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kaiyunsim · 9 days ago

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sk8er boi —

pairing : skater boy!taesan x academic gn!reader

summary : taesan, the well known skater, slacker, and band member of boynextdoor, catches the eye of one of the top students in school which leads to a flurry of complications.

warnings : a.n.g.s.t, fluff, band au, woonahk + leehan are wingmen, LOTS of insecurities and insecurites, featuring sung hanbin from zb1 and leeseo from ive as the readers friends.

a/n : IT FINALLY DROPPED !! i've been too obsessed with this song i think i might die. taesan was soooooo sk8er boi coded so like yk i had to.

— wc : 11.6k — not proof read —

the first time you really see han taesan, it’s not at school. it’s not in the hallways where he leans against lockers, talking lazily to his friends, or in the cafeteria where he slouches in a chair, kicking his feet up on the table while jaehyun smacks them off. it’s not even in the skatepark where he spends most of his free time.

it’s in the library.

it’s late. later than you usually stay, but leeseo convinced you to help her cram for an upcoming quiz, and sung hanbin, the responsible one, promised to treat you both to coffee afterward. the library is quieter than usual, the overhead lights buzzing softly as the three of you sit in one of the far corners.

“if i fail this,” leeseo groans, pressing her forehead against the table, “i’m going to cry. like, actual tears.”

“you won’t fail,” hanbin reassures her, flipping through his neatly highlighted notes. “just focus. here, try this question—”

but leeseo isn’t listening anymore. her eyes widen as she nudges you, not-so-subtly gesturing toward the entrance. “look who just walked in.”

you glance up, expecting a teacher or maybe some last-minute studier like yourselves. leeseo has been mentioning a teacher she found cute but you had to cut her out of her delusions.

instead, you see him. han taesan, pushing open the library door with one hand while holding his skateboard in the other. he doesn’t belong here. not in this quiet, studious atmosphere. and yet, here he is, wearing a black hoodie over a band t-shirt, ripped jeans, and the same scuffed sneakers he always wears.

behind him, the rest of boynextdoor trails in. sungho looks bored, running a hand through his hair as he scans the room. riwoo has his headphones on, already bopping his head to whatever he’s listening to. jaehyun is carrying a backpack, which means someone is actually planning to study. leehan is whispering something to woonhak, who nods before laughing under his breath.

they stand out in every way possible. loud personalities forced into a silent space.

“what are they doing here?” leeseo mutters, wrinkling her nose.

“probably failing their classes,” hanbin says, not unkindly but matter-of-fact. “jaehyun’s the only one who actually studies, i think.”

“doesn’t matter,” you say, turning your attention back to your notes. or at least, you try to. but as you read the same sentence over and over, you can’t help but be aware of taesan.

he moves differently from the others. while the rest of his friends slink toward an empty table, he pauses by the bookshelf near yours, scanning the spines of the books with mild interest. it’s weird. you’ve never seen him hold a book before, let alone look for one.

you try not to stare, but then his fingers brush against a book, flipping it open casually. for a moment, he looks genuinely focused, eyes scanning the page like he’s actually reading. but then he shuts it just as quickly, sighing before shoving it back onto the shelf.

“he’s so full of himself,” leeseo says under her breath, watching as taesan finally joins his group. “have you seen the way he acts? like he doesn’t care about anything.”

“he doesn’t care about anything,” hanbin corrects. “except skating. and his band.”

“oh, right, his band,” leeseo scoffs, making air quotes. “like that’s gonna get him anywhere.”

you don’t say anything. it’s not like you disagree after all. taesan’s reputation is as solid as stone. he’s the guy who barely passes his classes, who gets detention for skipping, who spends more time perfecting a kickflip than doing actual homework. your friends see him as a lost cause, and you’ve never had a reason to question that.

but then, as if he can feel you thinking about him, taesan glances up.

your eyes meet for a split second.

it’s nothing. it’s barely anything.

but instead of looking away, he holds your gaze. and then, he smirks. just the slightest twitch of his lips, like he knows something you don’t.

you snap your head down, suddenly very interested in your notes. re-reading the same word again.

“gross,” leeseo mutters. “he’s so arrogant.”

“he really is,” hanbin agrees. “come on, let’s focus. we need to finish this before the library closes.”

you nod, forcing yourself to concentrate, but your mind keeps drifting back to that one moment. his gaze, his smirk, the way he seemed completely unbothered by everything around him.

it was nothing.

but for some reason, it doesn’t feel that way.

you tell yourself it was nothing. a look. a stupid, meaningless look in the middle of the library, a place han taesan doesn’t even belong in. you convince yourself it wasn’t directed at you. maybe he was looking at something behind you. maybe he smirked because of something his friend said.

maybe you’re just imagining things.

but the problem is now you notice him.

it’s not on purpose. it’s not like you want to be aware of him. but suddenly, han taesan is everywhere.

in the mornings, when you walk into school, he’s there in the courtyard with his skateboard, practicing tricks while his friends watch. sungho claps him on the back when he lands a difficult one, and riwoo films clips for their social media. sometimes he messes up, but he never looks embarrassed, he just laughs, shakes out his legs, and tries again.

in the halls, you catch glimpses of him leaning against lockers, chatting with jaehyun or leehan about something you don’t understand. his hoodie is always slightly oversized, his hands tucked into the front pocket like he has nowhere important to be.

in class, he’s not as disruptive as people make him out to be. sure, he zones out, tapping his fingers against his desk like he’s drumming to a song in his head, but he isn’t rude. he doesn’t talk over the teacher or make a big scene. sometimes, you even catch him sketching in his notebook, half-finished designs of skateboards, little doodles in the margins of his notes, messy but interesting. even some lyrics he thinks about while bored.

you don’t realize you’re staring until hanbin nudges you.

“earth to y/n. you okay?”

you blink, tearing your gaze away from where taesan is sitting a few rows ahead. he’s slouched in his chair, twirling a pen between his fingers, not paying attention to the lesson at all.

“yeah,” you say quickly, feeling heat creep up your neck. “just zoning out.”

hanbin raises an eyebrow but doesn’t question it.

but it doesn’t stop there.

one afternoon, on your way home, you take a shortcut through the park. it’s quiet, with only a few people scattered around, mostly kids playing or joggers passing by. but then, near the skatepark, you hear music.

you pause.

it’s a song you don’t recognize, but it’s good. raw, unpolished, but good. you follow the sound until you spot them. boynextdoor, huddled together on a set of stairs near the skate ramps. sungho has a guitar in his lap, strumming casually. jaehyun is humming along while woonhak taps out a beat on his knee. riwoo is messing with his phone, recording bits of their practice.

and then there’s taesan.

he’s sitting on his skateboard, elbows resting on his knees, head tilted back as he listens. his dark hair falls into his eyes, but he doesn’t seem to care.

“again,” he says after a moment. “start from the top.”

sungho rolls his eyes but starts playing again, and this time, taesan sings.

you freeze.

you’ve never heard him sing before. you know his band performs at underground gigs, but you’ve never gone. you’ve never had a reason to.

but his voice. his voice is rough around the edges, not perfect, but there’s something real about it. something honest.

you don’t mean to linger, but before you can move, taesan’s eyes flicker toward you.

your breath catches.

for a second, neither of you move.

then, instead of looking away, he lifts his hand in a lazy wave, like he’s not surprised to see you there at all.

panic jolts through you, and you do the first thing that comes to mind. you turn around and walk away.

fast.

you don’t stop until you’re a safe distance from the park, heart hammering in your chest.

why are you acting like this? why does it feel like you just got caught doing something you shouldn’t?

it’s not a big deal. it’s not.

except now, han taesan knows you were watching.

and the next day, he makes sure you know he knows.

it happens between classes. you’re at your locker, organizing your books, when a shadow falls over you.

“did you like the song?”

you nearly drop your notebook.

slowly, you turn your head, and there he is. the han taesan, standing next to you like it’s the most normal thing in the world. he smells faintly like cologne and something else, something warm, like sun on pavement.

you open your mouth, then close it.

“what?”

“the song,” he repeats, tilting his head. “you heard it yesterday, right?”

your throat is dry. “i was just passing by.”

he hums, unconvinced. “sure.”

you grip your notebook tighter. “why are you even talking to me?”

taesan shrugs, the corner of his mouth tugging up just slightly. “dunno. you’re interesting.”

your brain short-circuits.

you? interesting?

before you can process that, leeseo’s voice calls out from behind you.

“y/n ! come on, we’re gonna be late!”

taesan steps back, stuffing his hands into his hoodie pocket.

“see you around, genius.”

and then he’s gone, disappearing into the crowd like he didn’t just completely ruin your entire day.

leeseo and hanbin catch up to you, and leeseo frowns. “what did he want?”

“nothing,” you say quickly. too quickly.

hanbin eyes you but doesn’t press.

still, as you walk to class, you can’t stop replaying his words in your head.

“you’re interesting.”

this is bad.

this is really bad.

the worst part is that taesan doesn’t even try to prove your friends wrong.

after that weird conversation at your locker, you expect him to keep bothering you, to tease you every time he sees you. but he doesn’t. he doesn’t go out of his way to talk to you. he doesn’t change anything about the way he acts.

he just keeps being himself. skating in the mornings, goofing off with his band during breaks, sketching in his notebook when he’s bored in class.

but the damage is already done. because now, whenever he walks past, your stomach tightens. when he laughs with his friends, you find yourself looking before you can stop yourself. and when he catches you and smirks, like he knows you’re paying attention, you have to force yourself to look away.

your friends notice, of course.

“you’re acting weird,” leeseo says one afternoon as the three of you sit in the cafeteria. “ever since he started talking to you.”

“i’m not acting weird,” you say. too quickly.

“you so are,” she insists. “right, hanbin?”

hanbin sighs, poking at his food. “it’s not weird, it’s just… unexpected. taesan’s not exactly the type to take interest in school stuff.”

“yeah, which is why y/n needs to be careful,” leeseo says. “guys like him? they’re fun to look at but nothing else.”

you don’t say anything.

they aren’t wrong. han taesan isn’t like you. he’s a skater, a musician, the kind of guy who doesn’t think too far ahead. and yet…

“maybe he’s not that bad,” you mumble before you can stop yourself.

leeseo stares. “excuse me?”

“i just mean—” you hesitate. “i don’t know. he’s not rude or anything. he’s just… himself.”

“that’s exactly the problem,” she argues. “he doesn’t care about anything. he’s never going to take life seriously.”

you want to disagree. but you don’t.

because if you defend him too much, they’ll know.

they’ll know about the way your heart jumps when he looks at you. the way your brain replays his stupid voice saying see you around, genius.

so you stay quiet.

and you try to push it all away.

but then there’s woonhak.

you don’t know much about him aside from the fact that he’s the youngest in taesan’s group. he’s always laughing, always cracking jokes, always the most energetic of the bunch.

so it catches you off guard when, one day after school, he falls into step beside you as you’re walking out.

“hey,” he says cheerfully.

you blink. “uh… hey?”

“you’re y/n, right?”

“…yeah?”

he grins, nodding. “thought so. you know, taesan’s been talking about you.”

your stomach flips. “what?”

woonhak laughs at your expression. “not in a weird way! just, like—he thinks you’re cool.”

you stare at him.

taesan thinks you’re… cool?

“why are you telling me this?” you ask suspiciously.

woonhak shrugs. “dunno. you seem chill. also, i figured you should hear something about us that isn’t from your friends.”

you tense. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

he gives you a knowing look. “we know how people see us. dumb kids who don’t care about school, right?”

you shift uncomfortably. “i mean—”

“you don’t have to lie,” he says, still smiling. “i get it. we mess around a lot, and taesan’s got his whole too cool for everything vibe, but…” he pauses, tilting his head. “you ever actually talked to him? like, really talked to him?”

you don’t answer.

because the truth is… you haven’t.

taesan has spoken to you, sure. teased you, smirked at you, made your heart do all sorts of annoying things. but you’ve never sat down and had a real conversation. never actually asked him about his music, his art, his life.

“he works harder than people think,” woonhak continues. “he just doesn’t show it in the same way you do. and he really does like you, you know.”

your breath catches. “what?”

“not, like, in a romantic way,” woonhak clarifies quickly, though his grin suggests otherwise. “he just thinks you’re interesting.”

there it is again. interesting.

you don’t know what to do with that.

so you do what you always do.

you ignore it.

“cool,” you say, trying to sound unaffected.

woonhak doesn’t look convinced, but he just chuckles. “anyway, just thought i’d say hi. see you around, y/n.”

and with that, he jogs off, leaving you standing there, brain spinning.

you should just let this go. you should listen to your friends, stick to your world, and forget about taesan entirely.

but as you watch woonhak disappear down the street, you feel something shift inside you.

something that tells you, this situation isn’t going away anytime soon.

—

you try your best to forget about han taesan.

after woonhak’s little chat, you tell yourself it doesn’t matter. what he said. ‘he really does like you, you know’ was probably just him messing around. taesan barely even talks to you. he’s just being his usual, reckless self, getting involved where he doesn’t belong.

but no matter how much you try to ignore it, you keep running into him.

and each time, it gets harder to pretend that something isn’t pulling you closer.

the library incident happens on a tuesday.

it’s supposed to be a peaceful afternoon. you’re at your usual table, buried in your notes, trying to focus on your upcoming exams. hanbin and leeseo sit across from you, whispering about something that isn’t school-related.

everything is normal. until the door swings open.

“i cannot believe you actually dragged me here,” taesan groans, his voice breaking the quiet.

you stiffen.

you don’t even have to look to know it’s him. but, unfortunately, you do look—because his voice is impossible to ignore, because your brain is stupid and wants to confirm that, yes, han taesan is standing in the library, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else.

sungho and jaehyun flank him on either side, looking much more comfortable than he does.

“we dragged you here because you’re failing, dumbass,” jaehyun mutters, shoving him forward.

“i am not failing,” taesan protests. “i’m just… struggling.”

“struggling to even open your textbook,” sungho deadpans, leading him toward a table.

leeseo makes a noise of disapproval. “ugh. them?”

“just ignore them,” hanbin says, flipping a page in his notebook. “not our problem.”

but it is a problem. because now, taesan is sitting just a few tables away from you, slumped over his books, looking absolutely miserable.

you try to focus.

you really, really try.

but then—

“psst. genius.”

your pen stills against your notebook.

you don’t have to turn around to know it’s taesan.

you turn around anyway.

he’s leaned back in his chair, one arm draped over the backrest, looking right at you.

“how do you do this?” he asks, pushing a book toward you like it personally offended him.

“do what?” you say flatly.

“study,” he groans. “it’s so boring.”

jaehyun smacks him upside the head. “shut up and focus.”

you should turn back to your work. you should.

but instead, you sigh. “maybe if you actually read instead of whining, it wouldn’t be so hard.”

sungho snorts. “finally, someone who says it straight.”

taesan huffs. “wow, okay. you could just offer to tutor me.”

“not happening,” you say immediately.

he grins, like he expected that answer. “worth a shot.”

you roll your eyes and go back to your notes. but even as you pretend to ignore him, you can still feel his eyes on you, like he’s waiting for you to slip up and react.

and the worst part?

you kind of want to.

the next time you see him, it’s at the skatepark.

you don’t mean to go there. you’re just walking home, taking a longer route because the weather is nice. and somehow, your feet lead you to the park, where you hear laughter and the familiar sound of wheels against concrete.

you could leave.

you should leave.

but instead, you linger at the edge, watching.

taesan is mid-trick, flipping his board with practiced ease. he lands smoothly, a smug grin spreading across his face as riwoo claps.

“finally,” riwoo says. “took you long enough.”

“shut up,” taesan laughs, grabbing his board.

you don’t realize you’re staring until woonhak pops up beside you.

“you so have a crush.”

you nearly jump out of your skin. “what—“

woonhak just grins. “don’t even try to deny it. i see you.”

“i don’t have a crush,” you say quickly. too quickly.

“uh-huh,” he hums, clearly unconvinced.

before you can argue, someone else joins you—leehan, quieter than woonhak but just as observant.

“are you coming to the show?” he asks casually.

you blink. “what show?”

“we’re playing this weekend,” he explains. “you should come.”

“i don’t think—”

“taesan would love it if you did,” woonhak says, grinning.

you freeze.

leehan elbows him. “stop making it weird.”

“what? i’m just saying.”

