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hauntedhokage · 3 days ago

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𝘪 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘹 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦

dante/f!reader

summary: after it took so long to get over him, you end up in his arms again

word count: 3.1k

warnings: sex pollen/fuck or die, dubcon, breeding (one-sided), reader is not of sound mind for most of this

Not-so-newly single but only recently starting to get over it, your night out was supposed to end differently. Alone at the very least, in bed with someone else as the true best ending of this scenario — but not back in bed with your ex. The friends you’d gone out with would be so disappointed should they hear that Dante had managed to weasel back into your apartment after you spent two weeks looking at the tshirts he’d left behind before finally throwing them into a box that lived in your closet. They wouldn’t believe it was a life or death situation that had you clinging to Dante in an alley, it sounded so stupid. “Hey guys, some demon attacked me on my way home haha!”

Crazy. Certifiably insane, even. To say that a demon attacked, sprayed you with…something and as a result you fucked your ex like a rabbit in heat until you passed out from exhaustion was a first class, one-way ticket to a mental institution.

But that was the unfortunate truth.

The night had started in the club, you’d finally accepted the invitation to go out and get over Dante. Losing your hot kinda-boyfriend was truly a tragedy but it was time to move on and stop grieving the relationship and alcohol was the way to do it. The goal was to get into bed with someone else, a good lay to get over it before trying to secure a rebound — but even just dancing your problems away would’ve been a good use of your time.

The music was loud, bass and drums rattling your ribcage and you were having fun. A couple people danced with you, one guy was actually very attractive and you were hoping something could come of it — which was why you agreed to leave with him. Your hand in his and a wave to your friends as they whistled and cheered you on, all proud that you’d taken a huge step in getting over Dante.

That was the last time that night you truly felt like you were in control.

He lived only a few blocks away from the club, so you didn’t mind walking with him to cool off a bit and get to know him some more. His name was Kyle, he worked as a bouncer at another club in town, and he was also getting over a bad breakup. He was cute, told bad jokes that you couldn’t help but laugh at, and it felt like there was a chemical reaction happening between you two which gave you hope that maybe this could stretch past just a one night stand.

Until the demon appeared.

Dante had told you enough about his line of work that you were aware of demons and hell being real rather than just something put in the Bible to scare people into “behaving”. You also knew that you stood no chance if you were ever toe-to-toe with one without the white haired menace acting as your protector — and quickly learned that Kyle stood no chance either.

The sound of his pained screaming registers moments after the demon struck, and you can only stand in horror and watch the…creature claw at him until the screaming finally stops. You couldn’t help, but you were next in line to get ripped apart in the well lit alley by the monster that looked a bit like an insect. Maybe a cicada? Or a locust?

A sweet smell wafts through the air, lavender and — was that vanilla? Or maybe a cake-y smell? Too sweet for an alley but your thoughts start to scramble and it feels too hot now. You want to leave, but your feet are rooted to the asphalt below your shoes and you don’t know where you would go if you could leave? Were you supposed to be anywhere but here in front of this creature that was clearly meant to be your mate?

“Chosen.”

The whisper sends a shiver down your spine; it feels so wrong yet also calms you at the same time. You were chosen by such a wonderful creature, a superior life form chose you to be its mate. To carry its offspring and produce a new, stronger generation.

Chosen. You. Only you. Special girl. A strong girl.

“Chosen.”

“And here I thought I had squished enough bugs tonight.”

That voice was familiar, comfortable — safe? Possibly.

But he was now driving his foot through your intended mate’s head. That wasn’t good.

“The only thing she’s chosen for is a long life and good night of sleep.”

You can only watch, horrified as the owner of the apparently safe voice hacked and slashed at your mate. It must be customary for two males to compete to prove dominance to the fertile female, because your mate fought until he finally fell to the familiar white haired man.

“...I thought he’d be crunchier. Oh well.”

“You killed him.” Your whisper brings his attention from the corpse back to you, and he moves quickly to stand before you as he talks. You don’t really hear what he’s saying, too focused on the gory scene deeper in the alley, until he’s kneeling in front of you with his hands carefully holding your shoulders as he tries to hold your attention.

“Hey, hey, it’s me — can you hear me?”

“You?”

“Me. Dante. C’mon, honey, talk to me.”

“Dante?” That was familiar. You know the name, know how it connects to the voice, the eyes, the lips. Dante, he used to be your lover — he could be a mate. He could help you fulfill your purpose. “Need-“

“Yeah, baby, I’ll get you home.”

Home sounded good. Sounded right.

“Need you to fuck-”

“Not right now, a pretty girl like you needs to be put to bed properly.”

He’s able to throw you over his shoulder and stand effortlessly, and your loins are practically singing at how lucky you were to have been selected by two capable mates and the more capable one was carrying you home. He was going to bed you, breed you as you were born for – you!

The walk to your apartment feels long, and is made kinder by the way his hands held you firmly on his shoulder. One large arm wrapped around your waist to keep you secured to his shoulder, fingers of that hand pressing into your side to maintain a good grip while his other hand rested on your ass — and you assume there’s no functional reason for that hand to be there aside from just feeling you, and that thought makes you giddy at the thought that he found you attractive. This strong man, your mate, was admiring your child-bearing hips. Did he feel the warmth of your core through your jeans? Did he know just how badly you wanted him, how slick you’d gotten just being in his hold?

You’re set down on your feet once your apartment door is open, but the world around you is spinning which makes staying upright near impossible. Thankfully Dante is there to steady you, letting you lean forward into his sturdy figure as he guides you backwards into your apartment.

“Did that bug hit you or something? Did you swallow something?”

You shake your head, but your hands move of their own accord to his belt to get to what you needed. He was going to breed you, you could help him get undressed.

“H-hang on. You’re not okay enough for-“

“I was chosen.”

“You were basically drugged.”

You don’t know why he’s arguing with you — he fought your mate to win you. He was supposed to be breeding you right now, claiming you as his mate, but now he’s not? Did you do something wrong? The thought pierces through your core, almost as if your womb itself was getting prodded at by a sharp blade in search of the most vulnerable part.

“Oh, shit, please don’t cry.”

“Hurts.”

“What hurts?” Your shaky hand grips his wrist, guiding his hand from where it rests on your arm to settle over your stomach where it felt like you were getting stabbed repeatedly. The warmth of his hand soothes the pain but only barely, a whine leaving you when his fingertips press into the soft skin of your stomach in an attempt to massage you. “Let’s get you laid down. I’ll stay tonight and if you’re not better by morning we’ll figure that out.”

You’re reluctant to agree, but let him guide you to your bedroom while his hand stays planted on your stomach. You feel much better after he’s gotten you out of your clothes, opting to stay in just your bra while telling Dante that clothes made you too hot. At least you think that’s what you said, his confused expression suggested that he didn’t understand what it was you said but that was a problem for later. Right now you were feeling too hot, too empty, and you needed him to keep touching you.

“Hurts, Dante.”

“I don’t know how to help you, honey.”

“Touch me.”

He had to. He chose you, he brought you home, he had to breed you. Claim you. He could make this all better if he did what he was supposed to do as your mate.

You can only stare at him as he looks away from your half naked body, clearly thinking hard about something. Was he second guessing his choice? Did he-

“The bug blasted you with pheromones. That’s the same bug that…oh.” Your head tilts in unison with his, legs opening wider when he leans in closer to make room for him. “You're so horny this likely won’t register but if I don’t make you cum you will die from those pheromones.”

Didn’t he understand that you’d been asking him to fuck you all this time? Had you really been chosen by such a stupid man to be his mate?

“Please, Dante.” The whisper leaves you as his hand settles on your thigh, the other carefully pushing you back onto your mattress while he mumbles assurance that he was going to take care of you.

Your mouth falls open when his fingers push between your folds, the pain in your core dulled slightly by the stretch. This was what your body had needed — him, Dante, your mate. He was to claim you and ease the pain finally. A forearm is pressed to your hip, those two fingers that were once stretching you open are now parting your folds, and you sigh when his tongue slides through to lap at your essence while his thumb circles your already over-sensitive clit.

The orgasm crashes over you before you could process it, your hands moving to his hair to try and pull him closer and give you more. Instead, his other hand comes to replace his tongue, two fingers pushing into your cunt easily while his thumb continues to play with your clit.

“Are you going to cum again already?” He sounds amused, but you can’t formulate the words that you need to tell him that he was right. “Let me have it, honey. Cum for your mate.”

He keeps your hips pinned down through their attempts to roll and buck, what sounds like praise being mumbled into your pussy further soothing the pain in your womb. This was what you needed, and he was taking care of you like he had promised — as a mate should. You just needed him to fill you now, fill you and keep you full and breed you.

“Dante, please,” you whimper, meeting his gaze and biting your lip as you watch him lick his. “Need you inside me.”

“Seems like you’re doing better.”

You nod your agreement; your skin didn’t feel as hot or itchy as it had previously and your brain doesn’t feel as foggy as it had previously. There were questions starting to form regarding Dante’s presence that you’d get answers for later, but the pain in your core still lingered and that needed to be addressed.

“Still need me to fuck you?”

You nod, perhaps a bit too eagerly if the way he smirks at you is any indicator, but are rewarded by his hands releasing your hips so he could get himself undressed. You want to help, but are stopped by the sheer eroticism of Dante stripping himself of the various straps and belts that kept his weapons attached to his clothes. This was a man who was strong and capable, willing to protect you and proved earlier that he would succeed in doing so, and he was going to fuck you.

…and then you’d remember why you were mad at him, hopefully. You’re not even sure where the thought came from, but there was a nagging feeling at the back of your mind telling you that you were very upset with the man who was now kneeling between your spread legs – you just couldn’t quite remember what you were mad at him for.

The blunt tip of his cock coming to rest between your folds has your eyes closing your fingers digging into the soft linens beneath you as he presses forward and stretches you. There’s no time or consideration for adjustments, you’d wager that Dante had trusted in how wet you were and how much he’d prepped you – and you’re not complaining since this is what you needed.

“Just stay put,” he breathes into your ear, his hand taking yours and pressing it into the pillow beside your head. He’s still moving his hips against yours even as he speaks, the heat and desperation radiating off of him in waves as he presses a kiss to your cheek before he gently bites at your jawline. “Stay put and let me take care of us, will you do that?”

You nod, your compliance earning you another kiss before he’s pulling out. Before you have the chance to complain, he’s turning you over and pulling your hips up so you’d be propped up on your knees in front of him before he’s pushing back into you. There was no gentleness, no careful consideration of your human fragility, this was Dante on a mission to get you off and hopefully stop the pain that was still throbbing at your center and serving as a reminder that you were still unfilled. His hands grip your hips hard enough that you’re certain there would be ten little bruises decorating your skin later, and he muffles his own sounds of pleasure by biting into your shoulder, it hurts but in the best way possible as he fucks into you at a brisk pace that had your headboard knocking into the wall.

“You feel so good, y’know that?” he breathes into your ear, every other word punctuated by a grunt that makes you weaker than the one before. There’s a new heat burning inside you, this one you knew how to cope with and were glad it was Dante making you feel this way. “Missed you s’much, princess. Glad I’m here with you. Savin’ your life and all that.”

“Can you shut up for ten minutes?” You ask, your voice rising in pitch when his fingers make contact with your sensitive clit. You needed more but at the same time it felt like too much, and that has you arching back into him at the feeling of the rough pads of his fingers against the nerve bundle. “Fuck!”

“Stop runnin’, baby,” he chides, pressing his face into your neck to ensure you felt his chuckle in your skin. “Gonna make you cum, gonna make you feel better.”

This time you stay put when his fingers graze your clit, and you feel all coherent thoughts leave you as your body continues to rock with his as his fingers begin rubbing quick circles while his thrusts increase in pace. All that mattered was him, Dante, your stupid ex not-quite-boyfriend, and your approaching orgasm – anything else would have to wait until you could breathe normally again. A thrust punctuated by a pinch to your clit has your body going rigid beneath his, and he’s talking you through the orgasm until his own hips stutter and he pulls out to release on your ass.

“You were supposed to–”

“You are probably crazy fertile right now and the last thing we need is a baby.” The logic is sound even if the ache in your womb said otherwise. He was going to have to recall the last hour or two to help you piece together the scattered memories you did retain, but you know he’s looking out for your best interest. “More importantly, do you feel better?”

“A bit.” There was still the ache but you didn’t feel like you were being stabbed anymore, and you could think a hundred times more clearly than you were previously, you’re confident you could manage the rest of the night. It was probably that the more you could orgasm the faster it would go away if he wasn’t going to cum inside you. Which was also smart, even if you hated that you were giving him credit for a good idea.

“Give me ten minutes and we can go again if you want.”

“Clean your cum off my ass first and I’ll think about it.”

“Always makin’ me work.”

Looking back, it still feels like a fever dream but you know that pain was too real. Your body was too sore after going round after round with Dante until well after sunrise with a couple naps scattered between for your night to have gone in any other direction.

And now you’re sitting naked on your couch with said ex as he drank coffee from the mug that had always been his. Crazy, stupid, and just plain dumb. After it took so long to get over him, here you were – and all because of a stupid bug demon.

“Are you gonna keep starin’ at me or do I have to fuck you again?”

“Why are you still here?”

“Makin’ sure we got it all out of your system, silly girl. Can’t have you going out and fucking the first person you see.” He even has the nerve to tease you — after he broke up with you. Just because he saved your life didn’t mean that he could act like that.

“Why not?”

“You’re not that kind of girl, even if you tried to be last night. Yes, I was keeping an eye on you — that dude in the true religion was not your type. Too douchey.”

“I dated you.”

“At least I don’t walk around covered in rhinestones like I’m trying to be the disco ball.”

“You stalked me.”

“Bet you’re glad I did, otherwise you would’ve been a demon’s fleshlight and then its dinner. Or worse, left to die in that alley.”

You did remember how much it had hurt before Dante finally gave you what you needed, and it felt ridiculous to say that having sex with Dante saved your life — but here you were.

You fucked your ex and it saved your life. Stupid.

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husbandhoshi · 1 year ago

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title: ghosted pairing: seungcheol x f!reader wc: 6.1k, mature/18+ only! tags: based on this drabble. porn with a considerable amount of plot, fwb to lovers, rich guy!cheol, yn is able to be picked up. horrible terrible excessive amounts of fluff. smut tags below the cut. everyone say thank you to @wuahae for reading this over :)

smut tags: softdom!cheol, unprotected sex, oral (m and f receiving), spanking/biting, yn has hair that can get pulled, mild ass play, boob stuff, fingers in mouth.

you think you have seungcheol's number memorized.

well, you definitely should have by now, with how many times you considered deleting it. instead you ended up changing his contact name, first to seungcheol club, which is where you met him. second time--rebound guy. the third iteration, your roommate had made it DO NOT TEXT, and you had left it like that because she was probably right anyway.

for better or for worse, you are not very good at following instructions. you're two and a half weeks fresh off of a heart-to-heart with your friends where you agreed that no, the best way to get over your ex was to not get under somebody else, and yes, you should absolutely stop sleeping with a guy who brags about being a playboy.

so you deleted his number and your text history, and everyone swore up and down that this was a good thing.

and you're sure you were on the same page as them until about five minutes ago, when you were doing your laundry and you had come across one of his white button-up shirts.

(he let you keep it because he said you looked better in it than he did. that morning, before you left his place, he had buttoned it all the way up for you--don't want anyone else looking at you the way i do, he had said. plus, the amount of hickies he had left behind were in no way presentable to the general public.)

the effect this has on you is instantaneous and humiliating.

"fuck. fuck," you groan, now scrolling through your camera roll to look for literally any screenshot with his number in it.

there's one from back when he was rebound guy--he had sent you ten dollars in apple cash so you could buy a coffee when you said you were too tired to fuck. you ended up coming over that night anyway, and you both watched four hours of law and order until you fell asleep on his couch.

there are a handful from when DO NOT TEXT had sexted you in the middle of the workday, which you kept for posterity and nights alone with your vibrator.

and then, finally, a few weeks before that, when things were simple and he was just an unsaved number in your phone--hey, i know you ran out this morning, but i wanted to let you know i had a great time last night, if you know what i mean. even with the winky face emoji, it was a strangely wholesome text from a first time hookup.

you favorite the screenshot and curse the fact that you have never had good impulse control.

you up? i miss you.

the words fly so fast out of your fingers, you have no time to consider whether or not this is a good idea. you vividly recall the time he told you he had never seen the point of putting a label on a relationship, which was the whole reason your friends staged an intervention in the first place.

still, the white shirt on your bed taunts you. even thinking about it makes your head spin.

yeah. let me send you an uber.

that too--he had money, and he wasn't ashamed to spend it on you. between that and the dick, you don't think you're willing to squander your luck.

besides, seungcheol is still rebound guy. you're still getting over your ex, and he's just a quick fix in the meantime. you tell yourself this, and you keep telling yourself this until you're out the door, without a second chance to tell yourself otherwise.

"can't go long without getting your back blown out, huh?"

this is the first thing seungcheol says to you, oblivious to the fact that you were planning on forever ghosting him less than an hour ago.

"as if you didn't answer my text almost immediately," you laugh, letting him help you take your coat off.

