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haetrack · 3 months

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(lucky for you) we’re just friends

lee haechan x gn!reader

wc: 6.6k

summary: haechan realizes, for once in his life, he doesn’t know what to do. he's in love with his best friend, and he's sure you don't like him the same way. do you think about him as much as he thinks about you?

warnings: angst, little fluff, bittersweet, unrequited feelings, jealously, argument, confession, dialogue heavy, end of a friendship

heavily inspired by like a friend - pulp

this is part 1 of the how it all goes series!

haechan can feel how his heart pounds in his chest, aching and yearning for something he can’t quite reach.

he’s someone who tries hard to get what he wants, and most of the time, being able to achieve that. he believes if he wants something that bad, then there should be no reason why he shouldn’t be able to get it. he’ll learn, he’ll adapt, he’ll make any changes needed. but now, as he lays in bed within the darkness of his room, he feels lost. nothing’s ever quite compared to this feeling, a feeling of longing for something.

something called you.

he has his phone on his chest, feeling the buzzing of notifications as you text him. you asked if you could come over, despite how late it is and how rain currently is pummeling down. he couldn’t say no to you, his best friend. while he’d be normally happy to see you, he was busy thinking of how it would feel to kiss you before you texted him. he can’t bring himself to pick up his phone, not really sure what to say.

it’s not until he hears knocks at his door that makes him get up. he opens it, and there you are, your jacket drenched in rain while you smile at him. he can’t help the smirk that forms on his face, mirroring your own. he pulls you inside, away from the cold rain and into his warm apartment. you peel your jacket off before pulling haechan into a hug, nuzzling into his shoulder. he can feel how cold you are, his arms hesitantly wrapping around you.

“sorry for coming so late,” you sigh, “just wanted to see you.”

“long day?”

“horribly long. it’s like god was testing me or something.”

haechan laughs as you pull yourself away from him, plopping down on his couch, taking up most of the space. haechan squeezes himself in the small spot left, one hand finding your knee as he tries to comfort you. despite the tiredness of your voice, your eyes shine when they make eye contact with his, almost as if he's healing you.

you start, “i almost ended up not coming here, i thought you fell asleep on me,” he shakes his head, “you weren’t answering me.”

“i was just… in the bathroom.” he lies.

you hum, glancing at him one last time before pulling out your phone. it’s quiet, and haechan can hear the light sound of rain thrumming against his window. you’re here, taking up all his space, not bothering to move you out of the way. whatever’s his is yours, he thinks. he turns to you again, notices how you’re typing on your phone, your attention pulled away from him. he makes a show of grabbing your phone from you, whines coming from your mouth as you try to grab it.

“no phone time when you’re here with me!” he huffs, “you asked to be here so late, so now you have to pay attention to me.”

you frown as you try once more to reach for your phone. haechan laughs loudly at you, enjoying how hard you’re trying. “say please, haechan. maybe even a pretty please, haechan will do!”

you glare at him, inhaling a big breath of air before saying, “pretty please, haechan.”

he cooes at you sweetly before precariously handing your phone back to you. you sigh, now fully seated up as you lean into his side. you miss how he flinches at your touch, how his eyes dart nervously to yours. you lean your head onto his shoulder, eyes closing as he wraps an arm around you.

he likes how this feels, likes how you just come to him no matter how much he annoys you. he wonders if you’re like this with anyone else, wonders if you’d still smile at them if they annoyed you as much as he did. he doesn’t like the thought, biting on his tongue at the uncomfortable feeling inside of him.

he looks to see you now scrolling through instagram, not noticing the longing looks that haechan sends your way. you surprise him when you tiredly look up at him, seeing him slightly flustered for a second before pushing it away. it’s bittersweet, having you like this knowing he’ll never really have you like this. at least not in the way he wants.

he’ll let you do this as many times as you want. he’ll let you take over his mind if you need to.

you: haechannn

you: come pick me upplzzzz

it’s two in the morning and haechan can hear two buzzes coming from his phone. it’s you, probably drunk, asking for a ride home. he’d normally go out to party with you, but one essay and one shift later, he was stuck to his bed. as much as he’d like to go back to sleep, you’re more important. he grabs whatever clothes are closest to him, shoving his keys and wallet into his pockets before driving off.

he has the address from when you had asked him if he wanted to go. but as he pulls up to the place, there is quite literally no spot for him to park. he parks down the street, having to walk a good eight minutes down to the house. he slips past the people outside, into the house that’s filled. despite the amount of people there, he can easily spot you from far away. of course he would, he thinks, you shine the brightest to him.

he taps your shoulder, and as you turn towards him, he can see the growing grin on your face. it’s easy to tell that you’re drunk, the hooded eyes and lazy smile on your face proving it.

“haechan,” you drag his name out, “you don’t know how much i missed you,” you whine into his neck as your throw your arms over his shoulders. he tries to stop the blush on his face from forming from your warm breath on his neck, but fails when he feels your nose nuzzling against his skin. he doesn’t try to pry you off of him, deciding in this one moment to indulge in your touch.

“come on, we gotta get you home so you can sober up.”

he drags you away, saying goodbye to your friends as you both walk out. you lean against him as you both walk down the street, his body warm compared to the cool night. his hand is wrapped around your waist, leaning into your touch. it feels so normal like this, so used to the thoughts of you two together like this playing in his head late at night. he’s not sure if this will ever happen like he wants it to, holding onto you a little tighter than before.

the streets are illuminated by orange street lights, shining down the both of you as the loud music begins to fade as you walk away. he can feel you stumble, him helping you back up as you smile at him. he doesn’t know how long he’ll be able to pretend that your smile doesn’t play in his mind constantly. it hurts having you this close, but it hurts even more knowing you probably don’t feel the same way as him.

in the current turmoil of his mind, one thought is louder than the rest. he doesn’t want to say it, doesn’t even want to think it. he tries to push it away, but when he looks as sees the sweet smile on your face, three words begin to form in his throat. he can’t help it, the words begin to bubble up, threatening to slip out of his mouth. before he can stop it, his mouth opens up, sucking in a breath until-

“haechan… you take such good care of me… you’re such a good friend.”

your words are whispered into the cold air. haechan’s mouth shuts, the words dying in his throat as new thoughts are replaced in his mind. he’s only your friend. no matter what he wishes, what he wants, what he feels like he needs, he’ll never get it. this time, there’s no way for him to work to get it- to get you. the smile on your face tells him what you said is real, genuine words despite how drunk you are.

he feels a little stupid as you make it to his car. he opens the door for you, letting you stumble into the passenger seat. once he’s in, he buckles your seat belt, successfully getting you away from the cold and into the safety of his car. he sees how your eyes shut, how your body naturally leans towards his. it’s stupid for him to think that there’s any way that you might like him back.

he grips the wheel, bites his tongue, fighting back words of a confession to your tired mind. he can’t do that to you, and decides it’s better to drive off into the night.

he unlocks his apartment for you, opening the door and taking you straight to his bathroom. he washes your face to the best of his ability, rinses your mouth out with water, and hands you a cup of water. you whine, but he sternly tells you to drink it. after more complaints, you eventually listen to him, gulping it all down.

he didn’t mean to have you come over. you asked if you could in the middle of your car nap, eyes still closed as you spoke. he can’t say no to you. he eyes you, your party clothes still wrapped around you as you gulp down the water. he offers you some of his clothes, and you happily accept them.

“won’t you let me sleep with you, haechan? it’s too cold for you to be alone on the couch tonight.”

you knew him, knew how he’d give you his whole room to himself. he tries to argue with you, but you pull him down next to you. your arms wrap around his body as you nuzzle your neck into his shoulder. if this were any other day, haechan would play along, trying to annoy you. but tonight, his heart is aching while wrapped in your arms.

he loves you.

“... and so i was about to fight my professor, he just wasn’t- hey, haechan? are you even listening?”

haechan tears his gaze off of you from far away. you’re sitting next to your own friends who he doesn’t really talk to. you pay no attention to him, probably not even aware he’s in the dining hall at the same time as you. you look nice right now, smiling and laughing, leaning onto the person at your side. he wonders if you’re talking about him, wonders if you bring him up as much as he talks about you.

he’s taken away from his thoughts as renjun snaps his fingers in front of him, glaring straight at him. haechan sends a pretty smile at renjun, hand on his cheek as he puts all his attention on him, “continue.”

“do you even know what i was talking about?”

“something about… a fight… and your professor…”

renjun huffs, turning around and scanning the room to find what haechan was so distracted with, “if you were paying attention to what i was saying, you would’ve known that the fight would’ve been- oh. oh.”

haechan looks away, eyebrows furrowed knowing that renjun had seen you. it’s stupid, haechan thinks, how you take all his attention. haechan wasn’t even supposed to be here, his class was cancelled, joining renjun to go grab lunch. if he had known you would be here, he would’ve asked to do something else. it’s not that he doesn’t want to talk to you, but he doesn’t want to think about the other night.

“haechan, you can’t keep doing this.”

“doing what? looking at my literal best friend?”

“you know that’s not what i’m talking about.”

haechan sighs, trying to move on. he pushes the food on his plate around, trying to push all thoughts of you out of his mind. he just can’t stop thinking about you. he wonders if there might be any way for you to see him more than what he is- a friend. he can’t force you to like him, can’t force you to think about him. all these feelings for you are building up inside of him, and it only gets worse when he sees you.

haechan looks at renjun, really looks at him and asks, “is there anything i can do about this?”

renjun looks a little startled by his seriousness, “if i’m speaking honestly, there’s not a lot. if you’re the only one feeling like this, then what else is there left to do?”

“it’s just… the other night, we were walking together, and i just felt… it felt different. i realized that i have all these feelings but there’s nothing i can do about them. they have nowhere to go.”

it hurts to think about, and with a quick glance, he sees your smiling face once more. you’re free from worry, free from the stress of knowing how haechan feels. seeing you puts a smile on his own face. if he were just your friend, he’d walk over, say hi, and sit. but he’s here, sat with renjun, talking about how you don’t want him. how you supposedly don’t want him. although it hurts, it’s funny to think about how there might not be anything between you two anymore.

renjun doesn’t laugh, doesn’t get annoyed, he just breathes out, “i don’t think it’s going to happen the way you want it to.”

haechan plays with his fingers, “i know.”

haechan has to pick you up after class today.

he hasn’t seen you in person since the party night. he’s of course texted you, never fully being able to pull away from you. you draw him in every single time, texts filled up with pictures with a text saying this is us. while haechan is fighting to keep everything in, you’re sending him posts that remind you of him. the small gesture makes his heart swell, body aching to be with yours again. it’s only been like, three days, he reminds himself, i’m acting like i’m dying.

he swallows down his feelings, turning on his car and blasting a song to try to think of something else. he can’t, thinking of you sitting in the passenger seat humming along to the song. he thinks about laughing at you when you sing off-key, thinks about how you ask him to sing instead. he thinks he can sing every single song in the world if it would make you happy.

after an excruciatingly long ride, he finally makes it to your class’s building. you let him know you’d be waiting outside, and as haechan pulls up, he sees you. except, you’re with someone else, laughing along with someone that haechan has never seen before. he bites his lip, grips down onto the steering wheel as the sickly feeling of jealousy pools in his body. he honks his cars horn, thinking it might be the only way to get your attention.

you’re startled out of your conversation, turning to find the source of the sound, finding haechan sitting in his car. there’s a smile etched on his face, but his eyes show something else you can’t quite pick out. he watches you say goodbye to this random person, watches as you walk to his car, sliding yourself in. he can’t stay upset too long, tries to shove down the feelings almost slip out.

“hey, haechan. should’ve texted me that you were here, i swear i almost died when you honked.”

“it wouldn’t have been a problem if you weren’t so busy talking to whoever that was.” he bites the inside of his cheek as he drives off to your apartment. he’s supposed to hang out with you, but he’s not sure what’s about to happen.

“be nice!” you say jokingly, “they were just someone from my class, someone kept asking crazy questions during lecture so we were just-”

“laughing together,” he cuts you off, “yeah, i saw.”

you roll your eyes, “clam down, dude. i’m not replacing you, i promise you are still my best friend.”

your words are supposed to calm him down, but it only makes it worse. he doesn’t want to start an argument, doesn’t want to make you feel bad for something you’re not even aware of. but that’s the problem, you can’t see how he looks at you, can’t see that he’s getting jealous of the thought of someone else making you laugh like he does. it’s bad to feel like this as a friend, worse as someone who likes you. he chooses to be quiet.

“anyways, there’s this party i got invited to at a friend of a friend’s house. you wanna go with me?”

“who invited you?” haechan asks, trying to focus on the road instead of the rising jealousy.

“this guy that my friend knows. i wouldn’t have said yes if it weren’t for you,” you chuckle, “i felt bad that you couldn’t go to the party the other night.”

once your words register, he immediately feels bad. you were thinking about him. you felt sorry for him, felt the need to say yes to someone you didn’t know, just for him. he lets out a small laugh, “you know you didn’t have to. we’re literally supposed to hang out today.”

you smile at him, happy that he’s calmed down, “trust me, i wanted to. plus, i wanted to see if i can find someone cute to talk to tonight.”

haechan gapes out, “why would you need that? i’m gonna be there with you the whole night, just talk to me?”

he can see how you give him a confused look, “i meant like, talking talking to someone. you’re supposed to be my wingman.”

“it’s not that, i just- i don’t know. sorry.”

“don’t do that. tell me what’s wrong, please. i’m here for you, i’m your best friend.”

before haechan realizes it, it all just flows out of him, “i don’t want you talking to someone else. i want you to talk to me, want you to spend tonight with me. not some person from class or- or some random person from a party.”

he doesn’t look at you as he continues, “i want you to be with me. and, god, i just- you don’t know how much i want you to just look at me for once.”

his ears are ringing. he can’t hear if you’ve said anything, or if you kept quiet. he’s near your place, wonders if you’ll still let him, let him apologize, let him put it all behind you. instead, he sees how you shift in place, sees how your eyes shift all over, sees you breath in to speak.

“drop me off here.”

“but i-”

“haechan. please drop me off here.”

he can’t breathe, mind going blank as he can feel you run away from him, “i’m sorry, i just- i didn’t mean to- i don’t know what i was saying-”

“don’t make this worse, haechan. i’ll text you, i’ll walk home, just let me get off here.”

he can’t fight this. he can’t keep you in here. he can’t take back what was said. he unlocks the doors, whispering, “okay.”

what has he done?

haechan feels like his life might quite literally be over.

not only did he angrily confess to you, he might’ve just ruined his friendship of many years just to say that he likes you. well, he didn’t outright say i like you but… you could probably tell what he was trying to say. nothing can make this better. like any of his problems, he wishes he could text his best friend. this time, he’s not sure if you would answer him.

the next best thing he can do is call renjun. he doesn’t really want to, doesn’t want to hear a lecture, doesn’t want to hear how he messed up, how messed up he is. at the same time, he doesn’t know what to do. renjun might not either, but calling him would beat the recurring thought of how he’s ruined everything.

so haechan calls him.

“hey, i’m doing like, ten different things right now so-”

haechan interrupts, “i confessed.”

there’s silence on the other end for a few beats, “you did what?”

“i confessed without even thinking. i just rushed it all out with no plan and i-” haechan takes a breath, “i was so jealous, so fucking jealous to where i couldn’t keep it in anymore.”

“and what happened?” renjun sighs, closing whatever book he was reading.

“nothing good, i think. we were supposed to go to a party, i’m assuming neither of us went to the party. i drove home alone, and now i’m here, and nothing feels right anymore.”

“did you try talking or just like, sending a message?”

“no, what’s the point? who’d want to talk to anyone after something like that happens?”

“that’s true.”

it feels like the conversation ended, haechan and renjun sitting in silence on the phone call. haechan can feel how his eyes begin to well up with tears, feeling like everything might truly be over. you’re still his best friend, he still wants to talk to you, laugh with you, cry with you, and do so much more. you’re slipping away from him, and it’s all his fault.

“i know who you are as a person, haechan. you-” haechan hears a small groan as renjun tries to articulate his words, “you can’t give up like this. i know you don’t want to give up like this.”

“but what can i do? it’s all so fucked, i fucked everything up.”

“no, you know what to do. you just can’t do this halfheartedly, this is your best friend we’re talking about. make it work, haechan.”

“and if it all doesn’t work?”

“then that’s how it ends.”

haechan whispers goodnight into his phone, quickly hanging up on renjun. he doesn’t bother trying to hear anything else. his body buzzes with a feeling of longing, quickly moving to his messaging app. he finds your contact, hovering over your name as he moves to text you. he stares at his screen, reads a few texts from nights before, and lets out a breath. his fingers begin typing, and before he can fully register what he’s typing, he sends you a text.

haechan: if it’s okay with you, would you want to come over tomorrow afternoon?

haechan doesn’t go out the next day.

he stays in his room, hovers around in his apartment. haechan keeps on checking on his phone, trying to see if you’ve texted him back already. the sun is beginning to set, and haechan thinks it might actually all be over. it hurts knowing he hurt you, his best friend. you’ve never really argued like this before, haechan not letting you run away from him for more than a second.

now that this has happened, haechan can only think of giving you space. he can’t beg you to talk to him, can’t just ask you to ignore what he said. these feelings that he has are as real as yours are, he can’t look past that. so as he checks his phone one last time, he’s ready to let you go. he moves to sit on the edge of his bed, staring off into space.

it’s not until he hears a knock at his door.

he didn’t invite anyone but you over, and he’s sure you’re not showing up. he trudges to the door, fully expecting to see renjun with a frown on his face when he opens the door. instead, when he opens the door, he sees you standing there. your eyes look tired as you greet him with a faint smile. he awkwardly stands at the door for a moment too long, spluttering as he tries to come up with something to say.

“are you gonna let me in, or what?” you ask, a teasing lilt in your voice.

he blinks, “sorry, uh, come in.”

he moves aside to let you in, giving you space as you walk in. so many times he’s hung out with you, but none of them feel like this. he feels guilty, feeling like he pressured you into coming over. he keeps his distance from you, shifting his weight on his two feet, watching as you look around his apartment before your gaze settles on him. you don’t look angry, you don’t look happy either, but you still smile at him. he can feel his heart jump in his chest.

“look,” haechan starts, “i didn’t even know you were going to come over. i-i’m sorry-”

“let’s not do that just yet, yeah? let’s just… talk. wanna head out to your balcony?”

he nods, quickly catching up to you as he slides open the door to his balcony. you watch how jittery his movements are, a feeling of sadness washing over you as he tries being careful around you. you did this to him, and you don’t really know how to fix it. you move to his cramped balcony, big enough to fit two lawn chairs and the smallest table you’ve ever seen.

you remember the day he bought the table. you watched as he hauled the big box by the balcony, opening it up just to see a small table, staring right back out at him. you both bursted out laughing, hunched over as you pointed at the size of it. haechan’s cheeks were tinted pink as he tried to justify himself for the accidental mistake of buying the wrong size.

