#I kinda just thought they forgot about him for the last part of the movie

[gremlingottoosilly]

Cabin in the woods (yan!Konig x fem!Reader x yan!Horangi)

You and your friend group are definitely not a part of a typical slasher movie. Two weird guys you met at the corner store somewhere in rural Austria definitely not serial killers. You are definitely going to be saved. You are definitely not going to like being their little trophy.

TW: Yandere, Age gap(Reader in her early 20, murder husband in their late 30), Serial Killers, Mild Gore, Extreme dub-con(Bordering cnc), Blood, Horror, Kidnapping

CHAPTER 1 You meet two weird locals at the corner store in a city in the middle of Austrian woods. Your timid nature is going to be your downfall.

Come to the woods, your assholes-of-a-friend said. Come on, he said, I know that for someone like you, dwelling in some shitty forest for three or more days only to drink mediocre beer and probably have even more mediocre sex while mosquitos are biting at your vagina sounds like your worst nightmare, but! Have you considered it could be fun? 

Yeah, you have considered it. Considered it, thought about it and already decided not to engage with the idea. Spending the holiday in your own country, your own city and by your computer was far better than running around some random Austrian forest – and so you decided to kinda…ditch the idea. 

Considering what happened in the next few days, you really should have been more true to your words. 

Because you agreed to the proposition – because you don’t want to antagonize your friends, because you already feel strained from them, because they are assholes and they continue to be assholes but they are the only ones you have. Maybe you shouldn’t rot in your room, maybe you should agree to spend Spring break with them, getting drunk in the woods and maybe chasing some wild boars across the place. 

— Sorry. 

Some asshole – not the friend one, just an asshole in general, like everyone else in this fucking country that is so stuck up at being in the woods and mountains, that you are literally going to be sick – took the last remaining bottle of coke that was still left on the shelve. You were not having it because it was almost night already, the last remaining store open in the area, and you needed your sugar fix and something to mix alcohol with so you wouldn’t get drunk and stupid immediately. 

You aren’t letting go of the bottle. 

The guy doesn’t let go either. 

— Sorry, I think I got it first. 

You hate how weak your voice is. Never be the active, social one of your friends, you’re stuck being just a dumb girl who has literally everyone walking all over her. You decided to dig your heels into the ground and sent this asshole where he belongs – so, your grip on the bottle intensifies. 

— Haven’t seen you. 

He tugs the bottle back to him – and he has some arm strength, surprisingly for someone in this town. To be quite honest, you are too intimidated by his deep, annoyed voice to even consider looking at him, so you don’t know what the guy looks like. Maybe it’s an MMA champion – celebrity shop at some weird corner stores in abandoned Austrian cities too. 

— I am very sorry, but I really, really need this bottle. 

You don’t, actually. There are multiple bottles of Pepsi right here, and not like you have a very specific preference for the drink that is bad for you. You just got tired of people walking all over you, tired of your friends that constantly getting you into their shenanigans without asking for your opinion and you just want something good happening to you at least once. So, you tug the bottle back to you, and press it against your chest, hoping that whoever this man is will get the memo and get the fuck away from you until you’ll get your pepper spray. Ah, right, you forgot to bring one…well, he doesn’t have to know about that. 

— What do you need this bottle for? 

— Important reasons. Secret reasons.

The man sneered and you finally got a good look at him. And…fuck. 

Tall, broad, maybe more on the leaner side, but you can clearly see his tight muscles that form this perfect, thin type of masculinity that makes you think about greet athletes and that weird webtoon you were occasionally reading because you don’t have anything better to do with your life. You lick your lips, nervously, suddenly aware of the fact that you wear some old hoodie, battered jeans, and exactly zero makeup – you were supposed to get chased by the bears in the forest, not a meet-cute annoying strangers. 

He is Korean if little doodles on his jacket and an accent are saying the truth. You force yourself to get your gaze away from the mask that was covering more than half of his face, black glasses that obstruct the view even more, and messy black hair – the only thing about his appearance that you can actually see. 

Maybe, it’s good that you can’t see his face – you need to get out of here, preferably with a bottle of coke and some other snacks before your friends start questioning why the only person who didn’t want to go is so reluctant about leaving the store. Besides, it’s already almost closing time and you need to gather your thoughts. With a deep sigh, you push the bottle closer to you. 

But this time, he didn’t humor you with softness. He kept it close to himself and suddenly, you are very aware of how much weaker you are than him. You could put up a good fight against a mouse, maybe, a squirrel on a good day – but in this tugging match, you were no, pun intended, match for him. You look closely at his cargo jacket – the patches look official, normal, making you think about the military and what the fuck Korean soldier is doing in the small town somewhere in the rural, touristy-foresty-mountainy part of Austria. 

— Please, sir, it’s getting silly. 

— Yes, it is. Give up now. 

He has that weird calmness in his voice – a low grumble that makes you shiver, the urge to just give up your control and present him your neck like a good pet makes you want to vomit. God, it’s humiliating – you just hope that your friends won’t be here to witness your utter humiliation. 

— I really, really need this bottle. Please? 

You master your best puppy eyes, looking at him with a half-lidded gaze, hoping he has at least a somewhat working and aching heart inside of his lean, muscular chest. The dark glasses of his don’t allow you to see his face clearly, but you can feel how he slowly eyes you from head to toe, slowing down at how much your hands are trembling at the confrontation. 

In a normal situation, you would give up already. But this isn’t a normal situation – you wanted to learn how to be brave, independent, and stand up for yourself in small things, even if your friends still going to swirl you around into making dumb decisions. 

— I was the first to grab it. Why should I give it to you? 

His voice is mesmerizing – you didn’t expect something as deep from a random stranger in the corner shop and here you are, embarrassed, cheeks heated because you want to ditch your friends and look at the random guy you just met. Ah, the tragedy of meeting someone remotely attractive and closer to your age – or at least looking like it – in a mundane place so that the horny thoughts would make room inside your head. 

— Because this would cheer me up really nice, sir. 

You master even puppier eyes – and you lick your lips some more, hoping to elongate the point of how shitty your day was, and how nice it would be, just to have a bottle of coke to cheer you up. Man lets go of a grumpy noise, shaking his head. 

“Fucking tourists” he mutters – and you feel even more embarrassed immediately. If anything, he is probably a tourist too! 

— Sir? So the coke-stealer has manners after all. 

His laugh is dry, and you want to take the bottle and leave – but when you yank it closer, he doesn’t let go. If anything, he grabs it even firmer, thin plastic deforms under his touch, and the tactical gloves he is wearing are only empathizing with the vast difference between you and him. 

— I’m not a coke-stealer. I had dibs on this bottle. 

He stares at you, tilting his head to the side. You look stubborn, like an angry little kitten – and, god fucking dammit, Horangi loved cats. Always wanted to get one or two, adorable furballs that would lay on him and Konig, maybe destroy the wildlife around their house. he loved cats and never had time to take care of them because of their combined jobs – so when he looks at this stubborn little woman – little more in her posture than actual size – he feels all the desire to take a kitten home gets straight into his pants. 

He has to find Konig. Ah, and get the bottle back. 

— Dibs don’t matter if you can’t even hold it. So, the bottle is mine. 

— Sir, if anything, this bottle can’t belong to you yet. You haven’t paid for it! 

— You too. 

— But I will. 

— Just as I am. 

He chuckles, more amused than anything. You look angry, you look pissed, you munch on your lower lip nervously because you don’t want this man to walk all over you, but you also really want his – it belongs to the state, actually – coke. So, you yank it one last time, already preparing to give up and drink Pepsi as the loser woman you are. 

Instead, the bottle goes right into your hand with ease – and you fall on your back, losing the connection between your legs and the ground. You prepare to fall and crack your head on the floor, just like a wet kitten of a person you are. 

Instead, you stumble into…something. You want to say that it’s something soft, maybe a snack aisle or the pillows that are being sold in this store for some reason, but this mysterious “something” under your cheek is firm, tense and warm. 

Just like in the worst romantic comedies you ever saw, you are crushed into a broad male’s chest. Don’t mess it up with another man’s broad chest, those are actually two very different individuals and the concentration of pecks on the square meter already makes you feel uneasy. You bite your lips nervously, wanting nothing more but to disappear – you finally have the bottle in your hands and you can swiftly retreat to the cashier on the other side of the shop, but the man behind you stops you. 

— What’s going on, Tigeren? 

Ah, good. The wall of muscles behind you smells of generic male deodorant and something metallic – and has the voice of a Greek god mixed with the most stereotypical Austrian accent ever. Not like you are an expert on accents or voices or tones because you’re not sure that Greek gods would have such high and grumbling voices, but you stand not corrected, drowning in your bad decisions. 

You feel the firm hold on your shoulder gently put you away slightly, as the man comes to touch the asshole’s hand. Softly, gently, you want someone to touch you like this. You lift your gaze from the pair and…

Did you miss a Halloween party with the tough rule of wearing a mask all the time, even when you’re going out to grab some more snacks? You lower your gaze from the man who also wears a generic black mask and dark glasses, your eyes slowly go down to his pants and…

Did you miss a horse-riding party? 

— Some tourist tried to steal my coke. Nothing, Ko. 

— I’m not a tourist. 

You mumble, under your breath. You don’t want to be here – the area suddenly becomes intoxicating, you feel out of place and you want to run away as fast as possible but the only thing you can do is to just strive on, hoping that you’d at least keep your beverage with you. You take a step to the side, hoping to retreat quietly, like a ninja – but they both notice and turn to your side immediately. 

— This is a dangerous place, lady. 

The tall guy – well, they are both tall, but the second one is fucking enormous, towering over the shelves and making you feel insignificant compared to him – grumbles it gently, almost carefully. You are inclined to listen to him, taking up his words like a damned prophecy. You know this place is dangerous – it’s a forest in the mountains of Austria, of course, it is dangerous, you tried to tell your friends this, but…well, to no avail. Useless as usual. 

— I’m aware, thank you. Can I…excuse me, I will leave now. 

— With my coke. 

Korean guy snorts, the clear amusement in his voice. You don’t like the way he emphasizes the point of you stealing it from him – you both are entitled to it, if anything, he is the weird one to think that he has some special dibs for this. The bottle is already warmed up from your combined touches and you groan from the fact – now you will have to choke on the warm cola while all of your friends have fun with their dumb alcohol cocktails and ice cubes and everything you forgot to bring because you were the last one to get here. Because you were the last one they asked to join – feeling like an afterthought, you lick your lips nervously. 

— Of course. The one you wrestled out of my hold. 

— You let go of it, sir. 

— Didn’t want to make a scene with a little thing like you. 

You feel the tips of your ears burning. Oh, how you wanted to punch both of them – the tall one and the slightly less tall one, both chuckling like a pair of grannies on the porch. Like this fucking place needed more bears. 

— You should be careful around these parts. Weird things going around. 

The mountain has spoken again – weird, but all of his phrases feel more like something straight up from a horror movie. Combined with the eerie dim light of the tiny store and his mask, it sent a shiver down your spine. Gosh, you need to watch fewer horror movies and read less terrible dark romance books. You are jumpy, nervous, anxious, everything that doesn’t combine well with a forest trip. 

You take a step back and the blue eyes follow you. When did he take off his sunglasses? Why do they both need sunglasses at night? 

He looks at you and, fucks sake, you stumble into the aisle again. With a bottle of coke in your hand, which isn’t the best weapon in the world, you stumble to the cashier. 

Cold gaze follows you. Oh, how he follows you. 

You nervously bring the coke bottle to the old man behind the counter, listening to the tired German speech – you recognize the numbers, memorize the price of a single bottle, and yet…you feel the eyes glue to your back as you desperately rummage through your pockets. You swear to god that you had cash on you this exact morning – but you go through your pockets, through your backpack, and try to search for maybe some old cents and cards. 

Nothing. 

God, you feel like a failure – embarrassed that you wasted so much time trying to get this bottle only to put it back on the shelf in defeat and…

— On me. Move your ass, tourist. 

The Korean guy notches your side and you glare at him with a mix of anger and shame – he pays for the bottle, probably grinning from how well he taught this annoying as fuck tourist a lesson, and also for the few snacks he bought, probably for himself and his…friend? Boyfriend? 

You move your ass obediently, going out of the store, and your head hangs low in defeat. Your friends are smoking outside, everyone is visibly annoyed with how long it took you only to go out empty-handed. Jenny, one of your girlfriends, a tall brunette with a perfect fucking body that shouldn’t belong to someone in the real world and not 90-era comedies, looks…worried. 

You went to ask her what was wrong, but she shook her head, looking somewhere behind you. 

You stare at the ground, watching as your shriveled shadow from the single-store light swiftly being absorbed by someone’s much larger frame. You gulp, not wanting to look behind you, knowing what – or who – you might want. 

Tall guy with a…coke bottle? Well, you weren’t expecting that. He gives you the bottle and you can almost see the condescending smile on his face as his fingers linger on your hand for longer than they should be. You take the offer, not really understanding what the fuck is really going on. 

— Thank…you? 

— No problem, kleine. 

You can hear the smile in his voice and your hands are trembling. Jenny looks at you with surprise, clearly not expecting nerdy ol’ you to pull someone so…well, not nerdy and maybe old. 

— What the fuck? Who is…

— I’ll explain in the car, alright? 

— Did you drop it or something? 

— I…I think I lost my wallet. Have you seen it? 

She stops for a second, thinking. There are a few things Jenny is good at – burning the tip of her tongue with a lighter, wearing crop tops, eating men alive (unless they are the most annoying ones alive). Lying isn’t one of them – not because she is a good person, but because she would rather flip your shit upside down and make you as upset as she possibly could. 

— Chad took it. Said you’d find the nearest bus to get the fuck out of here if you’d have it. 

He…

You can’t fucking believe this. All this humiliation because her annoying boyfriend didn’t want you to ruin this little unfriendly gathering. You feel angry tears in the corners of your eyes, almost ready to sniffle like the needy thing you are. God, you’re weak and pathetic and…

The Austrian guy behind you coughs, attracting attention. 

— Ladies like you shouldn’t go out this late. Bad things might happen. 

Jenny snorted and you already wanted to close your eyes. She was clearly not having it and she had a very short temper – you take a step back, towards her, hoping to set her down. Instead, she took one look at your pleading expressions, and it made her even more annoyed. She was never good with locals. 

— We’re getting out of this dump as soon as possible, sir. Didn’t ask for your opinion though. 

He chuckles and the sound sends a shiver down your spine. 

— Just wanted to warn you. Tourists are disappearing around these parts. 

— We’re not some dumb tourists. 

— Ach? You aren’t? 

Jenny fails to hear the amusement in her voice. You tuck the Coke bottle in your arms, hoping that they would stop. 

— We’re not a bunch of dumb tourists and we will call the police if you’d proceed harassing us. 

— Just wanted to give your friend what she forgot. Keep an eye on each other, ja? 

— We will. Fuck off before I’m calling the 9-1-1, verstehen? 

You feel even more embarrassed as she storms off to the truck where Chad and everyone else is staying, not even paying you a glance – too used to your sorry ass going right after her, like a lapdog that your other friend likes to bring everywhere in her tiny pink purse. 

You sigh, feeling horrible. The guy is creepy. Tall, looming over everyone, both of them are fucking terrifying – but they paid for the coke and the Austrian one is genuinely trying to tell you something. A bit paranoid, maybe, but you see the cargo jacket he is wearing, so he is probably either a paranoid survivalist or maybe a part of the military. You like having someone worried about your safety, even in more of a scary horror movie-esque form. 

— I’m…sorry for Jenny. She isn’t always like this, we’re just tired after a long road. 

— You were driving whole day? 

— We’re, um…on a trip. You know, a little getaway in the woods. Would have been nice. 

The giant tilts his head to the side. You just noticed that his hands are twitching a little, fidgeting with the bottom part of his jacket. You find it almost cute, endearing in a way – at least he is as anxious about talking to you as you are to him. You find yourself also fidgeting on the bottle, swirling it in your hands, never understanding what you should do in a somewhat normal social situation. 

— Be careful, kleine Hase. Like I said, it’s a dangerous place for young ladies like you. 

The way he said it, calling you a young lady, made him look extremely old – and made you feel even more embarrassed and uncertain about your future. Here you are, wasting your youth on shitty road trips to Austrian woods instead of reading horror books and watching romance movies. 

— Thank you, sir. I…I’ll keep that in mind. 

— Are you two alone on the trip? 

Alright, it was a bit creepy. his cold blue gaze bores in your face, making you feel small. 

— No, Our male friends are with us. 

He humms, almost sounding amused. 

— Good. Wouldn’t want it to be too easy. 

— Sorry? 

— Wouldn’t want someone bad to hurt you so easily. 

You smile. He is nice, even if a bit creepy – you nod slightly, taking a step towards the truck, since everyone else already got in and you still have a long road to the place of your camp. 

— Thank you for the bottle, sir. 

— You are welcome. Keep yourself safe, ja? 

You nod. 

Keeping yourself safe sure does sound nice. You can do it, right? (You can’t,  but you don’t know that yet)

[01zfan]

rotten valentine | p. wb

wonbin x reader | 4.5k words

happy (late) valentines day!

contains: friends with benefits situation, red flag wonbin, he’s kinda toxic, this is like the evil version of necklace

the fourteenth day in the month of february came and went for you each year. it wasn’t always a normal day in your life—it used to be an event. writing every single one of your classmates names on a note with candy attached and receiving what seemed like thousands back. the excitement and magic of the day devolved from elementary school, turning into the occasional candy gram you would get from your friends in junior high. by the time you got to college, valentine’s day had just become another day. 

you were well into adult life now, and your life was drained of all romance. you forgot what it was like to kiss someone you were dating and your last serious relationship felt like a distant memory. it felt like romance was make believe, something manufactured in movie studios to make profit. you had suitors and you had the dating apps, but nothing sparked that same feeling you found yourself chasing late at night.

wonbin was someone you yearned for. he came into your life like a meteor, crashing on the surface of your mind and killing all potential thoughts you had of finding someone else. 

you saw him first at a party, the dimly lit room failed to hide the way he looked at you. his gaze pierced through the sea of people and you found yourself thinking about the scenes in the movies. this was the part where wonbin came up to you and cracked jokes with you all night, woo’ing you and calling you pretty. you rationalized that wonbin didn’t have his script when he unceremoniously came up to you, pulling your attention way from your friends. you followed him like a moth to a flame deeper to the dance floor, where the music was so loud you could barely hear him. he took a sip from his cup, letting it rest in his hand. you barely had wonbin’s attention as he leaned over to request a song to the dj.

after making the request wonbin leaned against the wall and continued to drink. the previously muted yellow light that made you feel like the party was shot on film turned to a deep red. it felt almost choreographed as as wonbin’s eyes raked down your body. in any other instance you would’ve been disgusted by a man looking at you with so much lust. but you felt proud that you had piqued his interest. you didn’t want to lose him. 

the music changed to the song wonbin requested and he smirked. you found that he donned that look anytime someone did what he wanted, so smug like he knew no one could deny him. it was the same smugness that made his eyes stay on your chest as he took another sip of his drink.

“did you come alone?” wonbin asked.

you looked behind to your friends that kept a careful eye on you. you’re shocked wonbin didn’t notice them. maybe he was too caught up in you to notice.

“i came with my friends.” you said.

the lights started flashing red, making the party around you feel like a nightclub. people started dancing to the song more frantically than before, moving from gentle sways to jumping on the makeshift dance floor. some people bumped into you, making the drink in your cup raise over the rim and splash on your hand. wonbin remained untouched on the wall a look of amusement on his face as he looked at the partygoers have fun because of his song suggestion. the dj gave him a nod of acknowledgement and you could see it go directly to his head. the confidence made you dizzy just like his perfume did when he beckoned you to come to his corner. you placed a hand on the wall to steady yourself and wonbin brought a hand to your hip. his hand was comforting just like the smell of aged spice that flooded your nose. wonbin looked at you for a moment before leaning to your ear.