"never said i wasn't happy to provide," he replies. his gaze is hot, sticky, like he's forgotten what you've looked like already. "i think it's been almost a month. i thought you got tired of me or something, you know."

"of course not. i...i got busy."

it's a half lie. the other half? you wouldn't dare admit it, but you missed his apartment a little. partly because it's much nicer than your own, but the bachelor pad decor was starting to grow on you. (and maybe the bachelor, with it.)

"work was good today?" you ask, letting him draw you in by the waist. his hands are so warm as he draws them up and down your sides, underneath the cotton of the thin shirt you have on.

"oh, please," seungcheol says, his grin now hovering right over your lips. "don't play innocent. you didn't come here so i could talk about my job."

he's right, so you let him kiss you. it's hot and fast and it tastes like his twenty dollar mouthwash, which you take small pride in because it means he would have been sleeping if his hand wasn't on your ass right now.

seungcheol has never been slow nor patient. your shirt has come off, and he now thumbs at the waistband of your jeans, grasping at the button to undo them.

"i don't think i even know what you look like with pants on," he says, lips dragging against the shell of your ear. "you always dress up when you come here, and it all ends up on the floor. pity."

you feel all the heat in your body surge towards your core. somehow your jeans are already on the floor and seungcheol's palm is fanned over the thin lace of your panties.

"thought about me the whole way here, huh?" two fingers are meanly sat over the seam of your cunt, pressing the damp fabric to your skin. "let yourself get all wet for me on the car ride?"

"maybe," you manage, not wanting to betray the embarrassment in your voice. you don't need his hand there to know how wet you are, and yet you know he's doing it to tease you anyway. he finds the bump of your clit over the fabric, now clingy and warm over your skin, and runs his thumb over it. "what else was i supposed to think about?"

"no need to be shy. can't lie with such a needy pussy." he chuckles as your thighs squeeze helplessly around him. "it's cute."

before you can protest, he pushes your panties to the side, now undoubtably soaked through, and his fingers find your clit again. it just takes two, three, rough strokes to draw the pleasure out of you like a fire in your belly.

"cheol," you whine. somehow things always end up like this--you, almost fully naked, and him, still with all his clothes on. he likes reminding you of it too, now enjoying the way you press against him, searching for skin. instead, you feel his cock under his sweatpants, right up against your thigh, and it only turns you on further.

your hands find his waist, but between the new welt he's sucked into your neck and the paralyzing feeling of his thumb on your clit again and again, you falter. your fingertips hover on the downy hair peeking over the band of his sweats, and you've never ached more to have him inside you.

that's all seungcheol needs to yank you back in line. "bed. now," he says, and you listen.

his apartment is big, and the walk feels dizzying as he follows behind you. what's even worse is that you can feel his eyes rake over you--he loves it. the humiliating stumble of your two left feet, the glistening slick at the apex of your thighs, how your panties cling to your ass, now ruined.

even now, as you clamber onto the bed like you're learning to use your limbs for the first time, he loves how easy you are for him. but you can't help it--no one fucks you as good as he does, and that was the reason he was rebound guy in the first place.

"face me," is his next command. at the foot of the bed, first, he pulls off his shirt, and your eyes wander first to his chest, then to the trail he's got down his stomach, teasing you as he pushes down his sweats.

one of his hands, strong and veiny, disappears under his waistband to play with his cock. you watch the slow flick of his wrist and see the shape of his length underneath the fabric, and you almost start salivating.

you're sure he's punishing you by now.

"you're staring, pretty girl. use your words." a turn of his wrist, and he groans. he might just make himself cum like this, and the notion that it wouldn't be somewhere inside you absolutely shatters the last bit of pride you had left.

"need you in my mouth, cheol," you whine, now sitting up straight against the headboard, as if looking any more pitiful would persuade him to join you.

and he does, just not in the way you want him to. instead, you watch his sweats fall to the ground before he kneels on the edge of the bed, on the end furthest from you.

"what, you think i'm gonna give it to you easy? after you made me wait for you?" you are not thinking straight enough to decipher what this means. who knew ghosting a fuckboy would have actual consequences, but you watch his grip tighten around the fat base of his cock and decide this is not the time to play detective.

so you swallow your pride and all your questions and you crawl. you crawl all the way down the seemingly endless length of his king sized bed, feeling seungcheol's gaze swallow you whole, and you like it.

when you stop at the foot of the bed, you take pause to look at seungcheol, really look at him. his eyes are dark, almost unrecognizably so--maybe it's the way you so readily make yourself perfect for him, arching your back just how he likes and letting your swollen, wet mouth fall open like you've never wanted anything more than him.

"so pretty like this," he coos. he runs a thumb over your bottom lip, feeling it quiver under his skin. you feel the saliva pooling in your mouth; it's as humiliating as it is desperate but you can't help yourself. it feels so good to be touched, and seungcheol's clings to you like nothing else.

he pushes his fingers into your mouth, almost to the back so you choke. you're at the point where you'll take anything, so you suck. you let your tongue run all over the digits, long and calloused enough that you can only dream of having them inside the other half of you. he pushes onto your tongue, wanting you to taste him, and you whimper, the feeling harsh but not unwelcome.

"dumb mouth just needs something in it, huh? my girl will just suck anything?"

you can't talk, so you whine around his fingers, feeling your pussy clench around nothing. he's been playing with his cock with his free hand, forcing you to watch him trace every vein with his own skin instead of yours. you hollow out your cheeks and suck him nice and tight, trying to fool yourself otherwise.

then he laughs, low and quiet--as fun as it is to slut you out, he's never been patient. "open wide, darling." he slides his fingers out from your mouth before pulling your hair out of the way. thank you, you want to say, but it's quickly washed away by the shock of his cock between your lips, rough but never too much so.

god, you didn't even think you liked sucking dick that much, but sleeping with seungcheol for this long must have altered your brain chemistry for the worse. his familiar, heavy warmth sits on your tongue, and you can't help but moan around him. you love the stretch of your jaw, the way his eyes always wrench shut no matter how in control he is.

"fuck," he groans, carding a hand through his hair. "slutty little mouth's made for me."

you hum around him, taking him all the way to where your nose skims the dewy curls on his abdomen and all you know is the scent of his heat. you're drooling so much, thanks to all the fingers in your mouth not too long ago, but you don't care. you run your tongue on the veiny underside of his cock, back and forth, savoring the hurt in your cheeks and all the spit on your chin.

seungcheol makes a low-pitched, strangled noise, the first time you've seen him crack tonight, and it sends another gushy wave of heat to your cunt.

you toy with his slit, let the salt of his precum fill your mouth, and suck hard around his cockhead. your scalp stings wonderfully with how he pulls at your hair, and you lean into the feeling. a deep breath through your nose, and you sink down again. the way he hits the back of your throat makes you yelp pitifully, but you persist like a dog to a bone. again, again, and you're gagging on your own spit as your throat spasms around him and you go cross-eyed.

he's all about control, but he lets you have this--perhaps he likes seeing you give yourself to him without him asking. he doesn't have to lift a finger, and you'll still choke around him, bruise your own throat. surely that had to mean something, but you'll chalk it up to some astrological sexual compatibility you're unaware of at the moment.

"enough," seungcheol finally says, voice gravelly, and he pulls you off him by the hair. "fuck, you probably would've cummed from that alone, huh?"

meanly, he reaches over your back to grab at the strings of your underwear so it digs into your cunt. you cry out, feeling the warmth of arousal leak all over your twitching hole, even between your ass. he's right--any more, and you really might have cummed all over yourself.

" 'm so wet, cheol," you plead, toes curling as he pulls the elastic of your panties further back. "please, please, please."

he releases the band, and it snaps hard against your skin. it feels like electricity as it connects with you, and you cry out again, the noise high-pitched and whoreish.

"gonna need you to face the other way if you want me to fuck you, darling," he says. "my baby likes it best from behind, right?"

you have nothing left in you but insatiable desire. you turn around to face the headboard, still on your hands and knees. seungcheol runs a careful hand down the curve of your spine before landing a hard slap on your ass. your skin sings, and all the blood in your body feels like it's been turned to fire.

"cheol," you warble, pressing your face into the sheets. your pussy actually hurts from how neglected it is, and when the second slap comes down, your clit aches like a bruise. "need you so bad...can't believe i went so long without you."

the words just fall out of you but you think they're true regardless. you were really fooling yourself thinking you could go the rest of your life without this. somewhere deep inside you, in the working part of your brain, you wonder if he's come to the same conclusion. that underneath the show, all the greed and the meanness, he missed you too.

"you must really need to get fucked," seungcheol chuckles. "you've never been this nice to me."

"not true," you protest, muffled by the sheets, and he laughs again. then he peels your underwear down your thighs before spreading your ass underneath his palms, and the cool air makes you twitch under him.

"you smell so fucking good. fuck." he groans, low and desirous, and it's the last thing you register before you feel the swell of his nose, his lips, as he buries his face in your cunt.

it's all too much at once--it rips a squeal out from your chest, one of those slutty, loud ones he loves, and it spurs him on further. you feel the wet pressure of his tongue, first between your folds, then up to the tight ring of your asshole, still messy with your arousal.

"o-oh my god," you cry. the pressure in your belly is now wound tight; you're so, so close and he's barely even started. he seems to know this, and deprives you of his mouth in lieu of his two fingers. the change in sensation is instant and toe-curling. something, anything, is finally inside you, and it's better than anything you have ever known. he drags the pads of his fingers brutally over your g-spot, loving the way you cry and tremble beneath him as your orgasm builds.

"have you had enough, pretty girl?" seungcheol asks, voice cruel, teasing. it's a rhetorical question--before you know it, his fingers are gone, and you instead feel the length of his cock between the curve of your ass. he's got a hand between your shoulder blades, pinning you down, just so he can see you struggle to push yourself against him.

"n-no," you reply, voice catching in your throat. you feel the head of his cock against your slit, and your thighs tremble with anticipation. not good enough. it only takes him a few times, rocking against your cunt, for you to crumble. you ask for things you can't even remember, and it's then when he pushes into you, so meanly you really do forget what words mean.

seungcheol swears under his breath, and his grip on your ass feels tight enough to bruise. your cunt flutters around him, god, you forgot how fucking big he is, but he doesn't give you much time to get used to it. his pace is unforgiving, and his hips slam into your ass like he's trying to fuck the sound out of you.

"cheol," you hiccup, listening to your voice jolt with every thrust. " 'm so full...."

"yeah? you like how i fill you up?" he squeezes your ass hard, and you moan into the sheets. "better than anyone else?"

"o-only you," you reply, slack-jawed at the feeling of being split open so well and the delicious, unending drag of him against your walls. "just you."

this seems to satisfy him. he enters you, deeper still, until it feels like he's in your stomach.

"so fucking tight," he says, from somewhere deep in his chest. "you need me to stretch you out like this every once in a while, yeah? you take it so well, pretty girl."

all you can do is moan his name. it's what you've been doing, and at this point, it's the only word you know. he bottoms out again, and the pleasure is so white-hot it feels like it burns.

it only takes two, three, punches into your cunt for you to come undone. you're gushing, gushing around him, babbling something incoherent, and still he is unrelenting. you feel your mouth move in an attempt to tell him you're too sensitive, and he only shoves his cock deeper in you so he can feel you clench hard around it.

then he pushes your head into the sheets, deeper still so the neighbors won't write him up in the morning, and fucks you again. you foolishly think another orgasm will break you, but all it takes is for him to press his thumb into the dip of your asshole and tell you he's going to fuck you in both holes one day for you to fall apart again.

by the time he's done with you, your legs feel boneless and you don't even want to think about the situation between them. (you had asked him to cum in you, and he did. there was so much, he had to push some back into you with his fingers, and you cummed one more time.)

you feel seungcheol's dead weight slump onto the bed beside you. you're still face-down, but you turn as far as you can to look at him. it's unfair how he still looks good now--his bangs, dark and curly with sweat, crown his forehead, and you watch his long eyelashes flutter shut.

"fuck," he groans. "how does every time with you get better?"

somewhere inside you, in the parts that still work, you feel a small gleam of pride. it feels traitorous, in a way--the whole point of being friends with benefits was that it was supposed to be conditional, but you're running out of conditions. clearly, it didn't take much for you to come back and not regret it.

seungcheol laughs at your silence. "did i break you? no," he jokingly whines, and he rolls onto his side to return your gaze. he brings a hand up to brush the hair out of your eyes, as if that would somehow magically repair your body. but it does feel nice. "please speak."

"maybe broken. to be determined." seungcheol grins stupidly when you say this, and you watch how his eyes crinkle up at the sides.

usually, it's every man for himself at this point in the night. seungcheol will order takeout and draft some emails, and you hobble over to the bathroom so you can pee and use the shower. he leaves you alone for this part, which is the perfect opportunity to mix all his fancy shower gels together like you're a kid again.

but today seems different. you lie there for a beat in silence, watching each other blink. then seungcheol gets up, slowly then all at once, and walks over to your wrung-out body.

"i'm picking you up," he says, like a warning. "hopefully you're not afraid of heights."

you think he's joking until you feel the strong cords of his forearms--one around your middle and the other under your legs. you didn't even think you were able to be picked up at this point in your life, but somehow he's got you flush against his chest now, almost nose to nose with him.

"wait," you waver, suddenly feeling self conscious about literally everything. you're sticky and smelly and you're not curious to find out if your post-coital form will scare him away. "seungcheol."

"you really plan on walking yourself over to the bathroom? you couldn't make it to the bedroom earlier, and i hadn't even fucked you yet."

"hey!" you protest. he laughs, and you can feel his whole body shake. "wait, i can't laugh too much, or i'm gonna start leaking."

"you've got another thing coming if you think i'm afraid of a little body fluid."

seungcheol bumps the bathroom door open with his ass, which is somehow the funniest and most endearing thing to you. you flip on the light, and he sets you on the counter like it's just a normal friday night for the both of you.

he turns the shower on and turns back to look at you. "how hot do you want it?" then his eyes narrow playfully. "are you one of those freaks who likes getting their skin boiled off?"

"well, you can answer the first half of that question on your own."

"ok. freak."

while he messes with the shower knobs (he's got one of those showers with three separate showerheads), you take a moment to do some more snooping. the first time you were here, you did go through the various things he had on his counter. most of them are still there--the overpriced moisturizer you shamelessly use when you stay the night, a quarter-full bath and body works foaming soap, and a folded up hand towel with his initials on it.

there are some newer additions too. you don't miss how the little jar for your toothbrush is still there, or a small tube of lip gloss you had forgotten to take back a few months ago. he restocked the hand lotion that you said you liked, too.

you're starting to think that there is a small possibility that you are no longer friends with benefits. you're not dating either, but something somewhere in the middle. but how do you say something like that? how would you know, especially when seungcheol is a self-proclaimed forever bachelor who may never, ever date?

you have no time to think about this any further.

"sooo," seungcheol hums, wiping his hands with a bath towel. "i'll be in the bedroom. you want me to order chinese?" you watch him linger around, lamely, like a stray dog.

"wanna join me?"

he smiles, ear to ear.

"thought you'd never ask."

morning comes slowly.

you wake to birdsong and the quiet chatter of the city beneath you. the sun from the curtains is buttery and warm on your bare skin, and time seems to drag its feet. it feels perfect, which is a word you would have never used in relation to any of this, and yet nothing else seems more appropriate.

last night, after your shower (in which you learned that seungcheol always makes his hair into a shampoo mohawk, without fail), you talked for hours over the fattest spread of takeout you had ever seen.

the plan was to put on the office and dissociate like usual, but he finally answered your question about how his day at work was. (tumultuous and drama-filled--that was his first mistake. you love drama.) strangely, by the end of the night, you learned that you had more in common than you thought with a man whose watch collection was valued higher than your entire college education.

"you up?" seungcheol's morning voice comes out sounding like a croak from behind you. you're sure he's about to complain that his arm is asleep from your big head on it, but he doesn't. instead, he settles deeper into your warmth and pulls you closer by the waist.

"yeah," you reply, enjoying the feeling of his skin against your own.

you grab your phone from the nightstand, wondering if your roommate has discovered your betrayal and has blown up your phone. she has, so the two voice memos and twenty text messages in the group chat are no surprise to you.

what is a surprise is the text you get from your ex. can we talk? it reads. it's the first time you've heard from him in months--before that, he had broken up with you (over text) and then proceeded to block you on every platform possible.

your mind starts to spin. you'd be lying if you said you didn't want to text him back. just for closure's sake, you tell yourself, as if you haven't cried at least seven separate times about this. but you will admit, seungcheol has been a great diversion. you don't remember the last time you had a cry, and any progress was good progress to you.

complicating things, said diversion has slotted a leg between yours, and his hand has found its way to your ribcage, distractingly close to your chest. such are the consequences of only wearing a shirt to bed.

"you're so warm," he murmurs, right in the space where your neck meets your shoulder. his hand creeps up, now right over your heartbeat. it doesn't really take much for your body to respond--his fingertips find your nipple, and with a light squeeze, you're already arching back into him. "is this ok?"

"yeah," you breathe. you're distracted, but you figure the best way to un-distract yourself is with a new, better distraction.

now emboldened, he rolls the skin between his fingers, finding he loves the way you shudder underneath him. quickly, he moves out from behind you to hover over you instead, propping himself up by his forearms, and pushes your shirt up over the swell of your tits.

