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mrsjjongstby · 3 days ago

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ONLY YOURS TO CATCH - N.RK

~ HIS FAVOURITE DETECTIVE

PART 2: LURED AND LOST

Pairing: Obsessed serial killer!riki x Detective!fem!reader

Synopsis: You, a detective who has always solved her cases with ease — until he appeared. A string of murders, all more twisted and challenging than the last, draws you deeper into a deadly game crafted just for you. As the lines blur between hunter and hunted, you realizes you're not just chasing a killer — you're the prize he’s been chasing all along. In a city full of noise, he made sure only you heard him.

Warnings: Killing, blood, knives, jealousy, obsession, stalking behaviour, violence, mentions of murder, dark themes, etc (let me know if i missed any!)

Word Count: 2,962

Some losses cut deeper when the hands behind them remain unseen.

It had been months since the case was closed. Months since you last spoke his name, heard his voice, solved his cases, got letters from him, and dealt with anything related with him.

The department moved on. The media did too- like always- fed off him until there wasn't anything left but headlines and obsessed forums.

But you?

You didn't move on.

Life was supposed to be normal again.

And it was.

Mostly.

You still worked on cases. Still drank coffee late at night. Still looked over your shoulders sometimes- out of habit, you told yourself.

You moved apartments too. New house. New locks. New neighborhood.

Even after all this. Riki’s looming presence never really left your side.

You find yourself in the middle of night thinking about him even when you shouldn't.

Continuously thinking about the words he last said like a mantra.

You dont miss him- of course you don't. Right?

At least that's what you believed.

Immediately dismissing any thoughts which occurred due to him.

You went on with your daily life- friends, family, superiors and cases.

But somewhere in the back of your head- Riki still lives rent free.

He always occupies your mind even without being present- even without the constant reminders of him being there, chasing you.

Yet, your thoughts always go back to him.

“You feel it too, don't you?” “The world makes sense when you’re with me”

Your thoughts get interrupted when someone knocks the door.

“Come in” you say getting out of the trance.

The door opens, revealing your junior, Yun-ji.

“Ms. Y/N, here is the file you asked for” she says as she places the file on my desk.

“Thanks, Yun-ji, you may leave” I say nodding as she smiles and leaves.

Right.

The case.

The cases on your desk felt... ordinary now. Predictable. No fear. No adrenaline. No twists. And you hated that you missed it.

You hated that his absence felt more present than any killer's face you ever traced on a board.

You hated how sometimes you feel like waiting for a note- an envelope that would never come.

The cases were easier now, except for this one.

This particular case has been eating you up since the past two days.

You along with your team have been working nonstop trying to find the person who caused this.

Whoever the criminal is- they are smart as hell.

Leaving almost little to no evidence.

Smart moves, quick calculation, different tactics and a brutal killing way.

Leaving the major part to your imagination of who the killer was and why they were doing it.

But that doesn't mean they are going to get away with this. Definitely not.

You’ve seen a lot more worse cases than this.

You were used to this- this is your job.

You opened your file knowing it's going to be a long day.

You walked into your apartment after your work.

The city’s noise barely audible over the continuous patter of rain against your tall glass windows in your living room.

The grey sky, thick with clouds making a gloomy weather can be seen through the glass.

The only sound aside from the rain, was your heels tapping on the marble floor.

You place your keys on the counter as you plop yourself on your comfy couch.

You were exhausted- mentally and physically. Every inch of your body pained.

There was something about the stillness in the air. It made your skin crawl.

And for the millionth time in the past few months- you couldn't shake the feeling that you weren't alone.

Maybe it's because you are still stuck up with Riki or maybe... no! You shake the feeling off.

You are just tired.

You’ve been working on the case all of the time, fighting off the countless distractions, and still feeling that someone was watching you.

But you didn't want to admit it- God no. You didn't want anyone to think you were cracking under the endless pressure.

You need to pull yourself together.

And just as you were about to get up and get freshened up, your door bell rings.

Confused, you open the door.

It was Jun-ha.

Jun-ha, these past few months he got even more close. He always stayed by you knowing the impact the case had on you, always willing to listen, to offer a distraction from the hell of a life you are living.

You look at him with pure confusion as he stands there with an umbrella and a plastic bag.

“Forgot our plans?” He asked chuckling.

Then it clicked.

You guys thought to have dinner at your place.

“Omg I'm so sorry, I totally forgot.” you say, moving aside as he leaves the umbrella to dry outside and enters.

“Hey, it's alright, I know you've been busy lately.” he says smiling.

There he goes, always so understanding.

After dinner, you both sit on the sofa chatting when a certain topic is bought up.

“Y/N, seriously, how's everything going?” he asked, though his tone light- there was an underlying concern.

“Same old.” You replied, trying to sound casual. But even you can feel the exhaustion in your voice. “Just... thinking about the case.”

Jun-ha paused, a moment of silence. “Y/N.” he said with that firm tone of his which meant for you to stop beating around the bush.

You tensed. He could read you like a book, always knowing when something was off.

“I'm fine Jun.” You try to quickly dismiss his assumptions.

But that didn't work, “No you are not.” he said calmly, his eyebrows slightly furrowing.

"I saw you today. You're tired. And something is clearly bothering you, you know I'm here for you right?”

And that question hit too close to home, your chest tightened. You opened your mouth to respond but words quickly died down in your throat.

“I-” You started, but the words didn't come out. You didn't know how to explain it, hell- you didn't even know if you should explain it.

How could you put into words how you are feeling?

It's complicated.

Complicated that you could feel someone was watching you, complicated that you still feel Riki's presence even when he isn't physically there, complicated that the paranomia gripped you and made a shiver run down your spine when you were alone.

Jun-ha seemed to have sensed your hesitation- he always does. He sighs softly, “Look, I'm worried about you, it's alright if you aren't feeling okay”

You hated that he was right.

You know he wouldn't let this go, not now. You were already in too deep to lie to him, so you let your walls slip- just a little bit.

“I don't know if I make sense,” You start, your voice quieter than you meant it to be. “But I-I just can't shake the feeling that someone is watching me.”

Jun-ha blinks, not immediately dismissing it but also not fully believing in. “Watched? By whom?”

You swallowed, suddenly aware of the emotions you've put out.

“I don't know Jun. It's like... someone is constantly watching me and always there with me, even when I'm alone. Or when I'm in a crowd. I can't stop looking over my shoulder. And I just-” You cut yourself feeling frustrated. “I know I sound paranoid, but I can't help it- I don't want you to think I'm losing it or that I'm crazy but... I feel like its eating me alive.”

Jun-ha listened, trying to understand and process the information. Then, he spoke, his voice steady, “Y/N... you aren't paranoid. I can tell and see it, whatever that's happening, its real and it's taking a toll on you

You rubbed your forehead, the pressure inside your head making everything more intense. “It's just... everything with Riki's cases- everything with Riki. It's like he’s always there. Always a step ahead of me. It's not just Riki- it's this feeling.”

The storm raged outside reminding you of the chaos running inside your head. You couldn't meet his gaze. Not when you lay your emotions out for him. It felt raw.

He reached out and place his hand over yours, his thumb caressing your hand slightly offering comfort.

“You don't have to fight this alone, you have me.”

You felt exposed, vulnerable. there was a part of you that was terrified of what it would cost. You had never been this close to anyone in this way before, not like this. And it scared you.

“I-I'm trying... I just don't want to crack” you say, your voice barely a whisper.

His eyes soften more. He shuffled closer as he hugged you, one hand on the back of your head- your head in his chest. He caressed your hair as he kept his chin on your head.

“You don't have to be perfect Y/N” he said quietly. “You don't have to carry it all”

It was almost too much. Too much to hear, too much to take and too much to feel. You could almost cry. Almost.

You slowly wrap your hands around him and start, “I've been thinking about it” more to yourself than him. “About what's going to happen next. If I can't- if I can't figure out this soon then I don't what I'll do”

The hand on your head tightens as you look up at him- your chin on his chest, he looks back into your eyes, “Then we’ll figure it out, I'm in this with you”

You didn’t want to believe that Riki was getting to you, that his presence was starting to consume you. But you know, deep down, that if something didn’t change soon, you are going to go crazy and that terrified you more than anything.

But the thing you totally forgot in the spur of the moment is that, maybe just maybe Riki watching you. Right now, right here, right in your apartment with you in Jun-ha's arms. You forgot that Riki is capable of anything.

It's been few weeks since that. You were sitting in your office. As usual.

A folder slid onto your desk.

“New case,” said Officer Jang, giving you a brief nod before walking away.

You opened the folder. Theft. Small-scale. Nothing like the murders you used to handle. Nothing that required obsession or late nights or chess games with a mind that tried to match your own.

You rolled your chair back slightly, spinning like the thoughts in your head.

Some days felt like that – stagnant, boring- like a cycle.

Like you were waiting for something to happen.

Like your brain had gotten used to being overstimulated. Now it itched for something more, even if you didn’t want to admit it.

You sighed and stood up, walking to the evidence room to check some records. A new recruit greeted you nervously. You nodded politely.

Everyone treated you with some mix of respect and fear now. Maybe it was your reputation. Maybe it was the lingering aura of everything you'd survived last year.

As you stepped out onto the balcony for a brief break, a gust of cold wind brushed your cheeks. You looked up at the sky — grey and endless. You stayed there for a moment too long, letting the raindrops fall on your skin.

You feel someone’s presence beside you. You look to your side only see Jun-ha standing there looking at the sky.

He then looked down at you and smiled.

“Y/N,” he said, pulling you into a hug before you could argue.

“You look like you haven’t slept in days.”

“I haven't” You mumbles against his shoulder and let yourself stay a little longer than needed in his embrace.

“So, how’s the case been going?” he asks as he pulls away from the hug- his hand still on your shoulder.

So, you told him, about the case, the details, the technique and the killer.

He listened intently- like he always does.

“Y/N,” he said, “you’re one of the smartest people I know but you deserve rest too, especially with the things going on” he said, hinting about Riki.

“You are a human, not a robot. You need rest, stop over working yourself and also don’t ever let anyone make you feel like you’re imagining things just because they don’t see what you see.”

“I wish more people believed me like you do.” You say slowly.

Jun-ha smiled, softly. “That’s what I’m here for.”

And for a while, in the silence that occupied between your coffee and the rain, it felt okay.

But, like always, something in you whispered that peace never lasts. That maybe... maybe the quiet was only a warning for the storm to come.

You were peacefully sleeping in your bed when you woke up to the sound of a phone call.

It was early- too early, and for a moment, you wonder if you were still dreaming.

You groggily reach for your phone, your eyes squinting at the screen only to find out it's an unknown number.

You yawn as you lift the phone and bring it to your ear.

“Y/N?” the voice on the other end was familiar, but its tone was unrecognizable—urgent, frantic. “Jun-ha- Jun-ha...”

Your sleepiness immediately vanishes as you ask, “What? What about him? What happened”

“He- he’s” his voice shaking.

“What happened to him?” you yell unable to understand

“He- we found him dead- he's dead” he finally said.

“No...” You chuckle dryly “You are joking right?” you swallow “right? Nothing happened... right?? Please tell me you are joking!”

His silence gave you all the answers you needed.

“No! No no no no! No this cant be happening no!” you yell as you get up from your bed stumbling.

“Please- come to the sight immediately, I've sent you the location.”

You arrived at the scene, but it felt unreal. It felt like you were walking through a nightmare. A very bad nightmare.

The rain hadn't stopped making everything blur around you. You pushed past the officers, the yellow tape marking off the crime scene.

Your mind kept racing with questions you couldn’t answer, but your feet kept moving.

Then you see him.

Jun-ha.

Surrounded with water and blood- his blood.

His body was covered, but you could see the outline of his frame beneath the sheet.

You didn't need to look at his face to know it was him.

You felt your breathe catch in your throat. Your heart pounding in your ears as you stepped closer.

But before you could go further an officer grabbed your arm gently.

“You shouldn't be here” he said softly knowing your vulnerable state.

You remove your hand from their grip, staring at the covered body, “I need to see him.”

He hesitated but eventually, pulled the sheet off.

There he was, Jun-ha. He looked so peaceful, so serene in his death.

Blood pooled around him, the life that once filled his eyes now gone.

You felt like the world was collapsing.

This wasn’t real.

Jun-ha couldn’t be gone.

You slowly reach over to him and cup his cheek with your trembling hand.

It’s cold.

Too cold.

“J-Jun-ha…” you whisper, your voice barely holding itself together as it cracks. A sob catches in your throat. “Wake up. I’m here.”

You gently shake his head, your fingers brushing through his hair like you’re scared to touch him too hard in case he… he breaks.

“You didn’t forget me, did you?” you whisper. “You always said I was unforgettable. So don’t—don’t do this.”

Your tears fall freely now, one by one, splashing onto his shirt. His eyes stay shut. His chest doesn’t rise. The silence is unbearable.

“Are you seriously going to leave me alone, Jun-ha?” you breathe, almost laughing—but it’s hollow. Bitter. “You promised. You said we’d always have each other. That no matter how hard it got, we’d make it out together.”

You bite your lip so hard it bleeds.

“Please,” you choke out. “Please, wake up. I need you. I don’t know how to do this without you.”

You lower your head to his chest, resting it there. Basking in his warmth- his embrace which you don't want to let go off for the last time.

“I can’t live without you, senior…” you whisper into the fabric of his coat, curling in on yourself. “You’re supposed to be here. Yell at me for not sleeping. Tell me I’m overthinking again. Laugh like you always do, like everything’s okay.”

But he doesn’t.

Your senior. Your Jun-ha. Your Jun.

Your comfort person. Your partner in crime. The only one who knew how to calm the storm in your head.

Gone.

You look up at the sky crying as the rain continues- like the clouds are also grieving with you.

You look at him and somehow, even in death, he looks like he was waiting for you to find him—just one last time.

You stay there, head on his chest, hoping, praying, begging the universe to undo just this one thing. But it doesn't.

And all through this… someone is watching. Eyes hidden behind shadows, breath steady, presence unnoticed. But you don’t know.

You never even feel it.

Not yet.

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A/n: SO, guys sorry i fumbled so bad, this was actually only supposed to be 2 parts but, when i was into writing this half way i realized the word count was already alot. So, after alot of thinking, i decided im going to make this into 3 parts. BUT GUYS I ASSURE THE 3 RD PART IS GONNA BE BOMB. U WOULDNT WANNA MISS OUT ON PART 3. so let me know if u want to be in the taglist.

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clownsuu · 2 years ago

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cinnxmxngxrl · 9 days ago

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“Stormy night”

Pairing: Pre Outbreak!Joel Miller x babysitter!Reader

Masterlist here

Summary: You’ve been babysitting for the Millers for months now, admiring Joel from afar. Until one stormy night things gets spicy.

WC: 3,3k

Warnings: smut, minors DNI, dirty talk, age gap, unprotected piv, fingering, oral (m!receiving).

A/N: I know the babysitter is such an overused trope but i’m just a sucker for fatherly and domestic pre outbreak Joel. This has a little fluff and lots of smut at the end, so there’s that.

You’d been babysitting Sarah Miller for the last six months. Some might think she was a bit old for a babysitter—she was twelve, after all—and far smarter than girls her age. But her father, Joel, mostly hired you for the company. He worked long shifts that often ran well into the night, and he never felt comfortable leaving his daughter alone for so many hours.

And you? You were a typical college student—desperate for a few extra dollars. So, when you saw the flyer on the bulletin board, you didn’t think twice.

You loved working for the Millers. It never really felt like work. Sarah was sweet, and you genuinely enjoyed helping her with her school projects, watching movies together, gossiping, and giving her advice on boys like an older sister would.

Joel was a good boss, too. He always paid you on time, left you and Sarah money for takeout most nights, and always offered to drive you home when it was too late or raining.

And, of course, the looks didn’t hurt. You couldn’t help but admire him when he was around. Joel was a handsome man—rugged and worn, but in a way that made him even more appealing. He was nothing like the college guys you were used to seeing—the ones who couldn’t grow a proper beard, who talked too much and said too little, trying too hard to impress. Joel was the complete opposite. He didn’t need to impress anyone. He barely spoke to you most of the time, but when he did, it caused an impression.

You arrived to the Millers’, the relentless Texas sun high in the sky, making your skin glisten and your clothes cling to your body.

“You brought the nail polish, right?” Sarah asked eagerly as soon as you stepped inside.

“Of course I did,” you said, holding up the small pouch filled with bright colors. “Hot pink and glitter, just like you asked.”

You’d only just settled in when Joel came downstairs. His hair was damp, a towel draped over the back of his neck, and his shirt was tugged down just enough to reveal the faint outline of his chest.

“I’ve got a lot of work today. I’ll be back around nine, maybe a little later. You good with that?” he asked, his voice deep and gravelly.

You nodded. “Yep, that’s alright.”

“Don’t let her stay up past nine,” he said, grabbing his wallet and keys from the table before heading out the door.

You spent the evening with Sarah, painting each other’s nails, watching silly rom-coms, and making dinner together. It was a routine you’d come to enjoy more than you cared to admit.

“My dad has the hots for you, you know that?” Sarah said, her voice muffled through a mouthful of mac and cheese.

“Jesus Christ, Sarah.” You chuckled, your face flushing a little as you nervously laughed off the comment. “I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that.”

“No, I mean it. He’s like… less cranky when you’re around,” she said, swallowing another spoonful. “And he looks at you like those guys do in the movies we watch.” She leaned back, making exaggerated and comical love-eyes at you.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “You’re being silly.”

“I’m not. I know him better than anyone,” she said, chewing lazily as she watched you. “But he hasn’t dated in, like, forever. I’ve actually never seen him date. He’s weird.”

You chuckled, trying to brush it off and change the subject. It’s not like you hadn’t wondered about Joel’s love life yourself. You had. He only ever asked you to babysit when he was working, which implied he never had any dates, and you’d never seen a woman around the house.

No. Stop thinking about this. Doesn’t matter if he dates or not. He’s your boss. He’s significantly older than you. Nothing is ever going to happen. You’re being stupid, you told yourself.

By 9:30, Sarah was curled up on the couch, leaning against your shoulder, completely out of it. She didn’t even stir when Joel stepped inside.

“Howdy,” he greeted you, his voice warm but tired. He looked exhausted—dark bags under his eyes, his broad shoulders looking tense and stiff.

“Hey,” you said softly, brushing a few strands of Sarah’s hair away from her face. “She’s out like a light,” you whispered.

Joel gave a small, fond smile as he looked at Sarah, then came closer to the couch to scoop her up in his arms.

“I’m gonna put her to bed,” he said softly as he started toward the stairs.

There was something so endearing about Joel’s dedication to his daughter. Even if he worked too much and wasn’t around as much as he would’ve liked, everything he did was for Sarah, it showed how much she meant to him.

A few minutes later, he came back downstairs, looking even more worn out than before.

“You hungry?” he asked, his voice raspy, and with that thick southern drawl of his, it made your stomach twist in a way you’ve never felt before you met him.

“I’m good,” you replied, swallowing nervously. “We had mac and cheese for dinner—there’s a bit left if you want it.”

He hummed softly, glancing over at you.

“So I guess that’s it for today,” you said, grabbing your bag and heading for the door.

“You sure you don’t want a ride back? It’s pretty dark out there,” he offered, his hand already on the doorknob.

“It’s cool. I don’t mind the walk,” you said quickly. You’d never wanted to feel like an inconvenience, even though he’d driven you home several times before.

“C’mon. I’ll drive you home.” He was already pulling his keys from his pocket, moving toward the door to walk you out.

The drive to your place was about fifteen minutes, but with every second spent in the truck beside him, the air seemed to grow thicker. The tension was palpable.

“How was work?” you asked softly, trying to break the silence and ease the tension.

“Well, everyone seems to be assholes who mess up the simplest orders, so you tell me,” he said, his voice carrying frustration, though his eyes stayed locked on the road ahead.

“Sounds terrible.”