“wanna ditch your friends?” he asked. 

his amusing smile didn’t waiver, his curled up lips so close to your face you felt it on the shell of your ear. you knew he knew your answer. you didn’t even have to nod as you turned around to get through the dancing crowd. your mind was buzzing with alcohol as the beautiful man followed behind you. your friends had joined the cluster of partygoers as you walked up the stairs. they couldn’t even see you through the haze of smoke clouds and flashing lights. if you were in your right mind you would’ve joined them, squeezing your sweaty body through everyone till you made it to your group. but nothing else mattered to you except for getting wonbin alone, and wonbin’s hand on your ass was guiding you there.

wonbin’s collision with you that night wiped away all common sense you had in regards to him. if you had half a mind you would’ve told him you don’t fuck strangers at parties or fuck on beds that aren’t your own. but any rational thought was out the window when it came to wonbin. anything to feel the euphoria of being pressed into the sheets and hearing him moan because of you. his sloppy passion from his tipsy state paired with his precise thrusts made your throat raw from your cries. you had never felt that way in your life. that’s why each time he hit you with his late night messages you responded. it always started with a text, so non assuming and casual it made your head hurt.

you up?

you hated that your life had come to this, chasing after someone so bad for you. it had gotten to the point that you couldn’t bring wonbin up anymore in your friend’s presence, visible aggravation showing on their faces. you vividly remember when your friend gave you a wake up call. you should’ve listened, she wasn’t wrong when she told you about wonbin. he was hot and cold, only reached out to you when he needed to feel something wrapped around him, and took advantage of your lonliness. you nodded your head and felt the sting of tears as she comforted you through acceptance. 

the intervention was no use; you went back to him that night. you held strong for an hour, until wonbin attached an i need u to the end of his initial text. you couldn’t resist going back to wonbin when he said he needed you. you had gotten so used to seeing people kiss in movies that you started thinking kisses tasted like stale popcorn and artificial sweetener. but wonbin’s kisses tasted like vanilla and his lips felt like clouds. how could you not go back to him?

it didn’t help that wonbin knew it was wrong to play with your emotions. he wasn’t a bad person by any means, just someone who needed constant temporary company. he did all he could for the girls he had sex with and communicated what he was looking for before the arrangements started. but you were different. you were innocent and naive, still believing that the romance in movies was something obtainable. wonbin liked that about you, he believed the fact that you were a hopeless romantic made you better in bed. it made you ride him even if your legs were burning and it made you relax your throat and let your tongue go limp so you could take all of him. it also made you come back to him over and over again. it was almost too easy getting you to make the late night drive to his apartment. 

wonbin tried to ween himself off of you for your own sake, but you didn’t let it last long. it was usually wonbin to text you first, and he thought that you would just move on with your life if he never reached out to you again. so when the time came around that wonbin would send the infamous text, he just masturbated to get sex off his mind and went to bed. but while he was sleeping soundly you were tossing and turning, checking your phone every ten minutes waiting for your bat signal. 

you hated to admit it felt like you were at your lowest those three days you had no contact with wonbin. holding out and not texting him was the last bit of power you had in your dynamic with him. your mind rationalized that as long as it was wonbin texting you, you had some semblance of control. but you willingly tipped the scale on day three, telling wonbin you wanted to see him. the way he read your message immediately made your heart swell, the three bubbles in the gray text made you regret everything. it was like you were taking the biggest risk of your life waiting for a response from him. 

you were lucky that your risk played out well for you that night. you relinquished the last authority you had to wonbin by telling you that you needed him, but he made it up to you when you showed up at his door. the way he moaned your name and marked your neck made you truly believe that you were his. wonbin fucking you into the mattress made you believe that romance movies and couples holding hands had nothing on this.

when you woke up next to wonbin the next morning, nothing had changed. he was still uninterested in getting involved romantically, only offering you a tired goodbye as you got up from his bed. 

after that, you knew you had nothing else to gain from your relationship with wonbin. it never stopped you from putting on your coat and driving over to him, or knocking on his door. but that didn’t stop you from opening your phone when he sent you his text.

sorry for going ghost

busy week at work.

you scoffed and rolled your eyes like you didn’t miss him. atleast he had the decency to try and explain the situation. you knew that it was the truth—wonbin didn’t care enough to lie to you.

couldn’t stop thinking about my favorite girl though

you just wish wonbin wasn’t so fucking awful. you wish he didn’t know it either. he knew how awful he was for calling you his favorite girl even though you were on his backburner all the time. he knew how awful he was for hitting all your spots just right, for knowing your body so well within a few minutes. and he was so fucking rotten for knowing how to get you to show up at his door late at night.

you walked up the stairs to his apartment after he buzzed you in. you wish you could say you weren’t tingling with excitement going up the stairs. knowing that wonbin wanted to spend time with you regardless of the circumstance made you happy. it was hard to not believe you weren’t the most important person in wonbin’s life when he looked at you that way when he answered the door.

the view before you was shocking—wonbin stopped trying to be sweet about your hookups a long time ago. he had ditched the casual clothes and started answering in just his boxers and a white tee to let you know what his intentions were. he stopped leading you to the couch to uselessly chat you up and ask questions he didn’t care to hear the answers to. now all wonbin did was answer the door and immediately lead you to the bedroom, expecting you to ditch your clothes on the way. but this wonbin answered with a gummy smile and kissed you passionately in the hallway of closed apartment doors.

”i missed you.” wonbin said sweetly when he pulled away.

you were too busy staring at him with wide eyes to answer. he pulled you into his small apartment, closing the door and locking it. wonbin took in. your shocked expression and laughed—he was so fucking awful.

you hated that wonbin’s apartment was tidy. you believed that if you could find just one disgusting thing about him you would be able to take off the rose tinted glasses, but his apartment was even cleaner than yours. it was always dimly lit but you could make out the decorations and see the color palette he was trying to achieve. you could tell a musician lived here, from the edited sheet music that laid on the coffee table and his guitar resting on the couch. you had dreams of him leading you to the living room and playing you a song that made him think of you. but you had to settle for wonbin leading you to his bedroom.

wonbin walked to the edge of his bed while you took off your shoes and jacket. usually guests take them off at the front door, but you weren’t given the privilege to put your things on the coat rack or your shoes by the front door. you had to settle for throwing your jacket on the back of his chair and your shoes by the door. you don’t know wonbin was like that, but you’re sure finding out would’ve only made you feel awful.

after taking off your coat and shoes, you walked around wonbin’s bed to him. his head followed you all the way from his door, watching you with careful eyes.

you stood in front of him, playing with the ends of his hair. wonbin wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his face into your stomach. it was hard to not feel somber in these moments, with him being so touchy. you had seen wonbin in the mornings when you’d sneak away, hair splayed out on the pillow as the sun caught on his eyelashes. he looked so pure in those moments, nothing like the man that put you through emotional hell. his lips were soft even in the morning. even though wonbin was the devil in some aspects you couldn’t deny he wasn’t an angel, especially in the morning when his face was the first thing you woke up to. he was rotten but also so sweet, awful but so good. he was an enigma in your life, and it was a shame he didn’t want to be yours. but maybe if you sucked his dick good enough you’d change his mind.

wonbin continued to look at you as you got on your knees before him, slotting yourself between his legs. wonbin lifted his hips off the bed to take off his boxers, letting them pool at his ankles. his dick was hard and heavy in your hand. you rested your head on his thigh, bringing his tip to touch your tongue. wonbin propped himself up on his arms after taking a look at you, he knew you knew what to do. he ran a hand through his hair and let out a sigh when you took in as much as you could, using your hand to occupy the space you couldn’t reach.

you head still rests on his thigh when he brings himself upright again to look at you. you want to make sure he’s watching when you relax your throat and touch your nose to his stomach. wonbin grunts now, bucking his hips up in the slightest way to make you gag.

you take wonbin from your mouth to try and regain your composure. the hold he has on your hair tilts your head up. wonbin looks at your teary eyes and swollen lips. his dick pulses in your hand as he looks at how ruined you are. inside and out, all because of him.

“you’re so fucking pretty.” wonbin says.

you whimper at his compliment and take him back into your mouth after licking a long strip down the shaft that makes wonbin hiss. he’s cruel and enjoyes withholding the sounds he truly wants to make. he believes it makes you work harder. when he hits the back of your throat he lets you hear a whimper and when your throat vibrates as you gag on him he moans. 

“so good,” wonbin whispers. “almost there.”

and you are so good. wonbin has hands in your hair is just for show. he doesn’t have to push your head or buck into your mouth to get what he needs to cum down your throat. you just do it because you like him more than you should. the premise of being close also gives you the vigor to continue, ignoring the pain in your knees from kneeling on the ground and the soreness of your jaw. it makes you flick your tongue over wonbin’s tip, and when his hand suddenly tightens in your hair he cums without warning. wonbin’s legs stiffen under your palms, and he lifts his hips up slightly to meet your lips.

the only time your defiant is when it comes to swallowing wonbin’s cum. you never turn down eating it but each time your eyes switch from lust to disgust. you take it all because wonbin wants you to, but each time you stick out your tongue and make a bleugh sound.

“you need to drink some fucking water,” you grimace. “your cum tastes like toxic waste.”

that’s the only peak of your strong personality that wonbin gets to see. any other time you are so docile and pliant, saying your yes’s and please’s and thank you’s. you are more mysterious than him sometimes, the way you successfully hide so much of your personality from wonbin. maybe he just doesn’t care enough to pick more at your surface to find out. but maybe if you knew how to use the mysteriousness to your advantage wonbin would be more intrigued by you. regardless, you always go back to the same docile fuck buddy when wonbin lifts your chin up to look at him.

“you like eating it though, don’t you?” wonbin says simply.

you mindlessly nod you head and your eyes are filled with the same look of adoration before he came in your mouth. it makes wonbin equal parts turned on and smug, his limp dick already working back up to a semi.

wonbin moves back on the bed and you get up from the floor to follow him. you stumble onto the sheets, doing everything in your power to not show how stiff your knees are. you crawl towards wonbin sitting against the headboard with that stupid smirk on his face. he looks down at your chest. the way your breasts hang freely makes him want to put them in his mouth, or hold them tightly until you squirm.

when you’re leaning against the headboard wonbin hands you a water bottle resting on his bedside table. the bottle has collapsed in on itself slightly and had condensation inside. you thank him anyway for the room temperature water—it’s just what you need because wonbin is the one who gave it to you. you finish the bottle, but the taste of him still remains on your tongue.

“thank you.” you say

wonbin still looks at you as you place the water on the other bedside table. he smiles at how shy you suddenly are, waiting for him to initiate the next part of the night. something about you makes his libido increase tenfold. his dick is already hard and straining against his lower stomach.

“how do you want it? want me to be romantic?” wonbin said sarcastically.

you looked at him in confusion, not sure where the second comment came from. did you let something slip again in the heat of the moment? did he pay attention to your instagram story that was indirecting him?

whatever wonbin meant, it was long forgotten when he leaned into you to kiss you again. it was sick how good he was at kissing, even more sick that passionate kisses meant nothing to him. someone should only kiss their lovers the way wonbin was kissing you. he was so gentle pressing his open mouth against yours, pressing his tongue against yours so gently. you have never been kissed this way you’re entire life, it was twisted that wonbin expected you to not catch feelings by the way he carefully touched your face and didn’t pull away from you until you lost your breath.

he was rotten for treating you like glass. when you had sex with other men, they would tear off your clothes impatiently to fuck you as soon as possible, but wonbin always took his time. he would pull down the waistband of your sweatpants while still kissing you, all you had to do was lift your hips. he never took off your panties with your pants either, always giving your under garments extra care. he knew how to take off your bra with one hand and shimmy you out of your panties with the other, pulling away from your lips to sigh contently when you were completely naked for him.

“so gorgeous.” wonbin said, almost like he couldn’t believe it.

wonbin guided your body to straddle his hips, letting your pussy rest on his hard dick. he enjoyed this part the most, being able to feel how wet you were without being inside. he liked how shy you got sitting on top of him, swiveling your hips to spread your slick on his shaft. wonbin liked that you were just as dirty as he was and that you were able to adapt to what he wanted so quickly. he looked down to where you two were almost connected then looked up to you. wonbin liked the glint you had in your eyes, like you were waiting for him to say something.

“wanna ride me?” wonbin asked.

you nodded and lifted your hips up. wonbin maintained eye contact as he grabbed his tip and used the knuckle of his finger to rub down your folds, until he found your entrance. he let go of his dick and his hands found your hips. wonbin looked to you, waiting for you to give him permission to slowly pull you down to him. but you took matters into your own hands, sliding your body down his shaft slowly.

wonbin couldn’t stop his moan from coming out, and you could only look down at his face for a moment before feeling heat creep on your face. you let out a tiny moan and collapsed your body down to tuck your face into wonbin’s neck. you also gave up trying to ride him, making him thurst up into you.

“so cute.” wonbin said breathlessly.

he pressed your lips to his absentmindedly while he continued to fuck up into you. you don’t know why wonbin kept craning his neck awkwardly to see your face that rested on his shoulder. you don’t know why he was making himself uncomfortable just to see your face contort in pleasure. you had spent so many other times having sex with wonbin while your face stayed buried in his neck. this was to personal, especially when he used his hand that was holding your ass down to tilt your head up. it felt like wonbin’s blown out eyes were looking straight into your soul, watching you be consumed by him completely.

seeing wonbin so enthralled by you was what brought you to your peak. your moans pierced through your throat, and wonbin finally let you go to your safe place in his neck. while your body went stiff from pleasure, his slow speed increased significantly. the sound of his skin slapping against yours filled the room and your hands on his shoulder dug into his skin for stability. he was awful for letting the pain from your nails only spur him on. he didn’t stop while you clenched around him uncontrollably, or when your moans turned into babbles and cries. wonbin wrapped an arm around you and held you close, still thrusting up into you.

“take it baby—fuckkkkk.” wonbin groaned.

you could feel the sudden heat inside of you and wonbin pulling you even closer. his hips stilled and you milked him, both of you basking in the heat and electricity of the moment. it was you pulling away from wonbin now, looking into his face that he pressed against the pillows. you raised your hips up before gliding back down, feeling white molten lava seeping out of you. wonbin got whiny almost immediately, wincing from the overstimulation and the feeling of you still seizing around him. you loved this part the most, seeing him completely at your mercy. you basked in the thought of his other girls walking in and seeing you two like this. like you were the dominant one, the one cooing at him that it’s okay. but you were reminded who called the shots when wonbin used his strength to still your hips and pull himself of of you. 

you rolled off of him and caught your breath, wonbin did the same but took significantly longer than usual. the next time you inevitably end up on top of him you’ll have to do the same thing again.

while wonbin composed himself you walked to the bathroom and peed, cleaning up the wet patch on your thighs when wonbin pulled out. the worst part was after everything when you were in the bathroom alone, contemplating if your relationship with wonbin had changed. fuck buddies didn’t fuck like that you would always think to yourself. but then wonbin would come in and have that same smug look from the party. you were reminded who you were and who wonbin was and what your relationship was. it was painful, but it was necessary. you got up from the toilet wordlessly and flushed so wonbin could do the same.

you go back to his room to put your clothes on and head for the door. you’re sure wonbin would come out of the bathroom and not spare a second thought about the empty space on his bed. it was for the better. you decided in that moment you would leave his apartment and never come back—this time you were serious. maybe you would make something of your day tomorrow to celebrate your freedom. you thought that rotting in your bed and regretting your decision about wonbin seemed way more appealing than going on a walk or watching a movie. when you turned the doorknob to get out you heard wonbin’s sink turn off and the sound of him speed walking through his apartment.

you looked at the wonbin, eyes flitting to his marked neck and bed head. he still had sleep in his eyes when he took your head in his hands. you gave into him completely as he bent your head down. he pressed his warm lips to your forehead. it caught you by surprise the sudden affection. it kept you frozen in place as he pinched your cheeks, smiling as he opened the door.

“happy valentines day.” wonbin said while opening the door fully.

you are frozen at his door as he kisses your knuckles. you had forgotten what day it was and that the fourteenth of february was supposed to mean something. you wordlessly walk out his door and wonbin closes it behind you, walking back to his bedroom to go back to sleep.

[kitashousewife]

hii idk if I missed it but did u ever expand on the sakusa perfume ad thought 👀

YES please let me do so (sorry this is so late)

—————

“yes, that’s perfect. right here,” the photographer snaps another shot, clicking sounds echoing through the small set as sakusa lets out an exhale.

really he’s not sure why he agreed to this. some new perfume line contacted the team a few months back, talking about some sort of collaboration to boost each others popularity. a few phone calls later and now, most of the teammates have had their turn behind the camera.

sakusa was last. he really didn’t want to. he was flattered, a little flustered that they thought he would be good for a perfume ad. he’s seen them this whole life, casting movie stars and other famous athletes. the mere fact that he’s now at that level is mind blowing enough.

but now that he sits here, uncomfortably warm and sick of the attention, he’s thinking maybe it isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

until you call him.

you’re in your local grocery store, picking up things for the week after work. thoroughly worn out, you grab a magazine from the racks while in the check out line to pass the time. your fingers flip through aimlessly, completely unaware of the contents of the glossy pages, until you are.

staring back at you is sakusa kiyoomi. head rested in his palm, in a partially unbuttoned black silk shirt, with a bottle of cologne to his lips.

you almost shut the magazine. your body feels warm, your head spins. almost ripping it open again, you stare right back at the photo. his jaw is sharp, and his milky skin glistens behind the shiny bottle. and his eyes, they feel like he’s staring right at you. before you can think twice you’re shoving the tabloid onto the belt, and begin to try to catch your breath.

“hell-“

“kiyoomi,” your voice sounds apprehensive, strained even.

“what? i just got back from practice, i need to sh-“

“we’ve been friends for over ten years and you forgot to tell me that you were in a fucking cologne ad?”

sakusa about chokes before he slams the mute button on his phone. he completely forgot, he hadn’t even been told by the marketing team that the ads were out. he feels embarrassed, suddenly worried about everyone in the entire world seeing a completely different side of him than normal.

but he’s also curious.

part of him wished this would happen. while he was staring down the lens of the camera, the thought did cross his mind about how you specifically would react.

he can’t help but find out.

“it slipped my mind i guess, i’ve been busy,” he sets his phone on the kitchen counter. “kinda cool, huh?”

you don’t even know what to say. the most beautiful photo of the prettiest man you’ve ever met is in front of you, and his raspy voice is coming through your phone, making for an incredibly distracting combination.

“you look so irritated,” your voice is quiet. sakusa smirks, only slightly.

“i was. i was there for hours,” his smirk grows for a moment. “i think there’s going to be a short video ad, too.”

you rub your temples. your mind is blank. you’ve always thought sakusa was handsome, but not like this. your tongue feel heavy in your mouth, and you can’t stop staring.

“a-and what do you think of it? what did your mom say?”

sakusa shorts at the desperate conversation change attempt. “she had a fit, you know how she is.”

the thought of how could she not crosses your mind, and thankfully you don’t say it out loud.

“well, it’s really something. congrats, omi,”

sakusa smiles. “thanks,” he can hear you sigh on the other end. “everything okay over there?”

no. “y-yeah, yeah, just fine,” you shut the magazine and toss it onto the coffee table.

“staring at my picture?”

“n-no!” you’re quick, and sakusa laughs.

“miss me that much? jeez, want me to come sign it for you too?”

you pause. he laughs out loud. “shut up, omi,” you groan. “i’ll see you friday anyway, for motoya’s dinner,”

“okay, see you then.”

he hangs up, and he can’t help but snicker to himself. he can’t wait to see you on friday now. and, he even has the shirt from the shoot.

he decides he’s going to wear it, just for you.

[hannyoontify]

how your relationship with seventeen was revealed

warnings | reader wears nail art for minghao's part

notes | reader is also an idol, kinda unrealistic in some parts but whatever js let me have this one LMAO, not proofread

seungcheol – an interview

he thought it was high time to reveal your relationship to the world. after (a lot of) discussing with you and receiving your permission, he mentioned you during an interview for a magazine shoot. the question was smth around the lines of "what do you do when you have a particularly bad day" and cheol casually said "i go to [name] for comfort. they're a really special person to me and always cheer me up whenever i'm feeling down. i'm lucky to have them." with an absolute love sick smile.

safe to say, twitter almost crashed after that interview was released and you confirmed it on a livestream js a couple days later. (both pledis and your company were not happy but fuck them)

jeonghan – your hair color

your company's very big on self-expression when it came to physical appearance, so they never forced a hairstyle / makeup / clothes on you or your members. you were free to dye your hair however you wished, and you mostly kept it natural. until you met jeonghan. a couple months into your relationship with him, jeonghan came up with the idea of matching hair colors. he often had to dye his hair for comebacks, and instead of dying your entire head, he suggested that you would only get a single, visible strand of hair dyed in the same shade. you loved the idea and no one really noticed, not even your own company, until a eagle-eyed carat pointed it out on tiktok. the entire kpop community knew you and jeonghan were close since you both guest mc-ed together before and one of your members were close with seungcheol. and it seemed legit. the entire internet blew up and it even became a trend among couples. your companies both released a statement just a few weeks later, confirming the allegations.

joshua – his podcast w/ vernon

there was a question sector of the podcast he hosted with vernon where carats could submit questions via twitter and he and vernon would answer them. he saw a question that asked about their thoughts on your group's most recent comeback, and vernon managed to sneak in a few praises, complimenting the composition of one of the bsides before shua began a word vomit of praise, specifically for you. he complimented how much you improved since the last comeback and how good you looked in the music video, the teaser photos, the most recent stage, basically everything. he was so busy talking that he didn't notice the massive side-eye vernon was giving him and once he stopped talking, joshua physically slapped a hand over his mouth because oops.

no worries though, you thought it was funny and thought it was high time that the two of you revealed your relationship. joshua got clowned for it a lot though, especially by vernon.

junhui – instagram

the two of you tried your best to time your posts so nothing seems suspicious. for almost a year, your pictures from cat cafe dates to museum dates and late park dates went unnoticed by fans. that is, until your group went to japan recently for a short trip for promotions and jun tagged along since he had no schedules for 2-3 days. you found a cute convenience store during a late night walk with him and took pictures. some on your own, some of only him, and some together. except this time, the two of you forgot to talk beforehand and you both posted the photos on the same night.

your manager scolded you for being so careless, but truth be told he didn't actually care. he thought it was funny and only had a word with you because as your manager, he had to. (he already knew beforehand and thought you guys looked super cute together)

hoshi – seungkwan

you and hoshi were having a movie date night but you guys weren't particularly in the mood to actually watch a movie so the two of you just fucked around the whole night, prank calling different members to see how they would react and watching instagram reels (because hoshi swears by them and thinks they're better than 'that stupid clock app'). (the funniest reaction you got so far was mingyu, who was half asleep when you facetimed him and asked him if his refrigerator was running. when he responded with a groggy 'yes', hoshi said that he better go catch it and mingyu actually dropped his phone to go catch it.) the next victim was seungkwan, who you didn't know was doing a weverse at the same time. when seungkwan received the incoming facetime call from hoshi, he grinned and decided to accept the call by showing the camera his phone screen. what he didn't expect was to see hoshi's arm wrapped around you and his chin tucked onto your chin when he answered the call.

