#and i woke up late so i couldn't make one

[yourlocallunatic]

I desperately need more Ridoc teasing and in control. That was one of the best smutty fics I’ve read in a long time

Payback

Ricoc Gamlyn x Fem!reader 18+

summary: Ridoc loves to tease you and flirt with you, sometimes it might go a little too far. So you decide to show him what it feels like. He doesn't take it as well as you thought...(Follows Fourth Wing plot, before anything bad happens, I love the peace lol)

warnings: Smuuuutt! piv sex, oral sex (m receiving), fingering (f receiving) improper use of signets, dom!Ridoc, brat tamer!Ridoc, itty bit of praise & degradation kink. lots of dirty talk too many feeling (I couldn't help it, I love love)

wordcount: 6.9K (lol)

notes: thanks for the request and love! I could not get the scene from OS were Ridoc and Vi are arguing and she says how ice starts forming at his fingers when he's getting angry out of my head. I just had to include it. Can't stop thinking about Ridoc and his cold ass hands (might need to dedicate a whole post to it lmk if you'd wanna see that)

You were friends Ridoc. Just friends. Nothing more. He was a rider, you were a rider, you had your squad, your section leaders, your wingleaders. Everything was normal and as it should be.

Until it wasn't.

You couldn't pinpoint exactly when it happened or what exactly Ridoc had said to make you want to get back at him.

Maybe it was the day he'd called you beautiful right after you'd fallen in the river during flight maneuvers. Your dragon had plucked you out of the water and returned to the flight field where everyone else was, your clothes were sopping wet, and drops of water slid over your face. The rest of your squad was laughing at you (like the annoying friends that they were) even Ridoc laughed. But that was before he wiped a drop of water off the tip of your nose and spoke in a low and somewhat sultry voice.

"You're so beautiful when you're wet..." your face had heated at his words, not understanding exactly his lewd implications until he continued. "Wonder what else gets you that wet..." You'd pushed him away and screamed at him, scolding him for talking like a pervert. Rhiannon was not far behind in lecturing him.

Or maybe it was the full week he refused to call you anything other than princess. He regularly used the pet name in a way that made your heart flutter. But he was your friend and that's just what Ridoc did to his friends—tease. He'd still use the nickname with you on occasion, but only when he really wanted to annoy you.

Perhaps it was once he developed his signet and realized he could use it to absolutely annoy the shit out of you and your whole squad. He had started by wrapping his fingers around Violet's hot mug of tea when she wasn't looking and freezing it solid. Next, he woke up before Sawyer and froze his door shut, resulting in him being late to formation. But the kicker was when Ridoc discovered that he could dramatically cool his body temperature and even form frost on his fingertips. So in the moments you'd least expect it he would lightly drag his fingertips along you, the cold shocking you to your bone. At breakfast, during formation, he even went too far one time to grasp your upper thigh during battle brief. The chill ran all the way up your spine to the base of your skull, the contrast of the cool of his fingers and the heat so close to your center drove you crazy. You yelped at the feeling and disrupted the whole class, which caused Ridoc to burst out laughing.

No, no, it had to be the time when he straight up asked to sleep with you. That must've been what made you decide to get your revenge.

Violet had been complaining about how she missed sex and Liam offered to find some candidates for her. Ridoc decided to throw his name in the ring, saying he'd be happy to oblige her at any time.

"There’s no way Liam would pick you for Violet out of a lineup," Rhi chimed in, "He has good taste."

"Seriously, I need Liam to find someone for me. I miss sex too..." you joked, adding to the conversation.

"Well princess, like I told Violet, I'd be happy to help out," Ridoc said, leaning over next to you and messing with your hair. He was always flirty with his friends, that's just what he did, but honestly, it was getting too much.

"No thanks, I'll pass," you chuckled lightly as you tried to calm your racing heart.

"C'mon pleaseee," he all but begged you. You rolled your eyes at him in answer—a regular one of your responses to his antics—but he didn't accept it. The fingers that were messing with your hair found their way to the back of your neck and a steady flow of coldness jolted you in your seat. He leaned his head in closer before speaking once more, "You know I'll make you feel incredible sweetness, can I please just spend one night with you?" His cold fingers gripping the back of your neck and his warm breath on your face...holy Dunne...you knew Ridoc was hot but would today be the day you confessed your feelings?

Before you could asses the waves of arousal flowing through you and decide if you wanted to kiss him or not, Ridoc burst out laughing and removed his hand from you.

"I totally got you that time!" He held a hand to his chest as he caught his breath and you finally came to your senses.

"Fuck you, Gamlyn!" you cry and lay your head on the table in embarrassment.

"What happened?!" Sawyer asked from the other side of you. You groan in response curling further into yourself.

"I fully just turned her on, dude! Right before Physics too!" At this point tears were streaming out of his eyes from laughter

"Aw, Ridoc, ew! Don't be such a perv!" Rhiannon scolded him. Your face was still tucked in your arms on the desk.

"But she liked it," he said in a sing-song tone, his laughter finally subsiding. No. That's it. Ridoc was a fucking relentless, teasing, asshole of a flirt and he had to get a taste of his own medicine. You swing your face up from the table, the redness on it surely not gone yet, but it is about time someone said something to him.

"You better watch your back Ridoc," you snap, pointing your finger and digging it into his chest, "I'm gonna make sure you get what's coming for you."

"Ooo feisty, huh? We'll see about that, Princess."

And thus—the game began.

The first week you started simple, just as he had. You'd woken up in a particularly good mood as you knew that was the day you were going to turn the tables on Ridoc. You made your way to the dining hall in the morning and sat where you normally did with your squad and waited...Ridoc was always late in the mornings, he was a night owl and was regularly in other people's rooms. Not that it bothered you…no, you weren't jealous. No. Of course not. Nope. But surprisingly he was somewhat on-time that morning and his floppy brown hair fell over his forehead in the perfect messy way it always did. You kept your eyes on him as he made his way through the food line and to your table, completely disregarding your breakfast in front of you.

"What are you planning?" Violet asked through her mouthful of food, eyeing you suspiciously. You kept your gaze, not even breaking it to respond to your friend.

"You'll see," you smirked.

As he approached closer you scooched over, creating a spot at the table for Ricoc, and patted the bench in earnest. And waited again. You knew he would make a comment.

"Hm, someone's excited to see me this morning," There it is. He walked right into your trap.

"I can't help it..." You sigh, doing your best to sound sincere (though, it wasn't difficult to be sincere with him)

"Hmph?" he groans in response, mouth full of food.

"You just look sooo handsome this morning, want you next to me," you rest your cheek on one hand that's propped up by your elbow, and the other hand reaches out and slowly twists in his dark locks. You gaze at him, watching him closely in anticipation. His eyes shift looking between your own, looking for something. Gods...his eyes, so warm, so full of light. You want to get lost in them, in the joy they hold, in the stubbornness and fearlessness, and fuck. He was starting to laugh.

"W-what?" you stutter, retracting your hand from his hair.

"Gonna have to try harder than that, sweetness," the smile never leaves his lips as he digs into his breakfast.

"AHH," you grumble and stand from your seat. How the fuck did he win this one? You storm out of the dining hall, immediately starting your next plan.

"What in Malek's name did I just watch?" You hear Rhiannon's voice fade out as you leave.

The second week, you stepped up your game. Big time. If you couldn't flatter him you would flatter yourself. It was Tuesday night, squad hand-to-hand practice. Your normal training clothes weren't very favorable for your figure, you normally stuck to the standard issue training pants and boots and a plain long-sleeved top, but it was spring now, the weather was warmer, and no one would question your change in attire. So you changed. You wore the smallest and tightest of your training tanks, one from before you gained muscle as a rider, and at the very bottom of your armoire, you found your old tights. They were meant for training so it wasn't anything scandalous, you'd just outgrown them. But because of the tightness of the leggings, you did have to forego your undergarments to avoid any panty lines.

"Damn, girl. What's all this about?" Rhi asked you as you two and Violet made your way to the training room. You tugged on the straps of your tank to ensure your breasts stayed in place. Yeah, very tight.

"It's...hot out," you respond, not at all convincing them.

"Is this about you trying to get Ridoc back for getting you all hot and bothered before Physics a couple of weeks ago?" Violet speaks up, amusement imminent in her voice.

"He did not get me 'hot and bothered'" you defend yourself, "just...a little turned on. He just won't stop teasing, just trying to show him how it feels!" you continue your defense.

"This is seduction. Not teasing," Rhiannon says. Whatever. Is that not what Ridoc was doing to you? You just roll your eyes and continue into the training room, eyes immediately seeking out Ridoc. You find him on the mat, sparring with Sawyer. The fight was pretty evenly matched, Sawyer had a little height on Ridoc, but Ridoc had a little more bulk on him. Fuck, those muscles, straining the sleeves of his shirt. You shook your head and cleared your thoughts moving closer to the mat. You walk right up to the edge of it and cross your arms, subtly pushing your breasts up and closer together.

"Looking good boys," You say, gaining their attention, hoping you could draw Ridoc's away just long enough for Sawyer to get the high ground. Unfortunately, you overestimated Sawyer's ability to keep his eyes where they need to be.

"Woah." Sawyer sighed lightly under his breath. You rolled your eyes at him and looked for a reaction from Ridoc. He just looked you up and down slowly before tackling Sawyer to the ground. Seriously? 

Sawyer just bumped down a notch on the friend poll. 

The boys finish their match quickly, Ridoc taking the win after Sawyer lost his focus, and exit the mat. You stay at the edge waiting for Ridoc to pass you and acknowledge you in some way other than giving you a once-over. He saunters over slowly, a light sweat glistening his forehead and leans down right to your level before speaking.

"You look good too, princess," your face heats and your heart beats faster at the excitement of your victory over him. Until he keeps talking. "But...I've already imagined your body enough times to not be surprised at how good you look." You don't know if it's anger or arousal that's causing wetness to pool at your core, all you know is that he's won. Yet again.

That same night you tried again and failed. You thought maybe sparring with him and getting your bodies closer would get him going, but it proved the opposite. You'd ended up underneath him, heat coursing through your veins. However, you could've sworn you felt something poking at your lower stomach, maybe it was just false hope.

By the third week, you knew you'd have to come up with something really good. But you didn't. You tried to search for something that you could do to get back at him, but everything you came up with was either not good enough or too good, to the point where you think it would just backfire and you'd end up turned on again.

It was a Friday and all your friends decided it was time for a much-needed study night—aided by some alcohol. You walked into Sawyer's room defeated, still not have come up with anything good enough to tease Ridoc with. The room was full, Sawyer laid sprawled across his bed with Violet sitting at the foot of it, Rhiannon and Liam lay on the floor with their texts open in front of them, then there was Ridoc. He sat on the chair at Sawyer's desk, facing your friends and ignoring the books on the desk, his legs were spread wide and his hands were crossed behind his head. He smirked as you walked through the door and looked around for a place to settle down.

Your eyes crossed the room and landed on Ridoc, your gaze lingers on him for maybe a moment too long, but that one moment was enough for a stupid thought to enter your brain. Hopefully, stupid enough to work.

You throw your bag and jacket on the ground and step over the books laid on the ground, making your way to Ridoc. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it quickly when you plopped right down in his lap. He was stunned silent for a moment before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into him to settle you into his embrace.

"Oh? Go right ahead I suppose," He says cockily, but you catch the hint of confusion in his voice.

"What? There was nowhere else to sit," you feign your confidence and try to ignore the feeling of Ridoc's arm around you.

"I would have gladly moved to avoid whatever this is..." Rhiannon says from the ground in disgust. You ignore her comment and begin a conversation with Liam, trying your best to pretend you weren't sitting in Ridoc's lap. But once you got a drink in you, and a little more, it became very difficult to ignore. That was when you had your next bright idea.

