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nereidprinc3ss · 5 months

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relax

in which spencer helps university student reader de-stress after a particularly exhausting assignment

18+ (smut) warnings: fingering, overstimulation, happy crying, lowkey softdom spencer, slight d/s dynamics, reader is referred to as a girl, ????idk i've never had to tag for smut before lols wc: 2624 a/n: been doing some insane literary cooking. lots of smut AND more fluff in the works (all uni reader... lol... ). idk if i love this but again need to fucking get it out of my word doc so here u go, PLEASE lmk if you like it!!

You don’t even realize the room has gone completely dark until Spencer comes in the front door and flicks on the light.

“Why did you do that?” you snap immediately, looking up from your laptop screen for the first time in potentially hours, blinking hard as your eyes painfully adjust. Your boyfriend gives you an odd look.

“Hello to you too...”

“I’m sorry. Hi. How was dinner?”

“It was good,” he says, crossing the room to the couch that has been your entire world for the past five hours. You sigh, releasing some of the tension in your shoulders when he leans down to kiss your head and set down a to-go box on the coffee table. “Have you moved since I left?”

“...no,” you admit, moving your eyes dejectedly to the keyboard.

“You made progress,” he appeases, leaning over you to angle the laptop upward. Immediately you wrench it away, holding it protectively against your chest.

“Stop! I don’t want you to read it yet!”

“I could help you with it though,” he pleads, bracing a hand on the arm of the couch. You look up into his hazel eyes, where he’s definitely playing up the puppy dog factor. His tie brushes your stomach, and he smells like lavender and clove and--

“You need to go away,” you realize, snapping back to reality and shrinking into the couch, away from him—trying to escape his all-encompassing sensory presence.

“Wh- I just got back!” he scoffs, straightening.

“You’re distracting me,” you accuse, throwing him a baleful look.

“I’m literally offering to help you.”

“And I’m respectfully declining because I care too much about your opinion to show you this essay until it’s less terrible. I really just need a couple more hours to finish it, please?”

Spencer sighs, regarding your pitiful state before moving to sit down next to you. Automatically you move your legs out of the way before settling them in his lap and damn it he’s supposed to be going away. Your iron grip on the laptop involuntarily loosens a little as his hands begin to run back and forth over your legs. No—you must stay focused.

“Spencer,” you whine, flopping your head back. You let the implied complaint hang in the air.

“You’ve been writing all day. Your brain is exhausted, and your synapses aren’t firing at a rate that is intellectually productive.”

“What is the point of having a brain if I can’t even use it half the time!” you almost-shout, pressing the palms of your hands into your eyes until you see fireworks.

The couch shifts and you feel the warm, robotic weight of the laptop unpin you as Spencer lifts it from your lap. “Don’t read it,” you beg, watching through parted fingers as he sets it on the coffee table, and relaxing slightly when he settles back into the couch.

“Come here,” he says, holding out an arm. Too mentally exhausted to do anything but comply, you pull yourself up just enough to fall into him. Immediately he wraps his arms around you, one hand slipping under your shirt to rub your back in hypnotizing passes. “I think you burnt yourself out,” he mutters.

You nod into his shoulder, surrendering yourself to his warmth, letting yourself sink into a lavender-clove fog, wanting nothing more than to dissolve into it. The darkness behind your eyes glows an inviting amber, threatening to pull you under...

But the essay...

“Stop thinking about the essay,” he demands.

“But I have so much to do,” you sigh against his jacket, the words coming out muffled.

“The best thing you can do now is give your brain a rest. I promise you you’re not making that paper any better if you’re exhausted.”

“I am not exhausted,” you insist, although your eyes are still closed, “I’m just really stressed.”

Spencer hums, continuing to rub your back.

“Do you need me to help you relax?” he says innocently.

Oh?

One of your eyes opens to peer up at him suspiciously. He sweeps some of your hair out of your face.

“Because I would be happy to.” A moment passes—him looking down at you fondly; you wondering if you’re picking up what he’s putting down.

“And how would you go about doing that?” you ask suspiciously.

“Orgasms reduce tension and stress and improve brain function.”

Damn. Why did the nerdiest, most un-sexy pickup line ever just turn you on?

You groan, burying your face further into his shirt—mostly to hide any trace of a blush.

“You know what else would reduce stress and improve brain functioning? Taking an Adderall and finishing my fucking essay.”

“Angel, you're such a smart girl, and you are fully capable of doing whatever you set your mind to—but I will lock your laptop in my gun safe before I let you look at that essay again tonight.” He speaks so softly, and his fingers are still gently combing through your messy hair... all in all, you put up a good fight, right? Maybe you should just listen to him...

“... fine.” you say eventually, reluctant to give in too quickly even though the idea quickly has filled your stomach with butterflies.

“Fine?” he says, pausing his motions as you turn your head just enough to look up at him. “Sounds like you don’t really want it, baby. Maybe we should just go to sleep. Or I could take you back to your-”

“Spence,” you whine, gently grabbing the front of his shirt. Now he’s going to make you beg? As if it wasn’t his idea? Those puppy dog eyes of his are deceiving.

“You’re gonna have to do better than that,” he sighs, hand moving from your hair to your outer thigh.

“Please?” you whisper, dignity forgotten as you look up at him imploringly.

“Lean back, sweet girl,” he says, helping you adjust your position til you’re lying against his chest, legs sprawled across the couch. Your head lolls on his shoulder, intoxicated by his close proximity. “Perfect. Such a good listener.”

Normally, you’d be quick to make a defensive remark, but with the way he’s slowly hiking your shirt up, running his hands over your sides so lightly it gives you goosebumps—you're really in no position to argue. Your eyes flutter shut as his hands grow bolder in their explorations, crossing your stomach, fingers just slipping under the waistband of your shorts and skimming over your hipbones before coming back up.

“Does that feel good?” he murmurs, and you nod lazily, apparently losing access to your language facilities after running them dry all day. Unfortunately, that doesn’t seem good enough for your boyfriend. “Do you remember when the last time I touched you like this was?”

Through the hazy blur of your exhaustion, you try to think back. Was it... two days ago? Three? More?

“Almost a week ago,” he supplies the answer for you when you take too long. What? That can’t be right.

But when you think about it harder... it is right. It was right before finals week started.

An errant hand straying up your torso distracts you. “Do you remember what I did?”

You flush.

“You... yeah,” is the best you can offer, too flustered to say exactly what he did to your body. That stray hand moves over your breast. Your back arches just slightly at the stimulation through the thin fabric of your bra.

Thankfully, he lets you off the hook.

“I made you cum three times, right?”

“Mhm,” you hum through closed lips, tense with anticipation as he finally slides both hands down to your shorts and wordlessly directs you to lift your hips so he can pull them all the way off along with your underwear.

“You’ve been so busy lately, huh. Working so hard.”

You unconsciously drop your bent legs open, brain too foggy to be insecure about how utterly bare you are—allowing him to slowly rub up and down your inner thigh.

“I’m gonna make you feel good, honey. I don’t think three times was enough for such a stressful week.”

You gasp when his fingers finally brush your clit, whimpering slightly when they just barely skim your entrance before tracing the wetness back up.

“Give me your hand,” Spencer says, taking his own from between your legs and holding it up. You don’t even think about it, releasing your grip on the arm he now has wrapped around you and holding it out for him. At this point, you’d do anything he tells you to without hesitation.

He takes the proffered hand, gently guiding it back between your legs. Your fingers meet slick, soft warmth. “Do you feel how wet you are?”

“Yeah,” you breathe, seeing how your fingers glisten when you pull them away. His remain, running slowly up and down your clit. Your brain seems to be vibrating in your skull as warmth spreads throughout your body.

“Who’s that for?”

“You, Spencer,” you whimper. He hums in approval before the room falls into silence as you both watch his teasing intently, your breath baited as you try to be patient. But your body isn’t with the program, you keep twisting slightly, your hips cant upward. “Please, please,” the words escape on a held exhalation as you finally break, arching your back against him as your search for more friction.

Without warning, he sinks two fingers inside you. The slight stretch after not having taken anything in a week scratches an itch you didn’t even know you had, and you let out a broken moan.

“I know, honey. You’re so good, I know.” Spencer kisses your head as he speaks over your cry, barely moving his fingers for a few moments while you get comfortable.

Still you’re not ready for it when he withdraws and pushes back in.

“Look at that,” he breathes.

“Oh, fuck,” you choke, watching how your arousal completely coats his fingers as he slowly, slowly begins to fuck you with them.

Again you feel the vibrations in his chest as he laughs slightly—probably at your earlier insistence that you didn’t desperately want this. The laughter fades as you both become entranced by the sight of his fingers disappearing into you, and your stomach twists with pleasure. His pace remains languid, and he seems to delight in the filthy, wet sounds his hand is producing between your legs.

“You okay, baby?” he asks after a moment, seemingly snapping out of some trance.

“Uh huh,” you whimper. One particular drag of his fingers at just the right angle has you dizzy, and then he’s speeding up. Your jaw drops at the change in pace and your hips chase his hand, wanting even more.

“So pretty,” he mutters as his other hand moves to spread you open.

You attempt to shut your legs around his wrist, but instead he just ruts his fingers deeper into you, palm pressed against your clit. You attempt to twist away from the extreme stimulation, but he doesn’t allow it.

“Too much,” you squeak, bucking your hips inadvertently.

“No it’s not,” he states, like you’re talking about the weather.

“Spencer, I really c- ah- can't!”

“It feels like a lot, huh?” he asks soothingly, not letting up one bit.

“Yes!” you cry, eyes stinging as tears begin to well.

“You’re okay, angel. It’s just been a while.”

You are so completely fucked. Each stroke of his hand feels like an electric jolt through your whole body. It is too much, but at the same time, pleasure is pooling deep in your stomach and at the base of your spine and you never want him to stop. You throw your head back onto Spencer’s shoulder, eyes screwed shut.

“Relax,” he mutters, carefully bearing down the pressure across your waist with his arm to try and keep you from squirming.

A rhythmic whine breaks through the barrier of your sealed lips as you focus all your energy into taking it, when the all-consuming need to kiss him hits you. You twist your neck to look up at him, observing the furrow of his brow and the way he’s tucked his bottom lip into a bite. Thankfully he notices your movement—his eyes dart from your own half-lidded gaze to your lips and he understands what you want.

The kiss is messy and the angle is awkward and you’re moaning into his mouth half the time anyway, but it feels so good to have his lips moving on yours that you don’t care about any of it.

“I—ah,” you cry into him, unable to form a coherent thought as your stomach drops like you’re mounting the peak of a roller coaster.

His fingers again change their angle and he finds the spot inside you that makes your legs spasm. Attempting to hold in whatever noises you were making is now futile—the whimpers and pants turn to full-fledged keening moans interspersed with taut silences as you fail to breathe properly.

Your wrench your gaze and lips away from Spencer to watch through a blurry haze the rapid movement of his hand between your bare legs, the way your hips buck and twist and the way your leg bends as he hooks his free hand under your knee and hoists it toward your chest.

“You’re doing so well, honey. Being so good for me.”

Moisture spills over from your eyes, tracing down your cheeks and down your neck as you begin to come with no warning and a desperate, broken cry.

A string of praise from Spencer underscores your pleading moans, but you can’t focus on anything other than the buzzing warmth emanating from your core, the bright, pulsing white that blinds you and the feeling of stardust flowing through your veins.

Your boyfriend continues pumping his fingers slowly in and out of you for a blissful few moments, before sensing the tail-end of your orgasm and bringing his fingers up to rub lazy circles over your clit. Aftershocks resonate from the hypersensitive area and make you clamp your legs shut around his hand as your toes curl and you attempt to squirm out of his grip.

“Done! I’m done,” you squeak, rocking your hips back and forth to try and escape his toying.

“Okay, okay,” he soothes, relieving the pressure of his hand between your legs and moving it to run over your stomach as you come down.

You lie in silence for a minute, enjoying the liquid sensation weighing down your muscles and basking in the warm afterglow of your orgasm.

“Shit,” you breathe shakily after a moment. Spencer chuckles. You manage to turn yourself over, laying your cheek on his shoulder and slipping your arms under his waist. He looks down at you as he moves on to massaging your back and bare hips, eyes full of warm adoration.

“Feel better?”

You hum an affirmation, wiping your eyes on his shirt.

“Oh, honey, did I make you cry?”

You laugh into his chest and nod, a few stray tears leaking from your shut eyes. “It’s okay. Not sad tears.”

“What kind of tears?”

“Orgasm tears,” you mumble, a tidal wave of exhaustion you’d been fighting all day finally washing over you.

“That makes sense. Orgasms can be cathartic or even therapeutic depending on your head space. Major losses and life changes are often associated with sexual dysfunction but the opposite is actually just as if not more common. A spike in libido can—”

Spencer pauses, looking down to see that you’re either asleep or close to it, and smiles to himself. You’ll probably be mad about it when you wake up, but he had to get you to stop thinking about that paper somehow.

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fernweh-writes · 1 year

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Brahms Heelshire x F!Reader

This is just filth, I'm sorry guys. Actually I'm not sorry, this is what y'all are here for. Enjoy!

Warnings: Somnophilia, oral f!receiving, creampie, 18+ minors dni

Brahms was pressed firmly against the wall, staring hard through the small peep hole he had created in the wall. His breathing was shallow as he palmed his aching cock through his pants, fighting back pitiful moans as he stared at your sleeping form.

Sometimes Brahms wondered if you knew he loved to peer through the walls of the old house and watch you sleep. Maybe that's why you were wearing nothing but a thin t-shirt and lacy panties. Laying on your stomach with one leg bent gave him the perfect view of your ass and a teasing glance at your pussy. Your sleeping form was practically begging him to come have his way with you. Brahms was desperate to touch you in the ways he often imagined, to explore your body and show you exactly who it belonged to.

Brahms had just started to undo his belt when you let out a soft moan in your sleep. Immediately, his eyes snapped back to the small hole in the wall to peer at you once more. His nails dug into the wood on the inside of the wall as he watched you hungrily. Through the wall he heard the sheets ruffle as you rolled onto your back.

"Mmmm, Brahms."

The way you moaned his name in your sleep was pornographic. Brahms could feel any restraint he had left crumble. It was obvious you were dreaming about him, just as desperate for him as he was for you. He had to have you.

As quietly as he could, Brahms snuck his way into your room, careful to not wake you. You hadn't stirred since you had moaned so prettily for him, so he was confident you were still sound asleep. At first he just stood over you, admiring you up close, but it didn't take long for his aching cock to remind him why he was in your room.

Carefully, he traced his hand up your thigh to the swell of your ass, testing the waters. His touch was feather light as to not wake you. However, when you didn't flinch he grew more confident. This time his hand trailed lightly up your side, sneaking up under your shirt. Ever so carefully, he bunched up the thin cotton until your breasts were exposed to him. Without the thin barrier to keep them warm, your nipples hardened and so did Brahms cock. He let out a small whimper at the sight of you being exposed to him, luckily you didn't wake.

Brahms fingers continued up your sides until he reached your breasts and he began gently tracing your hard nipples. Without any restraint left, he caved and took your hard nipple into his warm mouth. He traced the hard peak with his tongue and then began gently sucking as his hand began pinching at your other.

You let out a soft moan and Brahms froze, pulling away from you. He waited until you settled once more before he continued. This time he trailed his way down to your pussy, finger gently tracing your folds through the lacy material of your panties. He could feel that you were wet and that only fueled his arousal.

Trying his best to hold back his heavy breaths, he carefully moved your panties to the side to reveal your wet pussy to him. He gently pushed a finger between your folds, collecting some of the wetness there before carefully circling your clit.

Your legs parted more as you stirred and let out another soft moan, but still you continued to sleep. Brahms kept running a finger through your folds before slowly and gently easing a single finger into you. You were so wet it sunk inside of you easily and Brahms moaned as he felt your warm walls. He no longer cared if he woke you as he added another finger and began pumping them in and out of you rapidly. The wet sounds your pussy made around his fingers caused him to let out a desperate whimper.

This time your moan was louder and Brahms could feel you tense as you woke up to the sight of him between your legs. "Brahms," you moaned out, "what are you doing?"

Soon enough his tongue joined his fingers and began circling your clit as his fingers continued to pump in and out of you. He moaned as he tasted your dripping pussy, eating you out like he was a starved man. Alternating between licking and sucking, Brahms abused your clit until he had you singing his name. Looking down at him, you realized his entire face was exposed to you. He glanced up and the two of you made eye contact as he savored your pussy.

"Am I doing a good job, y/n? Am I being a good boy?"

You let out a loud moan as you felt your climax building, your hips grinding down against Brahms' face. "Fuck! Yes, Brahmsy you're doing a good job. Such a good boy for me."

Brahms ministrations didn't stop even once you had finished. His tongue continued to suck at your overstimulated clit. Grabbing his hair, you had to practically pry him away from your pussy and he whimpered as you did. His hips thrust against the bed and you noticed he was still rock hard inside of his pants.

Guiding him on top of you, you pulled his face towards yours, kissing him roughly. He kissed you back eagerly, and you could taste your release on his tongue.

Reaching down you fumbled with his pants until you could pull them down. Grasping his already hard cock in his hand you smoked him a few times. The sounds Brahms let out were whiny and desperate as he rocked his hips into your hand, desperate for any sort of friction.

Pawing his pants further down, you grasped his thick cock and guided it to your entrance. Brahms' eager eyes met yours seeking approval.

Smiling, you nodded at him. "Go ahead. Fuck me."

Brahms could no longer contain himself and he quickly thrust himself all the way into you. The slight burn from the stretch had you clenching your eyes shut and hissing. He didn't wait for you to adjust to his long size. Instead, he moved one of your legs onto his shoulder so he could thrust deeper inside of you. Brahms practically growled as he rapidly slammed his cock in and out of your pussy. The sounds of your wet pussy taking him in filled the room and urged him on.

His hands were all over you touching you any part of you that he could reach. One moment he was squeezing your ass the next he was groping your boobs. Finally his thumb found your clit again as his hips began to stutter, letting you know he was close to cumming.

"Fuck, oh fuck," the word fell from his lips repeatedly, but this time his voice was deep and it urged you towards your second orgasm. You loved the way he moaned so desperate for you. Like you were the only one in the world that could make him feel like this.

His hips stilled with his cock deep inside you and you could feel the warmth of his cum as he filled you with it. Brahms fell against you, panting, as he waited for his cock to soften before pulling out of you. He wanted to stay inside of your warm walls forever.

Collapsing beside you, Brahms watched as you drifted back off to sleep quickly. He watched you sleep for awhile, fingering his cum back inside of you while you went back to dreaming.

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endless-ineffabilities · 2 months

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The Bolter (part one)

Steve Rogers x f!Reader

synopsis : Steve carries out his decision to return to Peggy, aiming to live out the rest of his days with her. But this means he's leaving everything behind - he's leaving you. Did he make the right choice? Will there be anything left with you to come back to?

in this chapter : Steve is about to walk out of your life, causing you to let go of everything you two have, and everything that could be.

📝 yes, the title is inspired by Taylor Swift's upcoming song The Bolter. In my interpretation and in this story, it is meant to symbolize someone who runs from someone or something. A potential relationship. A loved one. And the choice is not easy, one that may bring a lot of remorse or catharsis? Anyhow - Steve IS a bolter. In the beginning, at least.

themes/warnings : language, angst!!!, pining, unrequited love, Steve is kind of an asshole for leaving (but we love him anyway)

word count : < 1k

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This is it.

This must be what true heartbreak feels like.

Steve, your best friend and the unrequited love of your life, has decided to volunteer to return the Infinity Stones to their respective timelines. Very noble of him.

But he also confessed that he plans to stay with Peggy, now that he finally has the chance.

They can have the dance that was stolen from them, decades ago.

Steve can be with his true love it seems. And that person is just not you.

Well, fuck my life.

"Doll," he smiles ruefully, both of your hands encased in his, "say something."

Say something, he says. What is there to say - I'm in love with you, I want you to stay with me? Don't leave me? I want you stay - for Bucky, for Sam, for Nat. For everyone. For me?

What can you fucking say that will ever be enough? In the 7 years that you've known Steve, you've grown to love him. As a friend, as family. Then, almost inevitably, as the only keeper of your heart. And he knows this.

But he's still leaving. Because, at the end of the day, Peggy is the keeper of his heart.

To you, Steve has always been everything good. Golden boy perfection, with a heart that would put a saint's to shame. Sunshine, laughter, companionship, standing tall and unwavering in his ideals. His gleaming red, white, and blue tendrils snaking their way into the very fibres of your being and taking root.

But now, all you feel is empty. You were angry, when he first told you, days ago. You had almost screamed at him, told him how unfair he was being. You made a long, drawn-out case for Bucky. How he doesn't deserve this. But really, you were making a case for yourself.

Stay, you had said.

He simply smiled, without any mirth. Not like his usual on-brand Steve Rogers gesture of sincerity. He smiled and it did not reach his eyes. He was sad, or maybe he pitied you. And that made you even angrier.

Until minutes later, when you finally broke down, and sobbed quietly in his arms.

"I hate you," you muttered against the creases of his shirt.

"I love you," he said back, and you hated him even more for it. He doesn't get to say that to you, in that way. Not in the same way he would say to Peggy.

Now, right before stepping onto the platform that will cause him to vanish from your life, he says it again.

"You do know that I love you, right?" His smile is genuine, if not a little nervous. He hoped you would be as accepting as Bucky, and send him off with just a rueful look. A gentle, final word. A sweet farewell that he can take with him as a reminder of all the times you spent together.

"I know," you breathe, relenting. Steve does not like that your eyes are glazed over, empty. Like you're not taking him in at all. You take notice of the resulting sag in his shoulders, out of character from the dignified stride he sported as he was saying goodbye to the others.

A big part of you wants to remain indignant. So what if he's hurt or uncomfortable due to your coldness? It serves him right.

"Come here," he whispers, and it comes across a silent plea. Come here? Will you, please?

You take just one small step closer, but he is already ahead, wrapping his arms around your frame. Your stony mask breaks as your cheek presses against his chest, away from his view. His chest plate glistens from your tears, but you don't have it in you to wipe them away.

When he pulls away to look down at you, his heart breaks. He cradles your face in his hands as you look up at him through wet eyelashes, and it's almost enough to make him consider staying.

But then you say, "It will all be okay, Steve." You gingerly pry his hands from your cheeks, giving them a comforting squeeze. "We will be okay."

You look behind you, where Bucky stands watching the exchange, and he offers an encouraging nod.

You take a step back, mustering everything that you possibly can, all the love you have for Steve, to give him one last genuine smile.

"Go get your girl."

Read part two here.

The way I was making myself upset while writing this - god I love angst!!! ~~~

I was gonna keep going, make it even more brutal, but I'll save that for the upcoming parts. It will have some Bucky x reader as well 🖤

God Bless America('s ass).

oh, and let me know if you wish to be tagged!

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jaebeomsbitch · 1 year

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Best Friend's Kisses (E.M.)

