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Hi idk if u have already written this if u have pls igonore but what about the first time bombshell reader calls Spencer beautiful?
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âGideon has a new prodigy.âÂ
Your head rises of its own accord. âYeah?âÂ
âHe's younger than you. Twenty three, I think Hotch said. Fresh out of college, two degrees and working on a third? Or maybe he was getting his doctorate? I couldn't keep up.â Morgan shakes his head in disapproval. âOvereducated and under-experienced. He failed his physicals. The ones he took, anyways.âÂ
âOoh, ouch. A baby on the team before me,â you joke with a smile. âGenius baby, but a baby.âÂ
Morgan smiles when you smile, he's too nice not to, but he picks up soon enough, crossing his arms where he's stood and wrinkling what was once a finely steamed suit jacket. âI don't know what Gideon's thinking.âÂ
âDoes anyone ever know what he's thinking? What's Hotch say about it all?âÂ
Morgan reads what you're typing from over your shoulder and corrects a mistake. One day you won't need his help, but for now you take as much of it as you can get. You're not too proud to acknowledge when you mess up, you're a realist. Super sensible (in mind if not action).Â
âHotch lets Gideon do what he wants, mostly. What can you do when he's one of the originals?â Morgan leans heavily onto his desk by the forearms and shrugs. Youâre similar in this regard; complain, move on. You're similar in other ways, too. That's why you get along.Â
âWell, I want to meet this guy,â you say. âWe'll be teammates just as soon as Strauss stops hating me. I'm one strategic boxed bouquet from a full pardon.â He laughs and touches your arm like he believes you. âIs he around?âÂ
âHere they are now.âÂ
You spin in Morgan's desk chair slowly. Jason Gideon is stalking through the office with his head in the contents of a manilla envelope, while a new face follows behind him talking a mile a minute.Â
âObviously,â you hear Gideon interrupt as they get close enough. âAgent Morgan can explain that to you. Don't overthink it, Spencer, just try to get through it.âÂ
He doesn't acknowledge you nor Morgan as he leaves Spencer and hurries up the steps leading to his and Hotch's offices. You aren't expecting much else from him. What little Gideon knows about you he doesn't like. If you ever get over the Strauss hurdle, it's him you'd have to convince next. You don't watch him cross the landing, your gaze focused on the man making his timid way toward you. Your lips part briefly, and then quirk into an overjoyed smile.Â
âOh, you're beautiful,â you say without thinking.Â
He frowns at you.Â
âReid,â Morgan interrupts, âThis is Y/N L/N. She works in the sex crimes division. As you can imagine, we get a lot of crossover.â You stand, holding out your hand. âY/N, this is Spencer Reid.âÂ
âI don't shake. Sorry.âÂ
You press your hand to your chest. âOh, that's okay. I shouldn't assumeâŠâ Your voice melds into a silkiness that has his shapely brows furrowing further, âIt's nice to meet you, Spencer Reid. You're really pretty, do you know that?âÂ
Spencer peeks at Morgan quickly, who laughs good-naturedly. âShe's serious, Reid. She's not making fun of you.âÂ
âYou'd know,â Spencer says. It isn't malicious, but it isn't exactly friendly, either.
You twist to frown at Morgan deeply. âMorgan, you're not being nice to him?âÂ
âI'm being plenty nice, sweetheart, but this is how it works. I gotta haze him a little.âÂ
âNo, you don't.â You tip your cheek toward your shoulder to look at Spencer through your lashes. âHe pretends to be worse than he is, I promise. But don't let him neg you, okay? You're smarter than he isââÂ
âHey.âÂ
ââand he's used to being the office pretty boy. It's jealousy, nothing else,â you finish. Spencer really is gorgeous now you're close enough to see his eyes. A brown like caramelised sugar tented by dark, dark eyelashes. When he smiles, the very slightest hint of teeth shows, and it makes him even prettier. You endeavour to make him smile again. âSorry if I'm coming off a little strong. It's not my intention.âÂ
âShe's just nervous. You have everything she wants,â Morgan says.Â
You sigh forlornly. âOh, doesn't he?â Spencer's confused pout is even cuter than his smile. âGetting into the BAU is about as easy as walking on water.âÂ
âFor a human,â Spencer says. âEasier if you're smaller. Like a water strider.âÂ
There's a silence. Morgan is aghast, you think. You're in love.Â
âYeah?â you ask, stars in your eyes as his own spark to life.Â
âBecause water strider's can transfer their weight, but also due to their hydrofuge hairpiles. Their microhairs.â He catches himself, measuring your expression carefully. âDid you really wanna know?âÂ
âDo you wanna get a cup of coffee and tell me about it?â you ask.Â
His lips part as yours had when you first saw him.Â
He's prevented from answering as Hotch's office door opens and the man himself walks out near the railing. âGood, youâre here. I have something to talk to you about.âÂ
You grin at him. âI'd love to chat, Agent Hotchner, but I'm getting to know your new protĂ©gĂ©.â
âI see.â He waits.Â
You would ignore him âHotch has a soft spot for you (or rather, he likes you enough to put up with you, which is more than can be said about other members of his division) and he'd shrug off your dismissalâ but you're really keen to hear what he has to say. Perhaps Strauss has changed her mind about your proposed trail basis with the team.Â
âI'm so sorry,â you say to Spencer, immediately re-dazzled by his pretty, lovely face. âIt was really nice to meet you, Spencer Reid. Maybe next time you can tell me more about it.âÂ
You give Morgan a quick thank you for the help with your paperwork and trust him to log out of your emails. In your rush up the stairs, you hear a wisp of conversation.Â
âWas she messing with me?âÂ
Morgan laughs. âNo, kid. That's how she is.âÂ
"Oh... She's nice."
"You have no idea."
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never say sorry -sub!art donaldson x fem!reader smut
notes- this was literally supposed to be super short but i got carried away cause i am a whore (and proud of it)
cw- art is a little insecure:( , mentions of him having sex with tashi before (NO TASHI SLANDER I LOVE MY GIRL BUT IT'S FOR THE PLOTđ) , he cums prematurely (like...really..) art's a whiny little slut, art keeps calling reader love ( i got a thing for that pet name sorry y'all) , reader calls art 'artie' once cus it's cute&idc.
thinking about art constantly apologizing while having sex :( like ur unzipping his pants and he's already bucking his hips up into your hand, and then immediately muttering "sorry":(( my babyyy
so at first you think that okay, whatever, it's just something that slips out
but then he does it SO many times that you're actually starting to be concerned
like, you're giving him head and he moans a little too loudly- he's apologizing again. while kissing, you pull back for air and he still follows you, mouth half-open, wanting more - but then he realizes and he apologizes again.
but one time he really caught you off guard-
it had been a long day for him, spending almost all day training for his upcoming match. he barely had any time to rest, so he comes back to his dorm, taking off his shirt and pants, getting into bed with you only with his baby-blue boxer briefs on.
he kisses you. he's so fucking tired, but he still kisses you. 'cause he needs you, especially after the day he just had. you could feel his hard cock, practically begging you to take his boxers off.
"please love, wanna see you" he says while tugging at your top, watery eyes glistening with tears waiting to be spilled.
you take it off and unclasp your bra, little whimpers leaving his lips at the sight of you over him, with your tits out. you would love to take your time with him, really. to hear him beg and plead for you. but he's so eager, and so polite about it too- you just can't do that to him right now. so when you take off his boxers, his cock immediately jumps up, slapping his lower abdomen, right over his strawberry-blond happy trail.
"aww baby, look at you. you're so pretty aren't you?" you smile down at him, admiring how his legs shake slightly at every word you say. "hmm? aren't you?" you repeat. "mmghn- yeah, i- uhh i am" he says, eyes almost rolling back from the lack of touch. "you're what? say it." he sighs. you do this a lot. 'self love is important' you usually tell him- but not now. not when his dick is out, aching and leaking and begging to be touched. but just for the sake of it- just because he wants to please you, he says it. "i'm pretty"
"good boy," you coo, finally bringing a finger down to his cock, only to circle his pink, wet tip. and with that, he loses it. his mind goes blank, and he can't help it- all the waiting, the anticipating made him lose control of his body. he really didn't want to cum, he wanted to be good for you, but you were just so hot, he couldn't hold back. so immediately after his white, thick and warm liquid lands partially on his stomach and a bit on your hand, he starts babbling out apologies.
"i'm sorry, i'm so sorry love, please don't be mad, please- i'll clean up after myself- oh my god i'm so sorry-" he was so obviously tired, he could barely make up the words, yet he still continued apologizing. until you cut him off.
"art, baby- you dont need to apologize to me! what's up with this" you ask, softly. "you know i love making you feel good. and it's even better when i get feedback like this" you giggle. his cheeks turn bright pink as he covers his face.
"but i literally came the second you touched me" he mumbles, shyly.
you kiss his shoulder, smiling. "and it was hot."
"i- I don't know how to explain it to you, love- i just don't want to disappoint you. tashi used to hate it when i did any of this, she hated hearing me, and stuff like that- sometimes it made me feel like i was an object to her or something, y-you know? she'd get mad at me, and uh- it wasn't great."
"oh." you could actually feel your heart breaking for the boy. he was so sweet, he never deserved any of that. "well i'm not tashi, and i definitely won't get mad at you for anything like that. i like hearing you, and believe it or not, this was really fucking hot. you're letting me know i'm making you feel good. what's wrong with that?"
"just don't wanna upset you." art shrugs.
"i promise you artie, you could never upset me." you peck his lips and he smiles. "now let's clean you up"
#art donaldson x reader#art donaldson smut#art donaldson fic#challengers fanfic#mike faist x reader#challengers smut#challengers x reader#patrick zweig x reader#artpatrick#mike faist smut#mike faist#challengers movie#challengers 2024#patrick zweig#tashi duncan#josh oconnor#josh o'connor#sub art donaldson#smut#x reader#dom reader
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Imagine getting isekaiâed into otome game as a background character, watching the main character going down routes as you live your peaceful, mundane life, but youâve unknowingly been going down a route as well, a route for a hidden character that you didnât discover during your time playing the game.
That character being the reason the game has a dark content warning.
Gosh anon, that idea is so good!!!! I didn't know it would tickle all the right places in my brain, but when I started I couldn't stop lol. Love it, thank you for sending it in â„
If this had one of these super long titles that are tmi it would be:
I got Isekai'ed into an Otome Game as a Background Character and now I Have to Finish It with the Secret Yandere Love Interest!!
»»ââââââââ ⥠ââââââââ««   Â
A serene smile spread over your lips as you watched the two lovebirds in the corner of your coffee shop.
Swirling the milk into a cup, it created a little white heart surrounded by foamy coffee, its aroma drifting into your nose. Had someone told you that the little things like a cup of coffee made with love and care were enough to give you the peace of mind you always wanted in your previous life, you would have laughed at them. For you, it had always been the hustle, the making money, finding a partner, and creating a family. Make everyone proud while being successful, whether it costs you nights of sleep or days without proper meals. But looking at yourself now, it all seemed so far away now, and you let out a content sigh before setting down the cup in front of the customer at the bar.Â
"You seem happy today," your regular at the counter noted, picking up the cup and taking a moment to appreciate the aroma just like you had. A smile sneaked onto their lips, too, after they took a sip, and you couldn't help but feel your heart swell with pride and happiness when they gave you a satisfied nod.Â
"I am! I'm really getting accustomed to my new life here, it's... been a while since I've been so content."
The truth behind everything that happened to you was something you couldn't speak about lightly. Not when it turned the life you knew upside down, leaving you to start over completely. One day you were an employee of a well-known company, responsible for sales and reports and everything stressful. And the next, you were in your favorite, cozy video game, running the coffee shop the main character liked to visit with all the romance options in the game.
Isekai was the genre that came to mind when you thought about your situation. Luckily you were spared the memories of your death in the real world, the circumstances blurry as you barely remembered going home late from work, only to wake up in this very different universe. Perhaps you were just comatose, and this was a dream. Still, by now, you had managed to slip into your role as the barista of the small coffee shop, a barely mentioned background character, just fine.
Your eyes jumped back to the couple in the corner, giggling and teasing each other over a group project, and you felt an immense relief you weren't reincarnated as the main protagonist and had to go through the years of studying and trying to establish connections with the love interests again. You already did that in your old life, and it wasn't as romantic and fun as the game made it out to be. You only played it because it got your mind off things, the art was pretty, and it had the exact amount of cozy time management you needed to relax. But living as the main character in it? No, thank you!
"Jealous?" your regular teased, and you chuckled, shaking your head. They tapped theirânow emptyâcup, and you took it from them, replacing it with some water until you had the next cup of coffee ready for them.
"I just think it's cute. I never had someone so interested in me they'd take me out for coffee and share their cake with me when I was younger."
Your words tasted a little bitter on your tongue. Still, you genuinely couldn't wish for anything but the main character's happiness. It was just the feeling of being loved, desired, and wanted that you missed, even though your new life was more than satisfactory despite you feeling a little lonely sometimes.
"Well, it's never too late to start," they chuckled, taking up their fork and cutting off the tip of their strawberry shortcake, including the big chunk of strawberry on top, picking it up and holding it out towards you.Â
"Oh, I wouldn't dare--"
"I insist! As thanks for the amazing coffee every time I come here."
Nudging your lips with their fork, you let out an awkward chuckle. It was okay, right? They wouldn't sue you for eating the cake they paid for, would they? This was just a silly little game. What could go wrong with you accepting their kindness?
Opening your lips, you let them feed you the cake, taking a moment to let the sweet and fruity notes mix with the fluffy whip cream before you were sent straight to heaven. Not to toot your own horn, but your baking skills had improved so much since you started working at the shop. Who knew you had that in you?
Occupied with the moment of bliss as you let the cake flavor mix in your mouth, you hummed happily before devoting yourself back to making the coffee with a smile on your face. Unaware of your regular fixating on the fork you had just eaten from, staring at it like it was some strange artifact. Your phone dinged softly in its drawer, and you checked it briefly to see the notification pinging up, saying, "Achievement unlocked: Cake-Master - Provide the most delicious cake to your customers."
"Excuse me!" the main character called out to you, stepping up to the counter, and you directed your attention to her, ignoring the little game notification you've been receiving since starting your new life here, the love interest not far away before the two began fighting over who was going to pay the bill this time lovingly. Of course, the love interest won, but you wouldn't have expected it any other way. Seeing the blush on the main character's face after her romance option told her he'd "always take care" of her made you grin like a little fan, and you cheered them on in your head.Â
By the time you returned to your regular, their knuckles had gone white with how hard they were gripping the fork in their hand, their eyes following the couple who was about to leave. For a moment, it made you wonder if they had a crush on either of them, their sweet interaction surely uncomfortable if that was the case. But you didn't remember there being a jealousy scene in the game. You'd know, almost playing it 100% before your death. There apparently was a secret route you never got but were trying your hardest to achieve. Now you were left to wonder what it entailed.
But the second you returned, they looked up at you, expression softening and the tension disappearing, and you chalked it up to having witnessed a cringe moment that they had gotten so awkward. "Thank you for the cake, that was really nice of you! Do you want another fork?" you asked and were met with a headshake and a smile.Â
They quickly began eating their cake and complimenting your baking skills, stroking your growing ego when they rubbed their belly.Â
"I never had a cake that good!" they proclaimed, and you laughed out loud, overjoyed that you had made them so happy.Â
"Say..." they suddenly spoke up again, leaning on the counter and watching you with gentle eyes. Your heart set out for a second, tension rising as you didn't know what they were going to ask. Ever since you opened the coffee shop, the main character, love interests, and this regular had come by constantly. If you were honest, you enjoyed their visits more and more. Their presence felt like it belonged here with you, and you were a part of something bigger after all, washing away the small, lonely part of you.Â
And maybe... just maybe... this was how your happy end would play out.
"Are you this nice to every customer?"
Halting your movements, you set aside the brew head that you used on the espresso machine, despite having to clean it, thinking about your answer for a moment. It was a strange question to ask someone who worked in customer service. Still, you appreciated your regular, so you didn't want to give them a snarky answer.
"Uhm, well, I am just trying to make everyone feel welcome! But of course, it's a bit different with my regulars! After all, they come here often, like a second family. So I guess I'm a bit nicer because you really get to know and appreciate these people that stay to chat and tell stories."
"I see," they muttered. "Family, huh..."
After that, you suddenly were swamped with sudden orders, excusing yourself to fulfill them, chatting and laughing with even the people that were just passing by. Maybe you really were just nice? Perhaps this new environment had made you more relaxed and gentle than the harsh world you lived in, and it was showing? But their question was shoved into the back of your mind as you kept fulfilling orders and earning your keep.
Once the rush was over, you returned to your regular, only to find their seat empty. Strange, you thought. You could have sworn that you felt their eyes on you the whole time you were away, but luckily, they didn't walk out on their tab, leaving the money and a folded-up napkin beneath their empty cup for you to find. You quickly stored away the bills, trusting your regular with knowing what they had to pay after so many weeks of the same order.
You were about to throw away their napkin when you noticed some red marks on them, unwrapping the paper to find a note scribbled in what you had to assume was ink.Â
"You're so beautiful when you laugh."
The surprise wore off quite fast, and you smiled, thinking nothing of it but that it was a nice compliment from your regular. Still, you ended up throwing the napkin awayânot knowing if it was dirty, after allâtaking the coffee cup and plate to the sink to clean them, overseeing the red tip on the fork that was too dark to be from the strawberry.
The rest of your day was uneventful, and by the time you were closing, you were tired and ready to tug in for the night, wrapping up your business at the shop quickly before walking home. You didn't have a chance to look at your phone since you glanced at the achievement notification, so you took it out, startled when you saw a dozen new messages.Â
Achievement unlocked: Happy new life - Be content with your new life
Achievement unlocked: A fork for two! - Share a fork with someone special
Achievement unlocked: Jealousy - Make someone special jealous
Achievement unlocked: Soothing - Calm someone special down with your presence
Achievement unlocked: Family - Have someone be moved by your words
Achievement unlocked: The nicest person in town - Be beloved by all, but especially by someone special
Achievement unlocked: Blood in the cup - Have someone hurt themselves at your coffee shop
Achievement unlocked: Wonder-Barista - Complete twenty orders in less than thirty minutes
Achievement unlocked: Strange compliment - Receive a compliment through unusual means
Achievement unlocked: Blooming infatuation - Have someone special fall in love with you
Achievement unlocked: Shop-Pro! - Close the shop twenty times after making a profit from your work
Achievement unlocked: Tired - Hard workers deserve to relax
You blinked a few times, surprised by what you were reading and a little weirded out by some of these achievements. They gave you some extra coins in your shop till and reputation with the townspeople, so you usually didn't mind them. But to say some of their descriptions were weird was an understatement. You couldn't even remember someone getting hurt at your workplace that day.
By the time you reached your apartment, you decided to ignore the strange notifications and just let the day come to an end with a hot bath and your favorite show. But you were startled when your phone suddenly began ringing loudly, even though you had turned off the sound back at the coffee shop after the first notification. The first messages that appeared before you were more achievements, and you stopped turning the key in your door as you read them.
Achievement unlocked: Follower - Have someone special follow you home
Achievement unlocked: Welcome home! - Arrive at home, not alone
Achievement unlocked: Wherever you go, I'll be watching you -Â Æ ÎÎ ÎĆĆŽÎÂ„Ć ĆŽÎĆŠÄÄŠÆĆÇ€ „Ăở
Lifting your head, you looked around you, glancing over your shoulder and into the courtyard below. No one was out; everyone was at home eating dinner and occupied with their lives. Confused, you swiped all the notifications away before another pop-up appeared.
ALERT! You're about to enter X's route. Do you want to continue?
>Â Yes > No
Panicked at this point, you pressed "No," but nothing happened. You kept tapping it repeatedly, not understanding what was happening with your phone. But nothing changed, the notification staying in place. The sound of something breaking inside your apartment tore your focus away from your phone, startling you.Â
You must have finally managed to close it, the pop-up disappearing just as you unlocked the door to your apartment, still having held on to the key when you were surprised by the sound. Darkness and silence greeted you from inside, everything seemingly normal.
Majorly confused, you shook your head, slowly entering the hallway leading inside. "Hello?" you called out, reaching for the light switch. The light flickered on, and... there was no one. Holding your breath, no sound reached your ears, and you groaned, realizing you got freaked out about... nothing.Â
This wasn't some kind of horror game, and the story never had a murder-solving subplot. True, the ratings for it were kind of strangeâit being rated as 18+ on the websiteâbut seriously, what should happen in a cozy little city like the one the game played in? You didn't even think they had a police station here.
Pushing off your shoes as you shrugged off the weird feeling from before, you walked up the hallway to your living room, turning on the light before coming to an abrupt halt. There were broken pieces of glass underneath your living room window, but what really freaked you out came into view only when you lifted your head. You could look into the mirror of your cabinet door from your position, red marker dripping from it as if someone had hastily scribbled on it just seconds ago. You weren't sure it was a pen anymore, judging by its deep red color and the fluidity of it.
"đȘ đžđȘđŽđ© đșđ°đ¶'đ„ đ°đŻđđș đđąđ¶đšđ© đ§đ°đł đźđŠ đȘđ” đ„đłđȘđ·đŠđŽ đźđŠ đ€đłđąđ»đș"
Your phone pinged.
Achievement unlocked:Â
On the Highway to Hell - Unlock the secret route
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ââąâŠ THE BOY IS MINE
OIKAWA, KUROO, BOKUTO showing you that he belongs to you and you to him
⥠NOTES âź I'M BACCKKK! and I'm super excited, can;t wait to fangirl w/ y'all! I'm gonna cri đ I miss my boys sm T^T bokuto's made me giddy and kuroo's got me smiling like shit...don't get me started with oikawa!
OIKAWA
You were on the sidelines watching the man you adored so much being adored by so many other girls. No lies, some of them were prettier than you, youâd think. They could be a good match for your boyfriend. Â
Still, you didnât bother. Tooru always assured you of your worth and how perfect you were for him in every senseââthe most beautiful in his eyes. Â
Tooru delivered an impactful serve, and the crowd cheered including the other girls beside you. Even from afar, he sent you a smile with a matching flirty wink. The girls squealed with so much giddiness, probably thinking it was for them.