“you’re implying things,” leehan mutters. then he turns back to you. “seriously, though. you should come. it’ll be fun.”

you hesitate.

your friends would definitely disapprove.

but then you glance back at taesan, who’s laughing at something sungho said, looking so effortlessly cool, so different from the type of people you usually surround yourself with.

and before you can stop yourself, you say—

“okay. maybe.”

woonhak cheers, clapping you on the back. “knew you had it in you!”

you shake your head, already regretting it.

but deep down, a part of you is excited.

the night of the concert comes faster than expected.

you almost don’t go.

hanbin and leeseo invite you to study, and for a second, you consider it… going back to your routine, pretending like han taesan doesn’t exist.

but something stops you.

something pulls you there.

so now, you’re standing in the middle of a dimly lit venue, surrounded by people who actually belong in this crowd. the air buzzes with energy, anticipation thick as the stage lights flicker.

and then the band steps on stage.

and then he steps on stage.

han taesan doesn’t hesitate. doesn’t falter.

he owns it.

he grabs his mic, runs a hand through his hair, and smirks at the crowd like he knows he’s exactly where he’s meant to be.

the music starts, loud and raw and alive.

and then he’s singing.

his voice isn’t perfect. it’s a little rough, a little unpolished, but it fits. it’s real. it’s him.

and then, in the middle of the song, his eyes scan the crowd...

and lock onto yours.

your breath catches. for a second, the world tilts.

he doesn’t look away.

neither do you.

and in that moment, with music thrumming through your veins and taesan’s voice filling the air, you realize

you’re completely screwed.

you can’t breathe.

not because the room is stuffy, or because the music is loud, or because the crowd is pushing in from all sides.

but because han taesan is looking right at you.

the stage lights flicker, flashing over his face, highlighting the smirk curling at his lips. the microphone is gripped loosely in his hand, the strap of his guitar slung over his shoulder. he sings like the stage belongs to him, like the music was made for him, and yet...

his eyes don’t stray from yours.

you feel rooted to the floor, like if you move, you’ll break whatever invisible thread is keeping the two of you connected.

and you hate it. you hate how much your heart reacts to him, how your stomach tightens every time his voice rasps into the mic.

this is bad.

this is really bad.

and it only gets worse when, from the corner of your eye, you see woonhak grinning at you from across the room.

he’s standing near the side of the stage, watching the exchange like he’s witnessing the most entertaining thing in the world.

and then, because he’s the absolute worst, taesan winks at you.

you snap your gaze away, face burning.

but the damage is already done.

because now, you can’t not notice taesan.

the way his fingers glide over the guitar strings so effortlessly. the way his hair falls into his eyes when he tilts his head. the way he smirks between lyrics, like he’s enjoying this.

like he knows what he’s doing to you.

this was a mistake and you shouldn’t have come. but god, you can’t bring yourself to regret it.

because even though everything inside you is screaming that this is dangerous, that getting involved with him will only make things complicated.

but still. you don’t want to look away.

not now. not ever.

when the set finally ends, the room erupts into cheers. people push forward, clapping, whistling, shouting their names.

you try to steady yourself, try to ignore the way your pulse is racing, hand gripping your shirt for stabilty, but you feel a graze on your shoulder.

woonhak appears at your side.

“so,” he says, arms crossed, smirk firmly in place. “you’re definitely in trouble.”

you glare at him. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

he snorts. “oh, please. i saw that whole thing. he saw that whole thing.”

“he was just looking at the crowd,” you say, even though you know it’s a lie.

“right. because taesan always makes intense eye contact with random people while singing,” he deadpans.

you groan, rubbing your face. “i hate you.”

“nah, you love me,” he grins. “but not as much as you love him.”

“woonhak—”

“i’m just saying,” he singsongs. “you might wanna start being honest with yourself. and maybe with him, too.”

you don’t dignify that with a response.

but as you glance toward the stage, where taesan is still lingering, laughing at something jaehyun said—

you know woonhak is right.

and that terrifies you more than anything.

—

taesan doesn’t come to practice.

he never skips practice.

it’s something you hear from sungho after school, when he finds you by the front gates, watching the sky darken as you wait for your usual bus. you’re trying really hard not to think about what happened earlier. about the way taesan looked at you before walking away, about the heavy silence he left behind. but sungho showing up with that look on his face makes it impossible to ignore.

“he didn’t show up,” he says, standing next to you like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

you glance at him. “who didn’t?”

sungho gives you a flat look. “you know who.”

your stomach twists, but you force a shrug. “maybe he had something else to do.”

“he never skips,” sungho repeats, more firmly this time.

you don’t answer.

because what are you supposed to say? 'yeah, it’s probably my fault. i didn’t defend him when i should have, and now he’s upset. i didn’t mean to hurt him, but i still did.'

sungho sighs, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“what happened?”

you swallow. “nothing...”

“don’t lie.”

“i’m not lying.”

he levels you with a stare, unimpressed. “you totally are.”

you exhale sharply, looking away.

“look,” he says, voice softer now, “he’s been acting weird all day. he barely talked during lunch, barely even looked at his board, and now he’s skipping practice? that’s not taesan.”

“i don’t know,” you mumble.

sungho raises a brow. “don’t know, or don’t want to say?”

you press your lips together, gripping the straps of your bag.

because the truth is...

you do know.

and you hate yourself for it.

it started during lunch.

your friends were scrolling through their phones, passing around a video of boynextdoor performing.

“god,” leeseo groaned, wrinkling her nose. “he’s so obnoxious.”

“who?” hanbin asked, leaning over to look.

“han taesan.” she jabbed a finger at the screen. “look at him. he acts like he’s a rockstar or something.”

your grip tightened around your drink.

“he is in a band,” hanbin pointed out.

“yeah, but he takes it so seriously. it’s kinda embarrassing.”

they laughed.

but you didn’t. and you didn't say anything either

you just sat there, staring at the table, pretending like the words didn’t make something in your chest ache.

but just then.

taesan walked by.

he wasn’t close enough to hear everything, but he did hear enough. his steps faltered just slightly, his easygoing expression slipping for just a second before he schooled his face back into something unreadable.

and then his eyes met yours. not angry. not annoyed.

just… disappointed.

like he expected this... like he expected you to be different.

but you weren’t.

you didn’t speak up. you didn’t say anything.

so he walked away.

and now, he’s gone.

—

sungho watches you carefully, waiting.

when you still don’t answer, he tilts his head. “so… it was you.”

“i didn’t do anything,” you say quickly.

“exactly.”

you flinch.

sungho sighs, rubbing the back of his neck.

“look,” he says, “i don’t know what’s going on between you two, but if this is about your friends—”

“it’s not,” you cut in.

his brows lift. “isn’t it?”

you exhale sharply, looking away.

because it is.

and it always has been.

from the moment you met taesan, you knew your friends wouldn’t approve. you knew they’d see him as reckless, as trouble, as someone you shouldn’t be around.

so you held back.

you pretended you didn’t care, pretended that the way he looked at you didn’t make your heart race, that his stupid grin and sharp comebacks didn’t make you want to keep talking to him.

but you do care. you care too much. and now, it’s hurting him.

“you know he likes you, right?” sungho says, breaking the silence.

your breath catches. “what?”

sungho gives you a look. “don’t play dumb. it’s so obvious.”

you open your mouth, then close it again.

“you like him too, don’t you?”

your heart pounds. “i—”

“you do.”

he says it like it’s a fact. like it’s undeniable.

you swallow, gripping your bag tighter.

“so what are you so afraid of?”

you inhale sharply because the answer is simple.

you’re afraid of what people will say. afraid of how things will change. afraid of being wrong about him.

but most of all...

you’re afraid of how much you want this. how much you want him.

sungho watches as the realization washes over your face.

then, after a beat, he sighs.

“look,” he says, voice gentler now, “i’m not telling you what to do. but if you don’t talk to him soon, you’re gonna lose him.”

the words hit harder than you expect.

“i just want my friend back to normal so just… think about it, yeah?"

you don’t respond... but you don’t need to.

because the moment sungho walks away, leaving you alone with your thoughts, you already know.

you have to fix this.

before it’s too late.

—

days pass, and taesan doesn’t talk to you.

he doesn’t show up at school, and every time you hear the familiar buzz of a new notification, you convince yourself it’s not boynextdoor. not that you’d check it, anyway. not that you’re even tempted.

except you are.

the silence is suffocating.

the whole thing has weighed on you. his disappointment, your hesitation, the stupid comment from leeseo and hanbin earlier, everything. the guilt keeps clawing at you from the inside. and each time you see a new picture of taesan or one of his bandmates posted online, each time you hear about them playing a new show, you feel like you’re suffocating in your own indecision.

but you don’t do anything about it.

because you’re scared.

scared of what your friends will think. scared of what your whole reputation means, scared of breaking the illusion that you’ve built up for all these years. you’ve worked so hard to maintain this image, to fit in with the people you’ve always been around, the friends you’ve known for years. how can you just throw that all away for some guy you barely know?

for taesan?

no.

it’s safer to stay where you are.

so you do what you’ve always done. keep your distance. make yourself busy. keep your head down. you don’t need to deal with whatever feelings you’ve got swirling in your chest. you don’t need to question everything.

but when you hear the news about BOYNEXTDOOR performing at an underground gig that weekend, something in you snaps.

it’s all too much.

you can’t just keep pretending.

you can’t keep telling yourself that everything’s fine when you know it isn’t.

you’re standing in the middle of the hallway when the poster catches your eye. the colors are bright, the date is bold. BOYNEXTDOOR. their name plastered across the top in big letters, their faces a reminder of everything you’ve been trying to ignore.

the gig is that Saturday.

you don’t know how long you stand there, staring at the poster, feeling the weight of your own indecision. your heart is hammering in your chest, a familiar sense of unease gnawing at your insides.

but this time, you don’t look away.

this time, you’re not running from it.

you don’t tell anyone about it. not leeseo, not hanbin. not even sungho. you don’t need their opinions right now. you’ve heard enough of them. you just… need to make a decision. your own decision.

when the night of the gig arrives, you feel sick to your stomach.

your heart thuds against your ribcage, the adrenaline buzzing through your veins like you’re about to jump off a cliff. you’re standing outside the venue, the doors just up ahead, with a small crowd already lining up in front of you. the building’s dark, unmarked by anything other than the small neon sign above the entrance. the thumping music from inside pulses through the walls, and for a second, you think about turning around, walking away.

but you don’t. you walk forward.

because for the first time in ages, you don’t care about what anyone thinks.

and you want to see taesan.

you want to see him so badly that it almost hurts.

you missed him. his smirk, his teases, his presence.

the crowd outside is packed with people, but you push through, feeling the warmth of the others as they chat amongst themselves, their energy high. you walk in, and the moment you do, the music hits you. the bass reverberates in your chest, and for a split second, you forget everything.

until you see them.

you see BOYNEXTDOOR on the stage, taesan right at the front, his guitar slung across his shoulder, his eyes scanning the crowd. when they meet yours, something shifts in his expression. he doesn’t smile, but there’s something there, something that makes you freeze in place.

but he doesn’t come over.

he doesn’t even move.

and you don’t know if that’s worse. if you should be relieved, or if you should be disappointed that he’s not even trying anymore.

you’re frozen, staring, and then you feel a tap on your shoulder.

woonhak.

he grins, the usual playful glint in his eyes. “hey, didn’t think you’d actually show up.”

you swallow, blinking, trying to force your heart to calm down. “yeah. well… i guess i changed my mind.”

woonhak studies you for a second, his smirk softening into something that’s just a little too knowing for your liking. “you’re here for taesan, huh?”

“i—” you start, but you can’t finish the sentence. because it’s true. you are here for him.

woonhak laughs, nudging you with his elbow. “you’re not fooling anyone, you know.”

you look away, not answering.

he doesn’t press. instead, he just leads you to a spot near the front, a little closer to the stage. you can see the others now: jaehyun, riwoo, leehan, sungho. all of them lost in the music. and then you see taesan again, this time a little closer, his fingers moving across the strings of his guitar as if nothing in the world matters but the rhythm.

it’s intoxicating.

and, as you stand there, all you can think about is how badly you want to be a part of his world.

you glance at woonhak, and there’s a glint of something in his eyes, like he knows exactly what’s going through your mind. he catches your gaze and gives you a little nudge with his shoulder. “maybe you should talk to him after the set,” he says, his voice light, teasing.

you bite your lip. you want to say something, anything, but instead you just nod.

because the truth is, you’re terrified.

you’re terrified of what taesan might say. terrified of what might happen if you admit how you feel, how wrong everything has felt without him around, how much you’ve been hurting without the chance to make things right.

the set continues, and you find yourself caught in the music, in the connection between the band and the crowd. for the first time in forever, you feel like you belong. you feel like you could belong.

and when the music finally dies down and the crowd goes wild, cheering for an encore, you glance over at woonhak. he looks at you, then at taesan, and then back at you, his knowing grin widening.

“he’s waiting for you,” he says quietly.

you can’t breathe for a second, your heart thudding louder than the sound of the crowd.

you finally nod, the decision clear now, undeniable.

you’ve kept up appearances for too long. it’s time to stop running.

you push your way through the crowd, heading straight for the backstage area. you don’t look back. you don’t care who sees.

because, finally, you’re choosing him.

you can feel woonhak and leehan’s eyes on you as you make your way through the crowd. it’s like the air is thicker, charged with anticipation, but you don’t stop. your feet move on their own, pulling you toward the backstage area where the rest of BOYNEXTDOOR is winding down after the set.

the music fades behind you, but the echo of the bass still thrums in your chest. every step feels heavier than the last, but somehow, you don’t want to turn back. you’ve already made the decision, and now all that’s left is to face him.

taesan.

the backstage area feels quieter now that the excitement of the performance has died down. the crowd’s energy is still buzzing in the air, but it’s starting to feel distant, like an echo that doesn’t quite reach the calm of the space you’re standing in.

taesan’s there, still leaning against the wall with his guitar case by his side, but now there’s an air of distance about him. he barely looks at you when you enter. his attention drifts elsewhere, to the other band members, to anything but you.

your heart sinks at the coldness, the disappointment you see reflected in his posture. you want to go to him, to explain everything, to make it right, but you can’t. something’s stopping you. he’s clearly upset, maybe even mad, and you’re not sure how to fix it.

woonhak, the youngest, is still grinning over the fact that you’ve come here tonight. leehan, always the one to watch everything unfold with an amused look, exchanges a knowing glance with him. both of them seem to be aware of something that you aren’t yet, but you can’t quite place what.

the tension in the air is thick, and for a moment, you almost wish you hadn’t walked in here at all.

then, jaehyun breaks the silence.

“isn’t that y/n?”

he’s pointing at you with a raised eyebrow, clearly surprised to see you standing there. taesan’s wiping his face off with a towel, but his gaze never leaves you.

you freeze, a bit caught off guard by the attention. jaehyun, always so direct, seems more curious than anything. but his question lingers in the air, and all eyes are now on you.

you glance at taesan, but his expression is unreadable. his gaze is fixed on the ground, his body language telling you all you need to know: he’s not ready to engage, not yet.

“yeah,” leehan says, his tone teasing. “didn’t expect to see you here, y/n.”

you swallow, trying to steady yourself. “i wanted to see the performance,” you say, voice quiet, but clear. “i told you i would.”

you can’t tell if they believe you or not.

woonhak’s grin is still there, his eyes glinting with mischief. he looks between you and taesan, sensing the tension before anyone else. “yeah, sure,” he says, as if he knows something you don’t. “we all know how much taesan cares about you coming to the show.”

taesan doesn’t react, but you can feel his frustration simmering just beneath the surface. it’s impossible to ignore.

there’s a long pause, and in that moment, you wonder if you’ve made the wrong choice. if you shouldn’t have come, if you shouldn’t have tried to make things right, because it feels like taesan is shutting you out more with every passing second.

but then, just as you’re about to leave, something unexpected happens.

taesan looks up. just a glance, but it’s enough to make your heart skip. you meet his gaze, and for a moment, it feels like you’re the only two people in the room.

then, without a word, taesan walks past you, ignoring you as if you’re not even there. you can feel the sting of it, the weight of the unspoken disappointment in his actions. your chest tightens, and for a second, it feels like your feet are stuck in place.

you want to call out to him, to stop him, but you’re frozen. you don’t know what to say, don’t know how to make this right.

woonhak watches you, his grin still there but a little less playful now. he gives you a knowing look. it’s like he’s aware of the struggle inside you, aware of the way taesan is pulling away even though he knows you’re standing there

“he’s not mad at you,” woonhak says softly, catching your eye. “he’s just… not sure how to act around you, y/n.”

you don’t reply at first, still processing the way taesan ignored you, the way his distance felt like a rejection. but woonhak’s words sink in.

“he likes you,” leehan adds, his tone more serious now. “but he’s not good at showing it.”

the words hit you harder than you expect. they settle in your chest, a mix of confusion and longing. taesan likes you? it doesn’t feel like it, not when he won’t even look at you.

“why doesn’t he just... say it then?” you mumble, your voice barely above a whisper.

woonhak shrugs. “he’s still trying to figure it out, y/n. he doesn’t want to mess things up, especially when you’ve got so much going on with your friends and everything.”

you stare at him, your heart beating faster. you can’t deny it now. it’s clear that something is there between you and taesan. something you haven’t been able to admit to yourself until now.

and yet, despite everything, you can’t shake the feeling that you’re caught between two worlds. your friends, your reputation, and then taesan, someone you never expected to feel this strongly about.

