â my girl (c.yj) âĄ
pairing: choi yeonjun x inexperienced!fem!reader
genre: friends to lovers, smut, fluff at the end
rating: nsfw, mdni
wc: 6.1k
warnings: unprotected sex, pwp (6k but most of it is smut tbh lol), softdom!yeonjun, inexperienced!reader, dry humping, oral + fingering (f receiving), squirting, petnames (baby, princess, doll, good girl, pretty girl), yeonjun refers to himself as daddy, spanking, creampie, multiple orgasms (f receiving), light choking but not (he doesnât squeeze), itâs established that jun is older than reader so OPPA IS USED AS AN HONORIFIC and idc if people hate it lol as a korean speaker iâm tired of westernizing shit
a/n - pls picture temptation era hair yeonjun đľâđŤ this is inspired by a dream i had.. i dreamt every part in his room up until the actual penetration đŽâđ¨ cockblocked by my own brain
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yeonjunâs sheets are soft as you sit observing his bedroom, taking note of all the little details that his strong personality shines through, the first time youâve seen the other side of his door â though how you even got to this point in the first place is still something youâre going over and over in your head as you wait for him to come back.
his soft smile is met with your nervous one as he enters the room with two water bottles in hand, shutting the door quietly behind him â your eyes follow his lithe fingers as he turns the lock â and you watch as he places the drinks on his nightstand before turning to you.
the air suddenly feels much warmer when he sits down on the bed beside you, so close that youâre almost touching, and that fond look on his face only serves to heighten your nerves as you remember that he knows what heâs doing, and you donât.
well⌠sort of.
everything happened only a few hours before.
your best friend kai had invited you to hang out with him and his roommates, a chaotic group of guys who youâve grown to call your friends as well; even yeonjun, who you may or may not have developed the hugest crush on ever from the minute that youâd first met him.
itâd been a few months of back-and-forth, sometimes convinced that it must be mutual and other times doubting your judgement completely â has he always been this flirty, or is it your imagination when his eyes linger just a little too long? â and it was on this fateful day at their apartment when it all fell apart.
(or should you say, all came together).
everyone knows to watch out once beomgyuâs got a couple of drinks in him, so it was only a matter of time before your unlucky day came when heâd decide that you would be his glorious first victim of the afternoon; and that was exactly where you found yourself as he took it upon himself to announce to everyone in the room that you and yeonjun needed to admit you wanna fuck each other already, or else heâd âjust have to do something about it himselfâ (whatever that meant).
to say you wanted to crawl into a ditch and die would be the biggest understatement of the century.
your wide eyes were pinned to the floor as the room erupted into multiple reactions; soobin groaning with a smack upside beomgyuâs head as he scolded the younger not to say stuff like that, taehyunâs âdamn,â as he knocked back his beer to cover a laugh, kai burying his head into his hands with a shriek â he swore he didnât mean to spill your secret to beomgyu a few weeks ago, it just slipped out â and of course, the culprit in the center laughing his ass off unphased.
the only one who had yet to say anything wasâŚ
you steeled yourself and glanced up, meeting yeonjunâs eyes that were already watching you from across the living room.
your own widened marginally.
he didnât look disgusted. he didnât look put off. in fact, he lookedâŚ..
your breath caught. there was a small upturn to his lips, a confirmation, the hint of a smile that solidified as he quirked a brow as if in question. as if he was asking you,
âwell? what should we do about it then?â
and everything changed from there.
~
it hadnât taken long for beomgyuâs quick-moving attention span to be directed elsewhere thanks to some faithful effort on hyukaâs part, the others following suit to spare you from the spotlight â and it was only about an hour later when you found yourself alone in the kitchen for a breather, the sounds of your friendâs quarreling and laughter slightly less eardrum-shattering now from where you stood leaning against the sink.
a few minutes passed before the sound of someone else slipping into the room grabbed your attention.
your peace quickly morphed into apprehension.
âhi,â yeonjun whispered, a small smile on his face that read somewhere between gentle and amused.
his hands were in his pockets as he came to lean casually against the counter opposite you, head tilted slightly to the side as his eyes trailed over your expression, and you cursed your mouth for going dry at the sight of him.
his simple black tank top and sweatpants combo had you fighting to keep your eyes on his face â his face, pretty and framed so nicely by silky black hair that was grown out quite a bit longer than usual these days, and you wanted nothing more than to run your fingers through it as your thighs rubbed together subconsciously.
ââŚhi,â you whispered back.
he breathed out a small laugh.
âi wanted to talk to you, but i didnât want the others to hear.. figured this was a good opportunity when i saw you get up.â
âr-right..â
why am i so awkward? what the fuck? oh god wait why is he coming closer-
your hands gripped the counter behind you as yeonjun stepped forward. his voice was low, quiet, meant only for you as he stood in front of you with a look on his face that had you melting in more ways than one.
âlisten... i know that weâve never talked about this thing between us. i didnât wanna scare you off by being too forward, but now that beomgyu ran his mouth about itâŚâ
with a feather-light touch, yeonjun reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.
âwell, iâm not gonna deny what he said, and iâm pretty sure that iâm right when i say.. i think you want me the same way that i want you.â
you felt heat running down your entire body like a zap of electricity.
your fried brain didnât even have the chance to fully process before you heard beomgyu shout from the living room, âhey, whatâs taking so long?!â and the scent of yeonjunâs cologne was like a drug as he leaned in and whispered in your ear,
âif you feel ready to see where this goes.. stay here with me when they go out.â
and just like that he was gone, random assortment of snacks in hand to avoid suspicion as he called back to beomgyu, âiâm coming, just couldnât decide what to eat!â
and you slumped against the counter with legs like jelly.
~
you received a chorus of groans and boos when you told the guys you were gonna go home instead of joining them elsewhere for dinner and drinks, earning brief suspicion only from taehyun as he eyed you questioningly for a moment â their focus primarily resting on yeonjunâs uncharacteristic opt-out that heâd blamed on a sudden migraine.
you felt ridiculous as you even headed down the elevator with them to the parking garage, going out of your way to be believable, sitting in your car until they left in theirs before heading back up towards the apartment.
youâdâve been lying if you said that you didnât consider leaving yourself; your jittery nerves and quick-beating heart nearly convincing you, until you remembered the look in yeonjunâs eyes and the wetness between your legs returned.
yeonjun, choi yeonjun, one of the most popular and charismatic guys that you know â wants you.
and now here you are on his bed.
when you think about it, in your eyes yeonjun is a lot of things that youâre not; the way he just naturally draws people in, the way he carries himself, always making friends so easily; the fact that heâs genuinely cool, somehow good at everything he does and always looks hot doing it; heâs older than you â not by much, but still â and the number one thing on your mind right now:
heâs experienced.
now youâre no virgin, but your measly 1 past boyfriend is nothing in comparison to the fact that yeonjunâs ability to please a woman is a very well-checked box on his long list of skills (if beomgyu is correct about anything heâs blabbed about, at least. which today so far he seems to be).
and now, as he sits here so close to you with that same look on his face as before, that gentle smile and amused little twinkle in his eyes â well, you know right then that youâre a goner.
âhi,â he whispers, just like he did in the kitchen earlier, and you whisper it back with a shy smile.
this is the first time youâve ever truly been alone with him.
he looks at you for a few moments, and you wonder if this is what amoebas feel like under a microscope until he places his hand on the bed beside you and rests his weight on it, by default leaning in even closer than before.
âi like you.â he says simply.
in panic mode, you resort to sarcasm - ây-yeah-â you clear your throat - âum, yeah, i think we established that.â
his laugh sends tingles through you as a real smile not stricken with awkwardness finally blooms on your face, the ice slowly melting for you as you start to remember that right, okay, heâs a friend and not some unreachable deity (for the most part, at least).
âi.. like you too,â you respond sheepishly, and you bite your lip at the underlying shift in his tone as he keeps his eyes locked on yours and says,
âi know.â
the mood has suddenly deepened into something else.
his hand comes up to your cheek, thumb ghosting over your bottom lip as he murmurs, âis this okay?â and you donât know when his face got so close to yours but your eyes are already threatening to flutter shut as you hum in response, lidded gaze glued to his full, pretty lips that you want so desperately all over your body.
âwords, baby.â he voice is a whisper, breath warm against your lips, his own so close now that you can almost feel them â
ây-yes.â
and just like that, choi yeonjun is kissing you.
whatever you thought a real kiss was supposed to feel like, whatever kisses you had felt with your ex â
none of it compared to this.
you feel his smile when you quietly moan, his lips even softer than you had imagined, moving against yours slowly, deliberately, expertly, the hand that had been on your cheek sliding gently to the back of your neck as he deepens the kiss.
his tongue is warm and soft as it traces along your bottom lip, and you donât care how eager you probably seem as you let it in immediately, trying not to moan again as he slips it past your lips to caress yours; you melt as he sucks lightly on your tongue before giving a teasing, gentle bite to your bottom lip as he pulls away.
you canât even imagine how dazed you must look â but his knowing smile tells you enough.
you canât explain it, but in that moment you gain a hunger-fueled confidence. you want to give yeonjun everything.
fuck, you want him bad.
youâre pulling him back to you faster than you can chicken out otherwise, and the pleased noise he makes as you connect your lips again only spurs you on further to do what youâve been so badly wanting to:
you touch him, hands sliding from his shoulders up to his soft hair, pulling at it gently as his lips travel down your jaw to suckle at the skin of your neck; you moan, freely this time, eyes sliding shut and head tilting back to give him all the access he wants as you wrap an arm around his shoulders and keep him close.
his hand slides around your waist to your lower back as he slowly guides you down to lay against his sheets, your legs instinctively widening for him as he slots his hips between them, and you groan at the bulge now resting comfortably against your clothed core.
it doesnât take long before he gently rocks his hips forwards.
you whimper, clutching to his tank top as he continues to kiss and suckle along your neck; your legs tighten around his hips and his lips tilt into a smirk against your skin as your body responds to his like itâs what it was made for, and so he does it again, this time continuing into a steady rocking pace.
the hardness of his cock drags deliciously against your center as he rolls his hips into it again and again, slow enough so that you feel everything, but firm enough that it makes your head spin and your thighs twitch with need.
âoppa,â you whisper, pleadingly, and you donât even know what youâre asking for but you know that you just need more.
âhm?â he hums back, lips still sucking pretty bruises into your neck,
and itâs like he can read your mind as he asks with another smirk against your skin - âwant more, baby?â
you nod quickly with a weak, âmhm,â and your heart jumps as his lips move up to your ear.
âtell oppa what you want.â
the husk of his voice sends shivers straight downwards.
he pulls away just enough for you to meet his eyes and you feel like a rabbit hunted down by a fox, but in your case, you never want to escape from his grasp.
âi.. i-i wantâŚâ
you can feel the heat blooming in your cheeks, remembering once again how much you havenât experienced, and you want to tell him exactly where you want him to put his mouth â but instead your eyes avert from his as you mumble in admission,
âi-iâve never been⌠well iâve never been eaten out before. s-so.. um..â
in your peripheral you can see yeonjunâs brows lift to his hairline in disbelief. âwhat?â
a finger beneath your chin gently draws your gaze back to his and the genuine bewilderment in his eyes is enough to deepen your blush as he asks, âhow could that bastard have possibly survived never tasting you?â
your body buzzes with electricity as your eyes widen; thereâs a hunger and determination dancing in yeonjunâs stare that youâve never been looked at with before.
his intensity makes you shiver in anticipation and itâs like you can taste the honey dripping from his words when he says,
âlet me make you feel good, baby. let me give you everything that he shouldâve.â
your head spins.
youâve never felt so desired.
the second that you say okay, yeonjun places one last dizzying kiss to your lips before heâs moving down your body, guiding you out of your shirt as he slowly maps out your skin with his lips â you breathe out a sigh at the way his large hands caress you, intentionality in every touch.
eventually he sits up on his knees, pulling back from a kiss to your navel to reach for the hem of your panties. you shiver when his fingers ghost over your hips.
âlift for me,â he instructs softly, and you do, biting your lip as he begins to slowly pull them down, eyes glued to your cunt, and you watch the way his breath hitches in his throat at the strings of wetness that cling to the fabric.
âfuck,â he whispers, practically groans,
âcanât believe no oneâs ever tasted such a pretty pussy before⌠gonna eat you so good, baby..â
youâre going out of your mind with need, his words alone sending another gush of arousal to your heat, your hungry eyes traveling down to trace the imprint of his rock-hard cock in his sweatpants.
teasingly you ghost your foot over it as he slides your panties from your ankles, and his eyes flicker up to yours as you stare back innocently; his gaze narrows and lips quirk up into a lopsided smirk as his warm hands slide up your legs.
âgetting brave, now, are we?â he taunts, stopping at your thighs as he wraps his hands around them and spreads your legs open.
slowly he lowers himself between them, all the while keeping his eyes on yours, and your hips jump at the whisper of his breath against your aching cunt when he says,
âbetter be careful, doll⌠any game you try to play, i can play it better.â
and when his fingers spread you open and his lips kiss your clit, you already know that heâs ruined you for any other man.
how could you even dream of anyone else when the tip of yeonjunâs velvety tongue slips out to trace teasingly up and down your slit, or when the pad of his finger circles so lightly around your leaking hole that you might even be imagining it?
no, thereâs no way you could be imagining this, not as the warmth of his mouth caresses you as he closes his lips around your clit and gently begins to suck, your head tipping back with a shudder as you whine at the feeling.
âeyes on me, princess,â he murmurs against your cunt, and when you manage to bring your gaze back to his, the sight before you is sinful.
his foxlike eyes dark and dangerous and twinkling as he watches you through his lashes, pretty lips forming a smirk that you can only feel and not see as he whispers âgood girl,â - before the next thing you know, his tongue is flattening against you as he licks a firm stripe up your pussy, big hands keeping your jerking hips in place as he begins to ravish you, sucking, licking, kissing, groaning shamelessly at the taste of you and sending vibrations straight through your quivering core as you unravel beneath his touch.
âso fucking good,â he moans, sliding a finger inside of you with ease as he begins to pump it steadily in and out, practically making out with your pussy as you whimper, hands instinctively flying to his hair â you almost pull them away when suddenly he adds another digit, the stretch causing your fingers to tighten in his dark strands as your hips instinctively grind forwards against his mouth.
youâre about to apologize when yeonjun moans even deeper than before.
âthatâs it, baby,â he grunts, âuse my face. want it so bad, donât you? go ahead and chase it, cum all over daddyâs tongue.â
something unholy snaps inside of you at that.
âf-fuck-â you cry, doing exactly as he said; you canât help it as you grind your clit down on his warm tongue over and over and over, hands tightening in his hair as his fingers work impossibly faster, and a new sensation takes over you as the dam breaks and you reach your peak;
you donât realize whatâs happening at first as youâre carried through the most mind-blowing orgasm, until you feel the unusual amount of wetness soaking his sheets and hear yeonjun groaning âfuck, fuck, thatâs it, baby, thatâs it -â and heâs three fingers deep as you realize youâre squirting.
itâs as though he can read your body like a book the way he can tell when itâs suddenly too much, his pace slowing gradually until he gently slides his fingers from your sopping hole, placing a final feather-light kiss to your clit before his lips and hands move to soothe your quivering thighs.
âyou did so good, baby, holy shit..â the bottom half of his face is soaked in your juices as he mouths along your skin, hands massaging and caressing whatever his lips arenât kissing;
youâre still bewildered, and can feel the raging blush on your cheeks as youâre quick to blurt in embarrassment, âi-iâm so sorry, i didnât mean to-â
ây/n.â yeonjun looks up. âseriously, that was so fucking hot, you have no idea.â
you can see in his eyes that heâs telling the truth.
âr-really?â
he laughs, finally sitting up; âbaby, i- fuck, like, you actually have no fucking idea how sexy you are.â he pushes his hair out of his face and itâs only then that you realize how heavy heâs breathing, the bulge straining against his pants somehow a million times more prominent than it was earlier.
ây/n, iâm so turned on right now that i can hardly think straight. please-â
you meet his eyes again quickly,
âplease, i need to be inside you.â
apparently today is the day that you learn just how crazy choi yeonjun makes you, because despite your still-twitching thighs and your pussy so sensitive that youâre sure a slight breeze would send it into overdrive, your body is quick to betray you at his toe-curling words when your walls clench from the emptiness and a fresh wave of arousal gushes from your soaked heat.
âif you donât fuck me right now iâm gonna go clinically insane.â
his brows lift only for a moment before heâs laughing, swooping down to catch your lips in a kiss. âwell we canât have that, now, can we?â
he gets off the bed, your eyes hungrily tracking his every move as he peels the tank top from his torso and casts it to the ground; âfuck,â you whisper as your gaze trails down the defined ridges of his abs; âfuck,â you groan when he hooks his thumbs around the waistband of his sweatpants and pulls them down with his boxers in one go.
his cock is long and slender and flushed pink, the prettiest thing youâve ever seen as you imagine the weight of it in your mouth.
if it were anyone else, youâd wanna slap the shit-eating grin right off of his face, but this is yeonjun, and the fact that he knows heâs all that only makes him 10x hotter.
you canât tear your eyes away from his length as you sit up on your elbows to watch, and he enjoys it, pumping himself in his hand and smearing the pre-cum around his tip with a satisfied hum.
but as he reaches for the condoms in his desk drawer, you surprise both him and yourself when you stop him.
âno.â
he pauses, looking over his shoulder at you with quirked brows â
âwant you to fuck me raw.â
his mouth goes dry. you can see the fire dancing in his eyes as he slowly straightens, keeping himself under control as he asks carefully,
âare you sure?â
you bite your lip and quickly nod. âwanna feel you,â you breathe, and that does it for yeonjun as heâs back on top of you in an instant, his lips pressing to yours in a searing kiss as you moan around his swirling tongue.
his hand is on your throat, not squeezing, just resting there as if to say youâre mine, and you whine deep in your chest when you feel the tip of his cock sliding through your slippery folds.
âgonna fuck this pretty pussy so full of my cum that itâll be dripping out of it for days,â he rasps as he taps the head of his cock repeatedly over your clit, the lewd noise met with your whimpers as you grasp at his bicep.
âplease,â you whine, âwant it, please-!â
his hand slides from your neck down to squeeze your tit as he sits up and hooks one of your legs over his shoulder with his free hand.
âso good for me,â he murmurs, eyes half-lidded and lusting as he looks down at you, dragging his shaft back and forth along your slick pussy; âsuch a good girl, begging for daddy.â
and when he finally pushes the head of his cock past your entrance, stretching you open as he sinks inside, stars explode behind your eyes and you nearly cum again right there on the spot.
âfuuck..â he groans in a drawn-out moan, eyes sliding shut and head tipping back as your walls suck him in, mouth falling open before he catches his plush bottom lip between his teeth and looks back down at you through hazy eyes, giving another rough squeeze to your tit in his grasp.
he slides his hand down to press against your lower belly as he bottoms out, your hips twitching as you gasp, and with his other hand he grips your leg thatâs slung over his shoulder as he begins to grind his hips against yours.
you canât breathe, canât speak, overwhelmed by how fucking good it all feels, the head of his cock massaging places inside of you that you didnât even know existed as he rolls his hips over and over, whispering fucked-out nothings;
how tight you are, how good you feel, how heâs gonna make you forget your own name by tomorrow.
and when he starts really moving, hips separating from yours only to connect again with a lewd slap of skin on skin each time he delivers a slow, firm thrust to your cunt, holding you in place so you donât jolt up the bed â well, you never knew that something so delicious existed, and now that youâve had a taste, youâre already rendered insatiable.
you paw at any part of him that you can reach, hands finding purchase on his thighs as his pace picks up into a steady rhythm, your lips moaning and pleading and begging around words that you can hardly get out of your mouth.
âlook at you,â yeonjun coos breathlessly, âso drunk on my cock already.. perfect pussy made just for me, hm? taking daddy so well? good baby.â
he looks as blissed out as you feel, face wracked in pleasure as he picks up the pace, his hand so large where it still presses over your lower belly that his thumb is able to reach your clit, and the added stimulation along with the pressure of his palm sends your head lolling as you twitch and tremble underneath him.
âj-jjunie..!â you whimper, and you canât help the nickname from slipping between your lips; youâve never called him so intimately before, never said his name so freely, but your accidental drop of honorifics seems to stir something inside of him as he groans and fucks you harder;
âsay that again,â he grunts as you gasp out from the sudden increase in pace.
âjjunie,â you keen immediately, gripping the sheets, gripping his arms, gripping anything as a muttered curse leaves his lips and his thumb circles faster around your aching clit.
âlove it when you say my name, fuck,â he groans, hips slamming into yours and jolting you like a ragdoll as you cry out for him, the knot in your stomach tightening so fast that you swear itâs about to snap, and when he leans forward with your leg still gripped over his shoulder and his cock pounding into you at a far deeper angle than before, fireworks fill your vision as you cum around him harder than youâve ever came in your life.
âyes, yes, yes, fuck, thatâs it, cream on my cock, baby, fuck youâre so- s-so tight, fuck- just like that, let go for me, baby, good girl-â
yeonjunâs voice sounds far away as you spasm around him, his thrusts growing sloppier as your cunt clenches him so tight that it nearly forces him out; he lowers your leg back down to the bed and slows down a little to let you catch your breath but he doesnât stop, and your watery whimpers are like music to his ears as you clutch onto him desperately.
ât-too much, too much-!â you hiccup, tears spilling from your eyes at all the overwhelming sensations, but you donât actually want him to stop and he knows it too â he coos at you, hand sliding up to rest on your throat again as he leans down and licks a stripe up your neck to your ear.
âyou can give me one more, baby, canât you?â
a shiver rolls down your spine at the devilish smile in his voice, sweet like honey as he catches your earlobe between his teeth.
âone more so daddy can stuff you nice and full.â
your pussy clenches. âw-want your cum,â you whimper dumbly in response, too fucked out to think of anything else, and yeonjun smiles as he leans back and runs his hands down your body until they reach your hips and squeeze.
âi know,â his thrusts are still steady as he watches you with twinkling eyes; âand iâm gonna give it to you.â
your eyes widen in protest as he suddenly slides out of you without a warning, but the words die in your throat and are replaced with a squeak of surprise when he flips you over onto your stomach instead.
âass up for me, pretty girl.â
you obey immediately with what strength you have left in your shaky limbs, a quiet whine escaping your throat over not being able to see or touch him anymore.
his little laugh from behind you indicates that he caught it.
âdonât worry, baby,â he soothes as his hands massage over your ass, âwe have all the time in the world.â
your heart doesnât even have time to skip a beat at the promise of his words when suddenly his tongue is on your pussy, your knees nearly buckling at the heat of his mouth as he licks from your clit up to your fluttering hole, and you gasp as he spits on it before his cock enters you fully in one single thrust.
you cry out, knees buckling for real this time as he holds you up, sheets crumpled in your fists as his hips immediately pick up into a quick, dizzying pace.
âlove the way you fall apart around me,â he murmurs from behind you, squeezing your ass, âlove how you take me so wellâŚâ
you want to touch him so badly, want to see the pleasure pooling in his eyes; you donât have time to respond before he lands a smack on your ass, your surprised squeak spurring him on as he does it again, drilling into your cute little hole like it was made just for him as he breathes out a moan.
from this angle he can see the way your pussy swallows him so hungrily, and his grip on your hips tightens as he drags you back and forth on his cock.
âlove.. l-love your.. love this so much⌠w-wanna be yoursâŚâ
he almost misses your dazed mumbling over the loud sound of his hips slapping lewdly against your ass, but he makes out what you said, heart swelling in his chest and cock simultaneously twitching inside of you as he leans forward, his palm sliding up along your spine to brush the hair from your fucked-out face as he pushes your body down against the sheets, chest pressed to your back now and breath caressing your ear as he continues rocking his hips even deeper.
âyouâre mine, baby, youâre mine..â he whispers between kisses along your jaw, a reassurance, your soft whimper of a response causing him to bite back a smile as he continues,
âiâve wanted you for so long.. canât believe i finally get to have you.â his hand slips beneath you to toy with your throbbing clit, and your ass grinds back against him as a result as you moan wantonly into his sheets.
âiâve been yours since the.. fuck.. since the second i s-saw you..fuck, p-please donât stop..!â
your hips are moving with his now as he works your clit faster, mustering your strength and pushing your weight back as you desperately try to fuck yourself on his cock, on his fingers, chasing the rising wave in your belly thatâs threatening to break as he meets your quickening movements with his own.
âtouch yourself for me, baby,â he murmurs in your ear before removing his hand and propping himself up on his forearms, allowing for a more concentrated angle as he ruts into you, your choked moan muffled by the sheets as you immediately slide one hand down to rub rapidly at your clit, your other one weakly moving to tangle your fingers with his the best that you can;
âgonna cum, gonna cum,â you whimper, drool pooling at your lips, the scent of yeonjunâs cologne and the weight of his body on yours like pure intoxication as he fucks you harder, breaths heavy and staggering in your ear as he grunts,
âcum for me, baby, need to feel it, cum all over my fucking cock-â
and when your third orgasm washes over you, youâre too weak to do anything but let it, body going limp as it wracks over you in pure bliss, the warm feeling of your clenching walls finally sending yeonjun over the edge this time as he shoots his cum into you with a loud and drawn-out moan, voice breaking as he spews filthy words and incoherent curses; he presses his hips impossibly deep against yours before stuttering into sloppy thrusts to fuck himself through the rest of his orgasm as your fluttering pussy milks his cock of every last drop.
the room grows silent save for your heavy breaths, both of your chests heaving as his forehead slumps down to rest against your back; you didnât realize how tightly you were holding onto his hand until you carefully untangle your fingers from his.
he hisses from the sensitivity as he slides his twitching length out of you.
you look at yeonjun as he rolls off of your back and flops exhaustedly onto his side next to you, and when he meets your eyes, thereâs only a passing moment of silence before you both giggle.
his smile is fond and blooming with affection as he rubs a hand up and down your back, moving to smoothe the hair from your face and gently brushing his knuckles across your cheek before resting his hand on top of yours.
âhi,â he whispers.
you giggle again.
âhi,â you whisper back.
âso.. would this be a good time to ask you to be my girlfriend?â
your heart skips a beat and you bite back a smile. âi was worried youâd just want to stick to the sex..â you admit.
yeonjun shakes his head, lips forming into an endearing pout as he laces his fingers with yours.
ânah, youâre stuck with me now, princess,â he grins. âi meant what i said⌠iâve been wanting you for so long.â
an indescribable feeling flutters in your chest as you giddily turn your head to bury your face in the sheets, yeonjun laughing as he shuffles closer, rolling you over onto your back despite your giggle-ridden, poorly-executed attempts to fight him off.
you grin up at him and he grins down at you, hovering over you now with a hand on your cheek as his endeared eyes trail over each of your features as if to memorize them.
âmy girl,â he whispers, tucking your hair behind your ear.
you tilt your head up to meet his lips when he leans in and kisses you softly, your hands playing with the long hair at the nape of his neck.
