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mochacoda · 2 months ago

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night d(r)ive | yjh

Pairing: Yoon Jeonghan x GN!Reader

Synopsis: As a close friend of the most sought-after man on campus, you’d like to think that you know Jeonghan well enough to predict his thoughts on romance and his territoriality over ramen. (Spoiler: You don't.)

Content: Angst, Fluff, Comfort | Friends to Lovers | College AU

Tags: short hair jeonghan, extreme pining, liking ramen as a plot device, crying, being losers for each other, insecure reader, lots of konglish w/ translations, overly indulgent kissing, no "y/n,” this is for everyone who voted jeonghan in the poll <3

Word Count: 5.8K

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You‘d like to think that you know Yoon Jeonghan well. Surely, you do! Over the years, you‘ve come across—and committed to memory—dozens, if not hundreds, of his little oddities. You’ve witnessed his personality change with the length of his hair, and learned the hard way that cheating at card games is like second nature to him. At this point, you can recite more information about his pet rock than ramen, which is somewhat terrifying if you dwell on it for too long, considering that ramen is your favorite food.

But despite Jeonghan’s chaotic personality, you also know that he’s incredibly smart, having sat next to him in countless college lectures and trivia events.

Honestly, it can’t possibly be a stretch to say that you know the man too well, can't it? And at times, it feels a bit unfair that you can only reply, “oh, I know him,” when people fleetingly mention him in conversation. It hurts that you can’t clarify that you know him—that you can’t ramble on about how he made the stupidest joke to make you laugh when you were upset about your most recent midterm, or handmade you the sweetest present for your birthday, or let you choose your favorite film for movie night for the third time in a row—because no one wants to nor needs to hear about it.

But, unfortunately, that’s all you can think about these days.

Because, unfortunately, Yoon Jeonghan is simultaneously the funniest, weirdest, kindest, and most devastatingly handsome man you’ve ever met.

Yoon Jeonghan is the kind of guy who would drive 40 minutes out of his way just to pick you up, but also wouldn’t yield the last ramen at the local convenience store to you. Though he gives into his internal demands for petty possessiveness quite often, he cares deeply for his friends.

He’s also the kind of guy people are quick to fall for, only to get crushed by his nonchalant but somewhat firm indifference for dating. You’ve witnessed him casually turn down far too many objectively gorgeous and incredibly intelligent people, which has convinced you that his standards are impossibly high. And if you were honest with yourself, based on the people he’d already rejected, it would be laughable for you to even think about confessing to him.

And so, as a close friend of the most sought-after man on campus, you’d like to think you know Jeonghan well enough to predict his thoughts on romance and his territoriality over ramen.

In fact, you’re sure about the ramen issue, because you’re witnessing it happen right now.

You’re staring at his smirking face in the instant food aisle of the convenience store, both of you gripping the last Neoguri cup like it’s a trophy.

“You gotta learn patience,” Jeonghan tuts, his lips upturned infuriatingly at one corner.

“No, you should learn patience. 손 빼, [Take your hand off,]” you demand, grasping the cup tighter.

“싫은데? [Don’t wanna,]” he says in a sing-song voice, raising his chin in defiance.

The ramen cup creaks slightly under the pressure of your combined grip, and a terrible thought forms in your head. Your hand is sandwiched between his hand and the cup, making you feel the heat radiating from his body. It’s something you’re afraid you could get used to.

You narrow your eyes, targeting his ridiculous, perfect lazy smile. “Take it off while I’m being nice.”

“Nah,” he replies immediately, smiling wider, his tongue sliding to the right.

Your heart lurches at the sight.

“치사하게 진짜 이럴 거야? [You’re so petty, are you really going to be like this?]” You chew on your bottom lip, eyes flitting between his face and his hand.

Jeonghan tilts his head slightly, his dark eyes sharp and steady on yours. He’s not really looking at the ramen anymore, and the intensity of his gaze makes your cheeks feel like they’re on fire.

“내가 여기서 이 옷을 입고 있는데, [I’m wearing these clothes here,]” he says, using his free hand to pinch the fabric of the expensive suit he always wears at his internship. “굳이 라면 하나 때문에 나랑 싸운다고? 그냥 빨리 가자, 음? [You’re really gonna fight with me over just one ramen cup? Let’s just go now, hmm?]”

You press your lips together and jut your chin in defiance.

He sighs dramatically, shaking his head. His shaggy, dark hair flows with it, and you can’t help but think that he looks princely like this, standing in the middle of this convenience store with his stupidly gorgeous face, and that dumb suit and tie.

“양보해. [Give it up.] I’ll give you whatever you want,” he says, his voice dipping lower. It feels less like an offer and more like a taunt, a challenge. His tone sends a small shiver through you, and for a second, you’re not sure if he’s teasing or serious.

You have to take a slow, deep breath to calm yourself down before even considering what to say next. You’re grateful for the ride (and his company), of course, but that doesn’t mean he can steal your rightful claim under your nose, in the same casual manner he has when letting one of his fans down.

You’ve always given into him. Because he means everything to you, of course.

But you’ve had enough of letting him have his way so easily, not with your precious ramen at risk.

You boldly step closer to him, cutting the distance between the two of you in half. You’re close enough to see your reflection in his eyes, now.

“I’m not letting go, 하니 [Hannie].” You firmly shake your head. You wouldn’t let him win this time. “I don’t want anything but this,” you add, stubbornly.

Tugging hard, you try to pull the cup toward you, but it frustratingly remains stuck on the shelf between the two of you. Looking back up, you see that he isn’t even straining to keep the ramen in place! You frown, wondering when your best friend got so strong.

He leans in just a fraction closer. “Keep trying,” he murmurs, and he’s so close that you can feel his warm breath tickling your face.

The world narrows to Jeonghan, and the faint scent of the cologne he only wears on weekends. It’s dizzying.

“야아아! [Hey!] I was here first!” you weakly defend, voice embarrassingly squeaky.

And then Jeonghan does something that completely short-circuits your brain.

His free hand lifts and brushes your hair away to your back, before resting on the divot between your neck and collarbone, where his thumb caresses the side of your neck. Feather-light, his touch is gentle, and his fingers are impossibly warm, a stark contrast to this slightly chilly convenience store. You just about choke on your surprise, your heart kicking into overdrive at the sheer intimacy of the gesture.

God, how is it that you never get a rest day with Jeonghan? How is it that he’s always flirting, always disregarding the boundaries of platonic and romantic love, always making you confused? And how is it that you just let it happen, that you just take whatever affection he gives you? How is it that you’re drawn into his dangerous touch like a moth to a flame? Except that analogy doesn’t really work, because at least moths don’t know that they’re in danger when they reach fire—you know what you’re getting into, and you know all too well that Jeonghan will never be yours.

“Please?” he whispers.

Your breath hitches, suddenly aware that even for your overly-touchy friend, this level of skinship is extreme.

Does he know? Has he found out that you’re in love with him, that you’ve been keeping this ungodly secret from him for far too long? Does he know that every time he lets someone down, that every time he complains to you about people confessing and crying over him, you give him superficial laughs as you swallow your own feelings?

Does he know that you feel like sinking into the ground every time he entertains a random girl flirting with him, and that every time he crosses boundaries with you, it hammers in the fact that he thinks you’re a joke?

Does he know that you’ve spent over a year trying to convince yourself that you don’t have feelings for him, only to fail miserably, because there is no such thing as cutting Yoon Jeonghan out of your life, because he makes you feel so, so alive?

He must know. He must be making fun of you, now.

Your eyes widen, frantically searching his face for an ounce of malice. And you expect to see the look he always has when shredding the hearts of the brave people who confess to him, the face he makes when he casually tells someone that he doesn’t feel the same way. You expect to see an almost-cruel, blank stare paired with apologetic lips pressed together.

You expect him to crush your heart.

But instead, he’s staring at you with a gaze so, so, very soft, you wonder if you’ve hallucinated it. Shining eyes, raised eyebrows, mouth parted—he looks devastatingly beautiful.

You can’t even bring yourself to blink, afraid that it might disappear before you can commit it to memory.

Technically, he’s looked like this before—you’ve seen it a handful of times on movie nights when you leaned against his shoulder, sleepily rambling about the bad decisions the main character had made. You’ve always figured that it was just the face he made when he was running on eight percent battery, tired and only half-registering the words coming out of your mouth.

But now, seeing this version of Jeonghan out of its usual context, your heart stops.

Your grip slackens.

In an instant, Jeonghan takes advantage of your daze. He snatches the ramen, links his arm through yours, and drags you to the counter. Your feet stumble, but his hold on you is firm, keeping you stable throughout the entire sudden exchange. He sets a bill on the counter, and then you’re being ushered out of the convenience store.

The freezing cold bites at your cheeks as you stand in a haze of confusion by the passenger seat of Jeonghan’s car, unable to do anything but just watch as he starts the engine and unlocks the door. He stares at you through the window, waiting.

If you could move a muscle on your face, you’d furrow your brows, wondering what he’s waiting for. But you’re still frozen, and before you can really think about it, Jeonghan gets tired of waiting.

He gets out of the car and walks over to you, squeezing your shoulders as he shifts you a little to the left. Withdrawing one of his hands from your shoulders, he opens the door, and then maneuvers you inside, using the same hand to cover the top frame of the door. You bump your forehead slightly against it, and he buckles you into the passenger seat—all without a word.

When you blink owlishly at him, he just ruffles your hair and shuts the door carefully, then walks over to the driver’s side.

Dazed, you literally have nothing to say.

When Jeonghan gets back into the car, he looks over at you with an unreadable gaze, then reaches his hand over the console to you, this time holding an object out. Your eyes flicker downward, then shoot up at him immediately.

The ramen?

You squint at his outstretched hand, eyebrows furrowed in disbelief.

Jeonghan never yields.

“Take it,” he says simply, airily, as if his giving up was obvious all along.

You hesitate, finger lightly tracing the top of the cup.

“Come on,” he insists, his eyes still intensely trained on yours. “I… it was always yours.”

Your fingers close over the cup, brushing his hand. He exhales softly, the corners of his lips twitching.

Averting your eyes from him and his strange actions, you drop the ramen in your lap, then settle for staring outside the window at the night sky, finding it unbearable to look at him. Drumming your fingers against the border of the window, you get lost in thought. You’re not sure you can handle it if Jeonghan tries to flirt with you again. Every time he does it, it just hammers in the crushing idea that you’re nothing but a friend to him. That you’re just someone to practice on while he waits for the goddess of his dreams to appear, or something.

And then a strange thought occurs to you. A silly thought, really. When Jeonghan said that the ramen was always yours, he didn’t use the “ih” sound that the word “it” has. No, he used the pronoun “I” first, before correcting himself. A faint, pitiful smile makes its way to your lips as your heart pangs.

Just what would you give to hear him say “I was always yours” someday?

Oh, maybe everything.

────୨ৎ────

The gentle hum of the car engine fills the silence from the lack of conversation between the two of you. The moon and the stars are beautiful tonight, and you’re content with staring at them instead of the man driving the car. You prop your head up with your elbow against the window, closing your eyes with every lull of the engine. If Jeonghan ever looked over at you at a red light, you wouldn’t know, preoccupied with pretending to be asleep.

When you feel the car come to a complete stop, you’re still feigning sleep, but you can’t help but furrow your eyebrows slightly. Surely, 40 minutes haven’t already passed? It seems way too soon. Had you actually dozed off at some point between staring out the window and faking sleep?

You peek one eye open, only to startle at Jeonghan’s gaze trained on you already, immediately opening the other. He seems completely at ease, with one hand gripping the steering wheel and the other resting on the gear shift. He stretches his fingers, accentuating the veins on his forearms, and you have to avert your eyes for a moment.

“잘 잤니? [Sleep well?]” he asks casually.

You look back at him, and see a strand of his dark hair fall into his eyes. Fingers twitching, you fight the urge to brush it behind his ear.

You answer him with a nod and flush, wondering if he could tell you were acting the entire time. Hands itching for something to do, you fiddle with your seatbelt.

“야, 나 좀 보고 말해봐, 음? [Hey, can’t you look at me and talk, hmm?]”

You glance at Jeonghan out of the corner of your eye, then shy away again. He looks too good right now, too much like a doting boyfriend. You pick at a loose thread from the bottom hem of your shirt.

“자꾸 나를 안 보니까 섭섭하네. [You keep not looking at me, I’m sad.]”

You faintly laugh. In all your years of knowing the man, you’ve yet to see Yoon Jeonghan truly sad. He’s always, always composed. He never says anything without thinking about it first, and he doesn’t have to lift a single finger that he doesn’t want to, because he knows that people will jump just to fall at his feet. It’s funny that Jeonghan now just assumes that with a few pretty words, he’ll get his way.

But your resentment is growing. It started with the ramen, and built up with how he won at the end of the fight. And it peaked when he gloated under the guise of kindly yielding the cup to you, leaving you stranded in your confusion, leaving you to sort out your racing mind and heart. What’s worse is, he has a history of doing this to you. But you never learn. Because he also has a history of giving the best, warmest, longest hugs. And he tells you all the time that he wants to be with you forever, that even when you’re 80 and wrinkly, he’ll come over every day to sing duets using your karaoke machine. And he has a bad habit of staring into your eyes with so much adoration, that you mistake it for real love.

He has a history of making you think that his flirting might actually mean something real to him. But he never confesses any feelings, because they don’t exist, and you feel the pain of being used as romantic practice all the same.

You’ve tried to convince yourself to just accept his affections as platonic love, but it has become increasingly more difficult to ignore it. How can you, when you get a rush of serotonin from seeing how bright his smile is when he whispers an inside joke to you in the middle of your fatally boring math discussion? How can you, when Jeonghan insists on picking you up from work even though it’s a waste of time and gas for him to make the far drive here and back? Your heart has grown to accommodate, and even expect, the constant fluttering it feels in his presence.

So, to be exact, it’s not that you feel resentment toward him—it’s resentment for your lack of a backbone when it comes to all things Yoon Jeonghan. It happens all the time; you get mad at him, and the consequences last for all of five seconds before your will caves.

“근대, 안 섭섭하잖아, [You’re not sad, though],” you softly say, eyes now tracing the glow of the crescent moon.

Jeonghan shifts in his seat, questioning your words. ”What? Why would you say that?”

“아니야, [No,] forget it.” You sigh, eyes falling to your hands again. Picking at a hangnail, you inhale deeply.

“Why wouldn’t I be sad? I love talking to you.” He removes his hands from the wheel and gear shift, then reaches out for yours.

You flinch, and he freezes.

“Hey, did I… do something wrong?” His voice shakes, suddenly sounding strained. It’s the complete opposite of how he was just three seconds ago.

You swallow thickly. No, he didn’t do anything wrong. “아니, [No,] it’s my fault.”

He frowns. “What did I do? Please, tell me. I’m sorry, whatever it is, I can fix it, I promise.” He looks at you so earnestly, your heart sinks.

“그건 불가능해, 정한아. [That’s not possible, Jeonghan.]” The words come out slowly and breathily, as if it’s taken you half of your life force to say them. You stare out the window again, this time at the stars, and add, “We should really get back, now. Why’d you stop here, anyway?”

“I figured you didn’t eat yet,” he says carefully. “I thought you’d want to get Thai. When you’re hangry, you yell at the TV more, and I get complaints from my neighbors.”

You blink, turning your attention down to the stores lining the street rather than the night sky. Jeonghan really had driven to your favorite Thai restaurant. “Oh. I didn’t know I did that, sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he replies softly. “I never liked my neighbors anyway.”

Your eyes close, remembering when one of your classmates, who happened to be his neighbor, confessed to him. He had vented to you about friends needing to understand when not to cross lines. The memory makes you smile weakly again, acknowledging how strong you’ve been for managing not to confess so far.

Jeonghan continues, “But hey, your neighbors don’t like me, either. Remember when they banged on your door because we were singing too loud?”

You laugh this time, and it’s fleeting but it’s not forced. “언제 쯤 얘기야? [How long ago was that?] That was like two years ago.”

Jeonghan smiles. “You were wearing those teddy bear pajama pants, and I had my Cookie Monster pants on. They were like 70, and told us to stop being childish and grow up.”

“Maybe they had a point,” you say with a sigh, running a hand through your hair. “I didn’t know that you paid attention to those things,” you add offhandedly.

“Pay attention to what?”

“You know, just… the stuff I wear, the random shit I do,” you say, picking at your split ends.

Jeonghan’s wide eyes narrow, and you feel too hot under his intense gaze.

“Why wouldn’t I?” he asks, voice deep and tinged with something you can’t quite put a finger on. The question feels strangely charged. With what, you don’t know.

You gnaw on your lip.

“Answer me. Why shouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug, feeling put on the spot. “I’m just your friend. Shouldn’t you be spending your energy remembering weird stuff about a girlfriend? Like a serious romantic partner, or something?”

Jeonghan groans, running a hand through his hair, before it comes down on the console with a light thud. Your eyes widen at his unexpected physical display of emotion, taking in his clenched fists and heaving chest.

“하니? [Hannie?]” you say softly, concerned. He doesn’t normally resort to physical exertions when frustrated, probably because he doesn’t get frustrated very often at all.

Your hand reaches out to his right bicep, where you rub the muscle soothingly.

“Now you’re calling me 하니 [Hannie] again,” he says with a marginally more relieved, deep sigh.

You furrow your brows. “What?”

“Now you’re calling me 하니 [Hannie] again,” he repeats. “Please, don’t call me 정한 [Jeonghan]. Only 하니 [Hannie].”

“Okay?” you say tentatively, unsure where this is going.

“You know I love you, right?” he says suddenly, staring at his hands.

You blink rapidly. “Of course. I love you, too.” He’s your best friend, but you’re probably not his best friend.

Jeonghan jolts, looking at you directly in the eyes now. “You know I love you more, right?”

He looks a bit crazed like this, his frantic chocolate brown eyes searching deeply for something in your face. At a loss for words, you gape your mouth at him like a fish out of water.

“I’m not sure that’s possible,” you manage to say. “I bet I love you a lot more.”

The statement is accompanied by a rather self-deprecating laugh from you, the kind that digs deep into your heart even as you try your best to seem casual.

“No, no,” he says, reaching with his left hand to grasp the hand you’ve been patting his right bicep with. This time, you don’t pull away. “You don’t get it. I love you.”

What?

Your heartbeat begins to beat so loudly that the sound of it pumping overwhelms your thoughts. Your chest tightens, and you’re half-sure that you just hallucinated it.

“뭐라고? [What did you just say?]”

“사랑한다고, [That I love you,]” he chokes out, his voice thick with the one emotion you’ve been dreaming of him reciprocating.

You gasp.

“Please,” he whispers. “Please don’t be mad at me.”

Oh.

Crestfallen, your heart drops. You pull your hand away from him.

This must be his new way to get you to relieve your “anger.” He doesn’t actually love you romantically, he just wants you to go back to acting like you normally do. He’ll never feel the same way that you do, in the crushing way that drives you insane every day, in the way that—

“설마, 나를 지금 무시하는 거야? [No way, are you ignoring me right now?]” Jeonghan’s wounded gaze strikes you like lightning. “아니면, 나를 못 믿는거야? [Or, are you not believing me?]”

You open your mouth, but nothing comes out.

Is this real? A dream, maybe? The real Jeonghan would never say this. He would never, ever entertain the idea that you could ever be more than—

“내가 사랑한다고 했는데, 왜 아무 말이 없어? [I just said I love you, why won’t you say anything?]” Jeonghan’s voice quakes, and you’re taken aback by his pained, strained eyebrows and glittering eyes.

Jeonghan’s eyes well with tears. He swallows thickly, “나… 아니야? [Am I… not it for you?]”

Your breath catches. He’s crying. Yoon Jeonghan—Yoon Jeonghan is crying? You’ve never even seen him sad, let alone crying. He’s always been untouchable, effortless in the way he teases and flirts with you, so sure of himself. So nonchalant and casual with his affection, that you’d always thought he never truly meant anything by it. But here he is, raw and vulnerable in front of you, holding his heart out with both hands—eyes rimmed red, voice breaking, mouth trembling. All because of you?

He really means it, huh? The realization slams into you so hard you feel like you can’t breathe, let alone speak, your chest constricting like you’re having a heart attack. All those lingering touches, all these years. The way he’s always made you the center of his jokes, how he has the softest shifts in his voice when someone mentions your name—it wasn’t all a game to him? It was never just practice for someone else, for someone better?

It was love?

God, you had been so overwhelmed with self doubt and insecurity that you’d convinced yourself that you had no chance, all while he was giving you clues through his proud affections, every day.

The man in question looks at you like you’ve just shattered his fragile heart, tears fully trailing down to his chin, now.

Feeling like your entire body has been engulfed in flames, you reach a trembling hand out past the gear shift. It trembles despite yourself as your arm extends to caress his cheek, where you carefully rub his tears away.

Jeonghan shudders when your hand touches him, and he shuts his eyes. More tears fall.

“하니, [Hannie],” you breathe shallowly, still feeling an immense pressure in your chest. “Look at me.” When he doesn’t open his eyes, you swallow roughly. “하니, [Hannie], please?”

Stubbornly, Jeonghan keeps his eyes closed, and you shakily sigh. You want to tell him—no, you need to tell him that you love him with every fiber of your being, but you need to see his eyes to register whether he understands you. He needs to open those beautiful, brown eyes of his.