Violet was talking about her issues with Riorson and you nodded along as she droned on with her complaints, your brain was a little fuzzy and you were growing bored of her repeating the same thing. After a while your body had relaxed perfectly into Ridoc's and as the conversation flowed your body relaxed even more and the little thought wormed it's way into your brain. You didn't think about the implications of your actions before you wiggled your ass and slowly ground down on his lap. His grip tightened around you waist, a warning maybe?

You waited for his arm to loosen around you before you made your next move, letting the conversation around you continue you once more ground your hips down onto his lap, doing your best to make it look like you were just adjusting. His grip tightened again, and this time you felt his cock begin to harden underneath you. You were winning this time.

You don't wait this time before moving again, fidgeting in your seat as you hear Liam trying to defend Riorson in the background. Ridoc didn't let up on his hold on you, this time wrapping his other arm around your waist and digging his fingers in deeper. He grunts lowly behind you as you grind your ass harder down onto him. The harder you go the harder his fingers on your waist grab and his bruising grasp suddenly grows cold as he grows harder. Oh fuck.

"This the game you want to play?" His voice was right next to your ear, his hot breath causing a chill to run through you. You can't stop, not now, you were so close to winning this. But his voice. And his arms around you. And his cold fingers. No. You turn your head a little to the side, your lips so close to his as you respond.

"Hm, I'm just giving you what you deserve."

"Yeah? Okay, princess. We'll play that way then," His words were low and gravelly, filled with arousal. You nearly moaned out loud. But he was fast. Only a second later he shoved you from his lap, you stumbled to stand as the conversation around you died down. You swing your head to look at him and ask him why the fuck he just did that but he had already gathered his things and was halfway out the door, mumbling a quick "Gotta go." and leaving you speechless.

"What's up with him?" Rhi asks, sending a questioning look your way. Your astonishment slowly turned to a feeling of pride and a small smile appeared on your face.

"Let's just say I finally got him back," you smirk and move back to the chair where he sat, the seat still warm.

That's what you thought at least.

Another week passed and you were confident you had gotten your revenge on Ridoc. He hadn't said anything about the incident, leading you to believe that he was just embarrassed. Oh how wrong you were.

It was late, the hallways dark, only lit by a mage light or two. You couldn't sleep so attempted to make your way to the flight field for a late-night flight. But you didn't make it very far before you were slammed face-forward against the wall. You tried to reach for the daggers on your belt but the assailant already had your wrists in their grasp. Your breathing picked up, a slight cry crawling its way out of your mouth in fear and you could hear your heart beating in your ears. Over the sound of the blood rushing through your head, you heard a slight shushing behind you, and warm breath on your face. Your senses came back to you and you felt the freezing cold hands on your wrists. Ridoc.

"Shh, shh, just me, sweetness," his voice was still teasing despite the immense fear you just showed. Your body relaxed instantly, slumping against the wall and letting his arms hold you up.

"Gods, Ridoc!" you keep your voice low, still aware that it's very late at night. "What the fuck are you doing?!" He hums in response, foregoing verbally answering your question. His face was still close to yours and he inhaled deeply before burying his face in your neck. "Ridoc, wha—oh..." A breathy sigh leaves you when you feel his hot tongue trace down your neck.

Shivers ran down your arms, covering you in gooseflesh as you melted even further into the wall. His hands move from your wrists and run all the way up your arms then back down to your waist, all while his tongue keeps moving. His cold touch finds its way to the hem of your shirt and slowly moves it up, his fingers glide across your the expanse of your stomach your body practically vibrating at the feeling. His mouth moved on your neck slowly and you didn't expect it when he bit down lightly.

"Ah! Fuck," you groan at the feeling, your panties surely soaked through at this point. Ridoc chuckles out a light, melodic laugh and leisurely withdraws his face.

"You like that?" He breathes out. Your brain was so foggy with arousal you didn't even think before responding.

"Mmm, yes," you crane your neck, reaching for his mouth with your but he retracts further, his hands falling from you, leaving your body colder than it was with his frozen fingers against you. He backs away even more as you turn around, his back almost against the opposite wall of the hallway. "Ridoc?" you sounded pathetic, you were sure of it.

"What, princess? I thought this is what you wanted to play now?" His voice was so gods-damned cocky. A wave of disappointment ran through you as he walked further away and down the hallway. Away from you in all your desperation. "Don't look so sad," he call out to you in a mock pout, "you'll get what you want eventually." Fuck. Him.

You withheld from your nighttime flight and instead made your way back to your room in haste. Stripping your pants off and laying on your bed as soon as you shut the door. You may be pissed at him, but he was still ridiculously hot and turned you on to no end. You rub your clit in furious circles, coming to your peak quickly and moaning out Ridoc's name. Well, you'd get back at him twice as hard.

The next day at breakfast you leave your food untouched, your thoughts running too fast for your sleep-deprived brain.

"Hmm...someone's sleepy," Ridoc says as he settles onto the bench next to you, far too close for comfort. "Wanna talk about what's keeping you up?" he asks knowingly.

"Not particularly," you snap back.

"Was it a guy? Or a girl? Finally find someone worth sleeping with?" He continues his teasing. Your first reaction is to be annoyed, you roll your eyes in response, but you still have a little confidence left.

"Yeah, actually," you answer him, sitting up in your seat straighter and scooting just a tad closer to him.

"What?" you could've sworn he sounded a little hurt.

"Mhm. He keeps walking around me though, just wish he would fuck me already, had to take care of myself last night," he coughs lightly and looks down at his plate, you take his moment of shyness as an opportunity and slide your hand over his thigh, moving it up slowly to where his cock started to harden. But that moment doesn't last long.

"Yeah? Maybe it's cause he's trying to teach you a lesson for being such a brat," his tone grows darker the further up his leg you get and you can't help the flush that seems to go through your body at the thought of him getting hard for you.

"Well, maybe he wouldn't have to teach me a lesson if he wasn't a brat first," you make your move in sync with your last word, cupping his hard cock with your hand. It was a step up from what he'd done to you last night. A really big step. Fuck, he was thick, you did what you could to fully grasp him from the confines of his pants but it was difficult with how large he was.

Ridoc wasn't taking any of your shit, he grabbed your wrist and moved it away from his center then pulled to bring you closer to him.

"You're gonna regret that, sweetness," How did he manage to sound so teasing and so sexy at the same time? "You thought last night was bad? I'll have you on your knees begging for me next time," Your body stills at his words, you've exhausted all your courage and were left in front of him defenseless. He stares into your eyes as your body begins to tremble with need. He managed to get to you every single time, but at least this time you'd known for sure that you were also getting to him.

"Will you guys please just shut up and fuck already?" Rhiannon finally shouts, slamming her cutlery down on the table. "It's making me fucking sick."

"Sorry, Rhi," Ridoc pushes away from you, easily masking his emotions while you still sit in agony. "Not my fault," that breaks you from your trance.

"Not your fault? I–I'm not–"

"Save it, princess," He shuts you up way to easily, standing swiftly and exiting the dining hall. Your head falls to the table in defeat and embarrassment.

"You two are seriously disgusting," Liam speaks up. "And that's saying something." You groan in response, whining at the teasing from your friends. But even through your embarrassment you couldn't get Ridoc's words out of your head and you tried to push the thought of begging on your knees for him out of your head.

Over the next few days, you did your best to avoid Ridoc. Not that you didn't want to see him—it was the opposite really—you just weren't sure if you could handle any more teasing (seduction) from him before breaking. He'd caught your eye a couple of times a subtle twinkle in them every time, paired with a smirk on his face. That alone was enough for you to want to get on your knees for him.

It was exactly five days later when he came back to you to fulfill his promise. Five agonizing days without speaking to Ridoc. You tried to convince yourself that it was just because he was turning you on, but you knew the truth. You knew it was because you had real feelings for him, and you were afraid he didn't return them.

You'd just finished training for the day and were ready to crash for the night, your back sore and arms tired from holding out against Imogen. You closed the door to your room behind you and lay on the floor to stretch your stiff muscles. You hadn't even been alone for a minute before your door burst open and shut again in quick succession.

"Ridoc?" he rotates his wrist slightly and you hear the lock on your door click behind you and he locks it with lesser magic—something you still haven't mastered. He stalks over to where you are on the ground, your body propped up by just your elbows and before you know it he's on top of you. Kissing you. Hard.

Your arms give out beneath you but Ridoc is there, wrapping his arms around you and holding you up.

"Couldn't—mph—wait another fucking minute," he grunts out as you begin to return his kisses, struggling to keep up with his fast pace. His words. His mouth on yours...you could've sworn you'd reached the afterlife and Zihnal had favored you. You keep kissing him in earnest, not caring that he decided right now to give in for whatever reason. What did make him give in right now?

"W–wait, why now?" You try to push him away gently but he resists trailing kisses down the side of your neck. He mumbles between them, something unintelligible, you push him harder "Ridoc, can't hear you." he gives into you and pulls away slightly to speak clearly.

"I said, you're wearing that fucking shirt again," you look down and it clicks in your head, this was the tiny training tank that you wore that one day to tease him. And you had worn it again for training that night, not even thinking it would do anything to him after the first time.

"Oh so you just saw my tits and couldn't hold back," you taunt. He does not take to your teasing well and grabs your face with one hand, his cold fingers squishing your cheeks together.

"Don't forget what you did the other day, sweetness. I'm not going back on my word," You feel your body being to submit to him, but you still want to push him a little further, you weren't quite done with your game yet.

"Hm, want me on my knees?" you question, craning your neck to try to capture his lips again. He ignores you and stands, walking to the door.

"Fine, I'll leave."

"No! No, stay! Please, Ridoc," you scramble up from the ground, not quite making it to your feet as your pleading begins. This can't happen again, he can't leave you to take care of yourself once more. You could've been begging for life itself with Malek with the way you felt.

"Seriously? All it took was three words and you're doing exactly what I want you to," he turns from where he stands by the door and looks down at you pathetically. There you were. On your knees. Begging him.

You honestly couldn't care at this point that you'd given up completely on your goal to tease him back. You needed him. Just as you needed air to breathe. You'd surely regret your actions tomorrow but there was no way you could wait any longer.

"I give up, okay! I just need you to touch me, please..."

"Think you're gonna get away with it that easy? After all your teasing..." he tsks and walks closer to you, moving his hands to his hips to unbuckle his belt. Your mouth waters at the prospect of his cock in your mouth. You reach your hands out impatiently to take over the job of removing his belt, but right when you get there he slaps your hands away. "No hands. You're gonna take what I give you, princess." you nod in understanding, opting to behave and listen to him so he doesn't threaten to leave again.

He removes his belt and undoes the button on his pants, sliding them and his boxers down just enough to pull his leaking cock out. You'd felt it the other day, yes, but seeing it was something else. If your mouth was watering at the thought, you're sure you started drooling at the sight. He pumps himself a couple of times, spreading the wetness at the tip with his thumb before he sticks his hand out in front of you, mumbling out a "Spit." you listen, spitting in his hand and letting the excess drool fall down your chin as you look up at him through your lashes. He continued to touch himself a little longer before you realized what he was doing. He was waiting for you to ask for it.

"Ridoc, please...can I please?" you ask as soon as you realize what's going on. You notice him drawing in a deep breath to keep control before he answers you.

"Please what?"

"Ridoc! I asked nicely," You pout and start to bring your hands up again before deciding otherwise, knowing you'd get in trouble.

"Yes, you did. But I want to hear you say it," You could tell he was having a hard time holding himself together and you were too, so you gave in.