Summary: After seventeen long years of friendship Eddie decides to fulfill a ten year old promise. Something whispered in the middle of the night. He gives you the best gift of all.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem! reader, really only mentioned like two or three times

Mid-twenties Eddie and reader. Mechanic! Eddie

Warning: Slight smut at the end, talks of insecurity, making out, flirting, swearing, and melancholy reader. MINORS DNI!

AN: This is only my third fic on here. I'm still trying to understand the formatting.

Eddie Munson had been your friend since you met him on the playground in third grade. He had defended you against some asshole kid who tried to take away your toy. Pushed him to the ground and yelled at him, you’d been inseparable since then. You saw each other through the awkward phases of becoming teenagers, watched him struggle through high school, and then eventually graduate.

Now you were both in your mid twenties, still having movie nights at the Munson’s every Friday after your shift at the record shop. You had a chance to leave, to go to college in New York but you turned it down. Not that you told Eddie, you didn’t want him to feel guilty. Truthfully you did stay for him, afraid that he might break without you but, did he really need you?

Eddie was an incredible sweetheart, making friends left and right with whoever would listen to him. It seemed like anyone that had a chance to really talk to him could see beyond the rumor around him. He was surrounded by people who loved him. Sometimes you regret staying, maybe you could’ve become something. Maybe you could’ve gotten a good degree, move your parents out of this shitty town but you were afraid.

The truth being you use Eddie as a crutch, you always had. Hiding behind him, gripping onto the back of his shirt as he yelled at another person for you, cleaning him up after he fought with a guy for groping you, Eddie was your protector in a sense. So you stay, stay in the shitty down you despise, wallow in self pity for being a fucking coward like you always are, and spending your days drinking or getting high with Eddie and his friends.

Today was a special day, Eddie had gotten a job at a mechanic shop. He always said that when he got his first paycheck he’d buy you something really special. He’d jump around from job to job until he found Earl. Earl was the only person who truly gave Eddie a chance.

“Honey, I’m home,” He jokes, walking into the trailer. Already expecting you to be lying on his bed when he comes home like you always are. He walks in shoulders hunched, face covered in grease stains, and hair knotted. “Gonna take a shower, then’ll be back. Got something exciting for you sweetheart,” He smiles, grabbing the pile of clothes you left on the foot of his bed ready for him. “Toodaloo,” he wags his fingers behind him as he exits the room.

Oh god what did he get you? Eddie had a reputation for going overboard, always saying he had to spoil his ‘princess’ because you were his longest friend. Always rambling about how you deserved the world for sticking by his side. Steve and Robin like to tease him, poking fun at your friendship. Always whispering, “you’ve never thought ‘bout it?” with their questioning gazes. It didn’t matter what either of you said, they never believed you. They could see the way the tips of your ears turned red or the way Eddie silently threatened Steve.

“I feel so much better,” He sighs, throwing himself next to you. He cuddles into the pillow, throwing the sheets over himself. “You forgetting something?” You laugh.

“Oh shit, sorry. M’tired,” He mumbles, eyes open wide. “Just go to sleep, Eds. You can give me whatever it is tomorrow,” You whisper. Trying to lull him back to sleep as you massage his scalp. “No, been waiting forever,” He murmurs, eyes blinking slowly. He must’ve been really tired for him to forget dinner. Eddie was never one to skip meals, always saying they were his favorite part of his day. You watch him sleep, he looks so peaceful with his eyes closed, his lips slightly parted. It isn’t until you hear the phone ring that you move your hand from his curls.

“Hello?” You whisper trying not to wake him up. “Oh hey! I was expecting Eddie,” Steve says on the line. “He got home and fell asleep immediately, I was just about to make dinner. What’s up?” You ask.

“You sound so domestic, like a housewife,” Steve chuckles.

“Yeah, yeah. Hardy har har.” You roll your eyes leaning against the wall.

“H-has he given you the present yet?” He asks out of nowhere.

“No, he just said he had something for me then fell asleep two seconds later. I don’t know what he did today but he skipped lunch. You know how unusual that is for him,” you say slightly concerned.

“It’s just… he loves you a lot you know?” Steve says, his voice sounding a little weird.

“Yeah and I love him too,” You reply quickly, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Just… keep that in mind, I’ll see you tomorrow,” He says.

“What wh-” He hangs up. What the fuck was that about? Of course you’d see Steve and the gang tomorrow, it was your weekly get together with the adults of the group but this felt weird. It almost felt like something monumental was supposed to happen today.

You try to shake away the feeling, looking through the fridge to see what they have. Cheese and tortillas, the ones you brought from home because you ‘accidentally’ bought two packs. You make quesadillas like you’ve made all your childhood, they were quick to make and easy for Eddie to eat while he’s half asleep. He had this miraculous way of waking up, eating, and forgetting that he even ate when he woke up.

“Eds… Teddie,” you whisper, gently shaking his shoulder until he groans. He gained the nickname after a long night of calling each other annoying nicknames, you saw your childhood teddy bear and instantly thought of Eddie. Just like it, he brought you comfort and he was also the person to give it to you. Claimed he won it in a claw machine for twenty five cents but you knew he had saved his money for weeks to buy it for you. You'd seen it at the store when your mom dragged you shopping for your sister's new clothes.

“I know, I know, baby. Just eat and you can go back to sleep okay,” You whisper, sitting on the ledge of the bed next to him. He slowly blinks, turning toward you as he scratches his neck languidly.

“Come on, eat,” You show him the plate but he still blinks at you not understanding. So you feed him like a sick child, watching as he takes little bites and tilting his head forward when he needs a drink. “Go back to sleep,” You whisper, kissing him on the forehead as his eyes close again.

Steve was right, it all felt entirely domestic. You’d never treat him, Robin, or any of your other friends like this but Eddie, he was special. Your heart clenches at the idea, always longing for Eddie in a way you know is not possible. Always afraid you’d ruin your seventeen years of friendship, afraid you’d lose the one person who made you feel comfortable. You’d always cuddled with him, he was overly touchy with you to the point that everyone thought you were together. You were always off limits to the other guys in Hawkins, only ever catching the eye of passersby. You fall asleep, thinking about all the should haves and could haves.

The sun filters through the small crack in the curtains hitting you straight in the face. You look around the room, remembering you fell asleep next to Eddie. His arm is around your waist, head buried in your neck, hair tickling your nose. You try to stretch as much as you can while being basically pinned down by Eddie.

“Ten more minutes,” he mumbles, pulling you closer.

“You slept for sixteen hours already,” you snort.

“Not enough,” He nuzzles into your neck.

“You gotta stop that or I’m gonna piss myself,” You say, trying to pry his arm off of you.

“Do it, you wouldn’t dare,” He challenges.

“No I wouldn’t but seriously, I gotta go!” you say more urgently.

“Fine, but you jump right back in bed the minute you finish,” He bargains.

“It’s almost one o’clock, I am not staying in bed,” You protest, still pulling at his arm.

“Either way you still owe me a present,” You say.

“Oh shit, I forgot,” He says, finally letting you go. You run to the bathroom to take care of yourself, peeing and brushing your teeth. You’d had a toothbrush right next to Eddie’s since your first sleepover, he always took charge of changing it out every couple of months.

“So what’s the plan for today?” You ask, rummaging through his closet.

“Eat, present, meet Robin and Nance and 'em,” He says, standing up from the bed to join you. He picks up a pair of black jeans, his favorite because “they fit him the best and they make his ass look good,” according to Eddie. It was warm out, you could already tell by the heat in the trailer so he picks out a cutoff tee that shows off the sides of his ribs if he moves a certain way. He didn’t know this was your favorite shirt of his. He always looked so fucking hot with it on, his tattoos peaking through the side, his midriff exposed at the corner of your eye. Well if he was going to play that game you needed a better outfit, no band tee for you.

You search through your overnight bag for the black lacy cami top that usually leaves him speechless and a pair of shorts. He looks at the outfit in your hand and gulps.

“Great, I’m starving,” You wink at him as you walk by. What the fuck were you doing? What has gotten into you? He might’ve just been thirsty or something. There was no guarantee he even noticed what you grabbed or even cared. When you come out dressed you hear Wayne’s voice to the right of you talking to Eddie about his job.

“Good…afternoon!” You greet them.

“Finally decided to wake up I see,” Wayne says, eyebrow raised. He wasn’t judging you, he liked to tease but he knew how hard Eddie and you worked. He always treated you like a dad, more than your own father. He was protective and caring in his own way.

“Blame Teddie,” You nudge Eds in the ribs.

“You know I need my beauty rest,” He says, flicking his hair.

“Maybe you need to sleep longer,” Wayne’s eyes light up, teasing Eddie.

“Some sleep would do you good,” Eddie says, tone more serious. Wayne had been picking up more shifts lately, you had hardly seen him the last three weeks.

“I’m already as pretty as I’ll get,” Wayne grumbles, not liking Eddie’s concern.

“Weren’t y’all ‘bout to get food, c’mon get,” Wayne pushes you both out, slamming the door behind you two.

“He really is overworking himself,” You sigh as you climb into Eddie’s van.

“I know, that’s why I’ve been taking longer hours at the shop. Just want to take some burden off the old man,” He says, eyes focused on the road. You both sit in silence on the drive to Benny’s, thinking about how stuck you felt.

You wanted to help Wayne in any way you could but you still weren’t making enough money. You rented out a room from your parents because according to them the second you turn eighteen they weren’t supposed to help you anymore. Even if you wanted to leave you couldn’t afford the lease. You remember all those nights with Eddie, dreaming of the day you finally became adults so you could become independent.

“We’re here,” Eddie says, snapping his finger in front of your face.

“Fuck, you scared the shit out of me,” You jump, hand clutching your chest.

“What’s got you so spaced out?” Eddie asks, during the short walk into the diner and into your “designated” booth.

“Nothin’” you say, playing with the salt and pepper shakers.

“C’mon tell me what’s on your mind,” He pushes.

“I just wish I could do something to help Wayne out,” You sigh, not looking up at him.

“Me too,” He says, taking the pepper from your hand and playing with it. You didn’t expect the heavy atmosphere but thankfully it's broken when Doris comes over with your drinks. You always ordered the same thing, every week.

“Here’s your cola’s, just put in your order,” She smiles.

“Thank you!” you beam at the sugary beverage.

“There’s something magical in these sodas I swear,” You moan, as you gulp it down.

Eddie’s looking at you through his eyelashes, tongue swiping at his bottom lip.

“Yeah tastes pretty good,” He observes, voice deeper than normal and pupil’s slightly blown out. You make conversation over your pancake breakfasts, talking about shitty customers and bonding over telling them to fuck off. The tension from earlier is gone as Eddie promises he can scarf down his food in less than ten minutes.

“I never said you couldn’t do it, I just said it wasn’t worth the upset stomach I know you’re gonna have,” You say, walking toward his van.

“Well it was worth it,” He gives you a toothy smile.

“Now for the big event,” He says, as you both get in the van.

“Big event?” You question.

“Got you a surprise, something I promised you a long time ago,” He says, staring into your eyes. There’s something there you don’t recognize, his gaze looking different. You wrack your brain trying to decipher his riddle. What did he promise you? He had made so many promises over the years, pinkies intertwining each other as Gareth made fun of your childish ways.

“Okay…” You look at him suspiciously.

“But, I’m gonna need to blindfold you,” He says, eyes full of mischief.

“Ooh kinky,” you wag your eyebrows at him. His eyes slightly widen before he snaps out of it and grabs a scrap of fabric from his door.

“Turn around for me sweetheart,” He mumbles. You can’t help but slightly shake as he places the opaque fabric over your eyes, his hand brushing the back of your head as he knots it in place. The entire act felt all too intimate, your heavy breaths in the silent van weren’t helping either.

“Can you see anything?” He asks, presumably waving a hand in your face as you turn to sit straight.

“Nothing, scouts honor,” You say, raising two fingers.

“You weren’t even in the scouts,” He laughs, turning the key in the ignition. You don’t know what direction you’re heading in.

“Oh my god are you gonna murder me? Been playing the long con? Get me comfortable so I go without protest,” You tease.

“Oh yeah, gonna chop you up in the forest in the name of satan,” He says dramatically.

“Sounds ‘bout right,” You laugh, as he pulls to a stop.

“We’re here, just give me a second” He says, opening the door and rounding the car to open yours less than a second later.

“Wrap your arms around my neck princess,” He says, carrying you out of the van and placing you on your feet.

“Woah,” You grab onto his arm as the dizziness sets in.

“You alright?” He asks, concerned laced in his voice.

“Yeah just give me a second. M’dizzy” You say, gripping harder onto his bicep.

“Take your time,” He says.

“I’m ready,” You say after a minute. “Okay, just follow my voice. It’s a trust exercise,” you can hear the smile in his voice as he leads you. “There’s like three steps, just take ‘em slow. Here’s the first one,” He says, stopping so you can get your footing. He leads you up the last two, “Before you take your blindfold off… just, I don’t know. J-just I don’t even know how to explain it,” He says, voice full of nervousness.

“Eds, I feel like I've been blindfolded for an hour. If this is another prank I will fucking kill you,” You threaten.

“Not a joke, promise,” He says, “Ready?”

“Been ready,” You answer. He takes your hand putting something cold in it and leaning over your shoulder to see the knot. You blink at the sudden light, trying to grab your bearings.

“W-what?” You asked confused. He’d placed a key in your hand, you were standing in front of a house.

“We always promised we’d move out together, it was time for me to bank it in,” He smiles.

“Wait, what?” You still couldn’t believe it. It had to be some sort of joke, he probably found this key on the floor.

“C’mon open the door,” He nods his head in the direction of the lock.

“You’re serious?” You ask, eyes wide in shock.

“As a heart attack. C’mon! I’ve been waiting for months to show you it,” He says, pressing you to open the lock. Your hands shake as you approach the door, the key surprisingly sliding in and turning. Oh no he wasn’t lying, this wasn’t an epic prank. You open the door to an empty living room, his hand guiding you inside.

“I haven’t picked out the furniture yet, thought you’d want to do it together,” He stammers, as you silently scan over the room. It was nice, the entrance opened to the living room, to the left was an open floor plan kitchen, and to the right a bedroom.

“T-together?” You stutter. You were speechless.

“I know how much you hate living at your folks home and you know we made that promise that we’d move out together when we had the money,” He says scratching the back of his neck. He was nervous at your lack of response, did you hate the house? Maybe he should have consulted you first.

“So you and me, living together?” You question, taking in every single detail.

“Yes, just you and me. Maybe Wayne but I doubt he’ll leave the trailer. He’ll finally have a bedroom again though,” He trails off.

“Holy shit, this is for real?” You ask again, walking around the living room toward the kitchen.

“Oh my god how many times do I have to say yes. Did I tie that blindfold too tight? Not enough oxygen in your brain” he chuckles at his joke. You jump into his arms, legs straddling his waist. You hold onto him like a monkey as he grabs your thighs.

“This is the best present ever! Holy shit, Eddie,” You say hugging him close.

“Least I can do for your long years of serving me loyally,” He laughs, walking deeper into the house. You slide down his body as he pulls you through, giving you the grand tour. The house had three bedrooms total, apparently he got an insane deal on the property. Someone from the shop got a huge opportunity in Indianapolis and was trying to get rid of it. They passed down the title to Eddie instead of going through a broker.

“Now this, I think may be your favorite part,” He says, pulling you toward the back door. Your hands entwined, which was not unusual for you both. He opens the door to a beautiful garden, the previous owners must’ve loved this place. It was full of flowers and fruit trees.

“There’s a perfect shady spot to read your books, we could put a table out there and have breakfast together,” He says.

“Holy shit Eddie, it’s perfect,” You say, pulling him in for another hug. He’s bent at an awkward angle to meet your height. Without thinking you peck him on the lips before letting him go and walking down the steps to the garden. You look back at him still frozen in that weird position.

“What’s wrong?” You ask oblivious to what you had just done.

“D-did you just kiss me?” He asks, running down the stairs to meet you halfway down the yard.

“T-that was-” You stutter, realizing what happened. He towers over you, hand tilting your face upward as he kisses you again.

“This okay?” he mumbles into your lips. You move your hands to his shoulders, nails digging into the skin. “Mhm,” You agree, trying to pull him closer. His tongue swipes against your bottom lip with a groan, his kisses becoming more desperate. You open your mouth inviting him in, his tongue mapping out your mouth as you moan. “F-fuck,” You breathe out as he pulls away, kissing down your neck. You’d never been touched like this by Eddie, his hands running all over you anguished for a piece of skin to grab onto. He leans his forehead against yours, as you both catch your breath, his hands under your shirt on your hips.

“W-what was that,” You stammer.

“Been wanting to do that since middle school,” His breath ghosts over your face as he leans back to look at you, skin flushed and chest rising rapidly.

“Since fourth grade,” You laugh, throwing your arms around his neck to pull him down to your level.

“That long?” He says incredulously.

“You were my first crush,” You admit, face flushing at the confession.

“You were mine!” He says, voice raising in astonishment.

“So we could’ve been doing that for fuckin’ years?” He says more to himself than you.

“Guess so,” You shrug your shoulders.

“No wonder everyone thought we were dating. You made the goo goo eyes at me I made the goo goo eyes at you,” He laughs.

“That was your fault! You always had an arm around my shoulder or were holding my hand. Anyone would’ve thought we were together!” You reply.

“As if you didn’t love it. Don’t think I didn’t see the way you look at me when I wear this shirt,” He teases.

“So you admit you did it on purpose?” You ask, smacking his chest.

“Course gotta make you all nervous,” He pecks you on the lips.

“Well don’t think I don’t notice all the times you stare at my boobs especially when I wear this,” You motion to your outfit.

“I fucking knew it! You’re a temptress y’know that?” He growls, pulling you in for another kiss.

“Anyway, I was always touching you because I didn’t want anyone hanging around my girl,” He mumbles at his admission, neck and cheeks flushed.

“Your girl?” You question, eyebrow raised.

“Always have been, always will be,” He reveals.

“You don’t know how many girls I had to fight off,” You chuckle.

“No way! I had to fight off half the town. You don’t even know how many fist fights I got into because of you,” he says.

“Girls are a lot more vicious. You know there was always a rumor going around about you,” You divulge.

“Oh yeah?” He motions for you to go on. “Always heard you had a big dick,” You reveal before hiding in his chest. You feel his chest vibrate as he laughs, “Wouldn’t you like to know?” He teases.

“Yes I would,” You say, gaining confidence. You look up at him, the way his chocolate brown eyes are swallowed by his pupils. He pulls you in for another kiss, this one faster and more aggressive, it almost felt primal.

“Finally!” Robin cheers from the door, Eddie groans at the sound. He forgot he called them while you were changing. Steve, Robin, and Nancy scramble down the stairs giving you both congratulations. Gareth, Jeff, and, Grant arriving a few minutes later. Eddie’s annoyance dies down when he sees your face loving the way you laugh around your friends. You spend the rest of the afternoon drinking and eating take out with them. Nancy had brought a board game, this felt like home. Having them all here, Eddie's arm wrapped around you as he kisses your temple. You were finally home.

Eddie was finally yours and you were finally his. All your internal struggles and insecurities paid off. You had won the big prize at the fair! You spend the night on a blow up mattress with Eddie, eventually popping it because he has no control. After years of waiting you both felt more than desperate, clawing at each other's clothes.

“Shit- shit shit! M’close,” You moan.

“Fuck me too!” his eyes roll to the back of his head, thrusting in and out at a brutal pace.

“Say you’re mine, wanna hear it,” He begs.

“M’yours, always yours,” You claw at his back. “Yes yes yes yes,” He rambles until you’re both seeing stars. He pulls out of you, pulling you to his sweaty chest.

“This has to be a dream,” He exhales, staring at the ceiling. You kiss his chest in response. It was all too real. Your dreams had become reality. You finally had Eddie in your arms. You were his and he was yours just like you both promised when you were children.

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thefreakandthehair · 11 months

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a little fluff for @starrystevie's birthday! hope it's the absolute best day! ✨

Eddie misses Steve.

It's equal parts cute, and maybe a little pitiful because it's only three days in Chicago for his friend's Bachelor Party, but it's already been two days and he misses Steve. Bandit digs his claws into Eddie's thigh as he makes biscuits and begs for pets, curling up comfortably next to Eddie's lap and leaving Steve's side of the couch overwhelmingly cold and empty.

"I know, kid. I know," Eddie coos, scratching their cat behind the left ear as he purrs.

He's glad that Steve had been able to get the time off from work to go, and he's glad that Steve's made friends on his recreational basketball league, and he's not jealous. At all. Not even a little bit.

... Okay, maybe he is a little bit jealous that Brandon gets to see him sweaty and gross in the June heat, running around doing whatever jock-activity they've planned in the backyard of their rented house all weekend, but who can blame him? Steve never gives him a reason to feel insecure so he knows this isn't about Steve. It's not rooted in anything even remotely related to him or their relationship— it's all about Eddie and the nasty voice in the back of his head that pulls out a bullhorn and screams not good enough on a loop.

Condensation from the beer in his free hand drips down his wrist as he rests his elbow on the arm of the couch. It's not the first time he's felt this way, and Steve himself has admitted to feeling the same way from time to time, so he knows that it'll pass. He just needs to focus on something else: DND campaign planning, sketching, writing, cracking out the ol' guitar. He could rewatch Howard the Duck for the hundredth time, or maybe even Labyrinth—

Buzz, buzz, buzz.

Eddie's phone buzzes on the coffee table and he fully expects it to be Gareth or Jeff, or maybe Robin. They have plans later that night, both of them missing Steve and all. What he doesn't expect is a series of text messages and 19 photos from Steve.

How funny. It's been five years since they'd become EddieandSteve but seeing Steve's name and smiling photo on his phone sets his little hummingbird heart aflutter even still.

steve 👑: it's so goddamn hot here steve 👑: we're playing cornhole now and just threw a football around steve 👑: sweating all the beer and vodka out as a I go, that's healthy, right? don't worry, I'm drinking a shit ton of water.

Steve includes a selfie of himself, smiling closed-lipped with a baseball cap on backwards and the neck of his tee-shirt drenched in sweat. Eddie wants to lick him dry and that's a thought he'll never tell a living soul, probably not even Steve. No, no definitely not Steve. He'll never live that one down.

steve 👑: oh, and fishing was good! we made some bets on who could catch the most and then who could catch the biggest. I tied for first place for the biggest and I caught 17. brandon got 20 so he won that bet. I'm only letting it go because it's his bachelor party lmao

Eddie swipes to the next photo, one of Steve and Brandon holding their two biggest catches. Steve's sunglasses are sliding down his nose, no doubt from the sun warming his glistening skin, and he's smiling wide against the railing of a boat. As much as he misses him, Eddie can't help but mirror his smile. Call him lovesick or 'down bad', as Robin says, but seeing Steve happy makes him happy.

He continues swiping and reading the little blurb attached to each photo, some of which don't even include Steve but Eddie appreciates them all the same. They don't include Steve, but it feels a lot like Steve trying include Eddie in the weekend. The last picture is one of the entire group, all dozen or so guys lined up on the ship. Brandon stands in the center surrounded by the rest of the group with Steve shuffled in no meaningful spot but to Eddie, Steve is the center of every photo, every moment, everything.

Eddie starts to type a response when his phone dings again. This time, Steve sends a voice message and Eddie presses play so quickly, he nearly knocks poor Bandit off his lap.

