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tyunphoria · 2 years ago

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🌪️two shots of espresso, three shots to the heart — h.hyunjin (pt.1)

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⚠️NSFW CONTENT⚠️

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camboy!hyunjin x barista!reader

SYPNOSIS: your best friend/co-worker worries about your sad, single, life-style. he suggested a — quote-un-quote — ‘dating site’ but it turned out to be an adult streaming website. you accidentally stumbled upon a streamer who went by the user @SnowFerret320 while trying to close the tab. SnowFerret also happened to be living next door.

INCLUDES: reader with she/her pronouns, best friend wooyoung, SMUT , SLOW-BURN, hyunjin being down bad for y/n, y/n being down bad for snow ferret and practically donating her whole bank account towards his streams, y/n having a thing for hyunjin’s hands, y/n being oblivious to the fact hyunjin’s snowferret for the sake of the plot.

eventually turns into FWB on later parts.

WARNINGS: voyeurism (obvi), alcohol intake, use of toys, reader getting off on his streams, hyunjin being somewhat of a perv?, pet names, praise, degradation, hand kink, voice kink, dirty talk, mentions of obsessive tendencies(?).

wc: 7.8k

! ! THIS IS PART 1 OF THE ‘TWO SHOTS OF ESPRESSO, THREE SHOTS TO THE HEART’ SERIES. ! !

✩

"Woo..." you sigh, squinting down at the nearly illegible writing on the paper.

Twisting it this way and that, frustration creases your brow as the words continue to swim and blur together.

"Your handwriting... is so ass," you mutter.

Wooyoung snatches the paper back, waving it in front of your face with a mischievous grin. "harmonymatch.com," he explains, "It's a dating site. It'll help you get laid."

You roll your eyes at his suggestion as you change into your work uniform and tie on your apron. Glancing back at Wooyoung, you give him an unimpressed look. “Tinder, yubo, elitesingles… Those are all the sites you recommended. Wanna know what they all have in common?” you list, pretending to tap your cheek in thought. “oh yeah—they never worked out!”

“Then keep digging till you find yourself a fine hunk.” Woyoung’s matchmaking efforts often caused more trouble than help. You’ve tried out multiple dating sites and in every single one of them they turned out to be a catfish or just some weirdo looking for sex.

“You’re more invested in my love life than I am.” You shook your head.

“Well,” Wooyoung starts, draping an arm across your shoulder, “that’s what cupid Woo is here for. Let your dear best friend take care of it.” His corny charisma brought a small smile to your face. As irritating as he can be, you somehow appreciate his efforts. Underneath the misguided meddling, he just wants you to be happy, and you know that.

He playfully leans all his weight on you followed by a dramatic sigh. “Like, seriously. You’re in your fossil era and yet you’re still a virgin. What’s the point in living then?”

“I’m not a virgin!” You huffed as your knees buckled under his weight, “my first time just wasn’t… ideal. And you know the people I’ve dated in the past never worked out. Whenever I think the relationship’s going great, they block and ghost me forever.”

“Maybe if you stopped being colour blind and see the red flags then maybe your relationships will work out.” He scoffed. “And your first time didn’t even count; that jackass lasted three minutes and passed out right after. Hence, making you still a virgin—“

He’s cut off by someone clearing their throat. You both turned to see a man standing there with a tight smile on his lips.

“Can I order?” His voice sounded so smooth and languid as you flushed and shoved Wooyoung off of you.

“Of course,” you stammer, “what can I get for you?”

The man—with slightly tousled dark hair that fell perfect across his forehead—his handsome gaze found lingering on yours, making your heart skip. As he paid, he flashed you another smile which caused his eyes to disappear into beautiful crescent moons.

After he leaves, Wooyoung nudges you teasingly. “Looks like you and pretty boy were having a moment.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Wait, there’s a term for it nowadays… eye-fucking, I think?” He cackled.

You shove him one last time before making your way to the back with reddened cheeks. Even though you most likely won’t see that man ever again, had he heard you and Wooyoung’s awkward sex talk? Hell, how long was he standing there for?

“That was so embarrassing…”

✩

You looked at your phone to check what time it was. 11:46 p.m, it read.

“I don’t have classes tomorrow,” you slumped in your seat, “might as well start on that term paper.”

Although it was pretty late, you just couldn’t find yourself sleeping anytime soon. For some reason, your mind just worked better at night. Moving over to the bed, you took your laptop resting the device on your lap as you leaned against the headboard.

The deadline seemed far away yet your motivation came in bursts. An hour into typing, distraction felt closer than focusing. Laying the laptop aside, you shifted to your left to turn out the lamp so you could finally ease into the stillness of the night. On the nightstand, you spotted the paper Wooyoung gave you earlier.

“He gave me a shit ton of these already,” you sighed as you took the paper, “let’s see what this one’s about.”

You typed in the website on your browser and waited for it to load. In all honesty, you just wanted to check it out to see what kind of dating site it was this time. No talking to weirdass strangers, no nothing. Just something to distract your mind at that moment. You glanced over to your right to grab an extra pillow for your sore and aching neck but when you looked back at your laptop, you were met with something unexpected.

The screen was filled with adult streamers. With their privates on full display.

“What the fuck ?!” You instinctively shut your burning eyes, trying to direct the cursor to close the damn tab.

However, much to your luck, you accidentally clicked on a random streamer, seeming as though the live had just only started.

Slowly, you fluttered your eyes open and watched as the guy came in view and sat on his chair in front of the camera. He was wearing a mask, obviously, a white mask that only shows half of his face. What caught your attention was his gaze… he was staring at the camera, almost intensely, looking relaxed as he leaned back on his chair while the nail of his thumb caught between his teeth gnawing at it.

A calm electricity seemed to pulse from his stare, as if he were actually capturing your gaze and holding it captive. You gulped, fingers twitching and urged for you to close the tab but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

The suit he wore drew your eyes curiously—a tailored midnight blue with the blazer resting lightly on his sculpted shoulders, providing fleeting glimpses of the bare skin beneath. His only half-buttoned black shirt glistened as beads of sweat trickled down his dampened chest.

A small smile played on his lips as he brought his hand lower. “So…” he started with such a tone of voice, one that almost made you melt, “what were we talking about in the last stream again?”

He adjusted himself and leaned closer to the computer screen. “Ah, yeah,” a sultry laugh slips past his lips. “We were talking about if you could handle me if I fucked your brains out.” The chat went crazy at that comment he made. He didn’t bother reading them as he leaned on his seat.

He spoke with his chat for a few more minutes or so, palming the tent through his pants throughout.

A couple of them were urging him to just whip it out already and you could tell he was fighting the urge to roll his eyes.

“Okay, okay… wow, you guys are pretty desperate tonight.”

With one tug of his pants, his dick sprung up with pre-cum already dribbling down its red tip. His slender fingers wrapped around the head of his cock, the palm of his hand circling around it boredly.

“What’s my body count?” He read one of the comments while speeding up the pace of his hand.

“I—fuck… ah…” his lip twitched, sweat trickling down his temple. He bit down on his bottom lip, swirling his thumb around his tip. “Doesn’t matter… could be five, sixty, or even none… just think about how good I can fuck you…” his moans and sharp breathing filled the space of your empty apartment. With his voice the only source of sound you could hear bouncing off the walls, you could feel your eyelids growing heavy as you succumbed to the sound of total eargasm from this guy.

could be your new favourite asmr, who knows.

His hand started to get faster with its motion, almost like he was getting bored and just wanted to get it over with. He threw his head back, Adams apple bobbing along with each flick of his wrist.

He drew out a long whine as he licks his lips, continuing to fuck his fist.

“I bet it’d feel better if you were here… sucking my cock like my pr—ah..—precious little slut.”

“cumming…” he gulped, “cumming just for you…” With one last stutter of his hips and his abs flexing, he came. Thick ropes of come trickled down his cock and over his fingers, coating his abs in sinful pleasure as he groaned for the camera.

He swallowed a deep sigh and grabbed a couple of tissues to clean his hand. “That’s about it for tonight.” As the chat bombarded with complaints, he only ever smiled, sending a flying kiss towards the camera. “I know, I know… usually I’d stay and chat for a few more but I feel so tired. I’ll see you the next time I go live, I’ll make it up to you. Make sure to dream about me,” he drawled out.

Without even realizing it, the live had shut off and you were left sitting there with the homepage of the website on display. You were left, thinking, ‘what in the ever living fuck did I just watch?’

And the full thing at that.

“Once I get my hands on that son of a bitch Wooyoung I’ll strangle him to death.”

✩

You didn’t get any sleep. At all.

Exhausted, you dragged yourself out of bed after a sleepless night replaying that fateful stream in your head. You had barely closed your eyes when your manager called asking you to cover a shift for a sick co-worker. Great. Just what you needed.

You sighed and tiredly grabbed your keys, limbs feeling like lead as you trudged your way outside the door. Your thoughts drifted to visions of warm blankets and a nice cup of steaming hot coffee as you shut the door — causing you to walk straight into someone.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” You muttered, looking up to see your neighbor that just moved in and settled across the hall. He did look familiar… dark hair and nice plump lips. You know you’ve seen them before.

Then it hit you—he was the guy at the coffee shop yesterday.

He reached out instinctively and placed steadying hands on your arms as you lightly stumbled. His touch was brief yet it made you feel at ease. He placed a warm smile on his lips, releasing your arms and took a subtle step back to maintain a close yet not intrusive distance between the both of you.

“Good morning.” A quiet laugh escaped his lips. The sound resonates deep within you, stirring something in your mind you could not yet place.

God, he was so beautiful. More gorgeous than any model you’ve seen.

You merely nodded, still caught in the warmth of his eyes and the comfort of his smile. “Good morning.” You greeted back, nearly breathless.

When the elevator doors opened, you both stepped in as you awkwardly stood next to him. You hit the button to the ground floor, trying to subtly glance at the handsome man beside you. His all-black outfit did little to conceal his athletic build. The turtleneck compression shirt hugged his torso beautifully, accentuating his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist. A duffle bag sat casually at his feet.

His eyes met yours briefly and you swore you saw the way his lips tugged up into a cocky smile. Shit, were you caught checking him out?

He took note of your slightly disheveled form. “Rough night?” He couldn’t help but say, attempting to break the uncomfortable silence that engulfed the area. “Sorry. Not in that way. You just seemed to be in a daze is all.”

Your cheeks flushed as you cleared your throat. “You have no idea…” you say, slightly embarrassed.

He laughed, running his fingers along his hair before he wore a black cap on.

“Yeah, me too.”

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“Good morning, noona! Did you check out the site I recommended—“

“Wooyoung, you lil’ shit!” With gritted teeth, you smacked the back of his head. “You didn’t tell me it was a fucking porn site!”

“Glad you liked my surprise, noona.” He pouted. “So? How was it?”

You can’t confirm nor deny that you enjoyed it. It was… something new beyond your usual comfort. Do people actually spend their time watching that stuff? In all honesty, you get it. Some people have a weekly favourite drama, youtuber, or whatever, and some have their favourite camperson. You felt more curious than judgment if anything.

Did you stay and watch the whole thing? Yes, you did. Why did you? Mere curiosity though was increasingly uncomfortable. Did you enjoy it? Hell no.

Now, let’s play a game of two lies and a truth.

Whatever. Pretend last night never happened and focus, y/n.

✩

@SnowFerret320.

That was his username on harmonymatch.

According to your friend, Aya, who is strangely familiar with broadcasting jockeys when it came to porn, he goes live once a week every Friday at exactly 11:40 at night.

“You’re telling me this, why?” You asked her.

“Personally, I like @Quokka940 better, I used to watch him when I was still single, but Ferret’s totally your type! Give his streams another chance.”

It’s been a busy week. you’ve been working part time at the cafe but also juggling to write the term paper.

In truth, you’ve been procrastinating.

Your upperclassman, Chan, always scolded you for having that shitty aspect but you only seemed to find motivation last minute. You just haven’t been doing so great lately and it took a huge toll on your stress levels.

You halted the way your fingers danced along the keyboard to crack your knuckles. “Okay. Thirty minute break time.” You concluded after only working for ten minutes, or even less. You glanced at the clock, 11:50.

‘It’s been ten minutes since his stream started…’

You shook your head, eyes widening.

‘Why the fuck would I care?’

“…”

You stared at your own reflection on the black screen of your laptop.

Then you suddenly found yourself typing the name of the site.

“I think I’m going batshit insane.”

You’re only doing this so you could feed your curiosity, you kept reminding yourself. You finally made an account and went by the user @treasure006987.

“Oh? Is that so?” The man who went by ‘Ferret’ sat on his gaming chair, pristine white shirt unbuttoned with a light sheen of sweat on his chest. You watched him lick his lips as he unzipped his pants. “A lot of you are saying you had a bad week…” he stuck out his bottom lip as your breath hitched. “How about I take care of you?”

He dipped his hand into his pants and pulled out his pretty cock. “Just follow my lead…” he continued to roll his fist around the tip, squeezing some lube on his erect cock. “Why don’t you take that off and spread your legs for me, baby… yeah, just like that,” he gulped, squelching sounds echoing in your room as he fucked his fist.

“So pretty… such a pretty baby… go on and suck your fingers… get them all nice and wet.” An odd feeling of a heavy weight settles in the pit of your stomach as you catch yourself rubbing your thighs together. “Rub your slick all over your hole for me—yeah, just like that.”

You tucked your lower lip between your teeth before you finally reached into your panties, fully succumbing to the growing sensation. Your fingers flicked on your swollen clit, collecting your slick before stuffing your cunt with your fingers.

“Oh,” he groaned, his voice getting breathier, lower, sexier. “Fuck yourself on your fingers. Bet it’s still not enough, huh? Bet my fingers would stretch you out so fucking good. Too bad there’s a screen that separates us. I bet you can’t help but wish I could be there with you.” He now used both of his fists and bucked into them. He snapped his hips faster, your fingers urged to move in time with his thrusts.

You let your eyes fall shut, his moans had you spiraling. While you flicked on your sensitive bud, you heard a choked moan and as you cracked your eyes open, he hunched over the camera as he reached his orgasm, followed by the soak of your sheets.

Ferret fell silent for a few minutes, all you can hear is his labored breathing. He cleaned himself with napkins before letting out a chuckle.

“Did you enjoy the show?”

The chat explodes with nothing but positive (and horny) feedback. His eyes skimmed through the comments, but the top donors grabbed most of his attention.

@sincerely_yourstruly donated 70$: “again! again!”

