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never going back again - ii

summary: ghost finds himself at the wrong safe house, injured and unable to call for backup

simon ‘ghost’ riley x innocent fem!reader

warnings: mdni (18+), mentions of eating, nightmares, mention of alcohol, mutual pining

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It was the calmest he'd ever been, lounging around the cottage with you near, he wasn't much for conversation but he enjoyed asking you questions, how long you'd lived there,

"3 years next month, I bought it a while back after moving here on a whim"

What you did all day,

"Garden and read, lots of painting, even more cooking"

It was all so foreign to him, the idea of living one day at a time, not worrying about the outside world or whether or not your life was in danger, he'd realized quickly that this was the first time he felt safe in years, even with the looming threat of enemies outside and the lack of contact to his team. It did occur to him that if he didn't reach out eventually he would be labelled MIA, but to a man who wasn't even legally alive, the prospect of never seeing his team again didn't worry him a bit, what did worry him was the burning smell from the kitchen.

"What are you doing in here?"

"I was trying a new recipe, it's harder than it looks" You rush to turn off the stove, quickly pulling the pan from the surface and using a towel to waft the smoke.

"I thought you were good at cooking"

"No I said I liked cooking, not that I was any good" You huff while reaching to open the small window above the sink, allowing the fumes to migrate through the opening.

He leans his hands against the table "It doesn't look that bad"

"You're a terrible liar, has anyone ever told you that"

"Most say I've got a great poker face" He tilts his head, you respond with an unamused haha,

He stands to his full height, moving towards you "Let me"

"Let you what"

"Cook, I'll make dinner"

"Anything's better than this" You nudge towards the pan of burnt food, straightening your clothes before allowing him the step to the stove. You turn to sit at the table, watching as he moves around the kitchen with ease, grabbing ingredients from various spots while you point him toward the proper cabinets.

"Where'd you learn to cook?"

"Had to figure out a way to feed myself once I left home"

"They don't feed you at work?"

"They do, but it's mostly inedible, more nutrient based than anything"

"Did your mum cook?"

He doesn't respond for a moment, leaving you to realize the words that come from your mouth, your smile fading quickly, "I'm sorry I forgot"

"S'alright, she um, she didn't often but some Sundays she'd make a roast, best meal I ever ate"

He turns to you, his gaze soft as you smile slightly in response,

"Well let's hope her skills weren't wasted on you"

He laughs lightly, a real laugh before shaking his head and turning his attention back to the stove. You watch as he prepares the food for a few minutes, reaching across the counter to add spices,

"So what are you making?"

"I am making" He stops his sentence, turning off the stove and twisting to face you, "French toast"

"French toast?"

"I said I could cook, not that I know a lot of recipes"

You cover your mouth as you laugh, your eyes creasing at the sides as he places a plate in front of you,

"Well, it smells great"

The two of you dig into the food, your gaze focused on the plate as you allow him the privacy to lift his mask up slightly, revealing his mouth, falling into a comfortable silence as you eat, Simon smiles to himself as you make a small hum of approval,

"You can't be serious"

"What'd I do?"

"That's like a cup of syrup"

"So?"

"You're teeth are going to rot from your head"

"What if they already have"

You scrunch your face at the thought, "At least it'd explain the mask"

"You don't have to turn away you know"

You make a small huh? in response,

"When I pull on my mask, I don't mind you seeing parts of my face"

"I just assumed"

"I know, but you don't have to turn away"

"Okay" Your voice is smaller, intrigue and confusion mixed into it as you nod. “How’s your cut”

“Healing, thanks to you, still tender”

“Can I” You turn your eyes to his, standing from the table to kneel by his side, his breath catches in his throat as you lower your body, your fingers inches from his stomach.

He nods lightly in permission, lifting his shirt for you and settling it on his lower stomach, your fingers pressing gently on the sides of his wound as you inspect it. His eyes stare at your face, holding back a smile as you bite your lip in concentration, you stand, turning behind to grab some new bandages from the cabinet behind you before returning to your position in front of him.

You brace your fingers against his skin, tugging at his bandage,

“Sorry”

“Doesn’t hurt”

You tilt your head to him and he’s watching you, his eyes locked on your face, your cheeks flush slightly under his stare, turning your attention towards his wound as you dress it, pressing the bandage into his skin. You let your fingers linger for a moment, feeling his stomach rise and fall with each breath before you slowly pull away, standing up and nodding.