“he’s scared, y/n,” leehan says, his voice quieter now. “he doesn’t want to be the reason you ruin your life.”

you look at taesan again, still standing off to the side, conversing with jaehyun, his face unreadable. his posture is stiff, almost like he’s bracing for something. maybe he’s bracing for you to walk away, for you to choose the people you’ve always been with instead of him.

you feel the weight of it all. the pull of your friends, the pressure of their expectations. and then there’s taesan, standing there, vulnerable in his own way, waiting for you to decide.

the silence between you two feels like it could last forever, and yet, it’s the moment you need to make the choice.

but you’re scared.

you don’t want to lose your friends, don’t want to mess up everything you’ve worked so hard for. but you also don’t want to lose taesan.

the choice weighs heavy on your chest, but you can’t stay frozen forever. you can’t keep ignoring what you feel.

and, maybe for the first time, you finally make a decision.

time to come clean.

the quiet hum of the room feels more suffocating than peaceful. you’re sitting on the edge of one of the couches backstage, fiddling with your phone aimlessly. it’s been a few minutes since taesan walked away, and you’re still left with this gnawing feeling that you could have done something different.

the members of BOYNEXTDOOR are scattered around the area, some talking amongst themselves, others sitting with instruments or music sheets in hand. it’s almost like nothing happened. but you know that’s not true. you can feel the weight of the tension hanging in the air, especially when you catch woonhak’s gaze across the room. he’s giving you a sympathetic smile, though it doesn’t make you feel much better.

you want to walk up to taesan, to explain everything, but you can’t. he’s still standing there, staring off into the distance, his arms crossed.

instead, you settle for hanging out with riwoo.

“you okay?” he asks, sitting next to you with a curious look. his voice is light, but there’s an edge of concern in it.

you nod, offering a tight smile. “yeah, just…” you trail off, unsure of how to explain what just happened. you don’t want to sound like you’re complaining about taesan. it’s not like you’re angry with him. in fact, you can’t even be angry with him when you’re just as confused.

“he’s hard to read, huh?” riwoo says, his voice calm but knowing. it’s like he’s read your mind.

you glance at him, surprised. “yeah. i don’t know what’s going on with him. it’s like, one minute, he’s all… well, taesan, and then the next, he’s distant. it’s frustrating.”

riwoo leans back on the couch, resting his head against the backrest as he watches the others in the room. “taesan’s always been like that. he’s not great with… emotions, you know?”

you blink at him, unsure where this conversation is headed. “so what, he just shuts people out?”

“basically,” riwoo says with a slight shrug. “he’s not really used to being honest about how he feels. but I think he does like you, y/n. he just doesn’t know how to show it without pushing you away.”

the words hit you like a freight train. taesan likes you? all this time, you’ve been so unsure of what he wanted, what he needed, and now it feels like it’s been right in front of you.

“but he’s been ignoring me…” you say quietly, almost to yourself.

“he doesn’t know how to deal with the fact that you’re... well, you’re you,” riwoo adds, his tone light but thoughtful. “you’ve got your own friends, your own reputation. taesan doesn’t want to mess that up for you. he’s scared of it, y’know?”

that was the second time it's come across you. taesan cares about your reputation, maybe more than you.

the pieces start to click together. you’ve been dancing around your feelings for taesan, unsure whether to admit them or not, and now it seems like he’s been doing the same thing. the difference is, you’ve been letting the fear of judgment hold you back. taesan’s fear is different. he’s afraid of losing you.

the realization makes you uneasy, but in a good way. there’s something so real about the way riwoo describes taesan, and for once, you can’t help but want to believe it.

just as you’re about to respond to riwoo's comment, woonhak appears, practically bouncing into the room. his eyes are wide, and there’s a mischievous grin on his face.

“you should go talk to taesan,” he says, the grin never leaving his face. “he’s still being stubborn, but I think he’s ready to listen.”

you frown. “how do you know?”

“because,” woonhak says with an exaggerated shrug, “he’s been pacing around like a lost puppy ever since you saw eachother.” he looks between you and riwoo. “and leehan’s not much better. he’s the one who convinced him to talk, so… yeah. go talk to him. he’ll listen... eventually.”

you want to tell woonhak you’re not ready, that you don’t know how to fix things with taesan, but something in the way woonhak says it makes you feel like you have to.

“just go for it,” riwoo says, giving you an encouraging nod. “you’ve got nothing to lose.”

you nod, though your heart is pounding in your chest. you stand up slowly, feeling a little out of place in the midst of all the quiet chaos around you. taesan’s still by the wall, his posture tense. you can tell he’s trying to convince himself that it’s fine, that everything is fine, convincing himself you’re just here for the music, just like the others.

but you know that’s not true.

he knows that's not true.

as you approach him, you hesitate for a second, unsure of what to say. but before you can even open your mouth, taesan speaks first, his voice low and a little defensive.

“you didn’t have to come, you know,” he says, not looking at you. his voice is almost too casual, as if he’s trying to brush off the seriousness of the moment. “I mean, this isn’t really your kind of music.”

you bite your lip, fighting the urge to just walk away. his words sting, but you know he’s just trying to protect himself.

“I came because I wanted to see you,” you say, your voice steady even though you’re terrified of how it sounds. “I didn’t come for the music, taesan. I came for you.”

there’s a long pause, and for a moment, you think you’ve said the wrong thing. but then taesan finally looks up at you, his eyes flickering with something you can’t quite place.

“you don’t have to pretend for me, y/n,” he says, his voice quieter now. “you don’t need to act like you like this stuff just to be around me. I get it.”

you shake your head, your heart racing. “I’m not pretending. I… I like you, taesan.”

taesan freezes, his expression softening slightly. he opens his mouth to say something, but the words get caught in his throat. instead, he exhales slowly, running a hand through his hair.

“you’re not just saying that because you’re here, right?” he asks, his voice uncertain.

“no,” you reply, taking a step closer. “I’m saying it because it’s true. I like you, taesan. I’ve liked you since you looked at me in the library, and I’m sorry I was too scared to admit it before.”

there’s a brief silence, and then taesan finally lets out a breath he seems to have been holding for a long time. his lips curl into a small, almost shy smile.

“you’ve always liked me?” he asks, his voice soft with a hint of disbelief.

“yeah,” you whisper. “I just… I was worried about what people would think. about what my friends would think.”

taesan’s expression softens even more, and he steps a little closer to you, his voice barely above a whisper. “you don’t have to choose, y/n. I never wanted you to. I just wanted you to be honest with yourself.”

you blink, surprised at how easy it is for him to say that. “honest with myself?”

“yeah,” he says, his voice low and steady now. “I just needed you to admit that you feel the same way about me. I didn’t want you to choose between me and your friends.”

you stare at him, feeling the weight of his words settle in your chest. it’s like a weight lifting off your shoulders, the tension you’ve carried with you for so long melting away.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, stepping closer. “I was scared.”

“it’s okay,” taesan says softly, his hand reaching for yours. “you don’t have to be anymore.”

and for the first time in a long time, you feel like everything’s finally making sense.

the moments following your confession feel like the longest stretch of time. taesan is standing in front of you, his presence almost suffocating, and for a split second, you’re unsure if he believes you. it’s the kind of silence that hangs in the air, thick and heavy, like it’s too much to fill with anything but the things unsaid.

taesan takes a step back, running a hand through his messy hair, his eyes not quite meeting yours. it’s clear he’s thinking hard about something, but what? you can’t tell. your heart is pounding in your chest, and a part of you is terrified you’ve said too much, too soon, but another part is relieved. you’ve finally admitted it. finally let the truth out into the open.

and then taesan looks at you, his gaze softer now, and you can see the conflict in his eyes. “you really do like me?” he asks, his voice still unsure but laced with something else. maybe hope? maybe fear?

you nod, your breath catching in your throat. “yeah. I do.”

there’s a long pause, and you watch him carefully. his hands are shoved deep in the pockets of his jacket, his lips pressed together as though he’s trying to figure out what to do next. you’re not sure if he’s angry, confused, or just processing everything, but you wait, giving him space to think it over.

“you should’ve told me sooner,” he mutters, more to himself than to you. “I’ve been waiting for you to admit it. but I guess I didn’t want to push you.”

you take a step closer, your heart fluttering nervously. “I didn’t want to disappoint anyone. I didn’t want to mess things up with my friends, you know? I’ve had this group for years, and I didn’t want to seem like I was changing everything just because of you.”

taesan’s eyes soften as he watches you, and he takes a deep breath, clearly trying to wrap his head around what you’re saying. “I get it,” he says quietly.

his words settle into you, and you realize for the first time that maybe taesan’s always understood more than you gave him credit for. he’s not asking you to give up your friends, and he’s not trying to pull you away from the life you’ve built.

“so… what happens now?” you ask, a little unsure of where to go from here.

taesan shrugs, the corners of his mouth twitching into a small, almost playful smile. “we figure it out. I’m not going anywhere, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

you breathe a sigh of relief, the weight on your shoulders finally lifting. you’ve said what needed to be said, and taesan isn’t pulling away. instead, he’s looking at you with a new understanding, and it makes your heart feel lighter than it has in a long time.

just then, you hear footsteps approaching, and you turn to see woonhak and leehan walking toward you, both of them wearing knowing grins. leehan gives you a teasing wink, while woonhak’s grin is a little wider, almost smug.

“well, well,” woonhak says, his voice loud enough for taesan to hear, “looks like someone’s finally come clean.”

you feel your face heat up, and taesan groans softly, running a hand through his hair again in that familiar frustrated gesture. “don’t start,” he mutters under his breath.

leehan raises an eyebrow, clearly not willing to let taesan off the hook. “we saw the whole thing. looks like y/n’s got the guts after all.”

you glance over at taesan, who’s still avoiding eye contact, and let out a soft laugh. “it wasn’t exactly how I planned it.”

“hey,” woonhak says, his tone suddenly much more serious. “we’re not here to mess with you two. but, for what it’s worth, I’m glad you told him.”

taesan looks up at him, his expression softening, though he still doesn’t seem to know how to react. “you guys were waiting for this to happen?”

“obviously,” leehan replies, flashing a grin at you. “we could see it coming from a mile away. it was just a matter of time.”

woonhak chuckles, crossing his arms over his chest. “honestly, I’m just glad y/n showed up at the concert. I knew you’d figure it out.” he looks at you with a smile that feels almost reassuring. “you were meant to be here, y/n. not just for the music.”

you can’t help but smile, feeling the warmth in woonhak’s words. it’s as if, for the first time, you realize that taesan and his friends aren’t the strangers you’ve built them up to be in your head. they’re people you can trust. and taesan… well, taesan is someone who’s been waiting for you to figure out what your heart really wants.

taesan doesn’t say anything right away. instead, he just looks at you, his gaze softening. there’s a hint of vulnerability in his eyes that you haven’t noticed before. he’s not the tough, unapproachable guy you assumed him to be. he’s someone who just needed you to meet him halfway.

“I guess it’s about time I stopped running from it,” taesan finally says, his voice quieter now, almost like he’s admitting something to himself. “I don’t want to lose you, y/n.”

you step closer, feeling the warmth of his words settle into your chest. for the first time in a long time, the uncertainty you’ve carried around fades, and you can finally breathe easy.

“I don’t want to lose you either, taesan,” you say, your voice steady.

taesan looks at you, and for a brief moment, there’s this look of understanding that passes between the two of you. he doesn’t need you to make a choice between him and your friends. he just needs you to be true to yourself.

“so,” leehan starts, breaking the silence with a grin. “what now? you two gonna kiss, or what?”

you and taesan both freeze, the air suddenly feeling thicker than ever. taesan blushes, his face turning a shade of red that matches yours, while woonhak laughs loudly, clearly amused by the awkwardness he’s just created.

“shut up, leehan,” taesan mutters, clearly embarrassed but secretly relieved.

you chuckle softly, feeling the warmth of his presence next to you. it’s a different kind of silence this time. comfortable. familiar.

“you know,” you say after a beat, your voice teasing, “I think we’ll figure it out.”

taesan looks at you, his smile finally breaking through the tension. “yeah. we will.”

and for the first time, you realize that maybe the hardest part wasn’t admitting your feelings. maybe the hardest part was just letting yourself be honest.

—

the weeks following your confession feel like an endless rollercoaster, full of highs and lows. at first, your friends, especially leeseo and hanbin, don’t take the news as well as you’d hoped. you knew it wouldn’t be easy, but you didn’t expect it to hit this hard.

when you first told them about taesan, about how you felt, the reactions were... well, less than ideal. leeseo had stared at you like you’d just announced you were leaving the country, and hanbin had seemed more confused than upset. but the hardest part was seeing the disappointment in their eyes.

it wasn’t that they didn’t care about you. in fact, it was the complete opposite. they cared about you so much that it was more that they couldn’t understand why you would want to throw away years of reputation you built up, for someone who, to them, was nothing more than a rebellious skater.

"are you really sure about this?" leeseo had asked, her voice quieter than usual, her expression tight with worry. "taesan… he’s not like us. he’s part of a different world. why risk it?"

hanbin hadn’t said much at first, just quietly watching, as if waiting for you to change your mind. but the uncertainty was there, hanging between you all, heavy and uncomfortable.

you had tried to explain it to them, tried to make them understand that this wasn’t just some fleeting crush or an act of rebellion. it was real. but they just couldn’t see it. not at first, anyway.

it hurt more than you cared to admit, seeing their disapproval. these were your friends. the people you’d known since childhood. and suddenly, it felt like you were standing on the edge of something, unsure whether to jump or pull back. the fear of losing them, of being alone in your decision, gnawed at you, but something deep inside you knew that you couldn’t keep pretending. you couldn’t keep hiding how you felt.

you just had to trust that the people who truly mattered would eventually see the truth in your actions. that they would come around and accept you for who you were becoming.

and in the end, they did.

it wasn’t immediate, but as time passed, leeseo and hanbin began to understand. it wasn’t about taesan being a skater or part of a different crowd. it wasn’t about the fact that he was in a band or that he lived a life they didn’t understand. it was about the way he made you feel seen, understood, and for the first time in a long time, happy.

"so, when are you bringing him to hang out?" leeseo had asked one afternoon, her voice teasing but genuine. "I want to see what the big deal is with this guy."

hanbin had smiled too, though there was still a hint of hesitation in his eyes. "yeah, he’s got to be something special for you to stick with it this long."

and that was when you realized they weren’t just accepting your decision. they were supporting it. and that, more than anything, was all you needed.

taesan, for his part, had been more than understanding. he’d known how hard it had been for you to get to this point, to finally let go of the mask you’d been wearing, the one that kept you safe in the comfort of your old life. but he never judged you for it.

he made sure you never regretted your decision, pulling you into his world with open arms.

he showed you his music, the songs that were both raw and beautiful, filled with emotions he couldn’t always express in words. you’d always been the academic type, focused on grades and assignments, but now you found yourself getting lost in the music, in the way taesan played his guitar with such passion, as if the notes were extensions of his very soul.

late-night skating became a regular part of your life, too. at first, you were hesitant, worried you’d embarrass yourself or make a fool of yourself in front of his friends. but taesan had a way of making you feel like you belonged. the others, woohak, leehan, riwoo, and jaehyun, had all accepted you with open arms. they didn’t care that you didn’t have the same history with skating that they did. they just cared that you were there, trying something new.

taesan would always smile, his gaze softening as he watched you push yourself, getting better each time. "you're doing great," he’d say, always encouraging, never dismissive. "just keep at it."

and the laughter, oh, the laughter. you had never known what it was like to be this carefree, to just let go and enjoy the moment. taesan had a way of pulling you into his world of easy-going fun, where everything seemed light and full of possibility. the worries that had once weighed you down melted away whenever you were with him.

one evening, after a long session of skating under the city lights, you sat together on the rooftop of a building, the wind blowing softly through your hair. taesan leaned back, his head resting on the edge of the roof, looking up at the stars.

"you know," he said, voice low and casual, "I never thought I’d find someone who’d get me this way."

you glance at him, feeling a smile tug at your lips. "what, you’re not that hard to get."

taesan laughs softly, turning his head to meet your gaze. "you’d be surprised. i mean, maybe when you're not putting up a front it might be different," he jokes,

you nod, understanding more than you ever had before. "yeah, I get that."

he smiles, that real smile of his that always makes your heart skip a beat.

it’s in moments like these that you realize just how much you’ve changed, how much you’ve grown since you met him. you stop worrying about what others think, stop pretending to be someone you’re not. the people who truly matter, the ones who care about you for who you really are, will always be there for you. and those are the people you need to focus on.

you’ve stopped hiding. you’ve stopped pretending. and now, with taesan by your side, you feel like you can face the world as yourself. no masks, no fear. just you and him, and whatever the future holds.

—

it’s been a few months since you stopped hiding, since you started living life as yourself, unashamed, and unafraid. taesan’s world has become your world, and yours became his. BOYNEXTDOOR has started gaining more traction, the band’s energy electrifying, pulling in more fans with every performance. it’s not just the music that’s drawing people in, though. it’s the rawness. the authenticity that the group radiates. and as they grow, so does your connection with them.

sungho, riwoo, jaehyun, leehan, and woonhak. each of them has become an important part of your life. you’ve spent so many late nights with them now, at shows and skateparks, in studios and cafés, and each moment feels more natural than the last. the guys have all grown to appreciate your company, your unguarded nature, your willingness to let go of the walls you once had up.

woonhak’s grin is constant whenever you’re around, and he’s never shy about throwing playful remarks your way. “you know, if you hang out with us more often, you might start getting better at skating. or maybe you’ll just get really good at cheering us on,” he teases, elbowing you gently as you both watch taesan show off his latest tricks at the skatepark.

you laugh, shaking your head. “I think I’m good with cheering for now.”