“Yeah, well, it is what it is. I chose this hell.” He glanced at you for a brief second before returning his focus to the road. “How’s school?”

“It’s fine. Hard, but I guess I chose this hell too,” you replied, shifting in your seat.

He let out a low laugh, almost inaudible. “You study psychology, right? Makes sense. You’re good with people.”

You smiled. “You think so?”

“I know so. You’re good with Sarah. I don’t say it enough, but I really appreciate it.” His voice softened in a way that made you feel a little dizzy.

“Thanks… I really care about her. She’s a great kid,” you said, your voice barely a whisper. “And you’re a great dad. She’s lucky to have you.”

He scoffed lightly. “I don’t have a clue what I’m doing half the time. It’s all just improvisation.”

“Well, whatever it is, keep doing it. It’s working. You’ve raised an amazing daughter.”

Joel smiled at you—probably the biggest, most genuine smile you’d ever seen him give anyone.

A few more minutes passed in silence before you arrived at your place.

“Thanks for the ride,” you said, reaching out to touch his arm for a second longer than you should have. You suddenly felt too embarrassed, your face flushed as you quickly got out of the truck without saying another word.

Joel watched you walk to your door, his eyes lingering a little too long. He couldn’t help but notice how your shorts shifted with each step, revealing more of your thighs, and how the strap of your top slipped slightly off your shoulder, showing the edge of your bra.

And he felt like a creep.

Every single time. He felt disgusted with himself. He’d tried to avoid it, but every time you were around, his mind wandered. Like when you’d come over after getting caught in a storm, your white shirt soaked and completely see-through. Or when you were on the floor on your knees, helping Sarah with a school project, and all he could think about was how good you looked on your knees like that. Or the worst—whenever he found himself flipping through an old secondhand Playboy magazine Tommy had left around the house many years ago, just trying to get his imagination going… only for his brain to drift to you. Always you. Until he cummed to the memory of your nipples under that wet white shirt.

Joel felt like the worst kind of man. He was older, a father, an adult who should know better. And yet, here he was, fantasizing about a girl half his age. Even if he never acted on it, it still felt wrong. On so many levels.

The next day, when you arrived, Joel had already left for work. A note on the counter, written in his messy, all-caps handwriting, told you he’d gone out to run some errands before work and wouldn’t be back until around ten.

By seven, the sky had split open like something ancient had broken loose. Thunder rattled the windows, lightning tore lines across the darkening sky, and the rain came down in torrents. One of the worst summer storms in years.

You and Sarah had decided that the weather made the perfect excuse for popcorn and horror movies that probably weren’t appropriately rated for kids her age. But she loved them anyway.

By nine, she was fast asleep on the couch, legs tangled in a blanket, soft breaths rising and falling, completely unaware of the front door opening.

“Holy hell,” Joel muttered as he stepped inside, soaked from head to toe, shaking water from his hair like a dog. He pulled off his boots, leaving puddles on the mat. “It’s been years since I’ve seen a storm like this. Streets are flooded, some trees came down, and they’re closing off the roads. Barely made it back.”

“Gee,” you breathed, glancing at the chaos outside through the window, the trees swaying like they might break.

“Yeah, I don’t think they’re gonna clear it ‘til morning,” he said, his voice leaving no room for doubt. “You’re staying here tonight. I’ll drive you home tomorrow.”

“I—thank you,” you murmured.

He glanced toward Sarah, a small smile pulling at the corner of his mouth as he stepped over and scooped her into his arms. He carried her upstairs like he always did, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

When he came back down a few minutes later, he’d changed into dry clothes. A gray t-shirt clung to the shape of his chest, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips. His hair was still damp, curling slightly at the ends.

“You can take my bed if you want,” he offered as he walked into the kitchen, already opening the fridge. “Clean sheets and all. I’ll take the couch.”

“No, no—I can’t,” you said quickly, shaking your head. “The couch is fine. I already feel like I’m intruding.”

“Don’t,” he said, glancing over his shoulder. “I sleep on the couch most nights anyway.”

He pulled out some leftovers and popped them in the microwave.

“You hungry?” he asked.

“I had popcorn,” you said with a small smile.

“Popcorn ain’t dinner,” he muttered. He grabbed another plate and started dividing the food between the two of you.

You sat beside him on the barstools at the counter, eating quietly, listening to the distant growl of thunder and the drumming rain against the roof.

“Thanks for letting me stay,” you said softly.

“I wouldn’t let my biggest enemy out in that mess,” he replied, chewing slowly. “Least I could do.”

Later, you were at the sink doing the dishes, sleeves rolled up, warm water running over your fingers. Joel stood next to you, drying with a dish towel.

“Thanks for dinner,” you said again.

He let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “Are you ever gonna stop thankin’ me for every damn thing?”

“Hey, just bein’ grateful here,” you said, grinning as you flicked a few drops of water at his face.

The smile faded from his lips in an instant. His eyes locked on yours. Intense. Heated. Without a word, he reached for your wrist—his touch soft, but firm—and pulled you gently toward him.

You inhaled sharply. His body was warm and solid against yours. His face just inches from yours. His breath hit your skin.

“Joel…” you whispered uncertainty.

“Ask me to stop,” he said, his voice low, ragged. “Please ask me to stop.”

But you couldn’t. Wouldn’t.

“I don’t want you to stop,” you breathed.

And then his mouth was on yours.

It started slow, hesitant, like he couldn’t quite believe he was finally kissing you. But seconds later he lost all inhibition, his lips crushed against yours, hungry, desperate, as if he’d been holding himself back for far too long. His hands slid down to your waist, gripping you tight as he lifted you onto the counter like you weighted nothing.

He pulled back, just enough to look at you, his chest heaving.

“You don’t know how much I’ve been dying to do that,” he murmured, voice thick. “I feel like I’ve been losin’ my mind.”

A shiver ran down your spine as his hand moved fast, sliding down between your legs with almost no pretense, just need. You gasped as his fingers found the heat between your thighs—confident, greedy.

“Joel…” you moaned, trying to speak, but the words caught in your throat.

“If you want me to stop just tell me and I will,” he said again, lips brushing your skin as he kissed along your jaw, down your neck.

But you said nothing. Didn’t need to. The way you tilted your head to give him more access said everything.

He slid your shirt over your head, his mouth following the trail of bare skin as he moved down to your breasts. His hand cupped one, thumb brushing your nipple, twisting it softly, before his mouth went to the other one, closing it over it, sucking gently.

“They’re so perfect,” he whispered, almost to himself, before giving them both equal attention.

You could feel how hard he was through his pants—thick and aching, grinding against you like he couldn’t help it. You rocked against him, searching for friction, for more.

“Please, Joel,” you whimpered.

“I got you, baby,” he rasped. “Gonna make you feel real good.”

His hand slid under your skirt, fingers finding your soaked panties. He groaned at the feel of you—hot, wet, and wanting like he’d never seen before in a woman, and knowing it was all because of him drove him near feral.

He was scared of being way too rusty and out of practice, after all he hadn’t done this in longer that he cared to admit. As a reflex he pushed your panties aside and pressed his thumb to your clit, making you gasp again.

“You this wet for me?” he growled, rubbing slow circles. “Christ.”

Two of his fingers teased your entrance, gathering your slick. “This feel good?”

“So good… don’t stop,” you said, your voice barely a whisper, muffled by the bite you gave his shoulder to stay quiet. Sarah was upstairs, but keeping silent felt impossible with what he was doing to you.

Encouraged, Joel pushed his fingers inside you. Slow at first, careful. Then faster. Curling them, finding the spot that made you see stars—and when you moaned, he knew he had it.

“Fuck, Joel… I’m so close.”

“Cum for me, baby,” he whispered, his thumb relentless on your clit. “Please let me feel you.”

Your hips rocked against his hand. You were barely holding on. Then your orgasm hit, fast and hard, ripping through you. You bit your lip so hard you nearly bled.

He felt it. The way you clenched around his fingers, your whole body trembling, your chest heaving. He looked up at you like you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“That was… I’ve never felt like that before,” you said, breathless, blinking through the haze. “Not ever.”

He stared at you, flushed and wrecked, eyes locked on your blissed-out face. “You look so fuckin’ beautiful right now.”

“I want to make you feel good too,” you said, eager to return the favor.

“You are,” he affirmed, not wanting to force you into anything, but dying to relieve the pain he was feeling in his pants.

“Like this,” You slid off the counter and dropped to your knees, hands on the waistband of his pants with a confidence that surprised even you. “Let me make you feel good too.”

“Jesus fuck,” he muttered, watching you. The image of you, down on your knees, eyes wide and eager, was nearly too much.

You pulled his pants and boxers down, releasing his cock. Thick, heavy, already leaking.

Your fingers wrapped around him, stroking slow, building pressure. Then your tongue replaced your hand, hot and wet and perfect.

He groaned loud, his hands gripping your hair—not to push you down, but to keep himself grounded. You took more of him, cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling.

“God, baby…” he gasped. “Oh that feels—fuck.”

Your mouth took him slowly, savoring every sound he made, taking your time to enjoy everything, from the curse he breathed out when you licked along the vein on the underside of him to the way his hips jerked slightly when you hollowed your cheeks.

“Stop—fuck, baby, you gotta stop,” he said, voice hoarse. “Don’t wanna finish yet.”

He hauled you to your feet, kissing you hard as he picked you up and set you back on the counter.

“Need you,” he growled. “Need to be inside you.”

You nodded quickly, breathless. “Yes, Joel. Please.”

He pushed your legs open, standing between them, with one hand he positioned himself, the thick head of his cock nudging your entrance.

“You su—?” he tried to ask before you cut him.

“I’m sure.”

He pushed in slowly, stretching you inch by inch, letting you adjust to him. Both of you groaning at the overwhelming sensation. You clung to him, your nails digging into his shoulders.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growled. “You feel perfect… perfect little cunt.”

He started moving, each thrust deep and rough, every inch felt like a delicious torture. The wet slap of skin against skin echoing in the kitchen. You bit his shoulder again, muffling your cries so you wouldn’t wake up the entire neighborhood.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, concern breaking through his haze of lust.

“I’m alright,” you whimpered. “Don’t stop… harder.”

He obeyed, slamming into you harder, faster, one hand gripping your waist, the other braced against the counter. His name fell from your lips like a silent prayer.

“I’m close,” he gasped. “You feel so good—I can’t—”

He began to lose control, his thrusts turning frantic as his climax approached. He didn’t care about pulling out—not right now—even if it was the most reasonable thing to do. Right now, he wanted to finish inside of you, to feel his cum filling you up until it dripped out of your cunt. He wanted to mark you in the most primitive way.

“Shit—I’m gonna—”

A sharp stillness took over him as he spilled himself deep inside you, cumming hard like he hadn’t in years, painting your insides with his seed.

“Fuck,” you whispered. “I— You— That was—Joel…”

“Incredible,” he said, forehead pressed to yours. “Jesus. I don’t remember ever feeling that good.”

He stayed there for a moment, head buried against your chest, catching his breath.

You stroked his damp hair. Neither of you said anything.

After his intense climax, he felt so vulnerable. All he wanted was to lay down in his bed, arms wrapped around you, holding you all night long, keeping you close and safe, like you belonged there with him. And pretending that this wasn’t something fleeting. That this was something real.

“You’re taking the bed,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “And I’m sleeping with you.”

You smiled at him, heart fluttering. “Deal.”

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spookyji · 1 month ago

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yes or no… raw?! txt

txt on whether or not they wear condoms. nsfw… obviously. don’t come at me for my bad banner making skills lol

yeonjun? addicted to raw. it’s the creampie kink. he’s not as into breeding as much as he is addicted to the feeling of your raw pussy wrapped tightly ‘round his cock, and the mess he can make of your pussy as his creamy cum seeps out, only for him to push it back inside, god, loves claiming your pussy as his. ditched the condoms ever since you begged him for raw, can’t fuck with one now. or ever again. the kind of sex that leaves you with a pussy smeared and swollen with his cum, your panties shoved in his pocket, your thighs rubbing together when you try to keep it all inside but it’s dripping down your thighs when you walk,, and it’s not subtle.

soobin can’t. he really just can’t wear one anymore. happened by accident, when the condom broke and he couldn’t resist the thoughts anymore, the ones urging him to breed you to the brim and fill you up so full, oh, he was so fucked. so pussy drunk, so weak to his needs to breed, so romantic how soobin is obsessed with you, isn’t it? always praising you for taking him so well, asking you if you can feel how deep he is and how full you are of his seed, so sweet how he wants it all so bad. can it be considered an accident if soobin’s always coming inside… and if he thinks about it on the daily?

beomgyu means to, but he has a tendency to forget. mostly because while he has a box in his drawer in his room, he has a serious addiction to fucking anywhere but his room… and he hasn’t remembered to put another condom back in his wallet since who knows when. fucking in his studio, the practice room, living room, his car? yeah, he doesn’t have one, but his pull out game is the best, since gyu likes to cum on you. his favorite? all over your ass in doggy, dripping ropes of creamy cum down your thighs, fuck, until it’s such a mess… he’s not that interested in coming inside as long as he can cum on you. his dark bangs a mess over his sweaty skin, panting through parted lips, one hand jerking himself off roughly and the other gripping the plush of your curves, his milky white cum smeared and drooling down your skin, ‘s all beomgyu really wants.

taehyun might be the only one here with a fraction of common sense. like, he’ll eat you out for hours, make you beg for his cock, and he’ll still have the rational thought to make you wait to use protection. no birth control necessary on your part… taehyun isn’t that interested in coming inside, especially not when he’s so good with everything else, from his fingers to his mouth… you’d have to beg for him to not use protection, but then he’d pull out. he will come inside your mouth tho, loves blowjobs so much, his hand grasping your hair to push your head down further ‘til you’re choking, swallow it all, stick out your tongue to prove it. his guilty pleasure.

huening kai… really tries to remember, especially since his pull out game is so bad, but the thing about kai is he gets so seriously pussy drunk. like insanely pussy drunk. the kind of pussy drunk that makes him incoherent when he’s eating you out, he cums untouched in his sweats, all dizzy and blushing ‘cause it’s a little embarrassing how he can’t help it at all, a mess when you sink down on his dick and he completely forgot, feels a little too good to remember and then oh— he came inside. after sex, he’s so clingy, he doesn’t ever wanna pull out, sleepy and stuffed to the brim with his cock and cum, how much better can it get? kai is so cuddly he can make you forget too… sex with him is so sloppy and cute, how both of you are so drunk on intimacy that rational thought doesn’t exist anymore.

this took me 2 weeks to finish bc i am so lazy my god sorry

#not proofread bc i’m tiiired #txt smut #txt hard thoughts #txt hard hours

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hoshifighting · 6 months ago

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jeonghan + anonymous sex

— where you discover that behind the scary mask, who's eating you out, is your professor, mr. yoon.

WARNINGS: +18, smut, oral, halloween party setting, penetrative sex, oral [f. rec], dirty talk, edging, taboo, fingering.

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

halloween at uni was always a wild time—like, the one night when everyone just let loose and acted like idiots without any shame. it was a free pass to look either insanely sexy or terrifying as hell, and you’d seen both ends of that spectrum in past years. mostly, you loved it ‘cause it was kinda like a game of guess-who after the party, everyone spending the week after trying to figure out who was who under those masks. and that’s why the costumes just got more and more wild. anonymity? sign you up.

you and jewie, your ride-or-die dormmate, had done the whole horror bit every year, rocking the most messed up, bloodied-up outfits you could think of. but this year you both decided to go full-on sexy for once. jewie was rocking this short-ass witch outfit, all black and lace and pointy hat, and you—well, you were killing it (pun intended) in your killer bunny getup. thigh-high lacy white socks that clung to your skin, corset cinching you in, and this creepy-ass bunny mask that made you look both cute and dangerous. not to mention, the whole mask thing meant anything could go down and nobody would know.

“yo, you really gonna leave a note in his locker?” jewie whispered, eyes sparkling as the two of you snuck into the staff wing, the sound of your heels echoing off the empty halls.

“hell yeah, i’ve been crushing on prof yoon since he walked into his first lecture looking like a whole-ass snack,” you hissed back, your heart racing.

she let out a cackle, almost too loud. “he’s gonna die when he sees it. also, maybe don't bend over like that unless you want your ass out for the world to see.”

you shot her a look over your shoulder, half squinting through your mask. “fuck you, i’m not gonna walk like i’ve got a stick up my ass.”

“babe, that’s your job,” she teased, slapping your ass as you fumbled with the lock on the door. she was always like that—pushy, teasing, but down for whatever dumb thing you suggested, no questions asked.

finally, you managed to crack open the door to prof yoon’s locker, and the nervous excitement flared up all over again. “i’m doin’ it,” you muttered, mostly to yourself, as you slid the note into his stuff. just a stupid little flirty note. something anonymous and mysterious. if he recognized your handwriting? well, oops. that’s a future problem.

jewie watched, leaning against the doorframe, eyes flicking between you and the locker. “if he likes it, we might need to sneak you back in here to leave more. like a killer bunny pen pal situation.”

you laughed under your breath, shaking your head. “he’s not that dumb, but if he was, i’d consider it.”

you straightened up, adjusting your mask before looking back at jewie. the whole night felt like some weird fever dream—maybe it was the booze from earlier or just the high of running around campus dressed like this, but you felt unstoppable.

“okay, let’s get outta here before we get caught,” jewie said, pushing herself off the wall. “i swear if we see anyone, i’m pretending i don’t know you.”

“bitch, please, you’d totally rat me out,” you shot back, nudging her as the two of you slipped out of the staff room, adrenaline still pumping.

you took a long sip from your pouch, the cheap booze hitting just right as you swayed along with jewie to the beat. then, mid-spin, you spotted something—or rather, someone—that made you freeze in place, your lips still wrapped around the straw.

“i can’t fucking believe it,” you muttered, pulling the straw out and sulking like a kid who just had their candy stolen.

jewie gave you a sideways glance, eyebrows raised. “what’s got your panties in a twist now?”

you nodded toward the door, where another killer bunny had just strutted in, looking way too damn good for your liking. “look at that,” you said, gesturing with your drink. “bunny? okay, fine. but killer too? are you shitting me? what’re the odds?”

you huffed, feeling your vibe slightly killed by the sight of the other guy wearing basically the same damn thing as you—except he had this slutty, fitted black suit, and his mask was just as creepy as yours, that luscious black hair peeking out from behind it.

“wow,” jewie scoffed, following your gaze. “you’re really pressed about another killer bunny? seriously? it's halloween, dude, chill. everyone’s doubling up.”

“easy for you to say,” you muttered, still eyeing the guy. “you're not the only slutty witch in the room.”

she rolled her eyes, snorting. “uh, excuse me? i've seen, like, five other witches tonight, and one of them even had a broom—a broom, y/n. i just accepted it. it’s halloween.”

it was halloween, and sure, half the campus was probably dressed as witches, zombies, or sexy cops. but still, the nerve of this guy, strutting in like he invented the killer bunny look.

“and, you know what? my panties are in a twist, actually,” you shot back, glaring at jewie, who just gave you an unimpressed look. “like, literal twist. feels like they’re strangling me.”

she burst out laughing, clutching her stomach. “oh my god, you’re such a mess. there’s a whole locker room situation going on if you wanna fix it. no one’s gonna be in there anyway..”

“the locker room?” you hummed, considering it for a second. “yeah, might as well. better than walking around with my ass in knots.”

you slipped away from the party, the beat of the music fading as you made your way down the empty hallway, heels clacking against the floor. it was eerily quiet outside the main campus area, the darkness swallowing up the noise from the party like you were walking into another world. halfway there, though, you swore you heard something. footsteps, maybe? you glanced back over your shoulder, but the hallway was just as empty as before. shrugging it off, you kept walking.

then again—footsteps.

you whipped around, heart starting to race a bit. nothing. nobody. great, you thought. either you’re paranoid or some dude in a clown costume’s gonna jump out at you any second.

you sped up, practically rushing into the locker room, slamming the door behind you like that would keep the creepy vibes out. with a sigh, you lifted your skirt and fixed the tangled mess of fabric underneath. “goddamn,” you muttered, whistling in relief as the tension eased up. “finally.”

you made your way to the mirror, fluffing up your hair, adjusting your bunny ears, trying to look like you hadn’t just freaked yourself out. but then you heard it again—footsteps. this time, not so distant. real close.

before you could even react, the door creaked open, and there he was. the other killer bunny. strolling in like he owned the place, chill as could be, like it wasn’t the feminine locker room he’d just waltzed into.