when seungkwan accepted the call, the first thing you saw was a reflection of you and hoshi, and you recognized the familiar flow of comments flying past the unfamiliar phone screen at an incredible speed. you dropped hoshi's phone in sheer panic and glanced over at your boyfriend who looked as equally panicked, his jaw basically reaching the floor. poor seungkwan began fumbling for a random excuse but it was too late now. the cat (tiger) was out of the bag.

wonwoo – via the company

wonwoo never thought there was a point in hiding your relationship from the public. he was with the person he loved and what a few jobless netizens had to say about your relationship wouldn't change that. after a couple months of 'testing the waters' and seeing how far the two of you would commit to the relationship, wonwoo just straight up went to the ceo of pledis and went 'yo i'm dating [name] from [group name] and you can't stop me' (with your permission of course, and you did the same thing) after a lot of discussion with both your ceo's, the companies agreed to simultaneously release a statement to the public about your relationship with wonwoo.

woozi – his lyrics

we all know woozi projects everything that's going on in his life through his song lyrics. yk those posts where people are like "i need someone to break bruno mars' heart again" bc his breakup songs are so good? it's like that. the latest seventeen comeback is FILLED TO THE BRIM with love songs and everyone and their mother is like "what the fuck is going on" because woozi's written love songs before but not like this??? the lyrics seem so much more deeper and personal, and the listener can almost feel woozi's heart and soul being poured into the lyrics and melody. woozi personally denied anything on a weverse live but people caught on once he released a mixtape of a love song and the lyrics contained a physical description of a person that was a little too similar to you.

minghao – books (and nail art)

minghao likes reading books. you like reading books. that doesn't mean you're dating, right? so many people in the world love to read books, that doesn't automatically make you lovers, right? ... right, except you read and post about the same books minghao reads and recommends to carats. even then, that could've been a coincidence, right? you just have similar taste in books.

wrong. you made a silly mistake of saying on a live how all your favorite books were recommended by a super close friend that you held dear to your heart. still, you can just be friends with minghao, right? wrong again because fans noticed that you had matching nail art with minghao's, the signature 8/infinity sign on your nails. there was no point in being in denial any longer.

mingyu – instagram

another silly little mistake. he recently came back from a trip with just you and him, and naturally, he wanted to upload some photos to instagram for his lovely fans to foam at the mouth scream over (he knows the power he holds). he was lying in bed (next to you), ready for bed as he scrolled through chose different photos to upload. what he didn't realize was that he had also clicked on a photo of you and him kissing in the dark, under a streetlight. it was a classic, romantic kiss. his hand was resting on your lower back, your arms wrapped around his neck as he dipped you, your leg held up by his other hand. almost immediately after posting, mingyu set down his phone and went to sleep in your arms.

the next morning, he woke up to about 56 missed calls from his manager, a BUNCH of weverse notifications, and 300+ messages from the seventeen group chat (that came back to life for the first time in almost a month and it wasn't js seungcheol talking to himself)

dokyeom – weverse live

dokyeom is surprisingly not shy when it comes to his relationship with you. after a few serious discussions, the two of you ventured out to the streets of seoul in broad daylight, your hand tightly entwined in his own, but no tabloid or news outlet seemed to catch whiff of it. dokyeom was frustrated because he wanted to show you off to the world, tell everyone that he was yours and you were his, but no one was bothering to expose it. so he decided to take this matter into his own hands. after receiving permission from both companies, he started a weverse live–with you. the two of you sat side by side, awkwardly waiting for more and more viewers to enter the livestream. obviously the entire internet went insane when dokyeom held his hand in yours and said with a proud smile that the two of you were dating and would appreciate all the love and support. and the internet officially lost it when he pressed a kiss to your cheek, which made you blush intensely.

it was cute, and even his manager–who was sitting behind the phone–was smiling as he watched the two of you together.

seungkwan – an entertainment show

similar to joshua. a couple members from your group were guests on a show that seungkwan was a regular cast of to promote your upcoming comeback, and of course they already knew that you were dating him. before the recording, they were teasing him (they're all already very close) and kept mentioning your name, which made seungkwan turn into a bright red tomato. during the recording, when it was time to promote your group's most recent comeback, your group members stood in the center of the room and gave a little sneak peek to the choreo of the title track, which seungkwan followed to with on the side (people didn't notice this until the airing of that episode–and an fyi, this was before their official comeback). and when the time came to the talk about the production process, seungkwan immediately began to ramble about how much you improved on your live singing and how proud he was of you. he also talked about how you talked to him about how much you struggled with the change of concept and how you pushed through those hard trials. he also couldn't forget about how good you looked and how the concept change looked really good on you and the new makeup look accentuated your eye color. at the end of his very long speech, seungkwan realized what he just did and sank into his chair with his bright red face buried into his hands.

vernon – vernon being vernon

vernon did a vernon and randomly revealed it on a weverse live, almost giving his poor manager a heart attack. he was reading through the comments when he randomly said 'by the way, i'm dating [name] from [group name]' HIS POOR MANAGER. HAD A MINI HEART ATTACK BEFORE TURNING OFF THE LIVE IN A PANIC. the following day, pledis released a statement, confirming vernon's impromptu confession.

dino – dispatch

my poor boy was the only one who fell victim to dispatch 😭 he was so careful not to get caught because he didn't want you to receive any backlash. specifically went on dates later in the day so the two of you wouldn't be as easily recognized, trying to stay home as much as possible, covering up as much as you both could. but eventually, dispatch caught the two of you hugging at the entrance of the hybe building at 11 pm. first, weird. why were they watching you guys at 11 pm. second, seungcheol was so relieved that the secret was finally out because he was running out of excuses as to why dino was almost never at home anymore.

reblogs and feedback is always appreciated ^-^

[meeludrawz]

hello! I seen some of ur writing and it’s GREAT! could you maybe write an Izuku x Reader one?? Maybe a movie night.

A/N: Of course I can!! <3 I loved doing this one!

Movie Night - Izuku Midoriya x Reader

"Hey baby?" Izuku's head popped in the entrance of your shared bedroom.

"Hm?" You looked up from your book.

He walked in with a bright smile, now that he fully had your attention.

"I've been thinking-"

You interrupted him with a raised eyebrow. "Something wrong?" He shook his hands in a defensive way. "Ah- No no no! Nothing's wrong! Everything is perfect- I mean.." He scratched the back of his head. You frowned a bit, something was definitely wrong but you let him continue. "I just thought that now I'm a pro hero.. I- Just have less time with you and I've felt bad about that"

Your expression softened. "Izuku.. We've already talked about this, I don't mind. As song as you still come back home safe"

"I know, I know, it's not that, I just-" He sighed, chuckled, then reached out his hand for you. "I can't find my words, I've never been really good at.. Being 'cheesy'.. I mean, talking romantically, like flirting and all-"

You grabbed his hand and giggled. "You were trying to flirt?"

"No! I mean! Maybe?" His freckled face was red even though he gave you a little smirk. "Come, I wanna show you something!"

He dragged you downstairs to the living room. Your house was kinda big for just the two of you but he was a pro now and he had lots of money. He never cared about it, but maybe he had bought that big house because he was planning on having a family? There were some unused rooms, but even if your theory was right-

Your thoughts were interrupted when you walked in the living room. The curtains were all closed, a blanket fort was put in front of the tv, pillows, snacks, fairy lights- It was a literal tiny paradise.

Izuku smiled brightly at you. "Do you.. Remember the last time we did that?"

You smiled as brightly even though a pinch of nostalgia hit you. "Of course, we were at UA, you had a broken arm and recovery girl had to use her quirk multiple times to fully heal you"

You two, back in UA, had scheduled a date but with his injury.. You had to report it to later and you had both been very disappointed. But before he could get his second appointment with the lady, you had snuck into his bedroom and made him a blanket fort. So your date had been saved! And he had cried, of course, but hey, you cried a bit too.

Since then, even if it hadn't been so long since you graduated, you two were inseparable.

He smiled again, glad that you remembered your first date with him. "I've grabbed our favourite snacks and movies" He crawled into the blanket fort and plopped down, lying on his side. Izuku then reached his hand out and you gladly took it before crawling into the fort too.

You snuggled your back against his chest and he wrapped a blanket around the both of you.

After choosing a movie, you just watched him for a couple of minutes. He was just so pretty. His eyes.. His hair.. His freckles.. Honestly, no one was better than him as a boyfriend. He had the best heart a human could have and it was all yours.

You gave him a quick peck on his cheek. His face flushed red out of surprise, as you had taken him off guard.

Deku looked at you, confused a little but he quickly pulled you, no, imprisoned you against his chest and flooded you with a shower of kisses on every part, that he could reach, of your body.

Right now, nothing mattered. The end of the world could happen and you wouldn't care at all, because he loved you and you loved him.

Even if you forgot to actually watch the movie.

[zoe-is-amazingg]

Why Can't You Stop Part 2 (NSFW)

Sociopath!Ethan Landry X Innocent!F!reader

W/C - 1.5 K

Summary - You've started to notice some recent chnges in Ethans behavior towards you and he can't help but watch you from afar.

Warnings - Making out, kinda foreplay but like nothing happens, fluff, kinda smut, angst, stalking, perv ethan, inno but kinda bimbo y/n, blood and gore, underage drinking, mentions of stalking

A/N - I'm open to requests guys!

*first part

*last partt (COMING SOON)

You couldn't deny it, ever since that moment on your porch with Ethan, everything has been awkward, well for you anyways. Ethan hasn't said a word and it's been three weeks since everything happened. You wanted him to talk to you about it.

"Y/N, what's up? you've been awfully quiet today." Tara notes, everyone at the dinner table then looks at you, all the conversation in the dining room coming to a complete stop. You hated how he was just sitting there and having a conversation with anyone but you.

"Nothing, it's just...there's someone on this table who won't even fucking talk to me, and I don't know what the hell I did!" You half yell. Ethan's eyes go wide in shock as he squirms in his chair. You get up and sigh. "I'm tired, I'm going home, bye guys."

"Oh, bye..." Mindy trails off, as you start to leave and start to close the door, someone's doc martins stop the door from fully closing. "Ethan, please, just leave me be." You say and he chuckles.

"You know I could never do that." He says in a dark tone as he starts to walk with you. "Look, about me not taking to you...you're a distraction Y/N, a big one and there's some big shit going on and I can't date you, it'll get in the way of everything."

"You could've told me that two or possibly one week ago, but now! I thought I did something wrong! I thought I fucked up and you hated me! But no, it's because your too worried about some big thing you have going on!" You rant, you didn't even care how selfish that sounded to yourself. He should've told you.

"Look, I know, but let me walk you home." He asks and you nod. You were terrified of New York streets at night, all the alley ways and homeless people who your parents taught you that they'll kidnap you if you're walking on the streets alone at night. Horrible plan really, now your terrified of them in general.

The rest of the walk to your little apartment is silent, until you get to the door. "Shit, I forgot my keys and Chad is staying over at Sam's, can I chill here?" Ethan asks. You slightly grimace at the idea of him staying over. You don't want him to kiss you and never talk to you for ages again. You nod your head and open the door.

Why couldn't Ethan just stay over at Sam's as well? "I was probably just going to watch a movie, if you wanted to join, you could...if you wanted too." You say to Ethan as you shift on your feet, the tension thickening in the air.

"Yeah, sure! Thanks for the offer." Ethan smiles and you smile awkwardly. As you both get settled in on the couch, you play a random movie as you both are on the other ends of the couch, furthest away from each other. "Look, Y/N, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have ghosted you and I certainly should've talked to you."

You sigh a little and he moves closer to you on the couch and grabs your hand. He slowly starts to caress the back of your head with his thumb lightly. "You really should've." You squeak. He pouts a little and then shifts his position so he's facing you directly. He then moves his hand up to your cheek, watching you carefully. Unwantedly, butterflies flutter in your stomach making you regret everything about this decision. His face slowly leans in and closes the gap of space between you both and his lips meet yours.

You kiss him back and let the pleasure take over you. He cups the back of your neck, and he slides his tongue across your bottom lip, slowly but surely, earning a light moan from you. You were going insane, he touches you, treats you like a precious piece of stone and then degrades you when he feels like it. And some reason why, you lusted for it, every bit of attention he could give you wanted. As he lightly pulls of his shirt and then starts to unbutton yours, you grab his neck and kiss his jawline.

As your shirt is fully of your body, Tara slams the door open with Chad, Mindy and Anika and she screams "Party time Y/N! Shit- Sorry did I interrupt something?" You and Ethan scurry off each other and just like that, his other side hides away again. You weren't ready for the next moments of the day.

You got ready in your room with Tara and Mindy, Anika was getting snacks in your kitchen. "So, are we going to talk about the elephant in the room?" Mindy says. "Yeah, Ethan's boner." Tara laughs and I stare at her wide eyed. Mindy laughs a little. "When? When did this start? We need details"

"I don't know, a couple weeks ago he came to my apartment and we kissed." You shrug. Mindy looks shocked and Tara looks confused. "Wait- virgin, shy, would never kiss a girl, Ethan?" Mindy asks and I nod. "But he wasn't like that, he was brave, endearing and kind of psychotic."

"That's crazy." Anika says, walking in with a bowl of chips. "No, cause like he doesn't seem like that kind of guy." You smile a little and nod. "He really doesn't." You smile.

You all arrive to the party, everything becoming a blur as a red cup gets placed in your hands and quickly gets switched out for a new one once you've finished.

After a while, you start to notice a blonde guy in the corner, taking a slow interest in you, staring at you, biting his lip when he looks at you and he slowly starts to walk his way over. "Hey, wanna dance?" The guy asks, you shake your head, having a slight feeling that you know how this is going to pan out.

"No thank you, I'm just going to stand here and wait for my boyfriend." You lie, it wasn't a full lie, you were waiting for Ethan, and you wanted to talk to him about what you guys were. Someone's hands crawl around your waist and a pair of lips attach to your neck.

"Hey babyy." Ethan slurs from behind you, "Please don't give my girlfriend anymore trouble bro, or tomorrow morning there'll be an ice pack on your face." The guy puts his hands up in the air defenselessly and walks away. You giggle lightly and turn around and you wrap your arms around Ethan's neck. Your lips meet with Ethan's and you couldn't contain yourself to a slight moan as the alcohol or your reaction to all this fizzles in the pit of your stomach.

You smile as you pull away and smirk, "Want to ditch and go back to my place?" He asks and you shake your head. "Nope, I'm here for Tara and the girls, I am here for them." "Then, meet me up in the first bedroom in ten minutes, there will be a great surprise for you." He winks as he pulls away from you and walks up the stairs.

After about ten minutes of finishing two drinks, you start to walk up the stairs, you also start to realize that you haven't seen the blonde guy ever since that thing between him and Ethan. You open the door to the first bathroom and your eyes open wide in shock.

The blonde was there, you close the door as blood was everywhere, his body was teared apart, and he was eating his own eyes as trails of blood flowed down his face and you can't help but scream. There ghost face was in all his glory and as the mask was removed, you gasp.

The curly haired boy you had just kissed was behind the mask. "E-Ethan, why?" You ask, terrified of all the possibilities of what could happen to you. The knife was still in his hands, and it was same one from that night on the porch, people died that night as well from an infamous ghost face killer.

"Well, baby, let me start from the start." He half slurs. He walks around you and starts playing with strands of your hair. You flinch at him touching you. "When I saw you for the first time, I knew you were the one for me baby, I started watching you, stealing things of yours, then my, what you call them, my co-workers were going on about killing you and we just couldn't have that, you mean way too much to me."

He then places kisses on your neck and traces the knife across your cheek, blood spreading from the blonde that was in front of you. "So, I killed them, it wasn't a part of the plan, baby. But I knew you'd be safe. You're just so trusting and it's sad to see people hit on you and you just fucking stand there, so I killed all of them, it really helped me get rid of my anger."

You sob as you see the dead person in front of you. "Why would you kill people for me?" You ask and Ethan chuckles. "Because...baby...you're like a drug."

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[jjunieworld]

20. icarus ⸝ ˚⋆

↳ mostly written, some texts. word count: 8.6k (warning: there will be some suggestive acts in this chapter, but not smut.)

you and your friends were at the cafe figuring out your backup plan. the thought of your friends going through all this trouble just to make sure you had a good birthday really warmed your heart. you couldn’t have asked for better friends.

currently, your boyfriend wasn’t present for the plan, nor was the plan mentioned in the groupchat he was a part of. you suspected this was purposeful. ever since sakura announced she was throwing a birthday party for you, yeonjun has been more cautious than ever around soobin. in fact, all of your friends were. recent hangouts didn’t outright exclude him, but they made no effort to include him either. your heart broke at this. you didn’t want the people you love most to be part of two separate worlds.

yunjin brought a notebook along with her that she was writing the entire plan down. so far it filled almost two whole pages. yeonjun reached across the table and took it from her.

“so the main plan,” yeonjun said as he picked up the highlighter, “is that if we don’t go to the party, we go to the beach and do our usual birthday celebrations. and then after we have a big movie night at my apartment.” he highlighted the main plan as he spoke. the notebook honestly looked chaotic. there were little bullet point ideas written everywhere, some crossed out, some highlighted. ‘MAIN PLAN’ was written in big bold letters at the top of one of the pages along with ‘BACKUP PLAN’ written for the instance things go wrong.

“and here’s the main backup plans that we have in case something goes wrong,” yunjin continued. “for example, a change of clothes in case cake gets thrown on y/n along with makeup and hair supplies, our own bottle of alcohol in case the one there is spiked with something, and since we plan on walking home again since we’ll most likely be drunk, jackets.”

“oh and one of us will stay sober that way at least one of us is alert!” jake added. “i’ll stay sober,” kai said, “i’m too nervous about all of this to even think of drinking.” you gave him a side hug as you gave him a comforting smile.

a lot of the backup plan was excessive, a bunch of what ifs that all of you knew most likely weren’t ever gonna happen, such as the spiking of drinks, but it didn’t hurt to be prepared. you struggled to wrap your mind around the whole thing.

“won't people think we’re a little weird if we go in wearing bookbags and shit?” you asked. you didn’t think you could really leave the bags anywhere either without the fear of someone taking them. and you really didn’t want to have one of your friends sitting guard the whole night.

jake waved a hand, “we can stash them somewhere outside the house. everyone’s gonna be drunk, they aren’t even gonna notice.” you guess he was right. you took a deep breath. honestly, all of this is making you not want to even go. but you had to at least give it a chance. give soobin’s friends a chance.

“even if we did wear them inside, people already think we’re weird so who cares,” said yunjin. you all nodded at that.

“guys… we’re missing a key point…” you said. they all turned to you, puzzled looks on their face. you saw yeonjun’s eyes scan the notebook again. “what about soobin? where does he fit into all of this? even if we did just leave the party, what would i even say to him? does he come with us?”

at your last question, they all looked around the table. “damn… i kinda forgot about him,” you heard jake mutter under his breath.

yeonjun looked at you, “do you want him to join us?” you shrugged a little. “if you guys don’t want him there then i don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“it’s your birthday, y/n,” kai said. “it doesn’t matter if we don’t want him there. it matters if you do or not.” murmurs of agreement sounded off around the table.

you looked down to your hands, “i mean, i would like him there. he is my boyfriend. but still…” yunjin wrapped her arms around you. “then it’s settled!”

the new plan was that soobin really didn’t even need to know about the backup plan. again, it was just precautions that probably wouldn’t even happen. as for where he fits in with the main plan, if we decided to leave or not go at all, then you would just tell him to meet you at the beach instead. he joins in with the usual birthday celebrations and follows us back to yeonjun’s place.

“alright then!” yeonjun exclaimed as he closed the notebook. he stood and we all followed suit. “is everyone well versed with the plans?” we all nodded and yeonjun nodded in satisfaction.

“tomorrow is the party,” kai started, “which means that today will be spent with all of us choosing outfits.” he took your hands in his.

“especially the birthday girl! now, i already have the most amazing outfit picked out so unfortunately you will look second best on your birthday, but that’s okay! at least it’s still second!” you laughed as kai wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

“we gotta have you looking sexy!” yunjin squealed a little. “we want not only soobin all over you, but everyone else there too!”

you stopped in your tracks a little, “uh, i don’t know about—“

“you’re gonna look so good, the whole house is gonna want to get with you for a night!”

today was the day. it was your birthday, and you were another year older. the thought filled you with brief dread, but you tried not to focus on that.

your phone was blown up with a bunch of happy birthday messages and your heart couldn’t help but feel full. even though your friends posted embarrassing pictures of you on social media.

it was bright and early in the morning, and thankfully you didn’t have any classes today. your phone began to ring. you checked the caller id to see that it was your boyfriend, soobin.

“hello?” you answered.

“happy birthday, baby,” soobin replied.

a smile immediately broke out on your face. you held in the urge to giggle as you laid back down on your bed. “thank you! how did you even know i was awake?”

you heard him laugh through the phone. “i figured you wouldn’t be able to sleep that well.” he was right. you were tossing and turning all night. you looked to your side and were thankful that your roommate had basically moved out already.

“i wanna do something with you before the party,” soobin continued. “just you and i.” your smile widened and you nodded even though he couldn’t see it.

“okay! come over right now!”

it didn’t take long at all for soobin to get to your dorm room. it felt like he was honestly waiting at your door with how fast he arrived. he told you he was at taehyun’s dorm since he was helping him study for exams.

“he said happy birthday by the way,” soobin said, referring to taehyun. soobin was still in his pajamas too and he looked like he had just gotten up as well.

“tell him i said thank you!” you replied. “you look like you just woke up.” he laughed a little as he laid down on your bed.

“i’ve been basically up all night hammering these notes into my head.” he covered himself with your covers and closed his eyes. you sat on the edge of the bed next to him.

