#and i couldn't sleep for a second last night

[azrielbrainrot]

I was thinking a possible, sleeping in the same bed, as they’d often do, but one morning waking up cuddling, but with Azriel? I'm dying to see him waking up to the reader latched on and having a break through about it. Maybe even the reader waking up and being embarrassed but leading to a confession? 👀

Close to You

Pairing: Azriel x F!Reader

Word Count: ~0,7k

A/N: I hope you enjoy this, I didn't really add a proper confession because it didn't really fit in this moment so I hope that's okay. Thank you so much for sending it in!

It's not often that Azriel sleeps through the night. In fact it's so rare that he's genuinely surprised that the faint rays of the sun shining through his curtains greet him when he opens his eyes, so much so that it takes him a moment to blink the sleepiness out of his eyes and notice that someone was currently curled into him, still sound asleep.

His heart starts racing in his chest when he looks down only to be met with the crown of your head. Your face was pressed against his neck, hidden away from his sight, your slow breaths hitting his skin, chest moving against his. Your arm was draped over his torso and his mirrored yours, keeping each other as close as possible. All he could see, smell and feel was you.

It's not the first or the second time you've shared a bed, he had long since lost count on how many times it had happened for reasons varying from getting only one room at an inn when out on a mission to staying up so late talking that it's easier to just lay down and sleep instead of moving to your own room.

Last night you had fallen asleep in the sitting room when Cassian and Mor's stories had dragged on too long and Azriel ended up bringing you to his room, not wanting to wake you up and fly you down to your house when his bed was always available to you.

He swears he didn't fall asleep so close to you though, and he was also pretty sure that he had tucked you in on the other side of the bed. It seems you had both moved closer in your sleep, seeking each other's warmth, maybe something else.

Azriel was never a huge fan of cuddling, letting someone that close was too hard for him, it felt too intimate, too raw, but that was never the case with you. He had never worried when you hugged him close, or reached for his scarred hand, carded your fingers through his hair with a beautiful smile playing at your lips, even now, when you're hugging each other so close it's hard to see where one ends and the other begins, he felt totally at ease.

The only thing he couldn't understand was the tremble in his chest, and the hesitation when he realized he needed to get up if he wanted to spar with Cassian. He was still trying to understand it when you started stirring, pressing your face even closer to him as a soft whine escaped you.

You were so close that he could feel your eyelashes caressing his skin as you tried to blink the sleep away, and the way your body immediately tenses up when you realize the position you were in, your heart racing as fast as his when you slowly push away from him, his arm tightening around your waist before his mind catches up to what he's doing.

Azriel had always known you were beautiful, exceedingly so, but when you looked up at him, eyes a bit wide and a sheepish smile tugging at your lips, the world seemed to stand still. How did it take him this long to notice?

“I'm sorry,” you whisper, voice still heavy with sleep. You try to move away again, but his arm only brings you closer, your eyes widening as you stare into his.

“What for?”

Azriel swears he could feel the shiver running down your spine when you hear his voice. Cauldron, he had been so blind. He cups your cheek, his thumb caressing your soft skin softly, your hand touching his chest, undoubtedly feeling the way his heart skips as he watches your face.

“For clinging to you,” you murmur. It sounded more like a question, like you expected his reaction to be different and didn't quite know what to do now.

Azriel only offers you a small smile, pulling you in closer and nuzzling into your hair, it widens when he feels your body relax against his, hugging him closer as well. Maybe he should try sleeping in for once, practice wasn't worth crawling out of bed for, certainly not worth not having you in his arms - he was starting to think nothing was.

“I'm the one clinging to you.”

[shortbcofkoffee]

CW: OD and coke addiction

Bruce knew what was going on. He'd been an insanely rich teenager too, granted Tim was a little more stressed than he was at 17. He's not blaming Tim, he'd never blame anyone for an addiction but it was getting worse. Tim was good at hiding it from the public and his friends (if he was hiding it from them at all. Bruce should investigate that further), but it was hard to hide things in a house full of detectives.

The sudden erratic highs and low lows were hidden because everyone in this family had some sort of those. The late-night spikes of energy could be accounted for by the mini-fridge full of energy drinks in his room. His paranoia and anxiety were just par for the course with Tim, no one would bat an eye. But there were some things he couldn't hide. Tim was losing weight. Dramatically. If he wasn't light before, he was now. He skipped almost every meal but he never made a peep about being hungry. His exhaustion was evident in his eye bags, but he never acted tired.

But then, during his lows, Tim looked sick. He looked so much smaller, so vulnerable. He looked like he was thirteen again. When the joy of Robin had just rubbed off, faster than it did with the others. Just sad eyes and a thin frame, sinking in on itself and avoiding Bruce like the plague.

What scared Bruce was that he knew he couldn't stop Tim if Tim didn't want to stop. Short of having eyes on him 24/7, Bruce couldn't control Tim's actions without destroying their relationship. Even then, the second Tim was away from him again he might go back to using. But he wanted to help. He needed to at least talk to him.

Back when Bruce had been using he had Alfred and Harvey. He hadn't felt a need to hide anything from Harvey because it was cool back then. It was a truly casual thing, you did a line before an event, or during if the host had any. That was being rich. Bruce didn't need help because no one needed help. Until he became dependent. Everywhere he went, every day, if he didn't have at least one bump first, he couldn't get through it. Bruce was a good actor, he always had been. That was part of being famous. Bruce was good at hiding his anger and paranoia because you can't always be scared and angry at everyone, even when you are.

Bruce had screamed at Alfred. And he never hated himself more. He screamed and insulted one of the only people who knew him. Liked him. Everyone loved Bruce Wayne, but no one really liked him. Not like Alfred. And he'd screamed at him. Bruce overdosed that night. He hated himself so much and the thoughts wouldn't go away no matter how much he took. He woke up a day later in a hospital bed with Alfred next to him.

Getting off coke was one of the hardest things Bruce had ever done. It'd be hard for Tim. But it was possible, and that's what mattered. He found Tim after patrol finishing his log for the day. Damian had long since gone to sleep but Tim was still wide awake, full of energy. Just like the last three days. His domino mask was still on but Bruce was sure if he took it off Tim's pupils would be the size of sausers.

"Tim," he started. The boy, because that's what he was, a little boy, jumped. "If you're finished, I'd like to talk to you."

Tim quickly glanced over his shoulder. Bruce is sure there's a tension that Tim can see in him, but he doesn't say anything. "Yeah, I'm pretty much done. What's up." He spins to face Bruce in his chair.

Bruce took a deep breath. He wondered if this was what it was like for Alfred. "I'm... worried about you. I-"

He didn't want to say it. Even if he knew without a shadow of a doubt, saying it made it real. And once he did there was no going back. And if he was wrong, God how he wanted to be wrong, he would've accused Tim of something awful. But no matter how he looked at it, this was reality. Tim hating him was better than Tim being dead.

"I know... you've been using cocaine." He looked for Tim's reaction. The boy looked clammed up suddenly. Like he'd rather be anywhere else. It didn't surprise Bruce but it confirmed what he already knew. What he wished he didn't know. "And I'm not judging you. God knows I'm not, I'm just worried."

"I'm fine, Bruce," Tim said. His voice was small and Bruce could tell he was looking anywhere but him despite facing him.

"Okay. I don't agree. I just want you to know that just because this feels good now, it can seriously hurt you later. If you-"

"I'm not you Bruce. I'm not an addict, I can hold myself together." Tim's face had twisted into anger. "Just because you almost killed yourself doesn't mean I will or want to."

That hurt a little. He shouldn't be surprised Tim knew about his overdose, it was a public obsession for a while and Tim was his self-proclaimed biggest fan before he became Robin. But it still hurt. Either way, Bruce just nodded and reminded himself it wasn't Tim. He was being affected by an exterior source, besides he could've said worse.

"I'm not saying that, sweetheart. I'm just saying you're headed down a dangerous path. I know how hard it can be, you know that. I want what's best for you, I want you to be healthy. Whenever you come down you look half dead. You don't sleep, you barely eat, if you're not working, you're not home."

"So what, I can't hang out with my friends? I'm sorry you can't understand or maintain interpersonal connections, but you're supposed to hang out with your friends." Tim stood from his chair. "I'm not talking about this with you. I finished my log, I'm going to my room."

"Tim. Sit down," Bruce ordered.

Tim scoffed. "I don't know if you've noticed Bruce, but you're not my father. The second I'm out of the cowl, your orders are barely suggestions. You're lucky I can stand even being around you anymore because trust me, most of us tolerate you at the most. There's a reason Dick left the second he was 18, there's a reason Jason would rather kill himself again before he lives another day in this house, there's a reason all of us would rather have our own lives outside of you. Me, Cass, Steph, Duke, none of us can stand being around you. The only reason Damian still does what you say is because he's literally a brainwashed cult baby. The only reason I don't leave is because you would literally kill yourself without a babysitter."

There was a lump in Bruce's throat. He'd learned not to cry before he learned to fight, but God did he want to. It's not Tim, he reminded himself again. The worst part was that he knew it was true, at least partially. He knew his kids loved him, that was an indisputable fact. But they also always let him know when he messed up. When he hurt them. All accept Tim (and Damian, but that was a different story).

Because Tim was never there to be a child. Bruce realized that a while ago, but no matter how he tried to remedy it one thing was the same. Tim hadn't entered his life to be a child, Tim was, despite everything and no matter how Bruce hated it, a caretaker. He shouldn't've been, he was only thirteen, but Bruce had let him. He tried to fix it, he really did. He tried to treat TIm like any of his other kids. But had he ever properly apologized? Was that why Tim felt like he had to do this to himself? He took a step forward and reached out.

"I know. I know. I'm so sorry, sweetheart, I put too much on you."

Tim jerked away and all but growled at Bruce. "Don't touch me! This is your fault, damn straight you put too much on me. Do you know how fucking draining it is to deal with you every day? I'm surprised no one else you know is coked up all the time. Do you even know what it's like to deal with you?"

"I'm sorry." That was all Bruce could say again. His voice sounded weaker than he would have liked. He looked away and kept his hands to himself. "I'm really, truly sorry, Tim. I'm just... I love you. I should've never been your responsibility. You've always done so much for me and I haven't given you the appreciation you deserve. But I love you. And I'm worried. And I want to help you because you're better than me. You always have been." He took another step, closing the gap between them. He placed a palm on Tim's cheek. He didn't notice before but it was starting to sink. "You're an amazing person. And I don't want you to end up like I did."

Bruce could hear Tim's breath hitch. When he looks into Tim's eyes the boy looks like he's about to cry. He looked like he wanted to say something, to apologize. Maybe that was wishful thinking. Tim shoved Bruce's hand away and took a step back.

"Shut up, Bruce. There's nothing wrong with me. You're right, I am better than you."

On that note Tim turned and darted up the stairs, leaving Bruce alone in the cave.

I hate searching up Tim Drake addict and getting coffee addict Tim.. I need this man on COKE. NOW.

[shinig6mis]

it had been a few seconds since bakugou had knocked on your door, but it felt like a lifetime. his mind raced in circles, not knowing whether his thoughts were rooted in paranoia or if there was some truth to them. why hadn't you texted him? it wasn’t like you two had a strict routine or anything, but after everything that had happened last night—how you two had stayed together, cuddling and falling asleep—he couldn't shake the feeling that something was different.

every other night, you've been in and out of his apartment, always leaving within ten minutes. but last night, something different happened. he couldn’t explain it, but it felt right to be lying there with you, sharing your warmth, hearing the steady rhythm of your breathing as you fell asleep. he could still feel the weight of you in his arms, the way you fit against him perfectly like you were meant to be there.

then, when he woke up, you were gone. no text. no call. no nothing. his heart squeezed painfully at the thought of it and he found himself racking his brain with the worst possible scenarios. maybe it had been too much. maybe crossing that boundary had been the mistake. maybe you’d seen the intimacy between you both as a sign that this arrangement had to end. maybe you regretted it, and that terrified him.

so, here he was, standing at your door, hands tense by his sides, hoping he wasn’t about to hear something he wasn’t ready to face.

when you finally opened the door, your eyes were slightly puffy, your hair pulled up in a messy bun, and you looked far too tired for someone who just woke up. the faint glow of a desk lamp illuminated your room. his eyes went to glance at the textbooks scattered on your desk and the laptop still open with whatever assignments you had yet to finish.

“bakugou?” you blinked in confusion. “what are you doing here?”

“i—uh…” bakugou started, caught off guard by the sight of you. you were wearing those loose pajamas that he secretly found adorable. “can i come in?”

you didn’t hesitate, stepping aside to let him into your room. the moment he entered, he made a beeline for your bed, sitting down, while you stood across from him, arms crossed in that way you always did.

his eyes stayed on you as he tried to gather his words. “you didn’t text after last night,” he finally blurted, his voice rough as always, but the worry in his tone was clear. he couldn’t stand it anymore.

you let out a soft sigh and explained, “i’ve been buried in assignments, bakugou. aizawa’s been on my ass, and i just haven’t had the time to check my phone.”

he exhaled deeply, the tension in his shoulders easing as you spoke. he’d convinced himself he’d lost you, but hearing that explanation made everything feel weirdly better. “so, no… nothing’s wrong?” he hated how nervous he sounded, but he couldn’t help it. this arrangement you both have meant more to him than he was willing to admit, and the thought of losing it scared the hell out of him.

you raised an eyebrow, taking a moment before saying, “we can talk about last night tomorrow if you want. for now… just stay. sleep over if you want. you can be annoying and overbearing in the morning.”

the relief that washed over him was almost overwhelming. he hadn’t realized how much the silence had been eating at him until now. you weren’t breaking things off. you were just distracted, which was probably what he should’ve assumed in the first place. but he couldn’t stop thinking that maybe, just maybe, he had crossed a line he wasn’t supposed to.

for the rest of the night, you sat at your desk, buried in your work, while he watched you, propped up on your bed with his arm supporting his head.

it was quiet. only the sound of your focused typing and the occasional shuffle of papers filling the space between you two. he couldn't help but appreciate the view, watching you get lost in your assignments. despite how complicated this arrangement felt sometimes, he loved the fact that he was the only one who ever got to see you like this. no one else.

he stayed there, his mind quiet for the first time in hours, just taking in the sight of you. you were everything to him in that moment, even if you didn’t know it.

time passed, and eventually, you closed your laptop and crawled into bed. without saying anything, you curled up under the blanket, pulling it tightly around you. bakugou hesitated for a second before sliding in behind you, his arm instinctively wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer. he buried his face into the back of your neck, inhaling the scent of your shampoo, the softness of your skin.

he felt the tension leave his body as he held you, but his mind still wouldn’t let go. there was a an annoying part of him that wondered what you really thought of him. if you felt the same or if you didn’t. if this was all just temporary to you. but the other part of him that refused to let go of his pride was content just being here. being with you. even if nothing between you was official.

you shifted slightly in his arms, making him tighten his hold on you. it wasn’t perfect. it wasn’t what he had expected when he first got into this arrangement with you. but right now, with you in his arms, it was enough. and maybe, he could keep pretending that it always would be.

© 2025 shinig6mis | do not plagiarize, repost, or translate any of my work.

[insidekatmind]

Trust me-Cho Sang-woo

Wearning:+18,smut

Request: yes!

It was a quiet night in the Squid Game compound. The lights were off, and the sound of the participants' breathing filled the cold air. You were in the dormitory, your eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness, and you saw Cho Sang-woo lying on his cot. His figure was still, but his face couldn't hide a certain unease. He seemed lost in his thoughts, too deep and dark to share with anyone else.

You approached slowly, careful not to make any noise. You knew Sang-woo wasn't the type to open up easily, but in recent days, things between you had changed. There was an unspoken bond between you, a sort of tacit understanding that no one else could see. Maybe because you both carried a weight too heavy on your shoulders.

"Can't sleep?" your voice asked, low and calm, as you stopped near his bed. Sang-woo looked up, his eyes a little tired, but not surprised to see you there.

"I thought I should stop... think more about what I'm doing," he replied, his tone betraying an internal struggle. "But I can't stop now, right?"

You looked at him, aware of what he was trying to say. It wasn't just the game that tormented him, but his choices, his mistakes. Deep down, you weren't all that different from him. You, too, had made choices you never imagined you'd make before all of this started.

"We're not here by accident," you replied, trying to find the right words. "And we can't change everything right away. But... we can decide not to let this fear consume us."

He looked at you for a moment, almost as if he were trying to decipher you and your intentions. Finally, a small, sad smile appeared on his face. "Maybe you're right. But that doesn't mean it's easy."

You lay down on the bed next to him, silent for a while. The sound of the wind crashing against the walls of the dormitory and the slow beat of your heart seemed to be the only sound that connected you both in that moment.

"I won't leave you alone," you said at last, not trying to minimize what you were both experiencing. "Even if we can't change what's happened, we can decide what to do now."

He closed his eyes for a moment, as if the weight of the night was starting to press down on him too. Then, without saying anything, he let the silence speak for both of you. In that moment, you both knew that the game, with all its ruthless rules, could never break the bond you had created.

You sigh softly and lean into him. “It's going to be okay,” you whisper. Sang-woo's body tenses for a moment, and he seems taken aback by the sudden closeness. But he doesn't move away, and when you lean into him, he can even feel your breath on his skin.

For a few seconds, there's just the sound of your breathing in the dark room. Then, he finally relaxes, and a weary smile appears on his face. "You're too optimistic," he says, but without rancor. There's a slight melancholy in his voice, but it's mixed with something else that you can't describe. "You should be more cynical."

You sigh and caress his cheek softly. “Trust me,” you whisper. Your hand on his cheek sends a shiver down his spine, and he swallows thickly, trying to control his reaction to your unexpected gesture. For a moment, he just looks at you, his dark eyes trying to find something in yours.

Slowly, Sang-Woo gently takes your hand into his. “In a place like this, trust is a hard thing to have,” he says, his voice low and almost tired. "Don't you think so?"

You smile softly and move closer to him without leaving any space between you. "Well you're stuck here, it's worth a try, don't you think?" You whisper softly, caressing his hand.

Your proximity is almost overwhelming, and Sang-woo's breath falters almost involuntarily. He can feel the warmth of your body close to his, your breath against his skin, and the soft touch of your fingers against his skin. There's a tension in the air, heavy and electric, and for a moment, it feels like time has slowed down, letting the two of you relish in this unexpected moment."You're too..." he whispers, not quite having the words. "Too kind. Too trusting. Too different from me."

He brings his free hand up to your face, resting it gently against your cheek. The tips of his fingers trace the curve of your cheekbone, his touch light and uncertain. "Why are you so determined to help me?" he asks, his dark eyes fixing on yours, searching for an answer. "Why don't you push me away like everyone else?"

You smile softly “because I see the real you, Sang-woo” you say softly. Sang-woo's breath hitches a little as he listens to your words. There's always been a part of him that he's tried to hide, a part of him that he's ashamed of. To hear you say that you see the real him is somewhat unnerving and terrifying, but it's also strangely liberating.

He brings his hand back down, his fingers gently tracing your jaw. "The real me is not a good person," he replies, almost as a confession. "You shouldn't look for good in me."

You shake your head and smile sweetly at him. “It's not true and you know it too, you just want to hide it so you don't get hurt” you say softly.

Sang-Woo looks at you for a moment and then connects his lips with yours in a kiss. The kiss is unexpected and fierce, and it seems to convey all the mixed emotions that have accumulated between you. It's a desperate and intense kiss, a mixture of anger, fear, and desire. Sang-woo pulls you closer to him, his hand tangling in your hair as he deepens the kiss, almost as if he can't let you go. His body is taut against yours, the heat and weight of him a constant presence against you.