He cast another glance at you, which you returned primly. Â
You were always his number one fan. You might not be on par with him when it came to Volleyball, but you didnât mind being his cheerleader, his anchor and the source of his strength whenever heâd feel inadequate. Â
You were secured and not moved by how many fangirls he had until now. The reporter pulled Tooru to the side together with a known female Volleyball player whoâs around the same age as him. Â
The two of them were the top players of their teamsâthe most competent. The reporter and everybody else simply admired seeing the both of them side by side. Â
âOh! They look so good together!â You heard those around you murmured. Â
âMaybe theyâre dating...â The others speculated.Â
A bitter sting gnawed inside you. The image of Tooru happily playing Volleyball with a partner who could really challenge him head-to-head was making it difficult for you to breathe. Â
You were lost in your thoughts when you suddenly felt a hand around your wrist, gently dragging you somewhere. Â
T-Tooru? Â
He brought you by his side and laced his arm firmly around you.Â
âPractice and perseverance are totally the keys in winning but for me itâs not just that,â Tooru responded to the reporter. âWe all need a lucky charm, I tell you.â He pulled you closer to him, shifting his gaze to lovingly study your face, saying, âAnd I got mine right here.â Â
You blushed, feeling the heat crawling all over your face. The crowd squealed and hollered yet they didnât matter in that moment. Â
The reporter ended the interview with lighthearted teasing directed at you and Tooru, prompting the start of the last match. Â
âHow âbout a good luck kiss, huh?â He teased. Â
âW-Whatâre y-â You werenât even able to finish as he already placed a sweet peck on your lips. âTooru!â You complained when he parted, and he replied by playfully sticking his tongue out. Â
Your fingers travelled your lips. Perhaps, youâve got nothing to worry about after all. Â
KUROO
Itâs a big day for you and your boyfriend. It would be the first time heâd be giving a welcome remarks to open his institutionâs black-tie event. You were even proud to be the one who did his speech. Â
As his extra special plus one, he never left your side with both of you just keeping things, hands to yourself, acting as a professional and sober couple.Â
However, you were bothered to say the least. You always knew that you had a fine boyfriend. He looked straight out of a novel after all. Tall, handsome and with a good suit to complete the look. Â
Tetsurou seemed like every billionaire bad boy in the books youâd encounter in bookstoresâ new adult section. Itâs no wonder that the girls in his company party all had their eyes on him like heâs a piece of hunky meat theyâd jump on at any moment.Â
Deep inside, youâd want to be swallowed by the universe below. You were never insecure about your looks, well, maybe sometimes you were like right now! Were you not even pretty enough for them to keep their attraction to themselves? Were you not playing the eye candy part so well? Â
Do you even look good beside him?Â
Black dress, pretty face and hypnotic smile all amplified by the sweet scent of honeyâyouâre Kurooâs most prized possession, not that he treats you as an object. Well, yes, to put it simply youâre the object of his desires, adoration and affection. Â
Wasnât it obvious that you were with him? Yeah right, call him petty, but he couldnât bear the eyes of these bastards on you. Â
Hell, pretty was even an understatement when it came to you. As much as he wanted you to be revered for being the goddess that you are, he still couldn't accept all the gawking youâre receiving and him being disregarded like he wasnât even there when heâs the boyfriend, the future husband and the forever person. Â
He promised heâd behave himself and keep the PDA on low since todayâs a formal event, but it looked like he wonât be keeping up with that anymore.Â
Jolted, your shoulders rose as Tetsu slithered his arm around your waist. He tugged you closer to him so you were both attached to the hip. You just froze in surprise when he leaned, placed a kiss on your forearm and dropped another one on your shoulder. Â
You felt the heat rushing to your face. Your eyes held his as they met. âWhat...what are you doing?â you whispered and he propped his chin on your shoulder. Â
âShowing them who you belong to.âÂ
Internally, youâre partying. Youâd be lying to say that you didnât want that because you definitely want to show all these girls that Tetsu would only have his eyes on you. âOkay, just donât overdo it.âÂ
A lopsided grin appeared on his face. âNot very sure about that.âÂ
BOKUTO
At last, your fiancĂ©, superstar athlete Bokuto Koutaro, will be arriving home tonight. It has been several months since heâs been away to train and to participate in the Olympics. Now, heâll be coming home after playing with his utmost best. Â
You were standing, waiting for him in anticipation at the airport. This was the moment youâd been waiting for and your face immediately lit up after seeing him walk from the arrivals. His eyes were still sleepy with his pillow still latched around his neck. Â
In anticipation, you took a step forward approaching him, but the reporters and his fans beat you to it. Now, heâs swarmed with the crowd taking pictures and asking him questions. Some of them were even bumping into you and all you could do was watch. You were just a mere ordinary citizen, lurking in the shadows of those who admire him. Â
You clutch on your chest. You were truly happy for him. Genuinely happy for the recognition heâs receiving. He deserved every bit of it, but...How youâd wish to be closer to him. Be the home he goes back to where he could be just Koutarou, the loving and silly boy you came to love. You just missed him so much.Â
A bitter smile appeared on your face, surrendering to your fate until his eyes met yours across the sea of people. He glowed radiantly, beaming at the sight of you. Without hesitation and despite everybody else around, he made a way for himself towards you.Â
With so much excitement, you yelped as he hugged you tight and carried you that your legs hooked around him in reflex. Koutarou peppered kisses over your face cooing so lovely that he finally got to see and be with his most adorable Y/N. You giggled, getting a little ticklish with his kisses. Â
âBabe, babe! Not here!â You protest in middle of chuckling. âThere are people around.âÂ
Koutarou pouted. âBut I miss you so much.âÂ
âMe too,â you said in a wide grin and he giggled like a school kid finally getting his favorite toy as present. Â
He rubbed his nose against yours. âLetâs go home!âÂ
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goodnight n go
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| member â fwb!vernon x f reader â
| genre â smut, angst, non-idol au, happy ending, fwb to lovers â
| word count â 10.2k
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| synopsis â you keep coming back for more, but every night ends the same. maybe this time things will be different.
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| warnings â guitarist!vernon, rock band!hhu, mentions of alcohol, vernon has commitment issues (but he gets over it) â
| smut warnings â descriptions of female anatomy, consensual drunk sex, car sex, oral (reader receiving), fingering, piv, making out, multiple orgasms, pussy drunk vernon (he's down baddd), some aftercare â
| notes â thanks to @onlymingyus for always being the best and to @wonustars for proofreading !! i did not intend for this fic to be this long but i'm actually really proud of how it turned out so i hope you like it!! also i often make playlists for my fics but i never share them, but i've been listening to this one for months while i've been writing this fic so i'll link it so you can listen too. if you enjoy this fic, please reblog and let me know in the tags!! reblogs are super important to tumblr and they help motivate me to keep writing more like this :)
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âhey, you wanna get drinks tonight?â
as usual, thatâs how it starts.
you probably should have said no. youâd played this game before. you knew exactly what hansol meant when he offered to hang out after band practice, because it was never just âhanging outâ.
you donât even know why you still go to practices anymore. for a long time youâd avoided them; it wasnât really your style, and you were never interested in being a groupie for their local gigs. your roommate seungcheol always invited you to every practice and every time you declined with the excuse of homework or other plans, but cheol finally convinced you to come just one time.
at first, it had been because he wanted you to hear a new song they were working on and heâd wanted to know how you liked it before they played it at an upcoming show. but then heâd introduced you to the rest of his bandmates, and after that there was no going back.
you couldnât help the way your eyes always gravitated towards hansol, who insisted that you call him his real name instead of his stage name that everyone else called him. from the very first practice, you were captivated by him: the way his long fingers seem to dance along the neck of his guitar so effortlessly, the way his voice rasps when he sings, the way your breath catches in your throat when he grips the microphone stand and rolls his head back, lips parted in ecstasy.
heâs addictive, and itâs exactly the reason why you find yourself in the backseat of his car over and over again.
every time, it was easy to pretend that things would be different. youâd walk into the bar together and sit at the table in the back, order a few drinks, chat for a while about nothing. did you like the new stuff we played tonight? yeah, i know cheol is really excited to perform it saturday. you been doing any writing lately? mmm, a little. iâve been feeling inspired. we could go back to my place and i could show you. except he never does.
hansol wasnât a bad guy. he always paid for your drinks no matter how many times you offered to pick up the tab, he was polite, he listened to what you had to say. he just didnât want more than that, and thatâs where it all fell apart. youâd screw around for a while, then youâd part ways and wouldnât speak to each other until next week. you never went to see them play shows, he never texted, you never called, never went on a real date besides meeting in the same bar down the street every thursday night after practice.
he seemed fine with that. you werenât. and yet every time, you ended up back in his arms.
he groans into your mouth, pushing his hips into you and pinning you harder against the faded leather seats of his old honda. his lips are sloppy but eager, messily pressing his mouth into yours as his fingers tangle in the hair at the base of your neck. you can taste the beer and smoke on his breath, but for some reason it doesnât bother you. maybe youâre used to it, or maybe itâs just because itâs him. you donât want to know which reason is the truth.
he kisses you until youâre dizzy, and you canât tell if itâs from the alcohol or from the thrill of kissing him once again. itâs a high youâre convinced youâll never get tired of, although youâre not quite sure yet if itâs one that he will.
hansol always lets you set the pace, but tonight he canât seem to keep his hands to himself. both of your shirts met the floor of his car what seems like hours ago, leaving you in just your bra and pants as he makes out with you as if itâs the first and last time heâll get that chance. his fingers breeze over your waist the same way they breeze over his guitar strings when he plays: careful yet greedy, each touch intentional yet impulsive as he grips your waist.
he drags his fingers higher and it sends a shiver down your spine, arching your hips up against him and rolling your head back against the seatâs headrest. if thereâs only one upside to this relationship, itâs that heâs good at this. really good. if he werenât, then you wouldnât have spent so many nights letting him fuck you in the parking lot of your shitty local bar. it does something for your confidence knowing that he must feel the same about you, or else he wouldnât keep inviting you out. at the very least, this arrangement is mutual, even if you wish it wasnât.
his hips rock against your crotch again, and even through both of your clothes you can feel how hard he is. your mind is clouded, everythingâs a haze, and all you can think about is how badly you want him. the warmth of his skin, the gentle scratch of his nails on the back of your neck, his long eyelashes that flutter against your cheek as he kisses you.
you feel your hands slide haphazardly down his bare chest, fumbling over his hips as you tug on the waistband of his jeans. none of it feels graceful, not like the way he handles his music. itâs sloppy, desperate, clumsy, and itâs everything you need right now.
he manages to lean back from you enough to undo his pants and push them down to his knees, but his mouth is back on yours in an instant. somehow you end up on your back across the seats, gazing up at him with slack lips as his thin silver chain dangles over your face. you might not remember a lot of what happens on these nights when youâre with him, but youâll always remember this moment. him hovering above you with heavily lidded eyes, biting his lip and cursing as he pushes into you, is etched into your mind in a way you simultaneously love and hate. love because it feels so good, hate because it never lasts.
the last half of those nights never stands out in your memory. you remember feeling good, you remember trembling in his arms and gasping and moaning and crying in pleasure, but the images are too fuzzy to make out. you donât really need to reflect on them anyway; you know heâll just bring you out next week and do it all over again.
hansol kisses you once more after youâre both finally spent, but the kisses afterwards are always different. more⊠hesitant, more uncertain. none of the passion and desperation that youâve come to crave from him. not what you really want.
âi can drive you home,â he offers once heâs finished cleaning you up. for once you think he might genuinely mean it, but you can never be sure enough to take that chance. you want him to drive you home. god, you want him to so bad. to have him come over with you and stay the night, stay another night and another until your apartment isnât just yours anymore, thatâs what youâve wanted all this time. and itâs what youâll never have.
âiâll call an uber,â you answer.
âiâll wait with you, then.â
the silence that settles over his car is heavy as you climb back into the front passenger seat. you want to tell him to get in the uber with you, stay more than just a couple hours with you in the furthest back corner of the bar parking lot thatâs too far to be illuminated by streetlights. you want to argue that heâs too drunk even to drive himself, that he needs to come home with you and sleep it off together in the comfort of your bed, but you know itâs not true and it wonât work. this is a conversation youâve had many times before. every night youâve spent with him blurs into the next, always the same.Â
sometimes you want to laugh at how naive you are, for thinking heâd eventually come to his senses and realize thereâs more to you than a good lay before a gig. sometimes you want to grab him and shake him by the shoulders and tell him to grow the fuck up, give him an ultimatum and make him tell you what he wants from you or else put an end to it all. sometimes you just want to cry, to mourn your wasted time when youâre fully aware itâs never going to lead to something more, no matter how badly you want it and how hard you try.
no matter how many times you get your hopes up, no matter how many times you pray and beg and plead with god and the universe and every other higher power to get him to realize this canât keep going on the way it is forever, nothing ever changes. youâre never going to stop running to him when he calls, and heâs never going to stop calling.
finally another car pulls into the lot, and you manage to pull yourself out of his car. you hear your name behind you and you stumble, swaying on your feet as he rolls down his window.
maybe this time will be different.
he says his usual goodbyes and goodnights, flashing you a loose grin and a wave as his engine sputters to life, and he asks if youâre planning on coming to practice next week.Â
and you find yourself nodding.
youâre left standing there, your head and your heart pounding, watching his headlights fade as he drives away, until youâve stood there for so long that your ride starts honking and calling for you to get in the car so you can leave.
maybe next time will be different.
this is going to be the last time, you swear.
you exhale as you stand inside the lobby of the venue, repeating the words to yourself. thereâs a chill in the air tonight. the wind blows smoke in your direction from the couple standing by the door, abandoned cigarettes clutched between their fingers as they make out sloppily.
you grimace and turn away, studying the faded graffiti and half-ripped posters and advertisements that litter the walls around you. you mean it this time, seriously. the only reason you came tonight was because itâs the last time. a goodbye, of sorts.
you have to admit, you were a little shocked when hansol texted you after your weekly meet-up after practice. not only did he want to make sure you got home safe after you left, but heâd asked if youâd come to their next performance.
you stare down at your phone in your hand, rereading the texts for what feels like the thousandth time in the past few days just to make sure you havenât imagined them. but no, there they are, bright pixels staring right back up at you from the screen.
hansol: hey just wanted to make sure you made it back home
hansol: btw weâre playing at the phoenix on saturday and i was wondering if you had plans? i wanna see you
hansol: maybe we could get dinner after or somethin if youre down idk
hansol: hoping youll be there
youâd been tempted to refuse him, out of bitterness or resentment or something else, but you canât say you werenât shocked by his offer. heâd suggested every once in a while that you should come see them play sometime, but it was always clear to both of you that it was out of small talk rather than genuine interest in you being there. but this time heâd said he wanted you there.
it was nice to feel wanted, for once. maybe you hadnât been going crazy. maybe things really were different this time.
you glance at your phone once more to check the time before you slip it into your pocket, taking a deep breath as you walk through the second set of doors into the main room. you can hear the deep sound of wonwooâs drums warming up, but the stage is obscured behind a ratty set of faded red curtains.
thereâs still a few minutes before their set, but the room is already crowded with people so you push your way to the side wall near the back. you donât really want anyone to see you here, anyway. you donât want anyone to see that your resolve is paper-thin when it comes to hansol.
you hadnât told him that you were coming tonight, just sending him a vague response and telling him youâd have to see if your schedule is free. even that felt too generous, after the anguish heâs put you through the past few weeks. he doesnât need to know that youâre here, just like he doesnât need to know the real reason youâve been avoiding ever coming to see him play. and itâs not because you always have other plans.
youâre hoping to just watch the performance quietly from the back, then sneak out without ever having to talk to him, and text him later that youâd enjoyed it. you already knew you were going to enjoy it. youâd heard every original song, cover, and riff theyâd ever played together, and at this point you could probably recite their setlist by heart. anyone could see that they were talented together, so it isnât surprising that the venue is packed tonight. honestly, itâd be for the better if you got lost in the crowd and never saw him face to face.
the house lights suddenly fade into darkness and the crowd starts to quiet, the curtains finally pulling back to reveal the band. seungcheol stands in front of a microphone in the center of the stage, with wonwoo in the back at his drum set and mingyu to his left holding a bass guitar. and then, of course, thereâs hansol.
you hate the way your gaze immediately lands on him, standing in the same position he always does, with his guitar slung around his neck by a thick red strap. the crowd starts cheering, and distantly you recognize seungcheolâs voice introducing the group, but you canât make out any of his words.
your mind flashes back to all the nights youâve spent sitting on a folding chair in mingyuâs garage, watching them laugh and bicker and fool around. itâs different seeing them actually on a stage for once, the metal of their instruments glinting under the harsh, colorful stage lights.
itâs not a large stage by any means, just a few feet higher than the ground and barely wide enough for all four of them to fit. but their presence is captivating, and it makes the dingy local theater seem more special than it really is. but then again, hansol makes everything seem more special than it really is.
seungcheol finishes speaking and the crowd around you lets out whoops and cheers, but you stay silent. your eyes are still stuck on hansol, watching him scan the crowd as he twists the tuning pegs on his guitar.
even from the back of the room, you can tell heâs nervous. his fingers shake just a little, in a way you know they never do because youâve watched him tune his guitar a thousand times under the dim interior lights in his car. you watch his eyes dart around the room, squinting to see into the crowd before turning his attention back to the fretboard in his hands.
heâs not the most outgoing guy in the world, but at the same time you know heâs not the kind of person to get stage fright. something is different this time. or, maybe itâs not. youâve never actually seen him play in front of an audience. you donât know him as well as you think you do, you have to constantly remind yourself every time your mind starts to wander and you let yourself daydream. after all, he doesnât know anything about you, and he doesnât seem to care enough to learn. neither should you.
the band opens with a song youâve heard a thousand times, then another and another, pausing after every few songs to talk to the crowd. time seems to fly by around you, but everything moves in slow motion when you're looking at hansol. you study the way his hair falls in soft brown waves around his face, his head bobbing to the rhythm as he strums his guitar. it's one thing you've always enjoyed about watching him play; he always gets so lost in the music, and it's fascinating to watch. it's clearly on the list of things he's passionate about, and even if you aren't one of those things, at least you get to see him doing something he loves.Â
you shake your head, trying to clear your thoughts. you can't let yourself think like that. you're here to end things, not to reminisce. you shouldn't care if he likes music or not, that's not your problem anymore. he's not your problem anymore.
you zone out for a while, trying hard not to think about him but he's the only thing you can focus on. your eyes wander every once in a while, when you hear cheol's raspy voice in the mic or a particularly cool guitar riff from mingyu, but they always end up back at hansol.
they finish playing what you know is their last song, but the crowd is still bursting with electricity. itâs not long before everyone starts to chant, begging for one more song.
âencore?â seungcheol laughs into the mic, and flashes one of his signature dazzling smiles that sends the group of girls standing in front of you into hysterics. he glances over at hansol and nods. âmmm, yeah. i think we can do one more.â
you fold your arms over your chest. now is probably your best chance to leave. itâs not a very big venue, but from the amount of people here itâs obvious that thereâll be chaos once things are over as people start to file out. though most of them will probably be trying to fight their way to the front instead, giving wonwoo their phone numbers written on stained cocktail napkins and asking mingyu to sign their tits. but just as youâre about to start pushing your way back towards the exit, cheolâs deep voice makes you pause.
âweâre gonna play something real special tonight,â he says, making eye contact with hansol again. âsomething brand new, that weâve never performed before. you guys wanna be the first to hear it?â
the room erupts into cheers again, and cheol grins. âyeah, i figured. so, iâm gonna let vernon explain this one. take it away, man.â
you stand still, arms crossed and curiosity piqued. maybe you can wait until after the last song. if this is going to be your last hurrah, then you might as well see it through til the end. just this once, and never again.
hansol clears his throat and looks out into the darkened theater. âthis song is about a girl iâm in love with,â he starts. that gets a light laugh out of the crowd, a couple whistles and cheers, and he chuckles into the microphone before continuing. the words that have been brewing in your head for weeks seem to instantly melt on your tongue as his voice rings in your ears, echoing through your mind. thatâs not you. thatâs definitely not you.
âi hope sheâs here tonight, but i wouldnât blame her if she wasnât. because i think i kind of fucked everything up.â he swallows, his eyes darting back and forth as he scans across the crowd, searching for something. searching for you? âso if sheâs out there, iâm sorry. and i know this wonât make up for it, but i hope you like it anyway.â
the crowd cheers again, louder than they have all night, but the noise quickly dies down once hansol begins to play. the lights go dim, and the room fills with a soft melody from his guitar. the sound is unfamiliar, a song you havenât heard before, and you realize he mustâve been working on it outside of the bandâs usual practices.Â
even if he isnât talking about you, the song is beautiful. his guitar seems to sing every note that plays, and you can practically see the air around him shimmering with energy. the rest of the room seems to fade away, the audience that separates you suddenly disappearing. itâs like youâre the only two people around, sitting beside him as he plays just for you.Â
heâs done that a few times, played you little snippets on his guitar. you can almost picture it now: itâs always right after he parks outside the bar, before you head inside together. heâll unzip the case and pull his guitar from the backseat, positioning it on his lap. he comes up with a different reason every time; sometimes heâll ask if the chords heâs been working on sound good together, sometimes heâll tell you to listen to see if it needs tuning, sometimes heâll say he just needs to practice this section a couple more times before giving up for the night and getting shitfaced with you off too many shots.
but you always see right through his flimsy excuses; obviously heâs doing it to show off, to impress you or something. but for the life of you, youâve never been able to figure out why. why should he care about impressing you, if he doesnât want to go any further with you?
and suddenly, as you stand in the back of the theater, watching his eyes sparkle under the lights and his fingers breeze over his guitar, looking more focused and frustrated and angry and sad and sorry than youâve ever seen him look, now you finally have your answer.
you donât want him to be talking about you. he shouldnât be talking about you. you almost wish he would just be an asshole to you, give you a good reason to yell at him and cuss him out and tell him to fuck off, but he never does. sure, heâs a little dense to the not-so-subtle hints youâve been trying to drop, but heâs always been good to you, even if itâs breaking your heart in the process. maybe youâve been the dense one all along.
the show ends in a blur, and the lights come back on as people start to file out. there's cheers and more shouts for another encore, but it's clear the night is over. this is the part you've been dreading; even after days of convincing yourself, you're still not sure what you're going to do.
when the crowd finally clears out enough for you to move towards the stage, you can already see the group thatâs formed around the members. cheol is off to one side, giving out autographs to whoever waves their napkins closest to him. mingyuâs helping wonwoo pack up his drum kit, smiling shyly at the girls calling his name and promising heâll come back out to the lobby to meet them once heâs finished.
and then thereâs hansol, looking flustered as people crowd around him, a deep blush in his cheeks as he waves his hands to try and get them to leave. youâre just far enough from his line of sight that you almost hesitate. itâs not too late to turn around. itâs not too late to leave before he can see you, to disappear from his life forever, but your heart wonât let you.Â
you walk a little closer to the stage, hanging back behind the crowd of people, but he sees. his face lights up with relief, and even from a few feet away you can still see his eyes soften. he tells the people to move, more firmly with his words this time, and he hops down off the stage as they part to make room for him. when itâs clear his attention is no longer on them, they grumble and walk away, talking to their friends about the show and how hot all the members are and how theyâre definitely planning on coming back the next time they perform.
hansol reaches you in a couple of strides, stopping just in front of you. he stays silent for a second, his eyes roaming over you almost gratefully.
âhi,â he says finally, offering you a lopsided smile. he wipes his palms on his jeans nervously. âyou came.â
you bite your lip for a second before you nod. âi did.â
âso youâreâ did youâ were you here for the end of the show?â he asks, trying to hide the stutter in his words. itâs cute how shy he is all of a sudden. itâs not like him to be shy like this. but then again, the only times youâve seen him are when heâs playing with the guys or fucking your brains out while he's drunk, so itâs not like youâve really gotten to know him. maybe heâs always been this shy and you were just too caught up in him to notice.
you know what heâs trying to say without outright saying it. obviously you were there the whole time, a fact you arenât the proudest of, but you arenât about to let him know that. âi heard your song,â you finally settle on, cutting straight to the point.
his face goes through about a hundred emotions in the span of a second, from surprised to happy then right back to shy again. âyeah?â
even though most of the room has cleared out by now, he starts walking as he talks, pulling you through the side door into the quieter backstage area. you follow him around the corner until you reach a private room, a wrinkled sheet of paper taped to the door with his name written in sharpie. his guitar case that you've seen so many times lies open on the floor, his backpack slumped against one wall.
âi liked it.â
he exhales in relief as he turns back around to face you, and you can almost see his whole body relax. âi'm so fucking sorry,â he says, nearly stumbling over his words with how fast he tries to get them out. âi've been really, really stupid. the way i left you the other night⊠i shouldn't have let you go like that. i regretted it the second you left.â
you purse your lips as you listen. you can tell he really means it, and it's getting harder and harder to stay mad at him. but you can't let him off that easy, not after how long you've been going through this.