“you’ve gotta be kidding me,” you muttered under your breath, shooting him a glare through the mirror. “stole my idea and my spot?”

he snorted, leaning against the sink with his back turned to the mirror, eyes just fixed forward, hands shoved casually in his pockets. “stole your idea? babe, i’ve been rockin’ this for ages.”

“you saw it from me!” you shot back, turning around to face him, pointing at him accusingly. “i should sue for copyright or some shit.”

he let out a low chuckle, tilting his head slightly like he was amused by your little outburst. “you can have the bunny part. i’ll keep the killer part.”

“real original,” you scoffed, turning back to the mirror, fixing a stray curl in your hair. “and what’re you even doing in the locker room? you lost or just stupid?”

“neither,” he said simply, his voice way too smug for someone who looked like he just broke into the wrong locker room. “it was either this, or i piss in a bush somewhere. decided to be classy tonight.”

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the slight smirk pulling at your lips. “yeah, real classy, creeping around the women’s locker room.”

he leaned closer, still not turning to look in the mirror. “who says i’m creeping? maybe you just walked into my locker room.”

“oh, so now it’s your locker room too? boy, you’re bold.”

“what can i say? bunny privileges,” he said, shrugging like it was the most normal thing in the world.

you shook your head, turning to look at him fully now, sizing him up. he was tall, broad, the slutty suit clinging to him just right, his posture relaxed like he didn’t have a care in the world. and that hair, black and messy behind his mask—well, you’d give him one thing. he wore the costume well. too well.

“you know,” you said, leaning back against the sink next to him, crossing your arms. “if you’re tryna intimidate me, it’s not working. you’re just another bunny.”

he chuckled again, that low, almost lazy sound that somehow made your skin tingle. “maybe i’m not tryna intimidate you. maybe i’m just waiting for you to admit i look better.”

you scoffed, pushing off the sink and standing up straight, close enough now that you could smell the faint cologne clinging to him. it was… annoyingly nice. “please, i wouldn’t give you that satisfaction even if you paid me.”

“we’ll... see about that?” he murmured, finally turning to face you, his body looming over yours. his mask obscured most of his face, but his eyes locked onto yours, like he could see right through the sass.

and there it was. that thing on your lower stomach that snuck up on you out of nowhere. “you really think you can handle me, bunny?” you teased.

he didn’t flinch. his lips twitched into a grin under the mask.

“handle you?” he echoed, his voice dropping an octave. “baby, i’m just getting started.”

you raised an eyebrow, leaning in just a little closer, testing him, seeing how far you could push. “then show me what you got.”

his hand was on you in a second, pulling you toward him with a firm grip on your waist, his breath hot through the mask. and suddenly, the empty locker room didn’t feel so empty anymore. his other hand slid down, grazing your thigh before hiking your skirt up. “you sure you wanna play this game?” he cooed, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

you let out a breathy laugh, your hands fisting into the fabric of his suit. “you started it.”

“yeah?” his grip tightened, pulling you flush against him, your bodies fitting together too perfectly. “then let me finish it.”

he leaned in for the kiss, but both of you realized, almost at the same time, that the stupid mask was in the way. your lips collided with the hard plastic, and for a second, it was awkward as hell—until you both burst into laughter. “yeah, that’s not gonna work,” you muttered, shaking your head.

“guess we’ll just have to improvise,” he murmured back, and before you knew it, he had spun you around, pressing your hips firmly against the cold sink. the chill of the ceramic made you gasp, but it was nothing compared to the way his fingers slid under the elastic of your garter, pulling it away from your skin before letting it snap back on ur skin.

“fuck,” you hissed, as the sting amde your pussy drool. he was watching you through that damn mask, his fingers traced the hem of your skirt before he flipped it over your lower back, exposing the white lacy set you’d chosen to match the whole killer bunny thing.

“fuckin’ cute,” he growled as he took in the sight of your barely-there panties and thigh-highs. “you really wore this for halloween? shit’s a fuckin’ joke,”

the degradation in his tone made your cheeks burn, you bit down on your lip, trying to keep your composure, he noticed everything.

“what’s the matter?” he asked, mock concern as his hands skimmed over your thighs, squeezing just hard enough to make you gasp again. “you like being called cute while i fuck you up?”

you didn’t even have time to respond before his fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, dragging them down painfully slow, the lace barely clinging to your hips before he let them drop to your ankles. you kicked them off instinctively, your breath hitching when you saw him bend down slightly, he picked them up off the floor, turning the flimsy lace in his fingers for a second before shoving them deep into his pocket.

“gonna keep these,” he muttered, half to himself, half to you. standing up straight again. his hands, slid up your legs, spreading them just a bit more. the rough pads of his fingers brushed against the inside of your thighs, teasing you, waiting for you to beg, or break.

and god, you were close to breaking already.

one hand held your waist firmly in place, pressing you harder against the sink, while the other slipped between your legs, his fingers sliding against your wetness with an agonizing slowness.

“oh.. all soaked already?” he muttered, like he knew exactly how ruined you were just from his touch. “and we haven’t even started. you’ve been thinking about this? about me bending you over, fingers deep in this pretty little pussy?”

you couldn’t help the whimper that escaped you as his middle and ring fingers dipped inside, your pussy swallow him immediately, even when the skin burns a little with the stretch. his long fingers immediately finding that sweet, squishy spot, for a moment, resting the fingers there.

he kept the pads of his fingers facing down, rubbing slow, tight circles against that sensitive spot, making you clench around him. you've never been stimulated like this, it looked so different and knowing for a college boy. the sensation was enough to make your knees weak, but his grip on your hips kept you steady, held in place as he worked you open.

he leaned down, the mask still in place, but you could feel the heat of him behind you. “you hear that? hear how fucking wet you are? all for me, huh?”

you did, in fact, it echoed in the empty locker room, as you try to be quiet. but you moaned in response, your head falling forward, resting on your arms as you tried to catch your breath. every stroke of his fingers had your pussy tightening, thighs shaking, and you were half-sure you’d collapse if it weren’t for the him keeping you upright.

his other hand moving up your back just enough so he could press his lips against your bare shoulder. you felt him lift the mask just slightly, and then his mouth was on you, kissing, biting, his teeth grazing your skin in a manner that had you arching into him.

“fuck, you taste so good,” he muttered. “so sweet. but i bet you taste even better down here.”

you groaned in frustration when you realized he was still wearing that damn mask, completely blocking the possibility of him going down on you. he noticed the way you moaned extra loud, probably because you’d been imagining it—his mouth between your legs, tasting how worked up you were.

he cooed, amused by your reaction, shaking his head like you were some kind of innocent mess. “fuck baby, i’d love to, but this mask is getting in the way. you know that.” his voice was so casual, like it wasn’t a big deal at all, like it wasn’t torture for you. and god, that whimper that left your throat? pathetic. even you knew it. you rolled your hips on his fingers, desperate for something, anything to replace what you couldn’t have right now. the wet, slick sound of his fingers working into you echoed around the room, filling the space with a vulgar kind of music that had him biting his lip, watching you fall apart over nothing.

“oh, you really want it bad, huh?” he laughed, and you whined again, the sound so embarrassingly needy that it should’ve made you blush. but instead, it only made you more desperate. his teasing was too much.

“fuck,” you muttered, half-begging, and he pulled back a bit, thinking for a second before a playful smirk took over his lips.

“let’s play a game then,” he offered, your brows furrowed in confusion, but the second he leaned in, lips brushing your ear, you felt your whole body heat up in response. “we take the masks off. but,” he paused, his fingers still torturing you, making your hips twitch every time he pressed just right. “we keep our eyes closed. i’ll eat you out, i’ll do anything you want, but no peeking.”

you hummed at the idea, already thinking of how good it would feel to have him without the barrier of those stupid masks. but before you could even respond, he tilted his head, adding with a teasing lilt, “but first... i gotta fuck you. because you’re so fucking tight, so fucking pretty squirming around my fingers like this.” his voice softened into something almost sweet, like he was praising you, and the way he cooed when you shyly squirmed against his hand, embarrassed by his words, had your body tightening in response. “such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

you were nodding before you even realized, the words barely out of your mouth before you agreed to it. the mask was yanked off, tossed to the side, and you felt him pull away slightly. you didn’t dare look back at him, though—you kept your promise, eyes shut tight, chest rising and falling rapidly.

you felt him shift behind you, the rustle of fabric as he undid his pants filling the locker room with a sharp, exciting edge. his fingers left you with a wet pop, and the sound made you shiver. god, you could still hear it—how soaked you were, how turned on he’d made you. your body reacted to the absence of his touch with a small gasp, but the moment you felt his warm breath near your ear again, your nerves melted away.

“don’t open your eyes,” he warned in that same serious tone, even though you could practically hear the smile on his face. you nodded, swallowing hard, trying to keep still. his fingers returned, now gripping your hips firmly, and you couldn’t help but arch into him, needing more.

“good girl,” he murmured, guiding you to bend further over the sink. your chest pressed against the cold surface, your eyes squeezed shut, but you could feel everything. you were painfully aware of how exposed you were to him, the skirt flipped up, your wetness on full display.

the blunt head of his cock nudged at your entrance, slick and heavy, and you braced yourself, but he didn’t push in. instead, he slid it up, dragging it along your folds, teasing your clit and the leaking hole. the sensation had your toes curling, and you couldn’t stop yourself from asking, “you just gonna rub it?”

he chuckled darkly, pressing the tip against your entrance again but not entering. “thought i’d take my time, make you beg a little more.”

you groaned, squirming under him, your hips moving on their own as you chased the penetration. you could feel him smiling behind you, still teasing, but his hand was firm on your hips, holding you steady as he slowly dragged his cock up and down, brushing against your clit every time. it was maddening, the way he was holding back, making you wait, making you ache for him.

“you want it that bad, hm?” he asked, and before you could even answer, he pushed in, sliding into you with a slick, deep thrust that knocked the breath out of your lungs as you watch pitch black. “fuck, there it is.”

you moaned, the sudden fullness overwhelming, your fingers gripping the edge of the sink as he held you in place, his cock buried deep inside. he didn’t move at first, just let you adjust to the stretch, but his hands were still moving—one sliding up your back, the other gripping your ass, squeezing hard as he groaned low in his throat.

“ah!–don' squeeze me like that,” he muttered, his voice strained as he began to move, his hips grinding into yours rolling the dick in and out of you. “taking me so well... pretty pussy devouring my cock.”

you whimpered at his praise, your body trembling with every slow stroke. he wasn’t holding back anymore, his pace picking up, his hand slipped down between your legs, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing light, quick circles that had you moaning loudly.

the thing was;

his eyes had been wide open the whole time.

he was practically glowing with the fact that you hadn’t recognized him at all. he knew it was you from the second you stepped into the party, making him choke on his own spit, all dressed up in that killer bunny costume, and it made him feel like he was holding onto the biggest secret ever. you had no idea who you were fucking, and that made everything ten times hotter.

as you leaned over the sink, he got a perfect view of your face blushing beneath your expertly done makeup, all those little details you’d spent hours perfecting. the way the light caught the shimmer on your cheeks, the dark eyeliner framing your eyes just right—it was beautiful. even though you planned on hiding your face with that mask for the entire night.

he pretended to keep his eyes closed, even though he could barely contain his excitement. “i hope you don't open your eyes hm? you wouldn't want to lose me eating you out, right?” he’d said with a smirk, watching as you nodded obediently. you were so good at this—everything about you, from the way you shifted on the sink to the way you were biting your lip in need, made him ache to see your true reaction when you finally figured it out.

he could feel your nervous energy as you followed his lead, trusting him completely. it was almost comical how easy it was to manipulate the situation, how horny you were, and he couldn’t help but chuckle quietly to himself.

“you’ve got no idea how fucking cute you moan,” he murmured, leaning closer, his breath ghosting over your ear as he continued to thrust into you. the way you squirmed made him even harder, and he could feel his own arousal rising at the thought of keeping this secret just a little longer.

“shut up,” you whined, clearly flustered by his words, and he couldn’t help but laugh softly. god, you were adorable. he kept it playful, teasing you even more as he leaned down to press his lips against your shoulder, kissing a line up your neck as he continued to roll his hips into you. “just focus on how good you feel.”

every thrust sent a quiver through you, and he could feel you responding to him, getting wetter with every move. you were lost in it, and he was completely taken by the way your body reacted to his touch. he loved how your sounds filled the space, how you couldn’t help but moan louder and louder as he picked up the pace, fucking you deeper.

“tell me how good it feels.”

“so good, you feel so good—your cock—s'big!” you breathed, and he reveled in the power he had over you. he could see the way your body squirmed beneath him, anguished for more, and it only pushed him to keep going.

“that’s right, keep saying it,” he encouraged, his fingers curling around your waist, pulling you back against him as he hit that sweet spot inside you. “i want to hear everything, since i cant see it.”

he could feel you tightening around him, your that sweet release pulsing, and just when you were about to hit that peak, he pulled out, leaving you gasping “what the fuck?!” you cried, your voice high-pitched with desperation, eyes still closed. he couldn’t help but chuckle at your frustration, knowing just how good you felt, but wanting to keep you on that brink a little longer.

“patience, bunny,” he teased, leaning in closer, his breath warm against your ear. “you’ll get what you want.”

with that, he pushed back into you, driving deep and hard, and the sound of your moan filled the locker room. “yes! please!” you begged, fingers digging into the sink as you rocked back against him.

but again, right when you were so close, he slipped out. “no, no, don’t do that!” you whined, the desperation in your voice making him grin. “i was so close!”

“i won’t let you cum on my cock,” he said, a teasing grin playing on his lips as he watched your expression crumble. your face fell against your arms in defeat, sulking like a petulant child. “why?” you whined, the sulk evident in your voice, and he couldn’t help but scoff at how adorable you looked, all flustered and desperate.

just then, his hand tangled in your hair, tugging enough to make you almost open your eyes. the sudden pressure made a strangled moan escape your throat, and he loved it.

he slowly turned you around, guiding you to sit on the cold sink. you cursed under your breath, your legs instinctively spreading wide as you positioned yourself for him.

“this is so unfair, i cant see you...” you muttered, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks as you thought about how you couldn’t see what he was doing. you could hear the sound of your breath quickening as he dropped to his knees in front of you, the idea of him between your legs making you almost cum on spot.

“you don’t need to see it, babe,” he said, all sultry. fuck you needed to know who he was, and with that, you could feel him get closer, his breath hot against your pussy, making you squirm.

“you’re such an ass for doing this to me,” you groaned, but deep down, you were practically begging for it, and you knew it. he laughed softly, the sound thundering in his chest as he spread your legs wider, giving himself a perfect view of your pussy, the folds puffy, and flushed, dripping beautifully.

a sudden creak from somewhere down the hallway snapped you out of the fog of pleasure, and, instinctively, you opened your eyes. it took a second to adjust, to blink away the haze clouding your vision, but then you looked down—straight at him.

and—

mr. yoon?

“shh,” he whispered, a finger pressed to his own lips, a hint of a smirk twitching as he maintained eye contact with you, even as his head dipped between your legs. you wanted to pull back, to process that your professor was there, settled on his knees in front of you in a locked room, but his mouth had already found your clit.

“oh my god,” you moan, in disbelief, in pure ecstasy. he starts sucking your clit with so hard that makes you dizzy, and your back arches instinctively, the sensations overwhelming. your mind races, but the sight of him—mr. yoon, your strict, no-nonsense professor—eating you out is enough to push you right back over the edge.

you bite your lip to stifle your cries, but it’s no use. the combination of the taboo and the sucking sends you spiraling into the orgasm, and you can feel yourself clenching around his tongue as you cum in his mouth, a whimper escaping your lips.

“holy—” you breathe, panting as he pulls away, licking his lips like he’s savoring the taste of you.

he raises up to kiss you, but you back away instinctively, the shock paralyzing you.

“wait, you didn’t like that it was… me?” he asks, worry flashing across his eyes.

your mind is racing. so he was the one fucking you? after the letter—oh my god. “i… i didn’t know it was you!” you manage to stammer.

he licks his cum-covered lips, that sly grin still in place. he steps back slightly, still unsure of what to say. “so… you liked it, then?”

“well, yeah, but—” you start, but the words fail you. how do you even explain this? how do you tell your professor that he just made you come like that, and it was one of the best experiences of your life?

you catch his gaze, and for the first time, there’s a flicker of worry in mr. yoon’s eyes. he's probably already imagining that expulsion letter or the scandal that’d blow up his career.

“relax,” you murmur, smirking as he watches you. “i’m not about to go blabbing to the dean or anything.” he quirks a skeptical brow, clearly not convinced yet, and you give him a playful shrug. “but only if… you get on your knees again and show me just how much you wanna keep me quiet.”

the corner of his mouth lifts. “oh, is that right?” he murmurs, and before you know it, he’s stepping forward, hands sliding around your waist as he leans down, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear.

“guess i’ll have to make sure you’re too busy to even think about talking,” he whispers.

[...]

monday rolls around, and it’s like the entire campus is still buzzing about the halloween party. people are dissecting every detail, trying to figure out who was behind which mask. you’re sitting at your desk, pretending to read the same damn paragraph for the fifth time, but let’s be real—there’s only one thing on your mind: mr. yoon’s dick.

jeonghan’s up at the front, leaning against his desk, teaching as if nothing happened, and you can barely keep a straight face. every time you glance up, you can’t help but picture the way he looked at you, the feel of his hands, his mouth… yeah, not the kind of thoughts you should be having in the middle of class.

the bell finally rings, snapping you out of it as everyone starts packing up. your friend pauses by the door, waiting, but just as you’re about to leave, mr. yoon clears his throat.

“y/n,” he says, there’s that hint of something under it, something only you would catch. “stay a moment, would you?”

you wave your friend off, muttering something about catching up later. she glances between the two of you and, of course, shoots you a knowing smile before shutting the door on her way out. it’s just you and jeonghan now, the room empty and quiet, his gaze pinned on you.

he raises an eyebrow, and his eyes flick towards the closed door. “should i be worried about that smile she gave you?” he asks, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

you blink, caught off guard. “no! no one knows about… us,” you insist, a bit too quickly.

he scoffs, giving you this look like he’s amused but skeptical. “oh, i know that,” he says smoothly, but then he taps his finger on his desk. “but she definitely knows… about this.”

with a dramatic flourish, he slides open a drawer and pulls out the letter. your stomach drops as he lays it out on his desk for you to see, the unmistakable swoop of your handwriting there in all its glory, complete with little heart and butterfly stickers surrounding a mortifyingly filthy sentence.

“wanna feel your cock hitting the deepest part of my pussy until i can’t even remember my name.”

you freeze, face heating up instantly. oh, god. did you really write that?

he chuckles softly, watching you squirm as you avoid his gaze, suddenly very interested in the stack of textbooks on his desk. you press your lips together, practically biting down to keep from making any sound, because your brain is malfunctioning.

“so,” he murmurs, “did you really mean every word?”

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starlightsearches · 5 months ago

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All Yours

"I'm going to fucking ruin you." / "I won't apologize for marking you up, everyone should know you're taken." / "I don't want anyone else. No one can make me feel like you do."