Place your arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. Your arms around his neck only spur him on, and his tongue slides into your mouth, tasting and exploring you with an almost desperate fervor. His hands run over your body, feeling every inch of you, as if he wants to commit every curve to memory. As the kiss continues, the tension between you skyrockets, and the kiss becomes more and more demanding, almost possessive. It's a kiss that says more than words can possibly express, revealing a vulnerability that Sang-woo has tried so hard to hide.

The change in situation is quick and sudden, but it is not unwelcome. Sang-woo quickly takes off your sweatpants and underwear and quickly undresses. His movements seem almost frantic, desperate, as if he is trying to devour you completely. Suddenly you are lifted by Sang-woo, feeling the heat of his body between your legs. He pushes into you, his mouth still on yours, muffling the moans that escape both of your lips. He seems almost overwhelmed by the feeling of his cock being squeezed by your pussy.

As his body moves against yours, it's hard to tell where he ends and you begin. It's a physical and emotional release, a way to channel all the fear and tension that has been building between you for so long.Sang-woo's breathing is ragged, his movements erratic, as he loses himself in the moment, and even in the darkness, you can see the storm of emotions in his eyes. His hands tighten around your hips, keeping you anchored against him, as he kisses you more desperately, as if you are his only.

You moan into the kiss as you cling to him and Sang-woo pushes himself hard into you. Sang-woo is completely lost in the moment, his mind and body consumed by the pleasure of being with you. His fingers dig into your flesh, leaving marks on your skin, and the sounds of his moans fill the small space of the dormitory. He's no longer thinking about the surroundings, about the danger they are in. In that moment, all he wants is you, and judging by the desperate way he is holding and kissing you, that thought is almost scary to you.

Your bodies move together, creating a rhythm more hard, and Sang-woo's pace is relentless. It's as if he is trying to erase all the fear and despair of the games, if only for a few minutes, and lose himself in you. His lips leave yours and go down your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses and marks.

You moan, closing your eyes in pleasure. “Sang-woo” you moan softly. Sang-woo seems to be spurred on by the sound of his name on your lips, and he bites down on your neck, almost as if he were trying to mark you, to claim you as his own.

His pace doesn't slow down, and he pushes himself deep into you, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. He seems consumed by you, like a man dying of thirst and finally finding an oasis. He kisses you again, his tongue seeking yours in an almost desperate way, as if in that moment, you are his only lifeline. "I need you," he whispers against your mouth, his voice ragged and rough with desire.

“So good” you moan softly opening your eyes and looking at him with desire. “Sang-woo” you moan again. The sound of his name on your lips is like music to Sang-woo's ears. He gazes down at you, his breath catching as he sees the desire in your eyes. The sight seems to both arouse him and break something inside him, and he responds with a growl that is almost animalistic.

He pushes into you again, hard, and his eyes seem to burn into yours. "Say my name again," he demands in a rough, hoarse voice, almost as if he wants to confirm that this is real and not just a dream.

You moan at his violent thrusts and look up at him. “Sang-woo” you moan again. The sound of his name on your lips ignites a fire in Sang-woo that he can't control. It's something primal and powerful, and it seems to break down all the walls he has put up to protect himself.

He doesn't let up, his movements becoming more and more intense with each thrust, as if he's determined to claim you completely. His eyes don't leave yours, and he seems on the verge of losing control, carried away by a tsunami of desire.

You cry out in pleasure and cling to him. Your pussy squeezed his cock tighter and tighter making him grunt. “look how your tight pussy is squeezing my cock” he growls fucking you faster making you scream and you bit his neck to not make too much noise since they were sleeping.

Your body's reaction to his words and actions seems to drive Sang-woo crazy.He seems almost possessed by the moment, as if all the fear and tension he had felt before have suddenly vanished. His body is like a coiled spring, ready to snap at any moment. With each thrust, he loses a little more control, and the sound of his ragged breathing filling the tense silence of the dormitory. The words that escape his lips are almost filthy, but there is a vulnerability in them, a raw need that is impossible to fake. It's as if he can't hold back anymore, as if he is finally showing you the real him, the part of him that he is afraid to show to anyone else.

You cup his face and kiss him softly as you held each other tighter making both of you moan. “I'm coming,” you whisper near his lips. Your words seem to send a jolt through Sang-woo, and he growls low in his throat, his body tensing in response. His eyes find yours, and there is an almost wild look in them, like someone teetering on the edge.

"Come for me," he responds, his voice a low, rough whisper, almost like a ragged prayer. "Show me how much you want it." You moan feeling his thrusts get even stronger and you come while biting his neck to keep from screaming.

The feel of your teeth on his neck, the sound of your moan in his ear, it's all too much for Sang-woo. He can't hold back anymore, and his own climax follows closely behind yours. He hides his face in your neck, his arms holding you tight, as if he was trying to anchor himself to something real and tangible. He is trembling, his body still riding the aftershock of pleasure, and his breaths are ragged and unsteady. You could feel how he had filled you with his cum and it felt great.

Sang-woo clings to you, letting your gentle touch bring him back to reality. He seems almost vulnerable in that moment, his usual cold demeanor crumbling to reveal a man who's been through a lot more than he lets on. Your kisses are soothing, like a balm to his frayed nerves, and he nuzzles against your neck, his breaths gradually slowing down and returning to normal.

He's silent for a few moments, just inhaling your scent and soaking in the moment, as if he's trying to memorize every detail. Then, finally, he speaks, his voice low and a little hoarse."Can you stay here tonight?" he whispers, his arms still holding you close, as if he's afraid you'll leave if he lets go.

You smile and continue to rub his back. You give him a small kiss on the forehead and nod. Sang-woo seems to relax a little at your response, and he shifts a little so that he's lying down on his side, pulling you with him so that you're facing each other.He looks at you silently for a few moments, his expression unreadable, and then, almost hesitantly, his hand comes up to touch your face again, his fingers tracing a gentle path from your temple down to your jawline.

There's an almost contemplative look in his eyes, as if he's trying to commit your face to memory. His touch is gentle, almost reverent, and he seems to be lost in thought.Finally, he breaks the silence. "Are you real?" he asks, his voice soft and a little uncertain. "Or am I just dreaming right now?"

You smile softly and kiss him. "what do you think?" You whisper against his lips answering his question. Sang-woo's lips curve under yours, and he kisses you gently in return, as if he's trying to reassure himself that you're really there.

After a few moments, he breaks the kiss and looks at you again, his eyes dark and intense. "I think you might be a figment of my imagination," he says, half-joking, half-serious. "No one as patient and kind as you could possibly be real."

You giggle softly and hold him close, kissing his face countless times. “you just had to meet the right person” you whisper lovingly. Sang-woo's expression softens at your words, and his arms tighten around you, pulling you closer to his chest. He seems to take comfort in your embrace, and your gentle kisses seem to soothe him.

"I don't deserve you," he whispers back, a hint of guilt in his voice. "In fact, I don't think I deserve to be happy at all."

You gently stroke his hair. “everyone deserves to be happy” you whisper softly as you continue to cuddle him. Sang-woo seems to be struggling with himself, like he's trying to hold back emotions that he's used to keeping bottled up. He buries his face in your hair, and his breathing is a little ragged.

"I've done terrible things," he confesses in a low voice, his body tense against yours. "Things that I can't take back, and that will follow me to the grave." You continue to hold him close and comfort him. “yeah, but you regret it and you want to change and it makes you a better person” you say lovingly.

Sang-woo seems to absorb your words like a sponge, and he clings to you like a drowning man grasping for a lifeline. He seems so vulnerable in that moment, so different from his usual stern and cold demeanor."I don't know whether I can change," he whispers, his voice filled with self-doubt. "Sometimes I think I'm too far gone, that I've gone past the point of no return."

“I'll help you, you're not alone in this” you say softly, stroking his hair. Sang-woo's body seems to sag against yours, like a puppet whose strings have been cut. He seems to be grappling with a host of emotions, a tangle of guilt, shame, and uncertainty.

But amidst those feelings, there's a hint of hope, like a ray of sunshine breaking through a storm cloud.

[freshxsturniolo]

let me worship you - chris sturniolo x fem!reader

warnings : smuttttttt, pet names, established relationship.

chris sighed softly as he slowly woke up, arms reaching out to grab you, confusion instantly over his brow when he couldn't feel your soft skin. but the smell of coffee that hit his nostrils made him smile, turning onto his back and rubbing his eyes.

there was only one time the house smelt of coffee, and it was whenever you were in the kitchen. the coffee machine nick bought himself for a joke in one of their christmas videos at the end of last year. no one in the house but you knew how to use it. no one in the house but you and nick liked a cup in a morning.

reaching for his phone, he frowned however when he saw the time read 6.30am. you were always awake before him, and he always joked you were an early riser, but he had never known you to wake up SO early. he rolled back over, looking at the bedside table that was now covered in all your things, but noticed your phone and your book had gone.

he sat up immediately, getting himself out of bed and padding over to where his pants lay from last night, a smile etching his lips when he noticed his hoodie however was gone. he knew he was going to walk up those stairs into the kitchen and see you wearing it, likely cuddled on the couch with your book, blanket wrapped around your legs. but he wanted to make sure you were okay.

he found a clean hoodie, and opened his bedroom door to pad his way up the stairs. he made it half way before he heard your soft voice, quietly singing the lyrics to one of your favourite songs, the smell of coffee intensifying. when he reached the top, his eyes scanned the living area. your book was on the coffee table, a blanket already laid out ready for you, the blinds opened ever so slightly so you could see the morning sunrise. and then when he turned to you, he couldn't help but stare. you were still softly singing the lyrics to your favourite song, but you were cleaning around the coffee machine whilst your coffee sat on the kitchen table waiting, his hoodie on your body. your legs visible, a small peak of your pyjama shorts peaking underneath.

chris leant against the top of the stairs railing, watching you. but when you turned around, your head whipped to his instantly.

"jesus, chris" you say, hand on heart, "how long have you been stood there?"

he chuckled, watching you walk over to your cup of coffee. "not long. i came to check you were okay"

you smiled, taking a sip from your coffee. "im okay, baby. why wouldnt i be?"

you walked over to him now, still stood in the same position, and pressed a small kiss to his lips.

"i noticed your phone and book gone and just, i dont know, you dont usually read up here by yourself unless we're out."

you're about to walk away but he grabs your waist, his hands sliding up his hoodie on your body and his thumbs tracing lines onto your stomach. you stop and turn to look at him, a soft smile on your lips. he can't help but stare at them for a second longer than he maybe should have done, and before he knows it you've leant forward, body pressed against his as your lips brush his once more.

"i've been tossing and turning for the last few hours, is all. i didn't want to wake you up, you kept shuffling around and mumbling" you say.

"you could have woke me up, baby." he says.

your body pressed against his is slowly sending him insane. he wanted to check you were okay but the sight of you in his hoodie, your legs bare, your hair a little messy and unbrushed, the two kisses you've blessed him with, suddenly his body is tensing.

and you notice, his grip on you tightening, you can tell he doesn't even notice that he's pulling your hips so tight to his own. you smirk, settling your coffee on ledge behind him and wrap your arms around his neck.

"you've just got back from italy, babe. you've been so tired. sleep."

but his lips are on yours, his hands have moved from your hips to your face and he's holding you so tight. his tongue runs across your bottom lip, asking for permission, and you smile as you give him access.

you haven't been intimate since he got home from europe 2 days ago. he's slept so much and when he hasn't been sleeping he's been filming content or having meetings. its been cuddles in bed and stolen kisses for the last two days, but you were fine with it. you didn't need sex to know chris was your everything.

but god, the minute his tongue danced around yours, your arousal matched his. you needed friction between you even though you were pressed tightly against him, his cock hard against your stomach, but you pull away just shortly. he grumbles, leaning forward to catch your lips again but you place your finger against his lips.

"your brothers, babe."

he whips his head to the left, your finger in the air left stranded, and he aims for your neck. placing his lips on your soft spot that makes you melt every time. he places a soft kisses before mumbling.

"have to be quiet then, wont you?"

"chris" you giggle. "lets go downstairs."

his hands on your waist again now, but he's pulling at the waistband of your shorts so you’re forced to move closer to him again.

“get comfortable on that couch, baby girl. i missed you so much”

heat rushes to your core at his words, and you obey him. the coffee is long forgotten as you practically run across to the couch. you didn’t realise how much you HAD missed him until this very moment.

sitting yourself down on the couch, chris watches you intently before he places his hands on your thighs, squeezing tightly as he gets down on his knees in front of you. his eyes on you the whole time, you let out a shaky breath.

“on YOUR knees, huh?” you joke, but his hands find their way to the waistband of your thighs again tugs. your body reacts instantly, lifting up onto your hands so he can bring the shorts down your body, throwing them discarded onto the floor behind you as you settle back down.

your hands are already in his hair, you know exactly where this is going to go.

"you know i hate having to leave you. one day, i'll be able to take you everywhere and show you off like you deserve to be shown. for now, let me worship you."

worship you. oh fuck. you were not going to last longer than a few minutes.

his lips are kissing up your inner thighs, he hands firmly on the backs of them as he squeezes with each kisses. your breathing is heavy, your hands are roaming his curls. by the time he's kissed lightly at your soft cunt, you're practically hyperventilating.

"stay quiet for me, baby girl. we dont want my brothers to hear whats happening in here, do we?"

he doesn't give you time to answer before his tongue is in your fold, his nose pressed deeply against your skin. you can't help it. he did it on purpose. you screech, pushing back from the immediate sensitive pleasure as his names pass your lips.

he chuckles into your folds, vibrations sending you crazy, but his hands on the back on your tight pull you closer to him.

you have no choice but to clamp your hand over your mouth. he's working his damn magic. the feels better than it ever has before. maybe because you haven't felt him like this in almost a week, maybe because you're tired and sensitive, maybe because you're aware his brothers could hear you any second now with the paper thin walls. but you don't care.

chris is not being quiet. he's purposely moaning into you, purposely looking at your eyes and letting out little chuckles as he catches your eyes. because he loves it. he loves seeing you squirm. loves seeing the way HE makes you feel. he doesn't need anything from you when you look like this. nothing at all.

but he can see the frustration on your face when he slowly runs circles around your clit, his eyes trained to you perfectly, and suddenly air hits his lips as you pull yourself away from him.

"you're purposely being a fucking tease, aren't you?" you whimper, your breath raged. but you're leaning forward, you're grabbing him by the neckline of his hoodie and pulling him closer to you. you need him in more ways than a tease or you're going to combust. chris chuckles as he can't help but catch his lips with yours, allowing you to pull him onto you as he arms reach out to the back of the couch to steady himself, your head leaning back with him.

"want me to fuck you on this couch, huh? where we sit and watch movies and play games? where my brothers are going to sit in the next hour when they wake up?" he says in-between kisses, his hands running lines up your thighs.

"i don't care what you do, chris. just fucking do something."

you reach for the waistband of his sweatpants but he stops you, and you let out a grumble.

"missed me, huh?" he laughs, but his hands travels up your inner thigh, thumb hitting your already sensitive clit. "what did you do when i wasnt here, hmm?"

"chris" you whimper, his thumb working wonders as he rubs circles all over you, your back arching for more friction. he smirks, thumb losing contacting before taking his index finger and running it down your folds, stopping at your dripping wet entrance.

"god i missed you making you a whimpering mess" he breaths into your ear, before his finger finally enters you. you can't help it, you clamp your mouth around the fabric of his hoodie on his shoulder, not wanting to a make a sound. he was done with teasing, he was finger fucking you so hard you had to close your eyes because you couldn't see straight. when he enters a second finger, you have to let out of breath of air as you lay your head back onto the couch, eyes meeting his.

but the both of you stop immediately when a creak of the floorboard coming from upstairs startles you. chris doesn't even think before his free hand flies over your mouth, his fingers laying limp inside you. his eyes divert to the stairs, and then your eyes widen when you hear nick let out a cough.

but chris smirks, his eyes coming back to you.

"gonna cum for me, pretty girl?" he whispers, his fingers moving once again. slow at first, waiting for you to answer, but he never once moves his hands from your mouth. so you nod. you nod and try let out a small yes, but his hand pushes onto your lip further.

you're going to cum in 5 seconds flat and he knows it.

"keep looking at me, baby." he says as his fingers work in a way that can only be described as magic, his eyes full of lust as he looks down at you. the breath from your mouth and your nose trying to keep up with his pace was sending him crazy. he saw it in your eyes the exact moment you were about to come undone, and he let go out of your mouth right at the last second.

your eyes widen, and your instinct is to pull him to you. your lips crash, his smirk and chuckle hiding the muffled moan you let out as you finally hit your climax. his fingers slow, your lips part, and you lean backwards, head to the ceiling.

"chris, that was-"

your eyes widen and chris' removes his fingers from you instantly when the bedroom door behind you opens. a singing, chirpy matt making his way to his bathroom. you scramble to your feet as chris removes himself from above you, and your eyes search for your shorts. chris is chucking behind you as you final spot them, rushing over and grabbing them. you can't help the smirk the emerges to your lips as chris lets out a low whistle as you bend over. you're dripping wet and you can feel the sting on the backs of your thighs where he's left marks from squeezing you so hard. but your pulled back to reality when you hear your name called.

"y/n?"

you spin around so fast, jumping onto the couch and grabbing for the blanket to cover yourself. chris erupts, laughter washing over him as he comes and sits by your side.

"oh, chris?" matt voice calls now, and you look up at the same time matts head peaks around the corner. "oh, both of you"

"hi" you say, your voice a whimper. you don't even want to know what you look like right now. your legs are still tender and you know full well your cheeks are still flushed.

"you two are up early? i smelt the coffee and assumed you'd be reading your book" matt says to you. you smile, but chris gets in there first.

"she was. just keeping my girl company" chris shrugs. his hands move under the blanket, his hands making their way to your sensitive spot between your legs, again.

"you jet lagged too, bro?" matt says.

oh gods, he's walking towards you. you're sat utterly spent in nothing but your boyfriends hoodie with his hands edging towards you again after he just gave the greatest 10 minutes of your entire relationship on the fucking couch. and you can't even get out of it because your shorts are in your hand.

chris shrugs. "yeah, i think."

matt looks at you now. "fancy making me a coffee?"

you don't realise he's talking to you at first, but chris moving his hands away from you alerts you.

"coffee? you?" you laugh. matt shrugs.

"ive been awake for the last hour." your hearts in your fucking throat. "im gonna get a shower and get on with the day." he says. you can only nod and smile. he rubs his eyes before walking away, and when the bathroom door finally clicks shut you turn to chris immedately.

"oh my fucking god" you say, reaching out to slap his arm. but he laughs, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into his chest. "do you think he heard us?"

chris kissing your head, his grip on your wrist loosening as you sit yourself up and look at him. there's a soft glow to his face, and his eyes bags have reappeared.

"i love you" he whispers. you suddenly you don't care. hell, let the world hear you.

"i love you, dumbass."

[13hischiers]

❥ EYES LOCKED, HANDS LOCKED ! | nico hischier

nico x fem!reader

warnings: fluff | a short make out sesh | not any more i can think of!

word count: 918

summary: in which reader has a crush on nico, does he feel the same?

disclaimer: reader is jack & luke’s sister!

It was 9:30 PM, and with no plans for the evening, you found yourself lounging on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through the movies on Netflix. Jack and Luke were out with friends, leaving you alone at the apartment. The last thing you expected was for Nico Hischier to suddenly show at your door.

You were watching a movie when suddenly, the sound of the doorbell broke your concentration. Who could be at the door at this hour? you wondered to yourself, a little confused. When you opened it, you were met with the unexpected sight of Nico—the guy you’d had a crush on ever since Jack first introduced you to him.