You’ve never told him that you love him in Korean before. Something about it always felt too intimate, while “I love you” in English felt less charged. But you think he needs to hear it now.

Withdrawing your hand from his cheek, you unbuckle your seatbelt at last. Finally freed, you shift your legs until you're sitting on the back of your calves, facing the stunning, devastated man in the driver’s seat.

“하니야, [Hannie],” you say softly, his name a prayer on your lips, your face coming near his.

You raise your hands up to tenderly brush the tears away from the soft tissue right under his eyes. Trembling, your right hand brushes a strand of hair out of his face, then rests on the back of his neck.

Heart threatening to jump out of your chest, you hesitantly move closer, and closer, until your lips gently meet his forehead in a kiss so light, you foolishly wonder if he even feels your lips there at all.

“하니야, 사랑해. [Hannie, I love you.]”

Jeonghan stills immediately. You can feel his hot breath catch against your neck, and you feel a shiver come down your spine.

“I don’t want anyone else. Just you,” you say choppily, each word spilling out before you can think about what you really just said.

When you retreat an inch or two back from his forehead, you can see that he has finally opened his eyes.

“You mean it?” he asks, voice high-pitched in disbelief.

Not trusting your voice, you nod three times.

“Say it again,” he begs, his red-rimmed eyes downturned.

“사랑해, 하니야 [I love you, Hannie]. I tried so hard not to. 내 마음을 접고 다른 사람을 바라보고 싶었어. 싶었는데… [I wanted to let go of my feelings for you and search for someone else. That’s what I wanted, but…]”

Jeonghan inhales sharply. Distressed, his Adam's apple bobs up and down. Your heart aches at the sight of him so exposed, and your thumb moves to rub soothing circles by his collarbone.

You assure him, “근데 그게 진짜 그냥 안 된거야. 도저히 너를 포기할 수 없었어. [But that really just didn’t work. There was no way I could bring myself to give you up.]”

Your fingers close to his neck, you feel Jeonghan’s pulse racing. Trying to help his heart settle down, you press another light kiss to his forehead, cradling the back of his head with your other hand. His breath shudders against your cheek.

“마음이 하니한테 만 끌리니까, 뭐… 포기하려고 노력을 했는데 소용이 없었어. [My heart was only drawn to you, Hannie, and well… no matter how hard I tried to give you up, it was no use.]”

Jeonghan blinks up at you with watery eyes.

“You’re it for me, 하니 [Hannie]. Okay?” Sheepish, you feel a bit embarrassed at having been so honest.

Now that you’ve bared your heart and soul to him, you take the opportunity to really look at him, since you were distracted with telling your part for the past few minutes—and, oh.

His pupils are so dilated, his eyes look almost black. His breathing has slowed down compared to earlier, but his fists are still clenched, like he’s holding something back.

In a low voice, so deep that it wouldn’t have been audible if you weren’t practically pressed against him, Jeonghan finally responds to your confession.

“You love me,” he says hesitantly, like he’s asking to confirm.

The corners up your lip turn up, and he grins. “You love me,” he says again, only louder this time, and then he’s leaning forward into you.

His hands find you first, clinging to your neck and waist sweetly yet firmly, like he’s afraid to let you go now that he finally has you.

When his lips meet yours, you melt into the kiss. His lips are warm, softer than you expected, moving against yours with an aching tenderness. Your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt as his hands tighten around your waist, pulling you in like he’s afraid you’ll slip away.

He tilts his head slightly, deepening the kiss, and a shiver runs down your spine when his thumb brushes along the curve of your jaw. The touch is so careful, so reverent, like he’s memorizing every part of you.

Then, he pulls back just an inch—just enough for his breath to fan across your lips, his forehead resting against yours. His eyes, dark and unreadable, search yours as if needing confirmation.

"You love me? 진심이지? [You’re serious, right?]" His voice is barely above a whisper.

Your chest tightens at the sheer vulnerability in his expression. You cup his cheek, brushing your thumb against his damp skin, and nod. "사랑해, 하니야. [I love you, Hannie.] 진짜, [Really,] I always have."

A sound escapes him—somewhere between a laugh and a sigh of relief—before he leans in again, kissing you with more urgency this time. His hands tangle into your hair, fingers curling at the nape of your neck as he presses you impossibly closer. The kiss is deeper now, more certain. He parts his lips slightly, and you do the same, the heat between you growing into something undeniable.

Your hands wander—one slipping into his hair, the other trailing down his shoulder. He shudders under your touch, and you feel the tension slowly unraveling from his body, like he’s finally letting himself believe this is real.

When you finally part for air, he lets out a shaky laugh, thumb ghosting over your kiss-swollen lips. "You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this," he murmurs, his voice husky.

Your heart swells at the confession. "Actually, I think I do," you whisper back before pulling him into another kiss, this time knowing—without a doubt—that neither of you are going anywhere.

────୨ৎ────

“하니, [Hannie,]” you say, leaning against him on the sofa in your apartment, drawing random shapes on his chest with your right hand. “We should go on a drive again.”

“Mm, a drive?” he says, distracted by his fascination with observing your left hand, holding it like a precious gem.

“Yeah, 바람 좀 새자 [let’s get some air]. A night drive.”

His hands stall, lips curling up at the corners. “Oh, a night drive, huh? 역사적인 거네. [How historic.]”

You bury your face in his chest. “Mmh,” you say to his shirt.

“You know, you said 사랑해 [I love you] to me for the first time on a night drive,” he says casually. His hands let go of your left hand, then make their way to your head, patting your hair gently.

You prop your chin up on his stomach, expecting to see Jeonghan’s pure smile. But instead, he’s smirking at you.

“You wanted me so bad.” He sighs dramatically. “What else could I do, but accept your love?”

You can’t help but smile. “I think you’re misremembering things a little, 하니 [Hannie].”

“Oh, am I?” he gasps, wide-eyed and open-mouthed.

If he were anyone else, he’d look stupid feigning ignorance. Fortunately for you, though, he isn’t anyone else—he’s the love of your life, and he makes everything look good.

“Ugh,” you say, eyes shining. “You look dumb, stop it.”

“You love it,” he says cheekily, arms falling from your head to wrap around you in a big hug.

“Mmfph,” you say in response, relishing in the warmth radiating from his body.

“Not denying it, I see,” he says. “Overwhelmed by your love for me, you dove at my poor, innocent self in the car, kissing me all over!”

“Pfft,” you laugh. “No, that was you!”

“No,” Jeonghan pouts.

“I happen to remember a little crybaby confessing first,” you say with an upside down smile, hugging him tighter.

Jeonghan’s eyes look up at the ceiling. “무슨 말인지… [I don’t know what you’re talking about…]”

“야아! [Hey!]” your hand slaps his chest lightly. “나 좀 봐봐, 음? [Look at me, hmm?]”

“싫은데? [Don’t wanna,]” he says, pouting.

“사랑해도 안 볼 거야? 섭섭하네… [Even if I love you, you won’t look at me? I’m sad…]” you huff, burying your face into the sofa pillows instead of Jeonghan’s chest. “하니가 안 사랑해주면 난 갈 거야. [If you don’t love me I’m gonna leave.]”

Jeonghan laughs, “가긴 어딜가, 여기 너네 집이잖아. [Leave? What do you mean, leave? This is your house.]”

Jeonghan hugs you tighter, then suddenly sits up, taking you with him.

“사랑해, [I love you,]” he says earnestly, staring deeply into your eyes, as if he wants to dive into the depths of your iris. Your name leaves his lips fervently, like a prayer.

“사랑해, 하니야, [I love you, Hannie,]” you say back, and you mean it.

Because Yoon Jeonghan is simultaneously the funniest, weirdest, kindest, most devastatingly handsome man you’ve ever met. And he’s yours.

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Author's Note: here’s a big literary hug <3

Disclaimer: nothing i write is representative of how svt acts off camera, take their names as stand-ins for oc's!!

Taglist: @syluslittlecrows - @junplusone - @fragmentof-indifference - @junniesoleilkth - @woncheecks - @peachypie97 - @viciousdarlings - @11zzyy

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koralcove · 3 months ago

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prompt: for 800 years, rafayel has waited for you. and now, it's your turn to get a taste of centuries of longing and frustration. but he wouldn't make you wait that long. maybe only for 800 minutes. contains: edging, begging, praising, dumb fucked, rafayel calling you various pet names, oh, and did i already mention the absolutely indescribable blue balling for the both of you?, also hint of angst if you squint reaally hard.

a/n: help, y'all be panicking and asking that "who be fucking for that long, damn?" it's a build up. so no, they have not been fucking for 13 hours long. there's a build up of it throughout the day. i just wrote the particular scene where they be fuckin, just to clarify. my dumb ass just wrote this when i listened to too much spicy audios, so i got too excited and just went out with it. (and 13 hours of sex is a different kind of marathon sex now.)

"a-ah! fayel, please-!"

"ooohhh, miss... i'll treat you so right. so good. you won't want anything else."

the snap of his hips makes your mind delirious, squirming under him, all red-faced and teary-eyed. your body magnets his as he presses himself against you, as if any lick of skin of his won't be satisfied without your full touch.

"rafayel- hah! fayel..." you beg hoarsely at him. your clit aches with every snap of his pelvis against yours, so sensitive, yet also so numb. minutes, hours, time, or even infinity pass by as he continues to pound into your pussy relentlessly. the tight ball in your core never snaps, and he keeps teasing and pistoning into you without any sign of stopping. only when he feels the tightness of your walls going snug around him with your thighs pressed desperately on his waist does he will himself to do so.

"want you so bad. want all of you. need you. need to be in you. fuck- cutie, i don't wanna leave you. need to be in you. forever... haaaaah!" he babbles into your neck, the words caressing hotly in your ear and spinning your mind into a heated and mindless frenzy. rafayel doesn't know how he's still going, doesn't know how he can still stop when your gummy insides hug him so warmly, so invitingly. and yet without fail, he does.

the heat and pressure grow impossibly fast, coming into you like a big tidal wave that's about to wash over you.

"pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease, fayel-"

and then he does it again. cruelly stops just as you're about to reach that heaven that you've been craving for hours. it rips out a sob of frustration out of you, eyes glossed with mourning over the loss of your euphoria. a hand comes to gently take your arm out of your wet face, cooing so softly at you that you think he would've felt sorry for you. and he is. but his cruelty runs as deep as his love in this moment, and he revels in the perfectly pink flush of your skin, wanting to etch that colour into his mind and recreate it into a canvas.

"shhh, shhhshhhshhhshhh. pretty girl, don't cry. don'tcrydon'tcrydon'tcry. i know it hurts. i know it does, sweet pearl. but you're doing so good. doing so so great. didn't cum yet, just like i said."

he feels your body tremble, walls spasming so deliciously around him that it spills a raw guttural moan out of his pretty pink lips. and his cock aches hard. so hard, that he's doing the best he can to breath evenly. to not fucking come inside you like he knows you deserve, that you want. but you don't now. not yet.

"breath for me, cutie. need you to breath for me." he swipes away the stray strands clinging on your sticky forehead. though he's just as wrecked as you — pupils blown so wide that the flecks of purples are practically swallowed by it, heart racing and reverberating from his chest in rapid breaths, skin glistening with a glossy layer of sweat, and thighs quivering from the exertion of fucking into you for hours while denying himself as well.

somewhere along the throes of the heated moment, rafayel had decided to play along with holding off his own end as well. he's already had his share of his own release, his sticky essence coating your thighs and the insides of your pussy with your juices that his studio was filled with nothing but the lewd noises of your skin slapping and rubbing against one another for hours. and, god, did it hurt. it hurts so good that his abdomen strains with ache from the denial. his cock so fucking swollen inside of you that it almost hurts to even keep on pounding into you with how your velvety walls stimulate him so beautifully into madness. but the pained look of pleasure on your face eggs him, and he has to hide himself into your neck so he wouldn't end up getting off immediately just from your expressions alone.

"been so long... too long. please. wanna cum, rafa. wanna cum so bad, it hurts." you hiccup. you've been straining for hours physically and mentally. the seemingly innocent brushes and low whispered promises of earlier piling up in your body throughout the day like coal, blazing into a fiery pit of his doing. how foolish of you to think that you could withstand it, thinking he'll give in to you. but no. seeing his control and dedication to withholding through this challenge was something you've never expected from him. rafayel, who aches and seeks your touch. he, who was always so pliant under your hands from your searing caresses. but now, he was the one in control. and he was damn good at riling you up.

your back arches slightly, body strung up so tight that even just the smallest stir of his cock or the slightest shift of his mons brushing against your clit would send electric shocks through you and probably push you to the edge. and rafayel was very aware of this, fighting to keep still in you, trying so hard to keep his hands away from caressing and groping onto your skin when it practically burns for you. sometimes, it gets so hot that you think that his evol is acting up.

"shh, it's not yet time, lovely. you know how long you still have to wait."

you honestly lost track of time of how much time you still have to endure this hellish circle of your body crescendoing to a high only for you to be pulled down so roughly from it. sniffles rack your body as you taste the saltiness streaming down your face. rafayel kisses it away.

he coos gently at you, whispering soft and reassuring words like one would to a timid shaking animal that needs to be calmed. you retort back with mindless babbles of whines and cries of him being so mean, incoherent words filled with empty bitterness at the situation, of how cruel this test was to you. he only answers with a nuzzle to your neck, pressing light kisses on it, catching the salty taste of your skin and desperation. distantly, he thinks that he knows that feeling all too well. the longing and aching, the desperation and desire of having something so close only to be tugged away from your grasp the moment it becomes too good to be true when it nears you... he lives and breaths with that feeling all too well.

the soothing caress of your hair and his frustrating resilience of keeping still in you eventually calms your body. you could only sniffle as you are left powerless from his skilled hands, grounding you from the high that he so deliciously almost took you to, but also pulled away from. your face turns away from him, an image of silent defiance from a petulant child who was denied the toy they wanted. but he takes his time with you with a patience that you didn't know was capable from the bratty man-child that you know.

when the buzz of your body dies down, you only lay in silence now. rafayel's head rests on top of of your chest, the beat of your heart an instrument that soothes his own desires. he absently traces mindless shapes just above your breast, and your eyes take in the gradient hues of the sky. his eyes follow to where your gaze is, and he sighs lightly, breath fanning against your cooled skin.

he sits up slightly, tilting your head to meet his eyes that are only ever full of devotion to you. you can't help but melt from the sight. he's always so expressive yet so unreadable that he becomes a mystery to you at times. but when he looks at you with those eyes, full of fondness and longing that's incomprehensible to you, you can't help but mimic the affection.

he sweeps down for a kiss, tender and sweet, before he pulls away and rests his forehead against yours. when he intertwines his hand into yours, you brace yourself for what's to come.

a slow, sensual gyration of his hips, making sure to not overstimulate your poor clit too much, and a few small thrusts test your sensitivity. you can't help the hitched gasp that leaves your mouth, squeezing his hand as his pace is steady. but you know it's only a matter of time before that changes.

your ears pick up his voice, but not the words of his native tongue. but they sound sweet to you, until it eventually changes into breathy gasps and desperate whispers as his hips slap hard against yours. the gentle squeeze of his hand in yours turns into a dull pain as your nails dig into his knuckles, feeling the slow heat of euphoria build into you once more.

your mind reels at the thought of him thrusting into you violently, the squelch of your fluids mingling into the dusk air. he'll take you higher again, body moving with a frenzied fashion that will mush your brain into only thinking of wanting and needing more. and then he'll stop again as you come closer to your peak, kissing your tears away. and then he'll do it again. again and again and again and again, ruining you and building you back up.

you still have 160 minutes left.

#love and deepspace #rafayel #rafayel love and deepspace #lads rafayel #qi yu #rafayel x reader #rafayel x you #rafayel smut #love and deepspace smut #lads smut

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awearywritersworld · 1 year ago

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there can be no covenants between men and lions

ryomen sukuna x reader summary: sukuna would rather contemplate your murder than come to terms with his feelings for you, but you call him out on his bullshit. w/c: 3k tags/warnings: enemies to lovers. angst to fluff. aged up!yuuji. heavy kissing. features yuuji x reader and he is, of course, best boy. cursing. sukuna decides he wants to kill you (so obviously there are mentions of murder and such) but cant even stand the sight of you upset, what a goof. i'd once again like to think sukuna's not too ooc in this but im still more than likely delusional. not canon compliant. fem!reader. no use of y/n. no manga spoilers. a/n: i was so touched by all of the love that part one received, i wanted to try my hand at part two. i hope i've done it justice! just as part one references homer's the odyssey, this references homer's the illiad because sukuna is very hot and well read. achilles, the protagonist of the novel, is discussed. i'm definitely open to writing a part three, because this one is much heavier on the angst and i miss soft sukuna from part one. series masterlist // masterlist

you and yuuji rarely argue, but when you do, it's often over his aversion toward seriousness, even when a situation calls for it. though you really should have kept your mouth shut, because in this moment, you'd give anything to see his typical carefree expression.

his eyes are regarding you intently, taking in your flustered appearance with knitted brows.

"yuuji..." you trail off, wracking your brain for an explanation of your current predicament.

despite the fact he regained control of his body only moments ago, one of his hands is curled around the back of your neck, while the other is resting on your hip.

"baby, what happened?" he presses, the tone of his voice entirely unreadable.

"s-sukuna," is all you can manage to choke out.

his eyes darken immediately, his jaw tensing in a way that intimidates you. "he hurt you."

you really can't tell if it's a question or a statement, and your response comes a little too quickly. "no! that's not... no."

the next few seconds tick by in a slow sort of agony, heat creeping up your cheeks.

he notices for the first time that his head is eerily quiet. no snide remarks, no scathing commentary. just his own thoughts as he pieces together the situation.

his gaze drops to the angry, red marks littering your neck and you watch in helpless horror as understanding passes his features.

"oh."

the word hangs in the air as you await his reaction, fully anticipating disgust and betrayal. you're positive it's only a matter of time before he throws you out of the apartment and tells you to never come back.

what you don't expect, however, is the way his shoulders relax as the tension leaves his face.

he straightens himself, arms falling to his sides, but he doesn't put any distance between your bodies.

"how long have you...?" he's not quite sure how to phrase the question.

"a few months. this was the first time anything... um... happened. we usually just talk."

he tilts his head to the side, so you clarify. "after you've fallen asleep."

mulling over the information, he hums in response, looking thoughtful for a few more seconds. then, his usual demeanor is back and he grabs your hand. "wanna get dinner? i'm starving!"

he tugs you a few feet toward the door before you come to your senses. "woah, woah. wait a second, yu."

when he looks back at you expectantly, you find that his face holds not one hint of bitterness or judgement. "aren't you angry?"

you're amazed to find that he's the one looking sheepish.

"how could i be? it's not exactly easy to be with me when i have a thousand year old curse rattling around in my body, but you stay anyway," he expresses, making your heart soften. "i just want you to be safe, so i'll take whatever relationship the two of have now over him being a threat to you."

as your hands reach up to cradle his face and your eyes sparkle with adoration, you briefly wonder how you ever found such a sweet man. he places a quick kiss to your lips, the smile on his face easy going as ever. "sooooo, i'm thinking takoyaki or maybe udon—"

"we can get whatever you want," you glance at the spatters of blood across his chest left there from the mission, no doubt from sukuna's careless slaughter. "as long as you go wash up first."