âi meant what i said too,â you murmur against him.
âmine since the second you saw me, huh?â yeonjunâs cocky grin is light and teasing as you scrunch your nose at him, flicking his forehead and sending him into another pout.
âyeah, yeah. whatever, pretty boy.â
instead of responding he buries his face in your neck in a flurry of kisses as you squeal in surprise, laughing as you wiggle around underneath him;âstop, that tickles!â
âgotta make up for all the lost time when i didnât make a move,â he reasons as his kisses move to your cheeks, your nose, your lips â youâve never seen this side of yeonjun before, so soft and gentle and sweet; the fact that it seems reserved only for you sends butterflies fluttering through your tummy.
you spend your evening like that, wrapped in each otherâs arms as you talk about your relationship, talk about the feelings that led you here, talk about this and that and everything in-between;
âdoes this count as our first date?â you ask quizzically. he wrinkles his nose.
âno way, iâm gonna do the most romantic shit ever for that.â
you snort. âisnât that what this is?â
but you donât have the chance to tease him any further when the beeping sound of his apartment passcode being entered causes you both to freeze.
you were so caught up that neither of you considered the time; nor the fact that yeonjun does indeed have 4 other roommates who would in fact be coming home at some point or another.
that some point apparently being now as the rowdy chatter of your friends erupts into the foyer until you suddenly hear soobinâs tipsy mumble. âwhat the⌠what are y/nâs shoes doing here?â
you and yeonjun turn to look at each other as your friendsâ voices fall silent.
the seconds pass and you almost wonder if youâre in the clearâŚ
but of course, no peace lasts forever with beomgyu in the house.
âOH MY GOD,â he screams.
âTHEY FUCKED!â
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What about Andy Barber/Steve Rogers? đ
Holy fuck, I feel like there's something deeply emotional to be said about this pairing in particular with both men knowing all too well how far they will push themselves--to the agonizing breaking point--for those that they love. Both Andy and Steve are protectors down to the bone. They will go down to the most ugly fight. Their last breath. When it all goes to hell, and it has, they know they will do anything for their families. It doesn't scare them. They are dead set on keeping who they love close, no matter the consequences.
At least, I see it that way because this immediately struck me as Andy Barber paired with Civil War Steve Rogers, specifically--the most protective we see Steve.
But...
The "đ" you used, to me, implies we're here for the tears [lustful] and not tears [emotional], so I won't tear my own heart out right now thinking about all the trauma these two have gritted their teeth and beared, I guess, lmao.
So, đ, indeed:
Andy and Steve are both determined. Domineering. Controlled. Andy more so than Steve in this situation, I think, but just a little bit more. Andy feels even more closed off to me than Steve--Steve is reaching out for his best friend and holding onto him as tight as the tensed muscles in his body will let him. Andy is holding himself together as his world is destroyed around him, and he's trying to figure out if he's destroying himself for the right reasons or not, even if he isn't going to show that to anyone. I can see them both grinding their teeth. I can see them both needing to blow off some steam.
Which brings us to a very interesting, intense sexual dynamic...
I keep considering them, and I keep coming up empty. Let me explain. Can I see them grinding against each other, one in the other's lap? Nah. Who would be willing to get in the other's lap? Who's on top? What about side by side, lying down, someone's leg thrown over the other's hip? Mmm... that's also not quite right to me. How about one blowing the other? I can picture both of them on their knees, but it doesn't feel true to these characters for one to get on their knees and control the entire encounter that way, reducing the other to mush by their mouth. Nor does it feel like one would sit back and direct the other with the other going easily along with it. Hmm. Maybe anal, then? But also no. I don't get the distinct impression that Andy would want it in him, but also not this version of Steve with Andy. However--
More narrowing down has me stumbling into other thoughts, like, what about just making out?
That I can see.
But, in just one particular way, I see it clearly.
I can really see them at first almost casually leaning in, slow and heady, almost a challenge, almost too much eye contact as if they're each daring the other to stop and break the sizzling electricity that's settling thickly in the air between their mouths and pulling them in.
Gravitational.
Neither of them pull back.
So, then, they're kissing. Kissing impactfully. Hard. It takes a minute to adjust because they both have the inclination to tilt their head in the same direction, which makes for an awkward angle, their noses pressed together harshly, lips not quite slotting together like they should but, fuck, that damn underlying crackle of heat is irresistible. Neither of them are willing to back out. One of them adjusts, or they both adjust slightly, just enough, and suddenly--
Oh.
Their lips do slot together.
It's a collision that's harsh and heated and fighting with Andy's teeth dragging over Steve's plush lower lip and Steve's hand on Andy's jaw, scratching through his beard, pulling him barely closer. Steve sighs, and Andy does, too. Their tongues meet, and the resulting lewd sound sends a matching tremble through their bodies. They aren't pressed together, there's room between their bodies; their thighs are parallel, and their torsos are twisted so they can face each other. It doesn't matter, though. They're unmoving. Stubborn yet relenting.
Steve's hand starts on Andy's jaw, and Andy's starts by carding through the short golden hair at the nape of Steve's neck, but in parallel, their hands come down. Fingertips feather light. They keep kissing, kissing, and kissing as their hands slip down until they're grabbing each other. Kissing--groaning softly into each other's mouth--and holding on, hands fisted in the fabric of their opposing shirts.
By now, still making out uncompromisingly, their lips are swollen, buzzing, wet, and they can't hide how their breaths have started to grow heavier, labored, coming out of their respective broad chests with rasping humidity. Hot. Wet. Their mouths stay pressed together, too close, breathing each other in, kissing deeply, fiercely, until the last possible moment, almost choking on the lack of oxygen. Then, they come apart.
They're coming apart.
Neither of them are willing to admit it but this is so fucking good. As they pant, catching their breath, their eyes open, then flutter shut again, in sync, caught up in the rush of crashing heat. Neither Andy nor Steve is willing to admit to the other how hard he is, how close he is to losing it in his jeans, untouched, just from the filthy hot press of their lips together. Andy's beard burning sweetly against Steve's face; Steve's plush lips nearly too plump and soft to handle. The sounds they make together are pornographic even as restrained as they are, bitten back and muffled. The only pieces of evidence they have for the intensity are how hard they're breathing, breaking apart to gasp and heave, and how they're gripping each other's clothes. Other than that, it doesn't seem like this is all that. But it is.
They're back at it.
Kissing.
Kissing.
Groaning and biting and licking and not playing fair as the start to fray apart, yet still stubborn and unwilling to admit it. They'd rather suffer through the rough friction of their pants--restrictive, heavy jeans for Steve and fitted, tight slacks for Andy--against their erections, hips instinctually jerking forward while they leak and drip, than do anything about it that might stop the devastating way they're making out. Andy's knuckles are white as he clutches onto Steve's t-shirt, and Steve's putting tears in Andy's button-up, but they don't talk about it. They're too busy gasping for air, groaning, and kissing. Lost in it. Kissing. Kissing.kissing.kissingkissingkissing.
They're gonna stay here, just like this, wrapped up in each other despite looking almost like they're fighting, barely touching, until somebody breaks, and neither of them are prone to splintering under pressure, so...
It's gonna keep dragging out longer and longer, hot and thick like fiery honey dripping off a spoon.
How's it gonna end? How is it supposed to end? Are they just going to do this for the rest of time?
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hey i love ur fics!!!! this is kind of like the lumberjack!logan with married reader where logan is at dinner with them and logan canât stop looking at reader đŤŁ
A/N: lumberjack!logan x married!reader, cheating, fingering, unprotected sex
first part
lumberjack!logan is at your husbandâs bar so often that he and your spouse become close friends, it scares you and logan reassures you thereâs no reason for you to worry, heâs going to play it cool
âitâll be alright, baby,â heâs kissing you behind the bar while youâre closing up and your husbandâs down in the cellar taking inventory, âweâll be real carefulâ and you can only moan in response as you give into him
loganâs confidence has you lower your guard and you continue to play your part as the dutiful wife when you need to and sneak off with your lumberjack to do unspeakable things under the guise of visiting friends
âbaby, i canât ever get enough of you,â logan groans as heâs got you whimpering underneath him, his large hands pinning your legs to your chest while he fucks you hard, âstay here, please, stay with meâ
you want nothing more than to do just that, leave your husband to be with logan, but youâre not sure how to initiate the conversation, youâre not sure your husband will take it kindly that you want to leave him
your husband invites logan to dinner and you feel like your heart might fall out of your ass from how nervous you are, you know logan wonât quit his little games even for one night, but you smile and nod
loganâs stare is searing during dinner, youâre dressed so modestly, but it doesnât stop him from picturing the way you look naked, breathless when youâre underneath him, the sounds you make just for him
and then he fake laughs with your husband, only following bits of the conversation during dinner, too caught up in wanting to eat you out instead because he can smell how aroused you are for him right now
when your husband kisses you, when he touches your thigh, logan wants to sock him in the mouth for touching his woman, but he restrains himself and you swear you can feel the heat of his jealousy
as youâre cleaning up, your husband excuses himself and loganâs quick to come up behind you and spin you around, kissing you desperately while you whine against his lips, wanting him so badly âletâs leaveâ
âno, logan,â you sigh as heâs peppering your neck with kisses, his hands roam your backside, gripping tightly onto your ass so he can lift you up and sit you on the counter, âwe canât, not here,â you gasp softly
but he doesnât listen and he lifts your skirt up so he can bury his face between your thighs, your hands grab onto fistfuls of his hair as heâs fingering you deeply and you cum hard, whimpering his name
logan gets off on the idea of fucking you in your husbandâs home, pumping you full over the dinner table where he eats, but he knows he canât, not now, but definitely later that night at his own place
your husband returns and youâre cutting up a pie while logan is in his seat, wiping his lips subtly with his thumb as youâre jabbering nervously about your familyâs cherry pie recipe even though he didnât ask
âyou gotta try it, logan, wifeâs got the best pie in the county,â your husband says as he kisses your warm cheek and you smile appreciatively as he pours the coffee for you while you sit a slice in front of logan
your eyes meet as logan dips the same fingers that were just inside you into the filling and he sucks them clean, âthatâs some good pie,â he says with a sly wink at you and you feel like you might faint
Loganâs a menace around married womenđŽâđ¨đ
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Innocence
Remus Lupin x f!reader
warnings: smut, oral (female receiving), oral (male receiving), fingering, slight hand job, virgin reader, purity ring đŽâđ¨, making out, underage smoking, mention of underage drinking, slight innocence/ corruption kink, lmk if i missed any!
summary: remus learns the ring you wear everyday is called a purity ring, and he develops a strange obsession with it⌠and wanting to take it off youâŚ
word count: 4.6k
a/n: guys.. dw thereâs gonna b a part two but like omgggggg this made me feel so many things iâm in love with this. lmk what you think :) also iâm not religious so if any of this is not accurate iâm sorry lol itâs for the plot
part two is posted!!! here
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Ever since he knew you, Remus noticed that one thing you always wore. It was plain, a simple gold band on your left ring finger, the marriage finger. Typically, such nonsense wouldnât cross his mind twice, but you wore that ring damn ring every day. Since the first time he ever saw you, that ring was on your finger. He never saw you without it. So, his curiosity got the better of him.
Why would such a simple ring be so important that you never took it off? It couldnât have been because you were married. No. You wore it even at the young age of eleven. Could it have been a family heirloom? That idea was plausible, however to him, it didnât feel like the correct answer. And Remus Lupin always needed the correct answer.
So, he eventually decided to ask you.
During dinner one night, when you just so happened to be sitting next to him, his eyes caught sight of the ring and he eyed it suspiciously. You noticed this.
âSomething wrong Rem?â You asked.
He looked up from the ring on your delicate finger to meet your confused eyes. âWhy do you always wear that specific ring? And always on that finger? Is it special?â
âOh.â You laughed for a few seconds. âYeah, itâs stupid really, an old muggle tradition.â You composed yourself and looked up at him, a slight red tint to your cheeks. âItâs called a purity ring. Basically, I wear it as a reminder that I pledged to wait till marriage.â
Remus was confused, and he hated being confused. âWhy would anyone wait till marriage?â
You shrugged. âMuggle religion is quite weird. They value keeping teenagers pure until theyâre married. I think itâs stupid, but I still wear it.â
âSo, youâve done it but continue wearing it as a... symbol?â He questioned.
âOh no, I havenât done it. I might find it stupid, but I still plan to keep my promise. Itâs sort of a nice accomplishment donât you think? Iâve gone through two years of everyone shagging around me and I havenât given in,â you answered.
He stared at you for a few seconds. You were still a virgin, and that ring was the reason. He thought for a moment. How could you be a virgin? He swore he had seen you go off with a bloke from Ravenclaw a few months ago during a party. But then as his eyes trailed over your small figure, he realized the idea wasnât completely impossible. Heâd never seen you with hickeys, heâd never seen you dress improperly, and he surely had never seen you enter the common room after a long night with someone. For some reason, it made a strange feeling bloom deep inside him.
âSurely youâve at least done other stuff, right?â
You simply shook your head and took a bite from your sandwich. âFurthest Iâve ever gone is having some Ravenclaws tongue down my throat.â
Ah, so he was right about that.
âBesides, I donât really even know much about any of that stuff. I mean I know biology, but thatâs about it. And of course, what Marls and Mary tell me from their extravagant experiences,â you added after swallowing.
So that meant...
âYou havenât done anything?â He was surprised, it was clear in his tone.
âNo need to sound so flabbergasted. Besides, why do you even care about what Iâve done? I always thought you were the modest type too,â you replied with an eye roll.
Remus looked away from you, and the urge to smirk took him over. He thought back to those countless nights over the summer breaks heâd spent with muggle girls. The feelings, the sounds, the tastes, all experiences heâd never forget. But by no means was Remus Lupin a player, oh no. He was nothing like his mate. However, he also wasnât a saint like everyone painted him out to be.
âI may be modest but that doesnât mean Iâm a virgin,â he said after a moment, his eyes finally turned back to you. He liked the way you looked at him. âThat went away a few summers ago.â
You smiled, though something about it was off, almost as if it were forced. âWell, cheers to that.â
âCheers.â He nodded in agreement.
You turned back to the group conversation before he could say anything else.
~~~
Remus had thought after finding out what the ring's importance was, he would let it go and move on. Unfortunately, he had thought wrong. Ever since that conversation with you, he couldnât get any of it off his mind. When heâd see you, heâd always look at your left hand, almost making sure that ring was still there. It always was. And for some reason it made him feel almost relieved. He needed more answers.
Thankfully, another opportunity came not too long after the first.
The two of you had been paired together in potions. Typically, he would be a bit upset with the fact given you were never the best in the subject. But for the first time, he was pleased with the pairing.
He watched as you cut up some of the ingredients, that stupid ring shining from the lights. Questions filled his head. Where had you gotten it? When did you get it? Who gave it to you? Did your parents know what it meant? What were you supposed to do with it when the time finally came? He needed to get the answers.
âSo, when did you get it?â He casually asked his eyes on the cauldron.
âGet what?â
âThe ring.â
You chuckled. âYouâre still on about that? I suppose you arenât too accustomed to muggle things. I got it right before I came here actually. My parents wanted to give me a reminder about life at home, and they wanted to make sure I knew where my âloyaltiesâ lay. Though, I was only a little girl. Did they expect anything to happen at that young?â
Three questions were answered. Good.
Remus dropped his chopped ingredients into the cauldron. âDoes that mean you give it back to them when you finally do it?â
âOh no. I give it to my husband of course,â you replied. âDo these look alright?â
He finally turned his head in your direction and looked over your cutting board then he met your eyes. âPerfect. You can put them in.â
âYou donât know how good that makes me feel to hear. Master of potions Remus Lupin says Iâm perfect, I could faint,â you said as you scrapped your work into the cauldron, a hint of laughter in your voice.
He rolled his eyes. âI said your cutting was perfect, but if it makes you feel good, I suppose you are too.â
You looked up at him with a glint in your eyes that made an odd feeling form in his chest. You looked so damn innocent. How had he not noticed it before? You had always been one of the shyer members of Gryffindor, but he always brushed it off as nothing important. He never wouldâve guessed just how innocent you were.
âHow sweet of you.â You giggled.
â âCourse, anytime love.â
He noticed the shift in your body at his words. How odd. You looked away from him for a few seconds, that familiar rose tint returning to your cheeks. Did you always do that? Did such simple words always make you blush and turn away? Or was it just him? He watched you bite down on your lip and fiddle with your ring.
You were teasing him.
It was then he decided he was going to get that ring from you.
And you were going to love it.
~~~
Getting you to that point was going to take some time, Remus knew that. But it didnât stop him. He started simply. When the two of you were hanging out in the group, he made sure to at least say a few words to you alone. When eating meals, he made sure to get a spot next to you. Most importantly though, he started making sure to leave subtle hints. Lingering eye contact, small touches that werenât necessary, comments that made your face turn red. He could tell all of it made you flustered, and he loved it.
During all of it, his obsession with your innocence only grew. He wanted to take it away. He wanted to taint you, to make you not so pure anymore. He didnât understand the feeling, he never cared much for such stereotypical nonsense. But each time you looked at him with those curious, innocent eyes, it only made his patience strained.
The first breakthrough came during one of Sirius and Jamesâs parties. The common room blared with music, and people laughed and danced. You were among them. Remus leaned against the wall next to the staircase to the boy's dorm, a cigarette between his lips as he watched you dance with Mary and Lily. Your smile was bright, your body moved to the rhythm almost perfectly. You wore a pretty little dress. But he couldnât focus on any of that because that damn ring caught his attention.
It had become quite a distraction. He found himself staring at it far more than normal. During class and dinner, it consumed most of his thoughts. He needed to get it off your finger before it caused his grades to slip.
From across the room, your eyes suddenly found his. You gave him a questioning look; he only smirked back and released a cloud of smoke into the air. He watched you say something to the girls before you began to walk in his direction. Perfect.
âWhy do you always stand on the sidelines?â You asked once you were close enough. âAnd if youâre going to stare at me all night you might as well just dance with me.â
He chuckled and took another drag from the cigarette. âIâm not the biggest fan of these parties and I definitely donât dance.â He offered you the cigarette, and you shook your head and pointed to your ring. âCome on, that applies to cigs too?â
âAnd alcohol, pretty much whatever is considered sinful. Though, I have indulged in a drink or two. Mommy and Daddy donât need to know about that,â you answered.
Merlin, he needed to do something with you. It was almost unbearable.
âYouâre saying alcohol and cigs are sinful but intense snogging isnât? Seems a bit hypocritical to me,â he eventually said.
You smiled and shrugged. âThatâs muggle religion for you. Itâs pretty much up to each person's interpretation and what they value. I value being sober more than refraining from a snog occasionally.â
âBut a shag...â
âThatâs universally seen as a big sin. Most of us would agree not to do it until marriage.â
He released another breath of smoke. âMost of you?â
âWell, not everyone agrees of course. Like I said, itâs technically up to everyoneâs values. Murder is also considered a sin, you know. But even some people commit that,â you explained. He watched you blush. âI donât think I should compare virginity to murder though.â
âYeah, I donât think thatâs a fair comparison,â he replied, his lips turned up into a smile.
You turned even more red. âSorry. But you get what Iâm saying, right?â
âEverything is optional is what youâre saying.â He let his eyes trail over your body, making sure you noticed. âSo really, you could fuck someone before marriage.â
âI mean yeah, I could, but I donât think I will,â you said. You began to fiddle with the ring again. âItâs sort of always been with me it would feel weird giving it to someone else.â
âDo you have to give it away for anything? Or just actual sex?â It was another question heâd been dying to know. He watched you think for a moment.
âI think just the full thing. I donât know. I donât even really know that much about it like I said when you first asked me. I mean, I know people use their hands and mouths but... sorry. I shouldn't be talking about such things.â You put your face in your hands, Remus couldnât help but chuckle. âSorry.â
He needed to do something. Now.
âDonât be sorry love, itâs alright. You know you can trust me; I wouldnât dare tell anyone about your sinful thoughts,â he spoke. He turned and dropped his cigarette into one of the many ashtrays in the common room. When he looked back at you, you were already looking at him. âBut you know if you ever wanted to indulge in something like that, you can come to me.â
You were beyond flustered, and it showed. âOh! Thatâs very um... generous of you, but I donât think Iâll do any of that I mean... I donât plan on it.â
He casually shrugged. âWe all get a bit curious at some point in our lives.â
For a moment the two of you only stared at each other. He could tell exactly what you were thinking. You were curious. You wanted to try things. He observed you carefully. He could sense the conflict within you. Value versus desire. It was a tough battle, but you didnât cave. At least, not yet.
âPerhaps, but I made a promise and I need to stick to it,â you said. You looked over your shoulder at your clearly intoxicated friends. âI should get back to Lily and Mary.â
âRight, it was nice talking,â he replied with a smile.
You nodded. âIâll see you later.â
âTill then love.â
Even as you walked away and joined your friends once again, he could see the way his words affected you. You could deny the feelings all you wanted, but your body craved the unknown. It was only a matter of time till you caved, and Remus would wait.
He was never one to give up easily.
~~~
You came to him faster than he expected. He understood why though, you were on edge about all of it. In the few days it took for you to go to him, he noticed how different you acted. You were more tense, you fiddled with your ring far more than normal. He imagined the inner conflict you faced was stressful, but he was glad about the turnout of it.
After dinner, as he was walking to the library for a study group, you found him. He was a bit surprised at your approach, but nevertheless, he welcomed it with joy.
âHey Remus, could I talk to you for a second?â You asked.
You were a bit behind him, but he stopped instantly and turned to face you.
âYeah, whatâs going on?â
Your little bit of confidence quickly vanished. You avoided his gaze, focusing suddenly on your shoes. âUm, are you busy? Itâs not really that important so if you have something else to do it can wait.â
He fought the urge to smirk. âI was just going to Lilyâs little study group, but it can wait. Is something wrong?â
You shook your head and looked up at him, those big innocent eyes staring into his. âNo uh... nothing's wrong. Itâs just about... well... you know.â
âAbout what?â
âYou know...â
âI donât think I do love, youâre gonna have to use your words and tell me.â
He felt bad for teasing you, but it was too fun not to. The way your cute little eyes looked around the hallway to make sure no one else was around, the way you fidgeted, it was far too entertaining to stop. A moment passed before you finally spoke in a much softer tone than before.
âItâs about what we talked about at the party last weekend.â
âOh?â He questioned. âWhat about it?â
He watched as you slid the ring up and down your finger. âYou said um if I ever wanted to you know, indulge, that I could come to you.â
âYes, I did say that.â
âSo... um yeah,â you said. You looked almost uncomfortable. He knew he needed to be nicer.
âAre you asking if that offer is still there?â
You nodded eagerly. âYes! I mean, um, is it?â
He glanced around to make sure nobody else was around before stepping closer to you. You looked up at him with wide eyes, your mouth parted ever so slightly. He touched his fingers to your chin, lifting your head gently.
âHow about you come find out?â
You didnât fight it. He was glad.
Not too long after that, Remus found himself in a position heâd desperately wanted for almost a month. You were laid out on his bed, open like a flower, and he was on top of you. Your robe, shirt, and tie were thrown to the floor. He kissed you hard, the reward of your gasps kept him going. He let one of his hands travel up your soft thigh, you were so warm, so inviting. It took all his self-control to keep him from moving too fast.
Before it began, you told him you had only ever snogged. That meant no boy had ever touched you. Not with a hand, not with his tongue, nothing. No one had ever even felt up your breasts. It would be a lie to say he wasnât pleased with the information. He wanted you to be his, he wanted to be as many of your firsts as he could be.
âCan I touch you?â He eventually whispered on your skin; his lips were by your ear.
âYes, please,â you replied, your breath ragged.
He continued to press soft kisses to your neck as his hand moved between your thighs. You were wet, very wet. He could feel it through your panties. It made him even harder than he already was. He slid his hand under your panties and began to rub soft circles on your clit, you gasped and lifted your hips in response.
You were perfect.
With every flick of his fingers, you let out little whimpers and moans, and one of your hands gripped his shoulder hard. He caught a few glances of your face between kisses. Your cheeks were red, your eyes squeezed shut. You were beyond beautiful.
After a few minutes, he moved his fingers down to your entrance. He made sure to collect your wetness and ask if it was alright before he began to slowly push one of his fingers inside you.
âRemus,â you mumbled as he started thrusting his finger in and out of you at a slow pace. âFuck.â
âDoes it hurt? Do you want me to stop?â He asked.
You lightly shook your head. âIt feels so good, do not stop.â
âDo you want another one?â
âYes.â
He complied instantly and added a second finger. You responded just the way he wanted. In only a few more minutes he was fucking you with his fingers, touching that spot inside that made your thighs clench around him. He kissed you hard, he loved how you struggled to kiss him back. When he also began to press his thumb to your clit, you became a mess.
âFuck Rem, I-â You paused, your nails dug into his shoulder.
âYouâre close.â It was a statement; he could feel your walls clenching around his fingers. He knew you werenât going to last much longer.
âI am,â you practically whimpered.
âLet go, love, itâs alright.â
Only seconds later you did. You came hard. Your back arched off the mattress, your mouth hung open wide, and your thighs tightened around his hips. Remus had never felt anything as good as the feeling of your walls pulsating around his fingers as you came undone beneath him. He made sure to keep going till you were fully done. At that point, he pulled his hand out of your panties and up to his lips. He knew you were going to taste good.
You sat up, breathless. âOh my god. I canât believe I just- you just- we just... Iâm going to hell.â
âRelax, itâll be fine. People do this all the time and nothing bad happens, I promise itâs just a normal thing,â he said. He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, he thought you looked so beautiful. âDonât worry about it.â
âIâm not worried about being judged or anything, Iâm worried because I donât feel guilty. I should feel guilty for it but I just... donât. In fact, I think I...â You looked down at your hand, specifically the ring. âI think I want more.â
Remus couldnât help the smirk that formed on his lips. âMore?â
âYeah, I mean itâs only right that I return the favor.â He watched your eyes move to his pants; your cheeks turned red. âYouâll have to show me how though.â
âAlright, only if, youâre sure. Donât feel like you have to because I did something for you,â he replied though he really did want you to touch him. But he could wait if he had to.
âI want to.â
He didnât question you further. Instead, he guided you through the process of getting him off with your hand. You were a fast learner, though the act itself wasnât that hard to get the hang of. He found it funny the way you gasped at the size of him. Merlin, you were so innocent. Either way, you made him feel extraordinary. Your hand was much softer than his, and warmer too. You touched him gently, almost teasingly. But that changed fast.
âCan I try something else?â You asked, your hand stopped.
He almost groaned from the lack of motion. âWhat?â
âUm, can I try using my um...â You pointed to your lips.
âYour mouth?â
âYeah.â
How could he ever refuse?