Hey, takin' a break from cornhole. I won, by the way, had to make up for losing to Brandon in the fishing bet.

Steve laughs and Eddie's stomach flips. Robin's right. He's down very, very bad for this man.

But I just uh, I miss you, and I know maybe that's sorta lame but I do. The party's great and all, but I can't wait to get back home tomorrow. Tell the kid I said hi. I love you, Ed.

He replays it a few times and shamelessly taps Keep so it doesn't disappear before sending his own voice message.

It's no more lame than me sitting here with Bandit sharing how much we miss you, so you get a pass. I mean, you get a pass on everything all the time, but don't let that go to your pretty head, okay? I'm so fucking glad you're having fun and sowing your jocky oats, but selfishly, I can't wait for you to get home. I'll make it worth your while.

He huffs air through his nose and laughs low in his throat.

Oh, and Robin's coming by in a little bit so I'm gonna grab a bottle of wine. Don't be surprised if you get a FaceTime call later. I love you too, Stevie. So goddamn much.

Eddie sure does miss Steve, but it stings a little less knowing that Steve misses him, too.

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wintfleur · 6 months

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ꔫ jealous woman?!

°. — pairings ( Oscar piastri x drunk female! reader )

°. — summary ( calling your drunk girlfriend jealous = tears )

°. — details ( g; fluff, humor? w; drunk reader. wc; 561 )

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( I have no idea what this is tbh, I wrote it in like 30 minutes after I watched a tiktok. I hope you guys enjoyed this! I actually had fun writing it I also wanted to say how proud I am of Oscar in his rookie year! He did so good! )

“You were talking to her! And you were smiling!” you shouted, your words coming out a little slurred from all the alcohol you had throughout the night. You had your arms crossed and you did your best to glare at your boyfriend who was standing across from you in the living room of your shared apartment. But it was more adorable than angry.

“I was being polite! She was asking for suggestions on taxis to get her and her girlfriend home” Oscar voiced loudly, emphasizing the girlfriend part. He had tried to stay calm but after a whole Uber ride home of the silent treatment it was finally getting to him, he had to remind himself that his adorable girlfriend was very much drunk.

The two of you had been out at the club with a few friends, and you were dancing when you noticed your boyfriend talking to another girl, you didn’t like how close she stood to him or the way he was smiling. Now the two of you stood in your living room, you dressed in some Pj pants and one of his shirts and Oscar was still wearing the clothes he wore out, he was too focused on defusing the situation to change.

“She stood too close to you, and you didn’t even care” you said much quieter, your throat hurting from shouting and all the screaming along to the lyrics you did at the club. Your drunk mind started to play tricks on you, and you started to tear up the more you thought about the situation.

“You’re the most jealous woman I know!” Oscar shouted as he threw his hands up before resting them on hips, he wasn’t upset with you he was just tired and in shock at what was going on. How did he get himself in this situation? Oscar clearly didn’t notice your watery eyes because if he did, he would have never raised his voice or said those words.

“You know other women?” Your voice came out small and pitiful, tears slowly rolled down your face and your arms fell at your sides. Oscar’s shoulders sunk and he sighed, his poor girl was too drunk to fully understand what was happening. He stepped towards you and was quick to pull you into his arms for a hug “Awe baby.”

“Pretty, you are the only woman for me” he speaks sweetly, holding you close to his chest. Knowing that the only way to calm you down was having you close and safe in his arms. His reassuring words let you melt into his arms, tightly holding onto his waist while he hugs your shoulders.

“Promise?” You sniffled, your voice coming out muffled, but Oscar heard you clearly. Your eyes closed, you felt so tired all of a sudden and the warmth from Oscar was not helping you stay awake.

“I promise pretty” he promises as he rubs your back softly with a smile on his lips. You tilt your head up to look at him, your chin resting on his chest. Oscar smiles and softly pecks your nose before pecking your lips, his thumbs softly wiping away any tears that were still on your pretty face. He spoke quietly, seeing the tiredness in your eyes.

“Now let’s go to the bathroom, you forgot to take your makeup off on your left side.”

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ryunnggg · 8 months

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Step by Step - ITZY Yuna

Y/n picked up his stepdaughter from school at the usual hour, struggling to act as if everything were the same as always even if he had spent the whole day in his office thinking about what had happened that morning between them.

He sighed, adjusting his tenting pants as he was thinking of Yuna with just a shirt and pants in bed with him and her mother.

He had thought she was afraid of thunders the previous night and so he had let her get into their bed, but that morning he woke up to the teenager groping and licking his dick and suddenly he found himself teaching the girl how to take care of his erection.

He had tried to stop thinking about it, but the more he tried the more he kept daydreaming of what he could do with the young woman, who was clearly attracted to him.

He and her mother had been together for months, at that point, but the bed had been kind of cold since the woman had started taking sleeping pills that left her to sleep like dead and him to jerk off in the silence.

Yuna had unbalanced all that and now he couldn't stop thinking about the girl's lips around his dick and what they could do while her mother was asleep.

He smiled a touch predatorily as Yuna entered the car, school uniform and fresh smell, terribly tempting.

"Hi, daddy." The girl smiled, gaze drifting down to his crotch with a certain hunger in her eyes.

"Hi, baby." The man took a deep breath, starting the engine to drive home.

He wasn't really sure of what to expect from her since that morning but he wouldn't have expected even in his brightest dreams the little hand that travelled towards him and started to gently cup his hard on through the fabric.

"Baby girl..." Y/n tried to warn her even if sighing in pleasure. "Daddy will end up taking you someplace to do things to you if you keep that up..."

Yuna licked her lips and as an answer tightened the grip on his hard on. "Will you let me suck you off again, daddy?" she murmured excitedly.

"That and so much more..." he promised, deciding to change their route to go just outside town and have a bit of intimacy in some country lane.

Yuna made a little sound and Y/n was able to notice her pressing her thighs together.

"Have you thought about this morning, baby?" he asked, curious.

"Yes, all day..." she admitted with a soft sigh.

Y/n nodded in silence before throwing her a glance. "Have you ever kissed another man?"

She shook her head, watching him. "Not before you this morning."

"That's good."

"Is it?"

"Yes." He nodded again, finding out suddenly that he was very possessive of his stepdaughter. "Daddy wants to be the only one to kiss you."

"You will be." She hurried to promise.

"Will you let daddy take care of that sweet pussy of yours later?" he asked with his hard on pressing against the zip at the mere thought of him taking the girl's virginity.

"Yes." She sighed heavily. "Everything, daddy..."

"Good girl..." he whispered, parking the car behind a line of trees before cutting the engine and taking off the belt.

Yuna didn't wait for him to tell her anything and hurried to pull down his zipper and free his erection from his pants and boxers with a pitiful moan.

"Have you been waiting long to do this to daddy?" he asked softly, carding his fingers in her soft long hair.

Yuna nodded with a sigh and suddenly she went down to lick at the head already leaking precum, moaning as if it were the best thing she had ever tasted.

Y/n groaned and let his head drop against the headrest, petting her head. "Good girl... take care of daddy." He incited her, slightly parting his legs as the teenager started taking him in her mouth and sucking him off.

He couldn't think of anything else than how good she was at that, how he was going to enjoy her little mouth on his dick for the years to come. Slowly he started to put pressure on her head, driving her down on his dick, and Yuna went willingly, moaning softly around his cock as if that was paradise to her and she couldn't ask for anything better than her father feeding her his cock.

"Daddy will come to your room tonight..." he promised, gripping her hair and starting to move her head, dictating the pace.

Yuna abandoned every attempt to try to take her time and found out she enjoyed terribly letting him use her like that. She pressed her thighs in an attempt to stimulate herself since her daddy wasn't touching her, and moaned in an attempt to ask him to keep talking.

"Would you like that, love? Would you like daddy to come in your room and take your virginity once your mom is sleeping?" He let go of her head and Yuna took the chance to let his dick slip from her swollen lips with an obscene wet pop.

"Yes, daddy, please..." She croaked, voice hoarse, and moved one hand to jerk him off while she was busy talking between little licks at his head. "I want you so much..."

"Then daddy will come,” he promised short of breath before guiding her back down on his dick. "Daddy wants you to keep the uniform. I've dreamed all day of me taking your sweet pussy while you're still wearing those preppy clothes. I want to pull up that skirt and just eat your pussy while you tremble and scream in pleasure."

He moaned, pushing his dick up in her mouth. "Daddy will have you many times tonight," he promised, keeping her down as he emptied his balls with a huge groan.

Yuna moaned around his erection and swallowed it all down, close herself to her orgasm after hearing his words. It was everything she wanted and couldn't believe her stepdad was finally giving her all of that. She waited until he let her go to let the softening cock slip out her mouth.

"Please daddy, I'll be a good girl." She nodded, moving her long hair behind her shoulders. "I want you so much."

"Than you'll have me,” he promised in a whisper, caressing her chin and guiding her so he could kiss her soft lips and taste his own cum on her tongue.

***

Yuna went directly to her room as they entered home, trying to hide to her mom the way her lips were red and swollen. She was afraid her mother would notice that she was so excited she couldn't even sit still.

In her room she waited for hours for the man to go to her, pacing and trying to make herself prettier in front of the mirror. She changed her bra hoping Y/n would like it and then put back the white shirt. She was just done with it when Y/n came through her door, wearing soft clothes that he used to bed.

She almost couldn't breathe from excitement and nearly threw herself in his arms.

Y/n smiled on her lips before kissing her and holding her tightly in his arms, letting his hands roam the young sexy body of his stepdaughter. "Were you waiting for me?"

"Yes, daddy." She nodded with a little sigh, trying to press her breasts to his chest in an attempt to get him more excited.

The man groaned softly and took her by her hands to lead her towards the bed. There he sat at the foot of the bed, watching her from below.

"Daddy was waiting to come here too. I had to wait for your mom to take her pills." He sighed, letting her hands go to caress her sides. "But now I can't wait anymore. Do you still want daddy to take your pretty pussy?" Y/n asked just to be sure.

Yuna nodded in a hurry, licking her lips. "Yes. So much." She slowly shook her head, truly eager to get down to it with him.

Y/n smiled softly and nodded, moving his hands over the buttons of her shirt. "Let daddy see you, baby girl."

Yuna swallowed, a touch nervous, but let him do whatever he wanted, relying on him to know what to do since she had no experience whatsoever.

Y/n licked his lips hungrily looking at her soft breast. Slowly he started to fondle her tits, eliciting a moan from his daughter. "Such soft tits."

"Do you like them?" Yuna asked in a breath.

"Very much." Y/n nodded, squeezing them and pressing his thumbs against her nipples through the fabric.

He waited for her nipples to stand before moving his hands behind her back to unhook the bra and be able to pull down the fabric to let her tits free. He didn't take it off, not wanting to take her shirt off too, and instead leaned in to put his mouth on her soft skin and start to suck her breast while fondling the other one with one hand.

Yuna moaned, closing her eyes for a moment, and put her hands on his shoulders looking for a balance as he was able to make her swoon in place.

"Daddy," she called him softly as Y/n started to suck on her nipple, eliciting another moan from her lips. "Daddy, please..." she moaned, feeling her pussy get even wetter under that treatment.

But Y/n let her nipple go with a long lick just to move on the other one.

The girl moaned and arched her back trying to get something more. Y/n opened his legs and pulled her close as he kept fondling her breasts, covering them with kisses and little bites.

"Daddy loves them,” he murmured excited, letting her breast go just to let his hands roam below, covering her ass and squeezing at her asscheeks.

He couldn't wait for the moment when he would have been able to not only fuck her pussy but also her ass, making sure he would have all her holes for himself. "You're such a pretty baby," he murmured, moving his hands under her skirt to feel directly her hot skin under his palms.

He slowly took the fabric of her panties and pulled it down, making Yuna hold her breath as he got rid of her underwear.

"Oh, you got really wet as you were waiting for daddy,” Y/n commented with a grin, guiding her to raise one leg and then the other one to take off the garment and throw it aside, enjoying the view of her pussy up and close and smelling of her desire.

Without letting her move away he leaned in and pressed his mouth against her crotch to lick at her clit.

Yuna yelped, not having expected that, and soon Y/n had to make her lie down on the bed since her legs were trembling so much she was probably a few seconds away from falling on the floor or in his arms.

Y/n let her catch her breath and smirked, looking down at her while starting to remove his own clothes. He had every intention to spend the night in her room completely naked, ravishing the girl and completely ruining her uniform.

Yuna licked her lips staring at him, still short of breath after those few seconds with his mouth on her. If that had felt so intense, she had no idea how she was going to get through the night with the muscular man plowing his dick in her and having sex for hours on end like he had promised.

She made a little sound at seeing his hard on jutting out, ready to take her, and instinctively she spread her legs for him, pulling up her little skirt to show off her pussy to the man.

"Please, daddy,” she whispered.

Y/n moaned at that sight and wrapped one hand around his dick, pulling at it a couple times before crawling on the bed and right between her legs.

"My beautiful baby, so ready for her daddy,” he whispered, licking his lips before diving right back to her pussy to lick and suck at her swollen clit.

Yuna screamed in pleasure and moved her hands on his shoulders, holding to them tightly as Y/n made everything in his abilities to drive her crazy.

He started moving one finger in her while licking and sucking, waiting to be sure it wouldn't hurt her before adding another finger, moaning at feeling her terribly hot and wet, perfectly relaxed for him and ready to take her first dick.

Y/n moved away, kneeling on the bedcovers and just watching the panting and disheveled girl in front of him.

"Daddy is gonna give you everything,” he murmured, starting to slide the head of his dick against her wet vagina.

Yuna opened her eyes with a sigh and for a moment she tensed up. "Daddy- shouldn't you wear a condom?" she asked hesitantly, but Y/n shook his head.

He had decided many hours before that he wasn't going to wear any with her, that he was in fact going to fill her up with his cum night after night till she would get pregnant with his child.

At that point he would have find some story to tell her mother about making sure Yuna wouldn't raise her child alone and dump her mother to marry the girl as a good stepfather making sure his daughter wouldn't get her life ruined by the first dick she had had "probably at some party".

He was unashamed about deceiving his young stepdaughter and tricking her into having unprotected sex so that he could get her pregnant with his baby. He had every intention of making sure he would be the father of her first born. And if that included telling her that he couldn’t do anything about cumming inside her and making sure in time she would find that hot too… even better.

"You don't have to worry about it, love, daddy is gonna take it out in time,” he assured the girl, bending down to kiss her sweetly on her lips.

Yuna smiled at him, trusting and still so innocent. "I like when you call me love."

"It's what you are to me." He smiled, kissing her again before starting to trust his dick deep into her with a groan.

Yuna was left without breath for a moment at the feeling of her stepfather's dick pushing deep into her.

She had never felt so full before, and suddenly she couldn't repress a loud moan. She closed her eyes and gripped tightly at the pillow under her head as Y/n rained kisses on her face and neck.

Soon he started to move inside her, first with a slow pace and then grunting and moaning the man went faster, fucking her harder.

If Somin hadn't been under the effect of her sleeping pills surely she would have gone to check on the ruckus they were making, screaming and moaning in pleasure, asking for more and promising the moon to each other, the headboard soon slamming against the wall on time with every thrust of the man.

Yuna was moaning in pleasure, trying to move towards her father, but the man was holding on to her thighs and kept them well spread to be able to slam into the girl harder and deeper.

He was soon covered in sweat, but had no intention to stop, excited as he had never been before. He rose to his knees and gripped tightly her sides to pull her hard on his dick with a loud moan, taking her pussy almost violently and pushing himself balls deep in her.

Yuna screamed, her muscles tensing around him, and suddenly she felt a wave of pleasure hit her with the first orgasm of the night.

Y/n moaned and kept moving, taking pleasure by the way her pussy was tensing and spasming around his cock.

"Just like that, baby girl, let daddy give you everything." He moaned moving one hand over her vagina to gently rub at her clit with his thumb, grinning at the obscene sound she made.

Yuna was breathless at that point, her thighs trembling, and she thought that she couldn't take any more.

"It's- it's too much, daddy..." She moaned, trying to arch and move away from his hand, overstimulated.

He was relentless though and soon he started rocking his hips again, fucking her wet pussy.

"No, it's not, love, let daddy show you... you're so hot... so perfect to daddy." He moaned, making her blush. "You want to make daddy cum, right, love? Do you you want daddy to have pleasure in you? I bet you can give me so much more pleasure than your mommy..."

"Can I?" she whispered, cheeks flushed.

"Oh, yes, baby girl, your pussy tastes so much better and it's so much hotter around daddy's dick, you're almost driving me crazy..."

Yuna moaned, relaxing when he stopped torturing her clit. "Please, daddy, I want you to prefer me..."

"Oh, I do, baby..." He moaned, swallowing at feeling the orgasm coming.

Suddenly he dropped forward on the bed, covering her body with his, and went back at kissing her mouth, plunging his tongue deep inside as he rocked his hips and pushed his dick deep in her body.

"Daddy is almost there, love,” he whispered over her lips.

Yuna squealed, taking a hold on his shoulders. "You have to take it out daddy, you're not using a condom," she tried to remind him, but then that made the trick and Y/n pushed with a hard thrust deep inside her, only wanting to fill her up and get her pregnant.

He howled in pleasure, filling her up with wave after wave of sperm.

Yuna held her breath, looking at him with wide eyes as she felt his pleasure inside her pussy. "Daddy-"

Y/n almost collapsed on top of her, short of breath.

Yuna instinctively hug his shoulders and Y/n nuzzled lazily at her neck

"I'm sorry, baby, daddy couldn't hold back anymore,” he apologized, not at all sorry to say the least, but covering it by keeping his face against her neck.

Yuna licked her lips and bite down on her bottom lip, worried.

"What if I get pregnant?" she whispered worriedly.

At that Y/n lifted his head to look in her eyes and kissed her on the lips with fondness.

"Than daddy will do what's right and take care of you and the baby. But you have nothing to worry, I'm pretty sure just a bit of cum for one night won't change anything?"

"You sure?" she asked, feeling the heat rise on her face at his words, at that strange image of them being a family, of Y/n marrying her instead of her mommy.

It wasn't unpleasant to say the least, not after all the months she had spent dreaming of being his woman.

"Pretty sure, don't worry." He kissed her brow. "Just once won't get you pregnant," he lied with a smile on his face.

Yuna relaxed and nodded, and Y/n felt a pang of guilt for the briefest moment but he put it aside as he went back to kiss her to make sure she was well satisfied.

"Daddy has no intention of leaving you alone for tonight, love," he murmured on her lips, moving one hand over one of her breasts. "Just wait for daddy to be hard again." He smirked, slowly torturing her nipple with his thumb.

Yuna moaned under his attentions and slowly she felt his dick grow hard again. She moaned softly and soon Y/n started moving again inside her.

"Daddy..."

Y/n licked his lips and went back at kneeling over her, pushing in her hard but without the previous impatience. Now he simply enjoyed the sight of his baby girl spread out in front of him, her pussy pink and abused stretched around his dick, her school uniform in disarray and her tits jiggling at his every thrust.

"You're such a sight for sore eyes, baby..." He moaned, moving one hand over her stomach to pet her, mentally dreaming of a time when she was going to be carrying his child, belly bulging with pregnancy.

He licked his lips at the thought and sighed, moving one hand up to pet and gently squeeze her breasts. "Such a beautiful sight... you're mine now, you know that?" he murmured possessive.

Yuna hurried to nod thinking only at the man fucking her and how much she did love feeling him move inside her.

"Only yours, daddy..."

Y/n kept on moving till he was just one breath away from coming and then he pulled the girl hard on his dick, impaling her right as he started cumming. He groaned loudly, lost in pleasure, and despite her squirming Yuna had no way of moving away, her legs trembling for the intensity of the sex as her father filled her up a second time.

"Daddy..."

"Yes..." He moaned with his eyes closed, groaning as the girl tensed her muscles around him in a vain attempt to make him pull out his cock. Not that it would have changed something. Y/n turned his gaze to her.

"What is it, baby girl?" he murmured as nothing strange had just happened.

"You said you would pull out," she whined softly.

Y/n licked his lips and rubbed circles on her hips. "I know, love, but daddy already came inside just before, right? It won't change anything if it happens during the same night."

"Are you sure?" she asked after a moment of hesitation.

"I'm sure, baby." He nodded, bending down to kiss her on the lips and distract her from the subjects. "Daddy wants to enjoy it till he can, you're just so soft and hot inside, it's too hard for daddy to take it out in time... don't you like it when daddy fills you up?" he asked, gently rocking his hips.

Yuna moaned softly, but after a moment she nodded, caressing his neck. "I do like that feeling of you cumming in me,” she admitted in a soft murmur, her cheeks flushed, and Y/n smiled brightly at her, kissing her again.

"My sweet baby girl likes when daddy pumps his special milk inside of her, uh? That's so hot, baby," he murmured and Yuna went even more red if that was possible at hearing him praise her like that for what she liked.

"Are you sure it won't get me pregnant though?"

"Sure." He nodded still kissing her. "And I'm old anyway, it's possible I couldn't get you pregnant even if we were to have sex like this for the rest of our lives. Even if I think I would really love to give you a couple children in a few years,” he admitted and Yuna giggled, thinking about it.

"Do you?"

"Definitely." The man smiled down at her.

When he finally pulled back his dick left her pussy with an obscene sound and Y/n hummed in approval, watching his cum slowly drip out of her.

"The most beautiful sight daddy has ever seen..." he murmured, caressing her legs.

He helped her get rid of her uniform then so she could lie with him completely naked during the night.

Yuna let him do whatever he wanted, lost in the pleasure and the feeling of being finally in the arms of the man she loved more than anyone else in the world.

She didn't protest as Y/n lead her to stand on all four and moaned aloud when he went down on her, licking her pussy and sucking at her clit just as he had when they had started.

Y/n took his sweet time at making sure she would have another orgasm, determined in giving her the best first night of sex any girl would want.

Yuna was still shaking from the last orgasm giving to her by his tongue when Y/n kneeled behind her and once again he rubbed his dick against her pussy. "Daddy-"

"Daddy wants you so much, baby girl..." He moaned, slightly pushing just the head in her opening.

Yuna moaned and without thinking too much started to rock back towards him, pushing herself on his cock.

"Just like that..." He moaned, caressing her asscheeks. "Show your daddy how much you like it,” he incited her, making her hear his approval as inch after inch of his cock disappeared inside her until Yuna was pushing herself against his hips.

"Good girl..." He sighed, standing still for a moment and leaving her time to readjust at his cock and the different position. As soon as he felt the girl relax he started moving.

At first slow sweet movements, then wider as time went by, progressively harder even if he didn't resume the hard pace he had used before.

Yuna seemed to love it, moving with him and trying to let him go as deep as possible.

"Daddy..." She moaned when Y/n bend down to cover her body with his own, pressing his chest to her back.

"You're so good at this, baby,” he complimented her, moving one hand from the bed to one of her breasts, squeezing and drawing a moan out of her as he focused his efforts on her nipple, pinching it and rolling it with his thumb. "And you sound so good too... are you okay with daddy coming inside you this time?" he asked while kissing her neck.