"Hi, Y/N," Nico said, his voice a little hesitant. "I know it’s kinda late, but I was wondering if I could stay here for the night. Jack said it was okay." He flashed you a quick, almost shy smile. You nodded, stepping aside to let him in.

"Are you hungry or anything?" you asked, glancing toward the kitchen. "I could make you something to eat."

"No, it's fine," Nico replied quickly, a soft shake of his head. "I don't want to be a burden." He gave you a gentle smile before both of you fell into a brief silence. You returned his smile before heading back to the couch.

“You can sleep in my room since I'll be up watching Netflix all night," you offered, trying to make him feel at ease.

"Oh no, seriously, it’s fine. I can sleep on the couch," Nico replied quickly, his eyes meeting yours, lingering just a bit longer than usual.

"You could watch a movie with me, if you want," you suggested with a smile.

"Oh, sure! If that’s fine with you," Nico agreed, his voice soft. He moved to sit beside you on the couch, a little unsure but clearly relieved to stay close.

You put on a movie for the two of you to watch, then turned to Nico. "I'm gonna grab a snack, so I’ll be back in a second," you said with a casual smile. Nico gave a small nod in response, his gaze briefly following you as you walked toward the kitchen.

You were in the kitchen, dialing Jack’s number, but as expected, he didn’t answer. A sigh escaped your lips as you wondered how you’d make it through the night without you accidentally making it painfully awkward between you two. You were just about to call Luke when, out of nowhere, Nico appeared in front of you.

"Hey, didn’t mean to scare you," he said, his voice laced with curiosity. "What are you up to?"

"Oh, nothing... I was just calling my brothers," you replied, your voice betraying a hint of nervousness, maybe even shyness. You couldn't quite hide the way your heart seemed to race a little.

“Well, I just wanted to ask you something,” Nico said, his voice hesitant.

“Yeah?” you responded, curiosity bubbling up as you wondered what he was about to ask.

“Do—do you like me?” His words hung in the air, catching you completely off guard. You were at a loss for words, your mind scrambling to process what he’d just said.

"Sorry, I didn’t mean to make things awkward between us. Just forget I asked," Nico quickly added, turning to walk back to the couch. But before he could take another step, you stopped him.

"I never said I don’t like you," you said softly, your voice gentle, almost comforting, as if trying to ease the tension that had suddenly settled between you two.

Next thing you know his lips were on yours. The kiss lingered for a while before he pulled away. “Is that fine with you?” you had nodded in response before dragging him to the couch so you guys could continue. You sat in his lap and started kissing him again, but this time you don’t even know if you guys are gonna stop. His lips were soft, almost like a cloud. His hands were on your hips as he was kissing you passionately.

Eventually, you had to pull away, breathless, the need for air taking over. "That was..." you tried to find the right word, your mind still surprised at what happened. "Amazing." Nico let out a soft, almost playful giggle, his eyes twinkling as he smiled. “We should really get some sleep. It’s already 10 PM,” he said, his voice more considerate now, as if aware of the time and the change in atmosphere.

You nodded, still catching your breath, and made your way toward your room, glancing back over your shoulder to invite him in. Nico hesitated, his voice laced with uncertainty as he asked, “Are you sure you want to sleep in the same bed?” The question lingered in the air, but you didn’t hesitate. You nodded quickly, the comfort of his presence soothing any doubt, and jumped into the bed with a smile. Nico followed suit, slipping under the covers with you.

As you settled in, Nico’s arms wrapped around you instinctively, pulling you closer, almost as if he wanted to shield you from the world. His embrace felt warm and safe, the perfect contrast to the coolness of the room. "Goodnight," you whispered, your voice soft, tired, and full of contentment. "Goodnight," Nico replied just as quietly, his voice reassuring, before the two of you drifted into a peaceful sleep, the world outside fading away.

You didn’t even stop to think, what if Jack or Luke saw you guys?

© aevrsies

[runningupthatvecna]

the law of seat partners | the sequel

eddie munson x fem!reader

masterlist

summary: your grand return to Hawkins after your little field trip isn't exactly what you pictured it as, since your new boyfriend wants you all to himself. like, immediately. 9k.

cw: new relationship, this eddie still has abandonment issues and lets you see them, a tinge of angst that quickly gets resolved, 18+ smut mdni, car sex, softdom!eddie because he's my weakness, eddie is very ... talkative (meaning if you don't like dirty talk, this really isn't for you) and also a little pervy but we don't mind, unprotected vp, cumming inside, soft aftercare, lots of fluff, reader has a vulnerability kink bc i said so. this is straight up filth because eddie is down baaaaad and these two just went from cinnamon in part 4 to feral and unhinged real quick, whoops. both reader and eddie are at least 20, reader's appearance is mostly unspecified except being afab, no use of y/n.

a/n: i couldn't let these two off the hook just like that so this is a sequel to my most prized law of seat partners, but can also be read as a stand-alone. would recommend reading the whole thing though for more context since the build-up to this will probably be worth it .. yeehaw. also this took me for-fucking-ever because life was lifeing so hard and bc english isn't my first language i got upset 583 times at myself for not knowing more diverse vocab. anywho, i so appreciate everyone reading, reblogging, leaving comments and all that sweet stuff, your words mean the world to me ok love you all byeeee <3 if you see any typos, no you didn't.

lovely divider by strangergraphics-archive

The parking lot was filled with cars, cars, parents sitting in said cars, more parents and more cars.

Heavy rain with clouds hanging as low as everyone's mood welcomed you back, and you hadn't missed it in the slightest.

Fumbling for your car keys in your bag to make your transition from bus to another roof over your head as smooth and dry as possible, you sighed as you looked out the window for a few seconds as the bus came to its final halt.

For the last hour or so, Eddie's (still very warm) hand had been resting on your bare thigh, slightly calloused fingertips rubbing up and down softly every now and then, a silent reminder of what was running through his mind like an unstoppable train.

It had been building ever since he had woken up next to your sleep-doused body in the early morning, display of softness dancing over the slivers of skin he'd gotten a first taste of – which, if he was honest, only amplified this seemingly insatiable urge to be close to you in him tenfold – unallowed to take things back to where you'd left them the night before.

Mainly due to a lack of time, but also: privacy.

And your (re-clothed) exit after dawn had left him high (on oxytocin) and literally dry, destined to spend the last few hours at the camp inhaling breakfast and chaotically throwing his belongings into his bag again, all with only one thing on his mind, and it was far from new.

You.

You, you and your light.

A few kids had left the bus already to go hide under their parents' umbrellas or disappear behind the rear doors of their respective cars, and after waving hasty goodbyes to everyone in the aisle of the bus, Dustin had eagerly climbed the passenger seat of his mom's old mercedes in anticipation, since the two of them had further plans to visit family over the weekend.

Joyce had come to pick up Will and Jonathan, and well, Nancy since she'd let everyone know that she'd be spending the following days at the Byers house, while Robin and Max and Lucas would be driven to their respective residences by mother Steve in his beamer.

Your initial plan had entailed to drive that car of yours home and bury yourself in bed, the time away from each other with the intention to recharge the social batteries being the general consensus of your friend group.

You'd all meet again the following week anyway.

Something you hadn't calculated into that plan though was returning from a trip of this kind with something as foreign to you as a relationship, so naturally, you'd looked at Eddie a bit puzzled when you felt his fingers find yours and sneakily intertwine, palm to slightly smaller palm, as you both stood in the aisle while the bus got emptier, waiting for Harrington and Buckley to yeet their asses out of the back door one final time.

"What?", he inquired about the very prominent question mark on your face at the feeling of him not wanting to let go, "I got word just this morning that the sacred and powerful seat law council has gathered to discuss potential extensions to um, vans, .. in-in case no one told you, yet."

Eddie sheepishly grinned as he remembered your words from last night with a vividness only a dungeon master could have, the mere thought of you in that utterly blissful state he'd been dreaming for so long to fuck you into sent a tinge of want straight to his dick, giving your hand a light squeeze before pushing his black leather jacket into your chest with a ringed hand.

The gesture itself an outpour of affection, a simple reminder that he was looking out for you.

Even if it came down to something as simple as you not getting rain-soaked, and as a result, end up sick in bed.

While observing the pores, lines and muscles in your face closely and interpreting the confusion displayed there – added your obvious speechlessness – as uncertainty, Eddie started wondering if this was the moment in which you were finally realizing the gravity of your decision.

The impact that last night at the camp really, truly had.

"Unless you just want to go home of course and be all by your pretty self .. in peace", he spoke again, big brown doe eyes starting to resemble the shape of full moons as they soulfully pierced through you, "I need you to know though that this circumstance would very much feel like a dagger through the heart and I would most likely perish from the absence–", a nervous chuckle escaped him as he cut himself off, "no seriously, just say a word and I'll let y–"

"Eddie", you interrupted him with a soft reciprocation of his gaze, which he had already expertly averted towards the top of the seat that you were leaning yourself against.

A desperate attempt to avoid you hearing the loud, uneasy thunder processing through his mind.

A sign he was getting in his own head about your hesitation, which wasn't even hesitation in the first place, but to the very convincing irrational anxiety-driven part of his brain, nervous system on full alert preparing for the familiar inevitable, it certainly looked like you were just reevaluating the situation he had soooo selfishly maneuvered you into.

The situation of being seen more frequently now with Hawkins' one and only local head of the freaks. Obnoxious nerd. Too dramatic for his own good, should be avoided at all costs.

Eddie felt a sting in his heart region.

"I'd totally let you go home, I could drive you even, but then you'd have to get your car at some point, or no, wait! I– I could get it for you later mayb–"

"Eddie!"

It was hard for him to look you in the eyes.

Instead, he squeezed his own shut as he cupped the back of your hand that was still entwined with his other and brought all three of them up to press the back of yours against his chest.

His free one softly grabbed and wrapped around your forearm, visibly trying to hold on to you.

In hopes that it would lead to you holding on to him in turn, and prevent the all too painfully familiar default he had learned to accept at a time he was too uncomfortable about to recall for too long.

There was so much body heat seeping through that shirt.

"It's– I mean, it's no big deal if you don't want to be around me any longer than you had to, I would totally get that and I wouldn't even bother you anym–"

"Eddie!"

Boisterous demeanor long gone with you, the doubt in himself creeping back up into his consciousness tugged at your heartstrings.

Your hand squeezed his, softly. One of his eyes carefully opened slightly, corners of his lips pulled back, face squished upwards as if he was awaiting the verdict. You could tell that the boy was even holding his breath.

"Yeah?"

"I couldn't stand to see you perish. What I really, really do want though is spending the weekend with you", you smiled at him with your warm eyes as you slightly leaned further into his space.

Feeling your body closer (you also booped his cute nose), his eyelids fluttered open, face relaxing instantly, his lungs releasing the stored air in a huff.

"Where's this coming from?"

"It's just–", he sighed breathing out through his nose, eyes darting to the ceiling as if he was going to find the courage to open up about his traumatic childhood troubles there, before those full moons returned to you, "you looked a little confused and I .. I miiight have read that as disinterest when I proposed for you to uh, take a seat."

Those warm brown orbs, to die for.

They made you melt once again, swimming in that deep ocean of him for a second before you scrambled for an explanation with a valley between your eyebrows, "oh Eds, that's not at all– that's not what I wanted you to think. I was just in my own head because this?", you paused to gesture the index of your free hand between yourself and him, "is not what I thought was gonna happen. Like, at all", you shook your head, "it’s so new to me and no one's ever been so eager to spend time with me like that, it's just.. it's confusing me out of previous experience, or better said lack thereof, so I just didn't expect this, and I'm sorry it came across as me feeling indifferent or even uninterested, because–because I'm not."

Ding dong, you've reached Eddie's cortex.

"No no, I'm sorry", he paused to take a breath as his head was slightly turned to the side, eyes not quite daring to reciprocate your gaze yet when instead they observed the scenery outside the bus, "I can get a little needy when someone doesn't shove me away from them and my head can be a bit mean to me sometimes."

Gut wrencher.

The internal tug at his confession was overwhelming, urge to kiss all those bad thoughts out of him and away for good creating another wave of awareness for your feelings, hence why you took a deep breath before speaking, "don't ever think you need to apologize for having needs, sweet bean", your thumb with the ring on it swiped over his own before you took a step closer, wrapping your free arm around his back in an attempt to convey your intentions more clearly, "when I said I'm all yours, I meant it."

You'd stay with him. Of course you would. Your Eddie.

His hands squeezed yours again.

"And I'm all yours, always been."

Smiling, you pressed yourself against his body lightly, the urge to be as close to him as physically possible coursing through your entire system, all the way into every single nerve ending your skin encased.

It made the bridge of your nose kiss his jaw and the tip rub up towards his cheek to where you then dipped it.

Taking him in.

Eddie's arms showed their temporary decor, as he allowed his guard to drop and felt the goosebumps spread.

There were so many more things he wanted to let you know. So many things he wanted to tell you, explain to you. He didn't determine the bus aisle to be the perfect location for that conversation, though.

This sweet moment of him allowing your light to shine through the cracks of his armour, filling the few existent gaps between the both of you, adding onto the events of the past few days, made it real difficult for you to go home and leave him to his own devices anyway.

Probably even more so now, back in Hawkins and at home, with no teacherly scrutiny looming around the corner.

"Let's obey the law then, hm?", you let your nose bump against his softly, a surge of hot and heavy feelings for him spreading through your entire system once again as you noticed him observing you intently, before your head nodded towards the exit.

You decided right there and then that you would always make him and his wellbeing your first priority.

Eddie decided right there and then that he couldn't be more madly in love with you.

You made each other feel so seen.

Without letting go of your hand he lead you to his van as you shielded your head with the leather, clutching your bag to your chest while the boy just let his casually dangle down from his shoulder.

It looked like you were pretty much alone in the parking lot now, and since Eddie had noticed this fact as well, he wasted no second longer to have his warm lips back on the skin of your neck and his hands on your cheek and hip with a low, almost relieved sigh from the depths of his chest as he squished you between the wet metal of his van and his hot and very bothered body.

Yours was getting more hot and more bothered by the millisecond.

The memory of the way it had been held by him last night had already recoded every nerve ending.

His soft touch, the care he'd bathed you in.

Skin abundantly ablaze from the thought alone.

Gently attacking your lips next, his arm dropped his bag onto the asphalt carelessly, dark curls already soaking wet due to the rain, hands instantly back on your bare waist underneath your shirt, ringed fingers digging into the plush warm skin as small droplets ran down the bridge of his nose, landing right where the tip of it was nudging your cheek softly.

The need to feel each other again so very prominent in every cell of your being.

And Eddie's, apparently.

Without any care in the world about anything else.

The nudge soon turned into an up and down rub from your jaw to just below your lower eyelid, another pleased and relieved hum escaping his lungs through smiling lips, before they returned to your own, warm and wet and all yours, a little out of breath he broke the kiss then to pull away just enough to be able to speak, "do you want to– fuck, is this okay?"

"Very okay, yeah", you replied instantly, minding that now existent gap between your faces way too much.

Eddie's touch starvation fervently groaned into your mouth as if to say thank you. For letting him be close to you. Do this to you.

Letting him surround your senses, make you feel good, be your anchor when you needed to feel safe.

Yearning incarnate.

A soft squeeze to your hip followed when you lifted his jacket, extending it over his head.

Slotting your lower lip between his again with a whimper, granting his tongue access after your hands had found their way into the mop of his sopping curls, one of them parked in the back of his neck to caress his scalp softly, the other slowly coming around to cradle his wet cheek.

With this sense of urgency, lovingly demonstrated by the bulge in his pants which you could definitely feel, his hips pinned yours against the backdoor, behind his back another empty SUV, parked a meter or so away, shielding both of you from potentially any bypasser's periphery.

Breaking apart for another second, dark brown hues were scanning your face and finding infatuation there, before returning home, goosebumps spreading over your arms now as well, and you could feel your chest tighten at the way he looked you in the eyes, dimples making an adorable appearance.

He was stunning.

So fucking pretty you thought your heart was going to burst if he'd stay close to you like this for just another second.

The hint of stubble that decorated his jaw and chin and the space between nose and lip was now even more visible than last night, because he just hadn't been able to find the nerve to shave this morning either (if he was honest, it was because he hadn't wanted to borrow Steve's razor again just because he'd simply forgotten his own shaving supplies on Wayne's side of the bathroom cabinet in the first place).

Wet rosy cheeks, which you thought looked very underkissed, a mix of rain and spit almost dripping from his lower lip, mouth hanging slightly open to get the oxygen refill you had kept him from inhaling.

A brush of your thumb over his cheekbone caused his eyes to slowly close, just for a bit more than a second.

Eddie wanted to savour each and every moment in your presence and copy and paste the feeling of you surrounding him, of you actually liking him into every cell of his existence.

That bit more of a second, it was time enough for him to let out a content hum and for your heart to basically combust in your ribcage.

His warmth and softness, the way he just was with you – it was simply said driving you nuts.

The grip on your waist loosened just for his eager hands to teasingly slowly continue the journey upwards, pushing your shirt along with them until his thumbs reached the underside of your tits, releasing another pleased hum through smiling lips, an acknowledgement of you having sat hours and hours next to him without any fucking bra on.

A detail his observant gaze hadn't missed in the morning when you'd floated down that bus aisle, straight towards him, the sight of softly pebbled nipples through the cotton being the reason for his jeans to already feel a little tighter.

Thrill of being touched again now, receiving Eddie's attention, vibrated through your entire system, heat of the moment making your eyelids flutter shut.

And of course Eddie noticed.

As if he wanted to learn and study every atom of your very existence, consume you, his eyes wandered over the peak of your cute nose, the soft lines around your closed eyes and your eyebrows, the soft rosy apples of your cheeks that were wettened from the rain, that cute cupid's bow sitting above your pillowy lips, a rain drop that had gathered on the edge of your chin.

The raindrop he was itching to kiss away.

He thought he was gonna lose his goddamn mind over you.

"Eddie, please", you breathed out in a whiny tone, desperate to have his lips back on yours and for his hands to continue their expedition.

Pulling back, he looked at your worked up expression wistfully once more.

It was so foreign to you, being perceived like that, by someone like him, it turned every single nerve in your body into live wires and messed with your sense of reality.

"Please what, hm? What do you want, baby?"

Already grinding himself against your hip in slow rolls, Eddie decided to reattach his mouth to yours after you gave him the answer he wanted to hear you say, sucking lightly on your lower lip, hands finally reaching further up to fully grab your tits and roll your hardened nipples against the sides of his index fingers with the pads of his thumbs, soft whimpers and moans and subtle twitches from you only spurring him on.

The rain was loudly thudding against the leather of Eddie's jacket, dripping down onto his shirt, your shirt, soaking the both of you further anyway as you left it hanging over your heads.

As though it didn't really serve Eddie's intended purpose, it did have the effect of keeping your faces really close together, noses digging into each others' cheeks as you explored each other with your tongues, your hands still cradling his face, before one of them slowly wandered down over his chest, his belly, continuing its journey until your fingertips reached that familiar handcuff buckle.

They even dared to dip a little lower, ghosting over the very noticeable bulge protesting against its confinement, making the boy in front of you hiss after you both broke apart.

It fed your ego, being the compelling reason, and it reignited that spark of curiosity in you about all the other reactions you'd possibly be able to elicit out of Eddie.

You made it your mission just like you had last night, attaching your lips to his neck, kissing, licking, sucking on the tendons and muscles and slightly salty skin between his jaw and junction of throat and shoulder, hidden underneath the dripping wet curtain of dark waves.

"Mhhm baby, you're driving me insane, .. ngh, fuck, need you .. s-so bad", Eddie moaned out in almost only a whisper, one hand leaving the warmth of your tits to reach behind you, pulling the back door open and throwing both your bags in, before leaving the roof you'd created and blinking at you through his dark, wet lashes, holding five fingers and a palm out to you.

