#fwb gone slightly wrong

[too-tired-omg]

I just realised why I like the "impossible love" trope so much.

You see, when an "impossible love" is portrayed in media, its about two people that love each other so deep, so much, so hard. The circumstances are what makes it impossible for them to be together, but if it was for them... if it was for them everything would be so perfect.

If it was for them, they would live the happily ever after they've always dreamt of, either together or each on their own. They would kiss and smile out in broad daylight, hold hands, and enjoy the other's smile, their laugh, the sparkle in their eyes. And they would be in love the way they want to be in love.

But they can't. Because of the end of the world, a war, a family feaud, a promise, their duty, pure hate towards them... and it can't be. But they want it to be. It's not that there's no love. It's not that there's no desire or willingness or lack of fear or doubt. Is that there is something bigger than themselves that prevents them from showing it out loud.

And maybe it's terrible and I shouldn't wish for this but, I can't help but want a love where the reason it isn't happening is not because they don't love me or I don't love them, I don't wanna have any more one-sided love, I'm tired of it. I just would like an impossible love that isn't impossible because of us, but because of them.

[ruwriteshours]

CHASING PAVEMENTS (PART I) 𓇼 (P.JS)

✎ PAIRING: park jisung x fem! reader

✎ GENRE: angst, smut, brother's best friend trope

✎ WARNING: !!sexual content!! (minors dni) fwb relationship, jisung is slightly an asshole, reader is naive, ambiguous ending, might do a part two???

✎ SUMMARY: In which jisung's derived thoughts leads him to an unlikely arrangement with chenle's sister, where he fucks up (quite literally) when he realises how deep in the feels he has for the girl he is suppose to show disinterest to, in honour of 'BRO CODE'.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: since a few of you guys voted for jisung fic, here it is! it def took longer than i expected but i hope you like this one! <3

part two

PARK JISUNG HAD NO BOUNDARIES.

A man with desired sexual hormones isn't one to back down on steamy hook-up sessions, especially ones which are deemed promising. However, he didn't exactly knew how to draw the line when he began banging his best friend's sister.

(He thanked the heavens that Chenle had gone out that night to not witness the sinister act.)

But to be fair, the male didn't exactly plan to go black-out drunk at their usual dorm party on that particular Saturday night just to wake up naked with his best friend's sister on his side of the bed.

Especially since it's the same girl who had a thing for the said boy since their childhood, so much so that it was excrutiating for Jisung to watch her poor attempts at making a move on him. Even Chenle was used to it and was completely fine with your lovesick crush for his best friend, from the way you would stutter around the boy or the fact you used to give him flowers every Valentine's day, knowing deep down that your little feelings would fade away eventually.

But now, it's different because it's no longer a one-sided pining from you, rather a completely mutual friends-with-benefits situation. Though, it's far fetch to consider you and Jisung to be friends. He was always disinterested in you and even with this new arrangement, he only seemed content with finding a buddy he could released his pent-up sexual frustations with. Despite this, Jisung wouldn't initiate anything other than sex, making it clear that his intention with you is strictly for his selfish desires. His dirty little secret to be kept from Chenle.

You, on the other hand, couldn't be more happy than to pass up the only opportunity to be closer to Jisung. It was silly for you to expect anything more, but this was better than nothing. Jisung had fuck boy tendecies, it was nearly impossible for you to make him stay committed. However, a part of you was determined to make him fall for you.

No matter how wrong it was, it seemed that both of you can't get enough of each other.

Which is how Jisung ended up in your dorm room on Wednesday night, currently his cock buried deep inside of you as you suppress your moans. His hand digging your inner thighs as he lift you up to get a better angle, half of your body up in the air.

Grunting in frustation, his hair glued to his forehead from the layers of sweat. Rounds and rounds of endless pleasure. You could tell his anger that was built up a moment ago, was slowly dissipitating from the way his thrust begins to slow down, pausing briefly to brush the strands of his hair back. The view making you squeeze around him tighter.

"S-Shit. Do that again." He demanded, his hand coming up to grab onto your tits harshly as he pushed himself further inside you.

Squeezing once again, you made an attempt to wrap your hands around his neck only to have it shoved aside. His hands clutching your wrist to prevent you from touching him.

"I'm close!" You mewled, hip trusting against his as you made an attempt to inch closer towards him— if that was even possible.

"Me too!" He groaned.

With one powerful thrust, the both of you reached the awaiting orgasm. His breath close to your face as you stared into his eyes, entranced with the way he looks. Biting your lips, you lean in for a kiss only to have his warmth ripped away from you. Standing up to get himself dressed, much to your disappointment.

"You're leaving, already." You asked, not wanting to sound too desperate.

The male could only give a brief nod, "Yup, I have to get back before Chenle suspects something's up."

But you knew it was bullshit. Chenle didn't care if his best friend didn't show up to their dorm late at night. It was normal in a college settings. You knew that he was coming up with an excuse to not indulge further and as much as that should give you a blaring warning in your ears, you were still as stubborn as ever.

"Okay! Get back safely." You said cheerily, watching as he quickly buttons up his shirt.

Getting nothing but a hum of acknowledgement as he made his way out of your dorm, not even glancing back.

Laying down on your dishelved bed, you could only have the same feeling of regret wash over you. You wonder why you would let yourself seek love from someone who clearly could not care less about you. It had been four months of never-ending sneaky hook ups and there was still no hope that he was semi into you. You were stupid for thinking like a child.

Perhaps, you could let this go once again.

Again.

WEEK ONE.

Sitting from afar, you watch in subtlety at the disgustingly appaling view from a couple feet away. There stood, Jisung smiling with such admiration towards NingNing, a girl whom he was talking to. Her giggles echoed through the cafeteria as his friends were teasing him from the side. The sight of the sweet interaction made your heart clench, ultimately feeling defeated as you had once again expected too much of Jisung to reciprocate his feelings.

Too indulged in your thoughts, you didn't bother taking notice of the pity looks you were received by your friends. Chaeryeong glared at the audacious boy while Yunjin patted your shoulder comfortingly.

"You should move on." Yunjin mumbled.

"Yeah, you deserve way better." Chaeryeong chimed in.

You could only offer a meek shrug, "It's probably nothing, guys."

But even your own voice couldn't believe the words, knowing well enough that it was hopeless to string onto a thread that was never held onto on the other end.

It was evident from your persistence that you were determined to hold onto the shred of hope that maybe, just maybe it could work. That those years of pinning would be worth it.

"You know the guy from Econ is totally into you." Yunjin spoke up, redirecting the topic.

You perked up but remained an uninterested expression.

"Oh, come on. I'm not asking you to fuck him or anything." She said. "Maybe try get to know him, he's really sweet."

"Are you talking about that guy that helped her carry her stuff to class." Chaeryeong voice raised excitedly.

"Seungmin? He's nice to everyone." You justified, dismissing your friend's exaggerated story.

"But he's more nicer to you." Yunjin rebutted, earning an agreement nod from your red-haired friend.

"And I may or may not have heard him talking to Hyunjin about wanting your number." She added.

You scoffed playfully, "Thanks but no thanks. The last thing I need is another migraine from boys."

That was the end of the conversation. Luckily, your friends didn't push you further, allowing the three of you to eat in peace before the bell rang.

Bidding 'goodbyes' to each other as you parted ways to your assigned schedule. In some twisted way, you were glad that you were sharing this one particular class with Jisung. Both of you having similar major. Feeling the excitement rush through you as you made your way to the class. Students swarming in, looking for seats as you watched around in hopes of spotting the black haired boy.

To your luck, he was seated near the window with an empty seat beside him. In queue, you made a beeline towards his direction, only to have another bag placed itself against the wooden desk. Slightly flinching from the sudden intrusion, you looked up and saw the same girl at the cafeteria. Her sun-kissed face contorted into confusion.

"Oh, did you plan sitting here?" NingNing removed her stuff, "I can mo-"

"No!" Jisung interrupted abruptly, standing up to hold onto her wrist. "Sit here."

You couldn't help but watch with dull eyes as Jisung completely ignored your presence. His eyes gazing onto the girl as both of them shared a look of something that held a cruelly familiarity; a look of mutual liking.

"I-It's okay, I can find another seat." You stuttered, turning around quickly and grab onto a chair that was available and plopping down on it without looking back.

Biting back your tears, you didn't notice that the whole interaction was being observed by your classmate. Some whispered among themselves while others ignored it as if it was some normal occurence. You didn't have shame left to be bothered by their comment.

It wasn't news that your crush for Jisung was evident. Everyone knew, and you didn't bother to hide it because you were happy to admit it. You would broadcast to the whole street for your undying love for the boy and not a glimpse of embarassment would overcome you. However, Jisung would only continue to ignore you, of course, only on the outside. Afterall, it would ruin his pride for the class to know what he did to his best friend's sister behind close doors.

Staring distractedly at your unwritten paper, it was as if today wasn't one of your best when your lecturer had called you out, waiting for your answer.

Gulping nervously as you looked around to see students watching you, wanting nothing more than to burn a hole through the ground.

Just as you were about to utter your response, a hand swiftly moved a piece of paper towards your table, giving you a chance to catch the answer, making you read it aloud.

Your lecturer gave you stern look, as if reprimanding you before moving on to the next portion of the lesson. You sigh in relief, turning your head to the side to thank the person who helped you.

Seungmin chuckled at your flustered state, waving off as if it was nothing. He went back to his notes, scribbling down a couple of words before sliding it back to your desk.

'You okay?'

You smiled and began writing down before handing it back to him discreetly.

'I'm good :)'

He stared at the note for a moment before writting down a couple of sentence. You glanced slightly towards him, not wanting to make it obvious and pretended to focus on the lecture. Not a second later, the same yellow note slid itself towards your desk.

'Good enough to give me your no?'

You giggled silently at his bold flirting before deciding to give him your number. It was harmless, anyways. You thoughtlessly scribbled down. Little did you know, your little interaction didn't went unnoticed by the black-haired boy at the back of the class, who had been glaring holes behind you unknowingly. A sudden vision of green clouded his mind, a feeling that he hated deeply.

Jealously.

Pounding furiously against you as you were pressed up against the door to the janitor's closet. The cleaning tools were left scattered on the floor as he kept pushing himself closer to you, his hands snaking itself around your neck making your hips arched towards his cock.

Jisung moaned deliciously at the contact as he began placing love bites down your throat, slowly turning you around only to hoist you up by the thighs. You gasped at the new position, your legs wrapping around his slim waist, his hand coming to find itself in your hands, trapping you completely.

Just as you were about to release, Jisung completely removed himself away from you. His hands made is way to the zipper of his pants as he tidied himself up, you were left shocked as you watched him crossed his arms, as if waiting expectedly.

"Finish yourself for me. I want to see how you make yourself cum." He demanded, his demeanor not changing even for a moment.

You were hesitant with your moves, which only angered the male above you. Grabbing your wrist as he guided it towards your wet cunt, you maoned at the harsh contact before he lets go. His eyes urging you to continue.

If it was any other day, you would have felt shameful but considering he had denied you pleasure, you were more than eager to finish. Quickening the pace on your fingers as you shoved it deeper, scrunching your face in pure bliss, watching the way Jisung eyes were trained onto yours. His hard-on was evident yet he was more focus on the view in front of him, not bothering to fix his big issue.

Just then, the sense of euphoria came and your hand were painted with the colourless liquid. As you were about to wipe away, his hands held yours, stopping you. Inching his face closer to your cum-covered hands, he stuck out his tongue to lick it clean off. Your eyes widened at his actions, not expecting him to act so scandalous.

Once he was done licking like it was some popsicle, he gargled the remaining liquid and swallowed it down as if it was something tasteful, letting out a content sigh. Without saying a word, he left the room to leave you in a confused mess.

WEEK TWO.

Ever since that incident, you were only fueled by the same feeling in your stomach, the heart-fluttering butterflies aching your vulnerable heart. That had been the most intimate he's been and you were only craving more for his affection which, unbeknownst to you, was only the beginning. His texts were now more engaging and he seemed to want to make time whenever he would get. Despite your friend's disapproval, you were blinded by Jisung's false hope. You had even forgotten about Seungmin, ignoring his message on whether you would be available to hang out. All your mind could think of was Jisung.

Only getting disappointment when he would go back to a cycle of ignoring your existence and talk to NingNing on campus.

Oh well, it's a progress at least.

Though that meant that you were playing a very dangerous game when Chenle began suspecting the marks on your neck that were very prominent. Thankfully, he wasn't one to be nosy, passing off insults before walking off.

"Yo, could you stop staring at Jisung." Your brother snapped you out.

You had conveniently left your keys inside your dorm room and your roommate was not able to come back home as she was visiting her parents, which only gave you the only option to bunk in with your brother and his roommates. You would've slept with your friends, if it weren't for the fact that the both of them hadn't been home as well, making plans with their boyfriends. Luckily though, the boys had been kind enough to set up a room for you, which in exchange, meant that they were all sleeping outside to avoid any awkward circumstances. Hours had passed and you were getting bored with their loud cheering in the living room, struggling to tug yourself to sleep, you decide to observe the commotion.

Even without facing your way, his gaze focused on the video game in front of him, he could sense your unbearing stares for his best friend. Chenle groaned when he lost against Jisung, Mark offering the younger a high-five while Haechan cackled at Chenle's frustatated expression.

"Could you like, not be so weird around my friends." Chenle turned towards you, his friends watching you as you blushed deep red, walking off in a rush.

"Your sister's kinda hot." Haechan spoke up, earning a smack from Mark.

"What! It's the truth. Jisung, you're kinda lucky."

Chenle gagged, "Don't make me throw up. She's a nightmare."

"Well, you're saying that 'cause it's your sister. If any one of us has a hot sister, you would've totally went for it."

"I'm not having this sick conversation." Chenle dramatically declared before making his way to the kitchen, Mark following suit to grab a snack.

"You're lying if you're not in the slightest bit interested." Haechan whispered, taking extra precaution despite being away from their earshot.

"Of course not." The younger denied.

"Sure." Haechan's voice dragged on, indicating that he wasn't convinced. "So you wouldn't be bothered if she was talking to someone else, right."

Haechan provoked, smirking when he noticed that Jisung's hand tightened around the console. Despite his calm appearance, the older knew he was bothered by that thought.

"Less of a headache for me then." Jisung focused his gaze on the screen, not wanting to give Haechan the attention.

The older, of course, didn't like that. "So, if Seungmin were to make a move on her. You would be fine."

"No!" He blurted out.

That was when he could see the older's smugness through the screen, backtracking himself. "I mean— yes, I don't care! Why are you so worked up over this." He accused trying to keep the facade that was already cracked.

"Yeah, like I'm the one with the beet red face." Haechan fired back, finding humour in his reaction, happy that he has successfully got through him. "Dude, you know Chenle would be okay with it, right?"

"Shut up!"

Jisung rolled his eyes before throwing his console towards the older, facing the screen in a attempt to cover up his embarassed face. His heart accelerating from getting caught by a loudmouth like Haechan.

Luckily his embarassment was cut off short when Chenle and Mark came back in with snacks on their hand.

"So, you guys going to Sunwoo's party next Friday." Mark munched on his chips.

The sudden silence as the group checked their schedule.

1:56 am

"Oh, shit! We should probably stop soon."

"Yeah, soon!" Haechan mumbled, too engrossed in his game.

"But you guys are going, right?" Mark confirmed.

Earning a collective hum before the four of them went back to their video game, reminding themselves that it was only one game and that they would go to sleep afterwards.

Newsflash: It wasn't one round of gaming.

Which is why the three of them ended up being knocked up in the couch, Mark's loud snoring annoyed Jisung as he twisted his body back and forth, groaning when he realised he couldn't sleep.

Suddenly, a devious plan came to mind. Removing the blanket off of him, he tip-toed towards the closed door. Luckily, you were still wide awake, scrolling mindlessly on your phone. You perked up when you heard the sound of the door opening, Jisung's head peeking in. Stepping inside, you knew what he was in for...

Morning soon kicked in, rubbing your eyes. You wrapped the blanket around your bare body tightly, looking to the side to find Jisung no longer by your side. Groaning from the slight ache, you made your way to the bathroom, which was thankfully connected to the room, sparing you the intrusion.

All of your classes were in the afternoon, which gave you time to prepare breakfast. It didn't take long for you to find some ingredients, which was thankfully, not expired, knowing how lazy Chenle would get in cleaning up his stuff. The smell of freshly cooked pancakes awakened the boys. Yawning aloud as they sat down, as if awaiting for their meal. You rolled their eyes before setting a stack in front of them.

"Mm, you're the best." Haechan moaned dramatically, taking a bite. Mark humming in agreement.

"Don't you guys brush your teeth?" You asked in disgust, ignoring his compliment.

"We usually brush after."

"Gross."

A noise of protest erupt, which made you laugh. Just as you were about to make another one, in came Jisung. The last to be awake.

"Ji, come try this. She's such a good cook!" Haechan praised.

"It's just pancake." You humbled yourself.

"Yeah, you can chill out. This taste like ass." Chenle called out, which made you glare at your brother.

"Well, give me then!" You held your hand out.

Chenle only took the plate further from your reach, sticking his tongue out in mockery. Annoyed, you grabbed the spatula and whacked him across the face. Mark and Haechan laughed as Chenle began to chase you around, threatening you with a string of profanities escaping his mouth. You retaliated further by shoving him away. The sight of bickering between the siblings made Jisung smile, finding you adorable... wait, what?

"No thanks." He mumbled, quickly changing his mood back before you noticed.

"Oh, by the way, you should check your phone. NingNing's been texting you." Mark informed.

You tensed at the mention of the girl, pausing you actions briefly.

"Oh, right. I'll check it later." He said dismissively.

"So, what's your status with her?" Chenle asked, panting slightly from exhaustion.

You pretended to busy yourself in the sink, tuning in into their conversation without making it obvious.

"I don't know." He replied dryly.

"Oh, come on. She probably likes you, you've been pinning her since, what, last year?" Mark prodded.

You didn't want to hear the rest as you quickly excused yourself, telling them you had to meet your friends. Grabbing your stuff as you dashed out, in a hurry.

"Dude, we totally forgot your sister likes Ji. Oh, she's gonna be crushed." Haechan pointed out, his eyes widened comically as he pointed at the younger.

Chenle was the one to speak up, shrugging, "Who cares? She'll get over it." Chenle patted Jisung's shoulder, "Besides, we should be more worried about helping him ask the hottest chick out."

Jisung awkwardly chuckled.

"Right."

The day passed by unusually fast and Jisung still hasn't gotten a text from you. Don't get him wrong, he hated when you would get too clingy and risk the both of you getting caught but you would have usually been online by the time he opened his messaging app. It was rather impressive that you would be able to know the perfect moment to predict when he would text you. However, this time, Jisung saw that you were active three hours ago. He didn't think too much of it and switched off his phone, redirecting his attention back onto the lecture. Passing by the day as per normal.

Little did he know, that you were sulking on the other side of campus. Chaeryeong and Yunjin sitting on either side of you as you began to overthink.

"I thought we were doing okay." You mumbled, pulling your hair out in frustation.

"It's not you. You know what Jisung is like, you can't blame yourself." Chaeryeong scolded.

Just then, you watched as NingNing made her way towards campus. Her head hung low as she was focused on her phone. You could see her smile brightly, indicating that she was probably texting someone. For some reason you knew exactly who it was from how giddy she was acting. A part of you felt guilty for being selfish.

"Do you guys think I should really move on?" You asked meekly.

The both of them shot you a deadpanned look, as if ridiculing you for asking a dumb question. But the they didn't get to answer when you sat up straight, as if a lightbulb appeared on your head. "You know what?" You stood up, "I am going to move on!"

"Really?" Yunjin asked excitedly, standing up as well.

"Yes! Afterall, he only arranged this ordeal to get over his one sided crush." You waved off.

"What!" Both of them yelled in unison. "Yeah," You shrugged as if it was nothing. "He even moaned the wrong name in bed but that's besides the point."

"And you're only telling us this now?!"

You looked confused, "I thought I told you guys already."

"Uh, no you didn't. You said you guys hooked up accidentally and that's what made him want to do it again." Grabbing your shoulders, shaking them vigorously as if she was trying to wake you up, "You didn't tell us he was blatantly using you as a rebound." Yunjin said in fury, having been shocked by the sudden discovery. Chaeryeong, on the other hand wanted to punch the boy whenever he is on sight now.

"I mean, at least he got what he wanted now." You smiled, "It's totally fine, I should be happy for him."

Your friends looked at you in pity as you try to remain cheerful, not wanting to break down.

"I say we should forget about him completely."

WEEK THREE.

A few days went by and you were out hanging with your friends. Though, it would be a lie to say you weren't tempted when Jisung were to text you. It has been days without your usual sessions but he wouldn't really push the matter further, making you think that he didn't really care. In fact, you swore you saw him walking with NingNing on campus the other day. That thought had lessened the heartbreak and you soon got better at ignoring him completely.

Little did you know that Jisung began to worry about your absence. Growing more annoyed when you refuse to look at him whenever the both of you crossed paths in the hallway, even when you shared the same class, you weren't as eager to sit beside him. In fact, choosing a seat that was far from where he could see you. But in Jisung's classic way of dealing things, he ignored it, thinking that he might be exaggerating and that you were probably busy, opting to wait for you to approach him. Like you've always have.

Which was why you were fine with going to a party with your friends, knowing that if Jisung were there, he wouldn't even make an attempt to be near you.

But boy, were you wrong.

To say you were uncomfortable was an understatement, but to be fair, you hadn't had the best experience with parties. The first time you had gotten black-out drunk that you threw up all over Yunjin (you apologised later on, of course) and was forced to go back home earlier, with a massive hangover the next day. The next couple of times were consists of awkward mingling, considering you weren't one to be social. You vow to never attend a party ever again. Of course, until a few circumstances had changed.

Now, here you are, standing awkwardly while your friends were having the time of their lives. They were quite experience with the whole lifestyle, while you, on the other hand, just watched with a forced smile and they greet other college students. The liquid in the red solo cup was left untouched in your hands.

Walking through the crowds, you had lost your path with your friends, leaving you alone. As you frantically look around you, a hand clasped onto your shoulder. Turning around, you saw a beaming Seungmin.

"Didn't know you'd be here."

"Never really thought this through." You laughed awkwardly, "I didn't know why I bothered coming here."

"Parties are not your thing, huh?" He concluded, grabbing your hand as the both of you went to a more quieter area.

You didn't answer because if was fairly obvious, instead asking him back. He looked away before giving you a cheeky smile, "My friend dragged me here."

"The one making out with that girl." You pointed, watching his blonde-haired friend, Hyunjin, getting handsy.