“whatever! it’s perfect for out here, perfect for our little space.”

you hummed, “you better not invite anyone to this spot. this is for me and you only.”

“you know it’s only gonna be you. who else would i’d rather have here than you?”

you look away, fitting yourself into the cramped space of the balcony, sitting down on one of the worn-down chairs. he squeezes in, quickly sliding the door shut as he sits on the other chair. he’s not looking at you, choosing to look out at the setting sun, the light cascading over the both of you. it’s quiet, save for the passing cars and the rustling of the leaves on the trees. you breath out, trying to figure out what you want to say.

haechan beats you to it, “i really didn’t think you were gonna come. i texted you so late, and… i don’t know, i was so horrible to you yesterday.”

“the text you sent me was like, the most formal text you’ve ever sent,” you laugh out, “i was so worried that i just had to come over.”

he freely laughs out at your words, feeling himself relax at your words. he has to remind himself again that it’s still you, his best friend. he’s known you for so long, and for the meantime, he can put his feelings at the back of his mind.

you shift a little in your chair, “so… was all of that like, you saying- i mean, you confessing to me? i didn’t want to assume, and i know i kinda just walked out, but i wanted to ask.”

he messes with his fingers, “i don’t know how it happened. i didn’t want it to happen like that, i wasn’t even sure i wanted to say all of that.” he bites down on his lip before speaking again, “i don’t want to call it a confession, but i do want to say it now, properly. i like you.”

you suck in a breath, not really sure what you’re feeling. this is haechan talking to you, your friend for some time. you never really thought too much of how touchy he was or how flirty he was, it just seemed like him. now, as you finally piece it all together, you take note of the longing gaze, the shyness when you flirted back, how he always calmed down with you around.

you see it now too, his eyes softly scanning over you, no sadness in his eyes despite the situation. his look is full of all his feelings for you, and it hurts that you’re barely seeing it now.

“oh,” you dumbly say, “that’s… i’m sorry.”

he lets out a confused laugh, “do you even know what you’re sorry for?”

you try not to laugh too hard, given the circumstances, but you do anyway. haechan joins you, and it feels normal again. “i don’t even know. i can see that you like me now that you’ve told me, but i just- how come i didn’t see it before?”

“i thought that i was pretty obvious with it. renjun even told me that i had to stop being so forward.”

“even renjun told you,” you repeat, “what a good guy. he could see it before i could.”

“he is a good guy, he was there through it all. all the times where i told him how nice you looked one day or how much i wanted to kiss you during a party.”

“you wanted to kiss me? how- how long have you liked me for?” you didn’t mean for your voice to get so high-pitched at the end, but you can’t hide how surprised you are.

he laughs dryly, “i’m not even sure myself. it just kinda happened over time.” he sighs as he feels his phone buzz, opting to turn it off completely, “you just… i liked how you always stayed you. no matter who you talked to, even if i got jealous watching you laugh and smile at other people.”

your heart aches in your chest. he likes you, and at no point did you ever stop to think if you like him. he’s nice, a good friend, funny, and cute. comparing to how he feels about you, though, your feelings almost mean nothing. anyone can use those words to describe him, and you don’t think you feel anymore than that. you can’t say this to him, turning away to try to avoid him altogether.

“what’s wrong?” he takes hold of your shoulder, feeling how it shakes under his touch, “hey, you can tell me. i… i can probably imagine what you’re gonna say.”

“y-you can?” you sniffle, and he lets out a small laugh when he sees that your eyes are filled with tears.

“i think so. i prepared myself for everything, and it’s probably so much better than you just flat out never talking to me again.”

“i could never do that to you!” you splutter out, “you’re still my friend, and i… i’m sorry for saying that.”

he scratches the back of his neck, clearing his throat before he says, “so can i assume you don’t, uh- you don’t like me back?”

you don’t answer right away. you focus on your hands in your lap, twiddling your thumbs together. you know your answer, but you just can’t get it to come out. it feels wrong, almost betraying your friend in a way. you hate seeing him sad, and knowing that you might cause him pain makes everything even worse. you try clearing your throat, opening up your mouth, but nothing comes out.

he doesn’t try rushing you. you can tell he knows. he knows you like the back of his own hand, and your silence tells him everything. yet, he still doesn’t press you for an answer, doesn’t get mad or upset with your silence. there’s not point in doing so, no point in causing an argument that doesn’t need to be made.

finally, you speak up, “i don’t think,” you take a breath in, your words steadily come out, “i don’t think i like you. at least, not in the way you want me to.”

he slowly nods, biting down on his bottom lip as he takes in your words. it’s not that he didn’t expect this, but it’s different when it’s actually coming from you. he’s imagined this, he’s had renjun tell him this, and yet, his heart still hurts. he doesn’t really know what to do. all that he can come up with is, “yeah, that’s what i- that’s what i figured.”

it’s quiet for a while, you both sit there, staring at the sunset in front of you. no one comments on how pretty it looks, how the beams of sunlight strike against the purple hues of the sky. before you can think about it, you say, “i’m sorry-”

“there’s nothing for you to be sorry about. those are your feelings. i can’t make you feel bad over what you feel.”

you let out a shaky breath, “i know. i just, i don’t know, i wish there was more for me to say.”

“then can i ask a question?” you nod, “was there no time where you ever thought that, maybe, you could’ve liked me?”

you laugh out despite how shaky your voice is, “your nosy ass.”

he lets out a genuine laugh, no sadness behind it as he tries to refocus. you shift in your seat a little as you try to think of anything. he makes you happy, recalling all the times he’s wiped your tears away and made you laugh. even just from the other night, he helped you back to his apartment when you were too drunk to do anything. he didn’t have to come and get you, but he did.

even though he’s done all these things, you never thought of him more than a friend. it feels selfish in a way, all the things he’s done for you while you just take from him. you shake your head slowly, haechan watching how you face him, but try not to look at him. you sigh out, “i… it just always felt like you were a good friend to me.”

haechan just nods dumbly. it’s what he can expect, it was never supposed to be ‘more than friends.’ he was never supposed to find fall in love with your smile, how you lean into him when you laugh, or how you come to him when you’re sad or tired. it’s his fault you both feel like this, and he’s scared of what this might mean for the both of you.

he pokes his tongue into his cheek, his hands folded across his chest, “so, what now?”

you stare at the side of his face, his face scrunched up from either the sunlight or the worrying feelings brewing in his head. you’re not even sure yourself. you don’t know what you want, you don’t know what haechan will want in the future, either. it scares you, almost a feeling of expectations that haechan will have of you slowly falling in love with him.

“i’m not sure…” you inhale, letting out the words you really didn’t want to say, “are you… are you still going to like me after this?”

he wastes no time responding, “i’ll always like you as my friend, but i don’t think- i don’t think i can just push away these feelings i have. i won’t let it get in the way of our friendship, but it’s always going to be at the back of my mind.”

you can feel your heartbeat in your throat, trying to get yourself from saying anything that might hurt. in the end, you think, it’s probably better to say this now. “i just- i’m scared that you want me to fall in love with you in the future. i can’t make that promise, even if that’s not what you’re thinking right now.”

he tries cutting you off, “that’s not what i-”

“i know, haechan. but it’s just, we aren’t gonna be the same after this. i’m gonna be aware of how you act around me. i’ll see how careful you are when you hug me, or- or when i try to talk to someone else and you have to hide your feelings.”

his hands grip onto his thighs, your words blurring into each other at the end. he knows what you’re saying, and it almost sounds like you’re trying to pull away from him. he’s not sure how he can get you back, feeling the distance between you both even as you’re seated right next to him. he shuts his eyes, images of you both together flashing behind his eyelids. you’re everywhere, he thinks, he can’t get away from you.

you continue after a bit, “i just think we need time to figure this out. i just, i don’t want to lead you on in any way. i can’t let you keep falling for me when i know it’s just going to hurt you even more.”

he wants to try to reach out to you, grab your hands and beg you to stop. he wants to make a joke, wants to wipe the serious look on your face and replace it with a laugh. he wants to take you back inside, sitting next to you on the couch while pressing a kiss to your cheek. he tries to shake away the thought, now knowing there’s no way that it will ever happen. all he can do is nod at your words.

you pat the armrests of the chair, feeling the need to walk away from here, from him. you can feel your heart breaking for your friend as you stand up suddenly. he watches with you with bleary eyes, eyes begging you to sit back down. he watches how your hands can’t stop moving around, trying to figure out what you want to do.

“i think i want to go now, haechan. it’s- it’s getting late, and i don’t want to keep you for too long.

he subconsciously nods, sliding open the door for you as you rush into his apartment. he follows you in a daze, his body seeking at your warmth as you pull away from him. he wants to reach out and hold your hand, pulling you against him as he laughs against your shoulder. he swallows, watching how you awkwardly stand in his apartment.

“text me if you need anything. if you feel bad, don’t- don’t hide it from me. i’m still your friend, okay? remember that.”

he’s not entirely sure, but he thinks he nods at your words and lets out a small okay. he opens the door for you, letting yourself out, standing at the doorstep for a little longer. “i love- i care about you, haechan. i’m here for you, always.”

he watches you rush down his hallway, entering the elevator as it opens for you. he slowly makes his way back to the balcony, leaning against the metal fencing of it. this almost feels like a last goodbye, and he’s not sure if he’ll ever see you again. at least, not as friends. he finds you walking down the street, hands moving to your face as you presumably wipe away tears.

he could’ve held back his feelings. he could’ve never fallen in love with you. he could still be hanging out with you today, laughing on his couch as he puts on a dumb romcom. he could’ve still had it all with you, but he threw it all away in a selfish act of love. he doesn’t feel bad for ever loving you.

as haechan watches you walk away from him, he can’t help but wonder if all this time spent with you was worth it. the times cramped up in your apartment, times where you cried out to him, times where you were the only person who could heal him. all the times where you only thought of him as a friend while he could only wish for more with you.

he doesn’t think he could ever regret it.

a/n: this is my first fic without any smut and i am so happy with how it came out… i know how hard it is to fall off w someone so i just had to… *looks out a window* i hope this wasnt too sad but i also hope it was...

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#nct fic #nct scenarios #nct angst #haechan fic #haechan angst #haechan scenarios #haechan x reader #haechan imagines #nct 127 angst #nct dream angst

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bluejeanstrash · 1 year

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a sleepy seungcheol = a cuddly seungcheol.

early on in your relationship you’d learned that seungcheol was a cuddly sleeper. it wasn’t necessarily a need for him but just something he liked. you on the other hand, were not.

cuddles before sleeping? perfect. having someone all over you while trying to sleep? not so perfect.

thankfully, you both had come to a happy compromise.

but sometimes, like today, seungcheol would be extra cuddly. he was fast asleep, his body fully on top of yours—face buried in the crook of your neck, and one leg wedged in between yours.

you loved holding him like this—all safe and sound. until he fell asleep that is. because the deeper he slept, the heavier he got. your boyfriend was a buff guy, so now it was borderline uncomfortable.

you feel this pressure against your chest while he rests on you, completely at ease. you’d thought maybe if you tried hard enough you could fall asleep but nope, not possible.

‘cheollie’ you whisper, hoping it’ll be enough to wake him. but he just continues snoring, each snore rumbling through your body.

‘scoups’ you try again, a little louder.

‘CHOI SEUNGCHEOL’ and nothing. he simply moves a little in his sleep, letting out a particularly loud guttural snore.

okay. plan b. if you couldn’t get him off, it was time to slide down. after 2 unsuccessful attempts, you somehow make it, taking in a huge gulp of air on escape. you haven’t even fully turned to the side yet before seungcheol wakes up, upset the source of warmth underneath him is gone. he aimlessly moves his hand on the sheets until he can feel you.

‘where are you going?’ he mumbles sleepily, scooting over to you. ‘don’t..’ one heavy arm wraps around you, pulling you into him.

there’s a soft content hum as he feels your body fit into his.

‘seungcheollie?’ you call out to him sweetly.

‘mmm’

‘you know i can’t sleep like this, hmmn? come on’ you tap his arm signalling him to let go.

he doesn’t budge. instead, he just lets out some noncommittal sounds before nuzzling his face into your hair.

‘come on, let me go okay?’ more taps.

‘no! i don’t want to!’ he whines, kicking his feet under the blanket.

‘cuddle with me’ he pouts, slipping into baby talk. it was seungcheol’s own brand of baby talk that he would whip out only on occasions when he really really wanted something.

‘cheollie, you’re being such a baby’ you complain.

‘mmm, because i am. i’m your baby’ he says defiantly ‘so you should treat me like one’

you know there’s no point trying to convince him when he’s in this mood, so you sigh, deciding to give up and give in.

around 5 minutes passes in complete silence. and then he speaks.

‘you really won’t be able to sleep?’ he asks quietly, the thought of it now bothering him. how could he relax knowing his baby was not comfortable?

‘mmm’ you answer as he detaches himself from you.

‘fine! i’ll give up cuddle time for you!’ he sighs, rolling away. a few minutes later, he sighs again a little louder.

that’s his cue to tell you that you’re supposed to concede and snuggle upto him. but you don’t, having finally found a position that’s hitting all the right spots.

‘you really won’t come to me?’ his voice is so stupidly endearing that it makes you melt. you can’t say no to that.

he smiles as he hears the sheets rustle, your body moving towards him.

with his arms wide open he welcomes you as you rest your head against his chest. ‘i can sleep like this..’ you concede as he grins making sure you’re comfortable but still all wrapped up in him.

#short little fluff piece #a little random #scoups fluff #seungcheol fluff #seungcheol x reader #scoups x reader #seungcheol imagine #scoups drabble #scoups imagine #scoups one shot

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canthelpit0 · 26 days

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Enemies (With Benefits) PT4

Pairing: Cold!Chris x Reader

Wordcount: 4K +

Summary: Chris and reader have always been enemies ever since they’ve known each other. neither knew why they had this burning feeling in their gut. So one day they decide to fuck it out. Until, eventually doing it regularly

Warnings: Smut, language, mentions of insomnia, mentioned nightmares/dreams, slight facial dysmorphia (if u squint), mentions of crying, slightly toxic, party, use of y/n, nickname (cherry), pet names (ma, sweetheart, etc), fight (not graphic), switching, unprotected, creampie (she’s on the pill)

(A/N: hope you guys like this! got the idea from this request. Tysm again <33)

PT1 PT2 PT3 PT4 FINAL

Everything with Chris is so unnecessarily complicated.

Why does he act like a little bitch sometimes. Coming to my house, begging me and than being all sassy and annoying.

I let out a harsh scoff when I accidentally smudged my mascara a little bit. Rolling my eyes I pick up a make up remover and a cotton pad to clean up my mistake.

I’ve gone back to ignoring Chris, for my own sake. And he’s stopped attempting to talk to me fully.

I’ve been sticking to Ethan a lot recently. Just staying by his side and all.

We were both invited to this party. But we were both gonna Uber there separately.

I was thinking of getting wasted tonight. I haven’t done that in a while. The last party I’d been to was the party Evelyn forced me to go to.

Evelyn and I haven’t talked much, due to me distancing myself. But she hadn’t tried to reach out either. I’m sure though, that she’ll be at the party.

Having finished my make up now, I look at myself in the mirror. I color corrected my red eyes from crying, well. That as Well as my dark eye bags from sleeping bad.

I was never the type of person to cry a lot. But recently… i was crying because of Chris. But I hate him. Yet he was making me cry, wishing that he was here to comfort me

I hum a tune that’s been stuck in my head.

I just wanna rub my eyes harshly, and just start crying again. I’ve been dreaming of Chris. All in different scenarios.

Sometimes we fucked, cuddled, or even argued. Other times he was with charlotte; or someone else. And other times I was with someone else and saw him in the corner of my eyes.

I’ve been sleeping bad at night, so occasionally I’d have naps after school. Wich didn’t really help much since I’d dream again.

I sigh staring back at myself. And it feels like the more I stare into the mirror, the more my face morphs and changes. That doesn’t look like me.

I purse my lips. My hands slam on my vanity as I aggressively get up.

I let out a harsh sigh moving away from the vanity.

I get a notification from my phone, notifying me that my Uber is here. I snap out of my trance. Honestly I’m so glad that that caught me off guard because I actually might’ve broken that mirror if it hadn’t.

I grab my tiny handbag and shove my phone into it. Then I just walk outside.

Once I’m in the Uber again I drift away in thought.

Chris had done nothing but mess with me, since I’ve known him. Since forever.

Now I’m in my tiny dress, my ass probably showing slightly when I walk, and I’m gonna get laid from someone other than Chris.

Maybe I can obsess over someone else.

And maybe I can finally remember that Chris is not the only human with a dick. And not the only one who can use it.

Before I knew it we were already there. I could hear the slight music from outside blaring into the car.

I tip the dive and finally get out the car.

I heard the car speed say behind me. While the house party in front of me had loud obnoxious music playing.

I swing open the door. I sigh at the tight crowd of people and just decide to card through them.

I’m getting Deja vu from this really. But last time I’d been here I’d seen Chris almost fuck charlotte, and than proceed to fuck me.

Chris..

Chris?

I raise an eyebrow staring back at a person across the room. He was dancing a solo cup already in his hand.

Okay so I was extremely late, so what.

I need to stop going to parties ‘fashionably’ late. By the time I arrive everyone is already wasted.

I purse my lips pushing through the drunk teenagers to get to the kitchen. From where I was standing I could still see Chris.

I need to stop thinking about him.

But how could I do that when he is just a few feet away, probably drunk and dancing with charlotte.

I turn to the counter grabbing some random liquor and pouring it into a, presumably, clean solo cup.

I down half of it in seconds. I need to feel the rush. I need to get drunk.

Honestly I could go looking for Ethan, but than I’d probably hang out with him in the backyard and smoke all light. Or I could find myself some good dick.

★ ★ ★

After a good few drinks I was dancing with some dude. I don’t know his name, and I don’t care to.

This would be a simple hook up.

Before I know it he starts to guide me outside mumbling something to me about how we can fuck at his house.

And honestly I don’t know why I let him drag me out of the party.

I don’t really want to hook up with him, I want Chris. But I won’t stop him either. I don’t care to.

Suddenly we stop walking. And within seconds I feel his hands off of me, and a loud cry echo through the night air.

I turn around to see what’s happening.

It was Chris. He’d punched my possible hook up guy. My mouth falls open. I want to say something. To tell Chris to fuck off and leave. But I want Chris.

I don’t pay attention for one second and suddenly the guy is on top of Chris beating him up.

I can see from their faces that Chris had gotten a few punches in too though. The guy was taller and bigger than Chris. And I remember something about him being an American football player or something.