"you good?" seungcheol asks, lips flush to the skin over your heart. he presses another wet kiss to one of your nipples before taking it into his mouth.

"yeah, why?" you have half a mind to hold his head down so he can't ask more questions and ruin the point of being a distraction in the first place.

"dunno." he switches to the other side, licking over a mark he's bitten into your skin. "you looked at your phone and you seemed worried. also, you're frowning, and it's not a sex frown."

damn. you guess you're easier to read than you thought. you don't even have the heart to ask what the fuck a sex frown looks like.

seungcheol's mouth returns to your nipple, and he sucks hard, making you gasp into your palm.

"my ex," you tell him. there's no point in keeping it a secret. the first time you slept together, you had made it clear what your intentions were, which is what made this arrangement work so well in the first place. "he wants to talk or something."

"that asshole?" then another suck, and you keen into him. "you're too good for him."

it's literally one of the three appropriate responses he could have chosen from, but it still feels like a compliment to you. almost too much so.

"yeah. i guess." your voice sounds more wobbly than you'd like, but you chalk it up to the fact that he's now pressing his lips down your middle, all the way down to your core. "hey, i'm ticklish."

"i know." he kisses your belly button, and you smile in spite of yourself. "you smell good, by the way."

"it's your forty dollar body wash," you remind him.

"damn right it is." you feel his breath fan over your thighs, and your stomach flips with anticipation. "legs over my shoulders. you know the drill."

"you don't have to do this, you know," you say, before immediately regretting it. you have a spectacular knack of self-sabotage, which you think seungcheol knows by this point. "you've been really nice to me."

"am i not allowed to like being nice to you?" seungcheol jokes. "would you prefer me to be mean?"

"no," you laugh. you don't know how to ask what he meant. what made yesterday and today so different? it feels like you're on the edge of something, coming close to what you could only describe as more than casual affection, more than desire. "go back to being nice. forget i said anything."

you put your legs over his shoulders, like he asked. one good orgasm wouldn't solve the ex problem or this new seungcheol problem you are starting to discover, but it sure would help you think more clearly.

his lips are soft on you. he has none of the urgency or greed of yesterday; instead, he takes his time with you. his mouth skims over your inner thighs, lightly, drawing out all the breath from your lungs. you make a small noise of impatience, and you feel the stretch of his grin against you.

before you have a second chance to complain, you feel the heat of his open mouth over your cunt, as to drink your taste up. then his tongue, warm, insistent, on your clit, circling it before he sucks.

"o-oh, fuck," you whine, voice muffled by the back of your hand. it feels too early to be loud, and you're already embarrassed by how sensitive you are.

"don't text him back," seungcheol says. he's replaced his mouth with two fingers, now leisurely teasing you at your entrance.

"don't worry--" you manage to say this before he crooks the pads of his fingers into you, right at your sweet spot, and the words are stolen from you. "--about him."

"i'm serious." he laps at your cunt, and with his fingers still buried in you, the feeling makes you dizzy. "did he ever make you feel like this?"

"n-no," you whine, now with your palm shoved right against your mouth. he's added a third finger now, and the stretch is so good, you're going cross-eyed. "never ate me out."

"what?" you hear him tsk between your thighs as his fingers still. "he's missing out."

it's then that seungcheol must have resolved to give you the best head of your life, because you think you black out after that point.

his lips return to your clit, and the pleasure is so startling, you can feel your thighs squeeze shut around his head. unfazed, he continues to pump his fingers in and out of your hole, still fluttering, unused to the size.

"close, 'm so close," you mewl, hips now lifted to chase his tongue. he indulges you, gives you the flat of the muscle to grind against as he stuffs you full.

your other hand finds his hair, and it only takes a moment, a slight pull, for him to moan into your heat--the sound breaks something inside you, and you're gasping, crying out with your high. by now, there are marks from your teeth in your palm, but something about the sting only makes the feeling better.

seungcheol stays sealed to your cunt, removing his fingers only to replace them with his mouth, eager to taste you. he lingers until you're shaking and whimpering, spent from your orgasm and too sensitive to endure another.

he looks up at you, swollen lips and bedhead made worse, and a surge of affection overtakes you.

"kiss me," you tell him, and he does.

it's long, and it's slow, not even close to any of the ones you've had before. you wrap a hand around the back of his neck, and he sighs. you don't think he's ever done that before.

when he pulls back to look at you, it feels as though the air has changed. there are words pushing at your lips. this isn't casual anymore. it can't be, not with what just happened.

yeah, the sex is good, but the first thing you thought of this morning wasn't you or your saturday plans or how to endure the dismay of your entire friend group, it was about him. if didn't count for something, you don't know what did.

"seungcheol, i--" you pause. his eyes are so brown, it's distracting you, and you start to second guess yourself.

"is it about your ex?" he interrupts. "if he asked you to get back with him, would you?"

it's not his question, but his insistence that takes you by surprise.

"n-no." you watch his gaze flicker at your hesitance, and you don't like it. "no, i wouldn't."

"good, because--" he pauses, seeming to gather his thoughts. you try to read his expression, but he can't even meet your eyes right now. "look, i know i haven't had the best track record with dating. i don't even think i know how to date."

"what are you saying?" you ask softly. there's a part of your heart that feels like it's peeling itself back, in a good way.

"i'm saying i want to try." and when you still look confused, he continues. "dating you. if you'd let me."

against all odds, past all the swirling, terrible emotions in your chest, there's a bright surge of relief, of joy. the last time you saw him look so vulnerable was when he reached into his oven to pull out a tray of cookies and burned his hand because he forgot a glove. maybe this whole thing would crash and burn, but you like him enough (honestly more than enough) to try with him.

so you smile, and you watch him frown and pout and look unbearably terrified, and you smile harder.

"ok," you say, playfully feigning indifference. "you can try."

instead of replying, he kisses you again, and it's even better than the first one.

when you finally head out that morning, there's a lightness in your chest.

in the doorway, seungcheol pecks the top of your head before showing you his phone. "which emoji do you want?" he asks, completely seriously. "i want the blue heart."

you pull out your phone to find his contact, which still shows his plain number, just like old times.

"i'm unsaved?!" his jaw drops open like he's animated, and you laugh.

"gotta go," you tease. "see you later."

it's only in the uber home (that he called for you, of course), where you finally put in his real, government name, for the first time. finally, it feels a little more right.

choi seungcheol, it reads. with the blue heart.

#mine #seungcheol #seungcheol smut #seungcheol x reader #seungcheol x you #seventeen smut #scoups smut

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eddieandbird · 8 months ago

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Elevator—

After breaking up with your boyfriend, Steve unexpectedly swoops in to be your rebound.

a/n: this one was in the drafts for a min and i finally made it! enjoy! -bird

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The electric hum of the fluorescent lights seemed to taunt you as you made your way to the elevator door. You had been so raw with emotion for hours that you stood motionlessly as if any sudden moments would have you fall apart completely. Even the gentle ding of the elevator car arriving made you jump.

Steve Harrington was already inside when you practically limped in. Faint rings of makeup surrounded your eyes and your hair was carelessly tossed into a low ponytail. He chuckled, assuming you were having a similar morning to his.

A charming smile appeared on his lips as he said “Taking the ol’ walk of shame, huh? Me too-”

“Steve, please shut up. I just got dumped,” You interrupted him before he said anything that would humiliate you further.

His thick eyebrows connected as he processed what you said. “Oh damn. I’m sorry I just thought-“

“It’s fine, I’m fine. I just want to move on with my day,” You said shakily, brushing off any fake sympathetic bullshit you assumed he was going to make.

You and Steve had a few classes together and passed by each other quite a bit due to your now ex-boyfriend staying in the same dorm building, but nothing more.

Steve's smile dropped and was replaced by a pout as you cut him off. He stood up straight, leaning back against the wall of the elevator and crossing his arms over his chest as he let out a low whistle. "Damn. Sounds like it didn't end so great,"

He looked you up and down and felt a pang of sympathy in his chest. He was never good at comforting others, but he wanted to cheer you up somehow. He stayed silent for a moment before eventually blurting out "That boyfriend of yours sounds like a tool."

You snorted in response to his comment.

“Yeah, he was the fucking worst,” You laughed at yourself for having such a cold demeanor when you walked in. “I’m sure I saw something good in him in the beginning, but I’m not going to stick around for a guy who can’t figure his shit out,” You shook your head.

Steve chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. "I think we all go through that phase," he reassured you. The corner of his mouth tugged upwards in a slight smile as his brown eyes flickered with mischief. "So, am I right in assuming you had a sleepless night? I can only hope he at least gave you a good send-off,"

You scoffed as you turned to look at him. “Are you asking if I had break-up sex, Harrington?”

You took slight offense to his insinuation, but what did you really expect from the jock with half a brain. You decided to take it lightly and not deck him in the face at this moment.

Steve raised his hands defensively, letting out an exaggerated gasp that turned into a laugh as he smirked back at you.

"Just asking the important questions, sweetheart. No need to get all fired up."

He leaned back against the wall of the elevator, cocking an eyebrow in a teasing manner. "I take it that means no, then?"

You bit your cheek, contemplating if you wanted to divulge that information.

“No, we didn’t have sex last night,” You admitted in a frustrated grumble.

A smirk threatened to creep up on your lips as you thought of how ridiculous this conversation was. You weren’t the type to share the gory details of your relationship, but here Steve was, somehow charming his way into talking to you more.

The elevator dinged and you walked out first. Steve couldn't help but let out a low whistle in response to your answer. His smirk grew a bit wider as he followed you out of the elevator. His eyes scanned over you for a moment before he spoke again.

"Damn, what a waste of a night."

He fell into step beside you, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he glanced over at you. "So, you must think I'm heartless now, huh? I'd be pretty surprised if you didn't think that, at this point,"

“I do think you’re kind of being an asshole. I did just get my heart broken and all,” You scoffed teasingly.

You were headed back to your dorm, not sure how to shake off Steve. Of course he was being incredibly insensitive, you didn’t expect much else from guys like him.

Steve chuckled, throwing out his hands in a defensive manner as he protested, "Hey, I'm just being honest here. If you want some sensitive bullshit, go find a guy with more depth than a puddle. I'm just giving my two cents,"

He walked right alongside you, keeping pace with your stride as he glanced over at you. He took note of your destination and smirked a bit. "So we're heading back to your place, huh?"

“No,” You said, shaking your head rapidly. “I’m going back to my place and you’re just following me around like a creep,”

You had a sarcastic smile as you walked a bit faster with your arms folded on your chest. Every few steps you’d look back to see Steve’s shit-eating grin.

Steve chuckled as he followed after you, his long legs easily keeping up with your pace. He matched your expression with a smirk of his own, enjoying your attitude even if you were trying to kick him out.

"Oh come on. Don't be like that," he sucked his teeth. "I'm not being a creep, I'm just making sure that you get back safely. Isn't that what a gentleman does?"

You rolled your eyes as you finally got to your dorm. You unlocked the door and said “My hero. How else was I supposed to travel to the building next door, in broad daylight, on a very private campus?” You stepped inside and closing the door halfway.

You poked your head out once more. “Thank you, Steve. I’ll see you around,”

Steve leaned against the door frame with a sly smile on his face. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he looked down at you, his arms crossed over his chest.

"You could at least invite me in, after I've been such a good chaperon, making sure you got back safe and sound."

You groaned before you swung the door open. “Fine. Would you like to come in, Harrington?”

You knew you shouldn’t let him in, but he was too persistent and irritating. You thought if you wasted enough of his time, he’d eventually get bored and get out of your hair.

Steve's smirk widened as you finally relented and opened the door wider. He sauntered in as if he owned the place, his eyes scanning the room with an almost predatory look.

"Don't mind if I do."

He flopped down on your bed, propping his arms behind his head like he was right at home, and winked at you.

You crinkled your nose in disgust as he lay there like he was expecting something out of you. You took a seat on your floor, studying him with a tilted head like he was a zoo animal in its enclosure. Steve watched take a seat on the floor, his eyes taking in your appearance without an ounce of subtlety.

"You just gonna watch me lay here, or...?" he teased, arching an eyebrow in your direction.

“Yup. Just waiting until you’re ready to leave,” You smiled with a fake innocence.

You brought up your legs, resting your chin on your knees with an unamused look. You were cursing yourself for even putting yourself there in the first place. If only you kept your mouth shut on that stupid elevator.

“I know you want me to stay a while," he teased, his voice low and sultry. "We're all alone, in your room just the two of us,"

You nodded and laughed briefly before your expression soured. The way he shamelessly checked you out annoyed you like nothing else.

“Steve, I’m not sleeping with you. I literally just got out of a relationship,”

Steve rolled his eyes, a mocking pout appearing on his face as he let out a low huff.

"Well, a guy can dream, can't he?" he retorted, his tone playful. “You know it might do you some good to get over that loser. I can guarantee you'd have a better time with me."

You sharply exhaled through your nostrils as you let the idea dance in your head for a minute. You hadn’t cried since Steve showed up this morning. You hadn’t even thought of your ex really since Steve showed up. You knew you were going to have to get a rebound sometime and he was already here in your dorm room, practically begging to fuck you.

“Alright, fuck it. I’m game, Harrington,” You said bluntly, almost harshly.

In two fluid motions, you tossed your top off and unzipped your skirt that fell to your ankles.

Steve's eyes widened as you started to undress in front of him, his cocky expression replaced with a look of pleasant surprise. He let out a low whistle

"Damn, you don't mess around," he stated, his eyes roaming over the expanse of bare skin. He swallowed, licking his lips before speaking again. "You sure about this, sweetheart? I don't want you to do something you'll regret."

“Oh, now you’re suddenly concerned about how I feel about this situation?” You rolled your eyes and scoffed. You rummaged through your nightstand drawer and tossed a silver sachet at Steve’s chest.

“C’mon Stevie put your money where your mouth is,” You teased, growing excited with the shift in the room.

Steve let out a low scoff as he caught the sachet in one hand, his eyes glancing down at it for a moment before returning to you. His smirk grew as he saw the excitement in your eyes and he sat up on the bed, his gaze trailing down your body once again.

He leaned forward and patted his lap, his usual cocky smirk returning to his face. "Come here then, sweetheart. Let's see if you can handle me." he quipped, a hint of amusement in his voice as he placed the condom onto the bed.

“Oh please, do you think that’s the first time I heard that?” You giggled.

You sauntered over to him with your hands behind your back, then loomed over him for a moment as he sat just a foot in front of you. “Don’t get shy on me now. Whip it out, Steve,”

Steve chuckled at your comment, his eyes flicking down to your hands behind your back. He raised his eyebrows in anticipation, his gaze following you as you approached.

"Not shy, sweetheart. Just making sure you know what you're getting into," he teased, his voice low and seductive.

He reached down and began to unbutton his jeans, his eyes never leaving yours. You broke eye contact first as he drew his pants and boxers down with an uncoordinated tug. As his length unfurled in front of you, you swore you heard it thump on his muscular thigh. Your mouth hung open involuntarily. You picked it up as you covered your mouth, preventing your giggles of pleasant surprise from leaking out.

“Woah… good for you,” was all you managed to get out.

Steve chuckled at your reaction, letting out a low laugh as he leaned back on one hand, his confidence fully returning as he watched you stare at him.

"Like what you see?" He was clearly enjoying the fact that he had managed to catch you off guard, his smirk widening as he saw your eyes widen slightly.

"Don't just stare, babe. You're more than welcome to touch too," he added, gesturing towards himself with a tilt of his head.

You scoffed humorously, re-tying your ponytail before crouching down on the floor before him. You fit yourself in the space between his legs, still admiring him in his bare glory.

“You know you don’t have to talk like we’re in some bad porno. I already agreed to this,” You muttered.

You bit your lip, concentrating on his form. His cock bobbed with excitement as you softly dragged your fingertips down its length. A moan rumbled out of Steve, bringing a wide grin to his face. Steve chuckled, his smile widening as he watched you approach him, his eyes following you as you shifted into a comfortable position between his legs. He tilted his head back for a moment, his eyes fluttering closed before opening back up to watch you.

"Sorry. Just trying to set the mood," he mumbled through a low breath, trying to keep his cool but losing it quickly.

It was another answer you would easily roll your eyes at, but you couldn’t even think about right now. You could only think about touching him. Your fingers slowly found themselves around his girth, feeling the weight of it as you held his cock steady.

“Is this okay?” You asked in a choked breath. Slowly your fingers rolled against his length, squeezing gently with every stroke.

His size was something you weren’t going to forget anytime soon. You studied it, wide-eyed, wondering how you were ever going to fit it inside you. Steve let out a low moan, his head tilting back for a moment as his eyes fluttered closed again.

"God...yeah that-that's fine," he assured you, his voice low and rough as he spoke.

He lifted his head back up to watch you explore him, the look you had, only making his ego grow. He sat back, propped up by his arms. His happy trail of hair led up to his abs, led up to his broad chest, led up to his gorgeous face that was contorted in pleasure.

You leaned forward from your heels and fit as much of him as you could, your drool coating his dick thoroughly. Steve's eyes widened in surprise as he felt your mouth envelop him, his arms almost giving out as he let out a low, guttural moan. He kept his eyes trained on you as you took him deep, his breath hitching in his throat as he felt the warmth of your mouth.