"Wanna suck your cock, please—" You couldn't even finish before he grasped your jaw again and opened your mouth up, shoving his thick cock inside. You choke at first but quickly adjust and start to get to work.

"Good girl, see what happens when you obey?" his words shoot straight to your pussy, his praise making you even slicker.

"M–phm," you agree, your response muffled. He moves slowly, but you know it's more for his sake of not finishing too soon than it is for your sake of not choking again. He fucks into your mouth and you bob your head in rhythm, soothing the underside of his cock with your tongue. He tasted amazing, better than you imagined when you touched yourself.

"So good, princess," he groans and wraps his fingers in your hair and pulls your head off him, your lips leaving him with a pop. Drool streams down your chin, tears threatening to fall out of your eyes. You try to move forward again but his hand in your hair holds you back. "You're not done behaving are you?"

"No, no, I'll behave," you answer with a shake of your head.

"Good. Take your clothes off and sit on the bed." You move quickly, not wanting to spend another second without his hands on you. You remove your shirt first while kicking off your boots, then make quick work of your pants and lean back to sit on the edge of your bed. You cross your legs at the ankle and swing them back and forth, impatiently waiting for Ridoc as get walks closer to you. He reaches his hand out and plucks at the thin strap of your bra. "All of your clothes," he says sternly. You grow slightly nervous to be completely naked in front of him with him being mostly clothed.

"But—" your words are cut off with only a hard look from him. You stand again and reach around you to pull your bra off. Ridoc's grip on his cock visibly tightens as your tits bounce free. You keep your eyes on him and lean down, taking your panties off and dangling them in front of his face before dropping them to the ground with the rest of your clothes. "Happy now?" you snark, though still keeping the smile on your face to show him you would keep behaving.

"Very," he sighs before pouncing on you. He captures your mouth with his lips again, licking into your mouth to wind your tongues together. His fingers ran over your body deftly, the light touches driving you mad. But his fingertips grew colder, they were literally ice against you and you whine at the feeling.

He was losing control, he wasn't able to keep his signet in check.

He didn't acknowledge his signet taking hold, instead, he broke away from your kiss momentarily to remove his shirt and shove down his pants even more. You reach out to touch him, disregarding anything he might have to say about it. Thankfully he seems too lost in his mind to bother with it, so you run your hands along his body your fingers feeling their way across his muscular back, and pull him closer to you.

Fully undressed now, Ridoc glides his hands further down your body as he continues to kiss you deeply, your own hands tangled in his hair. He clutches your hips hard and moves one hand to your aching cunt then drags his fingers through achingly slow.

"Ridoc! 'S too cold!" you gasp at the feeling of his frozen fingers at your core. But he ignores your complaint and keeps moving his fingers through your slick.

"So fucking wet, sweetness," he moves his head away from your mouth, leaning back to admire your pussy. "You're dripping, sweetness, did you get this wet just from sucking my cock?" You nod your head in response. "Yeah? You've been wanting this for a long time, huh?

"Please, need more."

"More? I gave you my cock...I'm touching your pussy...what more could you want?" You groan in annoyance at the fact he's making you beg more.

"Ridoc, please! Want you to fuck me, please, I've waited so long..." You cry out pitifully, his fingers still fondling your center.

"Yes, you have, but you were acting like a slut," He plunges two of his fingers deep inside of you, curling them upwards to give you the friction you needed, sinful moans flew from your mouth. "If you just asked me to fuck you I would have, princess."

Despite his dominating tone, the last of his words held a sweetness to them, you knew that if you truly did ask him, he would've done anything for you. But instead there you were, begging him to fuck you while his ice-cold fingers did the job his dick should be doing.

"Ridoc, I need you, please, I need your cock inside me, I'm sorry for teasing! Just please, fuck me!" Your voice was desperate, embarrassingly so. But he wanted you begging and he got it. Seeming satisfied with the job you were doing he pulled his fingers out and stuck them in his mouth, licking them with a tantalizing look on his face and a deep guttural groan.

"There it is," he says as he pulls his fingers from his mouth, "just needed to say sorry, princess, that's it. Good job, I'll fuck you now, don't worry." His voice sounded sweet, but there was a darkness masked underneath it. If you didn't trust Ridoc so much you might've been worried about what was in store for you, but you knew he'd never hurt you.

He grabs a hold of your hips again and pulls you right to the edge of the bed before rolling you onto your front and pulling your ass up. Then, before you know it you're filled to the brim with his thick cock.

"Ah, fuck!" you shout. Pleasure coursed through your entire body, your brain fuddled in ecstasy. Ridoc leaned forward, pushing his cock into you impossibly deeper in the process, and craned his head right down to where your face was smooshed on the bed.

"Tell me if it gets too much and I'll stop, okay, sweetness?"

"Mhm," you answer, too lost in the moment to give a real response.

"No, not gonna cut it, use your words," He didn't move, refusing to do so until you listened.

"I'll tell you, promise," you utter.

"That's it, who knew the slut could be such a good girl?" His tone regaining it's cockiness. He started fucking into you slowly after answering, but his pace picked up fast, very fast.

You felt like you were being completed, his cock fitting you perfectly, rutting deep against your cervix as his fingers bit harshly into your hips, pulling you back against him in deep motions. You covered your mouth with your hand, doing your best to contain how loud you were being.

"Gods, you feel so good, princess. Like you were fucking made for me," you moan into your hand at his words, just the thought of you being made for him, being the one for him, had you keening. Wishing you were the only thing he would ever touch again, the only being he would even taste again, touch again, breathe again.

Your sorrowful thoughts didn't last very long, the feeling of him surrounding you taking over. You loved him. You loved him. You loved him.

"I love you."

You blanch. Afraid of what you'd just said. You go to slap your hand over your mouth, wait. Your mouth was already covered by your hand. You didn't say that. Ridoc did.

You revel in the joy, the splendor, the indulgence of the words. But also the feeling of him fucking you so deep and hard. It was all too much too fast. Your climax approaches fast, not giving you any time to prepare before you're coming all over his cock, tears break free from their walls, flowing down your face in rivulets. You squeeze hard around his cock as you orgasm and his pace falters.

He pulls out after your cunt stops pulsing and strokes his dick a few more times before he's spilling his seed across your ass, saying a string of curses as he does so.

Your body falls lax against your bed and you feel Ridoc wiping himself off of you with soft fabric and wrapping his arms around you, pulling you up to lay the right way up on the bed. He adjusts so he lays first, dragging you to lay your head on his chest. He loves you.

"There we go, c'mere sweetness—" He sits up quickly, your head rolling off of him as he shoots forward, hands moving to your hips with soft touches "Oh, oh fuck—oh my gods I'm sorry, princess. I'm so fucking sorry, I—I didn't mean to." You tilt your head and look to where his hands barely graze your hips, there your skin is frostbitten into the shapes of his perfect fingertips. Your mind whirs and you look at his face, worry etched over it so clearly. His eyes swim with tears. He loves you.

"Did you mean it?"

"NO! Gods, I'd never...I think I just lost control and—and I can't even tell you how sorry I am princess, gods I can't—" his lip trembles and he moves his hands away from you to run them through his hair.

"Ridoc, no. Do you love me?" you reach to take hold of his face, turning him so he's looking you dead in the eye. The tears don't fall from his eyes and they soften, his body relaxing as he sees the look that has so obviously been on your face for so long.

"More than anything..." He melts into your hold, the affection such a drastic change from him just a few minutes ago. You don't let him say anything else before you move in on him, locking your lips together again. The kiss wasn't as desperate as your ones from earlier, but just as passionate.

"I love you. I have for a while I think..." your voice draws off as you think back to how you acted toward him. "Sorry for being so bratty...just wanted to tease you back to show you how it felt." His gaze switches from a loving look to one of amusement before he tosses his head back in laughter.

"It's okay, sweetness, can't you tell that I like a little bit of excitement?" you giggle along with him.

"Yeah, I guess..." you say, still a little nervous.

"Gods, you're so fucking hot, can't tell you how hard it was to hold myself back from you for so long." You smile, confidence flooding back through you.

"Hm, good to know." You push him back onto the bed to lie again before you crawl into his arms. The place you'd so long desired to be in. You glance down at your bodies entwined together, like roots that grew into each other. His hand still absentmindedly tracing around your lightly frostbitten hips. The marks didn't hurt too much, just enough to remind you he'd been there. You still loved his cold hands.  

[oopsiedaisydeer]

ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ

…𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳

angst, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, miscommunication, arguments, making up, friends with benefits, emotional intimacy, slow burn, unresolved tension, affectionate, soft, explicit smut, oral sex (f receiving), feelings realized, love confessions

pls pls pls listen to the song that inspired this fic!

word count - 1.2k

She woke with a start in the dim glow of her bedroom, the distant hum of the TV a quiet reminder of last night. Her heart pounded as memories, blurry and raw, floated through her mind. In a sudden flash, she was back in the heated moments of their argument, voices raised and words edged with hurt and longing.

Had it been a nightmare? She couldn't remember which parts were real and which had been added in, distorted as she tossed and turned. Had he left? Was he gone?

“You don’t get it,” she’d pleaded, frustration lacing every word, as tears blurred her vision. “We used to laugh, to share everything…not just… this.”

Matt’s tired eyes had met hers in a moment of weary resignation. “I’m too tired to fight with you right now,” he’d said, his tone more sorrowful than angry.  

It felt like all they'd be doing lately was fighting. They didn't hang out anymore… not without it ending like this. Him in another room. Him on top of her. Their eyes never quite meeting.

“I feel like you only ever come over to sleep with me, Matt. I miss you. You're here every other night and I'm still missing you. Even when you're right here.”

“That's not fair, Y/n.” he said, as he walked out of the bedroom, leaving her behind.

The argument wasn’t just about sex. Their friendship was slowly dissolving into something solely physical. She hadn’t admitted it, but deep down, she missed the old Matt. The guy who made her laugh, not the one who made her come, who came over to watch movies, not watch her undress.

Rising from the bed, she rubbed the sleep from her face and shuffled toward the living room to find him. To be sure he hadn’t really left. At 2 in the morning, she pauses in the doorway. There, bathed in the gentle glow of moonlight, lay Matt, the soft light revealing the exhaustion in his face.

In that quiet moment, the raw edges of their argument began to soften. She moves to the couch, her steps heavy with regret and hope. Her hand reaches out, hovering in the space between them.

Eventually, the weight of regret and longing overwhelms her, and her resolve crumbles. With hesitant steps, she lays down beside him, each movement driven by a desperate need for warmth and reassurance.

As she nestles close, the hurt recedes, replaced with a comforting warmth. Matt’s steady breathing and the gentle rise and fall of his chest reassures her. Harsh words shifting into a bittersweet reminder of how deeply she cares for him.

“I hate that we fell asleep after a fight.” she whispers to him, pressing a kiss to his forehead. His eyes flutter open, and there he is, tucked in like an angel against her. Slowly, she lets the silence speak for them, letting her lips rest delicately against his face, cradling his head into her chest. 

The argument becomes an intermission, a pause before they resume the deeper, unspoken bond between them. Amidst the quiet moment of their reunion, she realises that despite everything, she feels lucky. Lucky that he waited for her, that they could find their way back from the edge.

“I'm sorry.” he mutters simply, reaching out to pull her into his gaze.

He trailed kisses along her eyebrows, eyelids, the tip of her nose, and finally her mouth. It was strangely intimate; they didn’t usually kiss like this.

His hands moved slowly over her, and she pulled him in closer, sharing her warmth. They’d been friends for so long before this that the new closeness felt both foreign and familiar…so good, so warm, yet oddly unpracticed. But his whispered apologies and gentle caresses began to rebuild what they’d nearly lost.