“yeah, yeah,” he says with a wink. “we’ll see.”

leehan, quieter than the others but equally as kind, has begun to open up to you more too. you find yourself in deep conversations with him after practice, talking about everything from music to fish, which makes you wonder why he has a huge interest in fish. he’s got a way of listening that makes you feel heard, truly heard, and it’s something you’ve come to value in a way you didn’t expect.

“you know,” leehan says one night as you sit beside him on the band’s tour bus, “sometimes, I think you understand us more than we give you credit for.”

you smile softly, a little surprised. “what do you mean?”

he shrugs, staring out of the window. “well, it’s just… you fit in, y’know? and I don’t think you’ve ever tried to be anything other than who you are. it’s refreshing.”

the compliment hits you harder than you expected, and you realize just how far you’ve come since that first day of being unsure about yourself, hiding in plain sight.

jaehyun, the loud and often mischievous member, is always up for a laugh. he’s started making jokes about you and taesan, though it’s never mean-spirited. “so, you two are still doing that whole ‘silent romance’ thing, huh?” he teases one afternoon as the band gathers for a quick break before the next performance.

you roll your eyes but can’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “we’re not silent, jaehyun. we just don’t broadcast everything.”

he raises an eyebrow, his grin mischievous. “uh-huh, sure. whatever you say.”

taesan, of course, just watches the back-and-forth with a small smile, his gaze soft. you’re starting to learn how to read him, how his eyes light up with affection and pride when he looks at you, even when he tries to hide it.

“you’re in trouble now,” riwoo adds from the side, glancing between you and taesan.

but there’s something deeper there in the way the group interacts now. it’s not just about the music or the laughs. they’ve truly embraced you as one of their own. you’re no longer just the outsider; you’re part of their family.

and you realize, as the weeks go by, that taesan’s music is beginning to reflect the change you’ve both undergone. he’s been writing more, pouring his heart into the lyrics, and it’s clear from the way he talks about the process that it’s more than just songs to him. it’s his way of expressing everything he’s ever wanted to say, but never could.

one day, as you sit in the studio, scribbling down some notes for your own personal project, taesan walks in, his usual calm demeanor now mixed with a hint of excitement.

“I finished something new,” he says, looking at you. “I want you to hear it.”

you raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “what’s it called?”

“it’s… well, it’s about us,” he explains, shifting a little nervously. “about how I felt when you finally stopped pretending you didn’t care.”

your heart skips a beat as you look up at him, but you don’t say anything. you just follow him to the music setup, where he starts fiddling with his guitar.

he strums the first few chords, and instantly, you know it’s something different. it’s raw and honest, with a touch of rebellion, the sound of someone finally coming into their own after fighting their own doubts.

(listen to sk8er boi during this part guys !!)

when the final chord rings out, the room is silent. you’re sitting there, stunned, unable to process the feelings swirling inside you. it’s a song about you, about how taesan has always been there, quietly waiting for you to see him for who he truly is

he looks at you, his expression soft, almost unsure. “do you like it?”

you can’t say anything at first. your throat feels tight, and there’s a lump in your chest that you can’t shake. finally, you nod. “taesan… it’s perfect.”

he smiles, though it’s shy, as if he’s relieved. “I’m glad.”

later that evening, you’re in the crowd at one of BOYNEXTDOOR’s shows, feeling the energy buzz around you. the crowd is loud, excited, the air electric with anticipation. the lights dim, and the first notes of a familiar tune fill the air.

you recognize the song immediately. it’s the one taesan wrote. and as he steps forward, microphone in hand, he scans the crowd, his gaze lingering on you for a brief moment. there’s no hiding the way his eyes soften when he spots you.

you stand there, in the middle of the crowd, heart racing, as taesan sings the song he wrote for you. the lyrics are even more powerful live, the music thrumming through your body.

woonhak, stands beside you after the set, noticing the way you were both looking at each other. he grins, making eye contact with leehan, who’s watching from the side. they share a knowing look, as if they’ve been expecting this moment all along.

“hey,” woonhak says quietly, elbowing you. “looks like someone’s got the spotlight.”

you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. you’re finally here, in this moment, with taesan. no more hiding, no more pretending.

and as the final chords ring out, you know you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.

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dollfacefantasy · 6 months ago

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help okay i hope this isn't too soon but im back and i have a thirst. So basically ive been thinking about like di leon and where hes been gone on a mission for a week and when he finally comes home he has like paper work or like something on the computer and reader is just like sitting at his feet with her head in his lap while he works and she starts getting super impatient while hes on a work call and starts to act bratty and whine and stuff and then starts to suck him off and so when he hangs up he pulls her over his knee and punishes her and then they fuck. I was hoping you could put like daddy kink cuz you write it so good i love it and you can add whatever else you think fits. Hope this wasn't too much im sorry if it was.

heyyy :) so i have a fic with a kind of similar premise for leon and thirsts are usually just little blurbs to me, so i'm just gonna write part of this but thank you for the ask. i do love the idea of doing it while on the flip phone <3

leon kennedy x fem!reader cw: nsfw (18+), smut, blowjob, daddy kink, sort of exhibitionism

The entire desk shakes as Leon's phone chimes with the notification that someone is trying to reach him. For such a small device, it sure had a lot of vibration power.

Normally, he'd just reach over and grab it. Flip open the small cellphone, scan the caller ID, and hold it to his ear with his obligatory "Kennedy speaking."

But right now, he hesitates. He hesitates because you're beneath his desk. You'd managed to tug his pants loose and worm your fingers around his length. Your hand strokes him slowly, moving up and down as you look up at him with those alluring eyes of yours.

He'd been away on a mission for a few weeks, and as expected, your ache for him had grown strong. It would be easy to just brush your hands off and send you away till he finished working at his desk, but he had missed you too. He found it sweet, your need to be attached to him after some time apart. The only thing worse than having to leave you for so long would watching those pretty eyes fill with the sting of rejection.

"Be good while daddy's on the phone," he says quietly, as if he already had the other person on the line, "If you get me in trouble, I promise you your ass is gonna get it tenfold."

You nod in a display of your obedience, as if he was a fool to question you at all.

With your small reassurance, he grabs his phone and whips it open. Chris Redfield. Ok, so at least there was a chance it wouldn't be something too serious.

"Hey, man," he says as he brings it to his ear.

From your place on the ground, you can hear the muffled sound of his friend's voice. It's of no concern to you though. You rest your cheek on his thigh while your eyes stay locked on his cock held between your digits. You stroke it up and down, watching the flushed appendage with adoration.

Above you, he mumbles "mhm's" and "oh yeah, for sure's.” You don’t pay much attention beyond those brief affirmations. All you can think is how bad you want it in your mouth. It just looks so good, and it's been too long since you've had it.

But you shouldn't, right? He told you to be good. But this would feel so good for both of you. It seems like a win-win from your perspective.

"Yeah, that's bullshit. I don't blame you I would've done the- fuck," Leon says, getting cut off by his own hissed expletive as your lips engulf the tip of his dick.

You hear a muffled response on the other end, but you don't look up to see your boyfriend's reaction. Instead, you work his shaft deeper into your mouth.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry. Got a cramp in my leg. I get 'em bad after assignments," he mutters.

His hand comes to rest on the back of your head, so clearly, he wasn't too displeased with what you were doing down there.

You brace yourself on his thighs, pads of your fingers digging into the meat of his legs. Rising and falling, your head bobs. You coat the flushed skin with your saliva, letting it dribble from your mouth down to his balls.

His teeth dig into his bottom lip as he wrestles with the desire to moan. Poor Chris on the other side of this call. Not a word he said was taking root in Leon's brain. The short responses were even more half-hearted than before.

"I'm listening. Sorry, I was just... preoccupied when you called, y'know?" you hear him mumble.

You swirl your tongue over the ridge and pull off to lap at more of him. Your hand strokes what your mouth can't cover. You know all his favorite tricks, and you're putting each one to use right now.

Leon runs a hand through his hair, a bit of sweat beginning to break out across his forehead. His eyes flutter, and he closes them as if that would make it easier to stave off the impending explosion of ecstasy. A soft grunt comes from him, one he's hoping isn't loud enough to raise suspicion.

"What? Yeah, she's home right now... I don't know where she is. She's... doing something around here," he responds to Chris asking about you.

A laugh rumbles through the phone. Chris says something along the lines of "you're something else."

"What?" Leon defends, "I swear I'm listening I just-"

He has to stop talking then and there. If he kept going, his words would've morphed into one of the most humiliating whines heard by him, you, and Chris. He couldn't have that. When he recovers, his next words come rushing out.

"I just gotta call you back. Give me about an hour," he says, not waiting for a reply before clapping the phone shut.

His hips buck upwards, and both of his hands land on your head, making you take all of it. You gag a little, but he doesn't lighten up.

"No, no, baby. You wanted daddy so bad. You're gonna take all of me now. No whining," he chides through a clenched jaw.

Your eyes water. You tough it out though and let him fuck your throat till you feel that familiar pulse on your tongue. He lets go down your throat, spilling himself into the warmth of your mouth with a groan. His body slumps into the chair as he rides it out. Only when he's done does he finally let you go.

You pull back and recede onto your haunches, catching your breath. As air refills your lungs, things seem clearer. The moment of relief only lasts a short while though. Seconds later your being pulled up and slung across his lap.

A pout graces your lips as you look up at him.

"Ah ah. Don't look at me like that. What'd I tell you?" he says, already rubbing your ass in preparation for the spanking you're about to get.

"But you didn't get in trouble!" you protest.

"You didn't know that when you pulled that stunt though, so you still are," he teases before landing a firm swat on your ass.

The first of many to come.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy x you #resident evil smut #resident evil x reader #resident evil imagines #resident evil x you #ch: leon kennedy 💌

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puppym3 · 7 months ago

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um maybe like the opposite of the felix one? where reader is subby? or maybe like changbin and brat!reader,?

｡･ﾟﾟ･ under the table ･ﾟﾟ･｡

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dom!changbin x brat!reader

synopsis: you and your boyfriend, changbin, are at a restaurant with the other members. freshly back from a workout, changbin looks irresistibly attractive in a tight shirt that accentuates his toned physique. unable to resist, you let your desire get the better of you, subtly exploring his muscles under the table.

wc: 3k

warnings: MDNI! 18+, bratty needy reader, dom changbin, the reader is horny, reader wants to bite changbin's biceps (me too), teasing, semi-public sex, bondage (restriction with hand), edging, body worship, piv, fingering (f rec.), a lot of dirty talk, reader is called slut, unprotected sex, sex in public bathroom (would not rec...), creampie, (lmk if i missed anything)

a/n: i already have 2 felix fics and no changbin yet, so this is a perfect opportunity to finally write for him <3 ive honestly been dying to write ab him.

idk why but so far this might be my favorite out of all the fics I've written, i hope you guys like it too... ⸝⸝(˵´･⌄･`˵)⸝⸝ ♡

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It wasn't a rare occasion that Changbin would invite you out with him, he had just finished his workout and you missed him, so you sent him a quick text asking when he'd be free; that's when he invited you to dinner with him and the boys.

When you got to the restaurant, it was bustling with energy as you and the others settled into your seats. The chatter and laughter of patrons filled the air, blending with the aroma of delicious food.

When you finally saw your boyfriend, your breath was taken by the tight shirt he was wearing. You couldn't help but admire how his shirt clung to his frame, perfectly accentuating his muscles.

Your eyes traced the defined lines of his well-toned biceps and chiseled chest, feeling a warmth spread through you. He looked effortlessly handsome, and you were drawn to him more than ever. As the conversation flowed around the table, you found it increasingly difficult to focus on anything other than the man beside you.

Under the table at the restaurant, you reached out tentatively, your fingers brushing against his thigh. Changbin didn't react at first, too engrossed in a discussion with Bang Chan about their plans coming up. Encouraged by his lack of response, you let your hand travel up, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt.

Changbin's breath hitched, and he turned to you, his eyes widening slightly. You offered him an innocent smile, your fingers still tracing the contours of his biceps. He cleared his throat, shifting in his seat, but he didn't push your hand away.

"What do you think?" Seungmin's voice broke through your thoughts, pulling you back into the conversation.

"Hmm?" you replied, trying to mask your distraction.

"About the dessert menu? Do you have any recommendations?" he repeated, holding out the menu for you to see.

"Oh, right," you said, glancing at the options without really reading them. "The chocolate lava cake is always a good choice."

"I like that one too," Felix chimed in, nodding his agreement. "It's always so gooey and delicious."

You nodded absently, your attention drifting back to Changbin. Your hand was still resting on his thigh, your fingers tracing lazy circles on the fabric of his loose pants. You could feel the tension in his body, the slight tremble of his leg as you explored his body.

He had no idea how badly you wanted to admire his arms up close, to appreciate their strength and size, maybe even take a playful bite of his biceps. But alas, you were in a restaurant with your friends, the true cockblockers, and you had to maintain your composure.

Your eyes flicked up to his face, finding him watching you intently, his eyes looking at you like a warning as if you were passing the red line. Changbin leaned in closer to you, his breath warm against your ear. "What are you doing?" he whispered, his tone a mix of amusement and caution.

"Just fully appreciating the view," you whispered back, giving his bicep a gentle squeeze.

His eyes sparkled with a mix of surprise and delight, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Behave," he murmured, though his tone was far from reprimanding.

"But if my meal is right in front of me, why wouldn't I eat it?" you pouted, keeping your voice low enough for only him to hear.

He laughed at you, before swatting your hand away and putting his hand on the small of your back. "Later, I'll let you feast on me later," he whispered, causing your face to burn up and look at the ground.

You couldn't help but smile as the conversation shifted again, the others oblivious to the exchange between you and Changbin, but you still couldn't keep your eyes off of his body, the remnants of his workout from earlier still on him making your mouth drool.

"You're staring, they're going to notice you." Changbin's voice brought you back to the present, a small smirk on his lips.

"Staring at what?" Your hand slid up to squeeze his arm, "at this?"

He laughed and shook his head, "you're such a brat," he smiled, his voice a soft whisper.

You could only pout at him, wanting nothing more than to run your fingers along the hard planes of his muscles. It wasn't fair that he could look this good after working out.

You couldn't resist imagining the salty taste of his sweat as you trailed your tongue along his glistening arm. Imagining the sensation of your teeth sinking into his skin, leaving a trail of beautiful marks across his sculpted body.

"Stop that," Changbin's voice snapped you out of your thoughts, his hand tightening around yours.

"Stop what?" You gave him an innocent smile, your other hand moving up his arm, squeezing his bicep gently.

"I know that look," his eyes narrowed at you, his gaze intense. "We're in public."

"That's never stopped us before," you replied, letting your fingers trace the lines of his muscles. You couldn't help but lean closer, pressing your lips against his ear. "You don't even have to fuck me, just let me touch you," you whispered, your voice dripping with need.

Changbin's breath hitched and he glanced around the restaurant, making sure the others were still engrossed in their own conversations before turning his attention back to you.

"Do I have to restrain you?" He teased, his voice low.

You couldn't help the excitement that shot through you at the thought, your cheeks flushing. "Would you?"

Changbin laughed, a sound that made your heart skip a beat, his eyes sparkling. "You're a pervert."

You couldn't help but let your mind run, the thought of him restraining you at your wrists while he had his way with you was enough to make your core pulse.

"Changbin," your voice was soft as you leaned in close, your lips brushing against his ear. "You know how much I love when you dominate me," you whispered, feeling his breath catch.

"If you keep this up, I might have to do just that," he warned, his hand squeezing at your thigh.

You felt a shiver run down your spine, excitement bubbling up inside you. "I want that," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

Before he could reply, a waiter approached your table, and you reluctantly moved away from Changbin, trying to put on a straight face as the others turned their attention to the waiter.

"Are we ready to order?" the waiter asked, a pleasant smile on his face.

The group started ordering, and you tried to focus on the menu in front of you, but your mind was clouded.

"What can I get for you, miss?" the waiter's voice cut through your thoughts, and you blinked up at him, trying to remember what the others had ordered.

"Uh, the, um, the steak salad," you said, fumbling with the menu.

When the waiter finally left, you breathed a sigh of relief, glad that you hadn't gained any suspicion from the members.

"You're lucky you're cute," Changbin smirked, squeezing your thigh gently. "I can't believe you were trying to start something in the middle of the restaurant."

"Who says I was trying?" You feigned innocence, a smirk playing on your lips.

Changbin just rolled his eyes at you, but the playful smile on his lips told you he wasn't mad.

You couldn't shake the feeling of incompleteness in arousing him, fueling your persistence. You were determined to have your way with him, no matter what.

When the food finally arrived, the group settled into their meals, the conversations flowing easily between the boys.

You didn't want to keep yourself in check, not when the man of your dreams was sitting next to you, his body looking delectable. You had no idea what it was about his post-workout appearance, but you were weak for it.