Your hands adventurously found their way to the tops of his thighs, finding another point to steady yourself as you let his length part your lips and slip into your mouth. Wet smacks of spit sang in harmony with Steve’s moans.

“How was that?” You asked breathlessly as you bobbed your head back up to see him.

Steve’s eyes were hazy with lust and his chest heaving as he tried to steady his breathing. He'd never had someone blow him with such eagerness and enthusiasm, and he couldn't help but be in awe of you.

"That was incredible," he mumbled, his voice rough and breathless. "You're a natural."

You tried not to grin so hard from pride, but you could tell he was genuine in his compliment due to the hue of pink on his cheeks.

“Are you sure you’re not just saying that?” You teased, already knowing his answer. “You don’t tell that to every girl you hook up with?”

You pushed up on his thighs, bringing yourself back up to eye level with Steve. Your gaze flicked between his eyes and lips with an intense hunger.

"Oh sweetheart, I don't have to lie. I’ve got no reason to," he replied with a cocky smirk, his eyes roaming over your chest before meeting yours.

"You’re not like any girl I’ve been with." He leaned forward slightly, his hands reaching out to grab your hips, pulling you closer to him, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “And I’m definitely not like anything like your dog shit ex-boyfriend of yours. Want me to show you?”

What you would’ve done to get even an ounce of the attention Steve was giving you without a second thought. At a dizzying speed, he encircled your waist with his arm and spun you around, causing you to fall back on your bed.

Giggles caused your body to bounce against your mattress. Those laughs combined with soft whimpers filled the air as he lifted your legs a bit, planting your feet flat on the bed. He then took your previous spot on the floor, down on his knees, and draped over the bed with his body nestled between your legs.

“What are you doing, crazy?” You asked with a breathy tone.

Steve’s hands were firm but gentle as he maneuvered your legs.

"I'm gonna show you just how much better I am than that loser ex of yours," he stated matter-of-factly, a cocky smirk on his face as he knelt in front of you.

He ran his hands up your inner thighs, pressing soft kisses along the sensitive flesh as he moved closer to your center.

Curiosity caused you to tilt your head down to see him and you were instantly met with those giant brown eyes of his. You felt a puff of air fan your entrance as he chuckled against you. You were just getting used to the sensation before he replaced a slow, prolonged lick against your folds. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your head followed down to the bed.

His mouth worked away at you, making obscene and messy noises as he lapped and nipped at your throbbing clit. The overwhelming rush of pleasure was causing your legs to close in on him and your hand to grab a fistful of his shaggy chestnut hair. You rolled your hips into him, which he only encouraged with the way he was devouring you. Two fingers swiped back and forth over your eager hole, each motion applying more pressure than the last until they slipped right in.

“Shit… Steve,” You could only manage to whisper his name as you squirmed underneath him.

With every sound that managed to escape your lips, Steve only worked with more enthusiasm. He was fully enjoying this, feeling proud of himself for the reactions he was getting out of you. He expertly kept a steady rhythm with his digits, pumping in and out of you.

“I think… I think I’m going to-”

Your peak was just seconds away from being yours but was suddenly ripped away from you as he reluctantly pulled away. You were about to let him hear it. A letdown like that has never happened to you. With your body propped up by your elbows, you investigated what was the reason for your nearly-ruined orgasm.

“Something wrong, baby?” Steve’s smirk distracted you. Before you could let your anger make a mess of things, you looked down to see that he had rolled the condom over his achingly hard cock.

“Oh you impatient little thing,” he hummed as he pressed a hand down on your lower stomach.

A languid thrust brought the entirety of his length to slide inside of you. You could see stars in your vision as you felt him fill you. His body molded to yours as he was grinding down into you. He could barely stay coherent himself, but he managed to tell you “Shit, I don’t think I can go slow anymore, babe. Will you let me take you?” he asked in a gruff voice.

“No, please. I want it,” your voice had a similar hoarse quality to it.

“Let me just-” Steve muttered as he slipped his arms underneath you, hooking over your shoulders as he pressed his body into yours.

It was almost too easy with his feet still firmly on the floor. He lifted his heels to push himself repeatedly and at the same time, his muscular arms pulled you onto him. His forehead was on the mattress as he rutted against you repeatedly. With his ear right beside your head, it gave him the perfect spot to hear every filthy moan that slipped out of your mouth. His thrusts felt endless as if you would be stuck pulsing over his dick for the rest of your life, each one building that familiar feeling you were previously chasing.

“You’re getting tighter. Are you close?” He struggled to get out.

“Yeah, almost there,”

“Oh fuck,” Steve whimpered, the sounds getting higher in pitch as he climaxed.

The desperate pumps had you following right after him. The animalistic growls that escaped him completely overpowered your whines. He then collapsed onto you, his hot breaths covering your neck. Both of your delirious giggles filled the room as you combed through his sweaty hair. He lazily lifted his head, revealing his bright red face.

“Well, that was fun,” You mused as you traced your thumb along his jaw.

“See? And you weren’t going to let me in,” Steve kissed your cheek, making sure the noise from it was obnoxiously loud. “Your ex is a goddamn idiot for letting you slip away,” He mumbled into your collarbone.

#steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things fanfic #steve harrington imagine

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daphwritesworld · 5 months ago

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Chapter 4— YKWIM?

content: Top!Leah, Bottom!Reader, pussy eating (both receiving), impact play (R receiving), face riding, degradation, caught cuddling, little flash of toxic!Leah, angry!Leah, & mean!Leah

warnings: allusions to heavy dom/sub relationship, one slap in the face, angst, Leah taking her anger out on Reader, calling reader a slut once, crying reader oops

synopsis: The arrival of a familiar face brings a whole new wave of emotions over you. Can you withstand the flesh and blood reminder of your past, or will it start to tear you apart?

word count: 3.7k

Series Masterlist: here.

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“WHAT THE BLOODY HELL– Y/N?!” A loud and all too familiar voice booms out. You and Leah jolt awake from the commotion, and you end up on the floor as a result. A rough sounding groan slips from your lips as the wind gets knocked out of you, sitting up as you rub at your head. “Darling, are you alright?” Leah’s concerned morning voice pulls you from your dazed confusion, scooping you up as she settles you back into couch cushions.

“Somebody better start explaining– NOW!!” It’s only then that you realize she’s actually here, and that this isn't some horrible nightmare. Before Leah even has a chance to get words out, you’re springing up and dragging Keira into the downstairs bathroom. “HEY! Where are you two going?” Leah’s hoping up after the shock wears off, hot on your trail. “GIVE US A MINUTE!” And that stops her right in her tracks. Leah has NEVER heard you speak like that. The anger and hurt in your voice, and what’s that look on Keira’s face? She can't quite place it...

She just stands there with her hands in her pockets, anxiously biting at her lips as she thinks about all the possibilities. Oh god did you and Keira date? Is she her best friend's ex's rebound?? Are you married? Is that why you won't talk about your sudden departure from Barca? OH GOD..Leah is a mistress?!? Is that why you left in the middle of the night in Ibiza? Leaving Leah with nothing but your scent on her sheets and the fond memories you both now share…Because you had to cover up the tracks of your affair? Then like a brick drops on her head— did you break Keira's heart somehow? That look on her face…it was one of betrayal. And no matter how much she cares for you, she'd never speak to you again if that were true.

She gets pulled out of her head when the bathroom door reopens. Both of you come out, laughing and smiling as Keira shoves at your shoulder. You both come to a stop as you take in Leah's disheveled appearance, Keira cracking up as she runs to mess up Leah's hair with her hands. "You look like utter shit! Better go shower before I take your girlfriend home with me!"

A groan leaves your lips as wrap up in the blanket on the end of the couch, "She's NOT my girlfriend!"

"Oh sure! You just cuddle through the night with all your friends with benefits, don't you?" The redhead says as a smirk spreads across her face.

"You told her we're friends with benefits, you little worm?!" Leah looks at you with an offended look.

"NO! I didn't even tell her we've had sex! Let alone—"

"I FUCKING KNEW IT!" Keira erupts into a fit, jumping off of Leah as she points an accusing finger your way.

Your face goes red as you snap your mouth shut, not even realizing what was coming out of it until it was too late. "I'm delusional from the flu right now, don't put words in my mouth!"

Keira rolls her eyes as she crosses her arms across her chest, "YOU PUT THOSE WORDS IN YOUR MOUTH, YOU DINGUS!"

"HEY! Don't call her a dingus, carrot top," Leah hops back in.

"Oh you've got it bad, Le. Defending her already? It's barely been a week, and you've let her come back to your flat? Are you sure you aren't the sick one?" Keira keeps poking fun at you two, making kissy faces at the blonde.

"We've known each other way longer than a week! What are you even talking about— LEAH!" It's you interrupting her now. A pointed look on your face as you glare at her. Keira furrows her brows at first, looking between the two of you as the gears start turning in her head. Back, forth, back, forth, back, forth— her head snaps from you to her best mate. Then a lightbulb goes off, "OH MY GOD!" She turns to you as an incredulous look overtakes her face. "YOU'RE IBIZA GIRL!"

"NO I'M NOT!" You yell out as you jump up to defend yourself.

"YES YOU ARE!" Keira shoves her finger into your shoulder.

"LEAH?" "LEAH!" You both turn to the blonde, looking for an end to this argument. She's just smiling at you two, silently laughing at the scene playing out in front of her. All her worries and doubts about you are completely gone from her mind at this moment. They just slip away as the ease of being with her two favorite people sinks in.

"Oh, no. This is between you two. Figure it out like big girls," she moves to sit Keira down on the couch. Making you face each other as you roll your eyes at the cocky look breaking across her features. You can't keep your next words in, too tired to hold the sass in. "Stop making that face. It makes you look constipated."

"Keep deflecting! I know it's you," she smiles at you.

"Oh, yeah? How?" You look at her and tilt your head as you squint your eyes.

"Because you were gone last year at the exact same time. Those 3 weeks when Leah abandoned me in Ibiza? That's the same 3 weeks you said you were visiting back home, but then couldn't provide a single photo from your trip. It wasn't because you forgot, it's because you were getting your back blown out in a different continent. Plus, I'm the only one Leah's ever even told about her. So the only way you'd know is if you are her. BOOM!" Keira uses her hands to mimic an explosion at the end.

You stare at her with your mouth dropped open, cheeks redder than a tomato as her proud smirk mirrors Leah's. Did she really put all that together from the time she walked in to now? I guess you can never really hide anything from Keira…you already knew that though. Sooner or later she always finds out what you're hiding.

"Okay, fine! But you are sworn to complete and utter secrecy, Walsh!" You point a finger this time, a smile finally gracing your features. "But seriously, we are NOT dating."

"Oh, come on! What does a girl gotta do to take you out?" Leah throws her head back dramatically, a loud sigh filling the space at the end of her tantrum.

"I've already told you, Leah! I don't date my coworkers. Maybe if you transfer to Chels—"

"I'D RATHER BLOODY DIE THEN WEAR THAT JERSEY!" Leah cuts you off with a scrawl on her face.

"Guess we'll stay acquaintances then, Williamson," the cocky smirk is on your lips now.

"We'll see about that, y/l/n." Leah leans in closer as she raises her eyebrows.

"Watching you two is like interactive reality tv. It's a fiery mess, but you can't look away…Anyways, I was just stopping by to see if Le would let me stay with her. I really don't feel like sleeping on a hotel bed for a few days," Keira says.

"Of course you can stay! God, Keira like that's even a question. You act like you don't have your own room and spare key," Leah says.

"Well I wasn't going to ask…Until I saw you all cuddled up with y/n in your little love nest," Keira fires back.

"Excuse you, if we're labeling it then it was more like a love cocoon," Leah challenges her.

"Hey? Where are you going?" Keira asks you.

"Yeah! Was it a nest or a cocoon, darling?" Leah pouts your way.

And even though it does make your heart skip a beat, you push that feeling down. You wrestle it from your chest all the way down into your stomach. Where it's going to twist and turn your heart, your mind, and your sanity. "Sorry but this is between you two. Work it out like big girls," you use her earlier works against her. You go to grab a towel from the hall closet before heading to the bathroom, "I'm gonna hop in the shower now that I'm feeling better!"

"Without me?" Leah calls out.

"Keep talking and I'll call Russo to be my new roommate!" You tease before shutting the door. As soon as the barrier of wood is up you feel your facade start to crumble. You truly do love Keira, but seeing her has been a rush of emotions. You know you two left things awkward and unsaid when you left Barca, but she did really try to be there for you…and you pushed her away. You iced out one of the only true friends you have, and then left without warning. You know you two have more to talk about, but at least you're back on good terms. The last time Keira caught you in a compromising position with someone, it was the beginning of a trainwreck. The reason for your departure….A messy and convoluted tale of her. A name that causes so much pain your brain refuses to even whisper it. She remains nameless and faceless in your mind. That’s the only way you can push through it— if you erase her from your being completely. You don’t allow the feelings to encompass your heart, and in turn, you never allow them to heal your soul. Just a walking open wound, always bleeding out with sorrow. Lashing out and hurting the ones closest to you. Because after all– hurt people hurt people.

So you follow through with your teasing threat, and you dial Alessia's number. She agrees to let you stay with her for a while after you explain the flu situation. As the phone call ends the shame bubbles up and spills out of you. You run to the toilet to release the burning sense of disgrace tumbling out of your throat. You flush before taking a second to let the sick feeling in your gut subside.

You must take longer in the shower than you think, because soon Leah’s knocking on the door. “Hey you alright in there, darling? I’m starting to think you passed out and I need to kick the door down!” You laugh at her concern as you let the worries boggling your mind wash down the drain. Leah is a source of comfort...and you haven’t quite figured that out yet. You just know she makes you forget. All the pain, guilt, and memories…they all vanish when she's near you. Maybe that's why you always give into her advances; because the blinding pleasure brings a shield of solace in her embrace. "I'm fine, just needed a good ol’ fashion deep clean!"

You turn off the water before reaching for your towel, and the door opens just as you pull the curtain back. You're scrambling to cover up your exposed body as a surprised yelp leaves your lips, "LEAH!" Your cheeks heat up as she racks her eyes up and down your body. She keeps walking towards you, purpose pouring out of every step she takes. When she approaches the shower entry you back up until you feel the cold tiles strike a shiver down your spine. "W-what are you doing?"

She walks right in and cages you to the wall, still dressed in her clothes and all. She grabs the top of the messily wrapped towel around your body and yanks it down. Her hands are quick to slide from your hips up to your chest, playing with your nipples as you shutter from the feeling. Leah's getting on her knees now, leaving a trail of kisses as she does. "Y-your pants, Le!"

She growls out as she nips at the skin above your navel. "I don't give a fuck about my pants! Keira finally left and I'm starving. Now be a good girl, and let me have my breakfast, okay?"

She doesn't give you a minute to protest, diving her tongue straight through your folds. She doesn't even pull back when she speaks again, the words mumbled into your pussy. "Been too fucking long since I've got to taste you."

It makes you arch your back, pushing your cunt down onto Leah's face even more. "F-fuck! Please, Le— want your fingers!"

"No. This isn't about you right now. So shut up before you get nothing," it's like a switch flipped. She was being so nice, and now her grip is tightening on your chest. The stinging feeling running down to your clit as she pinches your nipples.

"But Le—" and with that she pulls away. An anger burning behind her eyes you've never seen before. "What did I say?"

Your eyes widen at that, mouth falling open as you stare at her like a deer caught in headlights. Your cheeks get redder as the silence grows between you two, falling victim to the fiery look ablaze behind her eyes. It's like diving into the ocean and being swept away by the tides; there's no use in fighting it. "Fine. If you don't want to listen," She's standing up now and pulling at the sweatpants around her waist. Her panties quickly follow the same path as she throws them both behind her. "Then you're gonna use your mouth for the only thing it's good for."

You can't help the way arousal seeps out of you at the thought. During this whole reunion of sorts, you've been the only one receiving. It sparks a passion in you to taste her cum, and after all like she said— it's been too fucking long. She grabs your hair as she forces you to your knees. It makes a whimper leave your lips from the force, but the pain in your legs only adds to your pleasure. She spreads her legs as she steps over you, and you moan as your hands go to run up her thighs. You feel the grip on your hair loosen and before you know it, she's on you. Her hands are pinning yours to the wall behind you, switching them to just one as she positions herself atop you. A light slap is sent across your cheek, and it makes a surprised moan fall from your lips.

Leah grabs your jaw after, forcing you to look her in the eyes. "You're just a selfish slut aren't you? Can't ever follow orders because it's not what you want, hmm?"

You go to defend yourself, but Leah's eyebrows raise as your mouth opens. You decide on closing your lips and shaking your head instead. A furrowed brow and a pout easily settling into your features. She just rolls her eyes at you, throwing your face out of her hold as she scoffs. "Oh, don't give me that look. It's not gonna save you this time. Now stick your fucking tongue out for me."

Your need to prove her wrong is stronger than your need to be a brat right now. So you swallow down the sassy remark in your throat and do as she says. Open your mouth as you lay your tongue out flat. She's so close you can feel the heat radiating off of her, and it takes all your strength to hold yourself back. Your eyes go to watch as she sinks herself down onto you, and they close as her taste hits your tongue. But the sudden reentry of her hand into your hair ruins that, and she yanks your locks. Just a bit, enough to make you whimper and shift your sights to her. "Keep your eyes on me. Understand?"