“Again?” He laughed. “I don’t know if I could handle another one… you were so good for me, just thinking about you fucking yourself made me nearly cum in just two seconds.”

@badbitchnala donated 37$: “come onnnnn, pleeeaaassseee?”

@halahalamf donated 53$: “when are you finally gonna use sex toys:(“

@purpsjiminipewbs donated 90$: “would you still love us if we were all worms”

He thanked all his donors, answering their questions or comments, no matter how random they are. ‘I’m gonna regret this.’ You frowned, hesitantly reaching for your touchpad. ‘What am I doing, someone please slap some sense into me right now…’

@treasure006987 donated 150$: “glad i stumbled across your stream… you’re so pretty, can’t wait for the next time you go live.

You cringed at your own comment, exhaustion clouding your mind from such an unholy activity to think of something more original and less corny.

He could be seen squinting his eyes at his monitor. “Aww…” he smiled, “well aren’t you the sweetest thing… you new here, Treasure?”

Your heart skipped, him merely acknowledging your existence brought a giddy smile on your face. “Thanks for the donation! Hope you stick around longer, I promise I’ll be worth your while.” Bringing himself further from the camera once more, he lazily stroked his dick, thumb swirling around the leaking tip as he brought his middle and index before it slipped between his fingers. Your heart swelled in your throat at his next words.

“See this, precious? All for you… all for my Treasure.”

✩

Wooyoung recently introduced an app called Shemu. Another one of those online-shopping megastores that offers everything in such an affordable price by luring people in with the use of pyramid scheming.

“Just another Tein knock-off, they’re probably stealing my personal information as we speak.” You said as you proceeded to add more useless shit to your cart and check-out.

But somehow, your packages always get washed up on address no. 562. You’re 561.

As you ponder this oh-so frustrating predicament, a knock sounds at the door. You opened it to find your neighbor standing there with your latest Shemu package in hand.

“Hi.” He chuckled.

You groaned, running your hand down your face as you leaned against the door frame. “God, I really am sorry about this, mister…”

“Just call me Hyunjin,” he waved his hand dismissively. “And it really is no trouble. Y/n, right?”

“How’d you know my name?”

Hyunjin fell silent for a few seconds before he cleared his throat. “Well, given that this is the fifth package of yours I’ve received this week, it'd be concerning if I hadn’t known your name by now.” He smiled as you flushed in embarrassment.

“Right! Sorry, and I tried taking care of it, I swear, but every time I rang the courier service they passed me off to different departments…”

Hyunjin hummed in understanding, chewing on his thumbnail while looking down at you as you tried to avoid his piercing gaze. “Don’t worry, I know how terrible that company’s customer service is.” You nodded, gnawing nervously on your left cheek.

As Hyunjin observed you, he can’t help but play a smirk on his lips. ‘She looks so cute like this… makes me wanna pinch her cheeks..’

“How about I help you sort this out, yeah?” He offered. “I can call the courier service for you.”

You blinked, trying to process his words.

“Oh—yeah! Yeah… of course, um, come in,” you opened the door wider, kicking your jacket that was on the floor aside.

“Want anything to drink?”

“Water’s fine.”

You both sat down as he dialed the number for the service. It only took a couple of rings for them to pick up.

“Hello! You’ve reached customer service at LaserDeliveries Korea. How may I help you?”

“Hi!” Hyunjin started off with a charming greeting as he comfortably leaned back on the chair. “Hope I’m not taking up too much of your precious time. Anyhow, I’ll just get straight to the point,” he smiled, standing up and bringing the phone to his ear. “I am a valued customer who’s sick of your shit tactics for customer service. I’m honestly kinda fed up, you know?

“I hope you don’t mind, you’re free to end the call of course, but I am going to start screaming right in your ear.”

You looked at him, dumbfounded. Is—is he serious? “Um… Hyunjin, I think I can take over—“

“However, if you do wish for me to calm down, I suggest putting me on line with your supervisor right now.” He looked at you, mouthing: ‘I’ll be back’ before stepping out of your apartment.

You blinked. Then blinked again. Your mouth felt dry, genuinely speechless. You clutch the glass between your hands, trying not to let out a fit of chuckles.

After what felt like eternity, Hyunjin finally came back and placed the phone on the table and switched it to speaker.

“….yes, hello, this is the department manager speaking. I’d first like to formally apologize for the inconvenience….”

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“I seriously can’t thank you enough, hyunjin.” You smiled gratefully, giving his arm a gentle pat. “I owe you one, let me make it up to you somehow.”

Hyunjin considers for a moment. Crossing his arms over his chest, he leaned over and lightly brushed his lips against your ear. “How about a date?”

That unexpected question caught you off guard, briefly leaving you speechless as it made your words catch in your throat. “Uh—“

“Kidding!”

You returned his smile, laughing awkwardly yourself. Some part of you still hoped it wasn’t a joke. “How about a free iced-americano then?” He must’ve already known that you were one of the baristas in that small coffee shop nearby.

“Oh, you really don’t have to—“

“No, really, I insist.” You wanted to at least repay his thoughtfulness somehow considering he went through all that trouble screaming in someone’s ear just to fix your package issue.

Hyunjin took your hand and gave it an appreciative squeeze. “Free iced americano it is.”

You exchanged your goodbyes as he stepped back into his apartment. He plopped himself down on his bed, snatching his mask from the nightstand as he brought it up to fiddle with and observe. “Dumbass, why’d you do that?” Hyunjin groaned and rolled over to his side. “The packages were the only excuse you had to talk to her,” He exclaimed

Why should it matter? He’s getting worked up over nothing. Hyunjin thought back to your surprised and flustered reaction when he jokingly suggested you both go on a date. It was cheesy, stupid, but you were so cute he just couldn’t help it!

After he finishes his gym sessions with Changbin, he’d drop by the cafe you worked at and order the same drink over and over again. Everytime your fingers would brush against his when handing him his cup, he swore one day he may lose his composure.

Receiving your packages has given Hyunjin the first chance to speak with you personally. Of course, he just had to ruin it.

The first time your package showed up at his doorstep, he didn’t bother reading the label and opened it. Just some milk frother and a few cups, he was pretty confused at first until he read the label. There were also a few make-up products but one item caught his attention specifically:

A lipstick vibrator.

“Ha… I didn’t think she’d turn out to be the naughty type… speaking of, do I still have it?” Yes, he stole it, and yes, it was necessary. Did he have some self-restraint, god no.

It was sitting in his dresser as he placed a battery inside and sat back down on his bed. He held it up and gulped. Hyunjin tried using toys before, it just wasn’t his thing. It didn’t feel as good as the real thing or his hands.

“Won’t hurt to try something new once in a while…” Hyunjin muttered. He brushed his thumb over the vibrator, the thought of you using it crossed his mind which made his cock twitch inside of his tight jeans.

He swore quietly, fingers fiddling with the button of his shirt, then his zipper, lifting his hips up to shove his jeans down over his hips.

One hand slipped inside his boxers to free himself while the other tentatively took hold of the toy again.

“God, am I a pervert now? What am I doing…”

He grimaced at his actions and sighed. Maybe he is, maybe he isn’t — none of that mattered right now when his mind was fogged with thoughts of you.

Hyunjin spat on his palm and slid it up and down on his cock a few times, shuddering at the cold and slick feeling.

He imagined your sweet voice calling to him as he sucked in a breath, picturing you bent over in front of him, grinding your hips against his. Hyunjin swiped his thumb over his tip, collecting the pre-cum that’s beaded there and dragging it down to mix with his spit.

He can already perfectly picture what you’d look like laid out beneath him with your legs spread out and your pretty pussy on full display, all just for him.

He switched the toy on, pressing it up against his tip as he moaned from the sudden vibration simulating his dick.

He scoffed out a laugh followed by a low grunt. “Y/n… I found you… I finally fucking found you.” And he doesn’t intend on losing you again either.

✩

Wooyoung squealed, pinching your elbow. “He so wants you.”

You smacked his hand away. “Stop feeding onto my delusions, woo.”

“No no no no—okay, yeah, but listen; why else would he offer to sort out the package thing?”

“‘Cause he’s sick of it showing up at his place?” You said as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“No, fool. It’s a tactic men like him use as an excuse to get in someone’s pants.”

Unamused by his bullshit, yet again. You told Wooyoung everything that happened yesterday while the both of you squealed like little high school girls.

Your manager, Jihyo, had to actually pop in a few times to tell you both to shut up.

“Stop it, Woo. Don’t make me more delulu than I already am—“

He gasped, subtly trying to slap your arm to get your attention. “Noona, noona, noona—“ he whispered frantically.

You groaned. “God, what?”

“Pretty boy alert, pretty boy alert—“

“Shit! Where?” You said, just as frantic. You glanced outside to see him approaching the shop with someone as you grabbed onto the collar of Wooyoung’s shirt. “Oh my god, Woo—“

He quickly slapped your hand away. “Don’t touch me, don’t even look at me, and don’t breathe towards my direction. Don’t wanna bring pretty boy’s hopes down, what if he thinks we’re a thing?”

Hyunjin and the other guy he came with both enter the shop.

He approached the counter and rolled up the sleeves of his compression shirt. “Hi, y/n.” He leaned his forearms on the counter while looking at you and, fuck, it took all your willpower to not glance down at his toned arms with veins popping attractively against his smooth skin.

You averted your gaze with difficulty, trying to focus on taking his order. “The usual?”

“You know me so well…” he spoke in an affectionate, almost aegyo-like tone, as he slightly stuck out his bottom lip to seem more cute and charming. He propped his elbow down and rested his chin on his palm.

“Quit it, you flirt.” His friend shoved Hyunjin away to scan the menu. You recognize him now (mainly due to his bright pink hair) – he’s Choi San from the engineering department. “We need to get back before coach returns from his bathroom break.” San rolled his eyes.

“He sits on the toilet for two hours doing god knows what, we’ll be fine.” Hyunjin replied dismissively with a single flick of his wrist.

“Whatever. Um… I’ll have a mint frappe.”

Wooyoung suddenly hopped in the conversation and you knew that glint in his eye all too well. The look of: I’m about to drop some shit on someone and no one can stop me.

“That’s so lame. What are you, five? Mint frappe is for virgins.”

You smacked the back of his head, looking at the both of them apologetically. “It’s fine. We go to the same college so I know him.” San scoffed, “He’s all talk but the last time he pulled a bitch was when RiverDale was still good.” Wooyoung was ready to bite back but you sent him a glare which made him hold his tongue.

“Will that be all?”

“And a strawberry shortcake. Please.”

He pulled out his card and you took it gingerly, your fingers trembling ever so slightly as they brushed against his. You couldn’t help but take one last glance at his hands again, admiring the veins that traced subtle patterns just beneath his smooth skin. You quickly averted your eyes, worried that he may notice you literally checking him out as you ran his card through the machine before handing it back.

After you placed the cake in a bag and Wooyoung handed them their drinks, Hyunjin turned to give you a sly wink just before San ushered him away, shaking his head in mild exasperation.

You tried to suppress the smile that rose unbidden to your lips as you watched them leave.

“He so wants you.” Wooyoung pinched your elbow.

“Shut up.”

✩

Ferret leaned forward, viewers grabbing a glimpse of the way his loose white tank top exposed his beautifully sculpted pecs before he leaned back. With pursed lips, he hummed. “Sorry to disappoint, but I won’t be doing the usual today.” The chat immediately exploded with concerns, assuming he won’t be doing anymore streams. “I have an announcement to make that I’ve been meaning to share with you all for a while now.”

@slut4u donated 100$: “NOOOO ARE YOU GONNA ANNOUNCE YOURE QUITTING?!?!?!”

That made your eyes widen. There’s no way he was quitting. He had his hand over his mouth as he scanned the chat, drawing out a long sigh to give the viewers false hope. “I’m afraid so, my little doves…” he brought his camera higher, only showing his mask. You squint your eyes.

@treasure006987 donated 90$: “okay, hun. you can drop the act👀 what do you have up your sleeve?”

You hadn’t missed the way his eyes turned into crescents when he brought the camera higher. Ferret lowered the camera again but this time he showcased a mischievous grin.

“Oh, sweet intelligent Treasure…” you breathed out, relaxing your tensed shoulders before coming to a realization. ‘Why the fuck was I so relieved just now?’

“Okay, fine. You caught me. I know I’ve mentioned a few times on my streams that I can’t really get off by using toys.” His fingers danced along his chest, thumb running over his nipples. He raked a hand through his hair, propping it behind his head to give you a perfect view of his muscular arm. “I decided to bend the rules a bit.”

You heard a faint buzzing sound. He tilted the camera again, showcasing the vibrator in his hand.

“Especially since this is the second time my Treasure’s come to watch my stream… why not leave a good second impression.”

Your heart fluttered and thumped against your ribcage as you tried not to squeal like a giddy high school girl. With a knuckle caught between your teeth, you watched him roll the tip of the vibrator around the outline of his thick cock laying snug beneath his tight boxers.

“Ohhhh fuckkk…. Treasure…” he muttered, thick with arousal. “Hope you’re—ha..—hope you’re playing with yourself while I get off on you…” shit, was him focusing on only one of his viewers even allowed?

It almost felt like it was a private show, specifically made for you.

- - -

“Came faster than I expected…” he plastered on an awkward smile as he wiped down his torso. “Still hope that you guys enjoyed it, I’m trying to step out of my comfort zone more.” You tossed the napkins you used to clean your fingers in the nearby bin. “How about this, I’ll make it up to you by staying to chat longer than I usually do. Actually – let me show you something,”

Ferret rummaged around under his desk. “I’m sharing this to give you all false hope for my upcoming streams,” he snickered, pulling out a box full of sex toys. “A friend sent me these. I’m sure you’ve heard of him; shout-out to bbokariix. Make sure to also follow his twitter; he posts NSFW asmr if you’re into that shit. Anyways, thank you riix for – uh –” he dug his hand through and pulled out something from the box. “-- for sending me a purple 16 inch dildo.”

You spat your water out, laughing.

“Along with a note that says: ‘remember to lubricate good’ — Yeah, no. I’m not shoving this shit up my ass. Sorry to disappoint.”

“What do I usually do in my free time? Well, sometimes I do art, mainly painting…” scanning his set as he rambled, you took note of the way he preferred to keep his background pretty plain and clean. Just a normal room with a white sheeted bed at the back and black painted walls, other than that there wasn’t much to look at. You propped the laptop on your lap, bringing the screen closer to inspect what was sitting on his nightstand.