After the numerous reassurances of the man that it wouldn't have changed anything, she just nodded with her eyes closed, lost in pleasure.

"Daddy wants to hear you ask for it, love... tell me you want me inside." He pressed on it, excited at the thought of his stepdaughter actively asking him to fill her up.

Yuna moaned slowly getting just as excited at the thought and pushed back on his cock, enjoying feeling it deep in her pussy. "Daddy- I want you inside..."

Y/n moaned and kissed her neck again. "More, baby..."

"I want to feel you cum inside me..." She moaned, getting a little embarrassed, but Y/n pushed a bit harder in her making her gasp.

"Ask me to fill you up," he requested, more and more excited, and pressed his dick in her to the base.

Yuna moaned aloud, squeezing his cock with her pussy. "Please, daddy... don't get out, I like when you fill up my pussy with cum..."

Y/n groaned aloud and finally did what she had just asked, coming inside her for the third time in one night in his stepdaughter.

"Yes!" He moaned, squeezing both her breasts.

Between that and the feeling of his cum once again inside, she wasn't able to hold on to it anymore and reached the edge herself, trembling in his arms as she came too.

***

Y/n left his daughter’s bedroom only after making sure she was cleaned up and tucked in bed.

He went for a late and very much needed shower, still half hard at the thought that maybe his stepdaughter was already carrying his child, and without so much of a pang of regret for his deceit he went back to his partner's bed and lay beside her, smiling at the thought of how many sex filled nights were waiting for him in Yuna's room.

***

Somin was busy in the kitchen, Y/n could see her through the open door on the living room. Without taking his eyes off her, he took the blanket thrown over the couch to cover himself and Yuna.

The girl smiled at him, looking at him for a moment instead of the TV. That changed when Y/n moved one arm around her shoulders and tugged her closer.

They had started having sex on a regular basis barely a week ago and already he couldn't resist the urge to have more of her anytime, anywhere.

"Now, why don't you put your head on my shoulder and fake sleeping?" Y/n murmured, kissing her forehead and making sure the woman in the adjacent room wouldn't hear him.

Yuna blushed and threw a glance in the direction of the kitchen, even if she couldn't see her mother from her position. With a little embarrassed smile she did what her stepfather had just asked and Y/n softly kissed the top of her head.

"Good girl," he murmured, deeply enjoying the chance of being able to cuddle up with the girl on the couch.

Even if soon it wasn't enough to him.

Y/n sighed as his erection grew harder by the minute. He licked his lips, throwing another glance at the woman cleaning up after dinner, and slowly - trying to not be heard or noticed under the TV noise - he pulled down his zipper and opened up his pants. Slowly, so not to move too much the blanket, he took one of his daughter hands and moved it over his erection.

Yuna held her breath at that but obediently wrapped her hand around his dick as Y/n was leading her to do and gently started to jerk him off.

Y/n moaned softly, closing his eyes for a moment, and took his hand from under the blanket to grab the remote and raise the volume a touch more to cover up his sounds as the little girl in his arms kept jerking him off there in the living room.

"Just like that..." he whispered, his head reclined against the couch and his legs spread a tad more as her little hand kept moving on his hard on giving him pleasure.

He made sure that nothing would be noticed through their cover and jerked his hips up slightly to make her pick up the pace.

He groaned as she did just that, excited for her touch and the knowledge that they were terribly close to being discovered. She didn't know any better, too young and horny, but he knew and as much as he cared not to be found out also enjoyed the thrill.

Y/n went back at sipping his beer to cover up a moan as his stepdaughter kept masturbating him and squeezed the head of the cock a bit more in her soft fingers.

"Daddy wants to push you under the blanket so much, love,” he whispered in her ear, smirking at the flush that covered her face. He suddenly raised his head when Somin appeared on the door.

"Is she asleep?"

"I think so." He cleared his throat, tensing up a bit as Yuna just slowed down but didn't stop touching him. "I can take her to bed later," he offered, hoping Somin would not try to go and wake her up right in that moment finding out what they had been doing the whole time.

But the woman just smiled and nodded once. "Thanks, you're really good with her."

"I do everything I can." He smiled, trying not to moan as Yuna picked up the pace once again without even waiting for her mother to go away.

Y/n waited for the woman to do just that and as soon as he heard the switch of their bedroom click he groaned softly, removing the blanket from his lap to uncover his red and flustered cock and the pale hand still holding it.

"Am I good, daddy?" Yuna whispered, looking for his eyes.

Y/n hurried to nod and leaned in to kiss her with a deep hunger, but instead of saying anything he pushed his fingers in her hair and guided her head down.

Yuna understood what he wanted and just opened up her mouth, closing her eyes as it got stuffed full with his hot dick.

Y/n groaned softly, enjoying the warmth of her mouth, and started moving his hips, too excited to wait anymore.

"Like that, baby, let daddy fuck your mouth..." He moaned softly, hoping Somin would not come back. "Let daddy cum in that hot throat of yours..."

Yuna let him guide her as he preferred and squeezed her thighs shut as she grew wet too. She had no way of telling him or even ask him to do something about that either, but wasn't even sure she couldn't reach an orgasm by the pleasure it gave her to let him fuck her throat like that in an open space like their living room where her mother could have caught them anytime soon.

Y/n suddenly emptied his balls in her mouth with a loud groan, pressing her down till her lips were closed around the base of his dick, and kept her down as he shoot wave after wave of cum deep in her throat.

"Good girl,” he whispered breathless when he was finally done and he eventually let her go.

Yuna let his dick slip out her lips with a soft moan, looking at him as if he hung the moon in the sky. "Daddy..."

Y/n smiled tenderly at that sight and slowly cleaned a bead of sperm from her chin with his thumb, making her suck on it for a moment before taking it away to kiss her on the lips.

"My good little girl... you made daddy cum so hard,” he sighed, hurrying to stuff his penis back in his pants.

"I know!" She smiled abashedly and tried to get closer to him. "Daddy, I'm so wet..." She sighed and Y/n moaned softly, caressing her back and trying to get her hair in order after the mess he had made when he had been guiding her head up and down his own dick.

"Daddy will have to take care of it now,” he reassured her, kissing her again. "Just wait for you mom to go to sleep." He smiled against her lips.

***

After the first night Y/n hadn't had his release in her anymore, since Yuna had started protesting that he would get her pregnant, but that didn't stop him from working on his dream to get her pregnant with his child as soon as possible.

He thought of how long it could take for her to show the firsts signs of pregnancy, or finally for her to start asking him to get her pregnant, since he had kept telling her for days that it was something that made him hard just to say in the heat of the moment.

And it was, but it wasn't just dirty talk even if she didn't know yet. The thought of Yuna actively asking him to make her a mommy managed to drive him out of his bed and into the little girl’s room once again.

At the sight of her stepfather stark naked and hard, Yuna made a little wanting noise from her bed and kicked away her covers, impatient to have him deep inside.

Y/n smirked and locked the door as he ran his gaze on her naked form, admiring the way the teenager spread her legs for him. She hadn't even bothered to wear panties since she knew perfectly well that he would have come for her at night as he did now like clockwork.

"Daddy, I'm still so wet, please,” she begged in a whisper and Y/n hurried to crawl on the bed and find his place between her legs.

"Daddy is here now, love,” he whispered, bringing one hand over her pussy to start caressing her. "You're so wet for daddy, such a good girl..."

Yuna moaned and jerked her hips towards him instinctively.

"Did you touch yourself, baby?"

"No..." She pouted, looking back at him. "You told me not to..."

"Good." He bent down to kiss her pouting lips. "Only daddy can touch your little pussy,” he whispered as her arms went around his shoulders to keep him close.

"But I've been waiting so long..." She sighed, pushing herself on his fingers.

Y/n hummed, letting her ride his fingers and getting impossibly hard at that sight. "Sorry, babe, had to make sure your mom wouldn't notice me slipping out her bed to come visit her sweet daughter." He sighed, moving to kiss her neck and chest.

He didn't mention that the reason he had had to wait that long was because Somin was in the mood and he had just spent half an hour fucking Yuna’s mother just a couple rooms down the hallway. He had spent the whole time thinking about how it would have been to fuck the little girl there in the big bed with her mother sleeping beside them, or even telling the woman that her daughter's pussy was so good around his cock.

He had had no problem in cumming in her since he knew Somin had been taking the pill, but as soon as she had fallen asleep he had felt the urgency to just get out of bed and go find the girl. She was so eager and innocent, probably in love with him and ready to do anything Y/n could ask her to.

"Now daddy is here and will give you everything you want," he reassured the girl before slipping his fingers out of her pussy.

Yuna whimpered softly but he just bent down to kiss her again on the lips.

"On all four, darling."

Yuna licked her lips and hurried to comply, rolling under him and raising her ass up in an open invitation for him to take her.

Y/n moaned at that sight and grazed her smooth skin with both of his hands. As much as he knew he was doing something bad lying at the girl that way, tricking her into risking a pregnancy because he wanted it and wanted a reason for her mother to let him marry Yuna, he loved that little girl and was dead set on doing everything possible to make her happy.

He had told Yuna numerous times that he loved that position because he could take her deeper and at the same time have the chance to grab her tits while they were making love. Yuna had been taken more and more by that till she had lately started to roll on her belly of her own volition.

He had kept quiet about a third factor working to make that position his favorite and he had no intention of telling her yet as he penetrated her with a groan, starting to move right away.

Yuna moaned and immediately tried to match his thrusts, pushing herself on his dick.

He let his hands slide from her sides to her belly and there he caressed with fondness.

"I can't wait for my baby to be all grown up so I can dump your mommy and start a family with you,” he whispered at her ear.

Yuna moaned and closed her eyes as he kept thrusting into her. Y/n often promised that and she was growing excited at that kind of talk. "Daddy..."

"Daddy wants to give you a pretty baby for the two of us to take care of. You'll be so pretty with a nice baby bump, love,” he murmured before biting her neck, not so hard to leave a mark but enough to make her gasp and tighten up her muscles around his dick. He moaned and licked the offended skin. "Tell me that you want my baby, love... you know how much daddy loves when you say those words." He incited her, moving his hands to squeeze her tits and torture her hard nipples.

Yuna blushed but nodded, determined to give him whatever he wanted. "Please, daddy, give me your baby..."

"Do you want it, love?" Y/n asked, almost short of breath.

"Yes, I want you to knock me up with your hot milk, daddy..."

Y/n moaned and took her harder, squeezing her nipples. "Like that, baby."

Yuna moaned aloud, lost at being fucked that way, and she would have said anything to just make sure Y/n would keep pounding her pussy that hard. "Please, don't pull out, daddy, fill me up tonight..."

Y/n groaned and grabbed her hips to drive his cock hard and deep into her, almost violently, pounding her pussy with all his strength till he could feel his balls drawing up and he knew he was ready to cum. Only then he slipped out of her almost completely but for the head. He kept it seated in her opening and wrapped one hand around his throbbing cock, jerking off till one second later he started shooting his cum inside her with a loud groan.

Yuna whimpered at not being able to have him inside, but could have sworn of feeling him cum inside of her, even though it had happened like that night after night and Y/n had told her every time that it was just her imagination.

He had told her it was because she would have loved to feel him cum in her again after their first night and so she was trying to reconstruct the feeling with her mind, but he was shooting it all outside.

Y/n moaned, without removing the head of his dick from her opening till he was sure he had milked every last drop of his cum inside her.

With a soft sigh he rubbed it against her opening, smearing all over her pussy the cum that had followed his dick out. He had told her to stay relaxed, that there weren't any risks in him doing that and she had believed him completely.

Once, in the car, Y/n had cum all over her pussy and she had just sighed content and kept rubbing herself against his softening cock and that was the moment when the man understood he had managed to ensure the girl would trust him to do anything he wanted, believing him when he said it wasn't risky.

"Daddy,” Yuna called him in a whimper, trying to move back against him, looking for some satisfaction.

"Shush, love, daddy will take care of you now,” he promised with a smile, still short of breath.

As soon as he was done he moved away and just went to caress her from outside her pussy with his fingers. He sighed at feeling her hot and wet and covered not only of her juices but his cum too. He started to collect his own sperm with his fingers and slowly he pushed it inside her.

Yuna moaned at being fingered, relaxing on the pillow, leaving only her ass up in the air. She didn't even think he could have been up to something and slowly started rocking her hips on his fingers, pushing them deeper inside her, enjoying how he stretched them and seemed to want her to take them deep every time. "Daddy..."

"Do you like it, love?" Y/n asked with a smile, watching her move languidly as he once again took advantage of that position to make sure she wouldn't notice the way he calmly collected all the cum he had smeared onto her and slowly pushed it inside her.

If she thought that he wasn't going to make sure she would take all his cum every time they had sex, she was sorely mistaken. And he silently enjoyed knowing that she didn't know any better probably as much as he enjoyed the sex they had.

Yuna kept moving, rocking her hips and trying to have his fingers again and again. She was so eager for her own orgasm judging from the way she would whimper everytime he removed his fingers to catch another drop of cum to feed her pussy.

"My beautiful good girl... you'll be a perfect mommy one day, daddy just knows it." He caressed her back as he fingered her to her orgasm, making sure that by the time she finally tensed up and trembled with her own pleasure she was stuffed full with all the cum he could manage to get into her. "That's it, baby girl, you love this, don't you?" He cooed at her, smiling when she just moaned in her pillow as an answer.

As Yuna tried to catch her breath Y/n lay down beside her and hugged the girl to his chest, slowly petting her hair and feeling her relax against him.

"Did you like that, love?"

"Yes, daddy,” she mumbled against his neck, relaxed and almost putty in his hands.

Then and there, Y/n decided that it was a good moment to try and propose something "special" for his upcoming birthday.

"Can I ask you a special gift for my birthday?" He slowly stroked the nape of her neck.

Yuna nodded and raise her head to look at him in the eyes with a smile. "Anything you want, daddy,” she assured him, gently caressing his chest.

Y/n smiled and after licking his lips he nodded, decided in finally taking things to the next step in his plan.

"What if, when we can have some time for ourselves that night, or as soon as you mom leaves the house, we do something a bit different?" he tried, caressing her back. "You know I love when you ask me to get you pregnant, would you like to do it for once without me asking you? I would like to make love to you with you actively asking me,” he explained, gently caressing her long hair.

Yuna blushed but after a moment she nodded. "I could do that. Is that your present?"

"Not... entirely, no. Daddy would really love to be able to cum once again in you as we did our first time together, love."

Yuna bit her lip, unsure. "But daddy- what if that's enough? My friends said that if a boy doesn't pull out the girl will end up pregnant."

"Oh, love, that's not always true." He shook his head, without so much of a second thought. "It depends on what days we make love, how far from your period, that is, and the fact that I'm not that young anymore."

"You're not that old..." She laughed softly.

"Old enough to be your daddy." He smirked, moving one hand down to squeeze one of her asscheeks. "Not old enough to be too tired of fucking your pretty pussy, but that's not guarantee that my cum would get you pregnant."

She mulled on it, inclining her head as he kept gently stroking her skin. "Are you sure I won't get pregnant if it happens just once?"

"Just one night won't change anything, love... daddy just wants you to take it all deep inside for his birthday. Will you? Will you give me this precious gift?" he murmured, leaning in to kiss her on the lips. "Daddy would love so much to have you begging for him not to pull out for once since daddy has been so good and had always took it out in time since our first time."

"That's true..." she whispered, one a hair's breadth from giving in.

"I just want so much to feel your pretty pussy around my cock as I cum. Mommy asked me to cum in her once and I missed so much being wrapped in your pussy but I couldn't do it, not thinking about you waiting for me in here,” he lied with no regret since he had had no problem shooting all his cum in the woman during said night, matter of fact right as he had been thinking at the girl with her legs spread open waiting to be fucked after her mother.

That seemed to push the girl over her hesitation and suddenly she nodded. "You don't need her, daddy. I'll be more than happy to let you do whatever you want for your birthday."

"Really, sweetheart?" he asked with a smile, growing harder by the moment at the mere thought of what came next.

"Yes, daddy," she murmured, moving one hand to wrap it around his cock and starting to jerk him off again. "Everything for you."

"You're so good to your daddy… I can't wait to see you so ready to take it all, darling.”

***

Y/n wasn't able to organize a night just for them on his birthday, since Somin had wanted to take her whole family out for dinner, but he agreed with Yuna that any next occasion would have been good for their planned fun.

When Somin told him she would have had to go out of town for work for a couple days, Y/n had to fight down the urge to cheer and just told her not to worry about a thing, that he was going to take care of her little girl.

As soon as Somin was out of the way Y/n took Yuna straight to her mother's bedroom, set on having her in that bed finally. Yuna had giggled and let him lead the way, kissing him as soon as he stopped in front of the double bed and they started to undress each other in a hurry.

"Daddy has been waiting to stay alone with you for weeks now..."

"Me too, daddy..." She sighed, licking her lips at finally managing to get his pants open. She didn't wait a second more before kneeling down in front of him to take him in her mouth.

Y/n moaned loudly and ran his fingers through her hair, gripping them as the girl started moving her head up and down, really working his shaft.

"Like that, baby, so good..." He nodded, meeting her movements with shallow thrusts of his hips.

Yuna looked at him from below as she went down to take him down her throat, tightening her lips around the base of his penis and making the man almost scream in pleasure.

"Fuck- yes, don't stop..." He moaned, thrusting his dick in and out her mouth and deeply enjoying how she didn't seem to have a gag reflex. "Your mouth is so good... you take it like a whore, love,” he murmured breathlessly, one moment before tightening the grip on her hair as he pressed her head against his pelvis while shooting his cum deep in her throat with a shout.

As soon as he let her go Yuna made a soft sound as she let his dick slip out her mouth after cleaning him up good. "I love when you scream..."

Y/n huffed a smile and had to sit on the bed. "Any men would scream if he was to receive a blow job that way, darling."

Yuna laughed and sat at his side, leaning in to kiss him on a cheek. "But I won't give one to any of them, you're my only one, daddy,” she said with a smile and for the tiniest moment Y/n felt bad for deceiving her since the start of their relationship.

He cracked a smile and returned her kiss. "I'll make sure of it, love," he promised since it was exactly what he had been working on for weeks at that moment.

He kissed her again and slowly started pushing her back toward the center of the bed to lie over her and start rutting against her naked body, enjoying the freedom and the chance to be as noisy as they wanted.

"My little princess... daddy will make sure you'll be as happy as possible," he murmured pressing himself between her legs.

Yuna sighed and spread her thighs for him as she hugged his shoulders. "I love you, daddy..."

"I love you, baby." He leaned in to kiss her again and slowly pushed himself inside her. For a moment he even forgot about what he had asked her weeks before, but as he started thrusting inside her Yuna wrapped her legs around his back.

"Daddy..."

"Yes, love?"

Yuna licked her lips, taking courage before throwing herself in that talk she had prepared for weeks. "Will you cum inside me tonight, daddy?"

Y/n moaned at that question, suddenly remembering exactly what he had asked her. "Do you want me to, love?"

"Yes." She nodded, her face flushed a bright red.

"Do you want daddy to fill you up then, baby?"

She nodded again, swallowing. "I do, daddy. I love when we- when you're so deep inside me and- just like our first time, how you moaned as cumming balls deep inside my pussy," she murmured, embarrassed, and Y/n started pressing his dick harder against her, rocking his hips and making her moan too. "Tonight you won't have to stop, daddy... tonight my pussy is just for you to enjoy..." She moaned.

Y/n made a sound, his cock so hard it almost hurt him. "Do you want daddy to cum in your pussy and fill your womb tonight, darling? Daddy could get you pregnant..." He put it out there, gently caressing her belly.

He was almost sure that she was already with child, but enjoyed leading her on like that, he still wanted her to ask for it and be sure she would want to keep it once the time would have arrived for her to notice her pregnancy.

Yuna nodded after a moment, seeming less hesitant as she went on. "I want daddy to get me pregnant, I want him to have a nice baby as a present..." She smiled softly.

"Such a nice gift for daddy... daddy will make sure to put a child in you, then, darling..." He moaned pushing slowly inside her and feeling her squeeze him tight with her pussy. "Good god, darling..." He moaned, stopping for a moment before moving deeper. "I'll fill you up with so much cum you'll get a pretty baby bump even if you're not with child yet... so full of cum your belly will grow with it." He moaned, starting right away to move inside her, getting out almost completely before pushing again as deep as possible.

Yuna moaned and looked for a kiss taking his face between her hands, trying to meet his thrust with her movements. "But I will, daddy, right?" she asked on his lips when they broke apart.

"Oh, yes, I'll make sure you're a mommy by the time yours comes home," he promised, driving into her harder.

Yuna arched under him with a scream, her pussy already spasming around his cock.

Y/n kept moving with a groan, riding out her orgasm and making her pussy milk his cock.

"Just like that, yes, you love it, don't you? You just can't wait for daddy to get you pregnant and have a chance to parade you around as my new wife, don't you?" He moaned.

Yuna nodded, breathless, without even trying to answer him.

Y/n didn't stop, grabbing her hips tight and pulling her on his dick with all his strength, not caring about bruises or leaving signs as he slammed his dick in her.

"You're mine, baby, you're mine..."

"Yours..." She managed to whimper, lost in pleasure. "Don't stop, daddy, don't stop," she almost begged as Y/n pushed himself hard in her and suddenly stood still as he felt his balls draw up.

"Daddy is about to cum, darling,” he whispered, watching her face flushed and satisfied.

"Don't pull out,” she begged, lifting her arms to go back at hugging his shoulders. "Don't pull out, daddy... knock me up..." She moaned, one moment before Y/n groaned loudly, driven over the edge by her request.

He almost collapsed on her and Yuna held him close with a sigh, enjoying the feeling of his cock still seated deep inside her as the man shot his cum filling her up wave after wave.

"It feels so good, daddy..." She moaned softly.

Y/n moaned and rubbed his face against her neck. "Daddy loves it too, darling. After tonight daddy doesn't know if he can manage to pull out anymore," he warned her, despite fully knowing she was going to think it was just dirty talking.

Yuna answered with a soft whimper, tightening her muscles around his shaft. "Then don't pull out anymore, daddy... just make me your pretty cumdump..." She moaned, still believing they were on the same page about her not getting pregnant before graduation.

"Oh, I will, love," he answered slowly rocking his half hard cock inside her.

***

Y/n managed to bend the rule they had settled for him not pulling out on the night of his birthday into being allowed for two days straight since that was the time they had without Somin in the house.

Yuna wasn't even hard to persuade since she loved anything they did together and she was starting to grow less and less concerned with the chances of a pregnancy since Y/n convinced her she wasn't really at risk.

After all that time spent in bed, Yuna was pretty horny even when her mother got back, but with the woman always spending time with Y/n she had no way to keep the man all for herself.

When Y/n told her the first night that he couldn't go visit her since Somin had said something about the two of them catching up, Yuna had sighed and nodded, resigning herself to staying alone for once.

The truth was that it was Y/n's choice not to visit her that night, same for the night after that and the third too. Sure, Somin had wanted to have sex, but that had never stopped him before from padding out of their room and into Yuna's as soon as the woman had started snoring.