Chris manages to flip them around beating up the guy. They wrestle on the ground while I just stand there stupidly and watch.

My drunk brain was processing this way too slow.

Suddenly I see Ethan come into my field of view trying to separate the two on the ground, without getting involved.

I feel another presence next to me. And it’s charlotte. The girl looks as shocked as me. but she also looks more sober.

I snap out of my trance, my slow brain having finally caught up.

I put a hand on Ethan’s shoulder to tell him to back off. And once he does I pull them apart. And they let me.

I yell at both of them about how stupid they are to make a scene like this. Both of them look down in shame.

I turn fully standing in front of the random dude. I slap him across the face and tell him to fuck off.

After that everything is a blur really. Once I somehow got Chris to my house, and up the stairs without waking my siblings, we stand in my bathroom.

Chris is sitting on the closed toilet seat. I sprint downstairs really quick to get him some ice, because, half his face was definitely going to be blue by tomorrow.

Once I’m back I put some alcohol on a cotton pad gently dapping it in his skin as he occasionally takes in harsh breaths.

“Why would you hit him?”

I sigh. That’s the first question I’ve asked since we’ve gotten here.

He holds the ice on his cheek, while I tend to a wound on his forehead. He wasn’t cut up too badly though. It was just a fist fight after all.

“Because he was going to take advantage of you” he scoffs as if the answer to that was obvious.

I purse my lips. Honestly I was subjecting myself to it. I was literally begging for anything, I would’ve been fine with that.

“You had no right to intervene.” I purse my lips. I take the alcohol from the sink and put it back in its place in the cabinet.

I help him up. Chris wasn’t walking bad, I just wanted to touch him.

We walk to my bedroom where he sits down on the bed, and I once again stand between his legs.

I take the ice out of his hands to look at his cheek to see how bad the damage is.

And after a moment I feel his arms wrap around my waist. He berries his non-bruised cheek into my stomach.

“You don’t get it cherry” he sighs, relaxing more as he touches me. “He was looking at you in a weird way.”

“Like what?” I ask. My hand goes to his head. I card my fingers through his messy brown hair.

“Like an object.” He mumbles so lowly, I barely even understand it.

“Oh and you don’t?”

The question is asked flatly. I just look down at him blankly not thinking anything of it.

“No.” He pulls away to look up at me. He looks at me like he is insisting he’s telling the truth.

“I may be rude, but I never look at you like you’re an object.” He scoffs at the accusation. He rolls his eyes hard.

“You don’t?” I ask flatly, not bothering to even act surprised. As much as in hate Chris, he doesn’t treat me bad. Necessarily. He’s just a dick.

He grumbles disagreements turning his face fully into my stomach as he keeps holding me closer.

He starts to complain about his head hurting, and how he fought someone for me and whatever.

I pull him off of me slightly. I was still holding the ice in my hand. It was a bunch of ice cubes I had put together onto some towel.

I slowly sink to my knees between Chris’ legs. I look up at him through my lashes.

“Want me to take your mind off of things baby?”

I ask in a mildly mocking way. But I was dead serious.

Chris lets out a shaky breath. He tugs his shirt off, quickly throwing it off to the side. “Please” he sighs out.

I tug at his belt trying to undo it slowly, to tease him more.

“God I’ve missed you so much.”

His breaths are shaky. His eyes close for a moment. He was getting so worked up and bothered already.

“Have you?” I ask teasingly. He purses his lips slightly staring down at me. He undoes the button on his jeans and finally slides them down.

I help him take them off fully. Then I toss them away.

I look up at him watching him, as he sat only in his boxers in front of me.

“Fuck, you gonna be all submissive like last time?” I mock still looking up at him.

“Cherry, don’t tease please.” He sighs looking down at me.

I stand up quickly and turn to face away from him. Since the dress was a halter dress. I pull my hair to my from teasingly.

“Be a sweetheart and undo this for me real quick.” I don’t wait for long. His hands find my upper back undoing the string of the halter.

I turn back around again letting the top fall, revealing my lacy bra underneath.

I wiggle the dress around a little bit to slide it down. I slip out of it and then kick it away. I was standing in front of him in my matching lacy bra and thong sent.

His eyes trail my body. He looks hungry and needy. Looking submissive as ever.

I lean down to help him take his boxers off. And once he does I sit back down between his legs.

I look up at his dick. And it’s the only one I’ve seen in a while. It’s the only one that I’ve ever found pretty.

Never thought that was possible. But here we are.

The tip was the same red as he has on his cheeks. He was painfully hard and it had pre cum leaking.

I cup it in my hand starting to teasingly slowly jerk him off. “Y/n/n, cherry, please” he whines loudly, to wich I stop my movements.

“Chris” I hiss under my breath my expression harsh. I slap his thigh for a moment to catch his attention. I squeeze his cock lightly.

“My siblings are home. Shut the fuck up”

I hiss. Usually I wouldn’t mind, but my siblings are younger than me. 4 and 5 years. Me being 18, they’re 14 and 13. They don’t need to hear my childhood friend that they have also known for ages get fucked.

“Sorry, sorry” he huffs under his breath. I watch as Chris leans back in his arms looking down at me.

I take one of the ice cubes from the ice in the towel. I then proceed to put it right on his aching tip.

He flinches at the contact of the cold ice in his burning hot skin. I grin at the reaction, watching the way his dick twitches.

“You’re such a tease” he scoffs, to wich I just chuckle.

I drag the ice cube down his shaft before putting it back on the towel with the other few ice cubes. I knew it was gonna melt but honestly I couldn’t care less.

I start to jerk him off slowly again. I lean down to place a peck on the tip, and then proceed to suck him off slowly.

I swirl my tongue only keeping the tip in and staying teasingly slow.

I hear Chris let out a sharp huff, throwing his head back.

“Come on, ma” he says under his breath. His hand snakes into my hair, Slightly gripping at it. And then he harshly pushes me down, making me deep throat him for a second.

I choke on it for a second. Chris starts to move my head, yanking on my hair. I was deep throating him roughly.

I keep my hands on his thighs and pull off. “Don’t” I huff pushing away his hand from my hair, And then smoothing it down again.

I go back to licking a teasing stripe up his shaft, before I go back to deepthroating him, jerking off what I can’t fit in my mouth.

“Ma- I’m-“ he sighs. He was leaning back on his arms his head thrown back. He was trying so hard to keep his moans and groans minimal and as quiet as possible.

I pull off and chuckle. I kiss up his sensitive shaft while looking up at him. Then I get up and hover over him.

I connect our lips in a deep passionate kiss. And while I continue kissing him I lean over starting to straddle him.

Still while kissing him, I start to slowly sink down on his length making both of us moan.

When he bottomed out in me I pull away. My hands go to his shoulders as I just sit there for a moment.

My cunt was aching at the stretch. I had to get used to it again, since we hadn’t hooked up in a while.

I haven’t hooked up with anyone other than Chris in a while. And the last time I had it was not nearly as pleasurable as when I did it with Chris.

“So good for me, baby” I mumble under my breath leaning in more as I wrap my arms around his neck.

His hands trail over my thighs to my hips to hold me.

“Just for you ma.” He mumbles back. We’re so close I can feel his soft breath in my face. He just looks so kissable right now. With his lips plump and swollen like that.

“Oh yeah? Didn’t get pussy from someone else, hm?” I say again my tone low and harsh.

I start to gently grind into him. His hands on my hips don’t stop me or help me either.

“Fuck-“ Chris’ breaths are heavy as he tries to keep his voice low. “You’re the only girl I’ve been fucking.” He admits lowly, the blush on his cheeks only deepen.

“Oh, am I?” I mock as I start to slowly lift myself. I start to ride him, his hands on my hips only being there to steady my movements.

“God- you’re gorgeous” he breaths out staring up at me. His eyes stay locked on mine.

One of His hands starts to trail up my side. And once he reaches my bra, he pulls my body closer to him so he has better access to undo it.

Both his hands back down to my waist now actually helping me ride him harder.

I clench my teeth my moans coming out as sharp breaths as I try to keep quiet. I’m doing a better job than Chris is though.

I put a hand on his mouth to muffle his groans further.

“God- you’re doing so good for me baby.” I pant under my breath, still trying to keep as quiet as possible. My hips pick up pace even more. I continue moving, his tip pressing against my cervix repeatedly.

He mumbles back an agreement, my hand still keeping him quiet.

I continue to ride him at a harsh pace until I feel the knot in my stomach get tighter, ready to snap.

“Chris- I’m so close-“ I breathe out trying to keep myself from moaning.

Chris gently takes my hand from his face putting his own hand on my mouth to muffle my sounds.

“C’mon ma, come for me” he bites his lip. leaning back slightly, he watches as I do all the work. “Go on, get off on my cock”

My pace starts to become more messy and uncontrolled. Chris was also not helping, doing nothing except keeping his hands on my face.

With a muffled moan I slam myself down one last time. My head falls forward as I feel my orgasm wash over me. I feel warm and so relieved.

He takes his hand from my mouth, he then leads me to him by my neck and presses our lips together.

His hands both go back to My waist. just holding my body close to his.

I could still feel him rock hard in me. I knew we weren’t done, but I was appreciating the break.

Chris pulls me off gently and picks me up. He turns us around so he is on top of me.

Us fucking in missionary was always rare as hell. Because we’re there for the benefits. -And according to Chris, he hates my face so much he doesn’t want to see it.

well at least that’s what he used to tell me.

He slides his dick through my folds, before slowly pushing in.

I sigh feeling him fill me up again.

In our enemies with benefits situation we never did anything that felt intimate. The sex felt like sex, and not love. And that’s how it worked. It was good like that.

But like this, Chris, his blue eyes staring right into mine. The way he kept his hand at the curve of my waist, his other hand holding him up placed next to my head.

We were so close, I could practically feel him breathing on my face.

This felt so intimate, like something we, as people who hate each other, shouldn’t be doing

And that’s exactly what it was.

Well I guess we already made the first mistake when we first hooked up.

We were never meant to be. Not like that. Not like this.

So why did it feel so good though?

“You good ma?”

Have I been staring? Probably. But how can I help myself when he is so close to me, looking ever so handsome.

“I’m good. Please move” I whine trying to keep my voice low.

He sinks down, his face burying in the crook of my neck as he starts to move. All slow and sensual.

we barely ever did missionary, and when we did, his face was as far away from mine as possible. But right now it seemed like he was trying to be as close to me as possible.

He occasionally groans into my skin, sending tingles down my spine and right to my aching core. I try to keep my voice low, but still let a few soft moans slip.

“Y/n?” He says abruptly. He keeps up the slow sensual thrust, keeping himself buried deep. Yet he sits up slightly, his forearm next to my head holding him up.

“Mhm?” I say lowly not really trusting my voice.

Our eyes lock. Chris swallows. My eyes trail his features, trailing down to his chest, to his lips and back to his eyes again.

“Can I come in you?”

I raise my eyebrow at the question. Usually we used condoms. I mean I’m on the pill but according to Chris he ‘doesn’t want to take any risk’. But recently we had done it like that more than we had since the whole arrangement started.

“ ‘corse” I mumble back.

And before I know it Chris is picking up pace. He doesn’t move back, keeping himself hovering right above me our eyes connected.

My core was aching from all the over stimulation. So I shudder when he picks up pace.

He still keeps his strokes sensual and deep. I moan lightly, cautiously keeping my voice low.

He re-adjusts my legs, wrapping them around his torso for a deeper angle.

He picks up pace even more. I throw my head back at the overwhelming pleasure, my eyes closing, my mouth falling open in a silent moan.

Chris doesn’t even bother to make me look back at him. He just lets me enjoy this, and watches. Watches the way I look with my head thrown back in euphoria.

“Chris, Chris- chris-“ I keep my voice low but the more I chant his name the higher and squeakier my voice gets.

Chris takes that as a telltale sign that I’m close, but so was he.

He cups my mouth shutting me up. or atleast muffling my moans and whines.

He picks up pace even more. My eyes go back to meet his, my eyebrows scrunched in pleasure.

I tap his wrist to tell him I’m close. He licks his lips. Of course he knew I was close without me telling him.

His hand stays firmly on my mouth, keeping me quiet. “You’re doing so good, cherry”

His other hand goes to my clit in order to finish me off quicker. He rubs it harshly.

Suddenly I throw my head back again, clenching around him. I feel my release wash over me again.

He keeps pounding into me. But his thrusts get more sloppy and uncontrolled. Until his hips stutter. He gives me one last thrust before his spurts of cum shoot into me.

My legs are tense around his torso from the overwhelming pleasure.

I feel warm and so filled. It felt way more intimate than the countless times we’ve hooked up before.

And the fact that he stays there, collapses on top of me, his face in my neck, gently kissing, And not moving off, only made this feel even more intimate.

After a long while of just cuddling, and being in each other’s presence, Chris sits up. He gently and slowly pulls out, making me wince at the loss of contact.

He stares down at my cunt for what feels like a long time. Until his pointer and middle finger meet it again. Pushing the seed that was leaking out of me back in.

“Chris” I hiss my body shooting up. I was now half sitting my arm propping me up, my other hand going to circle his wrist to stop him from moving his hand.

“Awe poor baby does that hurt?” He huffs in a slight mocking tone. But for once it doesn’t seem menacing.

“Yes. don’t do that” I roll my eyes.

He chuckles at the sassy tone. “Well I gotta make sure you don’t waste it.” He sasses right back.

Chris already prepared for the worst outcome.

“I’m still on the pill.” I huff. I then slowly pull his fingers out of me, seeing the way they were covered in a whole lot of our mixed juices.

He chuckles popping his fingers into his mouth.

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A/N: I loved writing this series. But it’ll probably only have one more chapter (so 5 in total). This was my first ever series, and it was so fun to write. Love y’all. My dms & req are open 🩷

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undreaming-fanfiction · 1 year

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When the Corroded Coffin makes it, Eddie leans into the success completely. He can't really help it, he never thought he'd make it anywhere, wouldn't even have a moderately comfortable life and now he's here, people love him, want him, think he's worth their time. It's intoxicating and he feels like if he slows down for just a second, he'll lose it all.

Steve is supportive, of course he is. It's everything Eddie's ever wanted, success in the world and the most amazing person at home, loving him unconditionally. But Eddie grows more and more frantic about his work, tours, everything. He loves Steve so much, he talks about him in awards ceremonies, in interviews and credits him as his forever muse that he maybe forgets a little that random people who he'll never meet hear more about his love for his boyfriend than Steve himself.

Maybe if he took a moment to think, Eddie would have remembered that Steve was left alone for most of his teenage years, that the love he had was real but distant. That this love always stopped him from asking for more, asking for time spent together, for actions, not words. But he didn't.

After many dinners wrapped in cellophane and tossed in the fridge, postponed dates, hurried goodbye kisses and whispered promises over the phone that never come true, it happens. Steve doesn't blame him, doesn't scream or snap, but Eddie would have preferred if he did. He just calmly tells him that he loves him, will always love Eddie and he can't imagine there being anyone else, but he finally realized that while he's happy for Eddie, he can't live through someone else's dream. He needs, wants more than another empty house and waiting, so much waiting. He kisses Eddie goodbye and whispers, "I'm so happy you managed to break your cycle, Eddie. The crime, poverty...I'm so proud of you. But now I need to break my own."

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As Steve fully settles in his own apartment almost a year later, heart aching but finally not paralyzed, he turns on the radio and hears a familiar voice, like the sweetest pain. He sings a new song, one that Steve doesn't know.

I painted your room at midnight

So I'd know yesterday was over

I put all your books on the top shelf

Even the one with the four leaf clover

Man, I'm getting older

I took all your pictures off the wall

And wrapped them in a newspaper blanket

I haven't slept in what seems like a century

And now I can barely breathe

Just like a crow chasing the butterfly

Dandelions lost in the summer sky

When you and I were getting high as outer space

I never thought you'd slip away

I guess I was just a little too late

Your words still serenade me

Your lullabies won't let me sleep

I've never heard such a haunting melody

Oh, it's killing me

You know I can barely breathe

Just like a crow chasing the butterfly

Dandelions lost in the summer sky

When you and I were getting high as outer space

I never thought you'd slip away

I guess I was just a little too late

The last soft tones finish and Steve takes a deep breath, shaky and uncertain. He loves his new life, loves what he's doing, studying to save lives, and yet...

It's almost funny. They broke up a year ago, yet Eddie never left him behind. There was no pressure to get back together, no unwanted declarations of love, just...showing. Steve told Eddie that he needed actions, not words, and here he was, for a year, giving Steve the space he needed but always checking in, always making sure Steve was okay.

Eddie's words were his actions and Steve finally understands how to break his own cycle. Being alone doesn't mean he's lonely. Not when Eddie's thoughts never leave him.

Not when he remembers the four leaf clover he scribbled into his textbook.

When he says he always thinks of Steve when seeing dandelions, so bright and comforting, like home.

The nights they spent together, drunk on each other's presence.

And the melody Steve always hummed when he got out of shower.

He reaches for his phone, their careful messages blinking at him, making him wonder how this love can feel so distant yet so real.

I hope your classes are going well, Stevie.

Wayne says hi. He says he'll call you next Tuesday.

I hope you found what you were looking for.

I hope you're happy.

I'm thinking about you, always.

He types something cheesy and ridiculous, but he can't help himself. He just feels loved, seen.

What if I told you that you aren't too late, crow?

His phone dings back almost immediately and he smiles.

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starlightdreaming · 2 months

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WELCOME TO LULULUNA!! YOUR SECOND HELL OF PAINNN MUAHAHAHA!!,!

Lucifer Morningstar x Reader! Ch. 2!

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel!

Content Warning: MORE ANGST! (Regret, consequences of actions and swearing and stuff idk)

Synopsis: Lucifer loved you but there was something in the way he couldn’t tell you, someone was always watching.

Further note: I WROTE TWO ANGSTS IN ONE DAY AND I PERSONALLY WANNA CRYINGNMUTFU KING EYES OUT SOMEONE GET ME THERAPYPLAES (not proofread BUT ENJOY!!) - ✨Lolo💫

Chapters!: Chapter 1 ✧ Chapter 2 (you are here) •<•)b ✧ Chapter 3 ✧ Chapter 4 ✧ Chapter 5

(NOW THIS CHAPTERS SONG IS:

to further improve reading, I recommend listening! (It helped me write this too))

｡･:*:･ﾟGoodbye Luna･ﾟ:｡*:･｡

The new job you had been assigned by the higher ups was pretty simple, just make stars, bring them to life, give them the ability to help others like the stars helped you in your depression, repeat!

You smiled down the streets of Halo city, seeing all your stars help others and help the community in general, for once, you felt rather proud of yourself, you were always working but that didn’t bother you at all, it helped you ease your mind as you made the little stars, it was your comfort and now its your job, this was a perfect absolute win - win!