"Yup. That's him." He scratched his head.

A moment of silence takes place before you decided to speak up, "I'm sorry for ghosting you, by the way."

He perked up, "It's alright."

"No, I'm serious. An asshole move on my part."

"Well, I can't blame you. You seemed pretty smitten with Jisung." He said, taking a sip of his drink.

"Yeah." You admitted, "But I'm over him now, well— in the process of."

He smiled, "Finally finding dignity for yourself, huh?"

"Hey!" You hit his arm, taking an offense at his words.

His laughter fueled in your anger but you soon find humour as you too, laughed along with him. And just like that, you spent the whole party talking to Seungmin.

That view alone made both of you appear to look like a couple, which was harmless. But in Jisung's eyes, it is deemed as a threat. Having had arrived an hour prior to the party, his gaze like a hawk as he eyed the both of you laughing away, ignoring Chenle's ranting.

"What have you been staring at?" Chenle moved his head towards the male, trying to match his view.

Just as Chenle eye's landed on your figure, he hummed in amusement, "Guess she finally got over you."

He joked, patting the male. But Jisung couldn't pick up on his words, not when he was fuming in anger.

Luckily though, Chenle got distracted by Haechan calling out to him, which served as a great escape for him to march towards you.

"You want to go outside?" He heard the voice of the sickening male, Seungmin's hands carressing your arms.

In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to take you away.

Which was what happened, because the next thing you could register was a sudden pull on the arm, dragging you away. It happened to quickly that not even Seungmin could utter in protest, which resulted you getting sucked into the mysterious hand. You didn't put up a fight though, knowing deep down the hand that it belongs to.

You sigh, getting tired of Jisung's mixed signals and wanting nothing more than to end the madness once and for all.

He pushed you towards an empty room before making his way in, locking the door while he slammed it shut. His back was turned towards you and you could only let out a grumble of complaint.

"So you dragged me here to give me the silent treatment." You provoked, "If you want to fuck me, just get it done and over with."

He turned around, facing you with eyes you could never read. Jisung was hard to understand and you couldn't figure out what he was thinking at the moment.

"That's not what I want to do."

"Then what is it, surely it isn't to talk. We never talk anyways, we just fuck." You scoffed, "So, try again." You scoffed, taking a step towards him.

He grabbed his hair in frusatation, "I don't know— fuck! I don't know, okay!"

"No! It's not okay because I'm sick of you treating me like a side piece. You got yourself a girlfriend now so why the hell are you still with me!" You yelled out.

"Because I like you too!" He blurted.

You widened your eyes at the sudden confession. "I like you, okay? I always have since we were kids too and I got scared so I tried to get over you by talking to her. I didn't realise how far I have gotten."

You shook your head, "Well, that's the thing. You don't think, you just do. I have made it clear from the start about my feelings but you just use it against me to fuck! You have never liked me so don't you dare fucking lie to me!"

"I'm not lying." He took a step forward, which only made you back away in disgust.

He didn't made an attempt afterwards, his eyes pleading as he watched you shuffle away.

"Well, isn't that a fucking useful information." Your voice dripping with sarcasm. "Fuck me then."

"What."

"You heard me, I said. Fuck. Me."

For the first time, it felt that you had the upper-hand. From the way Jisung seem to be more intimidated by your voice. You wanted him to feel the pain that you felt. Used like how he used you. You wanted to get back at him.

"If you don't, I'll leave."

That seemed to set a fire alarm in his ears because he was quick on his feet. His hand coming up to harshly grip onto your shirt to pull it off. You obliged, moving your hand to his neck to wrap it around his neck. With a quick tug, you pulled Jisung onto the bed, his back landed on the soft matress as you straddled his hips.

He groaned when you hastily reached his zipper, pulling down his cock. which slapped against his stomach in an instant. Veiny and red.

He was about to lean in for a kiss before you covered his lips, pouting slightly at your refusal. A smirk played on your lips as you whispered against his ear. "It doesn't feel nice, does it?"

He was about to utter your name when you began pumping his length harshly, causing him to let out loud moans.

"How pathetic, I haven't even started putting my pussy inside." You mocked.

Sliding your panties to the side, you guided his hardened cock towards your wet slick, quickly slammed your hips against him once it was slid in smoothly. Both of you moan at the contact.

Bouncing against him with such speed, you could only struggle to let out few whimpers as he held tightly onto your hips, urging you to move faster.

You could tell he was nearing from the way his grip tightened. You were sure that it would leave bruises the next day. However, that was the least of your worries as you removed yourself away from him. He groaned in frustation at the sudden loss of contact.

"Why did yo— ah!" He was interrupted when you began sucking him without warning. His noises began to grow increasingly louder, which only made you shove your throat deeper, determined to take him in completely.

He moaned aloud your name in ecstasy, finally being able to release. His load painting your mouth as you swallow it clean.

He was panting from the pure bliss, having had one of the best blow jobs he had ever gotten.

He watched as you began to clean yourself up, slowly putting on your clothes. "Wait— where are you going?" He asked, grabbing your arm to stop you.

"We're done here." You said coldly.

"But—"

"You got what you wanted. I hope you're happy so don't ever contact me again." You began, making your way towards the door.

"Consider this our last session."

And with that, Jisung was left shock. Sitting alone in a stranger's bed as he was left defeated with the fact that you were never going to feel the same way for him again.

He knew he had fucked up. Badly.

©ruwriteshours

[sokkigarden]

dancing with our hands tied (part i)

jamie tartt x female reader // nsfw 18+ // enemies to lovers // fwb

masterlist // read on ao3

summary: wearing the jersey of your self-proclaimed enemy wasn't supposed to go like this.

word count: 2.8k

decided to post this fic to tumblr! not sure if i will be doing a taglist, but i will be tagging each part with jamie tartt x reader + jamie tartt smut so if you are following those tags religiously (like me) then you can find it lol. its also on ao3 and will likely get updated there first if you'd like to subscribe that way. big shoutout to @whimsical-roasting for drafting this in our dms in a haze one night LMAO i would not have been able to write this without her<3333

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“No no no, there is no way I’m wearing that.”

Opposite of you, your best friend, Laney, stood with two Richmond jerseys in her hands. One said ‘Tartt’ across the back, the other, ‘McAdoo,’ but you already knew which one she wanted to wear. She had a raging crush on Isaac, so that left only one option for you.

And there was no way you were wearing Jamie Tartt’s fucking jersey.

You would never hear the end of it. As part of the team’s physio team, you had a good rapport with most of the players. You complimented them when they had a good match and joked around while working with them through their physical therapy treatments. 

You had a decent working relationship with everyone on the team. 

Everyone except for Jamie Tartt.

There was no question that since his return to Richmond, he had become a changed man, but his past words had left a lingering resentment. You didn’t think you were in the wrong to simply avoid interacting with the man. He hadn’t often been seen in the treatment room, and when he had, you typically passed off his treatment to another member of the team, along with some flimsy excuse for why you couldn’t do it.

But recently, as he trained more with Coach Kent outside of the dog track, he’d needed additional treatment. And as the new lead of the physio team, you were in charge of his treatment plan. 

In recent months, especially since working more closely with him, he’d started to notice the difference in behavior from you, leading to all sorts of jests and confrontations. Now, it seemed like he just got a kick out of teasing and inevitably pissing you off. You couldn’t help but fire some scathing shots back. What started out as a simple plan of avoidance had clearly backfired.

Now everytime he needed assistance with muscle cramps or pain medication, you got a conversation full of sarcasm and questions. It almost felt like sometimes he came in just to rile you up.

Just last week, Jamie came in to check on his ankle after a bad landing at training. You examined his leg and he made comments the entire time you had your hands on him.

“You know, I get waxed. Weekly. Everywhere.”

You had stumbled ever so slightly as you’d gone to grab an ice pack. You cringed inwardly, knowing this would only add more fuel to Jamie’s fire. You were tired of him getting the best of you, making you flustered. You wanted to fight back.

Turning back to him with the ice pack, you stared at him directly.

“Show me,” you challenged.

Jamie’s face held an incredulous expression.

“You mentioned it— you clearly want to,” you reasoned, shrugging your shoulders, “So show me.” 

You hoped your confidence in calling his bluff worked in your favor, and his face showed that he was clearly surprised by this turn of events. You couldn’t tell what he would do next. He rolled his eyes with that smug smirk on his face before he raised his eyebrows and lifted his shirt up. 

Sure enough, his chest was bare, showing off his sculpted muscles.

Jamie leisurely lounged across the treatment table, chest exposed, and you would be lying if you said your mouth didn’t water a little bit at the sight. Even after being around athletes on a daily basis, there was something about Jamie that just— hit different. His cockiness was surely annoying, but it was also incredibly arousing, as much as you hated to admit it. You felt a squeeze in your chest but you bit your tongue to keep yourself in line. There was no way that thought would ever bear fruit.

You shoved the ice pack into his lap, making sure some of it landed on the bare skin of his stomach, watching as he flinched a little bit at the abrupt action and cold temperature of the pack.

“Ice your ankle for twenty minutes, then stay off it the rest of the day,” you informed him, acting like the last few moments hadn’t happened. “You’ll be good to train tomorrow.”

Jamie scoffed at your indifference. He grasped the ice pack fully and let his shirt slide back down. 

“Sure, love, I’ll do that.” 

He knew you hated it when he called you by a pet name. That only made him use them more. You glanced back at him, staring into his eyes for a moment before you grabbed your bag. 

The tension in the room was palpable before you’d headed out to check on the rest of the players at training. You hadn’t said anything else as you’d left.

So, yeah. There was no way Jamie Tartt would ever let you hear the end of it if you showed up in his jersey number. 

“Oh, come on!” Laney pleaded. “I don’t want to wear a jersey alone.”

“Plenty of people do!”

“Yeah, but plenty of people don’t get to go behind the scenes and actually speak to the players,” she gushed. “I don’t want to meet them and look stupid all alone.”

“So instead, you want me to look stupid with you,” you gave her a flat look.

She smiled mischievously. “What? I thought it would be funny. You complain about him all the time.”

If only she fully comprehended the validity behind your complaints.

You knew there was no way you were ever going to win this fight, so you slipped on the jersey and braced for impact. You were happy to have Laney come along to a game, especially since you didn’t always attend matches and her being a big Richmond fan gave you an excuse to watch. You wanted today to be good, not just for you, but for her too. It was exciting to be able to take your best friend on a little ‘backstage’ tour during gameday. 

You hoped today would be good, and that you wouldn’t have any run-ins with the man who made your blood boil.

Alas, not even twenty minutes later, as you walked into the back of the Nelson Road stadium through the employee entrance, you promptly ran into none other than Jamie Tartt.

“Well well well, I didn’t realize someone was such a big fan,” the familiar Mancunian accent taunted behind you. 

You tried not to visibly cringe as you turned around to face Jamie. He was not yet in his kit, still wearing his street clothes: a monochrome denim set. It was frankly unfair how well the jeans fit him, but you refused to let your gaze linger for more than a few seconds. 

“Oh my, it's the infamous Jamie Tartt,” Laney greeted him playfully. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Your jaw clenched at her words as she reached out to shake his hand. He eagerly accepted.

“Have you?” he asked with a mischievous look in your direction that made you roll your eyes.

Laney nodded emphatically. “She talks about you all the time.”

You nudged her shoulder to get her to stop talking but she just looked at you innocently. She knew exactly what she was doing, and it seemed like Jamie did too.

“Oh, does she?” Jamie questioned. 

He was eating this up. His face was smug and you were sure this would haunt you for weeks to come. 

“Laney, why don’t you go get some snacks? Shouldn’t be a line since we are here a bit early. I’ve got to talk to Jamie before the match,” you said. “I’ll meet you at our seats?”

You smiled sweetly at her, but underneath the nice layer, you knew your eyes held an anger that had her quickly waving goodbye and scurrying off. You were more than happy to have her accompany you to a match, but this entire interaction was reminding you of why you hadn’t invited her sooner.

For a moment, you just stared at him. It was hard to look him directly in the eye sometimes. Despite the headstrong front you kept up, you weren’t used to dealing with such interactions. You weren't stupid, you knew that this dance you two engaged in fell close to flirting (at least that’s what Laney said), and when you looked directly at him, you remembered just how fucking hot he was.

It wasn't just his physical attributes. Sure, he was in excellent physical shape, and his hair looked particularly perfect ever since he started going a bit blond, and his lips were always in a little pout, just begging to be kissed. But it was also a little more than that. Seeing him step up to lead as they began Total Football, working as a team player while also getting in extra workouts to be the best he could be. You weren't blind. You could see his internal changes on the outside, somehow. He didn't seem as cold. He didn't seem as distant and prickish. Jamie’s change in demeanor changed how everyone saw him including himself.

And he seemed to look even hotter than he used to.

Was it possible for someone to just keep getting more and more attractive?

It was part of the reason he drove you up the wall. How did he so perfectly remain just a little bit of a prick while also being a better person? And why did he have to look so pretty while doing it? 

More and more people were making their way through the hallway as the dog track got ready for the match, and Jamie still stood in the middle, with an innocent, questioning look directed towards you.

You huffed before you grabbed his arm and shoved him into the treatment room. Even if he was acting oblivious to spectators, you didn’t want to put on a show when you once again ripped him a new one. 

His face was still prickish as you turned to look at him. He was clearly enjoying this much more than you were. 

“So you talk about me when I ain’t around, love?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

“No, I don’t,” you said firmly. “And don’t call me ‘love.’”

He pursed his lips, “Seems like you do… love.”

He smiled cheekily at you and it took everything in you not to roll your eyes at him. Instead, you crossed your arms and put on what you hoped was your most serious face.

“I talk about everybody,” you defended, but he clearly wasn’t listening.

“Hmmm, and what do you say about me?” Jamie scratched his chin to mock being in deep concentration. 

“Mostly, I tell people you’re a pain in my ass.”

The statement seemed to shock Jamie out of his act and he narrowed his eyes at you. You knew it wasn’t the best idea to have a sparring match with a footballer right before a game. They were pent up with nerves and adrenaline as they prepared. 

After a moment of no response, you expected the conversation to be over and began to move toward the door, when he finally spoke up.

“Bend over, I’ll show you a pain in the ass.”

Now you’re the one who’s speechless. You let out a breathless laugh of shock, before rolling your eyes. You continued on your way to the door, moving to leave him in the room alone. Just as you go past him, he playfully smacks your ass. Before you have a chance to even choose your reaction, you let out what can only be described as a whimper mixed with a moan. 

You whirl around to look at him, and you both seem to be shocked by the noise. You can tell your face is burning with embarrassment as you stare at each other in a momentary state of shock. 

He recovers first, letting out a breath of a laugh. A smirk dances across his face.

“Liked that, did you?” he taunted.

You clearly didn’t recover as quickly, your reply coming out weaker than you’d like. “Shut up, Tartt.”

He stepped a little closer to you, and you stepped back instinctively, before you ran into the table set up next to the door. 

“I liked hearin’ it,” he said, his voice coming out like a rough whisper.

It all happened so fast. One moment you were barely processing how close the two of you were. Making direct eye contact, breathing the same air. In the next moment, you had spun around, shoving your own pants down around your knees as you heard him unzipping his jeans. He gripped your waist as he spanked you again, and you didn’t even try to suppress the moan that left your lips. 

He slid his dick in easily, and you were surprised at how wet you’d become from simply arguing with the man. He held you against his chest as he thrust into you, pressing a messy kiss to your neck, sucking slightly. Part of you was worried about him leaving a mark, but the thought was pushed to the back of your mind as he continued his journey along your neck. He raised your knee higher to rest against the table for a better position, and you groaned in unison as he thrust deeper inside you. You let your head fall back against his shoulder, leaning against him.

“You wanted this real bad, huh, angel?” he asked.

You nearly wept at the pet name. You made a noise of protest, but your voice came out near breathless from the intensity of it all. You felt like your knees would buckle from the sensation, so you gripped the table in an attempt to not fall.

“Fuck you— you wanted it more,” you defended, but just as you spoke, he hit deep inside you and left the end of your sentence turning to mush as you moaned.

The table wasn’t enough to grab onto, so you reached back and started to grip the strands of his hair. He groaned directly into your ear, and you felt your knees nearly give out entirely.

“Damn, you look so pretty with my name on your back and my dick inside you,” he mumbled as he ran his hand up to grip at your throat. The action wasn’t gentle, but the pressure was perfect.

You’d almost forgotten you were wearing his name across the back of your jersey. Of course he would think it was hot.

It surprised you when you realized you found it kind of hot too.

“Don’t get used to it,” you warned, “This isn’t happening again.”

Your harsh words felt like they had no meaning as you bucked against him. His own hips rose up to meet your own. Truth be told, you were getting your shit rocked and were already wondering when you could fuck him again. You felt your brain short circuiting. Your breaths were shallow as he moved his hand up to your mouth.

You bit his hand out of frustration, making him hiss and thrust his hips faster. He shoved his fingers into your mouth and you sucked instinctively, causing him to whine. 

“Jamie,” you gasped around his fingers, “I-I’m close.”

“Me too, love,” he panted in reply. You didn’t have it in you to correct him over the pet name, overcome with the sensations coursing through your body. 

He removed his fingers from your mouth and snaked his hand down your body to find your clit, adding extra pressure. He knows just the right way to move his fingers that has you falling apart in mere moments.

When you come, he turns your head to plant a wet, sloppy kiss on your lips as you both find your release. You find yourself kissing him back intensely, chasing his lips once he finally pulls away.

Your knees are weak at this point, fully leaning against him for support once he finally slips out of you and pulls his jeans back up. Before he has a chance to say anything between breaths, you reach for a towel off the shelves above you and clean yourself off.

You’re still out of breath as you finally look over at him. His face is shiny with sweat and you fear you look the same. You’ll have to stop by the restroom before you meet back up with Laney. 

Laney. 

The thought of your friend has you glancing at the clock on the wall, cursing yourself. Everything starts to come into clear view, and you wonder how you let things go this far. You just fucked Jamie Tartt. How the hell did that just happen?

You press your lips in a firm line. You try to keep your hands from visibly shaking.

“This is never happening again,” you tell him again, as you reach for the door handle to exit. 

As you open the door, Jamie scoffs.

“Sure, love,” he says, sauntering through the door that you opened, “I’ll see you after the match.” 

He leaves you with a wink before heading off to get ready for the match. If you thought he would be unbearable about the jersey, you had just made the entire situation so much worse. 

You weren’t sure how long you stood in the treatment room before you finally left as well.

[bri-cheeses]

| May 30th | Prompt: Benefits | Word count: 689 | *slight* sexual content implied but it’s barely there I promise (it mentions being fwb and also the presence of a hickey) | @rosekillermicrofic |

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Evan saw her before Barty did. The girl making her way across the room, eyes fixed on him, friends giggling in a pack behind her.

He marveled about how she didn’t get the hint that he wasn’t exactly looking for a relationship right now. Barty’s arm was wrapped around his waist. Evan’s legs were in Barty’s lap. Barty was leaning in and whispering something into his ear at this very moment, lips brushing against his skin.

But, he supposed he couldn’t fault her for making the mistake of thinking that him and Barty were just friends. After all, that was what Barty thought, too—even though the hickey Evan was currently sporting had been left there by him.

Oh, the wonders of being friends with benefits.

“Excuse me,” said the girl, having successfully made her way over to the couch where they were sitting, “are you single, by any chance?”

She flashed a pretty smile at Evan, who didn’t get a chance to respond before Barty was growling, “Can’t you see that we were in the middle of a conversation?”

His fingers dug into Evan waist as his grip tightened.

The girl blinked, looking over at Barty in surprise. “Sorry, I just thought—”

“You thought wrong,” Barty interrupted. “He doesn’t want or need your advances.”

The girl’s face fell, and a flash of annoyance shot through Evan at Barty’s words.

Who was Barty to be making his decisions for him? Evan certainly didn’t get an opinion when Barty was the one getting approached by other people.

“Who says I don’t want her advances?” Evan asked before he could think better of it, and something flashed in Barty’s eyes.

Barty reached up and tapped a finger against the mark on Evan’s neck.

“This does,” he said.

“Oh really?” Evan asked incredulously. “Did it say anything when Charity Burbage flirted with you last week? Or when you kissed Hestia Jones after the quidditch match? Or all the other times I tried to come back to the dorm but couldn’t because you were with somebody else?”

Barty opened his mouth to say something, but Evan was done listening.

He turned toward the girl and gave her a smile, and if it was slightly fake, no one needed to know.

“Hey,” he said, reaching out a hand, “I’m Evan.”

She took his hand and gave it an uncertain shake. “I’m Violette.”

“And I’m Barty,” interjected Barty, despite his presence in the conversation being completely unnecessary. He gave Violette a grin, but it was more teeth than smile.

Violette didn’t take the hand he offered, instead looking between Barty and Evan with a strange look on her face. Something like understanding dawned in her eyes.

“I see what’s going on here,” she said. “I think I’ll just… leave you to it. Nice meeting you,” she shot over her shoulder at Evan as she left, giving him one last flirtatious look before disappearing into the crowd.

“What was that?” Evan demanded as soon as she was gone, rounding on Barty.

Barty scowled. “What was what?”

“You acted liked a deranged guard dog.”

The grip on Evan’s waist tightened further.

“I didn’t like the way she was looking at you.”

“What, with a smile?”

“I didn’t like it,” Barty repeated.

“You’re going to have to give me a better answer than that, or I’m leaving.”

Barty worked his jaw, avoiding eye contact with Evan. Evan waited.

And waited.

And waited some more.

When it became clear that Barty wasn’t going to say anything, Evan shoved Barty’s hand off his waist and stood up.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t wait a moment or two for Barty to speak, but Barty didn’t even look at him as he stood there, waiting in vain for some semblance of an answer.

“Fine,” Evan told him angrily. “If that’s how you want it to be.”

Then he left Barty behind, sitting alone on the couch and still glaring at the ground.

And all Evan could think as he made his way through the throngs of people was a bitter “Of course.”

Oh, the wonders of being friends with benefits.

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[spliffymae]

nobody has to know, a. ojiro

synopsis: it’s caribana season, but instead of catching the dirtiest of wines, aran is moping at his place, thinking about you.

⚠️afabreader, fwb!aran, aran post time skip, reader is caribbean, established fwbs, jealous aran, smut, mentions of phone sex, implied (un)protected sex, MINORS DNI !

kio’s notes - wishin all y’all a hot girl/boy/person summer !!!!

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“y/n, you know you have to get permission before you can walk out like that.” your friend teased you once she saw your costume. it was the day of caribana, a day that shouldn’t have tasted bittersweet on your tongue, but did when you realized you wouldn’t be going with aran, your original date for the day.

you kissed your teeth as you grabbed your keys off the counter, dropping them in the side bag strapped to your waist.