It was just the last part of his plan to make the girl crave their intimacy so that she would just cave in at any request he could make.

When Somin went for an evening out with her friends, the fourth day since the last time he had touched Yuna, he only had to wait for the door to shut behind her back to found the girl against his chest.

"Daddy,” she whimpered, looking for a kiss.

Y/n hugged her tightly against his chest. "Finally alone, darling, daddy has missed you so much..."

"Me too..." She sighed, standing on tiptoes to kiss him on the lips.

Y/n kissed her slowly, enjoying it fully before bending down to pass one arm under her knees and lift her up to bring her to her bedroom.

"Daddy wants to spend hours ravaging his little princess,” he murmured.

"Yes, please, I'm- I've been so horny and frustrated without you these days," she admitted with a sigh.

"It's okay, darling, daddy is here now." He closed the door behind them with one foot before going to the bed to lie her down gently. "Daddy couldn't wait to be alone with you again."

"Me too, daddy..." She moaned rutting against him and trying to drag him over her.

She was desperate for his touch after all that time without him, trying to be good and not touch herself without him present. Soon she managed to wrap herself around him when he started to move inside her, trying to get him deeper, to find her satisfaction.

"Daddy," she called, breathless, almost whimpering as Y/n moved too slowly, not enough to be a tease but enough to not give her the pleasure she needed. "Daddy, please, fuck me harder," she begged.

It was music to Y/n's ears but the man knew he was just one step away from his objective and so he forced himself to take her slowly, to not push himself deep into her as he used to. He moaned as the girl tried to force him into action clenching her muscles around his shaft.

"Daddy, please..."

"So eager, little kitten..." He moaned, even if he stopped and made an effort to appear saddened by something. "Love, daddy doesn't know if he can cum like this anymore."

Yuna stopped, looking at him with wide worried eyes. "Daddy? What- don't you like me anymore?"

"Yes, of course I love you, you're my star, my little princess,” he hurried to reassure her, forcing himself to stay still inside her. "You're my everything, babe. But daddy doesn't think he can manage to cum anymore just fucking you like this, knowing he will have to pull out at the end."

Yuna blinked, surprised, and Y/n went on. "Knowing how good it felt to cum deep in your pussy for my birthday just ruined it for me, darling, now daddy is not even sure he can even cum anymore if he has to do it outside your hot pussy. Not even thinking about it could help me, I tried with your mommy but it wasn't enough and I'm so afraid about what will happen if I won't ever cum anymore, not with you or with your mommy. What if she gets bored of me and dumps me and we'll never be able to see each other anymore?" he murmured, stroking her cheek with his thumb, the picture of concern.

"Oh my god, that's- we can't risk that, daddy,” she whispered, terrified of losing him.

"I know, darling, I'm so sorry... I was afraid of telling you because... well, I don't want you to think that I was just trying to pressure you into letting me cum deep inside your pussy." He sighed softly, terribly hard inside her.

"I know you won't." She shook her head, taking a decision and nodding as she caressed his face. "But it's okay, daddy, I don't want you to suffer or fear having to go away, it's okay."

"What’s okay, love?" he asked softly, leaning in to kiss her lips.

"It’s okay if you need to be deep down inside me to cum..."

Y/n made a sound, excited, and moved one hand to squeeze softly at one of her tits. "Really? Are you sure?"

"I can't let you go the rest of your life without having an orgasm, daddy,” she whispered softly, caressing his face. "If to have one you need to do it like this then okay, I'll let you."

"So it's okay if daddy doesn't pull out anymore?" he whispered, impossibly hard in her and already fighting off an orgasm that threatened to ruin his speech.

She nodded and kissed him again. "Yes, daddy, don't do it anymore, you don't have to and suffer, don't pull out, just cum in me. I want you to be happy. To be satisfied. Will my pussy satisfy you again?"

He nodded and started moving again without sparing a second more. "Oh, yes, it will do, your pussy is amazing, darling. Daddy just dies any time he can have it. It's going to be so perfect from now on, darling," he promised, picking up the pace and finally making her moan with pleasure as he thrust his cock deeper and harder into her. "You're so good to daddy..."

Yuna moaned loudly and closed her eyes, losing herself in pleasure. "Daddy..."

"Daddy is so proud of you..."

"Are you?" she asked breathless, her breasts jiggling at his every thrust, an hypnotizing show to Y/n.

"Yes, love, you take such good care of your daddy, it's amazing." He moaned, terribly close to the edge. "You know right that if something happens and you'll get pregnant daddy will take care of you back, yes? Daddy will take care of you and the baby, his new family."

"I know, daddy." She nodded, grabbing his shoulders. "I'm so close, daddy..."

"You'll be okay with it, darling?" he asked, pulling out almost completely to delay both of their orgasms for a bit, until he had his answer.

"Yes, daddy." She almost sobbed, desperately trying to push herself on his dick and have it again. "If it happens I'll be okay with getting pregnant." She nodded, hoping it was the right thing to say to have him back again.

Y/n moaned and slammed in her almost violently, making her arch her back under him with a scream as she started spasming around him, hitting her orgasm.

Y/n moaned and rode out her orgasm, thrusting hard inside her. "Daddy would love so much to see you carry his child, love..." He moaned between gritted teeth.

Yuna moaned softly, completely exhausted by their love making and her recent orgasm, and barely managed to open her eyes to look at him from under heavy eyelids. "Oh. I guess it will happen now,” she whispered.

Y/n couldn't fight off the smirk that spread on his face. "I guess so, darling. Daddy is so sorry," he murmured, even as he grabbed her thighs tightly and spread them out even more, lifting them up to thrust harder and deeper in her body.

He loved the way she gasped in pleasure even if she had just orgasmed. "Daddy is just going to get you pregnant now..."

"Yes..." She moaned in pleasure, grabbing the pillow under her head and holding on it as Y/n took her so hard her body slid a bit every time on the mattress.

At hearing the girl finally surrender completely at him Y/n pushed himself in her with one last hard thrust and there he emptied his balls with an almost primal shout.

Yuna whimpered softly, feeling her little pussy burn after being abused like that, but she kind of loved that pain and so she clenched around him, hoping he wouldn't take his cock out already.

Y/n moaned, with no intention to slide out of her till he had made sure she had taken all of his cum.

"Daddy will make you carry his children," he whispered, watching her with clear joy and satisfaction in his eyes. "You'll be the mommy of my kids and I'll make sure you're happy." He promised caressing her face with love as he bent down to kiss her again.

***

It wasn't until another month had passed that Yuna noticed a certain delay in her period and she started to get worried about it. Since Y/n had managed to convince her, he had managed to never have another orgasm that wasn't spent inside either her pussy or down her throat.

Y/n would make sure to caress her belly at least once a day, sometimes a fleeting touch, other times spending long minutes slowly stroking it as they laid in bed together after having sex.

She had come to love the way he would talk about the two of them starting a family with their children, about them marrying in some little church in the country and how he was going to make sure she would be happy for the rest of her life. Yuna loved the man deeply and Y/n poured on her all his love in return.

She wasn't as worried about the pregnancy test as she would have been a couple months before, not since Y/n had showed her that plans could be made so that she wouldn't have had to drop out of school because of a pregnancy. And after he had promised to help her out with their children if she was to have them before her graduation.

Still, the two red lines on the test made her legs tremble and Yuna had to sit down for a long minute before managing to do another one, just to be sure before she dared go tell Y/n and her mother.

The two adults were sitting on the couch in front of the TV as Yuna approached them slowly, desperately wanting to just go and sit on her stepfather's lap but not daring to be so open in front of her mother.

"There is something I should tell you about,” she started, catching their attention.

Y/n's eyes immediately travelled from her face to her belly before raising again to her face, a twinkle in his eyes and a slight impatient smile forming on his lips.

"What is it, dear?"

Yuna swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. "I'm pregnant," she whispered, her voice catching in her throat.

Her mother gave her a shocked look, speechless, but Y/n got up from the couch to reach her and Yuna sighed, relaxing between his arms.

"It's okay, darling, you'll see, everything will be alright," he murmured, slowly stroking her back.

Yuna nodded, fighting the urge to react as if her mother wasn

"It's okay, darling, you'll see, everything will be alright," he murmured, slowly stroking her back.

Yuna nodded, fighting the urge to react as if her mother wasn't there. The man took her by the hand and led her with him to the couch, letting her sit on his lap as she had done a million times, still stroking her back, the image of a caring father worried about his pregnant daughter.

Somin was still speechless and slowly shook her head, watching her daughter as if she had never seen her before.

"Are you sure?" Somin croaked when she was able to talk again.

"Yes. Took two tests. And my period is late."

"Who is the father?" Somin mother asked, pretty sure she had never heard her daughter talk about a guy in her life.

That was a difficult question and Yuna blushed, biting down her lip. She knew perfectly well the lie they had chosen together, but it didn't make it easier to tell.

"I don't know," she murmured after a couple seconds. "It happened at a party- I didn't ask for his name," she explained, making an effort to not look at Y/n while saying it.

The man was proud of her and silently kept stroking her back while Somin made a shocked sound and jumped to her feet.

"Are you completely crazy? How could you do something like that- what were you even thinking?" Somin shouted.

Yuna leaned back, scared, and Y/n hugged her tightly against his chest.

"Somin, calm down," Y/n scolded her, irritated at seeing the woman react that way against Yuna. "Do you want to keep the baby?" he asked calmly, looking in the girl's eyes.

Yuna had to think about it just for a moment before nodding holding his gaze. "If it's alright to..." she whispered, almost fearing he would tell her he couldn't have been a part of it, but Y/n smiled tenderly and nodded.

"Of course that's alright. You'll see, everything will be alright," he reassured her while Somin threw her hands in the air.

"How, Y/n. What are we gonna do? Is there some way to find this guy?"

"I don't- I don't think so. I don't even want him, he was just-" Yuna stuttered, panicking a bit at the thought of her mother looking for her alleged one night stand and trying to make her marry him.

"It was just a one night stand, Somin," Y/n blurted, irritated at the same thought. "She didn't even ask for his name, do you think she wanted to start a family with him?"

"I don't know what she was thinking! I don't even think she was using her head!" Somin almost screamed. "Look at her, she's just a kid herself, still in school and without a father to her own kid! You have no idea how people treats teen moms!" she said the last part directly at Yuna, almost hoping she would change her mind.

Y/n though held the girl tighter. "She won't be a single mom, I'll take care of it."

"What do you mean?" Somin asked dumbfounded.

"I mean that I won't let her face this alone. She's a couple months away from being seventeen. Then she could get married with parental approval."

"To whom though? She doesn't even know who the father is."

"I could marry her," he said for the first time out loud in front of Somin and he heard Yuna gasp softly while Somin stood there, unmoving and looking at him as if he had gone completely crazy.

"I love her. Same as you do, really." He nodded, hoping the woman would think he meant just as a father. "She's my baby, Somin, I can't let her ruin her life trying to grow up a kid alone if I can be by her side. I could be the father to her baby." He spoke as if he was absolutely certain it could work. "She doesn't have to be alone, Somin. We could make a family and the kid would never found out about this whole party story."

There was an absolute silence in the living room after he was done talking. Yuna almost didn't even dare to breath, her gaze moving between the man she loved that had just asked for her hand in marriage to her mother somehow, and Somin who looked as if she was about to have a tic to her eye.

"Are you crazy?" Somin finally asked, voice pinched. "Are you kidding me? You can't marry my daughter!"

"She's not my daughter, though. Legally we could do it." He shrugged one shoulder.

"Yeah, but-"

"I want to." Yuna interjected in a hurry, derailing her mother's focus. "I want my baby to have his father by his side. Does it really matter if it's one guy or another? I just want someone who can love the baby and take care of us both. If I can have daddy I want daddy, please, mommy,” she pleaded. "Daddy is an amazing father to me and I just know he can be an amazing dad to our kids." She flushed, noticing how that could sound too close to home. "Not like Virgil," she added in a whisper, watching her mother grimace at the reminder to how her first husband had just disappeared from their lives without so much of a goodbye.

"Baby..." Somin murmured after a moment, watching her daughter under a new light.

She knew that the loss of her father had been hard on her daughter, especially since the man had told the girl he was just packing to go dump some things in a garage and she had felt cheated by life when she had found out the man had just ran away from the city looking for fortune somewhere else.

"This is a big decision, you don't have to take it just right now and then. Maybe you will find someone else. Someone more age appropriate," she tried to convince her, seeing as her partner was a good thirty years older than the girl.

Yuna though shook her head and watched the man she was sitting in the lap of with an infinitely tender gaze. "I want daddy."

Somin left them alone when it was clear that they were both set in their decision to get married and make sure the kid would think Y/n was his father. She had cried for her pregnant daughter and for her partner that was unceremoniously dumping her.

Worse thing was, Somin felt she couldn’t even get mad at him for his choice, since he had explained to her how he was doing it only to make sure Yuna would lead a happy life. At the same time in her opinion Yuna was still terribly innocent to think she could be happy in a marriage with an older man. But even if it was up to her to decide if her little girl could get married or not before her eighteenth birthday, she still felt as if they had let her few choices.

Even if something in the way they had looked at each other bothered her, but she chalked it up to the weirdness of the situation.

Alone with Yuna, Y/n finally smiled, relieved at the success of his plan, and gently caressed the girl’s face.

“I can’t wait to see you walk down the aisle dressed in a white pretty dress…”

thanks to read my first fic 😁

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Eat up!

Haven't fed you guys since October sorry, I'm at a creative block any requests send em in lol enjoy this blurb.

Brahms was pressed firmly against the stone-cold wall, staring intensively through the small peephole he had created in the wall. His breathing was shallow as he slowly palmed his aching cock through his pants, it was so hard that it strained even in his loose joggers. He shakily sighed, fighting back pitiful moans as he stared at your sleeping form.

Sometimes Brahms wondered if you knew he loved to peer through the walls of the old house and watch you sleep. Maybe that's why you were wearing nothing but a thin t-shirt and white lacy panties, looking oh so saintly.

Laying on your stomach with one leg bent gave him the perfect view of your ass and a teasing glance at your overflowingly fat pussy lips. Your sleeping form was practically begging him to come have his way with you. Brahms was desperate to touch you in the ways he often imagined, to explore your body and show you exactly who it belonged to.

Brahms started to undo his belt when you let out a soft moan in your sleep. Immediately, his eyes snapped back to the small hole in the wall to peer at you once more, wondering if you had awoke. His nails dug into the wood inside the wall as he watched you hungrily. he could hear the sheets ruffle as you rolled onto your back.

"Mmmm, Brahms."

The way you moaned his name in your sleep was disgustingly pornographic. Brahms could feel any restraint he may have had left crumble to the ground just like his belt. It was obvious you were dreaming about him, just as desperate for him as he was for you.

As quietly as he could, Brahms snuck his way into your room, careful to not wake you. There was something about the innocence and vulnerability of your sleeping that he didn't want to miss the chance of taking advantage of.

You hadn't stirred since you had moaned so prettily for him, so he was confident you were still sound asleep. At first, he just stood over you, admiring you up close, but it didn't take long for his aching cock to remind him why he was in your room.

Carefully, he traced his hand up your thigh to the swell of your ass, testing the waters. His touch was feather light to not wake you. However, when you didn't flinch he grew more confident. This time his hand trailed lightly up your side, sneaking up under your shirt. Ever so carefully, he bunched up the thin cotton until your breasts were exposed to him. Without the thin barrier to keep them warm, your nipples hardened and so did Brahms's cock. He let out a small whimper at the sight of you being exposed to him, luckily you didn't wake.

This time your moan was louder and Brahms could feel you tense as you woke up to the sight of him between your legs. "Brahms," you moaned out, "what are you doing?"

"Please," he begged, "please let me y/n. I promise I'll make you feel good. I promise I'll be a good boy." His voice was shrill as he begged, and you weren't awake enough to decide whether this was right or wrong. Instead you simply gave into the pleasure and let Brahms continue what he was doing. You were so shocked at his bold acts of touching you. You of all people knew that brahms lacked proper social skills and physical boundaries but, touching your sleeping form was entirely new.

"Am I doing a good job, y/n? Am I being a good boy?"

You let out a loud moan as you felt your climax building, your hips grinding down against Brahms' face. "Fuck! Yes, Honey! you're doing a good job. Such a good boy for me."

Guiding him on top of you, you pulled his face towards yours, kissing him softly despite the aching need for him. He kissed you back eagerly, and you could taste your release on his tongue. "Come one, take what you need brahmsy"

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braxlrose · 10 months

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request: bill kaulitz x self-destruct reader hcs😌 I mean, she knows she's hurting herself but she doesn't care? doesn't sleep (and even if she does, she goes to bed very late and then gets up very late, so she's usually restless, tired and barely alive/ barely in touch with reality), barely eats (and even if she eats little , I drink too much energy drinks and takes tranquilizer pills), probably does sh and takes drugs (cigarettes, alcohol and drugs) and it all makes her look practically zombie but she likes this lifestyle?

cw: self harm, alcoholic tendencies, drugs, slight ED, toxic relationship, tons of angst, swearing, NOT PROOFREAD.

bill kaulitz x self-destruct reader

• when you two first met, it was at a party and you guys ended up sleeping together that night. you fell asleep right after so he ended up staying the night at your hotel room.

• when you woke up in the morning, you brushed your teeth and then went over to your drawer to get on new clothes when you felt hands on your hips.

• you turned around to see bill smiling at you. "Sooo, how long do I have to wait before I can ask you out on a date, hmm?" you rolled your eyes and pushed his hands away.

• "Uhmm, never? You don't wanna have to deal with my shit." you said as you pulled your jeans up.

• "Oh come on, everybody has shit."

• "Not like me. So, you should just go." you pulled on your shirt and turned back to him. He was just staring at you, smiling for God-knows-what. you had to admit, he looked amazing. he only had his boxers on, and he looked great shirtless.

• "I'll get you one day, y/n y/l/n." he smiled at you and pulled on his clothes. you rolled your eyes as he kissed you on the forehead and left.

• then you two met again at a music festival and that's when you finally decides to give him a chance after the hours of flirting he spent on you. you weren't scared though, you were sure he'd leave after he saw what you were really like. and you had accepted that.

That was a couple weeks ago. Bill became very aware of the "shit" you were talking about pretty quickly.

• whenever you were at a party with bill you'd always drink too much to the point where you couldn't see straight and your head was pounding like no tomorrow. Bill would take you back to your hotel room and lay you down on your bed and tuck you in. Then he'd sit with you until you finally fell asleep since he knew you'd just stay awake if he didnt.

• one night, you were completely wasted and he had to carry you back to your hotel. again.

"Mmm... Billy I want you soooo bad. pretty pleaaaasee?" you whispered in his ear, giggling and pouting as he unlocked your door and dragged you inside.

"You're drunk. That's not happening, okay?" He said, setting you down on your bed and beginning to wipe your makeup off.

"But Billy..." You'd whine and pout, while he'd just sit there and comb through your hair till you fell fast asleep.

"Goodnight, Schatzi." He'd whisper to you and place a kiss on your forehead.

• you'd also get angry a lot. you were in your hotel room, bawling your eyes out on the bathroom floor. It was 11 PM. your wrists were bleeding a bit from you scratching at them for so long, and your cheeks were bright red from the crying.

• you just wanted to sit there forever and wallow in your own self pity when you heard the door to your hotel open.

"Y/n! You in here?" Bill yelled to you, as you did your best to stand up and wipe your tears away. You gazed at your eyes in the mirror and there were streaks of mascara running down your face. You wiped them off your cheeks and opened the bathroom door to greet him.

"Hey! What're you doing here?" He turned around to see you but you saw his face drop.

"Are you okay? Were you crying in there?" He pointed to the bathroom. You scoffed and rolled your eyes as you closed the door. You pushed the inner part of your arms against yourself so he didn't notice.

"What? God no, I'm just tired. You should probably go." You said as you walked past him and started to change your clothes. He walked over to you and slightly grabbed your chin with his hand. He tilted his head at you and ran his fingers through your hair.

"Come on, just tell me what's wrong." You slapped his hand away and pulled on some shorts.

"I said I'm just fucking tired! Will you back the fuck off?!" You pushed him away and went to grab a new shirt to sleep him. He was bringing up emotions you didn't want to feel. You wiped away a couple tears when you felt his arms wrap around you. He placed some kisses on your shoulders and rubbed his cheek against you.

"I'm here for you, okay? Let me help you.." You could feel anger boiling up inside you. Your eye twitched. He's acting like you needed to be fixed or something. Why would he say shit like this?! You turned yourself around and pushed your hands against his shoulders trying to push his away.

"Can you get the fuck off of me! I don't need your fucking with anything just get the fuck away!" you yelled at him, tears pouring down your cheeks now. You slammed your hand against his shoulder trying to push him away.

"You don't need to push me away, y/n! It's okay!" He wrapped his arms tightly around you as more and more tears came flooding from you.

Your finger nails dug into his shoulders, harder and harder with every word. You could see him wincing in pain but he only hugged you tighter. Why would he want this?

• you hated that he stayed around. you didn't understand why he'd wanna be with someone like you? you set yourself on a path of destruction and ruined everything in your path, why would he take his chances like this?

• you were laying down in your bed when bill came around again. like before, tears were running down your cheeks and mascara was wiped all over your face but you were just laying there. not feeling anything. you had taken a couple different kinds of drugs so you were basically emotionless at this point.

• when bill walked in, he dropped everything and ran to your aid. he sat on the bed and cupped your cheek in his hand to make you look up at him.

• when you turned over at him, he couldn't see anything in your eyes. nothing. all you could remember is how sad you looked.

• he laid down next to you and wrapped his arms around you and kissed your shoulders.

"do you want me to stay?" He asked, brushing your hair off of your face and pulling you closer to his body.

you just nodded and laid down against the pillows as bill whispered sweet nothings in your ear and rubbed your sides with his hands.

• it was about a month into your relationship when bill realized how little you ate.

• at first, he just thought you didn't eat breakfast but over time he noticed you didn't really eat anything unless you were offered something.

• bill also took notice when all you ate was slim jims and energy drinks. Thats when he started bringing you food.

• in the mornings, he'd come in with breakfast and give you a little kiss on the forehead. "Wakey, wakey, baby." He'd say to you and place a bunch of little kisses on your face until you wake up.

"Mmm...what are you doing here?" You said to him groggily, wiping your eyes.

"I brought you breakfast. Come on, geeet up." He'd lift you up by your arms and place the food in front of you, then he'd sit down next to you and wrap his arms around you to make sure you're eating.

"I'm not hungry, Bill." You'd say to him, resting your cheek on his arm.

"Too bad, eat up." He would take your fork and cut into your waffle and place it in front of your mouth until you opened up to eat it.

You eventually would give up and just start eating.

"Why are you doing all of this? I'm just a burden, y'know?" You say to him with your mouth full and your eyes looking up at him all cute and widened.

" 'cause I like you. And I think you're cute." You rolled your eyes and continued eating but bill would have a big, fat smile on his face.

• during the day you'd be like a zombie. your eyes would be dull and half open. Big, dark circles under your eyes and you wouldn't do much. But bill didn't mind. He would lay down with you on the couch and give you massages and kisses on your temples to relax you.