It was sloppy, it was rushed, but it was everything he couldâve wanted. As he laid back on the pillows, one of his hands moved through your soft hair. He didnât dare push you. No. He only stroked your hair gently and whispered praises. He knew you liked it from the way you hummed on his cock each time he told you how good you were doing or how good you made him feel. And when you looked up at him with those eyes, those damn innocent eyes, he could barely contain himself.
He was shocked you even did it to begin with, but he was even more shocked when you let him finish in your mouth. You had him halfway down your throat when he came, and you didnât pull away for a second. You swallowed it all. Somehow, he became even more attracted to you than he had been before.
âWas it good?â You questioned after you pulled back. You were kneeling beside his legs, a nervous expression on your face.
He smiled. âYou were amazing. Are you sure you havenât done that before?â
âNever even saw one in real life before this,â you replied with a laugh.
âThatâs hard to believe,â he said. He sat up and pressed a kiss to your lips before pulling back slightly to look into your eyes. âDo you want to try one more thing?â
âDepends on what thing.â
âIâll do what you just did to me but on you,â he answered, loving the way your eyes widened at his words. Despite everything that happened already, you were still so innocent. He adored it.
âOh yeah okay,â you spoke after a moment.
He kissed you again. âLay down.â
You did as he said and soon it began.
He started by kissing your lips while his hands pulled your skirt and panties off, leaving you only in a bra. Once those were off, he kissed down your neck, and your chest, only pausing for a second to unclip your bra and take one of your nipples in his mouth. You moaned, he stayed there for a few extra seconds. He then moved his mouth further down your body, relishing the sounds you made each time his lips made contact with your skin.
When he started to kiss up one of your thighs, you twitched. You were so sensitive, so untouched. He was obsessed with it. Every few kisses he sucked your skin to leave dark purple hickeys. He had made sure not to leave any on your skin that would be visible to the world so that no one would see the evidence of your sinful acts. But the skin that would be covered by clothing, that was his to mark.
A few minutes of this went by, and it was all on purpose. Remus could tell how eager you were for him to get on with it, but you were far too shy to tell him to do so. So, he didnât dare touch you where you so desperately wanted him to. He wanted to hear you ask. But you said nothing, so he decided you needed a little push. He gave you one single lick then returned to your black and blue thighs.
âRemus,â you whispered. âPlease.â
He looked up at you and almost felt bad. Your desperate eyes were already looking at him, he could tell how much you needed it. He didnât wait any longer and gave you what you needed; you certainly earned it.
In all his experience with sex and everything surrounding it, Remus enjoyed pleasing his partner as anyone did. He didnât mind going down on women, in fact, he sort of enjoyed it. At least until you. With you, he quickly realized having his head between your thighs and his tongue on your clit was not just alright, it was heavenly. He never enjoyed the taste of a girl like he enjoyed yours. You were sweet and the sounds you made as he played with you were their own type of reward.
So, it was no surprise how quickly you came undone on his tongue. He devoured you like he had been starving his whole life. Truthfully, he felt as if he had. You were spectacular. You were perfection. You were his. He was crazy about you.
After you finished, he wiped his mouth on one of your thighs before moving to lie on the bed next to you. He laid on his side facing you, his eyes examining your face. Your eyes were closed, and your cheeks were pink. Your hair was messy, and your lips were ever so slightly lifted into a smile. He swore he never saw anyone as beautiful in his life.
âI feel stupid,â you mumbled.
âWhy?â
You opened your eyes and looked at him, your smile then undeniable. âI shouldâve taken you up on your offer sooner. Now I understand why everyoneâs so mad about this stuff, itâs unbelievable.â
âYou donât regret it then?â He asked.
âHow could I? Youâre just... Remus I...â You turned to your side to face him fully, one of your hands pressed against his chest. âI think we should do this again if youâd want to of course.â
He grinned and let a hand fall to your waist, he pulled you closer, so your bodies touched. He rested his chin on the top of your head, and you buried your face in his neck. For a moment he felt almost victorious, he had gotten you right where he wanted you to be. It would only be a matter of time before you let him take you fully. But then he realized, it wasnât about taking your virginity so much anymore. He just wanted you.
âI wouldnât want anything more,â he eventually said, then he pressed a kiss to your forehead, while the cold feeling of your ring on his chest lingered in the back of his mind.
Soon, it would be his. And so would you.
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YOU WANNA GUESS THE COLOR OF MY UNDERWEAR - CAITLIN CLARK
a/n: not proofread !! i suggest listening to the song while reading billieâs voice makes me go feral đŽâđ¨đŽâđ¨
pairing(s): caitlin clark x female!reader
warnings: language, smut, oral (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), strap on use, pure filth honestly
summary: based on this request! đ
donât have to guess the color of your underwear
already know what you got goinâ on down there
you and caitlin have been dating for a little over a year now. the two of you were currently out at dinner with a couple of her teammates celebrating a big win. she was sitting right next to you and she had been extra clingy with you all night. you werenât exactly sure why but you werenât complaining.
itâs that lacy black pair with the little bows
the ones i picked out for you in tokyo
earlier that night when you were getting ready you slipped on a matching set that you knew caitlin loved. the bra was black and lacy while the underwear were also black and lacy but had little black bows on either side.
she picked it out for you when on your guysâ previous trip to japan. the minute she saw it she knew it would be perfect for you. the first time she saw it actually on you she swore she fell in love with you all over again.
whenever you wore it, it absolutely drove her crazy and you knew that. so you put it on with the intention of hoping she would notice sometime throughout the night. and little did you know thatâs exactly why she couldnât keep her hands off of you the whole night.
i saw them when you sat down, they were peekinâ out
iâm gonna tell you right now, theyâre all iâm thinkinâ about
at some point during the dinner you noticed her staring down at your back. you could tell that your skirt had slipped down a little and your underwear were starting to peek out.
you saw her shift uncomfortably and gulp slightly. âyou ok cait?â you heard kate ask and she just nodded. she was not okay. all that she could think about was those fucking underwear and the fact that she could see the little bows creeping out.
all she wanted to do was grab you and pull you into the nearest bathroom. she sat there trying to keep herself cool. trying to think about literally anything else. but she just couldnât help herself. she could practically feel herself getting wet at just the thought of you.
you knew exactly what was going on with her, so you decided you wanted to tease her a little bit. you moved your skirt a little so your underwear became even more exposed than before. you turned yourself so only she could see what you were doing.
you moved so close to her that you were basically on her lap at this point. no one else seemed to notice, too caught up in their own conversations to be paying any attention.
she knew exactly what you were doing and she simply couldnât take it anymore. âhey guys i think me and y/n are gonna head out. iâm not feeling too good.â she told her teammates.
âoh okay. feel better cait.â hannah said smiling at the two of you. you all said your goodbyes before caitlin was practically pulling you out of the restaurant.
once you had may your way out, you started making your way home. she didnât say a word to you the entire way home. you were confused by her sudden change of behavior but tried not to question it too much.
once you had arrived back to your shared apartment, caitlin was already leaning into you before you even got the door open.
i wanna try it, bite it, lick it, spit it
pull it to the side, and get all up in it
she picked you up and carried you over to the bed, setting you down gently. she climbed on top of you while tugging on your top. âwant this off.â she whispered, sending shivers through your whole body.
you did as she said, removing your shirt which revealed the top half of the set she loved so much. she smirked at you before placing kisses to your chest and boobs. you moaned out as she started to move lower, trailing more kisses on your stomach.
she took of your skirt, finally leaving you in the full thing. she was practically drooling at the sight of you. she tugged on your underwear with her teeth causing you to let out another moan. she took one hand to pull them to the side while using the other to rub your clit.
she replaced her fingers with her mouth moving her tongue across your folds. your moans filled the room causing her to smirk at you once again. âfuck! baby feels so fucking good!â you yelled out.
she moved her tongue faster inside your hole while simultaneously using her fingers to rub your clit. you could feel yourself getting closer to your climax. you moved your hands to her hair tugging on it as she continued pleasuring you.
âwant you to cum all over my tongue baby.â she said while looking up at you. the look she gave you was just enough to send you over the edge. once again, you did exactly what she said, your release landing all over her tongue.
she stood up and disappeared for a quick second before returning with the strap she had used on you one too many times before. you smiled at the sight of her undressing herself and putting it on.
kiss it, ride it, can i fit it?
she made her way back over to you returning to her spot on the bed. âyou were such a naughty girl tonight. teasing me with these god damn underwear.â she snarled. âin front of all my friendsâŚâ she grabbed onto them before slowly removing them, revealing your pretty pussy.
she lined her tip up with your entrance, slamming into you with no warning. your moans became louder as she thrusted into you. âgonna have to fuck some sense into you huh?â she growled while grabbing onto your hips attempting to guide herself.
you dug your nails into her back holding onto her as she continued fucking you. âshit itâs too much cait⌠canât take it.â you mumbled the pleasure starting to become too much for you to bare.
ânuh uh, i know you can take it baby.â she said fucking herself into you harder. âsee just like that. good girl.â she whispered into your ear. you could tell you were close yet again and she could too. that was her sign to thrust into you one last time before you came all over her cock.
she pulled herself out of you and then proceeded to clean the two of you up. she climbed back into bed with you and pulled you closer to her. âgod i love you so much.â she whispered before laying her head on your shoulder.
âi love you more cait..â you replied while positioning yourself to be more comfortable.
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âž thank you sm for reading all the way through!!! i hope you enjoyed it! i loved writing this iâm literally obsessed with this song atm. iâm planning on my next fic to be for morgan so stay tuned!!!! i love you guys đđđ
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Can I request Hotch finding gender neutral reader asleep but they legit fell asleep to a true crime serial killer podcast- or theyâre like obsessed with a new serial killer show (me with Hannibal rn đŽâđ¨) thanks!!! Have a good day!!! <3
Late Night Podcast - A.H
a/n: omg i love love love this idea <3 thank you for sharing your idea with me i hope i did it justice! and i hope YOU have the best day đď¸â¨
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pairings: aaron hotchner x gn!reader
warnings: established relationship, hotch and reader being just so cute, bau!reader, reader and hotch are both simps
wc: 0.7k
Hotch's meeting dragged on, each minute stretched longer than the last tangled in bureaucratic red tape, and suits who really couldn't give a damn whether the BAU lived or died. It was all incredibly migraine-inducing, and he couldn't wait to go home and take you to bed.
He knew all too well that you'd be in his office, a realization that came with a twinge of regret. Not because your presence was unwelcome, but because your selfless nature meant you tended to put his needs before your own. You'd insist the after hours peace and quiet was perfect for catching up on paperwork.
He was very aware that was all a lie, you never needed to catch up on paperwork; he knew your work was always meticulously complete. He recognized your true motive; ensuring he got home at a decent time. And it usually worked everytime. The sight of you, patiently waiting, was the sweetest incentive to end his day.
"In this episode, we recount the tragic and violent story of Aileen Wuornos, a woman who turned from victim to perpetrator, ultimately becoming America's most infamous serial killer with seven murders to her name."
He stopped short in the doorframe, his eyes sweeping over the unexpected stillness of his office. There you were, draped across the couch in a tangle of limbs, one arm flung above your head while the other wrapped around your torso. The hem of your shirt had lifted just enough to reveal the softness of your belly. The rest and fall of your chest was the only movement, fast sleep.
You fell asleep to a seriel killer podcast.
He fought back a laugh, the sound caught in his throat as he laid the remainder of his work aside. You looked so peaceful, despite the macabre background that seemed to bounce off the walls. He paused your phone, knowing you'd hate to wake up and lose your place.
He smoothed your hair back, his rough hand lingering in the softness. The battle against his smile was lost; it warmed his entire face. He didn't want to wake you.
"Aaron?" Your voice was so sleepy, rough and cracked, but perfect all the same.
He wondered how long you had been asleep for.
"Hi, sleepy head."
Your eyes opened briefly, a couple of deliberate blinks as you nestled into a new position, curled on your side with hands tucked under your face. A smile, that you tried to hide, melted across your face as you quickly snapped those beautiful eyes of yours shut.
"Shh, can't hear you, sleeping," you mumbled under your breath, your nose wrinkling slightly as your struggled to keep a straight face.
A soft laugh broke through as he rubbed his face. "Well, this is the first time I've heard someone sleep-talk so clearly."
You said nothing, just the slight twitch in your lips as you pressed deeper into the couch.
"I'll take that as a yes to my carrying you out to the car then."
Before you could even muster a reaction, he scooped you up, your legs swept up in a fluid motion as you found yourself hoisted over his shoulder. Your breath hitched into a gasp, quickly transforming into laughter as you slapped your hands to his back.
"Aaron!" The word was muffled by the sound of his shirt as he started to march towards the door. "Put me down!"
"A lot of talk coming from someone who is supposedly sleeping."
His hand ground your ass, eliciting a burst of giggles from you as your hands roamed the expanse of his shoulders, legs dangling in front of him.
"Will you at least grab my phone? I need to finish that podcast on the way home."
A quick spin set your hair a flutter as he leaned down to grab your device from the table.
As he moved for the door, your hand found its way to his hair, mussing it fondly. "Thanks, handsome."
He finally let you down, hand entwining with yours. "Well finish the podcast together, but no more serial killer stories before bed."
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HEARTBREAK SYNDROME.
episode five :: 99 PROBLEMS.
ę°ę°ââ§â ⏪Ëâ pairing ︴max verstappen x ex!y/n
ę°ę°ââ§â ⏪Ëâ genre ︴social media au / irl snippets
ę°ę°ââ§â ⏪Ëâ summary ďšcomeback: download has started.
fc â wonyoung jang (28)
ę°ę°ââ§â ⏪Ëâ warnings ďšnone.
â IMESSAGE with ; BOARD OF DIRECTORS.
y/n: not to freak you guys out but i knew all along
my baby lando: FYM YOU KNEW ???
babygirl alex: y/n đ i swear to god
honey badger: wait
honey badger: what do you mean you knew
chili!: ????
chal eclair: ^^^^
girlfriend kika: babe
girlfriend kika: i need u to explain before pierre loses his shit bc heâs bubbling rn đđťđ¤
y/n: okay hold on yâall listen
wifey lily: đđťđđťđđťđđť
y/n: i always had this sneaking suspicion that some bullshit was going but every time iâd ask him about nothing would come of it
y/n: so i was like maybe iâm the problem đ
y/n: then i found lipstick in our bathroom and i was like yo ??? tf is this and max said it was his sisterâs
y/n: so i was like oh calm
y/n: bc victoria would come over sometimes
y/n: then i found out he cheated the first time
princess george: fIRST TIME????
angel carmen: WHAT DO YOU MEAN FIRST TIME
chili!: HE CHEATED MORE THAN ONCE???
chal eclair: hOLD ON YALL IM TRYNA UNDERSTAND
y/n: yes đ
y/n: caught him on a call with her being all lovey and shit and we got in a fight bc of it
y/n: and i let it slide bc i thought he would learn + he cried his eyes out
alabono: how is HE gonna cry for cheating đ
honey badger: WAIT
my baby lando: fuck was he crying for ???
chal eclair: he cried ??
babygirl alex: literally what
honey badger: WAIT YALL
honey badger: Y/N YOU LET THAT SLIDE ???
y/n: I USED TO LOVE HIM OKAY.
chili!: i just sighed so hard man
y/n: hold on thereâs more
PIERRE GASLYYYY: MORE ??
PIERRE GASLYYYY: y/nâŚ
my baby lando: bae what is thisâŚ
chal eclair: what else did he do then damn
y/n: the bitch was in my bed
babygirl alex: WOAHHHHHHHH
angel carmen: now hold on, hOLD ON NOW.
girlfriend kika: i screamed
honey badger: ouuuuu itâs gonna get violent rq
y/n: i found them cuddled up, clearly post fuck, in my bed, listening to my music and guess what
chili!: BRO đ
chal eclair: WHAT OH MY GOD
my baby lando: ¿¿¿
y/n: HER KID WALKS IN BEHIND ME EATING MYYYYYYY ICE CREAM
y/n: IN MYYYYY HOUSE
princess george: see this is where i personally wouldâve swung at everyone
PIERRE GASLYYYY: LISTENING TO YOUR MUSIC???????
wifey lily: NAHHHHHH MAN
angel carmen: iâm not even kidding
angel carmen: iâm deadass speechless
y/n: i need all of u to come to my house immediately
y/n: thereâs so much more i need to tell yâall
chili!: Y/N.
chili!: WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERES MORE.
y/n: âŚ.
chal eclair: answer the question bae đ¤
y/n: well
my baby lando: oh my god
y/n
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Heeeey pookie!!
i loved your Arthur fic too much, the man deserves to receive more love heređĽšđŤśđŤś I have two ideas for you, which in my head make more sense. I will try to explain myself as best as I can but in reality this is not my strong point LMAO
If you want and can write something about loving every little thing the reader does, such as the habit of brushing his hair behind his ears or, for example, when he reads a book that she cries, smiles or curses as if he LOVES that about her. đŽâđ¨đ
Or maybe something about him being a little jealous and possessive not in a grotesque sense like I had to defend her from someone in a bar or something, like her being too nice by not wanting to walk away so as not to hurt the other person even if it's bothering her (that happens to me often hahađ
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Maybee some of the care for her when she's sick đĽšđĽš
Of course, only if you feel comfortable with these ideas, which were more than two, I apologize for that, I'm a little excited.đ§đťââď¸đŤśđŤś
(I hope I have made myself understood, also English is not my first language, I am sorry if this is complicated when read or understood, also sorry this was so long :(, anyway much love to you đđđđ)
Little things
A/N: I am going to write all of them, they're so cute. Arthur absolutely deserves more love, he's underrated. Don't worry btw, your English is fantastic. I'm actually Australian so my spelling of certain words are different to everyone else's đ
. Keep an eye on my page for the next few days, I'll release them soon (I just need to finish my uni assignment first, whoops đ¤ˇââď¸). I hope I did what you were thinking đŤśđŤś
Arthur Leclerc x reader
Warnings: Fluffy/Simp Arthur
Synopsis: "If you want and can write something about loving every little thing the reader does, such as the habit of brushing his hair behind his ears or, for example, when he reads a book that she cries, smiles or curses as if he LOVES that about her. đŽâđ¨đ" - This part of the request.
You and Arthur were lying on the couch watching a movie after a long day. You propped up my pillows with Arthur on top of you, head resting on your chest. Your fingers started to scratch the back of his scalp, slowly worth their way up. He sighed as he pressed himself deeper into you, nuzzling his face into your skin. He lifted his head up and pecked your lips. You look down at him and giggled, âwhat was that for, baby?â. He looked up at you with a peaceful smile, his eyes brimming with love as he replied âjust appreciating the small thingsâ before resting his head back on your chest as you kept scratching his head.
The next time it happened, you guys were cuddled up in bed and you were reading a book. It might be one of the saddest books you had ever read in your life (for this Iâm gonna use âBridge to Terabithiaâ cuz I feel like everyone read it for school). You got the the chapter where the girl fell into the creek and drowned. The pure amount of detail broke your heart and sent you into a sobbing mess. Your sniffles caught Arthurâs attention, he looked down the see his shirt beginning to get wet. He pulled you up to face him as we wiped your tears. âHey hey hey what happened mi amor?â He rushed. You explained what happened, causing Arthur to give you that look again. A peaceful smile, eyes brimming with love, he pecked your lips, âhow about we read a happier book?â He suggested. âNoâ you said as you made eye contact again âI just wanna cuddleâ. He grinned and settled down, pulling you into him âthat is something I can definitely doâ. You smiled as you tucked yourself into his side.
Another instance was when you and Arthur were walking through the paddock. The crowd was pushing and shoving, sweeping you away with them. Arthur quickly realised you had gotten caught up, jogging back to guide you again. You think your right hand to his left, your left hand coming up to hold his strong bicep on the same arm, basically wrapping yourself around his arm. You have his hand a little squeeze, leaning your head on his shoulder when he squeezed back. You made it to the Ferrari garage and you knew you would need to let go but you didnât want to, do you didnât. Arthur planted a kiss on your forehead and gave you that dopey, in love look he gives you in moments like these. âWhat?â You laughed. Arthur pecked your lips ânothing my loveâ he mumbled against them, âjust admiringâ he winked. Just like a school girl, you giggled and then cuddled into him, are grip still tight on his arm.
What really stood out is when you were cleaning your shared apartment. You were going through your shared closet when you found a brown leather book. The title on the inside of the book, in Arthurâs unmistakeable handwriting, was âthose momentsâ. You flicked through the book and saw dates and times, which matched to all the moments when Arthur gave you the look. Scratching his head on the couch, crying at a book, being clingy at the paddock, it was all there. What you didnât know, was that Arthur was leaning on the door frame, watching you read his little things journal. âFind something good, amor?â You jumped at his question. âIâm so so sorry. I shouldnât be snooping but Iâve never seen it before, and I had no idea what it was for. Iâm sorry, I shouldâve given you your privacy an-â Arthur cut you off with a kiss. âIm glad you found it. Everytime you ask about this âlookâ I give you, you now know what I was feeling and thinking. Is that ok amor?â He has a glimmer of home in his eyes as he asks you. You put the book back where you got it from, wrapped your hands around his neck and kissed him deep âof it is, I love you Arthurâ âI love you mi amorâ
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vacation, cocktails, stevie in the tiniest shorts⌠I mean đŽâđ¨
thanks for your request lovey!! â the one where steve takes you to the beach, but him in his bathing suit is the real view (established relationship, smut 18+, 2k)
bug's summer fic fest âĄ
âMy eyes are up here, sweetheart,â Steve jokes as he passes you a cocktail. Itâs a red, yellow, and blue colored drink with an orange slice wedged into the top of it. Itâs about as tropical as a beachside bar can get.Â
The rainbow colors match his color-blocked swim trunks, though the fabric is far more muted in hue. They make his tanned skin look that much more golden. You canât figure out which shade is most his color, though, no matter how hard you ogle.Â
Steve spent a better part of the day smiling with delight every time he caught you staring. Heâd been a bit scared to wear the shorts, in truth. They were far too long to be considered a speedo but revealed more of his thighs than normal trunks did. Then he saw how much you loved them and never wanted to take them off.
âSorry,â you murmur as you take the blended drink from him. âItâs just⌠Itâs staring me right in the face, babe.â
âShut up,â Steve huffs out a laugh, descending on the lounge seat next to yours.
Youâve been on vacation for four days now, playing house in his parentsâ beachside condo. He wears the bliss of holiday all over him, tanned skin glittering beneath a golden hour sun. Heâs almost constantly shirtless because itâs so damn hot out â which has done nothing but give you ample time to leer at his toned torso, dusted with marred scars beneath sprinkles of chestnut hair.
But itâs his thighs that get you. Those goddamn perfect thighs you want to take a bite out of and ride all at once.
No one should look so good in such a tiny pair of shorts. You think it should be a crime, really. And the worst part about all of it is Steve has virtually no idea what heâs doing to you.
He just sits there next to you and laughs at your ogling â like there's anything remotely funny about the heart palpitations heâs giving you just from looking so damn good.
âIâm so glad I got you those shorts,â you confess, mostly to yourself, before sipping at the bendy straw in your cup. The fruity slush cools your warm skin almost instantly.
âYeah,â Steve hums with a lopsided smile. His rosy lips match the sunburn on his cheekbones. âThey fit like a glove, donât they?â
You know heâs saying that just to tease you, but you nod anyway. âYes, they do,â you singsong quietly, chewing at the end of your straw and getting lost in your leering.
It makes Steve chuckle to himself. âAlright, babe. Keep it in your pants.â
âIâd love to get into your pants, actually.â
âYouâre in rare form today, arenât you?â Steve wonders through his laughter.
Being beachside looked good on you â being away from Hawkins looked good on you. Itâs the first time heâs seen you relax in a while. Like, really relax. No monsters to hunt, no children to run after, no parents to impress. Itâs just you and him and an orange sun.Â
And also a bar that serves alcohol that tastes like juice that youâre currently downing like itâs nothing.
âIâm tipsy and in love,â you shrug. âSue me.â
Steve smacks his lips against his teeth. âNah. Iâm tipsy and in love, too, so⌠I guess I canât really blame youâŚâ
His admission of love makes you smile. Youâve surely heard it a million times now, but your chest sparkles like itâs the very first.
You grow suddenly soft. âThanks for bringing me here, StevieâŚâ
His sheepish grin matches your own. âThanks for coming with me, baby.â
He reaches a hand out towards you â which you take without thinking twice.
His long fingers are warm as they engulf your own. Your arms sway in the inches of space separating the two of you, knuckles gently brushing the white sand beneath you. And even though youâre touching him, you canât help but crave more.
âYouâre so far away,â you observe with a slight pout furrowing your brows.
Steve scoffs a gentle laugh. âIâm literally holding your hand.â
âYeah, but likeâŚâ You trail off as you try to find the words to say â how to say them without sounding pathetic. Your nose scrunches softly with your admission. âI need youâŚâ
âNeed me?â he wonders with pinched brows.Â
Heâs concerned at first, because heâs always concerned at first.
Heâs been on the defense since 1984. Itâs practically in his nature, at this point. It takes him a second to realize you donât actually need help â that youâre not in Hawkins anymore, and thereâs no reason to look over his shoulder.Â
His honey eyes go wide in realization a moment later. His pink mouth falls softly agape. âOh. Like, need me, need me?â
You hum with a distant, tipsy smile.
âNeed you, need you, need you,â you repeat thrice for effect.
Despite his similar desire that blooms like a flower in his chest, he urges, âFinish your drink first, âkay?â
Your pout returns. âWhy?â
ââCause it was expensive as shit, and I donât want it going to waste,â he explains with a chuckle.
You nod in return. âYes, sirâŚâ
Your mouth curls around the straw again. A smile quirks your lips as you watch the boy next to you squirm in his seat â your words having a rather obvious effect on him.
You swallow down the strawberry slush, now turning into a sour lemon, and blink away a brain freeze.Â
âYou okay over there, Stevie?â you tease.
He nods with jutted-out lips. âMm-hmm. Yep. Perfect.â
âââââ
One Tropical Rainbow Paradise cocktail later, and Steveâs leading you to his cabana.
Itâs more private than a normal one. Far more lavish, too. Itâs like a tiny studio apartment â made of three walls and a thick curtain in place of a door. Thereâs a television hung below the ceiling, a small bed pushed up against the wood, and a clawfoot tub idling on the other side.Â
You figure youâll have ample time to ride Steve in the bath later.Â
Your mouth waters for a taste of him now.
Itâs why you fall to your knees no more than a second after youâve latched the curtain shut.
Steveâs eyes go wide as he watches you. He nearly stumbles backward onto the mattress behind him because the very sight of you makes his legs buckle.
âWhoa, babeâ Let me put a pillow under you firstââ
âI donât care about that,â you dismiss with the shake of your head. Your fingers curl around the hem of his trunks as you blink up at him. âJust take your clothes off.â
He nods, rapid and visibly enthusiastic.Â
You donât pull his shorts all the way down, just enough to free his half-hard cock. You slip the band beneath his heavy balls and wrap his dick in your hand, wetting your palm with your tongue first to ease the friction.Â
You work him slowly with your wrist and lick the pearly bead of precum from his flushed tip like itâs muscle memory to you. The rough pad of your tongue flicking over the most sensitive part of him drives him wild. A groan rumbles in his chest, muffled through his clenched jaw and teeth.