@somethingvicked tagging you because I accidentally deleted the original ask 😬 just wanted to say thanks for the request and a big, fat SORRY for taking so long. i was scrolling through my drafts the other day and saw this was like a year old and the shame managed to motivate me enough to finish this. Ooops again and I hope you enjoy!! Comments, likes, and reblogs are always cherished 💖

Eddie Munson x F! Reader

AN: 18+ only!!!!!!, car sex, partially-clothed sex, piv, semi-public, titty worship, humping, dacryphilia, unwarranted jealousy, porn with a little plot, eddie's self-depricating at the beginning but he fucks like a god, very possesive! eddie, multiple orgasms, one (1) mention of pregnancy but it's off-hand and mostly unrelated to the sex, unprotected sex, I took the spirit of the prompts more than the literal wording, this is very different for me and maybe rushed? idk you tell me 🙃

Eddie always jokes that you're his second love.

His van—with its stained upholstery, rattling frame and the battery on its last leg—was here first, he says. And despite everything previously mentioned, he treats that car like his baby.

So when he slams his door hard enough to rattle the glass in the window, it wouldn’t take a genius to know something is up.

Eddie sits silently in the half-light, gripping at the steering wheel with both hands and gnawing at his bottom lip until the skin turns white.

"Everything okay?"

He won't even look at you when he shoves the key in the ignition.

"Sure," Eddie says, but there's a bite to his voice, quiet over the roaring grind of the starter, "why wouldn't it be?"

The car does start—despite his abuse to the engine—and you prop your feet up on the dash, raising your brows as he tears out onto the empty street.

"Ohhh-kay. Is this about—"

You don't even get a chance to take a guess.

"It's not about Steve."

Eddie spits Steve's name at the window and the passing trees, their leaves blurring into inky smudges. You watch his jaw tick, eyes flashing from the road to the rear-view mirror, but never to you.

His resolve falters with the press of your hand against his on the gearshift.

"Really? ‘Cause I was going to ask if this was about Patrick Swayze?”

The speedometer ticks up for a quick beat, and then drops, and Eddie squirms in his seat.

He steers off to the right, and the van shakes as the tires bump off the smooth pavement to the gravel edge of the road, little twigs snapping off on the trees outside against the fading paint.

"Fuck," Eddie grumbles, quiet, like he's having a conversation with himself. His fingers catch in his curls when he takes the other hand from the steering wheel. It's dark out here, away from the street lights, but you still catch the shine glazing his lower lashes, the way he blinks to keep any tears from pooling there.

"I mean, it's no big deal," you tell him, petting over his knuckles with your thumb, "I just wish you would have said something."

You're not sure what lies were spread to make sure the goofy little pre-teens didn't show up for movie night and try to break down Steve's door. You just knew that—for once—everybody piled on the couch in the living room was of legal age.

It seemed like an exciting prospect when the night started, but everything was pretty much the same: just more beer, and fewer voices shouting about whatever movie you were gonna watch.

Nancy and Robin were a united front when they pulled out Dirty Dancing, and you joined them, mostly to annoy Steve when he pretended he wasn't interested.

Eddie grumbled about the choice, arm slung around your shoulder, but he came around, eventually. Nobody can resist the allure of Johnny Castle.

However many beers you had may have been one too many, though, because as soon as the credits started rolling, Steve had yanked you from Eddie's grasp and onto your feet as Nancy and Robin were cheering jump jump jump and you ran, stumbling into Steve's arms with a surprisingly powerful leap. Then you were floating, high above the living room with a bird's eye view of the crushed beer cans and Hostess wrappers littered over the carpet for one glorious second.

Until you landed in a giggling heap with Steve groaning beneath you, the room shaking with laughter to the point of tears, until Robin threatened to pee her pants.

Now that you've sobered up a little, you recognize that Eddie hadn't been laughing along.

He lets his head fall back against the headrest, eyes big as saucers, pathetic like a little dog who's about to get yelled at for pissing on the couch, and he twists the hand that's resting beneath yours until your fingers intertwine, gives you a squeeze—a move you recognize as an apology before he's got the words for what he's feeling.

"You know I'm not interested in Steve, right?" you ask, squeezing back.

Eddie nods, but his eyes tell a different story. He carries this thing with him—a kind of self-conscious bewilderment each time you reach for him in a crowd, press your lips to his, call him your boyfriend when there are people around to hear it.

It's kind of funny how much it doesn't make sense to you, how you assumed that, deep down, Eddie knew that you loved him, but also how badly you wanted him. That it wasn't some kind of fluke or coincidence or apathy that kept you here.

Eddie's breath catches in his chest, like he's trying not to cry, and you know you were wrong. You're not doing nearly good enough a job at making Eddie feel half as loved as he is.

You slip your hand from his, resting it just above his knee—an innocent start for your more illicit plans—scooting in your chair until you're almost nose to nose, lower your voice into a whisper.

"I'm serious, honey. You've got nothing to worry about."

Your plan is working already. Eddie swallows hard enough you can see his adam's apple jump in his throat, and his gaze keeps flickering from your eyes to the hand you've got on his thigh, climbing higher with each soothing stroke.

"Yeah, I-I know, baby, it's just—" his breath hitches, but he's fighting to get the words out, wet lips parting with a heavy breath as your fingers travel higher, thumb in the crease between his thigh and his crotch, "it's Steve Harrington."

His voice jumps an octave on Steve’s name, and your quiet laughter comes out in little breaths.

“I don't want to talk about Steve Harrington."

Your words hit his mouth in a puff of hot air, and Eddie gasps into the kiss that follows, moaning a little when your palm meets the zipper of his jeans and his swelling cock beneath. The tip of his nose digs into your cheek, one of his big hands finding your waist, trying to pull you closer, or as close as he can with the center console in the way.

"God, baby. Need you- need you so bad," he huffs, but you’re already breaking from the kiss, lifting your hips from the seat as you crawl into the space between Eddie’s warm chest and the steering wheel.

“Then you can have me,” you tell him, settling your weight in his lap, grasping around for the lever that’ll give you a little extra space. The seat rattles back until it stops with a heavy clunk, and Eddie has to dig his teeth into his bottom lip to keep quiet when your body lurches into his.

He won’t meet your eyes, looking out the blackened windows, checking the car like somebody’s gonna pop out from the back seat.

“What? Uh, I mean—like, here?”

You take Eddie’s face in both your hands, relishing the scratch of the sparse stubble peppering his jaw. Out of habit, his hands come to rest on your thighs, and you hum in approval.

“Whenever–“ you whisper, shifting your hips back just to bring them forward again, the crotch of your jeans meeting the bulge in his, rattling the chains hooked to his belt loops. Eddie’s neck goes taut, head pressed back against the seat.

“Wherever– “ you place your lips at the delicate skin he’s revealed, just brushing along the column of his throat. When you meet his eyes again, Eddie’s pupils are blown wide.

“And however you want me, Eddie. I’m all yours.”

“You’re all mine,” he repeats back to you, and his hands echo the sentiment, his confidence growing as he moves around to grip at your ass cheeks, pulling you more fully against him until he can grind up on you, his lips at your neck now, planting messy kisses at the edge of your throat that have you digging your fingers into his hair just to keep him there.

Your boyfriend's got a big dick—fucking hung like a horse, although he doesn't seem to know it, and he's already throbbing and heavy in his jeans, bucking his hips into you like he's trying to get you pregnant before he’s even inside you.

"Eddie," you sigh his name, just to admire the feeling of it, and he lets out a groan that has you dripping, the damp fabric of your panties sticking to your cunt and dragging over your clit with each shift of his hips.

"Yeah, baby?" he asks, and you hardly notice his hands at the zipper on your jacket, trailing it down, down, down until he can slip it from your shoulders, gripping at your tits through your tank top.

"You feel so—fuck," he's cut you off mid-sentence, pulling the neckline of your top down until your breasts are free, nipples already pebbling in the cool air. Eddie pinches one of them in between two fingers, the metal of his rings biting at the other until you gasp.

"Yeah?" he repeats, harder this time, the word mumbled into your tits. Eddie's smothering himself, licking and kissing and teething his way as he moves to replace one of his hands with his mouth over the dark, stiff peak.

He sucks the bud between his lips, glides his tongue over the sensitive skin there. The sound of your moans fills the car, and suddenly the pressure of his cock isn't enough when there's so much fabric between you. You can't pull away, though, not with how his free arm has circled your waist, forcing the sway of your hips.

"Eddie," you call out again, but he just grunts, onto the other breast now, fucking devouring you in a way only he can.

He's not stopping, teeth scraping at your skin and his lips pursed, sucking the life out of you while his other hand pinches and flicks the other stiff bud, still damp with his spit.

It's almost frightening how close he's gotten you, and just from this—the movement of his hips and his worshiping mouth.

"Eddie."

There must be something different in the way you say it this time, because he listens, finally, snaking his hand down between your bodies, slipping the button on your jeans and shoving his fingers inside until they reach the apex of your aching cunt. Your vision goes foggy, on the verge of tears from the relief of something solid pressed right up against your clit.

And his mouth doesn't stray from your tits, single-minded in a way only somebody like Eddie could be, sucking at your nipples until they both shine.

His fingers curl, perfect, sitting right where you need them as you grind and grind and grind your hips, brain turning to jelly with the way he's making you feel.

You feel Eddie's teeth bite a perfect circle on the inside of your breast, and that's what pulls you under.

You're practically screaming, and Eddie still won't stop, letting you ride out the perfect feeling of him, maybe hoping you'll remember this moment the next time Steve sees you. Just the idea of meeting up with your friends again after this has you flushing so deep you think you might combust right here.

The sparks fade slowly, your pussy still shaking and empty, wet enough you're sure you've soaked Eddie's fingers and he finally relents, his plump, pink lips tracing your collar bones, stopping at the edge of your jaw. He takes the delicate skin their between his teeth and sucks, hard.

That jolts you from your stupor. You press his head back, one hand on his forehead so you can make him look you in the eyes.

"Hey—that's gonna bruise."

You're scolding has no effect; Eddie's on a different plane now, cocky from making you cum so easily and still a little peeved from earlier, pressing past your hold on him until he can reattach himself to your neck.

"Not sorry," he tells you, marking you up between staccato shifts of his hips, "wanna make sure everybody knows you're mine."

It's impenetrable logic—you couldn't argue with him if you wanted to, and you really, really don't want to when he makes his way to your mouth, kissing you, his tongue against yours and his hot, heavy breaths, one hand balled in the fabric of your tank top at the middle of your back.

"Turn around," he tells you, guiding you into compliance with his hands at your waist, and it makes you dizzy, feeling like you'd end up on the ceiling if Eddie didn't keep his grip on you, pulling you tight against him until your back meets his chest.

It’s like he's touching you everywhere, hands on your hips and your tits and pushing your hair up off your neck—looking for more skin that he hasn't painted yet—so you're not prepared when the chair falls back, left breathless and unmoored, staring at the stained upholstery on the roof of Eddie's van.

"You good?" Eddie asks in response to the gasp you let out, urging your hips into the air as he tugs your jeans and your underwear down around your thighs.

You just nod, too desperate for any explanation, to say anything at all. Eddie's turned you stupid, has you whining into his neck when you lean your head back on his shoulder, looking up at his jaw with wild, tear-filled eyes.

"Gonna ruin you for anybody else, sweetheart," he tells you over the sound of his jangling belt, his hot cock pressed against your back. "Gonna make sure you never leave me."

You nod, fucking rabid when he shifts and you can finally feel the fat tip of his dick at your entrance, smearing the first taste of his cum over your lips.

"Nobody else, Eddie," you promise him, "just you."

Eddie takes his cock in his hand, teasing it over your pussy, nudging it against your clit until you jump in his arms. He grips tighter at your waist, holding you just under your tits to keep you still.

"Promise?" he asks.

The tears that slip down your cheeks and onto his neck must be answer enough, because Eddie slides inside you, just the tip, and the relief at even this small feeling of fullness has you crying out.

Eddie's thrusts are methodical and relentless, slow at first, but they build quickly, his hips slamming into you, his grunts from exertion and from pleasure low in your ear. And you're moaning, too, like putty against him, totally enraptured as you watch the muscles in his jaw flex, beads of sweat collecting at his hairline.

He keeps hitting this spot inside you, has you full to the brim, and you're so wet you half-wonder if your pussy juice is soaking into the seat.

It feels like the van is rocking with the force of his thrusts, steam collecting around the edges of the windows from your shared breaths. It’s obscene how in to this you are, how loud it sounds, the wet squelch of your poor cunt echoing around the interior of his van.

"You're gonna cum for me, baby," he tells you, "wanna feel you squeezing my cock."

Four of his fingers meet at the top of your thighs, rubbing steady circles over your clit. You think you might be screaming.

Eddie has you cumming like you're being raptured, twitching in his lap, tits bouncing as he fucks into you, deeper than before until your vision blacks out and you can't see or feel or think of anything but perfect Eddie Munson and his perfect fucking cock.

It's dark when you come to. Maybe he fucked you blind.

Your vision returns, though, just in time. Eddie's chest heaves beneath you, and he pulls out with a grunt, his cum and yours dripping down your thighs in a sight so lurid it's got you flushing down to your neck.

That's definitely going to stain the upholstery.

Eddie doesn't seem to care, stroking his heavy hands over your thighs, pulling your clothes back into place—gentle where they had been rough, his mouth dotting soft kisses against the back of your spine.

Eddie shifts you around in his lap, let's his big eyes find yours. Your fingers twine with his, and he laughs a little when you kiss at his knuckles.

"You know," Eddie says, cheeks pink and a stupid smile on his face, "now that I think about it, Dirty Dancing might be my new favorite movie. I mean, who doesn’t love Patrick Swayze?"

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfic #my writing

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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 1 year ago

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little baby lime | s.r. x pregnant!fem reader

“does reid have a girlfriend?” emily asked derek and jj. they both shared a quizzical look with pouted lips, taken aback by the random question.

“not since that one time thing with that lila actress,” derek mumbled. now it was emily’s turn to be thrown off by this new information, “an actress?”

“an old case,” jj informed her. “spencer doesn’t seem like the dating type, mostly. never mentioned anything that might point to it, always doing his usual routine on his days off.” the blonde shrugged off her sentence.

“why do you ask?” derek turned back to emily who jerked her chin while looking behind the two, “cause he’s hugging a girl who might also be pregnant.” an impressed smirk to her mauve lips.

derek and jj wiped their heads fast around you could hear a crack from their necks. true to emily’s words, doctor spencer reid, well know to be a germaphobe, was wrapped in a tight embrace with a shorter woman. his back was to the trio but they could see that his arms were over her shoulders and hers were snug around his torso, also noting that spencer was giving both bodies a gentle sway.

“well that’s a sight,” derek teased. then jj followed with, “why might you think she’s pregnant? we can’t see with tall boy swallowing her.”

emily tapped the side of her nose, “saw her enter just before i asked the hundred dollar question and her tank was a bit snug on her stomach and she even gave it a rub.” eyes moving to the mystery duo then back, “then when spencer went to her he, one kissed her forehead then two also touched her stomach.”

three sets of eyes honed in back to spencer and his mystery guest. you leaned apart, head leaving spencer’s chest but arms wrapped to his back. you smiled brightly at spencer’s rosie face, “you’ve gotten prettier in only a week. not fair.” pouting exaggerated as you rubbed your palms along spencer’s spine.

he smiled nervously at the compliment. “that’s statistically not true. only with time and sometimes diet does your skin start to shift and change. like your body is doing now while going through pregnancy.” a quick peck upon your oily forehead, you sweat too much and sucks that summer is rolling in.

“this little lime is slowly stretching some of my clothes out. but i’m gonna be a sexy mama, like rachel green from friends. so i expect you to defend me against anyone.” teasing spencer since you already know he’ll defend you even over an argument about clothing.

before spencer could reply there was a loud, exaggerated cough from behind. stepping out of spencer’s hold you waffled your hands together and leaned your head against his bicep. a trio of agents you haven’t met before smiled questioning spencer’s way.

“pretty boy, you didn’t tell us you had a gorgeous girl waiting for you.” a tall dark skin man teased like an older brother. he looked at you and smiled his white teeth, “derek morgan, part of the bau.”

“oh, the playboy of the unit. i’ve heard a thing or two about you.” cocking a brow while derek showed surprise but covered it with a laugh, “glad to know i always leave an impression on pretty boy.”

“and thank you for the new nickname, i will be stealing it.” causing the two women to chuckle. a petite blonde woman stuck a hand out and you automatically took it, “i’m jennifer jareau, but you can call me jj. i’m the liaison for the team, deal with media and dictate our cases.”

“and a beaut. glad i snatch up spence before you had the chance.” spencer ducked his chin to his chest while jj just raised her brows, “think it’s for the best you took him off the market first.”

“lucky for me.” pointing a manicured finger to the left of jj, “now you, sexy lady must be emily prentiss since i already know wonderful penelope garcia. if i hadn’t know spencer earlier you would’ve been on my mind twenty-four seven.” a playful wink thrown her way, she didn’t protest to your suggestive words.

“maybe we can get together and see what i’m missing out on. but also, how long have you known reid? we didn’t know you existed.” a huffed laugh.

“use to live in vegas as a kid. thirteen my freshman year to have the local boy genius, twelve year old senior tutor me in algebra. with his help i didn’t need summer school. and i didn’t see him for a while until a few years ago when he’d make visits back into town.” cartoon hearts filtered through your eyes as you recounted your love story. “been dating two and a half years and then this dolt,” a light smack to spencer’s chest, “forgot to practice safe sex and here we are.”

all three of their faces showed complete shock at your last sentence and you can understand why. “don’t worry, spencer takes very good care of me. day and night if you know what i mean.” wiggling your brows suggestively.

spencer sighed, “i think they do, sweetheart. and i wish i could forget this whole conversation.” displeased at where this headed, but still stared towards you like you were the stars in the sky. “now if you’ll excuse us, garcia would like to see her favorite person.”

“second favorite,” derek cheekily pipped in. you waved him off as spencer walked the both of you away and further in the offices. to garcia’s dungeon or lair, whatever she’s feeling that day.

with a polite nock to her closed door and a muffled, “enter traveler,” you rushed inside for her bear hug. “penny!”

“oh my gosh! how are you sexy mama?” penelope rocked you side to side, cheek pressed into her neck. you giggled at the nickname, “is bean pole taking care of you?”

“bean pole?” spencer’s voice was mumbled but an unladylike snort escaping your nose. “i do have a thing for tall, lanky boys.”

“i don’t like this conversation either.”

#erin writes #spencer reid #early seasons spencer reid #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fic #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds imagine #spencer reid x pregnant!reader

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onlyhyunjin · 8 months ago

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𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒!

(♡) - my personal favorites (🔞) - CONTAINS NSFW CONTENT

NEW BEGINNINGS - @ikeuverse (flirting with your brother's brother-in-law wasn't in your plans after returning from studying abroad. it wasn't something you were going to stop either since heeseung was the epitome of beauty. but when there's another woman's name in the story. what happens? you don't want to be caught between a betrayal… or so you thought.) (♡)

MARRY ME - @ikeuverse (ever since you met lee heeseung, he told you that the two of you were going to get married. all the time, at every opportunity, he reinforced it until one day, drunk, you accepted. was he dreaming or did it really happen? it wouldn't be so bad to fall for his jokes for once.)

TIDES OF REGRET - @pprodsuga (in the year since heeseung first rejected your love confession, you've tried everything to get over him. a trip to europe makes you realize you miss your former best friend more than anything, and it makes heeseung realize he's got it all wrong.) (♡)(🔞)

HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER - @i2sunric (your daughter asks heeseung to tell the greatest love story of all and he takes the chance to narrate how he met you, the love of his life.) (♡)

JUNE BLOSSOMS - @soobnny (synopsis. as the month of may ends, you wonder what june holds for you and heeseung (especially with no more need to fake date.)

LATE SUMMER LOVIN' - @4am-enha (you desperately want to spend your last summer here in town with your friends, only to find out almost all of them are away on vacation. that is, all of them but heeseung. the one friend you’d never really been that close with.)