After Emily came along into your life, you decided it was time for a change, she was always so bright and comforting, when you told her you were changing your name as a ‘new person’ she fully supported you! She had made sure to always call you your correct name and made sure others did as well, including her sister Sera.

It was such a new feeling.. to feel that you belong, it was heart warming. You don’t think you would change your life for anything else, seeing as Emily and Sera welcomed you like their own sister and there was nothing better than that.

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Lucifer sighed as he sat next to Lilith, crying, Lilith being there to comfort him as he leaned down onto her chest while she pat his head, “I know it hurts, dearest.” She comforts, “But we both know it was for the best, remember that..” She swoons, kissing his head gently, “It’s been so long, Lilith, I really miss her.” Lucifer whimpers before another tear fell from his face, he remembered the hurt in your eyes and that was taking a toll on his soul, “when the day comes, you can tell her everything about it, alright dear?” Lilith smiles gently, cupping his face to look at her, “I know, Lilith, it just… hurts.” he says before wiping his own tears, “But now that its done, I think it’s time we move to our next step..” Lucifer says as he stands up, taking Lilith’s hand into his own.

“Once we find Eve, give her the apple and my Luna will be free.” He smiles, walking toward the oak tree, seeing as how it was put back together with stars only you knew how to make but still definitely showed as damaged, his smile softened, knowing that this meant that he still had a chance to explain everything to you. He leaned against the tree whispering, “I’m sorry, Luna.” before he walked away with Lilith, hand in hand.

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You hummed to yourself, making stars in your office that was completely covered in stardust, you included.

You flew around your office as the stars floated around you, noting down on your white board on how to improve your stars, it was an everyday routine for you but sometimes… when you look out your office window and see all the Heaven born angels outside, you couldn’t help but miss that special somebody you could never see again, you often sat down in your chair, making silly constellations of Lucifer cause of your longing but remember the words he shouted at you would always make the constellation dissipate or shatter. You sighed before deciding maybe it was time for a break, lunch time it is!

You moved some stars out of the way as you tried to get out of your office, upon exiting your office you had to dust yourself off from all the star dust that glittered your clothes and hair, most would fall off but some would still stick to you, it wasn’t that important to clean yourself since you would be covered in the dust once you came back.

Upon flying around Halo City, a few stars had assisted you on serving your meal, taking your orders and working together as they chimed and squeaked as communication, this proving that your stars were successful to the community in Heaven, “thank you my children.” You smiled as your stars chimed at you, going back to work.

After eating, you decided to head back to work, feeling happy and full from your meal, leaving the little cafe, you flew back to your office, you paid no mind as you walked down the halls until you turned around the corner, “What do you mean I can’t see her? She’s my best friend!” A familiar voice shouted to an employee who was at your office door, You saw Lucifer who had completely disheveled hair and looked like he was in a frenzy, “Please, you don’t understand! I need to see her!” he pleaded again, you stared at them both from shock and surprise, your stomach getting a sinking feeling that maybe you should just run. The employee batted an eye at you before looking back at Lucifer, this made Lucifer to turn to your direction, the split second of eye contact he had made with you made you hide completely in the corner of the hall, ‘shit’ you thought as you started running off to who knows where, “Luna? Luna wait!!” Lucifer shouted to you, the name making you feel sick, you haven’t heard anyone call you that in a long time.

You tried to fly home, lock your doors and stay there for months until Lucifer was completely gone, but he caught up to you before you could even finish the thought, He held onto you dearly and tightly, you struggled in his grasp as he teleported you both to the garden of Eden, it was happening so quickly as you both fell to the ground, crashing, he protected you from the fall when you both imoacted into the grass, tumbling and rolling.

He grunted as he rolled into a tree, giving you the chance to kick away and crawl backwards away from him, your heart beating rapidly from the unexplained situation you were in, “What in the heavens is happening? get away from me!” You shouted, picking yourself up as you dusted yourself, stepping away from Lucifer, trying to brush off the dirt that got on your clothing.

Lucifer tried to recover but he seemed to have been hyperventilating to even care, “Listen, Luna-“ he tried to speak, “Don’t call me that!” you hissed, the name making spite fill your eyes, “You lost that ability to do so.” you say as you crossed your arms looking away in irritation, “Please- just- just listen to me,” Lucifer begged, “And why should I? after everything you did? everything you said??” You asked in a much higher tone, “I don’t have much time! please!” He begged, hugging you close in desperation, the hug was so unexpected to you, it felt sick and insulting, you pushed and punched him off you, “You think you can just touch me like you didn’t fuck up my life?!” You say as you recomposed yourself after pushing him away, tears were in his eyes, “I’m in so much trouble! you don’t understand!” he shouted, his voice cracking but that only made you more pissed, you couldn’t help but laugh as you started connecting that dots, “Oh I get it,” You say more irritated when you realized the situation, “You’re in trouble and since Lilith can’t help you, you’re asking ME for help? tch, please.” you rolled your eyes, turning away and waving him off, “That’s- That’s not it!” He cries, trying to hold you, “Luna, you have to listen! I gave an apple to Eve so she could have free will! and since she broke free from control, that means that-“ He tries to explain quickly but the Seraphim’s had arrived to your location, “Lucifer! You are to be silent!” A loud voice echoed, his eyes widening in fear, you turning to see Sera and other angels you weren’t aware of.

Lucifer looked up at the seraphim’s, down to you, then down to the ground with wide eyes full of tears, “I’m too late..” He whispers under his breath, only for you to hear, you turned to him confused as angels that looked similar to him began to hold him down, you stepping back in surprise, ‘what the hell did he do?’ you pondered to yourself, “and you, Y/n, what are you doing here?” Sera asks in her angel form, you crossed your arms looking away from Lucifer, “He dragged me here when I was trying to get to my office.” you explained, walking towards Sera and standing by her side as you watched Lucifer get dragged by a few angels, Lucifer looked at you with apologetic eyes but that only made you advert your gaze, not wanting or bothering to defend him like all the times you had done all the years you had been together, just like how he made you suffer alone, he was getting the same treatment now, karma at its finest.

Lucifer didn’t care what was happening to him, he just wanted to see you again, he wanted to look at you again, he wanted you to look at him, he did that all for you…! but at what cost…? you walked away with Sera, not even giving him a second glance. He looked down, wallowing in his guilt, “please come back to me, my Luna.” he whispered under his breath.

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You went back to your office with Sera, you expected to go back to work and do your usual, “You can’t work today, Y/n.” Sera ordered, “What? Why?” You asked in bewilderment, “Since you were with Lucifer before we could find him, you are now a witness.” Sera stated, you were shocked from this, “What do you mean? What did he do..?” You asked a little afraid to know the answer, Sera took a deep breath, feeling tired from how crazy the day seemed to have been for her, “A few days ago, Lucifer gave Adams’ new wife an apple.” Sera explained, “an apple?” you raised a brow, not understanding why an apple made the subject so serious, “Yes, an apple. It was made from the tree of knowledge, it gave her free will, she broke out of our control,” Sera continues as she paces in your office, pushing away stars that got in her way, “And because of that, evil has found it’s way to Earth.” Sera finishes as she looks down upset. You gasped when she finished, “Lucifer brought evil into creation that we spent so much time and effort into making??” You asked in complete shock, no wonder he came to find you, he wanted to use you as a defense to escape trouble, he was so selfish.

“Yes and now you will have to join us in court, since you were the closest to him.” Sera says as you advert your gaze from her, not feeling proud from the amount of years of your life that felt as they had gone to waste with a stranger far in the past.

“When is it?” You asked, “Since it’s urgent, it’s being held now.” Sera says, “Wait what-“ you say but before you could finish, you were teleported into the court room, you blinked twice before processing your surroundings, Lucifer at a table with Lilith, they both looked nervous, seeing the two of them together put you in a sour mood rather quickly.

“Since the Seraphim is here, I suggest this court meeting begins now,” A voice spoke, you look down at the person seeing a tall male that was quite charming, “Greetings everyone, My name is Azreal,” He said calmly and authoritative, “I am here today for the incident of evil breaching the creations of Earth, caused by; Lucifer Morningstar.” He states out, the public gallery gasping and whispering amongst each other as you looked at Lucifer, you felt worried for him and you hated that, he had betrayed your trust, he turned his back on you and your friendship, so why on Earth are you so worried about him? when Lucifer caught you staring you glared at him before turning away, continuing to listen to Azreal.

“We are gathered here to discuss the punishment Lucifer deserves after destroying the divine creations we had worked hard to make, do we have any ideas?” Azreal asks, waiting for anyone to answer, “Well obviously community service ain’t gonna help.” someone snarked, sarcastically.

“Yeah! all that hard work just for it to go down the drain in a blink of an eye? he deserves the worst of the worst!” A voice shouted angrily, others obliging as well, they began to argue and yell at Lucifer, you, watching as you put up a facade, staring nonchalant at Lucifer and Lilith. Lucifer hid under his hat worriedly as Lilith tried to hold his hand for comfort, you thought for a few moments, thinking about what they deserved.

Sera silenced the court room with a raise of her hand, “he should pay…” you mumbled quietly, only for Sera to catch on, “What was that, Y/n?” Sera asked, leaning down closer to you, “He should pay.. by living in his own mistake.” You say, confusing the higher elder.

when you broke that oak tree, it was the worst mistake of your life, all those memories were shattered into pieces and you tried.. so hard to put it back together, it did in the end but it barely stayed, despite that, you drowned yourself in guilt and sorrow, pain and sadness for months and you think, thats the perfect thing he should suffer from too.

“He should live in his mistake, create a realm of evil that he can drown in, it’s what…” you hesitate, hugging yourself to finish your sentence, “he deserves.” you finish, looking down at him and Lilith, you felt sadness and guilt, hatred and disgust all at the same time, you didn’t know how to react, this whole mess was beginning to give you a headache, he tried to use you to protect himself in all this mess and yet, all you wanted to do was cry and tell the court to forgive him! forgive and forget, but you were so full of hurt you couldn’t do either.

“don’t credit me for the idea, Sera,” you began to feel the tears escape, “please.” you pleaded silently. Sera understood and pat your head gently, “If you could listen, I have an option.” Sera calls, the court listening as you hid from everyone’s view, “We can make Lucifer face the consequences of his actions by making him drown in his own mistakes,” Sera says, trying to go off by your words, “we can create a realm of evil, so only it stays far away from the grasps of Heaven, Lucifer can be sent to the realm, to face the actions he had committed.” She finishes, Lucifer and Lilith’s mouths a gap, looking at Sera in disbelief, the court room began to murmur and whisper amongst themselves in a more calm manner, “That sounds like a fantastic idea!” Azreal smiled, “Very well then, all those in favor, raise your hand,” he says, raising his own as 99.9% of the court raised their hands into the favor, Lucifer looked around, fear rising in him but the sliver of hope was withheld when he saw you staring at him with dull, lifeless sad eyes, he looked at you pleading for help, but in this situation, you can’t.

“Miss Y/n.” Azreal called, “Is there a reason you aren’t raising your hand?” He smiles at you charmingly, you still stared at Lucifer before turning away from his gaze, slowly raising your hand… The small chance of hope burnt out when he saw your arm raised, the pain in his eyes showed, “Luna, please! you have to understand!-“ He begged, trying to go for a last ditch effort. When he called you by that name you glared at him, infuriated that he was desperately trying to get you back only when he needed you most, you leaned over the balcony, tired of his whining and crying for you, of all times he could have asked for forgiveness, he chose the time when he was in deep shit of trouble, “What. in GODS NAME do you want from me?” you sweared beyond the swearing of swears in front of the court, making everyone gasp but you didn’t care.

You flew down to the table he sat at, Azreal moving to the side, interested in the things about to unfold, “Of all the times you could have came to me, to ask for our friendship back, you choose the time you desperately needed to use me,” You snarled, “I’m sick of your shit Lucifer, you never needed me and you made that VERY CLEAR, the moment you told me to step out of your life AND I DID.” you said poking his chest, your angelic form appearing.

“You deserve this and we. both. know. it.” you finished as he looked at you with guilt in his eyes, hurt and regret, “I didn’t ask for things to turn out like this,” He said weakly, you stepped back from him to give him space, “I love you, My Luna.” He confesses in complete heartbreak, his hand to his chest as he cries, Lilith watching as she comforts him, your eyes widen from his statement as the court gasps, “What the fuck are you saying? you love Lilith!” you shouted at him in full confidence, “See? you don’t understand,” He cries, you were puzzled and insulted from his confessions, it put your mind into a frenzy, “Lilith and I were secretive because-“ “I don’t want to hear your sorry, pathetic, excuses!” You shouted at him, your chest huffing from the stress he keeps pressuring you into, “My name is NOT Luna, YOU never loved me, you chose Lilith over me, you chose EVERYTHING ABOUT Lilith over me! you love me? what a fucking joke!” you barked, Lucifer sitting down in his own chair, “I’m going to say it since you can’t seem to understand, if you want me out of your life,” you say pointing to yourself, walking to him, “then I don’t want YOU in my life.” you finish pointing to him, hatred in your eyes as he looked at you with tears falling.

it was silent in the court room, no one dared to speak up from the tension, until Lucifer swallowed before saying one simple word that forever decided what would happen between both you, Lilith and Lucifer, “Please…” he begged one last time, you squint your eyes, understanding that no matter what you say, it will never get through to his head, so you decided to be the final push of this pure broken relationship.

“Azreal, send them away.” You ordered, turning away from them both, standing behind Azreal as he walked up to them, “Guess it’s done and over then, you heard the seraphim.” Azreal smiles, Lucifers eyes widening, “Luna, Luna! please!” Lucifer begged but you ignored his calling as Azreal opened a portal.

Lilith and Lucifer held onto each other as angels forced them to go into the portal, angelic spears making them walk into their own fate, “Going down?” Azreal joked as he made Lucifer trip backwards, falling into the portal with Lilith at his side, his wings holding her up as he held onto the edge of the portal, left hanging with Lilith in his arm. Azreal smiled and waved before standing back.

“Lilith hold on, okay?” He says, looking down at her as she held onto him with his other hand. When he looked back up, his eyes widen when you appear above him, your demeanor was just pure sadness, lifeless and dull and finally for once in years, he sees a smile crack on your face, one of just pure neglect and hurt, he couldn’t look away, although he did this all for you, you would never understand why, this was not the smile he wanted to see on your face, this isn’t what he wanted or what he was trying to do for you, he wanted you to be free… and now that you are, he couldn’t share it with you…

You held his hand gently, slowly sliding it off the edge, taking it into your own, he looked at you desperately, “Just let go, Luci,” you said with a soft voice and a lifeless smile, as you slowly slid his hand off your own, loosening your grip, “Just let me go, Lucifer.” you begged, the tears falling from your eyes and onto his face made him cry as well, “Please.” You say as you let go of him, he only stared at you as he hugged Lilith, protecting her from the long fall he was going to have to endure, despite falling, his hand reached out to you still, his Luna, disappearing before his very eyes…

that’s when he realized…

he will never get the chance to give you a proper goodbye, a proper explanation… a proper confession.

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(sorry if anything is confusing, my brain likes to confuzzle itself so ask me any questions!!!3$3$)

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hyunsvngs · 8 months

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Stray kids taking your virginity!??? (Plz why couldn't they have taken mine. Maybe it would have been good)

UNDER THE CUT BC ACTUALLY SO LONG!

chan:

"are you ready for me, baby?" chan's voice is hushed in his bedroom. it's cosy, comfortable with both of you beneath his soft covers and just his blue-purple leds on. it's perfect. it's all you could've wanted, losing your virginity to your first and only love. the blanket is over his shoulders like a cape, completely obscuring you both in case any of the members should wander in.

“yep. ‘m ready,” you sigh out. chan smiles at you, pecking your nose before his cock is pressing in. you’d already caught sight of it multiple times, hard from make out sessions or even just spooning, and you’d wondered how it would fit. it also may have been the definitive reason why you decided you wanted to have sex with him. now, it was fitting inside, albeit stretching your hole a lot. you gasp, writhing on the sheets. “oh. ‘s big.”

chan’s quick to giggle, kissing your cheek instead of your nose this time. “should i stop?”

“no, no, just go slow, channie,” you murmur, trying to relax your walls to allow him in more. it doesn’t hurt, per se, more of a stretching something way too tight kind of sensation. when you whimper at a particularly sharp thrust, chan’s quick to move his thumb down to your clit and help you relax. “oh-“

“ssh, ssh, it’s okay,” he’s humming, peppering kisses up your neck. he’s fully inside now, the stretch almost unbearable and bordering on the side of pleasure. you’d just need a little more, a little deeper, and - oh. chan giggles again, catching sight of your eyes going half-lidded. “‘s good now, yeah?”

his thumb doesn’t halt it’s movements even when you jostle at his slow, deep thrusts. “‘s really good, channie, oh- it always feels this good?”

“it feels this good with someone you love, baby.”

minho:

when you told minho you wanted him to take your virginity, you’d expected typical minho behaviour - cocky smiles, smug laughs and prodding at your sides. you’d even asked him not to laugh at you, because you were really nervous. you hadn’t expected to visit his dorm a week later to this. you’re standing in front of something that looks like it’s out of a movie scene.

minho’s laying on the bed with a goddamn rose in his mouth. rose petals are scattered across his sheets in the form of a heart, and you can’t help but splutter out a laugh. “what’s this?”

“whdhf-“ he spits out the rose, gagging. he’d tried to speak with it in his mouth. “well, you said you didn’t want me to laugh at you. so i decided i’d be the joke. now you’ve nothing to be nervous about, hmm?”

oh god. your heart actually feels like it’s melting, if it’s even possible. if he hadn’t melted it already. you let him press you into the rose petal-covered sheets within ten minutes of arriving, his boxers thrown to the floor and your own clothes on top of them in a heap.

“it really was kinda funny, minho,” you murmur inbetween kisses, still trying not to giggle at the mental image. “you did that f’me?”

minho sighs, nuzzling his nose against yours like a cat. “of course i did. i love you, and i love that you’re trusting me enough to do this with me. i wanted you to be relaxed.”

you let out a giggle this time. “dumbass. okay, ‘m ready.”

he’d prepped you already with his fingers, trying to make the experience as uncomfortable as possible. you’d still been giddy at that point, still were at this point, so happy that he’d do something so silly to make you feel relaxed. with a quick kiss, he’s pushing his cock in, a breach so large it makes you whine.

weirdly, it only hurts a little. and… you kind of like the pain. “it hurts, but, i-“

“i’ll stop,” minho’s quick to move, but you lock him in with your ankles. unfortunately, this indirectly pushes his cock in further, and you’re whining again at the pain.