âFuckâ These trunks are really doing it for you, huh?â he teases after his fleeting senses return to him.
You blink up at him, only halfway amused. âBe careful, Stevie. I don't know if you noticed, but I have your dick in my hand.â
A crooked grin pulls at his pink lips. âYeah⌠Go ahead and put your mouth on it, sweetheart,â he instructs lowly. âMaybe Iâll let you ride it afterâ shit.â
Your lips wrap fully around his reddening tip.
His breath catches in his throat when you lick over him like a lollipop. Your tongue dips over his drooling slit. The salty tang of him makes you moan under your breath.
Your lips abandon his cock soon after. You keep jerking him with your fist while you bring your mouth to his balls. You know he likes that best. Heâs more sensitive there than most men are and spurned on by the sight of it even more so.
The sounds of your suckling and the vision of you nuzzling against his length has his orgasm creeping up his spine.Â
Your mouth widens as your tongue trails up the thick vein at the underside of his cock, leading all the way to his flushed, bulbous tip.
âOh, fuck, baby,â Steve sighs, right before a whine spills from his throat. His palms are wide and warm as they settle over your temples, his fingers crawling into your hair.Â
He doesnât guide you at all â you know what he likes better than he does, really. He doesnât pull you closer to him, either. He just holds you. He uses you like an anchor when his impending orgasm threatens to pull his head underwater.
âOh, fuck, baby,â he repeats, this time in a more firm groan. His cock jerks faintly in your mouth while he babbles. âGonna make me come like this⌠So good for me, baby. Your pretty mouth is always so good for me. Just a little bit moreâŚâ
You know what he needs. He blinks, and suddenly his cock is stuffed down your throat. Both of you are barely breathing by then, equally spurned on by his rapidly approaching orgasm.
âOh, shit, babeâ fuck,â he whines, voice breaking when you swallow around him. He tilts his head to the ceiling and talks himself through his orgasm with gritted teeth. âYeah. Gag on itâ let me feel you, baby⌠Fuck, yes... 'S gonna make me come so hard. Youâre gonna swallow it for me, yeah? Take everything I give you?â
With his cock stuffing your throat, you show him better than you can tell him.Â
His cock spits several warm loads within your waiting throat. You swallow it all down without complaint â not because it tastes good exactly, but because you love having a mouthful of him.
His golden thighs tremble under your hands as your nails rake gently over his skin.
A blissful sigh trembles in his flushed chest when you pull back from him. Even though your jaw aches and your throat is sore, you find it in you to smile as you drag your finger over the dribbles of cum at the corner of your mouth.Â
Steve swears he almost comes again when you lick the remnants of his pearly load off the pad of your thumb.
âWhat do ya say?â you find it in you to tease despite your current predicament. Youâre still kneeling in front of him, blinking up at him with heavy watering eyes, saliva glistening on your chin. âDid I earn my seat, Stevie?â
Swallowing through a tight throat, he nods until the words catch up to him. âYeah. Definitely, yeah. Fuck.â
The bed creaks under his weight when he lies in the center of it. Now fully naked, his tanned skin contrasts heavily with the all-white sheets beneath him. His honey hair is wild as he leans against the fluffy pillows.
He beckons you to him with a wave of his hands.
âCâmere,â he tells you, pink tongue darting out to wet his swollen lips a second later.
You untie your bikini in record time. You rise on the mattress and swing your knee over his hip. Your glistening pussy rests just over his stomach, pretty enough to taste.
âUh-uh,â Steve hums with the shake of his head, waving his hands again. âCome here.â
Your brows pinch. âWhat do you mean?â
âCloser,â he commands.
Still a bit confused, you shift further up his waist â only a few inches, though, because youâre not entirely sure what heâs asking of you.Â
You donât fully understand until his wide hands curl around the backs of your thighs. He urges you up his torso himself, forcing you to grip the headboard before you topple over completely.Â
He shifts lower on the mattress until your knees are over his shoulders. His strong arms wrap around your thighs to pull you over his face, all but suffocating himself with your pussy.
His scruffy jaw scratches softly at your inner thighs â a stark contrast with the way his soft mouth suckles at your weeping cunt.
Youâre practically gushing over his face the second his lips wrap around your clit.
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can you write friends to lovers smut for anton where they have crazy sexual tension plsđđźđ
@ anton â we both want each other, why canât we just let things go with the flow ? . cws : unprotected sex. creampie . slight size kink . big dick anton . wc : 2.0k+ . genre : smut
a/n : i hope this aligns with what you wanted nonnie ! somehow i always find myself only writing best-friend! anton whenever i write for him, and for some reason, i love it ! i just think he fits this trope so well đŽâđ¨
BEST-FRIEND! ANTON who youâve always shared some sort of sexual tension with, but that neither of you has ever acted on because you have always been afraid of what would happen if you did.
you knew it all. knew how he looked at you, how heâd look you up and down when you got more dressed up and get that little smirk on his lips, how he liked having a hand on your waist when you were in public not only in a protective way, but also because he liked to touch you, liked when people thought you were his. you knew when he was horny too, how his eyes would turn darker and his lips would twist into a sort of cocky smile, and you also knew what made him horny, what words you used and what touches you left on him that made him want to fuck you.
anton also knew all about you, you had each other all figured out, and still, somehow, had never fucked, because you were still afraid due to all the what ifâs. what if that ended your friendship? what if one wanted something casual but the other wanted a proper relationship? what if having sex would completely ruin your dynamic and make things awkward? there were just too many possibilities, so you never acted on it â until it finally got to be too much and you did.
you had gone over to antonâs apartment, his roommates loudly talking about something in the next room while you two laid on his bed, close to each other but not as close as you actually wanted to be, having a conversation about whatever came up. you could feel antonâs gaze on you, almost burning into your skin. you had borrowed some clothes from him, a hoodie and a pair of shorts, something about wanting a more comfy outfit to wear instead of the one you had worn all day, and it was driving him insane. antonâs eyes couldnât leave you, obsessed with how good his clothes looked on you, with how his already baggy hoodie looked baggier on your body, and how his shorts that usually ran just around his knees went down lower on you. you looked so good in his clothes it made him completely lose his mind, getting to a point where he was barely even listening and processing what you were saying and just ogling you. it should be uncomfortable, but somehow it also turned you on, knowing the sight of you was too much for him, that he couldnât focus on anything but you.
maybe if you hadnât burrowed his clothes things wouldnât have developed the way they did, or maybe they would but it wouldâve just taken a bit longer, but once you caught antonâs eyes stuck on your body for the nth time you decided you had enough, tired of being cautious and simply deciding that enough was enough, that you needed to be bold, which was what led you to blurt out the next words that came out of your mouth as if they were nothing.
âyou should just fuck me if youâre gonna continue looking at me like thatâ
it took a moment for anton to register your words. was he hallucinating? was that the next stage of the level of horniness he was experiencing? he didnât know, so he looked at you, a surprised but confused look spread across his features. you repeated the question, and this time he knew it was real, that he wasnât hearing or imagining things, you had actually told him he should fuck you. his immediate response was to jump on you, but he held himself back, only turning more towards you instead, now being on his side while you still laid back against his pillows, asking you through an all too shy tone if you were sure, his shyness ridiculous taking into account his actions up until that point.
âi wouldnât propose it if i wasnâtâ you replied, a smug smile on your lips, and that was when anton finally let his instincts win and jumped on you, kissing you harder than he had ever kissed someone, cupping your cheeks in his hands with so much strength it made you wonder if he was afraid youâd slip away or vanish into thin air. his lips felt good against yours, the way he sucked on your bottom lip making you mewl against him, a small smirk curling the corners of antonâs mouth because of it. he wanted you to be as into it as him, wanted you to want him to fuck you as much as he did, so he moved on top of you, both hands still cupping your cheeks while one of his knees moved to separate your legs, pressing against your covered middle softly, just hard enough to elicit another small moan to slip past your lips and into his. he started moving it, drawing it in small circles and making sure to start pressing more and more into you, until you were whimpering against him relentlessly, wordlessly begging for more until you finally spoke up, your voice much whinier this time as you told him to just fuck you â and because anton wasnât one to ever deny you anything, he did, not much time separating the last kiss you shared and the moment you finally found yourselves naked and with him pushing himself into you for the first time.
your pussy was absolutely soaked by then, all thanks to antonâs continuous teasing, making the job of thrusting into you somewhat easier, even if you still struggled a bit to take him fully. anton swore he would cum as soon as he bottomed out solely based on the wondrous feeling of your pussy clenching around him as he dragged his cock languidly into you, getting lost in how you wrapped around him so well, so tightly, a warm feeling surrounding his length, making his brain grow fuzzy with pleasure.
you just looked too good underneath him. your face was twisted into an expression of pure pleasure, brows furrowed and lips parted in a perfect âoâ shape, moaning as he started to slowly pull out, giving you time to adjust. you felt as if anton was splitting you open, his cock so thick it barely fit inside you, stretching you out as much as you could take while still feeling good, the initial weird uncomfortableness eventually passing by as he kept moving, keeping his pace slow and steady, wanting to give you time to adjust, being patient because the last thing he wanted was to accidentally hurt you. your pussy looked so good taking him though, swallowing him and wrapping around him so snuggly, making anton wince in pleasure. both your gazes were focused on it, on how your cunt was taking him, each thrust making antonâs cock glisten more with your slick, the visible veins running up and down his length throbbing in anticipation for the moment he would be able to start fucking you properly.
in an attempt to help relax you even more, anton leaned down for another kiss, his hair falling over his eyes as he pressed his lips against yours. this kiss is softer, sweeter, just as needy as the ones you shared previously but not as fast paced. anton wanted to treasure the moment, live it to the fullest and have every second of it imprinted in his brain, afraid of ever forgetting the first time he ever truly had you in his arms. he held you closer, still kissing you, sucking on your tongue while slightly speeding up his thrusts, testing how well youâd take it â and as expected, you excelled, moaning into the kiss and clamping down around him harder, eventually breaking apart from him, wanting to scream antonâs name but suddenly remembering his roommates were still in the room next door, so you couldnât. instead though, you pressed your forehead against his, closing your eyes and whimpering about good it felt, about how good his big dick felt stretching you out, fucking you so well, better than anyone ever had. your words affected anton, making him moan, rolling his eyes back in pleasure while changing his posture, hoisting himself higher by placing his hands by either side of your head, picking up his pace and moving more swiftly, by now already able to build up a quicker pace with how well your pussy was taking him.
âyou drive me crazy, you know that, right?â he asked, eyes locked on yours, his tone more unstable than usual. you nodded, your expression flustered as you brought him back to you, wrapping both arms around his neck and lacing both of your legs around his waist, holding him in place, wanting to feel antonâs wide frame pressed against yours, his weight on top of you comforting in a way. he also embraced you, reaching behind you and hugging you close, his hands interlocking itâs fingers behind your head and holding you up so your face was close to his, forcing you to maintain the eye contact as he continued fucking you, moving faster, more precisely, reaching deep inside you with his cock, his tip kissing your cervix softly with every thrust. anton felt like he was in heaven â you both did, so lost in each other that nothing else mattered, only able to focus on looking at one another and feeling how good you both made each other feel. it was all too much, too intense, so when anton blurted out his next words without even thinking twice, neither of you reacted as if they were odd for him to say.
âi love youâ he told you, his tone sincere and his voice steadier this time, as if he was determined to say it in a way that would let you know he was being truthful. you only kissed him, pressing your lips against this desperately and bringing him as close to you as humanly possible, pulling away for a second just to say those three words back to him, your voice whinier than his, but still just as honest.
antonâs thrusts continued steady, dragging in and out of you deliciously, reaching that sweet spot inside you that made an invisible knot start forming in your lower stomach, growing tighter, ready to snap at any moment. you were both close, so through his low groans, with his lips still pressed closed to yours, anton asked if he could cum inside, if he could fill you up with his cum, and you, in your hazy state, said yes, asking for it, his thrusts growing rougher for a second until you were both reaching your orgasms. antonâs came first, his thrusts starting to get sloppier but not completely losing their pace as he kept going while his cock twitched inside you, shooting creamy strings of warm cum inside you, painting your insides white â that feeling being exactly what finally ignited your own high, one loud moan leaving your lips when it hit before anton was pulling you in for yet another kiss, trying to silence you as you both reveled in your own pleasures, whining into one another as he started slowing down, eventually finally coming to a halt with his dick still buried deep inside you. you both felt at cloud nine, beginning to come back to your senses and finally realizing what you had admitted to in the middle of your sex-induced, foggy states, pleasure having clouded your thoughts throughout the whole thing and making you bolder than usual apparently.
âdid you mean it?â anton began, his voice soft as he pressed his forehead to you, both your eyes closed while you still held each other close. âwhen you said you loved me?â
you hummed in agreement, deciding to be honest, nervous when you asked if he did too. anton replied that yes, he did, both of you smiling at that moment, giggling before sharing another kiss, this one more intimate, as if you were making a promise to each other to stop avoiding your feelings, and to finally lean into them, to let yourselves be together like you had been wanting for so long.
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best part â 輿ćĺ.
Š wonria â in which nishimura riki makes the decision to start attending university amidst his busy schedule, and soon realizes that it was the best decision heâd ever made, all thanks to you.
pairing idol!riki x fem!reader genre strangers to friends to lovers, fluff, angst, crack word count 11.2K warnings profanity, violence, arguments, riki loves the bee movie, mentions of underage drinking (not riki!!), slowwwburn
note this is a long one guys đŽâđ¨đŽâđ¨đŽâđ¨ anyways first work on tumblr!!! reblogs are sososo appreciated (:
00. DAMN YOU, YANG JUNGWON.
For the first time in Nishimura Rikiâs eighteen years of life, heâd missed school. He didnât know he was capable of feeling such strong feelings towards a place he barely ever entered, but here he was, scrolling through college vlogs with a frown downturning his lips.
FOMO was a disease, and Riki had most definitely caught it.
He envied how the students had so much fun in a place as horrific as school, and finally understood why his members had constantly wished to re-live their school days.
He had been cooped up in his roomâbinging college videosâ for so long that none of his members had seen him the entire day. Jungwon was the first to notice his sudden disappearance, knocking on Rikiâs door. When he didnât answer, Jungwon had let himself in, his face wearing a confused expression after seeing Rikiâs state.
He had been on his couch, with a bag of chips to his left and his knees up to his chin, hypnotized by the video playing on the television. Jungwon followed his line of vision, disbelief painting his face upon realizing what was going on.
âRiki,â Jungwon spoke, snapping the eighteen year old out of his trance. He turned his head towards him, letting him continue. âWhat have you been doing?â His question came out in a small chuckle, still dumbfounded by what he had just seen.
Riki sighed. âI want to go to school.â He took the remote of his television, pausing the Korea University Festival Vlog he had been playing. Jungwonâs eyes widened. âAll of a sudden? I thought you hated school.â
âYou know, I thought I did too! I probably still do,â Riki paused. âI just, want to experience it, but you and I both know thatâs impossible.â He referred to the psychotic nature of their fans, ENGENE, who would definitely perform the unthinkable once they got their hands on the college Riki would attend, if he were to attend.
âWhy donât you ask the company?â Jungwon proposed, his voice optimistic, as opposed to Rikiâs replying deadpan expression. âAre you going deaf, or did you just miss the part where I said that would be impossible?â
âYou wonât know that until you ask,â Jungwon refuted, still positive as ever. âWho knows? The company might say yes, and theyâd make sure of your safety if they do.â
âWhen have they ever insured our safety?â
ââŚTouchĂŠ, but still!â Jungwon was insistent in pushing this crazy idea, for reasons he couldnât even understand. âCâmon, Riki, thereâs no harm in asking. It could be fun! You could make friends,â Jungwon nudged his shoulder, eye brows rising and falling repeatedly, âmaybe you could fall for someoneââ
âThatâs enough, Jungwon,â Riki cut off his memberâs delusions, following up with a scowl. âIâm not going to ask, this whole college thing will probably blow over in a few days, so please, let it go.â
Jungwon sighed, accepting his defeat. Riki was a stubborn guy, so once he speaks out on something, there was no changing his mind no matter what. âWell, I canât force you to ask, so Iâll let you be,â the twenty year old kept a small smile on his face, making his way out the room. âDonât sleep too late,â he joked as he shut the door, not waiting around to witness Rikiâs eyes roll in response.
Riki knew himself better than anyone. Of course he would, thereâs nobody whoâs been around to know him well enough than himself. Despite knowing this, he couldnât help but wonder if Jungwon could be right. What if he did ask his company to let him attend university? What if they said yes? What if it was actually everything heâd been admiring through a screen?
Safe to say, the boy was conflicted, for the first time in a long time. Damn you, Yang Jungwon.
âSo what if, hypothetically, I were to ask you if I could start attending university, and I would be, hypothetically, really desperate,â Riki started rambling to his manager, Min, who was looking back at him blankly. âIf this were the case, hypothetically, how would you respond?â He was not slick at all, Min knew exactly what he was doing.
âSo, you want to attend college?â
âThis is hypothetical, Min,â Riki whined, âjust answer the question, please.â
âWell,â Min decided to play along with his âhypotheticalâ scenario, âI donât see the problem in going to college, except for the fact that your safety may not always be guaranteed, and that your schedule might keep you from attending a lot of the time.â
âSo I can go?â
âIâll bring it up at the next meeting.â At this point, Riki knew that Min was answering non-hypothetically, but it didnât bother him, especially after finding out that he had a shot at attending university. âThank you, thank you, thank you!â He squealed, rubbing his hands together excitedly. Min shook his head, chuckling from Rikiâs endearing reaction. âOf course,â he finished, leaving Riki alone with his thoughts.
He wasnât planning to get so enthusiastic about the situation, but his heart managed to overpower his actions way more than his brain could, and he was hyped up in a way words couldnât express. Maybe this would be fun, just like Jungwon had told him.
01. HYPEN PEOPLE..?
âWhat the hell is an ENHYPEN?â The name sounded so bizarre, it made you laugh. Your best friend, Nora, stared back at you, shaking her head with a deadpanned frown on her face. âAre you seriously telling me you donât know the ENHYPEN?â
You shook your head. Pop culture was never your thing, you focused more on the fashion world. So when Nora started freaking out over a new student that was apart of a K-Pop group you couldnât even repeat because of how odd it sounded, you could only stare blankly. âWhy is an idol attending university so important? I donât get it,â You asked. You furrowed a quizzical brow.
Nora sighed. âThis is like, if Adriana Lima joined your yoga class,â she explained, mentioning names you would recognize. âThis is a huge, huge deal!â It was then where you realized that this idol guy was probably super popular, and that classes tomorrow are going to be an utter disaster.
You couldnât have been more correct. Walking onto campus, cameras were flashing like crazy, and hundreds of people were crowded outside the universityâs entrance. Your eyes widened. âNo way this many people are bunched up on a Monday for an idol,â you were in shock. Nora nodded, an I told you so smirk curling her lips. âAre you kidding?! This guy is one of the most recognized dancers in K-pop!â
âI would think heâd be a little older if he were that recognizable,â you argued. âI bet if you put him in front of an elder, theyâd be puzzled.â
Nora shook her head. âHis group is crazy viral. Did you know theyâre the global ambassadors of PRADA right now?â She knew that would get you.
âOh. Woah.â
âYeah, woah,â Nora finished, parting ways with you to head to her classes, âSee you later, girl.â
âYeah.. see you.â Now you were interested in this idol. How could someone not only represent one of the most iconic brands in fashion, but also be an insanely-talented performer? It was intriguing, you wondered if youâd ever see him on campus one day.
Think about it: the chances of this guy being in your year, in your classes? Very low.
What you learned after today, was that even if the odds are low, they are never zero.
Your first class of the day was more packed than usual. You managed to find a seat in the back, where, thankfully, nobody was. You always preferred having your space during class, which was why you almost always went to the back seats for lectures.
The door of the lecture hall opened, revealing a tall guy with a presence so strong, the hall went silent. His outfit was well-styled, you thought. The black jacket he wore with baggy pants of the same color, layered with a grey hoodie under, along with hair that almost looks like it was done professionally.
You were impressed, you guessed he mustâve been majoring in fashion like you were. If that were the case, though, why had you never seen him before?
âListen up everybody!â Your professor, Mr. Kang, gathered everyoneâs attention. âAs you all may know, we do have a new student here on campus. I ask you to be mature, and not act un-orderly near them.â He referred to the guy next to him, who, although stood six feet in the air, looked very small at the moment. So he was new.
âMoving on, take out your notes from the last lectureâŚâ
The new guy quickly walked to the back of the room with his bag. Unfortunately, there werenât that many free seats in the back like usual, the only free spot next to you. He sighed before sitting beside you, being careful not to disturb you.
He took glances at you from time to time, taking in your appearance. You didnât do much with your outfit, putting on a tube top with baggy jeans and a jacket, but you made it look good. You were pretty.
A voice took him interrupted his staring.
âPrada,â the voice gasped quietly, their eyes trained on the logo sewed into his backpack. Your eyes were wide, it was then you realized who you were sitting next to.
âYou represent them, right?â You continued, eyes moving to look at the guy beside you. âIâ Yes?â The question was so sudden, it caught poor Riki off-guard. You took notice of this right away, going on quickly to apologize. âAh, Iâm so sorry!â you whispered, âDidnât mean to scare you.â
âItâs okay,â Riki panicked, shaking his head. âYouâre with those K-pop guys, right?â You started, voicing your thoughts aloud. âThe.. Hypen people!â
ââŚHypen people?â Riki chuckled, heâd never heard that before. âWait noâ there was something before it, hold on..â You stuttered, mentally cursing yourself for not keeping this to yourself.
âENHYPEN?â Riki helped you out, and you sigh in relief. âThatâs the one! And youâre the dancer guy my friend was talking about, right?â
âIâm Ni-ki, but you can call me Riki.â He holds out his hand, and you shake it, going on to reply with your name. âI take it you donât know much about K-pop,â Riki asked, and you nodded.
âI only found out you existed yesterday, Iâm not that in-tune with all of that business.â That was humbling on Rikiâs end. You scratched your neck sheepishly. âThatâs alright,â he responded, âI can fix that.â
âCan you, now?â You smirked at his confidence.
âWatch me, [Name].â
02. A FIRST DAY TO REMEMBER
You and Riki were not paying attention at all.
Normally, youâd be able to focus during classes, since studying was therapeutic for you. However, with your new seat mate in the picture, and his newfound determination to teach you about the world of K-pop, there was no way you could even think to participate in the lecture.
âWait, so, let me get this straight, you debuted from a survival show? What kind of dystopian bullshit is that?â Riki chuckled at your surprise, although he knew you were completely right. âYeah, it was not fun, but it was totally worth the hard times.â
You shook your head in disbelief, unable to fathom how someone could endure such hardship and almost trauma at such a young age. Come on, he did all of that at fourteen years old? You almost broke out into applause.
âAnyways!â Riki whispered, quiet enough to hide his voice from the ears of the professor, but just loud enough for you to hear him. âI should show you some of the music now.â
âHow would you play music right now?â
âHeadphones, obviously.â
âYou know those are forbidden in here, right?â
âWHAT?!â A loud whisper from Riki had you covering his mouth in haste, a small gasp leaving your lips at the volume of his voice. âGod, Riki, not so loud!â
âIâm sorry, but how are headphones forbidden? They help me focus!â You shook your head, replying, âProfessor Kang believes that they are a distraction, and are unnecessary during lectures, hence the big No Headphones! sign towards the door.â
âAw, man,â he grumbled, his lips forming a small frown. âIâll show you once classes are over, thenâ he quickly got over it, continuing, âWould the library be fine?â
You shot him a deadpan look.
âYeah, it felt stupid after I said it, nevermind.â He scratched the nape of his neck, a sheepish smile on his face. âWe could go to your house!â
âRiki!â You gasped. It was far too early in your friendship to invite him to your house; you just met the guy. âIâm out of ideas! Iâm not good at making friends with normal people!â His frantic whispers made you hysterical, cracking you up at the back of the lecture hall. âRiki, we could just go to a cafĂŠ or something.â
âToo public.â
âA convenience store?â
âI think that might be worse than a cafĂŠ.â
âAn alleyway? I donât know!â
âWoah, I didnât know you were a troublemaker, Miss [Name].â
âWhat do you do during the day?â You spoke in frustration, your hand running itself through your hair. âDo you just perform all day and sleep?â
âWell, Iâm mostly at the company building, practicing and whatnot, but Iâ Wait!â His eyes widened in realization, âThe company building! I can take you there!â
âOh, no way, Riki,â You waved your hands at him, quick to disagree. âThatâs too grand for a hangout!â
âAre you kidding? Itâs the perfect place to hang out!â He laid his head on the table in front of him, turning to face you with a pleading look. âJust trust me, [Name], people hang out with their friends there all the time!â That was a lie, barely anybody hung out with friends at the company unless they were both idols under the company, but you didnât need to know that just yet.
âAlright, fine,â you sighed. âBut if I get caught going in with you and I get attacked, I will never speak to you again.â
âAye, Aye, Captain!â Rikiâs head sprung from the table, imitating a soldier salute to you right after. You chuckled lightly.
Then the professor dismissed the lesson soon after, âPerfect timing,â Riki smirked. âLetâs get going, friend!â
âIf I run away right now, youâd probably catch me right away, right?â
âThat was a lot of rights, but yes, I would catch you.â
You rolled your eyes before walking out of the hall with Riki, his shoulders purposely bumping yours every once in a while.
âThis song is everything, Riki!â You were in shock. Matter of fact, shock might be an understatement for what you were feeling at the moment. Never in your life did you think youâd be listening to a K-pop song, and loving it, at that. âItâs my favorite track on the album,â He smiled, glad that you enjoyed Brought the Heat Back just as much as he did.
âI see why,â you nodded. âAlso, the styling is insane, who styled these outfits?â
âIâm not sure, to be honest. Probably our stylists.â
âOh, wow.â Everything about that song, from the stages to the music video to the song itself, was simply incredible. âWho is that?â You pointed to the member that was currently in the center of the choreography formation, small beauty marks decorating his face as he sung his part.
âThatâs Sunghoon, whyââ
âWrong. Thatâs the love of my life.â You kept rewinding the performance video, going back five seconds to replay Sunghoonâs part again and again. âHe has such pretty moles!â
âHey, I have moles, too!â
âBut are you Sunghoon?â
ââŚ.Youâre mean.â You chuckled at his sudden sulking, ruffling his styled hair. âIâm just kidding, you big baby.â You took time to search his face for the moles he had mentioned just a moment ago, immediately noticing a small one under his lips. âYour moles suit you, too, I guess.â
âYou guess? That wonât do, Iâm kicking you out.â He shook his head, immediately going to pick you up from the couch you were currently sprawled on in his practice room. âWait, Riki, put me down!â You laughed as he started walking towards the door, trying to literally kick you out.