You nod as best you can, and it makes your nose nudge against her clit. Causing a sequence of moans to tumble out from her lips. She starts grinding down into the pleasure, keeping your head in place with the hand in your hair. You could cum just like this, but it's still a struggle to not rub your thighs together from the sight above you. Leah's not got her shirt off, but you can still see her hard nipples poking through. It makes you moan into her pussy, and her hips stutter from the vibrations. You miss seeing Leah's tits, but you miss sucking on them more. Every night in Ibiza she'd have you straddling her lap, your mouth around one of her nipples as her fingers buried themselves inside of your cunt.

Her hips grind into your face harder as she throws her head back. The muscles in your legs are burning now, and you know your knees will be bruised before the end of this. But you don't care, not when it's Leah. You'd stay down here till your legs went numb if that's what she needed. "Fuck me," she pulls on your locks, "Fuck me with your tongue, y/l/n."

You want to frown at the use of your last name. You like it when she calls you pet names during intimate moments like this— hell you even like it when she degrades you. But this seems more personal, like she's actually mad at you. Like that fire behind her eyes is more than just her dominant side taking over. So you do as she says, moving your tongue to slip into her hole as you try and prove yourself to her. You want to make up whatever it is you did to piss her off so bad. She starts moving your head along with her hand, adding extra force behind your thrusts. Her legs start shaking as the minutes pass by, her orgasm building with every flick of your tongue. Her juices are running down your chin, neck, and chest at this point. Effectively ruining the shower that turned your fingers and toes into prunes.

"Just like that, keep going!" She groans out as above you.

She spurs you on, laser focusing on keeping everything the same. You want— no you need to make her cum. Your jaw is beyond sore, but it doesn't deter you from your task at hand. How can you think about the pain in your jaw when you have a goddess placing her pussy onto your mouth? Easy— you don't!

You feel her legs start to close around your head a bit as she leans forward, bracing herself against the shower wall. Your head moves with her until you're pressed back against the tiles. Leah uses her newfound support to grind herself against you faster, sending a chorus of beautiful sounds to spill from her mouth. She's fucking your face as she has you completely pinned down and at her mercy. You're so exposed…so vulnerable. In your pleasure induced daze, you think about maybe— just maybe! Letting your guard down around her. You make the decision right then that you need to cancel your move to Alessia's, mentally writing a note to text her. You'll do it as soon as you two get done fooling around. Plus you'll both need a shower after this..and you guess she can join you this time.

It only takes about five more thrusts for her to let out a broken moan, the precious cum you've been working towards finally spilling out onto your tongue. You can't help but let out a moan, too, the taste of her casting a glaze to cover your eyes. You slip further and further into the spacey feeling as you lick up her arousal. Now that she's let you have a taste of her, how are you gonna stop?

You're pulled out of your thoughts as she pulls away from your body. She helps you up after she regains her strength, letting you cling to her as your legs wobble like a newborn foal. She sits you on the toilet as she goes to get you both some clean clothes. You smile to yourself as your fingers come up to collect some of her cum around your mouth, pushing them into your mouth as you clean them up. Even when she isn't looking— you're her good girl. You reach for your phone and click on Alessia's contact, but the door reopens just as you go to hit send. "Here, I put a few days worth of clothes in this. I washed your shorts and put them in there, too. Should keep you covered till you can swing back home."

She just turns around after handing you the bag, walking back towards the door. "W-wait! Where are you going? And do I really need my own bag while I stay here?" Your confused tone stops her in her tracks. You hear a scoff before she turns around, met with an infuriated Leah.

"The last time I checked you ran in here to tell Alessia to come pick you up. So stop the bullshit. But I guess that's all you're good at, huh? Being a bullshitter," she says it without an inch of comfort in her voice. You suddenly feel way too exposed for this conversation, covering your naked body as best as you can with your hands. You can feel the tears welling up in your eyes as you start shaking your head. "L-Le, no that's not! I'm not— please just let me explain!"

"You left me in Ibiza, you left your last crew, and so go ahead and leave again! Apparently it's the only thing you're bloody consistent at. You can't stay loyal to a god damn football team, so I don't know why, god forbid, I thought you'd stay for someone who actually fucking cares about you!" She's shouting now, her chest rising and falling with the anger brewing in her chest.

The sobs can't stay locked inside you anymore. They rock through your body, enabling you speechless as the shock of her words sink in. She just shakes her head before turning back around, slamming the door so hard behind her that it bounces back open. Once you've calmed down after a few minutes, you quickly change into a pair of the clothes from the bag she gave you. You cry a little harder when you smell hints of her scent on the fabric, but it only fuels you to get dressed faster. You grab your phone and the bag from Leah before walking out of the bathroom. You keep your eyes on the floor, avoiding her presence in the living room. You reach for the front door as you storm out, more tears blurring your vision. You end up bumping into a body before you push past them, a whimpered apology leaving your lips.

"Hey, y/n— what's wrong," Keira turns around to go after you, but Leah stops her as she approaches the door to watch you leave.

"Don't! Let her go. It's not like she ever stays, anyways."

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lewisvinga · 1 year ago

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because i liked a boy | carlos sainz x fem! reader

part two.

summary; an unnecessary hate train all because y/n liked a boy

fc; nicki nicole

warnings; death threats, kys comment, slut shaming, cursing , carlos kinda eh here sorry 😣

notes; requested! i would’ve used sabrina carpenter as a fc but i love nicki nicole sm i had to use her 😣

masterlist !

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yourusername: 🖤

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carlossainz55: mi amor ❤️ tq ❤️ [ily]

yourusername: tqqqq🥹

username: so this is carlos new girlfriend? 💀💀

username: oh!

username: well….

username: TE AMO Y/N!!!!

username: out of all ppl you love her??😀

username: she’s prettyyy

username: she’s cute ig😕

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username: didn’t carlos JUST break up w isa ???

username: like 2 weeks ago, i 100% believe y/n is a homewrecker 💀💀

username: baby she’s a whole slut 💀

username: not liking this dark aesthetic, isa was classy and cute this is something else🤢

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yourusername: the last picture 😭 you’re so unseriouss

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username: CARLOS VACATION PICS!!!!!!

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username: this would’ve been such a good post without y/n😒😒😒

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y/n 💗

you know i’m tired of this, carlos.

carlos❤️

mi vida [my life], you know i can’t do anything

y/n 💗

yes you can??

just one post clarifying that you broke up with isa weeks before announcing it publicly and way before you started dating me??

and that YOU made the first move, not me

carlos ❤️

it’s not easy you know

i’m a big public figure, i can’t just post things whenever i want

y/n 💗

carlos, so am i

i have a pr team too

but if MY fans were attacking you and sending you death threats, i would post something anyways

carlos ❤️

it’s not the same, amor

y/n 💗

your fans are constantly comparing me to isa, they’re constantly slut shaming me for even appearing in the back of a picture of yours or for hanging out with my guy friends

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please, just calm down and we can talk more when i get home

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topherwrites · 2 months ago

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MELROSE AVENUE

summary - an ill-advised phone call to your ex.

pairing - jake seresin x (fem!)reader

word count - 3.3k

rating - not 18+, but mdni!

content warnings & tags - no use of (y/n) / angst / post-breakup blues / calling your ex / mutual pining / drinking / implied rebounding? / lmk if i missed anything!

a/n: title comes from the song 'promise' by laufey. this one is for all my fellow angst™️ lovers. reblogs, comments, and likes super appreciated!

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"That guy has been eyeing you the entire time we've been here," Lana says. Your wonderful friend dragged you out for a drink, making apparent that your hermit-like behavior since returning to the city is disconcerting.

You’re fine. Well, you will be. Eventually. Maybe.

"I know."

She leans back in her seat, making zero attempt at hiding the fact that she's looking at him. "He's cute.”

You blithely return, "I noticed."

Before you can stop her, she slides off her stool, taking her purse and coat off of it, "I'm going to go to the bathroom."

"Lan-" you sigh, beginning to protest, but she's already weaving through tables.

The man who's slid into your friend's recently surrendered seat—apparently you “need to get back out there”—gives you a smile as he flags down the bartender.

He’s cute, even more so up close; you'll give him that.

A broad smile that fits in with the rest of his features and enough charm to put you at ease—it rouses memories of you in a similar position only three years ago—and then he speaks, and the southern twang to his flirtation promptly drills a pit into your stomach. You’re starting to think the universe may genuinely have it out for you.

Hyde, he introduces himself as. He very formally holds out his hand for you to shake, large and warm around your own, offering him your name as he leisurely releases you with a squeeze. You refrain from making a Jekyll joke, sure that he’s dead tired of hearing them, instead, you ask him where about he’s from.

Georgia, he says.

At least it’s not fucking Texas.

You accept his offer of a drink, telling him your order with a smile that you hope comes off as happy to be here, definitely not devastated!

And If there’s one thing you know it’s that Jake isn’t lamenting the end of your relationship, turning down flirtations from pretty women.

He no longer has reason to. And neither do you.

He has to keep pushing his hair back from where it falls attractively into his face, curling up at his neck. And as you get into the groove of getting to know a new person, you begin to think that you can do this, live without him. He offers the basics about himself, and you internally sigh in relief that he’s a firefighter. You have a new rule: no military, not ever again.

Halfway through your Manhattan, he grips the lip of your stool and pulls it flush with his own, cheekily murmuring with a smile that makes you feel a little fuzzy, maybe it’s just the gin, “Want you closer.”

If it was any other night, you’d find the move unbearably corny and far too much far too soon, but he’s pretty and affable enough that he can pull it off. So, you let the outside of your thigh press to his, feel the denim of his jeans against your skin. And you're surprised to find yourself excited, marginally.

You should bring him home. Let him, anyone, touch you. Maybe sparking intimacy with a new person will push you past all this—

Maybe.

A half hour later and numbers exchanged, he waits with you out on the sidewalk for your Uber. He's angled his body so his broad shoulders block you from the light wind, the night air cooling your heated skin. It’s sweet, he's sweet, you think.

Jesus, you’re a lightweight now. Those three drinks are hitting you a little too hard to be cute. Lana waves bye to you as she nearly skips down the street, inordinately smug.

You look back up at him, hands fidgeting slightly as you worry your cuticles—you're out of practice at this, you hope it's not off-putting—an uncertain edge to your voice, “Alright, well, call me.”

But he takes your nervy manner in stride. He tips his head, a soft smile on his face as he looks down at you, swinging open the car door for you. “Yes, ma'am.”

A different timber, but the same southern twang echoes in your head again. You freeze for just a moment. Luckily, he hasn’t seemed to catch your brief deer-in-the-headlights look. You send a small wave goodbye as you duck into the car, letting out a long breath as the driver pulls away.

Dropped off, it’s on your three-story walk-up that you let the three drinks you had back at the bar influence your actions. It’s as good of an excuse as any.

Pulling out your phone, you scroll through your contacts and hit the call button beside the one marked; Hangman (do not answer). You let out a sad little laugh at that.

You had changed it to his callsign a week after the breakup, or back to his callsign, back to a stranger. Seeing his name every time you pathetically agonized over calling or texting him became too painful. The “do not answer” now lingers ironically. The wall of silence finally broken by you; no attempts at contact from his side. Only his right as the dumped party, you suppose.

The line rings, the sound echoing around the concrete stairwell as you finally step foot on the landing of your floor. It continues to ring while you heft open the metal door to your hallway. A thought runs through your head, he’s not going to answer.

You calculate the time difference: 2 a.m. in New York, 11 p.m. in San Diego.

Which means that he’s probably at the Hard Deck, sidling up to some woman, shooting her a smile and a line. And, just like you once were, completely defenseless against his square jaw and green eyes, he’s charming his way into her pants. His phone is probably buzzing away against his ass and he’s ignoring it in favor of pressing her up against the siding of the bar.

You're sure there are still suspiciously you shaped clearings in the dust there.

You unlock your front door with a sour taste crawling up your throat. You're about to let reason win out, take the hint, let the scab go unpicked—then the line clicks, connecting.

In your front hallway, you’re rendered stock still, mind racing to catch up to the fact that he did, against all reason and odds, answer. A sharp spike hits your chest, and you bring a hand up to soothe it away, fingers pressing hard at your sternum. The discomfort pulls you back down.

A groggy voice, his voice, comes crackling through the line, “Hello?”

Then you hear a shifting of sheets, a heavy sigh, and a yawn that recedes as the phone is pulled from his ear—the sound stops abruptly. Clear-cut silence remains.

You hazard he must’ve checked the caller I.D.

For one very long second, you wonder if he’s simply hung up on you, but the rustling of sheets on the other end confirms that you are still very much drunk dialing your ex.

Your name is whispered as a question—like he can’t quite square that you’re calling him. Fair, the ending felt pretty definitive. Moving across the country doesn’t scream open to reconciliation. And you aren’t. You think.

You shouldn’t be, at least.

Intaking one large breath, you answer as you release it, “Yeah.”

“Uh, did you mean to-” he cuts himself off, then says as though you’re not aware, “This is Jake. Are you alright?”

The genuine concern in his voice makes emotion work its way up your throat, a thickness taking hold of your vocal cords. You miss him. You cough, clearing the feeling away. “Yeah.”

He’s rendered you monosyllabic.

“Yeah, you meant to call me? Or yeah, you’re alright?” His voice comes through so crisply—if you closed your eyes, you could pretend he was here. You try to ignore that.

Leaning back to rest against the wall, you whisper to the hallway, “Both,” you clear your throat, “I guess.”

“Oh.”

He doesn't seem to know what to do with that. And in his defense, you're not being very fair, you know that. You're just prolonging the amount of time it's going to take to get over him.

But you can’t help yourself from inquiring, “You're not out?”

“Haven’t been in the mood.” Then, he asks as though it takes incredible effort to do so, “Have you?”

It’s clear to you that he’s trying to suss out both whether this call is the result of alcohol—it is—and if you’ve been out on a date—not intentionally.

You continue your streak of being vague, “Sort of.” You clear your throat, deciding to offer up, “Lana and me went out for a drink.”

“A, as in singular?” He teases.

You blow out a long breath, your shoulders loosening at his tone, the familiarity therein. “…Maybe a bit more than a.”

There’s a short silence. But there’s no bitter aftertaste to it when he says, “I figured.”

“How are things there?”

His eyes land on the empty space beside him. “Quiet.”

Your eyes scan the moving boxes still piled high in the living room. The way your loneliness, now that you aren’t really distracted from it, seems to seep into every dark corner of the room.

Ignoring any possible subtext—easy enough, as tipsy as you are—you take the most straightforward meaning of his answer.

“Good, that’s good.”

Blowing out a long breath, you peel yourself from the floor, teetering on unsteady feet as you make your way into the kitchen. Setting your phone on the counter, tapping the speaker button. You blindly fumble in a cabinet for a glass. Knocking the tap on, you watch as it fills.

Jake tries to settle into a steady rhythm of catching up, it’s easy to pretend you’re just old friends. Well, not easy. But certainly easier than acknowledging all the baggage that rests between you.

“You settling in over there?”

Turning the tap off, you look about your apartment as you take a sip.

Again, the boxes. Still packed high, still taped shut.

You hum, “Forgot what a pain moving is,” adding after a moment of thought, “Can’t find my fucking silverware.”

His laugh rumbles through the speaker, you share in it with him lightly. The sound mixes nostalgically.

You pick up the phone, holding it to your ear as you lean your elbows on the counter. And not that you would ever admit, you let your own laughter quiet, get a clearer ear of his.

You know in one of those boxes—you didn’t mark which one, idiot—is a collection of photographs, photobooth strips and polaroids snapshots and underexposed disposable camera film. There’s probably one too many in there where Jake is the sole subject, him squinting against the sun on the towel next to you or the silhouette of him moving through waves. You can't make many excuses for why you took them.

The ones that are worse on your heart are the ones you squirreled away of just the two of you—his chin resting on your shoulder, arms wrapped around your middle. Another of you resting on his shoulders in Penny’s pool, haphazardly trying to push Mickey off of Reuben and into the water. Laughter echoing through time.

The one Nat snuck of the two of you, sequestered in your own little world at Penny and Mav’s reception—his arm along the back of your chair, fingers gently running along your bicep. Private smiles and quiet conversation. Dreaming of something stupid.

All some hazy, happy memories.

Preemptive grief—that’s what runs through your body, leadens your chest. He’s still there, in your ear. But soon, he won't be. It’s odd to consider how every second is memory—sand in an hourglass. It's unlikely you’ll ever cross paths again.

It’s for the best.

Those words drag at the bottom of your stomach. It’s a cliche you’re tired of clinging to.

Without it, you might go insane.

“Would you tell your mom hi for me?”

“I-“ he sighs. Maybe it’s too weird, too familiar, too soon.

“What?” After another little drag, “Jake?” It comes to you in the silence: “You haven’t told her yet.”

The knowledge hurts. He’s been putting it off. And so your mind plants a horrible, viscous little thought, maybe he thought he wouldn't have to. You swallow it down.

“Hadn’t gotten around to it.”

