#because in the time of this dream I had already rejected him when he asked me out | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

ybklix · 6 months ago

Text

the touch

PART THREE OF THE PROJECT 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ part one 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ part two ★ pairing: dom!bangchan x inexperiencedfem!reader

✦summary: Every time you and Chan meet again, you explore a new world of experiences, and this is especially true when he is very needy but shows it in his own way.

♡ genre - warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, college au, grinding, spanking, pet names (dreg too), dirty talk, teasing, clitplay, oral sex, face fucking, cum shoot, cum eating, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie, slight breeding, aftercare!

word count: 10.3k

masterlist - taglist

♡ songs: railway by bang chan / everyday by ariana grande / nothing without you by the weeknd

wen’s note: tysm for +3k notes in the first part, that’s insane i luv yaa; edit: I lost all the written smut I had to rewrite it all, I was crying (real) edit two: im vibing now lmao

Everything looked better in Chan’s mind, after he had touched you twice which each time outweighed more and more the other, he believed for a moment that he would have it all, that everything would be from then on all about your sweet smell, nice dates, more quality time and just two stupidly tender people holding hands while walking around the campus, it was perfect, so perfect to be true that in reality it never happened that way.

After he dropped you off at your apartment, after the party and you tenderly and sweetly rested in his arms like he adored and wished it would happen every day, every day became hell for him, and he wasn’t exaggerating-or maybe a little, but he needed you, now, like never before, and not just sexually, he wanted to be genuinely close to you, to hear you talk and see you smile next to him; Chan thought that after the party would be the perfect time to ask you out, so he foolishly waited for the most fitting and cute moment he would treasure forever, but that didn't happen.

You just said:

“See you soon. Thanks.”

And you leaned in to give him a quick, shy kiss on the lips that fascinated him and took him by surprise, because if he had expected it he would have taken you more passionately and tenderly in a real kiss, and you just said goodbye to him like that before walking into your apartment and leaving him rambling in the hallway. Chan had to visit his family because it was Sunday so you understood perfectly and offered to let him drop you off at your apartment, but he didn’t want to leave you alone and if it were up to him he would already take you to meet his parents, he was feeling kind of intense with you, truly believing there was a huge fire between you, but decided to give you your space since you wanted to relax after your first club experience. Chan couldn’t believe that maybe it was your first experience at all and he was giving it to you, it was driving him crazy. You talked by text, but he refused to ask you out via text having the opportunity to tell you in person while seeing your sweet face. But did he really have that chance?

Unfortunately that see you soon wasn’t so soon. Chan was losing his mind, the first week he took it lightly, he had forgotten one thing you were very serious about, weeks of exams and heavier work, so he understood your aloofness, every time he approached you after class was over it was the same. “Oh, I’ll go study with Sam, do you want to come?” “I’ll be busy studying,” “I have a project due.”

Chan would reject the offer to go with your friends because he felt shy. He wished that somehow it could just be him and you, together. But he finally got up the courage to meet your friend, and one thing he noticed was that you really took college seriously. You ended up exhausted and quiet, and he could only see you and have you from afar because, due to his bad luck, he never found time alone with you.

He was fine. He was trying to convince himself of that, that soon you could be together and he would not distract you in something he knows is very important for you just because of his silly dream of living a romance with you, of being able to kiss you and touch you, he was not a high school kid anymore, he understood perfectly that both of you were studying your professional career for your future.

But weeks went by and he was getting crazy and tedious, he needed you, it was enough just to try you twice, now you were a drug for him and he couldn't do anything, he couldn’t take you by the arm and take you to a place alone, separating you from your friend because he wanted to look like the sweet boy who was worth it when she was around.

At first it was sweet, when he sat next to you to supposedly study but didn’t memorize a single term for thinking about you, Chan would play with his pencil, watching you deftly type on your laptop and gently rub the bridge of your nose freeing them for a few seconds from the grip of your glasses, while he imagined a lot of cheesy things, like those married couples who usually say they met in college, taking you shopping, walking on the beach with you, to take your mind off all the work you were doing and de-stress a little.

However, something in him changed slightly, his looks were heavier and more penetrating, almost eating you with his eyes because it was evident that you were awakening even his greatest fantasies. He wondered how you didn't notice.

You were doing so well, you were so focused on your studies that sometimes you forgot the presence of those around you, that you almost forgot Chan. After that encounter you didn’t know what the next move was, you were a little scared so one of the perfect excuses was to always be busy, when in reality you cared so much about having so little experience. On the lonely nights, you wondered what if he wanted more -which you also wanted so badly- but he caught you being once again inexperienced, so besides physics you tried to study the great world of sex, reading and watching on the internet the perfect techniques, feeling insecure that maybe another college girl had already given him the best oral sex of his life and you were still scared.