BITE ME - @drunkhazed (“I’m kind of confused still.” You admit, anxiously shuffling to sit without making eye-contact. Heeseung chuckles plopping down by your side, arm slinging back over your shoulder to keep you pressed against him.)(🔞)

COFFEE & CREAM - @ham-st4r (one chilly night after a long work shift, you’re unfortunately forced to walk home. Cause you left your bag at work, half way through your journey you stumble across a homeless man who you naturally offer money to, and he though he refuses. You give it to him anyway, and down the road, you’ll find that those two dollars changed not only his life but yours as well.) (🔞)

IT'S CUPID, STUPID - @mygnolia (To hell with Lee Heeseung, you couldn't find someone you hated more than the boy who's by your side no matter what. You figured that maybe the summer before university would be the best way to finally let go of him, and to leave the hate you have in your childhood- but no. What do you mean you have to spend ALL summer with him?)

FUCK BUDDIES - @dimepdf (y/n and heeseung and fwb after heeseung win in his football match y/n gives him the best reward)

TEETH - @gyuuberryy (you were not thrilled about the move in of your new neighbour. mostly because he was so strange and seemed to be hiding something dark. and partly because you couldn’t stop yourself from getting closer to him because of your unwanted attraction. you were determined to expose his dark secret and get rid of him once and for all. but, it was proving to be a difficult task because he was just so irresistible..and needy.)

PLAYER RANK: PLATINUM - @simpjaes (You’re not sure what’s worse, your sister’s boyfriend or your sister’s boyfriend’s friends. What you thought would be a great deal in living with her throughout college turns into a major game of cat and mouse, where you’re unsure if your moral compass is pointing in the right direction solely because you suspect someone is wearing a giant sex magnet to throw it off.) (🔞)

RUDE - @4wkjun (heeseung has never loved anyone as much as he loves y/n. y/n’s father has never hated someone as much as he hates heeseung. but it doesn’t matter, heeseung’s gonna marry y/n anyway.)

I OFFER YOU MY EVERYTHING - @heegyukeluv (You never cared about sex, until you did. You grew too afraid of it, scared of disappointing the other person or showing your inexperience. But then you met Heeseung, the hot basketball captain that stole your heart and became your biggest fantasy. ) (🔞)

VERBOTEN - @heesbaby (a bad stroke of luck saw lee heeseung, your dads coworker, moving into your small apartment until he found his feet again. emotionally unavailable and a workaholic, you were going to try your absolute hardest to make him loosen up. even if it meant breaking a few of the house rules he'd set out.) (🔞) (♡)

10 DAYS TO FALL IN LOVE - @luvyeni (you and heeseung used to be bestfriends as children — he even told you he'd marry you one day. but then you went to highschool and things changed , he dyed his hair and started hanging out with a new group group of friends. through all that his love never changed for you — has yours changed for him?)

RENT A BOYFRIEND - @jayujus (in which jeon y/n is desperate to find a boyfriend ASAP because she needs a date for her family's mixer. her best friend, ningning, introduces her to a website perfect for this situation!)

CHERRY CHAPSTICK - @angelwonie (ever since you met lee heeseung, he told you that the two of you were going to get married. all the time, at every opportunity, he reinforced it until one day, drunk, you accepted. was he dreaming or did it really happen? it wouldn't be so bad to fall for his jokes for once.)

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bunni-v1 · 3 months ago

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your shadow milk cookie relationships headcanons are now my canon. like what the fuck how can a piece of literature be so accurate to established information we know about him!!!!!!! hejsjsdjejwje ur shadowmilk is so loving and so cute lowkey

if you don't mind, since your requests are open, could you elaborate more on some more aspects of the relationship pre-ep 8 and post-ep 8? (if u haven't finished this part then u can just ignore this hehe) you mentioned how smc naturally gets more and more devoted as time goes on and he opens up (THEY MAKE ME FEEL SO ILL) so i've also wondered how he would act like when there is a threat that legitimately puts his lover in danger, or at worst, sets the tone to losing them. he'd mald, i imagine...

feel free to answer, feel free to ignore—i adore your work and i think it's not strange at all for you to shift to cookie run after dabbling in mostly human-ish games like ZZZ and TWST. all in good fun, plus you're feeding a parched audience (i am audience, haha) have a good day!

🍓Okay so this ask kinda has three parts to it, so please excuse me if it seems a little... all over the place. I'll answer both the pre and post ep 8 things, and then I'll be touching on what he's like with the threat. I do hope you enjoy my love <3

Tw: Mentions of body horror (cookie body horror?); Shadow Milk Cookie; Obsessive and Possessive behaviors; unedited

Info: Shadow Milk x Reader; Fluff; Angst (lowkey tho); Pre and Post episode 8 SMC (spoilers ahead lol); Drabble/Headcannons(?)

Pre Episode 8

From how the story seems to be set up, the confrontation with SMC should happen last, they just released it now because of the anniversary knowing he'd be hella popular lol. So I'm functioning with the idea that Gingerbrave and Co. arrive around when the other Ancients are finishing up their own confrontation with their respective beasts, meaning there's a lot of time to work with hehe.

Anyway, pre-episode 8 Shadow Milk leans into the category of 'yandere' a lot more than post. He's very obsessive about you, again stalking and watching you, learning as much as he can about you before he even allows you to see him.

You're more often than not being monitored by him, and if you're not, he's probably with you. He gets annoyed when other cookies talk to you, and he isn't afraid to voice that. While he does give you a lot of freedom, he does subtly limit the things you do and the people you're around. It's harder when you're not with him in the spire, but he goes about messing with the environment to keep you where he wants you.

And, yes, he'll crumble cookies in your name if he needs to. Their lives are arbitrary in the grand scheme of things, especially so if they're causing you strife. He won't hurt any cookies you hold dear to you -- though he really may want to at times -- only cookies that are a threat to your emotional or physical well-being. If the death causes you too much terror, then he'll tone it down to just... making their lives a miserable hellscape. It's what the deserve for hurting you, of course!

When you do join him in the spire (because you will, it's just a matter of how long it takes him to nudge you in that direction), the behavior is a bit more obvious. He doesn't like you leaving the spire for literally anything, and if you do he knows and will pop up by your side the second you stray too far. He plays it up as cute worrying, but he's legitimately scared for your wellbeing, like terrified. You're never alone in the spire if he can help it (and he can).

Like I said he watches a lot. There are eyes all around the spire and they follow you shamelessly. They appear content to just watch you, sometimes even literally forming hearts, so they're no threat to your well-being. Again, he's just observing you, more excited now that you're actually in the spire and close to him.

There is a notable difference in the environment, though you likely don't notice it (because you've only ever seen post you moving in). The atmosphere surrounding the spire is lighter, more colorful, and happy. It reflects his excitement at having you around, a visual nod to his love for you, even though you're not exactly away of it.

Despite the negatives here, there are positives! He's incredibly doting, you'll want for nothing with him. Your greatest dreams will come true with a wave of his hand, even with only half his power. He does let you wander around, you just won't be alone when you do so. He's very aware of the dangerous environment on beast yeast, he's cause for it, so he won't be risking your safety.

He's incredibly showy with his style of loving. Grand gifts and performances just to get you grinning and giggling. (He loves writing plays where the two of you are the main characters, falling in love in a million different ways, cutie he is.) He serenades you with syrupy sweet lyrics all about how much he adores all of you. Scoops you up in his arms and dances around with you. He's very touchy, like I said, always needing to have physical contact for whatever reason. (It's because he's scared you'll leave him too.)

He doesn't kiss you much if only to initiate more intimate activities. When he does, his intent is to fluster you nearly every time. Kissing is something that's hard for him, for whatever reason. It's more intimate than touches, and weirdly enough more intimate than sex in his mind. It makes him so vulnerable, so he tries to avoid it unless it's to get a reaction out of you.

Most of what he does is to get a reaction, actually. He likes seeing the way you express yourself, and regardless of what you do, he finds it cute. It's a little intimidating how much he stares, and he stares a lot. Very frequently you'll find him sitting around just... watching you. He won't stop even if you acknowledge it, just smiles all innocently until you go back to what you were doing.

That's sort of how it feels during this whole time, that he's just watching from the outside. There's a distance he keeps between you and him, the power dynamic is a lot more stark here. However, when you're not aware - be that you're sleeping or doing something where you can't see him - genuine affection comes out.

Floating around the spire in his arms as you rest, he whispers sweet nothings he could never bring himself to say to your face. He'll lead you around the winding halls of the spire with a path of your favorite flowers, aiding you in getting to where you want to go. He leaves gifts around, taking you on little treasure hunts just to reveal something sweet and heartfelt at the end. The spire itself shifts and changes around you to be more to your liking, and there are rooms within it dedicated to the hobbies you enjoy.

This gentleness is all hidden when you're together, though. Only showing itself when you can't look him in the eyes and reject him. He can't bring himself to let you in, he's scared of that rejection. He wants you to think he's powerful and amazing, so allowing you to see just how much he adores you would be terrible. What if you don't like him at his weakest? What if you realize that you could do better than him? What if you meet Pure Vanilla and you realize how much better he is? What if you leave him? Oh, it tears him apart.

So, he can't let you in. He'll put on a performance so dazzling it'll distract you from how much his heart aches when he sees you. He'll prove that he really does love you through flowery words and fantastical shows, anything to hide how much he adores you. Even when you try to get him to connect, he'll brush it off for fear of you not accepting him as he is. He can't handle you rejecting him, not after all he's done to keep you at his side, not after how hard he's fallen in love with you.

Post Episode 8

This is where we see Shadow Milk Cookie open up a lot more to you. After the so-called betrayal of Truthless Recluse, and his being incredibly emotionally vulnerable from Compassionate Pure Vanilla's offer for friendship, he's now forced with the problem of you knowing him. You saw that raw vulnerability, the loneliness that aches deep within his dough and infects his very being with a sickness he cannot cure.

No matter how much he puts on airs, he cannot avoid you knowing him now. He has nothing to hide behind anymore, you saw how much he craves connection and care, there's no going back from that. He briefly considers leaving you, but the idea of losing you sends shivers up his back, so he dismisses the thought as quickly as it comes. He may actively avoid you for a little while, but if you are patient and kind to him, he won't be able to hide for long.

Showing him that you still feel the same way by continuing your regular shows of affection is a huge relief to him. He truly expects you to think less of him now that you've seen that side of him, but you don't. It's rather odd to a cookie like him, who spent his entire existence being worshiped, revered, and feared. He assumes when you see him weak you will despise him - that you were only there for all the grandiose gifts and displays. He doesn't consider the thought that you have fallen in love with him. That you consider him yours as much as he considers you his.

It takes him a bit, but he begins to pick up where you left off. This time, though, he's more... gentle about everything. You get to take the lead around this time, and as odd as it is for him, it's cathartic to be taken care of for once. He can let his walls down and relax while you stroke his hair and hold him close to your chest. You kiss across his face with reverence that not even the most loyal of his followers could ever begin to replicate.

You love him.

He becomes addicted to the feeling, your affections being something he craves with a hunger he'd never felt before. It takes a bit for him to come to you for it, so usually you'll have to initiate it, but he melts into your hands so easily. It's pathetic how much hold a little cookie like you had over a god like him, but when you're humming sweet words at him he can't bring himself to care too much. (He will huff and puff if any of the other beasts give him shit for it, telling them off like a angry child.)

All of those hidden affections of his become much more obvious to you as time goes on. He's a bit awkward with it because he's never really been so open with any cookie before, but it's charming the way he tries so hard to be genuine with you.

You get to hear those sweet words of love from him directly, earnestly said while he holds your hand in an iron-tight grip. He gives you those heartfelt gifts by hand, telling you all about how he worked so hard to get it for you and how much care went into it. He leads you around places himself, preferring to be by your side than guiding you from a safe distance. Even the way he holds you is different, much more adoring than before. It's a kind of care he hadn't really shown you before, more considerate of what you might want rather than what he believes you might want.

And, of course, he kisses you now. Very frequently. He still does do it to fluster you at times, but less than he did before. Now every kiss has a purpose behind it, a means of displaying his affection for you. They're soft and loving, full of emotion.

Something that carries over consistently is the watching. He keeps an eye on you at all times, regardless of where you're at. Since you're no longer in the spire, there's more risk so he wants to ensure your safety. Even if you're with another beast or with Black Sapphire or Candy Apple, he's watching you anxiously.

Now if you acknowledge the eyes, they'll react to you. Before they usually just continued watching, but now they'll squint and shift excitedly at your attention. Sometimes he'll even drop flowers or a little plushie at your feet while the eye seems to grin at you with glee. You can kiss them, if you'd like -- they're warm and soft but they don't feel like eyes. If you do so the pupil with dart around nervously, then it'll pop out of existence and arrange itself to another spot you can't easily fluster him at.

Still, though, they just watch you for the most part. Making sure you're safe and happy when he isn't around. He's a bit less obsessive about who you're spending your time with, though. He trusts that you won't leave him a lot more now, and no longer finds himself threatened by anyone (other than PV).

Bonus below

Now, as a mortal cookie in beast yeast, most things put you in danger. It's a tough environment to live in, and there are a lot of violent characters around that wouldn't care if you died or not. However, most cookies are aware of Shadow Milk Cookie's, shall we say, claim on you.

There are very few things that could actually threaten you, especially with Shadow Milk Cookie monitoring you so closely. He makes the environment around you safer, and he makes sure everyone knows that you are off-limits. Unfortunately he cannot control everything, though he really does try to.

If anything, anything ever puts you in actual danger, he is beside himself with worry and rage. Your soft and sweet dough is not made for battle and danger, regardless of what you might feel. It would take the witches themselves to stop him from tearing apart the lands to ensure your safety. And tear them apart he would. He would carve deep valleys into the ground for you, slice mountains to their base, and raze forests flat if it means you will be safe.

If it's a cookie? Some insignificant act or protest from a foolish mortal, deciding to use you to get his attention? Oh, they'll know hell.

Depending on how much damage they do the punishment will vary, but it won't be pleasant regardless. If they just take you away for a little while, he'll torture them. Ensuring the life they go back to is much harder for them to live through, but he won't kill them. They have to learn their lesson and live to tell the tale so no one is stupid enough to follow their example.

If they hurt you at all, they're dead. Shadow Milk normally makes a show out of any crumbling he does, but when you are involved? He doesn't waste time with any silly shows, they just crumble. No fanfare, no sparkle, just death. They don't deserve anything more than that, not when they've caused you hurt.

Ah, and if there is a threat to you -- silly or not -- he takes it very seriously. His monitoring will increase tenfold, and he does his best to keep you with him at all times. He will not take your safety lightly, not when he adores you so.

If there is a genuine threat to your life, he will do everything in his power to remove it. After the fact, he becomes much more obsessive of your safety. It's almost suffocating for a while, but if you express concern he'll ease up a bit. Though you can feel the anxiety in his body language and the way which he speaks.

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darkwitchoferie · 1 month ago

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Cheating Ex - Minho Edition

Summary: Your shitty boyfriend has cheated on you. Again. You go to your childhood best friend Minho for comfort and end up getting more than you planned for.

Cw/tw: loads of pet names (baby, sweetheart, etc.), unprotected piv sex, oral (f receiving), a little anal fingering as a treat (f receiving), pleasure dom/service top!Minho, odaxelagnia (biting kink – f receiving), squirting

Wc: 6.1k

A/N: This one starts the same as the threesome version. I liked the way it started and didn’t want to change it. You can find the threesome version here. Also, this is somehow the longest one (so far).

This fic is part of a series of unconnected best friends to lovers fics, the others of which can be found on my master list.

You rushed through the front door of Minho’s apartment, tears streaming down your face, hoping your best friend was home.

“Y/N?” Jisung came around the corner, from the kitchen into the living room. “Y/nnie, what happened?” He hurried to you, wrapping his arms around you.

“Sungie,” you muttered, relieved that someone was home, even though it wasn’t Minho. It didn’t matter though, you were nearly as close to Jisung as you were to Min. “It’s Haneul,” you said through tears. “He’s cheating on me.”

“Oh sweetheart. Come on.” Gently, he led you to Minho’s room, knowing that was who you’d come for.

You followed Jisung to his bed and curled against him when he pulled you down onto it, letting the tears come and soak his shirt.

Some time later, after your tears had started to run dry and the crying was mostly internal now, you heard the bedroom door open. “Kitten? What happened?” Minho nearly threw himself on the bed behind you, wrapping his arms around you. The familiar nickname, one he’d given you when you’d run over to his house in the rain and he’d said you looked like a half-drowned kitten, brought comfort the same way his presence did.

“Haneul cheated on her,” Jisung explained quietly, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before getting up and letting your mutual best friend take his spot.

“That asshole! Want me to call Chan and Changbin, sweetheart? We’ll go straighten him out.” The door closed softly behind Jisung.

“It’s okay, Min. I’m fine. Besides, it’s not like it’s the first time.”

He was silent for a moment, staring down at you. “What do you mean?” Minho asked, voice low and dangerous sounding. Or, it would have been if you didn’t know your best friend well enough to know that he wasn’t going to leave you here while he went to hunt down your ex.

“Haneul…,” you sighed. “He’s never been loyal to me. He’s had at least two other girlfriends and I don’t even know how many hook-ups since we started dating. I just never told you.” You shrugged. You knew he was going to question you, but you hoped it wouldn’t be too bad if you tried to downplay how much the other affairs hurt you.

“What made this time different?” he asked, still in that same low tone.

“He cheated in my bed. Not his own, hers, or some hotel room. He brought some woman to my home and my bed.”

“Why’d you stay with him so long?” Minho burst out. “Kitten, you are so much better than that. You deserve so much better! Why put up with some asshole who doesn’t even respect you, let alone love you? Why – I don’t understand why you’d put yourself through that kind of cruelty.”

“He looks like you! Okay?!” You burst out, unable to hold it in under his disappointment. “Figured it was the closest I’d ever get to having you, so I –” Your eyes widened as you realized what you were saying and you struggled to sit up and get out of his bed. “Shit. Lemme go. Minho! Damn it, let me go!”

“Never,” he’d sat up and tugged you back against his chest. You struggled against him for a moment and he let you, not relaxing his hold on you enough to let you get free, but not holding you tightly enough to hurt or cause you to panic. “Do you know why I don’t date?” He asked after a few moments, when you finally calmed down.

“Because you’re an idol.”

“Wrong. That hasn’t stopped Chan, Hyunjin – actually, it’s never stopped any of the other members. Not since our ban expired, at least. You know that, you’ve met their significant others. No. The reason I don’t date is you. No matter how great anyone else might be, they aren’t you.”

You twisted in his arms to turn to look at him, brows furrowed in confusion but a spark of hope lighting in your chest. “What?”

“They aren’t you, Kitten,” he lifted a hand to gently stroke a fingertip down the side of your face before settling that hand on your waist. “No other person has been able to compare to your perfection. To the way you make me laugh, the way my day gets better just by hearing your voice. This thing inside me that constantly wants to shower you with little gifts just to see you smile but also desperately wants to knock you up so the whole world knows you’re mine.” You felt your body twitch with a mixture of shock and arousal. “Sorry,” he smiled unrepentantly. “Figured you’d want to know all of it.”

Your face must’ve given something away as his eyes darkened and voice dipped to a sultry tone that had a shiver of lust traveling down your spine. “Do you, Y/N? Do you want to know that after every time you leave our movie nights or hang outs I have to crawl into my bed or shower and get myself off? That I have to bite my hand or pillow to stop from moaning your name too loud? Do you wanna know that I got hard in the store the other day just from smelling the shampoo you use? That I’m hard right now just because of how close you are and desperately hoping you’ll let me have and keep you?”

Your breath caught in shock. You weren’t sure why you were shocked by that last sentence with everything else he’d admitted to already. Maybe it was the shift from sweet to horny in so short a span finally catching up to you. You couldn’t find your voice for a moment. Instead of responding, you ran the tip of your finger down his nose, then gently over his upper lip, watching them part and feeling the puff of air as he sighed against your fingertip. You shifted around, moving so you were straddling his lap and settled on his thighs. You slipped your arms over his shoulders and just quietly watched him for a few seconds.