• when bill found out that you hurt yourself, he kissed up and down your body for hours. Whether it was your arms or your thighs, he'd be kissing it. He told you how much he loved you and didn't want you to hurt yourself.

• he didn't want you to feel pressured about talking about your feelings but once you did he would just hold you and listen to you talk, getting everything out. and he would never judge you for anything.

• you told him that you'd stop hurting yourself and you did. for a few days. But that changed once you got away from bill for a little while and you got high at a club.

Bill wanted the best for you but you werent good for him. You knew that, you tried to change yourself for him because you loved him so much. But in the process of being with you, he got hurt too much. You tried to tell him, but he couldn't help but love you. In his eyes, you were perfect.

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daisybianca · 8 months

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pairing: lewis hamilton x femalereader

summary: lewis gives you secretly his number. you're hesitant to call him at first, but when you do, things get a little much more interesting.

warnings: sexual activities, cursing words

(a/n): this is the last part! here's part one and part two.

YOU CHUCKLED AS Lewis excused himself to bring some more wine for the two of you.

You got more comfortable on the couch and fixed the silk material of your clothing.

When he came back, he filled your glass and then his.

"What do you do for a living?" He asked before taking his seat next to you once again.

"I'm a journalist." You answered, taking a small sip from the delicious liquid. "A sports journalist."

Lewis' eyes narrowed. "Formula one?"

"Nope," you said. "Basketball."

You noticed that he rolled his eyes. "Pity."

"What? You wanted me interviewing you, sir Lewis Hamilton?"

You caught a glimpse of something in his eyes as he smiled, bitting his lips before talking. "Maybe," he said, drinking from his wine and looking vacantly somewhere behind you. "That'd be very... very torturing." He said, his voice almost barely above a whisper.

"What was that?!" You laughed, your hands flying in the air. "What was that?!" You repeated again.

"Nothing." He said, smiling widely.

You studied his look. "Are you flirting with me?"

"Trying to." He answered, and you noticed that his hands were rested on the couch, just behind the area of your neck and head. "Does it work?" He looked up at you as he took another sip.

You bit your lips and felt that you were inevitably blushing. Looking at your nervous hands, circling the glass, you noticed his lap and the tattoos on the flesh of it.

It was very... very rideable.

"Maybe," you said, then a thought kicked in. "You promised you'd tell me why I was the chosen one at the race. I'm all ears."

Lewis cleared his throat. "You really want me to tell you?"

"If it doesn't involve some kind of a bet, yes, please,"

"A bet?" His nose wrinkled in something that looked like disguist. "Fuck, I'm not that kind of man."

"Tell me, Lewis." Your mind was in a haze, your thoughts blurred by his pretty eyes, so your hand found the soft flesh of his upper arm.

His eyes detected your hand for a brief moment and then smiled.

Lewis discreetly moved his white shirt lower on his body. Maybe to fix it in order not to look wrinkled or... to hide something, maybe?

"I just..." he started. "I saw you. You didn't even look at me at first."

"Yeah, because I was trying to find my best friend who was hooking up with a McLaren mechanic." You explained, and Lewis expression changed into pure curiosity.

"Okay, I presume I don't need to know more about that," he chuckled. "I just--I just genuinely thought to myself for a brief moment that you were the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen."

Your knees weakened, and thank God, you were seated.

"I love it when you're blushing." He grinned and wouldn't take his eyes off your hot face. "It just makes the color of your eyes stand out more."

Silence.

You tried to change the topic. "You never signed my hat, by the way." You said.

"Do you want me to bring a pen? I can sign your hand if you want."

You smiled. "Yeah, whatever."

Lewis left and came back with a pen and a white shirt in his hands. He passed the shirt to you, but you didn't take it at first.

"What's that?" You wondered.

"A pumpkin." He said sarcastically and looked down at you. "What does it look like, love?"

"Oh, no, no." You shook your head negatively. "You're not gifting me one of your shirts."

He laughed and tossed the white material to you. "Why not? It's officially been worn by me."

"And?"

Lewis thought for a brief moment. "You can wear it at home and think about me." His eyes lit up.

"I--I can't accept it, I'm sorry." You tried to give it back to him but he grabbed your wrist.

"Put it on."

"What?" Your eyes narrowed.

He looked you with that intense, dark gaze. "Put it on." He repeated, comanding.

"Why?"

He smiled. "So I can sign it."

You knew where this was going, but you wanted to tease him a little.

"You can sign it unworn as well, you know."

"Yeah, but the shiet wouldn't be stretched enough, and the signature would come out bad-looking." Lewis insisted and passed the shirt to you.

You finally grabbed it. "Fine."

Shoving your hair to one side, you carefully pushed the material around your head and then let it wrap around your curves, covering the pink dress underneath.

You immediately got knocked out by a faniliar cologne. Gosh, this aroma would hunt you forever.

"Looks perfect on you." Lewis said and opened a black marker.

You noticed him biting his lip.

He.

Bit.

His.

Fucking.

Lip.

"Where do you want me to sign it exactly?" He asked, looking at you.

"I don't know." You replied, scanning the shirt for any empty space. "Maybe somewhere free of stamps and letters."

"Hmm..." He looked at your shirt, leaning forward. His eyes were practically on your tits.

"Here," you suggested, signaling to a spot on your chest, near your heart.

Lewis shallowed and looked up to face you. "Are you sure?"

"About what?"

His voice was soft. "Having my hands on you."

You smiled.

That man was literally perfection itself. "No problem. Go on."

He breathed in and then out. Then, his left hand found the area of your shoulder and grabbed it gently for resistance.

You stopped looking at him and knew he had started making the signature when a sharp thing touched your covered flesh.

"Is this okay?" Lewis' voice sounded a few seconds later. "Does it hurt?"

"Jesus, Lewis, it's just a damn marker!" You laughed, but he didn't seem to enjoy your comment.

He was done with the signature, you could tell. He was now writing something on your shirt. Even if you did want to read it, you couldn't. It was upsides down, and Lewis was also covering it up with his free hand as if it were a test and you were about to cheat.

His expressionless beautiful features didn't betray much of his thoughts.

You breathed and hoped that the brave side in you would kick in soon.

"What are you thinking of?" You blurted out before even fully considering what you were about to mouth.

Lewis clicked the marker shut and looked at you. "Nothing."

"Something must have been in your mind whole you were signing the shirt." You explained. "Tell me." You insisted with puppy eyes. "Please?"

He shallowed. Hard. "You want me to tell you the naked truth?"

"What are you scared of?" You eyes narrowed, and you grabbed your phone, opening the camera and reading what was now written on your freshly owned shirt.

His signature.

A heart and...

"With much love, Lewis."

Lewis' lips formed a thin line, and he scratched his almost nonexistent beard. "I'm scared of what might happen after this."

You chuckled, pushing the white clothing off you with a slow movement. "Just tell me, Lewis."

A fee moment of silence passed with Lewis studying you and you fixing your messy hair and dress.

"Honestly, I--" he started.

"Just tell me already!"

"You want me to tell you?" His voice rised dangerously.

"Yes!"

"No, you don't."

"Yes, I do!"

"No, you fucking don't, love." He insisted.

"I'm telling you I d--"

Your words were interrupted by his lips crushing hard with yours. Your tongues fought in a messy but also loud battle, and before you knew it, you were on top of him on the couch, your hands around his neck. His his left one was rested on your back, caressing the flesh there before cupping your eyes and giving it a squeeze, while the other was bringing you closer by touching your cheek.

"Lewis, I--" You breathed, trying to create some space between your bodies and faces.

He wouldn't let you go.

"I was thinking about how much I'd like to fuck you in that shirt."

His kiss had left you breathless, but his statement had left you something that wasn't currently in an official dictionary. Something that had just been added to your own vocabulary.

Wetful.

Gosh, is that even a word?

His lap was a great seat, you thought.

Lewis must have sensed your nervousness. "Sorry, I shouldn't have said th--"

"Lewis, grab me the shirt." You commanded, and his dark brown eyes found yours.

He did as he was told.

"Put it on me."

He smirked and did as he was told once again.

You were soaked underneath your underwear, you could tell. He could probably feel it on his lap too.

"Wanna know what I am thinking now?" You asked, breathless as his lips touched your neck and kept teasing and teasing.

He knew when to kiss you, where to kiss you, when to touch you, where to touch you...

This man could make any woman happy.

"Tell me."

"Fuck me in this shirt." You fixed the clothing to cover the area of your thighs. It was large enough to become a dress.

His big hands found your waist and rested there. Then his one hand found your ass and he squeezed it as if he was the owner of it.

"Done." Lewis said.

"Okay, but it won't be pretty." You stopped him just when he started kissing you again. "It might end up having white spots on it after you're done with me."

His fingers touched your lips, and you took the chance to playfully dig your teeth gently on one of them.

"Oh, love... I can give you a hundred of those, and they'd still wouldn't be enough with all those things I'm thinking about doing with you." Lewis smirked, and you took his two fingers in your mouth, savoring the taste of it as if it were a colorful lollipop. "Besides, I assure you that I don't want it to be pretty. I want it to be rough."

His lips collapsed with yours, and you teased, leaning away one last time. "Okay, but do me a favor."

"Anything for you, baby."

You smiled softly. "Keep calling me your love."

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2smolbeans · 6 months

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Part 1 Part 2.5 character info

He let out a soft series of chuckles. Staring at you with a pitiful look, showing an expression of fake sympathy.

"I don't love you, and I never will. Not even if you beg and try. "

Love Me, Love Me Not (2)

Yandere Best Friend x Obstacle Reader

*unedited

Tags: small description of Nsfw- they don't fuck, self loathing, hostage keeping, one sided attraction, betrayal, mentions of previous friendships the yandere broke, slight angst, yandere is attracted to someone else, escape planning, mentions of a previous murder victim, reader is complicit to the murders, guilt, past memories.

Disclaimer: This is just a scenario I thought of with an Oc! So nothing is really 'official' or canon-

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You look at the door, contemplating your next move. It's right there, just staring at you. The latch was loose, Marco didn't consficate the butter knife like he did usually whenever the two of you ate, and he was no where to be seen. It was so fucking conveinent, so perfect. Too perfect...Maybe you were just paranoid. The latch. The door. Just do it. Run. Sprint. Why were you panicking? This was all on you now. Your legs were shaking as you wobbled your way towards the door, grabbing the butterknife that you were previously cutting the lamb chops with. Trembling, you tried to bust open the secuirty latch. But ultimately you ended up throwing the butterknife into the sink.

Falling onto the couch, grabbing a soft pillow as a soother, you let out a frustrated scream. It's better to be safe than sorry. If anything, Marco could be hiding behind the door waiting for you. For all you know, Marco could be waiting outside the apartment complex exits, standing by while he prepares to tackle you when you finally rush outside. He could be testing you. Why wouldn’t he? It was just predictable. You knew better than to assume that Marco would freely let you loose.

So you waited, and waited. The more time passed, the more you started second guessing your choice. Wow, maybe he was just clumsy. For what seemed like forever, Marco finally rushed into the room, slamming the door open before closing it shut.

"Did I scare ya?"

He smugly spoke, swaying his way towards you while he dragged two suitcases. Stiff from the frozen fear that had shot you in the chest, you only stared at Marco wide eyed.

"I'll take that as a yes..? Anyways stay put, I just need to do this real quick.."

Peeking into the contents of the suitcases, you heard Marco examine and fix the locks. Noticing that one of the latches were left loose, Marco turned back to look at you- surpirsed yet expecting this from you. You stayed, you're still here.

Huh...

While Marco was preoccupied with himself, you reached out into one of the luggages. It was your stuff! Holding out an old shirt of yours, you let out an accidental gasp.

"Oh yeah, I figured that you might want a few things of yours. I mean I can't have my roomie empty handed~"

Underwear, socks, shirts- everything! He even brought a few extra things like your plushies and accessories! Smiling, you thanked him while you zipped up the zipper of the suitcase.

"No problem dude! Anyways you can go do whatever, fool around in your room or something. I dunno?"

Can you leave?

"Hahaha! HA! You're hilarious!"

Scoffing, you nudged Marco's shoulder, making your way to your 'bedroom'. Closing the door behind you, you took out all of your belongings from the two suitcases. Searching through the pile of stuff you had, you managed to find your phone! Immediately powering it on, you tried calling the authorities. Even trying to turn on your mobile data so that you could contact somebody through your socials. Though expectantly, your phone had blocked all of those options. No service, no nothing. Scrolling through the photo gallery, you looked at the photos you took, all the stupid screenshots you saved. You and him, it's always been the two of you. Of course, sometimes it would be you, him, and.. Matheias and Angela.. You just stare at their faces, feeling nothing as you observe their smiles. You were all so happy back then..

Matheias screamed as he lunged himself towards Marco, crying as his sobs echoed the room. Quickly, you grabbed Matheias by the arm, struggling to keep him still as he dragged you along with him. You shouted at Matheias, scolding him while also begging him to calm down as he continued to howl at Marco. Trying your best to keep Matheias away from Marco, you were forced onto the floor as Matheias shoved you away from him. Showing concern, Marco rushed towards you, trying to help you back on your feet.

"YOU MOTHERFUCKER- HOW COULD YOU?!"

He screeched, throwing chairs, his face red with anger. Helping you up, Marco cautiously approached Matheias- holding his two palms up as he slowly approached. Calmly, Marco tried to speak to Matheias.

"Come on..Please let's not do this. Not now - just not now, okay? Please, let's just talk this out-"

Panicked, Matheias threw something at Marco, trying to keep more distance.

"LIAR! You fucking CUNT!"

Persistent, Marco was beginning to lose his composure. His voice was now on the verge of shaky tears as he lowered himself to Matheias's height level.

"P-Please..We just- it's her- fucking hell.. Come on Matheias! Really man?"

The more Marco spoke with sincerity, the more Matheias reacted. The more Marco tried to reach out to Matheias, his grieving work buddy.. His best friend..The more terrified you saw Matheias get.

"Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. You're sick- Stop that. Those aren't real.."

Trying to descalate the situation, you spoke firmly towards Matheias. Enough is enough. You've had it with the accusations about Marco, the delusions and rumors Matheias had accumulated about him. It was tiring seeing Matheias grow bitter against the only person trying to hold everyone together. You were annoyed with how he was reacting. Everyone was mourning, nobody was themselves. You understand that, you can sympthazie with him. You're also hurting. You miss her too. It was just the three of you now. So why, out of all people, he could've chosen to take his anger out, did it have to be Marco? Hysterically, Matheias let out a series of laughs. Rolling his eyes as he pointed a finger at you.

"Oh yeah! Of course you believe him! I think I know why. Trying to get some brownie points aren't you?"

He marched towards you, keeping his finger pointed at you. His voice so loud and angry, it began to ring your ears.

"It's always been like that! Don't you find it fucking unfair how he's always the innocent little sheep in every sitaution?!"

He let out an exasperated breath, his hands aggressively flying everywhere.

"But NOOOOOO! EVERYONE LOVESSS MARCO! The fucking psychopath. Fucking murderer. And I'm the only one that fucking knows!"

Stop it, you beg. You're being delusional, you cried. You held back your tongue, knowing that Matheias wasn't being himself. He always had an issue with his temper, so you knew you had to be patient with him. But you've done that so many times throughout the friendship. It's beginning to run thin. Espically now.

"Why don't you just say it huh? Why don't you just admit it? Tell him. Just fucking-"

Out of instinct, you rushed towards Matheias. Raising your hand as the palm of it harshly came into contact with his face. Tears streaming down your cheeks, you slap him again..And again..And again..Stopping when Marco had to pull you away from him. Holding you in a hug as the hiccups and sniffles begin to escape you.

It was quiet for a while. Your sniffles and his loud, hyperventilating breathes were the only thing left in the room. You remember the look in his eyes, the grief he felt when he saw Marco shake his head dissapointingly. As tension filled the room, suffocating the three of you in an uncomfortable moment- unsure of what was to happen next. Matheias finally spoke up, defeated as he slammed his hand against the table. Memorial cards, photographs, and sympathy letters falling onto the ground.

"..You know what? Fine. Suit yourself. But she's gone, and I know who fucking did it. Sooner or later, you'll know I'm right. And when you do, you'll be wishing that you listened to me."

Without a word, Matheias grabbed a memorial card. Shoving chairs out of his way while he walked out the door. With a final glance, he looked at Marco, and then at you. Scowling, he shut the door violently, leaving you and Marco alone.

Your eyes burned as you stared at the ground. Your body feeling limp as you pressed your back against the bedframe for support. Matheias was always the smart fucker of the group..You wonder how he'd react if he knew what was going on. Probably with a snarky remark of how "I told you so!". Funny how the end of their close bond was the start of yours. You want to cry, to get rid of this awful feel that brewed inside of you. But you can't. Maybe it was your body's way of punishing you for being such an awful human being.

Yeah sit with your guilt. Let it simmer with no outlet to release it.

Looking at the screen, you decided to check out your notes. Scrolling through them, you recalled how you always used it as a personal diary rather than a proper agenda tool. Just a pile of insecurities about your crush on a friend who clearly had the hots for someone else. A bunch of useless shit that you bitched about. A series of notes that revealed what type of selfish person you truly were.

Last opened a week ago...?

What?

Your heart sank as you looked at the bottom of each note.

Each note, every single one of them, he read them all. All the words you said to yourself, all the thoughts that you had- he knew about it. You went rigid the more you thought about it. Before..Was he playing with your feelings? He knowingly roped you into this shitfest because he knew he had you wrapped around his little finger. You were the perfect loyal pawn that helped him clean the messes.

Hahaha. Haha. Ha.

That's hilarious, isn't it? You stand up, furious of how stupidly feeble you felt. You pick up the clothes and your belongings and organize them in their rightful place. The couch, when he touched you like that..It was just to keep you on your toes, to keep you obedient. Your 'reward' for being so good.. Pissed, you started to pace around your room. That's it, you want out. You should've left the room when you had the chance. You lay there on the floor, mind numb as you stare into nothingness. That poor girlfriend, whoever they are, hoped they were okay. Why did Marco like them again? How did they even meet? Do you even remember what she looks like? You should know, he's talked about her so many times you've lost count. Charlie? Ashlyn? Abby? No.. none of those sounded right. Does it matter in the end? You should be worrying about yourself.

What if you tied your clothes and made a makeshift rope? Looking down through the window, you grimaced as you thought about it. It's too high. You're on the highest floor of the building. You laughed at another desperate thought that came up. What if you fought Marco yourself? Sure, yeah, if you wanted to get suplexed to death. Right, fight the 6'2 "maniac who goes to the gym every week and could easily pick you up like a ragdoll. There has to be someway.. Who knows how long he really plans on keeping you. It was so easy for him to drop Matheias, someone he knew longer than you - and swiftly wiped Angela off the face of the earth. You're next. Time was ticking. You sat there for a while. Thinking to yourself. Did Marco really care about anything other than himself? Is he capable of emotion? He has some capability, or maybe he plays the illusion that he does fairly well.

Without another thought, you got up, walking towards his room. Knocking the door, you called his name. No answer. You knock again. No answer. You try opening the door to check if he's inside. It's locked. Going to the front door, you began to play with the locks. Loudly banging them against the doorframe, the metalic sounds echoing the entire room. Still no response. Using this opportunity, you scan the entire apartment, looking for anything you could use or take note of. But you couldn’t think of anything. Deciding to go back to your room, you try to get some shut eye. Changing into some nightwear to get comfortable.

Eventually, you were able to find yourself melting into the matress. Dreaming about what could've been, you were sound asleep. You wished you could've stayed like that forever. Blissful and full of rest. However, it was short-lived as you felt yourself being lifted up. Groggily, you were brought up onto your knees. Slowly, you were propped up at a certain position while a warm breath fanned against the back of your neck. Your back was pressed against his chest, legs spread apart, and hands on both sides of your thighs. Fully awake and aware, you froze as you felt his hands play with your chest - barely grazing at your nipples. Alert, you tried to turn your body away from his wandering hands. Out of protest against your reaction, Marco hushed you as he pushed you back to the position.

"Ah ah ah. Nono. Stay put for me okay? Trust me"

It felt so foreign with the way he spoke to you with such geniune softness. You couldn't help but lean further against his body as he began to travel his hands further down your lower half.

"You've been so good, such a good friend to me..I've never really thanked you properly, so I'll do it now..Yeah?"

His hands now grabbing onto the waistband of your pajama pants, you went paralyzed. Why was he doing this?

"You deserve it. That's why.. Do you not like this?"

What about her? Doesn't he hate you for standing in the way?

"Just answer my question. Do you like this or not?"

You were starting to get on his nerves. So quietly, you meekly squeaked for him to continue. Even though you knew you should've denied his offer and advances, you still couldn't help but fall into him. So, lifting your hips up, you allowed him to pull your pants down.

"I just want to make it up to you, that's all..You'd enjoy something like this afterall.."

Rubbing all the right places, going at that perfect rhythmic pace, focusing on your body movements. He made sure to treat you carefully, leaving gentle kisses along your neck as he watched your chest rise up and down. Back and fourth, he left your mind in a daze as he whispered those sweet praises into your ears.

"Finally got what you wanted, huh? How long have you been thinking of this for? Hah.. And don't lie to me, I know everything.."

You didn't answer him as you focused on chasing your release. Your hands pathetically gripping onto his arms while you whined as his hands continued to play and stroke at your sex.

"It's only fair. I realised if you hadn't helped me, I would've been so lost..So good job. You did so well for me. You earned this"

Twisting and brewing, you felt the heat inside you threaten to spill as he changed his pace. His hands now trying to chass the pleasure out of you while you quivered underneath him. You were close, so close to tipping over the edge.

"I love you"

With those words that you so desperately fantasized about for years, you felt the heat in your body spread. Milking out your orgasm, Marco continued at the same rhythm, pulling his hand away after he felt you try to shove him off. Getting off the bed as he left you there to calm down, he wiped his hands dry. Smirking at you as if he had just pulled the world's most amazing prank.

"I did good didn't I?"

....What the fuck was that? Why in the hell did you say yes? Why the fuck did he- Looking at him in confusion, you pulled up your pants. Giving him a look that demanded an answer.

"Okayy fine. I just felt like it. Plus it's fun seeing you melt like puddy!"

Huh? You felt dumbfounded as he kept walking around the dark room. The moonlight providing the only source of light to the bedroom.

"It's funny..You like me. I've known that for a while..Even before the notes. You were never really a good liar."

He let out a soft series of chuckles. Staring at you with a pitiful look, showing an expression of fake sympathy.

"I don't love you, and I never will. Not even if you beg and try. "

He leaned close to your face, his hands caressing your cheek.

"I only said it to get your rocks off. And clearly..It worked~"

Well fucking ouch..A pang went through your chest as Marco moved away from you. Disregarding your feelings he kept going, the softness and genuie warmth you felt earlier, disintegrated into nothingness. Like a flip switched inside him, he was back to his comedic cold personality.

"Ohh hun..Please don't be dissapointed. I wasn't lying when I said you deserved every second of that moment.."

Circling the room, he continued to monolog casually.

"Afterall for being such an obedient dog staying put in the room..You deserved a little treat!"