“Can we go back to your bedroom, baby?”

Baby? He’d never called her that.

She nods, despite herself, and before she can even think about how they’d get off the couch, he lifts her. Her legs wrap around him instinctively as he carries her toward the bedroom. A soft giggle escaped her, a brief sound of relief amid the tension.

They collapse onto the bed, and he looms over her like an unspoken prayer. He reaches for her hands, and she feels like she's on fire. Pressed up against her, she can feel him grow hard. It feels more than intimate, the way he nips her jaw lovingly while murmuring sweet nothings.

His eyes are soft as he leans in and starts kissing her forehead, then her cheeks. His kisses are gentle, a quiet way of making up for the harsh words from earlier. Matt slowly begins to remove her shirt and shorts, his touch careful and respectful. When his lips find her collarbone, she shivers at the warmth of his kisses. He pauses to meet her eyes.

“I'm so lucky to have you,” he says quietly. “You're always going to be someone I want. I can't stand a minute without you.”

She nods, and his words seem to settle the tension between them. His hands continue to explore as he moves his kisses down to her breast, softly sucking on her nipple until she gasps.

“Please, don’t stop,” she whispers.

Matt shifts his focus, moving lower with deliberate care. He nudges his nose against the soft skin of her inner thigh while holding her hand gently. “It’s okay, baby,” he murmurs.

Matt’s low voice broke the silence as he said, “I'll always take what you give me. You want to just be friends? I can handle that. You want to have sex? I can more than handle that. You want something more? I've been waiting for that.”

Before long, he’s beneath her, his nose pressed on her slit as he holds her hand. She whimpers, unsure of herself as she squirms. He squeezes her hand three times, as if it were a silent affirmation of his feelings. Does he love her? she wonders.

Then he turns his full attention to her, using his tongue steadily over her most sensitive spot. Her moans grow louder as he works at a measured pace, his focus clear and determined. The room fills with the sound of their pleasure, and every touch feels like a small promise of something more.

After a moment, he pulls back slightly and looks into her eyes. “Things only started making sense to me when I realised I'm in love with you,” he confesses.

Each word is a wave of love rushing over her, and as he reaches out to kiss her again, a rare occurrence for them, it feels like she has a four leaf clover in her hands.

“You're a dream to me, Matt. You know how people talk about their ‘dream guy’? That's what you are. You're my dream. My dream, Matthew Sturniolo.”

He doesn't respond, just murmurs affectionately as he drags his lips down from her collarbone to her breast, suckling her tit gently. He continues until she whimpers loudly, and arches her back. Then he moved to her left side. Once she was ready, he trailed kisses along her ribcage, his hands steady at her waist.

Finally, with sincerity in his tone, he murmured, “I didn’t come over just for this, you know. But if you’ll have me, and if you want to, I’d love for this to be our first time as a couple.”

creds to @bernardsbendystraws for the dividers <3

a/n: don't love this but womp womp

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[petrichoravery]

But you peeked right over somehow | s.r

summery: your disbelief in love has always held you back from a relationship with Spencer, but you think it's time to be brave now.

word count: 2k

warnings: reader is avoidant and makes some weird decisions, but, like, be nice to her please, she's scared; mentions of avoidant attachment style, toxic relationships (someone having made r feel stupid and worthless in the past) and of parents fighting, but nothing detailed; reader is also mentioned to be drunk once, but it’s in past tense and it’s really just the word mentioned. English is not my first language.

a/n: the pictures are obviously no indication of how reader looks, they are just there to make this all look pretty and aesthetically pleasing. I've tried my best not to describe any physical appearance of reader. reader means a lot to me, I hope you’ll like her. Also, the gorgeous!! dividers are not mine, all credits to @/enchanthings-a on tumblr. The title is from 'circling' by tiny habits

You didn't believe in love—not the one in the movies, anyway. Your sad attempts at it have always ended with you feeling lonelier than before and your parents… well, let's just say they're not the best example either. So you built the walls higher and higher, placing brick upon brick, so no one would be able to look over them.

Until you met Spencer.

He has nested himself between the bricks like wisteria and has been so impossibly stubborn, but so kind about it, too. Never asking for more than the few fleeting moments you had. To the point were you weren't even sure if you wanted to rid yourself of him anymore.

You had met him at a reading of your favourite book a few years ago. You had forgotten your book on your seat and he had ran out and handed it back to you, a white piece of paper with messy handwriting in black ink slipped in between the pages. I like your taste in books, maybe you could recommend me some:). it had said, with his number on the bottom.

You had been friends for a while after that, because you always blocked his attempts of turning what you had into more.

Until one drunken mistake on your side turned into two and the two of you decided that: friends kiss, right? (Well, you decided it, Spencer was just happy to go along with whatever you were most comfortable with.)

For a while you convinced yourself that whatever you were feeling—the butterflies in your stomach, the way your heart was racing every time he touched you—was just lust. It was easier than admitting that you were falling hopelessly in love with him.

So when you woke up this morning, in your bed with him sleeping next to you, you couldn't help but watch him. The way the soft morning light, shining through the silk curtains, drew shapes onto his skin, the way his brown curls framed his face. You just hardly resisted the urge to reach out and touch him, your hand curling into a fist so hard that your nails dug half-moon shapes into your palm.

You got up after a few moments. Quietly, so you wouldn’t wake him. He landed in Virginia late after a case, but still decided to come over to your apartment, because he had forgotten something there. You ended up, self-sabotagingly, inviting him to stay the night and now you were here; with an angel in your bed and a devil on your shoulder.

You tip-toed into your kitchen, finally being able to breathe a little louder. Leaning onto the counter, hanging your head, you felt pathetic. This wasn't how things go for you, normally. You didn't pine and, even worse, yearn (you gagged at just the thought) for men like you were right now.

Then again, Spencer was far from normal.

And because of that, your heart was racing and you caught yourself, more often than not, at the bookstore in the classic section, asking yourself if Spencer had that copy of war and peace already. He probably did.

You scoff at yourself. Maybe you just needed to go to the club again. Cleanse yourself of this feeling. Forget about him and his stupid brown eyes, the way his hands feel when they— Stop.

"Are you okay?" A sleepy voice asks from the doorway.

You turn slowly. Spencer was still in his oversized gray sleep shirt, the fabric worn-out and thin. His hair a mess of brown, soft curls. God, get it together.

"Yeah," you mumble, "just…headaches."

He steps closer, careful, as if not to startle you. "Do you need anything? Ibuprofen?"

"No, I'm okay. Thank you."

He nods, but his eyes search your face. It’s clear that he knows something is off—he's a profiler, after all. He smoothes his hand over your wooden counter top and you wish so badly that those calloused hands were running over your skin instead.

"Breakfast?" You croak, already turning around and rummaging the cabinets for two mugs.

A hand finds your wrist, turning you around with a gentleness you're not sure you deserve. You pull away quickly, as if his touch burned you.

He frowns a little, but doesn't comment on it. "I'd love breakfast," he pauses, "Can you talk to me? Please?"

His idiotically big puppy-dog eyes and the way his hand feels on your skin makes you want to kiss him stupid.

So you do, impulsively. Kissing him was so much better than answering his questions and he might forget, as a good side affect—

Spencer pushed against your shoulders gently, untangling your lips from another after indulging for a short second—he was just a man, after all.

He knew that you were only kissing him to distract from the topic at hand and he also knew, that he would forget about this conversation too quickly if he let you.

"Not that I don't love kissing you, but something is bothering you and I want to understand what it is. So can you please talk to me?"

"About what?" You try and he looks at you, disbelieving.

"Come on—" he says your name, and it's so soft, "You've always been careful with the idea of an relationship with me, but it's been getting worse. You tense up every time I touch you and tip-toe around me. I just want to know if I did something to upset you. I want to fix it."

Your skin is crawling with his rejection of the kiss and you can't help the words of defensiveness bursting out of you. "You can't always fix everything, Spencer. I'm not just another case to solve."

Spencer doesn’t even flinch. "I know you're not. I'm sorry, my wording was off. I know something happened to you in the past and you need it slow and that's okay. I never pushed and I'm not pushing right now, but I want to understand what it is, what's going on in your head."

He was being so, so kind. You felt like crying. "Nothing! Nothing is going on in my head, just—" You feel like an animal in a cage, ready to chew off your foot to get out of the trap.

Spencer lets his hands drop from your shoulder to his side again, knowing you well enough to know that touch may not be comforting to you right now.

The gesture grounds you, reminds you that you are talking to kind, gentle Spencer, that he is only worried about you. So you try to reel back, trying your best to be just as kind, to be deserving of him. But you're a viper full of venom and you're sure you might never be able to purge it from your body enough to ever deserve him.

"I'm sorry." You whisper, looking down at your miss-matched socks.

"It's okay. I understand." He's not sure what to do. An aggressive UnSub was nothing in comparison to you being uncomfortable and him being unable to help. "We don't have to talk about it. We can eat breakfast and I'll tell you about the stars again."

His lips quirk a little as you laugh, even if it was just the smallest sound, it was something.

"No, it's okay. I—" You have been knocking on Spencer's door and running away before he could welcome you in for too long. You have decided that you're ready to pass the doorstep now.

Your therapist has advised you to get out of comfort zone more, anyway, and if Spencer leaves after this conversation, at least you can go back to not believing in love. "I figured I had to tell you at some point. If I really wanted this to be a thing."

You gesture between the two of you at the last part, voice dropping to a quieter tone and you look up at him though your lashes without lifting your head.

He looks surprised. That's okay. You'll just laugh and pretend it was a joke—

"Yeah," he steps closer, brushing hair out of your face, "if that's what you want. I’m not forcing you to."

"I know you're not." You sigh, closing your eyes as his fingertips brush against your jaw. "Truth is, nothing really happened. I guess I've just had rotten luck in love."

The hair tie you're wearing on your wrist is suddenly so interesting and you chew on your lip to have something to do with your mouth, otherwise you'd just blurt out everything he wants to know.

"My parents have been fighting more than they haven't since I've been really young. Nothing too bad, but it was obvious that they weren't in love. I doubt they ever were."

Spencer doesn't say anything, choosing to let you finish without comment. He knows what's coming, he's been through it, too. Parents who fight, relationships that fail, never feeling loved in the way the movies show you. It can make you feel hopeless.

"I was a late bloomer, I guess. I've had my first relationship at twenty-two. Not that I cared, I had convinced myself that I didn't want love at that point, anyway. So when I did find it… I was elated. I thought, yes! finally it's my turn. Well, they hurt me quite badly, made me feel bad for everything that I didn't know, like—like they were better than me. Maybe they were, I don't know, it doesn't matter."

Ouch. Spencer thought. No one deserves that. Much less you. His hands find your wrist again and his thumb slides over your pulse point.

"They're not." He says with so much conviction that you have no choice but to believe him. "Someone who makes people feel bad for trying to learn things is not, in any way, better than the person who is trying."

You shake your head. "No, it's okay. I— yeah. It's whatever. It just hurt in that moment."

You do that a lot, Spencer notes, pushing your feelings onto your past-self like they don't affect you now, when he knows they do. Or else you wouldn't be here.

"I did go on a few date after that," you continue after a short pause, "but I kept myself locked away pretty tightly. Never let it go further than the third date. A few years later, when I let someone else in, it got quite toxic, quite quickly. From both sides. We were dependent and avoidant at the same time. They were just…they showed me off a lot and were so gentle and kind, but I realised after a while that it was just their way of making sure I stayed. And I…I started feeling trapped and accused them of some pretty messed up stuff. We didn't make it really far after that."

Tears start building on your lash line and you look at the ceiling, begging them to stay buried. That was your tell, Spencer knew it too well. He brushed his thumb under your eyes.