"right!" he agrees quickly, bounding off to the bathroom.

you stand alone in the middle of your living room, left with the ghost of both yuuji and sukuna's lips against yours and a sense of bewildered excitement.

back in his prison, however, sukuna is furious with himself. he should have let you die that day he kept you from being run over. better yet, he should have killed you with his own hands before the brat won back control of his body.

he is a terrible being that delights in carnage, a fact that's well known even centuries later. so why, when he could have done anything in the world, did he go to you? you even asked that same question before you—

he rejects the memory of you pressing your lips to his disdainfully.

your foolishness and your naivete are revolting. your softness and your pliancy are nauseating.

he shouldn't have been anywhere near you, if not to rip your obnoxious heart from your chest like he'd always planned. it was a situation he'd dreamt about and now it's slipped through his fingers, even though those same fingers had graced your fragile little neck.

you were nothing more than a clueless mouse in the jaws of a snake, and though the pains of hunger have been tearing at its stomach for years now, the serpent let itself starve.

sukuna retreats to his domain, fingers prodding at his temples irritably. he allows himself to wallow for a few hours, shutting out both you and the brat.

then, steeling his resolve, he begins to watch and wait like the predator he knows himself to be.

lulled into a false sense of security regarding your safety, it's clear that yuuji has let his guard down. just barely so, but enough that sukuna can see a few weaknesses in his chains. ironic seeing that, now more than ever, the king of curses wants you dead.

it goes without saying that he promptly ceases his nightly interactions with you. it's beneath him, wasting his time with a human. he knows that now.

but while he may not speak to you, he cannot refrain from stealing glances as the days stretch on. you're usually reading, completely oblivious to his watchful eye. he convinces himself it's simply to keep tabs on you, as he's deemed you his foremost enemy.

he's not sure how much time has passed when you begin calling out for him in hushed whispers after yuuji falls asleep, the hurt and confusion in your voice plain to him. it's irksome, and evidently, you're incapable of taking a hint.

his silence becomes more painful with each turn of the moon. you're a bit mortified to find that you genuinely miss him, so you just want answers. did he finally realize that you're nothing special, not worth bothering with?

eventually, growing restless, you all but beg him. "sukuna, please. talk to me. what happened? what'd i do wrong?" his chest tightens with what he believes is vexation. "you can't just make me like you and then disappear. you can't kiss me like that and then—"

"you insolent, maddening little creature!" his eye flies open just in time to see you gasp, your body jerking away from him. "shut up already! can't you see i want nothing to do with you? don't you tire of being pathetic?"

you don't dignify him with a response, swallowing thickly and turning away from him.

finally, he thinks, some fucking quiet. though if he's gotten what he wanted, why does his chest still ache?

he stares at the back of your form until the sun rises.

sukuna is no simpleton. he can be patient when he is sure of a reward, but he's thrilled that the perfect opportunity arises just two days after your encounter.

yuuji is exhausted. gojo kept him out all last night, despite the grueling mission he had today, and when he all but stumbles through your apartment door, the moon is already high in the sky.

you never mention the change in your relationship with sukuna to yuuji. even though he was so understanding, you still feel a touch awkward discussing it further. and maybe in the back of your mind, you're holding out hope that it might go back to the way it was.

sukuna watches through yuuji's eyes when you greet him, your expression half concern and half 'i told you so'. nights out with gojo usually lead to this very situation.

he showers while you finish cooking dinner and once you both eat, he helps you clean up despite his exhaustion. after whispering his thanks and pressing a kiss to your temple, he retires to bed.

you promise you'll join him soon, but sukuna knows it probably isn't true. following his outburst, you've taken to staying in the living room until you're ready to sleep.

yuuji's out before his head hits the pillow and nearly two hours later, you're still not in bed. sukuna's eager, but waits until he's sure the brat's deep in his slumber before he tries to take over. it's relatively easy, and he pushes down yuuji's unconscious mind as far as he can before rising to his feet.

this is finally it. he stretches his limbs lazily, a dangerous smirk settling on his lips. the floor creaks with each step he takes, but he pays no mind to stealth. you're no match for him.

tonight, you'll be his first victim of many and the thought of making up for his past misjudgement has him giddy with excitement.

but the sight that greets him upon exiting the bedroom— you curled into yourself on the couch, your shoulders shaking with quiet sobs— it stops him in his tracks.

he wants to move, more than anything, so what the fuck is wrong with him? is the brat taking over already?

and why is that uncomfortable sensation making it's home in the center of his chest once more?

when you notice his presence, your face shifts to him and reveals your wide, teary eyes. it's clear you're surprised by his appearance, but you quickly bury your face in your knees.

you just want him to leave you alone. you hate him for what he said, for what he did. he forced his way into your life, made you care about him, and then he just vanished. he's cruel and you feel like an idiot because you should have known that from the beginning. or maybe you did and he just made you forget.

"go away. i.. i don't want to see you."

he's disbelieving, for a brief moment, that here you are giving him orders while he stands in the doorway with the intention of taking your life.

he moves toward you, invading your space in a way that is meant to be intimidating, but when you look up at him, every emotion ranging from sadness to rejection to indignation is etched into your features. though the terror he hoped to inspire is noticeably absent.

"i said go away!" you swiftly stand up, your hands meeting squarely with his chest as you push him with every ounce of power you have.

you may as well have shoved a brick wall, as he doesn't move even a fraction of an inch. he seizes one of your wrists anyway.

"what is it you think you're doing, exactly?" he spits.

"let go of me!" you beat against his chest with the hand he left free until his fingers wrap around that wrist too.

"enough."

he's certain there isn't a being that has attacked him (if he can even call that an attack) and lived to speak of it, not once in an entire millennia.

so just end the insolent brat and be done with it, he urges himself.

but he can't and he doesn't understand why, so he just stares down at you.

"what the fuck do you want?" you mean for it to come out forcefully and full of spite, but your voice cracks before you can finish.

an excellent question, indeed. what does he want?

he doesn't answer you and it's so goddamn frustrating that you begin to cry again, rambling to fill the discomforting silence. "you've already told me i'm pitiful and annoying. it's clear you think my company is insufferable, that i'm undesirable—"

that ache in his chest is unbearable now. it claws at his ribcage and shreds the flesh of his heart. it makes his stomach twist uncomfortably and rings shrilly in his ears. he can't even hear you anymore, but he can still see the tears sliding down your cheeks and the way you gasp between words.

the truth of the matter crashes down on him and the devastating weight of it is so crushing it squeezes the air from his lungs.

that feeling in his chest isn't annoyance or repugnance. its anguish— the kind that rattles his bones and leaves him sick with regret.

it's because you're in pain, and worse yet, he is the cause of it.

sukuna pushes you back against the wall before you can comprehend what's happening. his hands find either side of your face and you're alarmed to find that he looks... frightened.

"what are you doing to me?" he pleads for an explanation, because he sure as hell doesn't have one.

how can one little human hold such power over him? it's unnatural. it defies all logic and reason.

you stare at him, open mouthed. his face is so close that his breath fans across your skin and it makes you feel dizzy.

"what are you talking about?" you finally ask.

"you should be dead right now," he frets, despair seeping into every word. "it should be easy."

it dawns on you that you should probably feel afraid, but you just don't. his touch is firm, but careful. and there's no malice to be found behind his eyes. "you're not making any sense."

he thinks back on the time you've spent together, trying to figure out how the hell he ended up here— him at your mercy, rather than you at his. he remembers the first time he made you laugh and considers that it may have been the beginning of his unraveling. for the following two weeks, you both discussed homer at length as you made your way through his poetry.

"there can be no covenants between men and lions. wolves and lambs can never be of one mind, but hate each other through and through." you blink at him, recognizing at once that he's quoting the illiad. his voice is low and unsteady in a way that suggests desperation. it makes you shiver. "therefore there can be no understanding between you and me, nor may there be any covenants between us, till one or other shall fall."

your eyes narrow as you begin to understand his his internal struggle, though you're unsure if he's attempting to reason with you or with himself.

"you quote achilles, and rightfully so i suppose, given your common qualities— exasperating pride and a penchant for meaningless violence." he looks relieved, like your seeming agreement eases his mind. it's short lived. "but you forget his passion."

his gaze shifts away from you, his hands withdrawing from your face.

"his passion?" he repeats as if it's the most incredulous thing he's ever heard.

"by the end of the story, is he not acquainted with regret, sympathy, and respect? he doesn't remain blind to the error of his ways forever."

"only a foolish human could make such fanciful deductions," he chides through gritted teeth, still refusing to meet your eye.

you actually laugh at him. "perhaps you shouldn't call upon achilles to make your point after all. at least he grows out of his utterly childish view of the world."

"how dare you?" he demands, his features growing wild as one hand finds your throat (his touch not nearly harsh enough to cause you any discomfort), the other colliding with the wall beside your head. his display doesn't fool you though. "you witless, wretched brat! you're nothing more than a blip in a universe you cannot even begin to understand. you sicken me."

you throw achilles' words in his face just as easily as he did to you. "hateful to me as the gates of hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another."

his gaze hardens, and for a split second, you think you may have been mistaken in your fearlessness, but then his fingers thread themselves through your hair and he pulls your lips to his.

it's rough and commanding, and he tells himself it's only to get you to shut up. to wipe that expression of smug pity from your face.

it's not because, despite the fact you know how awful he is, you're convinced there's something salvageable in him too. nor is it because you tyrannize his every passing thought. and it's certainly not because the feeling of you pressed against him brings him more satisfaction than ripping the hearts from the chests of a hundred men.

ultimately, his denial is overshadowed by his desire. your touch is nothing short of needy as you tug at his shirt, an attempt to bring him even closer, and god does he hope that means you feel just as desperate as he does. he deserves at least a little consolation.

as his hands roam every valley and curve of your body, he deems it unfair that a being whose very existence spells hell on earth should be so taken with such a devastatingly divine creature.

"i've wanted you so terribly," he mumbles against your mouth before he can stop himself.

"then fuck you for making us both wait," you breath out.

his fingers dig into the flesh of your hips in response and his lips shift to your neck. "watch that pretty little mouth of yours, brat."

he nips at the spot just below your ear hard enough that it makes you gasp, doubtless a punishment for your impudence. you recover quickly though, wasting no time with your flippant reply. "or what? you'll go back to plotting my murder?"

he pulls away from you abruptly, sighing deeply and pinching the bridge of his nose. "you truly have zero sense of self preservation, don't you?"

"guess so," you shrug, smiling at him bashfully. "can we watch a movie? i'll even let you pick."

you ask as if it's the most normal request in the world. as if he isn't a thousand year old curse that would be off turning the city to ash were he not here with you instead.

he rolls his eyes, scoffing at the ridiculousness of it all. "fine."

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starboye · 7 months ago

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starring: vinnie hacker x male reader

request: vinnie hacker and his thicc!femboy roommate have been living together a months now and vinnie is now just sitting on the couch playing video games until he looks up and sees his roommate come out his room walking into the kitchen with a tight crop top and a thong and vinnie can’t help but stare at how his ass jiggles so vinnie gets up and head to the kitchen and talks to the roommate about his choice of clothing and vinnie grabs his thong and snap it back onto him and roommate yelps… they start making out and vinnie his just rubbing his ass and it gets to the point where he stops kissing roommate just to look at his ass and how jiggly it is but after a while Vinnie picks up roommate and brings him to his room where he pulls the thong to the side and eats his ass and then after he fucks reader is the face down asss up position but makes him keep the thong on and after they finish vinnie gets up and plugs his ass with a butt plug and then looks in his drawer to see so many thongs and vinnie makes his roommate try on like 5 different pairs before fucking him again

warnings: smut, cursing, ass eating (reader receiving), thong, mentions of drinking, butt plug, unprotected sex

you couldn't deny that the night before was pretty crazy, you were out partying with your friends all night dancing and drinking till you were black out drunk and only getting home till it was around 4 in the morning with vinnie hearing you stumble your way to your bed from his room.

now it was around noon and you were just waking up from your short lived nap because vinnie was screaming at his game in the living room, he watched as you slowly made you way to the kitchen in your clothes from last night. infatuated by how your ass jiggled with every step you took in that thong and skirt with that skin tight crop top before you start pouring yourself some water.

vinnie decides to test his luck and rises from his spot with the intent of teasing you on his mind "y'know in the couple months we've been living together i've never seen you like this" vinnie chuckles at your drowsy and tired state as he leans against the counter "yeah maybe because im not usually this hungover" you say sipping the water before putting the glass in the sink.

"no i mean like this" he clarifies bringing back the material of the thong and letting it snap back onto your ass,you wince at the slight pain and lightly punch vinnie in the arm "hey what the fuck vin" you yelp rubbing your ass to help the pain go away. as you do so vinnie looks from your ass to your eyes back and forth making you catch his eyes with yours and you dont know whether you were still drunk or not but vinnie was looking unreal right now.

the way you could see his muscular build through his shirt and the way he looked at you and without a thought vinnie grabbed you by the waist and brought you into a heated kiss which quickly escalated into making out as vinnie groped at your ass, kneading it eagerly with his large hands. he stops kissing you for a moment just to jiggle your ass in his palms, you move to leaving some hickeys on his neck to make up for the loss of his lips on yours.

"wanna go to your room" vinnie asks lightly kissing your ear "sure" you pant from all the kissing, vinnie lifts you up by your thighs and carries you to the room before dropping you on your bed "you know i haven't had any breakfast yet" vinnie says bringing off his shirt "then i have something nice and juicy you could eat" you say arching your back to accentuate your ass to him.

"oh ill definitely have to have a taste" vinnie smirks glaring down at you as pulls your thong to the side and he lowers his face in between your legs and begins eating you out, his tongue lapping at your hole and nipping at the inside of your ass "fuck" you shakily moan dropping your head "yeah that feel good" vinnie asks slapping your ass.

"i cant wait anymore- ngh... put it in" you moan into the bed "you sure you're ready for that" vinnie asks with a raised eyebrow and a smug look as he licked the drool from his beautiful lips "mhm" you nod wanting his dick to fill you, he leans up and pulls off his joggers and lets his hard dick falls onto your ass. giving your ass a few smacks with his dick as his finger massaged your hole slowly before he aligned himself up with you.

you looked back at him, the way he was above you, mouth messy with saliva and drool from eating you out and his muscular build contorting and flexing as he pushed into you slowly, his thick tip stretching out your hole enough to get the rest of his dick in, you let out a breathy moan into the bed.

you felt so full of him that it almost made you cum but you held back, vinnie gave you a few seconds to adjust to his big size before he was thrusting into you with hard plaps punctuating his size even more, your hard on throbbed against the fabric of the thong that vin wouldn't let you take off, he held the thin string to the side as he admired your hole taking his full length with no push back or resistance.

"so who fucked you last night" vinnie leans down over you, his arms caging your head in to keep himself up "why, you jealous or somethin" you choke out because of vinnies rough thrust "big talk coming from the guy currently getting his ass pounded" vinnie chuckles moving so hair from your sweaty forehead.

"m'close" you mutter breathlessly "already lightweight" he laughs making you hide your face in the blankets from embarrassment "oh dont be like that" he says slowing his thrusts to get a response but you leave your face in the blankets "fineee" he grumbles gripping your hips before he starts pounding your ass full force, you messily moan and whimper out before you cum in the thong.

staining it with your cum "yeah that felt good right" vinnie asks not slowing his thrusts to reach his high, earning a small whine out of you before he's flooding your hole with his load, he watches as some of it leaks out over his cock. swiftly pulling out and finding a random butt plug in your nightstand to put in you and hold his warm cum in you.

he sits behind your for a while, both of you catching your breath, another thong soon catches his eye and he gets up to look through your drawer and sees a bunch of other thongs hidden away "and what do we have here" he taunts pulling the slutty underwear out and holding them up, your eyes widen in shock at seeing them and you jump up from the bed to grab them but vinnie holds them out of your reach.

"how about we have a little modeling show" he says with a sinister look in his eyes, you oblige and after a while come back into the room with a new pretty thong on and model it for vinnie as he lays naked in your bed, his dick jumping against his tummy as you model this one for him "i think we have a winner" he says pulling you onto the bed for another fuck session.

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bridgetotheskyyy · 6 months ago

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Megumi; Nipple play + corruption

a/n: exactly what it says on the tin lol. 18+ only. Established relationship, dirty talk, handjob etc. Wc 1.7k

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You were going to crack Megumi one day.

In many ways you already had; a few times you had brought him to heel at your bed, felt the stream of his come paint your tongue.

He had blinked, flinched, his cock twitched — and in every incidence you were the cause.

But he remained a tough cookie in other ways; you knew he hadn’t submitted to you totally. You knew there was something in there he was hiding. It was his stoicism you wanted to shatter. No one who summoned animals and was as quiet as he was possessed a typical sex imagination.

“Being with you is abnormal enough,” Megumi would tease when pressed.

“Don’t mention me in that stupid group chat,” Megumi ordered now from rooms away.

You rolled your eyes and resumed dressing. Who did he think he was? You could mention him in the Gojo-Yuji-Nobara-You group chat if you wanted. You shot a glance at your open phone as you laid out your clothes for the day and had to resist the urge to share some embarrassing detail Gojo could then use to torment him with.

But you wouldn’t. You were a good girlfriend.

“I wasn’t gonna,” You shot back, pulling up some panties, then shoving into a pant leg. You reached for your black lacy bra.

“What —“

You turned to see Megumi in the doorway. His eyes crawled up your quasi-nude form.

“Where’re you going?” he said after a pronounced beat.

“Out with the group,” you said, as though blatantly obvious. “Which you’d know if you joined the group chat.”

But your face wasn’t where Megumi’s attention was; he eyed your naked breasts, entering the room and idly fumbling with the handle to close the door behind him.

“Don’t go.”

“Wh — What?” The heated way he was looking at you was throwing you for a curve. “Why not?”

Megumi had crossed the room to you in the time it took to ask, the inquiry in question having gone ignored by him. He raised his hand to cup one of your breasts.

“Megumi …” Your tone was gentle with surprise. What’s gotten into you?

“Just …” Megumi’s thumb brushed against your nipple, tempting it to erect. “Don’t go, all right?”

Your breath hitched, consequently pressing your mound farther into Megumi’s attentive hand. The pieces began to fall into place. He’s a tit guy.

With a smirk, you reached for Megumi’s collar. “You like these?” You pulled him into you.

A sharp intake of breath from Megumi, but no denial. Another hand joined his first and scooped up your neglected breast, fingers angling straight for the nipple.

You hummed at his attention. Forcing yourself to turn, you flung your bra and phone to the edge of the bed, your phone screen lighting up momentarily before blanking out again. You unzipped your jeans and let them pile on the floor, leaving you in only panties. “Come get me then.” You laid down, fixing your body into a seductive pose. “Make me stay home.”

Megumi shot a glare at your face, only for his eyes to drift back to your breasts. With a snort he joined you in bed, settling on top of you, his face level with your tits.

“I had no idea, Meg.” Your breath became ashamedly labored as Megumi’s hands returned to palm at your breasts. “You’re such a virgin …”

“A virgin?” He scowled up at you, but his expression lacked ire. “Really?”

Technically, it was false; you and Megumi had been intimate many times. But it wasn’t what you meant: for Megumi, virginity was a state of mind.

“You never share what kinks you have,” You clarified.

Megumi was quiet, possibly considering.

Which gave you an opportunity to be irreverent: “Bet you wanna put your cock in between them.”

Megumi rolled his eyes before his mouth fell over a nipple, presumably to shut you up. You whimpered, delighting in the feel of his mouth on one nub while his fingers played with another, tweaking, pinching. His tongue ran over your nipple, bringing it even further to life in his mouth before cornering it with his lips for a firm suck —

Your head fell against the pillows with a moan. You maneuvered your hand until, pressed between the two of your bodies, managed to stroke Megumi’s erection through his trousers.

“Tell me I’m wrong …”

Megumi groaned, his head sinking between the valley of your breasts. “Why do you have to say stuff like that?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” You wrapped your legs around Megumi’s middle, his blush in the dimly lit room not going unnoticed. “I wanna make you a pervert like me …”

Megumi’s attempt to stifle his moan failed.

“You like that?” You egged him on, jostling slightly to wiggle your tits. “You like how they get all big and stiff at your touch?”

Megumi’s focus was eaten up by your tits, the way your nipples rolled and tumbled between his fingers. You were sure you felt his cock twitch at the sight.

“Keep quiet,” he whispered.

“It’s all because of you, you know,” you went on, ignoring him. “I love the way you touch me.”

Megumi bowed his head to capture one of your nipples. The attention he gave the nub felt more affectionate than the sucks gone past. He bucked into your leg, the prominence of his erection impossible to deny now. Mouth gaped, you arched, your chest consequently rising farther into his mouth, feeding him your breasts to nibble and worship.

You met him where he has, grasping harder at his cock. Megumi rewarded you with a hardly-stifled groan that sent a shot right to your core.

You licked your lips, delighting in his reaction to the slightest bit of stroking. You suddenly missed his fingers, how long and deep they would sink inside you, how Megumi’s eyes would flicker and dance between your face to your aching core he played inside of.

The heat of his breath on your abused nipples sent a moan escaping you — but it wasn’t enough to distract you from how Megumi had begun to grind subtly into your hand.

He released your nub from his teeth to look at you, expression subtly victorious. And in a voice that pricked away at the thin strings of your sanity:

“Didn’t know you were so sensitive …”

Your hand slipped past his pants, through the elastic of his underwear and grasped at his cock.

With a short intake of breath, Megumi’s wide-eyed gaze followed the sinful path of your hand.

“We’ll see who’s sensitive,” You said, gripping his shaft tight around your hand. You stroked him, running a thumb over his bulbous head, all the while keeping a close eye on Megumi’s face, how he sucked his lower lip into his mouth for a bite. “Tell me, how long have you been eyeing my tits?”

Megumi’s breath escaped in shaky intervals. His forehead rested against the hill of one of your breasts. For a second it seemed as though he’d answer you until you gave a sharp, harsher tug and reduced him to an avocal mess again.

You brought a hand to the nape of Megumi’s neck and pulled him in closer. The heat radiating from his body astounded you. I’ve really got him going …

“Bet you’ve jerked off to the thought of my tits lots of times,” You said, voice dropped to a seductive octave. You licked his cheek as though you could remove the flushed pink color there. “Next time, you should let me watch.”

“You’re a —“ Megumi’s reprimand died in his throat.

“And you’re a gooner,” You countered.

His cock jumped in your hold. Megumi recovered from his lapse, scoffed. He glared down at a tit and gave it a little smack —

You squeaked. “Meg!”

Another scoff. “Didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

The banter soon died away, though; the room’s temperature heightened by several degrees as you watched Megumi’s tongue lay flat and run over your nipple, livening it again before taking the pronounced nub between his teeth. Another gush of wetness rivered your cunt; you squeezed your legs together with a soft whimper. You stroked him faster, prompting Megumi’s pants to rise and mingle with yours.

This would be over soon; if there was anyone who could make you come by playing with your tits alone it was Megumi.

“Aaah …!” You cried out as Megumi’s nails dug into your skin around the breast he was palming while he preoccupied himself with sucking your soul out from your other nipple. “Megumi, fuck!”