Patting your head to further squeeze out the feelings in your heart, Marco left the room.

"I'll see you tommorow okay? Dream about me~"

Alone by yourself again as you laid your body on the bed. You curled yourself into a ball, grabbing all the blankets, hugging them for some comfort. His words replayed in your head, trying to process what just happened. He was fucking with you. But why? Why like that? Staring up at the ceiling with your back on the bed, you muttered a few words while you felt the shame creep up on you.

What an asshole.

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Part 3 coming soon!

You looked at her in horror as she sat there on the chair, tied up and gagged. Her face was stained with fresh tears as she struggled against her restraints. Oh god, did things not go well with her and Marco? Why was she here? You tried calming her down as she thrashed around, threatening to tip over the chair.

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omg plz do a pt. 2 for the sectumsempra post!!! it can be the reader and Draco in the hospital (they're best friends to lovers) and he's comforting her cuz she really hates the scars that were left and it ends up being angst to fluff! you can also add something that has to do with Draco getting revenge

sectumsempra² | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x reader

word count: 1,1k

summary: where y/n feels insecure about her scars and draco is out for revenge

a/n: again, sorry for taking so long, there are a lot of things happening in rl right now :( second part of sectumsempra!

warnings: angst, cursing, mentions of injuries, mentions of scars

universe: harry potter

“You have gotten quite a hit there, dear. You are really lucky you weren’t subject to the curse for any longer”, Madam Pomfrey casually mentions while examining the small puncture marks left all over your body. “I don’t know what lasting damage it would have done to you otherwise.”

Forcing a smile at her words, you really do not feel like thinking back to what happened. Even though you can hardly remember what happened, you do know that you wanted to help Draco so badly and suddenly you were faced with a pain that was unbearable. All of this resulted in your entire body being disfigured now, the wounds have left scars all over your skin as if you had been pierced by a dagger or sword thousands of times, each time in a different spot. When Madam Pomfrey asks you to change into a new white shirt to cover yourself, you quickly do so.

These scars make you feel extremely vulnerable and when Draco, who has been by your side the whole time after bringing you here, holding your hand tightly in his throughout the treatment, gives you a pitying look, you feel even more insecure about yourself and your body.

You do not want him to see you like this, with all these horrible scars on your skin.

“You should apply this ointment on the wound residue every day until it eventually fades. Unfortunately, there will always be some traces of what you have been through left behind”, the nurse explains before she hands you a tube of the appropriate ointment, which you accept with a quiet thanks. Saying goodbye to her, you make your way out of the hospital wing and into the silent corridors of Hogwarts, which are now lit up by torches on the walls since it has become dark outside in the meantime.

On your way you pursue no real goal, but only silently walk down the corridors hand in hand, simply enjoying each other’s company. Laying your head on Draco’s shoulder and hugging his arm tightly, his stride eventually slows, and you sense that something is wrong immediately, that the silence has made him think.

Tenderly taking your face in his hands, as if you could crumble to dust at the slightest touch beneath his fingers, he looks deep into your eyes, his pupils reflecting not only affection but also fear and anger.

“Don’t ever do that again, do you hear me?”, he finally says firmly, rubbing one of his thumbs along your cheekbone. It almost sounds like he blames himself for you getting hurt when in the end it was solely your own decision to join the fight and help him, protect him. Though you have to admit that you did not plan on almost dying.

“I would do it again every single time. For you”, you softly but sadly smile because you know that your words are true. No matter how awful and unbearable the pain that unknown curse caused you, you will let it hit you every time if it means that Draco would be spared.

“I know, and I hate and love you for it at the same time”, Draco giggles, shaking his head in defeat while realizing that there is no point in arguing with you because, ultimately, he would be doing it the other way around as well. In the future, he will do everything in his might to ensure that you are never harmed again. Not when he can prevent it. Seeing you like this was the worst thing Draco has ever experience and he never ever wants to feel this fear again that he might lose you.

And all this because of Harry Potter.

Just the thought of that bastard infuriates Draco, which is why he quickly lets go of your face in order to clench his fists at his sides, bowing his head to the side at the same time. Immediately reading the change of emotions in Draco’s face, you take a cautious step towards him. He does not even have to say anything for you to understand what he is thinking about at that moment. You just know it and that is why you enclose one of his fists with your two hands, opening it hesitantly.

“He is not worth it.”

“He almost killed you, Y/N! He nearly took you away from me and fled like the fucking coward he is”, Draco suddenly bursts out, but you do not even flinch when he raises his voice and looks at you furiously, but also desperately. “He deserves the worst of the worst. The next time he crosses my path, I swear to Merlin I will-”

“Don’t”, you interrupt him and put pressure on his clasped hand. “You are so much better than him, Draco. So much better.”

Slowly snuggling closer to his chest, you can feel his rapid heartbeat pounding against your cheek. Carefully, you place one of your hands on the spot right above his painfully beating heart and gently stroke over it. For a moment you ignore the scars that smile at you from the skin of your hand.

“You are so much better than him, you need to see that”, you repeat to make sure that Draco really gets what you are saying. Eventually your words seems to have an effect as Draco’s body slowly relaxes beneath you and he wraps one of his arms around your waist, squeezing you even closer so he can fully enjoy your proximity. Especially now that he was not sure if he could ever feel you again.

He knows you are right. However, he can’t promise that he will remember your words the next time Harry Potter crosses his path.

“And you are stunningly beautiful”, Draco whispers softly, running his free hand up your back to your head, which he then guides towards your face. Gently placing his lips on yours, the feeling almost overwhelms him. He does not see how he could ever live without you, or your kisses.

Breaking the kiss for a moment, he takes your hands in his and kisses your knuckles and the back of your hand like a true gentleman, leaving a soft kiss on any scar he finds. While you noticed that something was going on in his mind, he also noticed that something was wrong with you. It took him a moment to realize that you were feeling insecure about the scars that are now covering your beautiful body.

“Never let anyone tell you otherwise, okay? You are beautiful, inside and outside”, Draco admits honestly, a slight smile on his lips as he speaks against yours. “These scars are just proof of how brave and courageous you are. Proof that you will always get back up, no matter what.”

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angelwonie · 2 years

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CHERRY CHAPSTICK || hwang hyunjin

PAIRING: hyunjin x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 8.9k

SUMMARY: being hopelessly in love with your best friend is bad enough in itself, but when you decide to spontaneously kiss him at a party and he kisses you back — that's when it gets complicated. or maybe it's not complicated at all.

GENRE(S): smut, fluff, childhood friends to lovers, mutual pining

WARNINGS: smut [unprotected sex, fingering, praise, manhandling, use of petnames], consumption of alcohol, hyunjin is a simp

happy birthday deni @cosmic-railwayxo my gf!! i love you so much and i hope you like this gift babe

It’s not all that difficult to pretend Hwang Hyunjin is your friend.

Okay, clarification – Hwang Hyunjin is, in fact, your friend. For real. No pretending is required. You suppose that’s a given after he’s been by your side for the past seven or so years. And through all those years, he has time after time proved himself to be the shoulder you can lean on no matter what. Which means that your friendship is perfect.

In a perfect friendship, there is no room for secrets, though. No facades or lies. So maybe it’s not a perfect friendship, after all. At least not on your part. Because you do keep secrets from Hyunjin. One secret, actually. One thing you can never tell him, no matter how badly you want him to know, just because you’re way too scared of losing him.

The fact that you’re madly in love with him.

Your best friend. Hwang fucking Hyunjin. It’s the most annoying thing ever. Only you are unlucky enough to fall for the one person you shouldn’t fall for.

Your self-pitying is cut short when you hear your phone buzz and the phone caller ID shows up on the screen. Of course, it’s Hyunjin. You sigh, rolling out of bed as you pick up.

“Hello?”

“Hey, I’m outside,” He greets you. “Are you ready?”

Ready? It takes your brain a second or two to process what he just said and then it hits you. You’re supposed to meet up with your friends and go to an art museum together. One look at the clock on the wall tells you you’re already running late – you’re supposed to meet them at the museum at 1pm, which means you have less than twenty minutes left. And you’re still in your pajamas.

“Uh,” You bite your lip, frantically searching for a shirt to wear as you hear Hyunjin giggle through the phone. That alone makes you smile despite your situation – he’s got such a pretty laugh. If you could, you’d record it and listen to it every night before going to sleep.

“It was a rhetorical question,” He says. “I know you just woke up. Just hurry up, okay? It’s cold out here, so wear a jacket.”

“Okay.”

He hangs up and you’re left smiling, not only because of his laugh, but also because he cared enough to tell you to put on a jacket. Of course, he did, you mentally scold yourself, because he’s your friend, dumbass. You put your clothes on quickly so as not to keep Hyunjin waiting for too long and apply your cherry Chapstick – the one you've been using ever since Hyunjin mentioned cherries were his favorite fruit.

You walk out the door with your jacket slung around your shoulders around ten minutes later.

He’s leaning against the wall of your apartment building, looking down at his phone with his black hair falling into his eyes in a way that looks totally planned, because there's just no way those hair strands arrange themselves like that naturally. What is he, pretending to be a model because God forbid if one day passes without some random girl asking for his number? You scoff a little too loudly at the thought, and it makes his head snap up, eyes meeting yours as he puts his phone in his pocket.

“Finally,” He drawls, dramatically as always, as the two of you start walking in the direction of the bus stop. It’s automatic now – when you’re going somewhere, you always take the bus together. “I would’ve freezed to death had you taken any longer.”

“Oh, shut up,” You nudge him with your elbow, smiling when he lets out an all too loud ‘ouch’, rubbing his arm like you just punched him with all your might. “Why are you so excited about this, anyway? Haven’t you been to that museum, like, seventy times?”

“So?” He furrows his brows. “It’s still refreshing to look at paintings, even if you've seen them thousands of times. Art is timeless, you know.”

You hold back a smile. Hyunjin really has a way with words. You don’t think you’ve ever heard anybody talk the way he does – like the whole world lies in the palm of his hand but he doesn’t realize it. But maybe that’s just your own feelings talking. Either way, the way he speaks is one of the things you love most about him, and so, it has simultaneously become one of the things you have to pretend to hate.

“And there you go with that hopelessly romantic talk again,” You’ve reached the bus station, so you stop walking, and so does Hyunjin.

The air’s not as cold as Hyunjin had claimed, but with how much wind there is, you don’t regret putting on a jacket at all. You lean against the bus stop sign, eyes darting to look at Hyunjin as you wait. He’s deep in thought, you realize, with his hands buried deep in his pockets and his gaze scanning the area like he hasn’t seen it a billion times before. He really does find beauty in everything, you think to yourself. The wind ruffles Hyunjin’s hair and he closes his eyes to feel the breeze – a simple act yet it’s enough to make you question whether you’ve got a hopelessly romantic mindset, too.

Maybe you only have that when it comes to him. Is that even possible? You suppose it’s just as possible as falling in love with your best friend – unlikely, but not impossible at all. You’re living proof of that.

The bus arrives and Hyunjin looks back subtly as he’s entering to make sure you’re following. It’s sweet. He’s sweet. Oh, what a tragedy this whole thing is. Probably even more tragic than those Shakespeare books you read unwillingly because Hyunjin said they were his favorites.

The bus is almost empty, so you plop down next to Hyunjin in some of the front seats. Your leg bumps into his accidentally and you snatch it back far too quickly, but he doesn’t seem to notice, glancing out of the window, tapping his fingers on his thigh to some tune. For a while, you look at his movements, trying to figure out what song he’s playing, but you give up soon enough when you can’t seem to recognize it. It’s way too early for that kind of thinking, anyway.

“We’re here,” You say when you arrive at your stop, well aware that Hyunjin knows it. That’s just another part of your routine, you guess. He picks you up, looks back when you enter the bus and you announce the stations for him even though he’s got it memorized. “They’re angry we’re late, aren’t they?”

“Probably,” He sighs. “I’ll just tell them the bus was late.”

It feels like your whole heart swells up at his words. Yes, Hyunjin knows you don’t like to get blamed for things and yes, he’s your best friend, so it would seem that it’s only natural he tells a white lie to save your ass.

Except Hyunjin doesn’t tell lies. He’s like the god of honesty or something, because you swear, all these years you know him, you’ve never heard him tell a lie. Not even when he and Changbin were planning your birthday party – when you asked him why he was busy, he told you straight up he was choosing what cake to buy. Changbin pretty much beat him up for that, and yet he did the same exact thing the year after that. Now there’s no beating up at stake and he’s willing to cover for you?

“Why would you do that?” You mumble to yourself as you walk behind him, the museum coming into view.

“Just ‘cause,” He says as you catch up to him, and you realize he must’ve heard you. “It’ll take up our time if they start whining about it. I’d rather look at paintings than hear them complain for half an hour.”

Ah. There it is. The reason he’s willing to lie. Of course, it’s because of the paintings, you should’ve known. He’s obsessed with them, after all. See, this is where having purely platonic feelings for Hyunjin would’ve been a major win. It would’ve been so much less painful if you weren’t getting your hopes up each time he did something remotely affectionate – you would’ve simply thought of them as friendly acts, not signs of his undying love for you. Guess you really are like Hyunjin, after all, if not a romantic, at least you’re hopeless.

“Good point,” You say, voice faltering just a bit.

After that, you just walk alongside him in silence until you reach the museum. As expected, your friends are standing out front, some of them talking loudly in between each other, and others smoking cigarettes. The smoke reaches you when you walk closer, and from the corner of your eye, you can glimpse how Hyunjin scrunches his nose up in disgust at the smell. Cute, you think to yourself, letting out a soft laugh.

“Hyunjin, Y/N,” Changbin is the first one to spot you, and soon every one of your friends is looking in your direction. “What the hell took you so long?”

“The bus didn’t arrive on time,” Hyunjin says instantly.

You look at him and he sends you a soft smile – one that drowns out the sound of Changbin’s annoyed voice and makes you zone out for just enough time to make Minho grab your wrist and pull you inside, muttering something about ‘wasting time’ under his breath. The two of you enter the museum first and show your tickets to the staff and stand in the hallway, waiting for the others.

“You’re making it obvious, you know,” Minho says as you smile in Hyunjin’s direction, and it makes you turn to him with a confused expression. “That you like him. It’s only a matter of time before he realizes it, too.”

You sigh in defeat. There’s no use in lying to him, he’s got you all figured out already, so instead, you just mumble a small ‘I really hope he doesn't’ and glare at him when he chuckles.

“You shouldn’t look this depressed even before he’s rejected you,” He comments and you scoff. Like he has any idea what it’s like to be in love with your fucking best friend. “What do you know, maybe he likes you, too.”

You roll your eyes at the way Minho wiggles his eyebrows at you, but you don’t get to do much more than that because all of a sudden all of your friends are there. Hyunjin is there, too, his shoulder brushes against yours when he stands next to you. How do you know that it’s him before you even turn to look at him? You have no idea, but you can just kind of tell the warmth you’re feeling is radiated by him. And it turns out to be true when you turn your head to the side, almost losing the ability to breathe when you’re met with his gaze already set on you.

He looks beautiful even in the poor lighting provided by the lamps above his head, eyes shining with this light they only hold when he’s surrounded by what he loves the most. Art. You can tell he’s happy even though he’s not smiling or laughing. It’s silent, his happiness, but for someone like you, someone who’s spent years looking at him, learning how to read him, it’s evident nonetheless.

“Someone’s happy,” You hum to Hyunjin after your friends have vanished to look at the erotic paintings, giggling like school girls and boys.

“Them? Yeah, they’re really enjoying this.”

“I meant you,” You follow him when he slowly walks to look at one of the paintings, examining it. His brows furrow and his jaw is set when he’s focused, and right now is no exception. “One would think you just won a million dollars from the way you’re skipping around.”

You don’t say that you think it’s adorable or that if it were up to you, you would come here every day just to see his eyes sparkle like that. His stare leaves the painting when you utter those words, moving to look at you with an expression you can’t figure out. Which is weird, because you know exactly how to read Hwang Hyunjin. Usually. But now, his eyes are a little widened, his lip pulled between his teeth, fingers tapping his hip like he doesn’t really know what to do with his hands. It stresses you out a little and makes your heart jump in your chest because you could swear for a moment his gaze fans down to your lips.

This only lasts a second or so, though, because soon enough, he turns his attention back to the painting in front of him. No words, no nothing. You walk a little closer, feeling kind of hurt that he’s so uninterested in holding a conversation. Maybe he senses something is wrong, or maybe his timing is just perfect, because not even a minute later, you hear him gasp quietly, shuffling next to you.

“Look,” He says just as you’re about to ask him what’s going on, and you turn around to look out of the window like him. You immediately recognize the vehicle you’re met with, a smile slowly spreading itself over your face. “It’s that food truck you mentioned last weekend, isn’t it? The one with the hamburgers you wanted to try”

“Yeah, it is.” You grin wider. He remembered. You were rambling about that food truck while he was trying to finish his homework, so you didn’t really expect him to listen. But he did.

“Let’s go, then,” He smiles, eyes still trained on the vehicle and sparkling.

“Wait-” You start, but before you can say anything else, his fingers wrap around your wrist and he drags you through the hall in a hurry. The paintings surrounding you start to blur when he starts running, his hand tugging at yours and forcing you to pick up the pace, too. He runs out the door and you shiver when the cool air hits your skin – now you’re really regretting leaving your jacket in the dressing room. Sensing your slight hesitation, Hyunjin whips his head around to look at you for a moment, before pulling at your hand again and jogging up to the food truck,

You’re left catching your breath as he orders something, just now realizing that you left all your friends behind at the museum. Hyunjin seems pretty unbothered, though, handing the seller his card, his cheeks a little red – probably from the cold air or all the running. You’re a hundred meters away from the museum now, and surely, your friends have noticed your absence, but you can’t really bring yourself to worry about that when you see the satisfied smile on Hyunjin’s face as the seller hands him his order.

It’s only then that you notice his hand is still holding onto yours, and you pull it back so quickly you hit your thumb on your thigh. It hurts a little, but the pain is dull compared to how fast your heart hammers against your chest – it’s like when you’ve run a few laps too much around the stadium, and it makes you feel dizzy and nauseous as hell. Hyunjin sends you an inquiring look, but you avert your gaze, waiting as he takes the order from the man inside the truck.

You’re so stupid. What if he understands you like him now? What if you’ve just ruined everything? You can’t act this weird. You’re supposed to be his best friend. But a friend wouldn’t react like this to his hand touching yours.

“Let’s sit,” You say this as he walks closer to you, partly to break the tension, but mostly because he’s making you nervous with the way he’s eyeing you cautiously like he’s trying to look into your soul and find out all your secrets. “There’s a table over here.”

You plop down on the chair furthest away from Hyunjin, even though it sparks up a feeling of guilt in your stomach. He might look like he doesn’t notice this – to someone that doesn’t know him, at least. But you do know him, and you can see how his jaw tightens, gaze a little absent. You can basically see the thoughts racing through his mind. You wonder if one of them has the suspicion that you like him.

“You realize we can’t go back inside after running out like that? Our tickets are in Lisa’s bag,” You say after a while, breaking the awkward silence. You don’t want it to be awkward. Not with him. So the best thing is to just pretend nothing happened. Essentially, you think, nothing did. “You won’t get to look at your precious paintings.”

Hyunjin shrugs and his gaze softens. “You said it yourself, I've seen them a million times before.”

You nod, reminded of the hamburger in your hand. It’ll get cold at this rate, you realize, and bite into it, mostly because you don’t know what else to say to Hyunjin. The food is great, though, so you’re thankful he brought you here. And thankful he remembered. But instead of thanking him, you’re acting like a crazy person – all because you’ve got this stupidly huge crush on him and everything he does makes your heart beat faster. Even though he probably only means it in a friendly way.

Wow, this is getting impressive. At this point, you’re just friend-zoning yourself so he won’t have to.

“Is it good?”

“What?” You look up at him with your mouth full of food. Hyunjin’s lips quirk upward, and it makes you want to die as you swallow. Why do these things always happen to you, of all people?

“The hamburger. Was it worth it?”

“Oh,” You say, this time making sure there’s no salad between your teeth. “Yeah. It’s really good.”

“Good. Let’s go then, if you’re done eating,” He smiles and stands up. Looking down at the lack of hamburger wrapping in his hands, you realize he didn’t buy anything for himself at the food truck, and it makes you knit your brows together in confusion. Why did he run all the way here, then? Especially when he could’ve stayed inside and admired those paintings he’s always gushing about instead?

You stand up, too, but as you take the first step in Hyunjin’s direction you basically trip over your feet. Or, as it turns out once you lower your gaze, your untied shoelaces. “Shit.”

Hyunjin interrupts your intentions of tying them by kneeling down himself, making you freeze in place as his fingers come up to tie the laces. You don’t say anything – just look at him from above, the way he moves his fingers swiftly, the way his muscles flex when he does it, and the way he needs to shield his eyes from the sun as he stands up (way too soon, according to you), flashing you a smile. It’s genuine and cute – one of the rare times he’s not laughing at you or smiling because the situation requires it.

“You should be more careful. Not tying your shoelaces is dangerous, especially for clumsy people like you.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, but you don't really get to react in any other way because suddenly, your friends jump out from behind the corner of the building you ran away from, crying out when they spot you. They’ve been looking for you, that much you can gather, but your eyes linger on Hyunjin, and Hyunjin only.

Vaguely, you can hear how they’re complaining about you and him ‘leaving them out’, but you can’t really focus on the words spilling out of their mouths, mind occupied with replaying the picture of Hyunjin tying your shoes earlier, the way his smile made you weak in the knees. You seriously need to stop thinking about him this way.

But you can’t. Not when you’re so hopelessly in love with him.

—

Parties aren't really Hyunjin’s thing.

Of course, he enjoys spending time with his friends, and he doesn't really mind hanging out as a group and drinking. But these kinds of parties – sweaty bodies everywhere, all too loud music and cheap alcohol mixed with the sight of people hooking up in the open – he genuinely despises. There are way too many people and way too little space.

You don't feel the same way about parties. That much is obvious from how you're dancing with Changbin in the middle of the living room belonging to someone whose name Hyunjin doesn't remember. You’re on your third, maybe fourth, drink already, but who’s really counting. Except for Hyunjin, of course. Your laugh is louder than usual, it reaches his ears even though he’s standing a couple meters away, hiding in a corner. He’d never admit it, but the only reason he ever comes to these godforsaken parties is because you beg him to. And because, usually, he has to drive you home afterward.

He doesn’t mind it as much as he pretends to, though.

“Hyunjin!”

Your words are slurred as you fall into his arms suddenly, but it’s a miracle you even managed to spot him in that state of yours. He crunches his nose in disgust at the reek of alcohol surrounding you and pushes you away from him so he can grab at your shoulders. The way you pout is cute, he thinks and shakes his head immediately as if that’s going to get rid of his dumb thoughts. His eyes fan down to your outfit – the all-too-low cleavage of your top and the short skirt that hugs your hips. It’s shameful how his pants feel too tight all of a sudden, so he averts his gaze. He’s too late, though, because you already noticed.

“Do I look pretty?” You ask him and swirl around, like what he needs right now is to get a better look at your legs. It takes all in him to keep his eyes on the back of your head until you turn around to face him again.