“don’t fall asleep, soobin! you said you were here for me!” you pouted a little. his arms sprang out from the covers and wrapped around you, pulling you down. you were now literally laying on top of him.

“there, that’s better,” he said. you started giggling, which was ultimately muffled by the covers. you turned your head to the side and stared at his profile. you were basically laying like a stick.

“this is very uncomfortable,” you smiled. his hands traveled down your body until he was at your legs. he moved them so that you were now straddling him. you sat up and looked down at him.

“this was your plan all along, wasn’t it?” you asked. it was like your words went in one ear and out the other as he just stared up at you. you felt his hands at your hips.

you snapped a finger in his face. “earth to soobin?”

he blinked a couple of times before a smile slowly spread on his face. “i’m sorry, but you cannot be looking down on me like this.” you rolled your eyes as you laid down on his chest.

“so what did you want to do?” you asked. you felt him shrug as his hands laid on your back, rubbing small circles on it. “i just wanted to be with you.”

“and sleep with me apparently,” you said as you looked at his closed eyes. they immediately flew open and he looked over at you. you sighed and rolled your eyes again. “sleep as in sleeping, not as in sex.”

he smirked a little and adjusted the two of you slightly so he could see you better. “i mean… it could be both if you want it to be.”

you didn’t even give him an answer, just laughed a little and turned your head to the other side.

he rolled you until you were laying beside him. “i’m content with just sleeping with you.” you intertwined your hand with his and you gazed at him. smiling, you gave him a soft kiss.

“i don’t think i’d be able to sleep right now even if i tried. but if you’re tired then be my guest, the plans don’t start until way later today.”

soobin pulled you close and put his chin on the top of your head. “mmm… if you’re not sleeping then i’m not either. i want as much time with you today that i can get.” you giggled at that.

a comfortable silence fell between the two of you. you were wide awake listening to soobin’s breathing and his heartbeat. you were sure that he fell asleep.

“i love you, soobin,” you said quietly, a small smile on your face. his hold on you tightened and you tensed a little. you were so sure he was asleep.

“i love you, y/n.”

you looked up and he moved his head so that your foreheads were touching. “you do?” you sheepishly asked. soobin chuckled.

“of course i do.”

he brought his lips to yours. it began soft, but with the heightened emotions and adrenaline running through both of your veins, it didn’t take long before it started to get heated.

you ran your hand through his hair to get it out of his face, lightly gripping the ends and causing his head to tilt back slightly. soobin broke away, about to say something, but you chased his lips hungrily.

he turned onto his back, taking you with him by the hips so you were straddling him again. the covers were tangled in between your bodies. your skin felt like it was on fire and your heart felt like it was gonna combust.

“y/n…” soobin said between kisses. you mumbled a reply, not bothering to take your lips off his. you put your hands flat on his chest and rocked your hips a little.

“y/n…” he said again, and pulled back slightly. you sat up a little, trying to catch your breath. “yeah?”

“are you sure about this?” he asked. “you know i was just kidding earlier. we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

you sat back fully. “i want to. i’m sure,” you replied. you went to lean in again but he stopped you.

“are you sure sure? i don’t want to make you uncomfortable. and if i hurt you in any way make sure you let me know and we can stop.”

you laughed at how worried he was. “i am one hundred percent completely sure i want to do this. i promise you.” you kissed him deeply again and he brought his hands to your hips and began guiding them. you softly moaned in satisfaction.

he then suddenly pulled away.

soobin smiled up at you. in one swift motion you were suddenly under him. you let out a small squeal at the sudden change. he smirked a little, put his lips to your ear, and in a low voice said, “happy birthday, baby.”

soobin then took off his shirt and brought his lips back down onto yours.

you were asleep across soobin’s chest when you were awoken by your phone absolutely blowing up. you checked the time and saw that it was around 5:30 in the afternoon now. the room was dark as the sun began to set.

the light of your phone blinded you as you got an incoming call. you squinted your eyes and began clicking around on the screen until it answered. you put the phone to your ear and let out a groggy “hello?”

“what the fuck!?” yelled yunjin’s voice. it was a facetime call and not a regular one. you quickly moved the phone away from your ear as it started ringing and angled it towards your face. you mumbled a response to yunjin.

“are you naked right now?” yunjin yelled even louder. this woke up soobin and he sat up next to you, sleepily looking at the phone.

“oh my god, so it wasn’t a prank,” yunjin gasped. the camera shook as she began to move and suddenly all your friends were on the screen. you groaned.

“this is so ridiculous,” you muttered.

“let’s hope she can walk well later tonight for this party,” jake said and the group laughed. you heard soobin laugh beside you and you pushed him away. it only caused him to laugh harder.

“goodbye!” you said as your cheeks heated. you didn’t listen to what they began to say as you ended the call. you ran a hand over your face and laid back, throwing the phone to your side.

soobin reached over and grabbed it. he began looking through all the notifications from your friends, laughing at some.

“i don’t think you want to open the group chat for a while…” soobin said, smiling as he looked over at you. you let out a loud and dramatic sigh. soobin laughed as he sat your phone back on the bedside table. he laid back down and pulled you to his chest.

“let’s just stay like this,” he then said.

you chuckled, “nice try. if we stay like this we’ll fall back asleep. and i need to take a shower.” you then tried to get up but his arms locked tighter around you.

“come on, stay in bed with me.” you laughed and shook your head. it was his turn to let out a loud and dramatic sigh as you sat up.

you watched as soobin’s eyes trailed down your body. gasping, you wrapped the blankets around you.

“how dare you look at me like way!” you say playfully. he smiled and sat up, placing kisses all over your cheeks.

“let’s go then!” soobin said as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. you looked at him, confused.

“go where…?”

“to shower, duh!” he replied. you let out a shocked laugh and shook your head.

“absolutely not!”

soobin turned to look back at you. “it’ll be faster, come on! don’t be shy! i literally just saw you naked.” the corner of his mouth tilted up and you pushed him a little.

“that’s different!”

“how?!”

you hesitated. you didn’t really know how it was different, but it just was! sex and showering together were two very different things! besides… the dorm showers were not the place to be showering together. granted, your dorm did luckily have its own bathroom.

“but the dorm—“

soobin swiftly cut you off. “exactly, not different at all. let’s go!” he tugged at your hand and you sighed as you got up, a small smile playing on your lips.

you and soobin met up with your friends around 8pm at yeonjun’s apartment. as soon as you stepped through the door, there were a loud chorus of cheers. your cheeks were immediately hot and you turned and buried your face in soobin’s jacket. you felt his chest vibrate as he laid a hand on the back of your head.

you turned and looked at them from over your shoulder. “i hate you guys so much.”

yunjin came up to you and took you from soobin’s arms. “someone’s glowing!” you rolled your eyes. you had a feeling that they were gonna come out of your head with how much you’ll probably be doing that today.

“steady now!” you heard jake say. you told him to fuck off.

yunjin took you away from the group, who were lounging at the table with some snacks, and took you into the bathroom. she locked the door behind her and turned back to you with the biggest smile on her face. “tell me everything!”

you hid your face in your hands, but began recalling the events. from soobin’s call, to him coming over, and to when she called. her hand was over her mouth hiding a wide grin.

“i’m surprised it was only one time!” she said after you were finished. you looked to the floor and said nothing. she gasped.

“twice?” you looked up to the ceiling, your lip between your teeth.

“no fucking way… three times?!” she practically yelled. you had to quickly smack a hand over her mouth. you were praying that the others didn’t hear.

you hid your face in your hands again as you sat on the edge of the tub.

“where??” her eyes were wide and she practically was shaking you for the answer.

“well the bed, obviously…” you started. “and the shower after… and in the car on the way here…” you muttered the second part. “damn!” yunjin said and then squealed. you wished you could sink down into the drain.

“i don’t know what’s gotten into me, i literally couldn’t keep my hands off him!” yunjin broke into a laugh.

“well, i know what’s gotten into you…” your mouth fell open and you smacked her arm. her laugh grew louder. “shut the fuck up! it’s not funny!”

you left the bathroom with yunjin, your hands covering your heated face as you went back to the living area

you heard murmurs grow and you quickly said, “if anyone else says something to me you will be dead in a ditch!” you then heard soobin’s laugh as he gently moved your hands away from your face.

“look at her cheeks!” kai said. you quickly shot him a fierce glare and he busted out laughing. you wrapped your arms around soobin and put your face into his shirt. “go to hell,” you said, muffled.

“let’s have her blow out her candles,” yeonjun announced, stifling a laugh.

you pulled away from soobin and ran your hands over your face before sighing dramatically.

yeonjun pulled out a cupcake from the box he had on the kitchen counter. he then pulled out a pack of numbered candles and put some on the cupcake. you sat at the table and yeonjun sat the cupcake in front of you and lit it. the others crowded around you as they began to sing happy birthday to you.

“make a wish!” jake said.

you thought it over for a moment. you had everything you could ever wish for right here in this room with you. what more could you ask for? then it occurred to you… you wish your life could be like this forever. surrounded by the people you love most in this world, and knowing they love you back just as much, if not more.

you barely got to blow out the candles before everyone began to cheer. soobin leaned down next to you.

“i love you, happy birthday.” he whispered in your ear and then gave you a kiss on the cheek.

hueningkai pulled you to your feet. “let’s sing!”

instead of going to a karaoke place, you and your friends found it much more fun to just put the songs on youtube and sing along in the comfort of your own spaces.

you moved to the couch as yeonjun set his tv up. yunjin snatched the remote from him and put on bubblegum bitch by marina and the diamonds.

yunjin handed you another remote and you stood up as she pressed play. she held the remote to her mouth as the song started playing. you’ve sung this song together so many times before that you each have your own designated parts.

i’ve got a figure like a pin-up, got a figure like a doll. don’t care if you think i’m dumb. i don’t care at all. candy bear, sweetie pie, i wanna be adored. i’m the girl you’d die for.

she took your hand as she spun around the living room. jake and kai moved the table out of the way so you’d have more space.

the rest of the group sat on the couch. you turned to them as your part came up.

i’ll chew you up and i’ll spit you out. cause that’s what young love is all about. so pull me closer…

you leaned down and took soobin lightly by the shirt. you then gave him a quick peck on the lips.

…and kiss me hard. i’m gonna pop your bubblegum heart!

you pulled away and went to yunjin and stood back to back as you both got ready to sing the next part together.

i’m miss sugar pink, liquor, liquor, lips. hit me with your sweet love, steal me with a kiss. i’m miss sugar pink, liquor, liquor, lips. i’m gonna be your bubblegum bitch.

you and yunjin then started the dance you rehearsed.

the others ‘ooh’ed and clapped a little. yunjin stood off to the side and began to walk to the center of the living room as she sang her next part. a finger in the air.

queentex, latex, i’m your wonder maid. life gave me some lemons, so i made some lemonade. soda pop, soda pop, baby, here i come. straight to number one.

you quickly ran up to her, a hopeful expression on your face.

oh, “dear diary”, i met a boy. he made my doll heart light up with joy!

you turned to soobin, making a heart in the air around his face. his cheeks turned red as he smiled and the other laughed.

you turned back to yunjin, trailing your finger down your cheek in lieu of tears.

oh, “dear diary”, we fell apart.

you didn’t even get to get your next part out as the rest of them sang along.

welcome to the life of electra heart!

you and yunjin continued the rest of the song. striking a pose at the end as your friends cheered. you looked at each other and shrugged nonchalantly.

“i know, i know, we’re amazing!” yunjin said as she playfully waved and threw out air kisses.

“we’ll see you next week!” you yelled.

that’s how the hours leading up to your birthday party at sakura’s unfolded. you each taking turns singing songs and doing duets. some were amazing, others were kai and jake singing a duet of wouldn’t change a thing from camp rock 2. you even got soobin to sing.

when it got to be about two hours until the party, you all decided to get ready. yeonjun kept banging on the bathroom door while you and yunjin were doing your makeup to let him in so he could check his reflection.

compared to your outfits from the last party of sakura’s you’ve attended, these outfits were much better. you looked like celebrities about to go on the red carpet.

yunjin made you get dressed in the bathroom so your outfit would be a surprise. as soon as the two of you walked back into the living area, it was so silent you could hear a pin drop. your friends’ and you boyfriend’s mouth hung open. yunjin just smiled and gave you a knowing look.

you all drove back to the dorms for the walk over to sakura’s. soobin was a little curious about the bags you were carrying, but yeonjun just chalked it up to various birthday stuff. you can tell that it confused your boyfriend a little, but he didn’t say anything else about it.

the crowd outside sakura’s house seemed even bigger than the crowd from last time. you were about to stand behind and wait your turn, but one of the security guards waved you and your friends up to him.

the security guard looked directly at soobin. “your friends, sir?”

soobin looked caught off guard for a moment before he said, “ah, yes…” he then pointed to you. “the birthday girl.”

realization showed through on the guard’s face and he opened the gate to let your group through.

the bags ended up getting discretely stuffed in some bushes close to the door. you hoped that you and your friends wouldn’t be too drunk to remember where they are if you needed them.

you kept a small little hand bag on you that mainly held your phone and headphones. your heart thumped in your chest as you grew closer and closer to the door. soobin took your hand and gave you a small comforting smile.

inside, the party was already in full swing. now that you were more familiar with the layout, it didn’t feel as overwhelming. you all circled around each other.

“do you guys wanna get drinks or do you just wanna to go straight upstairs?” soobin yelled to you all over the music. you all voted on drinks. after downing a couple, except for kai who decided to stay sober, you all made your way to the stairs and up to the fourth floor.

you once again bypassed another guard who stepped aside as he saw your group. sakura spotted you all and stood up from the circle of people surrounding her. she made her way over to you.

“y/n you look so lovely! happy birthday!” she air hugged you and then gave you two cheek air kisses. you smiled at her, “thank you so much, sakura!”

she led you all towards the empty couch that she must’ve saved for you and your friends. drinks immediately began getting served to you all.

“i have a cake for you, and then you’ll get your special surprise!” sakura smiled. you returned the smile. “but until they bring the cake out, drink up!”

sakura took a seat back in the center of the half circle of people. the music wasn’t as loud up here as it was on the other floors, so you could speak pretty comfortably. the fourth floor was also bigger, which helped.

you turned to your friends. yeonjun held up a finger from the hand that was holding the glass that was handed out. he took a sip from it and after a moment he nodded that it was good.

you tasted it yourself and was shocked that it was so sweet. it didn’t even taste like alcohol. you were already starting to feel a little tipsy from your other drinks. there was no doubt that this drink was gonna hit you a few minutes from now like a pound of bricks.

yunjin and kai went to where people were dancing and yeonjun and jake scoped out some escape routes. it was just you and soobin alone.

“you alright?” soobin asked. you looked over at him as you took another sip of your drink and nodded.

“yeah, i’m having a good time so far! i wonder what cake sakura got.” soobin stood. “let me see if i can go look, i’ll be right back.”

he pulled out his phone and shook it a little as if to say “text me if you need me.” you gave him a thumbs up as he made his way towards a hallway that led somewhere you couldn’t see.

you scanned your surroundings as you finished your drink. you gave a glance over at sakura to see that she was in her own world. the people around her were laughing at whatever she was telling them.

you decided that you wanted to dance. you began to sit down the glass you were holding on the table but a staff member appeared before you, taking it from you and handing you another. you jumped at their sudden appearance, but thanked them reluctantly.

this time you drank half of the glass and left the other half for later. the first one still hasn’t hit yet and you didn’t want to be so drunk again that you could barely walk. you took the glass with you as you made your way to where people were dancing to look for your friends.

“y/n!” you heard kai shout. you turned towards the direction of his voice and saw him and yunjin waving you over. a couple people told you happy birthday as you made your way over. your cheeks were slightly heated as you reached them.

“this place is like a whole different world,” yunjin said. you nodded in agreement. “i went to sit my other glass down and before i could someone was already putting another in my hand.” their eyebrows raised and shocked smiled appeared on their faces. they looked at each other in disbelief.

the three of you started to dance to the music, which was actually good. you felt a little silly for bringing your headphones now.

you felt hands snake around your waist and someone come up behind you. you quickly turned to see who it was, letting out a sigh of relief when it was just soobin.

you turned back around and continued dancing. he leaned down to your ear. “they wouldn’t let me in, but i did see a glimpse of it. all i saw was white.”

he took the glass from your hand and drank the remaining contents. you turned with a shocked look on your face. “i was gonna drink that!”

soobin looked you up and down with an eyebrow raised and just shook his head. he was laughing but you couldn’t hear it over the music. you realized that you were already starting to sway while trying to stand still. you swayed a little too much and he quickly steadied you.

you smiled up at him sheepishly. you could hear his laugh now as he bent down to press his forehead to yours. “i wasn’t even gone that long! how much did you drink?” you giggled. your brain was too foggy to recall. he shook his head a little as he kissed you.

at some point, yeonjun and jake joined the rest of you on the dance floor. you all danced for a while, got some more drinks—soobin didn’t let you have anymore of whatever was in those glasses—and made your way back to the couch.

you saw soobin’s friends, taehyun, beomgyu, and sunghoon, make their way over to where you all were sitting. they sat on the loveseat diagonal from you.

“happy birthday, y/n!” taehyun said as he sat. you smiled and thanked him. the other two mumbled a happy birthday and you thanked them too.

“so, who’s your friends?” taehyun asked. your eyebrows briefly shot up as you turned to your friends. you began introducing them one by one as you went down the line. yeonjun didn’t even look up at him.

after introducing your friends you said, “and this is taehyun, beomgyu, and sunghoon.” your friends said their hellos while beomgyu and sunghoon waved.

the whole exchange was very awkward. you glanced over to soobin. he put his hand on your back and subtly pulled you closer.

you saw sakura stand as a huge tv got rolled out to the center of the room, along with a table with a cake on it. the cake was in a fancy cake holder, so you couldn’t see what it looked like. someone handed sakura a microphone and she turned it on, giving it a small tap to confirm.

“hi everyone! as you know, this is y/n’s birthday party! can you make some noise for the birthday girl?!” she waved in your direction and suddenly a bright light shined on you, catching you off guard. you tried your best not to let it show as you smiled and waved. you heard the whole house go wild, especially your friends who were next to you.

“now it is time for her cake and her very special surprise! who’s ready?” sakura continued. you clapped a little and smiled for everyone who was watching you, but your heart was thundering in your chest. soobin’s hand moved from your back and gripped your waist.

you glanced over to your friends to see that they were all suddenly as alert as a hawk as the clapped and pretended to smile. their eyes scanned the room, especially the tv and table that got rolled out.

sakura walked over to you and were slightly thankful that the spotlight wasn’t completely on you anymore. even if it was sakura who was next to you. she held out a hand and you took it and stood.

“let’s have her blow out the candles!” sakura cheered. she began to guide you to the tv and table at the center of the room and you could see your friends and soobin following hot on your heels.

once you got to the table, sakura made everyone take a couple steps back so that you were the focus. you could tell this deeply troubled your friends, as they were as close as they could get. you were really nervous now that you might actually get a face full of cake and it would be displayed on the tv or something. suddenly it felt like all the alcohol left your body.

“let’s sing happy birthday on three!” sakura said and then began to count down. once she hit three, you could hear the whole house begin to sing. the microphone must’ve went to the lower floors too. you looked around as they sang, plastering a smile on your face. you were really searching for cameras. thankfully, you saw none, but that only put you at more unease.

“now time for the cake and surprise!” sakura then said. she came up next to you just as the tv switched on. you saw her switch the microphone off. “happy birthday,” she said and she gave you a smile as she grabbed the lid of the cake holder and took it off, handing it to a staff member nearby.

you looked down at the cake. it was completely white with two words in black lettering, ‘LOOK UP’. glancing over to sakura, her head was tilted slightly, a slight smirk on her lips. you did as the cake said and a video began playing.

whoever was taking the video was struggling to hold the camera up. you heard sakura’s voice from the video suddenly. “are you recording this? he’s so drunk, make sure you’re recording this so he can watch it back tomorrow.”

another voice started speaking, it sounded like beomgyu’s. “i’m recording! i’m recording! soobin…” he trailed off. you furrowed your brows.

what is this? and why are they mentioning soobin? your mind raced and you swayed a little. you looked back to him and your friends. soobin was being held back by beomgyu and sunghoon. he was looking at you with wide eyes of horror. your brows furrowed further, security was holding your friends back. you couldn’t hear them well over the video. everyone was now staring at you, some with smiles on their faces.

you turned back to the tv to see that soobin was now on the screen, clearly very drunk. your hands started to shake as your heart fell into your stomach.

—SOOBIN’S POV—

the color drained from soobin’s face as soon as the video started playing and he heard the familiar conversation play out for y/n to see. for everyone to see.

his body began to move towards her before two people harshly grabbed his arms and yanked him back.

“not so fast, pretty boy,” he heard sunghoon say near his ear.

soobin realized too late what this whole thing was. sakura knew, and she decided she wanted to kill two birds with one stone. and she wanted it to hurt. why else would she do this on y/n’s birthday of all days?

soobin pushed and pulled against the two people he thought were his friends, but to no avail. he stared at y/n in horror as the video continued.

when she looked back at him, clearly confused, he felt his heart get ripped out his chest. he could see that she was scared now. soobin, too late, also realized the fact that security was holding back her friends.