His mother will take one look at him and just know—he fucked it up.

It wasn't mutual. Not really.

You’re blameless. Jake was lacking. As always.

His mother loves him despite his flaws. Despite the way that sometimes his voice hits his ears and all he hears is his old man. That old need to pick at and put down—he’s no Freud, but he knows where he learned it.

That man infected him.

You're the first person who didn’t seem to love him out of some sort of obligation. And he fucked it up.

He only went to see that therapist twice—then the conversation landed one too many times on his father, his childhood in that house, and he still hasn’t gone back. Keeps paying the no-show fee, week after week, just in case.

“I need to know how you're doing.” It’s probably a streak of sadomasochism that makes you ask it. But part of you needs to know if this has all hit him as horribly as it has you.

“Bad.” He laughs a little as he says it. In your head, you can picture the bittersweet smile on his face.

You take short, torturous breaths through your nose. Like you're trying to shove down every terrible, misguided, pathetic impulse that ultimately leads you to say the one thing above all else you shouldn’t, “I miss you.”

It’s an admission of defeat to yourself. Cringing, you bite down hard on your cheek in punishment for letting that last line of defense slip, waiting with bated breath for his response.

On the other end of the line, Jake attempts to compartmentalize.

Pulling the phone from his ear, it digs into the side of his temple as he curses—hopefully quietly enough that his phone doesn't catch it.

Closing himself off to unpleasant feelings is second nature—guilt, anger, fear, inadequacy—switch on, switch off. The therapist Reuben recommended to him after you left tells him it’s a coping mechanism—an unhealthy one, her voice echoes in his head. It’s not working as well this go-around.

Alone in his bedroom, he has to swallow down the horrid lump crawling up his throat in order to speak, hoping you don’t hear the shudder in his chest.

“You're gonna be so happy,” he says. “You’ll get over this,” him, “I promise.”

He speaks to you as though you’re a friend. It’s all he can do.

With you, he had proven to himself, once and for all, that he’s incapable of being in a relationship, he can’t make anyone happy, not for very long at least. But in that short moment where he did make you happy, he’d convinced himself it wouldn't be just that—short. Delusionally, selfishly, wrongly.

He convinced himself it was for the long haul.

And he didn’t appreciate it well enough, didn't burn those early mornings and late nights and gentle affection into his memory. He remembers plenty of it, his fuckups, especially, have played over and over in his head ad nauseam as he’s drifted to sleep these past few weeks. But he wishes he remembered every second.

This is another one, right now, another second with you that he’ll tuck away.

It was over two months ago now—after a nauseatingly quiet fight that ended with you shutting yourself away in the bathroom till you’d assumed that he’d fallen asleep, tentatively slipping under the sheets—that he answered a question for himself: can someone be the one if it’s clear you're not theirs?

So Jake did what he does best—what branded him with his call sign to begin with—he left you out to dry. A gradual distancing over a few weeks. Not making plans as often and spending the night at his own place. Worse, even, that it felt like you were expecting it—already at acceptance, just passively coming to terms with the end of your relationship. You were expecting him to fuck it all up that it didn't even come as a shock.

All a long time coming.

With wringing hands, you’d given him a sit-down and the stock standard, ‘this isn’t working anymore’. It was over so quickly, simple agreement and a bag packed in all of fifteen minutes. You didn’t even look up as he closed the door behind him.

Jake still fantasizes about a scenario in which he put up a fight.

His words ring hollow in your ears. You feel like this ache has imprinted itself in your heart. You swallow down your disappointment. Even though it wouldn’t change anything, you wanted to hear him say, I miss you, too.

Because you miss his eyes and his broad shoulders and his deep dimples. You miss his bright, eye-crinkling laugh, his yes, ma’ams’, and the way he softly hums old country tunes while he cooks. You miss the way that genuinely, for a moment, you thought he might be it. Something as silly as “the one”.

Forever is now a word, a concept, that makes you feel unbearably naive. Like a child who still believes in Santa Claus far too late. Like a joke you weren’t in on. Like every time some friend of a friend, always a few years your senior, seemed to doubt the longevity of your relationship, you should have heeded their cynicism.

You just wonder, retrospectively, how much of it was rose-colored glasses, if the good of your relationship was really as good as you remember it.

It was so far from you the moment it was over, you’re left unable to trust your own recollection. Disdain and sentiment and remorse clouding every moment brought to mind.

You’re still learning how to square it all in your mind. The before and the after.

Despite the fact that he pushed you to the breakup, you were still the one to put an end to it. Take the relationship out back and shoot it. He doesn't really owe you- no goodwill, no kind words. And yet he extends them anyway.

“It’s probably time for me to let you go,” he says as though he were the one who initiated this.

There’ll be no “I’ll see you around” or “I’ll talk to you later”.

“Yeah. I, uh…” you can’t bring yourself to say it, it wouldn’t make much of a difference. “Goodnight, Jake.”

His name still sounds so familiar in your mouth. You wonder if your body will ever really forget him—or if some form of muscle memory will always recall the way you loved him, will always paint him with a fond brushstroke.

“Get some rest, alright?”

You force a hum out of your chest, take a shaky inhale through your nose. This is where you should hang up.

You know that. But you make no move to do so.

All you want is another minute. So you stay on the line, unable or unwilling to be the one to press the end call button. For a moment, all you hear is his gentle breathing through the speaker and wonder if he feels the same.

It doesn't matter much anymore. This is a bookend. No point in settling the minutiae any longer.

Back in San Diego, Jake counts off to five in his head, then ten. Renegotiates to fifteen.

It's for the best.

Three sharp beeps and you're left in the echoing quiet of your apartment. You stay standing in the half-dark kitchen for a long time after.

The sounds of the city leech into the space. You'll find a new dream, a new future. It'll just take you a little while to let go of the old one.

On the other side of the country, Jake comes to the realization that he’s alone once again—as he always was before you and will be after you.

e/n: i might've also written an alternate ending to this one if anyone is interested. thank you for reading!

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suckunaa · 3 months ago

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i once was poison ivy but now i'm your daisy - hockey!kento nanami x popstar!reader

summary - you were supposed to be a distraction. he was supposed to be a rebound. after finding out your now ex-fiance was cheating on you with one of your bridesmaids, you ended your relationship and swore off dating of any kind. after kento nanami's longtime girlfriend ended things because he was ready to get married and she wasn't, he decided he just needed to take some time to focus on himself. you two are just friends, your younger brother takuma on the same hockey team as kento, and as just friends, it's totally completely normal to start sneaking around behind everyone's back, right?

chapter 2 - dreaming of you as my lover (masterlist) (prev)

word count: 5.6k

contains: nsfw topics, smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up fam), foul language, 18+ MDNI (not proofread)

"kento.... fuck!"

the blonde hockey player was currently situated with his head between your legs, your dress pushed up past your waist while his hands were softly caressing your legs. after mercilessly teasing you by trailing slow kisses down your inner thighs, first your left one and then your right one, he had finally reached your center.

kento had stuck his tongue out, dragging it slowly over the front of your panty-clad cunt - that was what had caused you to cry out.

“i hate how much i love what a tease you are,” you whine, pouting as you look down at him.

he lifts his gaze up to meet yours, half grinning as he presses a few kisses to your pussy. “i can tell how much you love it by how wet you already are,” he teased. “have barely touched you and you were already soaking through your panties before my tongue even touched you.”

you playfully rolled your eyes but felt your cunt throb at his words. fuck. he was so goddamn hot. you and kento still hadn’t had sex - not the kind where his cock was pounding into you at least.

you didn’t mind though, because you both had gotten each other off several times since the night you rode his thigh until you came all over him, the first time you took his cock in your mouth. his cock, which, had cum down your throat a handful of times since.

you weren’t one who shied away from sex; your lyrics ranged from sad and heartbroken to happy in love to outright just purely horny. but you also enjoyed the buildup between you two, the way your heated make out sessions had grown more and more intense, the intimacy that came from the way you had both taken the time to explore each others bodies.

sure, he had yet to push his thick cock into your right core, but he had spent plenty of time between your legs, his tongue, his fingers, his mouth all taking the time to get to know the sensitive space between your legs. his lips had kissed almost every inch of your body, had left marks only you would know about on your breasts.

and yeah, you were dying to show him how good you could take his impressive cock, but you had also spent plenty of time with your tongue and your mouth exploring said cock. your fingers had grown familiar with the way his veiny length felt under the touch of your skin, had teased his balls and learned where exactly he liked to be touched.

so while you hadn’t had full on cock in pussy sex with each other yet, you had become very well versed in each others bodies.

kento was very good at worshipping your body. his eyes always looked like they were seeing a work of art no matter which part of your body he was looking at, every touch on your body (even the rougher ones) was laced with the sense that he was touching something sacred.

he got you wet easily, a fact he didn’t hesitate to take advantage of. he loved to tease you for it, pointing it out every time just so he got to see you roll your eyes. because everytime you rolled your eyes while he was between your legs, it was always accompanied by a look of sultry mischief - he couldn’t fucking resist it.

nanami was still in awe that he could elicit these sort of reactions out of you. he had never been lacking attention from women, was sort of immune to it simply because he had never been the kind of guy that cared about something like that. not that he was above casual flings or even the (rare) one night stand, his ego and sense of self had just never been tied to how desirable other people found him.

but you? you had to be the most stunning person he had ever seen. hell, he’d wager you were the most stunning person on the face of earth. you could have quite literally anyone you wanted, but here you were, legs spread wide while you laid back on his couch, and it was his fingers pulling your panties down to expose your sweet cunt to him.

you lifted your hips a little to help him, kicking your panties off to the side as soon as he had gotten them off one of your legs.

“please,” you pleaded, your voice breathy and full of need as one of your hands weaved your fingers into his hair, hips moving to put your pussy closer to his mouth.

he let out a low chuckle, eyes still locked in on yours as his tongue slipped out between his lips again, the wet muscle dragging up your slit slowly, every single one of your nerves on fire. a low, drawn out moan escaped your lips, fingers tugging at his hair to wordlessly say “more… more… more.”

he teased you a little more, using his fingers to pull the hood hiding your clit away, exposing the bundle of nerves before his tongue lapped at it a few times.

eliciting a few more moans and swears under your breath from you, he pulled your pussy lips apart with two fingers before plunging his tongue past your folds and into your cunt.

you had been trying to maintain eye contact with him but the feeling was too much, your eyes closing as your back arched a little, kento fucking you with his tongue while his thumb pressed on your clit. your hips bucked up, ready to start grinding against his mouth and chase the orgasm you could feel building and -

a sharp knock on the door before the doorbell rang.

instantly, your eyes snapped open, kento’s face lifting up from between your legs and turning towards the front door.

“nanami i’m here!! exactly on time, i think you should be impressed actually…”

your eyes snap to kento, a look of disbelief written all over your face. “is that my brother?!” you hissed out.

“fuck…” he groaned, his eyes closing as he tilted his head back. “i forgot he was coming over for dinner tonight.”

you swung a leg over his head, standing up quickly. your dress fell back down, your eyes searching for wherever the hell your panties had landed when you so carelessly tossed them aside. “well shit, get up.” your tone was panicked, a feeling you wished you saw in nanami’s face when you looked over at him.

but of course he wasn’t flustered, even though you two had been working very hard to make sure no one ever caught you two together. no, kento nanami was always the picture perfect face of calm and rational even in the midst of chaos.

“aha!” you snatched your panties up and held them up in victory. you made to put them back on, but before you could kento snatched them from you, a look of amusement on his face. “these are mine, at least for now.”

your eyebrow shot up in question, wondering where this was going. “answer the door, tell takuma i’m just freshening up.” he paused, looking a little bashful. “i, uhm, i gotta take care of my hard on.”

your eyes dropped down, locking on to the bulge he wouldn’t be able to hide. it was then you laughed, shaking your head as you once again playfully rolled your eyes (he almost lost control at the sight), cupping his cock with your hand over the fabric of his pants. “alright alright, go take care of yourself while i…” you waved your hand in the air, indicating you were trying to think of what to say to your brother.

you had to force yourself to banish all thoughts of kento taking care of himself, not try to imagine what he was using your soaked panties for.

brushing your fingers through your hair a few times, you smoothed out your dress as you walked to the front door and forced a casual smile onto your face before you pulled the door open.

“kuma!” you grinned at him, noting the look of confusion that crossed his face. “y/n? what are you doing here?” he asked, unable to hide the suspicion he felt.

“kento invited me over for lunch and then i fell asleep on his couch,” you lied smoothly. “didn’t mean to stay over for so long, he’s freshening up or something. i’m just about to head out…”

but instead, takuma shook his head, a large grin replacing the look of confusion on his features; a twinge of guilt tugged at your heart at how easily he accepted your excuse. “nah, you should totally stay for dinner! i’m sure nanami wouldn’t mind.” you opened your mouth to protest, but before you could he was speaking again. “dinner with my two favorite people? i’m such a lucky guy!”

you couldn’t resist that. your younger brother was genuinely one of your favorite people to be around - his attitude was infectious, he didn’t get mad often, he was always just wanting those around him to be happy and safe and to have a good time.

"well, if you're sure i'm not interrupting bros night..."

takuma laughs, shaking his head as he walks over to the living room. “you have met nanami right? he doesn’t do ‘bros night,’ at least not like how toji or the other guys do.” a fact that didn’t surprise you at all. but you didn’t have a chance to reply, because before you could you hear your brother again.

“nanami! i invited y/n to stay over for dinner, you don’t mind right?” you stood behind takuma, playfully raising an eyebrow at kento while his face remained neutral. “yeah, i’m just getting started on cooking now so that’s fine with me.”

it drove you crazy in the best of ways, the way nanami could so easily switch to the role of total composure, like his face hadn’t just been buried in your cunt ten minutes ago. you had to banish those thoughts though, linking your arm with takuma’s.

“we’ll help you cook, we used to help our parents cook all the time when we were growing up,” you declared, steering you and kuma towards the kitchen. you felt bad lying to your brother, felt bad keeping this big secret from him.

but you weren’t sure how he’d react. would he resent you for encroaching on his territory, wonder why you had to hook up with the person he looked up to the most and considered a best friend? or would he do the opposite, be ecstatic and get carried away, start talking about how he couldn’t wait for you and kento to get married and then they could be brothers for real.

with takuma, you knew it could go either way. and since you and nanami were just friends, you didn’t think it was necessary to make things complicated by telling loads of people. you yourself had only told yuki and mei mei, two of your best friends, because you knew they’d keep it to themselves. as for kento, you weren’t sure if he’d told anyone but you were confident if he did, he’d also made sure to tell only someone who could keep their mouth shut.

you also suspected that under his cool, indifferent demeanor, kento was also worried about how takuma would react.

you let nanami take control in the kitchen, you and your younger brother dutifully doing whatever task he assigned you - though you did notice you seemed to end up with all the chopping duties, as if kento knew takuma could be careless in the kitchen.

“you know, this is the first time ino has ever helped me cook, usually he’s either on the couch watching a game or sitting at the counter talking my ear off,” the blonde man mused, your eyebrow shooting up as you look at your brother, playfully hitting his arm with the towel in your hand. “takuma! did you even offer to help before?”

like it was some sort of crime for the guest to not offer any help - which, according to your mother, it probably was.

“hey! nanamin probably wouldn’t trust me to help if you weren’t here.” a small laugh escapes kento’s lips, your gaze turning towards him. “that’s probably for the best. one time kuma made mac ‘n cheese without draining the water from the noodles… actually i think he did that twice.”

your brother’s eyes widened as he looked at you, an over dramatic look of betrayal on his face. “right, says the one who insisted on baking a homemade cake for mom’s birthday one year but apparently can’t read.” he let out an exaggerated sigh, shaking his head as he looked at nanami. “recipe called for two cups of flour and one tablespoon of baking powder, but y/n put two cups of baking powder and one tablespoon of flour.”

your jaw dropped, a blush creeping up on your cheeks as your eyes bounced between nanami and takuma. your younger brother looking at you with a shit eating grin, the man you’d been secretly hooking up with looking at you with a smile tugging at his lips that you could see he was trying to keep down, a crinkle at the corner of his eyes.

an exasperated sigh left your lips, head shaking as your eyes rolled and you shrugged. "yeah yeah, laugh it up. there's a reason i'm not a professional baker..." you couldn't hold back your own grin, nudging takuma in the side as he laughed.

"well since we're sharing cooking sins," nanami started, his voice much closer behind you than you expected. he reached over your shoulder to pick up the seasoning bottle right in front of you, his front pressed against your back and his other hand gently on your arm for such a brief amount of time that it shouldn't have had any sort of effect on you - but it did. goosebumps pricked up across your skin, and you suddenly realized that it was a lot harder to keep your hands to yourself when other's were around than you'd thought it would be.

"i was helping my grandmother make cupcakes and i accidentally used salt instead of sugar. we didn't taste test them before she brought them over to her friend's house for book club..." you turned around to look at kento, his focus on the stove as he cooked.