You grabbed his hand, still resting on your thigh, and brought it under your skirt, laying on the heated skin of your inner thighs.

Changbin choked on his drink, the others glancing at him as he coughed, the heat in his eyes unmistakable.

"You okay, Bin?" You asked sweetly, as you slowly guided his hand to your soaked panties.

Changbin cleared his throat, trying to keep his composure. "I'm fine," he said, his voice strained.

You bit back a smile, enjoying the power you had over him. You watched as his gaze traveled down to where his hand was, the flush on his cheeks deepening.

"Baby?" You whispered, pressing his hand against your dampness, watching as his breath caught in his throat.

"I'm fine," he said, clearing his throat again. He was clearly trying to remain composed, but his fingers were twitching, as if he wanted to touch you.

You smiled, letting your gaze drift over the others, making sure they weren't paying attention before continuing to guide his hand.

"You're so wet," Changbin's voice was a low whisper, and you had to bite back a moan.

"It's all your fault." You murmured, a teasing smile on your lips.

He couldn't help but let his thumb caress your pussy, his fingers lightly massaging you. You let out a soft sigh, biting your lip to hold back a whimper.

You weren't sure how long you could last like this, Changbin's touch was making your entire body hum with pleasure. You needed more, and you needed it now.

"Let's go home," you whispered, leaning into him.

"I won't be able to hold back until then," he replied, his voice strained.

You let out a soft laugh, the thrill of being caught spurring you on. "I'm not asking you to," you murmured, your hand sliding over his growing erection.

Changbin stifled a groan, his eyes fluttering shut as you squeezed his hardness. You couldn't help but smirk, reveling in the power you had over him in that moment.

"Meet me in the bathroom." He said, as he discreetly pulled his hand away from you.

You watched as he stood, excusing himself, his gait a little wobbly. The others didn't seem as he slipped away from the table.

You waited a few moments, your heart pounding as you excused yourself to freshen up, trying to appear nonchalant as you headed to the bathroom.

As soon as the door closed behind you, you felt hands on you, guiding you into one of the stalls.

"You're such a brat," Changbin murmured, his lips finding yours.

"Mm, I'm your brat." You breathed, tugging at his clothes.

"Ah- ah, no touching," he said as he grabbed your hands, holding them above you and squeezing your wrists together his a singular hand. "You're such a slut, you wanted this, didn't you?"

He used his free hand to squeeze at your face as he turned your head, whispering in your ear, "You wanted me to take you right here in this restaurant, huh? In front of everyone? Wanted me to fuck you and fill you up while everyone watches?"

Your breath hitched, a jolt of excitement coursing through you. You were already wet and dripping, aching for his touch.

"Yes," you moaned, grinding your hips against his.

He chuckled, his hand gripping your ass, guiding your movements. "Tell me how bad you want me," he whispered, his lips trailing down your neck.

"So bad, so fucking bad," you breathed, arching into him.

"You want me to fill you up? To stuff you with my cock and fuck you until you're a trembling mess?" He was practically growling now, his grip on your ass tightening.

"Please, please," you whimpered, desperate for him.

He smirked, his hand slipping under your shirt, his fingertips brushing against your bare skin.

You couldn't help the moan that escaped your lips, your hands struggling to break from his hard restraint.

He pulled his hand back, a dark smile on his lips. "No touching. Keep your hands up."

You whined, the heat pooling in your stomach as you watched him unzip his pants, pulling out his thick cock.

"Look at this, just for you, baby. Do you want it?" He murmured, stroking himself.

You could only nod, your mouth watering at the sight of him. He looked delicious, his cock hard and heavy, pre-cum leaking from the tip.

He chuckled, his gaze lingering on your flushed skin and dilated pupils, savoring every detail. "Such a pretty slut," he cooed, his hand reaching out to stroke your cheek.

You couldn't help but melt into his touch, the praise going straight to your head. He grinned, his fingers tangling in your hair, giving it a light tug.

"So good," he murmured, his free hand moving to cup your breast, giving it a firm squeeze.

"More," you breathed, arching into his touch.

He smirked, his fingers finding your nipple, giving it a gentle pinch. You whimpered, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure through your body.

"So sensitive," he cooed, his touch becoming more insistent, his thumb rubbing circles around your stiff nipple.

You bit back a moan, your hips bucking against him, desperate for more. He chuckled, his grip on your hair tightening, keeping you in place.

"You like that, hmm? You want me to fuck you? To make you cum all over my cock?" His voice was a low growl, and you couldn't help but shudder, his words turning you on even more.

"Please," you begged, your hands struggling against his restraint.

He smiled, his fingers trailing down your stomach, teasing at the hem of your panties. "How badly do you want me?" He asked, his voice low.

"So bad, I need you," you panted, your body trembling with need.

"Good," he murmured, his fingers pushing past the fabric, finding your slick folds.

You gasped, your body tensing as his fingers explored your wetness, the heat building up inside you.

"God, you're soaked," he groaned, his fingers circling your clit, sending shocks of pleasure through your body.

"Yes, yes," you cried out, your hips bucking against his hand, seeking more friction.

He smirked, his thumb pressing down on your sensitive nub, making you see stars.

You moaned, your head falling back, your hands grasping at nothing but air as he kept his other hand restraining your hands.

"Fuck, look at you," he growled, his fingers moving faster, his touch relentless. "Such a good slut, begging for me to fuck you."

You whimpered, the coil in your belly tightening as he brought you closer to the edge.

But then, he suddenly stopped his movements, his hand pulling away from you.

"No, no, no," you whined, desperate for release.

"Didn't you want to cum on my cock?" He smirked, his hand reaching up to grasp your chin.

You could only nod, your gaze fixated on his hard length, his pre-cum glistening in the light.

He used his free hand to grip your hip, lifting you and placing your legs around his waist. You couldn't help but whimper as he rubbed his cock against your entrance, teasing you.

"I could take you right here, right now. I could fuck you until you're screaming my name, and everyone would hear. Would you like that? For everyone to know who's making you feel so good?" He murmured, his lips brushing against yours.

"Please, please, I need you," you gasped, the heat burning in your core.

You could barely breathe as he slowly pushed inside you, stretching you and filling you up. You let out a strangled moan, your walls fluttering around him.

"That's it, take all of it," he groaned, his cock sliding deeper inside you, the pressure delicious.

"Changbin," you whined, your body tensing as he started to move, his pace slow and steady.

"So good," he murmured, his hands gripping your hips tightly, guiding your movements.

You couldn't help but rock against him, his cock hitting all the right spots.

He smirked, his thrusts picking up, the sound of skin-on skin echoing in the small bathroom. You were close, so close, and he knew it.

"You gonna cum on me?" He whispered, his lips ghosting over yours.

"Yes, yes," you panted, your body tensing as he continued to pound into you.

"Do it, cum on my cock, show me how much you love being fucked with my cock," he growled, his hips snapping against yours, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

That's what sent you over the edge, your body shuddering as your orgasm hit, white-hot pleasure coursing through your veins. You moaned his name, your walls clenching around him, pulling him deeper inside you.

"That's it, so fucking tight, feels so good," he groaned, his cock throbbing as he came deep inside you, his hips stuttering as he filled you with his seed.

You whimpered, your body tingling with aftershocks as you clung to him, trying to catch your breath.

"You're such a good girl," he cooed, his cock twitching inside you, his cum spilling out and dripping down your thighs, his grip on your wrists finally loosening.

You could only moan in response, your mind still hazy from your intense orgasm. He held you close, his lips finding yours in a deep, passionate kiss.

You couldn't help but giggle at the ticklish sensation as he placed gentle kisses on your cheeks and neck, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"You're such a brat, you know that?" He smirked, his hands squeezing your hips.

You trailed your hands over each of his bulging biceps, relishing the opportunity to fully appreciate their sculpted strength.

"But you love it," you teased, leaning forward and kissing his forehead.

"I do," he replied, his hand reaching up and caressing your face. "Now let's get cleaned up before someone comes looking for us."

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miguelhugger2099 · 11 months ago

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Hiii, I’m in love with your writing it’s a comfort for me atp. Could you please do grumpy reader where she doesn’t talk to others a lot. That makes Miguel look like an extrovert (even though we both know that’s not true 😭). Happy Easter 🐣 and or any holiday you celebrate.

Two Peas in a Pod

c.....comfort,,,,, sad hamster meme the highest honor i could ever get omg thank you i really liked this ask because its basically me haha my friend actually told me ive gotten better at being more welcoming and "nice" and another friend would tell me that i could never mask my uncomfortableness if someone was bothering me LMFAO but as alwayyssssss i can rewrite this request for u if ur not satisfied :) Art: nellwhre17 on instagram

Spider-People were supposed to be funny and outgoing. It was in their canon to have some resemblance to the original quippy and humorous Spider-Man. If not outgoing then at least a little endearing and sweet.

So the Spider Society is a little thrown off when you’re introduced to the team by Miguel. Both of your arms are crossed, your face blank and looking over other Spiders with neutrality.

“Here’s our new recruit. She’ll be working more with Margo and Lyla. Think of her as one of your superiors like myself or Jess or Peter B.” Miguel tilts his head at all the other Spiders. “That’s all. Dismissed.”

He turns to face back to his console, returning to work on new files Lyla had presented to him. Some Spiders stay to chat with you. They don’t notice the slight discomfort and annoyance in your face.

“Hey! My name is Peter M! I think we might be the same age!” One says, his mask squinting to look like he’s smiling.

“Have you gone on a mission yet? What Earth are you from?”

“Has Miguel explained The Canon to you yet? It’s a little overwhelming, I know.”

The commotion irks you a bit, the Spiders coming into your personal space so you shuffle away and your brows instinctively scrunch together. “No, I’m fine.” You mutter curtly. The others finally see the change in your demeanor and they awkwardly step back.

Miguel turns over to see the few Spiders around and barks at them to stop. “She’s still new to all this so don’t go around pestering her.”

They smile wearily up at him then at you, whose face is still contorted a bit in a way that looks like you’re obviously still being bothered.

They get the message and wave goodbye to you but not without feeling a chill down their spine at how cold you were. Maybe you were just shy. Everything is and always will be overwhelming around here with different variants of yourself. So, they believed in time you’d come around like the others.

You, in fact, did not come around. After weeks, months even, you still came in and left without a word. Get in and get out. You rarely engaged in conversation and if you were in a group, you’d keep to yourself. If someone tried to include you, you’d just say a few blunt words that didn’t move the conversation at all so there'd be an awkward standstill before moving on.

No matter what, no one knew anything else about you besides your name, you were a Spider-Woman and the name of your Earth.

Even the esteemed group of young SpiderLings couldn’t even get you to open up. Jess and Gwen had just come back from a mission, wanting to eat at the cafeteria before heading home. They had found seats beside Hobie and Pav who were just catching up together.

Pav had mentioned trying to talk to you once but his bright personality pushed you further and further away from him, your responses to his questions becoming more and more short and quick.

“I’ve never met such a complicated individual.” He pouts, crossing his arms on the table.

“Don’ bother me none. I don’ like someone tryin’ to bug me either.” Hobie scratches the back of his neck.

“Would’ve thought they opened up by now.” Gwen brushed her hair out her face. “It’s like pulling teeth with her.”

“She just seems kinda grumpy sometimes…” Pav sighs resting his head in his arms. “Even more than Miguel which feels wrong.”

“Yeah, at least Miguel snaps at you but she…kinda just sits there.” Gwen leans back with a weak smile. “Not really sure how to make conversation when she’s so quiet.”

“She just doesn’t feel like talking, guys. Go easy on her.” Jess rubs her temples.

Their conversation is cut short when Miguel walks through the cafeteria, documents in hand and with you in tow. Speak of the Devil.

“Jess, Gwen, I misremembered about giving you the reports of your last mission together. I also have the analysis for the next one on Earth—199B.” Miguel hands the reports to Jessica and she immediately skims through it. Gwen looks over her shoulder and gives you a smile.

“Hey, how’s it going?” She asks.

You respond with a shrug and a nod. “Good.”

Gwen’s smile wavers, laughing nervously as the awkward silence. She expected some sort of greeting back.

Miguel answers for you. “She’s been with me the whole day since Peter’s been busy at home.” Gwen looks to Miguel.

“And how about you, boss? Doin’—uh—doin’ good?”

Miguel sighs, crossing his arms. “Better now that Margo fixed what Hobie broke in the console room.”

Hobie tsks. “Did not. You’re jus’ blamin’ me ‘cause I’m the scapegoat around ‘ere. Tha’ it?”

Miguel pulls up camera footage from his Gizmo, of Hobie pulling apart different motherboards and CPUs from the server and tucking them away in his pocket. “Is this not you?!”

Hobie squints at the footage and shrugs. “AI has truly come a long way, mate. Bettah check tha’ out.”

Gwen, Pav and Jessica laugh at the scene, giggling at the sheer anger on Miguel’s face and Hobies indifference. You watch with a soft smile up at Miguel but nothing else.

Miguel feels your hand on his forearm and he looks down at you. You nod your head to the side, signaling it’s time to go. He looks at the time on his watch and collects himself.

“We’re gonna head out. Don’t bother us unless there’s an emergency and be alert for any sudden messages should I need to contact any of you for anomalies.” He turns and gives a small wave before leaving, you trailing behind him.

You don’t say much other than looking behind to give them a small nod and following beside Miguel.

The group watches as Miguel talks to you, relating information and talking your ear off about missions and the to-do for the day. You listen quietly, eyes held on his and nodding along.

They glance at each other and think they would’ve never seen a person more closed off than Miguel in their lifetime. Even less where it looks like he’s more talkative compared to you. What an odd pair. “I think she has opened up. Maybe just not with us.” Jess leans back with a smile.

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alicenpai · 1 year ago

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forgotten playthings, forgotten child 🧸

Jack from my series Lost & Found Children 🤍🖤

i hope to showcase more of my ocs in 2024 hehe! im FINALLY getting around to finishing art i left to rot in my folders (the pandora hearts drawing last month being one of em). if you saw the WIP of THIS particular drawing 2 yrs ago... no you didn’t 💔

my charas are very personal to me, but tbh ive always been a bit hesitant to share their stories. over time i realized ... it’s kind of a shame to not make art from one’s heart. which is something i regret a lot year after year whenever i make my yearly art summary reflection. i'm like damn i need to make more emotionally evoking pieces!!! so i'm gonna keep going in 2024 with that in mind ❤ i have to admit, although this drawing started 2 years ago, and there's a lot i would do differently if i were to supposedly draw it now - this concept goes pretty hard.

the final drawing stayed pretty close to the original concept which im so relieved for! i think part of the reason why i left it on the backburner for so long, was the fact that i included so many details, and i was unsure of how to colour the "background". (not to mention stuff like cons & real life getting in the way).

i'm glad for discovering a really handy watercolour brush, it's helped me a lot in my last few drawings, bc i dont have to colour in each detail. especially since the witch hat atelier: eternal ephemera zine piece i did. otherwise if i coloured this back in 2022 with my usual method, i'm pretty sure i really would have included a shading and highlight layer for each individual toy... HAHAHA. much to think about

oh yeah and in the last few days of drawing this i was listening to some visual kei bands. i love how some of the band members literally have been performing since like the 90s or something and DO NOT AGE and are literal vampires. every so often i fall back into visual kei (you can tangentially thank aggretsuko although yes i know it's not the same). and i kind of realized. i like Jack's edgy design so much because he looks like. a visual kei esque vampire.

#illustration #artists on tumblr #original #original character #my ocs #jack #i will post more on my ocs eventually... slowly.. this coming year #2024 will be the year of the oc..... definitely want to lean into developing my stories & charas & gothic aesthetic a lot more hehe #leaning into like. whatever late 2000s manga had going on with their dark aesthetics - pandora hearts. black butler. d gray man etc #those mangaka were drinking some good shit. permanently altered my little teenage brain forever #i also managed to record a timelapse of this drawing #but my computer cant handle timelapses on csp so i had to like. save this drawing in different parts #so ill have to stitch together the timelapse videos #sorry. got rid of the closeup bc it didn't look that great #ill post it in the read more later #lost and found children

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gothushi · 9 months ago

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pressure

pairing: rob x photographer!reader

warnings: overstimulation, rob pulls out, one spank, mentions of bruising, unprotected sex (wrap it up.)

note: so…. lot longer than expected… :c i Think next chapter may be the final one.. might do a little epilogue of them going to the movie premiere (like that idea ive mentioned twice) we’ll see…

word count: 10.6k

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Stirring awake in the morning is.. nice. The clock ticking on the wall reads 8:34AM, morning traffic heard from the open window, a breeze coming in. You’re warm though, tucked in against Rob’s side with his arm around you.

Snuggled against Rob, in his bed.

You’re snuggling Rob right now.

Blinking, you shift, slowly trying to move back, eyes groggy. But his arm around your back tightens around you, tugging you in close again as he murmurs, “Stay.”

Pausing, you tense a little, lifting your head against his shoulder to peek up at him. Your cheeks flush with heat, so close you can see the small blemishes on his skin, his pores, the scar on the forehead. Laying your head back down, you’re more aware of how it feels to be pressed against him, how warm he is, but he seems so.. relaxed.