It wasn’t that you were a creepy sasaeng trying to pinpoint where his exact location was, it just happened to grab your attention. “Wait… are those the cups from our cafe?” Has he been mother fucking Hwang Hyunjin this whole time? You’re gonna feel hella dumb if he actually was. You shook your head. No way. Slim chance, there’s a million coffee shops out there and there are millions of people who just happen to like iced americanos…

But it wasn’t just that. From his hair to his complexion, it matched Hyunjin’s; fair and almost porcelain, hair that rippled with silk and framed his features beautifully. “Nah,” you said with obvious denial, “his voice is huskier! Right? Yeah, yeah…”

“….I enjoy doing portraits. I recently painted a huge self-portrait of myself. Buuuut… I’d enjoy painting your face white with my cum more.” He winked as you choked on your spit before he moved onto another comment. He really knew his way with words… you almost forgot that this is being streamed on an adult website and not just a casual talk between a streamer and his fans on Instagram or Twitch.

“What did I eat for dinner? Hm…

“does a strawberry shortcake count as dinner?”

You quickly shut your laptop closed and shoved it off your lap.

“No… there’s no way, right?” You laughed and planted your feet on the floor while you stood as your legs wobbled. “But he’s like… the most innocent guy you’ll meet. Or is he? Fuck, I’m going insane.”

Your rambling was cut short by the sound of your phone ringing.

“Hello?” You spoke and waited for the other line to respond back.

“Hey, girl!” Aya beamed. “You coming to that small get together at that barbecue place tomorrow night, right?”

“No—I mean, what?” You furrowed your brows. Since when was there a get-together? “No one told me about thi—“

“Great! I’ll pick you up at 7, don’t forget to wear something cute cause the hot babes from engineering are gonna be there. See you, darling!”

✩

Both you and Aya arrived at the restaurant and spotted some familiar faces waving over at you. You shuffled your way to their table and claimed a vacant seat.

Chan greeted you with a hug and a small pat on the head. “Hey! Glad you guys can make it.”

“My God, barely!” Aya cried out and plopped down on the space beside you. “Y/n called me over earlier so I can help her pick out an outfit and it took her over an hour to decide on a dress.” She explained. “I got so fed up I just grabbed the closest thing next to me and shoved this bitch in my car.” Chan threw his head back and laughed heartily. His broad shoulders shook with amusement as his dimples can’t help but bring a smile to your face as well.

Your fingers tugged at the hem of your short dress, feeling as though your thighs are too exposed. “I look like a prostitute.”

“Oh, don’t be like that.” Aya smacked your hand away. “Stop being so conservative like a grandma attending church on a Sunday morning. This is why you’re a virgin.” Her sense of style really clashed with your more modest preferences.

“Yeah, sorry, like, my bad that I don’t wear booty shorts that ride up my crack during winter.” You rolled your eyes.

Chan took a small swig of his drink before hopping back in the conversation. “You should stop playing league of legends with Wooyoung.. You’re starting to sound like him, Aya.” The mention of Wooyoung’s name piqued your interest. His absence was unusual for group gatherings, since usually he’d be the first one there.

“Speaking of, where’s he anyway?” The others shrugged, wondering the same thing regarding the lack of Wooyoung’s loud presence. It was unlike him to miss a get-together.

“San! Over here!”

You craned your neck to greet San but the sight of a specific someone had your heart beating thunderously.

They sat themselves across from you and Chan. Aya was the first to address it,

“Who’s this hottie you brought with you? New kid from your department?”

“Nah. He’s the rookie I met at the gym weeks ago.” San nudged him to go introduce himself. His eyes flickered to yours briefly which set your tummy in a stir.

“Hello, I’m Hyunjin. I just moved here not too long ago.”

Aya suddenly gasped and slapped your thigh which drew their attention to you. “Omg, is that the sexy neighbor you’ve been telling me about—“ she whispered in your ear. You would’ve appreciated it more if she were more subtle. You slapped her thigh back, with gritted teeth you whispered “Shut up!” Your face warmed up and you were tangled with the heat of his gaze.

You took in as much of his face before he buried his nose in the menu.

- - - -

You took another swig from the soju bottle, relishing the familiar burn as the liquid slid down your throat. You felt a slight buzz coming on, a pleasant warmth spreading through your limbs. You giggled at something your classmate said, though you hadn’t really heard them properly. Your thoughts became fuzzier by the minute.

“I think that’s enough drinking for tonight.” SnowFerret — no, Hyunjin said with amusement as you tried to grab another soju but accidentally knocked it over but he instinctively caught the bottle just in time.

Chan’s brows furrowed in concern. “Man… who knew y/n is such a heavy drinker.” He scratched his cheek in thought. “Aya, can you take her home?”

Aya suddenly stood up with an apologetic look on her face. “I’m really sorry but something came up and my girlfriend needed to be picked up from her workplace.” Chan waved a dismissive hand and told her to drive safe as she kissed your drunk state on the forehead and gave Chan a quick side-hug. Before she went to go leave, she flashed you a subtle wink

Hyunjin piped in. “I can take her,” he offered. “We’re neighbors so it’s no trouble at all.” Chan looked relieved, thanking him and turned to you who still sat there in a drunken daze.

“Well, good luck mate, I think you’ll need it.”

- - - -

The elevator doors slid open and he guided you inside, letting you lean against him for support. Your breathing was slow and heavy as the effects of the alcohol continued to weigh on you. As the elevator began its ascent, he glanced down at you who had your eyes closed. The sight tugged at his heartstrings as he wrapped an arm around your waist to steady you.

“So cute…”

When the elevator reached your floor, he gently nudged you. “We’re here.” He whispered with his lips pressed against the shell of your ear. His voice sent shivers down your spine and with hazy eyes and a drunken smile, Hyunjin patted down the pockets of your dress to look for your keys till he received a text notification from San.

Choi San🗻: ‘u left her purse at the restaurant. L stoopid beetch 🍆🍑💦’

“Shit.” He muttered and unlocked the door to his apartment instead. Hyunjin gently helped you onto his bed, propping the pillows behind your back to keep you comfortable. “Wait here, I’ll get you some clothes to change into.”

“Nooo…” you whined and grabbed his collar. “Jush stay heeereee…” pulling him towards you with surprising strength for someone so intoxicated. He lost his balance and stumbled forward, forearm instinctively braced by your head on the pillow while the other found your waist.

His breath hitched as he gazed down at you, taking in your features blurred by drunkenness but still undeniably gorgeous in his eyes. Lush lips slightly parted, eyes heavy-lidded yet full of longing. An aching tenderness welled up within him, yearning to soothe the haze of intoxication with something more lasting and true.

Your arms wound around him, breaths mingled and faces only inches apart. “No? But isn’t this,” he hooked his finger under the strap of your bra, pulled it, and let it slap back against your skin. “Uncomfortable?” You arched your body into his as his words stirred up something in your brain.

You muttered something quietly. Hyunjin leaned forward and brought his face towards your neck to hear you better. “Then take it off for me, why don’t you…” you gave a soft playful giggle then patted his cheek in a patronizing way.

“Fuck, don’t say that.” He said sternly, breathless almost. His fingertips ghosted over the plush of your thigh, trailing it up your dress.

He suddenly stopped. “Sorry, um,” you whined at the lack of his warmth.

“Why’d you stop?”

“You’re drunk.” Though is it directed at you or a reminder to him?

Your thighs clenched, and he took note of that. Hyunjin didn’t wanna take advantage of you while you were still intoxicated. You can’t recall a time you’ve been this horny and it’s over your own neighbor. Your hand landed on his chest and dropped to his abdomen. “Don’t…” you slurred, feeling his firm abs underneath your fingers felt like an electric current snapping all the way to your thighs.

The alcohol then spoke for you. “I know your secret.” He cradled your cheek in his hand and ignored the way the uncomfortable tent in his pants pressed up against your leg.

“Is that so?”

You hummed. “You’re this guy… this guy I follow. He has this, um, wackass Duolingo generated name,” you snapped your fingers, trying to remember.

“Yeah?” Before he could process what was happening, your lips were suddenly on his. He made no effort to resist nor pull away as he even tugged you insistently closer. Your mouths slanted together hungrily, your other hand running up his nape and tangling in his hair. Hyunjin could taste the remnants of the alcohol on your tongue but underneath it was the unmistakable flavour of yourself — it also intoxicated him, in an entirely different way.

Yielding to the kiss, Hyunjin shifted, so that his knee was pressed up against your heat. You made a tiny noise and moaned against his lips. “SnowFerret.” He stopped and pulled back slightly to look at you.

“What?”

“You’re SnowFerret,” You repeated.

He showed no signs of surprise or discomfort despite the cat being out of the bag. He plastered on no outward reaction but his thoughts were racing along with the fast thump of his heart. “Am I now?”

There will be time for confrontation later, for now he simply savoured the intimacy of the moment. Leaning once more, he kissed you tenderly, relishing the feel of your soft lips.

One hand tangled in your hair while the other held your waist firmly against his. You grasped his shirt as your tongues fought against each other. “You’re a fan, huh… you enjoy my content, baby? You enjoy watching me fuck my own fist?” Your legs wrapped around his waist, drawing him impossibly closer as he softly sucked on your lower lip.

“Wanna know another secret?

“I can never stream without having you in my thoughts like a fucking plague.” Hyunjin whispered between kisses along your jaw and down your neck, leaving a trail of heat wherever his lips touched, nipping softly at your pulse point which drew a gasp from your lips. “You know,” he whispered into your skin as his thumb flicked your hardened nipple through the thin fabric of dress, sending shivers down your spine.

“I hate you for leaving me.” He caught himself before going any further as he groaned in frustration and raked his nails on the bed sheets.

Hyunjin lifted himself up to gaze into your half-lidded eyes still clouded from the alcohol. He wanted to say so much, but he knew that in your current state his words might seem confusing. That was the point. He hoped that you’d forget everything by morning.

"I hate you for making me think you'd come back.”

His thumb stroked over your lips as if tracing the curve of each syllable. "I hate you for making me so insane about everything about you, that all these years I couldn’t think of anything else but to feel these lips again.

“I even hate myself for still wanting you after all this time,” he scoffed out a laugh.

“I hate you. But good luck getting rid of me.”

a.n: ok, this isnt the ceo hyun fic i promised but yk what?

🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️💨💨

also, one scene inspired by the manhwa called full volume. not proofread.

#reader insert #stray kids #kpop scenarios #kpop x reader #x reader #ateez wooyoung #ateez san #hyunjin x reader #skz hyunjin #hyunjin smut #stray kids smut #smutwarning #snowferret

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no-one-at-all75 · 10 months ago

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hi!! I’m so glad that you’re back and reviving the cypher love :’)) I have a cypher request!!

I was wondering if you could write a cypher x reader fic based on the song “older” by isabel larosa?? reader will be 18+ obvi but i always think abt cypher when listening to the song :p I’d prefer female reader but am ok with gn!! thank u again <3

You know I had to listen to the full song before answering this... AND I LOVE IT! I can definitely see why you think of Cypher when listening to it. Your wish is my command! Requests are open :)

Important note! There are some bits in here that go back to the past, those are in ~italics~. Present day will be normal.

Someone Older (Female Reader) (Implied NSFW)

Cypher x Reader implied smut

Warnings: Age gap, implied being used in past relationships, touching, slight sexual content

Word Count: 2,381

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Being a 20 year old woman in the dating scene in this day in age absolutely sucked. You felt like you were being tossed around, never listened to, only being used for your good looks and sex appeal. You finally had enough, and decided to run away from your hometown and joined The Valorant Protocol because you'd rather be shot than ghosted for the 20th time.

Upon arrival, you could basically sniff out the fuck boys from the group. Phoenix would always call you sexy in the hallways. Chamber would invite you to his yacht so he could have a 'private chat' with you. Gekko would pester you about teaching you some new dance moves which may or may not involve limited clothing. You'd always turn everyone down, of course. No one, and I mean no one, could get you to date ever again.

You were sitting in your room relaxing and playing music on your phone when someone knocked at the door. You rolled your eyes assuming it was another boy asking you to teach him how to shoot a gun. You dragged your feet to the door and opened it with an unamused face that quickly dropped when you saw who was at the door. It was your senior, Cypher. You always felt a little intimidated by his masked appearance, always wondering why he hides his face. You've, of course, imagined what it looks like and secretly hoped he was as attractive as you imagined. But, you've never shown any interest in him, trying to keep a cold exterior to ward off fuck boys. You slightly lean on the doorframe in a relaxed appearance, a small smile gracing your lips.

"Well well well. What brings you to my room?" You ask while your eyebrow lifts in question. He clears his throat a bit before speaking.

"We have a mission soon (Y/N). I would like to plan with you on what we should do and how to execute it." His gravely voice sang a song in your ears. You quickly dispel any thoughts before speaking again. You cross your arms across your chest.

"I'm game. Where are we meeting and when?" You get straight to the point so he can go away as quick as possible so he doesn't see the small blush making its way to your cheeks.

"Just meet me in my lab in about an hour. We can go over lots of details in there." He leans on the same side of the doorframe as you and slightly leans in. You could feel his breath fanning over your nose as his bright blue eyes stare into your (E/C) eyes. You look down and stand straight up. You look back into his eyes with confidence.

"I'll be there old man." You say with a smile. He lets out a chuckle before grabbing your chin with his hand and squeezing it slightly. All of the impure thoughts came flooding back in. You knew the blush you were desperately trying to hide was back now. You feel his breath on your face again before he speaks.

"Old? I think you mean experienced little one. See you in an hour." He swiftly let go of your chin and shut the door. You stood there dumbfounded as to what just happened. You feel your face burn as you walk over to your bed and sit down. You couldn't stop one thought that took over your mind quickly.

I think I need someone older...

You look down at your feet as the boat gets closer and closer to its destination. A gun in your hands, ready to attack your doppelgänger. You let out a small breath as you feel the boat slow down and pull into a port. You raise your eyes up and look at your team. You were confident that you will win this fight. As soon as the boat stops, everyone files out and begins to go to their stations as planned. You followed Cypher as he guided you to an optimal sniper position where he would be watching. You were to protect him at all costs. Your eyes dart around making sure no one is near when his voice breaks the silence.

"Stop being so tense little one. I know it's stressful, but I know you can do it." His words sink into your ears. Your eyes focused on him as he leads the way to the sniper nest.