He was humping into your hand now, hips rhythmically thrusting. The thought you could have him so worked up just by fondling and sucking on your breasts sent you biting into the plump skin of your lip. You squeezed your legs harder, feeling the maddening throb in between them. Absentmindedly you tried to match your strokes with the rock of his hips, but he was quicker, chasing your hand, desperate —

With a deep groan, Megumi’s spent shot against your arm and the base of your hand, sloppying your handjob. It roped and sloshed between the two of you. And kept coming. Megumi’s fucked out face sent you past your breaking point, your sobbing cunt convulsing around nothing, your thighs rocking to stimulate your aching clit.

Pleasure came off you in waves as Megumi paused to catch his breath. You let your head fall against the pillows and kept stroking him until hyper-sensitivity had him force you away.

“We’re fucking gross now,” he said, voice choppy as he withdrew, peering down at the sticky mess bridging you and him.

“You started it.”

When Megumi returned, shirtless, from the bathroom with a towel to help you clean off, you noticed he was looking anywhere but at you, his hand gently wiping off his semen from the valley of your breasts.

“You’re not really ashamed of this?” You asked. “Everyone’s got a kink or two …”

“No,” he answered, quicker and with more confidence than you anticipated. “But …” He was still not looking at you, his eyes lowered and cheeks suspiciously pink. “You’re not gonna share this with the group chat, are you?”

“No,” You said honestly, pulling Megumi toward you for a kiss. “I’d never. I’m a good girlfriend.”

And, before your lips met: “You are.”

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hannieehaee · 4 months ago

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How about when wonu goes to meet up with reader's whole family for the first time but he notices how the reader's aunts/uncles keep body shaming her casually and even though the reader is uncomfy she doesn't say anything. What would wonu's reaction be like?

content: bf!wonwoo, mentions of negative talk from family, hurt with comfort, fluff, etc.

wc: 511

a/n: very short but i found the concept very cute!!

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the car ride was filled with silence. it'd been a while since either of you had last spoken.

usually, this would be comfortable silence. but this time around, it felt like there was an extra weight behind it.

you knew it was your fault, but you simply couldn't get yourself to speak.

you were quietly thankful that wonwoo had taken that first step.

"are you okay?", he asked, eyes turning to your for a few seconds before going back to the road ahead.

you don't respond. you feel like a child, but you don't.

wonwoo waits a beat or two before speaking again.

"i'm sorry."

and that throws you for a loop.

you sit up from your slouched position, now allowing your body language to open itself up to him. you face him as he drives, curiosity in your eyes.

"why are you sorry?"

"i should've stood up for you," his voice is soft, worried, "i didn't know if it was my place. i've never met your family before, but i'm your boyfriend. i should've said something."

before he's finished, you're shaking your head. there was no argument here.

"what? wonwoo, no. you didn't do anything wrong. i'm sorry if i-"

"you know none of it is true, right?", his eyes found you again, taking turns between you and the road, "your aunts, uncles. hell, even your mom. they were all out of place," he reassured.

you went quiet again. your hands itched. it was a bad habit, to pick at your nails, at your skin, but you couldn't help it. you looked down at your hands as you did it.

then suddenly, a larger hand appeared and held onto them, squeezing comfort into them.

"does this happen often?", he hesitated.

"sometimes. i tune it out mostly. it was just ... i didn't think they'd do it in front of you," you shrugged sadly.

"i don't believe any of it," he reassured, "i hope you know that. i think you're perfect."

keeping a hold on his hands, you caressed them in a thankful manner.

"i know, wonwoo," you smiled back at him.

silence filled up the car again, but this time it was comfortable. comforting, even.

"i'm not mad at you, wonwoo," you decided to clarify.

"i know, baby. but, still. i should've stood up for you. said something, anything."

the insistence made you smile. it was nice to know you had him in your corner. that any offense to you felt like offense to him.

"i might have to fight your uncle next time we visit," he jested, "your parents are out of the question, but your uncle? i think i could take him."

the silly man puffed up his chest to prove his point, pulling a laugh out of you. the first one this night.

"hey, that's better," he mirrored your smile, "that's the only thing i wanna see for the rest of the night."

and that wouldn't be a difficult feat. not when wonwoo constantly ensured to extinguish your sadness any time it made an appearance in your life.

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jhdyuiee · 7 months ago

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tantalizing

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ pairing: idol bf!mark x fem!reader

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ tags/warnings: slight fluff, smut!, protected sex, oral (m receiving), fingering, kissing/making out, nipple play/breast play, multiple orgasms, mentions of squirting, marking, possessive mark (?), whipped mark (!?)

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ w.c: 1.8k

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ a.n: hi! as per requested by a poll i conducted, here it is! a mark smut fic, woohoo! i hope you all can enjoy it! school has been a real pain in the butt lately, like why they give so much work ㅠㅠ !? anyhow i hope you can look forward to my next release, 'die with a smile.' i didn't intend to release another jaehyun fic so soon but... i love the man ㅠㅠ. please stay safe, i love you all, and see you next time! jiji out 🤍

++ i just wanna quickly say that over the past week a lot has happened in nct specifically & i want to clarify/say that i want full justice for the victim(s) involved, they didn't deserve the disgusting and vile things that guy was doing to them. may he rot in jail, like honestly he ruined the lives of all those around him for his horrid selfish desires. frik you man.

you sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for the door to fly open. waiting for one individual, your boyfriend– mark lee.

sporting a rather sexy, black lace lingerie you await the idol after his long day at work. a new comeback meant his schedule was busier, and what better way to congratulate him than sex. however you also admit, you’ve been feeling rather lonely and needy. so ain’t this a win-win situation?

you’re later knocked from your thoughts when you hear the front door open. it was quite late when you turned to look at the clock, he must’ve been exhausted. guilt was starting to consume you, maybe you should do this another day, maybe you should-

“babe?” mark’s raspy voice calls for you as he enters the room.

fuck, now it’s too late to back out.

you smile at your boyfriend who has an unreadable expression as he eyes you up and down, down and up. “everything alright?” you question him when he doesn’t say another word.

he still doesn’t respond, however instead his body responds for him as he inches closer. step-by-step until he’s only an inch away. he looks down while you look up.

mark curses himself. how could you be so fucking hot, he must’ve stricken the jackpot with you. oblivious to his thoughts, you just stay there– frozen.

“you're tantalizing, you know that?” he finally speaks up, reaching his hand to caress your cheek. you smirk, “am i?”

“fuck,” he curses out lowly, and takes that same hand that caressed your cheek to grab you wrist. he places your hand on his hardened cock. “feel it, can’t you see how excited you get me.” a small whimper leaves your mouth as you feel his cock. it’s been less than 5 minutes since he’s seen you yet he’s this hard.

looking back at him, he stares you down. his eyes lustful and hungry, like a predator looking down at his prey. the feeling didn’t scare you though, it fired you up.

“open that pretty mouth for me,” he says, voice low but commanding. without any hesitation you complied. “stick your tongue out,” he continues, while working his hands on his pants. it didn’t take long before he freed his cock from its confinements.

taking his cock around his hand, while the other slowly pushes your head closer to his cock. you notice the small amounts of pre-cum already starting to come out. your lips touch his tip where you begin to peck around it and on top of it.

“i told you to open your mouth y/n,” his voice still low and commanding. opening your mouth back up, he pushes his cock inside your mouth. slowly and steady until it was finally snug inside your mouth. you tried your hardest to keep breathing, as he was still too hard to take in.

he didn’t move, causing you to look up at him. mark’s eyes are still looking down at you. it’s a sight for sore eyes, mark thought. the way you took his cock in your mouth like the good girl you are, fuck.

he couldn’t take it any more, so he decided to take the lead. he fisted your hair into his hand to begin bobbing your head on his cock. fucking his cock into your mouth roughly, your eyes began to water, and incoherent noises fell from your mouth as drool escaped your lips.

in the past you would’ve done all the work, gone at your pace but you both knew there was no patience in not only mark, but you as well to go on the slow side of things today. you both craved one another, desired one another.

“your mouth is too perfect, fuck, i could cum any second now,” mark groans. the room filled with both your noises and the wet sounds of your mouth and his cock. your panties feeling getting wetter the more you feel his cock deepthroating you.

your hands crept to his thighs, holding onto them as you began bobbing your head. another groan leaves his mouth when he notices what you’re doing. your tongue runs along his shaft, licking him for all he’s worth. and it was your tongue that ultimately pushed him to the edge, coming into your mouth, coating you white.

you let out a muffled moan when you felt the warmness inside your mouth. taking his cock finally out of your mouth, you notice it’s still semi-hard. you look back up at mark as he watches you swallow his cum. his face slightly twitches at the action.

“face down, ass up,” he later says once he feels as though you're ready to take more. getting on your knees, arching your back as your ass sticks up, you wait for the man. you feel his fingers ghost your legs, leaving a burning trail. they reach your ass where he fondles the flesh, giving a light slap which causes you to whimper.

a faint chuckle leaves his lips at your action. continuing his journey he hooks his fingers onto your laced black thong, dragging it down. “this wet already?” he questions as he drags his fingers onto your slit. he teasingly plays with your pussy, taking his time exploring.

“p-please,” you beg.

“please what babe?”

“please, use your fingers,” you replied.

however, mark’s teasing didn’t stop. “where should i use my fingers?” he continued to ask.

you felt your face heat up in embarrassment, “i-in my pussy…”

mark didn’t respond, he just chuckled before he intruded two fingers into you. he pumped his fingers in you ruthlessly, whilst taking his thumb to rub against your clit. both simulations knocked you over the edge, moans spilled from you every second. the way mark curled and scissored his fingers into your brought you closer to the edge.

he felt your walls clench around his fingers, “gonna cum already babe?”

“y-yes,” you yelled out, too fucked out to even keep quiet. all you heard was mark humming before you felt his fingers dive deeper, reaching your g-spot and thumb rubbing your clit faster. that became the final blow before you came crashing down as your orgasm washed over you.

mark’s hand and your thighs coated in your juices, but that didn’t stop your boyfriend from continuing to fuck his fingers in you. he helped you override your orgasm, however it only resulted in more washing over you. it wasn’t until he placed a kiss on your ass that he finally pulled his fingers out.

mark wasted no time, licking his fingers, licking your sweet juices into his mouth. you’re the best meal he’s ever tasted.

still a bit hazy, you failed to hear the tear of the condom mark was getting ready to use. putting it on his cock, he scoots closer to you, the bed slightly dipping. one hand grips your hips while the other drags his cock inside you. he watches as your pussy swallows him. he feels as your walls clench around him.

“you feel so hot,” he says, diving down to kiss your back. you both stay like that for a while, until his lips reach your nape. he sucks on an exposed side of your neck, marking you up. his lips reach your ear where he whispers, “ready?”

you tilt your head, lips nearly touching. “yes,” you whisper back. his lips smash into your, his tongue making its way in as well. he could still faintly taste himself in your mouth. he loved kissing you, feeling your perfect, soft lips on his. how could he ever let you go? if there was one thing about mark it was that he just couldn’t fathom seeming you with another man. the thought enraged him.

departing from the kiss, he drags his cock out before pounding it back in. he continues repeating this action, holding you by your hips as he harshly thrusts. his tip hitting your womb, hitting that spot that drives you insane.

“fuck, such a perfect pussy. molded right for me,” mark groans. you moan back an incoherent response, throwing your ass back at him. he stops his thrusting, letting you do the work. the lewd sounds of your wetness and ass hitting him echoed in the room. he watches his cock disappear and then reappear from your pussy, the sight was such a blessing.

your tears stained the sheets and your moans muffled as your face was faced down on the bed. you couldn’t take it no more, you wanted to cum. so you discreetly try to drag your hand down to your clit.

“tsk, so needy my love,” mark says, pounding back into you, causing you to move forward. you clench the sheets as mark began fucking back into you ruthlessly. the pace far more better than before, reaching you even deeper. his drags two fingers down to your clit, pinching and rubbing the poor bud until he felt you were near.

“cum on my cock, let me feel you.”

his words were like a spell, as you soon came crashing down once more. clenching tightly around his cock as you came. the action triggering mark’s own climax. he came inside the condom, his cock twitching inside you.

his grip on your hips loosened, causing you to flump down. you were too tired, too fucked, but still desired more.

mark discards of the condom, grabbing another one as he slips it onto his cock once more. “come here babe, i know you ain’t satisfied yet,” he says, breathless. gathering the little energy you had left you crawl to him where he sat on the edge of the bed.

“sit on it,” he says and you follow. your back against his chest, sinking onto his cock. you whimper at the familiar stretch. wasting no time, you begin bouncing on his cock. the position allows for him to reach you deeply, fully in you. you glance down, noting the bulge in your stomach. the sight caused you to clench tightly around him, mark’s arms slithered around your body. “you love my cock don’t ya?” he grits.

you nod your head as you chant “yes” like it’s your only vocabulary. you didn’t know when but mark had removed your bra, his hands fondling your tits while he placed open mouthed kisses along your shoulders and neck. you feel his fingers pinch your nipples, flicking the bud.

moving his hands to your hips, he helps you when he begins to feel your pace falter. “it’s alright, i got you,” he whispers in your ear. the thrusting speeds up, and it wasn’t long before you both came again, together.

it was short, but intimate. you both tired out, slumping on the bed as you quickly lose consciousness. drifting off to a deep slumber, not feeling as mark cleaned you up, dressed you properly, and tugged you back into bed.

nevertheless you could still feel the warmth of mark’s body as he tugged you closer to him, engulfed you. and the sweet little nothings and the i love you’s he whispered didn’t go unheard. both of you secretly looking forward to what the future brought for the two of you.

2024. 09. 01

final a.n: i apologize if this became rather shitty, it's almost 3 am & i'm tired, but i really wanted to get this up for ya'll nonetheless!

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bvrnesher · 1 month ago

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Hi! I hope you day is going well, could you do headcanons for Leo Valdez? Like, if he was Spider-Man and he had a crush on the reader please?

sure thing, babe!

SPIDER-MAN ! LEO VALDEZ

cw: none.

ㅤ୨ৎㅤ🌙ㅤ˳ 𝐥𝐞𝐨 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐳 ! 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

﹙𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆! ﹚ꪆ

𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓-𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔?

Leo Valdez as spider-man would be chaotic. Chaotic Neighborhood Hero – If anyone thought normal Spider-Man was chaotic, they clearly haven’t seen Leo in action. He’s web-swinging upside down, making fire-powered aerial flips, and cracking way too many jokes mid-fight. Villains either get mad or give up from sheer frustration.

Leo Valdez who Flirts While Crime-Fighting – If you happen to be around when he’s in costume, he’s ten times more dramatic.

“Don’t worry, citizen! Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man has got this.”

“I know I look cool right now, but please, try not to fall for me.” (He totally hopes you do fall for him.)

Leo Valdez is like... Leo vs. His Own Secret Identity – He wants to tell you he’s Spider-Man, but also, he definitely wants to impress you as himself, too.

He’ll do stuff like accidentally mention something Spider-Man did, then awkwardly try to cover it up.

“Oh yeah, Spidey totally took down three guys in an alley yesterday—uh, I mean, I heard about that. From a...news thing. Haha.”

Leo Valdez who swings past your window every single night, even when he has no reason to be there. He’ll make up some excuse like “Just doing my patrol!” but he’s really just hoping to see you.

Leo Valdez who saves you once and is so smug about it.

“No need to thank me, mi amor—wait, actually, do thank me. Maybe with a kiss?”

Leo Valdez who panics every time you mention thinking Spider-Man is cool. Like, “Cool how? Cool in a ‘wow, I wanna date him’ way? Or cool in a ‘he’s a neat guy’ way?” Please clarify. It’s for science.

Leo Valdez who tries to act smooth around you but trips over his own webbing. One second, he’s flirting. The next, he’s flat on the ground, groaning. “You saw nothing.”

Leo Valdez who builds his own web-shooters and casually adds a mini flamethrower just because he can.

Leo Valdez who absolutely shows off whenever you’re around. Swings upside down, does unnecessary flips, probably almost crashes into a building because he’s too busy flirting with you mid-swing.

Leo Valdez who “casually” webs your hand so you have to hold his, and when you call him out, he just grins, “Oops. Guess we’re stuck like this forever.”

Leo Valdez who leaves you dumb, flirty notes written in webbing. You wake up to see “Good morning, beautiful ;)” webbed to your wall, and you have no proof it was him.

Leo Valdez who gets jealous of… himself. If you mention Spider-Man is cool, he plays it off like “Yeah, I mean, he’s alright.” Meanwhile, he’s internally screaming because yes, he is Spider-Man, but you don’t know that and it’s killing him.

Leo Valdez who literally forgets how to speak when you kiss him while he’s still in the mask.

His brain just short-circuits. Stands there, completely frozen, before finally stammering, “…Uh. Can you do that again?”

Leo Valdez and superhero Dates (Without You Knowing) – Since he’s not technically allowed to tell you, he still finds ways to protect and impress you as Spider-Man.

Walks you home while swinging overhead, just to make sure you’re safe.

If it’s raining, he accidentally webs an umbrella to you from above.

You keep getting “lucky” when bad guys show up, because Spidey just so happens to be nearby every time.

Leo Valdez who saves little bits of web fluid so he can make you cute, tiny web sculptures. (They don’t last forever, but he makes you new ones all the time—little hearts, flowers, or tiny robots just for you.)

Leo Valdez who literally melts when you tell him you already knew.

(“WAIT, YOU KNEW?! AND YOU LET ME EMBARRASS MYSELF FOR MONTHS?!”)

𝒙𝒐𝒙𝒐, 𝒔.

#bvrnesher #‧₊˚✧ s. posting !#leo valdez x reader #leo valdez #heroes of olympus #riordanverse x reader #pjo x reader #pjo series #hoo #pjo fandom #pjo hoo toa #riordanverse #spiderman #headcanon #pjo headcanon #pjo hephaestus

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yeowangies · 3 months ago

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Unexpected yet sweet

PAIRING: Goku/Broly/AFAB!Reader. CONTENTS: Explicit Sexual Content, First time, Voyeurism, First time blowjobs, Threesome (F/M/M), Cunnilingus, Double Penetration in Two Holes, Spit as Lube, Unprotected Sex, Implied Cheating. WORDCOUNT: 8813.

Summary:

Normally, if Goku wasn’t there, this would be the part where you’d kiss Broly. Goku was right there, which made things a little uncomfortable.

But maybe it wasn’t so bad.

Notes:

I spent sooo long writing this fic, it's insane. I love threesomes but at the same time they are so difficult to write. I'm still taking one for the team!

There's a lot warnings and heads up: Broly/Goku and Goku/Reader are minor relationships but it's there anyway, the focus is Broly/Reader; the implied cheating is there, but i clarified a lot of things at the end, i just don't wanna spoil the story; this fic has a plot, but imo it's a small plot in comparison, most of it is just porn lmao

Also the reader is a selfish person, I enjoyed writing her lmaooo

Enjoy! Thank you reading this monstruosity lmao

divider by @/adornedwithlight

When Goku brought Broly to stay on Earth for some time, you were curious about what another Saiyan would be like. You had Vegeta, Raditz and Nappa’s images in your head, so you were expecting another callous, ruthless warrior who only wanted to fight no matter what. But instead, Broly was just a sweet man, clueless about the universe and even more so about how relationships worked. He reminded you a bit of Goku when he was a kid, with no idea about social norms.

Bulma had told you about his fight against Goku and Vegeta, and Goku had mentioned some things about the training they sometimes went through on Beerus’ planet. You can only imagine what Broly’s life would have been like before all that, but he seemed unaffected, always calm and easy going.

So you were happy to help, and you let Broly stay in your house when he wasn’t training with Goku and Vegeta. He was gone for the most part, but when he was home, he was curious about everything. It was cute, you could tell he was shy about asking you about things he didn’t understand, but you had no problem in explaining things to him. Like how the stove worked, or why it rained sometimes, or how the plumbing system operated. Explaining that last one to him was a headache because you weren’t even sure about it yourself.

The more time you spent with him, you started wondering about how much he knew about other things. Broly was a grown man who had lived on an isolated planet with his father until very recently, and the only woman he had been around for some time was Cheelai. He couldn’t possibly be a virgin, right? Especially not with those looks. You’re not sure about how attractiveness is perceived in other planets, but he sure was handsome on Earth. Gorgeous, tall and mysterious, that would make any woman and even men go after him. You didn’t ask him about it, but you let the thought dwell on you more than it should.

Goku took him away to train for a few months, and that’s all it took for the desire you had to consume you. Maybe it was wrong to think so much about it, but you couldn’t help it. You had been with Broly for a while now, and you had seen him shirtless a handful of times too, your eyes not too shy to trail over his torso, well defined and covered in scars, until he would put on a shirt or walk away. And his shyness and apparent inexperience made him so much more attractive.

And he must be big too, if his overall appearance was any indication.

After some months away training God knew where, Goku and Broly popped up in your living room, startling you while you were eating.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to you showing up like that, Goku.” You told him, clutching your chest tightly.

“Sorry!” Goku apologized with a chortle, eying the snacks in front of you. “Can I have some?”

“Sure…”

You looked over at Broly while Goku basically stuffed his mouth with what used to be your food. He was smiling softly at you, and you returned it, not exactly as soft.

“How was training?”