“fuck permission. and fuck ojiro’s goofy ass anyways”

3 weeks earlier….

“oh my god, you’re fucking stretching me outtt.” you whine, your lips pouty with fat tears rolling down your face. you were sitting on aran’s lap, being slid down onto his hard dick as you two sat on the couch in your living room.

aran doesn’t respond just yet. he’s too busy trying to keep his composure, stopping himself from cumming before he can really enjoy you.

“aren’t you glad i answered that call, hm? got to give your spoiled ass just what you needed to feel better.” he was a deep baritone in your ear, the velvet of his durag slightly rubbing against your face when he lowered to speak to you.

“but i-it’s not what i wanted.” you let out with a huff. “you’re playing games with me right now, oji.” you were trying really hard to not be the whimpering, babbling mess he knew you were. you were trying to prove him wrong.

aran laughed, “like you weren’t playing games when you let that whack ass take you out. now be good and watch the movie.”

he was right. after all, this all started because you called him to fix a bad hookup you had with a good first date.

“it’s 2am, i thought you and whatshisface were linking.” aran was curious when your name popped up on his phone. after you told him about the date and texted him that the guy wasn’t a creep, he figured he’d hear from you in the upcoming days.

“the stroke game was nonexistent. he came from a handjob and couldn’t get it back up. i’m mad i wore this for nothing.” you were on facetime, so aran could see the annoyed look on your face; the way your brows knitted together and creased, with your eyes filled with disappointment. your brown lips were pushed out in a pout and without a second thought, you flipped your camera to show your mirror. you stood in a pink lingerie set, and the sight of you had aran’s cock twitching in his pyjama pants.“i don’t get it. i look so pretty tonight, oji. don’t i?”

the way his name fell from your mouth made his heart skip. the neediness in your tone, the yearning he could hear just from his name. how you wanted him. aran swallowed back the carnal groan that tried to creep its way out his mouth, “yeah, you look so pretty, princess.” he said with a comforting smile. he looked back up at his tv, his nba 2k23 mycareer opened with his friends spamming his chat and yelling at him to snap back to reality and back to the game. his mic was on, but he had muted them to focus on you. they, however, could hear you two.

you sighed, “can you come make me feel better? …i don’t feel pretty.” and aran hated that you let this dickhead get to you like this. how you looked in the mirror with sad eyes. he knew you shouldn’t have gone on that date. he knew you weren’t gonna be satisfied with anyone but him.

“of course, i’m comin’ right now.” he didn’t waste a secon contemplating on whether he should leave to go to you at 2am. he turned off his ps4 and hung up the call, grabbed a t-shirt, hoodie, his phone and his car keys, and was on his way to you.

2 weeks earlier…

“bro, you literally just disappeared on us last week. you know that was the only free time all of us had.” osamu pushed aran as the two stood in the starbucks line. they were meeting some friends from high school at the coffee shop to hang out. since graduation, each of them went their separate ways, focusing on achieving their respective goals. they always made time to hang out once a week though.

aran mumbled a meaningless apology, “sorry man, had to take care of something.” he wasn’t sorry. he honestly didn’t care. if he could choose between playing video games with his friends or spending a night in you, he would pick you everytime.

“something or someone. y’know one day we’re gonna have to meet this girl. it’s been going on for so long now.” samu gave aran a final look before stepping up in the line. he was next to order, watching as the girl in front of him stepped to the side.

you had looked up from your position at the cash register of your job to see two familiar faces. one being your friend osamu from volleyball camp, and aran—the man, who just last night, was moaning into his phone about how bad he needed you while he pumped his hand around his cock.

“y/n! looking radiant as ever!” osamu winked.

you flashed a smile,“thank you osamu, what can i get y’all today?”

“i’ll take a white chocolate mocha, spinach and feta egg wrap, and the truth from aran about his secret girlfriend!” the last part came out of nowhere catching both you and aran off guard. you laughed a bit, but out of pure nervousness. your heartbeat even increased.

“samu!” the young man yelled, giving osamu a slap to his shoulder.

you simply giggled, “this girl must be pretty special if you gotta keep her a secret, oji.” the nickname didn’t come out in the usual way aran was use to hearing. with your voice breathless and filled with an adoration for him. instead it was purely friendly, with a little hint of playfulness. it was different, and it made him miss the former.

“there’s no girl, samu. i ain’t find anyone worth my time, alright? aran ojiro is meant to be a free bird, so let me fly.” aran said as he walked to the other open register, eyes completely missing you as he gave a flirty smile to your coworker. and of course, she loved it. you on the other hand, found yourself to be irked.

1 week earlier…

“bro, you seriously ghosted me over something you took out of context?” aran had finally gotten the chance to be face to face with you after a week of radio silence from you. you two had both shown up to kita’s birthday party. you had come just to show face. you weren’t gonna stay—you were simply there to hand kita his gift and leave before a certain six foot wing spiker showed up.unfortunately, aran spotted you handing the present off to kita with an apologetic smile, attempting to leave before you could see him.

before you could step off the porch, aran had dragged you back into the house, disregarding the looks from guests and protests from you, and pulled you upstairs into the bathroom. he pressed you on your absence, on how you refused to pick up his calls and leave his texts on delivered.

“i’m letting you fly, what’chu mean? you’re a free bird, right?” you knitted your brows in curiosity, “i mean,” you smiled, “that’s what you said…right?”

aran pinched the bridge of his nose out of frustration. he leaned against the bathroom counter, standing in front of you, seated at the edge of the tub in front of him. “seriously? i was just saying that to get samu off my back. and even if i meant that shit, so what? we’re just fucking.”

you scoffed, “so now it’s just fucking?…don’t give me that shit, aran. you and i both know we passed ‘just fucking’ a long time ago. but you wanna go flirt with other people in front of me? like you weren’t on my phone begging for me?” you had an attitude, that was for certain.

“bro, why are you trying to make this complicated? i swore we weren’t supposed to be anything serious.” he was defensive, honestly he didn’t know why. he just didn’t like how you were coming for him.

you nodded, “right. so we can just act like we don’t care for each other.”

“i didn’t say all that. i’m just not understanding why you’re getting at me over a misunderstanding.” he honestly wasn’t looking for this. he was just hoping to get a brief explanation and maybe even a lil’ sum sum, but instead he was getting an earful. and it wasn’t an earful of your moans, the way he had hoped.

“because i like you, asshole. because you fuck me and say shit like ‘this my pussy’ or ‘i’m the only one for you’. because you take me out and shower me with affection. because you’re there whenever i need you. and you expect me to what? not feel a way? be okay with you flirting with other girls in my face?what, am i just hear to make you hard?” you raise your arms in frustration.

it was clear from his reddened eyes he had smoked, and the vodka breezer he held in his hand let you know he was lightly drinking too. you say all this because it had to be these factors that made him respond to you the way he did. with a half smirk and laugh, “what’s wrong with just making me hard?”

but you found nothing funny about this. not anything about you finally telling him how you felt was funny to you. it was a pain. a giant and irritating one that you wanted to be free of, but somehow just seemed to worsen. “you know what, you clearly don’t care so i’m not gonna either. see you around, oji.”

the nickname was in a different tone this time around. no adoration, no playfulness. you spoke it flat, with no emotion. and as you stood up and left aran in the bathroom by himself, with the last words being his name in such an emotionless voice, he couldn’t help but think he might have fucked that up.

present…

aran was sitting on his front porch, spliff in hand as he looked down at his phone. today was caribana. he was supposed to be there with you. but instead he was nursing what kita described as a ‘cracked heart’.

he was thinking about you. about how hurt you looked as you left the party. you went radio silent on him afterwards. didn’t hit him up for anything; not to link, not to fuck, not to talk...you were ojiro free—and he hated it!

“so y/n was the secret girlfriend.” osamu had come outside from the kitchen, two cold beers in his right hand.

“wasn’t a girlfriend.” aran mumbled, taking a pull from his spliff.

osamu rolled his eyes, “shut up, she might as well been. look how she got you. meanwhile where is she?” it was meant to be a rhetorical question, but aran took it literally. with his phone in his other hand he went to instagram and ironically, your story was the first in the long and seemingly endless line of instagram stories. he tapped the icon, immediately seeing a video of you posing in your costume with shensea’s shen yeng anthem coming through your phone.

osamu leaned over to see you and mindlessly whistled at your appearance. “you fumbled a serious bag, my friend.” he ignored the glare aran sent his way because he knew aran knew he was right.

“shut the hell up.” the bitter man mumbled, eyes looking back on his phone to see the next story you posted. it was you on the street, posing with people from your band as you all held up your country’s flag. aran got a better look of your costume. the way that its colors; the purple bands and silver jewel stoned garments that connect to them, brought out your rich and warm undertone the way your headpiece demanded the attention to be on you. you were all smiles with your girlfriends, and aran loved to see you happy. your smile was probably his favorite thing about you.

pissed him off he wasn’t the one making you smile like that, though.

“tsumu just texted me that he sees her.” osamu said just as the timer for your story ran out. it then went to atsumu’s who was holding his phone high up, recording not only him walking w the parade of people, but walking behind you…who was carelessly wining against his crotch to the sounds of gyal you a party animal.

osamu had just so happened to glance back at aran’s screen and his mouth instantly fell at the sight. there was his twin brother, handing his phone off to someone next to him as he flipped to the back camera. he took your hips in his hands and began to move against you making you cheer in excitement.

it was all harmless, a careless bubble he caught because he was your friend. there was nothing serious about it, and that is what made aran the most upset. to know you were okay to do that. because you weren’t his, he had no right to get mad at you just dancing with atsumu because you two are not together, that’s what he knows you’d say if he were to bring this up. but he made it his right to have, the jealousy. because who did you think you were to move against any other man the way you moved against him?

osamu wanted to laugh! because of course this would happen to aran. of course the man who was ‘too busy for love’ would find himself pining after “the one that got away”.

some time had passed and aran was now three spliffs in, a beer in hand as he sat on the beanbag in his room. some random show was playing in the back, but all his attention was on the various instagram and snap stories you posted. he would even watch the snaps of your friends just to see if he’d catch you doing anything. yeah, he was down so bad. here you were having so much fun without him. so much so that not only was he annoyed, but he finally decided to just cave and text you.

ojiro (don’t answer rn)

honestly i’m too high

but fuck it you won

i care about you

and you make me hard

so call me when you see this

[chrysbibi]

Pairing: Park Jihoon x fem!Reader

Genre: Non!Idol AU, friends to fwb(??), smut, fluff

Summary: Park Jihoon is notorious for his gift-giving and this Christmas you are unlucky enough to have him as your Secret Santa! What you don't expect is that he has something more in store for you than just presents!

Word count: 6.8k

Warnings: explicit sexual content, swearing, kissing without asking for consent, fingering, dirty talking

A/N: This was supposed to be posted on Christmas day, but better late than never! Happy New Year!

"Hey?"

This is wrong on so many levels!

You stare at Jihoon's perplexed expression as he holds the door to his apartment open. He is standing right in front of the doorway, blocking your way in, but you are not really there to hang out.

"H-Hey…" you fail to hide your nervousness as you stutter, but you quickly clear your throat and straighten your head, "Is Junkyu here?" you ask, eyes glancing behind Jihoon's figure and inside the apartment as if trying to find the brunette yourself.

You know Junkyu is not in their apartment. You asked his whereabouts with an innocent-looking text to be sure he was out before you made your way to their flat. It never hurt anybody to double check though!

Jihoon's furrowed eyebrows relax a bit, "Eh, no. You actually just missed him." realizing your unannounced visit was meant for his flatmate, he loosens up and leans against the door; the confused look on his face completely gone, "Are you here to see him?"

This is it!

You brace yourself for what you are about to do; taking a deep breath before meeting Jihoon's mischievous eyes.

"No." you reply and Jihoon raises one eyebrow, "I am here to see you."

Before he can do or say anything, you raise yourself on your tiptoes and grab his face with both hands, crashing your lips on his.

You firmly press your lips against his for a few seconds before you pull away. Jihoon is looking at you wide eyed, his lips parting as he tries to collect his thoughts on what just happened.

Your hands release his cheeks, fingers slightly brushing his jaw in the process before they fall back to your sides. You stare at him blankly and readjust the strap of your bag on your shoulder.

You seriously want to cry!

He is staring at you with that stupid moonstruck expression on his face and you can't look at him after what you just did. Which you did for the stupidest reason ever! You want to take the kiss back so bad. So fucking bad, but you can't! You can't!

So, you just turn your back on him and start walking -almost jogging- toward the stairs.

Jihoon's eyes become even wider upon seeing your actions, "Wait!" he shouts after you but you are already running down the stairs, not even thinking of trying the elevator in case you have to wait for it and then have to face the consequences of the kiss!

You reach the ground floor in record time and bang the central door behind you as you exit the building. You continue running, till you are a few blocks away and then lean against a wall to catch your breath.

You haven't run so fast before in your lifetime!

As your lungs oxugenate and your brain starts functioning again all you can think about is what have you done?!

"Y/n!" Junkyu's gummy smile is what greets you when he opens the door to his and Jihoon's flat.

You wrap yours arms around him and let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, "Nice to see you too!" you smile at him as you step back to look at him properly.

Oh, you are so glad it was him who opened the door!

"Is Yoshi already here?"

Junkyu smiles at you as he lets you come in the apartment, "You are the last one again!"

"Yoshi is always super early!" you defend yourself as you remove your coat and shoes and arrange them on and under the coat rack, "And it's your apartment! There is nobody else to come!"

"So many excuses." Junkyu teases and you playfully shoot him a dirty look as you finally settle your things.

Junkyu's eyes spark as they fall on the two bags beside you on the floor and he tries to take a peak inside of them. You catch him looking and you grab the bags, bringing them to your chest, "No cheating!"

Junkyu huffs, puffing his cheeks and that only makes you laugh, "Has anyone told you you look more like a puffer fish than a koala?"

"Hey!" he pouts, his cheeks never failing to stay chubby.

You chuckle and give him the smaller bag, "I made cookies!"

His eyes go round and his mouth forms an O as he opens the bag and stares at the transparent box of ginger cookies. He looks at you excited before looking back at the cookies and you laugh at his enthusiasm.

"Let's put them in the kitchen!" he declares as he raises the bag over his head, like he wants to showcase the importance of the backage.

You follow behind him, but as soon as you step into the kitchen your smile drops.

Jihoon has his back turned to you as he prepares the beef for bulgogi, but as Junkyu bounces in with the cookies, shouting "Y/n is here and she brought cookies!", Jihoon turns to look at you.

You lock eyes for a second, which feels like an aeon, before you avert your gaze to look at the floor. When you look back up, Jihoon has already turned his attention to the food.

"Then dessert is covered!" Jihoon smirks, still having his back turned to you and you find yourself lightly scowling.

Junkyu gets your cookies out of their box and places them into a plate, looking overly pleased with himself. He turns to you and puts his hands on his waist, a smug smile on his face.

"Jihoon made dinner." he tells you and with the corner of your eye you see Jihoon nodding his head as his efforts are getting recognized, "And for once it is something that people can actually eat!"

Jihoon, who is in the middle of tasting the sweet potato noodles in the pot, chokes on a noodle and coughs violently, grabbing the kitchen counter for dear life. Junkyu laughs at him and you can't help but bite your bottom lip to prevent laughing and causing the wrath of Jihoon.

Once Jihoon recovers he sends you and Junkyu a dirty look, apparently having noticed you choking on your laughter. He places the beef and noodles on the counter and straightens his apron.

"Next time I will let you cook the food and see how that goes." Jihoon has his scary look on, but the mischief is still there in his eyes.

"No please!" you plea and Junkyu's goggles at Jihoon in horror.

"That's right!" Jihoon crosses his ams, playing the stern card, "Maybe you should appreciate what you have!" he says and you gulp when he briefly locks eyes with you.

Oh no, was that one aimed at you?!

You shut your mouth and try to clear your head from all the anxious thoughts that start clouding it. Even if it was a remark for you, it doesn't matter! What is done, is done. Just continue acting like everything is normal!

Jihoon gives Junkyu the pot with the beef, his behavior back to normal, "Make yourself useful and take this to the living room."

"Okay!" Junkyu complies without protesting and exits the kitchen as he gives you one last gummy smile.

You are dwelling on following after him because if you don't, you will be left alone with Jihoon in the kitchen. And in no way you would like to be alone with Jihoon anywhere right now!

Not after what you did...

But, you hesitate enough that when you make up your mind on going after him, it is too late and your brain convinces you that if you leave now, you will only appear awkward. Well, more awkward than now!

Jihoon however prepares quietly the noodles, kimchi and the bulgogi ingredients with his back again turned to you. You watch as he acts like you are not even there and take a step back, closer to the door. Maybe he won't notice if you leave quietly!

However, Jihoon turns to face you at that exact moment and you stop on your tracks abruptly, making your intentions rather obvious. He chooses to ignore it, asking you a question instead, "Can you take the noodles to the living room?"

His tone is softer than the one he used with Junkyu and you feel your heart flutter inside your chest. You resist the urge to place a hand over it and slowly nod, walking to him to get the pot.

You find yourself standing really close to him, shoulders almost touching as you get the sweet potato noodles' pot. The handles are really hot and you hiss under your breath. But, with the small distance between you and Jihoon, he picks up the sound and looks at you.

You don't notice he has turned his attention to you till his larger hands cover yours and you snap your head upwards to stare at him wide eyed. Jihoon meets your gaze, hands staying over yours on the handles as he stares back at you intensely.

"I-"

Jihoon hands gently remove yours before you can continue talking and place a potholder over the loop handles, so you can grab the pot without burning yourself.

"Thank you." your voice comes out quiet again, but you can't bring yourself to speak louder when your face is centimeters away from Jihoon's and he has a look in his eyes that you have never seen before in all your three years of friendship.

His eyelids move downwards and you realize he is now looking at your lips. You both stay still for a second before he starts leaning closer to you, his eyes never leaving your lips.

And that's the moment you panic! The alarm goes off in your head and you stumble backwards as he keeps leaning forward, his lips parting, going for a kiss.

"Ehh! Uhh…I-" you stagger backwards along with the pot, "I am going to the living room! Before it get's cold!"

You practically run out of the room with the noodles in your hands, your brain trying to make the sting in your heart disappear after you saw the disappointment in Jihoon's eyes.

"The noodles have arrived!" you yell as you enter with full force into the living room, where Junkyu and Yoshi are sitting.

You mimic the iconic scene from 'The Lion King', raising the pot of noodles over your head for your crowd -Yoshi and Junkyu- to admire. Junkyu and Yoshi are kind enough to grin and clap at your antics as you try to erase what just almost happened in the kitchen.

You set the pot of noodles on the coffee table next to the beef and a lot of bottles of soju. Jihoon should be bringing the rest of the food any time now and then your Christmas dinner would be complete!

You shake your head in an attempt to stop thinking about Jihoon in any way or form and plop down on the couch between Yoshi and Junkyu. This makes your chances of Jihoon sitting next to you a round zero! And you couldn't be happier!

The living room is decorated with colorful Christmas lights and the small Christmas tree in the corner of the room is heavy with various ornaments. Even the plushies thrown on the floor to make room in the couch for you are wearing santa hats! You must admit that Junkyu and Jihoon tried extra hard this year to create an ideal Christmas atmosphere for your annual celebration!

Junkyu is wearing his favourite Supreme black hoodie with matching black sweatpants while Yoshi is in a black and white stripped blouse and baggy black pants. His mismatched stripped socks are ever so distinctive of him.

"Why do we need all this soju for?!"

"It's Christmas!" Yoshi laughs and leans back on the couch. You wiggle your nose at him and pull your tongue out and Yoshi shows you his own tongue.

"Yoshi is just trying to find an excuse to drink more!" Junkyu teases and Yoshi throws him a pillow, making the younger man screech in terror.

"I am an adult! I don't need an excuse to drink!" he defends himself, crossing his arms over his chest playfully.

You chuckle and grab Yoshi's cheek, tugging at the soft flesh while he whines, "Look at this big baby!" you say, grabbing his other cheek and stretching his face.

Jihoon arrives at that moment in the room, balancing four plates of rice, kimchi, lettuce and cookies on his arms. Yoshi immediately jumps up to help him place them on the coffee table, finding the perfect excuse to escape your hold. Despite Yoshi's swift reaction, Jihoon catches a glimpse of you and Yoshi on the sofa and his eyes narrow. You and Junkyu remain sitted; Junkyu too busy picking his ear and you too busy staying as far away from Jihoon as possible.

"Thanks for the help!" Jihoon snorts when everything is settled and Junkyu responds with a simple shrug of his shoulders.

Jihoon rolls his eyes and seeing the empty space on your left, he heads for it. With Yoshi standing up to help him, the seat was freed, making one of your worst fears for the night come close to realization.

Your eyes widen and in an act of desperation you jump and grab Yoshi's arm, pulling him back next to you on the couch. Jihoon is left dumbfounded as he stares at you hugging Yoshi's arm with all your life force. Yoshi is taken aback too by your sudden actions and as you feel three pair of eyes burning holes through you, you nuzzle your face in Yoshi's side.

"The seat is taken!"

Jihoon's mouth hangs open before he jaw clenching as he moves back and sits on the armchair on the left side of the sofa; his gaze lingering on you. You try to ignore him and continue acting as if nothing is going on.

"Yoshi I haven't seen you for so long! I have to catch up on all the gossip!" you say as you keep leaning on him.

Yoshi, who is familiar with your aggressive snuggling, smiles and pats you in the head, "You didn't miss a lot!"

"Mm…I missed you!" you say truthfully, but the emphasis you put on it, makes Jihoon eye you suspiciously.

Yoshi laughs softly and pats your head again, leaning on you too as Junkyu, who grew tired of your sicky sweet interraction, presses start on the 'Tokyo Godfathers' movie. It had taken you about a week to decide on which film you would watch on Christmas, finally agreeing on Yoshi's pick as some of you had grew tired of rewatching Home Alone or How the Grinch Stole Christmas every holiday season!

Everything goes back to normal while you watch the movie, meaning you all chat while the movie is playing, making clever remarks at each other, arguing on how great the plot is and laughing at whoever sheds some tears first -spoiler, it's Yoshi- before you tear up yourselves. The food disappears pretty quickly, leaving you bellies full and only some crumps on the plates. You take it easier with the soju though, drinking less than a bottle each.

As the movie ends and Jihoon turns off the TV, you know the moment you have all been waiting for is near!

The moment you have been dreading…

"Bring out the gifts!" Junkyu shouts and with a flamboyant move, his reaches under the couch and pulls out a present.