âi just don't understand what it is you want, hansol. you treat me likeâ i don't know, like nothing.â you pause and chew on the inside of your cheek for a second, letting your words sink in. âand then out of the blue you beg me to come to your show, and you play this really sweet, heartfelt song, so how the hell am i supposed to take that?â
he winces, but the wounded look on his face doesn't feel as satisfying as you'd hoped it would. âi know. i'm just⊠i'm bad with words. i'm better at music.â he sighs. âbut that's not an excuse. i didn't ever wanna make you feel like that, not on purpose. i just got scared. but i shouldn't have.â
you stand silently, waiting. clearly, there's more on his mind. he stuffs his hands in the back pockets of his jeans, shifting from one foot to the other.Â
âi love the way you laugh. i love the way you watch me when i'm playing and it makes me feel like the only person in the whole world. i love the way you smile when you're drunk and the way you kiss me. and it was stupid of me to ever think i didn't want that all the time.â he lifts his gaze to meet your eyes, the fear in his expression more obvious than anything you've ever seen before.
you let out a breath, your voice dropping almost to a whisper. âyou should've just said that.â
âi should've,â he agrees.
you offer him a tight-lipped smile, trying to keep yourself together. this is not how you thought tonight would go. you didn't even think you'd talk to him, and if you did, you thought it would be a shouting match, screaming and cursing before angrily storming out of the venue, finally feeling vindicated after all this time. yet here you are, standing quietly in front of him and trying not to cry.
he waits for a second, trying to gauge your reaction before he continues. âyou're, like, my best friend,â he says, adding a nervous little chuckle to lighten the mood. âi think about you every time i play or whenever i try to write something. it's always about you. you don't know how much i look forward to thursday practices and getting to see you.â
now it's your turn to laugh. âyou literally could've just texted me and i probably would've dropped everything to be there, anytime.â
he grins, his smile a little wider this time. âyeah, i know. i tried, the other day when i invited you. that was scary as shit.â
he looks up at you again, his soft brown eyes and long eyelashes shining even under the dim flickering bulb overhead. âi'm really glad you came tonight, though. i wasn't expecting you to, but i really hoped you would.â he offers you another nervous smile. âwill you let me try again?â
you don't answer right away, and the look of nervousness starts to seep back into his features. âi promise iââ
but you cut him off, pulling him in by his shoulders and pressing your lips against his. he falters for just a second but his arms immediately wrap around your waist, tilting his head to lean into the kiss, and somehow that one little action feels more natural than anything you've ever done together.
you slide your tongue against his lips, and he lets out a groan into your mouth before he pulls back to breathe. âis that a yes?â
you have to fight the urge to roll your eyes and laugh, but instead you just nod. âyes.â
you definitely didn't come here tonight expecting to get laid. in fact, the last thing you ever thought you'd do is sleep with hansol again. but all of that feels like a distant memory as you head out of the community theater together, his guitar case over his shoulder, walking hand in hand towards his car.
the routine is familiar, but nothing is the same. you're not drunk, you're not in the parking lot of a cheap bar, and you don't feel lonely anymore.Â
he unlocks the doors and you start to climb into the backseat, but he lets out a little noise and shakes his head, and you look up at him in confusion.Â
âwe're going back to my place. or yours, if you want.â he reaches down to offer his hand and help you out of the car. âi said i was gonna do it right this time, didn't i?â
by the time you get back to your apartment, your stomach is in knots in the very best way. your hands shake as you fumble with your keys, and if you werenât so on edge it would have almost made you laugh, the way hansol looks away and pretends not to notice. you're more alike than you thought, and suddenly you're overcome with a feeling of excitement. now you get to discover all these little things about him: things you didn't allow yourself to see before, things he wants to show you and tell you and share with you.Â
you try not to let the awkwardness seep back in, but you pause outside your bedroom door, almost as if you're waiting for hansol to tell you what to do. in just one night he's turned your life on its head, and now you're at a loss.
so he takes it as a sign and kisses you, his hands finding your waist and slowly trailing up your body until he's cupping your chin. it's different from all the other times he's kissed you. it's not just the fiery passion you're used to when you can tell he's worked up, but there's a hint of uncertainty in it, more similar to the kisses he gives you afterwards when you're trying to figure out whether to ask for a ride home or not. and then, the pieces finally settle into place and you realize he wasn't kissing you like that because he didn't want you; he was kissing you like that because he did.
you pull away and he freezes a little, and you can tell from the worried look in his eyes that he thinks he's gone too far. ârelax,â you laugh softly, your forearms still resting on his shoulders.Â
he complies, but his eyes still dart across your face in nervousness. despite how badly he wants you, how badly he needs to prove himself to you, there's clearly still so much that needs to be discussed before you can move forward, things that've been left unsaid for far too long.
you inhale and look up into his eyes, trying to find what emotion is hidden there. âwhat do you want, hansol?â Â
âwant you to be my girlfriend,â he breathes out without hesitating. if it were any other time and place you might've thought he was joking, but you can tell he's dead serious.
âiââ whatever words you had ready instantly die in your throat, not expecting such a genuine answer. âyes. but i meant, like, right now. what do you want, right now.â
his expression shifts in understanding and he grins, though it's still shy. âoh. wellâŠâ he pauses again to think. âwhat do you want me to do?â
you watch his eyes carefully for a moment before you reply. you've wanted him to do a lot of things. you wanted him to be better, you wanted him to be worse. you wanted him to do anything besides being stuck in this weird limbo of friend-zoned friends with benefits. but now that the choice is up to you⊠you don't want any of that.
âi want you to be honest,â you start softly, almost shy to say it, but you know it needs to be said. âi want you to tell me how you feel. because i can't lie, you really fucked up. i shouldn't have given you so many chances.â he winces at that, but you brush your thumb along his cheek and pull his attention back to you. âbut i did. so you need to earn my trust again. and i just want you to not be so afraid anymore.â
he stays silent for a long moment before he nods, as if he's seriously considering your words. âi know,â he says finally. his voice is quieter now, barely above a whisper. âi'm sorry. you're gonna get so fucking sick of hearing me say how sorry i am, but i'm not gonna stop saying it.â
you want to laugh, but his tone is so serious that you know you shouldn't, so you keep a straight face and ask him again. âso⊠what do you want?â
he lets out a sigh, still holding you face in his hands. âshit, everything. but, firstâ i really wanna taste you. can⊠can i?â
you take a step backwards into the bedroom and he follows, tearing off clothes one by one in a hurry until you're both left with just underwear. with the limited space in his car you've never actually been fully naked together before, and the thought of him seeing you is both terrifying and exhilarating.Â
he leans you down onto the bed and you pull him down with you. he falls beside you, pausing to kiss you once more before rolling off the bed and onto his knees, holding your legs in front of him as he stares up at you.
it's the kind of image that could drive a woman mad. you didn't think he was capable of being this patient, but it seems he's full of surprises tonight. âyes,â you breathe out and finally give him an answer. your eyes are locked onto his, a silent conversation happening between you in the span of a second.
he clears his throat and slowly pries your legs apart, pulling his gaze away from your face to stare between your thighs instead.
âgod, this pussyâŠâ he groans in delight as he settles your legs over his shoulders, his gaze transfixed on the wet spot at the seat of your panties.
he slides his palms up your thighs, and for his sake you pretend not to notice the way his fingers are shaking just a little. you lift your hips to encourage him, and he slips his long fingers beneath the hem of your panties before pulling them down, taking his time to slide them off and toss them on the floor behind him.
his hands immediately come back up to your thighs, using his thumbs to press your legs apart to give him a better view.
âso fucking gorgeous,â he mumbles to no one but himself. it's like he's in a trance, admiring the dripping mess between your legs like it's about to be his last meal. if he hadn't been so enthusiastic, you might've been embarrassed at the electric shiver that runs through you from his praise. but when there's a man this hot in front of you, kneeling and staring up at you like you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen in his life, it's hard to feel embarrassed for long.
he leans in and presses a soft, open-mouthed kiss to your clit, and you nearly jump out of your skin at the feeling. he's never been incredibly rough with you before, but heâs never been this gentle, either. he's touching you so delicately, like a statue at a museum that he's not sure yet if he's allowed to touch or not.
your reaction spurs him on, and he leans in further to flatten his tongue against your entrance and gives a long, slow lick. your hips lift automatically, trying to push him closer and add more pressure.
he curls his tongue through your folds before pulling away, his hands coming up to rest on your hip bones and hold you down. âeven better than i imagined,â he groans, looking up at you from his spot on the floor, and the image of him down there makes you so dizzy that you have to lay back down against the bed again.
âmore,â you whimper desperately. in the back of your mind there's a distant feeling of shyness at how demanding you're being, but you don't think twice about it. after everything he put you through, he still needs to prove himself to you, that he's not going to break your heart again. but he's doing a damn good job so far. âvernonâ ah, fuck!â
âmm, anything.â he presses a kiss against the soft skin on inside of your thigh. âanything you want, baby.â
you don't even have time to process the nickname before he's diving back in, his lips wrapped around your clit as he sucks at you. you let out a strangled noise of surprise, your hand instantly flying down to hold his head.
your fingers tangle in his hair, his tongue so deep in your pussy that you're already gasping and writhing under his touch. you can't tell which one of you has been more stupid for not letting this happen sooner, because it almost seems like he's enjoying this more than you are.
the coil in your stomach already feels like it's about to burst, pent up with white-hot energy that feels hotter than the sun. it hardly takes a few more pointed laps of his tongue before you fall apart into his mouth, whimpering and groaning and begging shamelessly for him.Â
âyou called me vernon,â he says when you finally manage to push his head away, shivering with overwhelming sensitivity. he lifts one hand to wipe at his chin, way too nonchalant after everything he just did.
you're still fighting through the haze of your orgasm but his words bring you back down to earth, and your face fills with heat. âhuh? sorry, iââ
âeverybody calls me vernon,â he says as he shakes his head, quickly cutting you off. he stands up and moves onto the bed, flopping down beside you. âi liked that you always called me hansol. made it feel special.â
your eyes follow his movements, still laying on your back as you catch your breath. âbutâŠ?â
he grins, and you swear there's a hint of blush in his cheeks. âbut that was really sexy when you called me vernon. it sounds way cooler when it's coming from you.â
all you can do is laugh, letting your eyes close as you rest your hands on your stomach. ânoted,â you giggle. âso should i do it more, then?â
he hums in thought, rolling over onto his side so that he's closer to you. âyou can do whatever you want, baby.â
that nickname again. he's already started leaning in to kiss you again, but you grab his shoulders and pull him down to meet him halfway. there's a bitterness on his tongue that you'd almost forgotten about, but you're quickly reminded once you feel his hand sliding across your stomach and down back between your legs. you let out a surprised but happy moan into his mouth, one of your hands moving to the back of his head to kiss him harder.
your legs part, accepting the warmth of his palm as he gently presses it against your sensitive clit. he holds his hand there for just a moment, pausing his movements as he kisses you, eagerly swallowing the whimpers and sounds you give him in return.
after a minute he shifts his hand, carefully pressing his index and middle finger into you. you're right up at the edge again already, clenching down hard around his fingers as he sets a slow pace, pulling them out halfway before thrusting them in deeper than before. you're seeing stars, releasing a constant stream of muffled moans into his lips as he curls his fingers inside you. he follows the rhythm of your hips as you rut against his palm, letting the movement force his fingers even deeper.
his fingers are dripping with your juices, down his knuckles and pooling in his palm, but it only makes him want to fuck you even more. it's not like this is the first time he's fingered you. the guys at the auto shop down the street know him all too well, from the amount of times he's had to take his car in to get the seats cleaned. he always claims that it's because he's a messy eater, and while that's true in some ways, he knows those guys don't buy it for a fucking second.
his fingers are completely buried inside you but he never stops kissing you, breathing almost as heavily as you are. he stops thrusting his fingers and adjusts his hand once more, pressing his thumb against your clit to rub lazy circles over it.Â
âverâvernâ fuck, hansol!â you finally manage to pull away from his lips, nearly gasping for air as another orgasm rips through you. his other hand slides down your body and it feels like the first time you've ever been touched, his palm so warm and tender against your skin that it somehow makes your high even better. you're shaking in his arms, lips parted in a soundless moan as you clench wildly around his fingers, but he just holds you tighter against his body and keeps pressing kisses along your jaw.
his lips are wet with both spit and slick as he watches you, his eyes filled with stars. usually when you're together, in the dark backseat of his car illuminated only by the moonlight and nearby streetlamps, it's hard to make out the details. it's dark, and everything is fuzzy from both the alcohol and the late hour. but now, he's realizing how stupid he was for never letting this happen sooner. he could've ended up going his whole life without ever seeing you like this, laying completely fucked out under the soft light in your bedroom, your pupils wide and eyes watery and so, so beautiful.
he waits until you've calmed down again, leaning away to give you a little space, but your hand shoots out to grab his wrist and keep him close to you and he can't help but smile. when you open your eyes you're expecting to find a cocky smirk, to see how proud of himself he is for having you in the palm of his hand so easily, but it's not there. just that soft smile.
ânow. what do you want?â he says. âi should be asking you that way more often.â
âwant you inside,â you pant out. ânow. please? iâ i missed you.â you shouldn't have said the last part out loud, but at this point you don't care anymore. all your cards are out on the table.
his eyes widen a little at your boldness, but he bites his lip and nods. he can't lie and say he wasn't secretly hoping you'd say that, but he'd be just as happy to sit here on the floor and eat you out over and over and over again. he'd do anything you want at this point, and not just because he feels like he owes you. he does, but it's deeper than that. it's a different kind of feeling, one that makes him want to do cheesy shit like lay his jacket over puddles for you and buy an airplane to write your name in the sky.
as he starts to position himself between your legs on the bed, you watch his face. his expression is outwardly neutral, but little by little you've started to recognize the signs of his happiness. it looks good on him.
but your brain isn't content with that, not just yet. you swallow as a thought crosses your mind, and you can't push it down any longer.
âwait,â you say quietly, forcing the word out before you can reconsider. he stops immediately, his eyes searching your face for anything he can find, any sign that you've changed your mind about this.
âyeah?â he replies, his voice just as quiet, as if he's afraid to speak too loudly and break the tension of this moment.
you clear your throat as best you can manage, though it's kind of starting to get sore from how much and how loudly you've been moaning all night. âjust curious,â you start, nervousness suddenly starting to creep in. but tonight is for being honest, and you can handle the truth. probably.
âbefore, while we were togetherâ well, it doesn't really count as being âtogetherâ but you know what i mean.â you pause again, chewing your lip. âdid you ever⊠y'know. was there ever anybody else?â
hansol exhales, still hovering over you. âno. unless you count lotion and my hand, âcause there was a lot of that.â your eyes soften and you visibly relax at his words, and he mentally kicks himself for ever making you even think that was the case. that there would ever be anyone else for him but you. âi know i was stupid, but i'm not that stupid.â
âokay.â you pause again, trying to figure out how to get back on track. âsorry, i just wanted to know. i don't care.â
he scoffs, but his tone is more melancholy than angry. he shifts on top of you so he can rest on his elbows, getting closer and brushing his hand over your hair. âyou should care. if i had, i would've given you full permission to lay into me, cuss me out, whatever. i would've deserved it. you don't deserve that.â
âi wanted to, trust me.â you sigh. âbut you're too nice to me. i thoughtâŠâ you chew on your lip, eyes searching his as you try to figure out what to say. ââŠi don't know what i was thinking.â
âi don't think i'm anywhere near âtoo niceâ,â hansol laughs. the sincerity in his expression almost makes you feel better. âi'm the luckiest dude on the planet that you didn't decide to, like, slash the tires on my car and egg my house or something instead. i really wouldn't have blamed you if you did.â
âmaybe i should then, next time,â you say, a smile creeping onto your face.
he shakes his head. âthere won't be a next time.â
the room goes quiet and you stare at each other for a second, letting his words sink in. you can tell he's being lighthearted, but he's not even trying to hide the sincerity behind his words.
âyou can⊠continue now,â you say after a tense moment, breaking the silence. the tension in the room is thick but it's not uncomfortable, slowly but surely melting into a lust that's deeper than any of the times you've been drunk and horny in his car.
he nods, and he reaches down to brush your hair back behind your ear before his hands slide down your body. he seems so hesitant to let go of you, but finally he lifts one hand to grip his cock and position himself at your entrance. he braces his other hand against your hip, shivering as he brushes the tip of his cock up through your folds. fuck, he's not gonna last.Â
after steeling his nerves as best he can and trying to convince himself not to bust the second he's inside you, he angles himself between your legs and starts to push in.
by some miracle he manages not to cum immediately, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to think about literally anything else but how fucking beautiful you are lying beneath him, but what actually happens instead might be worse.
hansol groans once he's fully inside, slowly splitting you open bit by bit until he bottoms out with his hips flush against yours. there are so many words on his tongue begging to spill out, but he can't think straight. holy shit, he can't even think about anything right now. why did he never say anything sooner? why did he waste so much time content with putting in the least amount of effort when he could've been having you like this all along?
âi love you,â he blurts out, and for a split second you think maybe this is all a dream and somehow you passed out at the show and hit your head so hard you started hallucinating this. but then his eyes widen and he winces in that way you've started to recognize, and you almost laugh because now you know it's real.
âshit, i don't know why i said that. i'm sorry. fuck, i'm sorry,â he groans and hangs his head, but despite his embarrassment you can still feel every inch of his dick twitching inside you and it feels way too good to ignore. âyou don't have to say it back. i know it's way too soonââ
âdid you mean it?â
âwhat?â
âdid you mean it?â you repeat. his attention pulls back to you, a confused yet hopeful look in his eyes that makes your heart warm.
he clears his throat, obviously trying to hide the pink spreading across his cheeks. âyeah. i think i did. and not just because you have the best pussy ever.â
âare you sure? because that's what it sounds like to me,â you tease and try to roll your eyes, but his words make you clench involuntarily around him and he curses under his breath.
âfuckâ yes, iâm very sure, i meant it and i'll keep saying it forever if you'll let me.â he lets out a groan, both hands now firmly planted on your waist. âbut, god, please let me fuck you now. i'm trying so goddamn hard to hold back and i'll gladly go for another round later but i'm trying to make it up to you right now and it's gonna completely ruin it if i cum in, like, five seconds.â
you can't help your laughter in that moment so all you can do is nod, lifting your hips a little to try and get him going. and he takes the hint, pulling halfway out of you before slamming back in, a loud, deep string of groans leaving his lips.
his pace starts out frantic but he quickly calms himself down, stabilizing himself through his grip on your waist and pulling you to meet his thrusts. he snaps his hips into you at a smooth pace, his cock dragging against your walls with each stroke in a way that has you clawing at his wrists for support as he holds onto you.
hansol may be bad at relationships, but he's never been bad at sex. even on a good day it really doesn't take much to have you seeing stars, but this is different. this is desperate, determined, thankful, and hopeful all wrapped into one movement, sliding in and out of you with a passion you've only ever seen when he's playing guitar.Â
âhaâ nghâ hansol!â despite your efforts to keep it steady, your voice still comes out broken, his name escaping your lips as easily as breathing. you roll your head back against the pillow, and you're suddenly even more grateful that you're at home in your bed instead of alone in a parking lot. this is so much better, better than you could've dreamed.
âfuck, you always take my cock so good,â hansol groans as he leans forward and buries his face in your chest. âi shouldâve been telling you that every single time, how good you are. so fucking good.â
the way he fucks you is strangely tender, in a way you're not sure you've ever felt before. it's rough, but somehow in a gentle way. he's taking you apart piece by piece and putting you back together with his hands, his kisses, his touch. none of the times before have ever come close to this.Â
maybe it's the feeling of a mattress beneath your back instead of a hard plastic seat, or maybe it's the promises hanging in the air between you that makes this time feel brand new. maybe you're just too caught up in the moment to think straight, but for the first time it finally feels like a fresh start. this time is different.
âbaby, please, one more for me,â he moans into your skin as his hips begin to grow weary, his breath hot against your chest. ââm not gonna last much longerâ fuck, cum for me one more time, baby. god, you're so perfect. please, let me make you cum.â
at this point he's rambling, almost as far gone as you are, but it's like he doesn't even need to ask. as soon as the words leave his mouth you feel the familiar sensation starting to build again, burning hotter and quicker than before. you almost start to panic because you can't even tell if you have another one left in you, but you look up and meet his eyes one last time and suddenly a wave of calm washes over you at the sight of his soft brown eyes filled with way more love than you're expecting to find there.
you don't even have time to tell him when it hits you one more time, you just grab him and hang on tight as your high tears through you. you struggle to lift your legs and wrap them around his back, pulling him in even closer to you as your walls flutter uncontrollably around him. he invades your senses and you can feel him everywhere, and you can only hope he feels the way you do.
but it's obvious that he does, because âah, shitââ is the last thing you hear before he pulls out, barely managing to get back in time before he spills all over your stomach, your thighs, your pussy, the sheets. it's everywhere, and neither of you care. his hands are still on you gripping your waist tightly like he can't bear to let go, his cock pulsing limply as it rests against your stomach. rope after rope of thick white floods over your skin, and yet it's like he barely even notices because he's so busy repeating your name, praising you again and again in between swears and shaky moans.
you're panting, your hands shaking as you reach for him, but he's already right there. he's breathing heavily himself as he drops down on the bed beside you, wrapping his arms around you and burying his head in the crook of your neck.Â
his weight half leaning against you is grounding, and eventually you feel your heart starting to return to normal as you become aware of the sticky puddle of sweat and cum that you're both laying in. but you just close your eyes and rest, focusing on his body warmth and his palm holding your side and the tickle of air coming from his nose as he breathes against you, and you realize nothing, no feeling in the world, has ever felt better than this.
when he reluctantly pulls himself away from your body to go look for a towel, you already know there's no question about whether or not he's staying over tonight.
once he's done cleaning you off he lifts you up into his arms, laughing and nuzzling his nose into your neck as he sets you down at your desk chair to start stripping the mess of sheets off your bed, and in that moment you can't help but think how lucky you are. he keeps saying that he's the lucky one for letting him have a second chance, but you're lucky in a lot of ways, too. lucky that it turned out he wasn't as much of an idiot as youâd thought. lucky that your heart wouldn't let you give up on him, no matter how hard you tried. lucky that after everything, hope still works sometimes.
after stumbling around your room, tossing blankets and sheets around and looking the happiest you've ever seen him, you're finally settled down together and you're back where you've always belonged, laying in his arms. it's so late that the sun is probably coming up soon and you're exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster of a night, but you couldn't care less about what happens next because everything finally feels right.
hansol sighs, his arm curled a little awkwardly around your shoulders as he twirls a lock of your hair between his fingers. âcan⊠we not do this anymore?â he asks finally.Â
his voice is quiet; not shy or uncertain, just quiet. it's different than what you're used to with him. usually when you're around him everything is loud, it's fast and messy and jumbled, a whirlwind of a night followed by heartache and a pounding headache in the morning. but now he's just⊠quiet. all the thoughts that normally rush through your head are gone, leaving nothing but silence.
you swallow, confused. although you've already talked out all your worries, you can't help the uncertain feeling that starts to return. âwhat do you mean? like, right now?â
he exhales like he's thinking, and his fingers pause in your hair. âlike⊠i don't know. i want things to be good between us. whatever we were doing beforeâ anything but that. no more not talking about stuff. no more tension. y'know? i promise.â
âmmm.â you hum, letting his words sink in for a while. you drum your fingers absently against his chest, almost trying to make sure he's still there. âyeah. i think⊠i think things are good between us now.â you giggle, leaning your head against his chest. âas long as you don't pull that shit again.â
he laughs, reaching up to grab your hand off his chest and hold it there. âoh, yeah, i know. you're way too good to me for even giving me another chance. i'm so sorry i almost fucked it all up.â
âyou don't have to say that anymore.â
âwell like i said, babe, i'm going toââ
âyou can just keep saying âi love youâ instead.â you interrupt, squeezing his hand in yours.
he stops short in the middle of his sentence, caught in surprise, but as soon as your words register a grin slowly begins to make its way across his face. âcool. then⊠i love you.â
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â.Ë áĄŁđ© â â simple acts of love from skz
âAll the times stray kids said I love you in the little things.
wordsă»6.8k pairingsă»stray kids x reader genresă»fluff, a little crack, established relationships warningsă»lots and lots of kisses!! happy tears, drunken re-confessions, silliness, playful living room dancing, minhos a shy baby, he's also a little shit in changbins, erotic painting in hyunjins, hans is a little bit more emotional, silly little proposals, my terrible attempt at writing lyrics, jeongin stalks your goodreads profile and buys your entire TBR list like I don't have at least a thousand tbr books...some of these are silly some of these are sickeningly sweet,
a/nă»I wrote these drabbles based on these headcanons, but I did change Minho's because I believed it fit him better!! Also, this has been rotting in my drafts for MONTHS im not super proud of them, but I hope you like them anyways.