“That should do”

“Thank you”

“It’s nothing”

“Thank you” He repeats in a lower, softer voice as he lets his shirt fall into place.

"Any idea when your ear thing will work again?"

"You trying to kick me out?"

"No" You widen your eyes at your quick response, "Just, want to make sure there isn't someone at home missing you"

"There isn't"

You mouth a small oh before turning your gaze toward the window, "It's late, you should rest"

"Right"

There's tension between the two of you, neither wants to leave the others company yet at the same time, neither of you will do anything about it.

"I'll see you in the morning" You smile, passing through the kitchen towards your room and closing the door, leaving Simon alone.

He wakes in a blind panic, the sky outside still dark as he blinks his eyes, turning his head towards your door, he can hear you shouting, rustling around and without thinking he enters the room. Your limbs are twisted between the sheets, jolting around as you mumble, he takes a step back as you sit up, your chest heavy.

You clutch your chest at the sight of him, lurking in the doorframe,

"You scared me"

"You were having a nightmare"

"Yeah, they happen sometimes"

It's then that you notice he's not wearing his mask, the room is dark but there's enough light for you to make out the curve of his nose,

He scratches the back of his head, "Okay" turning to leave,

"Simon"

He lazily turns his gaze back to you, responding with a small hmm.

"Will you stay, it's just"

He cuts you off, "Easier to sleep with someone beside you"

"Please"

"Of course"

You watch as he crosses the room, looming beside your bed as you pull the sheets to cover you, feeling the mattress dip under his weight as he settles in. He lays awkwardly on his back, his arms crossed over his stomach, you watch his chest rise and fall, without thinking you slide your palm against it, your fingers light on the fabric of his shirt as you move closer, pressing your chest against his side and resting your head on his shoulder. He snakes an arm around you, letting you nestle against him as his hand settles gently on your arm, his touch feather-light as he tries to keep a consistent heartbeat.

You must've fallen asleep shortly after, waking to the sun streaming into the room, your limbs tangled between his, both of you had turned in your sleep, his chest now pressed against your back as his arms held snugly against your waist. You can feel his steady breath fan across your neck, his face close enough that the tip of his nose grazes your skin, he's so warm, the sheets on the bed long forgotten in your sleep and the heat coming from him is more than enough.

You reach a hand to his arm, tracing over the lines of his tattoo and you feel him tighten his grip, his stable breaths now ragged as he wakes up. It takes him a moment to realize the position he's in, his brain doing little to comprehend the situation.

"Do you have something in your pocket?"

He pulls from you instantly, jolting upwards and turning around as you giggle,

"M'sorry" His voice is groggy, his accent thicker than usual.

"It's fine"

He keeps his gaze away from you, anxiously stretching his limbs before you realize,

"I'm gonna shower, I'll turn away so I don't"

"Thank you"

You can only see the back of his head, his blonde hair that's a mess, the outline of his head as he nods, shaking your thoughts as you move out of the room.

You stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror, hoping that he didn't get a chance to see you that morning either, your hair was everywhere, the skin under your eyes dark from your usual lack of sleep as you strip your pyjamas, turning on the faucet.

You stand in the warm water, letting it wash over you, hoping it would calm your rampant thoughts as you hear Simon moving around behind the door.

You step out of the shower, wrapping your body in a towel and smoothing your hair back before opening the door, the steam wafting from the small room into the house.

“Where’s the kettle?”

“Top left cabinet”

You stand in the doorway, your hands squeezing the water from your hair as you look at him,

“Thanks”

He turns quickly to you and his body freezes, his eyes glued to your practically naked form as you stand, the beads of water dripping from your warm skin.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, yep, just making tea”

“Okay, bags are in the lower cupboard”

He nods awkwardly, furrowing your brows at him before turning around, he lets out a heavy breath as you leave, leaning back against the counter as he drops his head back, staring at the ceiling.

“Shit” He mumbles to himself, adjusting his pants feeling them grow tighter as his mind runs circles around the sight of you, replaying the way your fingers traced over his skin, and scent of your hair as he rested his head against yours. He was awake most of the night, listening to you breath, smiling lightly as you mumble about nothing, you were soft, he’d never had soft before always jagged and dark.