“get your fucking hands off of me!” he could hear yunjin shout, but it felt so far away.

he then heard sunghoon’s voice from the screen. “we bet that soobin couldn’t get with the most unpopular girl in school.” then he heard his own idiotic voice sound back at him like a grenade. “how much? how much? i’m not getting with some loser if i’m not getting paid for this shit.”

y/n put a shaky hand to her mouth. he watched through her body language as she began to realize what she was watching. she stood frozen in her spot in front of the cake.

soobin wanted to bang his head repeatedly off the ground. he wanted to rip his own voice box out so that he’d never be able to speak again.

he listened as he and his friends began throwing out numbers until landing on five hundred dollars. and him asking who he would be seducing.

“what’s that one girl’s name? yunjin… her friend?” beomgyu spoke.

no. this could no be happening right now.

“that’s where the real challenge is at! a month… to at least almost get to third base!”

soobin closed his eyes as his world came crashing down around him. “this will be easy. sunghoon, you better get my money ready!” he heard himself say.

sakura then tapped the microphone, causing him to open his eyes. sunghoon and beomgyu let go of him finally. she had a large wad of cash in her hand as she handed it to y/n. y/n turned to her, there were tears in her eyes that were threatening to spill. she didn’t take the money so sakura put it in her hands herself.

“five hundred dollars! don’t worry soobin,” sakura said, turning to him, “it’s all there. promise!”

soobin ran up to y/n. “please, y/n. please listen to me…” his voice cracked as he grabbed her arms which caused her to look up to him.

the money dropped from her hands and spread out all over the floor around them. the tears in y/n’s eyes fell. soobin felt himself crumble completely.

y/n opened her mouth, but no words came out. soobin could understand her perfectly clear. why?

“i… i gave you everything…” y/n managed to say, barely a whisper. she slipped from his arms and ran off towards the stairs.

the music then suddenly cut on as soobin stood there frozen, trying not to let his own tears fall.

“you thought you could have your cake and fucking eat it too?” he heard yunjin’s voice say as her hand landed hard on his cheek. his head flew to the side and he brought his hand up to touch his face. hands harshly grabbed him and turned him.

briefly, soobin saw jake and hueningkai running towards the stairs after y/n. yeonjun was stalking his way towards soobin after talking to them. the deadliest look was on his face.

he was brought back to the scene in front of him as yunjin got in his face. he couldn’t even process what she was saying, he was only thinking about y/n.

soobin will never forget the look in her eyes. the absolute hurt and betrayal in them. the way he watched as her heart broke into a million little pieces. he would do anything to be able explain it all to her. he would do anything to go back to earlier this morning. just the two of them, laying together in comfortable silence in her bed. to when she said she loves him. all of that, gone in an instant. maybe taehyun was right, he was icarus.

a fist connected with his face and he tumbled to the ground. soobin barely saw that it was yeonjun before he got on top of him and started landing punch after punch. soobin let him, he deserved it. he was so numb he didn’t even feel the pain.

yeonjun was pulled off him by security guards and soobin was hauled to his feet. he saw yeonjun shrug them off and wipe his bloodied knuckles on his clothes.

“if i ever see you again, you’re fucking dead.” yeonjun said before walking off with a furious yunjin.

sakura was then in front of him. “don’t say that i never helped you.”

you didn’t know where you were or where you were going. you swayed in the middle of the street as you drank from the bottle of whatever alcohol your friends brought to the party. the tears you shed were long dried the more you drank. it was pitch black outside, the only light guiding your way was from the streetlights every couple meters. you had your headphones on and turned up to the max volume. blue light by mitski was playing through them.

somebody kiss me, i’m going crazy. i’m walking round the house naked, silver in the night.

your phone kept blowing up so you put it on silent. you turned your location off too. you just wanted to be alone. just you and this lonely world.

when you ran, you grabbed the bag with the alcohol and cut through some bushes and then some yards. then went down some various streets and alleys. even if you wanted people to know where you were, you wouldn’t be able to even give them a hint.

a car pulled up beside you. you didn’t even bother to look over or stop walking. you didn’t care. you took another drink from the bottle.

are you that blue light? are you that blue light? are you that blue light? are you…?

the driver’s window rolled down. “y/n?” you couldn’t quite place the voice and you could barely hear them so you decided to look over and take one of your headphones out. taehyun looked at you, a worried expression on his face.

“leave me alone,” you replied. it came out a lot more slurred than you were expecting.

“you’re swaying violently and drinking straight from the bottle in the middle of the road. can you please get in the car?”

you shook your head and almost fell over. “no… you’ll just take me back to him.”

the car stopped and you heard the door open and footsteps run up to you. you kept walking.

“back to who? soobin? what happened in that house?”

you stopped and gave him a fierce glare. it took everything in you not to smash the bottle across his head for asking you such a stupid question. “don’t act like you don’t know what fucking happened. and don’t act like you weren’t in on this whole thing the entire fucking time.”

taehyun sighed and there was a long moment of silence as you got further and further down whatever street you were on.

“i promise you, i thought the bet was called off after you guys had your first date. i never knew it would get this far.”

you scoffed at him. you remembered what soobin told you about him, taehyun was the nicest out of all of them, but don’t underestimate his rudeness. ugh. even in your darkest moments you were still thinking about him.

“regardless, i can't just leave you out here alone, drunk, and walking in the middle of the road in the middle of the night. at least let me take you back to your dorm.”

you took another drink from the bottle. you knew at any given moment you will probably pass out from how drunk you are. taking a look around you, you let out a sigh. you really didn’t feel like standing your ground right now either.

you stopped walking and turned to taehyun. “fine, but i don’t want to go back to my dorm. everyone will be waiting for me there and i just want to be alone.” taehyun nodded.

“okay. you can stay at my dorm then. i’ll tell beomgyu i need it to myself for the night to study and i’ll stay somewhere else. you won’t need to worry about him in the morning either, he’ll most likely be passed out at sakura’s until late afternoon.”

you flinched a little at her name. you took a deep breath and shrugged. taehyun gently took the bottle and cap from you. it was a little over halfway gone. he screwed the cap back on and then threw your arm over his shoulders. you both made your way back to his car.

when you were safe in the passenger’s seat and driving down the road you turned to taehyun. “how did you even know where to find me?”

he glanced at you for a second before putting his eyes back on the road. “soobin called me freaking out. he said he overheard your friends saying how you disappeared and they couldn’t find you at all.” you heart dropped for a brief moment. you should probably tell your friends you’re not dead in a ditch somewhere.

“it was bad. he was crying. he begged me to come out here and look for you so i just started driving down random streets around sakura’s area.” you rolled your eyes.

you pulled your phone out of the small bag you still had with you, just now realizing that somewhere along your walk you lost the bag that had the alcohol bottle in it. you quickly texted in the group chat “not dead in a ditch somewhere. will meet you in my dorm in the morning if i’m awake by then.” or at least, that’s what you meant to type. you then completely shut your phone off and put it back in the bag along the headphones that were still in your ears.

taehyun reached the dorms and you stumbled out of the car, barely stopping yourself from face planting on the concrete. “woah, careful,” taehyun said as he guided you to the doors.

the trek to his room was a rough one, but you made it somehow. you went to his couch and immediately laid down, your head spinning.

“you can sleep in my bed if you want to, i don’t mind.” taehyun told you, but you just shook your head. there’s no way you were gonna be able to get back up.

“i’ll be in in the morning to leave you some ibuprofen.” you mumbled a response, already half asleep.

before you completely dozed off, you felt taehyun place a blanket over you.

—SOOBIN’S POV—

as soon as soobin saw taehyun’s name show up on his phone, he immediately picked up the call.

“well?” soobin asked, his voice was hoarse. he didn’t care. he was sitting outside by the dorms in his car in case he could catch a glimpse of y/n somewhere.

soobin was sick with worry. when he overheard jake say that they couldn’t find her, his mind immediately went to the worst possible option.

“i found her,” taehyun replied. soobin let out the biggest sigh of relief as he rested his head against the steering wheel. “where is she?”

“she said she doesn’t want to see you. but she’s sleeping right now.”

“taehyun just tell me where she fucking is.” soobin really didn’t have time for this. he needed to see for himself that she was okay. it was driving him crazy.

taehyun sighed on the line. “she’s sleeping on the couch in my dorm. but—“ soobin didn’t care for what else he had to say. he reversed into the dorm parking lot and got out, slamming his door shut behind him.

he sprinted to the doors and didn’t bother with the elevator as he ran up the stairs. he had too much pent up adrenaline to even be tired.

taehyun was waiting outside his door. soobin tried to walk past him and open the door but taehyun held a hand out to stop him. “is she in there?” soobin breathed.

taehyun shushed him. “she’s asleep! you shouldn’t even be here.” he said in a hushed tone. soobin waved him off. “i found her in the middle of the road swaying from side to side and drinking this straight from the bottle.” taehyun held up a rather large bottle of alcohol that was a little over half empty. soobin had to grip onto the edge of the door frame to steady himself.

“you fucked up, badly,” taehyun said as he slowly eased the door open for him.

soobin closed his eyes and leaned against the door as soon as he saw her peacefully asleep. he took careful steps further into the room. taehyun took him by the arm.

“you can stay, but you have until morning to be gone before she wakes up.” taehyun whispered. soobin just nodded, not taking his eyes off y/n. “and you look terrible, you need to go get those cuts checked out.”

when soobin looked in his rear view mirror after racing back to the dorms, he saw that he had the beginning of a black eye, a swollen and cut lip, and probably a broken nose. he couldn’t care less about himself right now. the wounds didn’t even hurt.

taehyun left soon after, locking the door behind him.

soobin knows that y/n doesn't want to see him right now. or clearly anybody right now. but he couldn’t bare to leave her alone, especially not tonight. he knows how much he fucked up. he said he wasn’t gonna break her heart again and he did. he wanted to rip his hair out. yunjin was right, he thought he could have his cake and eat it too.

he’ll give y/n however long she needed. he just desperately needed her to listen to what he has to say. just once. and if she decides that she never wants anything to do with him after, he’ll live with the consequences.

soobin rounded the table and quietly sat on it in front of y/n. he watched as her chest rose and fell from her breathing. before he could stop himself, his hand was already cupping her cheek, his thumb rubbing small circles into it. thankfully, she didn’t even stir. she must’ve been extremely drunk.

rounding the table again, soobin sat on the floor and laid his head in his arms on the table. he silently watched her. he was afraid that if he took his eyes off of her for even a second she would stop breathing or disappear.

soobin decided that he would stay up the rest of the night and however long he had with her in the morning to make sure nothing happened, not that he was going to get much sleep anyways.

masterlist.

summary: choi soobin has always been the popular kid surrounded by his popular friends. y/n… not so much. one night, soobin and his friends make bet that soobin can’t get y/n to date him in a month. unfortunately for y/n, they’re a hopeless romantic.

A/N: i am so sorry for this one… cause why i shed a tear and I’M the one who wrote it…

taglist: @imagineyour-kpopboy @gothgyuu @carengene @spooksh0wbabe (if your name is bold it wouldn’t let me tag you!)

— kipo <3

[samandcolbyownme]

Summary: This is a part two to the one shot Workin' on Halloween Night

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, vampire!Sam compels stripper!reader, mentions of alcohol, bloodsucking/drinking, semi rough/forceful actions, fingering, dirty talk, descriptive memories, unprotected shower sex, oral (m rec), name calling, general filth

Word count: 5.8k | Not edited I wanted to get this out.

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It hits you.

Everything. All at once.

You're like a deer, frozen in the headlights of an oncoming semi.

You break your stare from the bloodsucking creature infront of you, looking down to the mug that's in pieces on the floor, "Shit."

"Don't move. You don't have shoes on." Colby steps around the sharp pieces and walks over to the closet.

"You seem a little jumpy there, y/n." Sam licks his lips as he smirks.

You laugh slightly, "Yeah, I-I guess so." You stayed still, making sure not to cut yourself because that would send Sam into a frenzy and you cared about Colby.

You'd basically be signing his death note if you did.

Sam's stare holds on you as Colby comes back with the broom and dust pan. He drops the pan to the floor and rests the broom against the back of the couch, "C'mere."

He wraps his arm around your waist, lifting you from your spot and moving you to a clean area.

You look from the messy floor up to Sam and the memories keep coming in heavy waves.

From the way you were controlled, flawlessly by him.

"You're the hottest one here. Come here." And your body went to him, automatically.

To the way he looked into your eyes when he said, "We're going to have a little fun, okay?"

".. tilt your head for me because I'm fucking thirsty."

And that's when you lay your hand over your 'makeup', feeling the arousing pain all over again.

You were scared. Majorly confused, and kinda turned on.

All at once.

You didn't know what to do.

"Alright." Colby walks over, dumping the pieces into the trash and sets the stuff down, "And you always wonder why I call you butterfingers." Colby chuckles as he walks over and stands next to Sam.

You laugh, trying not to sound so nervous, "Yeah, yeah I get that now."

You walk over, slipping on your shoes.

"Can you be a little slut for me y/n?" His words ring in your head, making you feel a little nauseated because that's what you were last night.

You stand up straight, closing your eyes as you feel like you could puke, "Maybe.. we can hang out later or something?" You slowly turn and Colby puts his lip out, "No." he pouts, "Please?"

Your eyes move to Sam's and in that moment, you wanted to, or at least try to prove that you had more power over him.

But there's a difference between you and Sam.

He can compel you. You have nothing.

Or so you thought.

Sam tilts his head slightly, biting his lip as you sigh, "Fine. I'll go see this movie with you, as long as we're back by four because I have work."

Sam's eyebrow twitches, and you knew you'd be seeing him tonight.

"Work? I thought you had off?" Colby shakes his head and you shrug, "I forgot I picked up Violet's shift. She texted me before you got here, she's home sick."

He nods slowly, "Alright." He turns and that's when you remember what Sam said, about Colby.

"Do you think he'd fuck you better than me?"

You bite down on your lip, "I can always ca-"

"No. It's fine." Colby sighs, "We're going to be late for the movie."

You sigh, watching as he walks over to the door and goes out. You turn to look at Sam, who is closer than he was before, "Why are you here?"

He smiles and shrugs, "I told you I'd be seeing you again. I'm not done with you just yet." He brushes his fingers over your neck, "That's a pretty nasty bite."

You roll your eyes, "Mm. I know."

Sam grabs your wrist as you go to walk away, "Roll your eyes at me again and I'll make it so you can't ever do it again."

He lets go of your wrists, "I can tell you like thinking about what happened last night."

"I do-"

He cuts you off, "Tell that to someone who can't read your mind, sweetheart." He smirks, "Come on. He's probably waiting for us."

Sam walks over to the door, turning around to look at you, "Don't make me do it."

"Do what?" You cross your arms and he sighs, "alright." He walks back over to you, "You asked for it."

"Asked for what-"

"You're going to act like we're all good friends and that nothing is strange between us. You will continue to keep thinking about last night, but you won't say anything about it." He winks and steps back, "Let's go."

You nod, following him out the door and down to Colby's car. You get in the back, leaning forward, "So what movie are we going to see?"

Colby glances over at you, "Um, that new Exorcist movie, The Exorcist Believer."

"Oh sick." You nod and lean back, "did you guys know that the one girl from the original movie is in it.. first time in years I think."

Sam looks over, "Really? That is pretty sick. I didn't know that."

Your eyes scan over Sam's face as the scattered replay of last night plays in your head, "sit on my cock."

"Ride me."

"Fuck you feel so good."

You press your thighs together, clearing your throat as you try to distract yourself, "So where are you from Sam?"

He laughs slightly and shrugs, "I'm originally from Kansas, but I've been all over."

"Really? I'm from Kansas too." Colby looks over, "Small world, huh?"

Sam shakes his head, "Not really. You find that out when you travel as much as I do."

"But you're here for college right? What made you decide to do that?" You chew on the inside of your lip as he glances back at you, "I just thought I needed a change, I mean I honestly don't think I'll do anything with it when graduating but.. you never know."

"What are you studying?" Colby looks over at him, "I know we have a lot of the same classes."

"I don't really have a major picked out yet. I told them what I possibly wanted to do, so they just threw me into some classes and said if I changed my mind or whatever to let them know." Sam explains.

"They had me pick something. That was fucking stupid." You sigh, "Maybe they're just sexist." You laugh and Sam chuckles, "I don't think that. I think they see the potential you have and just want to push you to do your best."

Colby glances over at Sam, clenching his jaw slightly, "She is a very smart girl. Her choice in how she gets the money to pay for school really isn't."

"You don't like her working at the club?" Sam looks to Colby and he shakes his head, "Not really."

"How come?" Sam asks and rests his elbow on the console.

"I just.. don't think that she needs to do that. I mean, don't get me wrong, she's really good at it, but at the same time, she's my best friend and I just don't want anything happening to her." Colby glances back at you in the rearview and you give him a small smile.

"I see where you're coming from, Colby." Sam nods, and Colby sighs, "it's just.. all the creeps and weirdos out there.. you just never know."

"I've been watching you for all those weeks."

You stare at Sam as his voice plays inside your head, "There's just something about you that keeps me coming back.."

Which makes you question, to yourself, why you? What is it about you that Sam likes so much?

"You can't trust anyone anymore, I get what you mean fully." Sam looks back and you look away, "What time does the movie start?"

"In about ten minutes. But you have all the previews so not for another twenty or so." Colby pull the car into one of the stalls, cutting the engine, "I'm excited to see this."

You nod, "I know. You've been talking about it for weeks." You laugh slightly as he looks back at you with a smile.

You can tell that Colby and Sam are getting jealous of each other when it comes to you.

But you secretly loved it, and Sam picked up on it instantly.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

As much as you wanted to focus on and actually watch the movie, you couldn't. You kept going back to Sam and what happened at the club last night.

The way you could feel how good he made you feel.

The way you can hear his voice, clear as day, telling you how good you feel around him, "Fuck me, you feel so good."

You turn your head, leaning into Colby, "I'll be right back. I have to pee."

He nods and your stands up, quickly making your way out of the theater and into the bathroom.

You go to the mirror, taking a few deep breathes as you try and get Sam out of your head, but the harder you tried, the worse it got.

You swore you could feel him choking you.

You could feel him inside of you.

You wanted it to stop, but at the same time, in the strangest ways possible, you wanted him.

Now, that might be the compulsion, but you didn't care. You needed him again, you were craving him like he craves you.

You turn around, jumping when you see Sam standing there, "Trying to get me out of that pretty little head are we?"

You swallow, "I-I.. no. No."

He walks over, slowly cupping your cheeks with his cold hands. He tilts your head up, eyes scanning over your face, "I know.. it's such a blessing and a curse to be around me."

"Curse?" You move your head back slightly, "What do you-"

"Let's not worry about that right now, sweetheart. Let's just get back to the movie, yeah?" Sam brushes hair from your face, "I'll be seeing you later. But you probably already knew that."

He drops his hands and you grab his arm as he turns, "Wait."

"What?" He smirks, knowing that you want to kiss him, "Tell me, baby."

You lick your lips, biting your bottom lip as you work your the courage, "Kiss me." Your voice is barely there, but Sam heard you anyway.

"Why should I do something like that?" He moves over to stand infront of you, hands on the sink behind you as he leans in, "Have you deserved it?"

You look up at him, nodding slightly, "Yes."

He chuckles, "If you say so." He licks his lips and presses them to yours.

You feel like an addict who was finally getting a fix after what felt like days.

You grab the red collar of his shirt, pulling him to you as you try to deepen the kiss but it's cut short when someone pushes the door open and Sam vanishes.

The woman gives you a smile as she walks into the one stall and you can't help but cover your mouth to hide your slightly nervous laughter.

What the hell are you doing?

You made your way back to the theater, sitting in your seat next to Colby, "What did I miss?"

He shrugs, "Not much. You're good." He hands you the popcorn and you take it, "Thanks."

You lean back in your seat and you can feel Sam looking at you from behind Colby. Colby is too into the movie to realize what is happening, but you stay focused on trying to watch the screen.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

"That was such a good movie." Colby says as he throws his popcorn bag away, "Better than I expected, honestly."

You nod, "Yeah, it was." Sam walks up behind you, laying a hand on your lower back as he moves past you, "I have to rewatch the original, it feels like it's been ages since I've seen that one."

You raise your eyebrows at the word, ages, and laugh slightly, "I'm sure it has." You mumble thinking no one heard you.

But you forgot that Sam can, "What did you say?"

You look up at him, "I didn't say anything." He raises his brows quick and smirks, "Mhm."

"So. Are you hungry or anything? You have time before you have to get ready." Colby holds the door open for you and you nod as you walk through, "Yeah, I could eat."

"Me too." You knew what Sam meant, just by the tone of his voice.

"What are you guys hungry for?" Colby asks getting into the car. You get in, shrugging, "Whatever honestly."

"That doesn't really help me decide." Colby laughs, "we'll just drive that way and see if anything sounds good."

"Yeah, that's fine." You chew on your lip as you remember what it felt like when Sam bit your neck.

How the pain felt.. good.

How him sucking your blood felt.. good.

You glance up at him, laughing and talking with Colby. He was honestly one of the prettiest things you've ever seen. It shocked you how 'human' he looked.

Shit, he has Colby fooled.

"Is that okay with you?"

You shake your head, blinking a few times as you lean up, "Huh? Sorry.."

They both laugh and Sam looks at you, "There's a pizza place up here. Is that okay with you?"

You nod, "Oh yeah. I love pizza."  You lean back, your mind going straight to what it was occupied with before.

Sam's fangs in your neck.

You'd think that thought would be enough to scare anyone away, but not you. You're under Sam's control with and without compulsion.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

Back at the house, while the boys are out on the couch eating their pizza, you're in your room getting ready for work.

You have music playing quietly as you do your makeup, simple today. You don't really feel like doing full glam, actually you don't even feel like going to work.

Colby's words had an effect on you, you felt bad. You knew he was right, you didn't have to work at the club, you chose to.