“Good! Broly keeps getting better at controlling his power.” Goku answered with his mouth full.

“That’s great!”

You kept glancing not so discreetly at Broly as he approached the table, grabbing some of the snacks before Goku could eat them all. At least he was a little more delicate about his eating manners.

“Maybe I should start dinner.” You locked eyes with Goku, and he smiled widely. “Do you want to stay too?”

“Yeah!”

“Won’t Chichi be mad if you’re late?”

“Uh, she kinda got mad when I left some months ago…” Goku scratched the back of his head nervously. “So I don’t wanna go back just yet…”

You smiled, amused. Chichi sure had a handful with Goku as a husband.

You were used to making food for a banquet then, especially with how Broly ate, so you simply doubled up the amount of food this time (leaving your fridge almost empty).

“It’s always nice when I stay to eat at your place, your food is really good!” Goku commented with a grin, rubbing his stomach through his clothes after he had cleaned his plate.

“Thanks. Broly, did you enjoy the food?”

“I did.” He smiled gently. Broly had always been a man of few words, but his smiles worked as a reward.

“Your food is just as good as Chichi’s!” Goku added, eating the few crumbs left on his plate, making you snort.

“Careful, if she knows you said that she’s going to kick your ass.”

“Nah, she won’t care. She’s not that jealous.”

“In what universe is Chichi not jealous?” You stared at him like he was crazy but he ignored you as he walked over to the couch and lied down.

“She’s not! At least she hasn’t said anything to me.”

“Maybe the fact that she doesn’t want you to leave for months should give you a clue?”

“Oh.” Goku looked at you curiously before shrugging. “Well… Chichi understands me.”

“Who’s Chichi?” Broly asked, bringing your attention to him.

“Goku’s wife, she’s a fiery woman.”

“Like you?” He added innocently, and you laughed quietly.

“Me? You think I’m fiery?”

Broly nodded and Goku chortled.

“You sure are!” Goku said, getting even more comfortable on your couch and putting his arms behind his head. “You don’t get mad as often as Chichi, but you have your temper.”

“What does that even mean?”

“I mean, when you do get mad, it is scary. You say a lot of mean words too, way too often sometimes.”

“I-I do not!”

“Yeah, you do.”

You got up from your seat, glaring at Goku, but he wasn’t even looking at you until you went over to his side and poked his chest hard, making him yelp.

“You know, maybe you Saiyans just have a natural talent to piss women off!” You poked Goku’s chest several times, making him groan every time. As if you were actually hurting him. “Even Bulma has to go through this with Vegeta!”

“Ow, stop doing that!” Goku complained, swatting your hand away.

“Do I make you angry, too?” Broly asked in a very quiet voice, standing right behind you. You turned to him, feeling a little guilty.

“No, you don’t make me angry, Broly. What I said just applies to Goku and Vegeta.” You glared playfully at Goku, who just pouted in return.

“But I am gone for a long time too…”

“Well, yeah, but that doesn’t bother me.”

“Because you’re not married.” Goku added, still pouting. “If you were married to her, it would bother her.”

“Well, obviously. I think I would want my husband to spend time with me.” You glanced at Broly with a smile to let him know that you had never been mad at him; he was still looking confused about the conversation. “Not that you have to worry about that! We aren’t even dating, so…”

“What’s ‘dating’?”

“Um…” This conversation was taking a turn you weren’t expecting, so you tried to find the right words to explain that to an alien who probably had no idea about intimacy. “It’s when two people do things together exclusively, like kissing and… other kinds of stuff…”

“Other kinds of stuff?”

You were starting to feel a little awkward. Even Goku was looking at you like he was expecting you to explain further, as if he didn’t know. Well maybe he didn’t, he went straight to the marriage part of a relationship without actually dating.

Normally, if Goku wasn’t there, this would be the part where you’d kiss Broly. It wouldn’t be taking advantage of him or anything if you were just showing him what kissing is, right? But Goku was right there, which made things a little uncomfortable.

But maybe it wasn’t so bad.

Turning to look at Goku briefly, you smiled mischievously. He looked confused, but it made things interesting to have an audience. You only had to think about it for a second before you decided that you didn’t mind at all.

“Broly, do you know what kissing is?” You asked him, taking a step closer. You had to practically strain your neck to look at him.

“Pressing lips together?” He replied, looking at you with curiosity.

“Yeah, have you ever done it?” Broly shook his head in response, and you grinned wickedly. “I’ll show you then.”

You coaxed him to lower his head down a little with your index finger, and he did as you indicated. Putting your hands on his shoulders, you got on your tiptoes and pressed your lips against his softly. You wanted to keep this first kiss as chaste as possible, so that was all it was, lips pressed together, keeping it like that for a few seconds before you pulled away.

Broly looked taken aback, blinking repeatedly, and it made you smile, your chest full with fondness. You wish you could see Goku’s face to check his reaction, but you didn’t dare break the moment you were sharing with Broly. It’s not like he was saying anything anyway.

“How was that?”

“…Soft.” Broly replied, staring directly at your lips.

“Do you want me to show you what other kinds of kisses there are?” Your smile grew even wider.

“There are more?”

You nodded in response, leaning up again and pressing your lips to his once more. You darted out your tongue this time, pressing it softly across his lips to coax him to open them up. When he did, you slid your tongue inside, gently roaming his mouth. Broly was obviously clueless about what to do, but he started mimicking the moves of your tongue, and surprising you when he put his hands on your shoulders, keeping you close.

You broke off the kiss first, happy to realize that he was a quick learner.

“Did you like that?”

“Yes…”

You trailed your hands from his shoulders down his chest slowly, feeling his muscles underneath his tight battle suit. His eyes were on you, your face, then your hands, sliding down to his abdomen.

“When I said ‘other kinds of stuff’,” You explained, keeping your hands still when you reached the pelt around his waist. “I meant kisses in other parts of the body.”

“Other parts…?”

“Yes. Do you want me to show you?” You leaned in a little to whisper your next words. “If you don’t like what I’m doing, you can tell me to stop and I will.”

Broly was at a loss of words, fleeting his eyes between you, and the spectator behind you, who surprisingly hasn’t said a word yet.

“Goku is fine with this,” You reassured him, turning your head to look at the man, still lying on your couch. Goku looked confused, alarmed and intrigued all at once, and it only entertained you more. “Aren’t you, Goku?”

To your amusement, his brows furrowed deep, and his mouth hung open as he struggled to find the right words to say.

“I dunno what you mean…” He finally said, sitting up.

“Well, maybe this would be a good lesson for you too.” You replied wickedly.

You saw Goku swallow, but he remained quiet. When you turned to Broly, he looked even more confused after witnessing your small interaction. Keeping your hands on his abdomen, you got on your tiptoes to whisper your next words, reassuring him once again about your intentions (which aren’t pure at all, but you don’t want to push him into doing this if he wasn’t comfortable).

“I want to show you how good this can be, but we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

Broly only thinks about it for a few seconds, until he finally nods.

“I want to know what you mean.”

Smiling widely, you plant a quick kiss on his lips, before focusing your attention on his lower body. The pelt around his waist is a sensitive topic, so you won’t try to remove it. His pants can go, however.

Going immediately for a blowjob might be overwhelming, so you carefully skim one hand over his clothed crotch. Even through the fabric, you could tell how well endowed he was, which wasn’t a surprise at all; of course someone who had such a body would have a dick commensurable to its owner. Broly kept his eyes on you, still confused, until you watched him close his eyes, reacting to your touch as a small sigh left his lips.

Completely pleased with yourself, you grinned. Sneaking your hand inside his pants was a challenge, but you managed to pull them down enough to free his already hard cock. You couldn’t help but stare; you knew he was big, but this seems like a challenge in itself for you. When you wrapped your hand around it, your fingers didn’t even touch. It was going to be an incredibly tight fit if he was ever going to slide his length inside your body. You weren’t even sure that was going to happen yet; Broly was completely charming and you didn’t want to hurt his feelings and your relationship by pushing him into this so soon.

But then again, most people did not have their first sexual contact with a spectator.

Moving your hand over his dick slowly and gently as Broly let out small noises that gave away his enjoyment, you took a peek at Goku, who was still sitting by the couch, awfully quiet. You tried to keep in your chuckle when you saw he was staring at you with wide eyes, obviously perplexed at your actions. His eyes locked with yours and you winked, making him flush instantly.

You had never felt so powerful, it was weirdly arousing.

Sliding your free hand up Broly’s neck and over his cheek, he opened his eyes slightly to watch you with hazy eyes. You stroked his cheek with your thumb, keeping up your ministrations on his length. You reassured him wordlessly with your smile before sinking to your knees in front of him.

He only looked a little surprised about what you were doing, but he was unable to focus due to your hand still stroking him. You kept your eyes on his face, gauging his reaction as a musky scent filled your senses; he just came back from training, but you didn’t mind it. In any case, it just egged you on. When you pressed the first kiss on the tip, his cheeks glowed red at the sight. You smiled cheekily, kissing up and down his dick, never breaking eye contact.

You knew Broly must have been obviously confused by the new sensation, so you tried to maintain eye contact as much as possible as you dragged your lips over the warm skin. Once you wrapped your lips around the head, a sharp gasp escaped his lips. He hunched down when you swirled your tongue around, grunting low when you slid your lips down his cock. Your hand worked what you couldn’t fit as you sucked softly on the head, and his hips soon started jerking against your hand and mouth.

For a second you hoped that he wouldn’t just start thrusting, you weren’t sure you would survive that, with his impressive size and the fact that he’s a Saiyan. A Saiyan whose first time is with you, nonetheless. At least Goku sitting behind you was reassuring. You wished you could see what he was doing, hopefully he was enjoying the little show.

Your gaze never left his as you moved your head back and forth, meeting your hand in the middle. Broly could not keep quiet, the groans and grunts he was letting out turned you on just as much as having his cock in your mouth. You just never heard him make noises like those. Your name was also slipping from his lips, and you looked up at him with adoration just as his dick started twitching.

His hips bucked involuntarily into your mouth, his cock sliding deeper, and you couldn’t help but gag a little, not expecting it at all. You did not expect the hand on your head either, fingers tangling in your hair as he came abruptly with a loud growl. The tip was grazing your throat, and you had no choice but to swallow, your hands holding tightly onto his hips until the last drop of cum left his dick.

His orgasm had taken you off guard, and when he slowly pulled out, you couldn’t help but cough. You should advise him to warn you next time.

“I-I’m sorry…” Broly’s hoarse voice caught your attention.

He was looking at you with regret in his eyes, and you softened your gaze on him.

“It’s okay…” You smiled at him, running a hand up and down his thigh.

You sat back on the floor as you both tried to catch your breath; Broly seemed like the one who was the most out of it, eyes closed and chest heaving, which you found endearing.

But you hadn’t forgotten about the voyeur in the room.

Turning around with lust clouding your gaze, you were thrilled when you found the same look in Goku’s eyes, albeit with more confusion and surprise in them. But your eyes immediately settled on the hand he had over his crotch. Your actions had affected him as well, just like you hoped.

With a mischievous smile, you crawled all the way to the couch, locking eyes with Goku as you settled in between his legs. You were glad he wasn’t rejecting you so far; even through the perplexed look on his face, he stared at you with wide eyes and a vibrant blush on his cheeks.

When you put your hands on his knees, he flinched. You didn’t want to push him into anything, so you tested the waters, slowly dragging your hands up his thighs, feeling the fabric of his pants. The hand on his crotch didn’t move until you reached for it, gently putting it away, immediately noticing the bulge through his clothes. You really tried not to break eye contact, but you were more than just curious then. You wordlessly asked for permission to open his sash, and when Goku only gaped at you, you went for it.

“You want some too, Goku?” You purred with a dark smile, hooking your fingers on his pants to tug them down, anxious to see him in all his glory.

Goku’s flustered face did not put you off, quite the contrary; it only served to egg you on even more, excited to see what kind of other expressions you could make him do.

It was surprising he hadn’t done anything to stop you at all, and while he was obviously embarrassed, his eyes had a curious glint, eager to see what you were about to do. You didn’t expect Goku to be like this, his easy going and sometimes even clueless demeanor made him seem like a child even though he was already a grandfather. He couldn’t be ignorant about intimacy. He was a good actor, that’s the conclusion you came up with.

Not wanting to delay things any further, you tug down his pants along with his underwear. His erection bounced free, and you eyed it hungrily. Goku may not have been as big as Broly, but his size was still impressive, thick and long enough to make your mouth water. You wrapped your fingers around it, slowly stroking up and down, and Goku let out a soft grunt, eyes falling shut as you kept moving your hand.

You quickly guided his length towards your mouth, wrapping your lips around the head and sucking softly. Swirling your tongue around, and moving your hand over the rest of his cock, Goku kept making noises with each of your moves, not as ashamed anymore. So much better like that, because you hadn’t forgotten about the shy Saiyan whom you’d pleasured just minutes ago.

Popping off Goku’s dick, you locked eyes with him, reassuring him with a hand on his cheek, before turning towards the other man.

Broly was still flushed on his cheeks, mouth hanging open and brows furrowed in curiosity. He had already tucked himself back in his pants, to your disappointment, but no matter, you could still take them off later on. With a smize, you beckoned him with a finger to make him kneel down in front of you, which he did eagerly, with hands resting on his knees. He reminded you then of an obedient but very enthusiastic dog. It was an inevitable comparison; he was even looking at you with a wide-eyed gaze.

“You’re okay with this, Broly?” You asked him with a hand on top of his to comfort him, just in case.

“Yes…” He still seemed confused, but his eyes gave away his intrigue, as he eyed you up and down, before averting them towards Goku.

You didn’t catch any kind of hesitance in him, so you moved along with what you had in mind. Pulling down your pants, you kicked them off somewhere on the floor. Your eyes were on Broly, watching his every reaction as you proceeded to slowly take off your panties. Your attention was on him, cautious since he’s never done anything sexual before; but you could feel Goku’s eyes on you as you got undressed.

The cool air hit your pussy, and you realized you were wetter than you expected. Sitting on the floor and spreading your legs, you ran your fingers over your entrance, showing Broly how to touch you as you presented yourself to him.

“This is something that people do intimately too.” You explained in a breathy voice. You were idly stroking your folds, but it was exciting to have such a cute audience. When you pressed your fingers to your clit, your breath hitched. “Do you wanna try?”

Broly was frowning in deep concentration, and he couldn’t have been cuter if he tried. He nodded eagerly, with still a tint of pink on his cheeks as he got closer. You turned around, getting on all fours, letting him still have access to you while you gave Goku some attention as well.

Looking at Broly over your shoulder, you saw him stare at your entrance with intensity as he ran his hand over it, making you flinch. He was treating you with tenderness, aware of how fragile you were in comparison to him. He mimicked your previous actions, stroking you with his fingers, making you moan as he pressed them against your clit.

Humming contently, knowing Broly was a fast learner, you turned to Goku fully. He leered at you, confusion no longer in his gaze as you inched a little closer. The grin he showed you made your insides stir with desire. He was enjoying this just as much as you were.

“Where were we?” You asked him with a playful smile.

“Sucking my cock?”

You couldn’t help your eyes opening wide at such words leaving his lips. You didn’t expect that kind of talk from Goku of all people.

“I knew you weren’t as innocent as you pretended to be.” You grinned.

Goku chortled, his usual laughter sounding darker than normal, given the current situation.

Wrapping your hand around his length, you dragged your tongue all the way up the underside before lapping at his head. Goku groanedgazing at you with dark eyes as you flattened your tongue on the slit.

Taking him fully inside your mouth, you moaned as you felt Broly rub your clit insistently, making your legs twitch. It was a difficult task, pleasuring Goku while you were being touched, Broly’s callous fingers making you feel really good, despite their inexperience. But if anything, he was eager to please you, and curious about your body, his other hand fondling your behind, squeezing your ass as he ran his fingers up and down your folds.

You weren’t ready for the sensation of something wet and warm against your clit, and you jumped, eyes wide open as you popped off Goku’s cock to gasp. Broly had licked you, without any incentive, and you were embarrassed by the sudden touch, but thrilled that he had done that all by himself. Well, you did say people kissed each other in intimacy.

You didn’t have a chance to compliment him for that action before Goku pushed your head down onto his dick again, making you swallow him whole.

That was unexpected too.

Your toes curled, fire rapidly growing in your belly, so turned on by the boldness in both of your partners. You moaned gladly around Goku’s cock, focusing on pressing your tongue on the underside as you slowly bobbed your head up and down. He’d began to carefully thrust into your mouth, ever so slightly hitting the back of your throat as he groaned low and deep.

Was this something he did with Chichi? You couldn’t believe how abrasive Goku was; he wasn’t fucking your mouth, but he wasn’t really letting you pull your head back either, his hips jerking up to seek more of you as he threaded his fingers in your hair. This was a side of him you never thought about, but you weren’t complaining at all, feeling so wet, your slick dripped down your legs.

Broly was taking care of that, and he was anything if not earnest, running his tongue over your folds and collecting your wetness in his tongue, tasting you. You regret not being in a position to see his face, but you hope this was something he’d want to try again once you’re alone. He was obviously guiding his moves by your reactions; every time his tongue grazed your clit, your legs quivered, and you moaned around Goku’s dick. But he didn’t solely focus his attention there, and he wasn’t shy about licking you all over.

The heat in your abdomen grew tighter as Broly keenly ate you out, and the sounds coming from Goku’s lips spurred you on and made you want to suck him off more. You moved your head up and down faster, gliding your lips over the hot skin of his cock, the tip stroking your throat over and over. He grunted, tugging at your hair, thrusting up into your mouth with urgency.

Goku came with a growl, spilling cum down your throat as he kept your head pressed down, forcing you to swallow. You inevitably choked as he rode out his orgasm, shallowly thrusting into you a few times before letting go of you.

You slid his cock out of your mouth with a wet pop, gasping for air and resting your head on his thigh. It was so hard to focus on anything because Broly still had his mouth on you, and your throat ached from the strain of two consecutive blowjobs, but fuck if you weren’t so excited to be with both of them. You hadn’t even come yet.

Your gasps and mewls made Broly pull back, and you groaned, exhausted but frustrated that he stopped.

“Are you okay?” Broly asked, obviously concerned. Bless his heart.

You turned your head to offer him a tired smile, comforted by Goku’s hand on your head as he petted you.

“She likes what we’re doing, don’t ya?” Goku asked, teasingly pinching your ear, and you shivered in response.

“Yeah…” You cleared your throat, embarrassed to notice how weak you sounded. “I’m ok, more than ok…”

Admittedly, you were a bit exhausted, your legs trembling from kneeling down so much, but at least you had a carpet that soothed the burn on your knees.

You yelped in surprise as Goku effortlessly picked you up, settling you on his lap with your back pressed to his chest. You flushed, a little shy, when he opened up your legs with his hands on your thighs, showing off your wet entrance to Broly, who was looking at the both of you with amazement in his eyes.

You dragged out a loud moan when Goku’s fingers found your clit, rubbing it harshly.

“She likes it when you touch her here.” Goku explained, keeping up with his moves, and making the fire in your abdomen grow swiftly once again.

You couldn’t believe Goku was even doing these things, but you liked it. A lot.

When his fingers left you, you sighed, annoyed that he toyed with you like that just because. You glared at him from the side, but he only snickered, squeezing your thigh. Biting your lip, you met Broly’s eyes, urging him to keep doing what he was doing before.

“Broly, please…”

He nodded at once, inching closer until he was face to face with your pussy. His ignorance made him less shy about the whole situation, and you wondered momentarily if you were pushing him too far. After all, this is a threesome, and you’re not sure if most people would prefer the first time to be with two people at once. But you were the focus, and that just made you more greedy for their attention.

Broly’s lips found your clit once more, suckling softly on your skin. You moaned, legs twitching in response as you propped your feet on his shoulders to steady yourself. He kept his eyes on you, and you noticed that dark gleam in them. Pure unfiltered lust, even when he probably didn’t know what that was. This was a side that only you were witnessing. You and Goku alone.

Goku sneaked his hands underneath your shirt, pushing it up along with your bra to massage your breasts. You whimpered when he pinched your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. He kissed and bit your neck, adding fuel to the flames inside you.

Your moans got louder as you got closer to the edge, hips moving on their own accord against Broly’s face, seeking more of him, as Goku kept roughly fondling your breasts. You were so close, you’ve been so aroused for what seemed like hours, and you wanted to come, with both of them pressed close to you.

Your body trembled in delight when you came, whimpering and gasping as your hips stuttered and your vision turned white. Broly didn’t let up, his tongue moving along your folds and your clit, helping you ride out your peak. Goku peppered kisses on your shoulder, hands soothing your sides as you slowly came down from your high.

“Wa-Wait, Broly…” You mumbled, as he kept his mouth on you, despite the fact that you came. Your body shivered, overstimulated, and you softly tugged at his hair. “It’s too much…”

Looking up at you with curiosity, he pulled back. Half his face was covered with your slick, and his cheeks were flushed. How can he look so adorable yet insanely hot?

“Did I hurt you?”

“No, it’s just… I need a little break…”

He nodded, running his tongue over his lips with a smile.

“You taste good.”

“Thanks…” You blushed, averting your eyes to the side.

Goku’s playful eyes caught yours, and he chortled at your reaction. You slapped his arm, not nearly strong enough to hurt him (not that you even could), but he whined anyway.