His mind snaps back as you call from the other room,

“Are you any good at fixing things?”

“Depends, what needs fixing”

“The shutters outside, they’re falling apart”

“I could give them a look”

You appear in the entry, smiling at him, now clothed with your hair pulled back, he just watches you in awe, the fact that you could look so perfect no matter the circumstances, you could be caked in mud and still make his heart flutter.

The two of you sit for tea and chat about nothing, asking more questions that he dodges while you openly answer everything he had wondering about.

“I think you’re his new favourite”

Simon makes a small huh before you nudge your head toward his feet, the small cat nestling itself against his calf.

“Strange”

“He’s not strange”

“Not him just, I’ve never had a cat do this”

“Well get used to it”

He smiles under his mask, he could get used to this, spending his days with you, cooking and drinking tea, just enjoying each others company around the house.

“The shutters”

You set your cup down, nodding at him, “There’s some tools in the shed outside, not sure what’s left but maybe they’d help”

“I’ll get right on it then”

It was sweltering outside, the sun beaming down without a cloud in the sky as Simon tries to navigate his way around fixing the shutters. You see him through the window, his arms flexing as he unscrews some things and nails in others, you had no idea what he was doing but he looked good.

I’m hot, he must be hot you fan yourself with your hand, pulling the hair from your sweat glistened neck, eyes darting around the kitchen before an idea clicks in your head.

“Beer”

It’s the only word you can manage to think of as your eyes fall on him, somewhere in the last few minutes he’d stripped himself of his shirt, tucking the loose material into the belt of his pants as his sweat dripped down his skin.

“Cheers, love one”

Your throat dries, nodding as you extend a n arm toward him, the cold glass of the drink transferring to his grip as he tips it towards you in thanks, turning around to lift his mask slightly before taking a sip. Your eyes trailing down his muscled form, roaming over every ridge of his stomach before moving back up.

“Must be hot with the mask”

“Get used to it”

You take a few gulps of your own drink, running the glass across your skin in an attempt to cool yourself. He turns his gaze back to you, watching as you let the beverage run across your skin, leaving a trail of drips behind, he can’t tell if you’re teasing him or this is just how you act naturally.

“How’s it looking”

“Great”

“So you’re almost done”

“Huh?” His eyes pull back to yours,

“Are you almost done, it’s getting unbearable out here”

“Yeah, nearly there”

“Great, I’ll be inside”

The rest of the evening was calm, the two of you doing your best to stay cool in the small cottage as the sun set over the horizon, deciding on cooking something that didn’t involve the use of heat, settling on sandwiches for dinner.

“Mind if I shower, I’m covered in sweat”

“Yea of course” Your mind floods with the sight of his bare form, thankful that the hot air masked the flush of your cheeks, “Towels are in the washroom”

He nods, standing from the table to move toward the shower, closing the door behind him before turning it on. You blow out a long breath, bracing your hands against the table before turning your head at the sound of him wincing,

“You alright?” You call

“Yeah, just sore”

“Well hurry up, I’ll check your stitches”

You sit impatiently as he showers, nervously tidying the kitchen as you wait, your chest fluttering as you hear the shower turn off.

“Figured it’s easier if I just put my shirt on later”

He must be doing this on purpose, once again your eyes roam his form, his sweat replaced by dripping water as his freshly cleaned skin draws your attention,

“Sure, easier”

He sits on the couch, leaning back and positioning his arm against the top to allow you a better view to his stitches, to your surprise they’re doing well, no inflammation or bleeding, they look good.

“S’good, should be able to take them out soon”

“Great”

“Might leave a scar”

“Adds to the collection”

You pass your gaze over the skin of his chest, littered with scars, some small and others long, some old and some new.

“I’m fine”

“I know you are”

“It only hurts a little, when it happens”

“And someone did this to you”

“A few people”

“How many is a few?” You stare at him with rounded eyes,

“Nothing you need to worry about”

You soften your gaze, standing from the couch,

“I guess we should sleep now” His eyes follow your movements, he shifts in his spot trying to get comfortable,

“Simon, would you- nevermind”

“What do you need?”

“I felt bad waking you last night and I was thinking maybe, if we slept in the same bed I wouldn’t have any, you know”

“Yeah, I’d like that- you not having nightmares” He fumbles over his last words, trying to keep himself together at the prospect of once again having you close.