In a way, you kinda felt like you were going against him, and that hurt worse than seeing his friend behind his back.

"Hey." Colby says walking into your room, "You got a second?"

You set your brush down and turn to him, "What's up?" He sits down on your bed, "So.. I've been meaning to ask you.."

"What is it Colby?" You cross your leg, staring over at him.

He sighs, "would it be alright if I stayed here for a little while?"

You nod, "Of course. But what's going on?" He shakes his head, "Nothing it's just that.. staying on campus is getting expensive and I ju-"

"Okay." You cut him off and try to fight your smirk.

He tilts his head, looking at you, "No. you don't get to say it."

"Oh come on, Colby." You laugh slightly, "Just once? Please?"

He sighs and motions to you, "One. Time."

You stand up, walking over to him. You take a dramatic breath, "i told you so."

He nods in defeat, "You did. You did. Now. While you're at work, I'm going to pack up some stuff." He stands up and pulls you in for a hug.

You're facing the door, so you see Sam sitting on the couch, staring at you.

His stare gives you chills, but in a good way.

"Alright." You say breaking your stare with Sam and leaning back, "I gotta get to work. I'll be home around eleven? Maybe a little bit later."

He nods, "Okay. Be safe."

You smile at him, nodding as he walks out of the room. You hear him tell Sam about moving some stuff and Sam agrees, "Yeah, totally. I do have to be somewhere around eight, but other than that, I gotcha."

Eight.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

"Thank you, darling." The man sitting in the chair smirks, "You're why I come here." He tucks a fifty into the band of your lingerie body suit and you smile, "You're why I do this."

You wink at him, dragging your hand over his shoulders as you walk away, strutting up to the stage.

"You ready?" Lina as she turns to you.

You look out, smiling as you see Sam sitting center stage on your side, "Oh yeah." You look at her, "Blondie's mine."

You glance over and see Sam chuckle and shake his head.

You could get used to this whole seeing a vampire thing.

You shake your head, the whole idea still shocks you, but you quickly pull yourself out of your head and nod to the DJ.

He gives you a thumbs up and you walk out, holding hands with Lina as Partition by Beyoncé starts playing.

The crowd around the stages cheer, whistle, just genuinely get loud. Sam sits still, leaning back in the chair, one leg crossed over the other as he watches you and only you.

You let go of Lina and you go to your pole, spinning around a few times before dropping down. You open your knees, moving to the beat of the song.

You move down onto your knees, leaning forward slowly as you crawl towards Sam, mouthing the words to the song, "Take all.. of me.. I just wanna be the girl you like.."

He smirks, biting his lip as he watches dollar bills land on your half naked body.

You roll over, popping your ass out before pushing yourself up, moving over to the others.

Sam doesn't like it, and he'll be sure to let you know later, but for now. He's letting you make your money.

You move back to the pole, lifting yourself up so you and slowly set yourself back down, squatting down to pop your ass out to the beat.

"Give it up for these ladies gentleman." The DJ says and you walk around, collecting the money from your side as the men continue to cheer you on.

Sam stands up, making his way over to the bar and once you're off stage you follow him over, "So.." you bite your lip, leaning against the bar, "What did ya think?"

He turns to you, his chest extremely close to yours, "I was in awe of you." He gently grabs your chin, tilting it up, "I'm always in awe of you."

You smirk, "Sounds like you need some time in the champagne room."

"How'd you know?" He smirks and sets his empty glass down, "lead the way."

You grab his hand, pulling him with you to and through the red lit hallway, "Right in here." You motion for him to walk in but he shakes his head, "Mm. After you."

You smirk, letting go to walk in, and in a matter of seconds, the door is shut and you're straddling him, "That still gets me." You laugh slightly and Sam shrugs, "You'll get used to it."

Your heart rate picks up a little, causing Sam to lick his lips, "You wanna tilt your head for me?" You bit your lip, nodding as you slowly move your head.

Sam brushes hair from your neck and sighs, "Fuck, I will never get over you."

You grip his shoulders as you feel his hands tighten on your waist and his lips gently press to your necks few times.

"Wait.." you feel Sam pull away and you look at him, "Can I see?"

He chuckles and nods, "Anything you want, princess." He winks and parts his lips, moving them to show his teeth. You watch intently and jump slightly when his fangs pop out.

You were aching for him. That was the hottest thing you've ever seen.

"Now.. can I-"

"Please." You grip the collar of his shirt and pull yourself into him. He raises his eyebrows, "Eager thing aren't we?"

You nod and he leans in, breathing in your scent before sinking his teeth into your skin. You let out a whimper, gripping his shirt collar tighter the more blood he drinks.

"S-Sam." You whimper out with a moan following. You grind down into him and he moans against your neck. You slide your hand up and onto the back of his head as you feel kinda dizzy, but it's euphoric.

His arm slides around your waist and he holds you against him as he slowly lifts his head away from you, whispering lowly into your ear, "sorry if that was too much. I've been craving you all damn day."

You sigh, turning your head to look down at him, "get your fix?" You smirk slightly and he moves you to lay on the couch, his body hovering over yours, "For now."

He licks the blood from the corner of his mouth before leaning down to kiss you. The make out is heated, full of passion.

Sam was honestly surprised he didn't need to compel you like the night before. He thought you would have put up more of a fight.

But he's not complaining.

"You want me in your life?" Sam kisses back your jaw, "You sure seem like you do." He kisses down your neck and licks over the fresh puncture marks.

You gasp, arching your back slightly, "wouldn't be the worst thing." You smile as he leans his head up to look down at you, "Are you lying?"

"Compel me to tell the truth or whatever." You bite your lip, hiding your smirk.

He slowly smiles, "I believe you." He dips his head down, pressing his lips to yours. You lay your hand on his cheek, wrapping your legs around his waist.

"Someone's coming." He mumbles, "I hear them."

You look over at the door, "Maybe it's-"

The door knob starts to jiggle and Sam gets up fast, "I'll see you after your shift."

You turn and he's gone, "How does he do that?" You whisper to yourself and turn as the door opens. You move your hair back over to cover your neck and smile at Lina, "Hey. You need this room?"

"Sorry." She laughs slightly, "I didn't realize this was already occ-"

"I'm done here. I was just cleaning up. Last person spilled a drink. It's all good now. Enjoy." You smile at her and quickly make your way out of the room, back out to the floor.

The last few hours of your shift felt like it was just dragging. Each song felt like it was on for a year.

Sam was the only thing on your mind and you just wanted to get home.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

You unlock the door to your apartment and walk in. You don't see Colby or Sam anywhere, "Hello?"

"Hey. We're in here." Colby calls from the spare bedroom. You set your bag on the counter as you walk over, leaning against the door frame as you watch them unload boxes.

"How was work?" Sam asks giving you a smirk. You smile, "work is work. You know."

He nods, "Any weirdos or creeps come by?"

You tilt your head, resting it against the frame, "There was this one guy.. he was pretty strange."

Colby looks up, "What?"

You laugh, "It's okay, Colbs. He left before anything happened so no worries." You glance over at Sam and he shakes his head chuckles to himself.

"They need more security there." He shakes his head and goes back to unpacking his box. You sigh, "I'm going for a shower."

Sam raises his eyebrows and watches as you leave the doorway. You knew Sam would follow, at this point, you'd even settle for him compelling Colby to just stare at the wall.

You grab your stuff and walk into the bathroom, turning the water on. Steam quickly fills the bathroom, fogging up the mirror. You take off your sweats and t shirt, tossing them to the ground before looking up and swiping the mirror with your hand.

You jump slightly, "Fuck."

"Sorry. I guess I could have just used the door." Sam laughs and walks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"How'd you get in here?" You turn your head and he chuckles, "You mean like how did I just appear or getting passed Colby?"

You laugh slightly and turn around to face him, "I mean both, but mainly the second one."

He shrugs, "I compelled him to keep unpacking, not to worry about where we're at." He brushes hair from your shoulder, biting his lip as he looks at the day old mark on your neck, then moving to look at the few hours old one.

"Is that a problem?" His eyes move up to meet yours and you shake your head, "Just as long as it's not all the time."

He nods, "Mhm." He pulls you in, gently pressing his lips to yours, "you ready for the blessing part?" He smirks against your lips and you nod, "Mhm."

He slowly pulls your panties down your legs, bending down to kiss up your thigh. You grip the counter as you watch him inch closer to where you need him most.

Your breathing picks up, almost to a pant as his tongue gently flicks up and down your clit. He hums lowly before pulling away and standing up.

He slips his shirt off his body, undoing his belt to his jeans. He nods towards the shower, "go get in."

You walk over, stepping into the shower and shutting the door. You let the water wash over you, closing your eyes as it hits the sensitive marks on your neck.

You hear the door slide open and you turn around, leaning against the wall as you watch Sam step in, sliding the door shut, "Come here." He holds his hand out and you lay your hand in his.

He pulls you to him and wraps an arm around your body, "You wanna know why I'm here?"

You nod and tilt your head as he kisses your neck, "Yes."

He takes a long pause, sliding his hands up and down your body before sighing, "You're the one thing that makes me feel closest to being a human again."

His words confuse you, "But we've only known each other for two days. Not even."

He chuckles and brushes his fingers over your cheek, "That's where you're wrong."

Your brows furrow and he continues speaking, "I've been with you, these last few weeks. Watching. Following. You know, what you thought."

You nod, still staring at him, "so.. we've.. done this before?"

He shakes his head, "No. no. Not until yesterday." He smirks, "Today."

"So we just what? Hung out?" You lay your hands on his biceps, "I'm confused."

He leans forward, looking into your eyes, "Rememeber."

You round the corner, stumbling your way back to the bathroom, mumbling to yourself about the guy who spilled his drink on your outfit, "Fucking asshole."

You grab the knob, twisting it to push the door open. You walk in, freezing when you see a blonde haired boy attached to someone's neck.

You didn't think anything of it, you thought you interpreted something, "Oh sorry."

"No. You're fine."

You look back and your lips part slightly, "Wh-" you shake your head, blinking as if you're hallucinating the scene that's in front of you.

Blood runs down both chin of the blonde and neck of the, what you can only assume, dead guy I'm front of him.

"Sorry. I just didn't like the way he treated you out there." The blonde tosses the body to the floor, "He was such an asshole."

You stare at the blonde as he stands up, wiping his chin with his wrist, "I'm sorry. How rude of me. I'm Samuel, but you can call me Sam." He holds his clean hand out and you take it, "y/n."

"Yeah I know that already." He chuckles and you shake your head, "I'm sorry.. I must be.. a lot drunker than I thought."

Sam moves over to you, his hands on your waist, "Why aren't you running away? Screaming for help?"

You shrug, "I don't know if I believe this."

He nods, "Okay.. that's fine." He smiles and you smile back at him, completely forgetting what you just witnessed.

He sighs, "Well, I have to get going. I'll see you again, soon, y/n."

"You will?" You question and he nods, "Forget about that you saw until I tell you to remember."

You gasp, leaning back slightly, "Is that why?"

He bites his lip, eyes scanning over your face, "You didn't fear me."

"I was drunk, Sam." You laugh slightly and he sucks air through his teeth, "I don't think you were."

He was right. You were drunk, but you would have remembered everything that night. Actually, something did feel off, you felt like you were forgetting something about it, but you couldn't ever figure it out, until right now.

You look down and back up at him, "So you're here because I'm not scared of you?"

"That's a part of it. Along with you making me feel somewhat human again.. even when I wasn't physically next to you. You just.." he smiles and shakes his head, "I knew the moment I saw you, I knew I needed to keep you safe."

You smile slightly, biting the inside of your cheek, "oh."

He cups your cheeks, moving your head up to look at him, "Do you want me in your life?"

You stare at him for a second, slowly smiling as you sigh, nodding as you lean up to kiss him. He pulls you closer to him and you lean back, "Can I tell you something?"

He nods, "Anything."

You lick your lips, "I like the whole being compelled to do stuff, maybe not all the time, but you know.."

He chuckles and nods, "Mm. You mean like this.. get on your knees, baby."

You instantly drop to the shower floor, looking up at him as you bite your lip, "Uh huh."

"Open that pretty little mouth of yours." He smirks and your lips part, opening up so you can take the head of his cock between them.

Sam groans, "Fuck." You wrap a hand around his cock, stroking as you suck the tip. You work your way down, bobbing your head as you grip his thighs.

He places a hand on the back of your head, letting out a sigh, "You can do it, baby."

You relax, taking him in fully as your nails dig into his skin. He tangles his fingers into your hair and slowly works your head up and down his cock, "Fuck, baby. This is so much better when you're doing it on your own."

You bob your head a few more times, leaning back with a string of saliva keeping you connecting to his cock until you wipe it with your wrist.

He pulls you to your feet, pushing you against the shower door, "You're so beautiful." He whispers as he kisses your cheek, back your jaw, "Can I have another taste?"

"Yes." You whimper out as his cock rubs against your clit. He kisses down your neck slowly, "Are you sure?"

You nod, "Yes."

"If you say so." He chuckles slightly before his fangs pop out and puncture your skin for the third time.

You gasp, whimpering as you wrap an arm around his neck. That euphoric feeling quickly returns and your eyes flutter shut, "Sam.."

He hums against your neck and you can feel blood leaning a trail of red down your body, "S-Sam." You squeeze his shoulder and he pops off, stepping back.

His eyes move from your neck, following the trail of red that goes between your boobs.

You turn to look at him, breathing heavy as he brands down, licking from where the trail stops, up to your neck.

You wince at the slight pain, but moan when you feel his fingers circle your clit, "You all around taste divine."

"Only for you." You whisper and he smirks, "That's what I like to hear." He interlocks his fingers with yours, pinning your hands above your head as he makes out with you.

"Please., Sam.. I need you." You whimper against his lips and he gently bites down on your bottom lip, "turn around."

You flip around, pressing your cheek, hands, and chest to the glass shower door. Sam rubs the tip of his cock against your pussy, slowly pushing in.

Your moans reverberate off the walls, echoing louder and louder the further he pushes into you.

"Let me hear all those loud and pretty sounds, baby." Sam grips your hips and pulls out, only to thrust back into you.

His pace is harsh, punishing. Your legs quickly feel like they're about to give out. But you push through, "F-Fuck. Yes yes yes."

You slide your hands down the wall and he reaches up, laying a hand over your left and interlocking his fingers over yours, "Fuckin' hell." Sam groans, "You're incredible."

A non stop string of moans leaves your lips the closer he gets you to cum.

"You're so close, baby. You're right there." Sam pants, "Come on, baby. Cum for me."

You squeeze his cock and he groans, "Fuck, d-don't do that." He lets go of your hand and grips your hips, "I want you to cum first."

You drag your fingers down the steamy glass, moaning against it as you feel the knot snap.

"Sam! Fuck, yes! Yes!" You scream out, pushing your hips back to meet his, "Fuck."

He groans and his thrusts grow sloppy, fast.

"Shit, shit." He pulls your hips to him as he pushes in, tilting his head back and closing his eyes as he cums after you.

He slowly pulls out and spins you around, "Come here." He pulls you to him, wrapping his arms around you as you stand under the, now warm water,

He rubs his hand up and down your back, watching as the water washes away the rest of the blood, tinting the water going down the drain a slight red color.

"You okay?" He whispers and you nod, "Yeah."

"Tell me what you're thinking." He kisses your head and you sigh, "What's the curse part to this?"

He sighs, pulling you closer to him, "That.." he swallows, "Not so much on your part, but more or less mine."

You pull away slightly and look up at him, "What is it Sam?"?

He shrugs, "I'm immortal. You.." he gently boops your nose, "..are not.."

Without even thinking, "What if I was?"

─── ⋆⋅ ☾⋅⋆ ───

I feel like yall are gunna hate me for the ending but I felt like I needed to end it this way.. soooo as usual, let me know your thoughts :)

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[miniisunshine]

~𝓣𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓻'𝓼 𝓹𝓮𝓽~

Warnings : teacher x student relationship, fem reader, age gap (not mentionned, but still), both consenting adults, slight humiliation, slight dom, inspired by the movie Miller's girl

You were always aware of the power you had on the boys your age, how you would make their heads turn as you entered the room. Almost every girl would have die to have this much attention, but not you. You wanted something else, something more mature.

Not a boy, but a man, someone with history, knowledge and wisdom. A man with long brown hair, round glasses who went by the name Samuel Lafferty, your english teacher. And somehow, you knew he wanted you too.

Being a bright student you quickly peaked Sam's curiosity, leading him to assign extra homework to you; a way to add a little more to your academic portfolio in hope of helping your university's admission application.

M. Lafferty's last assignment was to write a short story in the style of your favorite author, in which you chose Henry Miller: a man whose work was filled with explicit language and sex. A controversial choice, but also a provocative one, which is what you wanted.

You sat patiently in the back of the big auditorium, waiting for your teacher to finish his lesson so you could give him the somehow nasty tale you had wrote the night before. You made sure you looked your best for Sam, not too sexy, but also not too prude, just enough to satisfy his desire.

You fiddled with your papers standing by as the other students left the room. Heart almost beating out of your chest you made your way to his desk where he was focussing on his work, probably correcting some exams.

"Mister Lafferty?"

Samuel jumped from his chair, looking at you while chuckling.

"Ah! So sorry young lady, i forgot we had a meeting after class. So.. Which author did you land on?"

You extended your arm to gave him your assignment as he removed his glasses.

"Henry Miller."

He glanced at you with a confused yet intrigued look.

"Interesting.. I didn't even know kids your age knew about him. Shall i have a look?"

You nodded, smiling shyly as you sat in the chair facing his desk.

Fidgeting with your fingers, you already apprehended what he would say about your story. Sure choosing an author known to write sexual stuff was a peculiar choice, but writting a teacher/student relationship in his style was a complete different situation and that's what you chose to put yourself into.

You watched your teacher carefully reading every words you put on the papers he now had in hands. His body changed as the story evolved.

Samuel's straighten himself up, cleared his throat and looked at you, cheeks redder than usual.

"What were you hoping by making me read this type of work?"

"Im afraid i don't know what you mean M. Lafferty."

His tone hardened

"Stop acting so clueless, we both know what you tried to insuniate with this story and it is wrong, i can't accept that."

"But is it really wrong if both parties really want it sir?"

With that question, his gaze changed from neutral to angry, with a little envy behind his eyes, as he made his way to you, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to stand up

You were shocked, scared, but somehow kinda excited by this burst of brutality, your knees becoming weak.

You kept eye contact with him, trying to understand what was going on behind his as Sam's opened his mouth a couple of times to retort, but in vain nothing came out. He sighed, brushing your arm with his fingers as he slowly made his way to the lower part of your body.

You were heating up, excitement visible in your eyes, while you follow his movements. M. Lafferty then quickly grabbed your cunt with his hand, making you jumped and squeaked from the sudden move. You felt his fingers slowly rubbing your folds still hidden in your pretty panties, revealing the wet mess you were since the beginning of this interaction.

"Just like i thought.. Are you always this wet when you see me?"

You avoided his icy blue gaze, not wanting to face the embarrassing, but true, fact he just discovered.

"I'm afraid so.."

Samuel wasted no time as he made his way into your underwear and introduced one finger in your hole while rubbing circles onto your throbbing clit with his thumb.

Whimpering, you placed your hands on his shoulders, brassing yourself for the wave of pleasure he was putting yourself to.

"Is that what you hoped for?"

You nodded vigorously as you moaned his name into his ear. You didn't care to look if the classroom door was open or if people could hear you, all you care about was the blissfull experience you were now having with the man you dreamed so much of.

He grabbed your chin once more with his free hand, forcing you to look into his eyes as he pleasured you, before colliding his lips onto yours. The kiss was rushed but still passionate. Samuel removed his fingers from your now soaking cunt, leading yours to find his hardened bulge in his pants as he deepened the kiss to hide his own moans.

Feeling the power you had on him, confidence hit you and you pushed your teacher into his desk so you could climb onto his laps. He placed his free hands on your ass, slowly rocking your hips on him as you unbuckled his pants to reveal his throbbing member waiting to be taking care of.

You wrapped your fingers around his length, making his head sway back as he growled from the simple touch you offered him. Having choosen to wear a skirt today, you didn't felt the need to undress yourself, so you pulled your panties to the side and placed your entrance right to his tip, teasing him by grinding on it.

Not being a patient man, Samuel quickly guided you down on him, his rough but soft hand on your waist, making you both moan in unison. Realising the situation you were now in, he put his palm on your mouth, muffling the dirty sounds coming from it as you began to bounce on his dick.

Kneading your ass with his other hand, Samuel burried his face into your chest, whimpering as your picked up your pace. It was hot, really hot, neither of you could comprehend how you ended up in this situation but you both couldn't deny the attraction you felt from one another.

"Lay on my desk"

Commanded your teacher out of breath. You did exactly as he asked, climbing down from dick, whining a little as a void took place in your lower area. Now on your back, this was the perfect position for him to admire your pretty pussy, carressing it slowly with his long fingers.

"P-please.. M. Lafferty.."

You couldn't take this teasing anymore you needed him to fill you up once more. Grinning he inserted himself once more, slamming his length into you. A loud gasp escaped from your lips even if you tried to stay quiet.

Hands on your hips, nails digging in your flesh, Sam kept pounding mercilessly, feeling your wet walls slowly clenching onto him.

"You're gonna cum for me young lady?"

You nodded, replying with a soft cry of pleasure.

"Use your words"

His pace slowed down as his thumb made his way to your engorged pearl, rubbing steady circles on it.

"Y-yyess.."

He chuckled before increasing his speed, making your vision blurry. You could no longer hold back your orgasm as you came undone on his dick, bitting your lips hard, enough to drew blood, to hold back the scream who would have come out.