"You don't have to." He murmurs.

"I'm almost done." You promise and look at him for the first time since you started the story. "I didn't have any serious relationships after that, just…harmless flirting, but I was too scared to let myself fall again. I never felt loved enough, I guess…or I was just selfish and greedy."

Spencer shakes his head. "You deserve the love you want." Ducking his head, he makes sure you're looking at him. "That's not selfish."

"I think I did." You whisper with the shyness of a high-school kid, eyes searching between his. "Find it, I mean."

The corners of Spencer's mouth lift into his wonderful smile and for once in your life you know you've said the right thing.

"Lucky me." He answers, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, pulling you against him gently.

"Yeah. Lucky." You breathe out, wrapping your arms around his waist. It was clear that you don't quite know just how lucky someone must be to have you in their life and Spencer was going to work hard to make you will.

You bury your face into his shoulder, breathing in his scent. "Thank you." You whisper.

"Don't thank me yet." He chuckles softly, his warm breath tickling the top of your head. You melt into him at his words, as if his stupid joke had a magical soothing effect. Of course you'd thank him. You won't stop thanking him for being him until you were six feet under.

"I'm sorry for snapping. I just—"

"Don't. It's okay. You don't need to explain yourself to me." He says, earnestly, into your hair.

"I know I don't. It wasn't fair of me, though."

"Maybe. But better unfair and raw, than fair and polished. I want you, un-performing."

You sigh into his shoulder and try not to cry in gratitude.

Being open was hard when you've been burnt for it before and you knew there was much to overcome, but you didn't doubt one bit, that you could overcome every hurdle with the help of Spencer. Step by step growing on your walls together. Wisteria and ivy.

a/n: please don't hesitate to send me your thoughts and show support by re-blogging and liking if you liked the fic!!

[hansoleil]

★ ˙ ̟ ─── . “(dis)pleasure ”.

— hannie × reader. — 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: smut. — 𝘄. 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 3452. — 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: follows from "(im)patience", afab reader, brat tamer!hannie, semi-public sex, exhibitionism (mention), degradation, thigh fucking, unprotected sex, dacryphilia. — 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: okay so doing this is quite nice...

𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔. it's your turn to test jeonghan's patience.

Contemplating your options you came to the realization that there weren't many, well, at least not many that were actually effective. Since the infamous episode of your two precious ruined orgasms you've been trying to come up with some genius plan to also test Jeonghan's patience — doubting if you could reach the same level of evilness as your boyfriend.

Doing the same thing wouldn't work — he was too smart for that —, he would catch on to your intentions even before you were able to begin. You couldn't think of a way to get him back, because you knew that from the moment Jeonghan touched you, you would lose the ability to deny anything he wanted — he knew how to handle you very well, especially if his hands were on your body. The only way of making anything work was by not letting him touch you.

Wait a minute...

This was the perfect way of getting your revenge: not letting Jeonghan touch you — at least, not sexually.

── ★ ˙ ̟ ──────── . ♡

The first day of your big plan turned out very well, primarily because Jeonghan spent the whole day outside the house. He got off work late at night, when you were already sleeping — he didn't even have the energy to try anything. Things only got weird when, in the morning, you woke up with the same sensation of his cold hands squeezing your body. It was common for Jeonghan to wake you up with sex, especially if you two weren't together the day before — this was his way of showing he missed you.

For quite some time you reciprocated his touches without really thinking about it, your mind still hazy from sleep. However, it was when you felt his fingers grazing the hem of your panties that your mind "clicked" — finally reminded of your strategy. You got up on a whim, mumbling something about being hungry to him and leaving a very confused Jeonghan on the bed.

On that same day, he still tried to get inside or pants. But with your lack of response, Jeonghan just understood that maybe you weren't really turned on and just gave up. He was content with just cuddling for the rest of the day, no ulterior motives behind it. Watching Hannie all frustrated when you didn't give him what he wanted shouldn't be as amusing as it really was — you were so entertained that you even thought about making things even funnier by teasing him whenever you could.

── ★ ˙ ̟ ──────── . ♡

You threw yourself on the bed facing down, your face seemed concentrated, giving all of your attention to the book between your hands. Your boyfriend took his eyes off his phone as soon as he saw you enter the room, not paying attention to anything other the fact that your pajamas were too short on your body, only to confirm his theory the moment you lay down — since the tiny shorts rolled up, leaving half of your ass on display.

He didn't even try to hold back, burrowing his face into the crook of your neck to shower your skin with kisses. His hands squeezing your thighs forcefully, slowly going up to where he wanted. You didn't let his fun last long, shaking your body impatiently you made clear that you wanted to be left alone.

"I'm reading, Hannie!", you scolded. You were the only one aware of how much of a lie that was, your brain wasn't grasping on a single word from the book in front of your eyes.

"You can read later, love. I want you...", he never messed around, always extremely direct about his desires.

"Okay, but I don't. Leave me alone.", you retorted harshly. Your boyfriend sighed in defeat, giving you the space you asked for.

[...]

As incredible as it may seem, Jeonghan waited patiently until you stopped (pretending to) read the book. Staring at you as you placed it on the headboard and turned to lie down facing him.

"What?", his solemn expression made you want to laugh.

"Can I?"

"No.", your answer came too quickly, the man frowned. Jeonghan watched your face in complete silence for a few seconds, seemingly connecting the dots in his own head.

"That's because I didn't let you cum.", it didn't sound like a question, because it really wasn't. He understood that this was the only plausible explanation to your constant refusal. You tilted your head as if to say "I don't know", but you clearly knew. "And you think that the best way of punishing me for not letting you cum is to deprive yourself of it even longer? You used to be smarter, love." he smiled mockingly, already getting on your nerves.

"I don't need you for that, Jeonghan. I have fingers, you know?", if his intention was to make fun of you, he might as well leave with a bruised ego.

"Oh, you don't need me. Of course you don't need me, love.", the taunting smile was still there. "Tell me then: if you don't need me, why are you always begging for it, huh? You can make yourself cum, can't you?", his face lit up with your lack of response. "Not gonna answer? What's wrong? Is it hard to admit that you need my cock to make yourself cum?", what's even more degrading to confess is that the sarcastic tone he used to talk to you made you wet.

"And I really don't. I told you, I can handle myself.", there wasn't an ounce of confidence in your voice, but you were still determined to push all his buttons.

"Oh, so you're telling me you know how to play with your little pussy better than me? Is that it?", being honest, you wanted him to play with it right now.

"Yeah. That's it.", you almost stuttered, his presence became intimidating and it was making you weak.

"Okay then. You can take care of yourself.", the man repositioned himself in bed, as if he was getting ready to sleep.

"What do you mean by that?", you said it before, but it's worth repeating: a "complying" Jeonghan is never a good sign.

"Nothing much. Since you know how to pleasure yourself without me, I'm no use. I'm not fucking you then.", he adjusted the pillow behind his head.

"And since when can you control yourself?", the laugh you let out along with the question was equivalent to a punch in your boyfriend's pride.

"You don't want to play this game with me, love.", he answered with his eyes already closed.

"And if I do?", you didn't think his arrogance would last forever, by tomorrow morning Jeonghan would probably already have his hand inside your panties.

"Then take it."

── ★ ˙ ̟ ──────── . ♡

You interpret the previous moment as a torture sentence. Ever since that conversation, the atmosphere in your apartment was heavy, and not a little. Even though you and Jeonghan treated each other with all the affection and respect in the world — after all, you were still a very much in love couple — the competition between the two of you took the center stage. The teasing from both sides seemed never ending and this affected the mood of you both — since the two of you were sexually frustrated and were not very good at hiding it.

No one wanted to give in and you guys also made sure to make things difficult for each other. Being with you wearing shorter and shorter clothes all the time or Jeonghan pretending not to know that you heard him every time he got himself off in the shower. Honestly, you two even started to avoid being in the same room for too long — afraid that y'all might end up fighting because of the accumulated tension or even worse: giving in to the temptation.

And that's why Soonyoung's birthday celebration couldn't have come at a worse time. Being in a nightclub full of your friends while you two would be forced to pretend not to be upset with each other sounded like a disgraceful task.

Your boyfriend recalled the event as soon as you woke up and, since the reminder, you kept thinking about how the hell you were supposed to bear being around Jeonghan to not raise any suspicions. You didn't want to make the atmosphere awkward on Soonyoung's birthday, so not having to explain the reason for the distance between you and Jeonghan sounded like the best plan — and, being honest, the reason was very much embarrassing. You'd have to keep your act right.

[...]

Being in the same car as Jeonghan was the first challenge. Trying to pretend he wasn't stupidly hot dressed all in black was the second. But the worst part was really having to put up with the not-so-discreet glances your boyfriend was stealing from your cleavage without saying a word.

You practically ran to Soonyoung's girlfriend as soon as you entered the club, being close to Jeonghan was dangerous and you wanted to avoid it as much as possible. You spent a good part of the night with the other girls, since y'all seemed to have a lot to catch up on.

However, your peace didn't last forever, as they decided on returning to the table — with the alcohol entering everyone's bloodstream, the neediness appeared too and you, unfortunately, weren't immune to that. You returned to the group as soon as Soonyoung's girlfriend also did. The table was full, sometimes you forgot how big your friend group was.

"Damn, there's not an empty chair in this place.", you said jokingly, watching Soonyoung's girlfriend run to sit between her boyfriend's legs.

"Then sit on my lap, love.", Jeonghan addressed you for the first time that night. You involuntarily froze, taking a few seconds to think of what you should answer.

"Hmm, I don't feel like it, Hannie.", you forced a mild smile, not wanting to risk it.

"Why not? Did I do something?", he asked loudly, making everyone at the table watch the scene with curiosity. Jeonghan looked at you with feigned confusion — you never wanted to slap his angelic face that badly.

There was no other alternative: you had to sit on his lap to avoid making things weird. And apparently, you weren't able to hide your discomfort being on Jeonghan's lap, since a somewhat worried Joshua felt the need to ask if you were okay. Yeah. You were not very good at pretending.

"If you keep acting like that it's hard to pretend everything's alright.", he whispered right beside your ear. Startled, your body jumped a little, the voice sent shivers down your spine. "They'll start asking what's wrong with us, my love.", his arms embraced your waist, pulling you closer. "And what you're gonna say, huh?", to anyone watching from the outside, Jeonghan seemed to just be talking with you — the angel face was still there. "Are you going to make up an excuse? Or are you telling the truth?", he pecked your cheek to make everything seem even more innocent. "Gonna tell them how badly you wanna get fucked? Hm? That you're so desperate for my cock that you might even let me fuck you in front of them?", your mind collapsed, you even prevented yourself from opening your mouth — afraid that you might moan if you did. "Is that it, love? Gonna let them know how you play with this little pussy whenever you think I'm asleep? Yeah? Or you thought I didn't notice?", you felt your face burning like hell, but nothing could top the mess on your panties. "Tell ' em how you love to cum begging me to ruin you... as if I'm not listening. Say it, slut.", you were almost at your limit. "Confess that you love being my little cumslut, love. Say it and I'll fuck you right here.", it was enough.

You stood up abruptly, drawing surprised looks from everyone at the table. You pulled Jeonghan by the arm and he didn't even bother showing any resistance as you dragged him to the nearest bathroom, locking the door as soon as you entered. It was humiliating to have to say this while Jeonghan looked at you with the most taunting expression ever, but you had no choice:

"Fuck me... please.", you hesitated to say the last part, pride completely shattered.

"And if I don't want to...?", you felt your insides twitching, you really didn't have the patience to put up with his little games.