Finally, softly, you responded to his last question. “I’ve been yours for so long, I don’t know how to be anything else.” His eyes flashed, hand coming up to tangle in your hair, tugging you toward him and claiming your lips in a possessive kiss. The hand not in your hair squeezed your hip as he tilted your head to deepen the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth in a way that felt like he was trying to claim you. You moaned low in your throat, the sound vibrating in your chest and causing Minho’s lips to tip up just slightly into a smile.

The hand on your hip slid around to your lower back and pushed you forward until you were pressed against his chest. You settled on his lap, right on the bulge in his jeans. You lips parted on a silent moan, head tipping back as your ground down slightly on him. Minho did not stop kissing you, his lips travelled across your jaw, and down your neck, licking and nipping as he went. At the same time, his hand shifted back to your hip, tightening his grip and helping you roll your hips over his hard cock.

“Tell me to stop, Kitten, and I will,” he muttered against your neck. “We can take this slow, I know you’re vulnerable now. But if –”

“Not vulnerable,” you interrupted. “Don’t you dare stop. ‘M so ready to be completely yours, Min.” You ground down on him with a little more force to emphasize your point, smiling at the groan that elicited from him.

He claimed your lips again, nipping gently on your bottom lip. The hand on your hip slid up, under the hem of your shirt, inching higher until his palm rested on the side of your ribs, thumb just brushing the underside of your bra. He pulled back a little to look at you.

“Ok?” he asked, lifting his forearm enough to indicate he was asking if it was okay to take off your shirt. You nodded and he had your shirt tugged up and tossed somewhere in his room in the blink of an eye. He settled both hands on your hips, helping guide your movements as you continued rolling your clothed core over the bulge in his pants.

The sensation overwhelming in a way you hadn’t really expected it would be, you tipped your head back, light pants coming with every roll of your hips. Because you weren’t looking at him, you didn’t see the way Minho was looking at you – the way he always looked at you when you weren’t looking at him – like a devoted follower finally seeing his goddess for the first time.

By the time you looked back down at him, the look was gone, replaced with one that was all heat and desire. You weren’t sure if it was all in your head or not, but it suddenly felt too hard to breathe with your bra on. You wrapped a hand behind yourself, undoing and then tugging the offending garment off.

“God,” Minho groaned, hands tightening on your hips briefly.

“Yeah?” you smiled at him.

“Yeah,” he confirmed, leaning in to capture one nipple between his lips, sucking the nub into his mouth.

Your mouth dropped open on a stifled moan even as your hands came up to clutch his shoulders. You were mildly disappointed to remember he still had his shirt on. Impatiently, you tugged at the offending fabric until, with a little pop sound, Minho released your nipple to lean back and take off his shirt. Your hands smoothed over the hard planes of his chest and abs and he let you, a soft almost-smile playing on his lips.

“What?” you asked, catching the look on his face.

“Nothing. Just… mm, finally have you in my lap, half naked. A man’s allowed to be happy when he’s living out a dream.”

“A dream, huh?”

“Definitely. Dreamed of you like this more often than I’ll admit.” You wanted to laugh, chuckle at the absolute absurdity of your gorgeous best friend dreaming of you at all, but the seriousness in his tone and eyes stopped you.

You leaned in, capturing his lips in a heated kiss. His tongue swiped over your bottom lip, as his hands moved your hips, rolling them against himself again. You picked up the pace he set, rolling your clothed core against his clothed cock, as his hands smoothed up your sides, coming up to cup your boobs. He fondled the flesh he held, pinching and rolling both nipples between his fingers, as his lips trailed across your jaw and down the side of your neck. He alternated open mouthed kisses and licks against both sides of your neck, lips continuing further down over your chest.

You leaned back, clutching his shoulders to keep yourself somewhat upright, as he licked over one nipple, sucking it into his mouth, then switched sides. You pressed your lips together, suppressing the whine that wanted to come out at his actions, even as your ground your hips harder against him.

Very suddenly, he shifted, tossing you off his lap and back onto his bed. “I am not coming in my pants like some teenager,” he huffed out.

You laughed, scrambling to get your jeans and panties down your legs as he did the same. He tossed all your combined articles of clothes off his bed, then slowly smoothed his hands up your legs. He shifted himself around, kneeling between your knees as he spread your legs wide.

He looked down at you, a light smile gracing his lips. “You’re gorgeous, Kitten,” he said softly, fingers trailing lightly up one thigh. Very quickly, you found yourself held slightly in the air. Minho had slid his shoulders under your thighs, hands under your ass, and lifted your pussy to his mouth. He pressed a chaste kiss against first your clit then your wet folds, before running his tongue up your slit. He groaned against you, dipping his tongue between your folds, lapping at your pussy.

“Taste so good, baby,” he muttered, singularly focused on tasting as much of you as possible, tongue dipping in to lap at your walls, then flicking over your clit, before he pressed his tongue as deeply into your cunt as he could.

Your moans were muffled by your hand pressed tightly over your mouth, panting breaths coming out through your nose, even as you tried to roll your hips against his mouth. Of course, with the way he had you held, you didn’t get much purchase to roll your hips the way you wanted to.

Minho glanced at you face and pulled away from your pussy when he noticed your hand over your mouth. Shifting his head a little, he bit, not very gently, into the meat of your thigh. The squeal this pulled from you was barely heard behind your hand. “Is this why I can’t hear you making any noise, Kitten? Are you hiding your noises from me?”

“Not… hiding,” you huffed out, moving your hand and trying to catch your breath while talking. “I know… guys don’t –”

“If you finish that by saying guys don’t like when you moan or whine or anything, I’m going to leave and hunt down Haneul right now,” he cut you off. Wisely, you stayed quiet, recognizing that he was actually serious. He stared down at you for a moment. “Hands on my headboard, baby, and keep them there. I want to hear every single sound that comes out of your pretty mouth.” He leaned forward, bending you nearly in half and pressed a quick, firm kiss to your lips. “And if I ask you a question, I want words, baby. Understood?”

“Okay,” you nodded, lifting your hands and pressing them to the fabric of his headboard.

He looked at you for a moment more, head cocked to the side, before adding, “And if you want something from me – ask. For. It. Do not shift your hips and hope I’ll understand. Tell me you want me to go harder or softer or that you want me to play with your clit or your tits. I want to hear you.”

You stared back up at him in silence for a few seconds. “Right now, I want your mouth back on my pussy,” you wiggled your hips for emphasis.

“Good girl,” he praised, sending a shiver down your spine, before diving back into your cunt, but keeping his gaze on your face. You bit your bottom lip, automatically stifling your moan as he pressed his tongue flat against your clit. He twisted his head and bit your other thigh. “I want to hear you, I said.”

“Habit,” you huffed out.

He pressed soft, soothing kisses against both bite marks, kitten licking over the red marks that would likely bruise, until he heard you whine. He smiled against your inner thigh and shifted to suck a hickey higher up on your thigh, pleased with the way you gasped then moaned at the sensation. Only then did he go back to your cunt, running his tongue up and between your folds.

This pattern repeated twice more. You would moan or whine at Minho’s actions – whether that was fucking his tongue into your hole or wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking it into his mouth – then you’d get self conscious and press your lips together or turn your head to bury your face against your own arm. Each time, Minho stopped, twisting to bite your thigh.

The fourth time he bit you, you moaned loudly, legs clenching around his head. He chuckled, looking up at you. “Do you like being bitten, Kitten?”

“Apparently,” you huffed.

He leaned up over you, once again nearly folding you in half. “Let me make you cum on my tongue baby and we’ll see if you like bites in other places before I fuck you, yeah?”

“Yeah. Yes,” you nodded frantically, belly clenching at the thought of his teeth in your neck or belly.

He chuckled low in his throat. “That means no hiding your sounds, remember. I want to hear every moan, whine, or whimper, sweetheart.”

“Okay. I’ll try.”

His gaze softened slightly and he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “You can do better than try, love. I know you can.” His tone sounded both encouraging and challenging. He pressed a few sporadic kisses to your chest and belly, before licking over your cunt, from your entrance to your clit.

Your nails dug into the fabric of his headboard when he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking it into his mouth and batting it around with his tongue. You poked your own tongue into your cheek, between your teeth, hoping it would help you keep your mouth open so he wouldn’t stop again.

You flushed as your moans got louder and more frequent, a little embarrassed, despite Minho saying he wanted to hear you. Then you looked down at him to see his gaze locked on your face, eyes sparkling with excitement. Your cunt clenched around nothing as you realized he genuinely was enjoying – maybe even getting off to – the sounds you made. You’d always been made to feel embarrassed by showing or voicing your pleasure, and here was this gorgeous man who seemingly wanted little more than to make you make those sounds.

The realization had you moaning, loud and long, back arching toward him as much as you were able. One hand flew from the headboard, burying your fingers in his hair and pushing his face closer to you. You couldn’t be sure, but you thought you felt him smile against you as he lapped at your sopping pussy.

He fucked his tongue into your cunt, licking along your walls as deep as he could get. Then switched to broad licks up and between your pussy lips, flicking the tip of his tongue against your clit when he reached it. He sucked the little bud into his mouth, tongue pressed flat against it. All the while, you watched him watching you, breathy moans and whines falling more frequently from your mouth.

“Min,” you whined, clutching tightly to his hair. “Close.” He hummed against you, the vibrations shooting straight through your cunt and adding to the tightening coil in your belly. “Oh god.” His name fell like a litany from your lips as the coil tightened further then finally snapped, your head falling back to press harder into the pillow under you as you tightened your grip on his hair and held him tightly against you.

He kept his tongue against your clit, not really licking, just sort of flexing the muscle against your nerves to help you through the after shocks of your orgasm.

He slid your legs off his shoulders, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs as you panted, coming down from your high. After a moment, your breathing started to return to normal but you also started to squirm a bit, remembering what he’d promised to do. Just as you opened your mouth to ask, he shifted further down the bed, moving to be between your feet.

Slowly, gently, he teased his fingers up both calves, starting at your ankles. You weren’t sure what he was doing, but the action was soothing and you were curious, so you stayed quiet as you watched him. You sighed softly with pleasure as his fingertips skated across the backs of your knees before your breath caught at the same light touch just above your knee on the top of your thigh. With a slight smile, he leaned down, scraping his teeth over the same spot, then biting down when you whimpered. And then you understood exactly what the light touches were for – he was looking for your sensitive areas.

Each new spot he found pulled some reaction from you – whether a moan, whimper, or even a squeal – and each of your reactions seemed to please and excite him more.

He scraped his teeth over the top of your hip, biting down then sucking a bruise into the same spot. He found another just above your belly button and at the bottom of your rib cage on both sides. A quick nip to the underside of each breast pulled a breathy squeal from your lips. He paused his biting exploration for just a moment – sucking each nipple into his mouth until it was taut.

Then he moved on to your arms. Your palms curled up against his fingers, the sensation slightly ticklish, but gasped at his light touch on the inside of your wrists. He nipped at your wrists, the same way he had at the underside of your tits. Then bit harder just below the crease of your elbow. Ticklish, you tried to squirm away from his touch the higher up your arms he went.

Already knowing your neck and shoulders were sensitive, he forewent the light touch and just started pressing kisses to the tip of one shoulder, biting into your flesh where your neck and shoulder met and sucking a hickey into the side of your neck. He repeated his actions down the other side of your neck and to the tip of the other shoulder.

When he finally pulled back to look down at you, you were a panting mess under him – eyes glassy and dangling on the precipice of another orgasm.

“So close. Min,” you whined out, struggling to find the words to tell him you were close to cumming and just needed his fingers on your clit.

He seemed to understand you were struggling though and asked, “Where, baby?”

“Clit. Please.” With a very self-satisfied smiled, he ran his two fingers through your soaked folds, gathering up your slick, before pressing those fingers to your clit and rubbing in firm circles. “Oh god.” You moaned out, one hand grasping at the blanket under you the other clutching at his shoulder as you shuddered through another climax.

“So,” he said, fingers still working you through your aftershocks. “Turns out you really like to be bitten, huh? I think we’ll save your back for another day though. What do you think?”

“Yeah, that,” you sighed lightly as his fingers finally stopped moving, “sounds good. God, Minho.”

He just smiled down at you like the proverbial cat that got the canary, eyes tracing over every bite mark he’d left on you. “You look good covered in my marks.” He shifted to practically lay on top of you, keeping himself propped slightly up on one hand as he leaned in to capture your lips in a possessive kiss. Never had you felt more wanted than in that moment when – even after making you cum twice – he still wanted more of you.

Then you realized not only had he not cum yet – you hadn’t even touched him since he’d tossed you onto his bed. “Min,” you pulled away from his lips. “’M sorry.”

“What for baby?” He looked bewildered.

“You. You’ve done so much already for me and I haven’t –”

“Ah,” he cut you off, understanding flooding his gaze. He pressed a soft, reassuring kiss to your lips. “You don’t need to worry about me. Don’t get me wrong, I would love to feel your mouth and hands all over me. And we’ll absolutely get to that another day. But today is all about you. Most times will be, Kitten. I like giving more than receiving, okay? I would much prefer to have you gasping and moaning under me than anything else.”

You looked curiously up at him. You knew, of course, that Minho genuinely liked to take care of the people he cared about, but you hadn’t considered that it would translate this way into his sex life. “And if I ask you to fuck my mouth?” you asked bluntly, partly to see his reaction but also because you did enjoy giving blowjobs to the right partner.

He groaned, burying his face briefly against your neck. “Definitely gonna explore that later. Would you really let me…?”

“Oh yeah,” you nodded, face flushing as you continued. “I like the feeling of a cock on my tongue, stretching my jaw.”

He nipped at the back of your jawline, just below your ear. “You might be the death of me, sweetheart,” he said softly, lips against your skin. You threaded the fingers of one hand into his hair, gripping gently as he kissed along your jaw, back to your lips. He pressed a kiss to your lips, one that was over far too soon for your liking, nipping your bottom lip as he pulled away. He leaned over to his nightstand, sliding open the drawer and rummaging around for a few seconds before straightening up with a recognizable foil packet between his fingers.

“Do we have to?” You asked, when he looked back over at you. “Not sex, I mean,” you reassured him quickly. “Absolutely need you to fuck me. But do we have to use a condom? I have my implant,” you tapped the spot on your upper arm, “and I really wanna feel you in me. Please?”

He groaned, dropping down against you so his face was buried between your tits. “No condoms ever, if that’s what you want, my love,” he said, words muffled slightly against your chest.

You felt your face and chest pleasantly heat up at him calling you ‘my love’. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him against you, just taking a moment to bask in him. After that moment, you wiggled your hips under him, not impatient exactly, but also not entirely patient either. “Min.”

“Mm, yep. Absolutely. Needed to get control of myself,” he said with a little smile, lifting his head and looking up at you. “It’s like you’re trying to find things to say to kill me with.”

You grinned at the slightly expectant look in his eyes – like he was ready for you to say something filthy to try to get another reaction out of him. Instead you went a different direction. You brought your hands up to cup his face, bending slightly uncomfortably so you could press a soft kiss to his lips and whisper, “I love you, Minho.”

“Oh god,” he groaned, pushing you to lay back against his pillows as he gripped both of your thighs, hooking your legs over his hips. With a single, smooth roll of his hips, he sheathed his cock inside you in one motion, pulling matching groans from both of you. “I love you too,” he said, between soft kisses against your neck and cheeks, giving you a chance to adjust to the stretch and him a chance to regain control of himself again.

“Min,” you whined after a moment, rolling your hips. “Move, baby.”

With another kiss pressed to your jaw, he readjusted himself, sitting up on his knees and hooking his arms under your knees. Your hands flailed, finally gripping his blanket as he started steadily thrusting into you, quickly building up speed until his hips were snapping into yours. For a moment, you weren’t aware you were making any noise, your jaw hanging open, until you heard the breathy little moans with every thrust of his hips.

Then he adjusted, bringing your knees to his shoulders and leaning over you, folding you in half.

“Oh god,” you moaned out, hands leaving his blanket to grip his shoulder and opposite bicep.

“Look at you, my baby,” Minho looked down at you with a look that seemed like pride, but you were too caught up in your own pleasure to be sure. “You take me so well, like this cunt was made for me. Pussy’s so wet and warm. Can you hear how wet you are, baby?”

“Uh-huh,” you groaned out, listening to the slick sounds of Minho fucking into you.

“Gonna make you cum on my cock, sweetheart. Will you do that for me? Cum on my cock so I can feel your cunt squeeze me? Hm?”

You struggled to find an answer, your building orgasm and constant moans making words difficult. “Ye… yeah.”

“Good girl, remembering your words.” His praise sent a bolt of lust through you, ratcheting your orgasm closer. He leaned closer, pressing kisses to your bottom lip, your jaw, your cheeks, but never fully covering your mouth. The coil in your belly tightened further and you could feel Minho smile against you. “Getting closer, huh baby? I can feel you clenching around me. Gonna fall apart for me, sweet girl?” He slammed into you, tip of his cock perfectly bumping your cervix.

“Min! Oh, GOD!” You shouted, back arching as your orgasm crashed through you. Minho’s thrusts slowed as he kept fucking you through your aftershocks, relaxing back on his knees and bringing your legs down to a more comfortable position. He firmly massaged your upper thighs as he kept rolling his hips into you as you came down from your high. “Oh god,” you repeated, softly and in awe.

He smiled down at you. “Still doing good, sweetheart? Keep going?”

“Please keep going.” Not too quickly, he pulled out of you. “No,” you whined.

He chuckled. “Relax, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere. Just gonna move you.” You helped him rearrange you as much as you could, your limbs feeling a bit like jello. He flipped you onto your front, pulling your hips up until you were on your knees, head and chest relaxed against his pillows. He knelt behind you, your thighs pressed together, and his spread wide. He slid back into you with a low groan, bottoming out in a single motion again. “God. Feel so tight like this baby.”

You whined, rocking back against him. “Feel so good.”

Minho didn’t give you much time to adjust, pulling almost all the way out of you then snapping his hips forward. He set a hard, punishing pace, the room filling with the sounds of your squelching pussy, skin slapping against skin, and every little ah he pushed out of you with each thrust. His hands gripped your hips tight, pulling you back against him with each thrust, his fingers digging in hard enough that you felt you might have bruises. You hoped you would, adding them to the various teeth marks riddling your body.

Unexpectedly, he pulled out of you, just to bury a single finger in your cunt, pumping that digit into a couple times, then pushing his cock back into you before you could find your voice to complain. His hips were still as he pressed his slick-wet finger steadily into your ass. You groaned, cheek pressing deeper into the pillow under you. You heard a breathy chuckle from him as your cunt squeezed him hard.

“Oh, Kitten. Have none of your loser boyfriends ever played back here?”

“No,” you whined, shaking your head and pressing back against him.

“Does it feel good?”

“Mm-hm.”

“Don’t worry, baby,” he rubbed his other hand soothingly against your hip. “I won’t neglect any of you holes.” You whined in response, a high pitched sound you’d never heard yourself make before. He chuckled again, leaning over you and pressing a wet, open-mouthed kiss to the back of your shoulder.

Then he sat back up and rolled his hips, building back up to the pace he’d been at before, but keeping to a slower pace with the single finger he thrust in and out of your ass. You felt so good, your mind going hazy around the edges.

“Hm,” Minho almost sounded thoughtful, if not for the breathless tone in his voice. “We should probably get you some toys, Kitten. Something to keep this cute pussy full while I fuck your ass. Or a cute plug for your ass while I fuck your cunt. Just to make sure you’re full no matter which hole I’m in. Would you like that, love? Go shopping at the sex toy store with me?” You whimpered, clenching around him. “I need words, Kitten,” he reminded you.

You opened and closed your mouth a couple times, before finally finding your voice again. “Please.”

You could hear the smile in his voice. “Aw, is my baby a little cock-drunk?”

“Ye –” your voice cut off with a guttural sound on a particularly, intentionally, hard thrust from Minho’s hips.