Once there, you set up a few traps just before the entrance so you are alerted if anyone is coming. When everything is set, you go up to the nest with Cypher and sit down, your back against the wall he is looking out of. Your eyes focus on the ground, then wander to him and his position. You watch as his hands skillfully build the sniper rifle he is using, almost mesmerized by his fingers. A chuckle breaks you out of your trance. You look up at his eyes with a questionable look.

"What? Why are you laughing?" You ask trying to sound serious. His chuckle dissipates and he sighs.

"I know how much you love my hands and what they do for you little one. It's cute." He teases. Your mind is replaying what happened that night when you and Cypher were talking about the mission.

You were both lounging around his lab talking strategies and plans for almost 5 hours now. Everyone else who was involved with the mission left to go to bed already or got bored and left. Currently, Cypher was telling you stories of his past missions, some of which made you laugh. After a laughing fit, his mask bore into your eyes.

"Why did someone like you join Valorant? I know it's not my place to ask but I'm genuinely curious." His voice was soft like silk and sweet as honey when he asked that. You gave a faint smile back.

"Well, I was tired of my old life. Same thing, different day, it got repetitive. I wanted to escape. Feel worthy of something again. Not just cast aside like I always was." You put your arms behind your head and stared at the ceiling, letting your answer sink into the air. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Cypher look down, in thought, then look back at you.

"When you escaped, you must've left someone behind, right? A pretty thing like you must've had someone." He quizzed as he lifted up his mask slightly to sip on tea he made. You look back at him and shrugged your shoulders.

"Nah, not really. One of the reasons I left actually. I was getting treated like shit and was tired of it." You sat up fully now, your shoulders slumped as you looked at your senior with doe eyes. He hummed in acceptance as he placed his mug to the side, but not putting down his mask like he usually would.

"I'm sorry (Y/N) that no one has treated you fairly in the past. If I'm honest, you're quite the catch." He said as he stood up and walked over to your seated position. "I think, you need someone who will see you for who you are. Intelligent, funny, cute, and inspiring." You could see his smile when he said this. It almost made you completely melt.

"That's what I've been looking for, but, it never came." You looked up at him, his hand connecting to the side of your face and cupping it.

"My dear." His sultry voice rang out. "I think you've been looking in the wrong places."

You feel your face burn up as you hear him laugh. You quickly hit his thigh with your hand in playful anger. He lets out a breathy 'ouch' before chuckling again.

"This isn't the time or place Cypher! We could get shot any minute!" Your worries pushed the unclean images out of your head. He hummed before looking down his sniper scope.

"In this line of work my dear, it's never the right time. That's why we take advantage of the opportunities we are given." He smiles and looks back at you, you give him a small smile back before you drift off into a day dream again.

His lips on yours felt heavenly. Something you've never felt before with guys your age, but he wasn't your age. He was something different entirely. He breaks off the kiss to check in on you. Your eyes open a bit and your face flushes. He lets out a small chuckle, a smile adorning his face as he leaves you in a chair to go close all the blinds.

"I must say, you have me excited. Who knew a girl like you could fall for an older man hmm?" His voiced laced with a teasing tone. The room progressively gets darker when the blinds are shut. Soon, it is almost pitch black in the room. The only exception being the blue lights coming from his equipment and computer. You internally panic before you feel his hands on you again, but this time, theres no gloves. You mumble out a confused sound before you feel lips on your neck kissing you trying to find your sweet spot.

"I apologize for the lighting. I'm not ready for you to see all of me yet. I hope you understand little one." He continues to kiss down your neck. You give out a small moan when he hits your spot. You can feel his lips curl into a smile before sucking and nipping on the spot. Your moans grow as he abuses it.

"W-What am I to you, a secret?" You ask in between moans. You feel his hands explore your body. You feel when they go under your shirt and grasp onto your breasts.

"For now, yes. I don't think people would like someone older like me with someone younger. Let this be our little secret, mkay?" His voice gets rougher the more he touches you, the more he feels you. You nod your head and let yourself enjoy the moment, alone with him. His lips catch you in another kiss when you feel his wandering hands snake their way into your pants.

You feel a slight nudge on your shoulder. You tumble back into reality, your face a burning red. You look up at your superior, he is gazing down at you.

"Replaying that night again my dear?" You could hear the smile on his face. You huff and place your forehead into your hands.

"I'm sorry. I'm supposed to be serious and all right now. But, I can't help but think back to that night you know? I've never been treated that way before." You answer honestly, still avoiding his gaze. You lift your head up out of your hands and stare at the floor for a moment to focus. You look back at Cypher expectantly, hoping for an answer from the older man.

"Well, I'm glad I can take the weight off of your shoulders my dear. I hope you know it wasn't a one time deal. I crave you too. I always think back to that night." His voice tapers off as he focuses. "We can talk about it later, for now, we have company." His voice turns cold, as if he was an entirely different man. You take a deep breath and focus, so you can go home with Cypher.

You suddenly wake up to someone jostling you. You slowly open your eyes to find that you were back. Your hands meet with your eyes, rubbing the sleep out of them, before looking at who shook you awake. You blink a few times before noticing a comrade, Neon, grabbing your shoulders and shaking you more.

"(Y/N)? (Y/N) you passed out on the ride home. (Y/N) come on wakey wakey!" Her energetic voice seemed to bounce off of your brain. You sat up and gave her a small scowl.

"Come on Neon! I was in the middle of a dream." You complained as you pouted your lips.

"I'll say, you were moving around a lot there (Y/N)." Your blood almost froze when you heard Cyphers voice. You turned to him with shy eyes, a small blush flooding your cheeks.

"I'm so sorry I fell asleep on you Cypher. It won't happen again." You profusely apologized to keep your secret. He got up and ruffled your hair, making it a mess.

"Don't worry about it little one. It's my pleasure to be your pillow." His cheerful voice dissipated as he left the boat. Neon stood there with her hands on her hips, looking at you like a Golden Retriever.

"Soooo now that that's over, wanna go get food?" She asks you, a smile gracing her lips. You smile back before standing up and stretching.

"Food sounds great right now. Let's go!" You say as you run off of the boat getting a head start. You can faintly hear a 'NO FAIR' from Neon as she quickly catches up with you.

After eating your way into a food coma, you lay face first down into your bed and let out a groan before flipping over. You stare at the ceiling, wondering if you should go to Cypher's lab or to just sleep. You opt for sleeping and sit up a bit before theres a knock at your door. You look at the door puzzled as if it just asked you a question. You get up from your soft mattress and drag your feet towards the door groaning as you open it keeping your eyes closed.

"Whoever you are go away, I need sleep more than anything." Your eyes remain closed not caring who it is.

"Aw, does that include me too my dear?" His gravely voice revives you as you open your eyes wide and stand up straight.

"C-Cypher! Hi. I didn't expect you here. Right now. In this moment." You say embarrassed as you look everywhere but his eyes. He chuckles then pushes you back into your room and closes the door behind him. A small click can be heard signifying the door is locked.

"Ah I see. Well then, let's cut to the chase then hm?"

#valorant #valorant cypher #cypher x reader #x reader #implied smut #❤️‍🔥#valorant x y/n #valorant x you #valorant x reader #cypher x y/n #cypher x you

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chryblossomjjk · 2 years ago

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the weekend | jjk (teaser #2)

⇢ PAIRING: dilf!jk x babysitter reader

⇢ RATING/GENRE: m/18+ | infidelity au, sm*t, angst

⇢ WARNINGS: full fic is extremely angsty and v sm*tty, this is v suggestive but no actual sm*t in the teaser, dom jk, he is v rough with reader but its all consensual obvi!! age gap (reader is 23 and jk is like 30/31)

⇢ SUMMARY: every weekend, you give jungkook a little taste of something he’s missing monday through friday.

⇢ NOTES: hi friends!! so i posted the first teaser all the way back in F-ING january like ??? here it is if you haven't read it. but school has been so hectic that i haven't been able to get any writing done. but, this week was saur productive n i am almost done!! was debating including some spoilers in this but dediced against it so here's some spicy sm*t build up lol!! full fic will most likely will be posted 7pm est next friday!! ALSO IMPORTANT NOTE, IF YOU WANT TO READ THIS FIC AND OTHER BTS SM*T, PLS CLICK HERE. SM*T IS BEING CENSORED AND YOU'RE PROBABLY MISSING SM CONTENT WITHOUT EVEN KNOWING IT OKAY LMAO BYE!!

Sometimes, you question what your presence in his life truly is. Are you an escape or a punching bag? Are you merely something he can sink his nails and teeth into when he’s angry? Something he can break without getting cut? Whether the touch is gentle or bruising, having his hands on you feels so sweet. The sound of thread ripping fills the car as he slides the silk off your shoulders, letting the delicate material fall to the floor without a care in the world.

“You wore this for me?” A fingertip lightly traces the petite swell of your breasts, bulging over the black frilly cups of your push-up. The sensation sets your skin ablaze.

“Mhm,” you confirm, “I wanted today to be special.”

“You care about me?” Moonlight cuts through the dewy window, beaming against the side of his pale face, highlighting the taut pull in his features. His question seems genuine, but the answer is obvious, isn’t it? Simply being here with him makes the entire foundation of your soul, all of your beliefs and morals, crumble to pieces. But against your better judgment, you’re still here. Yearning. Trying. Fighting. Gently, you swipe a thumb over his thick brows, trying to ease the angry crinkle that’s become a permanent fixture on his beautiful face. You comb through his hair. It’s a little knotted, a little crunchy from old gel. The answer should be obvious, but you don’t think Jungkook could internalize love if it was right in front of him.

“I care about you,” you answer honestly, “more than you know.”

The stars in his eyes gleam for a moment, bright and vibrant, before they’re engulfed by the suffocating blackness of his pupils. “You poor thing,” Jungkook tuts, trailing his fingers up your neck before grasping your jaw with a single hand. Your cheeks mush together from the force. “You're gonna let me do whatever I want to you, aren't you?”

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humanitys-strongest-bamf · 2 years ago

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sister-lucifer · 2 years ago

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Bully

Toby x Male reader

Reader uses he/him and has a penis

summary: you and toby get paired up for a group project, he pressures you into letting him come over to work on it, antics ensue

Genres: Smut

warnings/content: SLUR USE, bullying obvi, degradation, dubcon/noncon, male reader is made to cross dress(skirts and lingerie), , toby likes to hurt you, humiliation, low key blackmail, LIKE SERIOUSLY TOBY IS MEAN HERE AND HE LIKES EMBARRASSING YOU HES SO NASTY HERE

To avoid any confusion, in my headcanons Toby has a stutter as well as but separate from his tourette’s. I am not writing his tics, I am writing his stutter.

Group projects. The bane of your existence. The absolute worst way to go about getting things done.

You were an adult, you were more than capable of doing an assignment on your own. Group projects never once worked in your favor. Your group was always lazy or uncooperative or just didn’t show up all together.

This was going to be awful.

You watched with growing dismay as people paired off to begin working. One by one your professor called names, and you still remained. The anticipation was killing you.

Finally he turned and pointed in your direction.

“You, you’re with–” He glanced at his paper.

“...Tobias.”

You were going to cry.

Your jaw dropped as you looked over at Toby. He was leaning back in his chair with his muddy shoes on the desk, smirking at you, his messy nest of dark brown hair going in all directions.

You hated him. And to your knowledge, he hated you. He pushed you in the hallways, messed up your stuff, dumped your backpack out. He acted like a middle school bully from a movie.

His words replayed in your mind as you stared at his smug face.

“Awww, are y-you gonna cry? What a little bitch.”

“H-Have you been avoiding me? You know damn well I told you n-not to do that.”

“I-If you have such an issue with me you should do s-something about it, but of course you w-won’t. You’re too much of a pussy.”

He was an awful, vulgar boy.

You stared down at your desk.

Your life was over. The world was ending. The ground was crumbling beneath your feet. Everything–

Oh shit, the bell rang.

You gathered your stuff as quickly as you could, not looking back as you hurried out of the classroom. Maybe you could make it to the parking lot before he found you, maybe–

“Hey, where do you think y-you’re going?” A deep voice spoke from behind you, accompanied by a strong hand gripping your shoulder.

Dammit.

“Um, I–“

“We’re p-partners, aren’t we? We should work together.” His smile would’ve seemed genuine if he was literally anyone else, but on him it was unsettling.

“Well, yeah, but, um…” You trailed off, trying desperately to think of an excuse but your mind was blank.

“How about,” he began, turning you around rather forcefully, “we h-head over to your place, yeah? We can start our research or whatever-r.”

“I–”

Oh god, why weren’t you SAYING ANYTHING?!

“Sounds great! You’ve g-got a car, right? We’ll take that!”

And now he’s shoving you along to the parking lot. Great.

Unfortunately for you, you had no idea what you just got forced to do agreed to.

He put a hand on your lower back and kept it there the entire way, making sure you kept up with him. He was talking up a storm despite the fact that you didn’t really respond; his words were meaningless chatter filled to the brim with curses and innuendos that always made your face heat up. You stared down at your feet the whole way, your mind racing with thoughts of what on earth he could possibly have planned.

You only came back to reality when you found yourself starting your car, Toby in the passenger's seat beside you, feet up on the dash.

“I h-hope your house isn’t a fucking pig sty. You better have good booze t-too.”

You weren’t even there yet and he was already being demanding.

You wanted to tell him to shut his trap, but you knew you couldn’t. You were too afraid. Toby was right, you were kind of a pussy. You really, really didn’t want to anger him, so you endured his bullying.

You sighed as you began backing out of your parking space.

You ignored him the whole way there, though he didn’t seem to mind. He rambled on anyway. He didn’t let his condition stop him from being talkative, which would be admirable if he wasn’t such an asshole.

You didn’t say a word when you pulled into your driveway and got out of your car. You really, really didn’t want him in your house, but you were in too deep to refuse him

now. Your hands were shaky when you grabbed your house key and unlocked the door.

“Um, here it is,” You said quietly, stepping to the side to let Toby enter. He wasted no time, walking in like he owned the place and promptly kicking off his shoes.

“You got this whole p-place to yourself?”

“No, my parents live here,” you answered, voice barely above a whisper.

“Then where are they no-ow?”

“Um, vacation ‘til next week.”

“Oh?”

He smiled at you in a familiarly unsettling manner. Oh god, why did you tell him that?! Now he knows you’re here alone! Oh fuck–

He walked over to you and put his hand on your back again.

“At least we won’t be interrupted, r-right?” He said through a toothy grin. His tone was much more ominous than it should have been, and it sent a chill down your spine.