“Okay” You walk nervously toward your room, the simple action now feeling foreign as he trails behind you, “I’ll keep the lights off if you want”

He nods, closing the door behind him as you get into the bed, shuffling around a little before finding comfort in your position, you turn to your side but keep your eyes on him as he reaches to tug his mask off, your mind trying to piece together what he might look like behind the sharp lines of his shadowed face.

He sets himself beside you, moving an apprehensive arm under your pillow, making sure you were okay with it. You push back against him, your body perfectly slotting in front of his as his other arm settles around your waist, you hold it with your fingers, your thumb rubbing against the skin as you let out a small hum of satisfaction.

You’re asleep in no time, the warmth of the air combined with the comfort of Simon behind you lulling you into a dream while he stays up, his arms tucked against you, it was the most comfortable he’d been in years, maybe ever and be didn’t dare move, his body freezing everytime you moved a leg against him or squeezed his forearm lightly, they were like subconscious reminders that you wanted him there and it warmed his heart, melting against you as he tucked his nose against the nape of your neck, your hair brushing against his skin.

He wakes to an empty bed and a weight on his chest, opening his heavy eyes to the sight of Goliath,

“Good morning kitty”

He runs a hand across his back, smiling lightly as he purrs against his touch before he jumps off, startled by the sounds from the house. Simon quickly realizes that he’s not wearing a mask, it’s light out, and you’re not there, a small panic setting into his nerves as he stands.

He tugs on his mask and a shirt before leaving the room, pressing his side against the frame as he watches you move around the kitchen, steeping some tea while you clean up.

“Mornin”

You turn around with a wide smile, “Sleep well?” You ask, leaning against the counter,

“Best in years” He’s being honest, something about you was so comfortable, safe, he wanted to stay forever, if this was what life had in store for him then he’d accept it with open arms.

“Good, cause I think I found that wire you needed”

His heart sinks in an instant, “You did?”

“I think so, was tucked back in the drawer”

“Oh, I’ll see if it’s the right one then”

You smile, turning back to the kettle that had begun whistling as Simon panics, it was too soon, he wanted more time, he needed to figure out a way to stay longer, something good that would keep him here at least a few more days.

“The bathrooms got mold in it” It was the best he could come up with, he hated lying to you.

“Huh?” You turn with your brows furrowed,

“The bathroom, noticed it last night, I can’t fix it if you’d like”

“Are you sure, I didn’t see any”

“Easy to miss sometimes, it’s just near the drain, shouldn’t take more than a day to clean up”

“Yeah sure, just let me know what you need”

He nods, fighting back a smile of success behind his mask, excusing himself from your direct line of sight before internally celebrating, before stopping to think to himself,

Now I’ve gotta figure out how to retile a shower.

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er0ch3rry · 1 year ago

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rating: 18+. mdni.

content: perv!virgin!jisung, masturbation (m)

Jisung feels ridiculous. Is he really this pathetic?

His face is on fire as he stares at the crumpled clothing in his fist. Still warm. Fresh. Used. Unclean. Dirty. Filthy. They’re filthy. He is filthy. Even the simple feel of your worn panties against his palm has him leaking, throbbing, and jumping in his sweats, close to his climax before his hand has come anywhere near when he needs it. He really is this pathetic. Could he be any more of a virgin?

His hand inches towards his nose, the scent he’s dreamed of, longed for, tickling his nose and causing his whole body to react. His skin burns, and his mind goes fuzzy, vision cloud-like, as his hips jerk into nothing because they, too, yearn for you. He knows they do, all of him does. His whole body swells as he thinks of you. Mind, heart, and cock.

Jisung was always hard around you. Mere thoughts or glimpses of you during the most innocent of times had him stiffening uncomfortably in his pants, remaining erect until he tugged on his cock desperately in your shared bathroom or it went down on its own – though it rarely ever did.

Though, this time, it was different. Jisung was stressed because of upcoming exams that had occupied his every waking moment. Apparently, you were in the same predicament, a frustrated, whiny groan ringing through the hallway and into his bedroom. Like clockwork, his prick had nudged his arm, catching him by surprise and he immediately took the excuse for a break. Luckily for him, you had done the same, strolling into the bathroom as soon as he had opened his bedroom door.