A few thrusts later, Samuel followed you, filling your cunt with his white hot liquid.

Out of breath, you both looked at each others, contemplating the damage you had done. He helped you cleaned yourself up, as he did the same for him before giving you back your papers.

"Your story was beautifully written, but i still can't accept it for... obvious reasons."

I'm kinda proud of this one!

Also i can't lie anymore, i think Sam has become my favorite character, its a problem!!

Also pt.2 thanks to @kappasbbgirl for the idea

Tell me what yall think! <3

[yukittywrites]

Take My Lips (You Leave Me Tongue Tied)

warnings: dom reader, sub yuta, top reader, bottom yuta, hes pathetic, reader is kinda a dick, mild degradation, getting walked in on, gender neutral reader.

word count: 3.3k read the full story here (30k words)

a/n: gender isnt mentioned, nor genitals, but you fuck him. it's up to reader to decide whether its with a strap or a real dick! also, this is technically in the high&low universe too (reader is basically Amagai if you've seen the movie)

Yuta is exhausted, after training all the students in the school, part of the job you delegated to him, by specifically allowing them to land punches and kicks on his body (the way you specifically requested him to train) he is tired and honestly, in a lot of pain.

Even breathing hurts, and he can't help but wonder if one of the students kicked a rib.

Even being top fighter doesn't make him invincible, though for some reason, you seem to think that it does.

Or maybe you don't, maybe you just do it for fun, just to see him hurt.

He doesn't really care about the reason though. He'll do it anyway.

After his training session, he slips into your shared bedroom upstairs, the secret top floor of Senomon High, and sighs in relief when he sees that you're not around.

You're busy, thank God. The last thing he wants to do is spend time trying to explain to you how the training went and not say the wrong thing to get hurt further.

He runs a scalding bath and sinks pleasantly into it; hoping that the water will take the edge off the pain. He knows that you will be angry at him for not being useful.

It doesn't matter that he took over a hundred hits to his body, or that he did exactly what you asked, or that the Senomon boys are improving their skills.

Yuta has already learned that it's difficult to please you. Even if he completes what was asked…it's still difficult, and you complain about him more and more as of recently.

Even when he is the most loyal of all the people you hired, even when he always completes whatever is asked of him to the best of his ability and he tries not to talk back to you even when he disagrees so deeply with whatever you do. Even when Yuta is the reason you even got an opportunity to become the top school in the district or even had a chance of overpowering Oya High for that spot.

Yuta submerges his head beneath the water and hopes that all his thoughts will wash away just like the dirt on his body.

He stays in the bath until his fingers get pruney and the water gets colder, and he finally gets out.

He wraps a towel around his waist and opens the door. He is startled when he sees you sitting on the couch.

After his calming bath, he forgot that you were actually at school. He managed to make his mind blank of everything within the bath, and now you are sitting in front of him.

"Y-y/n—" he stutters, gripping the towel around his waist.

You blatantly stare at his chest as he speaks. "So that's where you've been. I was looking for you, but the guys said you left immediately after you finished. I thought maybe you stepped out. What, you've been in the bathroom for this long?"

"Yeah, I was feeling hurt after the session. The bath helped." His voice gets progressively quieter as he finishes the sentence, because he knows that you aren't pleased.

You don't need to voice it anymore; Yuta can tell now when you're disappointed.

"You couldn't do anything productive with your time?"

"I'm sorry, Y/n, I didn't mean to be lazy."

You sigh. "Fine, Nakamoto. How was the training session?"

"It was good, they learned everything well. They got a lot of good hits in." Yuta replies.

He pulls on underwear and a shirt. "Do you have anymore use for me today?"

"Right now, you can go get us dinner. I'll have plenty of use for you later." You say, your voice turning sultry at the end.

Yuta turns away before he can flush, the implication of what the use for him will be later turning him red.

You usually only want to use him for oral pleasure, but he always loves it when you gets like this.

When you're willing to touch him, even if it's only with the goal of your own pleasure.

A sick part of him deep inside clings to your sexual touches, morphing them into something more. When he wakes up in the middle of the night from a dream of you and him together—truly together, romantically—it is the moments of you fucking him, no matter how quickly and dismissively, that fuel them. He feels your hands on his body and his mind imagines you pressing deep kisses to his lips and fucking him tenderly, even though it’s nothing more than a wishful fantasy. 

You give him 5,000 yen and tell him to pick up something for himself. You don't remind him to order anything for you, but he knows your usual already.

And, well, if he gets the order wrong, he'll find out quickly.

His body aches more and more the more he walks, but he gets your food regardless, and gives you back the change.

Yuta knows that nothing of significance is happening, so he tries to force himself to relax. There's an internal voice within his head telling him that he was too unproductive today, because he knows that it's what you would tell him any other day. He worked out, did a training session, took a bath and now he is eating food that you paid for.

You come back to the room at eight. 

"Strip." You say, and Yuta stands up immediately to pull off his clothes. 

His first time truly having sex—was with you, of course. Every first that he’s had so far has been at your hands. you've had a chance to see how he works and how he ticks, knowing what arouses him better than even what he can comprehend.

You weren't a virgin when Yuta got you off for the first time, as you'd bragged about time and time again, reminding him that you lost your virginity in the bathroom of some fancy work gathering your father dragged you to. You were quick to tell him about all the times you'd made out with people and when you had your first kiss, laughing when Yuta would only nod because he had nothing to say in response.

Not when he’d never so much as kissed someone. He still hasn’t; you won’t kiss him, certainly not make out with him. So, Yuta has given head more times than he can count on his hands, been fucked by you just as much, but he’s never had the chance to so much as kiss another person. 

The version of you he sees at night is meaner than how you act during the day, and it makes Yuta shiver. In fear, or in anticipation, he's not truly sure—it might be both—but when you demand things from him in this sense, he can accept it more than the demands during the day.

You smirk as you push him onto your bed.

"God, your fucking body line is insane." you curse, reaching under the bed to get lube.

There is no patience for Yuta, there is usually no time for any kind of foreplay, and Yuta doesn't need any, because he is already hard the moment you asks him to do more than just give head, and if he isn't asked, it is just him pleasing you without it being reciprocated, and there's no need for him to be hard at all.

Of course, he is. But it's only because it's you.

You flip him over onto his stomach with force and he moans.

He hears the uncapping of a lube bottle and seconds later feels your first finger at his entrance, pushing into him without much resistance. 

It doesn't take long before you're working him open enough to take your middle finger along with your pointer, and Yuta moans again at the intrusion. 

Yuta's is not even the biggest fan of sex like this, but, anything you could do to him would arouse him, and despite you hating taking the time to do actual foreplay, you can find his prostate with ease, and that's enough to keep him satisfied.

Yuta buries his face in his arms with a quiet whine as you push two fingers onto it.

You laugh. "Found it, didn't I?" you ask, rhetorically, rubbing on the gland at making his body tense.

"Y-Yeah" He gasps anyway, his voice wobbly.

"God, you're so easy, just two fingers and you're already like this for me." You say and you remove them from Yuta's hole to apply more lube.

Yuta's legs twitch when you pushs in three fingers and curl them all the way to his prostate immediately. His voice pitches higher as a moan spills from his lips freely. 

You lean close to him, biting on his ear and murmuring, “You’re acting like such a slut today, moaning so much and I haven’t even stuck my dick in you yet.”

Your fingers don’t slow down against his prostate, in fact they speed up. Usually you get to the main event as quick as possible, while asking him to remain as silent as he physically can, but it seems you're feeling a little different today.

"Haah, f-fuck! Y/n!" he stutters, his eyes slipping closed as he buries his head in the pillows beneath it.

"Yeah? Feels good, huh?"

Your fingers massaging his prostate leave him gasping for air. He wonders if this even counts as foreplay, when you're just rushing him to an orgasm as quickly as he possibly can with your fingers, but whatever you're doing, it's working.

"Oh my God—" Yuta moans, meaning to say words after that, but the rest of his sentence just spilling out like gibberish as his body refuses to cooperate with him.

"Already? You're already fucking cock drunk and it's barely been five minutes." You tell him, slapping his ass with your free hand.

"Hnng~"

You laugh condescendingly. "Maybe I should do this more often. If I knew you could cum on my fingers in five minutes like a desperate bitch then I would've been trying to do it all along.”

Yuta bites his lip to prevent himself from responding, even though your words send lightning shooting down his spine. He focuses on the way your fingers move in tandem to make him feel so insane.

Your fingers aren’t particularly long, Yuta's own are much longer, but they’re thick and you knows how to use them well.

It’s as if you're intertwined, and maybe you are, after all, you know exactly how he ticks. You know how to get under his skin, whether that be mentally or physically, pushing all the right buttons to leave him a scrambled mess. You know the right words to say to cut Yuta to the core and leave him hurting, and you know what to say to leave him gasping and moaning. You know the spots that make him bruise easily just as well as you knows the spots that have him falling undone.

You knew how to find his prostate instantly, even the first time that you'd fucked him open with your fingers, despite telling never actually having done it before.

You are always harsh with your efforts and one to take, take, take, until Yuta is gasping for breath and clamping down on his mouth to keep quiet.

“You’re a pretty toy, Yuta. Always so pleased with whatever I do to you-” You tell him, “or, whatever I don’t.”

Yuta moans, gasping at the praise. His eyelids flutter and he can’t help the way that he reacts to your words. Praise from you always leaves him flustered, and during sex that desire to be praised is even more intense. When he gets it, it’s like a rush of pleasure bursting beneath him. 

“Fuck, 'm so close” 

“I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking. I didn’t even have to touch your dick” you say sardonically,

“Fine, cum for me then.”

You asked him to, and so, he does. His body locks up and his legs spasm as ropes of white cum shoot in between his stomach and the bed. His eyes rolled back into his skull as pleasure overcomes his senses, his vision going white as he moans, “Ah— Y/n!” 

His voice is pitched higher than either he or you have heard it before, raised as he gets lost in the throes of his pleasure. 

His orgasm crashes over him hard but fast, just as your fingers moved inside of him.

When his body completely melts into the bed, he registers the fact that you're is still sitting in between his spread legs.

“Hhh, sorry, Y/n.”

“Don’t worry, you squealing like a pornstar on my fingers was enough to keep me entertained for a little bit.”

You pull his hips up into the air and tug his head up by his hair as a whine falls from his lips.

"You're usually so quiet, because I tell you to be, but I think I enjoy you moaning like a slut for me just as much. You can barely keep your mouth shut, and it's hot that I turned you into such a mess so quickly."

"But now it's time for me to enjoy myself." You say, lowering your voice.

You push into him in one go, and though Yuta is already thoroughly stretched from the three fingers you gave him, your cock stretches him more. 

His eyes fly open and he slaps a hand over his mouth to avoid nearly yelling at the painfully pleasant feeling of your cock splitting him open, whatever amalgamation of words that were forcefully spilling from his lips thankfully muffled by his fingers.

“Ah, fuck. You’re tight even after three fingers.” you moan, and begin to fuck Yuta with no wait.

“Oh my God!” Yuta gasps again, breathless, because it feels like that’s the only word that will come out of his mouth at this point.

Your hands on his waist and hair are the only thing keeping him up in the air, as his legs feel weak and his thighs keep shaking.

“Fuck, uhng—” Yuta groans, his eyes falling closed as he slips away into euphoria.

“Y/n, Y/n, please!”

“Please what, bitch?” you grit out, hips already pistoning into him with abandon.

“Fuck me, oh fu- ah!” He gasps, his voice quickly pitching up with pleasure as you keep going.

He’s already past his first orgasm, and the second one is going to come much much faster, whereas you haven't even hit your first yet, still coherent and entirely in control as you'll likely remain, even as Yuta continues to fall apart in front of you.

His mouth spills high pitched “ah, ah, ah’s” in time with your quick thrusts, rhythmic and staccato as he can’t keep them back.  He feels so aroused that he feels dizzy; all the moans and words spilling from his mouth come out involuntarily and he can’t control the way his voice sounds or what he says anymore.

“It’s so good, Y/n!”

“You’re so fucking loud, Nakamoto.” you moan. “You want everyone left in the school to know you’re my bitch?”

“Fuck, fu—” Yuta chokes, his eyes blown back with lust, his iris’ barely visible.

“You can’t even keep your mouth shut for a second, what would people say if they knew you were such a cockslut, Nakamoto?” 

“Love it—oh fuck—when y-you fuck me—shit, Y/n,” Yuta whines, eyes halfway rolled back into his skull when the door opens.

Within seconds, before he can even process the door opening, the hand you had in his hair to pin him to the pillows throws him off the bed and onto the ground.

He hits the floor on his hurt left side with such force that it sends him rolling over twice. Disoriented, aroused and confused, he doesn’t even hear the students words, or your yelling at them to leave, though he knows that you are. Instead, he curls in on himself, hiding his dick from the view of the student that entered the room.

He doesn’t even know who that is, but they know him, He doesn’t need to look at the student to know that they probably are disgusted, looking at him, naked on the floor.

Because, you threw him off the bed to save your own ass. It would’ve been so easy to throw the sheets over you both, instead, but that would leave you in the bed together, and to you, being caught in bed with him probably isn't any better than being caught fucking him.

He is just disposable to you.

The student leaves and the door closes and he finally unfurls himself and rolls onto his back on the floor. 

Once again, you are glaring at him. 

He parts his mouth to say something, anything; to apologise to you for what happened— 

But, you beat him to it. “You couldn’t keep your fucking mouth shut, now you got us both caught and I didn’t even get to cum.”  you sneers.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t mean to, I couldn’t— we can continue if you'd like, I-I can get you off or we can go back to having sex if you'd prefer." Yuta tells you, his voice far past desperate and into the pleading territory as he tries to do anything to make it up to you.

He was loud, unable to hold back his noises as he purposefully would every other time you had sex, and it resulted in the two of you getting caught by another student. He's always quiet, intentional with his noises, gasping and panting and never allowing more than a hitched, muted moan to spill from his lips, because you always wanted him like that.

Today was the only, only, day he was loud and uninhibited with his moans and the one day he thought it was okay because he made himself useful to you today during that training session. 

But he'd ruined everything for both you, and there was no doubt within his mind that when he went downstairs to mingle with the rest of the students tomorrow, they'd look at him with disgust for enjoying being fucked like a bitch.

They'd finally have a reason for why he hangs around you, either they'll think you're dating or that Yuta is your willing cockslut, and with it being rumours, it's not like he'll be able to disprove them.

You could shut them up while he was in the room, quickly, but it wouldn't stop them from talking once he was gone, and they would, undoubtedly.

You scoff at him. "Fucking shut it, Nakamoto," you say, and Yuta nods.

You don't want to hear him talk anymore, but that doesn't stop you from stalking across the room and shoving his head down on you.

The second you cum, you grip his hair and shove his head towards the ground, walking away to get in the shower, leaving him with a softening hard on, sweating, hurt and open. 

He curls back up on the floor, his tears dripping onto the hardwood. He doesn't want you to see him cry, not when this was his fault anyways, but it hurts. 

But he's grown used to that. He's accepted it, just as he's accepted his place as your loyal lapdog, eating your scraps with pleasure, because it's all he'll recieve.

You're just his old childhood friend, turned aloof boss. You're just the person who give him a place to stay. That's all you are, at least in practicality. But to him, you are his everything, his reason for life, his purpose. Without you, he would be nothing, he would have nothing.

But that doesn't change his heart. It doesn't change his feelings.

Loving you hurts, because he knows you won't ever love him back.

Again: check out the full story here

[yeonjuns-girlfriend]

💕Sleepover with Soobin 💕

Genre: smut / oneshot

WARNING ⚠️: childhood friend theme,unprotected sexual activity’s , dom soobin , fem Y/n,

Word count : 1.3k

Summary: soobin invites you over late night for a sleepover

Not proof read sorry for typos in advance lol enjoy :)

You were out of town for a few days . You got back yesterday and you didn't get a chance to see Soobin ,your childhood best friend. He invited you to a sleepover at his house. Going to his house was nothing new but you had not spent a night with him since you were little back at his parents house. Two adults  having a sleepover is kinda silly if they're not romantically involved  but you know you'll have a good time and you miss him so of course you say yes with no hesitation. It was a Last minute thing you guys were going to wait till tomorrow to see eachother since it's already late but he invited you on a wim. 

You pack your bag with a few necessities and brand new cute pink pajamas you didn't even get a chance to try on but you were in a rush so you didn't really care about it. You uber to his house when you get there he meets you at the front door. You greet each other with a hug and some small talk  

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“y/n are you up for a movie?”

“Yeah i'll just get changed really quickly , you can put the movie on in the meantime ”

while changing you realize you messed up you should have made time to try on those pajamas before tossing them in your bag. The shorts are too short and the top is a little too small for your chest. Accentuating your cleavage making you feel embarrassed. He’ll definitely get the wrong impression and think your trying to Seduce him or something. while  you're deep in  thought about the situation Nearly freaking out about it you hear a knock at the bathroom door 

“Hey ,is everything ok ? i put the movie on “

“Yeah i'll be out in a sec”

You walk to the living room and sit on the couch you feel his eyes glued to you 

The lights are dim and the movie has started.your excitement overshadowed your embarrassment and you get carried away watching the movie. you're on the edge of your seat and your leg accidentally brushes up against soobin.You're so into the movie that you don't even realize When the action part is over you get a chance to look over at Soobin. his face was glowing red and he had an nervous look ,avoiding your eye contact

“Hey are you okay your face is really red is something wrong”

You notice he's holding a pillow on his lap

“What are you doing ”

“ i'm watching the movie just like you are”

“ ohh we forgot the popcorn do you mind getting it , i left it on the counter”

Soobin Stands up quickly tossing the pillow to the side when he returns with the popcorn he tries but fails to hide his boner when you see it you're a little taken aback by it . It makes you nervous but also turns you on. You can't deny how good looking he is,if your being honest you've always fantasized about what it would be like with him so …….You approach him “are you turned on right now”

“No ….what are you talking about”He tries to deny it but you've already seen it with your own eyes.You take the popcorn from him and place it back on the counter you stand in front of him and look him in the eyes putting one hand on his bulge he whimpers a little. 

“Does it make you Uncomfortable,seeing me like this?. I tried to Ignore it but I couldn't look away from you ,when your wearing that I couldn't resist thinking of you in a naughty way

“It's ok I understand ,I'm not uncomfortable with it , I can try to help you out. Would that be ok?” 

The moment is so romantic ,the way he just looks at you with lustful eyes. He holds your face brushing his thumb across your lips and you place your hand on his.

“Are you really ok with this?, i don't want to force myself on you”

You slip your other hand into his pants and begin stroking him “soobin,This is what i want” making him whimper a little more 

He looks away grabbing your hand guiding you to the couch . He sits down and gestures for you to sit next to him. You obey and when you're face to face he pulls you into a kiss.his soft lips making your heart pound and your body warms up welcoming his every touch . The air is hot and his sloppy kisses make your panties sopping  wet. You moan when he puts his hand on your upper thigh he begins touching you gently, when he feels how wet you are it turns him on even more making his cock drip pre cum. He wants to take you so badly but holds back because he doesn't want to hurt you. He pulls down your shorts and pulls your panties to the side before sliding one finger inside of you. Your arousal leaking out of you all over his long fingers. His pace picks up and he adds another finger .The room is filled with your soft shy moans as you lose yourself to the moment.

“Soobin i can't take much more of this i'm not gonna last” your words come out sloppy as you try to talk while his fingers are fucking you 

“y/n be good for me and just relax ” your walls squeeze together around his fingers after hearing him. And your body shakes from the orgasm that rushes over you. You loudly moan his name as he moves his fingers faster to carry you through your release.he slowly slips his fingers out of you 

“Y/n Clean it off for me” you open your mouth and he sticks his fingers in aggressively . you've never seen this side of him before. He's gone ferrell  .Before he could give you any more orders you get on your knees .When your head is between his legs you lay your face on his inner thigh rubbing your face against his cock through his pants . You pull them down just enough to let his cock come out. you look up at him while licking up his staff slowly from his base to his tip. You keep eye contact looking up at him as you deepthroat him, slobbering all over and gaining momentum he thrust his hips against you. Soobins moans get louder and hearing how sexy his moans are make you put in more effort . He's laid back on the couch all  out of breath. He puts a hand on the back of your neck to force his cock  deeper into your mouth. Your constant sucking  caused him to cum before he could warn you. He pulls it out of your mouth .It's still rock hard. He takes your hand again, caressing your body and positioning you so that you're bent over on the couch. He’s grabbing and slapping your ass. He finally takes off your panties and Immediately sticks it in. He's waited long enough he has to have you now he goes in so deep and so hard that you gasp for air. He took the air out of your lungs. Without giving you a second to get used to his size he fucks you with no breaks your ass stings from how hard he slams Against you. You try telling him it's too much for you but the only sounds you can make are cries of pleasure. His groans make it so much harder to form words. You think you might die from how hard he's taking you he grips your waist and thrust as hard as he can filling you up with his warm cum. He pulls out and enjoys watching his cream leak out of you.

[fortemelody]

I'm bored so imma send an ask but what are your Amy Rose headcanons?