Ever the gentleman, huh?

It was quite dark in there since the windows were tinted and you had to move around with a ducked head.

Random papers, a box of tissues, a few empty cans and items of random blankets, clothing and even a carpet were spluttered around on the floor, reflecting the chaotic aspect of Eddie's personality perfectly.

You didn't mind the mess at all.

There was a small box with guitar picks somewhere in the mix, a black bandana tied to the passenger seats' headrest. The chain of a pair of handcuffs dangling down from the metal bar holding the headrest.

The sight made you swallow on instinct.

A bunch of dried wildflowers stuck out from the slit between windshield and dashboard, a black and white sticker of The Hideout reminding everyone that sat in the front of the metalhead's preferred whereabouts on his Tuesday evenings.

An open can of coke – hopefully empty – sat in the drink holder patiently, alongside a wild and varied collection of tapes surrounded by random clutter in the middle console.

"Don't even say anything, it's cleaner than usual."

You chuckled at him before he shut the van's door behind his back, not even intending to comment anything, since your body and brain were practically buzzing with the thrill of getting to be with the boy in front of you again like you'd been dreaming of for so long.

"I couldn't care less right now, to be honest."

Eddie chuckled.

"Thank fuck."

Increasingly bothered by the lack of his lips on yours, you decided to fist your hand into the wetness of his shirt covering his chest, pulling him back towards you as you reconnected, and soon, his hands were everywhere.

Heated breathing into each others mouths, barely able to break apart for even just a second to rid each other of your shirts, just to pull each other back into an oddly bent embrace with kiss bitten lips as you reached for his belt buckle, while Eddie let the back of his index finger slide down your chest, featherlight touch against one of your freed nipples, peaks standing to his attention from the chilly air.

The soft moan slipping through your lips was swallowed by him, fuel to the fire burning for you somewhere in his abdominal region.

Facing your back, he let himself fall onto the backseat after unzipping his rain-splattered jeans and letting them pool around his ankles.

Those ten hours (turned into eleven, thanks to the traffic jam just outside Chicago) had already felt like a lifetime, and it had taken Eddie at least seven points of damage having to keep his hands to himself for most of the ride, so naturally he allowed himself some forthrightness now that he had the chance to get you alone.

Being manhandled into his lap hadn't been on your bingo card for the day, but you really couldn't say that you minded, either.

That familiar heat, the need for him had been pooling between your thighs and crawling up your spine, spreading through your entire system ever since he'd fallen asleep on your shoulder on the bus in the morning.

So yeah, there was no more time to be wasted.

Eddie had you leaning against his chest, lips already pressing kisses to the junction of neck and shoulder, while his ringed hands went home, roughly kneading your bare tits, an occasional slap against them making your eyes roll and your back arch.

You could feel his eyes burning holes through your skin as he ate up your reactions, pulling you against him so his lips could start nibbling on the skin below your ear as your eyes fluttered shut at his gentle roughness, your back now flush against his heaving chest.

He knew exactly what he was doing and it surely was having the desired effect.

A) getting you impossibly soaked for him

and

B) also finding out, learning more about what you liked to be done to you.

"Mhh baby, you're such a dream, letting me have you like this", a low voice hummed against your ear as his left ring clad hand stayed on your right tit, kneading softly while his other slowly trailed over your belly, straight towards the fire pit between your thighs, and suddenly the whole inside of the van felt like a sauna.

"Not even able to wait until I get you home, hm?", a gentle lick and bite to your neck as he let the flesh go with a small pop, "it does make me wonder", the whispery ton his voice had just dropped to driving your senses to capitulation as the tip of his nose nudged the hinge of your jaw, "if I go just a bit lower", a small peck landing right below your earlobe, while his warm breath trickling down your neck was doing the rest, "are you gonna be wet for me?"

A small chuckle escaped you, surprised at your own ability to even get anything out in your current state, "you'd like that, wouldn't you, Munson?", your gaze meeting his own as you craned your head, not even awaiting a response to your rethorical question but since it was Eddie's lap you were finding yourself seated on, he didn't waste the chance to say something in return, "damn right, I would in fact die for it, sweetness."

Dramatic ass.

Another small peck on your cheek a delightful juxtapose to the nature of the grip he had you in.

You also let out a soft whimper at his words, the pet name, the tantalizingly raspy sounding voice he uttered them in, and a thrilling shiver ran down your spine as he let his middle finger slowly feel over the wet patch that had formed on the fabric of your panties.

A smug hum from the depths of his lungs met your neck and acknowledged the sensation, "you wanna know about all the countless nights I thought about this, about you, sweet stuff– like this", Eddie paused, the same finger now finding its destiny behind the cotton, the fabric being pushed to the side as he let the digit softly gather the slick and rub back and forth over your already swollen clit skillfully, making you wince at the sudden direct contact and your pussy clench around emptiness.

Another soft moan from your lungs made him continue his tale of vulgarity, "with my hand wrapped around my rock hard dick, thinking about how fucking hot you'd sound, how perfect you'd feel, all the filth you'd let me to do to you."

As if on cue, that finger slowly dipped in, your breath getting stuck in your throat as he traced it back up in the same speed, slow circles over the swollen nub along with his whispery confession making it hard for your brain to process any thought at all.

"Oh my god, Eds", his touch was clouding your mind, and with the high he was causing you to experience, you couldn't help yourself but respond with bucking your hips against his hand, a soft and desperate plea for him to give you more, more of his body, more of his love and with that, keep you safe in his arms.

"Yeah baby? S'good?"

"Mhm", you nodded quickly, "feels s-so good, you're so hot, fuck!"

The dark haired boy behind you let out a warm and deep hum against your neck at your soft, vulnerable admission and the feeling of having your warm juices coat his knuckles, the feeling of him solely being the reason for that stickiness gathering between your legs.

Eddie was eating it up, having that effect on your body and you letting this happen.

The exposed state, the trust you graced him with.

You on the other hand felt the hardness digging into your lower back with every squirm over his lap and the way goosebumps arose on your skin at the thought of giving yourself to him again.

Letting him do these things to you.

Feeling like you could let yourself fall, trust him. After imagining it for so many nights, you had stopped counting months ago.

"Eddie, please", you breathed out into the warm, slightly stuffy air inside the van, one of your hands had found a life of its own by caressing Eddie's forearm draped across your torso.

Every sense in your body so alert that you could feel his arm hair tickling your fingertips.

"Yeah, needing me that bad, hm? Wanna ride me, sweet thing?"

"Mhm yes", you whined, hips intuitively grinding down, adding emphasis to your response.

"Fuck", he groaned into your ear without any hesitation as his hand left your slick folds, shimmied your panties down and off quickly and grabbed his cock, letting it glide through your heat in an agonizingly slow pace, making sure you'd definitely feel that silky head nudge your sensitive bundle of nerves.

The mere thought and anticipation of getting filled again made you even more dizzy with want, soft caress turning into a grip of the arm that was still slung around your waist as it held you in place while still giving your nipple some love.

Eddie couldn't believe his fucking luck either. He had you spread out and open for him on his lap, a sopping wet mess, light grinding of his hips causing the purply red tip of his cock to catch your clit deliciously over and over again.

And you were all his. By far the best thing to come out of this trip.

The bestest day of possible best days in the Munson books.

"No idea how I just survived sitting next to you for ten hours without getting to touch you like this, shit."

The metalhead buried his face in your neck, lips pressed tightly to your soft skin while he let the tip of his cock breach your entrance.

You welcomed him with tightness and a sinful moan, the incredible feeling of fullness you'd been missing since last night spreading through your abdomen like a warm wave.

"Want you to fuck me, baby, please."

Eddie chuckled, his need for you evident in the way he was gripping your flesh, passionately trying not to blow already as he felt your cunt adjust to the welcome intrusion.

"Jesus christ, gonna make me cum already if you're gonna say stuff like that, fuck."

Time stood still.

Just for a glimpse, a fragment of the situation, and it made you realise just how much you'd been missing having someone in your life this way.

It made you want nothing more than to make the boy underneath you feel good. Make him feel loved and appreciated and worthy.

Eddie let his hand rest on your mound as you started slowly grinding your hips down into his, answering the gentle bucking of his own, the lewd sound of your wetness filling the space around the two of you.

"Mhm, yeah baby fuck me back, god you're doing soooo good", he raised his head a little to nuzzle his nose into your cheek as his lips brushed against it with a smile, "taking me so well, perfect little cunt just made for me."

"Yeah?"

You craned your head towards his face as it was lolled back and resting on the top of the seat behind him, lips almost touching his, which were pulled into the widest smile.

"Yeah."

The Prince of Metal closed the gap.

A sickeningly sweet moment blossoming between the both of you as you slowly melted into each other.

The smile so contagious it made breaking apart again almost impossible.

And then, in true Eddie fashion, his tongue darted out to lick up a broad stripe from the dip of your shoulder up to your jaw, tasting the thinnest sheen of sweat and rain on your skin before coming down again to suck a deep purple bruise into the tender flesh of your throat.

It made your head fall back against the headrest again, having him express his desire in such an indecent way.

Letting him mark you, his need for you on display for all of fucking Hawkins to see.

And it made your cunt clench around the hardness that was still slowly pumping in and out of your drenched walls, eliciting a deep breathy moan from Eddie's lungs.

Eyes half lidded, he brought his hand up from between your thighs to have you suck the stickiness off his fingers and the sight and feel of your warm tongue connected to his skin like that made Eddie nearly bust, so naturally, he did the next logical thing.

Collaring your throat and giving it a brief squeeze before travelling down south, the twitch of your legs imminent when two of his fingertips reestablished contact with your throbbing clit, rubbing soft circles over it, setting every cell of your existence up to burst into flames at any second.

"Feels so good Eds, you f-feel so so good", you breathed out under more soft whimpers, head facing him again so he could get a good look at your needy expression.

It drove him mad. It was like a switch had been flipped.

"Yeah, s'that how my girl likes it?"

You were pretty sure your eyes just hit the back of your skull.

My girl? Did you even hear that right?

And he was far from stopping, those skilled fingers slightly increasing their speed instead as he released a guttural moan at the way you were clenching around him once more, "shiiiit baby, gonna let me fuck you all weekend, yeah? Gonna fuck you so good and so deep, gonna make you feel so good around my cock ... yeah, that's what you want, isn't it baby? God you're so f-fucking tight and so beautiful and so warm and wet and all for me", Eddie paused his breathy responses to your sweet whimpers, the hand that was still on your chest pinching your nipple hard at the sensation of your pussy throbbing around him eagerly, a lewd moan ripping though your vocal cords as he continued, "see what you do to me baby, feel how fucking hard you got me? This is all you, for you only, s-shit."

His hips thrusted upwards at his last sentence adding emphasis, and you let him take control, set a rather harsh pace while the attention he gave to your most sensitive spot remained the same, a beautiful contrast to the way he was pounding your sopping cunt in his lap, accompanied by the lewd deep grunts and groans coming from his lungs.

Entirely incapable of forming any coherent word at this point, you just let him make you feel good and use you for his pleasure.

Anything spilling over your lips in this moment would have probably been utter nonsense.

Every nerve felt like a live wire, his words adding onto a neediness you didn't know you had within yourself.

Instead, his comments on your little noises continued. You couldn't deny your surprise at his talkativeness, but you were also eating it up.

"Yeah baby? Like how good my cock feels? You like how fucking hard it is for you, yeah? God you look so fucking pretty soaking it for me, feels so f-fucking good", something close to a whisper gently invaded your ear and it sent one of your hands grabbing at the back of his neck and pull on his hair a little, holding him right there.

"Ye-yeah, love your pretty dick Eds, f-feels so good getting u-used like that", you babbled out, every cell of skin on fire as he helped you grind down into his lap.

Eddie was about to lose his mind.

He was also wondering how on mother earth it was possible for him to hold out this long. Fucking you like this and hearing the filth and praise spill from your lips without having blown his load through your abdomen yet.

Another pinch of your nipple had you whimper out his name followed by a string of unholy profanities, the carnal need to feel him this way being satisfied was sending your brain into another dimension.

"Wanna cum Eds, wanna cum for you, please", you moaned out into the air, the inside of the van still feeling more like a sauna to you. Due to your .. activities.

"Mh fuck– god that's so hot, such a good girl using your words like that, turn around baby, wanna see your pretty face when you cum."

With a slap to the side of your ass, cause for the fat of it to jiggle from the impact, Eddie's bucking hips came to a stall, the trance you'd found yourself getting fucked into slowly fizzling out.

You did as you were told once your brain registered his unholy instruction, trying to stand up on really fucking wobbly legs and turning around just to admire the view for a second.

Legs spread with you between them and his ass near the edge of the seat, dark curls still birthed small rivers onto his heaving chest, only for them to turn into subject to gravity as your infatuated gaze followed their trail.

The sheen of sweat on his skin accentuated the tattoos that you'd swore yourself to examine more closely in the near future.

Eddie's face popped a downright naughty smirk that had all the abilities to melt the north pole, and the only difference between the cherry tone of colour in his cheeks and his dick was that the latter was additionally glistening with your juices while it rested on the soft expanse of his belly right along that happy trail which also presented itself sticky with sin, and your eyes couldn't help but take in the beads of your arousal that had already dripped down onto his balls and decorated his trim of the dark thatch sitting around the base of his dick.

It was like he had emerged straight from your hottest wet dream, and your brain was currently making you very aware of the damp emptiness between your own thighs as your gaze took in the vision.

"Like what you see, huh?", said vision commented the desire written all over your facial features, and without breaking eye contact nor that lethal smirk he leaned forward, fingertips softly grazing the outsides of your plush thighs in an upward motion and towards the backs of them, further up to grab at your behind, while he let his searing gaze cascade down over your pebbled nipples, flushed chest and stomach, decorated with droplets of rain, until it arrived at your belly.

"C'mere sweet thing", he nuzzled his face into the softness of it by pulling you another step towards him with his ringed palms right below your ass, an attempt to convey his pure intentions with you, confirmed by a soft kiss right above your belly button.

Eddie leaned back while pulling you further, making you straddle him as he then helped you guide his soaked, rock hard length back to where you both needed it to be.

Moaning in unison you lowered yourself back down until he was fully seated inside of you again, the new angle causing your clit to rub along the top of his cock with such delicacy, you knew it wouldn't take long for you to see stars.

"God fucking damn it baby", it spilled from his lips as he felt the wet warmth envelop his dick again, "can't believe this is real, fucking love your pretty pussy."

It felt like you were floating whenever you were around him. Literally.

"'Fuck, f-feels so fucking good, Eds", you whined into his hair as you grappled with balance, instinct to slowly grind yourself over his lap, that hunger for him taking over, his strong arms coming to wrap around you protectively, pulling you further into his chest.

Holding you as close as possible.

Needing you as close as possible.

It made shivers run down your spine, overwhelming need to engrave this moment and all these feelings for him into every cell of your being.

You'd never felt this safe.

Eddie buried his face in your neck, nipping at your slightly salty skin followed by soothing licks over the blossoms of purple he'd left earlier.

He didn't mind the wet strands of your hair sticking to his cheeks.

And then, his hands ventured out to travel once more.

Grabbed your ass again, gave it a generous spank, making you hiss in return, before his fingertips slid up over your waist and back, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

He slid them all the way around your figure just so his thumbs could catch the underside of your tits, moaning your name over and over again as each grind of your hips over his own caused him to nearly see stars with how turned on he was.

"That's it baby yeees, use me juuust like that, fucking love seeing this side of you come out", he commented the pleasure slowly building behind your eyelids, the steady bounce of your slick pussy on his used swollen cock, and just when you steadied yourself with your hands on the seat behind him, he seized the opportunity to catch one of your nipples with his mouth, sucking on the bud eagerly as the symphony of your whimpers combined with his muffled moans returned to fill the inside of his van.

Wayne had given it to him as a present-slash-reward for not failing driving school, and for the past couple years he had undeniably rocked it into the condition it was today with selfless help from his bandmates, but never in a hundred centuries had he expected to ever use this space to fuck you senseless.

How he ended up here right now was beyond him, but he also wasn't really in the headspace to question it, not while your sweet wet cunt was happily wrapped around his dick, bouncing and bouncing relentlessly while his dark round hues were glued to your facial features, needing to soak up your reactions to his actions like a sponge.

It didn't take long for you to reach the peak from here, your hips finding a mind of their own as you chased that euphoric feeling, speeding up while he kept swirling his warm, wet tongue around your sensitive bud and his moans transpired into your skin, "gonna cum Eds, oh my fucking god", you mewled, the head which you had thrown back a while ago coming back up to look the metalhead in the eyes through heavy lids as you pulled him off your tits.

Hitting the headrest, he was hotly out of breath, patterns drawn on his neck with wet strands of dark hair, and you couldn't tell anymore if it was the rain or sweat that caused his beautiful skin to glisten.

He was biting down on his lower lip, that dark pair of eyes fixated on your own, fully in the moment with you as one of his hands moved back down and between your bodies, sinfully rubbing over your soaking wet clit again to help you along.

"Yeah pretty baby, that sweet warm cunt getting me so close, oh shit– c'mon, lose it for me", Eddie's voice echoed through your lustclouded mind like a prayer as he instinctively bucked his hips up into you, following your rhythm and pace.

And with this intense combination of stimulations you were receiving from him, that spot inside you being nudged over and over and over again and his eyes on your own, you sensed that it wouldn't take much more for you to finally feel those hot white flashes quake through your system.

"Inside, w-want you i-inside", you muttered out into the air with all your senses on fire, one of your hands coming around the back of his neck to bury your fingers in the mess of damp curls once again as you added emphasis to your words by giving him a few sloppy grinds over his sweat-sticky lap.

"Shit, are you s-sure?"

"Yeah I'm f-fucking sure, go on baby, fuck I'm gonna cuuum", you huffed out, entirely out of breath, just before the build up reached its peak and the most mind-numbing pleasure ripped though your being, vision going blurry and all as Eddie's dark eyes watched you fuck yourself into a trance until he furrowed his brows, a first hint at the announcement of his own release, and verbalized in soft repetitions of your name.

With a softly mumbled "so fucking filthy, so good for me sweetness, gonna make me– oh shit" and a guttural groan he imminently followed your lead, the vibration and rhythmical clench of your cunt along with those sweet whimpers of his name doing enough to send him over the edge right with you as he let you ride out both your highs, accompanied by a few little oh fucks as his ringed hands helped keeping your hips from stuttering.

It was so easy to just let yourself fall.

With him.

Not long after you both caught your breath, his arms sneaked around your figure wordlessly, gently pulling you into his embrace, hot breath fanning your shoulder, lips releasing a satisfied little hum as it stuck to your warm skin.

Cheeks flushed a bright rose and half lidded dark brown orbs gazed warmly at you from underneath his damp bangs, the infatuation with your being embellishing his face, chest heaving with the aftermath of his climax.

A sweet moment spread through the inside of the van, full of serenity and bliss, everything that existed on the outside already long forgotten.

"Didn't realize you could have such a filthy mouth on you, Munson", your hand reached to grab his face once you came back down to earth, pulling his chin up slightly to press your lips against his again, grinning widely as an eyebrow quirked up at you.

"Oh yeah? I know yesterday you mentioned dreaming of me, but– a-are you telling me that you also thought about what I'd be like before?"

The smirk spreading over his lips and mild twitch of his dick at the thought, which you definitely felt, doing absolutely nothing to hide the effect of your words.

"I might have imagined a thing or two, yeah."

If you were totally honest, the question of what he'd be like in bed had been the main content of most of your daydreams.

Not to mention those at night.