You were caught off guard when Goku’s hand found the skin in between your legs again, making you jolt. And you yelped, even more perplexed, when his fingers slid further down and pressed against your rear entrance.

“Broly, you have to get her ready here too.” Goku said, voice low.

“Get her ready?” He frowned, puzzled.

Goku toyed with the skin, pressing the tip of his finger until it slid inside you. You gasped, startled that it had glided in so easily, even when his fingers were wet with your release. He moved it tenderly in and out, and you felt embarrassed beyond repair with how intensely Broly was staring.

You didn’t have this in mind before, but you weren’t opposed to the idea, so you remained quiet. Or as quiet as you could, given that you had a finger up your ass.

Once you were loose enough, Goku eased another finger in. The first one wasn’t uncomfortable, but having two digits inside made you feel the stretch, so you whined, squeezing your eyes shut.

“You’re hurting her.” Broly said, putting a firm hand over Goku’s.

You looked at him, heart fluttering in your chest when you saw concern written all over his face.

Before Goku could speak, you reached for both of their hands.

“It’s ok, it feels weird at first, but it gets better.” You reassured him, as Goku slid his hand out. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, and you smiled, happy with the small display of affection, before locking eyes with Broly. “Do you wanna get me ready? You just have to do what Goku was doing.”

Broly nodded, hands reaching for you, as you instructed him softly.

“You have to wet your fingers, or it’ll hurt for real. And do it one at a time, until you have four fingers inside.”

Four fingers would be necessary for either of them anyway.

Glancing at your face before focusing on the private parts of your body, Broly wetted his finger with the slickness of your folds before gliding one finger easily inside. It was only seconds later until he added a second, and you felt the stretch again. His fingers were surely thicker.

As you got used to the sensation, Goku wiped his fingers on your shirt before settling on your entrance again. He tenderly stroked your clit, making you gasp, still sensitive from your orgasm.

It was difficult to stay still with both of their hands on you, your hips bucking into the sensation ever so slightly. Goku’s renewed hard-on poking your lower back was incredibly distracting, too. You never imagined you’d ever be in this position, you wondered if you should even be ashamed you swayed someone as innocent as Broly like this. You were already a bit embarrassed of your current position, whimpering quietly as Broly slid in another finger, and Goku rubbed your clit steadily before gliding in two fingers inside you.

It didn’t take long until Broly had four fingers in, and while it was still really awkward, you couldn’t wait anymore.

“That’s enough, Broly.” You whispered sweetly, patting his head.

He looked at you with hazy eyes, leaning into your touch as he slid out his fingers. Goku withdrew his hand at the same time, planting a kiss on your neck as you felt him shift behind you.

You gasped in surprise when Goku stood up, holding you in his arms.

“Come on, Broly, let’s move over to the carpet.” Goku instructed him cheerily as if it was his own house.

He laid you down on the carpet, kneeling beside you and tugging at your shirt to take it off. He threw it over his shoulder as you got rid of your bra, finally being completely bare in front of them. You blushed then, inhibited that you were naked while both Broly and Goku still had their clothes on.

Broly sat down next to you, looking at you softly and curiously, roaming your naked body with his eyes. You noticed immediately his erection straining his pants; it was hard not to when his suit was so tight, and he had probably been like this for a while. Through all the lust and the haze you were currently in, you wanted to still be considerate of him, to reassure him.

“There’s some other things left for us to do.” Taking his hand into yours, you stared into his eyes. “If you’re not comfortable, let us know.”

“This is gonna be fun, Broly.” Goku added with a grin. “You’re gonna like it!”

You rolled your eyes at Goku’s tone but couldn’t contain your own grin when Broly smiled in return. Before you could even reach for the pelt around his waist, Broly got rid of it himself, untying it and adjusting it on the floor for you, pulling gently at your hand to help you lie down.

Your heart skipped several beats as you watched him treat you so delicately, sharing something so important to him like his pelt with you. You wanted to keep him forever.

“You should be the one lying down, Broly.” Goku interrupted your thoughts, before you could get too comfortable.

With an eyebrow raised, you let Goku take the lead, moving to the side as Broly did as he was told, still confused. Goku removed his clothes in record time, making you giggle with his eagerness as he guided you to straddle Broly’s hips. His erection graced your inner thigh, and the twitch in his eyebrows didn’t go unnoticed; Broly kept his gaze fixated on you, eyes clouded with affection and something you recognized as lust. You soothed him with a hand on his cheek, caressing him softly, letting him know you cared.

When Goku leaned over and captured Broly’s lips with his own, you couldn’t contain your gasp. Unexpected yet sweet and brief, Goku turned to you with a smile once he pulled away, kissing you swiftly as well. Surprise stayed on your features even as he positioned himself behind you, with hands on your waist, rubbing your skin.

Prompting your hands on Broly’s chest, you rocked your hips over his erection, his cock sliding between your folds, getting coated in your slick. You hummed softly, thrilled when you saw the vein in Broly’s neck pop up. Goku’s hands halted your moves, guiding your hips until Broly’s cock was grazing your pussy, and then helping you sink into him.

You shakily moaned, delighted and in pain due to his size. He wasn’t even fully inside you yet, but the stretch was already making you tremble; no matter how many kisses and caresses Goku was giving you to comfort you, you were concerned he wasn’t actually going to fit. Broly groaned underneath you, head thrown back as his hands on your thighs gripped you firmly.

“Doing okay?” Goku asked with a kiss to your jaw.

“Yeah…”

He hummed in response, wasting no time to press three fingers to your rear entrance. It wasn’t uncomfortable since you had been prepped, but you were a little nervous with having both of them at the same time.

Broly’s hands sliding up and down your thighs made you focus your gaze on him, his eyes still held so much affection for you that it made your heart skip several beats.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered with flushed cheeks, and you couldn’t help but smile.

Your trust in these two men was stronger than your own nerves. You knew well that they wouldn’t hurt you under any circumstances, and would always listen to your pleas.

When Goku pressed the head of his cock to your ass, you closed your eyes, breathing in deeply once he started pushing in. He wasn’t as large as Broly, but his dick was not small by any means. Inhaling and exhaling steadily, you tried to focus on anything else except the strain; intimidated you might be torn in half by both of these men, yet at the same time, it was exhilarating to have them both inside you.

Once Goku’s cock was fully sheathed inside your ass, you couldn’t stop trembling. Your muscles called for a little break, but there was no way you were going to tell either of your lovers to stop.

“Are you okay?” Broly’s deep yet quiet voice asked.

“I just need a minute…” You muttered.

When you opened your eyes, you noticed the strain on Broly’s face and it nearly made you panic; you didn’t want him to lose control then. His face was red, muscles in his jaw and neck popping. As if he was doing everything in his power to stay calm.

“She feels amazing, right?” Goku’s calm voice came out near your ear, making you shiver. “You don’t wanna hurt her, Broly. She’s doing this for us and she trusts us.”

Goku’s hands held you firmly by the waist, and affection bloomed inside you.

Broly face relaxed soon enough as he steadied his breathing, his digits rubbing your thighs in a soothing manner. You let out a loud sigh, relieved that Goku seemed to know Broly just as much as you did. You caressed Broly’s cheek, humming when he leaned into your touch.

“You can move now.”

With a firm grip on your waist, Goku pressed another kiss to your cheek as he started moving, gently sliding his cock in and out of your asshole. You whimpered quietly, barely moving your hips but enough to feel Broly’s cock throbbing against your walls.

Broly probably didn’t know exactly what to do, but his eyes were hooded, gazing at you with stars in them the more you moved over his length. His body reacted naturally after a few moments, hips jerking up into you, his dick pushing inside you just at the same time Goku’s cock did. The sensation of having both of them rubbing against you, pressing into every sensitive spot made you see sparkles dance behind your lids, and you let out a long loud moan.

“You like that?” Broly asked, with a hint of insecurity in his voice.

“Yes.” You replied immediately, nodding your head to reassure him he wasn’t hurting you. “Keep going.”

Broly hummed in response, holding your hips firmly as he started to move his hips. His thrusts were gentle, and so were Goku’s, but your previous orgasm had left you sensitive, and the size of their members was enhancing every sensation. Their moves took a minute to match, Goku sliding in when Broly glided out. Heat bloomed quickly in your abdomen, making you moan louder each time.

Goku’s hands slid up towards your chest, groping your breasts and squeezing them rather roughly as he picked up the pace of his thrusts, snapping his hips against your ass. You were glad both of them were firmly holding you, Broly digging his fingers into the flesh of your hips and making it hurt a bit, but you didn’t mind; you were afraid you might slip away from their touch if they didn’t hold onto you tight enough.

“You feel so good…” Goku panted against your ear, tweaking your nipples, earning a sharp mewl from you.

You were so full; no matter that you had gotten used to them, the sensation of being so thoroughly filled made the skin between your legs throb and the heat in your abdomen expand. Pleasure traveled through your veins, getting you closer and closer to the edge of what you knew was going to be a powerful orgasm.

Broly was the one who picked up the pace first, and you could tell by the look in his eyes, soft yet drunk with lust, that he had never felt anything similar. Your warm walls contracted around him in response, and the guttural sound that rumbled from his chest turned you on even more, arousal dripping from your hole down his cock and thighs.

Goku grunted lowly, nibbling at your neck, as he matched Broly’s rhythm. As he gripped your waist, you briefly pondered on the thought of how unbelievably hot Goku was; he was your friend and you couldn’t believe the sounds that left his lips, and that his hard cock was eagerly slamming into your ass.

You couldn’t focus on much more once both Broly and Goku’s thrusts turned uneven. You were quickly reduced to a moaning mess, mewls and breathy gasps spilling out as their hips snapped against you. Broly’s fingers were digging sharply into the skin of your thighs to the point of being painful, but it only added to your pleasure. As your mind slipped into a haze, you couldn’t decipher where any of them ended and you began.

Goku’s callous fingers stroking your clit was the final straw you needed to be pushed over the edge. You shuddered uncontrollably as your orgasm, stronger than any other you had before, washed over you. Stars danced behind your lids as any thought you might have had left your mind, a stuttered moan spilling from your lips.

Their unrelenting thrusts prolonged your state, and your body couldn’t stop shaking. The strain of every single muscle of your body proved to be too much; if they weren’t holding you so steadily, you would have collapsed already.

Your brain was blank, only registering the pleasure in your body, but tiredness was soon overtaking every sensation. You were afraid you might faint.

Broly’s sharp growl made you tremble before he spilled his load inside your warm pussy. Your mouth hung open, feeling completely filled to the brim as he kept sliding his cock in and out, as if making sure not one drop went to waste.

Triggered by Broly’s orgasm, Goku groaned in your ear, ramming into your ass before he bit down hard on your neck. A gasp left your lips when you felt his cum spilling inside you.

It was a strange, completely new yet not unpleasant sensation to have two Saiyans come inside you. As Goku kept pumping his cock inside you, riding out his orgasm, you were already considering doing this again.

The soreness on your muscles after they have both pulled out was also new. Nothing similar to it, not even working out could prepare you for how immediately exhausted you felt afterwards. Collapsing on Broly’s chest, you panted, trying to catch your breath and stay awake to enjoy a little of the afterglow.

“Are you okay?” Broly asked, surprisingly soothing hands patting your back.

Oh, he was so adorable.

“I’m alright.” Your voice was squeaky, which wasn’t helping your attempt at trying to reassure Broly that you were in fact alright.

Goku’s hands rubbed your thighs before you felt him move behind you. A cold, damp cloth smoothed over your skin moments later when you realized it was Goku who was cleaning you.

“You’re not hurt?” He asked as his hands lightly pressed on your thighs and butt. Goku had always been a sweetheart, and it pleased you to no end to know he was still like that after sex.

“I’m just a little tired, that’s all.”

You knew your pussy and ass were going to be incredibly sore in the next few hours, but you could handle it; there was no need to make them worry.

Rolling over onto the carpet on the floor, you watched Goku clean Broly with a towel as well, a sight that softened your heart. Broly seemed confused as to what was going on, but he didn’t question it, only keeping his gaze on Goku as he diligently cleansed his body.

“I didn’t think you were this considerate, Goku.” You mentioned when he brought water for the three of you.

“Chichi taught me to do this because she’s always exhausted after we have sex.” He replied merrily.

You looked at him cautiously at the mention of his wife’s name.

You weren’t going to delude yourself into thinking you had forgotten that he was married since the beginning (this whole affair came to be partly because Goku talked about his wife and their love life), but now that he had brought her up, you weren’t sure how to react.

Chichi was an amazing wife, and as weariness began to settle, so did guilt. It was going to be awkward for you to even look her in the eye after this encounter.

“She sometimes asks for massages too,” Goku said, looking at you carefully. “Do you want them?”

“No, it’s okay…”

“Then why do you look uncomfortable? Are you okay?”

Both Broly’s and Goku’s eyes focused on you, and heat raised to your face.

“Just… Chichi is a great woman.” You said as you brought water to your lips.

“Yeah!” Goku replied right away with a smile. “Can’t wait to see what she says when I tell her about this.”

You splurted on the glass that was touching your lips, drenching your face.

“Why on earth would you ever tell her about this?!” You yelled, startling both men. “Are you insane?!”

“Why-Why wouldn’t I?” Goku asked, raising his hands up as if he was trying to protect himself from your words. A valid reaction considering all the thoughts that were racing through your head.

“What the fuck do you mean ‘why would I’?! Do you wanna be killed?! Do you want her to kill me?!”

“What are you talking about?”

“What am I-” You couldn’t bring yourself to finish the question, trying to even your breath instead.

Broly was looking at the both of you as if he was witnessing a tennis match, confused but completely entertained by the exchange.

“Why shouldn’t I tell her?” Goku asked, bemused.

“Because you did something that is not cool, Goku! We did something that is not cool!”

“What?”

“You cheated on her!” You screamed again, embarrassed. “You slept with another woman!”

“Oh!” Goku seemed to finally understand your point, and he pondered on your words before speaking again, in a surprisingly cheerful tone: “That’s no big deal.”

“What?” You asked through gritted teeth, exasperated.

“It’s no big deal.”

“What in the-”

“We do it all the time!”

You gaped at Goku as if he had suddenly grown two heads, taking a moment to process the words he was actually saying. In the end you could only mutter one word, in the most confused tone:

“What?”

“We do it all the time.” He repeated, quirking an eyebrow.

“I’m gonna need more than that.”

“We sleep with other people all the time.”

“What? I mean… What are you talking about?”

Goku looked at you, as if it was you who was spewing nonsense instead of the other way around.

“What I just said! It’s no big deal, we do it every once in a while and we tell each other about it.” When he noticed your expression, he went on. “We don’t do it with just anyone either! A few times, we slept with Vegeta and Bulma, I think those are-”

“You did what?!”

“What?” Goku asked, startled.

“You slept with Vegeta? And Bulma?”

“Yeah!”

“Oh my God…”

You held your head in your hands, in shock at the revelation Goku had just thrown at you.

You were definitely not going to be looking anyone in the eye after this, not with this information you had on you.

There were so many questions invading your mind, but in favor of letting your brain rest, you decided to push him for answers no further.

“I should take a shower and get going.” Goku said, once he noticed you had settled down. “Will you be okay?”

“Yes, I’ll be fine.” You sighed, offering him a small smile.

“Good, I had fun!”

He kneeled down in front of you, planting a sweet peck on your lips before pulling away and briefly pressing his lips to Broly’s as well.

You watched Goku merrily walking to the bathroom before turning to Broly. You were hoping he had fun, but after that last conversation with Goku, you knew he must have been confused as hell.

“What was that?” Broly asked before you could open your mouth.

“Um… I don’t know how to explain.” He only blinked as he stared at you, probably waiting for anything you might say, but you weren’t so sure where to start. “Goku and Chichi just… understand each other.”

Broly seemed to only dwell on your words for a few seconds before nodding.

“I’ll explain everything better to you some other time.” You smiled, tugging at his arm to make him lie down next you on the carpet, which he easily complied. “Did you enjoy what we did?”

“Yes…” Broly smiled widely at you, making your heart swell in your chest. “Does this mean we are ‘dating’?”

“Do you want us to be?” You asked cautiously. You should explain what dating meant as well, since the vague definition you gave earlier was not enough.

But you weren’t going to say no if Broly wanted to date you.

“If we can keep doing what we did earlier, then yes.”

“So you only want sex?” You asked, a little amused.

“No, I like the kisses too.”

Oh, you were melting for this gigantic man who spoke so softly.

“Okay, babe, we are dating then.” You grinned, your heart beating happily inside your ribcage.

“What about Goku? Is he dating us too?”

You were going to kill Goku for confusing Broly more than necessary after all that confession he made earlier.

“No, he isn’t. He has his own wife.”

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Thinking about dog! Hybrid Luffy🔞

Cw; Fem reader. Pet play. Non-con/Dub-con. Breeding kink. Established relationship.

-He leaves holes everywhere in your yard. Literally the moment you step out into your back yard you almost create a sinkhole due to his digging habits. And he’ll just stare at you with a smile and lick you all over.

-He’s very energetic, running up and down through the house, dashing around every chance he gets and begging you to play with him. “Y/N! Play with me! Throw ball! Throw the ball! Please! Play! Play! Play!” Luffy begs his black tail wagging as he runs in a circle around you.

-He can speak a little, but nothing complex. He says stuff like “let’s go outside!” “I’m hungry!” “Can I sleep on the bed?” “Pets please!” “Walk! Walk!” Despite his simple way of speaking he understands everything you say, but takes a while for it all to process. But he doesn’t get the concept of math at all, numbers don’t make sense to him so don’t even try to teach him it.

-“Luffy!” “ Hi Hi! Y/n!! Good morning! Wanna play? Wanna eat?! I’m hungry! Let’s play! No let’s eat! Can we do both?! Hi hi!” He appears the second you call him babbling on and once you call his attention. You mutter the syllable ‘L’ And all you hear is the jingling of his collar. He’s just so happy you called him! He thought he’d just be squeezing his chew toy all day without you. (Which he squeaks on all day regardless)

-Eats all the meat in the house. You literally can’t stock pile meat and have to buy meat literally two portions at a time. The butchers stare at you funny when you only buy three chicken legs at a time. Or one small tiny portion of beef to feed three. And you come here like every day? Little do they know you have a menace in your home who will eat every scrap of meat you have with no shame. You usually only eat one serving while Luffy eats two plus snacks and extra meals when he begs. And he’s in healthy shape due to his energetic nature.

-"LUFFY NO!" is one of your most used phrases whenever you bring him outside with you. He’s very protective of you and any other male hybrid in around you. He’s quick to jump into fights without any warning signs. He’s happy and docile one minute and then he just pounces on whatever male hybrids come close to you. A crocodile, a bear, a flamingo, he was even crazy enough to fight a dragon?!?

- As aggressive as he is, he’s also super friendly?! Like once hybrids clarify they’re not after you he’s trying to play with them after just giving them a black eye??? And somehow it always ends up working???

-He loves to explore and adventure. He’ll just get up, give you a kiss goodbye and run off for days at a time. He has so many friends with other people and hybrids that you’ve never met or heard before. Like you’re sure half of the people he’s mentioned don’t even live in this area. Where the hell did he go? Well he always returns home safe so there’s nothing to worry about. Plus he’s always so excited to see you when he gets back. “Y/N!! I missed you! I had so much fun! But I missed you a lot! “

-Call him a good boy and he’ll melt. His ears stand up and his tail starts wagging. “Really?! I’m your good boy!” He really likes that nickname.

-Oh and if you don’t like being active I’m sorry but Luffy is not the hybrid for you. He’ll literally drag you out with him, and force you to play with him. Trying to do homework? Mf eats it. Trying to play a video game or watch tv? He unplugs it. Trying to simply rest? No you’re not because he wants to play and he’s a selfish bastard. “Let’s play now Y/N!” He says with those puppy dog eyes as he unplugged the TV for the one hundredth time.

-Brings and makes you gifts all the time! They’re not the usual expensive gifts you expect from a partner. He gifts you, your sock he stole from you like a month ago, Old bones from meat he already ate and gnawed on, Dead rats he killed. And then he also likes to draw and write, he draws pictures of you and him with hearts everywhere. Your fridge is filled with them. And he writes you love letters, they’re simple and short but very sweet.

‘Y/N I love you. You pet me on my head. You play with me. You’re pretty and kind. My heart goes fast when I’m with you. -Love Luffy’

-Now when he’s in heat he turns into a horny demon. “Sex! Sex! Sex! Sex!” He chants bouncing around ripping his clothes to shreds and tackling you to the ground, dry humping your body as you just got home from your nine hour shift.

-You’ll know he’s in heat because now he’s walking around the house butt ass naked, balls out with a sweet and devious smile on his face. Don’t try to make him wear his clothes because he’s not going to AT ALL. He’ll rip them to pieces right in front of you and simply say. “Too hot!”

-Steals ALL of your panties. Literally keeps a heap of them in his bed. And has no shame in it, licking them while you’re watching him. His bed sheets have to be washed daily when he ruts because he cums gallons and will jerk off all day long.

-He just stared at you with lidded eyes. “Please Y/N… sex…” He whines out licking your earlobe. He tries his best to hold back, he really does but his urges take over after holding out for so long. He needs to be inside of you and now.