Jisung sighed, hardening as the scent from your bedroom blew through the rest of your shared apartment with every bellow of the air coming from your window. And when he mindlessly walked towards the open door, your panties were laying on the ground like treasure, illuminated by the light shining through the curtains. His hands had a mind of their own as he snatched them, hurrying to his room where he is now.

Jisung reaches for his elastic waistband, shoving an eager hand into his sweatpants, hissing as his fingertips graze his erect cock. “Fuck…” he whines, a dull feeling of embarrassment at the noise causing warmth to heat his skin until it felt like he could catch fire. Such a virgin.

His mouth falls open as he nudges the flimsy fabric with his nose, inhaling as deeply as possible. His tongue slides past his lips, slippery from the way he’s nearly salivating as he forms as he curls his fist around himself, feeling closer to his release. Jisung ruts into his fist, wishing he could suffocate himself in your scent, anything to get as close to it, to you, as he could.

His tongue touches your panties, a groan bubbling from his throat as he humps his hand pathetically, breathing deeply. He wishes it was you pumping his prick as he mouthed at your core like a man starved. He knows he wouldn’t last, but by the escalating sensitivity in his cock, he isn’t going to last now either.

And he doesn’t. Jisung spills into his sweats, shooting creamy string after creamy string from his aching cock as he thrusts his hips into his tightening fist.

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er0ch3rry · 1 year ago

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cherry wyd you dont even like nct

who said I don't like nct?

#cherry! is speaking #cherry! loves belle #theyre lying #i had to goggle them im ngl

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er0ch3rry · 1 year ago

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rating: 18+. mdni.

content: stalker!haechan x fem!reader (could be seen as gn. reader wears a skirt but is never referred to with any fem pronouns), slight jisung x reader, slight yandere mindset at the end.

word count: 1k

Donghyuck was half asleep the first time, his backpack between his loosening thighs and slipping closer and closer to the floor as the train continued its path. An unopened can of a much needed energy drink was miraculously still in his weak hold. Faint regrets of selecting an 8am lecture were foggy in his exhausted mind as his head lolled back. He cursed Jaemin in his mind, wishing he had never gone along with the flawed plan of “one last night out.” Donghyuck’s mouth hung slightly open and his breathing was slowed. His eyes were barely open, closing for a few long seconds before snapping open, quickly drooping back down again. It was a torturous cycle.

Chatter was loud and grotesque hacks and coughs making him cringe even in his exhausted state. Even through it all, your soft laughter managed to reach his ears.

You were blurry, seated in front of him and lacking the tiredness that radiated off him. A mask covered the bottom half of your face, leaving only the cloudy view of your eyes to showcase your amusement. There was something in your lap, something flat and your fingers were tightly wrapped around it. A laptop? A book? Donghyuck isn’t sure.

As the train came to a stop, you stood with much better composure than he had while sitting. You tugged your skirt down as you reached for your bag. It was a tote bag and Hyuck faintly recalls thinking of how uncomfortable it must be. He also remembers thinking that he would hold it for you, to hell with his shoulders.

The color of your skin peeked through the sheer material of your tights, becoming more and more visible with each passing second. Donghyuck didn’t realize how close you had gotten until the sweet scent of vanilla filled his nose and soft fingers accompanied by warmth and bright red nails brushed against his own. His energy drink was readjusted and another quiet, amused laugh sounded over the loud train. His eyes opened further, though he only caught a glimpse of your pretty face as you walked off the train.

Hyuck tightened his grip on the can, licking his lips as his eyes opened and he stared at the now unoccupied seat before him as he thought of light laughs and red nail polish. It wasn’t until the train stopped once again that he realized he had missed his stop.

Donghyuck was fully alert after the third day.

You were even more beautiful as he became more and more alert, waking earlier and earlier with each passing day to get his fill of you. He watched you over the dimming screen of his laptop or cellphone, admiring you and your subconscious habits. Picking at the glossy polish on your fingers, extending your lips into a pout as you focused on the words in your books, or playing with your hair. He wished he could put it back into place and keep your lips occupied to stop you from gnawing on them, let his hands wander your frame to keep you from shivering in the cool morning air.

It wasn’t enough. Fifteen minutes went by in a flash and soon, you were brushing past him, continuing your route to the highly-regarded university printed on your tote bag that was weighing on your shoulders just as he knew it would.