Eddie chuckled smugly, the newly acquired knowledge pouring oil into the fire that had already set his humble ego aflame.

"Didn't realize you could get even hotter than you already are, sweetheart."

You rolled your eyes with a smile dancing over your face.

One of his hands that had lazily massaged your ass came up to cup your face, pulling you towards him again as he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips followed by a smile against them, thumb softly stroking the skin.

Another peck to your forehead before he gently let you move down and rest your head on his collarbone with your nose tucked just below his jaw, snuggle into his embrace.

Comforting silence. A minute or two to breathe. With each other.

"Thank you", voice coming out as gentle as you'd intended, you lifted your head and placed a kiss on his neck before humming against it.

"For what?"

"Making me feel safe? You're the first person to ever succeed at that, you know?"

His chest rose and fell from a deep breath.

Draped around your figure, Eddie's arms squeezed you to his body.

"Sweetness, I am honoured. I'll always keep you safe, I promise."

"So will I."

Another peck landed on the same spot and your hand cradling the other side of his head felt his cheek push up.

God, you loved him.

Meanwhile, Eddie considered himself as lucky as someone who'd won the lottery.

It was impossible to tell how much time had passed since you both had successfully escaped the rain, inside of your mind still fuzzy from all those feelings for him and the remnants of that head spinning orgasm he'd just given you.

Eddie didn't know either since he had most certainly left his last couple braincells on that bus, and to be fair, he also couldn't find a care in his body.

A lifetime with you wouldn't be long enough.

What he did care about though were the noticeable goosebumps that had spread over your arms, your back and your thighs, that familiar urge to keep you safe which had kept him up for countless nights crawling back into his conscience, "wanna get you home and under a warm shower, and then we can order pizza or something. How's that sound?"

A soft sigh spilled from your lips, stuck in between the promise of a warm shower and the torment of having to get off of him, losing that skin on skin contact you both were so drawn to.

Touch as the love language, huh.

A nod and a smile.

To your own displeasure, that empty, dull feeling returned instantly once he slipped out of your swollen cunt as you got up, followed by the equally unpleasant attempt to get redressed.

Not that you didn't like clothes on you, it was just that literally everything was soaked from the rain at this point, and you only noticed this totally surprising fact once you started rummaging through your own bag of pieces to wear.

The extra pair of panties you had quick-wittedly packed and a shirt you'd worn on day three of the camp had survived the flood outside, and the metalhead who was crouched down next to you in search of anything dry faced a similar fate.

He did have to put his damp boxers back on though, unfortunate but bearable considering the short ride to the trailer park.

Just like the heavy rain had on the way, the tape that had played over the stereo during the ride stopped abruptly as Eddie turned the engine off, mere seconds after he'd put the vehicle in park right outside the Munson trailer.

"Wayne's left already so we've got the space to ourselves and all the time in the world, babe. Well, at least twelve hours until he comes home", Eddie whipped his head around to you, sending those dark damp curls flying before he flashed his teeth at you in an adorably goofy grin.

Slipping out of the driver's seat he stood in the open door as he fumbled with the seatbelt that had wrapped around his left arm, inwardly cursing the dumb thing, while you got up to climb out of the van a little more gracefully.

Your eyes fell to the space where you'd sat as you were about to shut the door, instant heat creeping into your cheeks and mouth going completely dry at the sight of what had come into your periphery.

This was irreversible. You weren't sure if your body was frozen from the chilly post-storm air or the realization of your mistake.

"Uhm, Eddie?"

Everything else you intended to say died in your throat.

He stopped in his tracks with a gleeful yes, sweetheart?, gaze coming up to eye you curiously, totally unaware of your discomfort about the situation presenting itself to your eyes.

Only when you didn't give him an answer he tried to follow your line of sight from the point he was situated at, eyebrows disappearing behind the bangs.

"Oh fuck, .. that's really hot", with an amused chuckle he commented the small patch of your mixed cum that had seeped through your panties and onto the fabric of the passenger seat.

Your brain was short-circuiting.

"You're– you're not mad?"

"Mad?", Eddie slapped his door shut and practically speedwalked around the front of his van, and when he arrived in front of your slightly shivering body, he pulled you against him, making sure the view of your backside was shielded by the open door, "baby no, why would I? This is perfect. You know what this means?"

It came out as a soft almost whisper to your ear, his stubble scratching the side of your face as his jaw moved.

Shaking your head, you shot him a questioning look, the nervousness in you floating away as quickly as it had risen, as he reciprocated your gaze with another goofy grin.

"It's a commemoration of our bond. Because now we'll literally be seat partners forever."

The sentiment made you snort.

Eddie grabbed the bags before escorting you to the trailer door, silly grin decorating his silly face for another silly hour.

Your car stayed in the school's parking lot for the whole week.

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[starlost-maniac]

I Slept with My Boss - Ch 4

Warnings/genre: SMUT, piv, pia, protected sex, one night stand, mxf, mxm, multiple orgasms, multiple partners, club/drinks, voyeurism, pet names, daddy kink, double pen, oral, color system, squirting

Pairing: ot8 SKZ x fem!reader

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS, DNI

dividers made by @cafekitsune

It was a week and a half until you started the new job. You couldn't sleep as you were starting to get nervous. You were told you were going to be working as one of the CEOs personal secretary. You look at your phone, 2:07 am is what it reads. You sigh and open your phone.

You remembered Yoonae said something about the gym she sent you being open 24/7. You open your map to see how far it is from you. Seeing it wasn't too far of a drive, you get up and get changed into your workout clothes and pack a bag to shower afterward.

——

You step inside the gym, looking around, and you see only one other person inside. It's quiet enough that you can just barely hear his music. You go into the locker room and put your bag inside one of the open lockers, locking it after shutting it. You head back out to the gym, the lone patron was doing deadlifts. He nods at you when you walk past to go to the treadmills. You nod back, a soft smile on your face. He was very attractive and very muscular.

He watches as you walk past, curious about the new attractive patron in the gym. He watches you for a few minutes, seeing your eyes flick over to him a few times. You look away, flustered every time your eyes meet. He chuckles quietly before his eyes flick to the door when someone else walks in. His smile widens more as they walk over to where the patron stands.

You watch as the first guy carefully puts the weights down, the second guy waiting patiently. The second guy had a short buzz cut, his hair reminding you of a kiwi. He smiles at the shorter gentleman and gives him a hug and a quick peck on the lips. You're honestly a bit disappointed. Both at both attractive men being taken, and the chance of them being unavailable.

You sigh and walk on the treadmill for about 30 minutes before getting off to do another workout. You don't notice that both men were watching you, talking about how attractive you were. The taller of the two slowly makes his way over to you, sitting on the bench next to the machine you were using. He flashes you a smile.

"Hi. I see you're new to the gym. I'm Hyunjin, and my friend over there is Changbin." He puts his hand out for a handshake. You reach out and shake his hand.

"I'm Y/n. It's nice to meet you, and yeah. I am new to this one. My last gym wasn't very friendly." You take your hand back. You didn't miss that he said friend, but it's not your business to pry. He frowns when he hears about the previous gym.

"I'm sorry about that. I do hope this one is a lot better. Changbin personally screens each applicant before approving anyone to get a membership." He smiles at you again. "And I do hope I'm not being too forward with this, but we both find you very attractive and were wondering if you'd like to get a drink sometime? Maybe have a little fun if you weren't seeing anyone?" He points to his neck, indicating the fading hickies on your skin. Your cheeks flush a bit.

"Oh, um. I'm not seeing anyone currently. These were.." You get flustered. Yoonae has definitely gotten to you with these one night stands.

"No need to explain." He puts his hands up. "How does tomorrow night sound? He lives right upstairs from the gym. Maybe we can make you dinner too?" He grins. You look over at the gym owner. He looked all shy now. It was honestly really cute. You give him a soft smile before looking back at the gentleman next to you.

"That sounds nice. Should I meet one of you outside?"

"I'll meet you outside and bring you up." He winks.

"Ok, sounds like a plan." You smile. You and him talk for a bit during your exercise. He eventually gets Changbin to come over and properly introduces him. You all talk about tomorrow's plans and what to eat. You ultimately let them decide, but they insist on something that you'd like since they're inviting you over.

Once it's all settled, Changbin offers to help you with any of the exercises that you needed help with, being a little touchy when he needed to be.

It was over 2 hours before you finally got to shower, Hyunjin wanting to join you, but didn't want to scare you off. You dried off and dressed in your normal clothes. The clock on your phone reads 6 am. Changbin and Hyunjin were standing by the check-in desk, talking. Changbin had his arm around Hyunjin's waist with Hyunjin's over Changbin's shoulder. They both smiled when they saw you. They walk you out to your car just as other patrons start to come in for their morning workout. You thanked them both before getting into your car, driving home to get some sleep.

——

You arrived at the gym, parking in front of the mostly empty gym 10 minutes before Hyunjin said to meet you. You step out of your car just as Hyunjin comes down the outside stairs attached to the building. He smiles and walks over to you.

"Hi, Y/n. I'm really happy you showed up. Changbin is, too. He's upstairs finishing up dinner." He reaches out to take your hand. You're a bit hesitant, but put your hand in his. "I promise we won't do anything you aren't comfortable with. If you want us to stop anything we are doing, we will. If you want to leave early, that's ok." He sounded genuine as he led you up the stairs to Changbin's residence above his gym.

Opening the door, Hyunjin steps inside, shutting the door behind you. He grabs a pair of house slippers for you, setting them in front of you.

"I hope these fit." He mumbles to himself as you take your shoes off. You slide your feet into the slippers, seeing him smile when they fit. You tuck your shoes away as he puts his own slippers on. He leads you to the kitchen where Changbin was just pulling the food out of the oven. He sets the pan on the stove top, shutting the oven door.

"Hyung, look who's here." Hyunjin calls out. Changbin turns around, his hair a dark mess of curls on top of his head, thick dark rimmed glasses sit on top of his nose. He smiles wide at you and walks over. He embraces you in a gentle hug.

"I'm so glad that you came." He pulls back from the hug. "Go sit at the table. Hyunjin and I will finish getting things set." He watches you for a moment before going back to the food. You go and sit at the table as Hyunjin grabs glasses and as Changbin brings over plates of the food. You thank them both, waiting for them to sit before you start eating. Hyunjin pours glasses of wine, asking if you'd like a cup, not sure if you'd be staying or not. When you accept, he pours your cup for you.

You all converse as you eat, both men making you feel very comfortable and safe. Hyunjin takes your plate and gets you a second serving when you said it was really good. You thank him and finish it off, sipping at your wine. When you're all finished, Changbin cleans up and tells Hyunjin to sit in the living room with you and he'll be out soon.

As soon as he sat on the couch, he pulled you down into his lap. Your cheeks flushed at the action. He lays his arms around your waist, fingers interlocking on your hip. He just smiles at you.

"You're really cute when you're flustered." He chuckles as your cheeks turn more red. "Are you ok with us continuing like this?" He asks, not wanting ro make you uncomfortable. When you nod, he smiles softly, leaning down to softly kiss your cleavage, one of your arms going over his shoulders.

"Your skin is very soft, Y/n." He whispers against you. He gently nips your collarbone before kissing back down to your cleavage. One of his hands slipped under the fabric of your shirt, fingertips gently grazing your skin. You shiver at his touch as he sends goosebumps across your skin.

"You started without me, Hyunjin?" Changbin playfully pouts as he walks over. You both look up at him, Hyunjin still nipping at your skin softly. The dark haired man smiles at you once he's standing next to you. Leaning down, he gently cups your cheek and kisses you briefly. "You taste so sweet. Such soft lips." He kisses you again as Hyunjin slips a finger into your cleavage, pulling your shirt down some to kiss more of your breasts. You moan softly into Changbin's mouth.

Hyunjin starts to lift your shirt up off of you, Changbin pulling away momentarily to finish taking your shirt off. Hyunjin quickly undoes your bra and tosses it to where Changbin dropped your shirt. Both men pull away from you to look you over, your cheeks turning red again. Hyunjin starts to play with the hem of your pants before he starts to slide them down off you, Changbin helps lift you some, getting your pants and panties off. You can feel Hyunjin's bulge through his pants.

Changbin takes his shirt off, adding it to the pile of yours, and you can't help but stare at his muscles. He chuckles, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"You like what you see, bunny?" He flexes a bit. Both you and Hyunjin respond, making Changbin laugh. "I know you do, Hyune, I was talking to our guest." Hyunjin lets out a soft 'oh' before kissing along the side of your breast before licking your nipple. You moan softly, making both boys groan. Changbin kneels between Hyunjin's legs, now beside you and softly places kisses along your breast before placing your nipple between his lips. He looks up at you through his lashes as he lightly sucks on the hardening bud.

You blush lightly again as your arm wraps around his shoulders. Hyunjin licks your nipple again while Changbin slips his hand down between your legs, his fingers a little rough as he touches your clit. You shiver as you moan, head falling back, eyes closed. Both boys chuckle as they slowly make you fall apart. Changbin continues to circle your sensitive nub as Hyunjin slips a long finger into your wet entrance.

"So wet, hyung.." Hyunjin whispers against your nipple. You squirm under their touch a bit, Hyunjin adding two fingers immediately making you arch your back. Changbin rubs your clit a little faster.

"Can you cum for us, bunny? We wanna make you feel good." Changbin nibbles on your skin. Almost as if on command, your cunt clenches around Hyunjin's fingers as you cum. He keeps fingering you through your high, taking his fingers out as you come down. He licks his fingers clean, eyes flicking between you and Changbin.

The shorter of the two stands back up, grabbing a condom from the coffee table. He takes his pants and boxers off, sitting next to Hyunjin.

"Are you ready for more, bunny?" He waits to open the wrapper. You nod, whispering a 'yeah'. Changbin smiles and opens the condom, rolling it onto his length. Hyunjin helps you straddle his hyung's lap, lowering you onto him. Changbin was thick, stretching you out quite a bit. You gasp and moan loudly, hands gripping his shoulders as you sit entirely on him. They let you adjust, Changbin putting his hands on your hips, thumbs making small circles on your skin.

"You're doing great, honey." Hyunjin leans down to place soft kisses across your shoulders. Once you were sure you were ready, you slowly started to move your hips. Changbin let soft moans slip out.

"You're so nice and tight, bunny." He moans out more, helping guide your hips. You arch your back and Changbin takes the opportunity to latch onto your breast, biting and sucking marks into your skin. One of your hands moves from his shoulder to his head. He groans as you ride him. He wraps his arms around you and carefully moves you both so you're laying on the couch. He puts your ankles up on his shoulders and leans forward, carefully bending you in half so he goes deeper. He places one hand back on your hip, the other on the arm of the couch.

He slowly fucks into you, getting a nice rhythm going before he picks up his pace. He's soon ramming into you hard and deep, making you moan out in pleasure. Your hands grip his biceps, Hyunjin reaching between your bodies to rub your clit. Both men coo at you as they watch you come apart on Changbin's cock. Soon your orgasm escapes you and you're clenching hard around him, arching your back.

"Almost there, bunny. Just hold on a bit longer for me." Changbin fucks into you as fast as he can through your high before he's releasing into the condom, cock twitching repeatedly inside you. He sits up, unfolding you and carefully brings your legs down from his shoulder. Hyunjin leans down and softly kisses your lips and cheeks. You smile up at the boys looking fucked out.

"You ok there, honey?" Hyunjin asks softly. You nod, still smiling. Changbin slowly slides out and you whine at the emptiness. "Don't worry, I'll fill you up next." He chuckles as he carefully picks you up and wraps your legs around his waist. You're not sure when he got naked or put a condom on. He carefully slips his cock into you while standing. Holding onto the backs of your thighs, he holds you up while you adjust to him. He wasn't as thick as Changbin, but he still filled you nicely.

"How are you still so tight, honey?" He groans when you clench. He starts to slowly bounce you on his cock, groaning into your ear. "You are a package, you know that? Beautiful, delicious and still tight after taking Changbin." He thrusts into you the same time he was bringing you down onto him. He places wet, open mouth kisses along your neck and throat, going along your collarbone as well. He grunts and groans every time you clench around him. He coos at you when you whimper between moans.

Changbin comes up behind you and holds your legs for Hyunjin, letting the other fuck into you without needing to hold you himself, he kept his hands on your ass for extra support however. You moan and arch your back, feeling the knot in your belly tighten quickly. Changbin bites and sucks on your neck and shoulder. His breath sends chills across your skin. You cum hard around Hyunjin, who watches as his dick disappears inside you. He mumbles out a 'fuck' as he keeps fucking into you, reaching up to rub your clit.

"One more before I cum, honey, ok?" He says. You nod, brain foggy, moaning more. You can't form any coherent words right now. You arch and squirm as Hyunjin manages to pull another orgasm from you. Even after your orgasm, he's still fucking into you and rubbing your clit. He sucks on your nipple as he thrusts deep into you before cumming into his condom. Groaning as he slides out, he lets go of your nipple so Changbin can set you back on the couch.

"How do you feel, bunny? You ok?" He brushes sweaty hair off your face. You smile up at him.

"I'm ok. Little sore, but I'm ok." You let your head rest on the back of the couch as he gently massages your thighs. Hyunjin leaves to get water and a clean rag, Changbin helping to clean you as Hyunjin has you drink the water.

"I'm sorry if we were rough, bunny." Changbin pecks your lips.

"Mm-mm. You weren't rough. It's ok." You smile, sleepily.

"Did you want to stay here tonight? You're tired and drank a bit, so I'd honestly feel better if you stayed here. I can even wash your clothes for you." Changbin brushed his knuckles down your cheek gently and you nod a little, sleepy. He smiles softly and looks up at Hyunjin. "Could you take her to my bed, jagi? I'll toss our clothes in the wash and get it ready to start in the morning."

Hyunjin nods, leaning down to give Changbin a kiss, he gently picks you up bridal style. You lay your head on his shoulder and close your eyes. Hyunjin carefully lays you down on the bed and covers you. He stands up and starts to turn but stops when he feels you sleepily holding onto his hand. He chuckles and climbs under the covers with you. He cuddles up to you and you wrap your arms around him. His fuzzy hair soft against your skin.

Changbin comes in a few minutes later and smiles, seeing you passed out with Hyunjin's face buried in your chest. He gets into the bed behind you, pressing himself right against you. Placing a few soft kisses to your head, neck and shoulder, he gets comfortable before falling asleep.

——

Waking up the next day, you found Hyunjin still naked, cuddled into you, head on your breasts as his fingers drew lazy images across your skin. Changbin was at the end of the bed, wearing just basketball shorts, neatly folding your laundry, having washed and dried it for you before you woke. When he sees you, he flashes you a shy smile.

"Hi, bunny. How are you feeling?" He gently places your clean clothes on his bedside table for you, sitting on the bed. You rub your eyes, and yawn.

"Still a bit tired, not as sore though." You chuckle quietly. Changbin nods and leans down, gently kissing your forehead then kissing Hyunjin's temple.

"How about a shower? I'm sure you'd like one after last night's…activities." He grins playfully. Hyunjin wraps his arm around you and pulls you closer to him, accidentally pressing his half hard cock between your legs.

"I don't want to let go just yet.." Hyunjin says, muffled against your skin.

"We can't keep her here, Hyune. I'm sure she has things she needs to do today too." His eyes flick from you to Hyunjin before going back to you. You smile softly and rub Hyunjin's back. He looks up at you with puppy dog eyes.

"Can we have a little more fun then? Before you go?" He pouts. You groan playfully before agreeing. They both smile and help you up, deciding to shower with you, continuing last night's activities there.