- And when you bend over it’s practically over. That’s you basically inviting him to mount you and stick his hard on inside! One minute you’re bending down to pick up a book you dropped, the next you’re on the ground, face first with Luffy’s large meaty hard cock inside of your cunt.

-He never really asks but he can smell your hormones. You want it too. Plus your moans are enough to tell him you do! Or are those his moans? He can’t tell at this point, he’s so horny and he needs to release.

-You honestly don’t mind his heat, he’s surprisingly gentle and will stop if you ask him too. But the only thing you have to do is always be on the pill- Luffy has no idea what condoms are and when you tried to put one on him he ripped it off in seconds. “Feels weird. No way!” He says with a smile before pounding into your pussy raw. And because he’s in heat, his number one goal is to get you pregnant.

-So every time you guys fuck and the next day your stomach isn’t big and round with his kids he gets mad. Just staring at you and your stomach. “What’s wrong?! Get pregnant already!” He whines with frustration. Oh well if you didn’t get pregnant the last time, he’ll make sure you do now, every last bit of his cum is going in your pussy. He doesn’t let a drop escape it when he finally releases into you.

-Yeah your hybrid boyfriend is pretty hard to handle, but would you settle for anyone else? Not a chance. <3

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As You Wish - Eddie Munson x Reader, Part 6

A collaboration with the incredible and amazing @munson-blurbs 💜

Summary: It’s your first official date with Eddie, and what’s almost as exciting as that is seeing how the boys react to the news

Note: I will never get used to the kind comments and sweet words you send me over this series. It truly makes me so incredibly happy. I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Warnings: smut, p in v, mentions of oral, age gap, older!eddie, Eddie’s breeding kink should be a given at this point tbh

Words: 8.5k

[As You Wish masterlist]

Eddie knocks on the door of the trailer he grew up in, shoving his hands in his pockets and rocking on the balls of his feet. It seems like an eternity before his uncle opens it, a huge grin on his face at the sight of his nephew.

“Ed!” he says, holding the door ajar so Eddie can walk in. “What brings you back down to Forest Hills?”

“Can’t a guy just visit his uncle without needing something?” Eddie teases, leaning against the counter, careful not to get any grease stains on it. “I, uh, did need to talk to you, though.”

A concerned frown tugs at the corners of Wayne’s lips. “Y’okay? The boys good?”

Eddie nods, all-too aware of Wayne’s omission of Brittany. “We’re all fine,” he clarifies, “but Brittany and I are definitely splitting up. I filed the divorce papers, then she filed custody papers.”

“Shit,” Wayne mutters, rubbing his palm over his coarse gray beard. “‘M sorry, kid. This kinda stuff ain’t easy, even when you know you wanna end things.” He puts a hand on Eddie’s shoulder and squeezes. “You’ll find the right one for you.”

Eddie’s cheeks tinge pink, and he has to avert his gaze from his uncle. “I, um…I think I already did,” he sheepishly admits, massaging the back of his neck to relax his nerves.

Wayne’s eyebrows shoot up, but he can’t say he’s all that surprised. “The babysitter?”

“How did you—”

“I may be an old man, but my eyesight is just fine,” Wayne jokes, “and I could see the way you looked at her at Ryan’s birthday party last summer. Like you damn near worshiped the ground she walked on.”

Eddie lets out a nervous chuckle and nods his head. “Yeah, that’s pretty much how I feel about her.”

“She’s good with the boys,” Wayne says. “It was nice to see.” Nice for them to have a maternal figure who loves them is what they both think but don’t say aloud.

“They love her,” Eddie agrees. He opens his mouth to continue, but his uncle cuts him off.

“So do you.” It’s not a question. It’s a knowing statement from the man who knows Eddie better than anyone. It didn’t take much observation for Wayne to see the possibilities of what could be. Of what are, now.

“I really do,” Eddie answers. The lovesick expression on his face makes Wayne smile. He’s not seen that look on his nephew’s face since he was in high school. Even then, Wayne thinks, he didn’t light up quite like this.

“Take it slow though, boy.” Wayne didn’t give a shit that Eddie was in his 30’s now; he’s still going to call him “boy” because he’ll be Wayne’s boy until the day he dies. “You don’t want to rush into anything. That’ll just be trouble for everyone involved.”

“I know,” Eddie says. “I, uh, actually want to take her on our first date this Friday.”

“Do the boys know?” Wayne asks.

“Not yet. But they will. I'm not going to lie to them about where I'm going and who I’ll be with. They get that from their mom, and I will make damn sure they know I’ll never lie to them.”

“Good man,” Wayne says with an approving nod of his head. “Can’t imagine their mom feels too keen about watching the boys while you go on a date, though.”

“To be honest, I wouldn’t give a shit how she felt about it. But fortunately for everyone, she’ll be out of town. So, that’s another reason I stopped by. Wondered if you could watch the kids. It’d be up at the house still since I’m staying there while Britt’s gone.”

Wayne’s face lights up. “You know I never need an excuse to spend time with my grandkids,” he chuckles. “Now I just gotta figure out what kinda candy I’m gonna get ‘em hopped up on just in time for you to get home.”

“You’re the best,” Eddie says gratefully, pulling his uncle in for a quick hug. “I owe you one.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Wayne appears to brush off the compliment, but he’s beaming on the inside. Being a grandpa is his favorite thing in the world. “I’ve been meaning to stop by, anyway. Made a little something for those two rugrats.” He disappears into his room—what used to be Eddie’s room—and comes back with two of his woodworks: a miniature bookshelf with an R carved on the side, and a small box with an L on the lid. “Figured Ryan could use another place for his books, and Luke can put his Hot Wheels in here.”

“Someone just earned himself a #1 Grandpa mug for his birthday.”

“Hey, rugrats.”

Eddie strolls out of his bedroom—former bedroom, and down the hallway. The muffled sounds of some animated movie he knows he’s seen before become louder the closer he gets to the living room. Both boys are sitting at a Scooby-Doo themed table and chair set that Luke had gotten for his last birthday. They’re sitting too close to the television, but Eddie decides to let that slide for now. As he gets closer, he sees the boys are drawing, peacefully sharing a single crayon box for once.

“Yeah, Daddy?” Ryan asks without looking up from his art. Eddie picks the remote up off the couch and turns the tv off. Luke’s little head snaps up and his curls bounce as he swivels his body to stare in his dad’s direction.

“Hey,” he protests.

“Just for a minute, calm down.” Eddie sets the remote down on the coffee table and comes to stand between the boys’ chairs. He’s not entirely sure what it is they’re drawing, but there’s a brown patch that Eddie thinks is the dog that Luke is always drawing and wishing for. Someday, pal. I promise. “I want to talk to you both about something.”

“What is it?” Ryan asks, scribbling furiously with a red crayon.

“Hey, can we take a break from the drawing for a bit?” Eddie drops a hand to Ryan’s shoulder and his oldest son looks up at him for the first time.

“Why?”

“Just so I can talk to you for a minute.”

Ryan sets his crayons down and turns on his seat to face his father better. Luke copies his older brother’s actions and the brown crayon that was in his hand rolls towards the middle of the table.

“Are we in trouble?” Luke asks.

“No,” Eddie says with a shake of his head. “I just wanted to let the two of you know that I have a date on Friday night.”

Both of Eddie’s sons just stare at him. For a moment, he wonders if he actually spoke out loud or just imagined it in his head. Luke seems completely unfazed by the news, like he just wants to get back to his coloring. Ryan, on the other hand, looks a little skeptical. Eddie was prepared for this reaction, but he knows that as soon as the boys know who his date is with, they’ll be jumping for joy—quite possibly literally.

“A date?” Ryan asks. “Like, with a girl?”

“A lady,” Luke corrects.

“Yeah,” Eddie says, now truly getting nervous for the first time. Ryan continues to stare at him, and Eddie isn’t sure how to read the usually open little boy.

“So,” Ryan starts, “does that mean we get to spend time with—”

“Grandpa Wayne is watching you.”

“Why?” Luke whines, obviously bothered by the fact that someone who is not you would be watching them. That says a lot to Eddie because he knows how much they love Wayne. It takes most of Eddie’s nerves away, hearing that the boys’ first instinct was that they get to spend time with you if he’s going out. Actual excitement bubbles up within him and it’s almost impossible to keep the smile off of his face. A part of him almost wants to keep the boys in suspense—this is just too good.

“Because,” Eddie finally says, “I’m taking her on the date.”

Eddie watches their faces, eager for the reaction. Ryan processes the information first and lets out a gasp. Luke takes a few seconds longer, but then he’s standing up from his chair—knocking it over in the process—and his eyes widen as far as they physically can.

“You two are going on a date?” Ryan asks, voice high and excited. “Really?”

“Really,” Eddie confirms with a chuckle.

“Oh my gosh,” Luke gushes, his small hands coming up to run through his curls. “Yes!”

The obvious love and excitement these two have towards you only further solidifies an idea that has been floating around his head lately. That you and he were meant to be together. Eddie knew that his sons had a far better childhood than he had, but he could still see the struggles they had living with a mom who never cared like she should. Eddie tried to make up for it, but there’s only so much one parent can take on from the other. He’d wonder if it was some bad karma of his that his kids didn’t get to have the happy little family that Eddie always dreamed of. But now there’s you. And all three Munson men adore you to the moon and back. And what's crazier to Eddie is that you love him back just as much. The boys? Sure, they’re easy to love. But you love three of them as a whole. Eddie can’t wait to tell you how they reacted to this news.

“You guys are happy about this, I take it?” Eddie asks.

“Uh, yeah,” Ryan says, launching himself out of his chair and wrapping his arms around his dad’s waist.

Eddie lets out an oof as the weight of his son knocks him back a step. But he’s quickly returning the hug.

“Our super-secret plan worked!” Luke says.

Raising his eyebrows, Eddie turns his head to look at his youngest son.

“Secret?!”

“Okay, how about this?” You hold up a little black dress for your roommate to inspect.

Jess tilts her head in consideration. “Too clubby,” she determines, and you roll your eyes with a dejected sigh. “Think…romantic but sexy.”

“Fine,” you grumble, rummaging through your closet. “Does this one pass the test?” You show her a floral lilac dress with a small slit up the side.

“Perfect!” Jess determines, grinning as she grabs a pair of strappy wedges from the closet floor. “Wear these with that, and he’ll be putty in your hands.” She pauses. “Actually, he basically already is. But, still, you’re gonna look hot.”

Your cheeks burn at the compliment, as well as the thought of Eddie turning into mush when he sees you. “Yeah, yeah. Let me get dressed; this show ain’t free.”

“It is for Eddie!” she trills, but leaves and closes the door behind her.

You finish applying your makeup just as Eddie rings the buzzer. “Jess, I’ll be back later!” you call out. “Thanks again for the wardrobe help.”

“No problem! Hope you get laid!”

Same, you think, opening the door to find your handsome date standing in front of you. “Wow,” you breathe out. He’s wearing a dark green button-down shirt, black slacks, and his signature leather jacket. His hair is pulled back into a low ponytail. Your palms become slick with nervous perspiration at the mere sight of him.

“Wow, yourself,” Eddie smiles, pulling you in by your waist and kissing your lips. It starts off gentle, but he gradually deepens it, grabbing your ass and giving it a squeeze. “If we don’t leave now, I’m not gonna let you leave the bedroom,” he growls in your ear, punctuating his statement with a quick smack to the soft flesh of your bottom.

“Let’s get going, then,” you say, grabbing his hand and leading him to the car.

You’re filled with anticipation; the secrecy of the evening is driving you insane. “How long until we’re at this mystery location?” you ask, trying to keep your eagerness at bay.

“Soon.”

“Okay, but what’s ‘soon’?” you press. “Like, five minutes? Half an hour?”

Eddie chuckles. “Jesus, you sound like Luke.”

Your jaw drops and you cross your arms over your chest. “Did you just compare me to your five-year-old son?”

“Are we there yet?” Eddie exaggeratedly mimics in a high-pitched voice.

“I do not sound like that!” you protest through your giggles.

“I do not sound like that!” he echoes, keeping the obnoxious tone.

“Now who’s acting like a five-year-old?” you retort, laughing as he scoffs at you, putting your mind at ease. It’s Eddie, your Eddie, and no matter what he’s planned, you know it’ll just make you fall further in love with him.

Eventually, Eddie pulls onto a highway, and you head in a direction you’re unfamiliar with. All it does is make you even more curious, but you know that Eddie isn’t going to be answering any questions. As if it’s his way of telling you not to say anything, he turns on the radio and fiddles with a dial until he comes to a song he likes. His hand doesn’t go back on the wheel, though. He reaches over and takes one of your hands into his own. Butterfly wings stir inside of you as he brings the back of your hand up to his lips. After pressing a few kisses to the skin there, he laces his fingers with yours and rests them comfortably on the center console between you.

It feels like forever until you reach your destination. According to the clock on the truck’s dash, it was just under half an hour, though. Gentleman as always, Eddie comes around to your door to open it for you. He even offers his hand to you to help you out of the car. Once he’s shut the door behind you, he doesn’t let go of your hand again. Honestly, it wouldn’t bother you if he never let it go.

The parking lot of this mystery date spot is pretty crowded on this Friday night. As the two of you get closer, you inspect the large red brick building. It’s old enough looking to be charming, but not derelict or decrepit. Green foliage adorns the outsides, a few benches every couple of feet—mostly occupied at the moment. The other people you see are dressed at the same level as both you and Eddie so the little worry that you’d be over or under-dressed finally fades away.

Above the front door, there’s a white and gold sign that says “Scott & Ollo’s.” Eddie holds the heavy brown door open for you and, regrettably, you have to let go of his hand to step inside. You don’t have to go long without his touch, however, as he steps up behind you as soon as you both enter, his hands resting lightly on your waist. The first thing that you register is the music. It’s loud—not overbearingly so, but enough where you can tell its live music instead of a recording being played over the PA system. Next, you take in the waiters in their all black attire that are buzzing between tables covered in white tablecloths and an array of foods—that smell delicious, you also notice.

“Hello,” the hostess greets you and Eddie as you walk up to her podium.

“Hi,” Eddie says, keeping one hand on your waist as he speaks to her. “Should have a reservation for two. Under the name ‘Munson.’”

Your eyes are flitting around the space and Eddie watches you with a fond smile on his face as the hostess searches for his name.

“Ah, here we are. Right this way, please,” the hostess says.

Eddie once again laces your fingers together and guides the two of you through the decently filled restaurant. As you walk, you notice that the restaurant is arranged in a circular fashion, and that people at the tables keep looking in towards the center of the room. You try to crane your neck to see around some of the patrons, but you’re unable to see what they see. The hostess leads you down a few steps that lead down to another landing where tables are laid out. From here, it’s easier to see what has everyone’s attention. The middle of the restaurant has a live band playing and a dance floor that a few couples currently occupy.

“Here you are,” the hostess says as she presents your table. She sets a menu down at each place setting as Eddie waits for you to sit in your seat so he can push it in for you. “Your waiter will be Harris and he’ll be right with you.”

“Thank you,” you say before she steps away. Now seated, you let your eyes take in everything a little bit more. The small lanterns on the middle of every table, some women looking longingly at the dance floor while the men they’re with look terrified of it. At the grand chandelier that hangs over the whole space, the crystals on it reflecting the light all around. “Eddie, this place is beautiful. Where did you find it?”

“A buddy of mine from high school proposed to his girlfriend here. I’ve never been but they both said it was incredible. So far, they’re right.”

“And are you actually going to dance with me?” you ask with a small giggle as you pick up your menu.

“Getting to hold you close to my body while we listen to slow music? Hell yeah.”

You shake your head fondly at how unromantic he makes it sound; but you know that’s just him messing around. There’s no way he would’ve chosen this place to go if he didn’t want to have a romantic evening and dance with you.

“Should we get some wine?” Eddie asks.

“Sure, but you’ll have to order it.”

“Why would—oh, right,” Eddie says with a chuckle. “Sometimes I forget your age.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” you ask.

“I don’t really think of it one way or the other. You’re just…you. My person. Not my person who is twelve years younger than me, just my person.”

His words have your heart picking up speed, and it’s quickly pumping heat up towards your face. His person. It felt not too long ago you could only dream about Eddie ever saying that to you.

Eddie lets out a soft chuckle and you look up to see what’s so funny. But he’s just smiling at you.

“What?” you ask.

“You haven’t stopped smiling since we walked in the door,” Eddie says. You hadn’t noticed, honestly. But now that he points it out, you can feel the tightness in your cheek muscles at the long-held grin.

“You just make me really happy,” you tell him, love practically radiating out of your every pore. Eddie sets his menu down and reaches across the table to take both of your hands in his own.

“Baby, you’re it for me. Always. Don’t forget that, okay?”

The only response you can give is a nod, as you feel the emotion welling up behind your eyes. After taking a moment and clearing your throat, you think you’re able to speak.

“You’re my forever.”

Harris comes and takes your orders: Eddie gets a New York strip, medium rare, and you choose the chicken florentine. They’re delivered on intricately garnished plates; so beautiful that you’re almost afraid to eat.

“Been awhile since I’ve been to a restaurant that didn’t serve a Happy Meal,” he jokes, dragging his knife through the tender cut of meat.

“At least you have your kids as an excuse,” you tease him. “Before that, you were just a grown man eating a very tiny pouch of fries.”

Eddie laughs, popping a bite of the steak into his mouth. “Speaking of those two,” he starts, “I told them.” About us, is what he doesn’t say, but he doesn’t have to.

You offer him a nervous glance. “What…were they okay with it?”

“Oh, yeah. They were only upset that you weren’t watching them until I told them that you were my date.” He chuckles at the memory of their excited little faces, leaning in to add, “and did you know that their ploy to get us together was a secret?”

Clapping a hand over your mouth to keep your giggles from escaping, you widen your eyes. “I think we can cross ‘CIA agent’ off of their list of future career choices.”

“And professional poker player,” he agrees, running his thumb across the back of your hand. “But I really can’t believe my luck. Y’know, how much they love you, and how much you love them.”

“Of course I do,” you tell him. “Even if you and I weren’t together, I’d adore your boys. They’re great kids, Eddie. The best. Because of you.”

Eddie stands slightly to reach over and kiss your forehead. “I love you so fucking much,” he declares. Part of him wishes he had a ring so he could propose right now, make you his forever.

Once you’ve finished eating, Eddie’s by your side and offering his hand.

“May I have this dance?” he asks. He keeps his tone serious, but he waggles his eyebrows as he says it.

“Such a gentleman,” you smile, placing your palm in his. You can feel every crease and callous, and you’re immediately overtaken with a sense of safety and belonging. “Of course you may.”

He leads you to the dance floor, taking you into his arms. Your left hand rests on his right bicep, and your right hand takes purchase in his left. His free hand is soon pressed to the small of your back so the two of you can sway impossibly close.

The band plays the opening chords of “Something,” by The Beatles, and your face lights up with joy.

“I love this song,” you tell him, adjusting your stance so your left hand can travel to the nape of his neck.

Without missing a beat, Eddie says, “I’ll learn how to play it for you.” Shit, he thinks, I’d go home and figure out the chords right now if I wasn’t on the best date of my life.

You’re not totally convinced, tilting your head in disbelief. “Even though it’s not metal?”

“Only for you, my love.” His response is sincere, and you rest your head on his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat. If you had to take bets, you’d guess that yours was beating in perfect tandem.

After you’ve finished dancing, you both agree that you’ve worked off some of your delicious dinner and have room to split a decadent dessert. You settle on a piece of cheesecake with cherry topping and Harris serves it to you with two forks. Eddie tuts you when you go to take the first forkful, but when you look at him in confusion, he spears a generous bite of the dessert and holds it up to your lips. A bubbly feeling floats through your body as you open your mouth and accept it from him. It’s amazing how the littlest things Eddie does give you full body reactions.

Once the cheesecake is devoured and the bill is paid (which Eddie snatched up the moment it hit the table cloth), Eddie offers you his hand and you walk out of the restaurant and into the chilly evening. There are no clouds in the sky, revealing the black canvas dotted with tiny diamond stars and a luminescent moon. You’re so busy taking in the view, you didn’t even realize Eddie shrugged out of his leather jacket until he’s draping it over your shoulders. It’s pure instinct to clutch it tighter around you, wanting Eddie’s scent and essence as close as can be.

The band can still be heard outside, muffled, but clear enough to tell that they just started playing Elvis Presley’s “Can’t Help Falling in Love.” The two of you are approaching the first row of cars in the parking lot when Eddie tugs on your hand, pulling you to a stop next to him. Before you get the chance to open your mouth and ask what’s wrong, Eddie wraps one arm around your waist and tugs you up against his chest. He takes your left hand in his right and laces your fingers together as he begins to sway from side to side.

“Wanted one more dance with my girl tonight,” Eddie mumbles, giving you a warm smile.

“Dancing in the moonlight? Who knew you were such a romantic, Munson,” you tease. He leans in and nips at your earlobe, causing you to giggle.

“You would’ve thought you’d caught on by now,” Eddie retorts, giving your hand a light squeeze. Letting your eyes slip closed, you lean in and rest your head against the juncture where his neck meets his shoulder.

“This is perfect,” you say, tone dreamy and light.

“You’re the best dance partner I ever had, Sweetheart.”

The words bring a smile to your face, and you press a light kiss against Eddie’s throat before looking up at him. “Hey, can I tell you something?”