Jihoon chuckles and reveals his own wrapped package, hidden behind the curtain. Yoshi and you run back to the entrance of the flat, getting your gifts from beside the coat stand and return to the living room.

This is your 3rd year doing your Secret Santa tradition with the '00 liners. Ever since you begun university and you moved to Seoul, away from your family, you found out the hard way that getting back home for the Christmas holidays is very fucking expensive. And thus you spent a tremendous amount of money to visit your family in your first year.

Hanging out with the group of friends you made in university though, you accidentaly found out that the rest of the boys in your age also had difficulties visiting their families at this time of the year. The airplane tickets for Japan would always skyrocket around the Christmas dates for Yoshi while the same would happen to the train ticket prices to Busan for Jihoon. The train tickets for Chungju would be a bit more expensive too for Junkyu, but as the rest of you '00 liners came to the realization it would be cheaper and equally fun to spend Christmas together in Seoul, Junkyu decided to join you. Therefore, saving some of his money too!

And so this Secret Santa tradition begun for the four of you! Every year for the past three years, you would gather to Jihoon's and Junkyu's apartment and trade gifts with each other, as your financial state as college students could only afford the expenses of one gift.

Unfortunately, what you also learned the hard way, was that Jihoon must be the worst gifter ever! His victim on your first year of your Secret Santa tradition had been Junkyu. The poor man could only smell the Eucalyptus Jihoon had given him and make funny faces as his brain was trying to comprehend the situation and what his reaction should be. Jihoon didn't seem bothered by how obvious Junkyu wasn't fond of his gift; he just sat back amused and watched, having the time of his life.

Yoshi was his victim on the second year of your tradition and he had had it even worse, as Jihoon honored him with a whole, uncooked chicken! You would never forget the look of utter disbelief on Yoshi's innocent face as he looked at Jihoon and then at the chicken and then back at Jihoon. The only explanation you or anyone could give was that Yoshi was really into fried chicken that period and Jihoon had been…inspired!

This year, you were the unlucky one...

You look at Jihoon as he takes a seat opposite from you on the carpet. You all sit in a circle in the middle of the living room, as to be more personal when gift-giving and hold the presents on your laps. Jihoon raises his head and catches your staring, instantly giving you a smirk. You roll your eyes and look at Junkyu next to you, who is excitedly bouncing up and down.

Junkyu never lasted long under pressure and this year you had broken him! Two weeks before Christmas you had tricked him into revealing to you who he had picked for Secret Santa. Spoiler alert; it was Jihoon!

Yoshi's pick wasn't hard to figure out when you bumped into him exiting the skateboard shop ten days before Christmas. Only him and Jihoon were skateboarding among you four and you already knew Jihoon was Junkyu's pick. Yoshi's terrible lying confirmed your suspicions that he was indeed choosing his Secret Santa present and that the receiver would obviously be himself!

You came to the horrible realization that there was none other than yourself to be Jihoon's pick for Secret Santa, as you had picked Junkyu's name out of the name bag! You had feared this might happen, but you had never thought of what course of action you would take if your worst nightmare became reality!

Who could have guessed that you would choose to go along with the worst possible idea you could have; kissing Jihoon out of the fucking blue!

For a strange, unknown reason, you were convinced that this would make it hard for Jihoon to pick a crappy gift for you in case of hurting your feelings. Your feelings for him, which were none other than platonic ones of course! Of course!

But, Jihoon needn't know that!

At least not until you exchanged gifts!

You would let him believe the kiss was intentional; a showcase of your romantic feelings in the midst of the holiday excitement. Then you would just come clean to him and confess that the kiss was just a trick for receiving a nice gift and then you would laugh about it!

Because there was no harm in such a stupid prank like that. Yours and Jihoon's relationship is purely platonic and that's the way it is going to stay because Jihoon isn't attracted to you and you definitely aren't attracted to Jihoon!

But, as Yoshi opens his Christmas gift from himself and laughs shyly at Jihoon's and Junkyu's teasing, your eyes are glued to Jihoon's form. Why does this feel so wrong?

Jihoon raises his gaze as he has Yoshi on a chokehold and ruffles his dyed orange hair and your eyes meet. You crack a smile, but it doesn't reach your eyes. Why do his stares feel so much different?

With the corner of your eye you see Junkyu throw Jihoon his own gift, which he grabs, but before he rips it open, he glances at you, making you look down on your lap. Why do you feel so tense around him?

Jihoon awes at the pair of headphones that Junkyu got him, trying them on and you catch yourself focusing on his face as he smiles brightly. Why doesn't this feel more than a stupid prank?

Distracted by your thoughts, you are caught by surprise when a plushie lands straight in your face. You yelp as you fall back; your survival instict failing at saving you! You can hear the boys laughing at your clumpsy fall and you narrow your eyes at Junkyu besides you as you pull yourself back into a sitting position.

Jihoon wears a smug expression on his stupidly handsome face, not bothering of hiding his identity as your assaulter. You throw the plushie back at him with force, but he catches it nevertheless, laughing at your annoyed face.

"Are you back with us?"

"I never left in the first place!" you speak between your teeth, still annoyed at his squishy attack.

You know he hears it and you know he smirks, but you refuse to look at him as you grab the big bag you were carrying from the beginning and pass it to Junkyu with a soft smile. Junkyu smiles back and opens it excitedly, pulling out a yellow hoodie. His mouth opens wide as he hugs the hoodie to his chest and grins at you.

"Thank you!"

"Wow! Another hoodie to his collection!" Jihoon teases, "Now you can wear a different color every day of the week!"

Junkyu pouts and hugs the hoodie tighter as if protecting it from Jihoon's jokes, "Don't worry Y/n, I love it! Thank you so much!" he reassures you, "I will wear it every day!"

"Or just twice before switching back to your usual black hoodie!"

"Hey!" Junkyu grabs a pillow from beside him and throws it at Jihoon, who protects his face at the last minute by raising his arms over his face. "Don't trash talk my precious, new hoodie!"

Jihoon laughs at Junkyu's growing pout and Junkyu throws another pillow at him, which he deflects again.

"You are just jealous my gift is better than yours!"

"But you got me my gift!"

Junkyu opens his mouth to reply to that before realization hits him and his mouth twists into a horrified expression. Yoshi falls back from laughter, hugging a pillow to his chest and Jihoon raises his eyebrows, challenging Junkyu to go on.

"Whatever! Let's see what great gift you picked for Christmas!" Junkyu changes the subject, too ashamed to face defeat head on.

Your smile drops and you turn to look at Jihoon, who still wears that same smug expression as he turnsmeets your gaze. His smirk widens as he grabs the package he hid behind his back and presents it to you.

Your heart drums against your ribcage, but you keep a cool facade on as you take the gift from his hands, fingers barely brushing against his. Colorful wrapping paper conceals the content of the package and as you rip it open in anticipation, you are left stupefied.

You raise the red dog bowl you found inside your package to take a better look at it and make sure your eyes are not tricking you. Junkyu and Yoshi start laughing loudly; Junkyu going as far as grabbing Jihoon's arm to hold himself from falling back while throwing his head back. Yoshi claps his hands and Jihoon just watches you carefully as you inspect your present.

Honestly? You were expecting something else!

This falls in the same category as Junkyu's and Yoshi's shitty presents from the previous years! At least you didn't get the raw chicken...

You sigh, dissapointed and emotionally exhausted; you went through all that trouble for absolutely no fucking reason!

You turn to Jihoon and give him an unimpressed look, "Really? A dog bowl?"

Your question somehow makes Junkyu burst into a new fit of laughter; his high pitched cackle echoing in the room.

Jihoon bites his bottom lip, barely holding himself back from laughing at your face, "You don't like it?"

"No, no, you are right. It is perfect! Except I don't have a dog!" you smile at him and flutter mockingly your eyelashes at him.

Jihoon bites his lip even harder and you just sigh and rub your forehead, "Thanks for the gift asshole!"

"You are welcome!" his eyes glimmer with mischief, but at least he has suppressed his laughter.

"Hey! Last year I got raw chicken!" Yoshi butts in, "Don't complain for a dog bowl! At least, it's kind of useful."

"Yes. Right. I can use it for my morning cereal. Thanks Jihoon!" you give him your fakest smile and he reciprocates by biting his lips again. This time though he isn't holding back his laugh and though there is mischief in his eyes, it's not the same one as before.

"Goodnight!" you shout as you close the door to Jihoon's room behind you.

A muffled 'goodnight' comes from the side of the living room, where Yoshi is sleeping, whereas a high pitched whine comes as an answer from Junkyu's bedroom. You chuckle as you jump into the bed next to Jihoon's and he tunrs off the lights.

And then... silence.

The silence would be welcoming in any other situation, but right now the silence makes you even more nervous than you already are. You wish you didn't have to sleep in the same room as Jihoon, but this is how you have been sleeping for the past three years whenever you and Yoshi slept over in the boys' flat.

Yoshi had insisted on sleeping on the couch, being the gentleman that he is, while you took the only other bed in the house, which was a pull-out bed under Jihoon's. Junkyu hadn't invested in a trundle bed like Jihoon, leaving limited sleeping places for guests.

So, here you are now, forced to sleep in the same room as Jihoon; who could as well be considered a victim of your poor choices. Although, one could argue you were also a victim of his stupid gift giving, but who is counting?

You sigh as you try to clear your mind of any thoughts, but it comes out louder than you intended it to be.

"Is it so bad that you had to share the room with me?" you hear Jihoon ask from the bed next to yours and he sounds almost sincere.

"Yes!" you quickly respond and when no answer comes from his side you realize that you might have been a bit harsh, "Maybe think more next time you get someone a gift rather than just trying to be funny!" this is still a bit harsh, but at least you clear that you are talking about the Secret Santa and not something else!

"Are you sure that's what's on your mind?" Jihoon asks and you hear him shifting in his bed sheets.

You are relieved that the room is dark and that he can't see you right now because you feel your face slowly warming up. You shift your weight in the bed, pulling the covers closer to your face in case he has the bright idea of turning on the lights.

"What else would there be?" you go on defense because that's the only option in your mind right now. You are not talking about that!

You stay stiff as you wait for his reply, but it never comes.

You hold your breath, thinking for a moment that he maybe fell asleep in the middle of the conversation and that you managed to avoid doing the talk. His breathing is indeed stable and after a minute or two has passed without an answer, you allow yourself to relax. You turn your back to his apparently sleeping form and close your own eyes, trying to catch some sleep.

You hear the springs under his bed creak as he changes position, but you pay them no attention when suddenly you feel your mattress dip at the edge. Before your mind can catch up to the situation, you feel the warmth of Jihoon's body in your back as a hand is placed in front of your face.

Your eyes open wide and you inhale sharply as you feel Jihoon's breath next to your ear. You stay as still as possible, hoping that you could maybe disappear, but your wish stays unfulfilled.

It takes him a moment before he finally whispers in your ear, "I think you know what I am talking about." his voice is steady and composed and unlike you he seems like he knows what he is doing.

"I don't." your voice comes out small and phoney compared to his and you can hear him smirk next to your ear, "If you are refering to the kiss, then you should know that I just did that to get a better present from you." you add, this time a bit louder, trying to throw him off.

"You don't really believe that."

You hate how your words don't seem to affect him at total!

"I do. And yet after all that trouble your gift still sucked!" you are meaner than usual, but he has cornered you and has left you no other choice.

For a moment, Jihoon stays silent and you actually start to worry if you maybe were a bit too harsh.

"Jihoon I-"

Your breath catches in your throat as the hand that he had on the pillow next to your head, retreats to his side before snaking around your waist, pulling you flat against his chest. He nuzzles his face in your nape, not minding your hair that tickle his nose and cheeks.

You are not new to the famous Jihoon back hug -especially when it's bed time- but the cuddle feels off considering its timing. Suddenly, you feel like it's hard to breath, his scent filling your nostrils; it's almost intoxicating. Did he always smell that good?

"If it means nothing, then you don't mind cuddling before sleep, right?"

You gulp, "No."

You are way too stiff to match your answer, but Jihoon doesn't pay mind to that as he tightens his grip over you.

"I am so glad the kiss didn't mean anything." he says, but you feel his hand creeping lower, "I was afraid that it would make things awkward between us, considering how you were acting today." his hand passes your stomach and reaches the beginning of you pajama pants, where it stops.

You want to tell him that your behavior was perfectly normal today and you were anything but awkward around him, but not only your words are stuck in your throat, but you also lean on his touch. His hand radiates heat so close to your core and your ass involuntarily presses against his pelvis.

"I would say that if I didn't get the impression that you were lying through your teeth!"

He presses his hand a bit more firmly in your lower stomach and you feel wetness pooling between your legs. You try to control your breathing by inhaling through your nose but it doesn't make your chest heave less intensely.

"I also have the impression you would rather have my hand somewhere else." he whispers in your ear, warm breath sending shivers down your spine as his hand starts moving in circles over your lower stomach.

And then he moves down, cupping your pussy over your pajama pants. Your breath hitches in your throat before a quiet moan escapes your lips. Jihoon chuckles next to your ear, his teeth grazing your skin behind the ear and you struggle to restrain yourself from moaning his name.

Now that it came to this, you guess there is no point in denying it any more!

Your hand flies down to your legs, grabbing his hand and pulling it upwards. Jihoon's eyes widen as for a second he thinks he misjudged you and that he acted hurriedly when you shock him by pushing his hand under your pajama pants. In your hurry, you place his hand over your underwear, but Jihoon's lets out a quiet groan, feeling the wet patch on your panties.

He pushes two fingers against the thin fabric of your underwear, exactly over your vagina, making you jerk your hips. His fingers move in circles; the wet fabric being the only thing seperating them from your cunt. His free hand slips under your body and gets a hold of your right breast; again over your pajama top.

He kneads your boob, fingers digging into it over the fabric and you whine as you arch your back against his body. The lack of contact with your skin is making you beyond frustrated.

"Jihoon!" you cry, "Please!"

You know your cries are effective when both of his hands stop moving and only his grip tightens. You whimper as he clenches harder at your breast and you hear his breathing becoming frantic.

"Look at you, begging already!" he breaths out and his right hand slides under your blouse, "How can I say no when you are being such a good girl?" he hums as his fingers wrap around your breast, finally digging into soft skin.

You gasp and push your hips back, waiting for his other hand to slip under your underwear and enter your tight hole. When his hand doesn't badge, you push your ass against his crotch once more, but he still doesn't move.

He laughs quietly at your desperation and his hand squeezes your boob, index finger brushing against your nipple, "You want my fingers that bad?"

You nod frantically and he bites his bottom lip as the corners of his mouth stretch into a grin, "Such a greedy girl! And to imagine that a few hours ago you didn't even want my lips!"

You feel the caress of his lips on your ear helix and your mouth falls open, but no sounds come out.

"N-No!" you manage to blurt out, stuttering as he twists your nipple between his fingers.

"Hm? What was that?" he smirks and presses his thumb over your clit.

You squirm, squeezing your legs tighter together for some much needed friction, "I want your lips!"

"Where?"

You whine as he still refuses to touch you properly, moving your hips back and hoping that maybe you can push him over the edge before he pushes you. You can feel his erection rubbing your backside; his pajama pants doing nothing to conceal it.

He grabs your hip and steadies your movements, his voice lowering in volume, "Where?!"

You are close to crying at this point, too embarrassed to say the word, yet too aroused to continue the banter with Jihoon.

"Here." you hiccup as you point at your cunt.

"Ah, here? Why didn't you say so?" he asks you innocently and as you are about to curse him for teasing you so much, he pushes your panties aside and enters two fingers in your vagina.

A broken moan leaves your lips as you finally -finally- feel some relief on you aching pussy. Jihoon shoves his fingers knuckles deep inside you and then curls them, finding your sweet spot and aiming at it every time.

"You take my fingers so good though. Are you sure you want my lips too?" he speaks in a hoarse whisper, "Aren't my fingers enough for you?" he asks as he thrusts his fingers roughly inside, making your whole body jolt with every shove.

"I love your fingers!" you moan as his thumb sweeps over your clit.

He synchronizes his monements, curling his fingers inside your tight walls while his thumb strokes your clit. You shudder when his nail scrapes your sensitive bud and Jihoon repeats the motion, only to have you shivering beside him.

"Ah, Jihoon!" you cry out loud, feeling a familiar knot forming in the pit of your stomach as you become more sensitive by each passing second.

"Shh! You don't want the others to hear, do you?" he reminds you as he catches your hard nipple between his fingers and twists it roughly, "You seemed so concerned they would find out something had happened between us. Tch, you even went as far as denying my kiss in the kitchen!"

You are not oblivious to the meaning of his words, but as he presses his hard-on on your ass and fucks you with his fingers, you find yourself too weak to form a coherent response. You only bite your lip and shut your eyes, in a hopeless attempt to stay quiet. You don't last for long as he slides a third finger in your cunt.

Jihoon removes his hand from under your pajama top and slaps it over your mouth. His pace quickens and he fingers your ruthlessly, making you bite on his palm to contain your moans. You are surprised he doesn't even hiss as your teeth dig into his skin. Rather, you feel his dick twitch under his clothes and he jerks his hips forward, to dry hump you.

Your eyes water and a few tears land on the sheets as your walls clamp around him and you feel like you are about to burst from arousal.

"Are you gonna cum?" he asks breathless and you nod your head, a sob catching in the back of your throat.

You shut your eyes, ready to embrace your orgasm when suddenly you feel empty. You clench around nothing and your pussy throbs at the abrupt lack of friction. A sound between a whine and a cry abandons your lips and you realize that there is no hand to cover your moans any more.

The mattress shifts behind you and you turn around to see Jihoon crawl back to his bed, like nothing had happened. You watch him wide eyed as he lies down and even pulls the bedcovers up. The moment he brings the blankets to his chin, you snap out of it and jump up.

You sit on his lap over the covers, a shiver traveling up your spine as your pussy comes in contact with his still erected dick even under all those layers.

"Jihoon!" you whine, exasperated fisting the blankets.

"You want to cum?" he asks you bluntly as he moves his hand to rest behind his head.

His question takes you off guard before you feel your arousal slide down your thighs and are reminded of the orgasm you never had, "Y-Yes! So bad!"

"Then use your fingers!"

You look at him dumpfounded, not believing a word he just said. But, when he doesn't move, you whine and crawl towards him. You sit on his belly and lean closer to his face, ready to do anything if it means you can feel him again.

Your hand ghosts over his crotch and your mouth almost waters even at the thought of jerking him off. There is no way he can continue playing hard to get if you have your hands or mouth wrapped around him!

"Jihoon, please!" you beg, but this time it doesn't seem to work.

Jihoon raises himself on his elbows, his eyes gleaming with mischief as removes your hand from his election. He grips your chin between two fingers and pulls your face closer to his, tongue darting out to lick his lips.

"If you want to cum…" he speaks in a velvety voice, "Then use your fingers. I am not helping you!"

You lips tremble as you hear his words, a pout forming on them. Jihoon smiles smugly and pecks your lips before closing the distance between you again, grabbing your bottom lip that sticks out between his teeth and pulling it slightly.

"Next time be a good girl and leave the pranks to me baby!"

[wifeofnatasharomanoff]

“Just friends..?”

Warnings: smut, kinda sorta angst? not really tbh (dom nat 🤭🤭)

Words: 1,296

AN: This is basically FWB Nat and R in the beginning <3

You breathe heavily, collapsing on the bed. “Uh- Y/n I have to go.” she says, putting her clothes back on. “Mhm. Yeah that's fine Nat.” you force a smile, waving goodbye to her.

“Remember, don't fall in love.”

5 words replay in your head, over and over again, completely forgetting about all your surroundings until-

“Agent Y/l/n, you are needed in the meeting room.” you hear FRIDAY say. “Of course I am.” you huff, putting your clothes back on and exiting your room.

“Ah! Y/n you made it, wonderful. Take a seat!” you glare at Tony, taking a seat. “So ladies and gentlemen, I have cleared all missions from your schedules tomorrow night.” you furrow your brows, looking over at everyone starting to complain and bicker.

“Uh no, there will be no such thing as disagreeing. Tomorrow I am throwing a party!” you roll your eyes. “When do you not?” you overhear from the other side of the table.

“I.. am going to ignore that question. Everyone is going. No questions asked. Bring a date if you have one.” Tony leaves the room, as well as the others.

You wake up the next day, walking into the kitchen. Looking over you see Wanda talking with Steve about something, and Peter- on a call with MJ?

“Whatever.” you mutter to yourself, opening the fridge to grab some water. Closing it you see Natasha directly in front of you, causing you to step back. “God! Natasha- a little warning please?” “I would but.. where's the fun in that?” she winks.

“Hey! Y/n, anything happening? Got a date for tonight's party?” Wanda nudges your shoulder, winking at you. “No.. no dates.” you laugh it off, sipping the water.

“Aw, well.. I do plan on helping you pick out a dress.” she gets up, waving goodbye. “Wanda I- am perfectly capable of dressing myself.. and she's gone.” you walk back into your room, not having anything else to do.

“Hey.” you look up from your laptop, seeing her. “Hey Nat.” she sits on the bed next to you. “Wanna do something?” she tries to lift your top off, kissing your neck. “Um.. Natasha I don't think–”

“Why, what's wrong?” she looks at you. “Would you maybe.. wanna go to the party as my date?” she almost immediately takes her hands off of you, getting up.

“No! No- just, just because we have sex sometimes doesn't mean this means anything.” hurt flashes across your face, nodding. “Of course not- I just meant..” you get up from the bed, standing up next to her.

“Y/n no. This. This doesn't mean anything okay?” she walks to the door, turning back to look at you. “We're just friends.” she leaves the room.

A few hours later, Wanda comes in your room holding dresses up. “Y/n. You are gonna love thisss– oh no.. honey are you okay?” she drops the dresses on the bed, walking closer to you.

“Yeah- yeah I'm fine.” you croak out. “Well.. wanna hear something that'll get you a bit happy?” you nod, confused. “I heard, that.. Carol might ask you to go as her date.” you widen your eyes in surprise. “Really?” she nods.

“Is that a 'yes Carol I'd love to go with you'?” she bats her lashes, mocking you. You laugh, nodding your head. “Yes! I mean It's not like anyone else would ask me.” she picks the dresses up, “You know I'd ask you if Vis hadn't have.”

“So.. how's the black one?” she holds up a slightly revealing but modest black dress. “I love it.” she squeals, throwing the dress at you. “Put it on. Right nowwww.”

You go into the bathroom, putting it on. “Hm?” you give a little twirl, showing the full dress to her, walking out of the bathroom. “If Carol saw you right now.” she says.