ᥣđ© chan + sneaking into your bathroom to trace hearts onto the bathroom mirror.
"This is a suicide mission!" his lungs scream as he slips into your inferno of a bathroom, a heavy cloak of steam hugging him instantly. His respiratory system begs for release, a moist cough rolling up his throat; but like the magnificent boyfriend he is, he shoves those rebellious bodily functions right back down his windpipe.
Was his silly little plan worth the ability to breathe? Yes. Did he also wonder how you even could? Also yes.
The mirror fogs like the surface of an ancient lake, obstructing the image of his mischievous grin. He brings a pointer finger to the glass, drawing all his ardor in the mistâthough it only comes out as lopsided hearts.
Your voice floats out from behind the curtain, absentmindedly humming to a silent tune. Shadows of your hands move through your hair, your body refracted onto the thin sheet.
You are so beautiful...
Cupid smacks his jaw shut.
He manages to slip out right as the water sputters off, sliding into the living room by his socks. He face-plants onto the couch, scrambling to sit upright. The loud smack of your towel echoes in his ears as his wide eyes dart to the table, frantically searching for something to occupy his attention. He snatches the first thing he sees, which just happens to be a... candle?
Whatever, no time!
Chan is intently studying the ocean-blue Bath & Body Works label, when you come pattering out, damp hair dribbling water behind you. The moment you step into his line of sight, his heart plummetsâthat stupid aromatherapy candle nearly tumbling with it.
There you were, in all your drenched glory, your towel wrapped snug against your chest, tears rolling freely down your cheeks. Did you hear that?! Tears!! You were crying?! Why were you crying?!?!
Chan must have embodied the spirit of a kangaroo, because heâs never jumped up faster in his life.
"Why are you crying? You're supposed to be happy!" he yelps, yanking your body into his arms, water seeping into the thin fabric of his tee shirt. His brain becomes the equivalent of the worldâs most fucked-up ambrosia when you begin laughing, the curve of your smile pressed into his chest. He blinksâhe doesn't know whether to kiss you or call a priest. Maybe he should do both?
Suddenly you pull away, cocooning his cheeks with pruney hands, your bottom lip wobbling as you sob, "I'm so in love with you."
Well, good jobânow he's sobbing too.
"I'm in love with you too, baby."
You had drawn hearts on the walls of his soul in the same way he had drawn them in the steam of your mirror. The only difference is, yours would never fade away.
ᥣđ© minho + randomly sending you songs that remind him of you.
Minho wasn't the type to throw his arms around you, pressing kisses to your face with all his overflowing ardor. Instead, in the minuscule overlaps of time between talking on the phone and constructing a perfect dance routine, he'll find himself sitting dazed upon the lounge room couch, mindlessly nodding to a catchy tune. He had left his Spotify on smart shuffle, finding comfort in the idea of a song found without searching, as if it were fate's gentle finger dusting the path to new adventures. He flutters his eyelids shut, ripples of sound washing over his skin.
And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime
And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine
'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions
Wishing on everyone that you'd be mine, mine
In a rash flood of emotions, he sends you the song just before Chan steps into view, announcing his dire need to finish choreographing the final steps of their newest single. Begrudgingly, he slips his phone into his back pocket, his earbuds following suit. The only thing that keeps him sane throughout the day is the anticipation that he will go home and see you, and that makes it all worth it.
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May I have this dance?" you declare, extending your arm with feigned seriousness, though the playful smile tugging at your lips betrays you instantly.
âWhat?â Minho chuckles through furrowed brows, observing the unusual surroundings; candles flicker dim lighting on the walls, throwing shadows on the rose petals you had scattered around your living room, forming an intriguing resemblance to a romantic dance floor. He sets the bags of groceries on the ground. Lee Know is so beyond confused, yet also pleasantly surprised, especially when you waltz over to him, tight red dress hugging all your gorgeous curves.
âYou still haven't answered my question,â you sing, playfully twirling into his arms. Your hands find their way to the nape of his neck, tracing mindless circles in his hair. A shiver rolls up his spine as you tilt your face forward, lips so close; his heart flutters like a fragile leaf tumbling down from an autumn tree. He blinks before exhalingâ
âOf course, I'll dance with you.â
A delighted squeal erupts from your lips, and you jump away from his arms, heading straight over to your phone to play the song he sent you prior. A warm blush floods his cheeks, painting them a bashful red.
âDid you like it?â His eyes fall away from yours.
âDid I like it?? Of course I liked it!â you squeal, gaping at him like he was the dumbest person on the planet. World War Three rages inside his chest as he fights not to fold like a lawn chair, flopping on the floor like a flustered starfish. Though when your hands rub their way up from his chest to his shoulders, he's surprised he's even upright. Your hips sway to the melody, a warm smile melting away all his defenses; but when you guide his awkward hands to the dip in your hips, itâs game over. He stuffs his face into your neck, littering the sensitive skin with kisses, his brain screaming: distract the enemy!! distract the enemy!!
âDo you know how much I love you?â he mumbles with striking genuineness. Instead of answering his question, you simply twirl yourself around his finger, placing his hand to wrap around the small of your back. He dips you down right as the music swells. It was magical, reallyâthe candlelight twinkling in your peripheral, spills of starlight dancing off the ocean's surface. It was all so perfectâthat was until your shoe caught on one of the rose petals, the floor turning slick under your feet. You send yourself tumbling straight to the ground. Minho squeals, grasping at thin air, but then he too also slips, frantically shooting his wrists out so he doesn't crush you.
The music cuts through the deafening silence as petals weave their way into your hair. You roll your lips into your teeth, glancing over to an eerily still Minho, staring at the ceiling like a spooked tabby. As if he could feel your eyes, his gaze finds yours, and only then does he burst out into roaring laughter, which prompts you to also join the fun.
âAre you sure you're the main dancer?â you tease through breathy giggles. He gasps, smacking a dramatic hand over his chest.
âIâll have you know you fell first.â
And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime
And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine
'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions
Wishing on everyone that you'd be mine, mine
In that moment, as the light hits you just right, he swears he finds the universe in your eyes. Your skin is showered in candlelight, head tilted backâjoy flickers on your tongue as honey drips from your teeth. His heart pounds against his ribs, flowers sprouting in his lungs. To the world, he was an aloof grump with smooth moves and an impressive affinity for cats; but to you, with you, he was so much more.
Mid-snort, he captures your cheek, pressing his lips to yours. In a single gesture, he is pouring all the words he wished to sayâ
though to you, it tasted a little bit likeâ
If he had to blow a wish on every dandelion in the universe just to keep you, he would; and only through your lips would he find the power to keep breathing.
ᥣđ© changbin + gushing about you while drunk
The balmy patio is sticky with soju-infused groans, most of the boys slumped in their respective seats, throwing back exasperated swigs of their drinks as they desperately try to drown out Changbinâs relentless rambles.
The two semicircle outdoor couches form a full circle around an unlit bonfire pit. On one of the couches sits a completely unfazed Felix, taking small sips of his soju between chuckles; an extremely annoyed Seungmin, glaring daggers at Changbin; and I.N, who doesnât seem to be doing much of anything except, well, sleepingâbody slumped against the armrest. Hyunjin is sandwiched between Chan and Changbin on the other couch: Chan, who wishes he never even brought up the idea to buy beer in the first place, and Changbin, who is currently slumped over a very irked Hyunjinâs lap. Han is somewhere in the house, probably giggling at his own swirling reflection.
Hyunjin digs his fingers into the roots of his locks, fighting every urge not to yank the tufts straight out.
âN-no, but Jinnie, you donât u-understandâsheâs so pretty,â Changbin slurs, stuffing his face into his friendâs hoodie, which makes Hyunjin frown and swat him away.
âThatâs it! Iâm calling Y/N!â Seungmin announces, jumping up from his seat. Chan grabs his sleeve, yanking him straight back down, much to Seungminâs dismay. he sinks into the polyester in a puddle of disgruntled grumbles.
"Or we could record him," Minho calls out from the shadows of the back entryway, only ever appearing when he needed more beer or more entertainment. And right now, it was dinner and a show. Minho simply shrugs as if his evil plan wouldnât ruin his best friend's bad-boy reputation. "Send it to Y/N later," he mumbles to himself, the devil tilting his cheek up. Nobody seems to hear him, so he slyly pulls his phone from his pocket and presses record.
"No, no, no! You can't call Y/N. Sheâll know I love her!" Changbin gasps in horror, stumbling to grab the phantom phone that apparently appears on Hyunjinâs lap with the way he paws at his jeans. Hyunjin takes a nice, long swig of his soju.
"You know you and Y/N have been together for over four years, right?" Felix chuckles, finding the whole ordeal pure comedic relief.
"No, you donât understand. Sheâll know I love her... lover," Changbinâs words slur into an incoherent shake of his head. Minho's evil cackles float out from the concealment of the doorway, and Chan perks up.
"Minho, what are you doing?!" Minho slams his phone against his thigh. What the hell?? Does Chan have Spidey senses or something??
"Nothing!" he yelps, sounding super convincing. Chan narrows his eyes toward the darkness where Minho is supposedly lurking, sporting an eerily perfect rendition of a frustrated father. That is, until Changbin begins a very off-tune version of âThe Itsy Bitsy Spider,â rolling over on Hyunjinâs lap to tap his fingers up his arm and eventually landing on Hyunjinâs nose with a giggle. When Hyunjin almost bites his finger off, Chan finally diverts his attention. Minho thanks God for the shadowsâhow else would he have gotten away with recording all of that?
âIâm about two seconds away from bringing you back to Y/N,â Hyunjin sighs, his lips pressed into a tight line as he glares at the man whose eyes just burst with light at the thought of seeing you. Chan smacks Hyunjin on the back sympathetically, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Why me, Lord? Why me?" Chan sings his woes under his breath but just loud enough for the camera to pick upâand for Minho to giggle.
"Y/N, I miss Y/N. Can I go home to Y/N, please?" Changbin hiccups, slumping his head onto Hyunjinâs shoulder. Hyunjinâs eye twitches. "I wanna tell the pretty girl I love her."
Felix emerges from his silence with a fit of laughter, nearly spilling his beer all over the floor. "Weren't you just saying you didnât want to tell her you loved her?"
Changbin whips his gaze forward, his eyes hardening into a very foggy glare. "Well, now I want to tell the pretty girl I love her," he states matter-of-factly, his eyes fluttering a bit, betraying just how drunk he is.
Felixâs amusement is transparent as he raises his beer in Changbinâs direction. "Somebody needs to bring him to Y/N and let him re-confess his undying love for her."
Seungmin has never jumped up so fast in his life; heâs mid-volunteer when Chan grabs the cuff of his sleeve again and yanks him right back on his ass. Seungmin collapses onto the couch, ready to spit a disrespectful insult at his elder, but he folds like a lawn chair when Chan shoots him that look.
"Seungmin, you are far too drunk to take him home, while I," he looks to the sky with regret, "am very regretfully sober." Chan sounds like heâs going through the five stages of grief in one sentence.
"Okay, buddy, Iâm taking you home," Chan grunts, clapping the drunken boy on the back. Changbin beams like he just heard there was a cure for cancer.
"Hell yeah!" He jumps up, only to stumble slightly, the patio swimming in his vision as he catches himself on Hyunjinâs forehead. When he finally, barely stabilizes himself, he throws his hands up. "See yâall bitches later! Iââ he dramatically points to his chest in pride, ââam going to see my girl," he declares and marches straight out the door. Chan is mid-goodbye hug turned introspection with Felix, wondering what heâs doing with his life, when he hears a loud shatter in the hallway. Chan falls out of Felixâs arms immediately, his stride turned sprint.Â
"Son of a bitch, Changbin, that was my favorite vase!"
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âGo ahead, tell the pretty girl how much you love her,â you tease, playfully mimicking kissy faces while simultaneously poking Changbinâs crumpled form, his boiling cheeks sandwiched between his knees.
Why did Minho have to send you that video? But most of all, why did he have to send it while Changbin was still hungover? All this humiliation canât be good for his headache.
Changbin groans, falling back on the bed to pull a pillow over his scorching face. The fact that the whole mattress hasnât burst into flames is truly beyond him. Giggles pour from your lips, even as they settle atop his stomach, leaving kisses all the way up his torso. You can hear his flustered pants from down here.
âOkay, thatâs enough bullying for one day,â you say, straddling his waist to snake your arms around his waist, pressing your chests flush together. Your teeth graze his shoulder, softly biting the flesh. âCome on, baby, take the pillow off your face.â You press your smile against his shirt before resting your chin on his chest.
He peeks out from under the pillow, tugging it down just enough to reveal his eyes, still reluctant to fully reveal himself. You bat your lashes at him, pouting ever so slightly. He foldsâlike a damn lawn chair, at this point, heâs practically collapsing in on himself with how much heâs folded. His face melts into a grin as he finally pulls the pillow down.
He so regrets that.
Your face lights up with laughter as you take in his beet-red cheeks, your eyes disappearing into crinkled slits. âIâm sorry, I just... I just canât,â you cackle, doubling over in heaves.
âI hate you,â Changbin shouts, flustered, smacking you square in the side of the head with the pillow. It does nothing to quell your amusement; in fact, it only makes it worse.
âThatâs not what you said last night,â you snort, falling off him as you kick your feet against the sheets.
Despite his urge to tie a millstone around his ankle and jump off the face of the earth, he canât help but smile, caught in an unusual state of awe. Your mouth is boxy, laughter filling the air like strands of warm honey.
âApparently, you think about me a lot,â you snicker, still rolling around. his smile only spreads wider.
If only you knew how much he thought of you.
ᥣđ© hyunjin + painting perfectly captured portraits of you
âHold still for me, baby,â Hyunjin whispers, his voice low and intimate, as he lightly drags his brush down the length of your arm, adding the final touches to your portrait. His gaze traces your bare body, memorizing every inch until even the freckle on the upper left side of your waist is drawn onto the inside of his eyelids. The valley of your breasts trembles with each labored breath, your muscles tightening against the couch where you lay.
âIâm really trying, Jinnie, but it hurts,â you whine, fighting to keep your head steady. Your boyfriend lets out a breathy laugh, savoring one final glance at your naked form. With careful precision, he drags the sharpest part of his brush down your thigh, finishing the entire painting with his favorite peice of you.
âDone,â Hyunjin murmurs, settling back into his chair with a satisfied smile, admiring the art heâs just created. Usually when he painted, there was always something he hated about his workâwhether it's the proportions or the colors were slightly out of harmonyâit was never good enough. but when he paints you, there's never an issue; for he could capture you with children's finger paints, and you'd still find a way to look utterly breathtaking.
âLet me see,â you squeal, jumping up from the uncomfortable spot youâd claimed on his couch. A faint blush appears on his face as he turns the easel around, unraveling his heart before you. And oh, when he doesâyou collapse into his arms, all your strength diffused into a shuddering gasp. He had dipped his brush into your soul, and with every meticulous stroke, he gathered the very essence of your heart. It was almost unreal how perfect he made you appear to beâyour moles speckled across your skin in gold, dusted like stars; your stretch marks adorned in silver, shining like slips of light.
How are you not sobbing right now??
âIs it okay?â he asks, bashfully wrapping his arms around your naked waist, completely unfazed by your current state of undress.
âHyunjin, this is more than okay,â you sniffle, voice crackling with emotion. You turn to meet his gaze, only for his palms cradle your cheeks with a touch so tender, it's barely there. One second, youâre breathing; the next, youâre transcending, existing only between his lips.
By the time you come up for air, the world around you has changed. Heâs on top of you now, his hands resting on either side of your head, thoughts long forgotten. He moves closer, allowing whisps of his hair to tickle the sensitive flesh of your neck; for his lips to settle upong the delicate curve of your collarbone. He doesnât stopâhe doesnât stop until the sun kisses your skin, until the sky is filled with the very stars he painted upon your skin.
Only in love and art are you eternal and in hyunjin, with hyunjin, you are both.Â
ᥣđ© han + hiding messages into every song he produces
"In every lifetime," a heartfelt promise whispered between shuttering breaths. Han's lips parted, your tongue savoring his astonished gasp. "What did you say?" quickly transformed into "Did you mean it?" when you had tenderly threaded your fingers into his hair, the pad of your thumb settling just under his jaw. Your needy hands had fogged his head, but he never forgot it.
"In every lifetime," you had uttered many moons later, nestled underneath the stretch of midnight sky. The universe had stilled, all of time and space screeching to a deafening halt. You unraveled the scrolls of his soul, and with the eternal vow of "I do," swore forever. So, he, for however long he may live, intends to hold you to that promise.
From: Hannie đż Do not by any means play my new song!!!
From: Hannie đż Im serious!!
From: Hannie đż Promise me Y/N!!!
You giggle at his earnestness, clicking the notification to message him back.
From: My Wife †I won't I promise!
From: My Wife †Scouts honor đ«Ą
You admired Han's dedication to his craft, but what you admired most was his need to share every single part of it with you.
"You didn't listen to the song, did you?" Han calls out from the foyer, slamming the front door behind him. He urgently throws off his shoes, his heavy footsteps following him all the way up the stairs. Your mirth bubbles up behind a bitten grin, lip firmly tucked between your teeth.
"No!" you shout back, feigning indifference; though when he swings your bedroom door open, youâre overcome with breathy gigglesâhis hair is tossed around at all angles, puffed cheeks pink and gasping.
Now that was the man you fell in love with.
"Somebody's eager," you tease, chucking your phone somewhere on the bed. His eyes are oddly fearful when you lift yourself up from the comforter, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek. His chest heaves, breath labored and shaky; flighty fingers find the knot of his tie, yanking it loose. You reel your head back. Since when does he wear a tie? You flick your gaze down his figure. Since when does he wear suits?? Your confusion only festers as he lets out an anxious chuckle, wringing his hands like wet rags.
"You have no idea." You didnât knowâdidnât know what he was about to risk. His heart was clay in your hands, and with the delicacy of a butterfly's wing, you pressed your fingerprints into his skin. For now, through touch alone, his soul will find you in every lifetime; but first, he must promise you himself in this one, and that appeared to be an impossible feat.
It's now or never, he tells himself.
So, with an arduous breath, he steadies his quivering hands just long enough to slip his phone out of his back pocket. Was it just him, or is it suddenly really hot in here? He swipes to YouTube. Why was it getting so hard to breathe?? He presses play. His heart somersaults its way down to his stomach when the opening melody echoes from the speakers. Your brows lift, lips pursing in your signature concentrated quirk. His mouth forms around a smile, breathing getting marginally easier, but that peace is short-lived as the chorus beginsâonly then does he feel the symptoms of real fear.
In every lifetime, his warm voice melts from the speaker.
A falling star just shot from space and hit you directly in the chest, rendering you utterly speechless; even as your gaze finds his glassy eyes, you just canât believe it.
In every lifetime you swore.
Itâs just too perfect.
So, for as long as I may live, I wanna be yours.
Heâs just too perfect.
In every lifetime I'll dip my knee down.
Thereâs no way.
And yet he sinks to one knee, slipping a velvet box from the confines of his pocket. Your hands make purchase around your mouth, stifling a wet cry.
In every lifetime I'll ask to be yours.
"Y/N L/N, will you marry me?"
You drop to your knees, tears tracing cordate-shaped rivulets down your cheeks. "Yes, Han, I'll marry you! I'll marry you!"
Your lips swear forever as they land on his, and that promise echoes far into lifetime number twelve.
ᥣđ© felix + giving you gum wrapper hearts
Lee Felix was stupid in love, heavy on the stupid, figuring he was about to start World War Three to get that gum wrapper out of Seungminâs hand.
âPlease,â Felix begs, drawing out the "e" in an obnoxious whine.
Felix has been professing his love for you through gum wrapper hearts for about as long as heâs been chewing gum, so he is going to be damned if he lets one gum wrapper gets away without meeting his fingers first. Seungminâs eyes harden into an frustrated glare, about two seconds away from punching a pizza-sized hole in his best friendâs face.
âYou know, the more that you beg me for this wrapper, the more I donât want to give it to you,â he deadpans, voice flat with irritation. Felix throws his head back in an ear-splitting groan.
âWhyyy not??â
âOh my gosh, Seungmin, just give him the damn wrapper,â Chan interjects, exasperated.
âYeah, listen to Chan. Give Felix the wrapper,â Felix teases, laying his chin on his hand, fluttering his lashes with a shit-eating grin. Seungmin clenches his jaw, crumpling up the foilâmuch to poor Lixieâs dismay.
âDid you see that, Chan?! Seungmin crumpled my wrapper!â Seungmin squeezes it harder. âLook! Do you see that, Chan?! Seungmin is bullying me!â Chan sighs, digging a knuckle into his eye. He is about five seconds away from sticking both grown toddlers in time out.
âSeungmin, for the sake of my sanity, give Felix the damn gum wrapper.â The fact that he actually had to tell two full-fledged adults that was truly beyond him, yet here he was.
âItâs the principle of it, old manââ As soon as the words leave his lips, Seungmin wants to stuff them right back in. Chan grits his teeth, steam practically whistling from his ears.
Oh, crap.
âYou littleââ Chan dives for Seungmin, to which he squeals, ducking from his elderâs hand, gearing up to smack him square in the forehead. In the clamber of movements, he ends up dropping the beloved wrapper. Felix lets out a squeal of excitement, lunging for the foil. When the crumpled aluminum sits in his hands, he has never felt so rewarded in his entire life, smiling like he just won a million bucks.
Almost out of muscle memory, he begins smoothing it out, folding up all the right corners. He beams, stuffing the little token into his pocket, fingers itching to give it to you later.
âThanks, Seungmin,â Felix smirks, taking a proud sip of his drink. Seungmin manages to stick his tongue out while trapped in a headlock.
âYou suck,â he wheezes, throwing weak slaps onto Chan's bicep. Felix giggles, his phone buzzing against his jeans. Felix quite literally drops everything to pick it up, his heart singing the same song as your special ringtone.
From: My world đ Look, baby, isnât it so beautiful? I took the pic while I was on my way to work. I actually swerved off the road to take the picture, haha. Just wanted to share it with you. Love you, baby!! [Image.png]
When he clicks the image, his phone is flooded with the most breathtaking view. The sky is stained like melting ice cream, cotton candy colors that burst around your hair, though that isnât what Felix is looking atâhe is looking at you. The moment he looks into your lopsided smile, Cupid shoots him all over again.
From: My star-light đ Wow.