âYou take it back!â
âFine! Your moles are decent-looking! Please put me down!â You were eventually able to push yourself off of him, meeting gazes with him as the two of you laughed your asses off.
âAHH, WOMAN!â The door suddenly sprung open, revealing a stunned ENHYPEN before Jungwon slammed the door right away. Your laughter quickly ceased, and you looked to Riki, who was looking back at you with a confused expression on his face.
âWere those yourââ
âYeah.â
A knock on the door came, the voice of Jungwon following along with it. âCan we come in?â
Riki looked you for confirmation, and you just shrugged. Who were you to deny them access into their own practice room, anyway? He walked to the door of the practice room, letting his members in as you started gathering your stuff from the couch.
From the corner of your eye, you saw the members of ENHYPEN coming in one by one, and, God, you almost passed out watching Sunghoon walk in. âI can see you, [Name],â Riki mumbled suddenly from beside you, going to help you with your stuff. âFuck! You scared me!â You paused for a moment to clench your chest with your hand.
âSo when did you suddenly decide that you were leaving?â
âSince the moment your members came and looked all intimidating.â
âAnd by members, you mean Sunghoon?â
âThatâs not the point.â
Riki shook his head with a chuckle, still going to see you out of the building nonetheless. âI had fun, [Name]. This was a first day of college to remember, for sure.â
You smiled, waving to him as you began walking away. âBye, Riki!â
He stood there, watching you walk away until physically could not see you anymore. He sighed, a small grin on his lips as he turned to go back to the practice room, not expecting to see Jungwon waiting behind him.
âFucking Hell!â
âA first day to remember, huh?â He smirked, his hand going to Rikiâs shoulder. âYouâre telling us every single detail when we get upstairs, you know that?â
âYeah, yeah, whatever.â He rolled his eyes playfully, as he had not one negative bone in his body, especially not after today.
Perhaps the small bit of negativity he had within had come from you having to leave so soon.
03. SWEETS
âHoly shit.. Holy shit!â Nora exclamations only increased the more you told her about yesterdayâs situation. âSo, let me get this straight, not only did you meet the Nishimura Riki, but you made friends with him, went out with him, and met his members?! Whenâs the marriage?â
âIâm gonna ignore that last part,â Your face scrunched up in a small disgust. Of course, you enjoyed Rikiâs company, and he was pretty funny, but after all, you did meet him yesterday; dating him was out of the question. âWas that his full name you said just now?â
âHe never told you?â
âIt never came up.â
âWow,â Nora exhaled, disbelief etched into her features. âI canât believe yesterday happened. Are you two going out again soon?â
You shook your head. âI truly doubt it. He wasnât in class today, so Iâm guessing heâs busy today.â
Nora sighed, âAh, that makes sense. Canât expect a guy like him to be here every day.â
Her words had you thinking all of a sudden. You made sure to keep yourself a proper distance from Riki so that you wouldnât get attached. After all, he wouldnât always be free, and getting clingy would only drive the two of you apart. Noted.
âWanna have lunch at the local cafĂŠ today? I miss my croffles,â Nora asked, not forgetting to shoot you a pair of puppy eyes. âIâm not saying yes because of the puppy eyes, never do those again.â
âBut is it a yes?â
âI, too, really want some croffles right now.â
âWoohoo!â Nora clapped her hands softly, skipping out of campus with her arm linked with yours.
The two of you suddenly stopped at the entrance. âWhatâs with all the cameras?â Noraâs head tilted in confusion, her brows furrowed. âI wish I knew,â you replied, looking at the camera crew that stood outside the cafĂŠ. âAre they shooting a commercial or something?â
One of the directors suddenly made eye contact with you, and signaled for you to go inside. You were hesitant, but still walked in with Nora.
The cafĂŠ was you and your best friendâs personal favorite. Not only was their coffee top-tier, but their specialty, croffles, or croissant-waffles, were unbelievably tasty.
Yet, when you met gazes with the seven members of ENHYPEN behind the counter instead of the usual baristas, all you wanted to do in that moment was run out of the building. However, there was no backing out of this, and you proceeded to the counter to order.
A member who you remembered to be Sunoo was taking your orders, and he was super sweet. You were shocked when you heard it was his first time working a part-time job, he was a natural. You didnât think heâd recognized you yet, since he was surprisingly calm in front of you, and you prayed to the heavens that he wouldnât notice.
However, the lingering gaze of Riki had caught your attention, and it made you incredibly nervous. The second yours and Noraâs orders were paid for, the two of you quickly went to find a table.
Nora didnât spare a second. âHello, what was that?!â She whispered, hoping the members wouldnât hear her, and you shrugged. âWhy are they suddenly working at a cafĂŠ? I thought they were singers!â
Nora shook her head, âTheyâre probably filming for En Oâ Clock.â
ââŚEn-O-What now?â
âOh, God,â Your best friend chuckled, âItâs their variety show that they have. Itâs basically just them playing games or doing random challenges to keep fans entertained while they prepare their next album.â
âOh wow.â You didnât know what to say. You knew being an idol was a handful, but you didnât know that this much work and planning was put into everything they did.â
Nora suddenly tensed, her expression stiffened as her eyes darted behind you, catching you by surprise. âNora, why are youââ
âFancy seeing you here, sweets,â an arm suddenly wraps around your shoulder, the seat next to you being occupied by none other than Nishimura Riki.
âWow, petname basis already, Nishimura? Donât you think youâre moving a bit quick?â You play along with his sudden flirting, a smirk on your lips.
âIâm a man of haste,â he fires back with a wink, catching you, and Nora, by great surprise. You exchanged looks of surprise, amusing the guy beside you. âAnyways, where did you learn my full name? âCause I never told it to you.â
âI think you forget youâre world-famous, Riki.â
âMe? World-famous?â He gasps, a dramatic hand on his heart, âIâm all but a mere barista!â You punch his shoulder playfully, and he laughs in response. âAnd you must be Nora, right?â He turns to Nora, his hand out for her to shake it.
âThatâs me,â she chuckled awkwardly, shaking Rikiâs hand. âNice to meet you, Ni-ki.â
âPlease, weâre friends now! Call me Riki.â
âOh! Well, alright!â Noraâs dry responses were, though a bit painful to watch, extremely funny. You let out a small giggle, covering your mouth with your hand. âI think your food is ready, Iâll be back!â Riki got up from his seat, going over to the counter to pick up your orders.
âSo, sweets?â
âShut up.â
âSince when has he been calling you with petnames?â Any time Nora would hear about you and Riki, sheâd always get super giddy, living her fangirl dreams through your interactions with him. âSince right now!â You whispered, âI had no idea he was this bold!â
âYou better used to it, heâs an insane flirt.â
âOh, lord.â
âWho orders this many croffles for themselves?â Riki suddenly chimed in from behind you, again. âOh, my god!â You flinched at his voice, snapping your neck to look at him. âYou get scared really easily, Miss [Name]. You should get that checked out.â You rolled your eyes as you helped him set the food on the table. âAnyways, Iâm guessing you have a crazy sweet tooth.â
âIs that why you keep calling me sweets?â
âWell, yes. I also just want to,â he smiled, âbut thatâs a big part of it. I mean, come onâ five croffles? Are they that good?â
âAre you kidding? Theyâre delicious, try some!â You took a knife from the table, cutting the croffle into a small piece before picking it up with a fork, passing it to Riki. He took a bite, and his eyes widened.
âRight?â
âPlease invite me the next time you and Nora come here.â
âI thought cafĂŠs were too public?â
âIâd risk it all for these croffles, holy shit!â He quickly sat down, turning to you. âCan I eat one of your croffles?â
âSure, whatever.â Riki smiled, cutting up a croffle from your plate, eating the pieces with the fork youâd given him. âRiki, you kind of took my fork.â He realized that you had been staring at him eat, and he quickly apologized, handing you your fork back and running to grab another one.
âHe gave you his fork?â Nora gasped.
âIt was my fork first.â
âAnd then he ate from it, and now youâre eating from it.â
âNora, please.â Your best friend chuckled, shaking her head as Riki came back. âHowâd you get back so quick?â Nora asked, a quizzical expression on her face. âAs I said, Iâm a man of haste.â
Conversation had flourished as the three of you ate together. Eventually, youâd ended up sharing the majority of your croffles with Riki, and you knew you werenât going to hear the end of it from Nora, kind of similar to how Riki was going to be bombarded with questions by his members after the shoot was over.
Everything felt so natural, so peaceful, Riki had completely forgotten he was filming, and he didnât care at all. There was no place heâd rather be at that moment than here, at the table with you and Nora, hanging out together.
âRiki, we have more customers!â Jay yelled from behind the counter, making the boy look back with a sad expression. âOkay I have to go now,â he sighed. âIâm going to leave my phone here with you guys, open the case!â
âRiki, what?â
âBye!â He sprinted away, catching you and Nora by surprise. You chuckled with her, going over to take the case off his phone. You were met with a small piece of paper inside the case. You quickly unwrapped the note, reading what it said.
010XXXXX, text me ;) â nrk
ps: make a group chat with nora in it, we need to all hang out together again!!!!
âWhat does it say?â Nora walked over to you, looking over your shoulder to read the note. âOh my god, Oh my god!â
You looked back at the counter, immediately meeting gazes with Riki. âIdiot,â you mouthed, to which he replied with a small chuckle. What a guy, Nishimura Riki.
03 1/2. THE GROUP CHAT
the three musketeers
opened 12:09AM
you: alright who came up with this name
riki: isnât it cute?????
you: no
riki: oof.. tough crowd đ
nora: LMAO
riki: everyone CHILL itâs not bully riki hour
nora: i fear it actually is.. 12:09 is bully riki hour
riki: YOU TOO??? i thought we were friends nora <\33
nora: i am loyal to [name] and [name] only đŤĄ
you: heh
riki: i gagged..𤢠nora get well soon
you: gagged your ass đđđ im her fr
-> 12:10AM â riki left the conversation.
nora: I CANT
-> 12:10AM â nora has added riki to the conversation.
riki: why
nora: because
riki: i understand
you: ???????anyways nora are we on for a movie marathon in two weeks
nora: OH MY GOD YES IâVE BEEN WAITING LETS DO IT
you: OKAY YES
riki: would you like to come riki? WHAT, ME? OF COURSE!!!
you: đ
đ
đ
whoops
riki: nono stand on that
riki: iâm pulling up to your house with a stink bomb
you: GOD NO IM SORRY RIKI PLSPSLSPSLS COME TO MOVIE NIGHT IN TWO WEEKS
riki: wow thanks!! âşď¸âşď¸
nora: broâs a master manipulator
riki: QUIET.
04. A LITTLE WHITE LIE
âYou were so right, Jungwon!â Riki chuckled on the living room couch as Jungwon shook his head with a smile, taking in his younger memberâs endearing acts. âThese past few months have been so fun; I canât believe I barely attended school in the past!â
âSchool is a good experience, believe it or not,â Jungwon shrugged, and Riki nodded in agreement. âSo, tell me more about your little friend group. I know youâve been talking to them nonstop.â
âOh, yes! [Name] and Nora! Theyâre so funny, and they alwaysâŚâ The boy had been ranting without realizing, and Jungwon couldnât help but laugh. It was cute hearing about the time you and him nearly burnt down Noraâs apartment trying to make your own croffles, and the time he had beat you and Nora in an intense round of Dress to Impress during what was supposed to be their movie marathon. He loved hearing all about it.
The truth was: Riki hadnât been as lively lately. Before he started going to college, heâd been gloomier than usual, barely leaving his room and sleeping whenever he got the chance. Jungwon had proposed the idea to Riki so that maybe, just maybe, he would get that boost of energy heâd been needing for so long.
He was happy to see that Riki was having a good time at university, and almost felt indebted to you and Nora for reigniting back that spark of his thatâd been dying out.
âTheyâre good friends, [Name] and Nora?â
âThe best of friends.â Riki smiled, suddenly turning to his phone when it lit up with a notification from the three musketeers group chat. âIs that them?â Jungwon pointed to the phone, and Riki nodded. He watched as he texted with his friends, almost shocked at how immersed he was in the conversation.
âIâll let you be.â Jungwon left Riki in the living room, walking back to his room.
the three musketeers
-> opened 8:38PM
nora: ALERT ALERT JAE HUANG IS THROWING A PARTY ON SATURDAY âźď¸âźď¸
riki: who???đ
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you: oh gosh
nora: jae huang is probably the most ICONIC party thrower on campus
nora: like seriously guys those parties are crazy fun
you: iâm not a big party person tho đđ
riki: sounds funđđ iâm in
you: what.
nora: riki. youâre an eighteen year old in one of kpops biggest boybands
riki: i wouldnât say biggest..đ more âon the riseâ
you: YOU CANT ATTEND THE PARTYđđ
riki: WHY NOT
nora: i think you underestimate jae huangs parties⌠way too many ppl attend those and youâd be recognized right away
you: and how would it look if we brought you to a college party and paparazzi caught whiff of it
riki: guys seriously iâll be fineđ i already asked the guys and theyâre fine with it as long as i donât drink
nora: they agreed that easy??
riki: yes!! so thereâs nothing to worry about!!! iâll be there
you: ginger ale all night. maybe fanta if you want something strong.
riki: got it đŤĄđŤĄ im more of a sprite guy though
you: gingerale and sprite
riki: does this mean youâre coming?????
you: somebody needs to babysit youđ¤ˇââď¸
riki: ⌠iâm gonna ignore that and just assume youâre coming bc u want to have fun!
nora: this is going to be a blast AHHH [NAME] LETS GO SHOPPING
you: i cant waitđŤ¤đŤ¤
Riki actually hadnât asked the guys to go to the party, knowing the obvious answer would be no and maybe âAre you crazy?!â But he was determined to attend, he just had to lie a little.
A little white lie never hurt anybody, right?
âHoly fuck, is that Ni-Ki from ENHYPEN?!â
âNo wayâŚâ
âWhatever, letâs drink!â
You had no clue who Jae Huang was, but he threw a mean party. Music blasted through the entire house, all the laughter and screams nearly overpowering the speakers.
âSomething tells me that this house does not have ginger-ale,â Riki gulped.
You nodded nervously. âTell me about it.â
It took about five seconds for Nora to get lost in the swarm of people in the house, her shiny dress immediately disappearing from your line of sight. âOh, God,â you shook your head, and Riki laughed.
âThe one and only Nishimura Riki!â A loud voice suddenly came from behind the two of you, the voice being none other than Jae Huang himself. You and Riki made eye contact for a brief moment, you shrugging before Riki went to greet Jae. âI hear youâre quite the party-thrower around campus,â he chuckled awkwardly, dabbing Jae up. âAh, itâs nothing too big, just a small gathering.â
You mumbled to yourself, âa small gathering?â You shook your head immediately.
âThis is a lively gathering,â Riki nodded, taking in the scene. âWho is this you came with?â Jae looked over to you, and your eyes widened in surprise. At the mention of your name, Riki's eyes lit up, immediately pulling you over to introduce you. "Oh, this is [Name]!" Jae grabbed your hand, kissing it as he introduced himself. âIâm Jae, nice to meet you, [Name].â You were quick to flush at the gesture, cheeks a deep red from the sudden action. âMhm! Nice to meet you!â You failed to notice Rikiâs small frown from beside you.
âMind if I steal Ni-Ki for a moment?â You immediately nodded, letting Jae take Riki, his face quickly forming into a look of panic. He looked to you as Jae started pulling him away.
âNo, I canât!â He mouthed.
âIâm sorry!â You mouthed back, a pang of guilt suddenly hitting you. And it was almost as if it had been waiting for you, because as soon as you turned around, a glass bottle of beer stood in front of you, almost begging to be drunk.
You contemplated for a moment, was it a good decision? After all, you had to babysit, and someone had to be sober enough to call the cab (and it wasnât going to be Nora).
âAh,â you shrugged your shoulders, âOne bottle wonât hurt.â
You should have stuck to babysitting.
âWant a drink?â Jae pushed a red cup of something that smelled so foreign it made Rikiâs face scrunch in disgust. âYou got soda, by chance?â
âI got you,â Jae took a can of sprite from the refrigerator, tossing it to the younger boy. âAh, thanks.â
Riki was uncomfortable. Sitting on a couch with Jae and his friends, watching as they engaged in meaningless conversation. Seriously, what was so fun about knowing each otherâs toe sizes?
The topic suddenly switched into something more serious, and it took everything in Riki not to sprint off that couch.
âYou see that girl?â Jae pointed out one of the girls outside, dancing to the music thatâs playing. âSheâs hot!â Riki felt himself sinking into the couch as Jaeâs friends laughed; this was not his crowd.
âUgh, I need a girlfriend,â One guy said.
âSame, too bad everyoneâs ugly,â Another guy replied.
âHey, what about the girl you came with, Ni-Ki?â Jae turned to the boy, his arm around his shoulder. âWhat was her name, [Name]? Sheâd be fun to play with.â Riki was almost dumbfounded at Jaeâs words, disgusted at his train of thought. Is that all those guys see in women? People to play with? No way.
â[Name] isnât a toy, Jae. Calm yourself.â Riki took the olderâs arm off of him, inching away from him on the couch. It didnât do much, as Jae only came closer. âAre you kidding man?â
âOne night with her, and Iâd be a happy man.â That was it. A crowd suddenly gathered around the two once Rikiâd thrown a nasty punch at Jaeâs face, going at him with everything he had. âDonât fucking talk about her like that!â
It didnât take long before the majority of the house was deserted, everybody bunched together near the entrance, and naturally, you followed the crowd.
âA fight? With who?â
âApparently itâs the singer guy!â
âNi-Ki from ENHYPEN?! Shut up!â If you were drunk before, those words definitely sobered you up. Blood drained from your face as you began pushing through the crowd. You needed to get to Riki, and get him out of that party now.
When you got to the front of the crowd, your eyes widened. Jae and Riki were going at it, and they were both bloody in the face.
âShit, is the famous one winning?â
âI donât know, man. Jaeâs got him good.â
âEh, I think itâs a tie. Jaeâs about to pass out, but dancer dude is perfectly stable.â
âHe shouldâve known not to drink so much before getting into a fight.â
âWho cares? This is crazy!â
You shook your head, running to Riki. âRiki!â you yelled from behind, and he quickly turned around. â[Name]?â Jae took this as the perfect time to take a swing at Rikiâs face, landing a strong punch on his nose. âFuck!â He turned back to Jae, sent one last impact to his cheek, and thankfully, he tapped out, flying to the couch.
âGod damnit! I had my money on him!â
You stomped over to him, grabbing his wrist. âWhat the hell is your issue?!â Riki remained stoic, shaking your hand off. âItâs nothing, letâs go.â
âYou think you can just walk away from this, Ni-Ki?! With that fucking whore?!â
âHey, watch your mouth, asshole!â
âRiki, letâs go!â You had to drag him out the house before he went another round with Jae. You closed the door, leaving just you and him on the front porch. âWhat was that, Riki?! Why would you get into a fight with him?!â
âHeâs a dick, thatâs why!â He hissed. âHe deserved everything that hit him!â
âGod, Riki, do you realize how serious this is?! The publicâs going to find about this, and youâre going to be in huge troubleââ
âI donât care, [Name]! He said some fucked up things, and he got what he deserved, and thatâs it!â
âI doubt it was that serious, Riki. Control your temper, for fuckâs sake!â
Riki laughed, shaking his head. Anger was obvious on his face, steam nearly shooting from his ears. âYou should be glad I punched that asshole! This whole thing started because he thought it would be a good idea to start talking shit about you!â
âWhat?â You stopped, brows suddenly furrowing. â[Name], Jae said some really bad things, and it got me upset.â Normally, youâd hear him out, and apologize for lashing out, but with the current tension in the air, and the gallons of alcohol in your system, the only thing you could do was keep yelling.
âWho asked you to defend me?! I could have handled that myself!â You shouted, running a hand through your hair in frustration. âGive me a break, [Name]! With the way you were looking at him, I guarantee he couldâve sweet-talked himself out of trouble!â Your eyes widened. âWhat do you mean âthe way I looked at himâ?â
âYou looked you wanted to eat his face off the second he kissed your hand!â
âWhat does that have to do with anything? I donât like him like that, Riki!â
âIt sure looks like you do!â He started walking off the porch, and you quickly followed behind him. âWhat is this about, Riki? Seriously, talk to me!â
âNo, [Name]! Iâm done trying to explain myself to you. Itâs not like itâs working out anyway; You keep defending fuckass Jae, anyway!â
Tears were filling your eyes, the intensity of the argument getting to you. âIâm not defending him, Iâm looking out for you!â
âYou arenât! Youâre completely ignoring the fact that I did all of this to protect you, and instead coming at my throat for beating up your precious boy.â He turned to you with a scowl, almost disgusted by your presence. Riki sighed, âHave fun with him, [Name], I give up. Iâm leaving.â He walked away, and you let him.
You quickly called Nora, and left with her in a cab soon after. Your head was pounding with everything going on, and it didnât help that you were insanely tipsy.
Getting to your apartment, you immediately broke down into tears, sliding down your door with your face in your hands.
After tonight, you had no clue what was going to happen. And what you were sure of, was that you were dreading classes tomorrow.
05. SUE ME, HEESEUNG!
âItâs one in the morning, where have you beenâ What the fuck happened to your face?â Jungwon gasped at the sight of Rikiâs face, bruised and bleeding. âI really donât want to talk about it, Iâve had enough for one night.â
âYeah, had enough doing what? Why the hell are you all beat up?!â
âJungwon, please! Give me a break!â Riki suddenly lashed out, the events of earlier leaving him in a hostile position. âI shouldnât have listened to you, I knew this wouldnât work out!â
âHey, no,â Jungwon scowled. âYou donât get to be angry right now. You show up in the middle of the night bleeding from your head with a black eye, and decide to blow up at me? The fuck did I do?! Do you know how much trouble you could be in if anyone saw you like that?!â
Riki held his head in frustration, his anger numbing the pain of all the bruises on his face. âI donât care about what the public sees, Jungwon! I couldnât care less!â He held his index finger up, pointing it in Jungwonâs face. âYou want to know what you did, Jungwon? You convinced me to go to college, to make friends, to fall in love with someone, and I did! I fell in love with an asshole!â
Jungwon gasped. âRikiâŚis it [Name]ââ
âDonât even mention her name near me. Iâm over it.â The boy shook his head, stomping towards his room with a huff. âRiki, we arenât done discussing this!â
âNo, I think we are, because I am!â He slammed the door, making Jungwon inch back at the noise. Even so, he wouldnât give up, because this was how Riki was. He would hide all his feelings, and explode if he was pushed too far.
Normally, Jungwon would let Riki figure it out on his own, but right now, he could tell that he needed to be comforted. He slowly walked to his door, knocking on it.
Rikiâs voice broke. âJungwonââ
âYou donât have to tell me anything, just let me in.â Hesitantly, he opened the door, tears running down his cheeks as he sniffled softly. âI fought for her, literally. I fought for her, Jungwon, and she didnât even care! She just blew up at me, some shit about my image; she didnât even notice!â Jungwon patted the boyâs back as he fell to the floor, his sniffles shifting into loud sobs.
Heâd never seen Riki cry this hard in his life, and it was heartbreaking. âIâm so sorry, Riki.â Jungwon sighed, his chest aching as he watched the boy beside him almost yell out in agony.
Hiatus. Riki had been put on hiatus.
It didnât take long before the news spread all over the internet, and BELIFT was quick to handle the rumors, both confirming them and announcing that Riki would be put on hiatus until he could âcontrol himself.â
Not only that, the poor guy was grounded.
After the rest of his members and his manager had found out about what had happened, theyâd become livid. Not only had he gone to a college party, with alcoholic drinks, without their knowledge, heâd also decided to throw a few punches at the obnoxious host, who could not keep his mouth shut after the incident. After a long discussion with the members (Riki not included), theyâd decided that letting Riki go outside with all these rumors was not a good idea.
And so, he was put on house arrest, grounded, punished. His phone was confiscated, he was suspended from his college campus, so even if he tried to escape, he couldnât go to school and try anything, and his manager managed to take his shoes, all of them, so that he couldnât go outside unless he was willing to walk out barefoot.
It seemed that he had it bad, but little did he know, you had it worse.
â[Name]! Over here!â
âHow did you manage to enchant Nishimura Riki, [Name]?!â
âShe isnât even all that..â
âBro, Ni-Ki couldnât come up to me instead? Iâm literally his type!â
Straight up torture. You had no clue how Riki did it. How he dealt with press and their snoopy selves like it was nothing, like it wasnât so, so fucking annoying. Nora had her arm around your shoulder, guiding you to your classes as you could barely squeeze your way through the formed crowds on campus.
It didnât take long for everybody to know what happened. After all, gossip spread fast at your university, and with an idol added to the mix, best believe people were filled in from the moment that party concluded.
And with gossip comes rumors. Lots of âem.
âI heard that she was two-timing Ni-Ki and Jae Huang!â
âNo way! That little whore!â soft giggles came from the halls as students stared at you with Nora.
âYou think she knows ENHYPEN?â
âOh my god, I actually need Jakeâs number, letâs ask!â
As if youâd been possessed, and Jesus had taken the wheel, you turned on your heel, running out of campus, through the whispering crowds, through the paparazzi, leaving Nora dumbstruck in the halls.
âHuh? [Name]!â By the time she had gone to chase after you, your figure was nowhere to be found, disguised amidst the tons of people outside. âFucking hell.â
Clips of the ambush on you spread like wildfire on the internet, ENGENES scrambling to figure out who it was that âsabotaged their Ni-kiâs image.â You could only sit in your apartment in complete silence, only the sound of your sniffles being heard in the room.
Of all people that this could have happened to, why you? What was it about you that Riki found so interesting that he just had to talk to you?
You thought back to the argument you had with him, your face scrunching up in confusion.
âWhat does that have to do with anything? I donât like him like that, Riki!â
âWell, it sure looks like you do!â
You thought the entire situation was uncalled for, especially this part. Why was he so concerned about whether or not you liked Jae Huang? If he really knew you, he would know that youâve never once showed interest in the guy.
For fuckâs sake, itâd be more believable if you suddenly said you had a crush on Riki!
His name gave you migraines, both of them. You couldnât believe what you had gotten yourself into, what he had got you into.
Never again. Like, ever.
The only entertainment Riki had was the television screen in his room, which, thankfully, had cable on it. Unfortunately, however, he only had two channels: Cinemax, and SBS News.
It was nine oâ clock at night, but he wasnât tired yet. The boy was convinced heâd already seen all the movies on the movie channel at least thrice, and was so bored he decided to turn on the only other channel he had. He switches to the news channel with a sigh.