Donghyuck didn’t know what he was thinking the day he followed after you, trailing behind you as you leisurely walked out of the station. He didn’t know why he sped up each time you went up a flight of stairs, craning his head to hopefully get a view of what was underneath your skirt that day (though, he never did). He also didn’t know why he watched you rush towards your friends, or your nine am lecture after your friends insisted you’d be fine if you stayed “just five more minutes.”

He also didn’t know why he hung around all day, following you all the way home once the sky changed color.

You had a routine.

The light in your apartment would flicker at 5:45 on the dot and if he was lucky, he’d get a quick view of your silhouette through the sheer curtains. You’d leave your apartment at six thirty – an ungodly hour in Dounghyuck’s opinion – and make your way to the cafe on the corner of your street.

You’d order the same drink everyday, tea, never coffee, as you chatted with the barista, a lanky boy with pink tinted cheeks and shy demeanor that seemed strange on a boy so tall and broad-shouldered. Jisung, his annoyingly lopsided name tag displayed. He was evidently younger, though not by much, perhaps a year or two, and his occasional attempts at maturity made Donghyuck scoff. He could at least try to be consistent.

Donghyuck grew to despise Jisung because of the way you would nervously push your hair back and shift on your feet, mirroring the obvious bashfulness of the boy. Apparently you didn’t mind as much as Donghyuck did.

Your next stop was the train station where he would linger behind you, tracing the curves of your body and the way your clothing fit against it. Slouching and concealing on days where your exhaustion was clear in your posture and the skin around your pretty eyes, or tight and flattering your figure on days that you were more alert. Donghyuck liked you on all days.

He memorized every pretentious novel you carried with you, picking up a copy from the same dingy second-hand bookshop you frequented on your way home late at night. It was dangerous but Donghyuck couldn’t say he hated it. Sometimes he wished something would happen so he would have the opportunity to become your knight in shining armor, but another part of him feared what he might do if harm ever came to you.

And the feeling only grew when Jisung managed to infiltrate your life even more, hanging around the corner of the cafe until you came into view, acting shocked with the infuriatingly shy and soft act you seemed to be fooled by. But Donghyuck could see right through it, and he’d make sure to keep you out of harm's way.

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er0ch3rry · 1 year ago

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rating: 18+. mdni.

content: dubcon/noncon, best friend!jaemin x fem!reader, cockwarming

Jaemin’s fingers brushed yours as you walked together before it slowly became linked pinkies and handholding, long fingers hovering over the small of your back before they slipped into your back pocket. Kisses to your forehead moved south, pressing to your warmed cheeks, before they were light on the corners of your mouth, then quick pecks, and finally, open-mouthed. Visits to your apartment stretched longer than intended, carrying longer and longer into the night. His dangerously heavy lids and voice laced with exhaustion had you begging him to stay, he couldn’t possibly leave in that state when he could just stay safe with you. Soon, he was simply “too tired” to go, settling on your couch as you relented and went to your bedroom.

But you fought the discomfort that built within you even when he began to slither into your bed, shifting closer so slowly you felt no difference at all until he was pressed against you. You fought yourself as he murmured excuse after excuse for his hardened length before he simply stopped, shamelessly pressing it into your clothed flesh. Soon, he began settling in your bed even before you did, shedding another article of clothing as days passed before he began to claw at your own. His hips brushing yours as he forced his tongue into your mouth, wandering hands running up and down your body that only grew more and more exposed.

But now, you couldn’t deny the discomfort. Jaemin had long since crossed the blurred line that you had drawn so many years ago. It was too the point of no return and you found yourself dreading the presence of your best friend. Yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him to stop.

“Jaem,” you whispered one night, panicked as you resisted the way he tugged you closer, cock sliding against your folds that moistened as his head lightly slid through them. “Wait, stop,” you spoke breathily, trying to force your body’s reaction to his actions, his warmth, away.

“Sh,” Jaemin mumbled, his hold tight around your back as he pulled you closer until your nose brushed his neck, hardened nipples pressing into his own, sending an intense shiver down his body as he impaled you fully. “S’just,” he trailed off, swirling his hips, and capturing your lips with his own slowly, filled with an emotion you refused to look into. His voice was deeper, gravelly and slurred, signaling his exhaustion, “so cold. Keep me warm, yeah?”