From: My star-light đ No words.
From: My star-light đ I didnât know my girlfriend could look so stunning.
From: My star-light đ Oh, wait, there was a sunset back there somewhere.
From: My star-light đ Yeah, that was pretty too.
From: My star-light đ Are we still on for tonight?? I miss youuu.
From: My world đ Oh my gosh, Lix, youâre making me blush, haha.
Seungmin chokes somewhere in the background. Felix doesnât notice. Felix is submerged in the silky ocean of rose-colored love.
From: My world đ Of course we are!!
From: My world đ I miss you too, baby!!
From: My world đ Literally canât wait to see you.
Felix is mid-text when his friends suddenly turn bright red, clambering to untangle themselves from the mess of limbs they got themselves stuck in. Felix doesnât realize the reason Chan is suddenly fixing his hair or Seungmin is unruffling his shirt is because two of the most stunning women just walked past them. Felix was too focused on making time move faster.
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Felix has never been to space, though he can accurately say that he has tasted the sky.
He sips the stars off your lips, every shared breath an inhale of the galaxy. Felix knows that somewhere, someplace time exists, but not here, not now, not with the blades of grass lacing through his hair; not when heâs pressing your chest flush against his, rolling around on the ground until the night sky is kissing the earth in his vision. Your laughs are buried in his neck when he gets too dizzy to continue, littering kisses on the sensitive flesh there. You pull away for only a moment, brushing a rogue strand of hair off his brow. You smile, dipping to press a soft peck to the tip of his nose.
The two of you had crept into this darkened backyard hours ago; you proposing a date under the stars only to share them between your lips instead. You have been locked in this position for lifetimes, and Felix has no plan to stop.
His palms lift to graze your cheeks before sealing your mouths together again. His soft laugh puffs against the seam of your lips, his smile curving against your own. âGod, I am so in love with you.â
He was; he so, so, so was.
He was so in love with you, he had almost forgotten about his gift. Key word: almost.
âOh, I almost forgot,â he gasps, chasing your warmth when he pulls away, sitting up.
âWhat?â you playfully whine, biting back a grin, settling your hips against his thighs. He chuckles, poking a finger into his pocket, fishing out the gum wrapper heart.
âI know itâs not perfect,â he whispers, cupping something in his palm, âbut I hope you still like it.â He rolls his fingers out bashfully, offering you the crinkled silver heart. He bites his lip, a faint blush falling over the apples of his cheeks. The little gift was by no means perfect; it was ripped, wrinkled, and just a little lopsided. Yet you canât help the fondness that explodes in your chest. Still cradling the heart with care, you throw your arms around his neck, tackling him to the ground. Your chest flush against his, he grunts when you land upon the earth, smacking slobbery kisses all over his face. You donât stop, not until he is flipping you over, now attacking you with equally wet kisses. Your giggles live in the balmy summer air.
To you, he was the sun; but to him, you were the universeÂ
ᥣđ© seungmin + buying you a bouquet every time the old ones wilt
October 11th, 2020.
That was the last time your apartment smelled like something other than florals. That was also the first time Seungmin had ever bought you flowersâa simple gift for your one-year anniversary that spiraled into a four-year tradition. You donât ever talk about it, and he certainly denies it, when you thank him for how the wilting tulips magically evolved into beautiful daylilies. You find it endearing, the faint blush that falls over his cheeks when he tries to convince you that it wasnât him.
Now that you think about it, your white roses did seem to have a little bit of brown on them yesterday.
Mid-wipe of the bathroom counter, you rush down the stairs, almost sliding into the kitchen in your socks. Without fail, there they were: bright red tulips, replacing the withering roses that had been in the vase earlier. A spreading grin pulls at your lips as you check the stove clock, quickly connecting the dots.
You had been cleaning the bathroom most of the evening, your earbuds blocking the world out. He had probably heard you humming from upstairs, choosing the perfect time to sneak in through the door. You squeal, sprinting up the stairs to throw open your bedroom door. You expect to find him lounging on the bed, but instead, you find him below it, cradling a square object in his hands. His head whips around, panic falling over his features. He slams the lid shut before fumbling to shove it right back under the bed, much to your dismay.
âHey, what?â You yelp, diving for the box. Seungmin blocks you, accidentally knocking it out of his hands, unfurling its contents all over the floor.
It looks like a garden just threw up in your bedroom.
Hundreds, thousands of differently shaped petals are scattered on your floor, tufts of colorful memories spread out like a silky scroll. First, you freeze. Then, you gasp; your muscles thawing like a flower unfurling in the snow. It hits you slowly, blossoming in your chest and spilling from your eyesâSeungmin hasnât been throwing away the flowers he bought you. Heâs been collecting them.
You didnât realize you were cryingânot until you spokeââSeungmin, what is this?ââthen you heard it, your voice withering and wet. When you finally go to meet his gaze, he canât seem to look at you, tilting his head down in shame.
âW-Well I-Iâve justâŠâ he begins, trailing off with a rub of his burning neck. âFuck, this is going to sound so stupid,â he flushes, staring down at the single yellow petal that fluttered onto his folded thighs. Suddenly, Seungmin feels your thumb brushing over his knuckles, and something shoots through his skin, something that straightens his spine and evens his breathing.
âI-Iâve umâŠâ This was harder than he thought it would be. âBeen collecting them for a while now, I wanted to keep them for when we get married. Wanted to scatter them down the aisleâŠâ
His voice gets smaller with every word, sinking into himself as though that will make the gravity of the sentence less exposed, less raw. For a second, as silence stretches between you, Seungmin feels so stupid, embarrassment painting his cheeks red. You must think heâs such a fool, must think heâs crazy for ever believing he could marry youâhis thoughts stop the moment your lips meet his, palms pressed firmly against his cheeks.
âI love you,â you whisper in between breaths, kissing him until it feels like you canât kiss anymore; until he falls back upon the feathery bed made of magnolias and memories; until, with a star-lit sigh, he pulls away, untucking the red of a dried rose tangled above your brow. Even surrounded by God's most beautiful creations, he canât bring his gaze to fall from yours, your eyes and all the mesmerizing sparkles they hold.
Seungmin couldnât trace the exact moment he fell in love with you. Rather, it bloomed slowly over time, a feeling that took root; wrapping around the slabs of his ribs.
With you, he grew, and all of a sudden, with every breath he inhales, he finds you fluttering in his chest. At first, it terrified him. Though, now he knowsâsome gardens never die.
ᥣđ© jeongin + stalking your goodreads profile to annotate your favorite books
âSo, youâre a stalker, huh?â you muse, brushing your palm over Jeonginâs shoulder, which was clearly not a good idea, cause no sooner do you make contact is he jumping twenty feet out of his skin. You throw your hands up when he swivels around, ripping off his headphones like they were going to materialize into a baseball bat.
âCrap, y/n, you scared the hell out of me,â Jeongin pants, a relieved smile pulling on his cheeks; grateful that the intruder was indeed his girlfriend and not a 6-foot-tall man in a scream mask. For a second, he wonders if youâre possessed, a lopsided smirk playing on your lips while you tweak out, kind of laughing, kind of nodding, kind of looking like you need an exorcism. Then it hits him. Hits him like a 200-pound dump truck, rendering him breathless once more. He puts Flash to shame by how fast he slams his laptop shut, scrunching his face in cringe. The laugh you let out is devastating, a full-belly guffaw that makes you double over, stumbling straight into his arms.
For a second, when the lamplight hits you just right, Jeongin has to stop.
His breath catches in his throat, taking all of you in. There you were, with your hair falling in messy tangles, your eyelids slightly smudged in black, your smile boxy and sun-bright, you were perfect, and you were sitting on his lap. If you didnât start talking, he would have stared at you for hoursâprobably would have started drooling as well.
âSo, this is how youâve known all my favorite books, huh?â you tease, wrapping your arms around his neck. It takes him a hot second to gather himself, heart fluttering at the newfound proximity.
He stuffs his head into your neck, the heat of his cheeks burning into your skin. âYeahâŠis that weird?â
âIs it weird?? Yang Jeongin, Iâm pretty sure you just inadvertently proposed to me,â you reply, your tone light-hearted though you're dead serious.
âWhat?â He chuckles with a shy smile, leaning back.
âYeah, I mean, you stalk your girlfriendâs Goodreads profile to read and annotate her TBR list. That is a proposal. I donât make the rules.â
âIs that so?â he smirks, inching forward, your noses brushing together.
âYeah,â you whisper, hot breath fanning across his lips, you lean in, finally sealing your mouths shut. Jeongin groans, your thumb swiping the nape of his neck. His heart pounds with a thousand different translations of 'I love you'.
âHow many?â
He hums, slamming back down to earth, still a little bit dizzy.
âHow many books have you bought?â
That sobers him up.
His eyes widen slightly before he bashfully chuckles, awkwardly scratching his ear. âOh, uhâŠnot that many.â
âCan I see them?â Heâs two seconds from saying no, until you brush your lips against his cheeks, then his forehead, then the sides of his eyes, before, finally, he is tasting your grin instead, âPlease?â
Well, how can he say no now?
He fiddles with the bottom of your shirt, biting his lip before sighing and pointing under his bed. âTheyâre all under there.â
You squeal, clambering off him to dive at the foot of his bed, sticking your hands into the dusty abyss below. It doesnât take you but five seconds to find the box, though it takes you 5 minutes to actually pull the damn thing out, feeling more like a dead body than dead trees.
However, when you flip open the lid, the struggle is all worth it. Your jaw drops. Jeonginâs stomach flips upside down.
"Yang Jeongin, thereâs no way..." You peer at him through dewy lashes, there had to be at least fifty books in this container. "You were planning on giving me all of these?"
"Well, yeah. Just...when I had enough time to annotate them."
"You've already given me like 10. How have you found enough time to read them?"
"I read them every night before I go to bed."
"And annotate them?"
He clears his throat, a faint blush falling over his cheeks like rose petals. "Yes."
"Where did you get the money for all this? These books have to have been like a thousand dollars."
"My check had just come in, and I knew how much you liked to read... I just wanted to do something nice for you. Why is this starting to feel kind of like an interrogation? Are you mad? Is this, like, really weird?" Jeongin can feel his eyes widen, anxiously shifting in place.
âOne more question,â you step forward, pinching his chin between your thumb and forefinger. He shutters when you make contact, gaze fluttering down. Jeongin expects you to laugh, maybe demand that he takes them back, or the worst of them all tell him heâs too obsessed. What he doesnât expect you to do is drag him forward, and smash your lips together.
âHow are you so perfect?â you exhale, puffing onto his lips like a breath of his own. He was going to show you how, he was going to show you how all night long.
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If you thought he was perfect then you definitely think he is perfect now.
The sun slips through the curtains, dyeing your sweaty skin in gold; your mouth is nuzzled into his neck, lashes tickling his skin every time you shift. He draws phantom circles over your naked waist, savoring this moment, soaking your body in until he can remember the feel of your form through memory alone. You stir, feeling his heartbeat pick up.
It must have been a dream that urged you to say it, because somewhere, on the edge of sleep, you murmur, âWhatâs your favorite story?â
He didnât have to think about the answer, not when he had thought about it a million times before. Without hesitation, Jeongin whispers, âOurs.â
(I rushed tf out of some of these I'm sorry)
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Bites or Hickeys? Various x GN!Reader à©â©â§âË
Warnings; suggestive, obv biting, hickeys, perhaps ooc,
Fandoms; Bungo Stray Dogs, Death Note, Attack on Titan, Obey Me
A/n; ogs remember when I was purple, but anyways happy 1 year of writing to me!! I'm super proud of my account and I'm so insanely thankful for all the love I've received and acquaintances/friends I've made. Thank you guys so much <3 even tho there have been times where I really thought I'd quit, I kept going and I'm so grateful I did
Bites â
The feeling of their teeth sinking into your skin makes them feel almost electric, as if a spark has been lit inside their chest and cause an explosion of carnal desire. Some are softer with it, kissing and licking over the imprints of their teeth to soothe the mild pain it might have caused, but others just bite and move on to the next unoccupied spot. They can't help how desperate they are for you and to prove to themselves that they have you, and their affectionate gestures prove that theyre yours. After all, they'd never do the same for anyone else. Ofcourse after the heat of the moment died down, whether they were gentler or rougher earlier, they'd kiss over the indents and whisper soft praises and murmurs about whatever came to mind. Moments like those were their favorites- second to the actual rendezvous, ofcourse.
âą RANPO, Dazai, Akutagwa, Kaji, Twain, Sasha, Zeke, Pieck, MELLO, Belphie, Satan, Leviathan
Hickeys â
They prefer giving hickeys, sometimes because they think it's classier than biting, and others because they don't want to hurt you by biting too hard. They will, however, make you look just as ravaged, littering your pretty skin with dark, organically shaped marks. Their hands pin your wrists above your head while they suck and lick at your neck, humming as if they were enjoying a meal made by a world-class chef. Their eyes would flicker up to meet yours every now and again, lips curling upwards as they shove one of their knees between yours, allowing you to grind against their thigh while they make quick work of undoing your top and belt. They're far more shameless when they're leaving them along your thighs, so shameless that you almost look like you were bruised- no one was going to see them anyways, so why should they be modest? They'd be lying if they said being able to claim you in such a way didnt turn them on. âĄâ Ë
âą fyodor, Sigma, Kunikida, Ango, Mori, Fitzgerald, Fukuzawa, Margaret, Poe, Erwin, Mikasa, Reiner, Historia, Lucifer
Both! â
They simply can't choose, whether adorning your neck and thighs in dark, dotted half-moons or burgundy splotches, they can't get enough of you. They usually leave them in concealed places, but sometimes it's so difficult to not mark you up all over, especially when you're writhing underneath them and clinging to them like a vice because their lips and mouth just feel that good. You'd intertwines your fingers in their hair, pulling them closer or tugging them away when you're lying breathlessly in the wrinkled and messy sheets. They'd ask you if it's too much, rubbing circles into the sides of your hips with a wide, cheeky grin. God, you looked so good underneath them, all bashful and shy with your eyes half lidded and your lips slightly agape. Your labored breaths and quiet sighs were like music to their ears, so really, how could they choose just one when they could give you both and double the fun? âĄâ Ë
âą NIKOLAI, Chuuya, yosano, bram, Oda, Atsushi, Lucy, Mushitaro, Tecchou, Tachihara, Eren, jean, Connie, Armin, Hange, maybeee levi, Ymir, Matt, Matsuda, Misa, im torn between both and neither for L, Mammon, Asmo, Beel
Neither â
They prefer not to leave a physical mark on you, but rather give you a good time to remember them by. A mark will fade quicker than a memory. âĄâ Ë
âą Nathaniel Hawthorne, Light, Jouno
A/n: hey chat I didn't realize today was my anniversary so I kinda speedran the characters, it might not be SUIUUPER in character so I'm sorry đ
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Outburst IV
Leah Williamson x Child!Reader
Summary: You go on a podcast
"And you know, as well as being a footballer and playing with Less and Tooney, you're also a mother to a little girl."
Any mention of you makes Leah smile and she glances off camera to where you're sitting with a crayon and a sheet of paper.
"Yeah," She says, that same dopey smile on her face as she tears her gaze away from you," She's four."
"And she's here today."
"Yeah, I almost didn't bring her because we're recording this so early but my mum had to cancel so she's just behind the camera. I think she's-"
"I'm drawin', Mum!" You call out and Leah grins.
"Are you, bug?"
"Uh-huh! Is it my turn yet?"
Leah glances at Vick Hope. "She loves a microphone. I may have promised her a turn on one of the mics in return for waking up so early today."
"Oh, yeah," Tooney says," We've got to have Bug on here."
"If you're okay with that?" Vick checks.
"Yeah. Honestly, I thought she would have interrupted more. She's very excited. Lovebug, do you want to come over here and you can have your turn?"
You're up like a shot, practically tripping over yourself to get to Leah.
The others have to hold in a coo as you come into view.
You'd arrived today in a big puffy coat and was immediately set up behind the camera, blocked by all the staff and the equipment.
Now they can see you clearly, in a pair of old Arsenal kit shorts but a white t-shirt instead of a jersey, black cardigan and a silly black hat just like Leah's, looking every bit her mini apart from the old Jordan shorts you're wearing.
"Alright." Leah lifts you up onto her lap and lowers her mic so it's more your size. "You happy now?"
You frown. "It's not like Auntie Alex's mic."
"Auntie Alex?" The strange woman that's not Less or Tooney asks.
"My auntie Alex always lets me use her mic at games because I have important things to say and mics help people hear me!"
"Alex Scott," Leah puts in, bouncing you on her lap slightly," Bug really loves her."
"Almost as much as I love Mummy!" You turn to look at the strange woman again. "My Mummy plays for Villa in Berm-ham."
"Birmingham," Leah interrupts again and you tilt your head back to look at her, patting her cheek.
"It's my turn now, mum," You tell her," You have to wait your turn to speak again."
Tooney sputters slightly and Alessia has to bite her lip to stop the laughter threatening to come out at Leah's affronted face as you land another condescending pat on her cheek.
"Mummy plays in Berm-ham," You say again," So I see her every other week. She plays for Villa but I like Arsenal more." You puff out your chest. "When I'm older, I'm gonna play for Arsenal."
"Bug already trains with us," Alessia says and you let her talk because she doesn't have to wait her turn because she doesn't share her microphone like you and Leah do," She's very good."
"And I go on camp! Sarina calls me up every time because I'm so good!"
"You must be," The strange but nice lady says," Because you've got two mummies who play football and you must work super hard."
"I do," You say, bobbing your head up and down," Mummy says one day I'm going to be scoring every game because I'm that good."
"We're very proud of our Bug," Leah says and you only let her have a little turn because she's being nice," She always does her very best."
"Enough for a puppy?"
Leah's face drops. "You've got Blu at Jordan's," She reminds you and you perk up suddenly, turning back to your new microphone again.
"Blu's my birthday buddy!" You announce gleefully," We're the same age! And we share a birthday!"
"Wow, that sounds really cool. You must really love your dog."
"I do! I do!"
"Do you miss him when you're on camp?"
You think for a moment. You've never really thought about if you miss Blu on camp before.
Camp is fun because you're got the other girls and auntie Keira and auntie Lucy and Mum and Bear. You've never really stopped to think about Blu when there's already so much to do at camp.
You shake your head. "I miss Bear more."
"Bear's Keira and Lucy's kid," Leah explains," They're best friends but they don't see each other too often because she lives in Barcelona."
"Bear's kind of funny," Tooney says," She's always nappin'."
"Don't be mean!" You snap suddenly, leaning all the way over to smack Tooney on the arm.
"Bug!" Leah groans," We've talk about using our nice hands. We don't hit."
You huff, sitting more firmly on Leah's lap again and crossing your arms over your chest. "No being mean about Bear! She naps because she's tired! Mum says napping is good, right?"
"That is right, Bug. I do say that."
You nod, turning back to the strange but nice lady. "Bear is my best friend and I love her."
Leah grins down at you, adjusting your hat slightly.
"Keira and I aren't huggers but those two certainly are. Always having a little cuddle those two are."
You frown, a little furrow in your brow. "But you are a hugger, Mum. You always give me cuddles."
"Well, yeah, Bug but I was talking-"
"You don't like my cuddles?"
"No, Bug that's not what I'm saying. I just meant-"
Your bottom lips wobbles and you move to slip off Leah's lap. "I'm sorry, mum. I won't have cuddles anymore if it makes you feel better. No more Bug Hugs. Promise!"
"No, Bug," Leah says firmly, pulling you closer into her body, arms curling around your body," I love Bug Hugs. I always want Bug Hugs from you."
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pointillism portrait is going sooooo well my art teacher said it is probably the best in the class and hes excited for it and all my friends that have seen it said it looks exactly like me. who is going to become my patron and shower me in money and substances so i can worry about nothing but my art.
#it really is turning out well though im super proud of it#i genuinely don't know why it turned out so good i'm normally not great at portraits#i think i have an... easy face to draw i guess? i have very like strong and distinct features#almond eyes w a big eyelid large straight nose full lips that kinda thing#and i think it's easier to draw like a strong pronounced feature vs like thin lips or a button nose#also the ref is shot well it's similar to a headshot just my face at a 3/4ish angle whole face visible#+ i actually use pen and ink a lot more in my art than pencil which i think is helping#also i don't really color so used to drawing in black and white and understanding shading and lighting that way#so!! i think it is more that than like. natural pointillism talent. regardless im still proud of it
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Yan!Mean-Girls x Fem!Reader
"Just Girly Things"
18+ Minors DNI
Warnings: Bullying (Not at Reader), name callung, nude photos, coercion, dubcon touching, fem pronouns for the yans, mentions of school, general perversion, toxic behaviors, masturbation, sex toys, mean girls, dumbification, buying affection.
(AN: I'm not super proud of this one, but did my best. Never written a fem!Yan before.)
The sound of clicking keypads and the occasional scoff can be heard in Maggie Robinsons loft bedroom. As the most popular girl at Delta High, it was important her room look as perfect as her. She chews on the strawberry flavored gum in her mouth, scrolling through her phone. She scoffs. "Sasha, did you see Jenny Taylor's latest post?" Sasha gags and nods. "Totally a spray-on tan." Sasha says, and Maggie nods. "She looks like a fucking orange. I bet you that nerd she's been with, his dick is that same shade right now..." The two cackle.
"Is he sick?" The third and final member of the group of cheerleaders asks. "Why would his dick be orange?" Sasha sighs, and puts a hand on her friends knee. "Lindsey, his dick is orange because her fake tan would rub off on it. It isn't like, permanently that color. It was a joke." Sasha explains. Lindsey pauses and tilts her head, before giggling. "Oh, I get it!" She claps her hands together, shaking the sequinned bracelet around her wrist as she does so. Maggie grins and roll her eyes at Lindsey's air-headed nature. Luckily, Sasha is always around to explain he jokes, because Maggie won't. She likes to watch her dumb subordinate work things out slowly.
"What about you, newbie? Ever had a fake tan?" She whips her head over to face you. You gulp as the school's queen bee sets her sights on you. You aren't sure why she seemed so fixated on you since you joined Delta High. Maybe it's because you were pretty, or talented, or just really obedient, but she's been dragging you around like a little purse dog since you met her, with Sasha and Lindsey flanking you both at all times. "Um, no." You mumble. She nods, and says "Good, you already have good skin. I mean, you should get a little more tan, but not with that shitty spray stuff. Or, y'know, you'll turn some jocks dick orange." The three laugh. "Because the tan rubs off!" Lindsey giggles. Maggie rolls her eyes, and groans. "Yes, Lindsey. Thanks for explaining." Lindsey looks down.
"Speaking of, have any of the guys at school caught your eye? I mean, like, appropriate ones for you. Not a fucking mathlete dork or something." She asks. "Not really. I've never actually had a boyfriend." The three girls freeze, and gasp. "Seriously?" "You've never had a boyfriend?" Maggie asks. She waves frantically, trying to get you to sit beside her on her bed. "Why not?" She asks. "Do you have a sex disease? Like... like cancer?" Lindsey asks, eyes wide. "Sex cancer, seriously?" Sasha says, glancing at her blonde friend, who only shrugs. "No one was ever interested, I guess." You grimace. You hadn't ever been popular, only making Maggie's interest in you more jarring. You had finally gotten a peek at what it was like to be school royalty.
"Not interested? Aw, you poor baby." Maggie pouts. "That's why you have us, you know? To doll you up, and keep you popular, that way you can have anyone you want." Sasha chirps. "I can't believe no one ever tried to get with you, you're like, really pretty." You smile awkwardly. "Thanks, Lindsey."