“You look drunk,” He replies, albeit not very convincingly due to the light shiver in his tone, holding your arm tighter when you almost trip over your own feet.

“I’m not drunk,” You protest, but lean into his touch nonetheless. The way he holds you against his chest when someone tries to pass by leaves your heart pounding at a dangerously fast speed and makes you feel a little lightheaded. That has nothing to do with the fact that you’re drunk, though. But the words you let escape your mouth after that do. “I like it when you hold me like this.”

Due to the alcohol in your system, you don’t really realize what you’ve said, but Hyunjin does. And it feels like his heart is about to beat out of his chest. He hopes you can’t hear it, because god, how embarrassing would that be? Here he is, feeling nervous over something you said while being both drunk and his friend. It’s natural for friends to like hugging each other. Right?

“Aren’t you gonna say anything?” Hyunjin can feel how you lean more of your weight on him, your smiling face a little too close to his own. He can hear your breathing clearly now, and the hand that holds onto his shoulder for support is burning his skin. “You’re lucky you look so cute right now or I would’ve gotten real mad at you.”

His breath hitches, but he doesn’t think you notice. Or maybe you do. He can’t really tell in this poor lighting and with the way your thigh rests between his legs. It’s distracting. You are distracting.

“But, then again,” You lean so close to him that your noses almost touch and he can feel your hot breath on his lips. “You always look cute. When you’re focused and you furrow your brows. When you’re looking at paintings and your eyes light up. Even when you’re scolding me and your jaw is set, I find it cute. Because you’re doing it out of concern for me. You’re always so nice to me. Always so sweet. It’s not all that weird that I fell in love with you, actually.”

That’s when it all slows down. It’s like the world outside is nonexistent. His eyes are wide, and he’s pretty sure his hands are starting to shake. He looks at you – your wide smile, the way your gaze drops to his lips for a second longer than appropriate, and how you’re tilting your head to the side. You’re going to kiss him, he realizes. You’ve just told him you like him and now you’re going to kiss him. He can feel your warm hand rest on his chest and he wants nothing more than to pull you closer, even though he shouldn’t.

What he should do is push you away. Tell you you’re way too drunk and you won’t remember any of this tomorrow. But he doesn’t. Because there's still that part of him that reminds him you haven’t even drunk that much, that you’re completely aware of your actions. It’s still you – your sparkling eyes, soft hair that smells of strawberries, and touch that drives him insane no matter how innocent it is. His best friend. The girl he’s in love with.

When your lips press against his, Hyunjin knows he wouldn’t be able to pull away even if he wanted to.

You taste of whiskey and cherries, the latter presumably from the chapstick you’ve been using for the past couple of years – the one Hyunjin has been dying to know the taste of for a shameful amount of time. It’s even better than he expected. Your hands are in his hair, and his fingers rest against the bare skin of your stomach, spreading goosebumps all over it. Experimentally, he urges you to open your mouth and when you do, he lets his tongue slip inside.

He pulls you closer, and you sigh contentedly into his mouth in response, pulling at his hair. It feels so good – feeling his lips on yours after only having imagined what it would be like to kiss him. And he’s kissing you back, just as fervently. It’s like a dream come true. You slip your hands under his shirt, way too drunk on him to even think about where you are and that you’ve just confessed your love for your best friend. Alcohol is good for something, after all, you suppose.

Feeling your fingers trace his abdominal muscles brings Hyunjin back to reality, and as much as he wants to let you touch him, he remembers you’re at a party. And there’s alcohol in your system. This is wrong. There’s no guarantee you even meant what you said, or if you’ll remember it tomorrow. So, as much as he doesn’t want to, he pushes you away.

“You need to go home, Y/N,” He says upon seeing your confused expression. “You’re drunk.”

For a moment, none of you move. You’re just staring at him with your lips swollen from kissing, pupils wide, and Hyunjin thinks you must be the most beautiful person alive. But there’s a hint of pain hidden in your eyes when he meets them and it sparks up guilt in his stomach. He wants to hug you, but he doesn’t. You’re drunk and overreacting. Tomorrow, if you even remember anything at all, you’ll be thankful he saved your friendship from going under. Because there’s no way you’re actually in love with him, after all.

“Come on, let’s get you home, alright?” He wants to grab your hand, but you pull away.

There’s no reason for you to be this upset. He’s drunk, you’re drunk, it happens. And so it’s only natural he wants to pretend nothing happened. You’re best friends, after all. But it still hurts and the alcohol still flowing through your veins only urges you to speak your mind.

“If you didn’t want to kiss me, you could’ve just said so.”

And before you can think twice, you leave him standing there and ask Minho to drive you home. He doesn’t ask any questions and you’re thankful for that.

Right now, it doesn’t feel like you have any answers.

—

You’ve never avoided Hyunjin before.

Not when you were mad at him for listening in on a fight you had with your mom, and not after he caught you making out with his best friend in high school. Sure, both you and him got mad sometimes, but you’d always talk it out. Or, as it would be more accurate to say, he would talk, and slowly, but surely, you’d come to realize there was no reason to be mad. And everything would be back to normal.

But the thing is – this time you’re not mad. Just embarrassed. And scared. Really fucking scared. And since Hyunjin is the source of those intrusive emotions, your smart brain came up with the idea of avoiding him until you magically fall out of love with him and will be able to tell him that the kiss was a mistake you regret making.

It’s a horrible plan, really. But it’s all you’ve got.

And it works just fine for, like, thirteen hours. Out of which you slept ten.

In the morning, Hyunjin calls you, but you ignore it. He doesn’t call again, probably coming to the conclusion that you’re still asleep. Then, you skip class to avoid him. Stupid move, because that just makes him send you even more messages, asking you if everything’s alright. And the worst part is, you want to respond to them. You really do. This is Hyunjin, after all. Your best friend. You’re missing him already. Why did you have to be so stupid and kiss him? You could’ve just let him live in ignorant bliss and saved your friendship, but instead, you chose this. You really are stupid.

All in all, dodging his calls and skipping class is manageable, but you can’t really keep avoiding him when he quite literally grabs your hand as you’re on the way to the bathroom, pulling you into some empty classroom.

“What are you–” You begin to say, but he cuts you off.

“You’re avoiding me,” It’s not a question. His gaze is hard and you look down – partially because you’re ashamed, but mostly because you’re afraid that if you look at his handsome face you’re just going to start crying, reminded of how he pushed you away yesterday. “Why?”

That is a question, but it’s so dumb it makes you scoff. Does he really not know why you’re avoiding him or is he just playing dumb? It seems pretty simple to you – you told him you like him, he rejected you, and now avoiding him is easier than facing the truth. But he doesn’t appear to understand that, eyebrows raised as he eyes you cautiously.

“Why?” He asks again, and so you cave.

“Because,” You lock eyes with him and feel all those emotions you felt at the party all over again. “I told you I liked you yesterday. So now I’m embarrassed to even look at you.”

Silence falls over the room after you say that, your fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt as you wait for him to say something. Anything.

“You were drunk,” He sighs after a while. “I didn’t take it seriously. You don’t need to be embarrassed, so let’s just forget it ever happened if that’s what you want.”

One second passes. Then two. He thinks you weren’t serious. That’s amazing news – it means you can just lie about it and never talk about it with him ever again – so why don’t you feel relieved? If anything, it makes you feel even more miserable. Because maybe – just maybe – you’d hoped he’d say he’s in love with you too. Or at least that he’d take you seriously, because, fuck, this is serious. And honestly, lying about it for another seven years seems worse than telling him right now and getting it over with.

“I meant it,” The words fall off your tongue suddenly – an outburst of feelings you hadn’t originally intended to share. “What I said yesterday. I wasn’t even that drunk, that was just an excuse.”

You suck in a breath. One. Two. Three. It’s fine; you’re fine. Just say it. You can’t exactly back off now, either way. Hyunjin’s expression is unreadable, but that might just be your heart banging in your ears so hard you can’t focus on anything else. Okay. You can do this.

“I’m in love with you, Hyunjin. I’ve been in love with you since I can remember. It was bound to slip out sooner or later, I guess. This just kinda makes me wish it happened later.”

There. You said it.

Hyunjin’s face remains unchanged, only a small spark in his eyes indicating he heard you. A few strands of his hair fall into his forehead, but he doesn’t push them away. It’s like he wants you to step forward and do it yourself. You don’t have the courage to do that, though. Instead, you just stand there and look at him until he decides to say something.

“Why?”

His voice is soft and welcoming, so you reply right away.

“Because you don’t feel the same way about me. And I’m scared nothing’s gonna be the same between us after this.”

He looks at you and it feels like he’s staring right into your soul. Though you suppose he wouldn’t need any special powers to do that, since you basically exposed all of yourself to him right now. He’s only silent for three or four seconds, but it feels like years as you’re standing there. You’re in the chemistry classroom, you realize, so if you were to run away now you could just say you were afraid a professor would catch you. You never get that far, though, because, at that moment, Hyunjin decides to finally speak.

“You always do that, you know,” You furrow your brows, but he only smiles shyly. In surprise, you notice how his cheeks are tinted light pink. He’s blushing. You haven’t seen him blush since, like, sixth grade, when your mom called him handsome. “Jump to conclusions. I pushed you away yesterday because I didn’t want you to do anything you would regret later. Like drunkenly kiss your best friend that is hopelessly in love with you and give him false hope.”

It takes a minute for his words to sink in, but when they do, it feels surreal. Is he saying what you think he’s saying? He must notice your confused expression, because he walks closer and leans his face down so it’s parallel to yours.

“I’m in love with you, too, stupid,” His nose touches yours and you shiver. “Did you really think I would’ve gone to that food truck if it weren’t for you?”

You giggle as if trying to hide the way your heart is doing loops inside of your chest. “The hamburgers really weren’t that good.”

“I knew you were lying.” He smiles, tilting his head to the side. You can feel his breath on your face, his eyes sparkling in the poor lighting of the lamp above your head. When his hands settle on your waist, you feel like you’re about to float into the air. “Can I kiss you?”

There’s no hesitation when you nod and that’s all the convincing Hyunjin needs. He leans forward to close the space that is dividing you from him and presses his lips to yours softly – carefully, as if not to hurt you. His tongue swipes across your lower lip and you hold onto his shoulders like you’re afraid your knees will give out. The kiss, his hand settling on your cheek to caress the skin, the softness of his lips – it's perfect. All of it.

Until suddenly, the door flies open and you jump away from him like you just burned yourself.

“What are you guys doing here?”

Hyunjin’s fingers leave your waist, and it makes you look toward the person that interrupted your moment. You start fixing your clothing awkwardly as you lock eyes with Changbin, whose gaze flicks from you to Hyunjin and back again, before the realization hits him and he audibly gasps, covering his mouth with the palm of his hand.

“Oh my god,” His dramatic tone makes you roll your eyes, but really, you can feel your whole body heating up. “You’re hooking up and you didn’t tell me?”

“We’re not ‘hooking up’,” You’re not looking at Hyunjin but you just know he’s scrunching his nose up in distaste. “We’re… figuring things out.”

“Well, maybe you should figure them out somewhere else, because I have class here in three minutes.”

Changbin sounds amused, and you can see from the corner of your eye how Hyunjin glares at him before taking your hand in his and leaving the classroom. You’ve almost arrived at the dorms by the time it hits you that he’s actually holding your hand. Hwang Hyunjin is holding your hand. And not just loosely, like he’s done since you met him when dragging you off somewhere – no, this time, he’s deliberate about it, interlacing his fingers with yours and walking right next to you.

The warmth you feel settle in your chest isn’t just because of the temperature change that occurs as you walk into his dorm, that’s for sure.

“Minho’s not here?” You ask, looking around. You’ve been here plenty of times as Hyunjin’s friend, but this feels different somehow. It doesn’t exactly help your nervousness that the dorm is empty, except for you and him.

“Went out with his girlfriend, I think,” Hyunjin lets go of your hand to pull his sweater over his head, probably noticing the change in temperature like you. Maybe it’s stupid, but you can’t help the way your eyes linger a little too long on the stripe of skin that is exposed when he unintentionally drags his shirt up with the sweater, your brain going into overdrive when you see how his muscles flex as he drags it down to cover his stomach again. Unfortunately, it seems that this doesn’t go unnoticed by Hyunjin. “Are you uncomfortable or something? Because if you need time to think this over or something, I’m okay with that.”

“What?” You look up to meet his gaze, feeling your face heat up. “No, I don’t, I was just… Thinking about how I like your kitchen.”

You’re fucking stupid. You could’ve said anything – literally anything – but you chose this? And just like you fear, Hyunjin notices your embarrassment, and you can clearly tell from the look he’s giving you that he’s got you all figured out already. That’s one of the disadvantages of falling in love with your best friend, you suppose.

“You’ve seen my kitchen, like, a thousand times,” He points out and you send him a glare when he purposefully leans on the counter so his muscles are even more visible. “I don’t think you’ve seen my bedroom, though.”

Your heart jumps up to your throat as his eyes scan your body, lip pulled between his teeth. It’s not like him to be so straightforward, and you can see how his cheeks are turning pink from what he just said. Cute. That makes you feel a little less nervous, though your heart still pounds against your chest when you walk closer to him, grabbing hold of his shirt to press your lips to his.

His touch is warm when he wraps his arms around you, his mouth moving against yours slowly. He’s taking his time, a sigh escaping past his lips as he parts them, letting your tongues interlace. You’re the one to start walking towards his bedroom, fingers pulling at his hair and he helps you open the door. His hand feels warm on your waist when he pulls away from the kiss to rest his lips against your cheek and sit down on his bed, pulling you along.

Situating yourself in his lap, you connect your lips to his again, but he doesn’t let you ravish in his taste for too long before he starts pressing kisses against your jaw. It’s not like you mind, but you grind your hips against him in revenge nonetheless, noticing how his grip on your waist tightens and he sucks down on the skin on your neck, making you moan out softly. One of his hands works to unzip your jacket and push it off your shoulders, the other slipping under your shirt and sending shivers down your spine.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, you know,” His fingers trace your skin slowly and the sound of his voice when he rests his mouth against your shoulder – all raspy and quiet – is enough to have your underwear soaking through faster. If he thinks you want to stop now, he’s insane.

“I want to,” He looks up at you with hooded eyes, smiling when he lifts your shirt over your head. Then, his hands come up to slide your jeans off and you help him by lifting your legs a little, now sitting down on his bulge with only your panties and his sweats dividing you from feeling all of him. He drags your hips along his experimentally and you whimper quietly, feeling how you’re soaking through your panties and probably onto the fabric of his pants. “I want you, please.”

His eyes grow a little wider at your words and you help him unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the ground. You whine when his fingers find their way between your legs, rubbing against the fabric of your panties softly. Wriggling in his lap to create friction, you hold onto his shoulders and he gives in quickly, pushing your panties to the side so he can press his palm against your clit and rub it, eliciting a moan from you.

“You’re so wet,” He mumbles against your shoulder, pressing kisses to it as he starts dragging his fingers through your folds, all while the palm of his hand keeps rubbing against your clit. “And so pretty.”

Your fingers work to get rid of his shirt, and he helps you by lifting your hands. This makes you whine at the loss of contact between his fingers and your pussy, but he only smiles as he brings it back between your legs, rubbing against your heat agonizingly slowly. You buck your hips into his hand to feel more, but that only causes him to retract it, looking at you disapprovingly.

“You’re so annoying,” You groan at him, feeling your pussy throb, hungry for his touch. “Can’t you just-”

But you don’t get to finish that sentence as he pushes two of his fingers inside of you, making you gasp loudly and hold onto him tighter. He starts pumping them in and out of you, stretching you out so well and making you squirm in his grip, your breath uneven. You’d expected him to start off slowly, but he doesn’t – he buries himself knuckles deep inside of you and his thumb rubs your clit in a steady rhythm. The kisses he litters all over your collarbones are soft – a contrast to the way he’s fucking you with his fingers that – as you notice upon looking down between your bodies – are glistening with your arousal.

“Feels good, baby?” He asks, and you clench around his fingers in response, burying your head in the crook of his neck.

He starts pushing his fingers in and out of you faster, hitting that spot that makes your toes curl and makes you moan his name. It’s getting hard to keep yourself up now as you’re approaching your orgasm, Hyunjin’s hand grabbing at your tits while the other makes you clench around him repeatedly. Your thighs are starting to shake, that familiar feeling of pleasure stirring up in your stomach. The feeling of his hard cock poking into your thigh doesn’t help at all, only serving for your moans to grow louder when he rubs your clit faster, more precisely.

The sound of your pussy squelching with arousal as he drives them into you fills the room along with the moans you let out into his ear, and you feel his cock growing harder from underneath his sweats. Even though it’s difficult to gather your thoughts enough to think of anything else other than how good he’s making you feel, you manage to bring your hand to palm him through his sweats, which earns you an even quicker pace of his fingers that’s making you see stars.

“Fuck, do that again,” He moans and you comply, grabbing his dick through his sweats and making his hips buck into your hand. You whimper at that, tightening around his fingers, nails digging into his biceps. “Want to fuck that pretty pussy of yours so bad. You want me to, don’t you?”

You nod frantically, pushing your hips further down on his fingers and moaning his name with each movement. You’re so close now, clenching around him like crazy, pretty much bouncing on his fingers to feel him deeper. He brings you to the edge quickly, continuing to rub your clit as you cum, soaking his fingers with your slick and moaning in a way that would’ve made you feel embarrassed if it weren’t for how lost in the pleasure you are.

“Oh my god,” You breathe out when he retracts his fingers, licking them clean of your juices.

He looks up at you worriedly. “Are you oka-”

You cut him off by kissing him, opening your mouth, and swallowing his moans when you palm him through his sweats again. He slips his tongue inside your mouth, and groans when he gets a taste of your cherry chapstick – he wants to bottle up that sensation and replay it every night. Your hands move to slide his pants down, and you grind down on his dick, now only divided from you with his thin boxers.

“I want you, please, Hyunjin,” You’re way past getting embarrassed, begging him without even batting an eyelash. “Want your cock.”

His worried gaze turns lewd, and he helps you pull his boxers down, letting his cock spring free. The sight is mouthwatering, and you know he notices you staring from the way his lips quirk upward in a soft smile, reminding you exactly why you’re in love with this man. He pulls you into his lap again, so close that your tits are pressed against his chest and his cock rests against your clit. You whine when he drags it through your folds, soaking it in your juices but not really creating any friction.

“You’re so impatient,” He coos, positioning himself at your entrance and pushing just the tip in, causing you to clench around nothing. “You want my cock, princess? Want me to fuck you stupid?”

“Mhmm, please.”

Hyunjin smiles, grip tightening on your hips as he pushes you down on his cock, a moan leaving your mouth when he enters you fully. It’s painful only for a few seconds – then, feel the throb in your pussy grow again and so you start moving up and down slowly, moaning softly each time you sink down on his cock. He’s biting his lip, watching your movements, and letting his hands come up to play with your tits.

You push your chest out into his hands, bouncing up and down on his cock and feeling your walls suck him in tightly like you don’t want him to ever pull out. And you don’t. It feels so good to have him inside of you – you can feel every bit of his dick clearly and he looks really hot, with his eyes half-closed and a sheepish smile on his features, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“You look so pretty fucking yourself on my cock,” How he manages to look so angelic while saying that, brushing your hair away from your face, and at the same time making you clench around him frantically, you don’t know. “Wish I’d fucked you sooner, princess.”

His words make you whimper, and you feel your thighs burn from the way you’re bouncing on his cock already. You hold onto him, but it doesn’t stop your legs from shaking and you whine, annoyed.

Hyunjin’s hands move to your hips when he sees you struggling, and you whimper a little when he lifts them with ease before pushing you down on his cock again. It’s a whole different sensation when he does it. He’s fucking you much harder now, driving into you from a deeper angle that makes you see stars, legs giving out completely, and letting him do all the work. Hyunjin doesn’t seem to mind that, though, small groans leaving his lips as he helps you ride him.

“You’re so fucking pretty, baby,” He whispers and presses a kiss to your jaw, not slowing down in the slightest. “My pretty girl.”

You’re feeling a little dizzy from both the praise and the way he’s hitting all the right spots, fingers probably leaving marks on your skin from how he’s holding onto you, ravishing in the way you whimper his name with each roll of his hips. You can feel the knot in your stomach tighten yet again, and there’s no way you’re going to last much longer with the way he’s splitting you open on his cock.

“Fuck, Hyunjin, I-” The words die down in your throat as he keeps rutting into you, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when his dick hits the spot that makes you curl your toes in pleasure repeatedly. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Me too.”

He groans and captures your lips in a kiss as his cock twitches inside of you, the feeling pushing you over the edge and making you clench and unclench around him repeatedly when you cum. He follows not long after, shooting his cum into you and moaning softly at the sensation of your walls sucking him in. You whine when he pulls out, but the sound is soon replaced by a hum of appreciation when he lies down on the bed and pulls you down so your head lies on his chest and he can wrap his arms around you.

“I love you so much,” He says, burying his face in your hair.

You smile. “I love you, too.”

And as you’re left regaining your breath in each other’s arms, Hyunjin still feels the faint taste of your cherry chapstick on his tongue. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

–

You never thought facing your friends after everything that happened would be easy, but it’s safe to say you weren’t expecting to hear party horns go off the moment you entered the cafe at which you decided to meet.

“Congrats on bagging your best friend, Y/N!”

“Are you out of your mind? Be quiet,” You really want to kick Changbin as he shouts that as loud as he can, but you settle on sending an apologetic smile to the people sitting by tables around you and glaring at him instead. Looking to your left, you meet Hyunjin’s gaze, but he doesn’t seem as if he’s about to run away, so you decide that Changbin hasn’t lost his title as your friend just yet. You’re really thankful for the way Hyunjin squeezes your hand reassuringly, winking in your direction – even if it doesn’t exactly help calm your heart down.

“If I were you, I wouldn’t care that much,” Minho comments as the two of you get seated. “Changbin’s pretty much spilled it to everyone, anyway.”

“What?”

“Not everyone,” Changbin protests immediately. “Just a few trusted individuals.”

“A few hundred, you mean,” Minho snickers. “Either way-”

“Stop lying, I literally only told those girls from NCTU-”

“Either way, we just want to say we’re happy for you. Even if this means I’ll have to witness you kiss,” Minho shudders playfully and you can’t help but smile. “You look happy together, and that’s enough for me.”

“Just please don’t break up before spring break,” Changbin adds. “It will make the camping trip so awkward.”

You smile at them, feeling as if a big weight has been lifted off of your shoulders. They’re happy for you. You feel Hyunjin squeeze your hand, and you whip your head around to look into his eyes that sparkle with adoration.

“Don’t worry, I don’t have any plans of letting Y/N get rid of me that easily.”

Butterflies swarm in your stomach, just like they always do when he says something this cheesy and sweet at the same time. You suppose you’ll feel this way for another seven years. And then seven years more. You smile, and he smiles too. He leans down to press a kiss to your lips and you can’t help the way you feel like the happiest girl in the world when your lips move together.

“You guys are so gross.”

Hyunjin laughs as he pulls away, and so do you. Moments like these make it worth waiting seven years to have him.

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