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er0ch3rry · 1 year ago

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rating: 18+. mdni.

content: perv!jisung x reader, braces

They’re new. A surprising addition that you had told no one about, admitting to being embarrassed of the braces that now occupy your mouth when you walked into the library an hour earlier.

The shiny silver wire threaded through equally polished brackets lined in elastic. Your lips are swollen, leaving you with a permanent pout, glossy from the constant licking and applications of lip balm. He had nearly groaned when he watched you wince as you ran the tube across your mouth. Jisung’s lucky your attention is elsewhere, focused on Mark as he explains what you had missed in your shared Biochemistry lecture.

He eyes the bubbly drool that begins to pool in the corners of your mouth, breathing deeply when your tongue sneaks through your puffed lips. Jisung can’t seem to look away, taking in the new sight that made your lips all the more enticing to him. He thinks of the pained whimper that would escape you as he eagerly crashed his lips into yours, slipping his tongue into your mouth and running his tongue over your brackets, tracing the wire.

You open your mouth to speak but Jisung pays no attention to the words leaving your mouth, too entranced by the careful movements of your mouth. Jisung feels himself swell in his pants as more thoughts of sticky, heated kisses force themselves into his brain, the familiar uncomfortable sensation sitting in the pit of his stomach.

He shifts in his seat as his thoughts become even more perverted. A dull sense of shame overshadowed by his arousal. He pictures your puffy lips wrapped around his cock that grows harder the longer he stares at you so innocently focused on the subject Jisung suddenly can’t remember. Images of your swollen tongue lapping at his swollen, length dripping with your spit, sucking and whimpering, eyes wide and pupils blown began to form in his head as he slid his hand between his thighs, squeezing his cock as it pushed against the seam of his jeans.

You finally seem to notice him, sending him an innocent smile, a sliver of silver gleaming in the fluorescent light. The urge to paint your brackets white with his cum is almost unbearable as he forces a smile back.

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er0ch3rry · 2 years ago

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thanks for the tag babydoll <33 no pressure tags!! @prettybabybaby @pinkrelish

Ooooh I did a lil picrew of me hehe.♥️

This is as accurate as I could get it while still taking creative liberties & having fun haha! 🥰

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er0ch3rry · 2 years ago

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thinking abt steve and robin teasing eddie about how nervous he gets around reader and how she probably ruins him in bed.

little do they know, he’s the one that ruins her, teasing her until shes begging him to fuck her and then fucking her into the mattress until she can’t think about anything but him🥴

💌; Oh fuck yeah, definitely. Especially because Robin and Steve helped him to fucking rehearse asking you on a date... Which didn't end up as expected. Not mattress because I'm in the mood of wanting to be fucked in a car sorry I love u anon.

💌; 18+!, smut, minors DNI. Oral sex (m), a lil' of facefucking, the tiniest bit of mean!Eddie (if you squint, like he's not even mean?), dirty talk (he says slut like 1 time), facials <3.

"Again! From the start, come on Munson you can do it" Robin sighed from her place in Steve's couch.

"Can I please take this fucking thing off?" Steve groaned from his place in the kitchen, referring to the cheap party shop wig he was wearing. It wasn't even your hair color.

"No you can't, now bring your ass over here, and please make a better impression, she doesn't sound like that, she's not permanently congested" Robin yelled from the living room and shook her head. "This cheap actresses that I gotta work with..."

"Hey! I heard that!" Steve yelled back. "Can we please focus?" Eddie complained from his spot on the living room as well, rubbing his face with frustration. "She would never go out with me! I can't even talk to her without stuttering and getting all flustered and—"

"But that's why we are here, dumbass" Robin interrupted him, crossing her arms over her chest. "So you can practice your pick-up lines on our cheap harlot" "Hey!" Steve chirped, again. "I'm not cheap!" "So you are a harlot" Robin laughed. "I can't do this" Eddie ignored them, already sinking on a spiral of anxiety and disappointment.

Unbeknownst to him, or anyone really, a certain someone knocked on Steve's front door. Their voices combined and Eddie's tantrum muffled the gentle knocks. The door was unlocked, and you saw Eddie's van, so you might as well just invite yourself in.

As you walked in, your eyes met the back of a leather jacket, Eddie was unaware of your presence as he continued rambling about how much he hated himself for being an illiterate fuck. Robin, on the other hand, saw you— But quickly pretended not to, instead, she pinched the bridge of her nose. She only had one chance to pull this card.