Maggie scoots closer, and you bite back a gasp when you feel her cold hands on your tank top, cupping your breasts. "Honestly. The jocks at school are horndogs, they'll stick it in anything, I'm surprised you haven't gotten any attention because of these." She bites her lips as her eyes wander down to your cleavage. "They're natural, right?" You nod. You feel the bed dip behind you, as Sasha and Lindsey join the two of you on the bed. "So you've never kissed anybody?" Sasha asks, tilting her head as her curls bounce. "No, I've kissed a boy, back in church in like, middle school or something." You chuckle, shrugging and rolling your eyes.
"What about kissing girls?" Your eyes widen. You shake your head as you feel the three girls gazes resting heavily on you. "I haven't. Why do you ask?" Maggie grins. "You could try with us. You're one of us now, you've gotta live a little. I mean, you haven't even had a boyfriend, or done it with someone. Let us help you." She coos. She leans in, and you gulp. "Don't you have a boyfriend, Maggie? Jason, right?" She asks. Maggie nods. "Yeah, but like, he won't care. He'll probably think this is hot or something. Besides, it's just girls helping each other out. It's not like a random hookup, we're all friends here." She feigns hurt at your hesitance, pouting. "Don't you like us?" Lindsey whines, giving you puppy dog eyes as she rests her head on your shoulder from behind. "No, I like you guys, it's just-" You look at Lindsey. "Alright, we can do this." You sigh. Maggie grins, and puts her hands on your waist, pressing her chest to yours. "Good, it's not even weird. It's like, just girly things." She explains. She bites your lip playfully, making you blush as she finally presses her lips to yours. As you kiss the school's queen bee, you can taste the light strawberry flavor of her gum, and as she pulls away a string of sticky lip gloss connects your lips for a moment.
"See? You did good, especially for someone who's only kissed once before." Maggie coos. Lindsey pops up to kiss your cheek. "Your skin is so soft!" She giggles, nuzzling your neck. Sasha sits to the side, waiting for orders from Maggie. "Lemme see your chest." Maggie begins to tug up your tight, white tanktop, grinning when she sees that you have no bra on. "No bra, huh? Maybe you wanted us to do this?" She teases. "Pretty..." She circles her fingers around your left nipple, watching it pebble up. "I bet you're sensitive, huh?" Sasha asks. You can't speak, and only nod. Maggie's cold hands make you shiver, as she gropes your breasts with a wicked grin. She reaches down and puts Lindsey's hands on your breasts. "Lindsey, keep playing with her tits, okay? I'm gonna move a little lower." Lindsey nods, fondling your breasts from behind. "I'll try not to scratch you, my nails are kinda long right now..." She giggles. Maggie hikes up your skirt, keeping it around your waist. She licks her lips as she touches the black panties covering your cunt. "Are these from that department store on 9th?" She asks. "Uh, yeah?" She rolls her eyes. "You don't need to be wearing that shit, that's for people like Jenny Taylor, not girls like us. Tell you what-" She leans closer to your ear, kissing the shell of it. "You make me cum, and I'll take you downtown tomorrow and buy you something cute. That's sure to help you get a guy." She obviously has no intentions of getting you a boyfriend, considering the way her gaze turns possessive. Still, she can't deny that she likes the idea of seeing you in something lacey, especially something she bought you. She notices from the corner of her eye how Sasha is squirming, clearly eager to act, rubbing her thighs together subconsciously.
"Sasha?" Her head perks up immediatly, and she stills. "Y-yes, Maggie?" She pants. "Go get my wand, the pink one." Sasha nods, and scurries over to Maggie's closet, digging around for something. She manages to pull out a pink wand, with a microphone-like rubber tip. You can feel Maggies fingers trying to pull your panties to the side. "You ever played with yourself?" She whispers. You nod. "Yeah, a few times." You admit. "How?" She presses an index against your aroused clit. You gasp. "Fingers! I use my fingers, inside me." You moan. She pouts again, as Sasha hands her the wand. "Well, no wonder your little clit is so swollen, you've not been giving it any attention." She coos. "Don't worry, I've got just the thing." She takes the wand from Sasha. "It feels so good." Sasha says, her eyes full of sincerity. You wonder just how many times these girls have done this sort of thign. Does anyone else at school know?
You are torn from your thoughts when you hear a whirring sound. "What's that gonna do?" You ask. "It vibrates, and I'm just gonna press it right up against your clit, okay? It's gonna feel so fucking good..." She groans. "But, I'm going to enjoy something too. You know, for being such a good friend, and taking in a little newbie. You watch as Maggie mounts your thigh, gasping when you feel her slick pussy press against your leg. Has she not been wearing underwear this whole time? Your whole body flinches when you feel a pusling wave in your lower. "A-ah, shit." You grip the sheets of Maggie's bed tightly. Somehow, the stimulation to your clit makes Lindsey's pawing at your chest feel even more pleasurable. Maggie chuckles as she begins to grind herself against your thigh. "Feels good, huh? You like that? Your pretty new friends taking good care of you? Putting a pretty vibrator on your clit?" Her condescedngin tone makes you blush in shame. After a while, her moans grow in volume too. "Fuck, even just your thighs feel good. Maybe, god- maybe soon I'll ride your pussy like this." She groans. "God, not even Jason makes me feel this hot, this wet. That little limp-dick, can't even make me finish." She tilts her head back. "Sasha, take a photo, m' boutta cum." Sasha pales. "I don't... um, can I use you phone, mines dead?" Maggie doesn't open her eyes, but Sasha can sense her rage. "I don't care, just taking the fuckin' photo, I'm so close. C'mon, baby. Cum on my vibrator, I'll buy you something, anything, just do it." You weren't expecting to her Maggie beg for anything in your lifetime, much less for you to cum. Overwhelmed, you feel your orgasm hit hard. "M-maggie, I'm, oh..." She nods rapidly as she practically bounces on your thigh. "Yeah, right there, I'm cumming to..." She pants.
You close your eyes, but still sense a flash of light from Sasha snapping a photo. As your legs shake from the feeling, Maggie casually dismounts your thighs, sitting down on the bed beside you. She kisses your forehead. "You did so good. I'll get you something so cute to wear to school next week." She flips her hair and acts nonchalant, as if she hadn't just held a sex toy to your cunt while she rode your thigh like her life depended on it. "Sasha, let me see that photo." Sasha shows her the phone, and she grimaces. "Ugh, I look so fucking pale. Put a Sepia filter on it or something." Before Sasha can, Lindsay snatches the phone, and lets out a whine.
"Only my hands are in it! What the hell, Sasha!"
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A smut, or fluff story, anything really. Where reader is slightly chubby with thick thighs, and sheâs super insecure and lando hates how she doesnât see her worth and helps her. - coming from a thicker girlie đ„č
a/n :: got me thinking and like im gonna rambleđ
lando would honestly be so fucking sweet everytime you'd feel insecure even when he doesn't understand it.
you are literally so beautiful so how could you feel insecure when he's absolutely smitten but he does get it.. he gets it better than most.
maybe you're just lying in bed with a sheet covering your thighs because it's really one of those days.
lando notices and is quick to reach under the sheet to rub your thighs while continuing whatever conversation you guys were having.
you instantly feel your heart calm down a bit and when you kiss him,'thank you.' without saying it out loud. he's just smiling cheekily as his hand keeps on moving higher and higher till it's cupping you fully and a hiss is leaving your lips.
calls you 'pretty girl,' in public whenever he feels like you're closing off with the insecurities creeping in.
glares at people if they stare till they stop.
he is proud of you and none can ever make you feel bad about yourself when you're his
imagine how he eats you out, teeth dragging sinfully against your soft thighs he is holding securely in his hands. dragging out a low,"patience baby!" when you try to grind against him to get his mouth where you need it the most.
"let me show 'em some love before I get you off, baby," and like who are you to reject such a princess treatment when he's making you feel so good.
you know you can approach him whenever.,
"do you think this makes me look ugly?" and he'll look up before his brows would draw together because like what the fuck?
looking at you literally reminded him that his heart beats because of how fast it goes suddenly.
"you look eatable if anything," lando replies nonchalantly before throwing the phone that was in his hand on the couch, pulling up to his lap so he can show you exactly what he thinks the dress makes you look like.
your cheeks burn and you're sure he can tell when you feel a very hard evidence of how that dress makes him feel.
"this is all for you, love. don't go shy on me now."
lando makes sure to keep an eye out because he knows you are chronically online when you want to be and salty people hiding behind their screens aren't exactly kind.
the minute he comes home and sees you slumped on the couch with your phone in your hand, he is snatching it away.
"babe I'm starving so I think we should cook together."
drags you across the room till you're sitting on a chair while he cooks, keeping you engaged in whatever gossip he gets from the paddock.
you get distracted for a bit and with a smile, lando is leaning against the counter and gently pressing his lips against yours.
hours later, when you both are fed and happily in love, he is again getting on his knees to show him just how much he appreciates your pretty curves.
the world is loud but all you can hear is his voice, he makes sure you know it's the only one that is valid.
it gets easier because he is able to love you at times it's hard to love yourself.
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TTPD Contents
Whoâs Afraid of Little Old Me?
Erik Lehnsherr x Reader x Charles Xavier After joining the First Class of Professor Xâs school with your brother Hank, you realised you have a connection with two of the mutants there, and that they might also have a connection to each other⊠fem!reader, M/F/M, 18+ MDNI 6,258 words EDIT: I'm super proud of this one, maybe my favourite thing I've written! Thanks for all the love on it so far <3
âItâs not going to happen, Charles.â You muttered, frustrated, putting all of your energy into stopping him from walking towards you, but only managing to stop his hand.
âYou need to go to that place betweenâŠâ He started to explain.
âAnger and serenity, I know, I know. Iâm not Erik, its not working.â He sighed, moving his hand to his forehead.
âMay I?â
âSure, go ahead.â There was nothing he would see in there that he hadnât before.
You realised early in your friendship that there wasnât a lot of point hiding anything from him. You were never sure when he was reading your thoughts, only when he spoke to you without moving his lips, or when he would find a memory like he was doing now. You saw a few flash through your mind, recent ones. The relief when Hank had told you that there were others like you and him. The anger when Shaw had killed Darwin in front of your eyes just a few days ago. The moment your mother found out there was something different about Hank, and kicked him out, so you followed him. Your brotherâs mutation was significantly more obvious than yourâs, but you left with him regardless. He had always been more than family; he was your best friend, your true and sole confidant, your lifeline. Following your train of thought, Charles managed to find a memory synonymous to that - the day you found out about his mutation. The way he cried and broke down, explained the science to you to try and ensure you understood it, but you didnât need him to. You whispered his name softly, and told him to wave at you. The perplexed look on his face, but you insisted so he did. Then you stopped his hand dead in its tracks. The shock and relief on his face, the hug you shared, the tears you both shed. It was a joyous memory, peaceful.
You wiped a tear from the corner of your eye and Charles did the same, releasing you from the memory and now you were back in the bunker underneath his familyâs house, watching as he nodded to you.
âNow try again.â He moved to the other side of the bunker again, and you concentrated hard, reaching your hand out towards him and trying to stop his slow walk towards you. You were technically telekinetic, but only when the other object was moving. The lighter the object, and the faster it was moving, the easier it was to control. And generally, you would just been able to stop it. You knew that you could move things as well once you had control over them - you had done it once, the day you had gotten your powers, but never since. And if it took that level of trauma to do it again, you hoped you never would.
âYouâre moving too slowly!â You exclaimed, huffing in frustration.
âOk, ok fine. Maybe we need to stop thinking of your powers as telekinesis.â You frowned, confused. Controlling objects was telekinesis. âJust trust me here for a momentâŠâ Of course I trust you, you saved my life and continue to daily. âClose your eyes.â You took a deep breath, closing your eyes tightly. His voice appeared in your head, a soft whisper that immediately put you at ease.
Telekinesis is about creating movement, but you can manipulate movement. And do that, you need to be able to sense the movement around you. I canât manipulate or read someones mind without being able to sense it, even if I can see the person. It might be the same with you. Iâm standing still but Iâm going to move soon - keep your eyes closed and see if you can sense me.
You focussed, reaching out into the black space and it took a few seconds, but you could feel him moving. Slowly, his image formed in your mind. You could see the way he was moving: the large, over dramatic steps he was taking, the emphatic hand wave, and you smiled. You reached out to him with even more concentration, but you surprised yourself with how easy it was to stop him in his tracks, cementing his feet to the floor so he almost fell over.
âHoly shit, Charles, youâre a genius.â You opened your eyes, releasing him and seeing the grin that had spread across his face. It was contagious, your own smile growing.
âI know I know, but weâre not done yet, you have a lot more in youâŠâ He was pacing, thinking, and high on the adrenaline, you reached out to stop him, to play with your powers, only to find⊠you couldnât. You couldnât sense his movement. You could see him, but there was nothing else.
âI canâtâŠâ you muttered, continuing to try as hard as you could, but nothing. He frowned, and you heard his voice softly inside your head.
Close your eyes again.
You did, and sure enough, there he was, his movement growing clearer in your mind by the second. You opened your eyes, and it was gone, the tangibility somehow lost when you could actually see him.
âOk, ok, letâs try thisâŠâ He looked around for something, then settled his tie, pulling it from his collar in a swift motion and striding over to you, making you blush. âCan you use this as a blindfold?â He asked, and you nodded, allowing him to press the soft fabric across your closed eyes, the world going black as he tied it in a gentle knot. The difference was instant. It was as though you could physically see him still, a soft, golden glow outlining his body and his movements. Every single detail was highlighted to you.
âTry standing still?â He did, stopping dead in his tracks, but you could still see him - every miniscule shiver across his skin, the rising and falling of his chest with his breaths, the slight tremble in his fingers. âCharlesâŠâ you muttered, âI can see everything.â
âWhat do you mean everything?â
âLook for yourself.â You watched as he raised his hand to his temple, and you saw the subtle changes in his face as it shifted from confused to shocked, a grin spreading.
âThatâs incredible. Is it easier to stop movement now as well?â You smiled, instantly halting his arm in the air as he tried to return it to his side. He laughed aloud. âYouâre amazing.â
âI know.â You shrugged, letting him go, hands reaching up to remove your makeshift blindfold when you felt something move across the room. Without thinking, you reached back towards it, spinning around just in time to see the door you just felt opening slam shut.
âWhat the fuck?â You heard an annoyed voice from the other side of the closed door, and you laughed in disbelief. Youâd done it.
âOh my God, did you see that?â You span back to Charles, smiling uncontrollably.
âYes I did, my dear. Yes I did.â You squealed with joy, running over to give him a hug, which he readily returned. You still had your blindfold on, and you could feel his heart beating when you were this close, even the blood rushing through his veins.
âThank you.â You whispered in his ear, and he moved back, holding your head in his hands.
âThis was all you.â The moment was broken, though, by the door opening again, although slightly cautiously this time. It was Erik - you could see it was him by his movements, and the shape of his body.
âDid you just close the door on me? And why are you blindfolded?â He paused, confusion etched across his face, followed by an almost knowing smirk. âAm I interrupting something?â
âJesus, noâŠâ Charles piped up quickly, heart rate skyrocketing as he moved across the room to Erik, putting distance between you and him. âWeâve found a way toâŠâ
âI closed the door with my power!â You interrupted, excited, but he did not have the same reaction as Charles did. He actually had no reaction at all.
âSo⊠you can, what, control your power better when youâre blindfolded?â You nodded.
He cocked his head, then he stretched out his arm, and you presumed it was to see if you were telling the truth, but before you could open your mouth to tell him heâd moved, you felt something moving quickly towards you. It was your keys, and you stopped them in midday, before pulling them safely into your hand.
âHey, that couldâve taken my eye out!â He just laughed.
âThereâs a lot more where that came from.â
You often wondered about how your life would have turned out without this place. You hadnât exactly been here long, but it had already transformed you into someone better, more powerful, more in control. You spent the day with Charles and Erik, getting to grips with your newfound power, figuring out how to use it fully, and that you should keep things on you that you could throw and move to your advantage in the field like Erik did. You felt like you could actually be helpful to them now. And only just in time. Tomorrow was going to be a big day.
You finally got back to your room, laying down almost straight away, your feet aching from the long day. It was a beautiful house, and you would always be grateful to Charles for allowing you to stay, even if it only ended up being for a short while. You didnât have anywhere else to go, after all.
You closed your eyes, grabbing the small, metal orbs Erik had given you from your pocket, and throwing them in the air, grabbing them with your power as they visualised. You smiled, remembering just a few hours ago when he gave them to you. The way your hands had grazed, his gaze as intense as it always was. The way he had encouraged you as you practiced, and been harsh when you made a mistake.
You had to be careful with your thoughts when you were around Charles. Guarded. There were a lot of things you thought about that you never wanted him to know.
He was one of those things. Erik was the other.
You couldnât help it; they were both so attractive in different ways. Charles was soft and kind, a smile that could warm you from the inside out and a charm that could make you do anything he asked, no mutation needed. Erik was the opposite, harsh and damaged, cold in his mannerisms, but there was a concern to him that he tried to hide. He always failed, doing everything and more to protect the mutants around him. To fight for them. And to make sure you fought for them too.
âThat wasnât good enough.â You remember a moment from your day when he nearly shouted, frustrated that you had only stopped a flying chunk of metal he had flung at you rather than moving it as well.
âIâm not used to this, Erik.â
âSo? We all had to learn to control our powers quick, you arenât special.â You huffed, clenching your fists as Charles let out a soft, warning whisper of his name, but he carried on. âYou can do more than that. I donât care when or how you got your powers, but even if you got them yesterday, you would be doing a hell of a lot better than you are right now.â While he was talking, you were steadily getting angrier, and halfway through a sentence you noticed a new piece of metal hurtling towards you. You flicked it away without any effort, hearing it smash against the wall and falling to the ground, noticing that the white hot rage had sharpened your vision. He continued to throw more and more object at you, and you continued to retaliate, not realising you were moving towards him until he started to move backwards. He reached the wall, and threw a knife in a last ditch effort. Charles cried out in warning, but you didnât need it, pulling the knife straight into your hand and holding it to Erikâs neck.
âYou have no fucking clue what Iâve gone through to get this power.â You were close enough to feel the shuddering breath he let out, and you could see the way he clenched his jaw, his eyes scanning your face meticulously, as though you couldnât see every minuscule movement he made through your blindfold.
âI know it was bad enough that you didnât want to use your gifts for a long time.â You felt as though the wind had been knocked from your lungs, and you stepped back, dropping the knife to the floor with a clatter, making your way back across the room.
âAgain.â
How you got your powers was a memory even Charles hadnât seen. You had never let him. Some subconscious part of you protected it viciously; the first time he had even tried, your mutation had taken over, gripping the only thing you could sense moving and stopping it. That thing just so happened to be his heart.
He hadnât gone near that memory since.
And neither had you.
You should be trying to get some rest. You had a big day tomorrow. You were going after Shaw. Saving the world. Letting Erik get his revenge on that bastard. It was going to be difficult. You just hoped you could be helpful in spite of everything.
It was no use though. You were unable to think about anything else, so you got up and ventured out to find Hank. You just wanted to check if he'd incorporated the blindfold into your suit, and maybe to get some reassurance from your big brother, but as you wandered through the expansive house, you noticed an unusual quietness. Glancing at a clock, you realised it was later than you'd thoughtâyou should definitely be resting too. But as you were passing the main study, you heard voices and paused, listening for Hank.
Hank isnât here, but you can come in.
Your heart lurched, although you couldnât tell if it was from surprise, or an involuntary reaction to his smooth voice. Concentrate, you scolded yourself, opening the door. Both Charles and Erik were sitting in the study in big, leather arm chairs, chess board in front of them and glasses of whiskey nestled in their hands. God, you needed one right now.
âHelp yourself.â He said aloud, and you laughed to yourself quietly.
âIt still takes me by surprise when you do that.â You moved over to the cabinet, pouring yourself a generous amount, before turning around to see another chair being moved to where they were sitting, Erikâs hand outstretched towards its metal feet. He set it down opposite theirâs, and you sat gratefully, tucking your legs up and taking a sip.
âHow are you feeling about tomorrow?â Charles asked, his voice strong and earnest. You frowned.
âWhy do you ever ask questions when you could just see it?â
Would you really rather I was in here all the time?
âNo of course not.â He already was. You took another sip. âAnd Iâm terrified.â
âYou donât have to come, you know.â It was Erik this time. He spoke quietly, eyes never leaving the chess board.
âI want to.â You said it with finality, hoping to convey a confidence you certainly didnât feel, but they both seemed to accept it.
âYour progress has been incredible today; youâre going to be a big help out there.â You smiled at the words but still not fully believing them, having another drink and averting your eyes to the chessboard.
âDo you want to play?â Erik asked, and you shook your head.
âNo, thank you, I think Iâll watch if thatâs ok.â Maybe they didnât want you here. âUnless that would be crashing your evening, I donât want to be a nuisanceâŠâ
âNever.â He muttered, moving one of his pawns. You smiled, settling further into the chair.
It was at times like this that you wished you had Charlesâ power. They had been playing for a while now, and you wanted to know what they were thinking, their plans for the game. You tried to guess, but your chess knowledge was rusty at best, and you kept getting distracted. You hadnât moved in the last 30 minutes - only once before that to get another drink - and they didnât speak much when they played, so your mind wandered. Naturally. And it didnât help that the thing your mind had been wandering to this past week was sat in front of you.
You watched as Erikâs hand gracefully moved a piece across the board from afar, the steel-tipped bishop gliding with ease, then returning to his thigh. His legs were spread slightly, hand resting on each while he continued to look at the board, shuffling slightly in his seat, his hips moving up and forwards and hands sliding further down them and you couldnât help but think aboutâŠ
Charles said your name, and you cleared your throat.
âHmm?â You really hoped he hadnât been in your head then.
âWerenât you looking for Hank earlier?â
âOh⊠yes I was but it can wait until tomorrow, it wasnât important.â Heâs telling you to leave. âUnless you wanted some space, sorry I totally crashed your nightâŠâ
âI promise you arenât, darling, I just wanted to check you hadnât forgotten something important.â Darling. He used nicknames a lot, maybe it was a British thing, but it still made your heart flutter every time.
âThank you.â You smiled quietly as Erik stood up, offering another drink. You accepted, his hand grazing yours as he took the glass from it, fireworks dancing across your skin.
What should I do next?
His voice called out in your head, and you smiled lightly, knowing he didnât need your help but wanting to include you nonetheless, probably after hearing you mind racing with thoughts of being an annoyance.
Bishop to F6.
I was thinking the same thing.
Erik returned, almost making you jump as the glass was placed back in your hand. Charles moved exactly as you had said as soon as Erik had sat down, and he paused, looking at the board intently, fingers running around the rim of his glass. Jesus, was he doing this on purpose? You twisted in your chair under the guise of getting comfortable to face towards Charles, but he was no better. He was stretched out, his legs wide, hand resting on his chin, shirt sleeves pushed up to the elbows. Fucking hell. It was barely anything, they were literally just sitting down, concentrating on their game, relaxing before what was bound to be a difficult day, but your mind couldnât stop running away with itself. And to be fair to you, you were tipsy, stressed, and currently sitting in a room with two men who you happened to find insanely attractive. Of course you were going to have some thoughts. You couldnât help it. About what they might be like. You figure Erik would be a little rougher, domineering, but Charles would talk to you, praise you. Use his powers to know exactly what you needed, to make you feel goodâŠ
His power.
Fuck.
You needed to get out of here before you just about died of embarrassment, and you could feel yourself blushing even though he showed no sign of knowing. If there was even a chance he knew, you needed to run, to leave, to literally never show your face here again. You downed your drink, a slight sting settling in the back of your throat.