“i like it. you’re- you’re inside me, min, and it hurts a little, and i like it. ‘s that weird?”

minho looks like he’s about to die. his eyes shut, his hips jolting just a bit before he’s clenching his thighs. he’s holding back, you assume. he likes hurting you. instead of teasing you like you would’ve thought, he simply sighs and starts moving his hips in a slow grind.

“min-?”

“we’ll explore it later. i’m gonna cum too quick if you say that again.”

changbin: eager

to say you were more eager than changbin to lose your virginity to him was an understatement. you thought he'd be excited, finally being allowed to thrust into your hole with that cock that you just knew was thick - but if anything, he seemed to be walking on eggshells. you felt like a perv, but it was a long time coming.

binnie likes pretty things. pink pretty things were his thing, which is what you considered while running your fingertips over the thigh highs you'd picked. he had to like them and fuck you senseless. okay, maybe slow at the start, but then senseless. you thought it was a foolproof plan.

seeing changbin's eyes when he walks into his bedroom, you know it was a foolproof plan. there you are, perched so pretty for him on his bed with these little pink thigh-highs on, plush just slightly spilling over the tops. he looks like he's going to die, and then he's on you.

"dressed up for binnie?" he's mumbling, kissing your neck. "i know you wanted to lose it to me, doll, but i just wanted to know you were ready. didn't have to do all of this."

he's saying that, but then his lips are on that area where your thighs spill out over the fabric. he's sucking, biting, and you're begging.

"bin- binnie, now, please. 'm so pretty for you, look! gimme your cock?" he's nodding in response, boxers being pulled down just enough to let his chubby cock fall out. his tip is already leaking when he pushes it against you, and a brief look into your eyes meets him with the confirmation he needs. your panties are still locked around your ankles, not even down all the way.

and god, it's such a stretch. he's so so thick, filling you out, and you're briefly thinking maybe more prep would've been a good idea. the whole thing isn't ideal - less than romantic, filled with lust - but it's with the only man you'd ever want to lose it to, so who cares!

"'s big," you whine, head falling back against the covers.

"sorry, i just- you looked so good," changbin's letting out his own whine in response, and it makes you gush, slick hole clenching around his cock. "'s it good? you glad you're losing it to me?" he starts thrusting, slow, mellow thrusts just to get you used to it.

"so fucking good, binnie, so good. wanted it to be you all along."

hyunjin:

"babe, i want you to take my virginity. if that's okay." your words make hyunjin spit out the crisps he's eating, before he less-than-smoothly starts choking on what was left in his mouth. you giggle, patting his back to alleviate the stress. he was so dramatic, but he was yours.

once he'd glugged down some water from the bedside table, he turns to you. he's trying to look casual, lips pursed as if in thought. his eyes are still watering from choking. "yeah, sure. when?"

you giggle. "now?"

from that remark, you ended up on your back on the sheets with a very beautiful man between your thighs, both of you fully naked. his plump lips are covered with the sheen from your pussy still, having eaten you out and made you cum twice before he even contemplated putting it in.

"you look so beautiful, darling," he's whispering, kissing you with his mouth still covered in your cum. it makes you moan, a new kink you'd never even thought of before. while he distracts you with the kisses, he shifts into you just a slight bit more, cockhead teasing at your sopping hole. "can i push in now? y'think you're ready?"

"so ready. i need it in me like, six months ago," you quip, legs spreading wider. you're pliant, but hyunjin's just giggling, shaking his head fondly.

"since we first got together?! damn, i knew you only wanted me for sex," when you go to retort, hyunjin's pressing in slowly, your slick pussy more than welcoming to him. his eyes roll back into his head as he bottoms out. "ah. that's tight, jesus-"

"well yeah, hyune. you're the first one inside," you blurt, trying your best to relax your muscles and accept the stretch. hyunjin moans loudly at your comment, head dropping into your neck. "you like that? knowing you're the first one to fuck me? you'll be the only one, too."

it's your virginity loss yet hyunjin feels like he's losing his, and his hips start moving slowly into you. you're so so perfect underneath him, so his, and his mind's going fuzzy - he just loves you so much.

jisung:

you didn't want to rush jisung. you know it was his first time too, and it can be just as nervewracking for guys, so you didn't want to rush him. but god, it was hard to not say anything when you're spooning watching some anime and jisung is so fucking hard behind you. his cock's been pressing against your ass for about fifteen minutes now, and you're starting to get impatient.

"ji," you mumble, not wanting to startle him. he hums in response, as if he's not even noticed his cock is rock solid. "you're hard."

"hm? oh yeah, i am," he responds. then, he gasps, shifting his hips away from you. "oh my god, i'm hard! i'm so sorry!"

you giggle, turning over to him. his hair is long these days, almost covering his eyes and messy when he's been in bed chilling with you for so long. you brush it out of his face, grinning again when you see round boba eyes so wide staring at you and cute little teeth. "do you wanna have sex, jisung? i mean, i know it's both of our first times, but-"

"oh my god, yes. i do, jesus, yes, i do. please, can we?"

you later find yourself on top of him. you should've expected it, really, this way you can pull off before he blows too quick. it's an easy slide when you're both naked and you slip down on him, finally feeling the stretch of your boyfriend. he looks like he's seen god, eyes rolling back into his head and hands grabbing your hips.

"this... this is the best thing i've ever felt."

you smile, leaning towards him. you have no idea what you're meant to do, but you put both hands on his chest for leverage and start rocking against him anyway. it works, judging by the jolt in his hips, and it's also pressing very deliciously against something deep inside of you.

"i gotta... oh god, can i try?" you're nodding, letting him pull you down against his chest. then, he's thrusting up into you at an erratic pace, sending your brain into haywire. he's so so deep, so fast, you can feel his cock so wet inside of you and it's fucking amazing.

"ji, i gotta cum, i gotta cum, please, 's so good!"

jisung groans at the sound of your voice. his hair's wet already with sweat, dripping onto you, but he kisses your forehead nonetheless. "i'll make you cum, my baby. you just lay there and feel, 'kay?"

felix:

you weren't even sure how it had happened. you'd been on the topic of virginities with your best friend, and you'd let it slip that you'd never had sex. he'd said he had. then, he'd offered to take yours, since you'd never done it before and he obviously knew what he was doing. you, for some reason, went along with it. well, you knew why. he was hot. why not, right?

until you're face to face with his dick and you're trying not to laugh. "that's your penis, lix."

felix bursts out laughing, almost kicking you with his knee in the process. "yes, that's my penis, and your vagina is currently out. so do you want to come put it on my penis, or...?"

you scoff. "that's not sexy, lixie."

"you started it!" he exclaims. his dick is still hard, leaking onto his tummy. "anyway, hop on."

"hop on?!" you squeal, but you're doing it anyway. felix mentioned this position would be good, because you're more open above him. it's easier to slide in and get you used to it, you supposed. when you're positioned above him, felix gentlemanly holds his cock up for you to sink down, and then you're full of your best friend. the feeling is insane. "oh. that's- shit."

felix sighs. "you're really wet."

"shut up," you blush, but then his hands are on your hips, moving you on his cock. it's so delicious, a bit of a stretch but felix worked you up nicely with some dry humping and making out. it feels so good, such a foreign pleasure that has you keening. you can't stop thinking about how this is your best friend. this is your best friend, and he's inside you, and it feels so good. clearly, felix can't stop thinking about it either, because he's looking up at you in awe before dragging you down for a kiss.

when he breaks away, his chest is heaving. "i'm gonna have to keep coming back to you for more, bestie. this pussy's too good, can't believe no one's fucked it yet."

seungmin:

he's so patient. your boyfriend is so fucking patient. you'd been aching for it all day, knowing that your conversation last night would lead to you losing your virginity tonight. now, he has you in his bed, and all he's done is eat you out. you've done that before.

"we've done that before, seungmin!" you exclaim, legs thrashing. seungmin just sighs and grabs your legs, effectively pinning them to the bed. "wanna do something new. like your cock, in me. now, preferably."

seungmin raises an eyebrow. "i am not hurting you just because you're too fucking greedy to wait five minutes."

the degradation burns something hot in your core. you decide to file it away for later, because now, his fingertips are pressing against your entrance to work you up to it. one finger, and then two, and you're whining, clenching the pillows until he deems you ready.

"okay," he's naked too now, like you, fully naked. his cock looks delicious. "i'm gonna put it in. if you haven't been prepped enough, i don't wanna hear it, because i tried."

"won't complain, promise," you mumble. with that, his dick is pushing into you, all at once. you're wet enough that the slide is just as delicious as the appearance of him naked, and he's bottomed out quite quickly. you think you could cum from just that. before you know it, you are, toes curling and a white-hot orgasm taking over your senses.

"did... did you just cum?" he's shocked, hips pressed flush against yours. you whine, nodding, before he's groaning out. suddenly, he's fucking you, deep and slow and everything you could ever want. "that's fucking sexy. greedy. you want more?"

"please, more, baby... i need it, need you to fill me up, make me cum again, i-"

"oh, i'm gonna have so much fun with you."

jeongin:

it's insane really, how long you both took to bite the bullet and have sex with eachother. you'd been together for eight months, and you're both horny little freaks, despite being virgins. felix loved to tease you both about that exact fact.

it was just that you'd never found the right time. you'd never been alone long enough to really plan out losing your virginities to one another, until jeongin finally had a few days off from schedules and had invited you over to stay at the dorm with him. now, tonight was the night.

you'd gotten your mouth on him before and nearly made him cum, and now he had you pushed down onto the sofa. not the most sophisticated of places, but, well, you were both too horny to contemplate moving elsewhere. you were just lucky the boys were away visiting families.

"in, in," you usher jeongin, making grabby hands, and he's chuckling. he's just as excited as you, he can't blame you really - he's just nervous because he's convinced he's going to cum in 0.2 seconds and it won't even feel good for you. despite this, he pushes inside, just the cockhead. it stretches you out, but you're still aching. "more."

jeongin moans when he pushes the rest in, hips flush against yours and leaning his forehead down. you kiss his lips softly, feeling him pout. it's not so much painful as it is an indescribable uncomfort, but when jeongin starts to thrust into you, awkward, staccato thrusts that don't really make much sense, the sensation begins to evaporate and pleasure fades in.

"'m so sorry, i'm gonna cum if i carry on," he's whining, his head falling down to the crook of your neck. you giggle, stroking his back comfortably. it feels good, but you weren't close yet.

"that's okay, innie. wanna make me cum after with your fingers? can feed me your cum that way."

"oh god, yes."

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Jungkook x Reader/ Yoongi x Jimin

𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓣𝓸𝓸𝓽𝓱 [Milk]

While Yoongi realizes that Jimin might not be that much different from you than he thought, and Jimin starts to accept the fact that he's no longer your number one, Jungkook starts to develop feelings towards you that he's never really felt towards anyone before.

Tags/Warnings: Human!Yoongi, Human!Jimin, Rottweiler hybrid!Jungkook, Cat hybrid!Reader, Enemies to friends to lovers, mentions of past trauma, some Yoonmin here and there oops, Main story focus are MC and Kook though, hybrid courting behavior, major fluff, some suggestive themes, mentions of heat, healthy portion of angst with a side of heavy flirting, Jungkook's dirty mind oop-

Length: 3.4k words

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Jimin has noticed a new issue, every morning when he wakes you up before he goes to work.

Usually, you'll be sprawled out like a starfish in your pink fairytale canopy bed, all comfy and tired and a little grumpy, most of the time. But these days, he can sometimes only spot maybe a leg peeking out from beneath the blankets and stuffed toys now littering your bed.

It's Jeon Jungkook's fault, the dog boy having been showering you with things he deems you should have left and right- even worse than Jimin himself used to do.

Yoongi has been explaining to him that Jungkook isn't fully aware of the cause of his behavior yet- after all, the canine hybrid has never really been so strongly romantically interested in anyone before. Sure, Jungkook has had someone he was seeing intimately here and there before, but never a full blown relationship. It came with the stigma around him and his breed- most other hybrids tend to steer clear of him, and rather keep him at an arms length, so to speak.

He'd always been good for some fun for others- but no one ever took him seriously, so the canine hybrid had simply lost interest in romance entirely at some point.

So, considering you very much don't just see him as a quick fuck while simultaneously being very open about what he can and can't do with you, it makes it all the more unsurprising that the dog hybrid has been growing feelings for you. And if anything, Yoongi has been growing increasingly frustrated with the both of you- because you're both just so insanely oblivious.

Jungkook finds tons of excuses as to why your behavior towards him could just be friendly in nature, and not intimate or romantic- and so do you, constantly.

Cuddling? You're just very touchy, you cuddled with Jimin all the time, so now that he's more occupied with Yoongi it's only logical you'd go and find someone else to provide comfort for you.

Jungkook gifting you stuff that's originally his own? He's just happy to have a new friend, and probably believes that he can keep your interest in him with casual gifts. Or maybe he just wants someplace to dump his old stuff.

purring and bumping into him? You just like attention, and this is the most typical cat-way of gaining attention he could think of.

It's stupid, the way you both clearly are interested in each other- and yet find millions of excuses as to why the other isn't.

"Hey, princess-" Jimin hums, moving a large green dinosaur plush to the side to reveal your face. "-come on, let's get up now, hm?" He asks, and you look at him with a slightly hazy look for a moment, before you clear up. Your cheeks are flushed as you stretch, before you cringe at yourself- and Jimin can only assume why. "You wanna go clean up while I make breakfast?" He chuckles, and you nod, groggily untangling yourself from the blankets to go inside the bathroom, while Jimin moves to change the sheets.

He's gonna have to check in with the local heat-hotel for a room for you- the slightly darkened patch on your sheets and the clear signs in your behavior giving him the last reminder that you're probably close to your heat.

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When you don't visit yet again, Jungkook becomes a little restless as he watches the window, Jimin leaving the house to go to work. "Do you think she's sick?" Jungkook wonders towards Yoongi, who simply shrugs with his coffee.

"Don't think so. Jimin said she's close to her heat so that's probably why she's staying at home." He casually mentions, making Jungkook freeze for a good moment, before he looks over again.

The dog hybrid hasn't actually ever thought about that.

He has been smelling something unique coming from your garden yesterday when you were taking a nap out in the grass on a blanket- but he didn't actually connect the dots that that enticing smell had been you. And if you're just close to your heat and not actually in it yet, and you're already smelling so nice, how much would it change when you were actually fully in it?

Suddenly, his brain starts to create rather.. scandalous scenarios.

You probably wear underwear that's just as cute as all your dresses and skirts and blouses- little bows decorating the pastel colored fabric covering your most intimate parts. With the amount of time and care you put into your skincare all the time, you must feel like absolute heaven- and he wonders what your reaction would be if he was to explore his theory with kisses on your skin. You get so awfully cute when you're shy- he loves the way you blush sometimes, or hide away in embarrassment- would that be what you'd do if he was to approach you with intentions of lust?

He's sure he wouldn't be able to control himself if you were to lay in his bed, behind raised up and soft tail curled over, presenting your body to him, quietly begging for him to breed you. He'd make sure you wouldn't have to suffer at all during your entire heat- and now he has to think about the fact that by now, your bed must be absolutely littered with the things he gave you.

Good. His scent is probably all around you now. Have you started to give into your instincts already? Now he has to think about you amongst his sheets, your hands between your soft thighs-

"i-Im gonna go shower real quick!" Jungkook suddenly bursts out, fleeing the scene and leaving a laughing Yoongi behind.

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Throughout the day, Jungkook tries to distract himself, even when Jimin visits later after work, sitting in the living room with Yoongi. He's making himself a snack when he overhears the conversation going on- ears instantly tilting towards the two at the sound of your name spoken.

"They said it's full, and the other one is hours away." Jimin sighs, running a hand through his hair.

"What about surpressants? I mean, it's pretty much an emergency now." He suggests, unsure. Jungkook doesn't go into heat after all- his rut has only been set off a handful of times in the past, and it only took the hybrid a day or two to snap back out of it. Yoongi has never had to deal with hybrid heats before- so he's unsure what to really say now. Jungkook cringes as the mention of surpressants, though.

"I'd honestly rather avoid that. She's allergic to most blockers, and those liquid sirups for kittens makes her nauseous and miserable. Ah, this is horrible!" Jimin complains, putting down his phone.

"And a heat partner?" Yoongi asks, making Jungkook swallow down a growl of his own- something his owner notices briefly, though he brushes it off as him maybe having spotted something outside that probably set him off a little. "That way she'd be through with it quicker, right?" He wonders, and Jimin shakes his head.

"She.. never had a heat partner before." He reveals. "And she doesn't like the idea of one either. She's a bit scared of sex, mostly because she's never experienced it before." He shrugs, crossing his arms.

"I mean, they're tested and everything though. She'd be safe, and those people know what they're doing-" He starts, and by now, Jungkook can't hold himself back anymore.

"If-!" He buts in, sitting down on the couch, trying to seem nonchalant but failing miserably. "If, you know, she doesn't want to, you shouldn't push her. Hybrids in heat can often make decisions they'll regret later." He offers, and Yoongi looks at him with suspicion, before he smirks, sharing a glance with Jimin. "What?" The dog hybrid asks, when Jimin seems to catch on.

"You think-?" He starts, and Yoongi shrugs.

"She's pretty comfy with him. Likes him." He says. "If you talk to her about it now she'll be clear enough in the head to make a decision too. And Jungkookie can surely be gentle, I imagine." He teases the now red-faced and wide eyed hybrid, who looks like he's being held at gunpoint.

"Would you do that, Jungkook?" Jimin wonders, looking rather.. serious. "Help her, I mean? I'd leave the house in your care for the time being. She usually takes a week at max- so you'd have to take time off." He says, and Jungkook swallows hard.

"I mean.. it's up to her." He shakes his head. "I won't decide anything without asking her first." He denies, and at that, Jimin suddenly smiles softly.

"Then I think Yoongi is right." He nods. "You could be the perfect solution."

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"I'm not having sex." You deny, crawling up into a corner on your bed, away from Jungkook who sits on the edge of it. "Nuh-uh." You shake your head, crossing your arms.

"We don't have to." Jungkook agrees, staying where he is and respecting your need for distance. "But without help, you'll be miserable." He reminds you, and you huff to yourself.

"I'll be fine." You argue. "I wanna stay at a hotel."

"The hotels are full." Jungkook sighs. "Jiminie has been trying to squeeze you in for days now, they don't have any space anymore." He softly says, trying to push through your clear anxiety. "Do you want a female heat partner then?" He wonders, and you shake your head.

"I don't want anyone!" You snap at him, ears pinned back, and Jungkook nods- until he spots your eyes tearing up.

"Hey, I'm sorry I pushed it-" He starts, but you shake your head again, pulling your legs closer to yourself.