"You won, okay? I admit it: I can't cum without you. Happy?", everything came out in a rush, you couldn't wait any longer. "Please, Hannie."

"And who are you to decide when I get fuck you or not?", he clicked his tongue in annoyance. "So the little slut only gives it to me when she wants and I have to fuck you whenever you want? Is that it?", to anyone besides himself it didn't seem like Jeonghan was leaking inside his own pants. "This doesn't seem fair to me, love. What do I get out of this?", hands inside his pockets, he leaned against the wall behind him.

"Hannie...", you didn't even know how to reason with him, only one thing on your mind. Moving closer to your boyfriend, looking at him with doe eyes, hoping that your needy behavior would break his attitude.

"I didn't ask for my name. Come on, _____. Tell me a reason why I shouldn't leave you here to... what did you say? Handle yourself.", the threat made you tremble, you didn't want to leave without getting what you needed so much. You wrapped your arms around Jeonghan's neck, who refused to lower his torso, even with you pulling him down. "Have you forgotten how to speak, slut? I bet that head of yours does not have a single thought.", you melted into your boyfriend's body, who still refused to reciprocate your touches.

"I'll do whatever you want, Hannie. Please...", you tried hard to kiss him, but he turned his face away, clearly enjoying the situation. Now, even though you weren't in the best position at the moment, your patience had never been abundant enough to put up with your boyfriend's behavior. Without hesitation, you squeezed his cock through his pants.

Jeonghan's legs almost gave out, his hips involuntarily pushing against your hand, one of the most beautiful sounds you had heard in all the years you had been together leaving his mouth. It was so damn delightful, your face lit up in a smile, but it didn't last long. Not when a very pissed off Jeonghan switched positions and pinned you facing the wall without any difficulty.

"The fuck was that?!", he squeezed you even tighter, demanding an answer. You couldn't hide your satisfaction in breaking Jeonghan — even if it was just a little — the smile didn't go unnoticed by the man behind your body. "Do you think it's funny, stupid slut? Let me have some fun too then.", you depended on your hearing for the next few seconds, a rustle of fabrics behind you.

Unable to turn around to look, the firm hand on the back of your neck didn't leave you much of a choice. You felt an arm embrace your waist, forcing you to bend over, rearing up towards Jeonghan.

"Close your legs.", it didn't make any sense, but you weren't in the position to be asking questions at that moment, so you obeyed. Nothing could replicate the expression of disappointment on your face when you felt his heavy, wet length sliding between your thighs. It couldn't be. Jeonghan wasn't that cruel... or was he?

"Hannie, I don-"

"Shut up if you still want to cum today.", his pace was slow. A warm and sticky liquid being smeared on your inner thighs. "Squeeze it.", you obeyed immediately. "Fuck, just like that...", he gasped lowly right behind you. Your body shivered, rolling your hips unsuccessfully trying to stimulate yourself too. He pressed his burning skin against yours, his head right beside yours so he could moan in your ear. Jeonghan played too dirty sometimes.

"Hannie, p-please...", frustration was numbing your thoughts. There was a knot growing in your throat, you didn't know how much more you could take.

"Thought I told you to shut up.", his tone was harsh and that finally threw you off, warm tears streaming down your cheeks. A small sob caught Jeonghan's attention, he looked at you surprised. "Are you crying?", your face burned, it was so humiliating. You tried to hide, not wanting to deal with him mocking you at the moment. However, Jeonghan was fast to halt your attempt, keeping you in his sight — face still turned to the side, it was the best he could do considering the position y'all were in. Your boyfriend let a small chuckle escape, trying to hide the fact that he almost came just by seeing your tears. Hell, he didn't even know he was into this, had just found out. "Princess, are you really crying for cock?", you really, really, really wanted to disappear.

"Stop it, Hannie.", you pouted — such a hellish situation. Unable to hold it any longer, you finally felt Jeonghan pull your panties aside.

"I'm going to give my princess what she wants, okay?", he slided the leaking tip between your folds. "It's dripping so much, baby. I was being mean, wasn't I?", his tone all coyly near your ear — he had changed from water to wine, maybe you should cry more often. You nodded, red eyes closing as soon as you felt him push in.

Your moans came out in unison, the both of you were too sensitive after so much teasing. Jeonghan started thrusting his hips at a frantic pace, going so much time without feeling you made his self-control evaporate. Your legs trembled, your walls contracting overstimulated.

"Squeezing me so fucking hard, princess.", his hand already reaching to play with your clit, you whimpered.

"Slowly... I can't t- ah!", a slap on your pussy made your body contort.

"But you asked for it, didn't you, slut? So shut the fuck up and take it.", the movement of his hips got even rougher, your body shaking with the impact. His fingers moved from your clit, now trying to find space to get inside you — along with his cock. "Such a slutty pussy, yeah? This little hole takes everything I give it.", his words were enough to make you squirm. "Gonna cum for me, love? Hm? Do it. Make a mess on my cock.", the command worked like a spell. Your legs gave out, Jeonghan had to hold you very tightly to keep you from falling as you convulsed in pleasure.

Waiting so long made the feeling almost excruciating, it was like you couldn't stop cumming. Jeonghan also didn't last long after watching you, hot and abundant liquid spurting into your insides.

This would hardly be forgotten by both of you.

[...]

Jeonghan was trying to clean the inner part of your thighs as best he could. You watched him, all the love in the world trapped behind your eyes, while being sat on top of the sink. Thoughts about your Hannie filling your mind, you couldn't hold back your laughter at some of them.

"What's wrong, love?", he said, already laughing too — not even knowing what it was about.

"Nothing. Just thinking that someday you're going to end up driving me crazy.", in all honesty, that was pretty much it. Jeonghan got under your skin with absurd ease.

"I can try... but you'll still love me regardless.", he looked into your eyes, gathering all the sincerity he could muster.

"Too cheesy, Hannie.", you faked a disgusted expression.

"Yeah?", he man cupped your face between his hands, kissing you affectionately — slow and full of everything he couldn't put into words. You both couldn't help but smile between the kiss. "I love you so much, princess. Even if I piss you off almost every day.", his face still close to yours. Whispering the confession, as if it were something that only belonged to the two of you.

"I love you too. And I wouldn't change a thing about you... even if one day I end up in a psych ward.", your laughter came out uncontrollably. Jeonghan gave you another kiss — as soon as he managed to stop laughing.

"It's time to go, princess.", he helped you fix your dress.

"I don't know if I have the courage. After all this time they probably already know what we were doing...", you felt your face burning in embarrassment.

"Oh, you didn't notice Soonyoung listening to everything I whispered in your ear? That kid can't keep his mouth shut, I'm sure everyone got informed as soon as we got up."

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𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘺

┈➤ 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦’𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴.

pairings : chris x reader

warnings/contains : smut , strong language , lowercase intended , not proofread , oral (m!receiving) , i think that's all (lmk if not !)

a/n : i know this is late, i wanted to write something for valentines day but haven't had any ideas ! this was only meant to be short, but i got carried away.

wc : 18k (sorry bae.)

part one of two, your gift to chris.

| 00

it's valentines day.

chris had spoilt you the whole day, like he always does. chris always came over to yours for valentines day, so you two could have some peace and privacy to do anything you both wanted to.

| 01

from the moment he woke up, chris already had a plan on how to spoil you, and he executed it immediately.

you groaned groggily as you began to stir, waking up -- much to your dismay. you slowly turned to face chris, wanting to know if he was awake yet. but as you turned, you couldn't see chris. just the crinkled be sheets from where he was comfortably sleeping previously, the covers on his side pulled back slightly.

you roughly rubbed your eyes, thinking you were just tired and that chris was still there.

but as you looked again, the bed was still empty.

chris never got up before you, he'd always wait for you to wake up or sometimes he'd be so tired he'd still be asleep.

confusion filled your curious mind as you tried to determine reasons as to why he wasn't there, but none of them made sense.

you glanced over to the bathroom, smiling softly at yourself as you realise he's probably just in the bathroom, and you're slightly overthinking things. your face dropped again. he wasn't.

where could he be?

he wouldn't have gone to the shops, he wouldn't have gone back to his brothers yet, so where is he?

just as you're about to tiredly drag yourself out of bed, the door creaks open quietly.

chris enters the room quietly to make sure he didn't disturb you in case you were still asleep, carrying a wooden tray with a plate full of food on, and a drink dangerously balancing next to the plate, wobbling, threatening to tip over and spill.

"chris? where were you?" your voice was soft, quiet, croaky and hoarse from just waking up. you noticed the tray and curiously

sat up to see what was on it.

“went to make you breakfast. you can’t judge my cooking skills, i tried.” he smiled sweetly, happily walking over to the bed, clearly proud of his cooking, despite his unusual attempt to act humble about it.

the food was perfectly placed on the plate. it was clear how much effort he’d put into it to make it as perfect as he could for you. it smelt incredible, like it was cooked by a professional chef.

“thank you, baby. it looks and smells amazing.” you cooed gratefully, placing a soft, warm, appreciative kiss to his cheek as he bent down to place the tray on your lap. 

“anything for you, ma.”

| 02

chris had firmly demanded you let him take you on a date. 

and here you are; dressing up while chris’ over with matt and nick, who were most likely tying his tie for him.

you straightened out any crinkles in your beautiful black dress, checking yourself out in the mirror to check you looked perfect before walking into your bedroom. You picked up your favourite perfume, spraying it a couple times on your outfit, hair and wrists, then spreading the remaining perfume on your wrists along the sides of your neck.

you heard a buzz coming from your phone. the message was from chris. it read; ‘leaving now. be there soon’. 

excitement rushed through your veins as you eagerly awaited chris’ arrival.

not too long later, you heard a knock at your front door. you rushed downstairs to let chris in. smiling as you open the door, chris stands there patiently, a bouquet of your favourite flowers clutched in his hands. “for the most beautiful lady i know.” he grins lovingly, passing you the flowers. “awwe, thank you, chris!” your heart melts warmly at the sight of chris standing there, looking all smart and neat with his black and white suit on, his hair combed to perfection.

| 03

before chris took you out on your dinner date, he took you to lunch. 

you giggled as chris tells you what happened to him the other day, when he almost fell into an old lady in the shops. the waiter comes with the bill and  you swiftly thank the waiter and shove your hand in your purse, hoping to get your money out before chris could pay. you smugly lifted your hand to place the money on the bill, multiple ten dollar bills clutched in your hand, thinking you’d beat chris to the bill. chris didn’t move, didn’t reach to get his money out. he knew what you were trying to do. your eyes meet chris’ firm gaze. he was going to make you put the money away even though you’d already got it out. 

“put it back.” he demands sternly, his eyes piercing into yours, leaving no room for debate. 

“let me pay this onc-” you began to speak softly, but chris was quick to cut you off. 