His hand on your back slides up, petting over your hair, his eyes remaining closed. He doesn’t seem to have a care in the world now that you’re here with him, so close, his head tilting to nuzzle against the top of your head. The touch instantly relaxes you, not as tense anymore. Eyes fluttering shut, you listen to the sound of cars honking their horns several levels below. The sun’s beginning to shine through the windows, just reaching the edge of his bed, casting a warm heat in the room.

You feel his blunt nails scratch over your scalp and oh, you’re a goner, slowly starting to drift back to sleep. Purring out a pleased noise, sleep finds both of you again for another two hours.

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Eventually he wakes up again, the sound of his phone vibrating on the bedside table enough to make even me rouse a little. It’s one of his friends from their headquarters, one of the few people he willingly socializes with, calling to check on him after hearing what happened. He also gives an update on the search party, that they’ve contacted via radio and haven’t found anything yet but did find where you were camping, and that he has faith they’ll find the others.

You’re still half asleep as you faintly hear his friend talking over the phone, Rob’s hummed responses vibrating against you, your arm hugged over his chest.

“Hey, have you heard from Y/N? She doin’ okay?” His friend, Jacob, asks, “Miya wanted me to check on her too but- I don’t have her number.” Shifting against Rob, your legs stretch a little with a soft noise.

“She’s… here.” Rob answers softly, “She’s here with me.” He peeks down at you as you stretch, his heart melting, hand landing on the nape of your neck and brushing your hair away.

The touch tickles, blankets having moved off your legs, bare and tangled with him. Your skirts ridden up a little, good leg tossed over his lap. Nuzzling closer, you’re somewhere between dreamland and reality.

“She-..” Jacob pauses, before his tone turns teasing, “She’s at your place?”

A small smile tugs at Rob’s lips, but his eyes stay on you, “She’s in my bed actually.”

“You-” Jacob gawks a bit behind the phone, “In your bed? You? Rob, have a girl, Y/N, in your bed? With you?” He rambles, “Seriously?”

His smile grows as he fights the urge to laugh at his reaction. You’re still nuzzled into his chest, and his head moves to pet over your head again, “Yes, she’s here, and she’s in my bed with me.” He says plainly.

“Wh-.. when did this happen? Did you guys- y’know-?” He lowers his voice a little, teasing.

“No,” Rob answers, rolling his eyes, chuckling lightly. He wants to act casual about it, even though he feels similar to how Jacob is reacting. He honestly can’t believe you’re here too. “We just.. slept together. Not like that.”

“Oh my God,” Jacob responds, “I thought I’d see you eaten by a big cat before you cuddled with someone. Have I been missing something? Do you have a crush on her?” He blabs about, rattling off questions for his friend.

You shift, face burying into his neck, lips pressing against his skin as you inhale.

He chuckles again at Jacob’s reactions and they way he’s teasing. He could easily deny having feelings but.. That’d be a lie. “I.. might.” Is all he gives, “Can you blame me?”

“Shut up, really?” It’s almost like two girls gossiping with the way Jacob reacts, “Since fucking when? Is she- does she know?”

Rob sighs a little as his friend continues to get all giddy over this topic. He’s usually one to keep his emotions to himself, details of his life more private, “She… might have some sort of idea.”

“My lips are sealed dude, I promise. I seriously couldn’t picture you with anyone- sorry, that sounds kinda mean. But, y’know what I mean. Anyway, you just rest and I’ll keep you updated if we hear anything.” He laughs a little, clearly enjoying teasing Rob.

“You’re fine,” Rob muses softly, “And thank you, please let me know if anything happens.”

With a quick goodbye, Jacob hangs up. You shift against him again, pushing your face into his neck some more with a quiet noise. Rob’s smiling as he looks down at you, setting his phone aside,. He’s never felt so peaceful as he lays here now, hand caressing over your shoulder and neck. His hand lowers to pet over your waist, your hip, toying with the fabric of the skirt you wear, and as if the universe has perfect timing, your phone rings in your purse across the room, sat atop his dresser.

You don’t seem to wanna wake though, snuggling further into him with a complaining noise, making him chuckle softly, “Your phone is going off..” He mumbles, his thumb rubbing over the outside of your thigh.

Inhaling deeply and then sighing out, you reluctantly roll away and get up out of his bed, hair and clothes mused up, Tank top riding up on your waist, skirt wrinkled, you reach his dresser and dig in your bag for your phone, seeing your mom calling as the ringing ends. Silence lingers for just a moment before it rings again, what you expected, and answering with a slight clearing of your throat, “Hello?”

Rob can’t help but smile as he watches you get out of bed, seeing your body in such a natural state, so damned gorgeous… He rolls onto his side, sitting up on an elbow, listening to you talk.

“Yeah.. no I’m alright. Yeah.” Sitting down on the edge of his bed, back to him, you talk quietly. Rob can faintly hear a womans voice over the phone, “No I’m- I can tell you about it later.”

Sounds like your mom must be worried, as you reassure her. He watches as you sit up a bit straighter, trying to stretch out your back, muscles sore. “Yeah.. no I don’t know when I’m coming home yet. I always tell you the same thing, it just depends.”

Seeing your actions, he scoots closer until he’s behind you, sat up, his hand landing between your shoulder blades as he mumbles, “Y’okay..? Where’s it hurt?”

You use your good hand to gesture back to your shoulder blades, continuing to speak to your mom, “I know mama but I tell you everytime and you always forget.” His hand starts to rub gently, knuckles going in circles against your back, working slow to hopefully ease some of your pain. He listens intently, hearing the exasperation in your tone when you’re talking to her, making him smile a little.

“I know, I know. Yeah I will. No I didn’t get anything for his birthday yet it’s not for another month- I do *not* put things off until last minute.” You groan, as she begins going on a tangent you won’t get out of. The light massage helps, making your eyes flutter.

Rob makes an amused sound at your words, smiling “Mama-.. yes I know, it’s the 18th. Yes.” Rubbing your hand over your eyes, you sigh, “Did you call just to aggravate me?” He can hear the slight humor in your tone, not really angry.

Rob leans in, nosing at your bare shoulder. Your hand comes back to swat at him playfully, “Stop, I”ll be back by then and I’ll have everything I need, okay? I promise.”

He leans back in again, amused, listening some more as his lips graze your skin, “Yes, yes I’ll call you when I know when I’ll be coming home. Yeah.. okay.. mhmm..”

“She still goin’ on?” He mumbles, lightly kissing a bruise on your shoulder blade, grinning. Another swat at him.

“Yeah mama, I know. I’ll check on it. I know.. okay… I love you.. yeah, bye.” Finally hanging up, you exhale, glancing down to your phone to see any other notifications you have. You’re torn between turning to him or leaning away.

He keeps his eyes on you, breath fanning out over your skin, bringing his chin just above your shoulder, “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you mutter back softly, eyes closed now. You can feel how much closer he gets, the feeling much more intimate.

“You sure?”

“Mm.. yeah.” Swallowing, your cheeks flush with heat, almost too bashful to turn and really face him. His hand has moved down your back, rubbing lightly, leaning in a little more so you feel him exhale against your ear.

“Are you really sure?”

You sense that, this time, he’s asking for consent. For.. this, as his lips graze your neck. You shudder despite the warmth coming from the open window, “..yeah.”

He shifts a little closer, so close his chest is almost against your back, hand planted flat on your tank top, fingertips brushing your skin between your shoulder blades. He noses at your neck, the edge of your jaw, “Can I..?”

The hand that was holding himself up on the bed moves, his body sitting up more for balance as it comes up to turn your jaw towards him, now looking at him, “Can I kiss you?”

Your eyes fluttering open with the move, you stare back at him. You feel your heart beat just a bit faster, “I-.. yeah.”

You barely finish the word before his lips claim your own, and he pulls you closer with his hands wrapping around you. The gentleness and delicacy of this kiss is what sends shivers down your spine, moaning against his mouth. His tongue sweeps out, licking against your lower lip, testing the waters for permission. Leaning back into the bed, he pulls you with him to rest on him, letting you adjust to get comfortable.

One of your hands finds his forearm, the one not bandaged, just holding gently for support. You easily kiss back, letting him take control as your lips part. He lets his tongue slip past your lips, hand moving to the back of your head. He wants to kiss you longer, wants to pull you closer and closer, heat curling in his gut. His mouth never pulls away, claiming yours and all you can do is whine against him. The noises are muffled against his kiss, your hands finding the front of his tank top, grasping at the fabric as you bring your legs back up on the bed slowly, leaning into him.

Arousal swirls in your veins, you don’t remember the last time someone kissed you like this, if ever, so gently like you’re made of glass and they want nothing more than to break you. His other hand is on your back again, fingers running up and down slowly, He pulls back ever so slightly, panting, lips brushing against yours. The feeling of your breath fanning over his lips, eyes lidded, skin heating up, he can’t get enough.

Leaning in again, you sigh contentedly into another kiss. You aren’t extremely experienced in this department, and it’s almost like he can tell, the thought sparking arousal in him. Panting softly to get air in between kisses, he groans out, fingers bunching against your tank top. Your good hand is flat on the bed for support, the other grabbing at his shirt. A whine is pulled from you at the feeling, the sound of his happy groan making a throb start in your clit, desperate.

You’ve never been kissed so.. greedily, yet filled with need.. care. He pulls away a little, just enough to let you breathe properly, eyes lidded as he stares up at you. He can see the flush on your face, feel your heart pounding. He just stares at you, gaze so heated before leaning in again, kissing you deeper this time. His tongue licks over yours, gasping softly, hand coming up to cradle your face. Pulled halfway onto his chest, you have no choice but to kiss back, whining again.

He pulls back just enough to swallow, panting softly, “Fuck..” The noises you make have his cock swelling, a different kind of heat compared to the open window being felt. His swear has a whimper forming in your throat, because God you didn’t think kissing could feel that good. Your senses are overwhelmed, an incessant throbbing between your legs as you drop your forehead to his collarbones.

He hums a soft noise, a little ‘hmm’, as you shift your body to have your leg over his, the brace on your knee pressing into the bed lightly. His thigh between your legs pushes against your clit, skirt riding up over your ass whilst his greedy hands feel at your skin, one hand tangling in your hair to pull you into another kiss. Moaning, his hips buck up, slowly, other hand on the small of your back hiking your skirt up some more.

Another full on whimper escapes you, heart pounding and hips naturally rolling down in search of that same friction again, “Mm-”

You’re already embarrassingly wet, slick pooling in your panties as he uses the hand on your back to slide down and urge your hips to rut against his thigh. He’s starting to ache, all blood rushing south as your hip bone pushes against his lap. The only thing on his mind right now is how much he wants you.. and making sure it’s what you want too.

Rob feels your nails press into his shoulder, the good one, grabbing onto his flesh as a lewd slick noise sounds from your kissing. Teeth catch your lower lip, tugging and letting go and his tongue licks over yours once more, taking away your breath.

Your muscles ache with every movement, but you don’t care, too occupied with getting more of this feeling, more of him. Grinding down harder, you mumble his name into the kiss, panting, skin warm. The little whines and breaths you give have him rock hard, his hand sliding to cup over your ass in a tight grip, pulling you down against him.

He pulls away from the kiss, and your head drops into his neck, whining and rolling down onto him at a slow pace, thighs spreading further, panting to catch your breath, overwhelming arousal flooding your senses. “You okay? We can stop..” He pants softly, voice gentle. He doesn’t want to stop, but he’s gotta know your boundaries.

Your lips part against his neck, breathing heavy, answering with a slight shake of your head “No I’m-.. ‘m okay.. just.. not used to this..” you admit.

He smiles a little at the admission, rubbing his hand over the curve of your asscheek, caressing gently, “Can I kiss you again?” The feeling of your body pressed on his is making him dizzy with desire. The flush of your skin, the sound of your breathing, all so intoxicating..

Shifting a little, your movements cause you to push on his thigh some more, causing a moan to fall from your lips, the sound tapering into a laugh at his question, nosing up his jaw as you lift your head, “Mm.. yeah.”

His own hips jolt up, giving a little pleased noise himself. He leans his head down, lips connecting with yours again. One hand on your head, the other on your ass. He doesn’t ever want this to end, licking over your tongue, forcing your lips to part with his, urging you to grind on him like a couple of needy teenagers. He didn’t want to rush this but he isn’t sure how much he can hold back.

It feels like all your limbs are turning to jelly, pussy throbbing just from the muffled noises he makes against your lips. You whine louder and he actually growls, causing a shudder of arousal to shoot up your spine and your knees spread wider. Your nose nudges against his as you tilt your head, desperate, almost drooling against his lips.

His hands find your waist, tugging you up his body a little as he disconnects from your lips with a slick noise and finds your neck, mouthing at it hotly. Tongue darting out, he licks over the sensitive skin, oh God, your nails dig into his shoulder again, grabbing on and he knows he’s found a good spot, a strained noise escaping you. Your thighs try to press together on instinct but they just squeeze Rob’s leg, making him grunt. You smell so good to him, something sweet, like a sugary perfume.

His own breath stutters at the realization, listening to your whines and whimpers, hands sliding down over your ass, “Can I mark you?” He murmurs against your skin.

If you weren’t wet before, you are now. A fresh wave of arousal pools down to your clit, soaking the fabric of your panties. Swallowing, your head tries to drop into his neck but a hand raises to keep it up, “Yeah,” it’s breathy, “please.”

A low, guttural groan comes from his chest as he hears the little plea, cock twitching. He noses against your jaw, licking before kissing beneath it, lips moving down to the base of your neck. They find the junction of shoulder and neck, sucking there. That spot causes a chain reaction, your back arching, nails scratching skin, hips bucking down onto his thigh, “Rob-”

He growls again hearing his own name, the desperation in your tone, his hand on the back of your neck. He bites a little and you nearly go limp against him, his own hips rutting up with a sigh through his nose.

Rob finally rolls you both over, gentle, being sure to support you as he lays you back and hovers overtop. The movement pulls a short squeal from you, face flushing in embarrassment, His one hand keeps him held up as the other cradles your face, diving back in for another searing kiss as his hips meet yours. This time you can feel how hard he is, thin layers of clothing separating you two.

Hands grasp onto his biceps, thighs parting around his hips, his knees spread, pushing into the bed and underneath your thighs, helping support your aching knee. It pulls another louder moan from you, breaking the kiss to toss your head back and gasp, “Rob-”

He immediately moves down to your neck, kissing and nipping at the skin whilst his hand moves from your face to your waist. You skirts ridden up, bunched at your hips, tank top exposing your navel. His facial hair tickles your skin, lips no doubt sucking little marks that will form within minutes. He bites down again on another spot and it pulls a plea from you, “Rob.. Rob-nnh-”

The sound of your voice has him throbbing, hips grinding down, clothed cock pressing against your clit so deliciously. If he peeks down he can see how soaked you are, panties darkened with slick. “D’you want me to do more?” He pants, his own cheeks a bit flush.

You whimper breathily and nod, eyes lidded, “God- please.” Your hands roam his arms, one over his good shoulder to feel at his back. His hips roll down again, lips kissing at your neck gently, feverishly. They ghost over your collarbones, sucking lightly, kissing at the top of your chest. His hand slides down, sitting up on his knees to find the hem of your tank top and push it up.

Arching to help him, the garment is tossed to the side on his floor, revealing your plain bra. He groans though, hands roaming over your torso, feeling up over your skin and then grasping at your tits over the fabric. Leaning back down, his lips find the top of your tits, mouthing hotly at the skin, humming in content whilst you whine and toss your head back.

His lips move down, and when they reach your belly button he kisses around it, lips exploring every inch of your skin. The muscles tense as he does so, squirming around against his bed, hips trying to roll up for friction. As he moves lower, your hands tangle into his hair, “Please…”

His hand reaches and rubs over your stomach, before both hands slip behind your back and undo the clasp of your bra, slipping the article from you and tossing it aside with your tank top. His fingertips leave goosebumps in their wake as his hands slip around again, grasping at your now bare breasts, thumbs swiping over your nipples and pulling a whimper from you.

“You’re so pretty,” his nose nudges against your navel, muscles in his arms bulging, “never seen anyone so beautiful.”

Heat coats your face at his words, averting your eyes to the side with another whine, pressing your lips together. One hand tightens in his hair a little, tangled in the soft brown locks with need.

Feeling your soft flesh is like heaven to him, massaging your tits in slow circles and pinching at the peaks of your nipples, grinning to himself. He sits back up, pulling away, grunting as he tugs his shirt off to leave his upper half bare. It joins the other clothes on the floor before he lays back over you, lips finding your neck as he rolls his hips down.

Whimpering at the sight of him, a desperate noise leaving you, your arms loop around his shoulders, hips bucking up to meet his. He groans at the feeling, nipping at your skin, whilst you feel embarrassingly close to an orgasm already. The coil pulls tighter and tighter, making you pant, “Rob-!”

His breath catches as you whine his name, arms caging you in, one hand ghosting down over one of your boobs like life support. Little love bites litter your neck now, left behind by his suckling. Gasping softly and huffing a strained noise, you try to warn him, “Rob- mm, ‘m gonna..oh God-” Your legs tense, feeling weak.