"disappointing a bunch of grandma's, now that's tough," takuma replied, letting out a heavy sigh like he was the one telling the story and full of regret. "the good news is," he carried on brightly "all the grandmas love nanami now! well, not just the grandma's, all the women always really love him... but remember when we went to that retirement home to hang with the old people? man, those ladies were swooning on and on about what a gentleman nanami is."

you could see kento's cheeks flush a little, his head shaking as he turned the stove off and picked the pot he'd been working on up, transferring the food to a serving container. "well i'm not surprised, kento speaks in complete sentences and then there's you and yuji arguing over who has more aura and complaining that godzilla in fortnite moves too slow."

you wink over at kento, resisting the urge to kiss his cheek and instead grab one of the dishes in front of him, heading off to the dining table. "quit embarrassing me in front of nanami.." you hear your brother grumble, laughter your only response.

dinner goes by quickly, or rather it feels like it does. in reality, what you assumed had been only 45 minutes had actually been two hours. two hours of the three of you sitting around nanami's dinner table, sharing the meal you had made together (okay, kento had done the majority of the work) while cracking jokes and trading stories.

for every story you had about takuma growing up, he had one about you that was even more embarrassing. for every silly story your brother had about nanami, nanami had one of takuma making a fool of himself. a lot of laughter rang through the air, and as the dinner wound down you felt a rush of warmth in your chest.

you knew that takuma looked up to nanami, it wasn't something he had ever kept a secret. but tonight was the first time you could see how much kento also cared about your little brother. he was always ready with advice on any topic kuma brought up, had a tip for a skill on the ice that he needed help with, was rational and matter of fact in a way that balanced out your brother's excitement.

you felt a wave of affection for kento, one that went far past the lust that had been leading your actions with him thus far. but you shoved those thoughts away, because you two were still just friends, you two weren't actually anything.

once takuma left, you had helped clear the table and were now standing at the sink, carefully washing dishes as kento put leftovers away. eventually, you felt him come up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waste as his chin rested on your shoulder. "you don't have to wash those, i'll do them later."

you shook your head, continuing with your task at hand. "no, you made dinner, it's only right i do the dishes. especially since takuma didn't even offer to help clean up..." you grumbled. kento chuckled softly, pressing his lips to your cheek. "don't be too hard on him, he stopped offering to help clean up after i kept telling him no."

the two of you stood like that for the remainder of the time you did dishes, a comfortable silence settling over you. his lips would find your cheek, your neck, the corner of your lips. the closer you got to finishing the dishes, the more his kisses started to become less chaste and more greedy.

"you're trying to cause trouble," you teased when you felt one of his hands roam up your body, cupping one of your breasts before it moved to the other. "i hope you don't think i'm going to let you leave while we have unfinished business," he murmured into your ear right before he gently nibbled at it. "i am a gentleman, after all, remember?" you hummed in agreement, your thoughts already getting hazy as you washed off the last dish.

"and a gentleman would never let a woman leave before she cums, especially not when she was already so close earlier..." his hands roam your body, fingers teasingly running over your core, the fabric of your dress the only thing between your cunt and the pads of his fingers - you remembered then that he had taken your panties earlier.

you press your ass back against his crotch, already feeling him getting hard behind you. "mmm, that's true... you got to take care of yourself and i was left totally unsatisfied." you turn your head to look at him, pouting playfully before you let out a surprised squeal as he turned you around to face him. he looked down at you, the lust evident in his eyes before he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours in a hungry kiss.

you kissed him back eagerly, softly moaning against his lips as he slipped a hand under your dress, his fingers running agonizingly slow up and down your slit. he groaned at the feeling of how wet you were getting, hips pressing closer against his hand, begging for more of his touch.

he complied, one of his fingers finding your clit and rubbing it in small circles, the sudden increase in intensity in the pleasure building up in your body causing you to gasp, head rolling back as his lips seamlessly moved from yours to your throat. he pressed hot kisses to your skin, working his way down to the side of your neck while he pressed a finger inside your needy cunt.

"fuck...." you moaned out, unable to help yourself as your hips bucked against his hand, wanting to feel his finger as deep in you as possible. your own hands reached out, wasting no time as you unbuttoned his pants and impatiently tugged them off. you didn't waste much time, hands pulling his boxers down immediately after so that his hard cock sprang free.

kento pulled his finger out of you, causing you to whine a little before he took your hand in his and guided it to your pussy. "want you to feel how wet you are for me, darling," he muttered, getting your fingers covered in your own juices. you wordlessly nodded, letting him take full control of your actions - your own thoughts were too hazy, too lust filled; it was getting hard to focus.

he pulled your hand up to his mouth, wrapping his lips around one of your fingers before sucking it clean, letting out a groan as he tasted you off your own finger. "m'gonna need more of that taste," he said, his voice more steady than you felt. "the perfect dessert for me." and with that, he picked you up by the waste and set you on the kitchen counter.

pulling you closer to the edge, kento smoothly dropped to his knees, adjusting your legs over his shoulders as he bunched your dress up. "look at her, so pretty and wet just for me." the way he was speaking was driving you crazy, his tone giving away just how bad he wanted you. you couldn't even reply, because the next thing you knew his mouth was attached to your cunt again.

your fingers immediately grabbed for his hair, tugging on his locks as you felt his tongue teasing your slit. he used a hand to spread your lips for him, his tongue starting at the bottom as it dragged up slowly, making his way to your clit. his tongue traced circles around your sensitive bud, causing your legs to squeeze around him briefly.

he wasn't deterred though, repeating this slow game of his tongue dragging down your pussy before it dragged back up, circling your clit a few times before dragging it back down and starting the whole process. it felt torturous and exhilarating at the same time, the pleasure slow but intense. "you are such a tea-" but before you could finish your sentence, suddenly he had pushed a finger back into you, his mouth now latching on to your clit.

"oh - fuck! shit, of my fucking god," you moaned, tugging on his hair as he slipped a second finger inside you. he sucked on your clit, your eyes closing as your head lolled back in pleasure. "oh my fucking god," you repeated, your words coming out slowly as you felt his two fingers inside you start to move in a scissoring motion.

not only did his thick fingers feel incredible inside of you, but you could also tell (or maybe you were just hoping) he was working on stretching you out a bit, and you were suddenly desperate for his cock to be inside you. it felt good to have any part of him inside your pussy though, hips rotating in a grinding motion as you fucked yourself on his fingers.

"i'm gonna cum if you don't stop that," you whined, expecting him to stop, maybe have you suck him off before finally pressing his length inside of you. but he didn't stop. in fact, your words only seemed to cause him to be become more determined, his tongue flicking repeatedly against your clit while his fingers pushed in and out of your throbbing pussy.

your back arched as soon as he started to finger fuck you faster, harder, and you knew you weren't going to last much longer. moans and swears left your lips, your breathing getting heavier as his fingers curled inside you and he hit that sweet spot, your hips jerking in surprise. "ah, there it is..." he mumbled against your cunt before he went back to sucking on your clit.

you couldn't take it anymore. the way he was sucking on your clit and hitting your g spot with his fingers had you pulling at his hair, and you felt your body tense up right before he tipped you over the edge of pleasure. "oh god, kento!" you squeezed your thighs around his head as waves of pleasure hit you over and over again. which didn't deter him, his mouth still working on your clit while his fingers fucked you in rhythm with the way your hips were bucking up and down, helping you ride through your high.

when you finally calmed down, he slowly pulled his fingers out of your cunt, tilting his head to look up at you. his face had your slick smeared all over, and you beckoned him up with a finger. "let me taste myself on your lips..." you murmured, still trying to catch your breath, cheeks flushed as your heart raced.

nanami complied, standing up between your legs before his hands found home on your hips, pulling you a little closer as he leaned in for a kiss. you moaned against his lips, your hands cupping his face to keep him near you. "you're so goddamn beautiful," he mumbled into the kiss, letting out a groan as one of your hands dropped down to find his cock.

you found that you still wanted more, still craved him, and so you brushed your fingers down his length, letting him know you still wanted him. you wrapped your hand around him, gently stroking his cock as the pair of you sloppily made out, tongues finding each other, a strand of saliva pulled between you two when he finally pulled away from your lips.

"i want you so bad," he confessed, your hand guiding his cock towards your entrance. "i need to feel you buried inside me, kenny," you cooed, and he moaned at the nickname you'd never used on him before, at the feeling of his tip nudging your swollen cunt. he rubbed himself against your slick slit, looking down into your eys.

"are you sure?" he asked, and of course you were sure, you were practically begging him to fuck you - but the fact that he made sure made you want him even more. he pulled your dress up over your head before he pulled off his own shirt, wanting you both bare and naked the first time he fucked you.

you watched him intently, your hands reaching back to undo your bra while he pulled his shirt off, tossing said bra to the side. "perfect, perfect tits," he said slowly, both hands reaching up to cup your breasts, massaging the fleshy mounds while his thumbs ran over your nipples, making them hard.

"i didn't take you for a tits man, kenny, thought you'd be more of a breast man," you teased, his gaze ripping away from your chest to look into your eyes again.

"guess showing you how much i love dirty, filthy talk is something we have to look forward too." there was a mischievous look in his eyes as he spoke, one that caused your tongue to dart out and run along your bottom lip.

"are you saying we get to sext next time you have an away game?" you tease again. you were about to add on another tease, something about how you hoped his dick pic game was strong but when you went to open your mouth again, all that came out was a loud, sharp moan.

kento had pushed the tip of his cock inside your tight, leaking cunt, and it felt fucking amazing. "so tight f'me, sweetheart," he said slowly, voice low as he pushed a little bit more inside you. he was letting you get used to his size, hips pulling back a little before pressing back in, going in just a bit deeper each time.

feeling your hot, tight walls suck him in was already driving him crazy, his thoughts addled by pure lust and need. this was a scenario he had fantasized before. a few times, actually. he was patient and he would have waited as long as you wanted to, but kento nanami had been dying to fuck you.

he was going at an agonizingly slow pace, and it was taking every ounce of self control he had to keep it up and not just immediately start fucking the shit out of you. which he wanted to do, badly. and you wanted him to do it also, wanted him to fuck you desperately like a starved man. but you appreciated the time he was taking, finding it attractive that even when you could tell he just wanted to lose control he was keeping it together to make sure you were comfortable.

he bottoms out eventually, the two of you locking eyes as you take in how it feels to have him fill you up completely. you reach out to pull his face to yours, kissing him desperately and this is what does it for him. something inside nanami snaps as he kisses you, his hands grabbing your thighs to hold your legs up when he finally starts to fuck you.

he finds a steady pace quickly, the sound of his cock pounding into your swollen pussy while his balls slapped against you filling the room. you were both a mess of moans, your lips often finding each other for sloppy, intense kisses.

your hips worked in time with his, rolling back and forth against him while he fucked you, his fingers digging into your thighs as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

kento buried his face into your neck, switching between kissing at your skin and sucking on it, nipping occasionally. the idea that he was marking you turned you on even more, your cunt aching at the thought.

"i'm pretty close," he mumbled against your neck, biting at your skin and eliciting another loud moan from you. "but i want you to cum again first."

one of your hands gripped the back of his neck, your other hand moving to hold onto his shoulder, your nails digging into his skin. he groaned your name out in pleasure, knowing he was coming closer and closer to his orgasm with every thrust into you - hoping you were even closer.

"god....fuck! kento..." those seemed to be the only three words you could get out, a mix of your moans and whines filling his ear as he reached for one of your hands, pulling it down between the two of you and guiding your fingers to your clit.

he used your finger like a toy, rubbing your clit with it, pressing down on your finger to add extra pressure to the sensation you were feeling between your legs. it was so hot, the way he was using your own hand to play with your clit, like you were masturbating for his pleasure.

and that did it, the thought that you getting off turned him on and your tight walls suddenly clamped around his cock and he swore into your ear. he could feel your body tense again, could feel the way your pussy clenched and unclenched around him right before you let out a cry and came all over his cock.

he continued to fuck you, your orgasm washing over you as you tilted your head back, wanting to look into his eyes again. "cum inside me," you said softly, and the tone of your voice drove him absolutely wild, his hands shifting to grip your hips as he thrust harder into you. "are y'sure, darling?" he grunted out, and as soon as you nodded your head he knew he was about to lose it.

a few more hard thrusts into your cunt and soon he was shooting ropes of cum deep inside you. he continued to move his hips, each thrust fucking the mixture of both of your releases deep into you, load groans escaping his lips freely.

"fuck, you're so fucking incredible." his thrusts slowed down until he finally stopped, your foreheads pressed against each others as you looked into each others eyes. both breathless, both flushed, both feeling the after sex high. he pressed a soft kiss to your lips, one which you returned slowly, enjoying the softness of the moment.

"you.... kento you are so fucking good, holy shit." your words cause a smirk to spread to his face as he pulled out of you, his fingers brushing your hair back before he cups your face and pulls you in for another kiss.

"i didn't intend for our first time to fuck to be in my kitchen," he murmured, amused as his thumbs caressed your face. "well if it makes you feel better, that's the first time my first time with someone was in a kitchen?"

he laughs at that, kissing your forehead. "what an honor indeed, darling." you two cleaned up, and when he offered you a shower and asked if you wanted to stay over, you couldn't help but agree.

"just friends," you remind yourself as you got into his bed later that night, dressed in only one of his tshirts.

"just friends," you remind yourself as he lets you choose what to watch on the tv to fall asleep to.

"just friends," you remind yourself as he rolls over in his sleep in the middle of the night and wraps his arms around you.

"just friends," you remind yourself as you let yourself relax into his arms.

"just friends," you remind yourself as you drift back to sleep, thinking about how nice it felt to fall asleep next to kento nanami.

just friends.

a/n: hope this one was alright!! i was so obsessed with the idea of takuma interrupting them completely cluelessly it was making me laugh. hopefully the rust is coming off of me writing smut, haven't done it consistently for a while!! any comments are welcome and appreciated!!

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barcameowski · 5 months ago

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𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒 ⁻ pedri

pairing: pedri x reader , charles leclerc (ex) x reader

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a-mel0n · 2 months ago

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sorry just busy thinking about an au where tommy stays at the 118 and him and buck have an enemies to lovers relationship bc

1) despite what current day tommy would like us to believe, tommy version alpha would definitely think buck 1.0 is a himbo. and finding out that buck is dating abby??? guys you dont get it tommy would HAAAATE buck. mostly because tommy wants to suck buck’s dick but also because imagine being one tommy kinard and breaking things off with abby expecting to never see her again and then BOOM your coworker that stole the fire engine is her rebound and you suddenly got to deal with all of That.

and 2) oh my fucking god buck would peacock so hard. mostly because he really wants to suck tommy’s dick BUT he’s got abandonment issues visible from SPACE, if you believe he wouldn’t think his relationship with abby is threatened by tommy’s mere existence i fear you have not been paying enough attention. dude would hear that tommy and abby dated and he’d go “wait why wouldn’t abby want to get back together with her ex. tommy’s hot. he’s got pecs the size of my head and his dick is HUGEEEE. what do i have to offer that tommy doesn’t.”

anyways this all culminates with them hooking up in the 118’s supply closet and hen making BANK because she saw that shit coming from a mile away and started a betting pool immediately.

#evan buckley #tommy kinard #bucktommy #911 abc

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heeliopheelia · 2 years ago

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"look me in the eyes and tell me you didn't fucking lie to me" (heeseung x reader)

genre: angst word count: 0.7k requested by @flwrshee ♡

warnings: swearing, break up, heartbreak, lying

a/n: fuck i love angst sm LMFAO absolutely looooved writing this one

The silence is starting to feel heavy as you sit in Heeseung's parked car right next to your apartment complex. You're just coming back from a meeting with his friends and throughout the entire ride you haven't uttered a single word to him.

"Baby, talk to me, please," he sighs out after the uncomfortable atmosphere starts nearly itching his skin.

"What do you expect me to tell you? I just found out our entire relationship is basically a fucking joke," you say, face turned towards the window.

You don't even try to maturely approach the subject. Because how else is one supposed to react after realizing that their boyfriend most likely still has feelings for his ex? The sole thought of it makes your skin crawl and Heeseung can clearly see it as he swipes his eyes over your frowned side profile.

He tries again, feeling as if he's losing you already, one by one. "Nothing about us is a joke to me."

You want to get out of the car, you really fucking do, but at the same time you know that it's probably the last time you see him, the last time you're this close to him and the weak part of you that still wants to stay with him doesn't allow you to leave yet.

You feel goosebumps spiking your skin when his fingers hesitantly touch yours, so you quickly jerk your hand away.

"I feel like some fucking rebound, Heeseung."

"YN, baby," he starts quietly, trying to gain your attention. Pressing your lips together, you try your hardest to hold your tears back. "Will you please look at me?"

And you do, turning your head away from the window, hard eyes finding his immediately. For a second you take in the uneasiness painted on his face, his wide open eyes only making you want to cry even more. So you drop your gaze to your knees.

"I hope you had fun at least," you finally say, fiddling with the bracelet he gave you on your birthday three months ago. "Playing with my feelings like that, hope it was worth it."

"Don't say that, love," he pleads, hand itching to reach out to you again. "You can't believe everything people say so easily."

You scoff, looking at him in disbelief. "These people are your best friends. I see no reason as for why wouldn't I listen to them."

Realizing he's a step away from blowing his entire relationship with you, he finally engulfs your slightly trembling hand in his and brings it to his lips to press a kiss on your knuckles. His jacket around your shoulders suddenly feels all too heavy and burdening, a complete opposite of the comfort it used to bring you so many times before. The smell of his cologne is too strong all of sudden, the warmth of it nearly suffocates you.