“Um–” You couldn’t muster a full sentence, your mouth dry with a sudden fear.

He moved his hand to your shoulder and shoved you with all his strength, laughing as you stumbled, trying not to fall from the sudden force.

“Let’s-s go up to your room, yeah?”

You didn’t turn to look at him. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing your face contorted in embarrassment. You only nodded as you turned to head towards the stairs.

You didn’t see the way Toby shamelessly eyed up your ass as you walked. God, those dress pants made you look so fucking good.

You felt a sense of dread as your door creaked open, Toby a few steps behind you. You didn’t want him in your house, let alone your personal space, but he’d already pushed past you and let himself in.

“Nice place ya got h-here.” He commented, flopping down on your bed. You opened your mouth to protest, but quickly thought better of it. You could wash everything later.

You set your bag down and pulled out some books and a binder, when you realized you were missing something.

“Oh, I think my laptop is downstairs. I’ll be right back.”

You hurried out of the room and shut the door behind you, desperately needing a moment to collect your thoughts. You really did leave your laptop downstairs, but you needed a minute. Or two. Or twenty.

“Hurry the fuck up!” Toby called after you.

It only took a few seconds for him to decide he was bored. Maybe some snooping would entertain him for a bit. You had to have some sort of awful secret thing hidden in here. There’s no way a perfect little student like you didn’t have a dirty secret, right? Maybe a porn stash, or stolen money, anything that would make you look bad.

He checked under the mattress, nothing hidden there. He checked under your bed, nothing but a few lost socks. He checked your closet, everything seemed normal.

He groaned dramatically.

Absolutely nothing.

He was starting to give up hope as he pulled open your drawers one by one.

Then he saw it.

Stuffed in the very bottom drawer was a stack of skirts, accompanied by a couple of very expensive looking pairs of lacy underwear.

He gasped, his face breaking out into his signature sinister grin.

His eyes were drawn to two things in particular: A black skirt with frills and a seemingly matching pair of underwear, both with white bows on the sides.

Oh, this was exactly what he wanted.

When you’d finally collected yourself and worked up the courage to head back to your room and face him, you had no idea what was in store for you. You were still looking at the floor when you opened the door and closed it behind you, laptop tucked under your arm.

“Ok, now we can–“

Your heart dropped when you looked up, your laptop crashing to the floor.

Toby had the black skirt draped over his arm and the lingerie in the same hand. His other hand held his phone, and he had already taken plenty of photos. And yet, he kept taking more. This was just too good.

“What are you doing?!” You shrieked, trying to snatch the clothing from him. Unfortunately for you he was six feet tall, and it was more than easy enough for him to simply hold them above your head.

“Awww, are y-you embarrassed that i found your dirty little secret?” He teased in the most demeaning tone he could muster. “Not t-to mention that now I’ve g-got proof that you’re a little slut.” He waved his phone in the air.

You could already feel your eyes start to tear up. Oh god, this couldn’t be happening.

“I-I am not!” You argued, weakly tugging on his arm. “Please, Toby! It’s none of your business! Delete them!”

“Give me one good reason w-why I should!” He yelled back, pushing you to the ground. You landed with a small yelp.

Toby put his phone in his back pocket so he could use both hands to inspect the items.

“You’re the one leaving your shit o-out in the open for m-me to find.” Okay, that was a lie, but it’s not like it mattered. Plus, the more blame he could put on you the better.

“P-Please, Toby.” You whined.

“P-P-P-Pleeeaasee Toby!” He mocked, imitating your voice. “What? You worried I’m gonna t-tell everyone you’re a nasty fuckin’ fag?” You shrunk back in embarrassment, looking at the ground.

When he looked back at the clothing in his hand, he couldn’t help but let his imagination run wild. If you looked that damn good in dress pants, you’d only look better in these–

His eyes lit up with an idea.

“Put ‘em on.”

You froze. No, there’s no way he just said that.

“What?” You whispered, not daring to look up at him.

He knelt down in front of you, speaking in a low tone. “Put ‘em on for me. Now.” He grabbed your face roughly, forcing you to look at him.

“No, I can’t,” You choked out, tears threatening to spill over.

“Oh, but you can. After all, it would be a sh-shame if these photos made their rounds around the school-l.” He patted his back pocket where he was keeping his phone.

“You wouldn’t!”

“Oh, but I would. Buuuut…” He shoved the skirt and lingerie into your hands. “If y-you behave for me, this can stay between us.”

You gripped the fabric hard, weighing your options. Finally you nodded, Toby letting go of you and stepping back.

You stood on shaky legs, turning towards the door. Just when your hand was on the knob, Toby spoke, stopping you in your tracks.

“I didn’t tell you to leave.”

You shuddered.

“You asked me to put them on, I’m just going to the bathroom,” You replied, meekly looking back at him.

“I didn’t tell you to leave.” He repeated, quickly becoming frustrated when you just stood there. “Turn around.”

You could feel your lip quivering when you whispered a “no, please.”

“Turn around. Now.”

This time you managed to make your body move, turning to face him but not moving your gaze from the floor.

“Put them on. I’m n-not asking again.”

He paused. When that didn’t seem to work, he spoke again, getting closer this time and leaning down to be eye level with you.

“If y-you don’t fucking listen to me, I’m gonna tear your clothes off and dress you m-myself. Nod if you understand.”

You nodded. You had no other choice.

“Good boy.” He praised, his words laced with degradation as he patted your head. He pulled up your bean bag chair and flopped down in it so he had a good view.

“Gimme a show, pretty boy.”

You would never admit it, but his words made your cock twitch.

You turned away from him as you went to unzip your pants, fumbling with it for a few moments.

“Nuh-Uh!” Toby suddenly interrupted. “S-Shirt first. I don’t want you in a-anything except what I picked out. And turn around, or else.”

It took all of your courage to face him, trembling hands clumsily unbuttoning your collared shirt.

“Thaaats it,” He groaned. He adjusted his sitting position, legs open and hard-on painfully obvious. “Niiiice ‘n’ slow.”

The cold air hit you hard when you slipped off your shirt, letting it fall to the ground. You sucked in a breath, glancing up at Toby through your now wet lashes.

You bit your lip as you hesitantly moved your hands back down to your zipper. You hoped so badly that he would call it off, that he would laugh and tell you it was all a joke, but he didn’t.

So, with shaky hands you slipped your pants off and kicked them to the side. A strangled noise escaped Toby’s throat. Everything you wore hugged you so perfectly, and now that he could get a good look at your bulge you looked even better.

You gulped as you hooked your thumbs under the waistband of your boxers. Toby could clearly see you trembling. You were so pathetic and submissive, and that was exactly how he liked you. You’d do anything he asked, whether you wanted to or not.

He let you squirm in place for a few moments before he spoke.

“C’mon, you can d-do it.” For some reason, you could sense just the slightest hint of reassurance behind his words, but you quickly shook away this thought.

You took in a deep breath, biting your tongue, and slid your hands downward, bringing your boxers with them. You could feel your entire body heat up, every inch of you on fire.

You didn’t want to stand back up. You were hidden well this way, so you grabbed the lingerie and started stepping into them while still bent over.

“Stand up.”

Goddammit. He wasn’t giving you anything.

“N-No.” You managed to reply.

“Yes. I’m not fucking asking.”

Silence from you.

“Now, bitch. Let me see what I came here for. Or else–I c-could always send the pictures now?”

You flinched just from his words.

Still gripping the lingerie, you shakily stood all the way up, hugging yourself as hard as you could. You stared at a spot on the wall, focusing all your energy into pretending this wasn’t happening.

“Oh my g-god,” Toby muttered. “You’re fuckin’ massive.” He seemed genuinely amazed. He was looking forward to making fun of you for being small, but this was a welcome alternative.

“Aww, and you’re already half hard! Don’t t-tell me you’re enjoying this, whore.”

You clamped a hand over your mouth. You leaned back over to step into the lingerie, cringing when you brought them all the way up. They barely covered you, which was the point, but this was not a scenario you ever expected to be using them in, not to mention they were fitting less and less of you the harder you got.

Putting on the skirt was the least painful part of the process. The only issue was that zipping it up in the back with shaky hands was easier said than done.

You froze when you heard Toby chuckle.

“Looks-s like you’re struggling a bit. C’mere, let me h-help.” He said, patting his lap.

You took a hesitant step forward, then another, then another, until you were lowering yourself onto his lap. He wrapped a strong arm around you and pressed you as close as he could, simply holding you there for a long moment. You cautiously moved to rest your hands on his sides, and he let out a small, content sigh.

It was almost…nice.

His free hand moved to yank up on the zipper of your skirt rather roughly, bringing a small yelp out of you.

Toby pushed back to get a better look at you, moving your hands to his shoulders.

“Aren't you a pretty th-thing.”

His rands ran up and down your sides, taking in the bare skin. His thumbs ghosted over your chest, making you shudder.

Eventually his hands moved down to your thighs, giving them a soft squeeze. When they moved back up, they went under your skirt, shamelessly groping you. He lifted the skirt to get a better look at your back end, licking his lips.

“Pretty, pretty, pretty.” He repeated under his breath.

He nuzzled into your neck gently. His hands roamed anywhere they could get to. Your legs, your back, your chest, anywhere he could touch, and it kept your entire body tense. You kept expecting him to make some sort of violent sudden movement, to hit you or push you over, but he never did. He was slow and steady.

“You look s-so good in this, I couldn't bear to take them off-f you.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Was that his way of telling you this torture was finally over?

Suddenly his hands moved to your hips, his grip tightening. He pushed them outward so that you were sort of bending over, your back end out. He pushed the lingerie to the side to shove two fingers in you without warning, and without any sort of lubrication, making you let out a pathetic cry.

Oh, it was far from over.

“Toby–!”

“Shhhhh…”

He thrusted his fingers in and out of you at a rough pace, hitting as deep as he could, never slowing despite your protests. Truth be told it was mostly just to prolong your embarrassment.

“Toby please, stop–! you’re going too fast!”

“Aww, am I-I hurting you? Are you too fuckin’ weak to even take m-my fingers? Pathetic.”

Your whines and whimpers only encouraged him, and soon he was adding a third finger. His free hand held a tight grip on your hair, keeping you in place. Your now fully erect cock twitched with every movement, and you found yourself desperately gripping onto his sweatshirt for dear life. You cursed yourself when you got the urge to wrap your arms around him. He was surprisingly warm, and you wanted so badly to just collapse against him.

But you hated him, right?

And he hated you, right?

“Toby–! I-I cant, please–! No more!”

Just when you were ready to lose your mind, just when you were sure you couldn’t possibly take any more of the abuse, he pulled his fingers out suddenly. You breathed a sigh of relief, letting your body finally relax, Your chin resting on his shoulder.

Although, the calm wouldn't last very long.

His hand slid down to grip your wrist, moving your hand to his belt.

“Take it off.”

You knew better than to hesitate this time. You unbuckled his belt and slid it off, to which he promptly discarded it. He looked at you expectantly, wondering if you’d figure out what he wanted you to do next on your own.

You glanced up at him for approval when your hands moved to his zipper, and when he nodded, you tugged it down. He ran his tongue over his teeth and swallowed hard. He was already having trouble controlling himself, but he wanted so badly to take his time.

Even beneath his boxers you could tell he was huge, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t scare you a bit.

You slipped two fingers under the waistband of his boxers, and sucked in a deep breath before pulling them down just enough for his erection to spring free. He threw his head back, letting out a moan.

“Fuuuck, that’s s-so much better.”

God, he was big. He couldn’t help but laugh at the way your eyes widened.

He moved to grip your hips once more, this time pushing the lingerie to the side as he positioned you over his cock.

“Toby?” You rasped in a whispery tone. There’s no way he thought that thing was gonna fit in you.

“Yeeeessss?”

“You–Y-You’re not gonna–That’s not gonna fit!”

You hid your face in the crook of his neck.

“Awww, don’t worry b-baby.” He replied, his hot breath fanning over your neck.

“I’ll make it fit.”’

You didn’t get a second to process his words before he shoved you down, forcing you to take all of him at once, and you screamed.

“Toby! Stop it! It’s too big! Please!”

But he ignored you.

He wasted no time finding a brutal pace, pounding into you like his life depended on it.

The stretch was almost unbearable, leaving you to dig your nails deep into his shoulders; not that he could feel it. It was heavy in your belly, too, and when he was all the way in you could see the outline of his cock inside you.

At least you didn’t have to do much of the work…although, the fact that he was strong enough to physically lift you up and down on his cock was terrifying.

“Toby, please! It hurts–!”

“It fucking better!” He growled, showing his teeth like a feral animal. He was practically foaming at the mouth, drooling through gritted teeth. He was losing his mind.

You could already feel your hips bruising with the vicious hold he had on you. Each thrust was accompanied by an animalistic grunt and the occasional curse.

“God, fuck! T-Tight little bitch!”

He was panting like a dog now, tongue unfurled as he moaned shamelessly.

You, on the other hand, were trying so, so desperately to keep quiet, but with each thrust another strangled noise of depravity slipped through your gritted teeth.

“Toby,” You whimpered, resting your head on his shoulder. You gave in and wrapped your arms around him, holding him as tight as you could.

It was nice.

He was warm.

A gentle gesture juxtaposed with the way he was jackhammering into you with all his strength.

His teeth sunk into your shoulder, not incredibly hard, but more than enough to hurt.

You whined, turning your head so that your lips just barely ghosted over his neck. In a moment of boldness you planted a gentle kiss on his jaw, then another on his neck.

This made him happier than you would ever know.

“Oh g-god. You make it so hard t-to last.” He could feel himself coming undone, but he sure as hell wasn’t finishing before you.

You were bouncing on your own now, meaning he could use a hand to dip under your skirt and into your underwear, wrapping a hand around your cock and fisting it as fast as he could.

“Toby! Too much!” You protested, but your words had no weight to them. You made no effort to stop or even slow your movements, loving the way he hit all of the perfect spots inside of you. He left no part untouched.

“Is my pretty b-boy gonna cum? Are you?”

You could only nod in response, your attempt at words coming out as a mess of moans and whines.

“C’mon then baby, you c-can do it.”

His words were enough to push you over the edge, and with one last cry you released all over his hand, soaking your skirt and expensive lingerie.

Oh well, he was more than willing to get you more.

“Oh god–! Just when i thought you c-couldn’t possibly get any fuckin’ tighter–!” He slurred through gritted teeth, absolutely relishing in the way you clenched around him.

His pace was becoming erratic, both of his hands back on your hips now as he effortlessly moved your body as if you weighed nothing.