“Oh my god- no. If anyone saw you right now.” you smile, hitting her playfully. “I look that good?” “Uh yes. Actually stay still I'm posting this.”

You look at her, confusion displayed on your face as she takes out her phone to take a picture. “You're stunning, I have to go get ready, parties at 8. I told Carol you said yes.” you slowly nod your head, processing all she said. “Bye Y/n, love you.” she leaves your room.

You finish getting ready, hearing a knock on your door. “Y/n! You- you look beautiful.” Carol holds out a rose, you thank her, smiling as you take it. “Thanks Carol. You don't look too bad yourself.”

You two make it to the party in time, hand in hand. “Y/n damn girl!” Sam comments, “Thank you..” you laugh slightly, walking up to the bar.

“Y/n I'm gonna go talk to the guys, I'll be back.” you smile at her, not seeing Natasha take a seat next to you.

“Y/n I'm sorry for earlier today I–” you interrupt, “It's fine. It doesn't matter now Nat.” giving her a reasurring smile. “It.. doesn't?”

You shake your head, bringing your glass to take a sip of the drink. “Mhm. I actually got asked out by Carol.” she felt hurt.

'why?' she thought.

“Oh- really? That's nice.” she places a hand on your shoulder, smiling before she left to talk with Wanda or something.

“Wanna dance?” Carol takes your hand helping you up. “Um- sure.” you laugh nervously as she pulls you to the dance floor.

She grabs onto your waist, swaying to the music. Looking down at you, she says “How long have you been in love with her?” you spin, pressing your back to her, as she tightens her grip on your waist.

“Wha- how did you know?” she presses your ass against her body. “It's pretty obvious.” she chuckles. “I'm sorry Carol I just..” she hums in response. “It's okay, plus- she looks mad.” she says, causing you to glance at Natasha.

Widening your eyes, “I should go- talk to her.” “Yeah you should. And hey- good luck.” you smile at her, squeezing her hand before leaving.

You walk out of the party, following her into the hallways. “Natasha!” she stops. “What's your problem?” she turns to look at you.

She sighs, rubbing her temple. “You are.” you gasp quietly, looking up at her. “What do you mean?” “Y/n you make me feel things I don't know how to feel.”

.... “Then.. let me help you feel them.” you move closer to her, locking your lips with hers. Letting out soft moans, she pins you against the wall.

Deepening the kiss, she pulls back to look into your eyes. You nod, giving consent. She brings your legs up to wrap around her waist, pushing her thighs to your core.

“You're so wet dekta.. is it for me or her?” she rasps out, you let out an embarrassing whimper. “You! Natasha.. it's all for you please.” she smirks, bringing her hand up, slipping between your thighs.

You moan desperately at her touch, craving more. Without hesitation she shoves two fingers into your pussy, rubbing your clit with another. “Fuck! Natasha..” you moan out.

“Shh.. baby, you don't want anyone hearing hm?” you gasp, feeling her thrust in deeper. “Ngh- Tasha I don't care—” she cuts you off, kissing you passionately, silencing your loud moans.

“Mmph—” she slips in her tounge into your mouth, you buck your hips forward, taking her fingers in deeper. You widen your eyes, gasping in pleasurement.

She breaks the kiss. “Kotenok are you close?” you nod your head. “Then cum for me Y/n.” you scream, gripping onto her shoulders as you came.

Breathlessly, she looks down at you. “Look at you.. you're so beautiful. Come on let's get you taken care of in my room.” she pulls you into her room, closing and locking the door.

[chosos-mascara]

losing one, before the other

𝙡𝙚𝙫𝙞 𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 - worried for the upcoming expedition, you express your regret for not losing your virginity before potentially losing your life. as your captain, levi wishes to aid with your anxiety, and the fear of dying a virgin.

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 - nsfw, virginity loss, make-out, missionary, pulling out, fwb, tagging power imbalance due to the fact levi is your captain

3k words minors + ageless dni

"What's wrong?" The black haired male questioned, straightening out the stack of papers on his desk while you'd gripped the armrests of the chair opposite, trying to summon a response from the confides of your mind that would be appropriate to voice to your captain. He'd requested your presence within his office to aid with writing reports, though with the impending expedition at the forefront of your focus, it had been difficult to keep up with a task you'd usually found menial. 

"Nothing, sir." Brushing him off was easier than facing the problem. Even if you'd wanted to confront the issue at hand, telling your captain the deepest regret you'd had wasn't what you'd had in mind. Levi sighed, placing the pen down and straightening his posture, grey eyes meeting your own.  "Cadet." The tone of his voice caused your stomach to churn, the usual coldness lifted slightly to allow a warm timbre. One you'd heard only a handful of times, when you'd needed comfort, or if he'd expressed personal matters. A rare occurrence - though out of all of the squad, you'd understood yourself to be the one he'd been most open with. Being nearer to his age, it had been an assumption he'd gone to you as the only other adult, instead of worrying the younger teenagers, though you'd be unable to deny that there hadn't been a small want within you, a desire, that he'd simply liked you more than the others. 

"Please, tell me what's bothering you." The appeal had been from a place of concern, Levi witnessing the distress painted across the growing tiredness of your features for the better part of a week, tonight a display of desperation. Something had been eating at you, and he'd wished to aid in the discomfort you'd exhibited. "Sir-" You began your second snub, but had been cut short by his interruption, a reminder that within these circumstances, you were to refer to him by his name and name only; "Levi." 

Nodding, and then correcting yourself, you'd continued the dismissal of feelings. "It's honestly nothing to be worried about." The sentence had almost been continued, but you'd stopped yourself from spilling further, knowing that if you'd hinted to anything more, he'd fish the cause from you.  "I've known you long enough to know when something's eating at you." Although not a direct question, it had been a shove forward, a small amount of pressure added to the already large lump in your throat.  "It's-" You paused, sighing. Bringing fingers to rest at your temple, you mentally scolded the intuitiveness of the male before you, wishing he'd have kept his curiosity to himself. "It's about the expedition tomorrow." This was further than you'd wanted to go with Levi, though you'd hoped that through the small amount of information, he'd lay off and return to his work. Instead, he looked confused, a quizzical countenance across him as he'd struggled to pick apart the meaning of your vague statement. 

"You're not usually this encumbered before an expedition." His response was true, though both of you had understood the risks were heightened this time; there'd been a lot more at stake. Eren's inability to obey instruction a cause for concern, and the fact Erwin had clearly been hiding an ulterior motive had been a topic of conversation between the pair of you, yet Levi knew these wouldn't push you over the edge.  "There's a higher risk of death." You commented, purposefully grazing over the fact you'd been referring to your own.  "That's it?" His comment may have come off as dismissive of emotion, but you'd felt comfort knowing this was where the conversation would end, a light nod.  "What about death scares you?" Levi had instead decided to interrogate you, eyes still fixated over your uneasy face, expression unaltered, unreadable.  "I have regrets." The admission had been indistinct, and as the work between you had already been postponed by this discussion, Levi decided to push further. 

"We all have regrets, it's normal." An attempt at solace from the captain had been a rarity, one you'd appreciated, even if it had been unneeded. "Do you have any?" Perhaps you shouldn't have pushed, and instead abandoned the exchange, but witnessing the tightening of his jaw and brewing gaze through his words of comfort, you'd been left with the question of what a male as accomplished as himself could regret within his life.  "I had two friends that were murdered by titans. If I could change anything, I wouldn't have split off from them - I'd have protected them." It had been clear Levi had detached himself from the statement, even if he'd meant the words spoken. A painful memory he hadn't wanted to relive, and wouldn't allow himself to delve into.  "Mine is embarrassing." Your mouth had moved faster than your mind, a slip up allowing too much information to surpass the confides of your skull, one you'd come to regret as Levi pushed further, until you were unable to hold back. 

"I don't want to die-" You swallowed, eyes closing before finishing the statement. "A virgin." Lips curving up, an exhale of self-deprecating laughter as you'd shaken your head, heat boiling through your body. 

Levi remained still, the only difference between his stature before you'd closed your eyes to now being his parted lips, a barely readable, shocked gaze.  "I'm sorry-" You'd began your apology, mentally preparing to leave within the next few seconds, but were halted by Levi's tone, his hand reaching across the desk to place over your own, a plea for you to remain seated.  "Don't worry about it." 

There had been a shift in his eye, a change within the way his stare met yours.  "You're not going to die. And, if you do, you don't have to worry about that-" The warmth of his touch had been removed as he'd brought his hand to rest over his face, cursing himself before continuing. "I didn't word that right."  "What did you mean, then?" You'd questioned, brow furrowing as you watched Levi splutter awkwardly, a tint across his cheeks that had looked similar to a blush. He hadn't replied, and you'd entertained the idea, a spark of curiosity igniting into the confidence to probe him. "Were you suggesting that you'd take my virginity?" 

A flurry of awkwardness had intertwined itself between you now you'd reached your destination - your quarters. Single bed made this morning, a few items of clothing folded and placed on the rickety table in the corner, not yet put into the designated drawers. Levi stood behind you, unable to gauge whether or not you'd been ready to share intimacy now, or if you'd wished to get comfortable first. A situation he'd offered himself into, yet now he'd been situated within the four walls it had been bound to happen within, he was left shy. 

You turned to face him for guidance, though his flustered expression had told you he'd felt as confused, appearing unaware of the steps to take next. These unusual circumstances hadn't come with an instruction manual, so you'd simply have to make your own pace. You'd had a small amount of understanding from what you'd picked up from others; what'd happened when two people would share warmth. It was possible you could begin with something small and work your way up, a trivial act to start the show, one such as kissing. 

With some hesitance, a movement forward and a jolt back, you'd closed the gap between yourself and Levi, pressing your lips to his. A foreign affection to you, gentle grazing of mouths before locking lips, feeling the male loosen up slightly, feeling a hand draw upward to rest at the back of your neck, to pull you in closer. You'd been sloppy, unaware of the curiosities to follow while pressing your lips to another's, though with a few movements you'd picked up on the slight motions he had been following, applying them to your actions. A graze of skin with your tongue, a flick over his own, heart beating with vigor when he'd began to walk you backward, your legs hitting the firm mattress as you'd threatened to tumble, but caught by strong arms. Gently, you took your queue to sit, allowing Levi to push you backward, maneuvering to lay himself between your parted legs. 

His lips moved themselves to attack your neck, a whimper leaving you when he'd nipped over your pulse-point, grazing teeth to meet your collarbone. Nimble fingers met with the buttons of your shirt, popping open each fastened hole to open the garment up, exposing the skin beneath, running his hands over. You'd taken a breath between kisses, bumps running over the skin he'd caressed, the first human contact you'd felt other than your own. It felt good. His touch had been gentle yet firm, a connection between skin, adding pressure as he'd reached your breasts. He cupped them through the bindings you'd worn, lightly kneading, though pulling back to rest his forearms on the bed either side of you, body pressing closer to yours. 

The change in proximity had your chest tightening, the realization of the situation at hand. Your legs had been wrapped loosely around your captain, half undressed before him as your lips had attacked his, the intention of losing your virginity. There was dubiousness as to how many partners he'd had before you, whether his experience had been greatly larger than your own, though the glimmer of apprehensiveness the pair of you had shared moments prior had answered to you. 

"Can-" You whispered between a kiss, eyelids fluttering open to land your line of sight on Levi, vision blurred due to the prolonged darkness. "Can I undress you?" An innocent question from the inexperienced, a need to feel his body under your fingers, to trace over his skin as he'd fondled yours. His response had been silence, moving to sit upright on the dated mattress, rolling shoulders back to allow you access. Trailing over his chest, you felt the cotton, before running to the buttons, undoing them one by one, never daring to observe anything other than your own actions. The fabric fell to each side, unveiling nude chest beneath, pink and jagged scars littered across toned abdomen. Without thought, you allowed digits to run over the markings, fixated on his form while left to question the origins of the lesions, some evidently left by blades, while others ambiguous. 

You felt him flush under your touch, chest rising and falling with the haphazard breaths leaving lungs, both of you unsure of who the gasps gathering between you had belonged to. Once each inch had been explored by your strokes, your hands moved down to the belt fastened at his waist, wrapping yourself around the buckle to unclasp it, then making your way to open the trousers beneath. Only when the garment had been unfastened, loosely sitting at Levi's thighs, you'd been left with uncertainty once more, what next? 

Levi took the lead, standing from the bed to pull the slacks from his figure, stepping from them to leave only briefs clinging to the hardness he'd gained, stomach tensing as cool air hit his core. You mirrored his actions, pushing yourself from the bed to leave yourself in only undergarments, though once reaching to the band across your chest, undoing the bindings to allow the fabric to fall freely, you were left almost bare. Now more hospitable than you'd previously been, assured of one another's feelings within the moment, each of you rushed to feel the other, lips a frenzy. He became less conservative with his tongue, adding more into your mouth to become a mess, sucking to taste the inside of the other. Teeth clashed gently, but neither party had paid much attention, hunger between you and an ever-growing ache between legs. A need to have more of him had been planted within you, blossoming through whines as you'd swallowed back the saliva he'd pushed into your mouth. 

Slowly, without moving his lips from yours, you sat yourself onto the bed, repositioning while pining over one another, back into the situation you'd been in prior, now only the thin cloth of underwear keeping him from sliding in. Gentle rolls of his hips against yours caused you to groan, the thick of his bricked up cock massaging over your slit, desperate to feel more of you. With each long drag of the length you'd clenched, stifling a moan through embarrassment, but when he'd drawn across your clit, you'd felt the muscles within your core tighten, a flutter within your chest. 

"I-I want more." Sheepishly, you'd allowed the request to pass your lips, heated cheeks prickling as he'd drawn back from you, glancing down to the tent in his briefs. A movement of his wrist had him springing free, though your eyes had remained on his face, unable to watch what had been happening between parted legs.  "Are you sure?" Levi questioned, gaze shifting from the head pressing at your dripping cunt to meet yours, concern reflected within the grey irises. You nodded, though a hand on his shoulder had him hesitating once more; another admission from yourself.  "I'm scared." 

His lips dropped to yours, a short and sweet connection before he'd drawn back only slightly, forehead resting atop your own.  "I'll be slow." Levi's promise had you relax, a burning as he'd slowly edged himself into you, a stretch over the girth he'd wielded. You hissed, teeth gritting as he'd pushed a little more in. But, he'd stayed true to his word, only moving deeper once you'd alleviated, gradually allowing you to adjust to the foreign feeling. He'd reached the hilt, shaking breath as he held himself still, waiting for your grip to loosen once more.  "You're doing well." His reassurance had aided, exhaling and focusing on the fullness within you, hips drawing back and then forward with ease, leisurely thrusting until your tightened jaw had fallen to an open mouth, eyes once squeezed harshly closed now half lidded.  "Feels good." You'd hummed, allowing his mind ease as he continued, building speed. 

He brought his hand to cup the underneath of your neck, face hovering above yours, lips grazing one another's, yet instead of sharing a kiss, you'd simply exchanged air. There had been a curse whispered beneath his breath, a squeeze of his hand with a deeper rut, a slapping of skin echoing through the room. It had been difficult to focus on anything other than the intensity of pleasure seeping through you, the intimacy that you'd shared with the man you'd considered a friend. He drew back, pulling back until only the tip had been inside you, a brute thrust forward to fill the space he'd just left. Levi let out a deeper groan at the sensation, repeating the motion once more to feel your walls wrap around his length once more, sucking him inward. 

You tilted your head back against the pillow, mouth wider as stray moans had escaped you, much to your efforts at swallowing them. The male watched through his flustered state as you'd displayed your pleasure so clearly across your face, rapid breaths and legs spreading slightly wider as if to beckon him deeper. He'd taken the opportunity, reducing his speed to instead roll further into you, pained moans as he held his high back, eyes threatening to roll back as you took him all the way in his languid thrusts. 

You'd squeezed his shoulder with a hum each time he'd brushed at your cervix, the feeling of fullness addicting. Though, with the state of you beneath him, completely undone and only for his eyes, it had been difficult for him to hold back much longer. Levi had always thought of you as pretty, admiring you from a distance until you'd been assigned his squad. He'd admitted to being a little harsher over you to begin with, though it had been due to his own disinterest in gaining an attachment, something that would only cause harm in the future of the world you'd shared. With time, he'd eased up on you, and had come to appreciate your company more than most, even if it had meant getting a little personal. This had been the last way Levi could've guessed this evening would've ended, though he'd been unable to deny that he hadn't pictured this before. 

"I feel close," He commented, your comfort at the forefront of his mind despite feeling as if he'd been about to explode, barely able to string words to a sentence. "-'m gonna pull out." The utterance had been followed by an emptiness as his fist replaced the warmth of your walls. Pumping over himself to find his release, he let out a higher pitched whine, followed by frantic fucks into his hand. You'd felt a hot liquid fall onto your stomach, ears warm, a hum from your chest as if to approve of the angelic sounds he'd made whilst reaching his high. 

Levi dropped to the mattress beside you with bated breaths, eyes closed as he'd attempted to bring himself back to reality. He'd abstained for a while - not through purpose, but due to lack of desire. After weeks of pent up frustration, the release he'd experienced had been ethereal, head in the clouds while you'd shifted to the side of the single bed to create room for the extra body.  "That was good." The remark had been quiet, a reassurance to the panting male beside you. He opened his eyes, pupils scanning over your body.  "Do you want to come?" He asked, to which you'd let a small smile spread over your lips, a shake of your head.  "Next time?" You questioned with hesitance, though the burning uncertainty had forced you to ask the question, a need to understand what the predicament between you had become. Levi repeated the phrase back to you, causing doubt to shadow over you, watching as he rolled to his side, propping his head upon his own bent arm.  "Okay." 

Once again, his eyes had met yours, this time with sentiment, an acceptance of the way he'd felt. Again had sounded good. In a world where the prospect of living another day had laid heavy with uncertainty, Levi could only pray he could spend more time with you. 

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - Jan 21st - Week 3

Here’s everything I read this week! I hope you find something you enjoy! 

~*~ 

Hello. I've Been Waiting by j_gabrielle

Non-powered AU where Steve and Tony are in their late 20s and were high school sweethearts, married a year after their graduation - as Steve had wanted to save and then use his own money to buy Tony a ring. Though it hurt him to let Steve go to join the army, Tony knew it would have hurt both of them even more if Steve had stayed at home, miserable. They skype when they can, send emails (and the occasional letter because Steve is old fashioned that way - although Tony will never admit the amount of glee that fills him at seeing the physical envelope in his mailbox), and keep in touch as much as possible.

But there are still the long periods of time when there is no contact, and Tony can't help but worry and fret terribly about his husband overseas. One such period of time, Steve and Tony's friends (Bucky, Rhodey, the rest of the avengers, ya know), are surprised to get a group email from Steve - but happy at seeing that the reason: Steve is coming home early from his tour and wants to surprise Tony.

arei’s thoughts: I’m a sucker for Steve surprises Tony with a military homecoming. Short and sweet and lovely. 

A ghost for Christmas by gottalovev 

When she died, Peggy left Steve an old house in Connecticut. When he decides to spend Christmas there, Steve finds out that it's already inhabited... by a very handsome and kind of annoying ghost.

arei’s thoughts: this was so cute and the way that Rhodey came into it was really great. Loved it. 

Something On My Mind by Thahire

During a team game of Never Have I Ever, Tony finds out that Steve has done—some things with men.

Things spiral from there.

arei’s thoughts: tony finding out about steve’s sexual past in a game with the team is a pretty niche trope and one i absolutely adore. Loved this. 

Arrangements by Neverever 

Tony has a no-strings attached, no-personal information, all-sex relationship with Steve. But things can change, can't they?

arei’s thoughts: FWB that doesn’t stay FWB is always a lot of fun. 

Magical Moments by Becci_chan

It hadn’t been Steve’s best idea when he’d asked Tony to go with him to the Christmas market. Steve had only needed someone to keep him company, because sometimes crowded places still made him nervous. And because he liked Tony. A lot.

arei’s thoughts: it’s pure Christmas fluff. Plus, you know, Steve not knowing he’s head over heels for Tony is always fun. 

Teeny Tiny OctoTony by MountainRose

Tony finds something in a HYDRA base, and it's about four inches tall and has a goatee.

And tentacles.

arei’s thoughts: i’m a big fan of tony as a octopus. They’re so smart?? And this one’s telepathic-ish bond with his octo counterpart was adorable! 

All Roads Lead To by Anonymous

After Obadiah's betrayal, Tony hides in the depths of the Midwest to become a mechanic.

The Avengers come into his life anyway.

arei’s thoughts: I love the idea that some things are inevitable, and how this team came together was lovely. 

Beyond Imagination by nakurumok

Tony swears he is fine. Really.

Sure, he was injured in the battle (only slightly), his suit was shut down after he was hit by some magical beam, crashed into the ground and lost conscious for nearly a day. But he is fine. Totally. Unquestionably.

Except, if he would admit it, he feels like he had gone through a few rounds of boxing with Hulk, while without the suit. He feels dizzy, and the ground seems floating under his every step and his head hurts like hell. But despite all of these, he is fine.

… and has he mentioned he sees Captain America, who should only exist in the comics, standing in his kitchen?

arei’s thoughts: The way things came out slowly and then all at once was lovely. It was clear that something was wrong, but how it played out was just--so nice. 

we pick ourselves undone by laramara

It might appear that award-winning surgeon Tony Stark, the head of neurosurgery at Shield Hospital, well and truly has his life together. Now if he could only figure out how to tell people that his father, world class neurosurgeon Howard Stark, is locked away in a nursing home with Alzheimer’s, devise a way to get Chief Fury off his back for good, and work out what the hell he’s going to do about the weird on-again-off-again thing he has going with the head of cardio, he’d finally have everything sorted.

arei’s thoughts: I loved the setting of this and the softness between Tony and Steve in contrast to everything around them. So well done. 

[andimoon]

@ye0liessunshine || HIII can I send a request with a chanyeol smut using prompts #14, #31 and #39 ? <<33

Hello lovely reader!! Thank you for your request! This one took me some time as this is my second time writing smut. It’s the filthiest thing I’ve ever written. 🫠 I hope you enjoy!! 18+

Word count: 3.8K

Warning: graphic smut, exhibitionism, mild hand fixations, Dom!Chanyeol, Bratty/Quiet reader, power plays.

Chanyeol x reader

FwB to Lovers, established relationship au.

Graphic smut

14.“There’s nothing wrong with getting a little dirty.”

31. “You’re making a scene.”

39. “Shut up, I’m trying to fuck you.”