——

It was the first day of your new job. Yoonae texted you to wish you a good day. You had your hair tied up in a low ponytail. Wearing a business suit with a skirt that didn't restrict movement too much, you made your way into the company you now work for. Greeting the receptionist, she gave you your new employee badge and instructed you to take the elevator to the top floor, where the CEO's office is.

You made your way up, meeting with the person from HR who did your interview. They greet you and explain that the boss is running a bit late, but will be here soon. You nod and thank him. You talk for a bit until you hear the elevator ding and the doors open. You both bow to the man who steps off the elevator. The person from HR straightens first.

"Sir, this is Y/n. She's the one we brought on as your personal assistant. I know you haven't looked her file over yet," he teases the CEO, "but she was the most qualified, and I think she would be a perfect fit." He smiles. When you straighten, your eyes go wide as you see who's in front of you.

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[dexastres]

lovestruck

aurélien tchouaméni x black reader

summary : elora’s final year at university was a rollercoaster of emotions, with stress and anxiety becoming her best friends. despite the love and support of her boyfriend during this chaotic time, she couldn’t shake off these persistent feelings until she submitted her final assignment.

wc : 458

note : i'm dropping this, then i'm out✌🏽

Elora read her text one last time before submitting it, then closed her laptop. She was so relieved to know that her time at university ended, as the past few months had drained her completely, and she didn’t want to go through that again. She wanted to forget about this last chapter of her life, despite all the good memories she made along the way.

The young woman reached for her phone, and her fingers trembled against the screen, still processing the excitement and relief. She opened her conversation with her boyfriend. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she read all the sweet messages he sent her throughout the day.

Elora checked the time and decided to call him on FaceTime. With their busy schedules, they rarely saw each other, and she missed him a lot. Now that she finished school, she could attend more of his games and offer Aurélien the same support he gave her during this chaotic period.

Elora tried to call him, but he didn’t answer. She figured that he might be sleeping or hanging out with his friends, so she sent him a message before curling up in her bed, as fatigue slowly took over her body.

"I'm done with school. Wanna come over when you're free? I miss you."

Later that night...

Aurélien’s eyes widened when he saw the missed FaceTime call and message from Elora. He jumped out of bed, changed into more comfortable clothes, grabbed his keys and the gift basket he bought for his girlfriend and headed to her place.

Despite the late hour, the young man needed to see Elora. A simple FaceTime call wasn’t enough anymore; Aurélien needed to feel her body pressed against his. He couldn't stand another second apart from his girlfriend, or else he would go crazy. He wanted to hold her in his arms and tell her how much he loved her.

The Frenchman arrived at her place about fifteen minutes later. His heart was pounding as he pulled out his phone out of his pocket to call Elora. Luckily for him, she was a light sleeper and woke up easily.

Still half asleep, she grabbed her phone without checking the caller ID. Her voice sounded groggy when she answered. “Hello?”

“Hey, I’m outside. Can you let me in, please?” His voice was soft and needy.

Elora knew where this night was leading to, and she felt her arousal grow with each passing second. She didn’t respond to Aurélien and hung up. She got out of bed, smiling, and went downstairs.

Elora opened the front door, and before she could speak. Aurélien pulled her into a kiss that mirrored the longing in his voice during their brief phone call. 

[stratostella]

yankee is the best yonezu album that's my baby to the point i just kinda had vgperson's lyrics in mind when i watched that vid cause of the amount of times i brought it up as a kid AGHHH

[non-un-topo]

Watching Titane last night had me so close to shaving half my head and my eyebrows and just embracing looking insane

[do-you-have-a-flag]

Text recounting of the full events below but oh my god please watch this person explain the wildest thing happening to them

[image text]r/trueoffmychest post by CptnSpaceCase tiktok handle kelseycanstand

Today my aide cooked what should not be cooked

I have to get this out, because today feels like an actual nightmare I keep expecting to wake up from.

I'm disabled, and need help with stuff around the house. Today was the second day with a new agency and new home health aide, "Tina." I set it up so she would come by in the morning while I'm sleeping (insomnia is killer), and I texted her last night what I would need done today.

One of those things was to roast some precut squash I'd gotten so I could have it with my salads and pasta. I was very clear in my instructions: what it looked like, where it was in the fridge, how to use the oven, how to cook it. I also have a roommate who was up and told her she could ask them for help if she couldn't find anything. Or come get me if truly necessary.

Now, I have three pet ball pythons. They eat rats that I thaw from frozen in the fridge in a reusable plastic bag. Yes, that's where I'm going with this.

Tina couldn't find the squash, and so, obviously, that meant she should roast the first other thing she could see that was technically also encased in plastic, in a completely different area of the fridge. The FUCKING RATS. In butter and salt, in my nice baking dish.

And like, that's insane all on its own, but if you're going to cook any animal, you should at least clean and skin it first, right??? Like, do the crazy, disgusting thing properly so I can respect the effort, instead of sticking them in as is. Fur and guts and all.

And the smell. Good God baby Jesus the SMELL. It woke me up and had me gagging the moment I opened my bedroom door. Definitely not squash. Or food-smelling for that matter. At first I thought the squash had spontaneously rotted overnight and she'd tried to cook it anyway. That would have been slightly less insane and much preferable.

I had to pull it out of her what she was cooking instead when she said she couldn't find it (it was in plain sight), had to open the oven and see my snakes' dinners in place of my own and still couldn't process what the fuck was happening, what I was looking at and smelling. I don't like yelling at people and generally avoid it. Today was a day for exceptions. And at the end of my half-crazed, dissociative rant, I told her to get the whole dish and its contents and herself out of the fucking house. And to not come back.

Suffice to say, I've contacted the agency to report it and am requesting a new aide. Now I'm sitting at a cafe trying to calm down and eat something despite the scent memory that's taken up permanent residence and turning my stomach. The whole house reeks like musty, sewage-dipped pork that had been left out for a whole day before being cooked in rancid oil, and I'm not sure Febreeze is gonna cut it. I don't want to go home. 🫠😭

[muchtodoonterror]

As to the etymology (begging your pardon, I just love an excuse to open the OED) the cockpit is most likely taken from the position of coxswain. "Coxswain" itself is derived from cock + swain; the latter half meaning "servant" (cf boatswain). The cock in question is actually an old word for a boat, with the OED citing approx 1400 as it's first written attestation and spelled "cokk(e)".

for a deeper dive into etymology: cock/cokke itself seems to have taken a somewhat uncertain path in English. It could be from the Middle French "coque" via the Old French "coche" meaning a small boat, which gets us back to Greek/Latin kokkos/coccum. That refers to a grain or seed and so a hull - thus giving our coxswain and cockpit common origin not with a rooster but with the cockle (as in cockles and mussels alive alive-o).

(Of course there's always further to look, with cognates cwch in Welsh and cog in German, and so on, but it does seem like it all comes back to the root for "shell".)

The cockpit

The cockpit was originally an area to be used by the ship’s surgeon during the battle. On many naval ships it was the rear part of the orlop deck, a dark, narrow area that was usually used as quarters for midshipmen and the like. As it was the lowest deck of the ship, it was well below the waterline and was considered best protected against enemy cannon fire. (which is why the powder magazine was also located there).

Deckplan of USS Constitution, the violet spot marks the cockpit

Although the exact position of the cockpit often varied from ship to ship, it was usually a panelled area near a landing stage, which enabled the ship’s doctor’s comrades and the loblolly lads to transport those wounded in battle more easily. Surgeons, who found it difficult to find suitable positions on some ships, went to one of the lower gun decks, where unused cannons and a few planks often served as makeshift operating tables.

The Surgeon at work aboard USS Constitution

In preparation for battle, buckets of sand and boiling pitch or tar were placed at strategic points in the cockpit, then vinegar was prepared and the instruments were provided, along with brandy and laudanum and poppy seed syrup (one to collect blood from amputations, the other to dip stumps to seal the wound and prevent further bleeding, the vinegar was used for disinfection and the other for anaesthetics and pain relief). The sand was also spread generously over the deck to reduce the risk of slipping due to blood accumulation.

Ship’s Surgery in the Cockpit, Unknown Artist, 1820

But how did the cockpit get its name? That is difficult to say, it is a term that is proven to have appeared as early as the 16th century. And since the 17th century it was used as the Surgeon’s place of work. Some suspect that it had something to do with the fact that while in port the area was often used to separate wives or other friends of the crew during the working day. Or that it was derived from the dark shelter in which the coxswain stood to steer the whipstaff in the early 16th century.

[mayspicer]

Mmm nothing like a good old full blown panic attack, I haven't had one in years. This time at least I have access to medication to make it stop a lot faster, but I have 6 pills left for the next 2,5 months and the recent trends in my mental state are not looking good.

[ikeuverse]

i hate you | lhs

pairing: best friend's brother!heeseung x fem!reader  genres: fluff, humor, smut wc: 10.7k+

꒰ 𝅄 warnings ꒱ : lots of swearing, arguments, mention of drinking, parties. reports of sex scenes, oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected sex (use caution and protection).

꒰ 𝅄 synopsis ꒱ : you and your best friend's brother hated each other, almost as a matter of course between the two of you. but something changes when you wake up in his bed at the weekend.

꒰ 𝅄 notes ꒱ : i think this story has been in my subconscious for so long, idk why it took me so long to write it. it smells a lot like heeseung to me, so nothing was more fitting than doing it for him. i hope you like it!

꒰ 𝅄 masterlist ꒱

The rule of life is clear when you have a best friend and she has an older brother. Either you fall in love with him, or you don't get along with him and you both hate each other. In your case, more specifically, the second option would fit like a perfect glove. It was like a combo in your background to be best friends with Dahyun, and hate Heeseung, her brother. Not that you'd do it alone, he contributed to every ounce of your body boiling with rage for him.

As if he had been born to unleash the purest feeling of rage in your heart just by entering the room and breathing. But it wasn't as if you nurtured that alone either. Heeseung had the same great anger towards you because, according to him, it was because of you that Dahyun stopped being the innocent little girl she was.

It wasn't a good excuse compared to the times he'd taken you seriously. Still, even so, Heeseung felt angry just being in your presence and knowing that you went to his house and he couldn't do anything but make you angry until he heard you swear at him or try to throw something in his direction. Dahyun was the balance bridge to try to maintain an ounce of harmony between the two of you while you were all together, although it was almost impossible to maintain a pleasant atmosphere whenever you and Heeseung were in the same environment. Which was practically all day long.

There wasn't a single moment when you could get rid of him or he of you, because unfortunately – or fortunately – you were Dahyun's best friend. You met her before you even knew that your best friend had a completely asshole brother. He swore that Dahyun having a friendship would be a quiet thing because she was never one to have many friends. Heeseung would be lying to say that he wasn't looking forward to meeting the first person his younger sister had befriended after entering university.

He just didn't expect you to be introduced to him when Dahyun had her first binge at the frat party, with you holding her hair and introducing yourself as her best friend.

So it's this crazy girl who's my sister's friend? Heeseung's anger may have started first, but you certainly felt it more intensely as the months went by.

Heeseung always found you with Dahyun at insane moments, like the pool party where you lent your best friend your most revealing bikini. That night you threw him into the pool because you two argued, but before you could regret it, he pulled you in with him, getting you wet before you could show off your hours of hard work to maintain the beautiful, wavy hair that took so long to make.

War had been declared, and at every party you and Heeseung attended, something always happened to emphasize how the two of you couldn't stay on the same radar and in the same environment for so long.

Not this last time.

The remnants of last night invaded your mind like a little dream, where you knew it was far from a fantasyland. Friday night was party day at some frat house or at some rich person's house who could afford to buy drinks for a bunch of horny, partying college kids. You and Dahyun always went together, because at the end of the night, you would sleep at her house. And of course that happened. You just didn't expect to be in another Lee's bed.

You took a deep breath after you realized what had happened, remembering the exact moment when you argued with Heeseung. Nothing new for the two of you. But that night something seemed different about the way you and he argued about absolutely everything, like the amount of drink he poured himself. Or how you had accepted a drink from a guy who had handed you a glass because he was going to play and didn't want to drink anymore, Heeseung had scolded you for being reckless and, even if you were, if that had made him angry, then you had done the right thing.

But why were his eyes dark and shiny when he cornered you in the kitchen to swear at you? And why did you lean too far towards him when he tried to take the glass from your hand? The reason was canonized at that moment, with you wrapped in Heeseung's sheets.

The memory of his lips pressing down hard on yours to shut you up, your body almost turning to porridge when he softened to kiss you properly. And why on earth did you give in? Why did you kiss him back looking like you needed it? Your mind knew you did, but never, under any circumstances, would the two of you say that that need was blatant and that you were both waiting for what had happened.

Your thoughts were soon interrupted when a weight slid around your waist. His arms wrapped around you and pulled you close. You effortlessly felt Heeseung's chest pressing against your back. Your whole body stiffened for a few seconds but relaxed – without any explanation – when his hand rested on your stomach and his breath hit the back of your neck.

That breath you felt against your lips after he kissed you, as he whispered one last curse when he took you to his car and then brought you to his house. Heeseung's breath against your skin with every touch he made, with every kiss, sent shivers down your spine. You didn't want to think about the effects he had caused in just one night, while all those months later the only thing you felt for him was anger and disgust. But no, last night it was anything but that that you felt for each other.

You began to wonder how you were going to get out of there. Or worse, how you were going to bump into Dahyun and explain to her that, strangely enough, you had ended up in her brother's bed. It couldn't have been an accident because neither of you got drunk enough to blame it on alcohol, so what? What would you say when asked why you slept with Heeseung?

An involuntary sigh left your lips when he moved again, pressing you a little closer and nestling his face in the crook of your neck. Inhaling all your scent as if it were normal and he'd done it a million times before.

“It's not possible that you're actually doing this” your voice came out without thinking, not at all cordial or subtle as he continued to inhale your scent. You wanted to curse yourself even more as soon as you heard Heeseung's morning laugh. Rude, low, a real sin for your poor body that was processing everything that was still going on.

“What? I don't even get a good morning?” he asked in the same tone as the laugh and every word coming out of his mouth was truly a sin. You'd seen Heeseung after waking up countless times, but it wasn't as if you saw him seconds later as was happening now. Usually, it was a while later, his voice was normal at least, although his face was puffy from sleep and his hair slightly mussed. But it was nothing compared to what you were hearing at that moment.

“You're an idiot, you little shit” your hand went over his hand that was still on your stomach, trying to pull it away “I hate you, now let me go.”

As expected, Heeseung did the opposite of what you asked. Pulling you closer to him and, with the strength he was holding you with, he managed to turn you around and make your body face him.

“You hated moaning my name last night” he smiled with half-lidded eyes “Now why are you playing hard to get?” there was the Heeseung you remembered hating, even though he was so hot in a sleepy, lazy way. You held back with your hands to pull his face in and kiss him, messing up his hair even more and getting lost in those lips that were claimed as yours last night.

“Because—” your voice died right there, you had no answer to that. You didn't know why you were playing hard to get after having slept with him of your own free will.

The victorious smile on Heeseung's lips made you slap his chest, feeling the skin beneath your fingers. Remembering how you touched him and how he felt every shiver go through him every time your fingers slid across him and interspersed with your nails. Heeseung knew that some part of his body was marked by you, but he honestly didn't care.

Your eyes rolled down as soon as you noticed that he was shirtless, looking under the covers as much as you could. He wasn't wearing anything over it and didn't even seem to care about covering his chest when your eyes locked on the spot, your hands still gripping his chest ready to slap it again in case any silly jokes were made. But your face heated up when you noticed that, if he wasn't wearing a T-shirt, you were wearing his.

Heeseung noticed the way you recorded it all, and although it was amusing, he remembered how hot you had looked after putting on his T-shirt to sleep. With nothing underneath, just his clothes covering the curves of your body that he touched, kissed, and marked. And he'd be a dead man if he confessed that he wanted to do it all over again.

“You didn't like wearing my shirt?” he asked, breaking the silence that had settled between the two of you “Just take it off, I remember you're not wearing anything underneath anyway.”

“I hate you!” you let out a shriek, hitting him in the chest again before pulling the covers off your body so you could get out of bed in search of your clothes.

“Right, if it makes you sleep better at night, then I hate you too” he muttered, rolling his body across the bed to lie where you had been seconds before. Secretly smelling your scent on his pillow, as you searched for your clothes on his bedroom floor at that moment.

Hearing about the fine line between modern and contemporary art history was wonderful for you, one of your favorite classes. The grace with which the professor explained it so passionately, highlighting important points that you made a point of writing down in your notebook with a lilac-colored pen that Dahyun had lent you at the beginning of the class. It took up most of your thoughts from the moment you arrived on campus, taking your focus away from the fact that a few days ago you were lying on Heeseung's bed. And now you were sitting next to his sister sharing one of your classes.

Your thoughts traveled to another subject now… Did Dahyun know that you and Heeseung had had sex? It wouldn't be something to hide from your best friend, having heard from her a few times that the two of you had some kind of repressed hard-on. Of course, that made you and Heeseung even angrier, but it turned out to be true last weekend.

Dahyun was right, after all, and you didn't want her to be. Or did you?

“Y/n” she called your name in a whisper, making you turn your head to face her “The boys are waiting for us in the study room, do you want to go now or do you want to stop by for coffee?”

Back to the normal schedule where you would have to live with Heeseung and try to put aside what had happened between the two of you. Or at least try to. Carry on with your routine and chores and not pay attention to him like you always did.

Class ended and you felt your body dragging alongside Dahyun through the corridors to the campus cafeteria. It wasn't a long way, but dividing your energy between the class and the thoughts that flooded your mind had left you tired. The salted caramel coffee you always ordered might have some effect on your body right now.

And you were more than right.

After paying for the drink and some treats, the straw rolled around your lips as you sipped the drink that was your comfort. You could hear Dahyun's laughter every time the taste of coffee impregnated your tongue and you moaned with satisfaction. The whole way to the study room was filled with these moments that the two of you shared as you sipped your drinks and tried to balance the takeaway bags.

“Am I seeing a mirage or did you bring food?” Jay almost knelt to thank you and Dahyun when you entered the study room.

“Are you guys hungry or something?” she asked, stepping in front and placing the bag of food on the small table around some cushioned armchairs.

“Our class finished early and someone forgot to stop by the convenience store” Sunghoon sat down on the floor, legs crossed and his face almost shoved into one of the bags to look for something that interested him. Finding a filled brownie, he took it without asking permission, even though he didn't need to.

“He's in over his head, isn't he?” Jake nudged Heeseung, who had been quiet the whole time since you and Dahyun arrived.

Looking at your best friend, you saw her sit down next to Jake as if it were something mechanized as if she had to be there without any kind of effort. It was cute how close the two of them always were. But your mind went into overdrive because as she sat next to him, the only seat left was next to Heeseung.

“What?” he asked, shaking his body at the slight shock Jake had caused him. Adjusting his posture in the armchair, Heeseung swallowed as soon as he felt a weight next to him, indicating that you had sat there.

“You forgot to stop by the convenience store to pick up some food” Jay grumbled “What are you thinking, man? You haven't answered us since you came to class today.”

Playing the misunderstood had been a mutual agreement with everyone in the room. They had seen you and Heeseung leave together, but if neither of you had mentioned anything, none of them would do it. Playing the game of not knowing anything about you and him was the best thing. At least until that moment.

“I'm just sleepy, don't fight me” Heeseung grumbled, stretching more than usual so that he could annoy you, as he had done ever since the two of you met. He could hear you taking a deep breath next to him, holding back a little so as not to swear at him before the study session even started.

Heeseung mentally thanked his friends for the lame excuse he'd given, because they all started to engage in side conversations as he slipped a glance in your direction. Your fingers held the coffee cup with a certain lightness, your thumb circling the cardboard that was possibly warm against his skin. Heeseung suppressed a smile, thinking about how your fingers had touched his body a few days ago.