"I- ugh, this is so stupid!" You yell, attempting to throw a babyblue dog plus, before you rather hold it close, as if feeling guilty for trying to cause it harm. "I wanna.. I don't wanna have sex." You growl at no one, pushing your face into the dog's soft fur. "I don't wanna be alone.!" You whine, and Jungkook can't help but whimper under his breath as well, your distress making him equally nervous. He needs to make you feel better.

"Do you just want company?" He asks. "I can just be here, I won't touch you-"

"But I want that!" You finally burst out. "I want that- but I don't want that!" You complain, and suddenly, something clicks.

"We don't have to have that kind of sex." He reassures you. "I can do other stuff to help you. I don't have to, you know, be inside you." He says, and at that, you look at him.

"That's bullshit." You huff. "You'd get nothing out of it then." You say.

"I'd be close to you." He shrugs. "And I'd get to help you. Sounds good to me."

"What if your rut starts? Then you'll just.. do it, because I won't be complaining about it with my sex-hungry brain, and-" You hiccup, swallowing thickly. "-and then I'd hate you, and I don't wanna hate you-"

"Hey, kitty, princess, no." He shakes his head. "I'm not like that. If you say you draw the line at penetrative sex, I'll respect that." He tells you, and you take a moment to calm down, breath slowing down to a more reasonable pace.

"why?" You wonder quietly, watching him intently now.

"Because I don't want you to be miserable." He offers. "I want to help you, because.. I care about you."

"I'm constantly mean to you." You huff.

"You're not, actually. You're a bit.. rough around the edges, yeah, but you're a nice person." He smiles encouragingly. "You're.. I- uhm.." He looks down at his hands for a moment. "Uhm, this might be a really bad moment, forget-"

"No!" You suddenly say, dashing forward, looking at him with wide open eyes, desperation clear in your face. "S-.. say it.?" You almost whisper, and as he looks at you, feels your warm hand on his, he realizes it fully himself as well.

"I like you." He says, quietly. "And I.. want you. I'm not sure- I.. don't really know, this is a first for me, I've never really.. felt like that about someone before. And I'm not making that up." He chuckles nervously. At that, you sit cross legged now, closer to him, entire posture having changed now.

"Me neither-" You tell him with wonder, before you shake your head, correcting yourself. "Like- the part about feelings and stuff, not the part about making stuff up-" You rant, and he laughs, cheeks a bit red.

"So we'll just.. see where it goes?" He asks, and you nod after a moment.

"Guess so." You smile shyly.

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"You'll get used to it." Yoongi reassures Jimin, who's been noticeably down these past few days, watching the dog hybrid constantly roam around you, basically having entirely taken over the place Jimin once filled in your life. "When Jungkook started working, I felt like that too." He tells his now boyfriend, who looks at him a little unconvinced.

"I feel like she hates me now." He sighs, watching how Jungkook pulls on your leg to get you out of the way, you having napped right in the middle of the hallway, blocking the way out the bathroom. You're laughing, clearly being a menace for no other reason than to get onto the dog hybrid's nerves- but it's not really working, since he instead just plays around with you. "She doesn't need me at all."

"And that's a good thing." Yoongi shrugs. "She deserves to be independent. And emotionally, she will always need you. You'll just have to.. share that attention now." He offers as an explanation, and Jimin sits back in his chair, sighing.

"…but I don't want to." He mumbles to himself, making Yoongi laugh as he takes a sip from his coffee.

"You sound just like her." The oldest teases, watching how Jungkook is now leaned over you, your behind pushing suspiciously into him. "Hey, not in the hallway you horny idiots!" He barks out, causing both Jungkook and you to snap out of the moment, getting up in embarrassment, before you push the dog and run outside into the backyard, initiating a game of tag to get rid of the awkwardness.

"I'm just.. so used to being her number one. And now I'm not." Jimin sighs, turning his head a bit to look outside where it's become suspiciously quiet.

"Well, better get over it you big baby." Yoongi teases, getting up and running a hand over his head as he passes by. "You can be my number one now." He passes by-

before his voice is heard again outside, yelling at both of you to get back inside where he can see you, Jungkook and you laughing as you run away from the playfully frustrated human.

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You know exactly what you're doing- and so does he.

It's like you're both in a war, trying to see who's gonna break first- him or you. You've started to run around in the shortest shorts and cropped tops, tail always held high to make sure he always get's a good whiff of your scent whenever you pass him- eyes constantly searching for his reaction, proving to him that you're doing this on purpose. You've also begun to scent his clothes, steal his stuff, and enter any room he's in just to knock something over or gain his attention, before you dash away again, zoomies a constant occurrence.

But he's not just letting himself be beat up like this.

From casually walking shirtless, flaunting his physique and tattoos in the process, to running his fingers up and down your back, right on your spine, stopping at the base of your tail whenever he reaches it. He knows you're close by now, but you're still not letting yourself go just yet, seemingly testing if he's just as good at controlling his urges as he said he'd be. And he's very much eager to prove himself to you.

Jimin and Yoongi are staying at his house, while the younger human has gifted Jungkook the keys to the house you're normally occupying with Jimin, offering him some privacy during your heat- but also probably to have some alone time with his own partner now as well.

Nevertheless, Jungkook wonders what the next few days will bring. What will you need to feel good? What does he have to provide in order to make you comfortable? He's never been so anxious about sex or anything about it before, apart from maybe his first time when he was a teenager still. But with you, it's somehow different again- he wants to make sure you know that he's not only interested in you in terms of lust-

but maybe love, too.

He's currently prepping the last few things- fridge stuffed with your favorite snacks he'd ordered, when he notices a shift in the air. You've not really gotten up this morning, but he'd just guessed that you might just wanted to sleep longer. Jungkook had slept on the couch downstairs in the living room, so he's not really checked up on you yet- but maybe he should.

The moment he opens your bedroom door, he's practically attacked by your scent- like a solid concrete wall it pushes him back a little, as he swallows down any instincts for now, instead searching for you amongst what can only be described as chaos.

All the blankets are thrown all over the place. Plush animals are on the floor and the bed, the sheets are crumpled up and pushed around- but most of all, you're nowhere in sight. Even as he calls your name you won't show yourself- and it sets him off a little, as he enters the room and uses his hybrid senses to somehow track you down.

It leads him into the connected bathroom, where he finds you nesting in the empty tub- skin flushed, a bit of sweat on your forehead as you whine, complaining about the light bleeding into the otherwise dark room. You'd put up a towel over the window to keep out the sunlight.

He feels his fingers itching to offer you some sort of comfort, but he's also a bit hesitant. He needs a moment to collect himself, make a mental plan about how to help you, because you're obviously distressed and in full heat now. What he doesn't understand is why you wouldn't seek him out at all- even now, with him in the room, and you having obviously recognized him, you don't ask for anything at all. If anything, you seem sick.

Something's not right.

"Do you wanna maybe sleep somewhere else?" He carefully asks, but you shake your head, tail between your legs slightly sticky with the slick between your thighs- but the smell of distress and the sight of you in clear discomfort makes none of it affect him in a sexual way. "No?" He repeats, and you continue to shake your head once more, rather nuzzling into what he now recognizes is his sweater he'd taken off yesterday.

"No.." You deny, squeezing your eyes closed. "I'm too hot anywhere else.." You slur a little, curling up more as if to seek comfort. Jungkook feels his own instincts flaring up, protectiveness filling his brain as his brain works with every little cell to create a solution for you. Jimin didn't mention any of this at all. Jungkook doesn't know if this is normal or not for you- he only knows that he's never seen behavior like that.

So he walks out the bathroom, quietly, closes the door and makes his way to grab his phone, calling your owner. "Jungkook?" Jimin answers quickly, reassuring the dog hybrid at least for the moment. "Everything alright? Do you need something?"

"She's nesting in the bathroom." He rushes out instead of properly answering or greeting the human at all. "And she seems to have a fever- is this normal for her?" Jungkook worries. "She seems distressed- she smells so upset, what do I do?" He asks, and Jimin sighs on the other line, before he answers.

"We've been to doctors before already. It sometimes happens-" Jimin explains, his tone sounding rather defeated. "-no one really knows why. I'll come over and take over-" He starts, but Jungkook immediately cuts him off.

"No no no, tell me what usually helps? I wanna take care of her, please." He asks, and Jimin looks at Yoongi for a second, unsure- before he makes the decision. It feels like he's officially giving you away and out of his care- but maybe Yoongi is right.

Maybe it's time to not be selfish, and change.

"Okay." He says, before he starts to give the dog hybrid instructions on what to do.

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wrrrenff · 5 months

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How the Stardew Valley Bachelors React When the Farmer Injures Themselves

TW:// slight injury

Ahh... The crops have all been watered and the animals all have been fed. I deserve a snack!

The farmer starts their trek back to their farmhouse, thinking about what they might throw together in the kitchen. Suddenly you adorable pet bolts in front of you trying to chase a bird, and trips you! You land hard on the ground. You groan, your body feeling sore but overall fine, and get up. You dust yourself off only to notice that you landed on some sticks and they scraped up your arm pretty bad. It honestly didn't really hurt. It did look pretty ugly though. Hopefully no one will notice it once it's all cleaned up...

Harvey:

'Hey Far-'

Notices IMMEDIATELY

I mean c'mon of course he does. HES A DOCTOR

Doctor mode activated

Asks if he can take a closer look and fully inspects your arm

Asks what you used to clean it and scolds you when you say you just rinsed it off

Drags you back to his office and properly washes and bandages you

He's been so worried about what caused this the whole time but doesn't ask. He want you to share the cause only if you're comfortable

Let's out the biggest sigh of relief when he finds out it wasn't anything serious that caused this

Is on your ass making sure you are properly cleaning the wound and changing your bandage

Will softly kiss your bandages and forehead

'Thank yoba you have such an attentive doctor to take care of you'

Alex:

Despite how tough and nonchalant Alex may seem, I think he would be pretty worried and maybe even a little squeamish toward your injury

He does get injured sometimes playing gridball but the man is clueless when it come to caring for those injuries

He would usually just go to his grandma for help... which is exactly what he did with you

'Grandma can you help the farmer? They're hurt pretty bad. I-I just want to make them feel better'

After Evelyn patches you up, he grabs a blanket and something from his room then suggests you two go take a walk on the beach

Once at the beach he lays out the blanket and you both sit

That's when he pulls out his mothers music box and opens it, letting the soothing music play

'Mom would hum this while taking care of me and it always help me feel better. Maybe it'll be the same for you'

He will hold you and kiss you to help you forget about your pain

Shane:

I feel like he wouldn't notice immediately. Maybe 2 or 3 days after it happened and it's already pretty scabbed over

'Woah farmer, did one of you chickens get you?'

Tries to keep it together but is freaking out inside

Buys you a drink to 'help with the pain'

Gets a drink for himself to calm the fear of other things that could hurt you

Starts taking more 'walks around the valley' just to stop by the farm and make sure you stay safe

Sam:

'How'd you get that mean scrape farmer?''

He wasn't even fazed

He almost immediately assumed you just hurt yourself farming

He knew it couldn't be serious since you were still acting like your usual self

Sam has had some nasty injuries from skating around so he was a PRO when it came to cleaning and bandaging

Kept on you to change you bandages

Once he got a bad infection from not cleaning his scrape enough and he DOES NOT want you to have to deal with that

Will force you to hang with him and watch movies/eat snacks to keep you from overexerting yourself

Elliot:

If he sees your injury fresh I fully believe this man would faint

'Oh darling what happened? Did someone hurt you? Was it an animal? O-oh it was some... sticks? Those dastardly sticks!!"

Man will treat you like you broke you arm

I'm talking, making your food for you, drawing you baths, tucking you into bed, even doing your farming for you

You insist your fine but he wont hear it

Will cover your arm in kisses to make you feel better

Stays on top of cleaning your wound

He will definitely take inspiration from this moment for his novel

Sebastian:

Noticed it as soon as you walked into his room

He didn't want to say anything about it but you noticed his eyes were basically glued to your arm

His mind immediately went to the mines since he's seen you go in and out many times while he goes out to smoke

Is so relieved that is was just from some stupid sticks

He will absentmindedly rub the injury lightly when he's sitting near you

Lets you lay in his bed while he works to make you feel better, definitely not because he wants to keep an eye on you and make sure you don't hurt yourself more

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starlitmark · 3 months

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Summary: Both of you know you need to finish this new song, but you both also need a way to decompress and feel close. Pairing: Producer!Hongjoong x fem Producer!reader Tropes: coworkers au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: mentions of work stress/deadlines, language Smut Warnings: unprotected cockwarming, somnophlia, unprotected sex Word Count: 844 Host Tags: @sanjoongie @thelargefrye Before You Interact February Filth Masterlist

Listen to ♡ Umbrella by Rihanna

You and Hongjoong have been holed up together in the studio for what feels like days. Nothing seems to work no matter what you do or how you change the track. You’ve stepped out to get food, but that’s the only time you’re not in the studio. You’ve slept here and eaten here for who knows how many days in a row at this point. Both of you know it’s not healthy to try to force creativity, but at the same time, you have a deadline to meet. You glance to your left, watching Hongjoong groan and throw himself back in his chair. He pushes his fingers through his hair, his large bicep tattoo fully on display as he does so.

“It still sounds wrong.” He groans, “Any ideas?”

You huff and rest your chin in your hand, “Nope… maybe we just need a break. We’ve been trying to figure this production out for days now.”

“We need to have this done by tomorrow. We can’t just give it a break.” Hongjoong reminds you.

The fact that you have to have this done tomorrow is definitely an issue. If you force a product out, it’ll be shitty, and you both know that. Hongjoong turns his chair toward you and sighs. You turn your gaze from the computer to him, still holding your head in your hand.

“You know what could be good inspiration?” He asks with a suggestive lilt.

“Hongjoong,” You say with a warning tone, “We shouldn’t do anything that won’t be appropriate for the workplace. The last thing we need is for someone to make an assumption about our relationship and–”

“Relationship, you say?”

You huff, “You know what I mean.”

“Last time we had a little fun, we wrote the song that topped the top 100 for two weeks straight.”

You hum, scanning his body for a moment, “That’s true.”

“Maybe we should do that again. It must be a lucky charm for us.”

“Joong…”

“And to think, they’ll never know who’s pretty moans are in the backtrack. That’s our little secret, isn’t it?” He raises an eyebrow at you

You don’t need any further convincing. You turn your chair and climb into his lap. Hongjoong immediately wraps his arms around your waist and holds you tight as you lean in for a kiss. You sit in his lap and make out for a while. The low, colorful lighting of the room only adds to the mood. Hongjoong guides you to grind against him as you kiss. Your hair falls in both your face and his. Neither of you cares about it. Even when a lock of your hair gets in the way of the kiss, it only gives Hongjoong a reason to hold your hair with one hand while the other continues to guide your hips.

Normally, when you and Hongjoong mess around, you get so lost in the moment you forget everything around you. Today, though, you just cannot shake the exhaustion. You pull away, still needy but very much filled with exhaustion.

“You okay, sweetie?” He asks, rubbing small circles into your hip bone.

You nod, “I’m just… tired… I know we’re both needy, but I’m so sleepy.”

Hongjoong smiles softly, “How about a nap then?”

“A nap? Right now? We were about to–”

Hongjoong pecks your lips, “We both need a rest. How about you just sit on my cock while we rest for a while.”

You smile back at him and accept his offer. You slip out of your clothing and climb back onto his lap. His cock is pulled out from his sweats. He pumps it a few times before gently telling you to sit on it. You sigh at the sensation and sink into his chest. Hongjoong wraps his arms around your waist tightly, burying his nose against the crook of your neck. It’s comfortable. You both needed this, even if you tried to deny resting at first. You both phase in and out of sleep for a while. When you wake up again, you find that Hongjoong has pulled the chair back to the desk. He’s clicking away, one headphone over his ear.

“Joong?” You mumble sleepily.

“You wake up? You’ve been mumbling random things to me in your sleep. It’s cute.” He explains, “I finally had a strike of inspiration.”

You sit up a bit and let out a small shaky sigh feeling the slight shift of his cock inside you. Hongjoong tries to suppress a groan as best as he can, but a small noise still escapes. You grind against him, enjoying the friction it grants you.

“You want me to fuck you, sweetie?” Hongjoong questions quietly.

“But you’re working. You have inspiration. You should work on it while you’re inspired.” You whine, voice still laced with sleep.

“We both know fucking makes the inspiration better.” He reminds, “Do you want me to fuck you, sweetie?”

“I’ll fuck myself on your cock while you work.” You compromise.

Hongjoong chuckles, “If you insist, sweetie. I’ll keep you updated with what I’m writing.”

Networks: @cultofdionysusnet @kwritersworld @k-vanity

Tag List: @bratty-tingz @yeosangiess @minjaeluver @abbietwilight @wooyoungmybelovedhusband

#hongjoong smut #cultofdionysusnet #kwritersworldnet #kvanity #joongfryefff24 #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #ateez smut #hongjoong fanfic #hongjoong x reader

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thesuperiorrobin · 10 months

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𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬~

Pairing: Husband!Damian Wayne x Wife!Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Warning: reader has bad thought about her marriage with Damian, maybe slight cursing, marriage problems? Not proofread

(Requested!)

He doesn’t love you.

That’s why he doesn’t wear his ring as often anymore.

He found someone else that’s why he’s so distant with you now.

A groan leaves past your lips, fixing your position on your bed, moving from your side to laying on your back. Eyes adjusting to the dark as you stare up at the white ceiling. Another thoughtful night, ones that you hated the most were also the ones where Damian spends most of the night hours cooped up in his study hall—finishing up paper for Wayne Enterprises. It seems that all he’s been doing since Bruce passed it down to him after the old man’s retirement.

You really couldn’t blame anyone, that’s what owning a big company is about, but you would have never thought that it would take time away from each other. It’s a selfish thought, but all you really want to do is spend time with your husband. Sometimes it feels like he’s doing it to get away from you. That’s what you think.

Maybe confronting him would put you at ease for a while. You debated whether or not you should go now or wait until he wasn’t busy burying his nose in his paperwork, but with much arguing with yourself and your thoughts you came to a conclusion to just get up and go ask.

“Oh what the hell”

The master bed creeks slightly as you get up and slide yourself up. Slipping your feet into your fluffy slippers that were always placed beside your side of the bed, you push yourself up from the mattress. You pick up a thinner blanket that was draped over a chair in your room and draped it over your shoulders before leave to go find Damian. Which wasn’t very hard to find considering he’s been in his study, which was Bruce’s old study, since early this afternoon.

Now it’s past midnight, and you are in front of the door of the room, hand hovering over the door knob wondering if it was the right time to talk about it. With a soft sigh you grasp the knob gently pushing the door open as you walk in. Your eyes catch a glimpse of Damian’s figure hunched over his desk scribbling down on paper as quickly as he can.