"Okay, Munson. Let's pretend she is here" Robin called your name and that made you stop your tracks. Were they talking about you? A lump of anxiety started forming on the pit of your stomach. "What would you say to her, if you had the damn ability to talk without sounding like an idiot?" "Well..." Eddie sighed, already feeling his cheeks reddening at the thought of your soft, caring smile, to the sweet sound of your voice. "That I like her, so, so bad. That I can't spend a single fucking day without thinking about her. How much I want to fucking yank her and kiss her every time she places a hand on my arm to ask me how my day was. Fuck, I think I'm in love with her. I wish I could tell her how fucking insane I am about her. I just want to make her happy, dude, but I can seem to form a single damn rational thought whenever I'm with her. I probably sound like an idiot" "Probably?" Steve asked from the kitchen's arch frame. He also failed to notice you. "But how in the hell I'm going to tell her all that?" Eddie gripped the end of his jacket with frustration.

"I think you just did, dumbass" Robin smiled and pointed at your direction with her chin.

Both Eddie and Steve screamed your name; One, by embarrassment of you listening to his literal love confession, and the other one because you saw him wearing a horrible, odd smelling wig.

Since then, you two had been dating. At to say it was practically like touching heaven, was bit of a understatement.

Sharing every little moment with him was absolutely amazing.

As time passed, other things started to happen as well...

It started off slowly, both of you exploring each other's bodies, learning what made you moan, cry, scream his name... Eddie was as fast as he was eager. This boy was utterly starved, and he treated you as his favorite desert, or meal, or drink, or whatever.

Robin and Steve usually bothered him of how much of a whiny bottom he was. If he had to pretend Steve was you to fucking ask you on a date (which was a disaster), how could he even have the balls to dom you when the doors were closed? They learned that under your sweet, caring façade, you were quite bossy.

"Eddie, let's go" You frowned, grabbing his arm. "It's getting late"

"But love" He whined, dragging the pet name. Sometimes he could be a pain in the ass. "I don't wanna go yet"

"I don't care, we have school tomorrow, plus you are driving me home. You're not drinking anymore" Your tone was worried and a tad annoyed, it wasn't your best day either.

"Go with your mommy, Eddiebear" Robin laughed, using the nickname she heard from you to tease him endlessly.

"Or else she will spank you" Steve joined, twisting another beer and throwing the tap around his backyard.

"Fuck you" Eddie groaned and flipped them off.

"Not our job, Eddibear" Robin snapped back and the pair started laughing until it hurt.

Eddie pouted the whole ride, already scheming what he had stored for you. You failed to notice how his eyes looked at you from head to toe, feeling already eager to bend you over the kitchen counter and have his way with you.

At the end, he couldn't wait either.

He parked the van next to a closed restaurant, closer to the alley where the trash truck drove by. Dragging you to the back of his vehicle and forcing his cock down your throat. He watched how the tears rolled down your cheeks, and how your hand sneaked between your skirt to finger your already wet cunt. Yanking your hair, he slapped your cheeks a few times for good measure.

"Keep your fucking words in line, okay?" He asked and you nodded weakly. Sucking the swollen, leaking tip of his cock.

"Sorry," You apologized, going down to lick and suck on his balls, making him groan in delight.

"What did you say, slut?" Eddie grunted and yanked your hair to rub his dick in your forehead as you choked on his balls, trying to speak. The muffled sound made him moan, close to cumming.

His hand on your hair tightened and Eddie slid his hard, thick cock inside your eager mouth again, fucking your face without any restrain, already knowing how you liked it, how soaked it made you, and of course, how much he loved it.

"F—Fuck" Eddie whined and came all over your face, pleased with your little cry of satisfaction. He watched you lick him clean and use your finger to smear it over your lips, tasting him, moaning in contentment. "Only I can fucking use you like this, did you hear me, princess?"

"Yes, Sir" You smiled and he leaned down to kiss you, shoving his tongue down your throat. "I love you, Eddie" You moaned against his lips as his free hand came down to pinch your nipples from over your thin tank top.

"I love you, princess" He sighed back, kissing you again.

💌 Bit of a rushed ending? I don't know. Hope you like it! Mwah.

Sorry for any mistakes! English is not my first language. Thank you for reading!˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

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