“G-Gonna fuckin’ fill you to the brim–”

He sunk his teeth into your shoulder again, harder this time, spots of red staining his pearly whites as he thrusted into you for the last few times, his moans muffled by your flesh between his teeth as he came inside of you.

With what little of your voice you had left you managed to scream his name one last time.

Finally he slowed to a stop, his cum leaking down your legs despite his best efforts to keep it inside of you. It was warm and thick, and he put a gentle hand on your belly where we could tell you’d been filled. You didn’t think you’d ever be empty again.

You fell forward against him, not even bothering to pull yourself off of his cock. You both wrapped your arms around each other, catching your breath in a comfortable silence. He rubbed up and down your back gently, nuzzling into your neck.

When you finally sat up again, you immediately met his eyes. They were no longer intimidating and cold, instead filled with content and a soft happiness. He leaned forward to give you a long but tender kiss.

“H-Hey,” He spoke when he pulled away.

“D’ya th-think I could spend the night?”

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steak-ns · 2 years ago

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needed to get this off my chest b4 i rot from the inside out

i dont know if this will reach the target audience that i want but (t) at this point nothing is going to stop me

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basically i've seen a lot, and i mean a lot of drabbles or fics or whatever they are called, of perv! eddie munson, and steve harrington, and like a few billy hargove pieces. and maybe one or two perv! reader pieces that aren't meant for me, because i am a girl (of age! to be reading and writing this) and the pieces are meant for guys.

but whatever.

the point is that how can anyone write smuttty pieces of billy without ever mentioning his spectacular butt. just look!

how can you just not want to bite and suck marks at the cheeks and praise and love and show off this whole bakery!

and okay enough of that.

i want to get to the horrible (not as bad as i thought) stuff that i need to put down. so tags and warnings will be added here!

SEMI CONTENT WARNING: penetration for the reader

tag: perv! reader, mentions of exhibition (basically wanting to get caught), gross! reader, bathroom s*x (no touching the cake yet :/ unfortunately), s*x without a cond*m, plse have safe s*x peoples!, mentions of drinking, smoking, han*jobs, bl*wjobs, stealing clothing items, watching someone sleep, almost getting caught at peeking (ha), 3-4 am writings, lowercase intended, not proof read, somehow it ended up with me praising him, OOC! billy (maybe idk) (most likely, dialogue sucks)

to those interested, what i had in mind was a reader (totally did not decide to finally write this when writing a fic with a similar sort of reader) that has a friend with benefits deal with billy. haven't decided on romance (maybe no romance cus it kills the vibes)

just imagining getting to know the californian transfer better than anyone else (not completely, he's keeping you at football field length of his home life) seeing him as a close friend, and maybe he sees you at the same wave but he ain't admitting anything

just like you won't ever admit that the whole reason you even started to talk to him (you totes made the first move on the new guy which was not appreciated by many) was because you just saw a glimpse of the cake on him. you don't even want to talk about having the same p.e. class as him. getting to see him in those sickening shorts on him, and without a shirt! a so added bonus on your book

you can ogle and stare, not too much tho, can't show yourself as a creep just yet! or ever, but your stare can never be hidden too long

and after befriending him over whatever you could to get close to him, the both of you are at a party (even if you weren't exactly keen on going to tina's party but he was going to be there, how much more convincing can it get?)

so after bumping into him on accident, the two of you are now in a bathroom. lips and bodies practically glued together with an arm of his on your waist and the other on your neck to prevent you from pulling away (as if, oh and the taste of the beer that still lingered in his mouth had your knees weak which he could mistake you being turned on by the hand that used to lay on your waist that is now settling on the front your bottom half)

which yeah that too has you weak in the knees, but getting a taste of something that was already in his mouth, it was just... it made butterflies explode in your stomach

but the feeling could only last for so long, as you both had to pull apart (read billy) for air. you obvi chased after his mouth, and he could have laughed if it weren't for the fact that you were able to last longer than him in kissing

you are severely desperate for something, and he is so not going to give it to you easily now. and that's fine, you could play the desperate brat he could be into (at least until you get just the one nibble on the cake)

you're moving your hips against one of his jean cladded thighs of his, he's letting you with what you can assume to be light blush (probably due to the lack of oxygen a moment ago, but it gets you going, having built a fantasy of him getting the blush differently) on his face and a smirk that has you begging (vocal) him to just take you. like now. like right now

and okay maybe you underestimated his size, and if either he would be rough or gentle (you thought you had garnered positive points for being a friend of sorts to him) but it doesn't matter anymore. you had pushed yourself to sit on the sink with your legs wide open (who knew your legs can stretch that far? you didn't) underwear somewhere on your ankle (i didn't know if i should have mentioned pants or shorts or if imagining a dress, considering the latter gives easier access, but you had undies)

you feel him moving, and all you could do was throw your head back with a darn smile on your face. he's sweaty and using your hole like a fleshlight and the only thought in your head was that you are a step closer to your goal.

his lips are on you again and he's getting aggressive as you get loud. you might as well become the music. geezus

he's stuffing two fingers in your mouth, saliva running down your lips as you gag and tighten both mouth and hole as he angled his hips to go deeper when you are moved to be a little closer to falling off the sink

you hear him tell you stuff but you can't answer. he removes his fingers and wipes them on your cheek and you can't help it when your eyes roll to the back of your head as he wraps both arms around your upper torso. you nearly came when you got a whiff of his sweaty musk

you hear him say if you want to be caught like this, to which you can only reply before tightening around his dick

"let them! let them see that you're the only that can make me feel this good!"

you so messed up by saying that because now he's slamming his hips against your ass and kissing you and you return the kiss with whatever sense of control of brain you had left. goal long forgotten

this time you pull away when you cum and a second later he does too. your arms wrapped around his shoulders, his neck becoming so inviting as his sweat glistens under the bathroom light

now you're pulling your underwear up, letting the band snap against your skin as you get down on your knees in front of him. feeling him getting hard again as you give him a handjob because you never thought you were this dirty. your thighs rubbing together as you practically drool at the sweat that was on his thighs

giving a kitty lick on his tip before he's grabbing the back of your head and making your mouth take all of him. you're moaning (gagging first if you got gag reflexes) when your hands are perched on his very slight hairy legs. you don't even care about tasting yourself, your goal back in action

spoke too soon. the grip on your head was stilled (he was moving your head, now becoming a literal fleshlight) as he moved his hips to his liking and he's cumming down your throat

you swallow every last bit as if it were your last meal and licking his dick as he pulls away from your mouth. you finally (reluctantly) pull your head away from him. you're opening your mouth to show him that it's all gone (of course it is, it's his)

he seemed to have softened up a bit, and so have your legs as your try to stand. like the real gentleman that he is, he laughs then helps you up. you so won't tell him that you came a second timr at the thought of being an inanimate object to him

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fast forward weeks, it's now the second day of christmas break and you've had more than once some special fun with billy. speaking of him

he was on your bed, on his stomach with shorts cus there is no way you are going to wait until summer for the heat to make billy wear shorts (you made sure your house was slightly warmer for his standards)

you stood at your doorway, admiring the absolute unit of an ass that he has. he takes notice of you and raises a brow at your outfit. and okay so maybe it was hot for him, but it was warm for you. and now you're dressed in a pair of egg sweatpants and a "kiss the jock" sweater that was pink and unfortunately tight around your torso but loose and long enough in the sleeves. now you can line up and smack all the empty beer cans that he leaves behind

you, still in a daze of finally seeing him in shorts outside of the school, could only mutter the one single word that can be taken at a completely different path with zero context

"ass."

and you do exactly what you wanted to do (not goal), you picked up all the beer cans and have them stand on the bed frame at the end of the bed and you so want to line a few on him

and as if all the winds were against you, he had turned over to lay at his side to stare at whatever your sleep deprived brain wanted to do

there's a trash bin on your right and you manage to get a few in (as in few as in like five) and billy watches you for a hot minute before he obnoxiously yawned and stated that he was going to take a nap, with a smirk on his face as you glared

because who does he think he is! does he think that he can make fun of you by saying that he's going to nap when you've gotten a full day of no sleep (granted he does not know that, and he's not going to) and expect you to not do anything to earn negative points? then you're absolutely right. you wouldn't disturb this man when the scrunch of eyebrows is finally relaxed. not even a scowl to the face (an angel face if you will)

he's baby and you get out of your room to do laundry (cough cough something that is only seen by men, and you totally understand like about 3% on why it's done) with the laundry bin, both yours and billy's clothes in it. you rummage through to find the one thing you've been hoping to find since all the others were already washed and cleaned, every thursday because it's two people and you're not that messy)

you hide the briefs in a space that no one knows about (as you should) and continue as if you hadn't stolen another clothing piece of his. well, it's his fault really. leaving his clothes behind as if he wanted you use the already used pieces of clothes for your own pleasure (first step is acceptance)

when you're done loading the washing machine, you move back to your room. billy is still asleep, in a fortunate ballerina sleeping position. his feet covered by a blanket that reaches just his calves (is it that hot? nah)

now you wish you had a camera. you need to keep this moment forever. how has he gotten comfortable enough around you, to... to sleep in such a way! (making a mental note to get one)

you're quietly groaning in your bundled sleeves at the way the shorts stretch on his ass and thighs. how his shirt is lifted a little and you could see a small part of his happy trail. it's really almost like he knows what he's doing

well, he could. he's not dumb. but that's a thought for another day

you move quietly to stand at the foot of your bed. spectacular. magnificent. marvelous

maybe you shouldn't leave the thought for another day, and leave the room before he completely wakes up. you say this because he's moved around as if to get comfortable, but you already know that he's waking up

it comes with the added benefits when staring at someone sleep at every chance you could get (you never know what could happen)

you go to leave your room to go to the kitchen... for something. you definitely needed to leave

"now where do you think you're going after staring at me for an hour?"

his voice caught you off guard, you don't jump (because you knew), now you're at your doorway again, staring at him with a relaxed expression

"it was not an hour."

the words leave your mouth before you fully see where this was going. cursing under your breath before taking a full glance at him. at his whole body. at him lighting up a cigarette

"you're just a little freak then, huh?"

crossing your arms and you walked towards him with no stutter to your steps. he's no longer lying down; his back is leaning on the headboard and his eyes don't leave your form

you sat on your bed, besides his outstretched legs. a knee under you as you pluck the cigarette that he's already using

"you have no idea what your body does to me."

you blow some smoke towards his face and there wasn't much of a reaction on top. down below though, your response definitely woke something up

"you are so fucking attractive, hargrove. so so attractive."

your face inched closer to his

"from the way your eyelashes frame your sky-blue eyes to the way your mouth stretches in that tiny smile of yours."

ignoring the way a few recognizable (albeit still different) butterflies return as your hands are on his shoulders after he took the cigarette back. only to burn it out and his arms stayed at his sides. with a roll of his eyes, he huffed

"and there is definitely something you love more about me than what you are saying."

you smiled and lowered your hands to his chest before wrapping your arms around his torso. bringing your head down to where his heart should be

"i really, really like the way sweat looks on you. and your chest. and maybe i do love your ass more than you, but i call it even when you are always putting your baby above me."

it brings out a short laugh and you hugged him closer

"i actually like that laugh of yours, where i know you are totally having fun. i like your music taste, and somehow the volume too. i like the fact that my room is becoming ours. and i like being your friend. and that you left me a seashell on my nightstand one day."

he had stiffened and you tried to cool your rapid heartbeat. this is so much worse.

"and i kind of really like you." (I LIED! ROMANCE FOR THIS MAN. I was sucked in the billy hargrove deserves better hashtag earlier today and he DESERVES ALL OF MY LOVE)

"of course you do."

he pulled you closer as you straddled his hips.

"i could list off all the things i like about you as a friend."

you suggested with a small sniff on his neck. one that he ignored in your eyes. (totes not unnoticed)

"do not."

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nanaminsonyfans · 4 years ago

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✨⛰️Thigh Riding Bolin⛰️✨

Masterlist ✨ Requesting Rules

Request; i’m having a galaxy brain thought. thigh riding bolin.

A/N; *snaps fingers* Yes. You have amazing ideas, i need a big brain intern and you’re hired, if you whisper for that. Also it’s just horny o’clock for me. Maybe listening to yagami yato while writing wasn’t a good idea but FUCK IT. ROCK AND ROLL BUCKEROO!

Pairing; Bolin x Fem!Reader

Warnings; thigh riding obvi, nsfw content,

{gif is not mine; you no idea how long it took me to find a gif with his THIGHS}

You were sexually frustrated, and you had every right to be. Bolin was wearing rather revealing clothing while on set for his “mover” by Verrick. Verrick annoyed the fuck out of you to be frank, he openly said you weren’t pretty enough to play Bolin’s fake girlfriend for his stupid mover! What the fuck?!

Currently Bolin was in that stupid costume but luckily, the filming was over for today. You were in his changing room of course and leaned against the door way before locking said door. “Bo, we needed to talk.” You said sternly, a bit of anger dripping in your voice as you watched him turn to face you after he took everything off, leaving him in boxers.

You felt the heat between your legs get wetter and hotter. “B-Bolin...I-I um...” You mumbled and looked down, slowly turning red. “Y-You know um, we’ve been dating for a year or two by now and....” You mumbled and bit your lip. “Y/n? What are you saying?” Bolin asked, obviously concerned.

You honestly couldn’t take your eyes off of his thighs and crotch. Fuck he was so big, it used to fit before, but now? God, he’s been so busy with this stupid mover, and Eska has taken a liking to him but he was YOURS. Your face started to turn red with anger. Yeah, Bolin is yours. You would just have to mark him until everyone fucking knew right? Good plan, Y/n.

“Bolin, sit on the couch.” You grumble and point to the couch behind him, he does so. You only had leggings on and a coat with a knitted sweater, so you took both of those off. “Y-Y/n! What are you doing?” Bolin started to get flusters as you sat on one of his legs, spreading you legs, he could feel the heat on his bare thigh. “I am tired of all these girls wanting you when you are mine.”

He gulped as you started to move your hips in a small circular motion on his thigh. You moaned softly and grabbed his hands, placing them on your thighs. “I’m just marking whats mine.” You growl in his ear before moving to place hickeys all over his neck and collarbone. “Sh-Shit- Y/n...”

You smiled as you felt him push your hips down harder, clearly enjoying this. You could feel his hard-on on your own thigh. “You really like this huh Bo?” “Oh god, so fucking much Y/n...” He whispered and buried his face in the nape of your neck to leave his own hickeys. You responded by pulling away for a second to take off your legging before going straight back.