Rob’s cock absolutely throbs at your words, humming a content noise against your skin with panting breaths, “Go on, cum for me.” He’s practically begging, voice rough.

That’s all it takes, overwhelmed. His pleading tone, his hand massaging over your chest, kissing your skin, aching cock grinding into you. The coil snaps and you cum, tensing before your legs shake, trembling. A gasping moan leaves you before panting out hard, stuttered noises sounding with each exhale, “Oh- mm-! Rob, Rob-” Your arms tighten around his neck, one hand tangled in his hair tightly.

The feeling of you losing yourself under him, because of him, has him groaning, sucking a mark above your collarbone. His cock aches as he cums in response, rutting down against you and making a sticky mess in his boxers. His hand holding him up curls into the blankets, trembling.

The moment calms down as you both pant, your hands smoothing over his biceps and his lips gently pressing against your neck, hair falling in his eyes. He flops to the side, arms pulling you in close against his chest, groaning softly. You’re both warm with a light layer of sweat, your head nuzzling into his neck. Your skirt and underwear feel sticky, like too much fabric, but you can’t do anything about it now, letting out a weak moan.

His hand grazes the skin of your back, up and down, slowly breathing normal again as you both calm down from your orgasms. If he focuses enough, your hair smells like.. strawberries? Must be your shampoo. The traffic below slowly filters back in to your senses, heat breezing in from the window.

“That was..” You swallow, eyes closed, “nice..”

Rob huffs a small chuckle at ‘nice’, thinking it was much more than that. He tilts down to kiss your head, “You okay?”

“Mmm..” You hum in affirmation, nodding a little against his neck. “You ruined my skirt..”

He chuckles again, “Sorry.. it was worth it.”

The response pulls a giggle out of you, “I don’t think you’re sorry.”

He noses at your hair, “I’m sorry about ruining your skirt. I’ll get you a new one.” He’s grinning, obviously not feeling bad about it at all.

Giggling again, you’ve finally caught your breath, sliding off of him a little to just lay on your side beside him. He rolls to face you, tugging you back in, not wanting to be too far away. His lips find your forehead.

Your eyes flicker up, looking at his face, flushed still. He grins down at you, before leaning down to connect your lips. It’s much softer than the one.. what? Twenty minutes ago? Gentle, slow, sighing contentedly through your nose as your eyes close. It’s tender, and he lets his tongue swipe in to explore your mouth again, slowly.

Slow and purposeful, he kisses you. One hand cradling your head, the other one your back. There’s no rush, no urgency, just a deep sense of connection between you two. Your own thumb brushes along his jaw, feeling the soft facial hair there. Squirming, that slick sensation comes back between your thighs, making you flush with embarrassment.

He pulls away, eyes fluttering open, his own cheeks a bit warm as he cradles your face in both hands, “Okay?”

“Uh-..” Flushed, your eyes dart to his lips and over his other facial features, “like I said you uh… ruined my skirt- it’s just a bit… y’know.. sticky.” You clear your throat a little.

He grins, a slight smirk on his face, “I’m sorry about that sweetheart.” His hands slide down to your ass as his nose nudges yours, “I can help take care of that.” Once more, his lips find yours, taking control.

“Mm-!” Your own hands hold the sides of his face, fingertips pressing into his hairline. He grips hard at your flesh, massaging over your ass and making you muffle a whine against his lips. They slip away to trail down your neck again, licking, suckling. “You just-.. have really good stamina or what?”

It comes out breathy, making him laugh against you, hands urging you down again because he’s still hard. The sound of your voice is enough to spark that desire in his once again. The warmth of your skin, he wants to explore every inch of your body. A little whiny noise is pulled from you with the way his fingers press into your skin, grabbing and kneading the plump flesh. “You just make me feel so good, I can’t help it..” he says, voice low and husky.

His hands just barely brush against a bruise on your thigh, making you jolt, causing your hips to roll down with a whine, “Rob..”

When he hears you whine his name like that, a guttural growl escapes his chest. He leans in to kiss you again, hands grasping the backs of your thighs to tug you closer. A whimper is pulled from you as he growls, muffled by his lips as you kiss back. Panting ever so softly, mumbling against his lips, “I like when mmm, when y’do that..”

Those words make him want to just finally fuck you, right here and now. He groans, pressing you back into the bed as his lips trail down to the valley between your tits. Your hands find the pillow beneath your head as he explores you, his lips hungrily searching for more, leaving little marks where he pleases. He goes lower, kissing over your stomach, ghosting over your sides, facial hair tickling against you. At one point you do giggle, the sound tapering off into a whine as his tongue licks over your navel.

Rob moves past your skirt, over your thighs and kisses at the slightly bruised skin, almost apologetic. They part naturally for his body to fit right between them, fingers trailing over your hips, holding onto you. He can practically feel the heat radiating off of you, lips slowly moving towards your clothed pussy. The fabric is soaked in your cum, and the mere sight makes his cock throb.

His hands hike your skirt up, fully exposing your panties, cute cotton ones with a lacey waistband. Your head lolls to the side, eyes falling closed, squirming desperately for friction, “Rob..” Seems your favorite word is his name.

Rob curls his fingers into your waistband, tugging your underwear off of you. As he leans back down, his hands glide along your skin, eyes focused on your center. He groans, seeing just how soaked you are, skin slick. His own desire wells up, lips finding the junction of your navel and thigh, mouthing at the heated skin. Whining, you reach down and tangle your hands into his hair.

Feeling motivated by your actions, eyes dark with lust as he looks up at you, he brings a hand up to feel how wet you are. The action makes you jolt, proper contact sending your senses reeling, gasping at the pad of his middle finger circles over your clit before sliding down over your hole, feeling the slick pooling there.

“Oh- Rob,” your legs squirm, back arching a little, everytime his finger rubs up over your swollen clit you jolt as if you’ve touched a live wire. He brings another down, rubbing two in slow circles as his tongue licks over your hip, moving closer and closer. He wants you to be satisfied, to give you exactly what you want.

He’s speeding up a little, adding pressure over your slippery clit, and it makes you gasp again, “Nnnh- Rob.. ple- mm, please..” You’re pleading now, starting to pant a little. It’s difficult to stay still, hips rolling into his touch.

He knows just how sensitive you are, clit swollen and slick with your own cum, making his mouth water. His other hand shifts to your hip, holding you down lightly, “I got you.. just relax and lemme take care of you..” he mumbles, pressing a chaste kiss to your hipbone.

Eyes fluttering at his voice, how sweet he sounds, you whine, “Mmm-hah.. ‘m sensitive..”

“I know.. I know.. but it feels so good, doesn’t it?” He grins, slipping his fingers down and ghosting over your entrance, barely pushing it before sliding back up to your clit.

They move in faster circles causing you to jolt, whimpering as your eyes squeeze shut, hands leaving his hair to grasp at the sheets. “Yeah,” you gasp quietly, moaning out loud, “I wanna-.. wanna feel you.”

He doesn’t think he can get any harder, throbbing in his sweats. Fueled by desire, he leans down and presses an open mouthed kiss to your clit.

Squealing a moan, your hands fly to his hair again. They tangle into the locks, grasping tightly that it hurts his scalp a little as your heels press into the bed, arching up. “Oh my- fucking- Rob!”

He feels your thighs almost clamp on his head, tongue gliding down and flattening on your pussy as he explores all of it, groaning against you and sending vibrations up your spine. His hands twist under your thighs, latching onto the outsides of them to keep you still, practically making out with your pussy, eyes lidded. His tongue flicks up over your clit, lips latching around it to kiss at it.

Writhing around, your head tosses back, whining, “Rob- mm-! Stop I’m.. I can’t, I wanna feel you,” you plead. Your muscles already feel weak, previous orgasm has them like jelly and you’re eager to have him fuck you properly.

Rob’s greedy though, suckling at your clit, flattening his tongue to lick down over your entrance and pulling away to take in air before repeating the process, his own cheeks flush red. He doesn’t want to stop, obsessed with the way you taste and feel, fingertips pressing into your skin. Reluctantly, he forces himself to pull away, chin and facial hair wet with your cum. He crawls back up over you, kissing up way up, before meeting your lips, mumbling, “Want me to fuck you?”

You can taste yourself on his lips, making you moan because oh my God you’d be embarrassed if it weren’t so damn hot. Your hands find his waist, grasping at his bare skin, trying to push at the waistband of his sweatpants, “Please..”

He sits up a bit, helping you, his own breath heavy as pushes both sweats and boxers off his body. He’s so fucking hot, naked, cock heavy and fucking achingly hard as he lays his body over yours, nosing at your jaw, his cock nudging against your clit, “I’ve wanted you for so God damn long..”

Your knees bend, thighs pressing against his hips. Whining, you curl your arms around his neck, feeling his bare back and being mindful of the bandage as your face flushes, “I’ve-.. me too..” you whisper and then blurt quickly, “want you.. not-.. me.” You clarify as if it’s actually needed. Lord you’re embarrassing yourself now.

He laughs softly, chuckling at your words. Even just being able to laugh in this moment makes his desire spike through the roof, kissing along your jaw to your chin, eyes lidded as he focuses on your face. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he says between his little kisses.

He rolls his hips down, cock dragging over you. between your lower lips and coating himself in your slick, “Since..” your eyes flutter, making it difficult to speak, “since when?”

Rob’s breath hitches a little, because honestly, he isn’t sure. He wishes he could pinpoint the exact moment he became infatuated with you, but he just can’t remember.. not feeling this way. “I don’t know.. I think I’ve felt like this for a long time.” He admits, nose bumping into yours as he smiles a little.

His lips meet yours again, passionately, grinding down against you for much needed friction, one hand sliding down your stomach. “Easy.. just a little, okay?” His kisses down your neck, his fingers toying at your entrance before pushing one in, nice and slow. It makes you whine, almost delirious with arousal as he preps you, thick fingers stretching you out.

Another one for a minute, before he nudges a third but you interrupt with begging, “Please.. please.”

He knows what you’re asking for, and doesn’t want to hold out any longer. He swoops down to steal another kiss, fingers pulling out of you and spreading your slick all over his cock with a breathy groan, grinding down as he guides himself into you.

Despite what he really wants to do, he goes slow, gentle to let you ease into the stretch. And God is it a stretch. Thick, pushing in so slow it makes your toes curl and a whiny noise escape you, gasping around moans as your hands grab onto his biceps, “Oh my- God.”

You’re so fucking warm, dripping along his cock and down his balls, making his own spine tingle as his hips push flush to yours. Knees push into the bed, thighs sprawled over his lap as he grunts again, “You okay?”

All your limbs feel like jelly, heart pounding in your chest, but you nod, “Mhmm… oh my God-” You’re whimpering, nails digging into his skin. He reaches so deep, just all the right places your fingers normally don’t find, back arching.

His head tilts up to kiss you on the forehead, an intimate touch, adjusting himself before starting to move. It’s slow at first, almost torture as he drags his cock along your walls, just out to the tip and pushing flush to you again, a lewd slick noise between your bodies. He has to rest his forehead on your collarbones, growling again as he speeds up, hips smacking into yours with sharp slaps.

You’re delirious with pleasure, nuzzling against his hair, grabbing at him anywhere you can. You’re squeezing him so nicely it makes his head spin, lips peppering kisses on your skin where he can reach, a hand moving down to grab at your ass, hauling you up further into his lap, “God you feel fuckin’ good.”

The praise has your already hot cheeks reddening further, a pitiful whimper sounding from you. Your tits bounce with his hard thrusts, and he suddenly finds interest in them as he licks, tongue flattening over one of your nipples as his free hand grabs the other.

“Right there- right..nnnhah-” You can barely even speak, squealing little noises and whimpers, sweat coating your skin.

“There?” He pants, keeping that same angle and pounding into you a bit harder, before moaning your name against your skin with a curse.

Another orgasm is already right there for you, creeping up at an alarming rate, “Rob- nnngh! Rob, Rob,” your hands grab at his hair, his bicep, squeezing and gripping hard, pussy clenching around him.

“Give it, fuck, give it to me, c’mon,” he groans, suckling your nipple back into his mouth, tongue laving over the peak. His pubic bone keeps smacking on your clit with each thrust, sending you over the edge with a second orgasm.

Thighs trembling against your will, you cum, squealing a cry against the top of his head, holding on for dear life. Rob’s growling, pulling out just to spill his cum all over your pussy and stomach.

You’re beyond sensitive, even the feeling of his cum dripping down your cunt is enough to make arousal shock through you. Your nails have left red marks on his arm, panting hard as your heart pounds in your ears. You’re mindlessly kissing his shoulder, where his neck begins, because oh God you bit him as you came.

He still grinds against you, smearing cum into your skin as he shakes, your own body barely cooperating. “God..” he murmurs, nosing at your neck, “you are so..” He can’t even seem to find proper words, trailing off into another groan.

You lick over the bite mark, kissing it, eyes lidded as your body tries to calm down. Hands splaying over his back, faint red welts in spots from your nails, you turn your head to try and meet his lips in a kiss. He obliged happily, kissing back with a sigh through his nose.

It’s sloppy, slow and uncoordinated as you’re both coming down from second highs. You whimper as his hips move, pushing his cock against your entrance and he grins a little, “Sensitive, huh?”

“Oh shut u-ah!” He grinds down again, your nails pressing into his arms before one of your hands smacks at him, albeit lightly.

He chuckles, hands moving to grab your arms and lightly hold them to the bed beside your head, grinning down at you as he grinds his cock down again, head catching on your clit. Gasping out a pitiful noise, you complain again, “Rob- I ca-nngh, can’t..” your thighs involuntarily shake, parted around his hips.

He pushes right back in, slow, slick with his cum and yours in a mess that drips down your skin. The sight of you trembling under his body is too much, his heart pounding steadily. He tightens the grasp on your wrists a little, cheeky, knowing exactly what he’s doing. Your body is on fire, head tossing back uselessly, gasping and stuttering little noises as he moves in and out of your already oversensitive pussy at a slow pace. “Rob- if you.. keep, ‘m gonna..” you can’t even string words together, hands wiggling in his hold.

“Gonna what?” he grins, panting softly, thrusting just a bit faster and rolling his hips down at just the right angle. Head dipping down by your ear, he teases as he repeats, “Gonna what?”

Your lower lip wobbles as you whimper, clenching tightly around him as you try to hold back your orgasm. Your heels dig into the bed, knees bent, trembling and trying to decide whether you want to push down or pull back, “‘m too sensitive.. sto-mmm-!”

“No I don’t think I will,” he whispers, groaning a little as he moves a bit faster again. He can feel you squeezing around him, cunt rhythmically clenching with your pleasure. You can barely move, forced to take the overstimulating pleasure with whines, chest heaving.

“Rob-”

His lips find your neck, biting lightly, “*What?*”

You don’t get to answer his taunting question as you squeal out a cry, hands wiggling in his grasp as you orgasm again. It’s drawn out of you so slow, bordering on painful as your hips kick up against him. Practically crying with the intensity of it, you push your face into his neck, hands curling into fists.

“God that’s good, that’s it..” Rob growls, hips rolling down nice and slow, cock slick with your cum, “Easy..”

Your body writhes, shaking under his ministrations, “Stop, stop please I can’t..” you whine, “can’t take anymore.”

His hips slow to a halt, buried to the hilt as his lips pepper kisses along your neck, shushing softly, “Shh shh, you're fine.. let it come down naturally..”

Lidded eyes fall closed, rolling back as you pant hard. Thank God he slows down, because you feel like your nerves are made up of live wires. Every mere touch has your body jolting, giving a pathetic moan in response.

He stays still though, grinning, lips traveling up to your cheek, “Shh.. just breathe, I've got you..”

Meeting his lips for a slow kiss, only interrupted by a few whines as he finally pulls out of you. All your limbs feel like jelly, too weak to move. He keeps you close though, letting go of your wrists, petting over your cheek as he coos reassurance, “Easy..”

You pant for a few more moments before giggling breathlessly, “You’re talking to me like.. ‘m some feral animal..”

“Oh, and you’re not a feral animal?” he says teasingly, playful, “Here I thought you were the one who bit me.”

“I did no-..” You pause, looking up at him, “Shut up.”

He chuckles a laugh, laying down on his side and pulling you close to him, hand rubbing over your back, “Well I think it was very rude of you, so now you’ll have to make it up to me.”

“I think the orgasm you forced out of me made up for it.” You mutter, closing your eyes, basking in the sunlight that shines in over the bed, “Besides, you liked it.”

He laughs again, hand trailing over your skin, “Me liking it is hardly the point,” he muses. Even though you’ve had your fill, he can’t help but want more, you’re so pretty laid in front of him.

“I can not go again… I think I’ll faint,” You groan, swatting a lazy hand at his chest.

He slides his hand up to your arm, giving a light squeeze, “Just a little bit? Just for a little while?” He plays, obviously teasing.

“I’ll kick you in the nuts.”

He laughs louder and catches the hand you swat at him again, leaning down to nose at your neck, “Yeah, as if you can even move right now.”