Today had been a hard day, work was long and unnecessarily stressful, as it tended to be. The only thing that kept you going was the ideal of soaking in steamy soapy water with music playing around you and the scent of your favorite bath bombs. To get the grime of the day off of your skin and fully wash away any thought of work for the rest of the night. Maybe if you were lucky you’d be able to share a glass of wine with your new boyfriend. Or, if you were even more lucky, you’d get to feel his warm touch and spend the night in his embrace. The few days you’d gone without seeing him, without touching him, loving him, left you pent up and agitated. You suppose what they say about new relationships was true.

Your heels ached and you’d long ago removed the three inch abominations you were forced to wear every day, stumbling barefoot into your apartment. You dropped your bag, your keys, undoing the ridiculous hairstyle that had been pulling at one single strand of hair for hours. Your job was fine, you’d finally made it high enough on the corporate ladder to not have to worry about money, but the stress that came with your position was borderline unbearable. And that uniform killed you every single day. Your brain pounded. Only one thing kept you moving, one thing that prevented you from collapsing right then and there on the nearest surface; Bath. As it lured you in, you dropped everything, including your clothes in your path. You’ll pick them up after your muscles relaxed and your stresses melted away in that lovely lavender scent bomb you’d been saving away for a special occasion.

The moment you sank into the water was bliss, pro tip from a magazine you came across at work; always take a quick shower before getting into a bath with a bath bomb. You could feel the minerals seeping into your skin and willing your muscles and bones to relax.

It was like nothing else mattered as you reveled in the moment of pampering. And then a few consecutive chimes from your phone sitting on the closed toilet seat just within your grasp. You swore to god, if it was a text from work about something else needing to be redone, you were going to lose your fucking mind. With a few rough taps, your screen came to life and the two little hearts on the outsides of his name instantly calmed the storm inside you.

‘I’m outside your house. Are you home?’

‘I know I have the code and everything, but I want to see you.’

‘Are you home, baby?’

The texts came in ramped succession and the little chuckle that escaped you was involuntary. Your fingertips were still slightly slippery from the soapy water and you didn’t want to risk dropping your phone into it. That little device was what kept your head above the raging storm in the office. So instead, you dialed. Midway through the first ring, you heard his deep gravelly voice. “Baby? Did you see my text?” You could hear movement and rustling on the other side of the line, you hummed in response.

“Yeah, I’m home,” you adjusted and jammed your hip against the side of the tub, a small ached groan left your lips, “just come on up. I’m taking a bath right now, but we can have dinner together if you’re free.”

You heard the car door close on the line and his breath was slightly shaky as he walked, you assumed he parked in your garage as he usually did. “Alright, I’ll see you in a second and we can talk.”

Normally those words would bring an aura of anxiety within you, but his tone and the easiness in it soothed you. Not to mention the exhaustion in your bones. Chanyeol had been your boyfriend for a solid three months at this point, before that you were friends with benefits for almost a year. Yoel had a way of making you feel comfortable, even with his annoying pouts and tantrums, he was everything you needed, your other half, and you knew you could rely on him no matter what. Even when you were at the peak of your exhaustion and frustrations, even when you were picking a fight, he understood you, he accepted you and soothed you. And he was teaching you to be more honest and straightforward with your thoughts and emotions. Somewhere in your mind you knew it was meant to be, you were meant to find this man, and he was meant to be yours. Even when either of you fucked up, and you had plenty of times, the way you talked together came naturally and it was easy to come to an agreement. You loved it. And you knew you didn’t deserve him.

The front door chimed as he input the code, and the motion sensor sang a little welcome to the man. You could hear his footsteps but they lagged a little in their path to you, and when your boyfriend showed up in the doorway, you couldn’t help but bask in his glory. The suit he wore clung to his body perfectly, somehow accenting the thickness of his thighs and the broadness of his shoulders and his black locks looked heavenly the way they were brushed back atop his head. God how you missed him. You let out a teasing little whistle and he smirked in response, leaning against the doorframe and you could tell he was admiring your naked frame under the bubbles. Suddenly his hand lifted the collection of your clothing, the way he held it all in three fingers was both annoying and oddly satisfying somewhere deep inside you. “Hard day?”

“Too many things went wrong today,” your skin burned the longer you stared at each other and you leaned against the cool side of the tub, lifting your body a bit to give your lover a better view of your chest, “But I left that behind when I clocked out.” That was something Chanyeol had shown you to do. There’s no point in stressing over work when you’re not being paid for it. Your time off was for you. The little sound he made confirmed it. “Are you staying with me tonight?”

A few steps into the bathroom and he stood looming over you. It was hard to see his face from your angle but you admired the way the suit clung to his hips, the mouthwatering bulge, and the way the smooth fabric guided your eyes down the expanse of his luscious thighs and long legs. Suddenly feeling hyper aware of your complete lack of clothing. The air was heavy for a moment before he crouched in front of you, his eyes were dark and lustful as they met yours and the smirk on his lips left you dizzy, “Actually,” his voice was so much deeper and the rasp robbed you of any oxygen you might’ve had in your lungs, much to his amusement, “I want to take you out tonight. I’m meeting the guys for dinner at an event, we can bring guests.” You honestly didn’t really want to go, you had everything you wanted then and there, but you wanted to support him. He mentioned the event like it wasn’t that important but you knew he was proud of his work and there was something in his eyes that piqued your interest. The silence was challenging, and rare for Chanyeol. Your chest felt like it would cave under his gaze and you exhaled a heavy breath.

The water was no longer hot and your fingers had already started to shrivel so you pulled the drain and stood in all your naked, goosebumped glory. You could feel your skin tingle in the wake of his wandering stare and the little bob of his throat was unmistakable.

“Oh yeah? You’re taking me out tonight?” You were actively teasing him and the man’s face crumbled in an instant as he shuffled back and out of the bathroom, you chuckled and walked up to him, pressing a damp palm against his stomach in a spot far too low and you knew it would leave him reeling. You knew all his little buttons that had him begging to get between your legs. The little growl he released rattled in your chest.

That perfect pink tongue of his darted out to wet his lips and you were mesmerized by it for a moment. “I want to take you out,” he said a little weaker than last time, but you watched his face closely as he came to a conclusion in his mind and spoke with more conviction, “and I promise to take very good care of you for your troubles, little siren.”

So if you went out with him tonight, he’d fuck you the way you craved? That didn’t sound like a bad deal in your mind. “Okay,” you brushed past him to get ready, he was over dressed so you went to the fancier side of your closet to find something that would catch eyes. Your boyfriend had a way of becoming the center of attention and you knew if you didn’t dress the part you’d shatter under his spotlight, especially if he was dressed like that.

At some point he’d followed you to your bedroom, sitting on your bed with his legs spread just a little wider than usual. It was inviting. “That’s it? You do want to go, then.” He leaned his elbows on his knees and the amusement in his eyes left you wanting to do unspeakable things.

“I want to be with you.” You found a maxi dress at the back of your wardrobe and pulled it out. The gorgeous shades of dark greens left the gown looking ethereal, and the soft tulle off-the-shoulder sleeves were so comfortable. After a moment you stepped out of the small closet with the gown mostly on. “Help me with the zipper?” Yeol loved this gown almost as much as you did. You’d worn this dress on the first night you spent together. You recalled the way the tall slit drove him crazy, the way he had removed it from you so slowly, taking in every second in this very room. His sharp breath returned you to reality and he was suddenly right behind you. Hot fingertips brushed your hair to the side, feathering over the sensitive spot he loved to kiss. His touch was torturously slow, purposely lining a path down your spine all the way to the bottom of the opened zipper. It was so hard to breathe, how you wanted to crawl onto him and ride him until he gave into you.

Your lover went to get his car after the dress, and you got ready at lightning speed, makeup, check. Hair, check. Shoes, check. Purse, keys, wallet. Check, check, and check. You were surprised you made it out of the house at all with your body’s reaction to seeing Chanyeol. It had only been a few days for god’s sake. Being in such an enclosed space with him was dangerous. The seductive scent of his cologne and his natural musk, it was so hot in here, and your legs were trembling ever so slightly. It was hard to think about anything else but the fantasies playing behind your eyes. You couldn’t look at him as you talked and eventually, “Are you mad? Did you really not want to go out?”

“I’m not mad,” you responded in truth, reaching for his large hand resting on your thigh, your own looked so small in comparison. “You’re overwhelming,” your head lulled to look at him, the way his tie sat so perfectly on his chest. You imagined him using the fabric to tie your hands, or to cover your eyes, “You look so fucking good, and I’m so weak to you.” He risked a glance at you as he drove and this time you were openly ogling him, letting your eyes linger in all the spots you wanted to taste, to touch, to fuck.

That dark tone was back, “Oh yeah?” His tongue peeked out and he bit down on it. The memories of his eyes peeking up at you from between your legs flashed in your mind and you couldn’t help the little whimper that resonated from somewhere in your chest, you had to look away again. This time he laughed at your reaction. “So what I’m hearing is, that pretty little mind of yours is thinking about dirty things? And you can’t control yourself if you look?”

He talked too much, his words affected you too much. It was too hot and too hard to breathe and you simply hummed in response because god forbid you say something that digs you into a deeper hole. “That’s okay, baby,” he was speaking again, this time in a knowing tone that made you want to smack him, “We’ll just stay for a little while. Then we’ll go through all your little thoughts. How does that sound?”

He lied. You hadn’t stayed for a little while. Two hours later and you were still at this fucking event. Seeing Chanyeol at work while you were pent up and frustrated was a recipe for disaster. The whiplash from; look, little puppy chanyeolie, to Yes, Daddy. Whatever you say, Daddy. You wanted to pull your hair out. Why did you agree to this again? You kept drinking, champagne tasted like complete ass but it was readily available and would help you deal with the boiling in the pit of your stomach. Probably by your third glass a woman’s voice was calling over the intercom for everyone to take their seats for dinner. Chanyeol pulled you to sit next to him and you heard the inhale he took, “Are you drunk?”

“Oh now you see me?” The bitterness rang in your tone. He’d been so busy talking to other guests that he had hardly spoken more than two sentences to you since you arrived. That wasn’t really why you were upset, though. You knew he was working and you shouldn’t have snapped at him like that, but it would be too embarrassing to admit the real reason you were upset. You risked a glance at the rest of the table, the other couples were too busy with each other to even notice. “I tell you what you do to me and you ignore me during an event like this?” You pouted, and you knew it was childish. Maybe you were a little drunk, the words came out carelessly. Chanyeol replaced your drink with a glass of water before you could take another sip.

“I wasn’t ignoring you,” he responded as the lights dimmed and a large projector lit up with some kind of campaign, it looked familiar. Something he’d been producing for a short while, he rarely mentioned it. “You’re overwhelming.” A feeling of déjà vu.

He wanted you just as much, to say he’d been avoiding you would be a stretch, but now the lack of glances in your direction made more sense. He needed to control himself and wouldn’t be able to if his eyes touched yours. “Then why are we still here?” This time you spoke softer and leaned into your boyfriend a bit, pretending to be watching the campaign and he leaned his lips into your hair as he spoke.

“Because I want to show you off.” You felt the heat of his palm as it slowly ran down the side of your leg, you held your breath as his fingers slipped into the front slip of the gown, pulling your leg through and feathering touches against your inner thigh, inching upwards the same way he had done your first night. “You look so good when I touch you.” His voice was sultry, his hot breath filling every cell in your body. You were so thankful for the darkness and the tablecloth that hid Yeol’s adventurous hand.

“You’re going to get your hand dirty if you keep doing this, Yeolie. What if someone notices?” As much as you tried to hide it, your voice trembled with the warning.

“There’s nothing wrong with getting a little dirty.” He purred, “but if you’re really worried, you’ll clean up whatever mess you make.”

It happened so slowly, you could feel his nails prodding against you. The movement of soaked fabric and you felt how those long fingers entered you at a snail's pace, how they just kept going deeper and deeper and you nearly moaned. Your hands were so much smaller than Chanyeols, that was never more evident than when he had them inside you. They reached places you never could, pressing on the sensitive little buttons inside you and all you could think was how good it felt as his warmth radiated. Whatever was on the screen finished and the guests all clapped and roared, you jolted at the reminder of how public this place was. Chanyeol's fingers froze with his hand pressed firmly against you, two digits sitting inside you. And he lifted the table cover over both your laps as the lights came on. It was intoxicating. A stranger walked up onto the center stage to introduce another product, the lights dimmed once more so your boyfriend continued, slowly curling the digits inside you and pressing on that perfect spot. You wanted to scream and you were terrified to move, what if someone noticed? What if you got arrested for public indecency? But it felt so good, the risk left your adrenaline on edge.

The announcement showed but your vision blurred, the more he curled and wiggled inside you, the hotter you felt. Your dress was probably ruined, you could even hear the occasional faint squish that he quietly coughed over as naturally as possible. Every nerve in your body was on fire and you reached for his wrist under the cloth and he raised an eyebrow at you, seemingly unbothered. The moment your eyes touched his hand was moving again, pressing against all the right places. Your mind was foggy and you were in the verge of boiling over, it was hard to hold in your noises. You squeeze his wrist tightly as he pulled a whimper out of you, “Yeollie, not here.” Your voice was nearly gone, muffling the sounds in your throat. He froze and he snuck a glance at the other guests at the oversized table, luckily it was still mostly dark enough to hide your antics.

“You’re making a scene.” The words were like ice water to the face, and the amusement in his eyes embarrassed you further. You hid your face in his shoulder, “Good girl.” He hummed just for you, pressing a kiss against your temple as those fingertips slid right out of you, he slipped them into his mouth, sucking like you were as sweet as icing and your lips suddenly felt dry. The rest of the event was a blur. Chanyeol was by your side and you both excused yourselves early. You needed to get this man inside you as soon as humanly possible.

The little motion detector welcomed you and you heard the door click closed when you finally, finally, made it to your house. Air felt heavy around you, it was so quiet as you both removed your shoes and stepped into the silent home. You didn’t realize you’d been holding your breath until you were pressed against a wall, all at once his mouth was on you, his teeth pulling and biting at your lips, at your neck. Your head was spinning. “You’re so fucking pretty, baby.” He growled into your skin, all at once he reached behind you and undid the zipper, roughing pulling the gown off of you and his lips were back. The desperation in his heated kiss matched yours, you were drugged by the sweetness on his tongue. Your bra came off and his harsh hands massaged your breasts, pulling and pinching at the sensitive numbs before you somehow ended up on the couch in the midst of it all. You hadn’t even realized you’d been moving until the black leather pressed cold against your chest and cheek. Your hips rested on the arm rest, propping up your body for your boyfriend to have the perfect view of what he wanted most.

Not once had the man reached for his clothing and once again you were left mostly bare and him entirely too dressed, but the imbalance ignited something in you. His curious digits lined the bottom of your thighs, pulling at the edges of your lacy underwear. God damn, he was taking so long, you needed him inside you so badly, “Chanyeol,” somehow your tone was stronger than you thought possible and finally his eyes met yours, dark and wanting. The short gasps you shared, the same hot flush on his cheeks you felt on your own, “Just do it already.” As if to accent your words, the little roll of your hips caught on his arousal and you hummed in satisfaction, he hissed and pushed your hips back down, landing a firm slap on the pump flesh.

“So impatient.” A harsh pull as his tie came undone and his clothed body pressed against your naked back, he reached for your hands, blindly tying your wrists has he had time and time again, lips and teeth pressing and scraping and biting on every patch of skin he could touch. “You’re such a slut, I can’t even take my time with you anymore,” he reprimanded and you heard a little zip before he pushed in all at once. It stung and your hole clung to him desperately, he hissed and released a low growl against your ear, not giving you even a second to adjust before he was pushing your hips down and slamming into you again and again.

“Wait,” you cried out, overwhelmed and sensitive, with every thrust of his hips he pulled embarrassing sounds out of you. This was what you wanted, but your body was struggling to catch up to the fast pace of it all, “Yeollie, wait.”

“Shut up, I’m trying to fuck you.” It was animalistic and harsh, and fuck it felt so good. Not once had his back breaking pace hesitated, “Isn’t that what you wanted, little siren?” He pushed deep inside you and held you there, pushing against the deepest point inside you and your bounded hands clawed at the couch, your body recoiling from the intensity and he pulled your hips back to meet his, “Such a good fucking girl.” Those eyes glistened darkly, ravishing you. You were in for a long night.

[too-tired-omg]

I just wanna be around you

In any way you'll have me

For as long as you'll allow me

I want your arms wrapped around me

Our mouths so close to touching

No feelings left unsaid

Just you and me, laying in my bed

[bookerdewittsstuff]

Booker missed you…a lot.

more modern day booker.

CW: Booker being aggressive (in a good way), sub! reader, very dom! booker, afab reader, barely any aftercare, unprotected sex, rough sex, slight degradation, slight praise, pet names, creampie, cussing, fwb relationship. think that’s it, MDNI! PLEASE!!!!!!

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It felt like weeks since he’d last seen you, even though it had only been just a few days. he was off doing God knows what, leaving you behind wondering where he went. you knew that since you weren’t in an official relationship, you weren’t really entitled to know his whereabouts, but that doesn’t mean you can’t worry your heart out. the two of you had an interesting relationship, no labels but he’d spend the whole night with you in your bed and then leave in the early hours of the morning. when he was stressed, you’d let him use you in any way he wanted to, and then he wouldn’t talk to you for a few days, with the cycle repeating itself very often. technically, this would be a friends with benefits kind of relationship, but neither of you talked about it.

Tonight, you’d been doing chores around your little apartment. you had just gotten home from work a few hours prior, being forced to work overtime at the local emergency clinic. funny enough, that was where you met booker. he’d stumbled in after a bar fight gone really wrong. with your hands in the soap filled sink, you jumped a bit with a gasp when you heard the front door slam shut, heavy footsteps following the startling noise until you saw the dark outline of the man you had just been thinking about.

“booker? what on earth are you doing here?” you questioned, turning your body slightly to face him with your hands still in the water. he didn’t speak, didn’t even give himself time to speak before he was making his way over to you. his cold hands grabbed at your waist, turning you around and pushing your lower back against the counter, subsequently pulling your hands out of the sink.

“missed you so much, you have no idea.” he sighed, his large hands pulling up your sleep shirt and exposing your warm skin to the cooler air in your apartment and his cold hands. this time, he didn’t give you time to speak before his face was buried in the space between your neck and shoulder, and you felt his warm breath fanning across your skin before the feeling of his kisses took over.

the chills sent down your spine seemed to affect your speech because you struggled to get out your question, “booker what are you-“

“shut up. just shut up.” he groaned, pulling his head away from you and turning you around, shoving your front against the counter instead. he raised your shirt up and bunched it in his fist at your lower back. “been thinking about fucking you all week, can’t wait any longer.” he spoke, his mouth right against your ear, the chills returning.

“i’m trying to clean…” you said pathetically, knowing that, in the end, booker would get what he wanted, he always got what he wanted when it came to you. the sound that came out of his mouth was a mix between a scoff and a laugh. “so then clean, i’m not stopping you.” he replied.

you gulped and nodded, dipping your hands back into the soapy water to grab another dish. his free hand left your hip momentarily, and the sound of the zipper on his pants exposed what he was doing. you sighed, trying to calm your beating heart. you weren’t scared or anything but booker always had a way of making you nervous, in a good or bad way you weren’t sure.

his hand finally returned to your skin, but not for long as he grabbed the hem of your underwear and yanked them down, fully exposing you to him even in the dim kitchen. you felt his calloused fingers between your thighs and you sighed as he gathered the slick that had been pooling in your underwear the moment he first touched you.

“god.” he mumbled, “i can’t wait any longer, keep doing those damn dishes.” he said and just two seconds later, you felt the pressure of his tip at your entrance, and about one second later, he pushed all the way in with one thrust. he really meant it when he couldn’t wait any longer because he set a brutal pace almost immediately. he usually liked to go slow, but it was obvious that he needed to let out some very pent up frustration, and you were secretly more than happy to provide that release for him.

“o-ow! booker, slow down!” you whined, almost dropping the glass plate you had in your hand, but you clutched it tighter when you felt the squeeze of his own hand against the back of your neck keeping you in place for him. “shh, what’d i say? keep doing those goddamn dishes, okay baby? you don’t know how long i’ve been waiting for this, waiting to hear your little whines and to feel you squeezing against me so fucking tight. just give it to me, please.” he said between labored breaths and groans.

as if to prove a point, you instinctively squeezed around him solely at the sound of his voice, and the fact that he was so desperate for you and you only. you moaned at the mere thought of him constantly thinking about you while he was out doing whatever it was that he did. “fuck.” you whined and resumed what you had been trying to do before he interrupted you.

your hands shakily scrubbed and rinsed the plate and then set it on the rack next to you to dry, all while mustering up all the strength in your body to keep hold of the slippery dishes. booker had no care in the world about your dishes, in fact, if you broke one he probably wouldn’t even stop, at the rate he was going he’d probably laugh it off and fuck you harder.

“taking me so fucking well, aren’t you? you can never say no to me even when you’re doing your boring little chores. you feel so good, fuck fuck fuck, just like that.” he groaned, his upper body now caged around yours, with his hand now wrapped around the front of your neck instead of the back. he didn’t squeeze enough to fully choke you, mostly to just keep you tight against his chest.

“such a whore, all for me right?” he asked and you nodded frantically, “yes booker! y-yes i’m your whore.” you all but shouted, the feeling of him fucking you so hard you couldn’t think straight mixed with the effort to focus on your chore overwhelmed you more than you had ever been in your entire life, but in the best way possible. “such a good girl, fuck ‘m gonna cum inside you-gonna fill you up.” he rambled, and you whined and dropped the next dish you were holding, completely giving up your focus on those damn dishes.

his grunting got louder and his grip got tighter, signaling that he was very close. “p-please, cum inside…i need it, want it so bad.” you begged, turning your head slightly to look back at him, his jaw clenched and his eyes on you. “god you’re so fucking pretty, prettiest girl i’ve ever seen, even when i’m fucking you dumb you’re still gorgeous.”

there was something about his praise that sent you over the edge, maybe the fact that he was giving you the sweetest compliments while simultaneously treating you like a rag doll. but nonetheless, you came, very hard, around booker, clenching and unclenching around him with your mouth dropped open in a silent scream and your eyebrows furrowed.

“fuck fuck, keep looking at me, that’s it.” he grunted and the coil finally snapped. he let out a loud moan, his hips stilling and completely pressed against your ass. you felt his cum spill inside you, his forehead resting against your shoulder trying to catch his breath.

the only noise in the kitchen was the rhythmic sound of your breathing mixed with booker’s pants. after what seemed like forever, he pulled out completely with a sigh, his cum spilling out of you in the process. he took a moment to enjoy the sight before letting go of your throat and grabbing a clean dish towel to clean you up. he pulled your shirt down and turned you to face him.