“Jesus, Y/n...You’re so hot...” Bolin whispered as his hands went to unclasp your bra, turning you around so your back was flush with his chest. You turned red and gulped. “Oh c’mon, Y/n. You were so confident before~” He teased before you let out a moan and started to grind your hips again.

His fingers started to rubbed your clit through your panties. You moaned louder and started to grind down harder, almost feral. “Shh~ You don’t want anyone to here...” You could almost feel Bolin’s smirk as he moved his fingers faster against your clothed sex. The knot in your stomach started to tight as you go closer. You arched your back and whined.

“C’mon baby. Cum for me~” God damn it, Bolin being cocky always did things to you. Soon you started to see stares as you came, and you came HARD. “B-Bolin~” You moaned as your eyes rolled back. “That’s my baby. Only you make me doing things like this okay? I love you honey~” He hummed and kissed your cheek. “I love you too..” You slurred, still coming down from that amazing high.

#thigh riding #legend of korra #legend of korra x reader #legend of korra smut #legend of korra bolin #lok bolin #bolin x reader #bolin x reader smut #lok bolin x reader #smut #x reader smut

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meowzfordayz · 3 years ago

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Hey, I'm sorry to bother you and I love your writing! I look forward to seeing new content when I check for it.

I've been having a rough time. Some backstory but when I was younger my dad died and it tore my mom up. My mom is a terrible alcoholic now and it has led to a lot of mental and emotional abuse for 9 years. I have an older brother, and we would work together to help my younger brother not see this side of her and hopefully shield him from this trauma. Although it helped him some (we couldn't always be there since we had to go to college, but he is doing well now she loves him more than us), we got more trauma to make up for his (Don't take me wrong I would do it again in a heartbeat).

A lot has happened because of it and now I have severe PTSD from it. Sadly, it has gotten to the point to where even the smell of alcohol makes me freeze and go on autopilot. Yelling makes me cry thinking of my mom and what she has said and done.

Despite living hours away at a college, my mom has caused more grief, and I will spare a lot of details because it's a lot but she has taken action to stop us from ever seeing my younger brother again. While it has been a few days and she has receded her statement, it took a huge mental toll on all siblings since we thought we wouldnt be able to see each other again and talk in secret until he was 18 (he's 13).

If you felt comfortable with it, and when you have free time I don't want to take away from your personal projects, could you maybe do a Kyojuro x reader where they meet his father for the first time but also suffers from these triggers? If x readers were real it would be the hardest challenge for me. I figure it would be a tough situation since he loves his dad, but he also has to figure out a way to help them either leave to a safe place and explain later or find a way to help them until they are alone. I just want his comfort knowing he was in a similar situation.

Thank you so much and I'm so sorry for just dumping all this on you. Even if you don't take this request I appreciate you just being here 💙💙

Heyo !! A, you aren't a bother 💖; B, ty for complimenting me ☺️; and C, I hope it's alright to answer this publicly (if you'd like me to delete it, then lmk via another Ask !!) — I just don't know how else to notify you (since this was, understandably, sent on Anon) that I've finished your request. 😅

I'm sorry for how your mom's treated you and your siblings. I admire your selflessness and kindness, and wish I could do more to lessen the weight of her abuse. While I'm obvi not qualified to offer specific advice or "wisdom", I'm at least grateful I get to write something for you that (hopefully) provides some comfort. You are valid; you are deserving of safety and love; and I am in your corner — I am rooting for you and your family.

💝 <— "i get you"

#emergency request

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kpoppwriter · 4 years ago

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Retrouvaille

❧ Genre: Childhood Friend!Yuta x fem!reader

❧ Words: 3.8k+

❧ Synopsis: You never wanted to leave him in the first place but maybe leaving this time is the right thing to do for your sake.

❧ A/N: woop woop here it is finally! Ratatouille is here everyone lmaoooo. it took me 10 days to write but yeah I’m not used to working on one fic for this long (except series obvi). The other fic Ukiyo is going to take a bit longer as there’s a lot I have left to write with that one

~※ Main Masterlist ※~

The air was cool, not too cold that you needed a jacket however. The slight breeze danced over your skin giving you goosebumps. A few stray cherry blossom petals fell onto the sidewalk. You picked one up. It was so smooth and delicate. You admired the petal before shoving it into your pocket. You continued to walk down the street towards your house.

“Y/N!”

You turned around at the sound of your name. A smile spread across your lips as you saw Yuta running to catch up with you. He stopped in front of you hitting your shoulder playfully.

“You didn’t wait for me!” he pouted

“You were taking forever,” you quipped, “Plus, I have to be home on time today.”

“Oooh did you get in trouble or something?”

“No, I’m not like you, Yuta.”

You stuck your tongue out at him and ran a bit ahead of him so he couldn’t hit you again. He just shook his head at you in mock anger. The two of you continued to walk home. You told him about the funny joke one of your classmates said and he told you about the newest gossip in the lunchroom. You eventually stopped in front of your house.

“If ya need me, you know where to find me!”

Yuta waved at you as he walked to the house next door. He unlocked the door and stepped inside. You were so happy your best friend was also your neighbor. You sighed contently as you walked into your own home.

“We’re moving?!”

“Your father got a promotion so we have to move back to the States,” your mother explained, “This wasn’t a permeant living situation, honey.”

“What about school and my friends? What about..” you could feel a lump forming in your throat, “What about Yuta?”

“You’ll make new friends at your new school. You were always so good at making friends,” your father reassured you

“I don’t want new friends! I want to stay here!”

You got up from the table and ran up to your room. Tears were streaming down your face. You fell onto your bed, your face buried into a pillow. You let out your sobs, too overcome with anger and sadness to stop them. You heard a light tapping on your window pulling you from your thoughts. You wiped your eyes as you looked over to the window. There on the small bit of roof under your window sat Yuta, his face full of confusion and sadness. You got up and opened the window.

“I told you not to jump to my window,” you sniffled

“Why’re you crying?” he asked ignoring your scolding

You opened your mouth to tell him but you couldn’t get the words out. You didn’t want them to be true. Instead of telling him, you grabbed his arm and pulled him into your room. You wrapped your arms around his torso tightly, your face buried into his chest. Yuta said nothing. He hugged your back, his hand gently petting your head. He let you cry some more into his chest, not worried about the tear stains you were leaving on his shirt. He waited until your cries turned into sniffles before he asked you what was going on.

“I’m leaving,” you whispered

“Leaving?” he stared at you, “What do you mean leaving?”

“My family’s moving back to the States.”

“You just moved here a few years ago! How can you go back already?”

“My dad got a promotion,” you wiped your eyes, “I don’t have a choice, Yuta. It’s already settled.”

Yuta said nothing. He just held you tighter like you’’d disappear in front of his eyes if he let you go.

You watched your parents packed up the luggage and extra boxes into the rental car from the window. You had your backpack on and your own luggage beside you. You rolled it out to the curb. You tried to look at every little detail around you so you’d have the most perfect mental image of this place you called home for so long. You never wanted to forget a single detail. Your eyes locked onto Yuta, who had been sitting outside on the curb in front of his house. He looked over at you and sent you a sad smile. You walked over and plopped down next to him.

“So this is it,” he whispered

“Yeah I guess it is,” you sighed

You stared at each other, unsure of what to say now. Something popped into your mind. You quickly pulled off your backpack and began searching through it.

“Hold on.”

You pulled out a yellow and pink woven bracelet. You took his wrist and tied the bracelet around it. He studied the woven thread around his wrist.

“I made that for you,” you said, “And I made myself a matching one.”

You showed him your wrist with the same bracelet on it. He smiled widely.

“Now you can’t forget about me. I’m struck to you.”

“Thank you,” he giggled, “I won’t ever take it off.”

“You better not Nakamoto,” you narrowed your eyes at him, “I will come back here and beat you up if you do.”

You father called out for you from the car. You and Yuta stood up, exchanging one last hug before you left. It lasted a little longer than normal hugs but you weren’t complaining. You walked back to the car, peaking over your shoulder to see if Yuta was watching. He was watching with tears in his eyes. You got in the car and drove off leaving the home you once knew behind you.

You threw your duffle bag in the corner of the dance studio. You inspected the room, this dance studio was new to you. You had just moved to Korea from the States to work as a dance instructor for kpop idols. You were honored at the opportunity but felt like you were a bit in over your head. You’ve never worked with such big clients before. You just sighed, knowing you’d be fine once you got over the initial nerves.

You were digging around in your bag when you heard the studio door open. You turned around and saw a man bowing politely at you. You returned the gesture. He put down his own bag off by the wall then began to stretch. You couldn’t help staring at the man, his handsome face and amazing physic was making you a bit flustered. Your eyes moved from his face down to his arms. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt so you were able to see his arms in full. You noticed something around his wrist, a small bracelet that looked worn and almost colorless. You could see the faint colors, a simple yellow and pink design. Your eyes went wide. Yellow and pink bracelet...

“Hey,” you pointed at the man’s wrist, “Where did you get that?”

He looked at you, his expression laced with confusion. He followed your finger to his wrist, smiling when he realized what you were looking at.

“It was a gift from a childhood friend,” he reminisced, “They were someone i really cared about. I promised I wouldn’t take it off.”

“Or they’d beat you up.”

You pulled up your sleeve, exposing your own frayed bracelet with the exact same design as his. The man stood up quickly and grabbed your wrist.

“Y/N?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug. His arms wrapped tightly around you and he lifted you off the ground. He gently placed you back on the ground, pulling away to look at you properly.

“It’s been a while, Yuta,” you smiled widely

“It’s been too long, Y/N.”

You finished up the dance practice a little earlier than expected, the boys of NCT 127 picking up the choreography rather quickly. They bowed at you as they each took their leave. You grabbed your water from your duffle bag, taking a drink while you packed it up. You picked up your bag and left the dance studio. Waiting outside, leaning up against the wall in front of the door, was Yuta.

“Y/N,” he approached you, “You doing anything now?”

“I was going to get some lunch.”

“Perfect.”

He grabbed your wrist and started pulling you towards the entrance of the SM building. You tried to wriggle out of his grasp while laughing. When you got outside, you got your wrist out of his grip.

“What are you doing?” you laughed

“Taking you to lunch,” he smiled

You happily enjoyed your lunch with Yuta, using the time alone together to catch up. It had been years since you saw each other so there was much to catch up on. You ended up going to lunch the next day as well...and the day after that. Going to lunch after practice became a normal thing for the two of you. You slowly began to learn and relearn everything about your long lost friend. You were so happy to have him back in your life.

You spent your weekdays rehearsing and teaching choreographies to NCT. your weekends however were your free days but even on your free days you spent time with the boys and of course with Yuta. All the time you spent with Yuta started to have a different effect on you though, an effect you didn’t expect. You were becoming so close again but this time was different. You didn’t just see him as a friend anymore. You thought there could be more to your relationship. You had caught feelings for him. Of course, you refused to let your budding feelings change your friendship. You didn’t want to deal with the rejection if you did tell him you had feelings for him. Instead, you kept it all bottled up.

You were at the dorms hanging out with some of the members. They were having a movie day and invited you over. You were curled up on the couch with a blanket, Yuta also curled up beside you. You all were waiting to start the movie, Taeil and Jungwoo still in the kitchen preparing the snacks.

“Did you guys hear about the event SM is having?” Doyoung said as he walked into the dorm living room

“Yeah, we all got an invite,” Taeyong clarified

“Who’s going?”

Even though you had just starting working for SM, you also got an invite to this event. Of course if the boys were going to go, you’d be there too. It would be good to get to know other people beside NCT.

“I am,” you spoke up

“I’ll go too then,” Yuta smiled at you

You were thankful someone else started speaking as a pink blush formed on your neck. You didn’t want Yuta to see how his words could effect you like this. Not only would he tease you relentlessly but he’d get a bit suspicious as to why they had such an effect on you. You didn’t want him to know you liked him. That’d just make everything messy.

A few more people agreed to go to the event, which you were happy about. It’d be fun to hang out with the other boys outside of the dorms or the dance studio for once. It was also an excuse to see everyone dressed up. You were pulled out of your thoughts when Taeil and Jungwoo came into the living room with the snacks. Everyone got comfortable in front of the tv before Taeyong hit play. You found it hard to pay attention to the movie playing, thoughts of your first SM event occupying your mind. They were rather distracting especially since they were filled with images of Yuta. You shook your head, trying to clear those intrusive thoughts away so you could pay attention the movie rather than your feelings for your best friend.

You stood by yourself in the corner of the room sipping on some champagne. You glanced down at your phone yet again. You were starting to get impatient waiting for the boys to arrive at the event. You felt a little awkward just standing by yourself.

“Excuse me?”

You looked up to find a rather attractive man standing in front of you. He apparently noticed how you were standing alone and thought he’d come join you. You explained you were waiting for your friends. He said he’d keep you company in the meantime, if you wanted. Not seeing the harm in making some new friends, you agreed.

The moment Yuta walked into the event, his eyes scanned the room for you. His head quickly turned when he heard your laughter. When he saw you acting rather friendly with another guy, he felt his blood boil. Who was this guy and what was he doing around you? Yuta started making his way over to you, hoping to split up whatever was going on. You caught sight of Yuta as he walking over, not noticing how upset he looked. You waved at him before excusing yourself. You jogged over to Yuta happily.

“I was wondering when you’d get here!” you smiled

“We got caught in traffic,” Yuta mumbled, “Let’s go over to the others.”

You let Yuta bring you over to the other members, all thoughts of the man from before completely leaving your mind. Off near the entrance, some of the members stood at a table drinking and talking amongst themselves.

“Hey Y/N,” Johnny greeted you as you and Yuta walked up

“Hey there,” you smiled, “You guys looked nice.”

They thanked you before going back to their conversations. You joined in, completely ignoring Yuta once again. You couldn’t tell but he was becoming rather agitated with how you basically pushed him off to the side. He figured that if you weren’t going to pay attention to him, he might as well go find someone that would.

You didn’t even notice Yuta was gone at first. When you looked for him, you found him standing with a girl. A really attractive girl. You watched how he shamelessly flirted. The girl was clearly enjoying the attention, her face tinted pink. You felt a lump growing in your throat but swallowed it knowing you had no reason to be feeling this way. He was only your friend…just a friend. You downed your glass of champagne and placed it on the table beside you. You didn’t say anything to Yuta or the other boys. You just left.