“Damian?” You call out, the sound of pen against paper stops as Damian’s eyes catch yours humming at you indicating you’ve got his attention. “You should come to bed” you bite back your tongue “it’s late” Damian smiles at you, a very genuine one

“in a minute. I’m almost done here. Carry on and go back to sleep Habibti'' well, He didn’t exactly specify that you had to go back to your room and sleep, so it caught him by surprise when he catches you getting you comfortable on the big L shape couch in the room that sets a few feet away from his desk. He can’t help but chuckle. “What are you doing?”

He questions and you shrug innocently “you said I should go back to sleep so that’s what I’m doing. Wake me up when you’re finished so we can go back to our bedroom. Together” you close your eyes, and listen as the sound of pen and paper continue. But you can’t fall back asleep—the sound has nothing to do with it, you actually enjoy the sound but the thoughts are what keep you awake. Troubling you as you lay on your back, eyes wide open as you stare up at the ceiling much like earlier.

Too deep in thought you never hear the sounds stop, the chair squeaking against the wooden floor as Damian gets up from his seat, his footsteps quiet. You don’t notice him until he’s sitting right beside your head, his warm hand gently creasing down your cheek.

“What seems to be troubling you, zawjati?” You stay quiet for a moment before answering

“it’s Nothing”

“it’s clearly something if it’s keeping you up at this hour” he says, staring down at your lying form. You grab hold of his hand—keeping it from creasing your face any further. You pull yourself up so your back is fully up against the cushions, knees pulled up against your chest. Damian watches your every move closely. You keep your eyes low—away from his gaze as you bite the side of your cheek.

“Do….” You sigh out for what seemed to be the nth time today. Finally, you have the courage to look him in the eye “Do you still love me?” Searching, your eyes linger in his eyes for a sign. But you couldn’t find anything, but then again he was always good at hiding his emotions for people—even from you. The silence from him gave you a bad feeling as tears were pricking at the corner of your eyes—you don’t have the courage to look him in the eyes anymore “Seems like I’ve got my answer then huh'' Damian doesn’t register anything until your shuffling yourself off from the couch. He’s quick to reach out to you before you can take another step away from him, pulling you back down as you sit beside him—close with your hips touching. He starts to wipe the tears that threaten to fall down your cheek.

“Where on earth did you get that idea from?” He questions, you shrug your lips turning into a straight as you answer

“It doesn’t matter—“

“it does if these thoughts are poisoning yours” he gently taps against your forehead. You nod slowly, throat dry as you try to explain.

“you’ve been so distant— and I know it’s because of work but sometimes it feels like it’s not” he doesn’t interrupt—no matter how many times he wants to deny it, it’s best to hear you out first. As you continue his strong arm wraps around your shoulder softly—bringing you closer to his side, his free arm reaching over and placing your head on his shoulder, you don’t fight it back as you make yourself comfortable “it’s selfish I know but—I don’t know. I barely see you anymore. It’s frustrating” by the end of it you're fidgeting around with his fingers on your lap.

Damian’s head is laying on top of yours “wanting my love is never selfish” he speaks up “I’m sorry for neglecting my duties as your husband”

You shake your head “you don’t have to apologize, I should be the one apologizing seeing as I was the one that jumped to conclusions”

Damian grips your hand tightly— but not too tight where it hurts. “You should have said something, if I had known sooner I would have pushed my work aside and came to your aid” now you were starting to feel bad—it was clear it wasn’t his intention to do so but you couldn’t help it.

Your groans had Damian staring at you as you laid your head in your hands “Now I feel bad” there’s a soft gaze in his eyes

“Don’t be” Damian gets up from his spot beside you and grasps your hand in his—thumb grazing over your knuckles “come, let’s go to bed shall we? I believe I have a tired wife who needs her beauty sleep?” Rolling your eyes he pulls you to your feet and before you knew it you were yelping as he lifted you up in the air as carried you in a bridal position. “I will move my plans so that I can spend the next few days with you, zawjati” he leans his head done and kisses your forehead “how does that sound’ giving him a soft smile your response

“I actually like the sound of that”

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reiding-writing · 4 months

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Echolalia is the meaningless repetition of words and phrases and it's usually associated with mental conditions like Autism, ADHD, developmental or language delays, Tourette's, or schizophrenia.

So, if you have the time, do you think you could write a spencer reid x male reader who has echolalia. Maybe reader is a new BAU member and keeps repressing it bc he knows what it's associated with, and doesn't want the team to view him as 'unstable' or 'stupid'. Maybe Reid overhears him doing it and reader panics?

Thanks in advance, I love your writing!

circles [ s.r ]

spencer reid x gn!reader ||| hurt/comfort ||| 2.7k ||| masterlist!!

WARNINGS: reader is insecure, reader has echolalia, self deprecation

a/n: i did write this with a male reader in mind but gender really didn’t come up at all so-

You were working for the FBI, who would’ve thought.

It’s one of those jobs that people always talk about like it’s some fictional job that no-one actually does. But here you are, seven months into working with the Behavioural Analysis Unit of the FBI and living your best life.

Well, the best life you could when your job consisted of tracking down extremely dangerous and deranged individuals who had no regard for human life anyway.

Your co-workers were nice, the work hours were okay, and you got to brag to your parents about the fact that you rode on a private jet every few weeks.

You just wished it was easier to form friendships with your team.

It wasn’t that they were hard to talk to. They were all wonderful. It was just that little voice in the back of your head that told you that you weren’t a real member of the team.

You’d joined after the rest of them after all.

They were already a tight-knit unit before you’d passed the academy training, and by some measure of insanity you’d managed to squeeze yourself in alongside them.

Your sure that if you opened yourself up more that they’d accept you into their ‘work family’ with no holds barred, but when it came to keeping your professional image, the best thing you could do was keep your mouth shut.

Having an unbreakable habit of repeating arbitrary things that someone had mentioned sometimes hours before was not the best thing when it came to forming relationships with others.

It was odd and out of place and made you look like a weirdo. It made you feel like a weirdo. Like you weren’t normal.

You were a fully grown adult for god’s sake, not a four year old.

You’d keep it under wraps for the most part, locked away in your head as you bite your tongue at every urge to repeat the way Emily had said ‘whipped cream’ when talking about her hot chocolate in the office a few weeks ago.

Keeping your lips pressed into a tight line as the tones of Morgan’s ringtone echoed through your head so you wouldn’t hum it to yourself when working through your files.

Of course, the minute you got home you’d drop the effort and just succumb to saying ‘wheels up in thirty’ to yourself every ten minutes whilst washing your dishes, but it didn’t really matter when you were at home.

Because you were at home. Alone. With no one to judge you.

“Circles…” You furrow your eyebrows as you stare blankly at the map in front of you.

Spencer had been called out of the police station to go and examine one of the victims’ bodies post-autopsy, and so he’d left you in charge of the geographical profile in the meantime. “Find the circles,”

You weren’t as gifted as Spencer, nor as experienced as him, especially in his specialty of geographical profiles, but he’d taken the time to explain his thought process to you before leaving, and now it was the only thing running through your mind.

Everything was made out of circles Spencer had told you. Geographical profiles were comprised of circles. Find the circles and therefore find the comfort zones.

Find the circles.

“…find the circles-”

“You’re doing good,” You almost jump out of your skin when you hear Spencer’s voice form the entrance of the room, physically jolting as you’re ripped from your own mind and forced to remember that there are in fact other people here and you’ve just spent the last twenty minutes muttering to yourself about circles like an idiot.

“Oh- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you- I uh- Just got back from the coroner’s office and I- Just thought I should check on you- Sorry,” You can see the change in Spencer’s eyes once he realises he’s caught you off guard, profusely apologising like he’d done something wrong when he was literally just doing his job and it was your fault for being an idiot and jumping at someone walking into the room of a public police station during an investigation.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” You press your lips into an awkward smile as he cautiously makes his way across the room to get a better look at your scribbling on the map.

“Looks like you found all the circles,”

“Huh-”

“You were talking to yourself about ‘finding the circles’ and from what I can see you’ve actually marked them out perfectly,”

You almost dig yourself into a hole right there in the middle of the police station’s conference room.

You’d being talking to yourself again, and Spencer heard you. Not only that, it was something that Spencer had told you in the first place.

You can feel yourself descending into internal madness as Spencer takes one of the whiteboard pens to mark out something else on the map in front of you. God he probably thinks that you’re a weirdo now. I mean who catches their coworker repeating something they’d said almost and hour ago to themselves over and over again and thinks they’re not a weirdo?

You try and judge Spencer’s expression, scanning his face with your eyes to catch any trace of uncomfortableness in his eyes or a judging in his eyebrows. But you don’t find anything.

Then again Spencer had always been hard for you to read, probably because every time you did try to read his expression you got distracted looking at the freckles dappled across his nose and the way his hair curls against his forehead and the way his lips parted slightly when he focused on drawing a line over your red circle on the map and-

Focus.

You’ve already dug yourself into a deep enough hole repeating yourself over and over again, you didn’t also need to be caught trying to eat him with you eyes. God you are so screwed.

“Are you alright?” Spencer’s voice again catches you off guard as it forces you back into reality once more, and you turn your eye up towards his as he tilts his head at you, mild concern written across his features. “You uh- kind of zoned out,”

“Yeah I’m uh- I’m gonna-” You lamely point over your shoulder towards the door, retreating backwards so you could find the bathroom and wallow in your own self-pity for a few minutes.

“Are you sure? I can keep teaching you how to do a geographical profile if you’d like,” You curse Spencer’s moral character at his question. You don’t want to say no to him. He was a great guy who was passionate about his job and was going out of his way to teach you something that would then make your job easier.

“No- it’s alright- don’t worry about it-” You purse your lips into a straight line with a small shake of your head, hand braced on the door handle and reminding you that there was in fact solace from your stupidity on the other side.

“Did I make you uncomfortable? If I did then I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to catch you off guard like that,” Spencer rung the whiteboard pen in his hands as he spoke, and it almost made you collapse at the sight. He looked genuinely guilty, like he was actually physically upset at the prospect he might’ve caused you discomfort.

“No- you haven’t-” You sigh, dragging your hand down your face as you mentally punch yourself for making Spencer believe that he’d caused you any discomfort. He had, but that was because you were being idiotic and insecure, that wasn’t his fault. “I’m just being stupid, ignore me,”

You can see his mind run through your conversation with him, trying to find out when he might’ve made you feel uncomfortable without meaning to.

“You really didn’t-”

“Was it me mentioning that I overheard you speaking to yourself?”

Your lack of a response answers his question.

“It’s not uncommon for people to speak to themselves you know, it’s not something to be embarrassed about, in fact, studies have shown that talking to yourself during an activity like what you were doing with the profile can help boost short-term memory,”

But that wasn’t what you were doing. You weren’t repeating it because it was helping you remember how to do a geographical profile, you just were. There wasn’t a reason.

“Right…”

You wonder Spencer can read your mind as his expression furrows slightly at your response, and you can again see the cogs turning in his head as he tries to figure out whether or not his assessment was actually correct.

“Reid it’s really fine don’t worry about it,” Your attempt to shut down his internal analysis of your previous conversation is again shut down by Spencer, who waves his hand dismissively at you with a tight knit in his eyebrows.

“No, I made you feel uncomfortable and I want to know why so that I don’t do it again,” Spencer’s kindness is both a blessing and a curse you’ve come to realise, and as much as you are majorly appreciative of his efforts to form an emotional bridge with you, you’re also insanely embarrassed about the fact that his one off comment had affected you so much in the first place.

“I just-” You sigh. Do you tell him? He doesn’t seem to have noticed so maybe you can get away with it, lock it back up in your head and never repeat anything ever again unless you are securely in the safety of your own home. “I don’t know, I have this stupid habit of repeating things that other people say to me and-”

Well so much for locking it up.

“I just don’t want to be seen as some weirdo,”

Spencer blinks at you like you’ve got three heads and you seriously consider jumping out of the window to escape the situation.

“See, now you’re staring at me like i’m insane,” You drag your hand down your face, and you can feel your throat close up like you’re going to cry. It feels stupid, crying because of something trivial like this, but when you’ve buried it for so long because you’re scared of what other people are going to think about you of course it’s going to amplify into something massive.

“No- No- I’m not- I-” Spencer waves his hand at you, and you can see desperation flood his features as he tries to explain himself.

“It’s fine, I get it, I’m mentally unstable-”

“No. No that’s not what I was thinking at all,“ Spencer shakes his head at you adamantly, soft brown curls bouncing around his face with every turn of his head.

So he was right, partly anyway. It was the fact that he’d brought up that you were speaking to yourself. But it wasn’t that, it was the fact that you were repeating something that he had told you and you’d thought it freaked him out. “Echolalia is a fairly common thing, I do it myself sometimes,”

Your eyebrows furrow slightly, although whether it’s because of the new term Spencer said to you like you already knew what it meant or the fact that he openly admitted to doing the same thing with no shame or embarrassment you weren’t sure. “What?”

“Echo…lalia?” Spencer mirrored the furrowing of your eyebrows with his own as he drags out the word, seemingly surprised that you didn’t know the official term for what you were describing. “It’s the subconscious repetition of things that you hear around you,”

“Oh,”

“It’s very common in children during the language development stage, but it can follow through into adulthood in some people,” Spencer takes your short reply as an invitation for him to explain it to you. Hopefully by doing so he would be able to convince you that it wasn’t something to be ashamed of or embarrassed about. “It’s especially common in individuals with autism, with roughly 85% of autistic people experiencing echolalia,”

“So, you’re saying I’m autistic?” You blink at him with a confused expression, like you’re not exactly sure how you’re supposed to feel.

“Not necessarily, echolalia is common in a number of neurodivergencies, it’s just most commonly associated with autism,” Spencer gives you that awkward smile you’ve come to associate him with. “It’s really nothing to be embarrassed about, it’s just your brain’s way of processing information,”

“But-”

“Really, you shouldn’t worry about it, it doesn’t mean there’s anything ‘wrong’ with you at all,” Spencer’s not one for interrupting other people, but he can tell that you’ve still not come to terms with it even after his explanation.

You don’t say anything else, giving him a short nod and stuffing your hands in your pockets with a pursed smile.

“Now, about the profile, are you sure you wouldn’t like me to continue showing you how to complete one? From what I can see you’ve got a natural talent for it,” Spencer gestures back over to your markings on the map and you follow it with your eyes.

“I- yeah alright,”

“Great,” Spencer gives you a smile as he picks up one of the whiteboard pens and makes his way back over to the board. “Okay, so you’ve already marked out all of the crime scenes, so the next step is to chronologically connect them all,”

You only half listen to Spencer’s explanation as he teaches you, mind still focused on your conversation with him. He didn’t find you weird like you’d expected him to. He didn’t think you were unstable or not mentally sound. He did it himself.

That last point was what really stuck with you.

He did it himself.

And he wasn’t ashamed to admit it to you. You assume the rest of the team knew as well, which means they probably also wouldn’t care.

So- what? You’ve been freaking out over nothing?

That made you feel stupider than your repetition ever did.

God you really needed to get yourself together.

And that started with learning to trust your teammates not to judge you for something that you couldn’t control. One down, six to go.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid angst #criminal minds angst #mgg #asks 🫶

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nahoney22 · 6 months

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🥳🥳congrats on 4000 !!🥳🥳

For your follower celebration

May I request a sfw f! Reader x crosshair

In which reader is woken up from a nightmare and is comforted by cross, which leads to cuddles and falling asleep in his arms? 👉👈

Maybe reader has a crush and wasn't expecting to be shaken from a nightmare nor was she expecting cross to be the one to wake them out of it and comfort her (because despite his standoff attitude Mr. Snarky has a crush too )

Lol sorry if that sounds confusing or complicated

Totally fine if you pass this request up lol

Nightmare Rescue

Crosshair X F!Reader

word count: 1.2k

When a nightmare takes over your sleep, your roughly awakened by the squads Marksman. But what you didn’t anticipate was for him to crawl into the same bunk with you.

warnings: Safe for work, female reader, mutual pining, reader has a nightmare, moody Crosshair, fluff and comfort, cuddles. Can be read as GN.

authors note: many thanks for the support and request @secretthegriffin. Sorry for the wait. Enjoy 🤍

With intense, inscrutable eyes, Crosshair observes you from across the room, attuned to the slightest shift in your typically calm expression. Your brows furrow as you begin to mumble incoherently, your breath turning erratic, punctuated by occasional gasps.

He keenly discerns the distress etched on your face. The fluttering of your eyelids, as if ensnared in a tormenting dream, leaves him deeply unsettled. He can't bear to witness it any longer and he firmly grips your shoulder and shakes your body.

Abruptly, you awaken with a jolt, your heart racing and your body ensnared in tangled bedsheets. The nightmarish grip still clings to your mind, the vivid and unsettling images haunting you. As you strive to make sense of it, your thoughts race in a whirlwind of fear and confusion, your mind wrestling to distinguish dream from reality. But then you meet his gaze.

"C-Crosshair? What... are you okay?"

He hums, his moody facade making it hard to discern his emotions. "I'm fine. You're not."

You wipe the sweat from your brow and swing your legs around the bunk as you sit up. "Did I wake you?" you groan, running a hand through your untamed hair.

"Yes," he replies dryly, his moody expression giving nothing away.

Cursing internally, guilt gnaws at you as Crosshair moves back to his bunk and hunches forward once he sits.

“What was it about?” His unexpected question catches you off guard. You had anticipated Crosshair might wake you and leave you to your own devices, so his display of concern surprises you. It's a rarity, but not unwelcome. You've always found him intriguing since joining the Batch, though you can't envision a relationship beyond comrades, and perhaps, at most, friends.

His inquisitive "Well?" breaks your reverie, snapping you out of your thoughts. His frowning gaze meets your momentarily blank expression, making you feel like you've been gawking at him as if he has three heads.

"Oh, erm," you stammer, not eager to revisit those dreams, "just like... death, I guess." It's not far from the truth.

You glance back at him, finding his gaze unwavering. "You must dream about it a lot."

Your heart twinges, realising that Crosshair has likely seen your internal struggle more than once, and it's possible that the others have noticed too. It's not every time you sleep, but it happens often enough for someone to say, ‘oh, another one?’.

"Yeah, I guess," you admit.

The ship falls into a comfortable silence, with only the typical hum of the engines and the faint, rhythmic tapping of Crosshair bouncing his knee. His silence doesn't bother you; it's not unusual, and merely being in his company is enough, especially with your lingering crush.

Moments pass until he suddenly looks at you, his eyes piercing, a code you can never fully decipher. Your legs feel like jelly, and you momentarily forget how to breathe.