âI should probably get going,â you croaked, barely managing to talk through sheer shame, âtry and get some sleep before tomorrow. Thank you for the drink.â You had moved to stand, feet hitting the floor, but Charles held out a hand to you in a gesture to stop.
âJust one secondâŠâ He muttered, looking at Erik intensely. He wasnât saying anything, but they held eye contact and you realised that he must be talking to him. Oh dear God. There was no expression on either of their faces, so unreadable it made you feel slightly insane. Oh God he saw it. What would he even think of you? Then, without warning, Charles stood up. You thought he might be going to get a drink, but he stopped behind you, and after an excruciating moment, his hands fell to your shoulders. You sighed and fell into them as he started to squeeze lightly, working the muscles that were there in a way that felt so good it was hard not to moan, so you hummed in contentment instead.
âI know itâs been a long day⊠maybe we can help you relax a little.â We? At that point, Erik stood up, expression still completely unreadable, and placed his fingers gently under your chin, lifting it to meet his eyes. His beautiful fucking eyes.
âDoes that sound ok?â He whispered, and you practically melted.
"Yes, God, yes," you breathed. Erik closed the gap before you could finish, his lips capturing yours hungrily as his hand found your thigh. He pulled away, leaving you breathless, but before you could recover, he tilted your head back with a gentle grip on your chin. Charles' lips met yours, tender and exploratory. As he kissed you, his fingers traced soft circles on your collarbone. You sensed Erik's intense gaze, then felt his lips brush your neckâa fleeting touch, gentle yet promising more. You gasped into Charles' mouth, overwhelmed by their dual attention.
âMy roomâs closest.â
You made it there without bumping into anyone, a true blessing considering your hand in Charlesâ and the strong grip Erik had on your hips the whole way. You had barely closed the door before he was on you again, lips on your neck and shoulder, hips grinding up against your ass, and something else too. You noticed Charles was standing just away from the two of you, watching intently with an expression close to disbelief. You smiled at him warmly, pulling him closer just as Erik lightly nipped your shoulder in a way that made you whimper. You reached back, running your nails in his hair, before pulling him towards Charles. They both smiled softly, lips meeting as you stayed in between them, both of their bodies pressed up against you. You took the opportunity to undo a few of Charlesâ shirt buttons, and planting a couple of delicate kisses to the top of his chest. You felt giddy with arousal, mind completely taken away from the stress of the whatever was to come the following day, hands taking their time to explore his chest and further down as you continued to undo his buttons, his shirt falling open as you pulled him closer still, pressing his skin to yours.
Let me know if you want us to stop. There is no pressure here, sweetheart, just whatever you want.
You nodded, watching as Charles pulled back from Erik. His eyes scanned your face for any sign of discomfort, though he could surely sense the pleasure coursing through your mind â and they'd barely touched you yet. You hummed contentedly as Erik's hands found the hem of your tank top, pulling it off while Charles' fingers trailed down your arms, grasping your hands and guiding you towards the bed. Shimmying out of your sweatpants, you sat down and kicked them off, then shuffled further up the bed. You leaned back on your elbows, hoping to entice them to join you, but they remained standing, their eyes raking over every inch of you. Suddenly self-conscious, you realised that, apart from Charles' open shirt, they were both still fully clothed, while you lay before them in just your underwear. You would have to change that..
You closed your eyes tight, focusing on them. Charles mustâve heard your thoughts, and he was removing his shirt now, moving to his belt, but Erik just stood, watching you both. He looked so calm, but you could see his rapid, heaving breaths, and the desperation that was growing in his trousers. His breathing was just enough movement for you to latch on to, reaching out and starting to pull up the hem of his top, and he smirked, a grin spreading as he lifted his arms to help you, and you discarded the black material across the room. You blinked your eyes open slowly, and after a small pause where Charles glanced at him, presumably communicating where they were going to be, and finally got a good look at him before he knelt down before the bed, grabbing your hips and pulling you towards him, making you squeal.
"God, you're beautiful," he murmured, planting kisses up your thighs as his fingertips hooked under your pants, pulling them off. You sat up slightly as Charles moved behind you, resting your back against his chest. He grasped your jaw, turning your head to kiss him. "And this is quite a viewâŠ" You blushed, giggling, as Erik settled between your legs, his hands gripping your ass and angling you for access.
"So is this," Charles whispered, his hands finding your bra clasp as Erik's kisses inched closer to your aching core.
"Fuck, ErikâŠ" you whimpered, your hand darting to his hair as his tongue delved into your folds, his hot mouth enveloping you with a groan. Your bra discarded, hands immediately cupped and kneaded your chest, making your head roll back, eyes fluttering closed with sheer bliss. Charles's lips found your neck, nipping the sensitive skin behind your ear and eliciting a soft moan.
"He thinks you taste divine, darling," Charles whispered, and you smiled, already panting as the pressure in your core built. "He does think you could be a little louder, thoughâŠ" As if on cue, Erik's hands left your assâone arm pinning you to the bed by your hips, the other at your entrance. Before you knew it, he was pushing two fingers inside you. You groaned, still holding back slightly, acutely aware of the house full of people.
Donât be shy, I can make sure no one can hear you.
As his voice echoed in your mind, Erik's fingers inside you curled upward, hitting that sweet spot that made you melt. Simultaneously, Charles' fingers found your nipples, pinching and rolling them in a deliciously painful way that drew a guttural noise from your throat. The sound was loud and raw, tearing through your body just like the building pleasure was. Erik's tongue continued its relentless assault on your clit, never pausing. You writhed on the bed, so close to the edge it almost hurt, your moans and whines filling the room.
âOh God⊠fuck I think Iâm going toâŠâ You felt Erik groan against you, and you looked down at him, seeing him peering up at you through half lidded eyes, lust on his face evident and a realisation hit you then. One of the most powerful men in the world was on his knees in front of you, and behind you was the other, lips planted on your neck, their sole purpose being to give you pleasure. It was enough to send you over the edge.
Your back arched, pressing further into Charles as a low, reverberating groan was pulled from your throat, riding out the waves with his mouth still between your thighs, and you couldnât stop your hips from grinding into him. He finally realised you when you were done, shaking and quivering on the bed, slowly removing his fingers from you.
âYou should really have a taste, Charles.â He muttered, moving up onto the bed and crawling over you to reach him, presenting his fingers to his mouth. You watch in awe as Charles took them into his mouth gratefully, sucking them clean as Erik watched, a dark look entering his eyes.
âYou were rightâŠâ he muttered, hands moving to your hair and pushing it from your face as he kissed you gently. âDivine.â You hummed into his mouth and kissed him harder, tasting yourself on his tongue, which made that all too familiar ache build up in your core once again.
âLook at thatâŠâ you heard Erik start talking, alongside the sound of his belt buckle undoing, âsheâs needy already.â You released Charles lips, sitting up slightly to grab a hold of Erikâs waistband, undoing the button and fly quickly and frantically, revealing the huge tent in his boxers.
âLooks like Iâm not the only oneâŠâ you whispered, moving into a seated position on your knees as your hands ran gently across his bulge, seeing his hips move towards you instinctively, begging for more even though the rest of his body language said otherwise. âI can help with that.â His eyes darkened, and you wondered where he would want to be, but Charles was one step ahead of you.
He wants your mouth, darling. You smiled, guiding him back to the headboard with a gentle push on his chest, your fingers tracing the contours of his muscles before letting him get comfortable. Meanwhile, you turned your attention to Charles, putting on a show as you kissed him again, but deeper this time, your tongue taking its time to explore his mouth. Your hands deftly worked at his trousers while his roamed the lower half of your body, all eager grasps and breathless pants against your lips. You loved seeing him come undone beneath your touch, his raw desire palpable, and yours was evident by the slick forming between your thighs.
"Turn around for me, sweetheart." Erik's gruff voice rang out behind you. You obliged, settling on your knees to see a beautiful sight. He had finally taken off his trousers and boxers, and you paused to drink him in. Relaxed against the headboard, legs spread wide, his posture screamed dominance, accentuated by the small smirk playing on his lips as he watched you. Your gaze wandered down, taking in his toned body, strong arms, and down to the happy trail leading to the thing you wanted most. He was hardâpainfully so, it seemedâand he stroked himself languidly while waiting for you. And he was big, bigger than you expected, and you swallowed hard at the thought of him, of how he would feelâŠ.
Charles had also stripped down completely, and he moved right behind you on the bed, hips pressed to your ass, and his erection pressed against your back.
âCome hereâŠâ Erik said, leaning forward and pulling you close by the back of your neck and smashing his lips into yours. You could feel Charles behind you, pulling your hips back and setting you up for him, his hands kneading your ass in a way that made you moan into Erikâs mouth.
Are you safe?
On the pill, Iâm all yours. Erik released you from his lips and sat back, giving Charles a small nod and using the hand on your neck to keep your head up and facing him.
âEyes on me, babygirl.â You nodded, eyes widening and a moan escaping your lips as you felt Charles press up against your entrance, fully sheathing himself in one swift motion.
âFuck, darling, you feel so good.â He groaned, breathing ragged.
"God, so do you," you whispered, breathless as you adjusted to his size. Your eyes remained locked on Erik's, whose expression darkened as he stroked himself faster. Charles pulled out slowly, taking his time, before thrusting back into you forcefully, his hips colliding with yours. You moaned and whimpered as he set a rhythm, his hands roaming through your hair and up and down your back, murmuring praises and curses. You had finally caught your breath, and you knew it was time someone else got a little attention, so you lowered your head. Your tongue swirled around Erik's cock as his hand gripped your hair tightly. You took him into your mouth, managing just over half before pulling back, one hand moving to his base, the other steadying you on the bed. Matching Charles' pace, you bobbed up and down, drawing a growl of satisfaction from Erik that made your cunt clench, eliciting similar sounds from the man behind you. He pulled you into him by your hips, each thrust pure bliss, and you knew another climax was imminent if he just...
The telepath clearly sensed your thoughts, his hand reaching around to find your clit with precision. He rubbed tight circles in perfect rhythm, building the pressure once more. You could only moan weakly around the cock deep in your throat.
"She's close, Erik. I want to hear her," Charles said breathlessly. You could tell he was nearing his peak too as Erik lifted you off him by your hair, gripping tightly.
"Are you going to come for him, sweetheart?" Erik asked, his low tone making you whimper.
"Fuck... so close... Iâ" Your words dissolved into a moan as your orgasm overwhelmed you. Your eyes fluttered closed, and your head rolled into Erik's hands. Your body melted into blissful jelly, your core pulsing around Charles, and he followed shortly after, his hips faltering as he pressed deep into you. With a groan in your ear, he filled you, then bit your shoulder as you both rode out the waves of pleasure together.
You were a shuddering mess by the time he was done, barely holding yourself up as he pulled out of you with a deep sigh. He pressed soft kisses down your spine as Erik lifted your head up, lust etched on his face.
âYou still up for me, sweetheart?â His fingers ran across your lips and cheek, and you nodded, still breathless.
Iâm going to clean up, can I leave you two to it?You heard Charles in your head, and you sent over a yes, turning your head to kiss him goodbye.
âShall I clean you up before I go, darling?â He asked, clearly having asked Erik the same thing, before standing and moving over to him, kissing him deeply.
âI think weâll be ok.â Erik muttered, a mischievous look on his face. You smiled, forcing your weary legs to move towards him. He held you up by your hips as you heard the bathroom door close, a quick have fun thrown into your head. You kissed him softly, tenderly as you sank onto him, a sweet, low growl filling your mouth as your hips met hisâa surprisingly easy feat despite his size thanks to what had been left behind by Charles. Your legs trembled, worn out, but you pressed your body close to Erik's, draping your head over his shoulder as he guided your movements with his hands. It was intimate - hands tangled in hair, soft, short breaths mingling with deep, grinding strokes that quickly brought you to the edge yet again. Panting and whining in his ear, you tried to tell him how close you were, but the sensation overtook you before you could form the words. Your nails dug into his back as pleasure washed over you. He whispered your name in a dark, husky tone, and then he was coming too, deep inside you. Somehow, he ground even deeper as you managed to lift your head just enough to kiss him.
You both stayed like that for a moment, catching your breath, bodies intertwined. Erik's hands traced lazy patterns on your back, sending shivers down your spine. As your heartbeat slowly returned to normal, you lifted your head to meet his gaze, finding a mix of satisfaction and tenderness in his eyes. With a soft smile, he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering on your cheek. You wanted to stay like this forever, feeling his heartbeat against your chest, but the moment was broken by the shower turning off. You blushed, climbing off him slowly, slumping next to him on the bed, feeling empty without him inside of you. You knew you would have to go and clean up soon, but you felt so comfortable with his arm draped around you, you didnât want to move. He pulled the blanket from the bottom of the bed up, draping it over you as you waited for Charles, your eyes fluttering closed peacefully.
âWell, this is nice sight.â You smiled, opening your eyes to see him in the doorway to the bathroom, wet hair hanging over his face and towel wrapped around his waist.
âThis is a pretty nice view from here too.â You replied. âCan IâŠ?â
âGo ahead.â Erik muttered, planting one last kiss on your lips as you headed to the bathroom. You had just closed the door when you heard the bed creak, and they started talking.
âWe got lucky with her, didnât we?â Charles muttered, and you heard Erik sigh.
âYes, I think we did.â
#x men#erik lensherr x reader#charles xavier x reader#erik lehnsherr#charles xavier#cherik#reader insert
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Maybe bnd reacting to someone asking them if their girlfriend is single, like they obviously know itâs a joke but also đ€šđ€š yknow?
hi, hi. 𫶠gotchu gotchu :p
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pairing: bnd x reader.
warnings: none? maybe a little bit suggestive in the legal line idk.
summary: how would bnd react to someone asking if their gf was single.
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sungho; i feel like he won't be mad mad, he might laugh a little bit before answering with a "sorry, bud, missed the queue", holding you and kissing your cheek before feeling that thrill going up his body. he knew you were the prettiest girl and it made him so proud to have you for himself.
riwoo; "i'm sorry?" with the most concerned look ever. he would be a little bit offended by the fact that this person saw you with him, literally hugging and all lovey dovey, and still had the balls to ask if HIS girlfriend was single. be so fucking fr, heâs leaving that place with u ASAP.
jaehyun; tbh idk, i feel like he could be one edge or the other, like he might get super mad and uncomfortable about it or just completely ignore it and laugh about the fact that the guy thought he had a chance w u :') âsheâs mine, bro, and i can assure u she ainât going nowhereâ he would mention w a sly smile, securing your waist a softly kissing your cheek. and he was so right about that.
taesan; he would be the quiet one, no laugh, no sadness, no pouting, just a blank stare that ended up by scaring the dude away because why the fuck was he just staring??? once they left, he would look at you and pout a little bit before clicking his tongue âwhy didnât you say anything? are u perhaps single and I didnât get the memo?â he would be so sulky about it on the way home only to forget about it when you softly cuddled him to sleep while assuring him he was the one and only for you.
leehan; dude didnât even hear right away what the other guy said, he just frowned at him and tilted his head, a smirk landing on his lips when he noticed you didnât say anything. âtbh idk, man, letâs ask her. are u single?â he turned to u this time with a mocking grin but you could tell that you should play it safe and not joke around with the tight grip on your waist when he demanded for an answer. âI am not, and will not be any time soonâ , âwhat a bummer, right? just for u thoâ he told the guy. heâs such a bitch omg.
woonhak; well, woonhak might get a little bit mad about it, feeling that maybe he wasnât doing enough to make his presence in your life clear, and also because you just looked at him and did not deny the guyâs words. âsheâs not, dude, wtf? weâre literally together, gtfoâ and he wasnât even entirely mad at you (just a little bit) but it would make him very uncomfortable and he would think about it for a few days, even asking you if he was not a good boyfie :(( please tell him he is.
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warnings: smut, dom!billie, sub!reader, oral (r receiving), strap on sex, swearing
a/n: i genuinely think iâve forgotten to write smut iâm scaredÂ
readers pov:
"baby baby baby! come listen to this song i made!" a very energetic billie said, bursting into our room.
"okay my love," i chuckle at her excitement.
she pulls my arm, dragging me downstairs into her studio.
finneas isn't here, he usually is when i listen to her new songs.
huh how weird.
brushing it off, billie sits on her chair pulling my onto her lap.
she puts her headphones on me, giggling in excitement i smile at her happiness.
the best comes through the headphones, my head bops along to it.
it's like a cute pop song.
i could eat that girl for lunch, yeah she dances on my tongue taste like she might be the one.
my eyes widen when i hear the lyrics, i turn to her wide eyed and a slight blush covering my cheeks.
she smirks at me, i continue to listen.
i could buy her so much stuff, it's a craving not a crush.
i feel a familiar heat between my legs, billies hands travel to rest on my thighs.
so now she's coming up the stairs so i'm pulling up a chair, and i'm putting up my hair.
oh my god.
the smile and blush on my face grows bigger, as i mouth 'oh my god' to her.
she has the biggest smile on her face, super proud of her work nodding her head along to the beat.
baby, i think you were made for me somebody write down the recipe been trying hard not to overeat your just so sweet.
i shyly look down once the song stops, the dark haired girl takes the headphones off me.
"so what do you think angel?" she asks.
i giggle shyly, i already know i'm definitely bright red.
"it was, woah," i look in billies eyes, her pupils wide no doubt mine are too.
"yeah? you like it?" she teases,
"billieee," i whine.
"i need some more inspiration on the song, wanna help me out mama?" she smirks.
i nod eagerly,
"words baby,"
"yes yes yes!" i enthusiastically say, with that her smile grows bigger as she leans in.
she connects our lips in a passionate kiss, my hands tangle themselves in her dark brown hair.
one of her hands rests on my waist as the other trails up my thigh, we eventually have to pull away for air.
she takes this as the opportunity to ask,
 "can i take these off pretty girl?" she plays with the waistband of my sleep shorts.
"of course," i giggle shuffling, lifting myself off her lap so she can pull them off.
i connect our lips once more, sighing into the kiss.
i feel her hand on my thigh getting higher and higher, my pussy fully exposed drilling waiter for billies fingers.
"please," i whine into the kiss,
"please what?"
"please touch me,"
she complies, her fingers finding my clit and massaging the swollen area.
i moan into her, my hands tangling themselves into her hair again.
she rubs gently, my mouth hangs open.
her fingers leave my clit, finding my entrance and pushing in.
"my god you're so tight sweetheart," she groans, pushing her finger in my tight whole.
i gasp the stretch making my mind go fuzzy, my entire focus on the brunette making me feel good.
she pumps her fingers in and out, i rock back and fourth on her fingers.
my hand going to reach for billies free hand, guiding it too my clit making her rub tight circles.
she takes the hint her fingers rubbing my clit fast, her fingers get faster as she pushes in a third.
i moan loudly, her touch always lights me on fire it feels so good.
i feel a familiar pit in my stomach, i feel myself on the edge.
"i'm close," i gasp out, billie smirksÂ
rubbing and pumping faster.
"you gonna cum for me baby?" she teases, focusing on rubbing my clit.
"fuck- yes!" i let go, releasing all over billies fingers and lap.
"good girl," she praises me.
"cmon i wanna take care of you properly," she picks me up suddenly, i yelp holding onto her shoulders.
i giggle as she carries me carefully, up the stairs and eventually laying me down on our bed.
she hovers over me, i smile looking into her eyes lovingly.
i love it when we have passionate loving sex, like yes hate fucking and ruff sex is good but i love soft caring taking care of me sex.
billie connects our lips once again, her tongue entering my mouth, i don't fight her for dominance.
knowing she'll win easily.
she kisses down my neck, stopping to nibble and bite creating blue and black marks all over, i moan softly my hips bucking up needing friction.
"patience baby," she tells me, i whine rubbing my thighs together.
she kisses down my chest before pausing, "can i take this off mama?" she plays with the front of my sleep top.
"yes please," i say quickly.
"cute," she chuckles, she removes my shirt i'm fully exposed to her now.
"take yours off.. please," i beg her, looking up at her with big doe eyes; ones i know she can't resist.
"okay sweet girl," she smirks, sitting up slightly to remove her shirt.
i see she's forgone a bra so her entire breasts are on display, my hands immediately want to go to fondle with them.
"you can touch honey, go on," she encourages, giving me the permission i needed.
my hands reach up to her breasts, piinching her nipples and squeezing.
i lean up so my mouth is in line with them, i take her nipple into my mouth swirling it around.
"oh! fuck," she throws her head back, her hands tangling themselves in my hair.
i smile into her, pride filling me as i can make the older woman feel this good.
"i need to fuck you, hard." she pulls me off her breasts, slamming my hands above my head.
"don't you dare move," she tells me, climbing off my lap and heading into the closet.
i know exactly what she's getting out, i'm proven right when she walks back into the room.
my favourite strap around her waist.
pink and sparkly, with thick veins i can feel every one of them, 8 whole inches.
"ready pretty girl?" billie says climbing back on the bed, and up to me.
"uh huh," i whine, my hips bucking up i can feel a puddle of my arousal pooling underneath me.
billies hand travels down to my cunt, my clit twitches in anticipation.
"we need to stretch her out a bit first princess," she looks at my cunt and her fingers sliding up and down.
they find my entrance and slide in, i wince in pain at the stretch.
"oh!" a moan comes out of my mouth, in pain and pleasure.
"tell me when your ready for me to move baby," billie says, not moving her fingers at all waiting until i'm ready.
if i wasn't so needy, it's the sweetest thing.
"please move, i need it," i whimper, once again bucking my hips up to get her to move.
âpatience mama,â she starts slowly pumping her finger in and out, gradually speeding up until iâm a moaning panting mess.
âthatâs it, focus on me,â she uses her free hand to lift my head up from under my chin to look into her eyes.
my eyes close briefly and i get a light slap to the face, i whimper my eyes opening to a very stern faced billie.
âkeep those eyes on me, you look away or close them and i stop,â she tells me, i nod slowly my head wanting to roll back so bad once she added a second finger.
âgood girl,âÂ
âfaster,â i mange to get out through all my moans, she listens and starts pumping faster and faster.
âoh my god,â i whine, she smirks whilst one of her hands goes up to my breasts squeezing harshly trying to tip me over the edge.
âyou close pretty girl?â she asks in a low voice,Â
âyes yes yes yes yes,â i chant, my mind so foggy just with billie, billie, billie.
âim gonna cum,â i rush out, balling up the bed sheets in my hand.
âhold it,â she says, i immediately cry out i canât hold it any longer.
âpâŠ-please..just let me cum,â i whimper, which seems to have work as she takes pity on me.
âoh my poor girl, okay honey cum for me,âÂ
her words send me over the edge, i release everywhere the heat in my stomach dying down.
âoh baby, you did so so well iâm so proud of you what a good girl!â her words just get my worked up yet again.
i trail my hand down to the strap, sliding my hand up and down the base of the strap bumps against billies clit i know that from when sheâs cum whilst in me.
âalready mama?â she chuckles, âyou that needy for me?â she mockingly pouts at me.
âplease billie,â i whine, knowing iâll get what i want if i just throw her name in there.
âshit, okay sweetheart,â she lines up the toy with my entrance, âitâs gonna hurt a bit,âÂ
i reach down to hold her hand, squeezing tightly as she pushes into me no matter how many times i take it, it hurts like a bitch each time.
âyouâre doing so well my love, just a bit more,â she encourages me my heart melts at how sweet she is even dominating me.
ây..y-you ca..fuck you can- move now,â i say too focused on how good she feels inside of me.
âokay angel,â she moves her hips and i cry out.
âsh sh sh, youâre okay,â she soothes, holding my hand in hers yet again.
billies hips go in and out slowly at first, letting me get used to the stretch and feeling.