ââŚOlympian An Se-Young wins gold at the badminton competition, Oh! And breaking news, K-Pop fans have found out the identity of the girl who has seemingly put ENHYPENâs Ni-Ki on an indefinite hiatus, saying that her name is [Full Name]. According to popular belief, she hadâŚâ
The television proceeded to show videos of you being bombarded by paparazzi on campus, calling you names, yelling questions at you, along with the clip of you running home shortly after. Riki couldnât believe what he was hearing, and felt powerless.
Hearing what they called you, seeing your information all over his TV screen, it made him sick to his stomach. And knowing that he was the one who caused this made him feel terrible. He knew that he wasnât able to leave the dorms since his shoes were confiscated, and even if he were to leave, chances are you wouldnât even open your door for him.
He could only bring his knees up to his chin, sighing as he continued to watch. It was painful to see you so distraught; he hadnât seen you like this before. It stung even more when another video played, this time a video of her apartment door, painted with messages that read Stay away from Ni-Ki! and Whore! in bright red marker.
He swore that he would learn to control his temper after the party, but looking at the video, he couldnât stay at the dorms any longer.
Of course, he couldnât go to your place. With everything going on, there was no way in hell you would open the door for him, but he knew someone who might.
Heâd packed a luggage filled with at least a weekâs worth of clothing, and waltzed into Heeseungâs empty room, picking up the first pair of slippers he came across.
âWhat the hell? Where are you going?â Walking out to the living room, he met gazes with said Heeseung, who was boiling ramen for himself.
âIâm leaving.â Riki responded nonchalantly, walking over to the kitchen counter to take a face covering. âUm, no, youâre not. You canât leave.â Heeseung argued, shaking his head.
âWell, I have to go! Sue me, Heeseung!â He grabbed the face covering, and grabbed his luggage, and stormed out the dorm, making sure to take the stairs so the other members wouldnât catch him in the elevator.
He walked for a good hour and a half, paying no mind to the weird stares he got by civilians. After long, he arrived to the apartment building, ringing up a random apartment with the excuse that he had a delivery so that heâd be let in.
He stopped at the door, a small sigh leaving his lips. What if she didnât let him in? What would he tell the guys? Where would he stay then?
He shook his head, hesitating before knocking on the door. Surprisingly, it didnât take long before the door opened, revealing a stunned Nora in front of him.
âWhat the fuck?â
06. RIKI AND NORAâS GRAND SCHEME
âNora, hi..â Riki chuckled nervously, gulping at Noraâs stern expression. âNo,â her hand went to close the door, but Riki quickly stopped the door before it could go completely shut. âNora, please,â he begged, âI have nowhere to go.â
âYou canât go home? You know, where you actually live?â
âThe thing is.. I ran away.â
ââŚThen go back?â
âI was grounded.â
Silence filled the hall for a good two seconds before Nora burst out into laughter. âAt your big age! You got grounded! This is so funny!â She slapped her knee, and Riki could only roll his eyes. âWell, now you understand my situation, so can I please crash here for a couple of days?â
Her hand went to her chin, rubbing it as if she were pondering. âOn one condition.â
âWhat?â
âYou tell me what really happened between you and [Name].â Riki tensed at the mention of your name, and Nora was quick to notice. âJesus.â
âShe hasnât told you?â Riki questioned, and she shook her head. âAll I know is that you punched someone, I donât know why, though. She also hasnât told me why you two are disagreeing right now.â
âItâs a long story,â Riki looks a her with a small sigh, âI can tell you if I come in.â Nora rolls her eyes, âFine, but you will leave no details out.â
ââŚOh my.â She was rendered speechless, her only reaction being a small gasp. âSo, you like her? Like, like-like her?â
Riki nodded. âYes, I like-like her.â He was still coming to terms with the fact that heâd fallen for you.
He had realized during the movie marathon a few weeks back that heâd felt something for you, but only let himself accept it after the party.
FLASHBACK â A FEW WEEKS AGOâŚ
âOh my god, that outfit is horrendous, Riki!â You and Nora broke out into tears, the giggles leaving your mouth making Riki sulk. The three of you had been playing a random dress-up game you found online, and what you noticed was that, despite Rikiâs impeccable fashion sense in real life, he did not know how to style himself in games.
âOh, come on, guys! Itâs not even that bad!â Riki whined, still pressing buttons to get his character to pose on the runway. âAre you kidding?â Nora started, âThe full fur combo? Rookie mistake!â
âHey, Iâm a PRADA ambassador! Itâs abstract!â Not even his brand deals could save him from yours and Noraâs teasing, as you continue to laugh out loud because of his outfit. âI quit!â He put his phone down on your couch, kicking his feet. âWe should be watching movies right now, not bullying me!â
You shook your head, endeared by the boy in front of you. âOkay fine, you big baby.â You ran your hand through his hair, ruffling it with a laugh, and Riki found himself awestruck by you.
Was it the way you laughed, or how safe he felt under your touch, or how pretty you looked with your Snorlax onesie and your hair tied? He wasnât sure, but he felt a warm feeling spread throughout his chest, and up his neck, heating up the entire area.
He suddenly leaned into your touch, moving his head to your shoulder as he grabbed the remote, âI vote for The Bee Movie!â
âNo!â You and Nora shouted in unison, and he could only laugh.
TIME SKIP â PRESENT TIMEâŚ
âLord, I hated that movie,â Nora shook her head at Rikiâs taste in films, and, like always, he laughed again. âYou donât get it like I do!â
âAnyways..â He started again, his tone going serious, âthe real reason why I came here was to ask you for help. With [Name].â Nora tilted her head, puzzled, and Riki continued.
âI saw everything that was happening to her on the news, and I was so worried. I felt terrible for causing her so much trouble, but I couldnât apologize since I didnât have my phone.â
âThey really grounded you, huh?â
âIâm being serious, Nora!â Nora nodded with a small chuckle, signaling for him to continue. âSo I was thinking that youâd help me apologize to her⌠in person.â Noraâs expression stiffened, in deep thought.
âI donât know, Riki..â She sighed. âShe wonât even fully open up to meâ no offense, but if she wonât talk to me, thereâs no way sheâll talk to you.â
Rikiâs head hung low, his prior optimism slowly deteriorating. âI wish I could help you, Ki, Iâm serious. I just donât know if I can.â
He sat quietly for a moment, before speaking again. âDo you really think Iâm that much of a lost cause?â
âShe was really hurt that night, Riki. Sheâs still hurting, maybe worse than before.â Nora turned to him, a sudden glint of determination in her eyes. âI canât say for sure if sheâll forgive you, but Iâm willing to try for you.â Rikiâs eyes lit up, and she smiled.
âYouâve become such an important person in her life; I truly havenât seen her so upbeat until she met you, and I never want her to lose that momentum she has right now, so if youâre the one who can bring her back, then Iâll try my best to get you to her.â
Riki was beaming, immediately pulling Nora into a tight hug. âThank you, thank you, thank you!â His smile was uncontainable, you could practically hear that grin when he spoke.
âOkay, Rikiâ Youâre choking me. Riki!â
The plan was simple: Nora would ask you to hang out, and hopefully, youâd say yes, but instead of meeting up with her, Riki would show up in her place and save their friendship.
It was so easy, yet Riki still managed to screw it up. How?
ynnnnnieeeeee
-> coversation opened at 3:12PM
nora: [nameeeee] đ how r u doing
you: iâm as good as a girl being harassed by the public can be!!! not very good
nora: im so sorry babe :// this whole thing sucks
you: yeahhh but what can i do
you: i made the decision to associate myself with a popular guy đđđđ regretting it heavy rn
nora: cmon [name] dont say that
nora: you know he is ur best friend,, you canât just let him go so easy
you: WRONG! he WAS my best friend before he decided that he knew what was best for me
nora: [name]đđđ how abt i take ur mind off things for a bit
you: ????
nora: your fav beach, 5pm todayđđ you know u want to
you: ugh you know me so wellđđ i didnât even know i told u that
nora: what can i say đ¤ˇââď¸ anyways SEE U THERE!
you: see ya :))
big rik
-> conversation opened at 3:17PM
nora: [two screenshots] she lowk hates you rn but riki and noraâs grand scheme is a GO!!!
riki: HELL YES (FUCKKKđđđ)!!! she liked the beach idea right đđđ
nora: dude she loved it so bad how did u even think of that
riki: she mentioned it to me a few weeks back and she was super passionate about it đĽšđĽš it was so cute
nora: ewwww loverboy im vomitting
riki: yeah bc i gagged ur ass
nora: âŚ..
riki: THOUGHT SO!!!
Five in the afternoon was slowly approaching, and Riki made sure to get there before you, leaving the house at roughly 4:30 to beat you there.
Unfortunately for him, heâd made it at the same time as you, but you hadnât seen him yet, even though heâd seen you.
You looked tired, your eyes bloodshot red, your feet practically dragging along the concrete as you walked, it was heartbreaking.
As if it couldnât get worse, youâd been bumped into by a group of guys on the same sidewalk as you. Just as you were about to enter the beach, you were stopped by three guys, both of them oddly familiar. Then, you recognized them as Jae Huangâs friends, the same Jae Huang whoâdâ
âWell, if it isnât Korea Universityâs top whore!â One of the guys laughed, the rest following along. âWait until Jae hears about thisâ God, you look terrible!â You looked down, trying to walk past them, but one of them quickly pushed you back, causing you to stumbled backwards.
âCâmon, babe,â one of the guys started, âyou donât want to hang with us? Donât be like that.â You nearly gagged, the sight of the three guys making you sick. Why did this have to happen to you?
âPlease, can I just goââ
âYouâre so annoying!â Another guy grabbed you by the wrist, yanking you away from the beach as you tried your hardest to wriggle your hand out of his grip. That wasâ until you were set free.
âThatâs enough, you three.â You turned, shocked at the familiar voice. âRiki?â
âAw, look! Itâs prince charming coming to save you once again!â the three guys laughed, but Riki remained still. âLet her go,â he demanded, but they didnât budge, keeping you in their grip.
âNot so fast, buddy. Sheâs ours.â
âIn what world? Utopia?â Riki chuckled bitterly, shaking his head. âThat Jae Huang really doesnât learn,â he walked up to the guy holding your wrist, and harshly pulled his hand away, catching him by surprise. âWhat the fuââ
âNow, I want you to send Jae a small message for me, can you do that?â He had the man held by the collar, frightening the other two. Theyâd been there to see Jaeâs ass get beat by Riki, so they knew not to get physical with him.
âYou tell Huang to stay the fuck away from [Name], or Iâll make sure he never shows his face again.â He let go of the guyâs collar, and the three ran off, scared shitless.
He was quick to turn to you, eyes widening when he noticed you walking away from him. â[Name]! Wait up, please!â He gently placed his hand on your shoulders, stopping you in your tracks. âPlease, just let me explain everything.â
âWhereâs Nora?!â
âWhat? Sheâs at the house!â
ââThe house?â What, are you two roommates or something?â
âWhat? No! Only for a little while until Iâm ungroundedâ Thatâs not the point, [Name]!â He sighed, the nerves nearly eating him alive. âIâm about to say a lot, so make sure youâre listening.â
âWhaââ
âIâm sorry, [Name]. Really fucking sorry.â He sighed. âWhen I was at the party, Jae had said some weird stuff about you, and it pissed me off, and I punched him. I didnât know that the situation would escalate, and I really should have thought about how this would hurt you before I did anything. Now youâre being assaulted in public, being ridiculed for no reason online, and itâs all my fault. [Name], I feel terrible.â
âRikiââ
âNo, [Name], let me finish.â You stopped so he could continue. âIâd understand if you still didnât want to talk to me, but I just want you to know that youâre so important to me, and despite everything thatâs happened, these past few months have been the best months in my life, all thanks to you. I truly do care for you, and I hate to see you hurting, so please, keep your head up, if not for me, then for Nora. Donât let the public get to youâ they like to break you down until you canât get up, but I know you, and I know that youâre strong, and youâre better than all of them. I know youâll be able to bounce back,â he chuckled, âyou always do. Just never lose that pretty smile of yours, hmm?â
When he was met with silence, he nodded softly, turning on his heel to walk away when suddenly, you grabbed his wrist, engulfing him into the embrace heâd missed so much. He immediately wrapped his arms around you.
âRiki, I-Iâm so sorry,â you sniffled, sobs getting louder the longer you stayed in Rikiâs embrace. âYou have nothing to apologize for, you could never hurt me.â He smiled, and you felt yourself mesmerized by the light in his grin. You nodded, slowly pulling away.
He held his hand out in front of you. âSo, do you still want to go to the beach? Itâs still light out.â You grabbed his hand, replying, âIâd love that.â
And the two of you walked down to the beach.
âYou know, if my members find me, they might never let me outside again.â
âYouâre an idiot, Nishimura.â
âOnly for you, Sweets.â
07. BEST PART â FINALE.
âNora, Iâm out of clothes!â Riki paced around the living room, pointing to his luggage that now carried nothing but perfume and accessories. âI think that means that you need to go home now, Riki,â she replied, a small chuckle leaving her lips at his distress.
âYou love seeing me suffer, donât you?â
âIt brightens my day.â
âUgh!â Riki groans, running his hands through his hair. âHow am I supposed to go home?! Iâm going to get my ass beat!â Nora sighs, shaking her head. âRiki, you just need to go there and give them a damn-good apology! You obviously canât stay here much longer.â
âAre you sure you donât have any oversized clothes in your closet for me?â
âYouâve left me with no choice.â
âShe kicked me out, [Name]! Like actually, kicked me out with her foot!â You laughed from the other side of the phone line, dumbfounded. âNow why would she do that?â Your tone was teasing, but Riki didnât pick it up because of how badly he was panicking. âI donât know! She wants me to go home, even though Iâm going to get grounded again! Can you believe it?!â
âOkay, Riki, donât freak outâŚâ You spoke cautiously, ââŚbut you know how you made me share my location with you?â
âYesâŚitâs a safety precaution, why?â
âI donât think you know this, but when I shared my location with you, it also shares your location with me.â
âOkayâŚwhatâs wrong with that?â
âWell, I may have shared your exact location to your manager, and he may or may not be coming to pick you up right now, please donât kill me!â
âWHAT?!â Oh my god, I see his car!â You can hear panting over the phone, and can only assume that Riki is currently trying to outrun his managerâs van. âHeâs right there, oh my gosh! This is it! My last words: âI died a warrior!ââ
âNi-Ki, get in the car!â The last things you heard before the line got cut off were the sounds of Rikiâs frantic shouts, along with the honking of his managerâs car. âIdiot,â You laughed to yourself, knowing full well that he was going to be just fine.
âYouâre lucky youâre you, or else youâd be dead right now,â Riki pouted, shoving another croffle in his mouth, âWow, these croffles are good!â
âAre you sure nobody saw you get the food from the cafĂŠ earlier? And nobody saw you come into my building? Youâre still on hiatus, so I donât know if youâre even allowed outside right now.â You spoke worriedly, but Riki was quick to shake his head. âFirst off, I posted a lengthy apology note on Weverse, and the ENGENES seem to be receiving it well, so I think Iâm good! Also, I made sure to be very stealthy walking into the cafĂŠ.â
âSo, about three ENGENES walked up to you?â
âClose, but two ENGENES.â You burst into laughter, wiping the tears from your eyes as you held your stomach. Somehow, Riki always knew how to make you laugh.
Matter of fact, he always knew how to make you happy, Riki made you happy. He watched you in admiration.
âOkay, movie time!â Riki announced, running to the couch to choose the movie. âWeâre watching The Bee Movie again, by the way.â
âNo more of The Bee Movie, please!â
âBut, donât you like jazz?â
âRiki!â
Eventually, the two of you had settled on How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days, a rom-com classic, and were nearly finished the film. You had snuggled onto Rikiâs chest (he pulled you there), and you didnât object. You werenât one for physical touch, yet you felt safe when you were near Riki.
âHow do the actors not fall for each other?â You spoke your thoughts aloud, and Riki only hummed. âIâm not sure,â he replied. âMaybe they just arenât made for each other.â
âBut look at what Matthew McConaughey says about his experience on set with Kate Hudson! They seem so closeâ how did they not fall in love with each other?â
Riki shrugged, pulling you closer. âMaybe he didnât feel that spark you feel when youâre in love. You knowâ when your heart beats out of your chest whenever youâre near someone, when you find yourself wanting to spend time with them all the time, wanting to spend the rest of your life with them, when you miss them the moment they leave you, and when your hands get all sweaty and clammy whenever youâre next to them. Maybe Matthew McConaughey just didnât feel that with Kate Hudson.â
âWow, Riki,â you chuckled. âYouâre like, a love expert. Whoâs the lucky girl?â He smiled, this was it, this was when he was going to say it.
âNone other than the girl in my arms right now.â Your eyes widened, heat spreading from your chest to your cheeks. You sit up right away. âMe?!â
âYeah, you,â Riki grinned from ear to ear, and you felt yourself slowly melting away. âWhen I first started thinking about attending university, I had my doubts, but when I met you, they all disappeared into thin air. Youâre undeniably charming, and that spark I was talking aboutâ I feel all of it when Iâm with you, because I love you, [Name]. A lot.â
âRiki, I-â Your voice breaks, sobs threatening to escape after Rikiâs confession. âI love you, too. A lot.â He chuckled, wiping your tears with his thumb. His expression softened, and slowly, he leaned in, âMay I?â
When you nod, he connects your lips in a gentle kiss, cupping your face while you feel him smile against your mouth. The two of you pull away, and your cheeks are nearly about to burst with how wide your smile is.
âWill you be my girlfriend, [Name]?â
âYes, I will, Riki.â He cheers and brings you back to his chest, leaning the two of you back on the couch. You laugh softly. âNow I feel like weâre in a movie, a rom-com of our own,â you start, watching the credits of the movie you had on roll.
âYeah?â
âYeah.â Riki wishes he would stop smiling so much, but he truly canât help it, he just loves you so much.
âIt feels surreal, doesnât it? The fact that weâre dating?â You nod in response, âif our life were a movie, I think this would be the best part.â
Riki shakes his head. âIf our life were a movie, youâd be the best part.â
You giggle. âAlways the biggest flirt, Nishimura.â
âYou know you love it, Sweets.â
âYeah, maybe I do.â
THE END.
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aemond + sex pollen + getting caught + public sex đŽâđ¨đŽâđ¨đŽâđ¨
aemond is betrothed to reader (who he only v recently met after she comes to KL), they had no intentions to bed each other before the wedding bc honor ofc itâs aemond lol but the pollen gets them and they dont even get to make it out of the gardens before they started getting freaky đ
Authors Note: oooh great idea nonnie i like how you think! The setting is similar to the small garden with the gods wood tree, but itâs A LOT more secluded than that. Plus changed Aemonds morals a little but itâs still the same man we know and love â¤ď¸
Warnings: P in v sex, public, getting caught, praise kink, breeding kink, praise, degrading, mentions of aegon being bad, alicent shows up surprise! (I know Iâve missed a lot let me know what though so I can add them!)
Taglist: @sofiyathecunt, @marvelgirl123, @sylasthegrim, @arcielee, @mochi-rose, @valeskafics, @humanpurposes, @watercolorskyy, @blue-serendipity, @omgbrcat, @lovelykhaleesiii
Ever since you were a young girl, your duty had all youâd ever been taught.
It was what your whole childhood had been preparing you for. Your septaâs had taught you what you must do to make t your husband happy and content with you, whilst your mother had insisted on taking on the role of teaching you the acts of the marital bed.
It was graphic, how she told you that you must simply lay there and allow the man to enter you, allowing him to do whatever it took to for him to impregnate you.
It was those teachings alone that haunted you for days when you were informed of your newest betrothal to the young Targaryen prince.
You had heard the gossip of the eldest prince Aegon. How maids that were assigned to his quarters left mere months later with not only a coin purse, but a swollen stomach hidden under their dress too.
Itâs probably was why you found yourself as shocked as you were when you met the prince Aemond, and fell in love with him as deeply as you did.
When you kissed him one late night in the depths of the library, it felt like everything was right. Aemonds hands felt perfect as they held your waist and chin respectively as he could. Yet no matter how disrespectfully you wish for him to hold you, your duty once again held a tight grip on both of your senses.
You knew that the morning after your wedding night, the bed would be checked to see if you had bled. And if you havenât, you would bring a great shame and dishonour on your house, no doubt passing onto your own family you and Aemond would create.
So no matter how deliciously sinful it is to feel Aemonds lips on yours, that addictive forbidden feeling of his hands beginning to roam your body in between the tall bookshelves flowing through your veins, you know your duty as of now holds you hostage.
âAemond, we-we cannot do this hereâŚâ You murmur between kisses and heavy breaths, trying your best to keep your composure as you lean away, only for Aemond to immediately follow your head with his own eager lips.
âPlease my love... just five more minutes alone with you... then I will be satisfied. I swear it!â
âYou swore youâd be satisfied nearly an hour ago my dragon! Youâre never satisfied whatever it is you do! Whether it is your books, your training, and now even me it seems!â You grin, biting your swollen bottom lip in a teasing motion that only makes out betrothed more undone as he groans slightly in frustration.
âI am a prince of the realm! I could easily demand there be no checking of your blood!â It is almost amusing how desperate Aemond looks in that moment. His eye blown wide as he looks at you. His lips nearly swollen like your own. Even his cheeks now a deep shade of red.
âAemond my love, it is because you are a prince of the realm that they check my Maidenhead!â You laugh lightly, stepping away from Aemonds heaving form that leans on the space you stepped from.
âI-Iâm sorry darling. The moment got away from me⌠I will see you in the morn. Do you wish to break fast together? I could tell the chefs to prepare your favourite?â
âAemond my love, we have broken fast together for nearly two weeks now! You must spend more time with your family before your mother believes Iâm taking you away from them!â You laugh, intending for a small joke, only Aemond looks serious as he responds.
âI donât care. Youâre my family too. Married yet or not.â It leaves a heavy blush on your cheeks as you move to kiss his scar with devotion.
It takes the two of you a while, but eventually you find your own ways back to your respective chambers, where the both of you much to your respective guards reliefs, stay till the next morning.
Aemond to his chagrin meets with his family, while you dine with your own.
Your mother canât help herself but talk eagerly on the debates of your wedding. What colour gown you shall wear and what food will no doubt be at the feast. But instead all you can think of, is meeting your betrothed later that day in the gardens, just as he suggested before the two of you parted.
Eventually you escape your mothers questions, and when you make your way to the gardens, you canât help but admire the bright flowers as you walked past.
You turn your head, and when you spot Aemond standing there smiling by the godswood tree as he watched you, you canât help but smile seeing the small bouquet ďżźof flowers in his hands.
âHere you go my love. Theyâre flowers newly shipped from Lys, that have not even had the grace to sit in Westeros soil yet. I thought you deserved the first bouquet of them before anyone elseâŚâ
âWell thank you darlingâŚâ You smile, grinning slightly at Aemonds out of character bashfulness before leaning forward slightly and sniffing the bright flowers.
Only, you canât help but gasp slightly when youâre suddenly hit with a strange smell. One akin to dark chocolate and a slight tinge of salt. It was odd, given what it was you were smelling, but whatâs even stranger is that you find yourself already addicted to it within mere seconds. Already eager to bury your head into the arrangement and practically live there in order to smell that delightful thing as much as you could.
The only reason you find yourself not, is because Aemond quickly takes the bouquet out of your hands to sniff it himself.
Only when you see his eye widen and look at you, you can practically see it turn from a light lilac to a dark shade of purple, and you realise itâs not just you whose affected by the strange aroma.
âMy love⌠I wish I could be sorry for what I am about to do, but Iâm not.â Is all he says, before dropping the arrangement somewhere and shoving you against the tree, his lips eagerly connecting with yours in a passionate embrace.
Yet even with the vow of keeping your honour and your maidenhead screaming at you in your head, the feeling of Aemonds hands roaming your entire body is doing something to you that you cannot help but embrace wholeheartedly.
Your own hands eagerly take grasp of Aemonds hair and tugs, allowing a deep groan of his to practically resonate throughout your whole body.
âAemondâŚâ You murmur, âI want this. So much⌠but are you sure?â
He growls as he speaks, as if taken over by some other being, and you canât deny how it makes your smallclothes feel strangely sticky and wet against your skin, and how much you like it.
âOf course I am Ăąuha jorrÄelagon⌠but I must say that with what is coursing through my veins, I will not be gentle with you, like how I know you would enjoy. I will be rough, and animalistic. Do you think you can handle that?â
âYes Aemond⌠I think I am able to handle all that⌠and more-â
You donât even get to finish, as Aemond takes ahold of your face and kisses you harsher than he ever has done before. His teeth clash against yours, and you almost swear you can feel a tinge of blood on your tongue as he forces his and your own to move in some strange type of dance.
Itâs so intense that feeling, that you donât even realise entirely when Aemond rips the front of your dress open, allowing your front body to be revealed to him whilst you shiver slightly at the cold. Though you begin to quickly warm up when Aemond hot mouth leaves wet kisses all gone the length of your chest, trailing all the way to your breast that heave under the harshness of your sudden breaths.
âGood girl⌠what a good fucking girl I have for me to marry, and fuck my seed intoâŚâ
You whimper, and it all seems to turn into a sort of heavenly haze.
The taste of his lips on yours are like pure heaven, and his touch feels almost sinful as his fingers tweak and kneed at your breasts with hunger.
Itâs only worse when he practically rips your soaked through smallclothes from your body, and stops a moment to smell them. The sight alone shocking you whilst you hang your mouth open in surprised arousal, a small breathless sound you donât even realise youâre making being all you can say in that moment in response.
When he stuffs them in his pocket though and quickly undoes his leather trousers, allowing them to fall to the floor, the desperation in your entire body making you feel as if on fire when you catch sight of his cock, which smacks against his belly with a slight wet sound.
âDo you wish for it wife? Do you wish for me to fuck you senseless and fill you with my seed, until all you can feel is me? Until youâre stomach is swollen with our babe? Our heir?â
Youâre breathless, but you donât know what else to be. All you can focus on, is him, and nothing else.
When you nod your head enthusiastically though to his question, his brows furrow in some type of anger, and quick apologises and pleas spill from your mouth.
âIâm sorry husband, yes yes yes please fill me with your seed! I want all of kingslanding to know who is my lord husband, and who has claimed me as theirs! I want your cum dripping down my thighs and to remain inside of me until a child is born from us! Please husband allow me to carry your heir!â
Your pleas certainly seem to affective, as Aemond releases a roguish growl of approval and quickly moves to position his weeping almost pretty looking cock at your entrance, before looking at your face carefully whilst he inserts himself slowly.
You can feel your face scrunch in a painful way whilst you make a wounded sound, but Aemonds soothing touch and words make you preen so much you almost find yourself forgetting about it all.
âDoing so good for me Ăąuha ÄbrazČłrys⌠my sweet wifeâs going to be dripping of meâŚâ
You let out a broken moan, and yet in Aemonds eye it is too loud, as he swallows it with his own mouth. His tongue prying you lips open and practically dancing with yours.
He ruts into you like a madman, the thrusts having no true rhythm as he allows himself only to have his mind sink into the feeling of pleasure only you can give him. The feeling that consumes him better than anything in the world.