That smug tone that you both loved and loathed was thick in his voice as he said, “A little too far gone to talk, poor baby girl. Feeling too good, huh? That’s okay, sweet girl. I’ll take care of you.” The hand on your hip started to slide forward. “Press back against me, baby. Yeah, just like that.” You dug your knees into the mattress below you, pressing your ass back against his abs. He reached around to your front, fingers quickly finding your clit.

The first touch of his fingers against that bundle of nerves had you tightly clenching around his cock and pulling another breathless laugh from him. He flicked his fingers over your clit in time with the finger thrusting into your ass. You didn’t have the brain power to wonder how the hell he was able to do everything he was doing – you were too far gone. Your brain felt hazy and you were therefore surprised, not just by your orgasm, but by the fluid that gushed out of you, around Minho’s cock, as you came, your vision going white.

You knew you lost it for a minute, you were pretty sure you may have actually passed out for a few seconds. Because the next thing you knew, you were collapsed on the bed, Minho beside you. You could feel his cum inside you, but you didn’t remember him coming.

You panted, working to catch your breath and to bring your mind back between your ears where it belonged. Distantly, you became aware that Minho was holding your hand, the one closest to him, while running the fingers of his other hand gently up and down your spine. The soft touches were helping you to ground yourself again so you made no attempt to move away from his hands. Not that you could have or even wanted to.

Finally, your breathing returned to normal and you felt more like yourself again. You twisted, turning on your side to face him. “Back with me, Kitten?” he asked, a happy smile dancing in his eyes.

You took a moment to respond, then said, “I’ve never done that before.”

“Done what?” Minho asked, smug tone light in his voice, figuring what your answer had to be. “Cum that many times?”

“No. Well, yeah. But I meant squirting. I’ve never done that.”

He popped up, propping himself on his elbow so he could look down at you. “Seriously?” he asked, the tone getting more prominent as a matching smug smile spread over his lips.

“Mm-hm,” you nodded.

“Oh, baby, you are gonna be so much fun for me.” Grin still splitting his face, he leaned down and peppered light kisses over your cheeks, forehead, and nose, before pressing a light kiss against your lips. “Come on, let’s get you showered. I’ll order us food then we can cuddle, possibly nap. How’s that sound?”

You looked up at him, suddenly feeling overwhelmingly soft and like you might cry. “You gonna take care of me?”

“Of course.”

“I’ve never done that either.”

“Excuse me?” He arched an eyebrow.

“Had someone take care of me after sex. I always had to do it myself.” His eyes darkened in that dangerous way they did. He rolled out of bed, then slid his arms under you, lifting you bridal style against his chest. “Minho!”

“Mine now,” he said simply, striding into his ensuite bathroom. He set you down in front of the shower stall then reached around you to turn on and adjust the water. Once it was a warm enough temperature, he gently backed you into the shower and under the spray. “Mine to take care of,” he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Mine to love,” he kissed the other corner of your lips. “All mine,” he said softly, staring into your eyes then leaning in to capture your lips in a firm, possessive kiss. You melted against him, clutching tightly to his shoulders as water cascaded over the back of your head and shoulders.

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crimsonvictory · 2 months ago

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You don’t know when it started exactly, but Sundays were your favorite day of the week. For a few reasons:

one; it was your day off

two; you always lose count of how many times you come in the evenings

It had been a long week, work tensing your muscles into knots, your shoulders squeezing tight with unrelieved stress that had slowly built up each day.

To no relief, you just couldn’t seem to get the knots to loosen under your soft skin. The tension causing many a headache and irritation to leach into your pretty face. You had tried just about everything, stretches, self-massages, yoga, but nothing touched it. Almost as if your body just didn’t trust itself to relax.

The only time you would ever get a little relief was with a scalding bath and a little one on one time with your favorite toy. You never really had the time for one, occasionally once a week, which just wasn’t enough to soothe your aching body. So, when the time did roll around, you were more than eager to step into your routine and unwind from your busy schedule.

That is, until a certain someone interrupted your special day, coming back home from a mission early without notification. You were glad he was home, but damn if your shoulders didn’t tense up tighter towards your ears at the thought of not having the bathroom to yourself. Simon obviously needed a shower, stuck on a plane for nearly two days and in the car for who knows how many hours.

You sighed softly, starting to pick up your self-care items and haphazardly throw them in a wicker basket off to the side.

“Y’alright?” he asked softly, peaking around the half closed door.

Maybe you threw them a little too harshly. You take a moment to calm yourself, cheeks blazing with unbridled rage as you stare past him and into your shared bedroom.

“Mhm,” you hum softly, eyes not meeting his.

“Lovie,” he prods softly, the sweet pet name catching your attention.

Your eyes flick over to meet his own, dark gaze unwavering as he stands in the doorway. You notice that he’s already unmasked, hair sticking up messily from pulling the balaclava off. There’s still a bit of unprocessed events swirling around, a bit of ochre starting to peak through now that he’s home.

Home. Safe with you.

“I was just about to leave,” you explain, towel still sitting on your shoulder.

“Doesn’ look like it,” he states matter of factly.

So, he caught you up, called your bluff. What was he going to do about it? You let out a soft huff, setting your mouth in a fake smile as you lay your towel down on the counter, turning around to grab the laundry hamper that you had been ignoring for days.

You rest it on your hip, raising an eyebrow as a silent suggestion for him to move. He doesn’t. You follow his eyes, watching as they drift from the wicker basket, to the towel on the counter and finally land on the small toy you have resting on the edge of the tub. Your face heats again and you take a side step, trying to hide it from his view. What’s the point? He’s already seen it.

“Am I interruptin’?” he asks softly, gaze settling back on you.

“No,” you sigh softly. “Like I said, I was about to start on this laundry.”

You go to move again and he tuts softly, the sound stopping you in your tracks.

“If you need some space, coulda jus’ told me.”

You look up at him then, cheeks still burning pink as tears prick in your eyes. Your stomach clenches - guilt swirling around as you process what he just said. The feeling makes your lip wobble and you turn your head for a moment, gathering yourself.

“I’m sorry, Si,” you start. “It’s just been a rough week and I wasn’t expectin’ you home.”

“S’alright,” he states. “I didn’ call.”

You huff a laugh at that, turning back to look at him again. He looks tired, eyeblack mostly rubbed from his eyes but still lingerin’ in the corners. Your sweet Simon. Always checkin’ on you first before himself. You decided to extend the offer this time.

“Would you want to join me?” you ask.

He raises an eyebrow in question.

“Sundays are my self-care days. I usually take a hot bath and…” you trail off, tips of your ears burning as you see how Simon catches on.

His lips stretch into a grin, showin’ off his sharp teeth. Arms folded over his broad chest, he leans against the doorframe, head nearly smackin’ the threshold. A soft laugh falls from his lips.

“Y’want me to take a bath with ya?”

You nod slowly, a small smile on your face.

“Alrigh’,” he agrees, pushing the door farther open to step inside.

Your smile stretches wider and you set the laundry basket down before turning to grab all of your self-care routine from where it was thrown. Grabbing two towels and washcloths, you lay them over the towel rack near the tub before leaning over and starting the water. The knob is a little finicky and you stick two fingers under the water until it is a desired temp.

While the water fills, you twist open your favorite bubble bath - eucalyptus scented - and pour some in, watching it swirl around in the porcelain tub. The smell of it already has your shoulders relaxing and you let out a soft sigh. For good measure, you add a cup of epsom salts - more for Simon than you.

He stands quietly, watching you flit around the small room as you get everything ready. A small smile rests on his face, chest squeezin’ at the sight of you. You turn towards him finally, face a little flushed and a few pieces of hair stuck to your face.

“Ready?” you ask, gaze expectant.

He nods and you smile, reaching down by your hips to pull your cotton shirt over your head before dropping it into the laundry basket. A low hum rumbles in his chest, appreciatin’ the way your breasts bounce back to their resting position. Simon then follows suit, grabbing the arm of his shirt to pull it off in one swooping motion. You never know how he manages to do that so efficiently.

Next is your pants, you shimmy them down your hips and into the basket they go. Left in just your cotton panties, you turn towards the tub to turn the faucet off. You don’t have a chance to stand back up due to the firm press of Simon against your back.

“Si!” you huff, an incredulous laugh leaving your lips.

“Missed ‘ya birdie,” he mumbles into your shoulder.

His large hand paws at your hip, squeezin’ at the bit of fat there and pulling your ass back flush against his hips. The warmth of his body radiates off him in waves - always burnin’ hot no matter the time of year. A shiver of arousal runs down your spine, feeling his cock already straining against his pants.

It sends slick drippin’ down into your panties, his touch itching the relentless scratch you had developed since he had been gone. You hadn’t seen him in weeks - sweet body just tremblin’ with want. This is what you had needed. Simon places a chaste kiss to your overheating skin - all knowing - a soft hum leaving his lips.

He spins you around, sliding his large hand up to brush the soft skin under your breasts. Your nipples perk up at his touch, hardening into little buds. A soft whine leaves your lips, knees feelin’ like jelly. He leans down then, latching his lips around one. His mouth is hot - captivating as he swirls his tongue around - the pleasure pooling hot in your belly. You arch up into his touch, hand coming up to grasp at his large bicep and givin’ it a squeeeeeze.

He chuckles softly, releasing your tit with a ‘pop’ before placing wet kisses up the side of your neck. His sharp teeth graze against your collarbone before he bites down, causin’ you to yelp. The stinging pain is over in a moment, soothed by his tongue.

He steps back then, the warmth of him gone as he releases you. A soft whine crawls up your throat - pathetic. You watch the way his cock jumps at the noise - only imagining the pearly precome that coats the tip. Simon shimmies out of his tact pants and boxers, his thick cock swellin’ up against his belly.

The tip is a pretty pink, shiny with iridescence. He curves up to the right just a bit - makes your mouth water. Simon tuts softly, rough hand circling around his length before giving a couple tugs. You watch his thighs tremble. Your hand reaches out to circle around his own, watching between the two of you as they move - up, down, up, down, up.

“Christ,” he grits out, voice strained.

You huff out a laugh, feelin’ the way he grows impossibly bigger in your hand. Subtle moans and sighs fall from Simon’s pretty lips. Your panties are stickin’ to your folds, arousal drippin’ down your leg.

“Missed you…” you murmur, lookin’ up through your lashes.

He moans softly at his pretty girl - the way she looks at him, like he placed the sun. Simon’s cock twitches again and he stills his hand, suckin’ in air through his teeth.

“Okay?” you ask softly.

He nods. “Can’t be lookin’ at me like tha’.”

You laugh again, smile breaking out on your face before you can help it. You’re gorgeous. Simon doesn’t realize it but he’s smiling too. The tension is thick in the air, the steam of the bath foggin’ up the mirrors. You had almost forgot, wanting nothing other than Simon in the moment. Uncurling your fingers from around him, you quickly pull your panties down before beckoning him to join you in the bath.

You step in, the hot water feeling wonderful against your skin. Not sitting down yet, you let Simon step in behind you so you can sit between his legs. He huffs, the water scalding against his overworked muscles. A sigh leaves his lips as he relaxes back against the cool porcelain.

How the two of you fit in there is a miracle. Simon’s hulking frame nearly taking up the whole tub. You squirm in between his legs, resting your back against his chest. A comfortable silence rests between you for a moment. You dip your arms in the water, cupping your hands and splashing water up on your face, taking the washcloth and tracing your features smoothly. The excess water drips down the cloth and into the bath.

“Your turn,” you murmur, turning around and resting your elbows on Simon’s chest.

He grumbles softly, eyes fluttering shut as you run the warm washcloth over his face. You take him in - your Simon - more beautiful every time you see him. The furrow between his brow softens, face relaxing underneath your touch. You smooth the cloth over his eyes, removing the rest of the eyeblack. His closed lids flutter, following the movement of your soft hands.

One rests on his cheek, your thumb gently petting his face. So soft - his chest squeezes again. You’re so good to him. Breaking down the barriers and crawling inside. He couldn’t get you to leave if he tried. Your plush lips place soft kisses on his face - his eyelids, his cheeks, his nose, before brushing over his lips. A swipe of your tongue startles him.

You laugh then, smiling against his lips. Simon’s arm darts out, snaking around your waist and pullin’ you impossibly close. You drape the washcloth over the side of the tub, bringing your other hand up to his face before smashing your lips to his. He groans against your mouth and you take the opportunity to slip your tongue inside, exploring.

He tastes like he always does - a hint of cigarette and Earl Grey. Your stomach flutters with want, devouring him with each swipe of your tongue.

Simon’s right hand sneaks down between the two of you, thick fingers rolling’ your buds into stiff peaks. You moan hotly into his mouth, arms tremblin’ against his chest. The cool air makes you shiver when he finally pulls away.

You huff softly against his check, having pulled away for a moment. A smirk pulls one side up - bastard. You place a quick kiss to his cheek, sitting up for a moment to grab your exfoliation scrub before he has a chance to complain. You open up the cap, dipping your fingers into the jar before scooping up a dollop and placing it on Simon’s face.

“What’s tha’?”, he mumbles.

“Exfoliator.”

He huffs softly but you shush him with a few kisses. Leaning back ever so slightly, you swirl the exfoliant softly around his skin - the crystals picking up any dirt leftover. With many convincing kisses, Simon lets you finish and wipe his face clean.

The skin is super soft, you smooth your thumb over before bringing his own hand up.

“Feel,” you tell him.

His fingers brush over his own face, surprised by the smoothness there.

“Not bad,” he concedes.

You smile, and to your surprise, Simon grabs the container and returns the favor to you. His thick fingers aren’t as delicate as your own, bumping up against your nose or knocking your chin. You can’t help but laugh, the gesture sweet. He lets you rinse your face before leaning up and capturing your lips again.

Simon’s pulled you into his lap, sloshin’ water everywhere. His hands slide up and down your waist, your back, your arms - anywhere he can touch - committing you to memory. He’s growing desperate, wanting to keep you close. You feel his cock twitchin’ against your folds, wanting desperately to roll your hips down against his own.

The two of you are in no rush though, languidly kissing and running your hands over the expanse of each other’s bodies. Simon’s got both hands splayed under your breasts, tongue swirling around your nipples again. He sucks the bud into his mouth, alternating between the two - nippin’ and kissin’ until they’re puffy again.

You whine, shuddering against the pleasure. Simon knows just how to crack that tension in your body. You feel it slowly leak from your muscles, shoulders finally relaxing after such a long time. Tears well up in your eyes at the relief. The head of his cock is bumping against your clit in a delicious way - every time you squirm a sizzle of pleasure licks up your spine.

“Missed you Si,” you sigh again, voice wobbly with tears.

He squeezes your ribs softly, thumb brushing over your peaked nipple and you come. It’s sudden - you weren’t expecting it, but the pleasure burns fast, taking you by surprise. You gasp, eyes rollin’ in the back of your head as it takes over your body.

A few tears fall down your face, rolling down your neck and mixing with the condensation accumulated on your body.

“Tha’s it,” Simon murmurs into your skin, coaxing you through your orgasm, soothing circles being drawn on your skin.

You tremble, the after effects slowly subsiding. Your chest rises and falls, breathing slowing after a few moments. The comfortable silence stretches again and your hands slide up into Simon’s hair, running your fingers back and forth over his scalp. Your nails scratch softly, havin’ him practically purrin’ in your lap.

Simon rests his forehead on your chest, stretchin’ his neck - yearnin’ for more of your touch. He’s just as starved as you. His large arms circle around your back, caging you in close. You pet his head, fingers soothing as they run down his neck and over his broad shoulders.

Water droplets pool on his scarred skin. Your fingers trace over them, feeling Simon relax in your touch. You’re more than grateful that you can be a safe space for him. That he allows himself to open up to you. You smile, pressing a kiss to his head. Glad that he has returned home safe yet again.

“Si?” you murmur.

“Hm?” he grumbles, sounding nearly half asleep.

“I’m glad you came home.”

He squeezes you then, placing soft kisses up your neck before nippin’ at your jaw.

“Couldn’ leave my pretty bird all alone.”

You feel him twitch against you again, desire rolling off of him in waves. He moves, adjusting himself to sit back against the tub, having you on full display in his lap. Simon’s thumb pads softly at the little pearl between your legs, watching in delight as your thighs start to tremble.

Your breath hitches in your throat, arousal causing your eyelids to droop. The roughness of his fingers are delicious against your velvety folds, creating the perfect friction. You clench around nothing, biting down on your pretty plush lips.

“Pretty girl,” he praises. “My pretty girl.”

Your chest clenches at his words, tears pooling in your eyes again as your second orgasm bubbles up. Eyes fluttering closed, you let the pleasure seep into your body, feeling yourself grow taught and then relax as the endorphins release.

A laugh leaves your lips, followed by a soft moan from Simon. Your eyes flutter open, focusing on the man below you. His eyes are dark, gaze sharp and unwavering as he watches you unravel before him. He takes pride in that - watching his little bird come undone before him - knowin’ he’s the one that caused it. Makes him hornier than ever - his own little slice of heaven sittin’ right in his lap.

You blush, the warmth traveling down your chest - shy at his gaze.

“Don’t hide from me birdie,” he coos, thumb swipin’ over your clit again.

It’s a bit overstimulating, causin’ your hips to jump. The head of his cock brushes through your slick folds, pulling a groan from the both of you. You place your hands on his wide chest, pleadin’. He knows what you want - decides not to be mean this time and just gives it to you.

Simon angles your hips, the tip catching against your fluttering hole. You gasp as he pushes inside, the girth of him stretching you open.

“Fuuuuck,” he groans. “Such a tight little thing.”

Your breath stutters and Simon slows, petting your hip softly as he waits for you to relax.

“Relax f’me pretty. C’mon you can take it.”

His sweet words have you clenchin’ around his cock, sucking him in deeper. A laugh punches out of Simon’s lungs.

“There we go,” he praises. “Such a good girl f’me.”

Your walls stretch around his cock, fluttering every time he sinks deeper. You’re tremblin’ by the time your hips are flush with his own.

“Yessss,” he hisses, squeezing your hip.

You take a couple of deep breaths, the burn subsiding and blooming into pleasure. It sits deep in your belly, begging him to move.

“Please,” you beg.

That’s all you had to say. Asked so nicely. His pretty girl. So perfect. Simon pulls out nearly all the way before slamming back inside. The motion has water sloshing everywhere, making a mess of the floor. You don’t care, the pleasure makin’ you mewl. You’re clawing at his shoulders, holding onto them as his cock spears you open.

“Fuck Si,” you moan, squeezing him.

You watch his eyes roll languidly over to you, pupils blown, fucking pussydrunk. Simon was gone, lost in the pleasure you were milking from him. Jaw slack, practically droolin’ over how good you felt. It makes your pussy flutter, watching his eyes glaze over in pleasure.

He fucks you good, knowing which way to angle your hips to pull out those pretty sounds. Throat nearly raw from them crawling up. Your pretty tits bounce with each thrust, head falling back as he hits your cervix.

You’re ramblin’ words of praise, pleasure foggin’ your pretty head. Simon’s cock bullying its way in and out of your puffy hole. It’s euphoric, every inch bringing you closer to your peak. You can tell he’s close too, the sporadic jump of his hips against your ass. He pulls you flush for a moment, stilling as he grabs your jaw, pulling you down to kiss you messily.

Tongue prying your lips apart as he licks inside, wanting to devour you whole. Simon’s hips stutter again before he pulls back, slamming back in as he bites down on your lip. You clench around his cock, gasping as pleasure overtakes you once again.

It burns, but burns so good, nerves overstimulated with another orgasm. Your muscles squeeeeze taught, tremblin’ with overexertion. Arms shaking, you fall against Simon’s chest. His own wrap tighter around your waist, holding you close as he fucks up into you - chasin’ his own pleasure.

You whine, the head of his cock slamming into your dripping cunt over and over until his hips finally still, pumpin’ you full of his come. Simon bites down on your shoulder, muffling his moans. You’re both panting, chests rising and falling in tandem.