“i’m giving you three seconds to put your money away.” his hand moved to swiftly cover the bill, preventing you from placing the money down. despite the fact his exterior seemed snappy and stern, he was saying it in the most loving, sweet, caring way, but making sure you didn’t think twice about paying.

you thanked him sweetly and put the money back in your purse as chris finally got his money out after watching you put the money away, making sure you didn’t try to put the money down when he wasn’t looking.

| 04

it was getting darker now. the sun had set, the sky was a beautiful dark navy blue with a few little stars sprinkled randomly across the sky, the crescent moon beaming brightly through the night sky.

chris hadn’t let you do anything for him today, except for shower him with loving words, telling him how much you loved him and how lucky you are to find someone as amazing as him. but you couldn’t not do something for him, it was valentines day!

you and chris were cuddling snugly as you watched a movie together with the duvet cosily tucked over the both of you. well, chris was watching the movie. you were thinking of something you could do for valentines day for him this late. Suddenly, you thought of something. 

something you knew chris would love.

you told chris you were just going to the toilet, but as you got up, you reached down sneakily for something tucked in one of your drawers. 

the lacy red lingerie set chris loved.

you hid the skimpy outfit from chris as you walk past and enter the bathroom, closing the door gently behind you. you quickly removed your comfortable clothes and replaced them for the lingerie. you shifted the lacy bra to the side slightly to perfect it’s position as you noticed it was a little too far to the right in the smudgy mirror behind you.

you shuffled out of the bathroom unusually rapidly, leaving your other clothes on the bathroom floor.

chris looked over at you curiously as he noticed how quick you were, wondering if anything was wrong. “fuck..” he murmured lustfully as his eyes widened when he saw you, his eyes hungrily gliding over your body as you calmly approached him.

as you got closer, he pulled you onto his lap so you were straddling him, instantly pulling you into a fiery, desire filled kiss as his hands explored your body. you let out a breathy moan as his hands squeezed your breasts, his thumb brushing over your hardened nipple.

you interjected in your intimate moment as chris’ hands went from roaming around your body and caressing your breasts to reaching down to your lacy red panties. “don’t worry about me. let me make you feel good, okay?” you whispered, moving your hands from the back of his neck to halt his hands.

he nodded eagerly, wanting to please you but also craving for you to make him feel good. 

you hadn’t even realised, but he’d somehow magically managed to remove his trousers already. “calm down, there’s no time limit, mister eager.” you teased as you slid your body down from his neck to the waistband of his pants, noticing how he’d discarded his trousers already. you slid his boxers down, being greeted by his hard, erected cock. the tip red and desperate.  

you pumped his dick rapidly a few times, before attaching your mouth to him. you teasingly swirled your tongue around his tip, taking more of his length before pulling off. you licked a stripe from the base of his cock, by his sack, to the tip. yet again, swirling your tongue teasingly around his tip. 

“please, ma,” he pleads breathlessly, desperate for more.

“please what, baby?”

“don’t tease. i know you can take me.”

you smirk at his desperation, the way his hips jerked up, hoping to convince you to stop teasing him. to him, it already felt as if you’d been teasing him relentlessly for hours.

you finally show more mercy and oblige, pushing your mouth back onto his needy dick, wrapping your lips tightly around him and hollowing your cheeks as you bop your head forward and backwards, causing mixtures of short and long whimpers and moan to elicit from his soft lips. his hips rutted up and he whined as he felt you remove your mouth, just to pump him a few times first. the tight contact between your soft hand and his veiny, throbbing cock pushing him closer to reaching his high. 

“fuck, shit!” he grunted. “close, s-so close!” 

your lips reattached themselves onto him, your head pushing far down his dick, your cheeks hollowing around him perfectly when you pulled back, just to return your head back down to its original spot.

chris’ hips jerked desperately, forcing you to take him further as he came close to cumming. he tried to form words, but couldn’t from the unimaginable pleasure provided from you. 

before you knew it, hot ropes of sticky white fluids rushed down your throat as gasps of relief and pleasure emerged from chris’ lips. his brown hair sticking to his forehead, his face hot and sweaty as he struggled to form words.

“thank you, thank you.” he muttered breathlessly, resting a hand on his chest as his breathing slowed. 

you smiled at his gratitude. you pull yourself up, face to face with chris. “you deserve so, so, much more, my amazing boy. i love you.” you connect your lips with his softly as you feel him hum an ‘i love you’ back against your lips.

you let out a quiet gasp as you felt chris unexpectedly spin you onto your back, him now on top, the sudden movement causing a slight smirk to spread across your face as you knew what was coming next.

“i’ve just thought of one more reward for you.” he smirked.

of course, he couldn’t let you give him head and not give you head back.

dividers : me (i’m still learning, don’t judge it😭)

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D-Day, Good Day: A Dirty Shorts Fic

Min Yoongi x Female Reader

Rating: Mature

Prompt: Him: You look good in my hoodie. || You: You know where else I'd look good? || Him: My bed.

Author Note: And so endeth "Dirty Shorts" - unless I think of some new ones.

Story notes: No idea where this was going. I got cavities. Yoongi's blunt as hell.

Is it possible to go through an entire day with a string of continuous bad luck?

If someone had asked you that question just now, you'd answer with a firm and decisive yes.

First – your alarm didn't go off that morning. By the time you woke, you were already an hour late for work.

Second – you forgot to charge your phone the night before and found a dead phone on your night table.

Third – by the time you showered, dressed and got ready for the day ahead, you found 10 phone calls on your home answering machine... all from your very angry boss.

Fourth – your car had 2 flat tires, forcing you to call a cab to get to work.

By the time you made it in, you were 3 and a half hours late.

Needless to say, everyone could hear your boss yelling at you through her closed office door. That was embarrassing.

As if your day couldn't get any worse, the coffee machine in the cafeteria decided to break down and explode coffee all over you, your computer crashed while you were working on an important design for an upcoming fashion show and you got a text message from your long-term boyfriend he was breaking up with you to date your best friend.

By them time you left work, you were ready to just give up and cry.

That was before you realized you didn't have any more money for a cab and the last bus already left.

It was going to be a long walk home.

An hour into your walk, the sky got steadily darker and you stopped dead with a sigh of absolute regret. You stared upwards as the first drops of rain started to fall. No coat, no umbrella.

“Why does the world hate me today?” you shouted out as the rain came down in freezing cold sheets.

You ran until you could duck under an awning in front of restaurant and with freezing cold hands retrieved your phone. Luckily there was enough battery left to make a phone call and you didn't hesitate to call the first person in your pinned contacts list.

“Please answer, please answer.” you mumbled over and over again as the phone continuously rang. You were about to give up at the twelfth ring when you heard the click.

“Hello.” came the deeply familiar voice.

“Can you pick me up?” you muttered, teeth chattering.

“I can't right now, I'm in the middle of a session.”

“Please, Yoongi!” you nearly sobbed in desperation, tears forming in your eyes. “Please?” you whispered.

There was silence for a long moment and you almost thought you got disconnected. But he must have heard something in your voice. “Where are you?”

You closed your eyes and burst into tears, unable to say a word.

“I'm coming, love. I have your location. Just stay there.”

You could only nod even though he couldn't see you as he disconnected the call.

By the time he got to you, you were curled up against the wall beside the restaurant, soaking wet and unable to feel any part of your body.

“Y/n! Oh my god!” you heard him call out to you. You couldn't feel him draping his jacket around you, nor scooping you up into his arms. He got you into his car and belted in before he went around to the driver's side, immediately turning up the heat as he grabbed your hands to rub some feeling back into them.

“Thanks, Yoongi.” you whispered, struggling to keep your eyes open.

“I'm going to want to hear about this later, but I need to get you warmed up first.” he mumbled, turning to put the car in gear. He pulled away from the restaurant as the warmth finally penetrated your cold extremities.

His apartment was closer so he headed there immediately. You were more awake by the time you got to his door but he hustled you into his bathroom, turning on the shower.

“You hop in there and get warm immediately. I'll leave some clothes on my bed for you to change into. I'm going to go make you some soup. I don't want you getting sick.” he ordered. You could only nod, waiting until he closed the door after leaving before getting out of your wet clothing.

You spent nearly 45 minutes in the shower until you felt warm and human again, and another 15 cleaning yourself up.

As promised, he had left a pair of his socks, sweatpants and hoodie on his bed. The sweatpants were slightly big on you but they were warm and that's all you cared about. You were surprised by the hoodie. It was his favorite, a black smiley face hoodie you saw him wear frequently.

Warm and dry, you left his bedroom, following the smells of food to the kitchen. He was at the stove stirring something in a sauce pan. He glanced up at you when he saw you.

“Feeling better?” he asked as you sat at the island.

“Yeah, thanks for the clothes. And thanks for picking me up. I'm sorry for pulling you away from work.”

“What happened today?” he wondered, pouring some soup into a mug before passing it to you. You took a small sip, relishing the taste. As he cleaned up, you told him everything that happened to you that day.

“Just one disaster after another. Like who did I piss off in a past life?” you complained. He had to turn away so you couldn't see him chuckling at you. “Are you laughing?”

“No!” he squeaked out, still not looking at you.

“You're laughing at me!” you complained, slapping his shoulder. He shook his head as he burst into full on laughter. “I hate you.” you complained, pouting and crossing your arms.

“Aw, come on. You don't hate me.” he smiled, looping his arms around your waist and pulling you into a warm hug.

“Sadly, I don't hate you.” you mumbled against his chest, relishing the feeling of his arms around you. You didn't want to admit to yourself that you may have had a crush on him all these years.

He drew back to look at you. “Hm... you look good in my hoodie by the way.”

“I do?” You stepped fully out of his arms and did a little twirl.

“You do.” he replied.

“Do you know where else I'd look good?” you asked.

“My bed.”

“In front of the TV with a – wait, what?” you stammered, his words finally penetrating your brain.

“Preferably naked beneath me, but we can work on that.” he shrugged. You stared at him in shock and not a little bit of desire.

“Yoongi!”

“What?”

“You can't say things like that!”

“Why not?”

“Because it's not true!”

“Who says?” he returned.

“What?”

“I'm in love with you.” he stated, making your jaw drop. One thing about Yoongi, he was always blunt and he never lies.

“I-I- how?” you exclaimed.

“No idea. Just looked at you one day and said that's the girl I'm going to spend the rest of my life with.”

“Oh my god!” You were stunned. He snagged you by the pocket of his hoodie and pulled you forward until you were back in his arms.

“Do you feel the same for me?” he asked.

“I-I mean I do, but-”

“Good.”

And then he kissed you, not even waiting until you could unscramble your brain as his tongue made a home in your mouth.

Turned out to be a good day after all.

-End- Read other shorts in this series: Seokjin | Yoongi | Hoseok | Namjoon | Jimin | Taehyung | Jungkook

[fatfemmegf]

bees chasing me around at work :(

[skrunksthatwunk]

so i didn't finish the paper on time but on the plus side i Almost know how to play mahjong now

[unoisveimved-un-proffesional]

Scheduling fail today. Was going to meet up with my sibling on one of their days off from work, Tuesday through Thursday, things kept coming up for me Tuesday and Wednesday, and I slept in until noon today and forgot to message them last night that I should be totally free today, and forgot I forgot to message them so I only realized at 3 PM upon checking my messages why they haven't responded, because I never messaged them. I feel like a jerk now for wasting their time.

[servuscallidus]

day beginning great but since it's me it's actually normal

[spaghett-onaplate]

made a scary phone call and now i have a great day lined up

[sonofsin]

overall I kind of just feel like shit again

[ozzgin]

Yandere! House Monster x Reader

Listen, I woke up in cold sweat at 4am with a vision: you and your stereotypically unavailable gamer boyfriend have moved into a new house. You find out very soon it's not as empty as you had assumed, but your worries fall on deaf ears. The tentacle monster lurking in dark corners just wants to make sure you're not lonely.

[Second Part]

Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance (mildly NSFW)

You didn't notice anything strange at first. Maybe it was considering its prey. You'd found a cheap, old house available for rent, and your boyfriend couldn't refuse the extra space for his mancave.

Oh, you poor thing. It watched your lonely evenings, your empty bed at night, your futile attempts to spend more time with your beloved partner. It had originally planned to devour your souls and await the next foolish mortals to enter its realm, but seeing your pitiful state prompted a change of heart. Metaphorical heart, of course.

It started gradually: testing the waters, or what you'd call a courting attempt. Doors opening by themselves, disembodied eyes lovingly gazing at you from the nearby walls. Dark tendrils making their way out of the shadows, just to announce its presence.