“i really did miss you.” he spoke, his voice slightly hoarse from the previous activities. you only nodded, now focusing on keeping yourself upright and trying to prevent your legs from giving out on you. he seemed to notice because he reached around and pulled the drain from the sink, picked you up, and carried you upstairs to the shower without a word.

by the time you had awoken in the morning, your bed and apartment were completely empty, the only sign of his presence being the bruises on your hips, the ache between your thighs, and the leftover dirty dishes in the sink. nothing new. it made you question how much he really missed you.

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i did have a lil angst fic i wanted to post, but booker’s voice does something to me sometimes 😨. anyway, hopefully i’ll start writing about more characters!!!

[melancholic-bats]

Sad girl hour confession:

I feel like I can't keep people in my life. Every time I even slightly think I have a chance with a guy, something eventually goes wrong. It doesn't even have to be a relationship, I could be friends with a guy or be fwb and they're always gone in the end. It fucks me up because I feel so guilty for being vulnerable to someone who became a complete stranger to me. I hate that I try to please them and and seem cool and interesting and sexy and then be tossed away like nothing. It's always the ones that say they'd never do something like that to be and then SURPRISE SURPRISE THEY FUCKING DO. I'm so exhausted...🙃

[honeyymistt]

hi

I’ve tried sending this a few times but tumblr keeps crashing so if you receive this like five times I’m so sorry lol

okay so I’m not sure if you remember me but a while ago I messaged you about this person I matched with on a dating app and went out to dinner with. Since then we have gone out to dinner one more time but then she kept cancelling our plans so I pretty much gave up. we have seen each other around and said hi but haven’t texted or talked much since. I guess at this point I’m stuck wondering what I’ve done wrong.

it also leaves me back at dating app square one. I don’t have a large friend group which is why I went to dating apps in the first place but I’m not an extremely social person which I guess doesn’t make me great at first impressions so it’s very hard for me. also the dependence on what a person looks like over what their soul is makes the discernment and swiping process more difficult. this person I was talking to was the only person I really met via dating apps in about a year and a half of using them.

I guess what I’m trying to say is, where do you think I should go from here? I know you answered a question recently about dating so I apologize if this is slightly repetitive, but my friends here at school aren’t much help and I only really have a few friends from high school who I’d go to for advice such as this. It’s really weighing on my self esteem and self worth at this point and I’m trying not to let it affect me, but when people don’t see got as lovable it really seeps into your bones.

thanks for making it this far. I look forward to your wise words.

hi, yes i do remember you!!! ❣️i'm sorry to hear about you and this person. it's a very frustrating feeling to want to know what went wrong but not really being in contact anymore so asking them feels awkward.

i'm not saying this to make you feel better, this is completely my opinion: i don't think you did anything wrong. i think sometimes people just don't click. i know that the easiest thing to do is blame ourselves and convince ourselves that we did something "wrong" because then believe that we can fix it and work things out. but i'd argue that you did everything right, it just wasn't the right person and (this might sound way too gen z) the vibes just weren't it.

i guess what i would ask you is: are you in a rush to be in a relationship? is being in a relationship one of your top priorities? you mentioned that you're back at square one for dating apps. if a relationship is really what you're looking for atm, then i think the only advice i can give you is just stay optimistic, be yourself when texting and eventually you'll find someone who will vibe with you.

the other thing is, maybe dating apps aren't the right thing for you. i have tons of friends who have ended up deleting it because it's just not the right place for them to meet someone. the harsh reality of tinder, hinge & bumble is that a lot of people just want something casual - hookups, fwb, someone to talk to when their lonely, etc. i know you said that you're not super social but part of meeting someone, connecting and beginning to date requires putting yourself out there. maybe go out to a club with your friends and challenge yourself to talk to someone you find attractive. join a club if you're in university. sign up for a community centre class lol. go to a coffee shop regularly and strike up a conversation with someone who is always there at the same time as you. ask your friends if you could meet some of their friends.

i know it's hard but please don't let this hit your self confidence. anyone who has you in their life is a lucky one 💌

[twistedthings]

𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖔: m/f/anyone 𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖙:  your muse has helped Erica on some cases in the past & while working on a certain case she’s gotten in over her head, the bastards came to her apartment & beat her up a little to intimidate her to get her to stop her investigation. so bruised & battered she came to your muse for help or perhaps your muse found her afterwards. it’s pretty vague & definitely open for plotting! 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: a regular informant/criminal of hers she uses for information, an old partner or contact of her father’s, her old partner (she's an ex-detective current P.I.), ex/old lover, fwb, idk whatever works~

“If they think this was the way to get me to stop, they’re fucking wrong,” Erica said with a slight sniffle as she shifted and glanced up at the other, trying to ignore the throbbing pain on the left side of her face and head, the few ribs she was sure were either severely bruised or fractured from being kicked when she had fallen to the ground. It wasn’t anything she’d not gone through before, in fact, she’d been through worse but that wasn’t to say she didn’t look like absolute shit sitting there with her arms crossed over her chest as if she were trying to hold her ribs together. She didn’t like that they were seeing her like this, the consequences to her delving far too deep into shit she shouldn’t have been going after by herself at all but it wasn’t like she had a partner anymore or was part of the force– they were as corrupt and jagged as the men that ran the crime syndicates and sex trafficking rings Erica sought to bring down and destroy; save the women, children, and people that were taken and harmed by those despicable pieces of shit. More often than not the corruption of the two systems were played by the same people.

The woman swallowed and shifted again, breathing was uncomfortable and all she wanted to do was fucking sleep but she knew that wasn’t a good idea. There was something sticky on the side of her head, clamping her dark hair together and Erica was sure it was her own blood. Her gaze dropped and she winced slightly, trying to focus on breathing and not fucking passing out. She should leave, get away from them, hell, she shouldn’t have dragged them into this at all but there she was doing just that by just being in their presence. Erica knew it’d likely be pointless trying to convince them she was alright, or at least was going to be alright enough to continue with her investigation but part of her still wanted to try but her lungs couldn’t form anymore words and she shut her eyes and just breathed.

[neopuppy]

CMND/CTRL (M)

Preview: “Jeno, do you want some ramen?” Haechan bounces on his heels with an adorable smile. Lifting a steaming pot of noodles in front of the Alphas face.

“Excuse me??” Jeno’s scowl deepens. “What did you just call me?”

Haechan’s eyes go wide, lips pouting around the shape of an ‘O’. “Hyung..Jeno hyung.. I forget sometimes.”

Jeno straightens, looming above Haechan’s only slightly smaller frame as much as he can. “Next time you forget, I’ll make sure you regret it.”

Pairing: alpha Jeno x omega Haechan x female omega reader

Word Count: 7.2k+

Genre: a/b/o AU, pwp..mild plot, filth, fwb, M/F, mostly M/M, sub Haechan, hard dom Jeno, one shot

Smut Warning: Haechan’s ass gets absolutely destroyed, use of ‘hyung’, a face time call gone ‘wrong’, oral, rimming, anal, heavy degradation, hair pulling, spanking, overstimulation, knotting

a/n: a late Haechan day gift🌻 rip that bussy🥳

2nd a/n: IB an anon who sent in this scenario. I lost your message sorry😭 I hope you see this and love it💙😇

As many other days tend to play out, you lay sprawled out on your roommates bed. Confined under the weight of his warmth as he smothers you with kisses.

“You think we can try it today?” Haechan asks with a hopeful glint flashing through his eyes.

“Which ‘it’ do you mean this time?” You say, seeking handfuls of his bottom. Shaking the nice fat that’s built-up after months of pilates and squat challenges you’ve tested out together. “What’s this perky little Omega ass need today?”

Haechan starts whining, curling into you like a kitten with his button nose running across your scent gland. “You still smell like him.”

“Ahh, so that’s why you're so needy huh?”

A muffled sound of embarrassment vibrates down your throat. The Omega sniffs noisily, licking over the area that carries the prominent scent of Alpha.

“I heard you yesterday.” He pants, pointedly grinding his hips down against your stomach. Hard enough for the tiny briefs he’s wearing to ride up. The thin cotton fabric cutting down on half of his buttcheeks enough for the peachy shape to stick out even more. “So loud, as always.”

“I’m sorry, you know how Jeno gets.” You breathe out, crushed under his working thrusts. The tip of his length pokes at your belly button repeatedly, lower half working up and down against your stomach.

“Can’t he get like that with me?” Haechan visibly blushes. His cheeks grow hotter against your neck. Doing his best to contain another whimper when the tips of your fingers find the wet spot forming on the back of his briefs. “Mmmph..”

“That’s what you want? A big strong Alpha to toss you around like a toy. Fuck you to tears?” You whisper, finding his earlobe to nibble on. The Omegas' broken whimpers grow louder, rolling his face in the crook of your neck. Panting hotly against your scent gland creating a mixture of smells. A mixture strong enough to blend his with the fleeting scent of Alpha clinging to your flesh. The combination sends his eyes rolling back, hips jerking up to meet the thrusts your fingers give.

“Fuck me like that,” Haechan’s nose scrunches. Lifting his face to meet your gaze with giant watery eyes, he lets out raspy squeaks the faster he starts to work against you. Ass clapping back to chase after your searching fingers. “Please, please, please. Need to be fucked hard, and stupid. Need to.”

His lips part, drooling on your mouth, licking up the mess of saliva spilling onto your chin. It turns hot at rapid speed, teeth clink together, damp foreheads covered in sweat knock against each other roughly. Pleads shift to begging, letting out a trail of ‘please please please’ between staggered breaths.

“Haechan, I don’t think I can do that..” you lament, awkwardly halting the sloppy kiss. His nose smashes into yours letting out an exhausted sigh. Thrusts slowing to a lazy pace with a small spurt of slick squeezing from his hole.

“Just once?” Haechan’s near teary as he asks again, sniffling away the first few trying to escape.

“I would baby,” you console, cupping his face to knead his cheeks softly. “I just don’t know how to..be like that. Maybe I can ask Jeno to show me..”

“I really do love what we have. But I just..” Haechan slumps off to your side. Sinking deeper into the mattress with a long tired sigh. “Listening to you with Jeno the other day.. I get so jealous sometimes wishing I could be the one screaming like my life depended on it the way you do.”

“Why don’t you call up Jaemin?” You suggest. The Alpha was known around town for being pretty rough in bed. Not that you’d know from experience with Jeno taking up too much of your time to hook-up with many others.

“Yeah I guess I could.” Haechan pouts, crossing his arms over his chest. “He’s younger than me though. Always going on about how he doesn’t really feel comfortable disrespecting me..”

“Ah, don’t mess around with me.” You beam, poking at his side until he squirms and breaks into a round of giggles. “You just want your big Alpha hyung Jeno to fuck your brains out. Don’t you?”

“Maybe I do!” With a loud shriek Haechan attacks you, kissing over your cheeks letting out little whines. “Maybe I want Jeno hyung fuck me until I’m seeing the gates of heaven!”

“Okay okay,” you laugh, turning to the side with your roomate. “Jeno’s coming over later today. What if I ask h—“

“No!” Haechan sits up. His eyebrows crush together, jutting out his lower lip. “He’ll get mad!”

Following to sit up with him, you roll your eyes. “Isn’t that the point? Don’t you want him to hate fuck you until you’re drowning in a bucket of your own slick?”

Haechan groans, dropping down against your chest. Releasing a ridiculously long sob. “More than anything!”

“My silly little Omega.” You coo, petting strands of his bangs away to kiss at his exposed forehead. “I think we can figure something out. I know how to manipulate that Alpha like the back of my hand..”

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The plan to get Haechan utterly fucked into oblivion was, so far, not going as planned.

“I can’t stand him.” Jeno complains under his breath. Failing another round of Call of Duty for the umpteenth time. His attention focused on a perky butt bouncing around in your kitchen.

“Leave him be. Haechan’s adorable.” You flick his shoulder, knowing better after numerous tantrums than to actually push at the Alpha mid-gaming.

“Haechan is a pest. You really couldn’t have chosen a worse roommate.” Jeno snaps. Dropping the controller in his grip as pots and pans hit tile flooring. Amplified by the Omega in the kitchen's dramatic loud shrieks.

“I think you two just need to kiss and patch things over.” You suggest slyly. Smiling when Haechan pops his head into view voicing an ‘oops’.

Your much too cute Omega roommate hops up and down, bursting out a squeak between teeth chattering together. Muttering to himself about how clumsy he can be sometimes.

“There’s nothing to patch up. Haechan is a nuisance is what he is.” Jeno’s glaring full of rage. Losing the level he’s on too distracted with anger toward the Omega cleaning up the mess of cooking tools spilling from a cabinet.

“You’re too harsh, don’t you think?” You prod his cheek, poking the beauty mark on his cheekbone. “Sounds like someones sexually frustrated.”

Jeno slowly shifts his eyes your way, snarling comically with his nostrils flaring. “Are you trying to piss me off so that I’ll pay attention to you?”

“Maybe.” You smirk, moving closer to his side to pull on his hair.

“You Omegas are all the same, dick on your brain at all times.”

“That’s not true!” You deny, tugging a tuft of the Alphas hair to annoy him. “We also think about food!”

Jumping up quickly, you grab onto Jeno’s wrists pulling him away from the couch. “Mmm I think Haechan’s making dinner.”

“Ugh.” The Apha grunts, stumbling to follow you. Gently pried toward the kitchen with your palms squeezing around his thick wrists. “Don’t want any if he made it.”

“Don’t be such a baby, Alpha!” You scoff, releasing him to peck your roommate on the cheek.

“Mmm, my favorite!”

Haechan smiles wide, returning a peck to your cheek. He lifts a forkful of noodles up, blowing the steam away. “Too spicy?”

“Mmm, just perfect.” You let him know between a mouthful of bites.

“I made it just how you said Jeno likes it!” Haechan whispers behind his hand. Picking up the freshly boiled meal, he turns to face the Alpha. Blinking up shyly at the taller, stepping closer to him with his shoulders lowered.

“Jeno, do you want some ramen?” Haechan bounces on his heels with an adorable smile. Lifting a steaming pot of noodles in front of the Alphas face.

“Excuse me??” Jeno’s scowl deepens. “What did you just call me?”

Haechan’s eyes go wide, lips pouting around the shape of an ‘O’. “Hyung..Jeno hyung.. I forget sometimes.”

Jeno straightens, looming above Haechan’s only slightly smaller frame as much as he can. “Next time you forget, I’ll make sure you regret it.”

Haechan snorts, wiggling his hips and cracking into a huge toothy smile. “Ah Jeno hyung! You’re so cute when you get all threatening tough Alpha!”

Jeno’s eyes roll to the side, shaking his head more annoyed now. Unable to shake off the irritation that Haechan always manages to stir inside of him.

It has nothing to do with the way your roommate bends over lewdly while wearing the tiniest little shorts he’s ever seen. Too tight as they do nothing to hide every crevice and dip between the Omegas buttcheeks. Jeno gulps, mentally cursing when the thin fabric flutters right above Haechan’s hole.

No it’s not that.

It’s not the way he sits on his knees bouncing up and down whenever he wins a round playing Street Fighter against Jeno. The Alpha swears he’s doing it on purpose to distract him.

It also has nothing to do with that time Jeno needed to piss, rushing for your bathroom only to find the Omega completely nude with a leg lifted up on the sink counter, rubbing oil from the backs of his thighs up to the rounded globe of his smooth pretty ass..

No no, Jeno doesn’t recall those memories at random times. Especially not when he’s home alone and you text him photos from your roommates bed of your core covered in slick. Knowing in the back of his mind it’s not only your slick either.

Even now as Haechan scoops him a bowl full of ramen with all of his favorite toppings, adding in extra scallions and cheese that melts into the noodles exactly how he likes, he feels annoyed.

“Jeno hyung, take a bite! I followed a new recipe!” Haechan drags the Alpha to sit, setting down a large bowl that makes him salivate. He squeezes in by Jeno’s side with anticipation, rubbing together his palms eagerly waiting for his hyung to enjoy his efforts.

“I’m not hungry.” Jeno says flatly. Hearing a sound of disapproval as you follow to take up the space on his other side.

“Don’t be an ungrateful brat, it’s delicious!” You nudge him. “Besides, you’re gonna need your energy, Alpha.”

With another roll of his yes, he twirls a hefty amount of cheesy noodles. Pretending like his stomach didn’t just give him away with a rumble. “Fine.”

Jeno has to tighten his throat, nearly moaning when the perfectly seasoned broth touches his tongue. Cheese melts against the roof of his mouth, even the texture of the noodles are perfect.

“Do you like it hyung??” Haechan’s thigh bounces up and down against his. The Alpha not missing the jiggle the meaty flesh his inner thigh gives. Gaze lingering on the smooth supple skin too long to even bother correcting the Omega again.

“It’s not bad.” Jeno coughs, pretending to wipe his mouth with a napkin. “Could’ve used more time.”

“You’re such a terrible liar.” You mumble, noticing his avoidant eyes trying to hard to look at anything besides Haechan.

Maybe your plan was going better than you’d thought.

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“Fuck, you’re too much Alpha.” You smirk, laying down on your bed trying to catch your breath.

“I’m too much? Who kept saying- Alpha! Harder! Give it to me harder!” Jeno cocks a brow, laying down next to you setting a trail of kisses from your shoulder to your jaw. “It would take two of me to satisfy you enough.”

“Two of you would be murder, you’d be thrown in jail.” You joke. Swiping open your phone to text Haechan goodnight.

“Would you come to see me for conjugal visits?” Jeno asks, cuddling up to your back.

“How?? Who do you think you murdered?” You say snarkily with a click of your tongue.

Jeno laughs at that, layering kisses to your forehead lazily. More tired than he’d ever admit after today's excursion.

“What do you want to eat for breakfast tomorrow?” You ask him, scrolling through your phone reading off various nearby restaurants. Jeno’s squished in behind you nuzzling the back of your neck letting out small puppy like groans. Having spent the past few hours turning you from front to back, up and down, and sideways.

He croons, rubbing your hip in a nice massage after you whined about needing to stretch for 20 minutes before his next visit.

“You choose, whatever you want works for me.”

“Ugh, I’m craving chocolate chip pancakes for some reason.” Tapping open a nearby popular bakery, you sniff the air, finding yourself daydreaming of the freshly stacked fluffy treat. Swearing you can taste the chips melting on your tongue with each bite already.

“That sounds so good.” Jeno sighs, thinking about hot cocoa for some reason. Too hazy headed with his nose buried in your scent gland to catch the distinct scent of chocolate wafting in through the cracks beneath your bedroom door. “Let’s get that. I have a sudden hankering for chocolate now too.”

“Great minds think alike.” You add, inconspicuously. Biting down on your lower lip to keep a smile in.

Jeno muffles an agreement in your hair. Breath falling into a slow pattern as he drifts to sleep. Dreaming of winning a golden ticket to some insane candy factory where he swims through an endless river of delicious creamy chocolate..

When he comes to, his first instinct is to grab you and greet you with a morning kiss. Patting around your bed only to find it empty. His brows furrow, reaching for his phone on your nightstand to see a notification that you’ve messaged him.

You: ‘I went to grab us breakfast. Didn’t want to wake you up. Looked too cute asleep with drool on your chin🥹

All the reviews said to line up an hour before the bakery opens because it’s so popular. I’ll be back soon. Sleep well Alpha😉’

Jeno lets out a bunch of yawns, rolling around on your bed dizzily. Heavily covered in a combination of your scents that still linger from the day prior. Stretching his arms out he sits up thinking how now is the perfect time to use some of your body wash. Maybe even jerk off in the shower before you get back. You always complained when he used your toiletries, secretly adoring the familiar soapy scent rubbed onto his skin.

The Alpha steps out, tugging on the drawstring of his sweats. Everything’s quiet at first, the only sound reaching his ears from the pads of his feet walking to the bathroom. He reaches for a towel from your closet pantry, slowing down as the door creaks shut.

A soft tickle of noise catches his attention. Flittering a look down the hall toward your roommates bedroom.

Haechan would be home, right? It’s still early, he must be asleep. The Alpha squints, treading lightly down the pathway, focused on a now distinct sound of heavy breathing. The nearer he approaches, it gets louder.

Jeno feels like he could pass out once the scent permeating from the room fully hits him. It’s so ripe, wafting around him like a spell to coerce him deeper with lust.

If it weren’t for Haechan’s feeble whimpers, he’d be convinced you had gone into heat. While your natural fragrance is sweet, it’s nothing like the delectable chocolate one penetrating its way out from the small space under Haechan’s bedroom door.

Against better judgment, or lack thereof. Jeno grips onto the door handle. Even that carries heat that has enveloped the four walls behind it. With a furious blink Jeno vividly recalls the way Haechan hid himself beneath a thick body encompassing hoodie last night after dinner, wrapped up in a heavy blanket despite the mid-summer weather leaving your apartment warm even with the air conditioner on.

The Omega must have been in pre-heat without informing either one of you. Jeno curses to himself, ready to race for the front door. There was no way in hell he could be around Haechan right now.

“Hyung..” any resolve the Alpha has dissipates when that angelic tattered voice reaches his ears. Calling for him. Haechan knows he’s there, he knows Jeno’s struggling just outside the door. “Please h-hyung…Jeno hyung..”

Jeno’s eyes flutter shut at the call of his name. If Haechan sounds this wrecked already, he can only imagine the image of carnal desire awaiting him. If only his hand would turn the knob, having to grab a hold onto his forearm to control the tremors rising in speed as they shoot through his body. Cursing past his gritted teeth to force himself along.

Opening the door felt like entering heaven and hell at the same time. A gust of burning hot air smacks his flesh harshly. The scent even sweeter this close, sugary enough to capture on his tongue. An irresistible taste one could gorge on for hours without realizing what they’ve done.

Haechan portrayed the image of pure wickedness trapped in the body of an ethereal angel writhing on his bed. Clothes strewn across the floor, Jeno’s hoodie that’d gone missing for weeks now snuggled beneath his figure. His lips debauched and swollen from hours of chewing on the hood's strings. Biting at the cotton fabric with every passing orgasm. Each more painful with realization that the Alphas scent was fading, consumed by his own pungent heat stricken one taking over.

“H-hyung..” Haechan extends long fingers in the Alphas direction. Grinding his beat red cock deeper into Jeno’s hoodie. The front painted with a mess of cum, sticky and disgusting clinging to his skin. “Help me, please help me.”

The mixture of Haechan’s heavy soaked chocolate scent thronged up his nostrils accompanying the Omegas sumptuous slurred speech was enough to have Jeno’s cock near ripping free from his sweats. The tip of his length pronounced as precum leaks right through his boxers. Coating the shape of the tip perfectly for Haechan’s gaze to burn into. Gasping for air at the sheer mass accentuated by throbbing beats permeating through.