"You should go back to sleep," he orders abruptly. However, for that fleeting moment, there's a softness in his tone when he meets your gaze. "Long day ahead tomorrow."

You nod softly, releasing a deep exhale, breath-taken as usual when he speaks to you. "I suppose. Goodnight."

He doesn't respond with the same words, instead emitting a subtle grunt, his own version of 'goodnight.' But tossing and turning brings no relief as you fail to fall back asleep.

Uncertain whether your inability to sleep is due to the fear of more nightmares or the worry of disturbing Crosshair, you let out a subtle sigh. To your surprise, Crosshair remains awake.

"Can't sleep?"

"Nope," you say, emphasising the 'p'. You turn your head to see Crosshair has maintained the same position for nearly an hour now. He sits in his stark, stoic silence. "What about you?"

"I don't need to," he mutters, reaching under his bunk to retrieve his rifle and a cloth. His hands move with precision and care as he idly cleans his most prized possession, a ritual he performs with unwavering focus.

You watch him for a moment, your eyes tracing the graceful movements of his hands. Then, you return your gaze to the dull and boring ceiling above you. A minute or two later, something shifts, and the whole galaxy seems to pause as Crosshair stands over you, his expression stoic. "Move up."

You blink up at him, words caught in your throat. "Huh?"

"Move," he commands, taking a step closer. His voice holds a hint of determination. "Up."

And you comply, shifting your position to make room for him.

He lays down, and the atmosphere in the cramped bunk is charged with tension. Both of you are stiff, shoulder to shoulder, staring at the ceiling, your hearts pounding in the confined space.

Summoning your courage, you turn your head to face him. "Why are you in my bunk?"

You see him suck on the inside of his cheek, a subtle sign of his nerves, and you wonder what's going through his mind. He turns to face you, his face incredibly close, his piercing eyes locking onto yours. "Do you want me to leave?"

You find yourself briefly lost in the depths of his eyes, drawn into their enigmatic allure, but you snap out of your trance before it becomes awkward, shaking your head slightly. "No," you whisper softly, your heart fluttering as you watch him turn his head away to gaze at the ceiling once more.

A silence descends once again, a little more comfortable than the last, and just as you begin to relax, you're nearly startled when you feel his fingers, with the utmost gentleness, twitch toward yours.

You hold your breath, uncertain if it was accidental, but he doesn't pull away. Instead, his fingers gradually interlace with yours. Slowly, you close your hand, allowing the realisation to sink in that you are holding Crosshair's hand.

Crosshair remains quiet for a while, and you don't mind the silence. However, when he does speak, his voice is barely above a whisper. "You can sleep into me," he says, his voice tinged with a hint of nervousness, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "If it would help you sleep better."

"Really?"

"Yes," he replies swiftly, anticipating your question. "Cuddle... into me."

How could you resist such an invitation?

You quietly shift onto your side, laying your head in the crook of his torso and armpit, your arm draping delicately over his toned frame. If this wasn't an innocent gesture, you might have melted at the sensation of his body against yours.

You half-expected him to flee, second-guessing his decision, but instead, he chuckles lowly. "Don't be scared, come closer." His words send a pleasant shiver down your spine, and you shake off any distracting thoughts, pressing yourself more firmly against him and sighing contentedly.

But nothing feels better than when his arms snake around you, pulling you close, and he lays a hand on the back of your head, gently massaging your hair.

Your eyes flutter closed, and you hum in delight. "Crosshair, you don't need to do this," you comment shyly after a few minutes.

"If I didn't want to, I wouldn't," he replies, gently meeting your gaze. For a brief moment, your gazes fully lock, not just fleeting glances. His eyes roam your face and pause briefly at your lips, but he doesn't give in. Instead, he smiles, a soft and rare expression.

"Go to sleep now, darling."

As soon as your eyes fall shut, you drift off into a peaceful slumber, and not a single nightmare disturbs your rest.

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Hello!!!! Can I req hobie x innocent fem reader where hobie is spending the night at her place and and the reader randomly gets up in the middle of the night at like 3am and just literally leaves and goes to the store 😭 and hobie doesn't even know so he has a whole heart attack looking for her and when he eventually finds her he's like all mad and angry since she pulled a "stunt" and maybe he even makes her cry...but eventually makes her feel better....(sorry I just love torturing myself with sad things). Well if you do write this could it be like...hm i don't know how to explain this but things were "normal" then to angst and then to fluff or comfort idrk. I really look forward to reading stuff from you!! Very excited :) have a nice night.

stop this is actually so cute 😭 also i get the whole “torturing myself with sad things” so dw! hope u enjoy <3

❣️ don’t ever do that shit again!

parings: hobie brown x innocent!fem!reader

warnings: angst to comfort, sfw, hobie is a little mean in the middle lmao

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you heard hobie hum in his sleep, a deep, soothing tone.

hobie couldn’t spend time without you. it was just as simple as that. so, what better way to keep you all to himself than stay the night at your place?

hobie was sprawled out on the queen-sized bed, his lips parted. his chest lifted with every relaxed breath, a steady rhythm.

you were simply observing him before you left to pick up some things from the 24/7 store. i mean, who doesn’t get midnight cravings? you were just going out for a few minutes, nothing to worry about.

you got out of your temporarily shared bed to put on a sweatshirt over your tank top, you knew to expect the rush of cold air when you went outside. leaving your bedroom, you reached for your apartment keys, knowing the store was just around the corner.

you laughed to yourself when you remembered what happened last time you went to the corner store. hobie had stole borrowed some blueberry jam, thinking it was your favorite spread, but returned it the second you found out your favorite spread was nutella. you bit your lip to keep from waking up your boyfriend, remembering the shock and regret on his face when you had said the news.

the door clicked as you locked it as down the stairs you went, on your way to the store to get some late-night snacks.

you had no idea the panic that would set in soon after.

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hobie tossed and turned on his stomach in his half-awaken form, expecting a body to stop him from rolling off the bed.

his body instead fully rolled over, as he found himself now on his back, dumbfounded.

he immediately shot up, his ears ringing. what happened? did someone kidnap you and he was to busy sleeping to notice?

all the worst possibilities and situations ran through his head, each one getting even worse and more gruesome. he finally threw the bed covers of his body, only wearing a dark blue crop top and his boxers. he jumped off his side of the bed, frantic.

he briefly put on a random pair of sweatpants he found on the floor, not sure if it was yours or his. but at moment it didn’t matter, all that mattered in his mind was you.

“bloody fuckin’ hell..” he muttered to himself in fear, thinking about where on earth you could’ve disappeared to. he finally decided on running around town, every single corner of it. he didn’t even think of calling you on your cell. after all, you probably didn’t even have access to it since you randomly disappeared during the dead of night, right?

he was 100% false.

while hobie was running around the neighborhood looking like a lunatic, you were humming a tune to yourself as you browsed through different chips on the store shelf. so maybe you had spend a while looking at snacks, so what? there were a lot of options!

a sudden ding! sound rang in your ears, signaling another customer had entered the shop. this didn’t concern you in the slightest, as you resumed humming, oblivious to the fact that hobie was next to the snacks and chips aisle, making his way towards you.

“oh fuck, there you are!” his voice louder with each word, walking quickly towards you.

“hobie, what are you-“ you were cut off with an angry outburst.

“what were you even thinking? he whispered through his teeth, his hand gripping your forearm.

“oh, i was just hungry!” you explained happily, showing off your snacks.

he sighed as his grip on your forearm tightened, pulling you toward the front of the store to pay.

“go on.” hobie nodded almost silently. you paid for the food quietly, saying a ‘thank you’ to the employee before hobie pulled you away outside and letting you having.

“i can’t believe you?! are you fucking serious? do you know how dangerous it is at night? i was worried SICK.” he shouted angrily, moving his hands around frantically. “you really don’t realize how careless you can be, do you?”

you went silent, shocked at his sudden outburst. “i’m sorry..” was all you could let out. you could feel the tears stinging your eyes. a lump formed in your throat as you tried to hold back the sob that was beckoning forward. you knew if you didn’t walk away soon you would burst into tears, deciding to briskly walk past hobie in the direction towards your apartment.

hobie stiffened as you walked away. “hey! where d’ya think you’re going?” he shouted to you, but you stayed silent. if you even let one sound out, you were going to let all hell break loose.

hobie sighed before he swiftly walked back to you. “look, love. i was just upset, i swear i didn’t mean none of tha’” he explained with an almost silent voice.

you shook your head. “i get it. i shouldn’t have went out without telling you.” you looked over at him to see his face illuminated by the moonlight. you noticed you had arrived at the apartment.

“no.” hobie simply said, putting both hands on either one of your shoulders. you turned your head up to look at him, his expression filled with sincerity. “you know i didn’t mean a single word i said, right?” he asked, his voice in a higher pitch than usual. he couldn’t lose you. he wouldn’t lose you.

you stayed silent, unable to answer. you simply had nothing good to say. you had thought he meant every word, but his apology had made you doubt your thoughts.

“you’re amazing, love. don’t let anyone else tell you otherwise, yeah?” he tilted your chin up to look at him, his voice dripping with guilt. “load of shit, what i said. you’re perfect.” he smiled at the last word before planting a long kiss on your forehead, his lip ring cooling your skin.

you chuckled lightly before giving him a small smile, looking up at him.

“i think you’re pretty perfect too, hobie,” you giggled, “now let’s head to bed, i’m finished.”

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this isn’t my best work i’m so sorry 😭 but i had a lot of fun writing the angst, i’ve never really wrote it at all :)

thanks for reading!! ⭐️

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#across the spiderverse #atsv x reader #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie brown angst

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sensitive-neuvi-enthusiast · 6 months

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You're his favorite show (3)

The day has finally come, the one on one with you is here. Choso can't wait.

Divider: @rookthornesartistry

Content: fem!reader, reader is a camgirl, self pleasure (choso + reader), cybersex (sorta), parasocial behavior, sex toys (vibrator, faux cock, nipple clamps), fantasies, choso is a little delusional

Wc: 1.8k

Part one, Part two

It was harder to do than Choso realized. As soon as he woke up this morning, his dick was already straining hard against his boxers. Due to the dreams of you that night, begging him to just let you taste his cock one more time. You needed to feel the heavy weight on your tongue, the way it'd slip down your throat- “Fuck,” he ran a sweaty hand down his face. This wasn't helping. Maybe just a little touch…? That wouldn't be bad, right?

One turned into two and two turned into three. Choso was a lost cause when it came to you.

After the third, left panting and sweaty, he finally peeled his hands away from his sticky cock. Scolding himself. He needed to be fresh, with an unspent cock so he could fully enjoy you. His dick needed a lock on it if he was going to survive until eight.

When eight rolled around, he couldn't stop the intense beating of his heart. Choso could even hear it in his ears. Thumping loudly, all his blood pumping there instead of the usual place; his dick. His fingers tapped, slightly impatient, on his laptop as he waited for you. Chewing on his lip, eyes glued to the screen. Waiting for your cute little picture to pop up in the middle. “Where is she?” He whispered, nerves settling now. Did you not like him? No, no. That was impossible. He was your favorite, that's why you picked him. Had to be.

A small chime came from his laptop, your picture popping up. Finally. He looked himself over before clicking accept, a large screen appearing with your face on it. God. The outfit you had on was….sinful. He licked his lips. “Hey pretty, sorry for my tardiness. I was getting my toys.” You gave a giggle and his dick twitched. “I-It's…okay. I'd wait if I had to.” Was that too much? Oh, he didn't want to scare you away now that he got you. “Aww, aren't you sweet.” You cooed. You're right, he was sweet. So so, sweet to you. He hummed.

“Okay, before we begin. I want to go over some rules, mmkay?” He nodded. But remembered, he hadn't turned his camera on. Was he allowed to?

“First, no personal questions.” She held up one finger. “Second, you can turn on your camera…unless you start to make me uncomfortable then I'm allowed to request you turn it off.” Another finger up, “you can request what toys I use, but the options are limited. I only have so many.” Finger up. “Fourth, you can request I call you something. And vice versa, just remember to keep comfort in mind. No creepy stuff.” You hummed, pressing your fingers to your lips. “I think that's it. Do you agree to these terms?” He swallowed thickly, he could do that right? Follow those rules? Choso nodded, “I do.”

“Perfect!” You clapped your hands. “Are you turning your cam on?” Another thick swallow, his finger hovering over the button before slowly clicking it. All you could see was waist down, no shirt and a pair of thick grey sweatpants. And the thick outline of his cock.

“Holy shit..” he heard you murmur. Did he already mess up? You cleared your throat, “I mean…Ahem. Guess I was expecting someone…..old, not around the same age as me.” How old were you? He wanted to know. But he didn't ask. Choso couldn't risk breaking your rules. All he did was hum, unsure of what he was supposed to say to that but his dick did give an interested twitch. He heard you shuffle before speaking again, “Okay…what should I call you?”

What should he request? A pet name? Something dirty like, daddy? No…he should, “Choso…just call me Choso.”

“Mm, okay Choso,” you purred. Another excited twitch. “What toys am I using, Choso?” His eyes scanned the screen, seeing the toys you had laying out. There were so many…

“Um; nipple clamps…vibrator and the…faux cock. Please.” Did you hear how shaky his voice was? The excitement mixed with his nervousness? Did you mind? “Mm, good choices. Let's start with these first.” You picked up the clamps, jingling them in your hand. Then, you slipped a thumb into your mouth. Your tongue swirling around the digit, getting it nice and wet. Choso's eyes were glued to the scene. And they followed when you let go with a pop, swirling it around your erect nipple. Hardening them so you could attach the clamps.

“Fuck..” he breathed, his hand already rubbing himself through his pants.

“You like that?” He heard you coo, thumb sliding to the other nipple to give it the same treatment. “Yes…yes, I do.” His breathing was already labored and you just started. And when you opened the clamps, attaching to each bud with a small cute little fucking moan, he had to grip his shaft hard. How embarrassing would it be if he came now? So soon? Choso needed you to know he had more control than that. You hummed, giving a gentle shake to your breasts. The pretty jewels hanging off the clamps made him wish he was there. Tugging on them, making you whine and moan. His tongue sliding around them, maybe he'd even bite the ends, tugging like his fingers had done.

“Pretty..” is all he managed to mumble as he watched you. And he could see a smile stretched on your face. God. He loved you.

“Hmmm…what setting should I set this Choso?” You waved the vibrator in the air. “Slow and torturous? Or so high I can't help but make a mess for you?” You were killing him, talking to him like that. Feeding his small, nurtured, delusion further. “High,” he managed to choke out. And you listened, pressing the button over and over until it was on the highest setting, making your hand vibrate. “And this?” You gestured to the faux cock. “Mouth, in your mouth..”

And you did that too. Slipping the thick head (not as thick as his) past your lips. Tongue peeking out to slide around it. He couldn't take it anymore. His thumbs hooked into his sweatpants, tugging them down to his thighs. Along with his boxers. His painful erection slapping against his tummy, leaving behind a mess. And it was only made worse when he caught your eyes, both, glued to his erection. Thick veins running up the length, an almost deep peach color making out his tip. Trimmed tufts of dark brown hair bordered the base. Large, thick and heavy balls set in between his legs. Swollen with how much cum he so desperately wanted to unload into you but couldn't. You moaned around the fake dick, moving the hypermotion vibrator to your clit.

Immediately, your eyes water from how quick it was bringing you to that bordering sensation. The feeling when anything, a slight move, could tip you over the edge. You had no choice but to come at the will of this toy.

He spit into his hand, stroking up and down his length as he watched. You, perched up on your chair, in the position he wanted you in. Using the toys, he wanted you to. Everything. Was how he wanted and it made him groan, thumb sliding over his slit, playing with his sticky precum. “I wish I could fuck you..” he found himself saying. The rules all but forgotten from his mind, the haze of lust taking over.

But you didn't seem to mind, your hips swiveling. Helping your thrust against the cruel toy, slowly ripping an orgasm out of you. Making a mess of your thighs and your chair, chanting his name around the toy. God. You truly were everything he wanted. He needed you so bad.

His teeth sunk into his lip, stroking himself quicker until he came too. Strings of white covering his tummy, his tensed muscles but he kept going. You hadn't stopped yet, so he wouldn't either. He could tell how sensitive your little clit was. That harsh toy that he picked, abusing it. He wished he could lick it, suck on it to make it feel better (or worse). His poor, pretty baby. He held his tongue, wanting so badly to call you that but couldn't. At the risk of you ending this session.

He groaned, watching as your messy pussy twitched. Gaping, clamping down on nothing. It needed to be filled. He could tell. Choso risked a glance down at his dick, it was perfect for you. Would fill you up so nicely, won't you beg him so sweetly to fill you up after this? Give him your number? Your name? The real one. Your address? He just wanted to fill that poor pretty pussy of yours. It looked so lonely.

“Fuck,” he hissed. His mind creating these scenarios made him cum again, another messy string of white painting his abs.

You came too, couldn't help it with that toy vibrating so harshly against your clit. It was so swollen. Peeking from beneath your wet folds; he licked his lips. He didn't want this to end, Choso wanted to keep watching you come over and over. Being left in a pool of your arousal, he needed that image. But he could tell you were getting tired, too sensitive. Your poor little nipples were a harsh red, the clamps digging into them. Your mouth was a mess too, saliva dripping down your chin as you kept sucking that cock like it was–his. Is that what you were thinking? He wanted to ask, desperately.

Sadly, you switched the vibrator off, tossing it to the side with a clank. Your pussy was still twitching. Saliva connected your pretty lips to the tip as you slid out the faux cock, tossing it with the vibrator. The clamps were last, undoing them left your nipples raw. He was sure they hurt. Won't you let him come and lick them better? His mouth would surely ease your aching buds.

“Phew,” you let out a deep breath. Giving a small hum as you looked at him. “I hope you enjoyed your prize, I know I did.” Your voice was laced with the aftermath. It already was springing his dick to life.

“I…did,” he looked down at his spent cock. “Good. Thank you for your support, Princ3charming. Hope to see you in the stream again!” Wait wait, what happened to his name? No, you're supposed to call him his name. “I'll be there. Always.” He watched as you gave him a smile before ending the call. His head fell against the pillows, his sheets and body messy; again. A ding came from his computer, signaling that the recording had been finished.

What? Did you think he wouldn't record that one on one time with you?

Taglist: @angelic-stargazing, @adanfore, @sad-darksoul, @slothsmoths, @matchafroggies724, @sabo-has-my-heart

A/N: I tagged others who wanted to be tagged in part Two in this one. If you don't wanna be tagged lemme know. Also, sorry if there are any errors, I did my best to proofread but I'm sick so yeah, enjoy! ♡

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #choso x reader #jjk smut #choso smut #choso kamo #jjk choso #jujutsu kaisen choso #choso #series

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