Tilting your head away to he has room, sighing out at your eyes close again, “I can’t even feel my legs.”

“Exactly, your legs don’t work right now.” He mumbles, kissing lightly at your heated flesh, “So why don’t you let me have my fun for a while?”

“You’re a dick.” You give your own breathless laugh, shoving a hand at his bare chest.

Grinning wide, he grabs your wrist again, leaning over you more to kiss at your neck, “And you’re cute when you’re grumpy.”

Giggling again, you stretch your legs out with a groan. The sun is warm, illuminating the bed and warming your already sweaty bodies. Rolling onto your side to face him, eyes closed as you get comfy, honestly ready to go back to sleep.

Rob’s smiling down at you, bringing a hand up to pet your hair from your face, looping his other arm underneath your head as a little pillow to have you close. “Comfy?” A kiss lands on your forehead.

“Mm..” Your heart pounds in your chest for a different reason now, because you just.. had sex. You remember his sweet words, and he was so gentle.. “I really like you.” It comes blurted out before you can even think, eyes still closed and you almost grimace at how.. foreign the words feel on your tongue.

Something changes in his expression, softens, smiling down at you. “Oh do you?” He muses softly, hand tracing over your cheek, but there’s something else in his tone now.. happiness, excitement maybe? He leans in and presses another sweet kiss to your forehead, “I really like you too.”

For half a moment you were horrified of rejection, getting kicked out, but.. he returns the sentiment. Nuzzling closer, wrapping an arm over his torso, feeling at his back, you snuggle into his chest.

“This is nice..” he murmurs softly, content, one hand idly playing with your hair.

Humming in agreement, you’re nearly ready to fall asleep again. He seriously wore you out, and if you think on it too much your face will start to flush again. You aren’t worried about it much though, as you’re so drowsy you’re starting to fall back asleep.

He doesn’t move a muscle, simply enjoying the moment and affection, nuzzling against your head as he yawns himself. Within minutes, both of you are back to cat napping in the sun, ambient noise of traffic and the breeze drifting away.

—

A little while after noon if when you wake again, rolling onto your back with a slight moan, blinking. Rob’s still asleep, arm tossed over you, not wanting to lose the sensation of you or let you go even in his sleep. He mumbles a noise at the movement, but stays asleep. You can’t help but stare, admiring him. The scars on his forehead, hair loose and tucked behind his ear. You’ll have to remember to ask about his scars, how he got those two.

After everything that happened earlier, you feel a bit more confident in yourself, enough to lean up and press a gentle kiss to his lips.

That seems to wake him up slightly, eyes fluttering a little. His arm tightens around you, the other shifting under your head and looping around your back, tugging you closer as he rolls onto his back. Hauled halfway onto his chest, you giggle quietly at his mid sleep antics. Resting a palm on his chest, thin sheets tangled with your legs, you tilt up to press another kiss to his lips.

He grumbles a noise, arms tightening again as his eyes begin to flutter open, “Morning..” he mumbles groggily, tilting his head down towards you.

Smiling up at him, “It’s actually 12:30.” You inform, finger tracing circles on his skin.

He grins at your correction, eyes blinking as they come to focus. Your legs are tangled with his, finger still moving on his chest. You just admire him as he does the same to you, and you flush a bit. Afterall, you’re laid in bed with the man you’ve had a crush on for who knows how long, after we spent the night together, albeit innocently besides this morning..

“Y’know..” you mumble, eyes looking at a little mole beneath his collarbone, “I don’t.. remember having any nightmares last night.. no.. dinosaur growling around the corner..” There’s that friendly reminder that the entire point of you staying was so you’d both feel safer.

“What a coincidence..” he chuckles, shifting to pull you a bit closer, “I didn’t either. I had quite a few good dreams though,“ he grins.

That makes a small laugh sound from you, lowering your forehead onto his collarbones for a moment before lifting your head again, “Shut up you pervert.. I didn’t imagine you to be so.. pervy.”

He shakes his head slightly at your playful words, rubbing a hand over your shoulder, “Oh yeah? You didn’t realize? Maybe this big tough zoologist is a lot more perverted than you thought.” He teases in return, shifting so one of his legs is in between yours.

“Big tough zoologist,” you laugh, burying your face into his neck, giggling. “You are kinda scary sometimes, you used to really intimidate me.”

“Did I? Good.. maybe I should go back to being intimidating then.” He grins, tone playful, “Oh no, scary zoologist, I’m gonna eat you up.”

Bursting into giggles, laughing against his neck, “Shut up! It’s true! I remember when I was too nervous to even talk to you.”

“Really?” He hums, “I had no idea. So, you used to be scared of me?” His voice is playful as he asks this, squeezing you closer, “How’d you get over it?”

Keeping your head laid on his chest, cheek pressed to his skin, you shrug. “I dunno.. just. Ended up being put on more expeditions with you and each time I liked you more..” You admit, tone sheepish.

He smiles bright at the confession though, “So you were just secretly falling for me more and more?” He’s trying not to sound too happy about this, but he is.

Whining into his neck, “You’re embarrassing me.”

“Am I?” He’s clearly enjoying this. “Did you keep thinking about me back at camp?”

“Shut up I’m not talking about this.” You retort, whining some more.

Although it is kinda romantic. It reminds you of a grumpy and sunshine trope, slowly falling for each other over the course of expeditions and working together. This last trip really just.. added fuel to the fire.

“Mm..” he hums teasingly, grinning. “Oh I think you have a lot to tell me. Let me guess.. ou used to fall asleep thinking about me. Dreaming about me,” he muses, a mischievous look on his face.

“I did not! I don’t have time to listen to this.” You move to roll off of him.

He doesn’t let you though, hooking his arm around you to keep you against his front, “Uh uh, we’re not done.” He’s having way too much fun bantering with you.

“Leave me alone.” You whine, wiggling atop him.

He wraps both arms around you, grinning, “Nope. Not gonna happen,” hugging you tight, there’s a glint in his eyes, like a predator with a catch, “Besides, you have to tell me about your naughty dreams about me.”

“I did not have naughty dreams about you, you pervert. You wish.” You mutter back.

“Oh really?” He hums, rubbing his hands over your back. “So what, you just fall asleep perfectly, innocently thinking about me?”

“Mhm.” You know he’s just teasing, but you are quite embarrassed, so to distract hopefully, you tilt your head down and press an open mouthed kiss at the base of his neck.

He groans softly, head tilting back, hands tightening on you as you tongue grazes his skin. “Mm.. oh, that’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair?” You mumble innocently, slowly pressing kisses up his neck in a trail. You hand is still flat on his chest for support, eyes lidded. This is the first time you initiate something between you two, not him kissing you, but the other way around. That thought alone has him groaning again, breath hitching.

“That..” he actually sounds as if he’s whining, “stop that,” though he’s clearly enjoying himself.

Giggling against his neck, peppering some light kisses there, “‘m not doin’ nothin’.. I dunno what y’mean..”

He feels his cock stir, heat clouding his head as his hands roam over your sides. “Oh, you know exactly what you’re doing,” he murmurs.

“Do not.” You argue back, continuing the slow, sweet kisses. Suckling lightly at his skin each time, you move up to his jaw.

His eyes flutter and he hums, hands squeezing your sides more, “Mmm.. knock it off.”

So you listen, grinning, “Okay.”

He chuckles, the sound reverberating beneath you, “You know exactly how to push my buttons. Don’t do that.” He grins, still keeping you close.

“Don’t do what? This?” You ask innocently before lowering your head to his neck again, kissing. Sweet, slow, opening mouthed with your tongue licking at the base of his neck.

His jaw clenches, groaning, “Y/N.”

Giggling again, you like the warning in his tone, the playfulness to it. “Rob.”

His hands rub over the small of your back, body slightly tense with growing arousal. He mutters your name again as you keep kissing him, finding that sensitive spot over his pulse point, licking at it. “Somebody’s neck super sensitive?” You mock with a faux pout, trying not to laugh.

“My entire body is sensitive, brat.” He grunts, trying to hold back. Your actions are causing his cock to harden, aching with arousal as his hands wander down over your ass.

“Well that certainly didn’t stop you from forcing me to cum again earlier when I said I was sensitive.” You mumble playfully, nuzzling into his neck but no longer kissing.

Rob swallows, “Yeah, well, you could’ve really told me to stop.”

“I did! You pervert, you knew what you were doing.” You laugh again, wiggling ontop of him, legs falling over his hips, his cock nudging against the inside of your thigh.

He groans, hips moving almost involuntarily, holding you even closer, “Mm.. shut up.”

“You sound like me now. Don’t like being called a pervert cause it’s true?”

“Maybe.” He grins down at you, trying to hold back. The tension is rising again, playful and light though. “You know, y’keep rubbing that pussy down on me and it isn’t g’na be my fault if I just..” his hands grasp at your ass, pulling you down onto his lap more.

Whining, “I didn’t mean to! You’re holding me on you.. not my fault we’re both naked.”

“So you’re blaming me? Y’just gonna claim innocence when you’re the one grinding on me?” His hands pull you down, head of his cock nudging over your entrance as heat pools in your core.

You face flushes, demeanor changing as he grabs your flesh, eyes fluttering, “Mm- I didn’t- it was an accident..”

He groans, hips kicking up, “An accident?” he says, voice low and teasing, “If I knew accidents could be this fun I would’ve accidentally let this happen sooner.”

His cock meets your slick entrance, hands spreading over your ass and pulling you forward. Dropping your head into his neck, you whine again, “Rob.. ‘m still sensitive.”

“Oh you are, huh?” he smiles, moaning, one hand reaching down to push the pad of his finger over your hole, rubbing and feeling the warm flesh there, “Well, if you’re still sensitive, then maybe we ought to see just how sensitive you are.”

“Insatiable..” you gasp, “pervert.” A whine escapes you, back arching, thighs weak as your toes curl.

He hums, chuckling, enjoying the whimpering noises you keep making. “Mmm, we’ll just have to see how much y’can take.”

“Just.. shut up and do something.”

“Demanding little thing, hm?” His finger dips inside, pulling right back out and pushing down over your clit, coming back up, spreading your slick.

You gasp into his neck, hand grabbing on his shoulder, grinding your hips against his touch desperately, “Rob.. please.. ‘m so- sensitive.”

“Easy.. just take it.” He murmurs, fingers moving away from you to grab at his cock, head catching on your clit for a moment before he finds your entrance and starts to push in. He moves slow, and once he’s in a few inches his hand moves back to your ass with the other one, forcing you down.

A gasp escapes you, thighs shaking as you’re sat down on him fully, “Rob!”

He groans out, fingertips digging into the plush flesh of your ass, moving you back and forth, “God.. you feel..” he breathes out, “so good.”

You’re so unbearably sensitive after this morning, clit swollen, pussy sore as he slides in embarrassingly easy. Your thighs tense and then release like jello, limp atop him as he fucks you down onto him with his own strength, mumbling something incoherent against his neck. He gives another growly moan, tilting his head back. You’re useless ontop of him, whining and whimpering, the slick noise of your bodies meeting making you flush down to your neck.

He’s using you like a damn fleshlight, hands leaving red marks on your ass, his knees bending so he can fuck up into you at the same time his hands make your body move back, drawing needy noises from both of you. Your clits grinding into his pubic bone, making you tremble, slick pooling down his length and over his balls. Your hand on his shoulder tightens, grabbing onto him for support, “Rob.. Rob.. Rob..” it’s like the only word in your vocabulary is his name, whining with how rhythm.

He grits his teeth, moaning your name, bending his knees more to have leverage to bounce you back onto his cock, nose nudging against the side of your head.

“So-..” You whimper, gasping, “so rough-“ You’re practically drooling on his neck, lips parted, letting him fuck you as he pleases. His hands hold onto you so tightly you think they’ll bruise, but that only excites you more.

“Rough?” he breathlessly laughs, “You like rough? You must, you’re already fucking soaked.”

You can’t do anything but take it, no witty retort now as you flush. He goes a bit harder at that, any response you did have dying behind more moans, “Ah! Nnngh- fuck.”

“Like that?” he groans, grinning cockily, having way too much fun with you squeezing down on his cock.

Your back arches, nodding against his neck. Your hand on his shoulder digs in, nails pressing against his skin, “Like it- like it cause it’s you.” Pleasure shoots up your spine as he presses in deeper.

So fucking cute. He groans again, “You like it just because it’s me? Wouldn’t let anyone else treat you like this?”

Nodding in agreement once more, you squeal a little moan, “Yes! Yes,” you hand slides off his shoulder to his bicep, eyes rolling back as you feel how the muscle bulges under your grasp.

He notices obviously, very attentive, his own face flushed red as he pants, “You like feeling my strength, do you?”

He hits the nail on the head with that, whimpering with another nod, moaning out loud before you answer. “Yes,“ you whine again. His cock drives in deep, rough, smacking against the backs of your thighs as his one hand moves down, feeling where his cock connects to you, the skin soaked with slick.

“You like knowing I can toss you around however I want?” He plays into it, though he’ll obviously be gentle as you’re both injured. But, realistically, if it weren’t for that, he’d love to show off his strength.

“Yes-!” Instinctive tears well up in your eyes, he’s going so fast and deep, hitting just the right spots, and all you can do is babble out moans and pleas. “Rob- *mmm!” He could probably lift you up like nothing, like he did that one day. Could pin you to the wall, just hold you, flip you around, oh God..

“Is that would you’d think about?” He muses, gasping himself as his eyes flutter, “You’ve been fantasizing about everything I could do if I wanted to.”

Tears slip from your eyes, clit so overstimulated it actually hurts, so good, orgasm right there within reach. Sweat starts to coat your back, skin heating up, “Rob.. Rob!”

He groans again, slowing his hips down and that orgasm starts to fade away, making you whimper. “Sensitive little thing.. don’t worry. I’ll be gentle.”

He’s being the opposite of gentle, fucking liar, but you don’t care. Crying out, you push your ass into his hands, drooling against his neck. You don’t want him to stop, cock reaching so deep, fucking into you so good, you haven’t felt this good in.. probably ever. Tilting your head, you occupy yourself with suckling at the base of his neck.

He growls, hips speeding up again, a lewd slick smack sounding from just how wet you are, “Mm, ah fuck, stop it.”

You’re whimpering on him, suckling enough to leave a mark, eyes lidded and bleary with tears. His grasp on you will definitely bruise now, hurting in the most delicious way possible. His rhythm falters, fucking up into you hard, forcing your body back down, “Stop, stop, I’m gonna-” he grumbles, grunting, trying to hold back.

It’s too late, you remember how much he liked it earlier. Suckling, your teeth clamp down on his skin, biting as you squeal a moan. His fingers squeeze tightly into your skin, breath hitching, “Fuck, fuck-”

You can feel his body tense under your limp limbs as he uses you like a toy, and it’s all you can do to not break down into sobs from the pleasure, the pain. Drool drips onto his skin, teeth scraping flesh as you suckle at the bite to soothe it, whimpering, “Please, Rob!”

With a sudden lack of control, he fucks into you hard, grunting with each movement. He’s holding onto you so tight his own fingers hurt, breathing getting shorter. It all happens so fast. Your teeth biting into his neck sends him over the edge, hips pressing down so he can pull out, cum oozing over your abused pussy as he grinds against you, groaning your name and a curse.

His hand smacks down over your ass, cockhead nudging into your clit in such a delicious way that it sends you over the edge right after, grinding down on his soaked cock with shaking thighs.

Your heart pounds in your ears, deadweight on his body. You feel so out of breath, weak, God does your ass hurt.

His hands smooth over your back, chest heaving and moving your body up and down. He doesn’t move for a moment, just laying there with you, listening to your little whines. His brain comes back to reality, hands sliding down to soothe the sore skin of your ass.

The hand on his bicep lets go, moving down to bat at his wrist, “Hurts..”

He sighs softly, moving his hands away, “Hmmm.. sorry.”

Tucked into his neck, you babble something incoherent, trembling. His mouth opens as if he wants to say something, but instead he exhales again and just holds you, both of you coming down from the intense highs.

“I can’t feel my legs.” You moan, complaining.

Rob chuckles at that, still sounding breathless as he rubs circles over your sides, “Can’t feel your legs..” he muses. “Does your butt hurt?”

“Yes.” You grumble, “Fuckin’.. iron grip.”

“Yeah.. sorry about that.. got a little carried away..” He honestly sounds a bit embarrassed by his admission, hands moving down to smooth over your ass.

“I’m not gonna be able to sit properly for like.. three days.” You complain some more, but tilt your head to pepper a kiss on the bite mark you left.

A grin grows on his face, nuzzling into your hair, “Maybe I’ll need to punish you for biting me. Then your butt can hurt even more.”

“Such a pervert!” You push up on one arm, muscles weak, back stretching, “I need breakfast. And clothes.”

For a moment he just stares up at you, a playful smirk on his face, and he laughs again, smoothing his hands up around your front and over your tits, “Mm, I can help with that. You can borrow some of mine.”

Rolling off of him, he twists to give you a kiss on the lips before getting up and getting you a glass of water. Sat next to you, he traces circles on your arm, “Y’wanna take these bandages off and take a bath?”

Pervert.

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