"You know I lov-"

You interrupt him quickly, the sharpness or your tone startling him slightly. "Look me in the eyes and tell me you didn't fucking lie to me." You swallow the bile in your throat as he sits in stunned silence, eyes gaping at you hopelessly. "I need to hear that she means nothing to you and we'll forget all about it."

"I- I can't," he stutters out, rubbing his face with his hand. "Fuck, I'm sorry. But I'll get over it, I promise. I can't lose you too, YN."

You jerk your hand out of his hold as if it was burning you alive and shake your head with a bitter scoff. "Then what the fuck are you even doing? Leading me on like that, do you realize how much this is hurting me? It's like the entire year we've been together meant absolutely nothing! That's so fucked up, Heeseung!"

"I know, I know!" He groans, pressing his palms to his eyes. "I'm sorry, I just thought that I'd lose these feelings along the way in a relationship with you. I never expected that she'd still have such strong hold on me even a year later."

"Well, since my love is clearly not enough for you, I'm finally gonna stop wasting both of our time," you nearly hiss at him, shrugging his jacket off your shoulders and shoving it into his chest. He catches it, eyes as wide as a deer caught in the headlights. "Thanks for the ride, Heeseung."

"Wait, YN!" He calls after you as you walk out of his car. He reaches out to grab you and somehow try to make you stay but his fingers only manage to graze the edge of your top as you turn around to him. "Don't leave."

"Stop being so fucking selfish. Goodbye. Don't call me again," you let his pleadings go past your ears before you shut the door and leave Heeseung in shambles.

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ludolka · 9 days ago

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So I read a gribeans fic a while back which featured an interesting dynamic, with them pretty much using each other as rebounds while still loving other people

And I love that concept omg, so lemme share my own spin on it

Them being each other’s rebounds and having clear boundaries that whatever is going on between them is purely transactional with no feelings involved. Then over time they unintentionally help each other actually move on and develop feelings for each other. It becomes less of “if I can’t have XY, he will do” and more of “I genuinely enjoy spending time with him”. They both gradually talk (and think) less and less about the other people. It gets to the point they’d both consciously and intentionally reject the people they wanted first if they came back asking to try again

And while both know about their own feelings, they also know that it breaks the boundaries of the “situationship” they have, so neither say a word because neither want to lose what they have. Sure it’s not an actual relationship with mutual feelings (that they know of), but they can at least pretend and it’s better than nothing. But they both silently suffer from pining and (imagined) unrequited one-sided love

And people around them notice. It becomes so clear to anyone looking in from the outside that these two are in love. But no one says anything, because it’s not their business and also because whenever someone tries to bring this up, those two react pretty negatively and get all defensive. So everyone just lets them figure stuff out by themselves

And maybe, now with no feelings for other people, both get close again with their exes/past loves, just completely platonically this time around. And it drives them both absolutely crazy with jealousy because both think the other is going to get back together with his ex

#gribeans #hermitshipping #trafficshipping #grian #joel smallishbeans

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eyeheartboobiez · 1 year ago

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-> 𝗃𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖽 𝗑 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

-> 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺 𝖺𝗎!

-> 𝖺/𝗇: 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 5 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾!! 𝗂 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝖼. 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒🫶🏿

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@y/nforeal: GUESS WHO JUST WON A GRAMMY!!! fr tho i couldn't be more thankful for how far i've come as not only an artist, but an individual. now that award szn is over, imma take some time off from making music, because these next few months are gonna be busyyy.

again, thank you to all my friends and everyone who's stuck by my side through everything. i love yall🥹🫶 #grammys2023

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Grammy winner Y/N Y/LN going to court?! From ruined careers to ruined relationships, here's the rundown that led to all this. (1/10/2023 11:54 AM PT)

Since August of last year, fans have been talking nonstop about the leaked track that's been trending all over the internet. With its romantic lyrics and suggestive imagery, the song — Fantasize — made its debut surprising not only the listeners, but the artist as well.

Renowned singer Y/N Y/LN was more shocked than anyone to find that one of her unreleased songs had been spread around online. Even moreso, when the culprit behind the act was none other than rival singer, Artemis Grace.

Which begs the question: Why would Artemis care to leak Y/N'S music?

Well last summer, her ex boyfriend Jason Todd was alleged to have been in an intimate relationship with the grammy winner. Ever since paparazzi caught the two kissing outside of Y/N's Malibu home, they’ve been rumored to have been seeing each other in private.

Supporters of the singer were more than ecstatic to see the two together, and were happy to see that both stars were getting their well deserved happy ending.

Especially Jason, who had spoken up in past interviews about his ex’s abusive behavior. Stating that the redhead was “more than controlling” throughout their relationship.

Unfortunately the so-called Fantasy was short lived, when the gothamite was seen outside of a nightclub with the toxic ex. Once the news broke headlines, while fans were more than devastated, they were just as quick to come to Y/N's defence.

Regardless of the heartache, many speculate that Y/N may have used Cassandra, Jason's sister, as a bit of a rebound! In fact, the tension between the two was more than noticeable in the interview they did together with Glamour.

As usual, fans jumped to the conclusion that their collaboration is what drove Jason to like Y/N's most recent post on instagram (an action that even she was skeptical about).

Back to the present, it seems that the redhead was also caught red handed. After TMZ investigators revealed Artemis as the culprit of the crime, Y/N made the smart decision to press charges.

On account of copyright infringement, as well as causing emotional distress, the offender had been served an official notice of the legal proceedings being taken against her.

However, because she failed to appear before the judge last week, Artemis was forcibly taken in by the authorities just this morning. The embarrassing encounter with law enforcement was seen by many in the area, and spectators did not hesitate to record the interaction and post it online.

Despite all the drama, fans are overjoyed to see the ex finally being held accountable for her behavior. And who knows, maybe the tragic story between star crossed lovers will get its happy ending after all!

end notes: so what do we think, yay or nay?

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noightserum89 · 2 months ago

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with ease

You just got out of six months of relationship and shitty sex, so you're in the mood for something raw tonight--with that special person you always come back to. Inspired by this song Disclaimer : A PWP (Porn without Plot), MDNI Pls Character is owned by infold. CW// Mention of childbirth, death Might be OOC, If you don’t like it, skip it Please be mindful of what you read in the internet Tags : fingerfucking, public raw sex

The night is kinda young but still hums with possibilities. It’s only 8 pm, and you’ve left your apartment earlier than usual — no pregame, no distractions — just the raw hunger coursing through you. Sylus had called this morning, his voice smooth over the phone.

“Welcome back. I booked a sofa in your favorite club. Come by and have fun. I haven’t seen your pretty face in a while, Sweetie.”

You smile at the memory, hearing his voice has done something to your brain.

Of course, he hadn’t seen you, you have been in a relationship these past six months, the kind that looks good on paper, the kind that your mother approves of. She had called your ex-boyfriend “perfect” — a man with a good background and high social standing — a man who could be paraded through your family’s circle without questions.

But to you? He was just good enough to waste time with. He’s a fucking wimp, he’s clueless with his dick, he’s also too vanilla for you. You had finally pulled the trigger yesterday, you told him bluntly that you find him icky, and you need someone who knows what they’re doing — someone who can take control without being told how.

Life is complicated already, you don’t need the hassle of telling someone what to do when he’s fucking you. Just make it right, and be done with it. Your ex? He was just too…soft.

The second your ex left your apartment, you texted the one person who you needed to see ASAP.

Just landed, dinner?

It’s like a code between you two, one that neither of you bother to explain anymore. You remember he teased you about it one time, “You can just say, ‘landed’, so I don’t feel too hurt when you come looking for a rebound in my arms. It will feel like you have just come back from a long trip, Sweetie.”

“Oh please, you don’t do feelings, Sylus. That heart of yours is incapable of feeling hurt.” You replied, half laughing.

He smiled at you and kissed you, “With you, I feel all sorts of feelings, Sweetie.”

Lies.

The man is a maniac, he has no time to think about feelings, he’s too busy running his criminal empire, too ruthless to let love complicate things, and you know that.

Remember the Godfather? Love has no place at all in that world.

Hence why he can’t be your endgame. Your mother would die from a heart attack if she finds out that her only daughter is messing around with a mafia don.

You’re wearing what can only be described as undergarments — a mere satin slip dress that clings to your skin like a second skin, barely qualifies as a piece of clothing, the fabric so thin it might as well not exist, but that’s the fucking point. The red hue is a deliberate choice you made last minute, a nod to Sylus’s favorite color, and you chose it with a singular mission in mind: to get fucked by him until you can barely walk.

Mind you, it’s been half a year without Sylus in your life.

As you drive through the city, memories of Sylus come crashing back — of him taking you anywhere, everywhere, with a feral ferocity that leaves you breathless with everything you think about it. The city lights blur you, the atmosphere is electric, matching the anticipation that already building between your thighs. Your favorite classical piece is playing from your car audio, a stark contrast to the thoughts racing through your head.

There’s nothing classic about what you’re thinking right now.

You know exactly how you want it, you’ll ask him to fuck you right there in the club, hidden in plain sight. Slow and subtle, you have to suppress your moan, or he has to cover your mouth, you know you prefer the latter. You can already feel your pulse between your thighs, your tits hardening, the cool temperature only gets you hornier and hornier, and it’s oh-so-delicious.

You are finally ending a draught, saying goodbye to six months of bad sex.

The high-rise building where the club is situated comes into view, you drive your way into the valet section, stealing a glance at yourself in the rearview mirror, making sure your flawless smoke eyes and long lashes are ready.

Ready as the testament, as a trophy, of what a night with Sylus would be like. You know he loves seeing you messy, and tonight, you’re so ready to let him ruin you. “I love you out of control, messy just for me.” He had said after a successful yet teary deep throat that made your mascara crumbled.

The elevator ride feels endless, ascending to the top floor takes you a while, yet your body is already yearning for Sylus. When the floor indicator ding and opens, your pulse is ringing in your ears, making you almost roll your eyes. Two ushers meet you the moment you step out. “Let us take you to Mr Sylus.” One of them says, and you reply, “Yes, please.”

The club is pretty packed, old-school hip-hop and RnB are blasting through the speakers, some hard-hitting beats and sensual hum lulling your body to move, and you can’t help but agree, your shoulders, neck, and head, move according to the beat, subtle, not too eager. When you look at the dance floor, people are dancing, body rolls, and intimate movements, they’re getting their high by moving flawlessly and expressing themselves.

You finally reach the final step of stairs where Sylus has reserved a balcony for the two of you. He’s sitting elegantly, or rather dangerously, on a red velvety sofa, that gives you a slight boudoir vibe. Donning an all-black ensemble, legs crossed, a glass of whiskey in one hand, and a cigar in the other, he looks like a painting,

“Sylus.” You call his name, and he turns his attention to you.

Sylus is wearing his glasses — your favorite glasses — a frameless glass that barely visible to the normal eyes. To you, he’s like wearing a lingerie covered with an expensive suit. He turns his attention to you, his eyes sharp, his red vivid, something tug within you when he let out a slow smile.

“Sweetie.” Sylus calls out. He gets up from the sofa, and put off both his vices when he finally opens his arms, you are already back to where you belong, safe and nestled in his space.

Your fingers find their own way to latch onto his neck, locking him in your embrace. His hands already back to where they belong, sprawled on the sides of your waist, “You’ve been gone for a while, Sweetie.” He whispers while closing the distance between you and his front.

“Oh..” A little moan, you forget how satisfying it is to you to be manhandled by him. “Sylus…” You look at him and you feel like the world is tipping on its axis. “My dear, Sylus.”

‘He’s everything that I’ve ever wanted…’ You think to yourself. ‘Why did I obey my mother when I can have this man, every fucking day, whenever, wherever?’ You continue to ponder while your thumbs move through his sharp facial feature, feeling the texture of his skin, bridge of his nose, and the curve of his lips.

You know the answer and you have accepted the fact that you and him can never be together long ago, and you will never forgive the world for this. It’s cruel, yet you can’t do anything. He’s a mafia don for god’s sake, you don’t mix yourself in their problem or you will be the one getting gunned down.

“I have missed you so much, my sweet Angel.” He’s towering over you, his face inches away from you, his hot breath is all over you, the musky scent of cigar and whiskey is not your favorite but you can’t help but feel turned on.

Sylus pepper kisses all over your face, from your cheeks, to your chin, your nose, your forehead, the smallest of kisses, yet it makes you hot and bothered.

“Sylus…”

“Tell me what you want.”

“I can’t wait any longer, please.”

“I can’t say no when you beg like that, Sweetie, I’m not a monster…”

“Pleaase, Sylus…I need your cock in me…”

“Good, good girl…”

Sylus pushes you up against the concrete balcony that covers half of your body. You can feel the vibration of the bass from the music downstairs through your stomach, you have a bird’s eye view on the partygoers downstairs, and you think, ‘Nobody knows that I’m going to get railed so good.’ The idea of doing it in open space, with the most dangerous man in the city has successfully create a wet reaction down your string.

His hands move on your body seamlessly, gliding through smoothly, taking both of your hands to the back, arching your back in the process, while he pushes his front to your back, letting you know that he’s already hard and demands to be satisfied.

“Such a bad girl,” Sylus whispers against your ear from behind, “Wearing this poor excuse of a dress…” his hands now reaching the hem of your dress, hiking it up until one of your thigh is exposed to the cool night’s air, “Coming here and wanting to get fucked in front of everyone..”

His finger is now playing with your string, caressing your ass so sensually that you can’t help but moan. “Sh….Syl…Sylus.” Your words are broken at his touch, “Please…” Your heart is pounding, skin tingling, calloused fingers touching you roughly, marking your delicate skin as his.

Without warning, Sylus pull your string to the sides, yanks your dress, bunching it around your waist, and pushes his hand between your thighs, feeling your wetness, how ready you are for him. His fingers slip through your wetness, making intimate contact with your folds.

“Ah…Sylus…” That’s all you manage to let out, needy whimper and uncontrollable moan.

“Tell me..” He growls, “How much do you want me?”

You don’t have to think, “So much…please…more than anything.” You are desperate to be filled by him. “I…I can’t wait anymore, Sylus…”

“Such a good girl…” Sylus pulls back and unbuckle himself, letting his cock free. “Feel this. Feel my desperation for you, Sweetie.” He rubs his hard-as-rock cock on your pussy, making repeated motions up and down, from your clit to your entrance. “I haven’t even fuck you yet and it already feels so…fucking…good…” Sylus whispers in your ear, his other hand cupping your hard peaks behind the balcony, overstimulating you.

“Sshhhh….Sylus…oh…”

“So so good…”

“Mhhyeahh…”

“Please I need you…put it in..”

You can’t think, no coherent thoughts forming in your head other than Sylus filling you in with his big cock and cum.

“I’ll ruin you, Sweetie.” His guttural moan when he enters you with ease, “Oh…” taking you apart, making your pussy pulsates even more. He stills for a moment, giving you time to adjust, you wiggle your hips a little, accepting the thick cock you have missed so much, his hands steadying you, letting you know that you’re not going anywhere.

Sylus starts to push again, a broken moan escapes your lips as he fills you completely, your body stretched tight around him, and when you starts to move, his groan is getting wilder.

“Fuck…” he groans, his forehead dropping to rest against yours. “You’re so tight… it’s like you were made for me.”

You whimper, trying to move, needing more of him, but he holds you steady, controlling the pace. He begins to thrust into you, slow at first, but with each stroke, he drives deeper, with more pressure applied, hitting just the right spot, making you gasp and cling to him for dear life.

The sounds of the club fade into the background as the world narrows to just the two of you — the heat, the rhythm of your bodies moving together, the way he takes you like no one else ever has.

Your moans grow louder, mingling with his grunts of pleasure as he fucks you relentlessly, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure coursing through you. His hand slides down to your thigh, trying to coax your orgasm faster by playing with your clitoris,

“Sylus…” you cry out, barely able to form coherent words. “I’m going to — “

“Come for me,” he orders, his voice strained, his control hanging by a thread as he pounds into you harder, faster. “I want to feel you come.”

That’s all it takes. Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your body shaking as you clench around him, your nails digging into his arms that hold you. Eyes rolled so hard you can even see stars, and when you're able to open your eyes again, you can feel your tears coming down your face, your orgasm so good that it makes you cry.

He groans, his hips slamming into yours, deliciously slow, as he chases his own release, pushing you both to the edge. With one final thrust, he stills, buried deep inside you, his body tensing as he comes, filling you with his cum. You collapse against the balcony, and he is against you, you breathing hard, your bodies slick with sweat.

For a moment, the world stands still, just the sound of your ragged breaths and the distant noises of the club beneath you.

Then, slowly, he pulls out, setting you back on your feet, though your legs are shaky from the intensity of what just happened. Sylus smiles down at you, his hand brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

“You look so fucking beautiful right now,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss you softly, a stark contrast to the roughness of moments before.

You smile weakly, still catching your breath, your body tingling in the afterglow.

“Messy just for you,” you whisper, echoing his earlier words.

Sylus chuckles, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you close. “I wanna see you crying on my cock, Sweetie”

“Take me home then, Sylus.”

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