Itâs deadly, and hot, and sinful, which is why it is such an addictive thing to be feeling at that moment as he groans into your mouth. The frantic rutting of his hips becoming somehow more manic as you feel his cock throb deep inside your heat.
However, such an addictive thing is dangerous, as when Aemonds grip on your upper thighs tighten to become near bruising whilst his cock spasms slightly as he groans in completion, your own face hidden in the sweaty curve of his neck as you feel your own walls tightening around him. However, the sudden realisation of a voice being heard, leaves your eyes suddenly widening in horror.
Itâs a shrill feminine voice that speaks. âWhat in the seven is going on here!â
You can feel Aemonds spent still hot in your womb, aswell as your own juices dripping down your naked legs, which is why it is so horrifying to turn your head to see who the voice belongs to, and make eyes with the queen. Who stands before you and Aemond with a stern and scared face, her eyes seemingly unable to continue to stare at the scene before her as they look to the sky.
You and Aemond quickly move to correct yourselves, even though that feeling of desire in yours and hisâ bodies almost seem to force you to want to continue. Though the shame quite forcibly overwhelms it.
Itâs overwhelming in fact, when you attempt to make yourself modest and realise Aemonds eager attempts to caress you made it so the front of your dress is ruined. Itâs even worse when you quickly realise you have no smallclothes to stop the trail of Aemonds spent flowing down your thighs.
An almost amused expression taking over him when he sees your dilemma, and an even stranger reaction seems to take over him when his mother turns her back for a second and he flashes you a glimpse of your smallclothes from his trousers pocket.
âI have excused Aegons debauchery for many years, and for it to go unpunished-â The queen starts as she can now finally look at the two of you, her hands fiddling with themselves whilst she does so in what can be described as a nervous manner. âWhich is why I cannot allow this sort of thing to go unpunished now with you Aemond. I would have never of suspected this of you my son, and this is the reason I feel so shameful of you. I expect this of Aegon, not you.â
You turn to your betrothed, and the man flashing you a view of your smallclothes with a smile on his face is gone. What instead stands beside you is a grim faced gentleman, who is an image of solemness and dishonour. It is obvious how much the queens words have affected him, no matter how much you know heâll deny it later.
âI shall make it so that the two of yours betrothal to be hastened. As quick as moon tea is to be made and drunk, we cannot allow gossip to be weaves into our already, dare I even say it, hellish society. Is next month too quick? I only say as as much as the two of you would like to deny, it only takes one time to conceive a babe. That much your brother has proven to meâŚâ
The queens words shake you, and yet when you meet Aemonds own anxious gaze, the two of you cannot help but nod heads in agreement.
âSplendid! I do believe this soured castle is in need of a happy day or twoâŚâ The queen smiles, almost looking lost in thought for a moment at the idea, before walking away without a glance behind her. Allowing the two of you to stand in the seriousness of the moment.
Aemond turns to you with sorrow, and you almost find yourself gasping in shock when he begins to get on his knees and grasps his hands on yours. âMy love⌠I am so sorry! I have dishonoured you greatly with what was supposed to be a gift, which I why I completely understand if you wish to-â
âAemond my dragon, you must not be sorry! We both had been struck with whatever was in those dreaded flowers! Yet it does not matter now! I love you, my dragon, and this will not change thatâŚâ You kneel with him in the dirt, and itâs like his whole personality changes, as he pulls you into a deep hug and buries his face in your neck.
Your hands move to cup his head where it lays, and you almost swear you can feel the fabric of your dress dampen with possible tears. But you say nothing to spare him the embarrassment. Instead, you allow him to stay there.
Your dragon, your Aemond, will always be safe in your arms.
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Jenna Ortega x F!Reader
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Chapter 4: Family Bonding, Festivals and Feelings?
Summary: After getting caught in some hot waters with the press, you are forced into an unexpected agreement with America's sweetheart, Jenna Ortega to save your career.
Warnings/Tags: dual!pov, famous!reader, mentions of hard substances, intoxication, mature language, real people (do not read if any of these makes you uncomfortable)
(this is all fiction!)
Note: Things are gearing up đŽâđ¨ (ik i said i was gonna take a break, but i couldnât help myself, now ill take a break lol, happy readin!)
Word Count: 6k+
âNo oneâs going to get cancelled â itâll be fun.â Colin Jost smiles curtly on your flat screen TV.
You sit on the bed with a spoon hanging from your lips, an eye on the bright screen having just finished watching a rerun of Jennaâs SNL episode. You made sure to buy it as soon as it was available; locking yourself away in your room.
Currently, you are watching this weekâs episode of SNL and Colin and Che are giving their weekly news update.
âLas Vegas is opening up a pop-up vaccine site in a strip club and donât worry the strippers say the vaccine comes with singer and actress Y/N L/N. This time sheâll be the designated driver â I heard sheâs on a tight leash.â
Your smile instantly drops.
âSpeaking of Y/N,â Colin bounces off, reading off the cue cards. âDid you see her last week sitting in the audience during Jenna Ortegaâs episode⌠hey, I wonder if theyâre a real thing.â
Colin and Che share a knowing glance, âNah.â They say in unison then move on to their next bit.
Scowling, you turn the TV off, practically throwing your bowl of cereal on the side table.Â
You supposed you canât be too mad â all too familiar with the snide jabs and harmless jokes from others in the industry. This is what you signed up for, right?
Whatever, youâre sure people are loving it.
Itâs been a whole week since you left New York and you havenât spoken to Jenna. It seems how you two acted back in the Big Apple was a success because it got your managers to back off, for now. You didnât see a reason to contact the actress so you let the silence pass â you see when she posts on social media.Â
You donât have time to think about it because Coachella weekend is coming up soon. For the first time since Vegas, you will be working and you have been itching â wanting nothing more than to dive head-first into work mode.Â
Itâs what you do best.
You are invited to do a guest performance on a big producerâs set for the festival. It would be your first ever time performing at Coachella but you were privy to the culture of the festival, having gone as an audience member to support your musician friends.
âHey, you got a minute?â Link pops his head in your door, holding a phone up.
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âPlease donât do this.â Your pleas go underheard.
âI donât know why you keep trying, the answer is the same Y/N.â Link rolled his eyes, pointing to a house.
âI think this is the one.â
You scan the two-story typical American home tucked away in the boroughs of suburbia up in the desert, otherwise known as Coachella Valley.
Or well, Jennaâs parentâs house at least.Â
After Link had dropped the most terrible news; you had to be seen with Jenna in Coachella. Liv and Jake had instructed your team to drive you to stay with Jenna as you prepare for the festival â it was convenient they said.
Convenient my ass.
âRelax... Marcus will be back to pick you up, heâs gonna drop off your bags at the rental house.â
âWhy canât I just go with you then?â You ask.
âLiv said to drive you to this address. Jenna gave explicit directions to drive you here.â
You frown pulling on a loose thread on your sweater.
What could Jenna possibly want that sheâd want you here? She looked pretty upset at you, the last time you talked.
You really donât have it in you to fight with her, again, especially after the long drive from L.A. up to the desert where you thought â youâd be staying in your villa for Coachella weekend.
âNow go see the girl, please.â Link reaches over to open the door.
When you step out, the car is already driving speedily down the street not even giving you a chance to change your mind. You hear a flurry of voices from the side of the house but it sounds far away. Toy cars and trollies litter the grass yard.Â
Slowly, you walked up her porch, your shoes scraped as you ascend the concrete steps. Hesitating for a brief moment, you realize: Jenna is inside. Well duh. But the thought of her on the other side of the door has your heart dropping out of nowhere. You see flashes in your memory of her frown as you explain why you have to leave New York so soon.
Unspoken words as she says âwell I thoughtââ
What did she think?
You would probably never know.
The door opens with a creak breaking you out of your thoughts.
âWe have to stop meeting like this.â Aliyah leans against the doorframe, smiling.
You laughed, âYeah, we do.â
She doesnât say anything else and just yells over her shoulder, âJenna, sheâs here.â
Then walked off.Â
âHiâŚâ Jenna appears, leaning on the doorframe with a hand.
She scans you for a brief moment; not having seen you since New York, a week ago. She had to make sure youâre still alive because she hasnât heard from you since then.
You also practically ghosted her.
After feeling guilty about how she left things with you, Jenna sent you a text the next day, asking if you made it back to Los Angeles safely.
You liked her message with a thumbs up.
A thumbs up! Not responding would have been better, the actress bitterly thought.
âHey.â You greet. âHow are you?â
âFine. You?â She answered quickly, smile sealed tight like an envelope.
âIâm⌠good. Yeah. Just working.â You answer honestly.
âOh really?â Jenna asked.
âYeah, something for Coachella actually.â
Jenna raised her brows in surprise. âLike what?â
You send a tight-lipped smile, âItâs a surprise. People donât know Iâm here yet.â
Jenna canât fight her excitement; giddy about being in on a secret. But then she remembers that sheâs supposed to be annoyed at you and not fascinated.
âWhy havenât you texted me?â Jenna sighed, her voice dropping to a lowly whisper, in case someone was walking by.
You raised your brows, surprised by her question. âOh⌠um. Iâve been busy like I said, just working, trying to keep my head down and all that.â
âAre you sure thatâs it?â She asked accusingly.
You missed her tone and shrugged, reassuring her, âYeah. Of course.â
âBut, I heard you were busy this week too, filming another movie with Barry Keoghan and The Weeknd?â You changed the subject, hoping to talk about something else. She takes the bait after scanning your eyes for a second.
âYeah, it was just a short role. But it was a lot of fun. Abel actually talked about you.â
âThatâs great, Iâm happy for you Jen⌠and yeah heâs an old friend.â
âSung your praises pretty high, I had to make sure he was talking about the right person.â
You chuckle, âOh okay, I see how it is.â
Your laugh caused a sudden warmness to manifest in Jenna and she couldn't help but join along. âCome on, my family has been dying to see you again.â
âReally?â You asked, stepping inside her childhood home. âSo you think I made a good impression?â
She turned to look back at you, surprised that you care. âMaybe⌠donât let it get to your head, though.â
You laughed as you followed her through the house. âIs that jealousy I hear Ortega? Scared you won't be the only movie star around?â
She snorted, rolling her eyes. âShut up. Youâre an idiot.â
âAn idiot that may have impressed your family?â You cocked your head and grinned wide.
âYeah, yeah. Like, I said. Donât let it get to your head. They could care less about celebrities and Hollywood. Theyâre pretty grounded.â
You shrugged, looking at the various family pictures hanging on the wall. âItâs fine. Thereâs only one Ortega I want to impress anyway.â
Youâre not sure where that came from and it seemed Jenna shared the same thought because she raised her brows at you â but didnât comment.
Jenna blocks you from walking when you reached the sliding glass door. âWhat?â
Jenna chewed her lip anxiously, âMy family can be a lot. In numbers and in the other sense too. Thereâs a lot of us.â
âOh⌠thatâs okay.â You answered. A bit confused as to why she is telling you this. When you see her genuine concern your gaze softens. âJenna, relax. I can handle the family⌠and I can charm anyoneâs socks off.â
She relented, rolling her eyes at your joke. âOkay, okay.â
"Wait..."
Jenna turns around.
"Why am I here exactly? At your parents, that is. Link told me that you gave my driver instructions to bring me here."
Jenna bites her lip in contemplation. "Umâlike I said my family wanted to see you again and I heard you were going to Coachella anyway so you know, two birds one stone."
You nod, accepting her answer.
Jenna opens the door for you two to step out.
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Sounds of laughter rang around as you and Jenna sat in lawn chairs in her parentâs backyard.
âWhat are Timothee Chalamet and Zendaya like in real life?â Markus â Jennaâs brother leaned forward to ask.Â
âMarkus!â Jenna scolded and threw her brother a glare.
The actress blushed as she sat beside you but all she felt was the vibrations of your laughter, indulging her brotherâs question.Â
Jenna canât help but wonder if you have other family members that spend time with you like this. You look so carefree and genuinely happy; comfortable around her family â after knowing you for a couple months now; she guesses itâs a no.
âTheyâre cool. Just like everyone else to be honest. Especially, Timothee, sweet guy but heâs a bit of a typical frat bro.â You joked, âAnd Zendaya, well. Sheâs just as amazing as everyone says she is. Great work ethic, itâs inspiring when you work with someone passionate like that â makes you want to be better and work harder.â
Jennaâs sisters are eating your story up. Secretly she knew they enjoyed the tales of celebrities and pop culture. Itâs nearly impossible to live your life without seeing a public figure pop up on an ad on your phone or on the side of a bus stop on your drive home.Â
Jenna is barely home enough to be able to have moments like this where she can humour her sister's questions. But they all had their own lives to live. She's has been looking forward to this break for a while, knowing it was coming up after her long week in New York.
She still canât describe New York.
Something seems to have shifted between you two by the end of the week. But she didnât know if it was for the better. The two of you have this constant push and pull; where everything is fine one moment, then one of you says something and it turns tense and weird as you both stay silent or you just completely blow up on each other.
Jenna didnât know if she had it in her to try to decipher what these restrained responses she gets from you could possibly mean.
You are an enigma; a defensive, hot-headed asshole that grinded every gear the actress had.
âDo you like Zendaya, buddy?â You bounced her niece in your lap, enjoying how the baby grabbed at your fingers.Â
But then Jenna turns around and you act like this. Sweet, protective, charming.Â
How are you the same person?
She canât fight her smile as she watched the adorable sight.
Jenna didnât know you were good with babies.Â
âI think Z would think youâre just the most adorable thing. Oh my god, Jen, can I send her a picture of us?â You turned to her, with a bright smile.
Jenna didnât know when you started calling her by her nickname but she certainly wonât say how she enjoys how it sounds when you say it. âUhâsure, if itâs okay with my sister.â
âZendayaâs gonna have a picture of my baby on her phone? Uh yes!â
Jenna laughed, nodding. âIâll take the picture.â She took your phone, opening the camera.
âWhat are you doing? Get in here with us." You asked with an adorable scrunch in the nose, surprising Jenna.
âOh, I just thoughtâ okay.â She swallows her growing grin, sliding in beside you.
Her sisters share knowing glances.
You happily scooted in, pressing your chest to her back.
Jenna is suddenly reminded of her you and her, alone in her dressing room.
She presses back into you.Â
âSay, cheese guys!â Jenna clears her throat.
With big bright smiles, you placed your head above her shoulder to get in the frame, repeating, âCheese!â
Even her niece seemed to be enjoying the attention as she smiled brightly and toothless while standing on your lap with her chubby legs. Jenna snapped a couple for good measure, checking over the pictures. The three of you are squished together as she held it in portrait; you all looked cute Jenna can admit.Â
Like a little family.
What?
âOh Jenna, send me that, please. I want to post it on my Instagram.â Her mom spoke up already reaching for her phone.Â
âOkay, okay.â Jenna rolled her eyes but sent herself the pictures first before airdropping them to â everyone â who begged for it.Â
âThis is adorable, I think Iâm gonna make this my lock screen.â You grinned, staring at the photo. She sees you typing a message, indeed sending it to the actress like you said you would. âJust for your niece.â
Jenna felt her heart skip a beat. âAre you saying youâre gonna crop me out the photo?â
âNo⌠but now thatâs a good idea, thanks.â You mocked with a smile.
âMom, how did you already post that picture so fast?â Mia asked.
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âDonât be mad.â Jenna begged.
âMad? Jenna. This isnât what I signed up for.â You pinched the bridge of your nose.
The two of you were standing in her driveway, in a discord of course. Jenna just forced you into another situation that you wanted no part of.
âYou just told Link to call off my driver and now youâre saying donât be mad. Of course, Iâm mad! Why did you say yes to your Mom, Jenna.â You sighed, dropping your hand limply.
âI didnât know sheâd insist.â She groaned walking closer, âShe said that you shouldnât stay in that big house by yourself for the weekend when there is room here, next thing I know sheâs forcing me to ask you in front of everybody.â
"I'm sorry." She grabs your arm. âLink said you might be mad.â
You stare at her for a couple of moments. Their hearts are in the right place, you guessed. Eventually, you rolled your eyes and sighed. âThank you I guess⌠I appreciate that the sentiment.â
Jenna smiled in relief, âYeah, of course.â Then scrunched her nose in thought. âWe actually really donât have the room so I donât know where sheâll put you.â
She should have known. This is so typical and cliche; sharing a bed trope? Please, can the universe be any more unoriginal?Â
âMom, are you sure?â Jenna whispered as she peaked her head out the small awning of the door â making sure you canât hear.Â
âJen, go to sleep. We have a packed day tomorrow. Everyoneâs coming over for the game.â
Tomorrow is sports night and her uncles, aunts, cousins and grandparents are set to come over. It was a weekly tradition for the extended family to host a gathering to watch the game every Friday; with Jennaâs busy schedule, she hasnât been to one in months. Sheâs grateful this one is hosted at her house but then inwardly sighed because she should probably warn you about that too.
âMomâŚâ She pleaded in a whisper.
âGoodnight and be responsible. I trust you two.â
âMom!â
Jenna dropped her head in defeat as she listened to her Momâs footsteps dwindle further away.Â
âHey, you should probably get in there before all the hot water runs out..â
She turns, seeing your freshly showered figure. For a moment, Jenna finds herself stuck. Youâre rubbing a towel on your wet hair as grey sweats hung lowly on your hips and she was desperately trying to avert her eyes from the small patch of you skin exposed.
âI already showered.â
âOh okay.â You shrugged walking over to grab your phone.Â
âWhich side do you prefer?â You asked absentmindedly,
âWhat?â Jenna blinks away.
âOf the bed. Which side do you prefer?âÂ
âOh. The left.â
âThank god. Every bed Iâve had to share Iâve had to fight for the right side. Youâre perfect.âÂ
Jenna watched as you jump into your preferred side, getting comfortable under her covers.
She doesnât know why she feels a mismatched thump fall out of rhythm with her heartbeat at seeing you in her bed.Â
âAlright, are you gonna be weird about sharing a bed? âCause I can just take the couch or call my driver to pick me up. I can get a hotel room or something.â You sighed sitting up.Â
Jenna furrowed her brows, âWhat no. Can you please stop jumping to conclusions?â
âIâm not.â You mumbled but donât argue further. Jenna gets in beside you.Â
âYou satisfied now?â She throws out but it sounds just shy of playful and maybe even flirtatious â definitely not how she meant for it to sound.
âUhâ sure.â You replied sliding the blanket up to your chin as you tried to get comfortable again.
Thereâs that weird tension again, Jenna thinks and she thinks itâs starting to annoy her.
âOkay, whatâs your deal?â Jenna crossed her arms, turning to you.
You blinked, confused. âWhat?â
âWhy are you being so weird?â
âIâm not.â You sat up to face the other actress.
Jenna frowned, âYes you are. You have been since New York. Did I do something? Because you still havenât told me why you just left town like that.â
âI told you. Jake wanted me back for Coachella. Why else would I have just left all of a sudden?â You explained.
âI justâ I just feel like youâre not telling me something.â She admits, a bit insecure. âI, at least, thought weâre friends now and when I didnât see you in the crowd or the dressing room after SNL I was a bit⌠disappointed? I don't know if itâs dumb but you really did calm me down before my monologue and I wanted to thank you over dinner. But, yeahââÂ
Jenna looks away, missing your guilty frown. âJenna⌠itâs not dumb. God, I feel like an asshole.â
âWell, sometimes you can be.â
You laugh but itâs dry. âIâm so sorry. IâI should have been there.â
You grab her hands. âLook at me, please.â It gets her to look up, the light from the lamp is bouncing off your eyes making them look softer in the dim light. âI promise, Iâll always be there for the important moments from now on. Before, during and after â we are stuck together until the foreseeable future, so.â
Jenna snorts, looking down at your hands. You begin to rub lines with your fingers on her open palm making her shiver. âYeah, I guess we are.â She whispers.
She doesnât know when she makes the bold move to intertwine your fingers. But for the first time since SNL, you two hold hands and this time you donât pull away. But she doesnât miss the questioning glint in your eyes as you look down. Jenna ignores the attention and squeezes your hand to make you look at her again.
âYou mean it though?â
Your eyes soften. âI mean it.â
â
âWhereâs Y/N?â Mia asked over the breakfast table.
âRehearsals,â Jenna mumbled sleepily shoving spoonfuls of food in her dry mouth â still trying to wake up.
When the actress had awakened, the sun was high above the horizon and the desert heat was already inching inside her cracked window. But she woke up, alone.
Differing from how she went to sleep the previous night with you barely pressed up beside her as you laid with your backs to each other. Jenna only found herself un-tensing after hearing your breathing fall into short even exhales.
When she turned over to grab her phone this morning, you had sent a text:
Sorry for not waking you up. You sleep like a rock but I had to go to rehearsals. Iâll be back by 3 :)
She couldnât be too annoyed at the smiley face you leave with your occasional messages.
âSheâs performing?â Mia asks shocked.
Jenna nods, too tired for words.
âThe crowd is gonna lose their minds.â Aliyah laughs. âWith who?���
âWonât say.â Jenna muttered bitterly, thinking back to her incessant begging; you never caved.
âOkay⌠can we talk about it, now then?â
âTalk about what Mia,â Jenna sighs dropping her fork on her plate.
âYou and Y/N.â She says like itâs obvious.
âThere is no me and Y/N, itâs all for the cameras. Remember the NDA I had to beg you guys to sign?â The actress rolls her eyes.Â
âThen why were you so upset after New York?â She challenges; tired of her sisterâs silence over this whole situation. Thereâs no way sheâs just unaffected by this.
âMia drop it.â Her mom says.
âNo. Iâm serious, sheâs literally staying under our roof, sharing a room with Jenna. And no one is still saying anything? Am I the only one who thinks thereâs something going on?â
âYes.â Jenna says quickly.
Mia rolls her eyes, âYou still havenât answered my question, Jen.â
Jenna crosses her arms, sitting up. âOf course I was upset. She just left town without a warning, if we didnât catch her in the lobby she was just gonna a send a text. A text! Anyone would be upset at that â but it doesnât mean what you think it means.â
But her sister doesnât buy it. She opens her mouth to refute but their Dad swoops in saving the day. âLeave your sister alone, Mia. Iâm sure whatever is going on with Y/N and Jenna â they can figure it out themselves.â
Jenna groans, âDad, not helping.â
He shrugs, sitting at the head of the table with his own plate of breakfast.
Eventually, her family scatters to their own corners of the house to get ready for the day. Her other family members would be arriving soon and the actress had to start getting ready. Crap, she forgot to warn you about game night because you left so early. Jenna decides sheâll send you a text after she gets out of the shower.
With the raucous of the day, Jenna forgets to send the text. Her cousins arrived much earlier than anticipated and she was already getting pulled out to living room to talk about her upcoming projects. She gets so lost catching up with her cousins that she doesnât realize when you arrive.
"Jenna, your novia is here." One of her aunts shouts making her head snap up to you as the front door opens. "Oh wow, and she's brought the whole store!"
Jenna's jaw drops as you walk in, holding multiple large bouquets of different arrangements of flowers. "Y/N?"
"Hey!" You peek your head out from the large flowers. "These are for your family... but I may have overestimated how big these were and Link refused to help me."
"Oh god, these are beautiful Y/N." Jenna's mom gets up from her seat, grabbing as many flowers as she can. "You didn't have to..."
"Oh, it's nothing, really. You guys are letting me stay here, I just wanted to express a little gratitude." You duck your head, all timid now.
Jenna knows it's not nothing. Those flowers cost a fuck ton, she would know she gets gifted those whenever she has an event.
"Well, gratitude expressed. I don't even know where to put these. Mia, Aliyah help the girl, please!"
The two sisters grab all but one smaller bouquet from your hands, walking away with smug smiles.
"Jen, get up," Aliyah whispers in passing as all the women and Jenna's dad filter over to the kitchen to view the gorgeous flowers.
She still hasn't moved from the couch and briefly, she thinks she can feel her cousin's smirking at her reaction.
"You got my family flowers?" Jenna asks dumbly, walking over slowly; ignoring everyone's eyes on them.
"Uhâyeah. Sorry if it's a bit much. I wasn't sure what everyone liked so... I got them all." You scratch your head with a bouquet in hand, catching Jenna's eye.
"These are for you..." You smile, holding out a smaller albeit more personal? flower arrangement. It felt like Jenna, somehow.
âI picked it out myself.â Your smile turns shy.
Like, if she were to walk into a flower shop and see this bouquet, she would instantly grasp it and never let go.
We still talking flowers?
"Thanks..." Jenna mumbles, grabbing the flowers; your fingertips touching sends sparks down her arm.
"Umâyou're back early..." Is all she manages to say.
âYeah⌠they didnât need me for a long time so I decided to come back.â You explained, glancing at the new faces in the room. âUhâ whatâs all this?â
The actress sends you a sheepish smile, âFamily game night, we watch the game every Friday and cook some barbeque, itâs a whole thing. I forgot to text you, Iâm sorry. You can call your driver back if this is too much.â
You laugh, squeezing her shoulder. âAnd miss out on great food? No, thank you.â
Jenna scans your eyes for the truth, âAre you sure? I know this isnât exactly your scene so I understand.â
âJen.â Your hand slides down, softly grabbing her hand. âI canât even remember how long itâs been since the last time I had a home-cooked meal. Iâm so in.â
You squeeze her hand for good measure. âGuys close the door.â Someone shouts.
Jenna doesnât let you drop your hands this time because sheâs already gripping them, pulling you to sit with her cousins â introducing you.
She ignores the giddy feeling in her chest that you want to stay.
You donât say anything even when youâre both sitting and sheâs still holding your hand.
â
âWho are you performing with?â Jenna tugs on your arm.
You squint to see her through your sunglasses. The Californian sun was making its presence known today and there are crowds of people everywhere as you tried to find some shade. Itâs just past 6 PM and people are already starting to get rowdy â before all the good sets are even on.Â
Fish nets, sparkles and bedazzles are all you see in the sea of people and you just know youâre at Coachella.
âI canât sayâŚâ You fight the smile on your face, finding her begging adorable. âItâs supposed to be a surprise.â
âBut Aliyah knows! I heard you whisper it to her.â She glares back at her sister standing a fair distance away from you two â who was talking to Mia and her boyfriend.
âI didnât tell her anything, Jen. We were just fucking with you.â You laugh, sliding your hand in hers.Â
An unspoken comfortableness has formed between you two. Light touches are a new development in this⌠situation Jenna had with you.
Whether it was knees touching under the dinner table, walking shoulder to shoulder on your daily walks around the neighbourhood (there wasnât much to do as Coachella weekend approached) or leaning her head on your shoulder as she slept when you two watched TV before bed.
And now, it seems like things have escalated to a new level of comfort where you two willingly linked fingers whenever you walked anywhere. Neither of you make a peep when someone eventually reaches for the otherâs hand.Â
âRudeâŚâ She pinches your side making you flinch away from her.
Jennaâs immediately tugging you back closer.