"I think this place might be cursed", you told your boyfriend one evening. "I've been stalked by amorphous silhouettes of blight and terror, and they whisper ancient blasphemies to me at night." He let out a worried shout and slapped the desk. "That's cool, babe. I'm kind of losing right now, though, so perhaps give me a minute?"

One night you were awakened from your slumber by a warm touch sliding across your body. You smiled into your pillow as the cheeky hands made their way down, fondling your curves and hungrily searching for your sensitive areas. You let out a soft moan, enjoying the moment, until you heard your boyfriend yell from the other room. Your eyes shot open.

The hands lewdly groping your privates were, in fact, tentacles. Your first reaction was to gasp, but you were quickly silenced by another slippery appendage pressing against your lips. Shh, shh. Allow the creature to do its thing, dear. Surely enough, within minutes you were a drooling mess, holding onto the sheets for dear life.

"You've been in a good mood lately", you boyfriend remarks, idly scrolling on his phone and crunching on his breakfast cereal. You ponder if you should tell him you've been fucked relentlessly by a monstrous creature inhabiting your new home. You glance at the counter and smirk, remembering how you just had to wipe your wet mess from it a few hours ago. "Keep it that way, hun, I could get used to not being pestered every hour", the man jokes with a laugh.

Does it count as cheating if your affair partner isn't really human? Although, you have to wonder if you're still dating to begin with. From the corner of your eye, you can discern faint movement above the young man, a shadow looming menacingly. The eldritch monster would not hesitate to tear your poor boyfriend apart if he tried to mess with its belonging.

[yuukiiqwq]

Satoru was confident that you liked him back. He was positive. He had no doubt in his mind that you were going to be his pretty little wife. Is he getting ahead of himself? Sure, he is, but he's that confident. That's until he noticed how he hadn't received any chocolate from you.

It was Valentine's Day, and he still hasn't received any chocolate from you. Yeah, he had a mountain worth of chocolate from all those people who gave him it, but where was yours? He couldn't find it anywhere. He was sure that you would have placed your chocolate on his desk since you hadn't given him his. He double no triple checked all the chocolates, yet he could not find the one that has your pretty little name written on it. He continued to search through the chocolate pile for the fourth time today.

He must have missed it, right? Or did someone steal it? He swear he's going to hunt that person to the end of the Earth. Who dared to steal something that was rightfully his?

"Satoru, calm down."

He looked up at his best friend, who was trying to hold down a laugh at his panic.

"She'll probably give it to you later. The day just begun."

Right. Suguru is right. You'll give him his chocolate later. He's a good boy. He can wait.

That's what he told himself, but Suguru and Shoko have already received theirs this morning, and his is still nowhere to be found. Where is his chocolate? You're just sitting there in your seat, looking all pretty as if Satoru is not going through a huge dilemma because of you.

He couldn't help his hands that kept inching itself closer to the chocolate you gave Suguru. He wouldn't know if he snatched it, right? Suguru had received a lot of chocolate! He wouldn't know if he took it... was what he convinced himself before Suguru slapped his hand away.

"Satoru," he sighs.

"But Suguru!!!" Satoru whined as he sunk down into his seat.

"Be patient. You'll get yours soon."

But how soon is soon? Satoru isn't exactly known for his patient.

It was the end of the day, and still no chocolate from you. He asked Suguru and Shoko to leave first because he thought you would finally give it to him when both of you were alone. But you haven't. Where was his chocolate?

The two of you were approaching the exit of school, so Satoru made a quick decision, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into an empty classroom. He quickly shut the door and locked it.

"Satoru?" You asked in confusion. "What's wrong?"

"My chocolate."

"Your chocolate?"

"My chocolate from you! The symbol of your love towards me!"

"I didn't make you any," you replied smoothly. "Forgot to make them yesterday, so I woke up early today to make them, but I guess not early enough. I only had time to finish Shoko's and Suguru's. I didn't have time to make yours. Otherwise, I would have been late."

Satoru swear the world just ended. He looked down at his chest because he swears his heart ripped out of his chest at your words. Nope. Still alive. Why is he still alive in this cruel world? You had no chocolate for him? None? Not even a crumb?

"That's fine with you, right? I mean, you got a bunch of chocolate from other girls! You don't need mine."

He swear he is about to burst into tears. He didn't care about other girls. He didn't care about their chocolate. He wanted yours. How could you be so cruel and deny him of your chocolate? To reject him like this? He was devastated. No. Beyond devastated. Where is the closest cliff so he can jump off?

Pure silence radiated the room as Satoru tried to comprehend this horrible situation. Then he heard a small giggle slip pass your lips. That small giggle soon turns into a full-out laugh.

"You should have seen the look on your face, Satoru," you say as you try to stop laughing.

Was this funny to you? Why were you laughing at his suffering? Do you know how much he looked forward to today? To receive the cute little wrapped up chocolate you made for him? He dreamed of today, and you didn't have chocolate for him?

He then sees you reach into your bag and pull out exactly what he had imagined. A cute little chocolate box wrapped up in a baby blue color with a touch of white ribbon to finish it off. Fuck. He thinks he just got a heart attack seeing your chocolate. His chocolate.

"Princess, please don't joke like that to me ever again. You scared me half to death. I was going to jump off a cliff," he whined as he took the chocolate from your hand.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his dramatic behavior. "Stop being dramatic, Satoru. It's just chocolate."

A look of offense dawned his face as you utter those horrendous words to him.

"Chocolate? Just chocolate?" He huffed at you. He can't believe you as you treat this amazing god send gift as just chocolate. "Don't you dare call this just chocolate! This! This right here is proof of your undying love towards me!"

You laughed at his antics– "You're getting ahead of yourself, Satoru."

He delicately placed the chocolate safety away in his bag, treating it as a prized possession. He's looking forward towards white day. He already knows what he wants to get for you. He pulled you into a hug, nuzzling his face against your neck as he mutters– "You won't be saying that after I wife you up."

[thebibliosphere]

I’ve had an increase in rainbow aura with my migraines lately (I used to get them once a year, if that. Now, I’ve had it twice in one month) so I’ve become somewhat paranoid whenever something flashes over my vision.

Sometimes, it's just light reflecting off my phone, but it still makes me freeze up in a fear response when it happens because it usually means I’ve got about 20 minutes before I’m in agony.

Apparently, this new paranoia extends into my dreams now, too, because I was running down a long corridor, aware that there was something behind me that I needed to escape, but all of a sudden, in my dream, rainbow zigzags consumed my vision, and I stopped, dead and went, “fuck, migraine.”

That's when I became aware of James Bond/Daniel Craig standing beside me, gun drawn.

“Oh, shit. Do you need to lie down?” he asked while I stared at him.

I said, “What about the thing chasing us?”

“Oh, don’t worry about that, darling. If you need to lie down you can lie down. I’ll just kill them.”

I blinked at him for a bit, still winded from running then said, “Sure,” starting to get to my knees, ready to lie down on the cold stone floor beneath us.

“Sure?”

“Yeah. Kill ‘em. I’m just gonna...” I gestured vaguely at the floor. “Be right here, I guess.”

“You can go upstairs, you know,” he said, loading a fresh clip into his gun. “This museum has a hotel on top of it.”

“Oh good,” I said, starting to suspect this was a dream and not Daniel Craig about to murder the people chasing me because I had a migraine. “I’ll do that then.”

So I got back up and started climbing the stairs that looked an awful lot like the stairs in the Kelvin Grove Art Gallery, only to abruptly walk into Deathstroke and Nightwing doing their best to kill each other in the corridor of what was clearly a hotel based on the room service tray Nightwing was using to deflect projectiles.

They froze. I looked at them. They looked at me. “I’ve got a migraine,” I said,

“Shit, sorry,” Nightwing said, putting down his tray as both men stepped back to let me walk down the decimated corridor. “We’ll be more quiet.”

“Room 13 is open,” Deathstroke helpfully informed me.

“Is there a body in it?” I asked, now leaning against the wall, less walking along, more sliding.

“Not anymore.”

“Do you need anything?” Nightwing asked, “pain killers? Ice pack?”

I waved them off and made my way into room 13 where David Jason dressed as Detective Jack Frost looked up at me from the book he was reading on the bed.

“This is a dream,” he informed me.

“No it isn’t,” I said, despite knowing it was as I hobbled over to the bed and flopped down beside him. “And this room was supposed to be empty.”

“Open, not empty,” corrected Jack Banon who had taken David Frost’s place, dressed like young Alfie from Pennyworth as he sat beside me on the bed, leaning back against the headboard. “There’s a very distinct difference between the two. Oh, don’t look at me like that. Who do you think moved the body?”

“I need to sleep,” I said, “if I can fall asleep, the migraine might go away.”

“That's all right,” he said. “You do that. I’ll make sure no one else comes in. Oh, just one thing before you do.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out something I couldn't quite see and held it out to me. “You’ll need this.”

“What is it?” I said, my brain doing the dream thing where it refuses to read books or interpret numbers correctly. “I can’t see, what is it?”

“Oft, sorry. Can’t tell you that. More than my job’s worth.”

“You’re job...”

“Yeah.” and thats when he leaned over, stuck me with a needle and said, “Night night.”

And I woke up to the sound of @mothman-etd getting into the shower and Holly Mop wiggling under thre covers with me.

First words out of my mouth were, “What the fuck?”

And then I immediately pulled up Tumblr to write this down before I forget it because what the fuck.

Didn't wake up with a migraine though so... *knock on wood*

[narcjsistx]

— 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈! ; words: 0.5k

think about the first time you and RIN ITOSHI slept in the same bed... nothing sexual, wait!! or at least, not that time. you've been together for a while now, but you've never spent the night together since he always comes home late after practice and you're busy with your activities

so when you got stuck at the itoshi's house after having dinner with his family, having you sleep with him was the only option. there was a storm outside and it would be dangerous to go out in all that rain!. when his parents suggested you stay at their house, Rin was already thinking about how strange it would be to have you SO CLOSE for A WHOLE NIGHT. not that he minds tho

he lent you an old shirt and shorts of his, leaving you the bathroom free while he waited for you in his room. he was literally dying of anxiety, not that he was ashamed, but what was he supposed to do? he had been used to sleeping alone for practically forever, except for a few times when he had slept in his parents' bed because of the storms, but he was a child! and now YOU would be lying next to HIM??

when you came out of the bathroom wearing his clothes, he almost exploded. you were beautiful. too beautiful. i mean, you always were, but with his stuff on you were even more beautiful. and while he was lying down and you were getting under the covers, the only noise outside was fortunately that of the storm, otherwise you would have heard his heart. it was exploding

for a while, he pretended to be asleep. he didn't really know what to do, all the scenarios where he got a little closer ended in catastrophe in his mind. he didn't want to make such an intimate experience uncomfortable for you, it was the last thing in the world he wanted. but hell, he wanted to hug you so bad at the same time

shyly, his arm rested on your waist, and when he noticed that you didn't seem bothered, he put the other one under you and slowly pulled you towards him. he hid his anxiety well but inside he was wondering if he had overdone it since yeah, you didn't seem bothered, but you weren't even hugging him back. maybe he had exaggerated

but when your arms wrapped around his upper back, Rin breathed a sigh of relief. the anxiety slowly melted away as he rested his face on your chest, enjoying the feeling of having you so close and warm. he couldn't decide whether he preferred this or scoring goals in a match

when he woke up the next morning, you were both in the exact same position, his arms still wrapped around your waist as if you might escape. your head was resting on the pillow and at the same time on his head, which remained on your breast. it was relaxing to see you so calm in the morning, still in dreamland

maybe you were dreaming about him

he had been dreaming about you all night

he could almost get used to this, if one day you decided to spend the rest of your life together

✶ 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!