HI HELLO IM SORRY THIS IS SO LATE!! i didn’t know how to answer it and then i got busy and then i forgot but i’m here now!

and tbh i still don’t entirely know how to answer it becus im not someone who makes headcannons very often. i usually just see some on my feed and be like “oh yeah that’s so them” and then immediately forget about it LMAO but i do have a couple even tho they are a bit basic and so i’ll try to describe those few in as great detail as possible

knuckles and amy are sibling 100%. they have that dynamic for sure! they train together and they tease each other. amy’s in the small demographic of few people he trusts too. many have also pointed out that they look similar and some people hc her as part echidna which im not really opposed to either

amy and shadow are definitely besties. whenever sonic is too stubborn to do “girly” things such as try on makeup for example, shadow would do that with her instead. he doesn’t care about his public image unlike sonic. music is something that brings them together too, seeing as we already know that they’re both swifties and went to hot honey! and she was the one who brought him back to his senses in the ending of SA2 (which btw im praying that the third movie has that scene aughdkftk). shadow has a clear soft spot for her that can only be brought out by amy. i feel like the next follow up question would be if i ship them and the answer is…not really?! i think it would be a situation where maybe amy is a bit touchy at times without realizing it and shadow blushes, or shadow does stuff to make sonic jealous (to clarify them hanging out in general is purely becus shadow wants to -not just an act so he can get back at sonic- but i think it would be funny if he would take the opportunity to brag about it when sonic gets on his nerves). i do not think either of them would actually date tho even with these one off situations and they are way better as platonic besties fr ong ‼️

this one is a bit random but i’ve always thought of amy being like… a starbucks addicted girly (in the world of mobius- not irl where they could possibly be funding a genocide 😭). and it’s kinda an ironic thing in my mind. yes, she’s the least ordinary girl you could get: wields a giant hammer, incredibly strong, is hyperfixated on and can use tarot cards as weapons, and has an indescribable intuition. however, calling back to the events of SA1, she really is just a normal hedgehog at the end of the day trying to lead a normal life. she had to learn all of these attributes, she wasn’t really born with an ability like the rest of team sonic. she also lived in an apartment for part of sonic x (i think?? haven’t watched the full series and i don’t remember everything) and actually liked it. so i think she would really enjoy simple more earth like customs. i think she honestly might be embarrassed of this fact too, seeing as she’s come all this way in her life just to resort to her old ways of living.

(…okay i’m gonna be honest that last one was a bit of a stretch and it originated from me and my friend calling her a basic white girl at one point as a joke LMAO but then i thought more about it and it kinda made sense once i put it into context)

the last one is a concept i kinda stole from a comic i saw a long time ago (i have no idea of the username- but if someone does lemme know). it was the idea that sonic started liking amy once she had started to move on, how the “chasing” kinda switched roles, and after she dialed down her “fangirling”. how sonic now wants her to be obsessed after she’s made so much progress in being her own person. i kinda wrote a fanfic based off of this and expanded upon my interpretation of it through amy’s POV. although i never posted it, i think the words i chose still capture it well so i’m just gonna copy and paste that:

“When Amy started to slowly change her childish and obnoxious mannerisms towards Sonic, he immediately felt more comfortable around her, and even started subtly reciprocating his feelings to her. Amy was obviously maturing no doubt about it, but she felt as if she had lost a part of herself in doing so. That side of her that would boldly protect and proclaim her love to him. That side to her that wouldn’t stop until she got her way. That side of her that was, as Jewel stated “…constantly following him”. She felt as if she had given up so much of her personality just to feel less incomplete, to have that soulmate she always dreamed about. On top of that, Sonic loved to come and go as he pleases. She knows that he was always going to be the adventuring type, but she wish more often that he would make an effort to chat or to invite her to tag along. Chaos knows when she tries to plan anything with him, she’s too paranoid for her own good, wondering if he’ll instantly interpret it as a date and chicken out.”

-different scene-

“Amy was surely blushing before, but nothing could’ve prepared her for that statement. She felt her heart beating, no, throbbing out of control. She looked like a full on tomato now. It’s always been her dream to dance with Sonic, but in the past he always ran away, so she gave up after several attempts. But this was the “new” her. He liked the “new” her, apparently enough to dance with him.”

(ik a lot of this doesn’t make sense without more context but uhhh this is getting too long already so if you wanna know details just DM me ig 💀)

and if it wasn’t obvious already- i take a lot of what is said in the twitter takeovers, tailstube, and idw comics to heart becus i think they have the most genuine and interesting versions of these characters and tell us about small details that we wouldn’t otherwise know. i not only make this info my hcs but also like to expand upon them and use them in my evidence- so that’s what most of the things i said above are referencing.

sooo yeah i think that’s all i got. sorry i guess a lot of these were more about dynamics of character interactions rather than amy herself… i hope that’s okay! tysm anon this was a lotta fun to answer and i hope to get more of these types of questions!!

[straycalamities]

how did you come up with making Entre? What inspired you?

the onceler LOL and homestuck

okay story time w chase ahem

so actually how i got into tumblr at all is very relevant to the chain of events that led to entre existing. so before here, i was mainly on a...particular art webbed site that was basically a sinking ship circa: 2010 so i forgot how i heard about tumblr? but i joined here at first just to do naruto comm rp. like my only account was a naruto rp account for the first... i dont remember how long

eventually i got curious enough to make a personal account and started being active on that. a bunch of my friendgroup from the other site moved with me and we were just hanging out being naruto nerds. at some point i got into homestuck/learned about the askblog format. i don't remember which came first, but i DID run kibanaru and flutterdash askblogs before the lorax was a blip on my radar

i remember when i was in the homestuck fandom, i was so used to the naruto fandom where like..sure it's huge but i had established myself in a corner of it and it felt very like... it was a community! and in the homestuck fandom i didn't feel like that at all. i felt swept out to sea and it was very lonely tbh aside from the friends id manage to drag with me into it, but i always felt a certain dissatisfaction from my time in it

a friend of mine was the one to show me the lorax and the once-ler. i don't...remember how THEY found him, but they were already very into him before they even came to me about him. and they basically nagged me into watching the movie LMFAO (this was when the movie was still freshly in theaters so all we had was shitty camrips and LiveStream was a thing) so i started to draw smexy onceler and oncest fanart to mess with them and...well y'know ye olde saying about doing things as a joke.

so yeah i kinda got...genuinely interested in him. especially after i watched the 72' short and reread the book and was like wait. this movie is mid as hell actually. (the siren song of mid media) and i was like "well if /i/ wrote the movie id do this n this n this n this" and then all that added up in my head and i was like wait.

what if i did a once-ler askblog where i just change certain things to what i like? it wasnt gonna be a complete revamp/remastering because i wanted to do a proper askblog so i wanted to have his character be recognizable to any fans of the onceler. and this was wayyyyy before anyone was getting the idea to do the very creative and expansive onceler takes we have these days as a norm. so it was kinda like? being shoehorned into being Canon!Once-ler because?? that's just how you did askblogs back then

BUT!! there were a few other askblogs already around back then (end of April 2012 for ref) so i didn't wanna do what everyone else was doing (very much Established Business Once-ler/Greed-ler, Vest-ler/Oncie, or Aftermath Once-ler) so i got the idea to do the onceler but! he's still very fresh and new to his business. still basically vest-ler/oncie in personality but with big things on the horizon.

i started creating his blog the weekend before may. that's why his birthday is May 1 because that's when i officially started his blog and posted his first post and all that. literally when he was born.

so yeah this was all to try and find my niche in a community again as well as do what i'd already been doing for years now: waving my headcanons in ppls faces via my art LMFAO

it was honestly pretty new for me in a bunch of ways so it was very scary. i even tried to keep it a total secret at first. i thought people wouldn't recognize me for my art style.... (yeah idk how i thought that'd work either) and i mean??? for the most part that was true because it's not like anyone in the once-ler fandom would've known me beforehand anyways

so for the first uhhh...idk it didn't last long tho..i was a secret mod, but i got too itchy about sharing art that i didn't wanna put on his blog so i broke that pretty quick. i had a lot of personal rules i put on myself on what to do/not to do on and with his blog. and i still, to this day, follow a handful of them. so when i drew other stuff that i didn't think fit on his blog, i was like well damn i wish i could show this somehow...

tho sometimes i wish i'd tried to keep up the secret mod shtick a little longer

anywho. from there it's kinda like..he really just grew on his own. new ideas, new inspiration, new experiences shaping this or that. now i can write him without touching him for years like i just picked him up yesterday. he's that wormed in my damn brain at this point. he's basically his own person sitting in my head telling me what to do with him/what he'd say

so yeah at first? it was just me trying to write a very accurate 2012 movie onceler with a few tweaks. and then he just grew organically into what he is now. that's still his root and so that's still the default direction i try to take, but he definitely has a lot of things that make him his own person at this point too. even on his main blog.

as for why he's so stupid goofy. well. that's because i like drawing dumb expressions. the end. and in the end i'm glad his main blog remained super unserious and lighthearted because it really helped me mentally a bunch (those random spikes in activity? yeah it was for my own mental health LMFAO he helps me...a lot...because of the escapism and comedy)

bonus: as for truffula flu entre. i don't remember if something in particular inspired me to make him the ender of the world. i just felt like it'd be a fitting story for the once-ler for him to be in that spot. and from there i just approached him how i thought someone like him would react were he to find himself in that position.

my goal was always to make him as human as possible. like he's technically the villain of this story, but he's also the protagonist. yaknow. so i wanted to really interweave those two ideas interestingly into his character (and now im obsessed w it)

originally i thought of truffula flu as everyone doing their own storylines. i didn't expect at all that everyone would adopt MINE as all of THEIR canons. that was LKFJSLDKF a big surprise for me i was like wait what. i guess it seems silly now in retrospect that i didn't expect that, but i was just like "well this is entre's story. ppl can do whatever else they want tho" but suddenly entre's story was everyone's story. and it's pretty cool i can't lie

[yikesharringrove]

ed steve being ghosted by billy and assuming it's bc of his body or weight

tw: eating disorder (anorexia) btw this is angst with happy ending

"So, um, yeah. Just call me back if you want to do something tomorrow night."

Steve hung up the phone, wiping his sweaty palm on the leg of his jeans.

He had had plans with Billy last night. Plans that, when Steve texted to confirm, never actually happened.

He had texted to see if Billy wanted to do something tonight.

No response.

Texted to say that he was free all weekend if Billy was available.

No response.

So, the phone call was his last-ditch effort.

He called Billy, said it's okay if he's too busy, but they could hang out tomorrow night. Steve's parents would be gone.

Usually, the promise of sex had Billy chomping at the bit to spend some time with Steve. Even if they weren't together they were mostly dating. Their hangouts didn't feel all that platonic, especially when they ended with serious make-out sessions, or with Billy spending the night in Steve's bed.

He bit at his nails, tossing his phone down on the bed next to him, flopping back to lie down.

He was trying not to overthink.

Billy is probably just busy. He's on the basketball team, and he's on the fucking Model U.N., and that stupid club (that Steve doesn't understand) eats up time like nothing else.

The bitchy voice in his head tells him that he's just too busy for Steve.

He's probably bored of him, anyway.

Steve really only has a handful of interesting things to say, and he tells the same stories again and again.

Plus, he's kinda gross.

He used to be good-looking, back when he was on the swim team and working out for hours every day.

He's not muscular anymore, he hasn't been in a while.

Once he quit sports, he was toeing the line of fat, and at least he isn't that anymore.

Well, he still is. Toeing the line, that is.

He's constantly trying not to put on more weight.

It's hard, when it seems that everything he eats goes right to his tummy, or his back, or his stupid stupid thighs.

He's been trying to keep everything under control.

He only eats once a day, if that, and he's been trying to skip when he can. He's been on an every-other-day eating streak for the past few days, and he's thinking, if Billy is so utterly disgusted by him, that he won't even respond, maybe he needs to widen that gap. See if he can go two days between.

The weight should stay off, and maybe, once he finally gets thin enough, maybe he can try again with Billy.

Once he's not quite so big, maybe he'll even let Billy fuck him with the lights on.

Or, maybe, Billy is simply done with him.

He's sick of Steve and his gross, ugly body, and ghosting him is the easiest way to do it. He doesn't have to even have to see Steve again. He can just go away and never have to look at him-

The window rattled, and Billy tumbled in unceremoniously, leaves in his hair and a cut on his cheek.

He grinned at Steve from the floor.

"Hey, Stevie."

"Billy, shit. What are you doing here?"

Steve sat up quickly, yanking the blanket over his legs, not wanting Billy to see him in such short shorts.

"My dad took my fucking phone. Something about breaking curfew, and I was super grounded last night, so I missed our date. He's fucking passed out by now, so, I thought I'd ninja my way in here."

He stood up, shaking the leaves out of his hair and dusting off his jeans.

Steve was still more than a little bit caught up on the missed our date part of what he'd said.

"Sorry? Date?"

Billy stared at him.

"Don't tell me you forgot. We were supposed to go to a movie yesterday."

"Yeah, I remember. I guess I just. I didn't know it was a date?"

And Billy, bless those big blue eyes of his, just kept staring at Steve.

And Steve was starting to feel a little squeamish about how much he was looking at him.

"Why wouldn't it be? I mean, did I just climb up that fucking stupid tree just to have you dump me, because that really-"

"No!" Steve said, wincing at how loud his voice was. "I just, I thought we were friends."

And then Billy's face went bright fucking red, and he looked down at his boots, probably getting dirt and mud on Steve's bedroom floor.

"Oh. Well, I'm sorry. I guess I misread, I mean. I'm sorry-"

Steve decided he'd have to throw caution to the wind here.

He tried to ignore the sight of his own legs, walking up to stand nearly toe-to-toe with Billy.

"I didn't think you liked me like that."

Billy looked back up at him, making quick eye contact before looking away again.

"I know what people say about me, but I don't just sleep with anyone."

"No, I mean I didn't think you liked me like that. I didn't think I was." Steve stopped himself. Now it was his turn to look away.

"What? Didn't think you were what?"

"Good enough," Steve breathed between them. "I'm not. You can do better."

Billy didn't say anything, and for one terrible moment, Steve thought he was going to agree. He was going to agree and leave the way he climbed in.

"Nah. Nothin' better than you."

Billy kissed him tenderly, and holy shit, how had Steve thought they were friends this whole time? Maybe he's a fucking idiot too-

"Stop thinking. Just let me kiss you, Baby."

It was easy to stop thinking while Billy kissed him. Because Billy kissed him like he was special.

Billy kissed Steve the same way Steve kissed Billy.

Like he loves him.

[nix-for-kix]

MORE WENCLAIR SNAKE AU

……..because I’m obsessed (I’m just gonna like info dump all the thoughts in my head so be prepared)

So one day Enid is going on a jog around campus and she sees this big ass snake on the side of the road on the brink of death and brought it to Wednesday and was crying and was like “fix her” and Wednesday was like “Like Taxidermy ?” And Enid was like “NO “ and then she’s like “fine my uncle taught me the joys of electroshock therapy” and fucking zaps the snake and that somehow works and they keep the snake and Enid names her fluffy and Wednesday absolutely hates the name but then Enid says something like “Her middle name can be Nero if you want” and Wednesday stops complaining about the name.

Wednesday and fluffy have very similar reactions to thing Enid says.

Enid: *crying over dog videos*

Fluffy and Wednesday: 😐

Fluffy Wednesday and Enid all go out to the woods whenever it’s a full moon and Enid and Fluffy play and shit and Wednesday watches (if thing finds a picture like the one below on Wednesday’s camera role then she’ll blackmail him into silence)

One day Enid takes Fluffy to class with her because….

E: it’s her birthday

W: Enid you found her in the side of the road half dead there is no way you know her birthday

E: I do too

W: pray tell how

E: Ajax told me

W: Ajax ?

E: yeah I take fluffy to go on play dates with Ajax so she can socialize with other snakes :)

W: snakes are know to be solitary creatures ?

E: well fluffy likes them right girl

F: *slithers around*

E: see

W: …..ok fine but that still doesn’t explain how you know today is her birthday

E: Oh she told Ajax’s snakes who then told me

Ajax and Enid share snake care tips

Oh yeah forgot to mention that Fluffy is a full grown black and white ball point python so do with that what you will.

She escaped from a zoo near Jericho and since the mayor is freshly dead and the sheriff was a bit preoccupied with a certain Hyde incident a rouge snake was the last thing on his mind so Fluffy just kinda slithered over towards Nevermore and got fuckin bodied by a car

Thing and fluffy are besties

E: ah shoot i forgot something in class, Thing could you watch Fluffy for a bit

T: (thumbs up)

E: you’re the best

*fluffy and thing look at each other*

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*Wednesday and Enid walk in seeing Thing riding Fluffy like a horse a tiny cowboy hat and bandana on the disembodied hand*

So even though Wednesday will never outright admit it, Fluffy has definitely grown on her. Like she loves that snake.

E: Wednesday have you seen fluffy ? I cant find her anywhere and its time for her to go to the vet for a check up

W: *in bed under the covers* and what make you think I know where she is

*covers move slightly as a bit of fluffy's tail peeks out of the covers*

*enid and wednesday just stare at each other*

E: *pulls back the covers to reveal fluffy tightly coiled around wednesday* really ????

W (to fluffy): I told you she would find out

F: *sad slithers*

Fluffy is the homophobic dog meme

Wednesday, Enid, Fluffy and Thing all watch movies together every Friday night after the Hyde incident it’s kind of a long-standing thing and very important to Enid. Wednesday acts like she could care less but if anything that she needs to do comes up on a Friday she reschedules or does it really fast to make at least some part of the movie night. Every week someone new gets to pick a movie so like Enid usually picks a romcoms, Wednesday always picks horror (the scream movies are her favorite) Thing picks silent movies, and Fluffy always picks Disney movies. One week it’s Fluffy’s turn to pick the movie but a new Scream movie had just came out and Wednesday really wanted to watch it so Wednesday bribed Fluffy

W: I realize it is your week to choose but might I interest you in this cinematic masterpiece

F:…

W: fine if you choose this movie I will personally find you a big juicy rat for you to eat from my collection

F: …

W: fine two

F: ….

W: you drive a hard bargain 3

F: *slithers approvingly*

W: pleasure doing business with you

Enid spends most of the movie curled into Wednesday’s side. (And while Wednesday did enjoy the scream franchise the werewolf practically sitting in her lap was a plus)

I am running out of space to write so imma reblog with some more

[pansexual-opera-house]

Kinda upset at Transformers: Rise of the Beasts... Spoilers Ahead, be warned. (Edited bc I'm dumb and forgot the mid-credits scene.)

Firstly, we got very little "beast" action compared to the Autobots. They were there and cool as hell, but we didn't see much of them in their other forms, or fighting, they just helped the plot along. It sucks because they had so much potential, yet we got "they're animals but ooh here look at Optimus, he's got explosions!"

Secondly, I spotted WAY too many Transformers: Prime "references". The giant spire that summoned unicron looked nearly IDENTICAL to Darkmount, the spire that Megatron erected in TFP. It was way too much to be "inspired by" to me. Also, Bee dying trying to save Prime and being brought back by some mystic energy which nobody knew was possible is another thing. (I'm less picky about that on its own but added onto the other things, it was too obvious to not call out.) There were a few more I can't remember, but I knew about halfway through the movie how it was gonna end not because it follows a timeline or was from Micheal Bay, but because it was a mix of both Transformers Prime movies.

The main human character, Noah, wears a fucking CORPSE, which just made me unsettled. Mirage dies giving Noah a suit made from himself. I thought maybe Noah would find a way to bring back Mirage or Mirage's spark would still be alive considering the suit HAS POWER. It still fires the guns and has a jetpack! It was even able to come off easy! I understand Mirage wasn't in the next chronological movie in the timeline, but that felt really cheap and just disgusting to watch. He literally was walking inside a corpse, and when I saw him pat the suit at the end, both I and the people I went to looked at each other in what I can only call shock.

Edit: I was wrong, Mirage wasn't dead, he was alive and I forgot about it. I'm gonna keep that part in because

1. It isn't revealed Mirage isn't dead until the mid credits scene so for a hot minute i was still really weirded out. And 2.I'm bitch enough to admit I was factually incorrect.

He was still wearing a fuckin' coma patient! (Though that's a little better than a corpse.)

The first time Optimus Prime fights Scourge, he gets his ass handed to him. I mean, he gets his ass beat so bad he can't even get up to save Bee. Then in the last fight sequence, he beats Scourge nearly flawlessly. I understand that he was injured because of Noah and Mirage and they both did some damage before Prime got there, but if I told a master of Tai Chi to only use one leg to stand on and let me punch him a few times but to still fuck me up, after I'd hit him, I'd STILL be on the ground in four seconds flat. And Scourge was still able to use his foot (although limited), so there's no excuse other than "plot convenience" and less-than-okay writing. It was messy and felt weak.

And the last twist, the G.I. Joe inclusion... I understand that maybe it was an answer to the question "Where do all the people go after the Autobots don't need them or they move on?" It's not my thing, but it's a nicer explanation than "They go on with life." But if they try to bring G.I.Joe and Transformers together, good luck. I'm into crossovers but that's a lot, and I don't know how much I'd be up to watch that. Maybe I'm in the minority (because the person I went with immediately looked at me with a gaping jaw excited as all hell) but that's gonna be hard to pull off. And given the past few movies, I'm not sure how well that's going to work out.

That being said, I liked a few things.

They make Wheeljack a Hispanic Nerd, which was a nice change compared to the "Rooty Tooty Aim and Shooty Badmouths" that we get a lot of in Tranformers. He was witty and a nerd and a damn "hippie van" and was just overall really cute.

Acree was a strong, independent femme bot who don't need no man. Not trying to point out "feminism shit" to make people mad, just trying to say usually Arcee is pictured with Optimus or some other mech, and she held not only her own, but Wheeljack's as well without seeming aggressive or spiteful about it. She just seemed like a bot who was bright pink, which I enjoyed.

In all, I give the movie a solid "Don't ever do that shit again" 5.5/10. Writing this I've changed my rating from 5 to 6 about four times so that's why it's got a .5.