Simon smoothes a hand over your back, patting softly as he slowly pulls out. Another whine crawls up your throat when he’s no longer inside. He sighs, tilting his head back against the tub again.

“God I missed you.”

You squeeze him tight.

“I know.”

#simon riley #cod simon riley #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #crimsonwrites #simon riley smut

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prettyg1irlstears · 1 year ago

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i js saw ur pillow princess reader x rafe blurb n its amazing !!

but how would rafe x gf!reader be when rafes friends have been bringing up about how it feels good when ‘the girl takes charge’ but she gets upset n self conscious cs she literally cant, shes js a pillow princess at heart !! she wld constantly ask rafe if shes good enough in bed, if its fine she cant ride him like his friends have been showing off :(((

first of all thank you!!<33 second of all i’m so sorry if i’m answering late, but i hope you’ll like it<3

softbf!rafe x sub!reader

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you’re in the large living room of tannyhill, a pretty sundress on while sitting of your boyfriend’s lap, listening to the conversation between him and his mates.

you were telling rafe that you’ll come tomorrow, that it’s fine if he wants to have a ‘all bro evening’, but rafe insisted on you staying, so you did, because you’re his good girl.

so here you are, playing with rafe’s fingers as the boys don’t bother to acknowledge or respect your presence and talk about their girls.

“bro, my girl’s wildin’ when she takes charge,” kelce boasted, smirking as he took a swing of his beer. “doin’ all the work, feels so good.”

your chest tugs anxiously, slightly squeezing rafe’s fingers as you listen.

“yea i feel ya, man,” topper adds, grinning as he high-fives kelce. “wish you could see the way sarah moves on me ‘cause like goddamn..”

you feel yourself getting uncomfortable, partly because they’re talking about their girlfriends like they were a piece of meat, but mostly because you know you’ll forever be a pillow princess.

“yo, top,” rafe feels jow uncomfortable you are, stroking your silky hair lovingly, thinking it’s just because the conversation’s too much for you. “it’s my sister, man, don’t be gross,”

“sorry bro, not my fault she’s freaky,” topper sneers, kelce chuckling along with him.

you withdrawn a little bit, nuzzling into rafe’s chest as your mind runs a marathon. you were never able to take charge, especially in bed. you and rafe tried it a few times, but you always get all shy and embarrassed, just simply not finding it in yourself to be dominant. but now, after you heard the boys’ conversation, you feel even worse than ever.

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“you okay, baby?” rafe asks you softly. the boys have already left, you’re now helping rafe clean the beer cans and pizza boxes. he has noticed something’s off — he always does.

“mm good ray, just tired.” you fake a yawn and give him a small smile.

that seems to make rafe calmer, maybe he just doesn’t want to press you. he comes over to you, placing his hands on your waist. “can we still do sum’ or are you like really tired?”

you chuckle and look up at him. “no we can still do something.” because even though you still feel bad, you can still feel a little wet spot making itself in your panties just from that one simple sentence.

rafe smiles and kisses you, his hands moving from your waist to squeeze your butt. “alright let’s get to bed, hm?”

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you thought it would make your mind go elsewhere, like always, but even when you’re a moaning mess under the muscular body of your boyfriend, you’re still thinking about it.

“what’s the matter, bunny?” rafe grunts into your neck as he kisses it, giving you long and deep thrusts.

“n-no, no!” you let out in a whimper, squeezing his shoulders. “please don’t stop.”

rafe smirks, slowing his pace even more as he bites on a soft spot of your neck. “then what is it?”

you whimper at that, but you can’t keep your worries inside anymore. “am i good enough for you?” as soon as these words leave your mouth, rafe stops, stilling inside of you, making you let out a small whimper of disapproval.

“baby.. baby look at me, will ya?” he gently takes your chin in his hand, making you look up into his eyes.

you look, his hand caressing your cheek as you look up at him with those puppy eyes of yours.

“why would you ask that?” he asks, his voice soft as he has no idea where this is coming from. “of course you are, you always were and always will, baby.”

“because i can’t ride you.. can’t make you feel good..” you say quietly, tears welling up in your eyes. “mm sorry rafe, i just can’t..”

“hey, hey, look at me, baby..” he makes you look at him again, his hands running through your hair and caressing your cheek. “that’s perfectly fine, bunny. you’re perfect, i swear to god,”

you’re looking into his eyes, nervously playing with his curtain bangs. “are you sure? ‘cause i felt really bad earlier..”

rafe chuckles a little, kissing your forehead. “baby, don’t listen to those two pricks. can’t appreciate their girls like i can apprexiate mine.”

he kisses your lips softly, slowly starting to move inside you again. “i love you being my little pillow princess.” he grunts at the movements, earning a tiny moan from you. “wouldn’t change for anything, baby.”

“you mean it..?” you ask, leaving out tiny whimpers as he moves slowly yet deeply, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“absolutely,” he whispers, kissing your lips while leaving out small moans. “don’t have any idea what you do to me like this.”

“alright..” you feel a shy smile growing on your lips, tugging on his hair as his tip hits that one spot inside you. “r-rafe.. please.. faster..”

“faster, yeah?” rafe smirks, increasing his pace, holding the side of your neck, earning sweet little moans from you that make his cock twitch inside of you.

“don’t need ya to take charge, baby..” he lets out a pretty moan into your ear. “js’ fucking you like this is enough for me to go absolutely crazy.”

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#rafe cameron #rafe obx #rafe cameron smut #rafe outer banks #rafe x reader #outerbanks rafe #rafe imagine #rafe x you #drew starkey #bf!rafe #prettyg1rlstears #blurbs𐙚

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ddejavvu · 3 months ago

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i’m having a lot of steve rogers thoughts i’m sorry 😔 thinking about him trying to discourage you from grabbing and groping him? he’s holding his arms above his head (which is just making his chest and tummy and biceps look so yummy) and telling you “ask nicely sweetheart” or he’s trying to tease but he’s blushing all the way through cause he knows he likes the attention anyways and he’s too polite to say no directly

Steve's usually able to handle any distraction the world can throw at him, but he's let his guard down here beneath your shared blankets, and when your cold fingers wrap greedily around his bicep for the sixth time this episode, pinching and squeezing and compressing, he finds his patience worn thin.

"Alright." He pushes himself up off of the bed, wrenching his arm from your grasp as your head shoots up to track him, brows furrowed, "That's enough out of you."

"What'd I do?" You ask, looking vaguely worried but mostly just confused. Steve muscles down some stray fondness at that, and presses forwards, mostly undeterred.

"You keep touching me!" He tries not to yelp, but the sound does come out panicked and whiny, "I'm trying to watch tv and you can't keep your hands off of my arms."

You laugh now, long and loud with no trace of your former apprehension.

"I just like holding you! Come back," You plead, all gooey-eyed stares and lovey-dovey hands reaching for him. He backs out of your reach, and stretches his arms over his head for good measure, ensuring that there's no way you'll be able to continue feeling him up unless you're willing to get out of bed, which he's betting you aren't.

"No." Steve doubles down, "Promise me you'll leave my arms alone."

The desired result would be that Steve could watch tv undisturbed, but he's only asked for you to stay away from his arms, and the way that they're curved over his head not only highlights their muscles, but the ones on his abdomen as well. The hem of his shirt rises barely over his waistband, showcasing a sliver of skin that teases you with a glimpse of muscle definition above. His chest strains against the otherwise loose-fitting pajama shirt he's lounging in, and you suddenly decide that his arms can wait if you can have his torso instead.

"Fine." You secede, and he seems taken aback by that, like he'd expected more of a fight. He's half right- you wouldn't have given up so easily had you not changed targets.

"Good." Steve tries recovering, arms down as he makes his way back into the bed, "You're grabbier than Tony is with his interns."

You let him settle first, lulling him into a sense of security as his eyes lock back onto the television, you give it five, four, three, two, one.

Your hand slips deftly beneath the hem of his shirt, molding greedily to the hills and valleys of his toned abdomen.

"Hey-! You're- quit groping me!"

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers fanfiction #captain america x reader #captain america imagine #captain america fanfiction #captain america fluff

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abbyssgf · 5 months ago

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𝐠𝐟!𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫

• concept: your gf, sevika, comes to your home after another fight and she tells you to cut her hair 'cause it's too long and…she thinks it could be good to have some changes after a long time.

• words: 1202

• warnings: sevika calls reader 'baby', 'darlin', etc.

• author note: hehe I hope you'll like it guys!😝❤️

Sevika came back to your home late at night around 11.p.m, since you came home from your job you were worried about her all the damn time waiting for her to come back to yours home. When she finally came back home it was really obvious that she gotten into another fight. you sighed at her sight; she stood in front of you and she looked down at the floor avoiding eye contact with you 'cause she knew you didn't like it when she was getting into fights. She had blood on her face, a small cut in her upper lip, her arm was covered in bruises and she looked just… so damn tired.

"oh, vika" you sighed and you walked up to your girlfriend looking at her scars after another fight and her messy hair. sevika grumpled and looked up to look into your soft eyes that she loves so much "I know, I know…" she murmured softly under her breath, feeling guilty when she was under your gaze. "I'm sorry, baby," she added and you sighed quietly. you couldn't be just mad at her while she stood here, being in pain and apologizing to you.

"come on" you said and you grabbed her hand gently so as not to cause her any more pain. "Let's go to the bathroom, I'll take care of the mess you have on you, okay, babe?" you said with a little playful tone hoping to make her smile a little. sevika smiled softly as you predicted and sighed, tired "okay" she said and both of you went to your shared bathroom.

when both of you entered the bathroom, sevika sat up at the closed toilet and you reached for the first and kit you were keeping it in one of the top cabinets in the bathroom for situations like this or sudden accidents. you walked over to sevika and you laid the first and kit on a nearby cabinet. you looked at sevika sighing "take off your clothes, sev" you said to her wanting to have a better look at her scars after the fight she had and that you could better take care of them.

she does it without opposing your words, she takes off all of her top clothes leaving only her sport bra. sevika sighed tiredly and laid one of her large, calloused hand on your hip just so she could feel your skin under her fingers. As you took care of her, cleaning all her wounds and scars, Sevika slowly started to tell you what exactly happened and what the fight looked like, you listened to her but mostly your focus was on the fact that you needed to take care of your girlfriend.

after some time you closed the first and kit and you kissed sevika's forehead as a quiet 'i'm done'. sevika smiled gently to you and she wrapped both of her hands around your thighs only to pull you into her lap and she immediately wrapped her arms around your waist. she nuzzled her face into your neck and you could feel her breath at your skin. "thank you, baby" she mumbled softly, feeling grateful you take care of her. "you don't have to thank me, sevy" you said to her.

silence was between you two for a while but it was interrupted by the hoarse, low, tired voice of sevika "could you cut my hair?" she asked without beating around the bush. you raised your eyebrows and leaned over so you could look at her face. "why?" you asked her curious but also confused by this sudden question.

"they're too long and this asshole I fought pulled my hair during the fight and caught me off guard" sevika said with a grimace on her face, remembering her earlier fight. you couldn't help but laugh a little bit and leaned back to her only to give her a soft, gentle kiss on her mouth.

"you sure? i'm not some kind of great hairdresser" you said to her with hesitation, what if you would cut her hair badly? but you were pulled from your thoughts by sevika's voice "darlin'" she started looking into your eyes "you won't do anything bad with my hair, they're too long for me so you can cut them without any hesitation and…I just think some changes after all this time would be good for me, y'know?"

you were hesitating for a moment longer but you decided to give up and trust sevika's words "okay…okay, i'll try my best" you said to her. sevika smiled at you and kissed the corner of your mouth "thank you" she said. sevika sat down on the chair she had brought for herself in the meantime and you took scissors and stood behind her. the mirror was in front of you so you could look at sevika.

you felt hesitation in your body "are you sure, babe?" you asked again feeling slightly nervous about cutting your girlfriend's hair. sevika sighed and looked up at you, she turned around just enough to place omer of her hand on the back of your thigh and looked into your eyes "baby" she started with warm yet confident voice "im sure as hell, you won't do anything wrong to me" she said and then added with a wink "not to me at least" you rolled your eyes playfully and smirked under your breath.

"i'm sure, okay? so stop stressing so much and just cut it" sevika said and squeezed your thing, you sighed being a little more relaxed thanks to sevika's words "okay…okay, sev" you mumbled and kissed her on her head "now turn around" you said and sevika did what you wanted to.

you started cutting sevika's hair, being careful and trying your best, and you were careful not to hurt your girlfriend, sometimes sevika would say "you're doing great, baby" or "mhm, perfect" and when you were in front of her, she put her hands on your thighs and rubbed your thighs with her thumbs in a soothing motion

after around an hour you were done, with a smile on your face you moved away from sevika looking at her in the mirror with her new haircut. Now her hair was up to half of the ears, you saw sevika's smirk on her face and you frowned "what?" you asked

sevika shakes her head and she stands up to put her hands on your hips and pulls you into a soft, warm kiss. you sighed and melted inside, you wrapped your arms around her neck while kissing her softly. sevika moved slightly and with a smile on her face she said to you looking into your eyes "it's perfect, sweetheart" and after that added "and I look sexy" her smile turned into a smirk.

you giggled and pushed her biceps but not so hard that it would hurt "you've always been sexy and hot, babe" you said to her and kissed her on the nose. you put your hand in sevika's now short hair and ran your hand through her hair.

"thank you" sevika said to you and leaned to kiss you again as a little, quiet 'thank you'. you smiled and returned the kiss.

• taglist: @abbyslvrrr @noacinno @nytloq @l0vel3tterl0ver @pizzabbs

#arcane #sevika #sevika arcane #arcane season 2 #arcane sevika #sevika x you #sevika x reader #sevika x female reader #sevika x fem #hanni's masterlist🎀#hanni's blog🎀

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circeyoru · 3 months ago

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Love Trial _ Part 4

[Sung Jinwoo x High School Ex-Lover!Reader]

Part 1 ― Part 2 ― Part 3 ― Part 4 (here) ― Part 5

“They’re together again.”

“I say they make a good couple.”

“Aren’t they just so cute together?”

“Wish I had a boyfriend too…”

“They’re lucky to have much other~”

You and Jinwoo were the talk of the school whenever the two of you walked together on school grounds, whether it was going to school together cause you two lived close or walking through the hallways together to head to the cafeteria for lunch. Both of you brushed off the rumours in the beginning, you two were close friends, nothing else.

Then one day, Jinwoo asked, “What are we exactly?”

“Humans.” You answered without missing a beat, even though you were reading your favourite novels instead of studying for finals.

“I don’t mean that!” Jinwoo exclaimed, but caught himself by the evident redden face from his outburst. He cleared his throat and elaborated, “I mean, our relationship. We’re close, but are we just best friends?”

“Excuse you,” You glared at him after leaning down your book, “We are childhood best friends. Mind you, my friendship is one you can’t just get off the streets, mister.”

That seemed to make Jinwoo chuckle, momentarily averting from the serious topic. You tend to do that, but humour was something he liked about you. Oh. “I think I like you.”

“I like you too, if I didn’t we wouldn’t be friends.”

“As more than a friend, I mean.” Jinwoo shyly corrected you, “What I want to say is I love you.”

You blinked at him and squinted your eyes. “That’s so random, you’re not doing it by the steps.” You showed him your novel, “See, if you truly love someone the way I see it, you need to time the perfect moment and set the mood.”

“Oh…”

“Always.” It was your turn to clear your throat, you raised your book upright to continue reading it. “Back to studying.”

“You’re not even reading the textbook or reference books…”

“Hush! Mind your own business.” While Jinwoo did so, your mind went elsewhere. Being in love and being loved was something you wanted, but you questioned whether you were actually in love with Jinwoo in that way. Novels and films wrote love to be so clear and obvious, but in reality, it never was that easy.

Since that day, you began to subtly look at Jinwoo differently. His little quirks, his little flaws, his little joys. Everything. You knew then when your heart was always at peace with him and you longed for him by your side, that was love. Though, you didn’t know how Jinwoo saw you after that conversation. You assumed he saw you the same way since he learned from his mistake and popped you that question to move onto the next step in your relationship.

How naive.

Following your confrontation with Jinwoo, your picture of him as the stone-faced, strongest, and most impenetrable Hunter somehow changed to that of an abandoned puppy―if that made any sense.

If someone were to ask you to name the most desperate person in your life, you’d pick this guy who snuck into your lecture hall and boldly sat next to you, even innocently writing down short sentences in a notepad before ripping the pages and passed them to you. You were a diligent student, so you were paying attention in your studies and marked down notes. Needless to say, you were using learning as an excuse to ignore Jinwoo.

To the point that one side of your arm was covered in pieces of paper from Jinwoo. Luckily, it was not your dominant side, else you would have called off Jinwoo ages ago. The messages ranged from mundane ’are you free after this lecture’ to ’can I get you a drink’. Now why weren’t you doing anything like an outburst or trying the usual tricks?

It was mostly due to the aftermath of your rooftop conversation. Yes, you did draw an obvious bolded thick line between the two of you and told him you want nothing to do with him. Yes, you did say you’re leaving things in the past and opted to enjoy your present life than wallow in anguish. However! Jinwoo took it as an opportunity to start over.

Just as you were leaving, he confidently and boldly proclaimed, “Give me some time! I’ll prove I’m serious about you. I know I have no excuse for what I did to you and I know nothing can wash away this slate. But. I want to show you I have seen the error in my ways and want to change.” His voice shook in a way that made your heart ache for it reminded you of the old days when you two were your real carefree selves with each other. “Please, give me a chance and don’t push me away.”

And guess what, you caved and gave him a chance. The only thing you never accounted for was Jinwoo approaching you at any given opportunity. He was almost around you for 27/4, wait you got that wrong, 24/7. Yes, that’s right. See how he has affected you… You can’t even get the time right because he was just always there. Respectfully keeping his distance when you had company, but there all the same.

“I brought you something to drink.” Jinwoo popped up out of nowhere when you were just sitting in the lecture hall waiting for the class to start.

“Can I sit here?” A stray Jinwoo just approached you while you were on the bench resting.

“It’s going to rain and you don’t seem to have- Oh, I thought you didn’t have an umbrella and waited for you…” Jinwoo awkwardly chuckled when you gave him the deadpanned face and opened an umbrella right before his eyes, you went first into the rain but then Jinwoo soon joined your side, “Let’s walk together to the station then.”

There were so many more that you can’t even remember it all…

“He’s at it again…” Jong-In chuckled as he sat next to you, “When are you going to announce our break-up? I feel like I’m third wheeling when he’s around.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, sighing in frustration and annoyance. “We can ‘break up’ only if it’s what you want. Not for that insufferable guy…”

“I never seen you this mad and indifferent to someone… What exactly did he do to you?” Jong-In questioned half-heartedly, knowing you wouldn’t enlighten him with your answer or story. He added when you had that look in your eyes, “Hey, we’ve been together―as friends―for a long time and I know how your moods are. Whatever he’s done wrong to you, I think you’re trying to forgive him too.” He chuckled as he commented, “Well, more like you’re putting him through trials of love. You know, to prove himself?”

“...”

“You don’t want to be hurt again, don’t you?”

You weakly nodded―mentally at least. All of this was so exhausting to you. If only Jinwoo had went for Cha Hae-In like he did in his past life… Then everything would been perfect and you could move on with time.

You glanced over to the door, particularly the glass that gave you a peek of the outside, Jinwoo’s arm was there in view. Even after you told him you didn’t want to see him. You heard Jong-In’s remark, “At least our professor banned him from the lecture hall, no disturbance for the prized student and you get some time and space away from him.”

You turned back to your lecture notes, a tiny―very tiny―upward curl at the corner of your lips. “Stupid dummy…”

Note: The last part will be uploaded tomorrow on Valentine's Day~ My treat to you since this one is quite short~ Spoiler, there's a bit of angst, but it's a fluff end. No worries. Not breaking any hearts.

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