âdoing so good for me,â she grunts as she speeds up her thrusts.
i moan out in pleasure, the pain all gone now and the only thing i can focus on is how perfect billie looks smirking down at me.
âyouâre- sâŠso fuck!- so pretty,â i mange to get out barely.
âoh sweet girl why thank you, youâre absolutely perfect,â she chuckles going even harder.
the tip of the strap hits my g spot over and over, making a pit form in my stomach.
âthatâs it pretty girl, doing so well,â her words and voice really make me closer to the edge.
her breasts bouncing with every thrust, no doubt mine doing the same she takes mine in her hands still thrusting hard.
she fondles them and takes one into her mouth, the pit in my stomach grows bigger and bigger.
she leaves my breasts for a while, them being raw and red from her constant sucking.
she connects our lips into a passionate kiss, i moan deeply into the kiss she thrusts long deep and hard.
once her lips leave mine i rush out, âiâm gonna cum!â
âf-fuck⊠right there- donât stop!â i stutter out, my brain going to mush my cunt twitching in overstimulation.
âcum for me mama,â and i do, i feel a different feeling in my stomach and know im gonna squirt.
it gets everywhere, all over billie and the bed plus me.
i pant heavily, billie stilling inside of me stroking my waist gently bringing me down from my high.
âiâm gonna pull out now okay angel?â she softly says.
i nod, so incredibly exhausted.
she pulls out and i wince in pain and at the empty feeling.Â
âthere we go sweetheart, good girl you did so so well,â she coos, praising me so much.
âyou feel okay baby?â billies asks me, undoing the harnesses on the strap and chucking it across the room to clean up later.
âiâm okay,â i close my eyes and smile, i feel amazing but so exhausted.
âletâs get you some water baby, ill be right back,â she kisses my very sweaty forehead, and leaves the room to go downstairs.
i turn over on my side, my eyes still staying closed.
i lay there for a while before hearing our bedroom door open again.
billie comes in, now wearing an oversized shirt, sheâs holding a bowl and has a glass of water in the other hand.
âiâve got some cut up fruit for you sweet girl, you need to eat something okay?â sheâs always making sure i eat well, knowing my past eating disorder.
billie helps me sit up gently, my legs aching already i open my very heavy eyes to give a weak smile to her.
âokay,â i nod, letting her place the bowl on my lap thereâs strawberries, raspberryâs watermelon and cut up apples.
she places the full glass of water on the side too which i immediately go and pick up downing most of it.
âhang on baby, can i change the sheets? i donât want my girl sleeping in dirty sheets,âÂ
âuh huh,â she helps me up, supporting me on my very shaky legs.
she lets me sit on the sofa in our room, whilst she goes to the closet and grabs fresh sheets and duvets.
i watch her in silence, itâs only when sheâs done i realise iâm still naked.
âbillie? can i wear your shirt please?â i ask, i know i have a whole closet full of my own clothes but thereâs something so comforting about wearing billies.
âoh of course you can angel,â she finishes changing the bed and goes back into the closet.
coming out with a oversized hit me hard and soft merch tshirt and a pair of her boxers.
she hands them to me and i get changed, âthank you bil,â i smile up at her she leans down placing a kiss to my lips.
âcome on letâs get you fed and rested,â she picks me up like a toddler and places me down on my side of the bed.
she climbs in next to me under the covers, grabbing the tv remote from the side.
âfriends?â she doesnât even need to ask really, she knows thatâs what iâll want to watch.
âof course,â i giggle, scooting closer to billie she wraps her arm around me.
âeat up sweet girl, then you can get some sleep,â she tells me.
i begin to eat my fruit, we sit in a comfortable silence whilst we eat the occasional laugh leaving our mouths at the show.
âdone!â i show her the empty bowl, she takes it from me and puts it on the side.
âwell done my love, iâm so so proud of you,â she kisses my forehead.
she lays down more, letting me lay completely on top of her i sigh in comfort.
i never want to move from her arms.
âgoodnight pretty girl,â is the last thing i hear before falling into a deep sleep.
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can't get you out of my head
member â fwb!vernon x f reader genre â smut, like a little tiny bit of angst? with a happy ending word count â 2.4k synopsis â so what if calling your fuck buddy every other day is a little excessive? maybe you're just in love with him. smut warnings â descriptions of female anatomy, lots and lots of kissing, some dacryphilia, multiple orgasms, begging, creampie warnings â vernon is called hansol - i don't usually do that but just go with it; vernon is kind of a sweetheart tbh this ended up being pretty soft notes â june is back !! i've really been struggling to write these past few months so i'm actually super proud that i was able to sit down and write this as fast as i did. i can't promise another fic anytime soon or any kind of consistent uploads, but i hope you enjoy this meager offering! thanks for the support even while i've been gone :) also this is based on a dream i had about vernon the other day and i could not stop thinking about it it was driving me crazy, so everyone say thank you to my brain or the sandman or whoever put that idea in my dreams because this fic is a result of it. if there are mistakes pls ignore i wrote this at 2am
the thing you remember most about hansol is his lips.
the first time you kissed him was like opening a door to a world you'd never known existed. your past hookups had been terrible kissers, or even worseâhadn't even tried to kiss you at all. you were sick of the boring, underwhelming sex with men who couldn't care less if you got off or not. but some god or being in the universe must've been looking out for you, because finding hansol was nothing short of a miracle.
it was so good, you weren't even that embarrassed when you'd desperately texted him a couple of nights later, practically begging him to come over and fuck you again. he was burned into your brain, the feeling of his mouth locked with yours seared so deep in your memory you couldn't erase him if you tried, but it wasn't exactly like you wanted to.Â
he hadn't explicitly said you would only be a one night stand, but you usually didn't hang around the same guy for too long, and he didn't really seem like the commitment type anyway. but when you find something this good, you don't let it go, and somehow you both knew that whatever this was, it was too good to pass up on.
so it wasn't really a surprise when you found yourself on his couch, straddling his lap in the late hours of the night for the third time this week.Â
like you remembered, his lips were warm and soft, his cheek brushing against yours as you melted into him. you could kiss him for hours and not notice the time passing at all, so focused on the rhythm of his mouth working you up more than anything you'd done with any man you'd slept with before.
the heat of his hands resting on your hips sends shivers up and down your spine, unconsciously arching towards him as his tongue pushes into your mouth.
one gentle hand travels carefully up beneath your shirt, tracing the skin of your stomach before stopping at your breast, your heartbeat racing beneath his palm.
your breath is hot on his cheek as you readjust your position, slipping your knees onto either side of his hips and sinking down to straddle his lap. your clothed cunt throbs as he presses his bulge against the inside of your thigh, and you don't hold back the open-mouthed moan that escapes you as his other hand quickly reaches up to angle your jaw and guide your lips back to his.
you push your hips down a little harder on him and his nails dig into your breast. his grip tightens a little as his hips cant up against you, desperate for more pressure against his strained cock.
your eyelids flutter as his other hand tilts your chin upwards, finally breaking away from your mouth only to reattach his lips at the base of your jaw. his tongue laves over your skin before he starts to suck, and you shiver when he pulls back and cold air hits the wet patch of spit on your neck.
you have to focus hard not to drool when you open your eyes and catch a glimpse of his face, lust-glazed eyes staring up at you through his long, thick lashes, his intense gaze fixed on you.
if you ever get past this weird in-between stage of talking but not talking, maybe you'll tell him how jealous you are of his beautiful, natural eyelashes. if you ever actually get to have a conversation with him outside of calling to hook up, maybe you'll tell him how nice his lips are. you'll tell him how soft his hands are and how he's by far the best person you've ever slept with, leaps and bounds better than all the rest, andâ
before you fully realize what's happening, you feel your shirt being pulled over your head and hansol's lips have made their way down to your chest. without a sound his hands roam your body, fingers drawing invisible lines over your bare skin and leaving trails of goosebumps with every touch.
he doesn't talk much during sex, or maybe you just don't know each other well enough yet for him to have much to say. aside from the way he occasionally murmurs about how perfect you are â an oddly intimate thing to say to someone who's just a friend with benefits, but coming from him it sounds so casual â the only words you ever get out of him are curses and whimpered pleas.
the only words he ever gets out of you are shamelessly begging him, please kiss me again, please, hansol; and you're always too far gone to care about how whiny you sound, because you need his lips on you so fucking bad you think you might just die without them. but he always obliges, quickening the speed of his thrusts and wrapping his arms around you tighter so he can kiss you deeper, until your lips are numb and you can still feel the weight of him holding you even hours after he's gone.
so maybe you do have a teeny tiny crush on hansol. anyone in their right mind would, and when he's finished with you tonight you're sure you won't have much mind left to even think about it. certainly this is a problem for another day, a day when you'll inevitably call him again so he can make you lose your mind all over again and you won't have to think about how much you like him, and you'll continue like that for who knows how long.Â
maybe he'll get bored of you, or find someone else, or move to another city too far for you to justify travelling for a relationship that isn't even a relationshipâŠ
⊠but then he lets out a little groan and you fall back into reality, the reality where you've been making out with him for the past half hour and he quietly but confidently lets you know if he doesn't get his dick out soon he's definitely going to cum in his pants and not only will it make him look like a loser but he also won't get to fuck you, which is the whole reason you asked him to meet up tonight, right?
well, yeah, you guess, but a part of you knows there's more to it than that. but that's not really a conversation for right now.
you lean down to press another chaste kiss against those lips that you can't stop thinking about, and your fingers pull his t-shirt over his head before finding their way down to the button at the top of his jeans.
you've had his cock inside you more times than you think you deserve, but still your stomach bubbles with excitement as he lifts his hips and shimmies out of his pants, the outline against his briefs more than enough to make your mouth water before he slips those off, too.
for tonight, you're the recipient of his undivided attention. you alone get to have him and his perfect cock all to yourself; maybe not forever, but for right now, and that's all you really need.
he presses his hand against his bulge, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as you stand up from his lap to kick off your pants and underwear.
you must have been taking too long for his liking, though, because as soon as you're fully nude his hands tug impatiently at your waist and pull you back down onto him.Â
he lets out a heavy sigh, the head of his cock pressed deliciously against your clit as you start to rock your hips back and forth.
but before long his hands bring you to a stop and he lets out his usual string of pleas to let him fuck you, and now it's your turn to sigh in relief as he pushes into you, the stretch so natural like he was the only one who was made to sit you on his lap.
he doesn't move right away. he never moves right away, whether to give you a chance to adjust or maybe because he himself can't handle the feeling. either way, you always struggle to take in a shaky breath as your walls flutter around him, perfectly thick and long that you could probably cum untouched like this if you sat there for long enough.
but as badly as you want to never move and let him cockwarm you for hours, he always eventually moves.Â
he starts out slow, just a few inches at a time, a gentle in and out that's almost romantic until you feel like you can breathe normally againâ right before he knocks the breath out of you, increasing his pace until the room is filled with the loud sounds of skin against skin.
he always fucks you like it's been months since he's came, even though you know for a fact it was last thursday and all over your stomach. all you can do now is hang onto his broad shoulders for dear life, nails scratching helplessly at his muscles as he carries you up and over the edge, pushing you into the first of many orgasms tonight.
sometimes he'll make a comment about how wet you get when he fucks you like this, rough and fast as he pounds into you like there's no tomorrow. and that's when you'll agree, yes you love it so much, yes he's so good, yes you need more and please, please keep going.
if it were anyone else they'd probably smirk at that, satisfied with the momentary boost to their ego. but that's what you love about hansol, is that he's not anyone else: he'll take those words and use them to somehow fuck you even rougher and even faster, so rough and so fast that sometimes tears will start to roll down your cheeks, and that's usually about when you start begging him to kiss you.
you can't help it. the way he bounces you so effortlessly on his cock, his lips parted and beads of sweat trickling down his neck, you need him bad. you want to be closer to him, closer than you know is physically possible but damn if you won't try anyway.
throwing your hands around his neck and falling against his chest, tears still streaming from your eyes as you plead with him, repeating his name over and over and over like you've lost your mind and he's the only thing left. in all honesty, maybe he is.
he quietly shushes you and tilts his chin up to capture your lips in the kiss you so badly crave, and it's everything you need and more and somehow still not enough but you can't think straight anymore when his cock is hitting you just right and his mouth is also just right and each vein, each curve, each ridge, drags perfectly along your walls and he's splitting you open and goddamn you are ruined for anybody else.
you feel like you're skirting in and out of consciousness when you cum again, squeezing around his cock so tight that even his powerful thrusts can't continue at their current pace.
it isn't long before he lets go too, holding you flush against his body as he fills you up, painting your insides white with a breathy moan, and in a weird way it makes you feel kind of proud.
you both sit there for a moment, panting as you start to come down.
without even standing up you already know your legs are jell-o, but you don't really have time to think about that as hansol lifts you off his lap and sets you carefully on the couch, leaving you with another kiss before he stands up and disappears down the hall, returning seconds later with a towel that looks suspiciously new.
you'd asked him about his bathroom towels last time you'd been over at his place. a mismatched collection of white and brown and aquamarine that he'd taken with him when he'd moved out of his parent's house, he said, he'd never really had a reason to buy a set of his own.Â
the grey cloth in his hand now that he uses to gently wipe between your legs is one you don't remember seeing.
he finishes and you want him to kiss you again, but you're too shy to ask now so he leaves you again with just a kind smile this time.
you've put most of your wrinkled clothes back on by the time he comes back. he offers to drive you home every time afterwards, but you always insisted you were fine, already feeling like you'd overstayed your welcome.
this time he doesn't offer, though, just quietly sits down next to you to pull on his own clothes until you're both fully dressed.
he speaks before the awkward silence has time to set in.
"have you been seeing anybody else?" he asks, and it's probably the longest sentence he's spoken to you outside of when he's fucking you.
it takes you a couple seconds to say no. god, you sound like a loser, but you couldn't lie to him. since the very first time with hansol the thought of seeing anyone besides him hadn't even crossed your mind. just like you thought; ruined.
it takes him a couple seconds to reply, too.Â
"good," he says, and you could almost swear his cheeks are pinker than usual as he admits that he hasn't been with anyone, either. "could we keep it that way?"
your breath catches a little. "yeah?"
"yeah," he answers. "whatever⊠this is, i like it. and i like you."
and just like that, things make sense.Â
"maybe, would you, y'know, wanna stay this time?" he asks, and you can't hide the grin on your face as you lean over and kiss him again, your answer evident in the way your hand falls against his warm chest and your fingers weave gently through his hair.
everything is so simple with hansol.
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Their 18+ fantasies about you (for singles)
pick a number 1-6 OR an emoji đ„ đ đïž đ¶ïž đł đŁ
(ps. this reading is for practice and for fun)
1.đ„ First of all, this is someone, who might be having hot thoughts about you especially in the morning. But even if not, they might fantasize about having morning sxx with you. They imagine courting you showing off their strength and agility and flexibility. For some reason the word gladiator is coming through, so maybe they have quite the muscles. They definitely do imagine having a quickie with you. Maybe a quickie in the morning. And they also focus on the breathing. So maybe they like to imagine breathing onto your neck or ears, soft moaning and they want it to be hard for you to breath. Like speed, they really like speedy sxx. So they like to imagine just swiftly putting it in and going at full speed. They also might fantasize about pregnancy sxx or making you pregnant. Some key details for this pile in regards to their fantasies is they like to take their time. As like they can go about it for hours. They imagine doing it many times. They also fantasize a lot about what you'd look like naked and what you sound like. This person comes through as someone you've never done it with before. Also, they might fantasize about you taking a shower and them seeing you all wet and naked. They want a taste of your lips. This person fantasizes about being in your embrace. Also, it looks like it's possible they've been watching some 18+ stuff and they've seen something they want to play out with you. ++: When they fantasize about doing it with you, they might prefer the idea of you two being a couple, because they want to sort of have permission from you. This person likes to imagine you doing the "basics", which they imagine it all being so amazing and perfect. They imagine it to be so great that the neighbours can hear you! They really like to imagine, how your body is so receptive to them and how ready and wet you are. Again, shower reference. Definitely lights on. This person likes to imagine it very vivid with details. And then they just imagine your two naked bodies going at it, rolling on the bed, changing positions and they like to imagine also doing it while spooning. They imagine a lot of heat and passion there. I'm getting also warm summer nights or early autumn.
2.đ This person either imagines doing it during daytime with you or they want the lights on. They want to see everything and they want to be seen! They are very sensual and sexual and they are proud. They love their body and they want you to love it, too. Dignity is important for this person. They like to imagine you two looking both super sexy and that you have very passionate sxx together. Like riding off to the sunset. But they don't want it to be too serious. They want it to be joyful. They fantasize about you two being playful, joking and laughing, while doing it. There is also focus on the hair. They fantasize about your hair, you letting it down and they can touch it, smell it and even pull your hair and they want the same. They also fantasize about kissing your forehead and pressing their forehead against yours. Something else coming through as well is they could like to imagine you both being tipsy or lightly drunk. They like to imagine in that sense quick action like you both quickly undressing. There is a focus on playing with each others' lower parts. Of course, they imagine you both getting a happy ending. They really like to imagine the details and what you would look like naked. Also, like what kind of lingerie you could be wearing. ++: Being a bit drunk is definitely a huge fantasy of theirs. They like to imagine that you are you and that you could be a little difficult and they like to imagine that you both kinda avoid each other but in reality you can't take it anymore, because you both just desire each other so bad. And so they like to imagine you two teasing each other, until you can't take it anymore and then it's just messy and so passionate and intense. They might like to imagine you getting dressed ready to leave and as they pull you in closer to kiss you, then you go at it again. Or vice versa. Like they like to imagine that it's way too difficult to leave and go back home. That in a way they are sure you'll end up doing it again another day. Hope it makes sense.
3.đïž This pile could be about freaky sxx. This person could fantasize about fake d's, toys, wearing chokers, maybe with bells, etc. Maybe you have a huge difference in height. They fantasize about you being open about the things they wanna do in bed with you. They'd like you to be cool about it. Maybe they are into the fifty shades of grey dynamic. Because it's like they want to teach you about gratitude. They seem to fantasize about tying you up, so maybe ropes, handcuffs. Or just they like to restrict your movements. They could be dreaming about bites, digging your nails and the such. Really, the fifty shades of grey comes really strongly through for this pile. They want you to be open to it and receptive. They like to imagine rewarding you for being a good girl/boy. Listen, ain't going deeper into this, the message seems pretty clear. ++: There is definitely a bit of a forceful energy coming through here, so it seems they like to imagine scenarios, where they force themselves onto you. Touching you all they please, putting their fingers into your mouth, etc. They like to imagine that you can't escape and that in the end all you can do is surrender to them. However, it seems the main part of their fantasy is that you end up seeing them as the one for you. They imagine, how as you two have sxx, you then fall for them. That's really the main plot of their sxx fantasy about you. How suddenly you two just become intimate and it turns into love making. That you enjoy and love it, as much as they do.
4.đ¶ïž Magic, fairytale sxx. This person could be literally fantasizing about some roleplays, maybe fantasy roleplays. Like wearing ancient times costumes, kings & queens, if you catch my drift. For others, they simply fantasize about having magical sxx with you. That it's so divine, so good, so heavenly. They simply fantasize about becoming one with you, their fantasies are gentle. They just want to feel you, your body heat and they want you to feel theirs. They want it to be perfect. Navigating came through. They really, really want you in their arms. If they have their own place, they like to imagine you two doing it at their place. You are honey to this person. Sucking comes through as well. They want all of your honey in their hands and mouth and on their wand, if a man. They fantasize about intimacy, about how they want to shower you in affection, intentional affection, devoted and they want happiness. They imagine you two having a happy ending in bed. It seems they definitely imagine doing it in face to face positions, because they really want to embrace you, while doing it. It's so weird, though, looking at the cards, maybe this person is taken or you are or they are someone at a distance. But definitely this person imagines going straight to the point, the bed is shaking or whatever you are on, maybe the table. They imagine it to be random but so perfect. And that if you are into someone else, that person will become just history. ++: This looks indeed a bit more specific. There is a feeling like you two are being watched and so in their imagination it's like they aware of it, thinking about how they want to inch closer towards you, how they want to softly touch you. How they can't let others know, but they want you to know, they want to give you a sign. It's like in their imagination they think you don't need them, but they want you, they want to touch you. Very soflty and gently. They want to make eye contact, to hold your hands. They imagine how without a word their body language makes it clear to you that they want to get closer to you and then that they kiss you. They really fantasize about intimacy with you. And then they like to imagine that the sxx is effortless, you have amazing chemistry and it's so good, it all happens naturally. They imagine both ways, from behind and face to face. It seems in their fantasy they imagine that when you two come together, everyone else fades around you. Like the exes are forgotten, etc. That suddenly it's just the two of you. This person really fantasizes about you having amazing intimacy, amazing chemistry, so much affection and warmth and⊠love.
5.đł They fantasize about love with you. They fantasize about making love with you and showing their love to you. They might like to fantasize about winter, like literally snow or just about cold weather. But there is an aspect of purity and innocence in their fantasies about you. They love to watch you, so they imagine watching you. And then like a surprise attack. Like just surprising you suddenly by making a move on you. They definitely also fantasize about having a quickie with you or they just really see themselves doing it at full speed. They have a very high drive so it can manifest as them doing it really fast. But otherwise, it's for them all about the love and happy ending. There is a focus on your body and how they love to touch it in their fantasies. Also, lingerie. ++: In their fantasy, they don't want to stay second to your exes. They want it to be good, but even better. They imagine showing you appreciation and showing how they've listened to you, like they want to show you they remember the stuff you like. For example if you are into candles, they imagine getting some just for you. If you are in a situation, where perhaps you just broke up or got rejected, this person imagines you dwelling on that other person and then they just come in and then straight to action. It's like they put your phone down and lift your chin up and go for a kiss, then pull you up and start undressing you and then you do it against the wall, on the desk, whatever is their preference. And you'll do it again and again in different places and positions. They imagine they are all you need and that they give you, what the other person doesn't. And they imagine making you feel loved. They also love to fantasize about touching your tatas with their hands and mouth.
6.đŁ They might imagine, how they whisper your name or you theirs or both ways. Definitely they fantasize about it being somehow very powerful and transforming. Like very intense, high-drive sxx session with you. If they haven't done it with someone or not for a long time with anyone, it could be that there is a huge focus on that in their fantasies, like how it feels so good to finally do it with someone. They might fantasize about you sensually touching yourself and then they just come and grab you and do you. They imagine it to be perfect, amazing, positive experience. Looking at the cards, this person definitely feels a little tense and it's reflected on their fantasies as well. How they imagine there to be very high tension between you two. How you both stand there naked and feel so nervous that when you stare at each other, the air is so thick that you could touch it and that every small touch would feel so tingling. They imagine there being a sense of expectation. This person has a lot of question marks. Like they seriously don't know, how things would happen, so it comes off a little akward in their fantasies. ++: Really, a lot of awkwardness. They actually like to imagine that they are trying to touch you, but it's so weird so they pull their hand back quickly and they imagine literally walking away like it was such a stupid idea to even think that you'd want them, too. And as they are leaving, they imagine you coming after them, maybe grabbing them from their shirt to pull them back in. And they'd turn around and first caress your cheeks, cup your face and then kiss you. At first gently. They imagine dim lights and that from there you'll take the lead. They seem to see you as the one to undress them and go on your knees and so on and then you'll tell them what to do and so forth. And then you'll do it in different ways, it will be very much up to you. So each time they fantasize about doing with you, the way you do it, the places, the positions, it changes. Only that they like to imagine it each time being so good that your neighbours can hear you!
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