He didn't want to think about anything involving the night you two had spent together, but even though it was recent, seeing you so close hit him hard. It was as if his mind betrayed him the very moment you sat down next to him and did the bare minimum to be noticed. There was no way Heeseung could think of anything other than you. The way you brought the cup to your lips and drank the coffee, for example. It made him think of your mouth kissing him, how easily your lips turned red as the kiss got more and more intense. How your mouth looked like the perfect shape of his cock when you wrapped it around you and sucked it, giving him the best blowjob of his life.

Fuck Heeseung, stop thinking about it. He told himself, or he'd get turned on just associating every single thing you did with the way he had you in his room, under his body, and in his bed.

The only way to make his thoughts go away and him not think like that was to irritate you, bring up the atmosphere of the argument you had with him, and thus get his friends to intervene and completely change the course of Heeseung's thoughts. And the way he thought was by taking the coffee cup from your hand, bringing it to his lips, and taking the last sip.

“Hey” you said loudly enough, trying not to shout because the study room was next to the university library “You ruined my coffee, you idiot.”

“I was thirsty, sorry” Heeseung pouted his lips, feeling the taste of salted caramel all over his tongue. He ran the tip of his tongue between his lips to wipe away any coffee residue. He just didn't expect your attention to be on his mouth. Without hesitation, your eyes traced the path of his mouth and the way his tongue traced his lower lip. That sparked something inside Heeseung because it showed that you were thinking along the same lines as he was.

“You're a real idiot” you said quietly this time, trying to look away as Heeseung bit his lower lip.

He leaned in a little but didn't manage to get close enough to tease you because he felt the famous slap on the chest that you gave him when he said something stupid. Ever since that morning in his bed.

“Ouch, that hurt” he cringed, dodging the next slap you'd give him. For the first time, the dynamic between you and Heeseung was a little closer and more physical. Usually, the two of you didn't sit near each other or you couldn't get there in time to hit him, Jay or Sunghoon always managed to hold you back first.

“Hey, stop it, you two” Jake broke off from an interesting conversation he was having with Jay, sharing a packet of sweets with Sunghoon in the process.

“It's not like you guys had sex at the weekend” Dahyun yawned, throwing the full weight of her head on Jake's shoulder.

“What?” you and Heeseung shouted at the same time.

Their eyes widened, their breathing quickened and their faces heated up as they looked at the four of them sitting in front of them. So they knew, but how? You and he had tried to be discreet the whole time, and you hadn't said anything to Dahyun, considering Heeseung's astonishment, showing that he hadn't said anything to his friends either.

“Come on, we saw you two leaving the party together” Jay sighed “We agreed not to say anything until one of you spoke.”

“But you're still fighting” Jake pouted.

“By the way” Dahyun squeezed the cup between her fingers, the coffee long since finished and she just needed something to munch on while she talked to Jake “I could hear you two when we got home” she looked at Jake for a few seconds, then at you and Heeseung. They exchanged frightened, embarrassed glances.

A hole could be dug right there that you wanted to bury yourself in and never get out of. There was no escaping it and no escape from your friends' looks and playful smiles. There was also no way you could face Heeseung after everything you'd heard, so your only way out was to make an excuse that you needed to go to the library to get a book to start studying. You left the room as quickly as you could and entered the door at the end of the corridor.

At least it was quiet there and you wouldn't hear any of your friends talking about you and Heeseung having sex, or about how they knew all along and didn't tell either of you. It hadn't been long since it happened, but you'd been with Dahyun all morning and Heeseung had probably spent a lot of it with some of the boys he shared a class with. So they waited for you to give them a break to say it out loud?

“Holy shit” you whispered to yourself, leaning on one of the shelves in a vast aisle of encyclopedias. Nothing there was of interest to you and you didn't necessarily need any of those books, but it had been the first aisle you'd found to enter and browse the various shelves in search of clearing your mind.

“It really is shit” the voice settled in your ears and went straight to your skin, sending shivers down your spine and making your heart race. Your heartbeat accelerated more than usual when you turned around and noticed Heeseung just a few steps away.

“What the fuck are you doing here? Go away!” you whispered at him, turning to one of the shelves to pick up any stupid books. If you'd never read encyclopedias before, that day could be your first. Then you'd be too busy reading and not paying attention to the boy who was slowly approaching you.

“I had to leave too, I couldn't stand that embarrassment alone” he said in the same tone as yours, stopping right behind you as he noticed your feat in trying to open a heavy book that had nothing to do with the classes you were attending “Besides, I came to tease you for being too scandalous” Heeseung's breath hitched against your ear, his lips almost kissing your skin.

You turned sharply, the book wobbling in your hands from the weight of it and the force with which you turned. But your reflexes were good enough to hold it steady while you stared at it.

“Me? Scandalous?” your indignation was palpable, along with your anger that was beginning to grow inside your chest at him and the arrogant smile he had “What do you mean?”

“That you moaned so loudly that my sister heard!”

“Motherfucker” you almost forgot you were in the library, wanting to scream in his face and curse him with every swear word you could think of “I didn't moan that loud.”

“Yes, you did” he said.

“No, I didn't” you answered back, not realizing that you had taken a step forward and leaned your body against his. Heeseung took the opportunity to take the book from your hands, the weight shifting to his arms as he put it back on the shelf. Now having full access to you and your body in front of him.

He knew you hadn't moaned out loud, not least because he managed to shut you up every time. Making you moan against his mouth or listening closely when your mouth was close to his ear, having the most beautiful moan Heeseung had ever heard in his entire life.

“On a scale of zero to ten, if I say you moan scandalously…” Heeseung began, his speech somewhat meek “How angry will you be?”

“Ten, obviously” you hadn't even hesitated to answer, regretting it the second he smiled.

“So you moan too scandalously” such a simple sentence, but one that practically tore away the last bit of calm you had with Heeseung. Not that it ever really existed, but at least you tried inside the library.

As if it was the right thing to do, you raised your hand to hit him as you had been doing so often in the last few moments, but he acted quickly. So fast that neither of you could process it. Heeseung's long fingers wrapped around your wrist and he pulled you against his chest, wrapping his free arm around your waist to press you down and give you no chance to escape. The warmth of his fingers against your skin made you hold your breath and close your eyes, almost like a memory of what was about to happen.

It was the perfect cue for Heeseung to lean towards you and touch the tip of his nose to yours. His breaths mingled and his eyes closed to revel in the sensation of being so close to you again.

He wanted to touch your mouth, kiss you, and be able to leave with you. To remember the softness of your lips and how perfectly your mouths fit together as if the two of you had learned everything from each other. Even though the two of you shared hurried, slow kisses, none of them were disproportionate or out of rhythm. You and Heeseung managed to find harmony and synchronicity in every movement.

“Oh, shit” Jay's voice made you and Heeseung break apart quickly, startled by the closeness and realizing that if the brunette hadn't arrived, you and he would have kissed right then “Sorry, I—”

“You owe me lunch for a week” Dahyun appeared beside him, smiling openly as her eyes landed on you and Heeseung. He didn't need to look at you to know that you also shared a confused, albeit frightened, expression as to why Jay and his sister were there in the library.

“What did you two bet?” Heeseung asked the dreaded question, opening and closing his fists and holding back the urge to touch you again, even if it was in front of the two who were still there.

“That you and Y/n would be kissing” Jay said “But the two of them never actually kissed, so I don't owe you anything.”

“Yes, you do!” Dahyun protested, pushing Jay out of the hallway and leaving you and Heeseung completely unresponsive.

It would have been a smart idea to avoid going to any parties after what happened, in case you both regretted it. But that wasn't exactly it.

As the week went by, the teasing between Heeseung and you continued with a little more intensity, adding to the spice of what had happened between you, and now things had become a little more physical. Like him having to get too close to you and touch your hair after getting on your nerves, or how your hand wrapped around his arm – unnecessarily – so you could avoid Heeseung when he was near the kitchen counter teasing you before you left and went to his sister's room.

Things were getting heated and neither of you made any move to actually stop or that it wasn't affecting you anymore, quite the opposite. As the touching persisted or you paid too much attention to each other's actions, things got more and more complicated.

That was why Heeseung now found himself with a red glass in his hand, bringing it to his lips and feeling the bitter taste of alcohol go down his throat. He could have refused to go to that party after Sunghoon insisted, with the excuse that the class had been terrible. Even though he had slept through most of it. At least they were at Yeonjun's parent's house, the rich boy and Jake's friend who always gave up his house when the fraternities hadn't recovered after a few parties over a short period.

At least there was somewhere to sit, a room without too many people and the music wasn't too loud. The pool room that the boys usually went to when they wanted to escape the crowds, but didn't want to leave the party completely.

“Man, I love it when we’re here” Yeonjun sighed, sitting across from Heeseung and next to Jay “I wanted to run away from Stacy all night.”

“Is she annoying you?” Jay held back a laugh.

Talking about girls was the main topic when Yeonjun was around, and it wasn’t such a bad thing. Sharing experiences and even talking about how their current relationships were going, just as Jake made a point of praising Dahyun and how the two of them were getting along better and better. At some point in the conversation, Heeseung didn’t even bother to share anything, feeling shy for the first time. You had been the last girl he slept with, and talking about it, about the intimacy you two shared made him embarrassed. It wasn’t that he would brag every time he got with someone, on the contrary, the poor boy was the most teased because he rarely kissed a unit on the mouth at a party.

Maybe it was his chance to say that he had finally kissed someone after so long. But he wanted to keep it all to himself as if he felt jealous of sharing every detail about you.

“And you, Heeseung” Yeonjun called him as if he could read his thoughts. “Did you finally have sex?”

Sunghoon choked on his half-drunk drink, biting the plastic cup as he looked at his friend and noticed the shocked expression on his face. Yeonjun didn’t know anything about what had happened, especially since he wasn’t that close to you and Dahyun. He knew you two by sight and exchanged a few words because you were always around, but it’s not like he knew everything about you.

“He definitely had sex” Jake bit his lips to keep from smiling “Guess who?”

There wasn’t a single name that crossed Yeonjun’s mind, it was so difficult to associate Heeseung with anyone. Just like they associated Jake with Dahyun or Yeonjun with Stacy. Heeseung didn't have anyone on his radar, and the boys didn't know which girl had ever mentioned his name as a possible sexual companion.

A short period of silence fell over the room, and Jay's impatience quickly cut through.

"Y/n" he said.

“What?” it was Yeonjun’s turn to almost choke on his drink when he decided to take a sip of his beer. “Don’t you two, like, hate each other more than anything in the universe?”

I thought so, Heeseung had that answer on the tip of his tongue, almost wanting to say it out loud.

“So our dear Lee has a powerful dick” Yeonjun joked.

“Dude, we can ask Y/n if he has a small dick or not” Jay suggested.

“That’s cute, we’re finally going to know about his dick” Jake faked a cute voice, pouting and everything to get in on the joke.

“I don’t have a small dick, you idiots” Heeseung wanted to sound angry, although that joke was always there. Talking like that or about sexual performance with some girl… It would be disgusting if it was a conversation that happened often, but it wasn’t. It was just at times when they all wanted to escape from everything, to be in a universe where only boys existed and they could talk about anything.

A laugh filled the room before Heeseung or any of the boys could respond. Turning to the door, there you were. Standing with your hand on the doorknob and the other holding the plastic cup.

“Y/n!” Jay called out to you excitedly.

“Hey Y/n, is it true that Heeseung—” Yeonjun was interrupted by a flying plastic cup, hitting him in the chest as Heeseung threw it.

You had heard the entire conversation before entering the wrong room, looking for a bathroom to pee in. Your eyes scanned the room, seeing how relaxed and happy the boys were, far from those people you were starting to get bored with.

“Wrong door, sorry, boys” you waved and smiled at all of them, stopping your eyes on Heeseung for a long moment. Analyzing every inch of his body. Every piece of clothing adorned that man’s curves very well. Wide pants, white tank top, and leather jacket. A cardinal sin was that his hair was slicked back and the silver chain showing well above the collar of the tank top he was wearing. Luckily for you, the music was loud enough that no one could hear the force with which you swallowed when you noticed Heeseung’s collarbone was more exposed than usual. Waving to all of them, you closed the door as quickly as you opened it.

He tried to process what had just happened. Did your laughter indicate that you had heard the conversation, giving the boys room to think that he had a small dick? It wasn't possible… Heeseung couldn't believe it, even though it was true as he started to hear his friends making fun of your reaction.

If she laughed, it was because she agreed.

Does he really have a small dick?

Shit, Heeseung, she's teasing you.

He didn't want to hear anything from his friends anymore, the small flame of anger consuming him for teasing him like that in front of his friends. It wouldn't stay like this. Heeseung wouldn't let you get away with it, just like you almost didn't let him get away with it on library day.

Without time for goodbyes or small talk, Heeseung left the room in a hurry, opening the door and closing it without giving time for protests or for any of the boys to follow him. Now, in the middle of the small crowd in the hallway, he dodged some dancing and sweaty bodies, looking everywhere in search of you or his sister who, perhaps, could know where you were. Heeseung had a small spark of hope that he could find you before you went somewhere he couldn't find anymore. Or worse, that you started to feel tired and drunk enough to want to leave.

Running down the stairs, he reached the ground floor in record time, even with some people getting in his way. Heeseung walked from one room to the other, his eyes increasingly attentive to the people, scanning the place until he finally found you. Standing at one end of the table with glasses piled up in front of you, while his sister was at the other end with a few more girls.

“My turn to play,” one of them said, excited enough to grab the ball and throw it before it fell into one of the cups. She and Dahyun celebrated that you would have to drink, and from the look on your face, it wasn’t that good.

Heeseung took hurried steps towards the table, watching you take the ball out of the cup and drink all the contents inside.

“How disgusting” you stuck your tongue out, making a fake vomit sound before discarding the empty cup right next to you. “Now it’s my turn” but your turn didn’t come. Before you could even throw the ball into one of the cups in front of Dahyun and the other girl, Heeseung grabbed your arm and slid his fingers through your hand until he took the ball out. “What the fuck—”

“I need to talk to you” he said.

“Oh, that’s our girl, finally Y/n!” you wanted to ignore those comments, especially because Heeseung’s eyes were so intense and focused only on you. He didn’t care that the girls were joking about that situation, or how Dahyun was saying some teasing things in a playful tone. As if his gaze was capable of erasing everything around him and leaving only the two of you in the center of everything.

“Heeseung.”

“I said I need to talk to you, let’s go” he threw the ball to Dahyun, grabbing your arm again to get you out of there as quickly as possible.

Strangely you didn’t protest, just accepting the boy in front of you leading the way out of the party and through the front door. The air that hit your skin almost made you shiver, but Heeseung’s touch was capable of warming everything in your body without giving you a chance to feel the cold outside environment.

He stopped walking as soon as the two of you passed through the entire front yard, the sidewalk almost devoid of anyone around. Everyone was lying on the lawn or the porch, except for the excessive amount that was already inside Yeonjun's parents' huge house.

“What do you need to talk to me about?” you finally asked, letting your voice be heard by Heeseung after a while of silence between the two of you. He then let go of your arm, turning towards you to face you. Looking around a little, he wanted to make sure that he wouldn't be interrupted or, worse still, that someone would hear your conversation. People had a slight impression that you and Heeseung always argued, but the only ones who listened attentively to this were your friends and his sister. Heeseung didn't want anyone else to know about these little details.

“You heard the boys’ conversation upstairs, didn’t you?” he asked you. His tone was usually serious, but with a hint of anger that was always directed at you.

“Wanting to know if you have a small dick? Yeah, I heard you” you laughed a little, regretting it the second Heeseung approached you. His eyes were glazed over anywhere on your face, at least you knew where he was looking. His chest rose and fell in a rapid breath as he leaned in enough to be able to look you in the eyes without losing your attention.

“Do you find this funny, Y/n?” his low tone of voice never had any effect on you, on the contrary, it always instigated you even more to tease him. Smiling now and then, pushing Heeseung’s buttons when he seemed mad at you. But this time it was different, his voice seemed to fade away as he said things to you that way. The look still in your eyes, now falling to your lips “So you think I have a small dick?”

“I didn’t say anything about that—” you were quickly interrupted.

“Answer my question” he said “Do you think I have a small dick?” Heeseung’s hand touched your waist, pressing his fingers tightly against the spot before pulling you against his body.

You swallowed any sound that could come out of your lips so as not to give him the satisfaction of seeing the effect he was having on you. Your pride spoke louder at least at that moment.

Thinking of all the possibilities that could answer his question, something popped into your mind. The instinct of rivalry and fight between the two of you couldn’t end so soon, and you knew that a remnant of the old Y/n that started all this with Heeseung still lived inside you. So you did the right thing by whispering those words.

“On ​​a scale of zero to ten, how angry will you be if I say yes?”

Heeseung felt like an idiot for letting a smile appear on his lips so easily, especially because of you.

“We’re going home right now, tell my sister to go with Jake” he said, not taking his hands off your waist until he took you to the car and they left that party.

You were both experiencing a little deja vu from the first night you were together, but something at that moment seemed to be a little slower. You arrived at the apartment without much of a rush because Heeseung drove carefully; the city streets at that time were not a safe place to speed, even if he was in a hurry. The silence in the building's elevator was not uncomfortable, much less the rustling of the keys when he opened the apartment door.

The path to his room was led by him, with dragging and slightly nervous steps – which you didn't notice and he was grateful – because you were equally nervous. The last time you made this path, you were in Heeseung's arms and with your mouth glued to his. Shy giggles and messy words were said as the two of you tried to balance each other until you entered his room.

When you entered the room again, the smell of Heeseung's cologne was still in the air. The same smell he had all over his clothes and inside the car, showing that when he had put on perfume a few hours before going to the party, the smell still lingered in the air. Your eyes searched around in search of some recognition, mentally cursing yourself for remembering practically everything. The shelf with trophies he had won, video games stacked perfectly next to each other, some dolls and superheroes. Nerd stuff that you had played with him for so long outside of that environment, but being in Heeseung's personal space and taking a good look at it was something new for you.

At that moment your thoughts flew to the boy in front of you who, delicately, wrapped his hands around your waist this time. The tender touch was a total opposite of what the two of you had been having lately, about everything that involved you and him. Heeseung pulled you closer, his forehead slowly touching yours, while one of his hands left your waist to touch your face. The touch of his fingers against your skin immediately made you close your eyes.

“Do you miss being here?” he asked in a playful tone, but the softness of that question made you wonder if you really missed being there. Even though it was the second time you had stepped into Heeseung's room under those circumstances.

“You're the one who misses having me here” you teased.

“Maybe so” he shrugged, smiling when you seemed surprised by his sudden confession, but you didn’t dare open your eyes. Shy enough not to be able to look at Heeseung while he was still caressing your face.

You had both consumed a little more alcohol than the last time you did this, but still, neither of you managed to get to the point of getting drunk. There was no way you could tell him that you drank too much at the games with Dahyun and the girls, and much less could Heeseung use the excuse that he was drunk with the boys. Again, you were both in that situation because you wanted to be.

“Y/n” he whispered your name, taking you out of the little trance where you could only hear your calm breathing and your heartbeats against each other due to the proximity of your body to his.

“Yeah” you answered.

“Can I kiss you again?” the first time he didn’t ask for permission in that scenario, Heeseung’s lips were simply against yours. But now, there inside his room, everything seemed different. All the tenderness and calm that you were strangely enjoying, while he didn't know exactly why he was caressing you so lovingly and asking permission for something he had already done.

“Yes, please” your answer surprised him more than it surprised you. You even said please, something that had never happened to him. Usually the only thank you you gave Heeseung or the only word of cordiality you said to each other was the famous good morning, and when Dahyun still insisted on the two of you.