You were almost to your car when you heard someone calling your name. You glanced back and saw Yuta standing there staring at you with a look of disbelief on his face. You just kept walking to you car. You tried to ignore him- he was still calling out to your name- but he ran up to your car grabbing your wrist to keep you from getting into the car.

“Hey, where are you going?” he asked

“I’m going home.”

“Why? We haven’t even been here that long.”

His words came out a bit rougher than he intended. He sounded so annoyed. Your eyebrows furrowed and you pulled your wrist out of Yuta’s grasp.

“I’m feeling really tired. I’m heading home now.”

You attempted to get into your car but as you opened the door, Yuta pushed it closed. You turned around to face him.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“You’re not actually tired. What’s going on?”

“I’m...” you sighed, “I just need to go.”

Yuta didn’t stop you from getting you into the car this time. You drove away, leaving him alone out in the cold night.

“I think I should quit working with SM,” you groaned

“What?! This is like your dream job!” your friend exclaimed over the phone, “What would you do if you did leave anyway?”

“Maybe go to another company or just move back to the States-”

“No, you’re not coming back,” your friend stated

“Why?” you whined, “If I’m not happy here I should be allowed to come back!”

“You’re just saying all of this because you don’t want to face the facts.” she

“What do you mean?”

“You love Yuta.”

You were stunned at her words. You didn’t think she’d be so brazen (and you didn’t think you were being that obvious). You sputtered out a lie saying you didn’t actually like him, he was just your childhood friend.

“You’re not a good liar,” she laughed, “You clearly like him! Why else would you be so jealous at the thought of him flirting with someone else?”

“Well, I just know what’s-”

“Oh, ‘you know what’s best for him’. That’s not a good excuse,” she sighed, “Don’t act like the jealous best friend. You either need to tell him the truth or you can run away.”

Tell him the truth or run away...which one would be easier in the end? Too emotionally drained to decide that now, you ended the call with your friend and went to bed. Hopefully tomorrow would be an easier day.

The next week went by as normal. You held practice a few days and on your days off, you were at home alone. You saw Yuta sometimes if he decided to come to practice but never exchanged words. He seemed mad at you; he barely acknowledged your presence when you weren’t teaching. You could tell he didn’t want you here. He didn’t care. You felt the lump growing in your throat at that thought. That was enough of a sign for you. You should go back to the States.

You handed in your resignation to SM before you left for the day. Two weeks would be enough time for you to pack your life up. You had the whole weekend to yourself so you could start getting everything situated. You gripped the strap of your duffle bag tightly as you walked the dark streets. There was no going back now.

“Y/N!”

Jungwoo waved to you as you walked down the hall towards the dance studio. You waved back; the smile on his face was far too contagious and a smile appeared on your lips. You were happy to be starting off your week with someone that seemed to enjoy your company.

“Hey Jungwoo.”

“Is it true?” his smile disappeared, “You’re leaving?”

“Wait how-”

“You’re leaving, Y/N?” Mark asked

You hadn’t noticed them walking up but a few of the other members were now standing beside Jungwoo, all of them looking at you confused.

“Yeah,” you sighed, “I’m heading back to the States.”

“But what about your job here?”

“I quit.”

It was obvious the boys didn’t know what to say, their silence was deafening. Instead of lingering in the sadness, you ushered them all into the practice room to start rehearsals. Yuta didn’t show up until later and of course he didn’t say anything to you. You just decided not to tell him you were leaving. You figured he wouldn’t even talk to you anyway if you tried.

You got home earlier than usual, the boys were super on it and you were more than happy with their progress so you ended practice early. You were working on packing up your knick knacks and other decor in your apartment. You had music on and you had left your phone in the kitchen so you didn’t notice it going off repeatedly. You did however hear the loud knocking on your door. You turned down your music before heading to the front door thinking it was a neighbor or something. You were a bit taken aback when you saw Yuta standing on the other side of the door.

“What’re you doing here?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

He was clearly angry. It looked like smoke would come out of his ears any second. You didn’t say anything, knowing he was talking about your move back to the States. You walked back into your home, Yuta following you after closing the door behind him.

“Y/N-”

“How was I supposed to tell you when you wouldn’t talk to me?” you huffed, “You barely acknowledged me, let alone talk to me. How was I supposed to tell you when you wouldn’t even look at me?”

Yuta was silent. He knew he was wrong. He had known this for a while but something broke inside him when he found out through Jungwoo that you were moving. He had hoped that you would’ve at least told him this news yourself. You could feel yourself getting hot with anger, all of your pent up emotions finally getting ready to be released right here and now.

“I wished and hoped that I’d get a chance to see you again and here you are but instead of having my best friend back I got some sort of double edged sword. One minute you’re acting all sweet with me then the next you’re ignoring me and angry with me like I did something wrong!”

You hadn’t noticed you were crying until a tear dripped off your face onto your hand. You wiped the tears away roughly. Yuta’s expression had softened slightly at the sight of your tears. He wanted to wrap you up in his arms and let you cry into his chest like he did when you were kids.

“I thought that meeting by chance all these years later was some sort of destiny or fate but maybe it was just a mistake.”

Your words were like venom. Yuta felt like he was going to start crying himself. He hated this. He hated how he did this to you. His petty attempt at revenge wasn’t worth losing you. He reached out towards you but you kept your distance.

“Please let me explain.”

“No there’s nothing to explain-”

“I love you.”

Those three words took the air out of your lungs. The whole world stopped in that moment. Neither of you said anything but your stares spoke volumes. You tried to contain the sob rising in your throat but it still escaped. Yuta couldn’t hold back any longer. He came over and wrapped your trembling body up in his arms, his hand softly stroking your head. You let the tears flow freely, not caring about how they’d stain his shirt.

“I love you too,” you whispered

Yuta leaned back slightly to look at you. Even with puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks, you were beautiful. He cupped your cheek delicately as his lips captured yours. They molded against yours like they were meant to be together. His lips tasted sweet like peppermint and chocolate. You could get drunk off that taste. His arm snaked around your waist so he could hold you close. You relaxed into his arms letting your shyness melt away. Your arms wrapped around his neck pulling him closer to you. Yuta pulled away first so he could catch his breath.

“Don’t leave,” he breathed against your lips

You just nodded, your lips capturing his again.

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stay with me; {001} the boy who waited

(hey y’all, here’s chapter 1 of the new fic i’m writing. Collins x Reader, obvi, and HEAVILY inspired from my first imagine here! thanks for reading! it’s like, 1:40 am so if errors are here i’ll revise later lol)

genre: dunkirk

collins x reader

word count: 1873

Where you’re from, you grew up learning stories of the great countries and empires that rose and fell centuries before you. You learned about the ravaging wars fought – over ideologies that seem so foreign to your time. You learned about the beginnings of technology, and how centuries ago, people were amazed to be able to carry the equivalent of a computer in their pocket.

Where you’re from, time travel was possible – though it was only used by the government and with extreme caution. The dangers of traveling to the past were drilled into your brain when you got promoted to your position. Your job – one people in the days of old would have only dreamed of – was to use this technology when your country needed it. And, a document that got destroyed right after the second World War was something it needed. You’re never told why you’re getting something; you aren’t cleared for that level of information.

The politics of your time are complicated – as they are in any time – but you know the countries that exist now are far different from the ones in 1945. Weeks went into your research, which consisted of playing old videos of accents, familiarizing yourself with slang, and knowing what type of clothes to wear to not stick out from a normal crowd. When it came time for the departure date, you were confident in how much you prepared for this mission.

South of Glasgow, September 25th, 1945.

The blue lettering projected from the module in your right arm as you set it in. With a nod to your supervisor – an older woman with gray hair cut in a bob style – you pushed the circular, green button to the right of the display. Instantly, a timer took the place of the date you entered and began counting down from 5 seconds, with a light beeping to accompany it.

4. You took in a deep breath.

3. You relaxed your muscles. Being tense during travel was never a good idea.

2. You exhaled.

1. You closed your eyes.

A flash. Your feet left the hard, tiled ground of the office and landed on spongy grass. You never knew what it looked like to travel, for you feared going blind at the sight of it. Plus, the whole trip was over within a few seconds, and you never had time to pop open an eyelid mid-travel.

You inhaled deeply, your lungs enjoying the crisp, biting air. It was a welcome change from the stifling, warm heat from your office. You opened your eyes.

You landed in an open field with grass greener than you’d ever seen before. From your position, you could just make out old-fashioned buildings in the distance, but around you there was nothing but grass. You were hoping for that; it’s always required that you land where nobody can see you. You pulled down the long sleeve of your sweater to cover the module on your arm. Thankfully, the chilly weather outside meant nobody would question your clothing choices.

You took in another deep breath, psyching yourself up for the task at hand, before taking a step and walking towards the buildings in the distance.

It was dark by the time you’d retrieved what you came for; and the night air proved to be harsher than the comfortable, afternoon winds. You were reviewing the folder, safely in your hands, your feet taking you back to the fields you’d landed in.

You met him as you walked down that deserted street. He was walking at a snail’s pace compared to yours – out on his nightly stroll - you’d come to learn - that he always went on, looking up to the skies to remember a dear friend that never made it home. Normally, your instincts would have picked up the approaching stranger before he got too close, but success had dulled them. The folder was sent flying out of your grasp when your bowed head collided into his lean chest, though you managed to keep from landing on your backside. Not much could be said for the one you ran into, however.

A heavy Scottish voice called from below you as you picked up the folder from the sidewalk. “Sorry – didn’ see ye there.”

“Don’t worry about it – I wasn’t paying attention myself,” you replied, your eyes glued to the contents in your hands to inspect any possible damage and not once glancing to the stranger. Your accent was different than your normal one – you’d studied British accents from this period to be able to blend in – and thus had to fake the way your voice sounded. You’d realized that British was easier to fake than a Scottish one, and consequently had come up with a backstory in case it was needed.

“I should’ve bin paying attention, as well,” the man started in a tone that held a bit of playfulness to it, and you let yourself peek over to see who exactly it was you had collided into. Bright, breathtaking blue eyes pierced into your own, causing your breath to pause in your chest for a moment. You both were so entranced that you didn’t even notice the silence lingering between the two of you, which the stranger broke with a stifled cough. Your cheeks warmed up as you realized how long you had been staring. “uh, sae, uh… wid ye let me treat ye to a drink for th' trouble I’ve caused?”

It should have been an automatic no from you. You knew just how dangerous it was to mingle with anybody from the past – a strict rule placed by your organization for good reason – and that anything you do could have adverse effects for the future. On the other hand, a drink to relieve the tension from the mission you just successfully completed sounded very tempting. You deserved it, after all, you had the future of the world on your shoulders. Plus, you were a tad caught up in the idea of a random, handsome stranger taking interest in you enough to offer a drink – and it’d be an amazing story for the water cooler. One drink couldn’t hurt, right?

He led the way to a pub nearby and held the door open for you. All the while there, you couldn’t help but steal glances at the stranger. He kept smiling, always finding something to comment on as you two walked and even making you laugh a few times.

Your muscles relaxed as you entered the warm room and escaped from the chilly night outside. He led you to a table and ordered you both some pints. Once you both had taken a few sips of the liquid courage, opening up was an effortless task.

Jack Collins. He fought in the RAF. He flew to Dunkirk, but crashed in the sea and was thankfully rescued by some civilians. You remembered the story faintly from an old history lesson – the incredible story of home coming for soldiers trapped on a beach. Your heartbeat quickened as you realized you sat across from a war hero – a handsome one, at that – that bought you a drink.

“So, Y/N,” Collins started after he swallowed a sip of the golden liquid. “Now that ye know a' aboot me, I figure I shuid git to learn aboot you.”

You answered the question easily with the fake story you’d worked up, though you couldn’t deny how something stirred within you as you lied to the nice gentleman. “My family is from Carlisle. We had a bakery there, before the war. I helped my mom keep the business going while my dad and brother went to fight. They made it back alive, thankfully.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Collins grinned and held up his glass. You did the same, clinking yours against the rim of his and bringing the glass to your lips as you took a sip.

“And I’ve been staying with some mates around Glasgow for the time being, just traveling,” you finished after gulping down the sip of beer. Collins nodded at your story, accepting it without any bit of hesitation.

After a few more drinks, the responsible side of you snapped out of the fantasy and realized it was time to go back home. Your stomach fell when you relayed this information to Collins who – oblivious to the literal meaning of your statement – asked to accompany you back home. The two of you had already put on your coats and were leaving the pub, your face instantly getting hit with a gust of frigid air.

“I’ll let you walk me halfway, deal?” You compromised, a spike of panic hitting you as you hoped he wouldn’t be too gentlemanly.

“Fine, bit onlie if ye promise to catch up wi` me again,” His tone held a note of desperation – one that struck you even worse than the panic did. There was hope in his bright eyes – one that you didn’t want to crush.

“Of course,” you replied easily, though your insides turned cold at the idea of him eagerly waiting for you, only for you to never show up. He asked you to meet him at the same pub the next night, to which you agreed with no qualms.

You two began the walk down the direction you were walking toward. You didn’t exactly know when halfway was, so you let Collins fill the air with jokes and bad puns that made you laugh more than you would have if you were sober. After a while of walking, the two of you brushing up against each other intentionally, you stopped in your tracks and faced him.

“Before ye go –” he hastily added as you turned to leave. “I'm needin', uh, collateral. So, I know you’re serious aboot showing up. Otherwise, I’ll embarrass mysell by bein' stood up.”

A playful smirk stretched your lips. “Collateral? What did you have in mind, then?”

He stepped closer, closing the gap between the two of you. Your breathing hitched once more as you stared into his blue eyes, which kept glancing from your eyes to your lips. “This,” he whispered in a deep voice as his lips pressed against yours. Your heart beat faster in your chest, making your blood rush to your cheeks. Suddenly, you couldn’t feel the cold from the night – only Collins and his warmth in front of you. One of his hands pressed against the small of your back to pull you closer in the embrace. You could have melted from the kiss, but the annoyingly responsible side of you nagged to pull away after a few moments of bliss. He seemed a bit shocked at the pull away, but the grin on your face wiped away any doubts he may have been thinking of.

No words needed to be exchanged after that private moment. From how your heart was still racing in your chest, you knew you’d have to come back for more. You winked his way before turning away from him – leaving a dazed Scottish boy alone on the sidewalk, his heart fluttering in his chest.

#collins x reader #collins fanfiction #dunkirk imagines #jack lowden x reader #jack lowden imagines #dunkirk fic #stay with me

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