âHey⌠I canât get an injury before my performance. Iâm legally binded to a contract.â You state.
Jenna snorts, âI thought you were friends with the performer? Are you really not gonna tell me who it is?â
âNope and sure weâre friends but, Iâm still contractually obligated to the festival and all that.â
âCome on Y/N!â She groaned unconsciously stepping closer to you. âIâve been so nice to you, I havenât called you an idiot all day!â
You laugh, âIs that supposed to win me over?â
âYou tell me? Is it working?â The laugh dies in your lips when she tits her head in question.
Jenna misses the gulp you take because she was leaning closer, trying to find your eyes behind the dark-tinted glasses you had on.Â
âNoâŚâ You replied with a vacant tone.
Jenna steps back when the sun blinds her eye. âYouâre no fun.â
âI donât know what to tell you⌠youâre gonna have to wait like everyone else.â
âSpeaking of everyone else, Iâm surprised weâre not surrounded by your groupies.â Jenna eyes the group of people hovering not too far away.Â
You snicker, âThey are not my groupies. I barely know those people but it happens at every music event. They flock over like geese. I let Link handle them.â
Jenna frowns, âDoesnât it bother you?â
âWhat?â You look down.
âThat you canât even enjoy yourself at a festival without someone hovering over your shoulder.â
Since Jennaâs started this PR relationship with you her fameâs only increased overnight. She hates to say it but Sarah was right, being associated with you has only made her more famous and well-known. She felt like a Kardashian or Tom Holland who couldnât even step out of their own homes without a camera being shoved in their faces.Â
Itâs getting so bad that Jenna has security with her everywhere she goes. She stopped driving herself to places. A headline even dropped that you two are official and serious now and that you have met her family; paparazzi tried to camp at her parentâs house until they called the police.
âSometimes.â You answer honestly, shrugging. âBut itâs part of the job.â
Jennaâs frown deepens, looking around. âThis is not part of the job. At least not what Iâve seen.â
âYeah, but we learn to deal with it, right?â You nudge her shoulder. Seemingly unbothered that made Jenna bothered for you.
âHow?â Jenna couldnât help her curiosity.
âSurround yourself with people that genuinely care about you. That still picks you even after all your fuck ups. Only got me about three of those, so I try to keep them close.â Then you let out a sad laugh, âI make it very hard for them sometimes, though.â
Jenna looks at Link as he holds a bored hand up when a girl tries to walk up to you. Then heâs shooing her away and whispering to both of your security guards.
She wants to fight the urge to say that you have a fourth person in your corner with her.
Instead, she says:
âI think you got a good one with him.â She nods to Link.
You follow her sight, âYeah, I do... Heâs usually right about most things too.â
âWhat do you mean?â She looks up in questioning.
Maybe Jennaâs not so bad? Flashes in your memory but you donât tell Jenna. âNothing.â
Jenna squints her eyes. âFine⌠keep your secrets.â Tone a playfully bitter.
Eventually, you, Jenna and her sisters walk around aimlessly from set to set, taking pictures and enjoying the atmosphere. Jenna would be lying if she said she wasnât enjoying herself right now. Somehow you all managed to find an empty corner by the Artist section of the performances which meant you had loosened up a bit.Â
Jenna decided she liked it when youâre smiling, carefree and happy.
It suits you better than your permanent scowl.Â
Youâve been so stressed this last week, taking phone calls and Zoom meetings. She tried not to express her concern at seeing how you obsessively fretted over some project, consuming you some nights.Â
Jenna knows obsessive. She knows anxiety. This was different.
She finds herself with more questions than answers when it comes to you.
Why are you so closed off all the time? Is this how you work all the time? Where did this recent streak of bad behaviour start? Is there more to it than what youâre saying?
Are you okay?
But Jenna canât find the right words to ask, so she doesnât.
Only offering her warm pressure on top of you to hopefully lull you to sleep when you both drift off in her childhood bed.
Somewhere along the evening, she finds herself close to you.
You've loosened up as the days progressed and somehow, you and Jenna have found yourselves wrapped up in each other's arms as you danced.
Jenna had her back pressed firmly against your chest; her head tucked under your chin as your arms wrap around her waist from behind; hands linked as you jammed along to the music.
âThe Met Galaâs coming up.â Jenna speaks up after a few moments of silence. âIâm invited.â
âMe too.â You reveal. She perks up, looking back at you.
âYeah?â She smiles, pleased with your answer.
âMhmm. Iâm actually a co-chair this year.â You send an embarrassed smile.
She turns in your hold, jaw-dropping. âYou are?â
âYeah⌠why do you think Iâve been taking those calls all week? I was getting ready for the Met.â
âI thought that was for Coachella?â She snorts but can't help but ask, "Do you ever stop working?"
âSays you. Miss Scream Queen.â You tease making her roll her eyes.
âBe my date.â She says all of a sudden. âand walk the carpet with me this time.â
You raise your brows at her bluntness. This time?
You remember the last time she said those words and a tiny part of you prayed she meant it differently this time. But you can't fight your smile because you couldn't even say no if you wanted to â overwhelmed with the sudden want, to show off the girl in your arms. âI would love to be your date.â
Jenna's eyes sparkled with delight, beaming at you widely.
"Great! I'll talk to Enrique and Thom Browne about it."
"But I'm a Prada Ambassador?"
"I'll handle it." She nods with finality.
But before you can say anything, Link slides in with a whisper in your ear and a knowing smirk in Jennaâs direction.
âHey, I have to go.â You whisper into her ear, pulling away but Jenna tightens her grip.
âWait.â She steps forward â much closer than she means to.
âYeah?â You asked softly and suddenly Jenna canât hear the loud thumping of the bass anymore.
âGood luck and break a leg.â She says in a whisper.
Her hand reaches up to brush your neck still looking into your eyes. Jenna feels the same overwhelming pressure in her chest that sheâs recently felt around you and gives into her sudden impulse; leaning in, parting her lips; meaning for them to connect to your cheek but instead swerve and slot in between your lips instead, in a momentâs haste.
She feels you tense for a moment before giving in, cupping her cheeks too. Kissing her back. Jenna loses it a bit, not expecting your lips to feel so soft and smooth and perfect against hers. Jenna can't help but tilt her head to the side, allowing your lips to press harder.
She feels the same electricity from your first meeting â when you shook her hand. The same electricity she tries to fight off every time she's near you. Except this time, it's by tenfold.
Jenna is so lost in you that she canât even hear her heart beating loudly in her ears anymore â only feeling your thumb softly stroking her jaw.
The sound of coughing breaks you two apart.
âSorry but Y/N we need to go.â Link sends a sheepish smile but he's trying to fight his grin at having a front-row seat to the show.
When Jenna pulls away she looks deeply into your eyes searching for some kind of indication of your feelings.
You smile shyly, squeezing her waist and rubbing her back. âIâll find you after the show?â Â
âYeahâŚâ Jenna whispers, still staring into your eyes.
âIâll find you!â You yell over her shoulder as Link drags you away.
âHoly shit, finally!â Mia slides in beside her.Â
Jenna doesnât have the energy to shrug off the arm Aliyah throws over her shoulder as she brings her fingers up to her burning lips. âI don't know why I did that...â
âOh my god, youâre an idiot. The both of you.â Mia rolls her eyes walking back to her boyfriend.
Jenna looks around, blinking, immediately catching the phones held in the air capturing her moment with you.
She walks off, following her sisters.
Unbeknownst to you and Jenna, a headline is about to drop:
New developments in Y/N L/N's Vegas case. Caught with cocaine! Las Vegas PD makes no official comments on possible charges or arrests. But is this the end for the bright star?
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The strip club and vaccine bit with Colin and Che is from a real line in one of their segments LOL.
yall happy now?
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Sugar, Oh Honey Honey
AN: OKAY HEAR ME OUT! HEAR ME OUT! I was scrolling through here and stumbled this wonderful gif posted by @the-casual-cat of Barry Sloane and it got me and @expirednukacola thinkingâŚwhat if that scene, but with Cooper or Hancock? đ I started with Hancock, but if yâall would like, I will absolutely do a version with Cooper next! Hope yâall enjoy!
CW: FLUFF! Slight OOC Hancock, established relationship, slight deviation from the game, cursing, kissing, make out, slight suggestive theme, implied seggs, briefly proofread, possible spelling/grammar errors.
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You and Hancock were off exploring the commonwealth, out to gather some supplies for your next trip and maybe some goods to sell in trade for ammo and chems. It was a rather successful trip, didnât stumble across anything too crazy, but you gathered enough food, stimpacks, ammo, and other useful items to bring with you to keep you stocked when the time came that you would both hit the road again. As the sun began to set along the wastes, you looked to the sky, feeling the damp humidity hang within the air as dark clouds started to accumulate in the sky. A radstorm was coming, and coming quick with the way the wind started to pick up. Unfortunately that meant your return to Goodneighbor for the night would likely be too dangerous. So instead, you both set on the look out for a place with a good roof, or as good as they get anymore anyway, and not holed up by any raiders. You both did the best you could to try and find something as fast as you could, but unfortunately you couldnât quite beat the rain before it began to drizzle. Hancock offered you his signature tri-corn hat to keep your head and your hair protected from the harsh, radiated rain water. You smiled, accepting his offer and placing it on your head, thanking him for it as you both continued your search.
âYa look pretty cute like that, sunshine. Might just have to let you steal it from me more oftenâ he complimented, almost unable to take his eyes off of you, making you giggle softly. It had been a while since the last time he really got to spend any quality time with you, so he couldnât help himself in the way he drank you in like the tallest glass of water this side of the desert. He was snapped from his thoughts when you stopped in place, finally stumbling across a house that looked like it would be sturdy enough to hold out in as the storm passed. One that had a nice roof that wasnât too terribly beat up compared to the rest, had no fire or light of any kind coming from it to indicate anyone was using it for shelter. It was perfect, just what you both had been looking for. You grabbed his hand before quickly leading him inside the house.
There was a routine you both had when you scavenge places for supplies and find somewhere to hole up for the night out in the commonwealth. You would both split up, one person inspecting one half of the house, and one person taking the other. Inspecting every room, behind every door, every nook and cranny you could think of to ensure there were no traps, and no people here that would be angry to find unknowing trespassers. Once the house was thoroughly swept to ensure there was no threat, you made your way into the kitchen. A taller, yellow box resting on the counter caught your eye. You gasped excitedly, finding it to be a well intact box of your favorite cereal from before the bombs fell. Sugar Bombs, ironically enough. âHoly shit! I didnât know there were any of these that were still around!â You said in shock, picking up the box to inspect it. You knew it was well past its sell by date by now, but in that moment the state of the actual contents inside didnât matter to you, seeing the box was enough to bring you back to that nostalgic place of a time before the war. Hancock was still off in another room, collecting what things he could manage to find before he heard you, wondering what it was you were going on about. âWhatâd you find thatâs got you so excited, sunshine?â Hancock asked, genuinely curious as he came back into the kitchen, seeing a box clutched in your hands. âOnly my favorite cereal of ALL time!â You said, smiling excitedly as you turned around to face him, holding out the box of cereal to show him what you had been so ecstatic about. He loved the way that some of the smallest things brought you joy, even in hard times like these. In the wasteland there wasnât much to be happy about, between the awful creatures and people trying to kill and maim you around every corner, to the stifling heat and radiation ready to bake you the moment you stepped outside. Not much made people happy to be alive anymore. It was nice to see you find happiness in something, and he had to admit, the fact that it was over something as simple and small as a box of your once favorite cereal, was even cuter. He couldnât help the smile that stretched to his thin, irradiated lips as you looked so overjoyed.
âSugar Bombs! 100% of your daily value of sugarâ you quoted the slogan everyone knew, from the box and the commercials they used to advertise on TV about them. âThese things were the shit back then. Best way to get a shit ton of sugar in your diet to start the morning off rightâ you said through a laugh, recalling some good memories of spending weekends and mornings before school on the couch enjoying a bowl as you watched whatever was on the TV at the time. How you would happily kick your feet with every bite. âDid you ever try them, John?â You asked him, genuinely curious but he was far too entertained by the way that the box was still clutched in your hand like youâd found a long lost treasure. âYeah, I tried âem once. I remember them being stale but it was the only thing around I could get my hands onâ he said with a chuckle. âI used to eat the fuck out of these as a kid. Good and stale. Not sure Iâd do the same now but itâs at least cool to see and reminisce onâ you said. He loved learning new things about you, especially about your past. He always felt like he talked too much about himself and his own past, so it was nice to get bits and pieces of yours now and again. Itâs why he loved moments like this where it was just the two of you, it felt almost intimate in a way. âYeah, theyâre good and all butâŚIâm already lookinâ at 100% of my daily value of sugar right hereâ Hancock said with a sly grin, making a bashful blush rise to your cheeks before you smiled. âSpeaking of, that reminds meâŚâ he spoke, slipping his arms around your waist to pull you close to him as you still held onto the box of cereal in one hand. You smiled up at him dreamily, charmed by his smooth moves and charming words as he looked down at you, absolutely love struck. He adored the sight of you in his hat, he really did need to lend it to you more often, but more so than that, he adored being here with you. âI havenât had my daily value of sugar from you yet. Whatâdya say we fix that?â He asked, his low, gravelly tone dipping even lower at the prospect of his question.
You bit your lip as you looked up at him, a soft giggle escaping you before looping your arms around his neck. His free hand came to rest on your cheek gently as he leaned in, pulling you to him and into a sweet kiss. You smiled and hummed into it in delight, always loving the feel of his rough skin against your own, the way just a kiss from him could ignite a fire in your core. Your body acted on pure instinct and need, as your free hand moved to rest just beneath his jaw, both of you doing all you could to keep the other close. When you had time alone like this, distance was the last thing you wanted between you. Soon your once soft and innocent kiss took a more intimate turn. Your hand slid down from his jaw, gently cascading down the front of his frilly white undershirt before looping around his waist, pulling him against you to effectively rid of any space standing between you. If there was one thing he loved about you that made you different from most, was that you were a woman who made it known what she wanted. He was honored to know that in this moment, and in all other moments down the road, that he was what you wanted. That out of all the people who populate the surface, it was him you chose. Heâll never truly understand why or what you see, but it made him happy and he considered himself a lucky ghoul nonetheless. You felt his larger hands begin to do the same to you, one resting on your back, keeping you to him, and the other trailing down your side before pulling you against him by the fabric of your shirt. There was need laced in the kiss, evident by the way your hands roamed each otherâs bodies. It was heated, passionate, and something you normally didnât get to share outside of the safety of his room at the old state house. Out here, there was a sort of thrill to it. You both smiled into your deepened kiss as you dropped the box of cereal to the ground, in favor of allowing your hands to properly roam underneath the fabric of his red coat. Hancock tapped the back of your thigh, a signal that he wanted to pick you up. As he did, his hands rested on your ass, holding you up before placing you down on the kitchen counter behind you without breaking the kiss. It was skillful almost, and you were always surprised by his strength, how he lifted you so effortlessly as if you weighed nothing in his hands. The position you were now in made it quite evident where the night was going to be leading, but you certainly didnât mind. A night of passion with Hancock was always wonderful, and he couldnât be happier that it was with the woman he loved most in this wasteland existence.
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ellie has a huge crush on a flirty classmate who always wears very short skirts and one day they get together for a physics assignment and ellie asks the reader into her room and things get heated between them, something like ellie fucking the nonstop reader for hours straight omg đŽâđ¨
Thinking thots rn
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This was hard for Ellie, eight am classes were proven to be quiet the difficult task lately.
As soon as you entered the classroom your pretty scent illuminated and clouded all her senses.
Today your skirt was even shorter than the last one. You gave her a pretty smile and sat down to your now official seat.
To right next to her.
For the past two years Ellie had been hiding this little crush she had on you, at first it was easy, having only one class with you a week and with you seating to the opposite corner of the classroom, always paying attention and sometimes talking to your friends.
Ellie was in trance as soon as she saw you, pretty face, beautiful hair that seemed to change almost every month. And those skirts, good Lorde give her straight.
Ellie wasnât the only one who notice how every semester your skirts got shorter and shorter, however she was always trying not to be a creep, keeping her eyes from wondering too long and trying to pay attention in class.
Just like today. Physics was one of Ellies favourite subjects, and DR. Lasky was her favourite professor, still, she hadn't heard a thing until now, the whole classroom booing at him.
"boohoo! Is your fault, none of you are paying attention to my class, therefore, I'll be the one to pick each other's partners!" his mischievous smile while saying that made Ellie and you chuckle at the same time, both looking at each other in surprise and when you caught her eyes, both turn back to look at the Lasky.
Warm cheeks and fast beating hearts connected.
This always happens at class, somehow both of you speak at the same time or laugh at the same small details. It made Ellies mind go wild and as Dina once told her "bitch you delulu" while rolling her eyes when Ellie told her you had said the same answer as her at the same time.
"okay, I'll do this with closed eyes" he picked two random people from the list of students and wrote them in the whiteboard.
One pair, two pairs.
Your name.
Followed by hers.
"fuck" she said under her breath, not looking at you.
"so I need this finished by Friday, today is⌠Tuesday second, soâŚ" he said writing in big bold red letters "Friday 5th" I won't receive any, and I mean it! Homework after this dateâŚ" his voice steady while picking up his things, the assignment written beneath the date.
"hey, umm⌠Ellie right?" you pretty voice fogged every outside noise. She looked to where you were sitting, and to her surprise you were closer to her, leaning on her chair thinking she could hear you better this way.
Her blood flush from her neck to her ears, you were so close to herâŚ
"yeah, thatâs⌠um, thatâs me!" she said with an awkward smile that melted our heart⌠and your pantiesâŚ
"look, I was thinking if maybe we could start today? I have to finish another assignment for the week, so, it would be a relive if we could finish this first" your rant was followed by a sigh that ended your sentence and Ellie could picture you in other ways only with that
"yeah, um sure, like right now its fine? This was my last class of the day soâŚ" her eyes fell to your legs again, she couldnât stop herself, she wanted to squeeze them hardâŚ
"umm, sure, I just⌠I do have another class, 'tsa short one, but if you send me your location I get to your place as soon as I am out, you have my number right?" you told her hurriedly, trying to get to your next class as soon as possible.
"yeah, yeah I have it, I texted you some study material the other week soâŚ" she was a bit disappointed you even askedâŚ
"perfect, fuck.. Umm, see ya' Ells. And um⌠text me your location!" your words hurry and your demeanour apologetic. You were sorry you had to leave her like that, but you'll make it up to herâŚ
When Ellie arrived to her place she sent you her location and left her phone on her bed, she was kind of disappointed at how awkward she was around you.
She put some music and cleaned a bit, she wanted to give you a good impression, but her cleaning session was cut short when she heard the doorbell.
She opened the door to a smiling dripping you, clothes so wet they were sticking to your skin, your white shirt letting her know you weren't wearing a bra.
"hey⌠can I come in? is cold out hereâŚ" you said apologetically, soft smile clouding your features.
And she let you in, taking your bag and dragging you to her bathroom.
"let me get you a towel, and some clothes" she tossed you a towel a bit harder than she intended, the cloth falling in your head which only made you laugh hard, her cheeks went bright red, you looked spectacularâŚ
"what, why? What happened to you?" her voice muffled by rooming around her closed trying to get you something comfortable to wear.
"one of your shirts is fine, I mean, it's only you and I right" you told her when you saw her compare her clothes, trying to find something that would fit you, due to her being taller than you.
She looked back at you, you were taking your clothes off without a second thought, fuckâŚ
"so basically I went to my class and as soon as entered the classroom the teacher called on sick, I thought of getting something nice for us to eat but it's raining in the city right now so before I could get to the restaurant I like to order take out, the rain washed me over, so yeahâŚ" you took Ellies shirt from her hand, she was looking at you and you didnât mind.
As on queue the heavy droplets of water started to poor down, the sound relaxing to you.
You seamed clueless to Ellies crush on you but you truly did noticed, how she always looked at your legs, or at your breast, thatâs why you always sat beside her, how you waved your hair a bit when you sit down, how you cross your legs in a way she could easily see you, how you always gave her something to think about⌠and now, how she was eating you allâŚ
So you didnât mind giving her a showâŚ
Sitting on her bed while looking at her, she travelled to your eyes and shied, oh not right nowâŚ
"look at me EllieâŚ" you didnât expecting your voice to come out so needy, and Ellie followed your command. You opened your legs for her, her shirt covering your nipples riding up until your panties were at her focal point, she almost fell to her knees.
"can I taste?" her voice somehow seemed more demanding than yours, as if both papers were inverse.
She was making it hard for you, hard for you to resist. Your hand travelled to your covered tit, toying with your nipple. "yes Ellie, fuckâŚ" her hand now touching your lips on top of your underwear, she was going to go insane, the fabric so soaked with your sticky essence, tight on your cunt.
The hand that was on your boob made its way to her face, grabbing her by her chin and pushing her down to her knees, her face in direct contact with your heating pussy.
"donât be shy now angelâŚ" she took the words out of your mouth because she latched on to your clothed cunt, sucking on it through the cottony material.
You were squirming, moaning her name shamelessly, you knew she lived alone so you didnât hid from her, how good she was making you feel.
She took your panties off and without wasting another second she went back to her place, the place where she belongs.
In between your thighs.
And she sucked and pull and massage your pussy for what it felt like hours to no end, the pleasure was getting too unbearable, a glowing feeling at the pit of your stomach signalling you that you were about to cum. To Ellie, the signal came from your twitching cunt, how you were closing on nothing, clenching empty.
So she gave you what you needed, one finger in, your pussy sucked it all the way, your moans filling the room and the squelching sounds mixing with it. Ellie felt high, the way you said her name while harshly pulling on your tits, face relaxed, eyes shut and mouth wide open.
While fingering with her tatted hand she took your face with her free one, veiny fingers guiding you to where she wanted you.
right beneath her.
"open your eyes angel" and so you did, you mouth still wide from the pleasure, and she took it as an opportunity, a glob of spit falling form her pretty lips to your hot tongue.
Your eyes rolled back on your head, how fucking dare she be this hotâŚ
One orgasm, two orgasm, one water brake.
"so, I was thinking, maybe we could continue this until the rain is overâŚ" you said sitting on her lap, both completely naked, glistening thighs from both of your wetnessâŚ
She smiled at you, her arm hugging you at your waist making you giggle. She unlocked her phone and opened the weather app. "here says that the rain will be over till tomorrow eight am" she said, smirk spreading all over her face.
this was shorter than expected... sorryyyyyyy
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bratty reader riding gp gamer hanni while playing and hanni continue it on bed đŤŚđŠ
Pairings: gamer g!p hanni x fem reader!!
Warning: unprotected sex (donât be silly wrap your Willy!), reader rides Hanni, Hanni plays with random people, they get caught, not proofread and smuttttt!!!!
Jwans note: this turned out a bit too fluffy for my liking���đŤ
When I previously said that Hanni is such a sweetheart on daily basis, that all disappears when she is gaming. Sheâd be so cocky and smug, probably even overconfident.
Because all of the frustration that the game put her through will probably go out on you, and the fact that Hanni wonât stop playing till she achieves her own satisfaction of winning the game. (Girlie is competitiveđŽâđ¨)
You have been missing your girlfriend Hanni the whole day, but she has her head buried in whatever fighting game she plays and she doesnât seem to put an end to it.
The constant huffs and scoffs ringing in your ears and the aura of the room, cold and tensed. Was she punishing you for acting all bratty and petty yesterday? Yesterday you were in the mood to tease and kinda be âplayfulâ with her but she probably took it to heart. You are going to make it up for her!!
When the craving for her was unbearable you just decided to go and have her. She was in the same position and place that you saw her being in three hours ago, headset on, and slender fingers aggressively tapping the keyboard. The only new thing was that her hair was now disheveled due to the headset being too long on.
You stepped inside the room nervously,but not showing it, she gave you a quick glance before going back to typing whatever she was typing. You went placing your legs on each side of her hips, straddling her. Now facing her.
She placed her head on one of your shoulders while continuing the game. You rolled your eyes at the unbothered act of her. You slowly started grinding your hips on her clothed length. She shot you a quick glare but didnât say much. You smirked at her reaction and started quickening your movements. Her boner now poking out. Your clothed heat on top of it.
Her other Hand left the keyboard and slid around your waist keeping you pressed on the now visible tent a little longer. She let out a low hiss, continuing playing the game.
You gave a little smirk, unzipping her pants. She looked down at you, yanking your hand away. You honestly donât care, you unbuttoned then again unzipped her pants, but this time she didnât give a reaction.
You took her cock out, and discarded your shorts. You saw how she bit her inner cheek, trying to prison any sound that was about to come out. You gave her length few strokes before sinking down on it. The stiff length twitched few times. When you adjusted your her, you slowly set up a steady pace, enjoyable for the both of you.
Her moans immediately got louder, you could hear the people she is gaming with.
âHanni whatâs wrong?â One of the gamers asked. She didnât answer just continued shooting the guy in front of her. You smirked at the question, your moans got more high pitched, her cock still sliding in and out of your wetness. Hanni gave you another glare, you grabbed the small microphone in her headset and gave them a loud whimper.
They all laughed and understood whatâs happening.
âOk dude, seems like you are kinda busy now, letâs play tomorrow.â They gave a quick teasing laugh and the video call ended. Her computer turning off. She let out a loud husky growl.
Her nails now gripped your waist,lifting you up. Your legs wrapped around her waist, and hands around her neck. Her cock was impressively still inside your hole.
She laid you down on the bed, both her hands on the upper of your back, gripping gently but enough to leave nail marks.
âI got enough of your teasing, princess.â She furrowed her brows, her reaction made small tingles approach your lower abdomen. The new side of her just making you wait in anticipation.
She deprived you from her cock, flipping you onto all fours. Your ass on the level of her pelvis. Her mushroom tip, constantly sliding inside just to pull out again. You let out loud whines, the only thing running in your head is just to get fucked dumb on her dick.
A dirty chuckle fell from her lips, with one motion. She slowly went past your gummy walls, her tip carving it way inside. Due to your wetness and how you were waiting for her cock, when she slid in It didnât hurt. Pleasure kicking in effectively.
Hanni smashed her lips against yours, her tongue immediately invading your lips. Her hips snapped back at yours, her tongue dancing with yours. You grabbed a fistful of her hair for support. Pleasure was filling your senses, and your mind was hazy, filled with nothing but satisfaction.
Now that the pleasure that youâve been deprived of came, you instantly felt your high building up. It wasnât one sided, she felt the same. Her balls begging to get to release the thick fluid inside them.
The s of the room getting to hear all of your sweet noises, that were like music to Hannis ears. Last time when her hips snapped against yours you felt, you felt your high. Her tip shoot ropes of cum inside you, filling you up to the fullest.
âThat was so good baby!!â She kissed the top of your head. Engulfing you in her embrace, her hot breath fanning over your neck. You tried to steady your breathing, your climax hitting you hard. Unconsciously your lids started to feel heavy and you fell into deep slumber.
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