Finally, Heeseung's lips pressed against yours, the soft touch of his mouth sliding over yours before he opened his mouth and urged you to do the same. Heeseung's chin slowly pressed against yours to keep your mouth open and enter his tongue into your cave, searching for your tongue and intertwining the two gently.

Although there was urgency in each touch, in how he wanted to kiss you and how you wanted to be kissed by him, something unsaid – but understood – was that you both wanted to enjoy that strangely pleasurable moment for both of you. Your hands went up to make contact with the collar of the jacket he wore, running your thin fingers under the leather before grabbing Heeseung's shoulders. Your skin against his made him sigh during the kiss, bringing you closer and walking with you towards the bed. Stopping only when his calf touched the wood indicating that he had reached where he wanted.

He was the first to stop kissing you, placing small kisses on your chin until he reached your jaw, where he lightly scraped his teeth and smiled when he saw the skin on your neck start to get goosebumps. You didn't want to be left behind, so your hands forced themselves on his shoulders to loosen his jacket and make it fall halfway down his arms. Heeseung grew impatient with that piece of cloth and soon got rid of the jacket, not bothering to throw it on the bedroom floor, wrapping his arms around your body again.

Heeseung returned with his lips against your skin, brushing whenever he could on every little spot before alternating with the tip of his tongue a short path down to below your ear. His breath so close was enough to make you go a little crazy more.

“We can—”

“We can do whatever you want” he told you, kissing the spot below your ear and returning to position his face aligned with yours. Foreheads together and feeling her breath hit his lips “Tell me and I will do it.”

It was your turn to kiss Heeseung, your hands holding his face to keep him close while his tongue wrapped around yours again. The perfect fit of your mouths and how the two of you, despite your need, didn't let go and didn't make a mess of it. Yet.

Heeseung picked you up just to lay you down on his bed, snuggling his body between your legs without taking his mouth off yours. He pulled away momentarily to breathe before kissing you again with even more desire. At that point you felt like you needed him even more, your legs wrapping around Heeseung's hips who, you could tell, was holding back from making any risky moves. Even though you both wanted that. But it was impossible to hold back any longer because of the way the kiss started to get sloppy and lazy. You didn't know that you could get even more excited by the way Heeseung's tongue moved against yours or how the softness of his lips remained even after you abused them for so long.

Involuntarily your hips rocked, feeling Heeseung's erection rub against your clothed pussy, making you both moan in sync.

“Fuck” he moaned into your mouth, swallowing another moan of yours as he pressed his hips against you so you could feel a little more of his cock.

“Heeseung” your hands ran down his arms, your nails making a reddish path against his skin as you marked him.

“Are you going to moan loudly now?” he teased, lifting his head to look at you. It would be typical of Lee Heeseung to comment on that while he had a hard-on and was between your legs, you should have imagined that.

“I think you need to keep your mouth busy and stop talking shit” you rolled your eyes at him, holding yourself back so that your arousal wouldn't turn into anger and you would hit the boy.

“Your wish is my command, ma'am” Heeseung smiled so seductively that you asked yourself countless questions at that moment.

As he slid down your body, taking off each piece of your clothing without your protest, you wondered. Heeseung always smiled mischievously at you, although the effects were always the opposite of what was happening. Maybe the vulnerability in which you and he found each other at that moment made you with your senses heightened, paying a little more attention than necessary. Of course, you saw Heeseung up close, in his most intimate form, just as he saw you too. So that would be a good explanation for why you felt strange when he, at that moment, directed the smiles that you knew so well, at you.

Looking down at the exact second that Heeseung took off your panties, you noticed how lost in thought you were at that moment. Did he undress you so quickly or were you thinking too much about his smile to notice that now you were both naked? It didn’t matter, the job was done and now you fought against your racing heartbeat as Heeseung’s face lowered to be level with your pussy.

As if asking permission with a glance directed at your face, you nodded slowly as he adjusted himself between your legs and placed a kiss on your thigh. His lips tickled your skin before sliding down to your groin and finally finding your pussy.

“Heeseung— shit” you held back a moan between your lips as the tip of his tongue touched your clit. Swollen and in need of his full attention which he was more than willing to give.

Heeseung wrapped one hand around your thigh, bringing the other to your pussy to part your labia and spread all your wetness on his fingertips. It was a sight he didn’t think he would ever see, but one he couldn’t stop seeing now. He needed to be in that position at least once a day, if possible. Heeseung’s fingers made their way across your pussy lips until they reached your hole, circling it before pushing in. He looked up, his face fucking gorgeous as you fought the urge to open your eyes.

He wrapped his lips around your clit to suck on your bundle of nerves at the same time his finger was inserted into your hole. The two sensations flooded you as you let out the most beautiful moan. It wasn't scandalous at all, on the contrary, it was low and sensual. A reminder of how Heeseung was making you feel with just a few seconds of giving your pussy proper attention.

Moving his finger inside you, he included another and the two began working in and out of your hole. The wet sound of his fingers fucking you along with the moans you were letting out made his cock throb. Heeseung felt himself getting harder and harder, aching and wanting to be inside you as soon as possible.

“Hee” you moaned that nickname that had been heard only a few times, but that was enough to make him want to hear it again. This seemed to motivate you a little more, because Heeseung inserted the third finger into your pussy and, leaning down again, he went back to kissing your clit and any other place his mouth could reach.

It seemed like the way he kissed your mouth, kissing your pussy so perfectly that you were going crazy. Your hands found their way into his hair, tangling a few strands without having enough strength to pull them out. You focused as much as possible on how well Heeseung was fucking you and his fingers curling inside your warm walls. It was the second time you had sex, but it seemed like he knew every spot on your body and how you should be touched.

Heeseung felt your hole tighten against his fingers, licking your clit more slowly, although the intrusion of his fingers into your hole wasn't that slow. He smiled against your pussy, lifting his face from there and crawling until his face was flush with yours. His fingers didn't stop fucking you even though his mouth was far from your pussy.

“Are you going to cum?” he asked in a deep and hoarse whisper, making you open your eyes and almost actually cum at that moment. His chin was covered in saliva and your wetness, making Heeseung even hotter than he looked.

You nodded quickly to him, bringing one of your hands to Heeseung's chin and sliding your thumb over the spots on his skin to clean it. Any other time this would have been kind of cute, warming both of your hearts with the act. Although he appreciated your care even if he didn't mind having a little bit of you stuck to his chin.

“I want you to cum looking into my eyes” he whispered “Can you do that?”

You had no way of knowing if you were capable of it, especially when his fingers started fucking you again so slowly, but so intensely. He made sure to go all the way to his knuckles, rotating and scissoring inside you with precision. Wanting to feel your warm walls enveloping them as he penetrated you. A scream burst from your throat when his thumb touched your clit, where his lips had been minutes ago. You moved your hips to match the movements of his fingers and that made Heeseung almost go crazy.

Your hands went back to touching his hair, one of them going to the back of his neck to pull his face close to yours. Heeseung kissed you to share a little of your taste on his tongue, to show you how addictive you were not only to the kiss but to the taste of your pussy that he was already starting to get addicted to. This was starting to get too much for you, the way he moved his tongue around as he kissed you to muffle your moans and the way his fingers filled you up nicely. A few more small strokes and a particularly hard press on your clit and you came undone, cumming all over his fingers and squeezing them like Heeseung remembered your pussy being capable of.

He held you throughout your orgasm, his fingers still inside you until your walls stopped convulsing and tightening. Slowly sliding out with all of your cum running down your fingers and into the palm of your hand.

“That was…” your words slowly faded as you noticed him pull away a little, enough for him to be able to place his hand between your face and his. The glow of your essence covering every little part of Heeseung’s fingers made your face heat up. It wasn’t the first time you had cum with him, but seeing it so close made you feel shy… You came all that and only on his fingers?

With an air of pride for having been the cause of it, Heeseung smiled before bringing his fingers to his lips and sucking every little drop of you. Fucking hot. He licked it all up with determination, just like he had done on your pussy until there was nothing left for him to clean.

“That was what?” he turned his attention back to you, a small smile on his lips as he leaned in again and now Heeseung's hips were pressed against yours.

Your pussy was still sensitive as his throbbing cock made contact with your folds. He let out a hiss, low and whimpering at the warm sensation that hadn't yet enveloped him. You wanted to surprise him just like he did to you, so slowly your lips enveloped his. A slow kiss to calm your heart that was still racing from the post-orgasm, but preparing yourself for what was on your mind as you felt him melt into your lips.

It was the calmness of Heeseung kissing you and the way you took his lips at that moment. Feeling the attention you gave to each caress, when your hands slid over his body… He just didn't count on how fast it was when you grabbed his dick and slid the red and sensitive head into your entrance.

“Y/n… Fuck, holy shit” he moaned. Being taken by surprise by the sensation, but unable to contain himself when he felt your hot hole envelop him. Quickly his hips pushed forward as if he was trained to do it, as if Heeseung needed to do it without thinking, just being close to your pussy like something magnetic to his dick.

In a quick movement, his entire dick was inside you, and you both moaned at the same second. You because you felt filled by his dick, killing the longing that was to have him inside you. That would never be admitted out loud. While he felt the warmth and sponginess of your walls enveloping every inch of his dick. A hot embrace that he needed more than ever. Another thing that wouldn't be admitted out loud either.

Heeseung adjusted himself, one hand resting on the side of your head while the other found its way to your hip. Supporting himself and squeezing the flesh of your skin as he rested his forehead against yours, looking deep into your eyes before starting to move.

You remember that the first time you two had sex, Heeseung practically fucked you. The force with which his cock entered and left you, the way he ate you out and you sucked him. It was an almost angry but needy sex, where the two of you poured out teasing and moaning. But this time was different. He also remembered the way you and he gave yourselves to each other the first time. How his hips tortured yours as his cock went in and out, hearing you moan his name so much that Heeseung could think it was devotion to him.

But this time he moved masterfully. Slowly and carefully, but each time his dick entered, Heeseung went intensely to the bottom, putting just enough force to make his dick enter you completely and reach the limit that was being in your pussy, reaching your deepest point. His dick slid perfectly inside you, combining his pre-cum with your fluids and the cum from the previous orgasm, all combined with the way he moved.

To add even more intensity to the sex, Heeseung remained with his gaze fixed on your eyes. His hand on your hip tightened as he managed to reach the bottom of your pussy or when your walls squeezed him at a certain point. He was on cloud nine every time your hole swallowed him and he felt your walls being slid by every inch of him.

“Y/n” the whisper of his voice made you mumble softly, as if answering his call and telling him that you were listening. Not wanting to say too much or simply interrupt what he wanted to say to you “That’s amazing” he slowly kissed your lips, the hand on your hip sliding down to grip your thigh “You’re amazing.”

He didn’t even care if it had been said that way or how you would react. By the way your eyes were soft on him, your mouth half open letting moans escape, Heeseung could tell you felt the same way.

“You’re an idiot” you whispered “But you’re amazing too, Heeseung” he chuckled against your lips as he kissed you again.

The sharing of each movement of your tongues as they danced in sync with his hips that were still moving against yours. His cock throbbed inside your pussy indicating that he wouldn't last much longer than that, although your pussy was addictive and he could fuck you all night. But Heeseung wasn't that strong when it came to you – at least not in the last week that he discovered what sex with you was like – so cumming was more than a necessity for him at that moment.

He quickened the pace of his thrusts, the sound of his pelvis hitting against your thighs quickly in search of the apex to share a little more intimacy. Heeseung thrust his cock into you fast, but with a certain care that made your chest heat up. And that was a combination of the overwhelming sensations that the two of you were sharing. His cock went to the limit, touching your cervix as he started and going a little harder and faster to fuck you with a little more need.

Heeseung rested his forehead against yours again, a silent plea that he wanted to see you cum with him or simply see your expression when the two of you came together. And with a few more strokes you felt the burning in the pit of your stomach. Your hands ran to hold his face, afraid that the two of you would turn away and you wouldn't be able to look at him while you came undone on his cock.

“Hee” you called him before moaning close to his mouth, sharing accelerated breaths before your walls closed around his cock, cumming hard. More than the first time on his fingers.

That was too much for Heeseung to handle, he wouldn't be able to hold back the feeling of your walls convulsing around his cock. Your cum slid all over his length and hitting against his pelvis. Heeseung felt his balls ache as he continued to pound his cock into you until he finally came. The hot and long jets of cum inside your pussy, hitting your insides hard. He moaned your name tirelessly as he continued to move in search of prolonging both orgasms.

For a long moment, the two of you remained in that position, trying to normalize your breathing, which was still more than accelerated. Heeseung held you as if his life depended on it, and so did you. Little by little, after your pussy stopped squeezing him and his cock stopped twitching, he slowly raised his hips to pull out of you. Both of you moaning together were almost no longer connected as before, he threw himself next to you on the bed.

“Don’t move” Heeseung whispered, although he knew you didn’t have the strength to do it. With great difficulty, he got up and made the well-known path to the bathroom outside the room. Thankfully, no one had arrived from the party yet, having the apartment just for the two of you. When Heeseung returned to the room, he had a small smile on his lips as he lay down next to you again, bending over you.

“What…” he seemed to have the power to interrupt you on the strangest occasions, catching you by surprise with unexpected actions. He cleaned you carefully, leaving no trace of the two of you between your legs, just like he had done in the bathroom with himself a few seconds ago. Heeseung discarded the damp paper in the trash next to the computer table, lying down next to you again and wrapping his arm around your waist. Just like he had done the first night you and he slept together.

But this time it didn’t seem so strange to you. What was strange was that you liked the feeling of having him so close like this, facing him and resting your hands on Heeseung’s exposed chest.

“So you…”

“Don’t say anything to provoke me now or I’ll hit you” it was your turn to interrupt him, making Heeseung laugh as he pulled you closer and hid his face in the crook of your neck. You didn't know what happened to you after Heeseung touched you, because every little thing he did made your whole body shiver.

“I was just going to say…” he whispered, his lips close to your ear, but with a subtle tone that was rarely – if ever – used with you “If you still think you hate me.”

“I do” you answered quickly. Heeseung laughed against your ear, lifting his face so he could look at you.

“Then I hate you too” he said back, pressing his lips against yours, but not kissing them like he always did when he was close enough to you. “Can we hate each other like we did today, then?”

It was your turn to laugh, making Heeseung feel strange now. His heart skipped a beat at the brightness in your eyes and the way you frowned when you were smiling like that. Was he paying too much attention or were the two of you close enough that he couldn't notice anything other than you and what you were doing? He wasn't sure.

“I think we can hate each other like this” you replied, seeing the small hint of happiness in his eyes and in the smile he gave you.

Pressing his lips slowly to yours, you let him kiss you so subtly like you never thought would happen. Because after all, you and Heeseung hated each other.

And you would hate each other the same way you did in his bed.

© ikeuverse, 2024. do not copy, translate or steal my stories.

[harrysfolklore]

lando norris being down bad for his girlfriend: a compilation

summary: lando norris can’t help but talk about his girlfriend whenever he cans, fans make compilation videos about it

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

Lando Norris could be described as someone who's not scared of saying whatever crossed his mind.

And that's why he never, ever, missed the opportunity to talk about his girlfriend whenever he had the chance.

He mentioned her during interviews, press conferences, social media post and even fan interactions. To the point where fans started making compilation videos with all the moments he publicly obsessed over his girlfriend.

The most popular one gathered millions of views on YouTube, showing multiple occasions Lando couldn't help but be down bad for her.

The video started with a clip from Q&A with fans, someone asked him about his favorite way to relax after a race. Without missing a beat, Lando replied, "Cuddling up with my girlfriend, of course. Nothing beats that."

"You're really whipped man, It's embarrassing," Oscar, his teammate, teased beside him, making the audience laugh.

"It's not, really." Lando shrugged proudly.

The next clip was taken from McLaren's Tiktok account, their content creator tried to do the "Can you watch my ___ for a second" prank on Lando.

"Oh my girlfriend already did this prank to me," Lando said, laughing at the camera, "Baby, If you're watching this, I miss you. Your pranks are way better than McLaren's"

The video moved to show Lando during a post-qualifying interview, his suit hanging by his waist and his fireproofs showing, when asked about his strategy for the race, he cheekily replied, "Well, first I'm going to call my girlfriend for some good luck wishes. Then, I'll focus on getting to the front."

"Zak Brown should hire your girlfriend as your strategist then," the interviewer joked.

"That would be great but I don't think we would be getting any job done. You know what they say about mixing business with pleasure."

The next clip showed Lando with his friend and fellow driver Max Fewtrell, playing a trivia game about how well did they knew each other. Max had to answer what was Lando's worst habit.

"I'm going to say leaving dirty plates around the house," he said, showing his board, "You do mate, admit it."

"My girlfriend would agree on that," he admitted, "She's always complaining about it."

"I don't know how she's still living with you."

"Because she loves me, and I would die if she leaves me."

On the same note, a video of Oscar teasing Lando followed right after.

"Who's most likely to snore?" Lando read the question, and Oscar quickly put ut the cutout with Lando's face, "How are you so sure? You didn't even hesitate."

"Mate, I've heard you, plus your girlfriend literally complained about not being able to sleep properly last night because you kept snoring."

"I did keep her up last night, but it wasn't just because of the snoring," Lando said, a cheeky grin on his face.

"Put the not safe for work disclaimer at the beginning of this video please."

The next segment was from Lando's own Youtube channel, he was doing a little vlog in Miami before the race weekend.

"Hi everyone," he said, filming himself in the mirror with his camera, "Today I'm back with another LandoLog, I'm going to be filming some behind the scenes of this Miami weekend, so without further ado, let's go," he moved the camera around, focusing on his girlfriend who was putting some mascara on her eyelashes, "Here's my beautiful girl, who takes ages to get ready. Say hi baby."

"Hi everyone," his girlfriend waved, laughing, "I'm not taking ages, I'm just making sure I look good."

"You always look good for me," Lando said, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before turning the camera back to himself, "See, I told you she's the best."

The next clip showed Lando and Oscar together once again, this time they were giving a tour around the McLaren hub.

"This is my driver's room," Lando said as he opened the door, "It's cleaner than Oscar's, clearly, and looks like I have a bed."

Lando moved to put together the small bed that was behind the door, "This is an upgrade from last year, we didn't have this. I'll be definitely giving it some good use, to nap or with my girlfriend."

"Can we have a video where you're not a horndog please?" Oscar said, putting his hands on his hips.

"You're the horndog, I never said what we were going to use it for, we're just going to cuddle."

The video moved to show one of Lando's post race interviews after winning the Miami GP, he had been asked ho would be the most excited person about this win besides him.

"My girlfriend, definitely. I couldn't have done it without her," Lando said, his voice filled with emotion, "She's been my biggest supporter, my inspiration, and my motivation. This win is as much hers as it is mine."

The video then cut to a scene from Lando's gaming stream with Max Verstappen. The two drivers were deep into a game of Call of Duty, their banter and laughter filling the screen. Lando was focused, his eyes glued to the monitor as he coordinated with Max.

Just then, Lando's phone buzzed on the table beside him. He glanced at the screen and his expression softened, the comment section noticing, "Hey, mate, I need to go. My girl needs me for something," he said, setting down his controller.

"Lando! Are you serious right now?" Max said, his eyes still glued to the screen.

"I am, see ya," he turned to the camera, smiling not so apologetically "Sorry, guys, duty calls. See you next time."

The last scene was a snippet from an interview, Lando had been asked what he saw in his future.

He paused, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Honestly? I see a lot of racing, hopefully some championships," he laughed, "but most importantly, I see her. I can't imagine my life without her."

The screen faded to black, showing a text that read: Get you a man who is as down for you as Lando Norris is for his girlfriend.