“Why should I help you?” Jeno growls. Stepping close enough to grab onto the bottom of the loose shirt hanging off Haechan’s slim figure. He bunches it up roughly in a balled up fist, pulling hard just to watch the arch in the Omegas back deepen. Shoving his ass to stretch out the material where his hips round out. The backs of his thighs smooth, thick, glistening with slick that globs down out of his hole endlessly.

Haechan wiggles his hips, moaning worse than a pup experiencing their first heat. Torso moving similar to a wave in hopes of enticing the Alpha further to fuck him until he blacks out. “Please Jeno hyung, need, n-need.”

As if on cue, Haechan’s waist sinks in unimaginably lower, t-shirt fabric riding up his hips to unveil his hole. Covered in a mess of creamy slick, swollen from hours of self-abuse, opening and closing fervently physically begging to be fucked.

“What do you need..” Jeno can’t stop from licking over his lips. The Omegas ass fatter than he anticipated, hairless, groomed as if he planned for this exact moment. Gripping a handful of one cheek just to dig his fingers in. Meaty full flesh sinks under his rough touch like a worn down soft cushion, the dip in Haechan’s lower back defined as the Alpha pushes his ass open further. Hole fluttering at the breezy air conditioning blowing across his rim, cooling the slick that’s gathered.

“Tell hyung exactly what you need from him.” Jeno says in a deep rasp. Throat gone scratchy and dry just from the suffocating brain numbing scent of a vulnerable Omega in heat ready to succumb to his every command.

“Alpha! Fuck me! Fuck my little ass open.” Haechan cries out overly eager. Too heat consumed to form much of anything coherent any longer after hours that felt like weeks of edging himself restlessly.

Jeno delivers a sharp slap to the Omegas ass, hissing through his teeth at the rippling jiggle it gives. Crawling closer on his knees to knock his thighs open further, forcing a burning ache through the smallers hamstrings. Beads of sweat roll off the tip of Haechan’s nose as he struggles to maintain position on his knees. Cheek plastered to the bed making his neck bend ugly and painful, all the more arousing from the extra strain.

With two fingers Jeno collects slick that’s pooled down to the Omegas perineum. Dense and syrupy dribbling down his palm past his wrist bone. “Such a rude stupid useless Omega. Can’t even fucking ask properly.”

Jeno strokes up and down, skipping Haechan’s rim just to watch him squirm. Letting out loud high pitched whiny cries with each pass. The Alpha has to laugh, earning a flinch from the younger with a harsh slap right between his asscrack.

“Hyung! Hyung h-hyung!” Haechan brokenly whimpers. Hissing with another stinging wide palm landing on his hole. A wet slick sound booms around his bedroom with each one. “Hyung please! Please!!”

The Alpha laughs again, spreading Haechan’s ass apart for a close up view. Blown out pupils gaze hungrily, obsessively focused on slick rivering out like slow motion down to the backs of the Omegas knees. He’s drenched, forming a disgusting pool of wetness all over the bedding beneath him.

“I said,” Jeno spits on Haechan’s hole, just to watch him twitch. Flames of heat erupt up and down the Omega’s body, burning hot as what he wants, what he needs grows closer and closer. “Tell hyung exactly what you need for him. Don’t make me repeat myself again. I told you, you’ll regret it.”

Haechan whimpers, clenching his eyes shut to resist the incessant urge to grind back. Unable to stop himself from imagining the Alpha admiring his waiting hole.

“P-please…Alpha..hyung..Jeno h-hyung.” Haechan pleads through clenched trembling teeth. More tense than before, limbs corded up in suspense. Breaking down into a snot filled shouting cry. “Please!! PLEASE FUCK ME!”

“I’ll fuck you.” Jeno nods to himself, shoving three fingers into Haechan’s hole abruptly. The Omega shouts, smacking balled up fist against the bed hard enough for his knuckles to scrape and burn against the fabric. “How’s this stupid fuckhole gonna take my cock? Dumb slut can barely handle three measly fingers. Begging to get fucked when you can’t even take this.”

Jeno emphasizes his words with quick thrusts, met with little to no resistance. Slick aiding his movements, the Omegas hole sucks him inside with each draw back.

“A-alpha..take it, c-can take it!” Haechan whines, whinier than any Omega Jeno’s ever fucked in his life. The exact way he whines whenever the Alpha picks on him, but louder, pitchier, squeaking the higher his natural falsetto reaches. Vocal chords cracking between his stuttered begging, ripped up and used. Jeno intent to leave every part of him head to toe just the same.

“Such a dumb slutty hole.” Jeno grins, gnawing at his bottom lip. Reaching his digits down to the last knuckle applying pressure on Haechan’s prostate. The Omegas tongue lolls out at the action, eyes rolled back already fucked so stupid. It’s almost cute, Jeno thinks, pressing the pads of his fingers down against the squishy gland. Ass cheeks around his hand jerking the harder Haechan trembles.

“That’s it.” Jeno grunts, drawing out his fingers as he hunches forward. Tugging the Omegas rim open just to dip the tip of his tongue in for a sliver of a taste. Inhaling deeply, he savors the sweet scent of boiling hot chocolate coming out of Haechan’s tight little ass. The Alphas eyes roll back into his sockets, having to push the entirety of his tongue as far deep as his jaw will allow. The muscle cracks with a loud pop, locking in place enough for his mouth to cover the majority of Hechan’s asshole.

A painful screech breaks from Haechan’s throat. Huffing deep for breaths of air as the Alpha devours his ass. Rim stretched around his wet tongue, wiggling, dipping in and out over and over again.

Jeno’s gaze flicks up, stuck on Haechan’s puffed red lips. Mouth hung open letting out gasped pretty breaths. Guttural, coming out from deep within his chest, moreso resembling sounds of demon possession you’d hear in a horror film. Worse than an Omega in heat; a complete vulgar whore desperate for any Alpha to take care of him.

When Jeno curls his tongue inside, Haechan thinks he’s lost his mind. Collapsing down into a half split still bent at the knees, screaming from the painful stretch locking his hips in place against the bed. The Alphas tongue manages to reach deep, just barely tickling at his prostate. Lewd sounds of slurping and sucking circle around him, further pushing the Omegas mind into total blackness. Nothing but fat Alpha cock and a thick knot to fill him up on his mind.

“H-hyung!” Haechan says breathily. Panting like he’s just finished a long grueling 9 hour workout. “Hyung— Jeno hyung! Mmm f-fuck! Cumming!”

The Alpha only growls at that, driving his tongue in deeper. Sucking around Haechan’s pulsating rim, biting down on the wrinkled entrance. He laps around, spitting more to watch the Omega spasm and jerk. Cock trapped between the bed and his stomach.

“Already gonna cum? Haven’t even fucked your stupid asshole open yet.” Jeno grits, squeezing the fat of Haechan’s ass between his fingers. He bites down roughly, burying his teeth in to leave marks behind. Shaking with an unrelenting chomp until a salty taste of metallic spills onto his tongue. The Alpha spits on his hole again, teasingly swiping the drool around with two fingers. “What kind of Omega are you? Can’t even wait for your Alpha to cum first?”

Haechan can’t control himself after Jeno says that, humping against the bed like a wild animal. Long ropes of white hot cum spill out, shooting up to his chest as he lifts up to alleviate some pressure off his groin. Using his elbows to stay propped up, he glances down catching sight of his chubbed up beat red cock. The tip near purple from holding back so long, oozing out release with each tremor that passes. Jittering with waves of pleasure similar to electric shocks.

Jeno sits up on his haunches, his own dick engorged, sack full of seed needing to be emptied. “What a bad bad boy. Slutty omega asshole can’t wait to get fucked open.”

The Alpha pulls Haechan’s ass apart again, entranced by the flutter his hole gives. The pulsating loud enough to reach his ears, a heavenly scent of luscious chocolate slick fills his lungs. The Omega finally calms with a gust of breath, flattening onto his stomach. Jerking up as Jeno strikes his ass with a fierce round of slaps leaving behind traces of lines from the roughness.

“I told you that you’d regret it.” Jeno grits between grinding teeth. Skimming the pads of his fingers over red bite marks left on the rounded crevice of Haechan’s ass. It’s not as if the Alpha pictures wrecking his ass until the younger could no longer sit without hissing and squirming in discomfort. Not at all.

“Alpha..” Haechan whimpers again, a pathetic noisy little thing. A stupid helpless Omega presenting himself, pushing his ass open for more. “Jeno hyung..”

His husky pliant tone makes the Alphas eyes roll back far enough to see his skull. Growling, he grips onto Haechan’s round hips with powerful force. Flipping him over onto his back to lay on his own arousal just like a filthy whore.

If the Omegas ass is enough to have Jeno ready to start his rut, his fronts even worse.

Haechan’s chest shimmers with a disgusting mixture of fluids; sweat, drool, cum, even slick from his ass he used to stimulate his now swollen nipples. His lips glow bright red, plump and abused from biting back screams of pleasure. Hair matted to his sticky forehead, a mess of bed head surrounding him in the shape of a halo.

The Alphas eyes scan lower, languidly taking in every detail. Reaching out to touch and feel the silky hot skin that looks too good to be real.

Jeno knows his mouth will look no better when he sees the youngers cock. Biting down a stifled growl from deep in his chest as he does.

Haechan’s chubbed up dick twitches against his pelvis, too short to even reach his hip bone. His groin a nasty slop of slick and dried cum covered with fresh release.

“Wet like a girl.” Jeno says with a cocky smirk. Haechan whines, hips jerking up maddeningly, cock throbbing in response. “Hmm, you like that don’t you? Want me to fuck your hole just like a pussy huh?”

Haechan cries, a hot stream of tears flows down his round cheeks. He’s too cute like this, Jeno thinks, grinning to himself.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” He murmurs. Tweaking one of the youngers nipples until his ribs jut out with a high arch. “So submissive and slutty for me, just for Alpha.”

Haechan’s debauched pouty mouth drops open in awe, never having heard such a nice compliment from his hyung until now. He has to swallow down a dry choked breath. Ready to cum again just from the evil glint in Jeno’s focused eyes.

“Bet you’d let me do anything I want with you.” Jeno licks his top row of teeth confidently. A pompous Alpha getting high off the scent of pliant desperation growing stronger for him the longer he makes Haechan wait.

Bending at the waist, he takes a hold on the Omegas cheeks. Forcing his mouth to stay open with a stupid confused expression. Jeno picks up Haechan’s cock with his thumb and index finger. Letting out a laugh of mockery from the size difference between the two of them. Shaking it between his fingers just to make the younger cry harder. “Such a useless tiny cock baby, who can you even fuck with that thing?”

Haechan squirms, keeping his wanton watery gaze on the Alpha. Feeling his ass grow wetter and wetter with more slick pooling underneath him.

“So so so pretty, so fucking stupid and pretty.” Jeno says. Pursing his lips together, letting a string of thick spit spill down Haechan’s throat. He sits back up, slapping the Omegas cheek until he’s obliging to the silent command, the center of his neck bobbing up and down with a swallow. “Show hyung how you want it.”

Haechan shivers at that, lazily taking in the Alphas broad build before turning over. Peering over his shoulder, he bounces onto his knees, shaking his ass in full Omega presentation to be taken and fucked.

“Now you’re learning.” Jeno licks his palm lewdly, smacking right between the Omegas split open ass.

He moves fast, getting himself fully undressed before slathering himself up in the endless amounts of slick pouring from the Omegas hole.

Nothing could prepare the younger for just how thick and long the Alpha feels, sheathing through inch by inch effortlessly. Slick bubbles around his length adding to the crude display beneath him. “Such a tight fuck hole, never taken anyone as big as me have you little one.”

Haechan can’t contain his moans, nor does he want to anymore. Losing himself to the domineering large presence behind him, he pushes back, clapping against the Alphas hipbone’s.

“Fuck.” Jeno sighs, swiveling his hips to let the Omega really feel him. He pulls back, starting at a rough pace to break the younger, fuck him open on his thick cock until he can barely walk. Grunting and pounding with vigor on top of him, slick flies out around his size. Covering the Alphas stomach and thighs with sweet chocolate pleasure.

It’s too good, watching Haechan’s ass press into him with a jiggle. Too good he almost misses the familiar blaring sound of a phone ringing.

Jeno’s hips snap angrily, darting a look around until he spots where the sound of ringings coming from. Haechan’s phone sits on his pillow, a photo of your face takes over the screen with the Omegas head resting on your chest.

“Answer her.” Gripping the back of Haechan’s neck, Jeno forces him to look at the phone. “Hurry up!”

Haechan can barely remember how to even do that, swatting his phone weakly, it lands under his face. An unfortunate angle to answer a video call from. Sweat drips from the tip of his nose onto the screen. Swiping the call to see your happy face.

“Good Morning my little prince!” You greet him energetically. Gaze going wide at the red wet face that stares back at you with half-lidded eyes.

“Haechannie?” You ask concerned. “What’s wrong?? You’re scaring me, are you okay??”

“Y-yeah..” he stutters, head jerked up with a rough tug to his scalp! “Yes! Y-yes!”

“Haechan, what’s going on? Is Jeno there?”

“J-Jeno hyung…h-hyung. Yes, ugh!” Haechan’s spewing out nonsense now. Drooling onto his phone screen like an Omega in heat.

“Bab—“

Jeno reaches past the smaller with his free arm, lifting the phone to show Haechan’s red little cock slapping against his stomach due to the Alpha fucking his ass with vigor. Gasping you scramble, nearly dropping your phone.

“Oh my God baby, is it your heat?! I’ll be home soon.” You panic a bit, scurrying faster to reach the street corner. “It’ll be okay!”

Haechan’s forehead drops down on the phone screen with Jeno’s next thrust. Smashing against the device to hang up left with a screen gone black. He wails, bouncing up and down the Alphas cock at a sickening fast speed.

“What a bad boy.” Jeno sneers, plummeting inhumanly faster into the youngers ass like a maniac. “Too fucking drunk off Alphas cock to even speak correctly.”

“Yes! Hyung! H-hyung fuck me!” Haechan cries like a helpless baby, arching back deeper against Jeno’s unrelenting hips. “Hyung please! Don’t stop fucking me!”

“Not gonna stop.” The Alpha muses, tone growing deeper and raspier the more he plows into the smaller. “N-not gonna stop until you’re too incoherent to even speak.”

Haechan nods promptly, lips parted open to fill his lungs full of the Alphas aroused slick inducing scent. He’s near speechless, letting out nothing but coughs and gags between moans. Eyes glued to the back of his head, rammed with thick fat cock catching on his entrance thrust after thrust.

Jeno slams in hitting a new angle, his cock prodding right at the Omegas prostate every time he sinks in deeper and deeper. Haechan starts to whine again, even louder than before. Overwhelmed with how deep inside the Alpha can get, swears that even his stomach feels like it’s bulging out more with each thrust burying him balls deep inside of the smaller.

“Sound so fucking cute and dumb, pathetic.” Jeno bites down on Haechan’s shoulder suppressing an embarrassingly loud groan as the younger clamps around him. Trying his best to milk his Alpha to fill his slutty hole with pups.

“Alpha— hyung, cum in my ass.” Haechan babbles, breaking off into a gorgeous falsetto of loud drawn out cries.

Too lost in their own world of pleasure, the two miss the sound of the front door and steps running down through the hallway after.

“What’s going on here??” If it weren’t for the amused smile taking over your face, Jeno would be worried. Keeping his gaze on yours, he grabs onto a tuft of Haechan’s hair, meanly jerking his neck back until it cracks. Forced to turn his fucked out face to look at you. Lolled tongue bouncing against his chin with each pointed thrust like a much too happy pet.

“Tell her, hmm,” The Alpha grunts, giving the shell of Haechan’s ear a harsh bite. “Tell her how you begged for hyung to fuck this sweet fat ass.”

“Oh yeah?” Stepping further into the room with your hands on your hips, you tsk. Head shaking side to side with fake disappointment. Taking a hold of your roommate's jaw to look him in the eye. “Here I was worrying about getting you a nice warm meal, meanwhile you’re here getting better than that huh baby?”

He blinks blearily in a daze, lapping dumbly at your thumb sweeping the drool dripping from his chin. “Is Alpha fucking you how you want Haechannie?”

The Omegas head jerks up and down erratically, sucking saliva from the corners of his mouth.

Leaning in, you peck his wet mouth, kissing over his sore upper lip. Gnawed thru hard enough for skin the scrape off leaving behind painful spots of deep red. “Told you it’d work, didn’t I?”

You whisper low enough for only Haechan to hear, moving on your knees onto the bed to sit in front of him. Jeno twists the Omegas head side to side crudely, making his pretty eyes flutter open. Bloodshot red from crying, pupils dilated high off his arousal.

“Tell her how good hyungs fucking you baby. Wanna hear your pretty voice.” Jeno delivers his words with menacing thrusts. Haechan’s ass claps against him in a bruising impact. Waves of skin ripple through his bottom with each collision of their hips. Hard enough to leave behind marks, have the Omega black and blue by morning.

“H-hyung, Hyung..J-Je-Jeno hyung,” Haechan huffs, blowing breath across your face as he tries to speak properly. Brain full on mush with no other thought than to cum over and over again. “J-Jeno hyung, big….big big…”

Cupping Haechan’s cheeks you gently coo, cleaning off the dried tracks of tear staining down his ruddy cheeks. Skin hot to the touch as if he’s being incinerated from the inside. “I know baby, he’s fucking you so good. Just like you deserve.”

Haechan nods rapidly at that, lips pouting out for a kiss. Jeno pistons forward pounding the entirety of his length deep inside the Omegas ass, pressing closer to lick at the sides of your lips for entrance.

He turns Haechan’s head enough to share a kiss with both of you, puffing ragged breaths between sloppy pecks. Trying to make sure to get enough of a taste of the both of you.

Jerking Haechan’s head again, Jeno uses his chin to nod forward. “Need to thank her for getting you breakfast. How're you gonna do that Omega?”

You can’t help but coo again, the Alpha was being too mean. Not that Haechan had any complaints. Instead of making it too difficult for him, you push off your bottoms. Getting into an easier position for his mouth to reach your middle.

He knows better after months of living with you. Licking at his lips to collect a wad of saliva, he spits on your cunt. Looking up with blown out fucked up pupils. Glazed over as if he's just done some hallucinogenic drug, shimmering under the low lights hanging from the corners of his bedroom.

Slowly lowering his mouth, he engulfs as much of your pussy as his jaw will allow. Tonguing your labia folds side to side until they’re slippery with spit and slick. The whole act is indecent, humiliating and enthralling for the Omega just as he’s always dreamt of. Eagerly he licks between your cunt, stiffening his tongue to deliver pointed thrusts against your clit.

Haechan can hardly control his movements. Lapping your clit with a renewed frenzy. His tongue matches up to the rhythm and speed that Jeno fucks him at. Thirsty like a little puppy finally getting a taste of water after hours out in the sun.

“Good little Omega bitch, make her cum and I’ll give you exactly what you want.” Jeno looks crazed looming above Haechan’s bent over figure. Large hands belted around the Omega’s slim waist from behind, sinking in his fingers with intent to leave possessive marks all over the youngers body.

Haechan’s ass has never looked better than it does right now. Stretched and working back on the Alphas thick girth, glistening with ridiculous amounts of slick that only an Omega in over heightened heat could easily produce. You have to sit up to slap and grip onto his round globes. Earning a greedy suck on your clit with vibrating moans reaching the top of your spine.

“Fuck, I’m..” groaning, you push back onto your palms. Lifting your hips to fuck against the Omegas working tongue. Each lick more desperate to make you cum than the last. Small teeth teasingly bite on your clit, knowing how much you love when it hurts just a little bit. “Ugh, Haechan, baby. Yes! Like that.”

Knowing how to work you to a climax every time, Haechan dips lower. Stiffening his wet tongue inside your hole with a long slurping suck. He wiggles in, panting, hardly able to breathe with slick filling his nose and throat.

“Fuck!” You shout writhing up. Concentrating on the twitch in Jeno’s abdomen moving like crazy the closer he gets to release.

The Alphas eyes scrunch up, howling out a scream more than a moan. His hips tremble, slowing down and snaking his palms lower to cup the younger's ass tightly. He shakes, waist sucked in all the way with his eyes rolled back until nothing but white is visible.

Haechan wails on your clit, his ass stretching deliciously around the Alphas expanding knot. Plump lips suck at your clit until you slap the bed. Thrusting up and cumming, splashes of slick hit his chin, neck, chest.

The Omega lets out a relieved sigh, scrunched up face dropping to your inner thigh. Prettier than ever as he cums again. This time much less spilling from his slit than before. Drained of energy, he can’t even muster up enough to squeeze around the Alphas fat knot.

Jeno’s expression loosens, the lines on his forehead smooth out. Face highlighted by sweat dripping from his wet head of hair, burning more calories from this than any workout.

“God, fuck.” He grunts, giving the Omegas ass another squeeze before landing another mean slap. He grinds, plugging Haechan up to the brim with cum until the younger’s belly swells with it. “That’s how a good boy takes Alphas knot.”

Exhausted and boneless, you flatten onto Haechan’s bed, groaning and rolling your face to the side. Nose scrunched up as you’re met with a familiar smell and scratchy fabric. Snapping your eyes open to find a pile of your worn underwear stolen from your hamper covered in slick and cum.

“Haechan!” You sit up using more effort, still trying to recuperate after intense orgasm. “My underwear, again?!”

He giggles, shyly hiding his face in Jeno’s bicep where the Alphas positioned them more comfortably now. Loving that he’s much too close to his sweaty underarm. “I was nesting! I can’t help it, I love your scent.”

“Hmm, yeah?” Jeno yawns, flinging his free arm around the Omegas waist. “So do I.”

Sorting through your underwear, you start to wonder if you’ve all taken this ‘friends with benefits’ thing too far now. Friends with benefits didn’t scent each other, or borrow each other’s clothing to build nests during their heat. From hooking up with Haechan to Haechan hooking up with Jeno to Jeno hooking up with you.

It’s not as if you didn’t have strong feelings for the both of them. Yet no sense of jealousy or concern infiltrated your thoughts as you looked over the two drifting off to sleep.

“Guys, what are we?” You ponder out loud, deciding to nestle in behind Haechan. Resting your chin on his shoulder to catch a glimpse of his eyelashes shuttering as he blinks to look up.

“..Friends?” Haechan sounds confused, like he can’t figure out that answer either.

“Whatever it is.. I like it.” Jeno mutters, unmoving with his eyes shut. Sensing Haechan shiver against him, he sighs. “We’ll figure it out in the morning.”

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