“Course baby,” he replies, his hand that’s on the small of your back tracing patterns over the material of your dress. “You can tell me anything.”

You pick your head up and look at him from beneath your eyelashes. “I’m not wearing any panties.”

That’s all Eddie needs to hear before he’s taking you by the hand and tugging you to the car.

“Slow down; I’m in heels!”you protest between giggles, but Eddie is not about to waste precious seconds that could be spent inside you.

You assume he’s going to drive home as fast as he can, which is why you’re more than confused when he opens the back door instead of the front. He slides in and pats his lap with a mischievous grin.

“In your car?” you balk teasingly, already ducking into the vehicle and draping a leg over his. “Eddie Munson, you’re a little horndog.”

He doesn’t deny it; he simply closes the door and bunches your dress to your hips. You certainly weren’t lying: there are no panties to be found. He inhales sharply at your perfect pussy on display like this for him, and his burgeoning erection twitches behind his fly. “Fuckin…holy shit,” he manages, letting his middle finger graze your glistening folds. “And already wet f’me, hm? Was it my dance moves?” He gently bites your earlobe, and you shiver at the sensation.

“Was…just you, baby,” you breathe, bringing your lips to his neck and trailing kisses along the side. His hands grip your bare ass, and you use the leverage to grind against the seam of his pants. “What’s got you so worked up?”

Eddie fumbles with his belt buckle, finally unfastening it with a relieved sigh. “‘S you. So fucking gorgeous, and all mine.” He whimpers when your fingers brush up against the outline of his cock while you unbutton his pants and tug down his zipper. “Tell me ‘m yours, please, baby.”

“You’re mine,” you whisper in his ear, taking in the new sensation of his cotton boxers on your throbbing clit and rubbing yourself against it needily. “All mine, only mine.”

Instinctively, Eddie finds your hole and slips a finger inside. “Bounce on it,” he instructs, pouting when you shake your head. “Whas’ wrong?” Shit, he thinks, was car sex a bad idea?

But you chase away his worries when you tell him, “Need more. Another finger. You’re too big for just one, Eddie.”

He happily obliges, making you feel full in the second-best way he knows how. With that, you take what you need, holding onto his shoulders as your pussy grips his thick fingers. He’s plunging them in and out of you as you ride them, the two of you working in perfect tandem to bring you to your release.

Eddie knows every last inch of your body like the back of his hand, and he curls his fingers slightly to drive you over the edge.

“F-Fuck, ‘m coming!” you moan, and it must be louder than you realize, because Eddie laughs and lets out a sshh.

“You’re gonna get us caught, pretty thing,” he warns you, but he doesn’t slow his pace. “I’ll have to tell the cops that I just couldn’t help myself; ya looked too damn gorgeous tonight. Had to be inside you.”

The thrill of being discovered has your orgasm crashing over you, and you cry out Eddie’s name as it hits. He removes his fingers from your pussy, popping them in his mouth and swirling his tongue around to lap up your slick. It’s enough to nearly make you cum again.

“Gotta feel you,” he mutters, taking his cock out of his boxers and into his hand. Pre-cum leaks from the tip, and if you had more room, you’d lean down to lick it off. “Gotta feel you around my dick, sweet girl.”

“Mhm,” you squeak out, aligning yourself over his length and sinking onto it. Inch by inch, you take him inside you as he stretches you in the most delicious way. The thick vein that runs from base to tip is heaven against your walls, and you steal a second to just feel him before you start moving.

His hands grasp your waist, sinking into the plush of your ass as he helps you ride him. “Thas’ perfect,” he growls, nodding as you bounce on his cock. “You make me feel so damn good. We were made for each other, I fuckin’ swear.”

The tempo is slow at first as you ease into it, trying to balance the fullness within you and the newest setting for your trysts. Gradually, you pick up a bit of speed, and he matches it, balls slapping against you.

“I love you,” you tell him, adding the promise of, “I’ll always love you.” You brush his hair from his face and kiss him passionately, tongue brushing his. When he pulls away for a breath, he gives your lower lip a little bite.

“I’ll always love you,” he swears. “Always, always, always.”

You can feel how close he is, and you’re right there with him, so you pull the trigger. “Prove it,” you murmur. “Fuck me so full that your cum drips out of me. Or maybe I’ll keep it inside me and get nice and knocked up for you.”

A string of swear words leaves his lips as he spills into you. “Oh, fuck yes, holy fuckin’ shit. Wanna get you pregnant, y’gonna look s’good havin’ my babies.” He presses his hands into the plush of your thighs. “Cream my cock, baby. Show me who makes you cum.”

Just a few more bounces is all it takes for you to cum again, flopping against his chest as you take big, heaving breaths.

“Can’t believe I scored on the first date,” Eddie jokes, and you bite his shoulder in retaliation. “Ow!” He rubs the spot dramatically. “C’mon, baby. Let’s get home, yeah?”

“Don’t wanna move,” you mumble, smiling as Eddie chuckles and kisses your scalp.

“Faster we get home, faster we can fuck on a nice, cozy bed,” he murmurs, trailing a fingernail up and down your arm. “And I can go down on you like a goddamn gentleman.”

The next morning, you’re barely awake and pouring yourself a cup of coffee in the kitchen when two rambunctious boys burst in.

“You’re here!” Luke cheers—which sounds more like shouting, this early in the morning. You and Eddie had talked about how it might look having you in the house when the boys woke up. But you figured they wouldn’t ask questions, and if they did, Eddie was ready to provide a long explanation on how something was broken in your car, and he couldn’t work on it while it was dark outside.

“Hi,” you say, voice still groggy from sleep. You shuffle over to the table and take a seat. A Munson boy takes a seat on each side of you, and you let out a chuckle. “Can I help you?”

“How was it?” Ryan asks.

Shrugging your shoulders, you bring the Garfield coffee mug up to your lips and take a sip. “I have no idea what you mean.”

“Oh, come on!” Luke whines. It’s hard not to smile and play it cool, so you just take another sip of your coffee.

“What is all the racket?” Eddie walks into the kitchen, the palm of his hand rubbing at his right eye. He’s wearing blue plaid pajama pants hung low on his hips and nothing else. You know there’s nothing beneath them because you watched him put them on as he rolled out of bed. He had tossed you a pair of his sweatpants to put on since you’d only been wearing a pair of panties and one of his old t-shirts.

“Daddy!” Luke calls, making Eddie wince at his volume.

“Take it down a few notches, kid.” Eddie ruffles his youngest son’s curls before walking over to pour himself a cup of coffee.

“How was the date?” Ryan asks, eyes looking back and forth between you and Eddie.

“Date?” Eddie asks. He walks over and takes a seat at the table before taking a casual sip from his mug. “Did someone go on a date last night?”

“Luke, you had a date?” you tease, poking him in the ribs. He gives an overdramatic roll of his eyes and runs his hands down his face.

“No! You two did!” he says.

“Oh, that’s right,” Eddie says, looking at you now. “I do remember seeing you at a restaurant last night.”

“You guys are the worst,” Ryan sighs, slumping down in his seat. It makes both you and Eddie chuckle.

“It was a wonderful date,” you tell them, deciding to end their misery. Now that they sense they’re going to get some answers, the boys are very alert and paying attention. It reminds you of how your childhood dog would react when you asked her if she wanted a treat.

“Was Daddy a gentleman?” Ryan asks. Eddie scoffs, as if insulted by the insinuation that he would be anything but.

“Of course he was.”

“What did you eat?” Luke asks. Leave it to him to ask about the food.

“I had steak,” Eddie says. “And…other things.”

Heat comes to your cheeks at the way he eyes you over the brim of his coffee cup. Giving him a light kick under the table knocks the smug smirk off his face, though.

“Like potatoes,” Eddie says, though you expect it’s more to appease you than anything.

“Ryan said I look like a potato,” Luke adds.

Coffee almost shoots out of your nose, and you have to quickly cover your mouth so you don’t spray the table with joe and creamer. This was life with the Munson men. Unpredictably hilarious and quite honestly the best thing you’ve ever had in your life.

“You don’t look like a potato,” Eddie responds.

“He did as a baby!” Ryan rebuts.

Eddie rubs his thumb and index finger over his eyebrows as he lets out a sigh. “It’s too early for this,” he mumbles under his breath.

“Are you going out again?” Ryan asks, and you’re thankful for the subject turning back on track.

“I don’t know,” you muse, tapping your fingernails against the porcelain mug. Both Ryan and Luke frown at your response. “I haven’t been asked yet.”

“Daddy, ask her!” Luke chides.

“Pretty sure I did ask,” Eddie says, raising an eyebrow at you. You know what he’s referring to, but panting out “fuck, when can we do this again?” while you’ve got his dick down your throat doesn’t count.

“Did you? When?” You smirk at him, backing him into a corner. Now he has no choice but to ask you properly. Eddie’s eyes narrow at you, and you can practically hear him saying you’ll pay for this later.

“Fine,” he grunts. He takes another sip of coffee before setting the mug down and clearing his throat. “My darling, would you like to go out with me again?”

It feels so infinitesimal to be asking for a second date. This is something teenagers do in high school, not adults with someone whose body you’ve already memorized or when you’ve already declared you’ll love them forever. But it makes the boys happy to hear and he does want to take you out again.

“I would be honored.”

Your reply still causes Eddie to break out in a beaming smile and reach across the table for your hand. Happily, you lace your fingers with his and don’t even notice the two boys watching with glee.

“Can we come?” Luke asks.

“Luke,” Ryan groans, “that’s not a date, then.”

“Did you kiss?” Luke asks, ignoring his older brother. Suddenly, Ryan is leaning on the table, eager to hear the answer as well. You see the heat you feel in your face reflected in the pink of Eddie’s cheeks.

“Boys—” Eddie starts before being interrupted by both of them whining.

“Daaaaad!”

“Come on!”

Trying to stifle your giggle, you give Eddie a nod to let him know it’s okay with you if he tells them. Receiving your signal, Eddie nods his own head in reply and shifts in his seat.

“Yes, we kissed.”

Both boys cheer; Ryan throwing his arms in the air and Luke dancing in his seat. You laugh in amusement as you watch them. The fact that they’re almost as happy as you are about you and Eddie being together warms your heart in a way that’s new. It feels as if a new compartment of your heart has been unlocked and all of this love is flooding into it.

“Okay, okay,” Eddie says, trying to calm the boys back down—even if he’s still grinning himself. “We’re all going to the Harrington’s today, so after breakfast I want you both to get dressed.”

“Uncle Steve’s?” Luke asks. “Why?”

“For a play date.” Eddie shrugs and rises from his seat. “More coffee?”

“Yes, please,” you tell him. He picks up your mug and presses a kiss to the top of your head. Neither boy misses the act of affection, and it feels like a surge of adrenaline spikes your blood. You’ve always been so careful not to let the boys know what’s going on between you—ever since that very first night. But now, getting to be so open about it, knowing they’re going to start seeing you as their dad’s girlfriend instead of their babysitter…it’s a lot. It’s not bad, but it’s a bit overwhelming.

“Yeah,” you say, shifting in your seat under their gazes. “You can play with Theo and Natalie for a while.”

It doesn’t escape your notice how Ryan flushes at the mention of Natalie’s name. You force yourself to bite back your smile but make a mental note to bring it up to Eddie later.

“Alright, Munson’s,” Eddie says as he places your coffee mug back down in front of you. “What do we want for breakfast?”

“Pancakes!” Luke says.

“Daddy burns those,” Ryan reminds him.

“Good thing I’m here,” you say, standing up from your seat.

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to do that,” Eddie says, ghosting a hand against your waist.

“I want to,” you tell him. “Sit.”

“No, let me help you at least.”

“Okay,” you agree. “Can you help me get everything I need together?”

“Course I can.”

Ryan nudges Luke across the table. The younger brother raises his eyebrows in question. Ryan nods his head in the direction of you and Eddie. Luke turns his head to see the two of you moving in tandem to get things out of the cabinets that you’ll need. You share passing words, gently touching or brushing up against one another as you work. It’s so domestic and comfortable for the two of you. But to Ryan and Luke, they’ve never seen something so peaceful. An activity as simple as making pancakes was a potentially explosive event in their lives up until now. It’s the first time both Ryan and Luke are realizing this is how it’s supposed to be. It’s meant to be, “can you pass me the flour?” instead of, “Jesus Christ, where did you put the goddamn pan?” like they’re used to.

The boys stay silent, just watching you and their dad help one another and him make you giggle. It’s possibly the warmest moment they’ve ever felt in this house. Ryan has the sudden urge to hug both of you, but he doesn’t want to interrupt the moment and have it stop. Luke watches in awe at the easy smiles you and Eddie give one another, never shooting the other a glare when they aren’t looking. It’s happy and it’s soft and it’s warm and tingly in a way he didn’t know existed. He’s never been so happy to have to wait for food to be made.

“Luke,” Ryan whispers, never taking his eyes off of you two.

“What?” Luke’s gaze never falters either.

“Daddy’s so happy.”

Luke nods enthusiastically. “And it’s all because of our super secret plan.”

Eddie rings the Harrington’s doorbell not once, not twice, but five times.

“Will you stop that?” you snap, but a smile dances on your lips. “You’re like a child.”

Eddie doesn’t have the chance to retort before Steve swings open the door. “Munson and Munsonitos! And, uh,” he stammers when he gets to you, “Lady Munson?” he tries, nervous to see your reaction.

Eddie wraps his arm around your waist. “Lady Munson, huh? Kinda like the sound of that.”

The four of you pile into the living room, and Steve encourages the boys to head into the family room where Natalie, Theo, and Danny are playing. “Amelia’s napping, but she’ll be awake and demanding Uncle Eddie cuddles soon,” he promises, laughing when Eddie huffs impatiently.

Steve walks over to the old record player a little too nonchalantly, shoving his hands deep in his pockets. “Let’s set a little mood music, shall we?”

Your boyfriend catches on before you do. “Nope, Harrington, no way. Absolutely n—”

Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh

Whoa oh oh oh oh oh

Uptown girl

She’s been livin’ in her uptown world

“I hate you,” Eddie grumbles, but his eyes give away his true feelings.

Steve doesn’t buy it, either. “Look at that shit-eating grin,” he teases. “You can’t even listen to this song without making eyes at her.”

“Harrington, I will throw all your hairspray in the dumpster if you don’t shut up.”

You’re spared from breaking up their ridiculous fight when Nancy comes in the room, twisting the cover onto a bottle. She waves you over, and you dutifully follow, not wanting to witness whatever nonsense the two men were about to engage in.

When Steve realizes that there are no women around, he leans in and whispers to Eddie, “I told you, didn’t I? Came to your work and said you should be fucking the babysitter.” He crosses his arms over his broad chest and shakes his head. “Overachiever that you are, you went for the whole relationship.”

“Overachiever, huh?” Eddie muses. “Never heard that one before.”

“I figured. She probably only says you’re not so tough, just because you’re in love with an—”

“HARRINGTON, I SWEAR TO GOD.”

You and Nancy can vaguely hear the end of Eddie shouting something at Steve, but you’re both in the playroom now and the kids drown them out. Ryan and Natalie are using an array of crayons and markers to create masterpieces that are surely destined to hang on the refrigerators of their respective houses. Luke, Danny, and Theo are playing with Legos and Hot Wheels. The three young boys try to make obstacles for the toy cars to overcome out of the small plastic blocks.

“I can’t lie,” Nancy says as the two of you take a seat on the couch at the far end of the room. “Steve and I were really impressed by the way you handled Theo and Luke’s candy bar argument.”

The praise catches you off guard but brings on a smile so large that it hurts your cheeks.

“Oh, um, thank you! It wasn’t anything major,” you tell her. The music playing in the other room suddenly switches off and Nancy lets out a melodious chuckle.

“I told Steve not to play Billy Joel,” Nancy says with a shake of her head, “not unless he wanted Eddie to kick his…” she trails off as she looks at the kids, “…butt.”

You’re not sure what to say in reply to that. Nancy knows the friendship between the two men far better than you do, having over a decade more of experience with them. Anything you could think to add would be so generic or minuscule next to any of her anecdotes about them that it would be obvious you’re just trying to fill the silence that is becoming more awkward by the moment. But you need to say something.

“So,” you start, Nancy’s full attention coming back to you at the sound of your voice. “You saw the Innocent Man tour? How was that?”

“Oh, wow.” Nancy blows out a breath and looks down at the floor as if she’s trying to conjure up the memories. “It was forever ago…but from what I remember, it was amazing. He just kept singing and singing.”

Just imagining that brings a smile to your face.

“Sometimes, I like to just focus on the piano keys and drown out everything else. Helps me clear my head,” you explain.

Nancy nods along. “I find myself doing that when I’m driving. If I ever play it at home, the voices of four children drown it out and it’s a little harder to clear my head.”

“You really are a great mom, though,” you tell her. “I can see how much your kids adore you.”

“Thank you,” Nancy says, a bit of emotion snaking its way into her voice. “And having a partner like Steve is the best.”

As if the sound of his name being spoken somewhere in the house summons him, a loud commotion comes from the room you’d left the two men in.

“Munson, let go of my nipple!”

“Not until you apologize!”

You and Nancy share an amused glance before shrugging at one another. Ryan even hears the ruckus and looks in that direction. When he sees that neither you nor his aunt are reacting, he goes back to his drawing.

“Well, most of the time he’s the best,” Nancy says.

The clock is ticking until Eddie and Steve come back in the room, but there’s something you feel the need to get off your chest while it’s just you two women there.

“I have to be honest with you, Nancy,” you start. “I was so intimidated by you. Like, almost scared of you.”

“Of me?” Nancy asks, raising her eyebrows in surprise. “Really?”

“Well, yeah,” you say with a huff of laughter. “I mean, just meeting you at Ryan’s birthday I could tell how sophisticated and intelligent you are. And then when Eddie talks about you — because as I’m sure you know, he loves talking about his friends — I heard how well accomplished you are and all that you’ve achieved and while being a mother of four. It’s beyond impressive.”

“That’s really sweet, actually.” Nancy gives you a shy smile and a touch of pink coats her sharp cheekbones. “But I promise, I’m a nice person. There’s no need to be afraid of me.”

For the rest of what you have to say, you find it harder to look Nancy in the eye as you speak. Your hands fiddle with a loose thread on your jeans as you cautiously glance back and forth from your thigh to the woman sitting next to you.

“Plus,” you say before you can lose your nerve. “I know how I look from an outsider’s perspective.” You risk a glance over at the kids, and even though they’re busy playing, you still lower your voice. “Young babysitter starts working for a family and then the parents are separating and I…ya know. With an older man. I know what people are going to assume when they look at me. And I don’t care, I really don’t, because I love him. And he loves me. But I care what the people in Eddie’s life think. What his family and friends think. Of me.”

Nancy lets out a sigh and there’s a sympathetic look in her eye as she nods her head.

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have some of those thoughts when I first found out about you two,” she confesses. “Not long, but longer than I’d like to admit. But you know what I said to Steve once we got home? That if you’re the light that lit a fire under Eddie’s ass to get him to dump Brittany, then thank God.”

Questions you want to ask Nancy about Brittany fly into your head in rapid succession. It doesn’t sound like the two of them were close. Does everyone hate her? It’s not hard to believe at all, but you’d love to hear it from a perspective other than Eddie’s. But between not wanting to look like a gossiper and the fact that the guys make their way into the room, you keep your mouth shut.

Nancy must share this sentiment, and possibly doesn’t want to discuss Brittany much in front of the kids, because she changes the subject as the men settle into seats around you.

“You’re in school, right?” Nancy asks you.

“I am,” you reply. “Finishing up my basic education courses.”

“Do you know what you want to do once you graduate?”

“Not a clue,” you admit with a sigh. “Right now, I’m really enjoying babysitting.”

“The kids love you,” Nancy gushes, leaning forward and resting her hand on your arm. “Not just Luke and Ryan—Natalie and Theo couldn’t stop talking about you, either.”

A sense of pride swells in your chest and you can’t help the bashful smile that grows on your lips.

“They’re all such great kids,” you say.

“Would you happen to have time to add the four great Harrington kids to your schedule?”

Having Nancy ask you that question makes you feel about fifty pounds lighter. Not only is she acknowledging you as part of Eddie’s life, but also has enough trust and faith in you to watch her children. The acceptance by her, Steve, and the kids makes you more emotional than you would’ve thought. It takes a moment for you to compose yourself to answer without your voice trembling.

“Of course!”

Your shoulders sag in relief and you hear a familiar tune being hummed behind you. Turning in your spot to look behind you, you see Steve perched on the back of the couch, a smug smile on his face. It takes your brain a moment to realize it’s Uptown Girl that he’s humming. Letting out an overly dramatic irritated groan, Eddie lunges at Steve, who shrieks and covers his chest.

“Stay away from my nipples, Munson!”

Nancy sighs and shakes her head.

“Would you look at that? There’s two more kids I didn’t account for.”

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[teaser] night d(r)ive | yjh

Pairing: Yoon Jeonghan x GN!Reader

Content: Angst, Fluff, Comfort | Friends to Lovers | College AU

Word Count: 5K (full)

Release Date: February 9 -> RELEASED HERE

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But despite his chaotic personality, you also know that he’s incredibly smart, having sat next to him in countless college lectures and trivia events.