Not only were the heavy and hectic exam weeks approaching, but Chan was starting to get busier with his soccer training so it wasn’t now possible to see you as often, even though he was losing his mind, you both had to get on with your lives.

Chan was so desperate, that like a man in distress, he asked for advice from one of his best friends who he knew would take him seriously on the matter of being genuinely interested in you.

“You fucked her and you haven’t asked her out on a date? Fuck off man, maybe she’ll think you definitely didn’t take her seriously.”

“Okay, you were supposed to help me Changbin, what the fuck was that?”

“I’m just telling the truth. Why did you wait so long? Even a simple dinner after your study sessions or something.”

“But I want it to be cuter and more perfect than that, plus I still keep her close and text her every day, she should know I’m serious.”

His friend softly shook his head.

“And why do you keep your distance, huh? Even the smallest, most improvised thing will be the most romantic thing when there’s something between you, stop being controlling for a moment.”

Chan laughed softly, continuing his walk around the campus.

“Seo Changbin, quite the romantic” Chan joked looking at him with a mischievous smile, “Since when are you an expert? Last I heard you are absolutely bitchless.”

Changbin raised his shoulders first feeling a compliment and then an attack, “Hey! fuck you, man, I’ll make my move with Chaeryeong soon, I swear” he joked, taking a drink of his water and suddenly pointing to the front. “Hey, isn’t that Y/n?” Chan looked at once to where his friend pointed, “Who’s she with?”

Chan’s smile collapsed in seconds and his mature ideology of leaving you and giving you your space ended when he saw you in the distance smiling shyly at a boy as you both sat on the grass under a tree.

“I’ll go talk to her. I’ll see you back at the house” Chan coldly warned Changbin to approach you without taking his eyes off you for a second.

Chan’s thoughts began to cloud over… why was a guy out of nowhere approaching you? Almost a month of not being able to be alone with you because you were creating excuses of which didn’t discourage him for a moment because Chan felt and saw in you that you still wanted to have him around… for a stranger to be sweetly sitting next to you as if you were about to have a nice picnic. Please be a gay guy, Chan thought internally.

You both immediately felt Chan’s presence in front of you, you felt something tender and sweet knowing it was him, you smiled being happy to see him…. but it was inevitable not to see him completely from that angle, you were sitting on the floor and he was in front of you, wearing comfortable and sporty clothes, from head to toe, every garment was black, sneakers, socks, his shorts and his black sleeveless shirt tight to his muscular body, his arms looked more toned, with his visible veins and his pale shoulders and neck shined slightly covered in his sweat; his big pectorals stood out as he had across his body his backpack. You tried to hide with a tender smile how incredibly turned on you were getting watching him from below with his perfect body and handsome sweaty face. You knew his schedule perfectly, he had just left the gym.

“Hey, Chan.”

“Hey,” he waved his hand in a fake high-pitched tone, “I was already on my way home so I was passing by the campus but I saw you.”

You let out a nervous giggle, quickly glancing back at his body, he looked so good. He put his hands on his hips and you appreciated his arms and fingers more…. his long veiny fingers, you needed him all of a sudden, watching porn at night trying to study a little about sex, which you knew wasn’t the most viable and the most true, it only made you arouse your sexual desire more, and more towards Chan, one of the best-looking guys in college and you could have him to yourself, you hadn’t been touched in weeks, you hadn’t had a nice interaction with him in a while, you needed him and missed him, you thought about it all the time but seeing him just like this unleashed in you a voracious appetite to have him.

“Ah, you just got out of the gym, right?”

He nodded, “And Sam?”

“Ah, she’s not here because I’m on my tutoring time.”

Chan ran his tongue along his cavity, annoyed. Thinking it was unbelievable that every time he was with you your friend was there but just now she was letting you have alone time but with another guy.

“Oh, I see. We haven’t met… I’m Bang Chan, by the way,” Chan addressed the guy to the side of you.

Chan got angrier that he couldn’t say anything else, that he couldn’t assert authority by introducing himself since there was nothing else to say, you and him were still friends and he couldn’t claim you as his girlfriend. He was jealous. Besides that the guy was an attractive guy, with straight black hair, a manly young face, pretty eyes, and a pronounced cute nose.

“Yang Jeongin.”

Jeongin watched Chan, intimidated and was surprised to see the confidence in which a very popular guy in a fraternity would approach you as he never believed you had that kind of friendships, he thought you were a pretty, sweet and tender girl studying physics, shy and nerdy.

“Oh, he’s a year younger than us, I’m teaching him a little.”

“Outside, like having a picnic? Why not in the study hall?” interrupted Chan, obviously annoyed.

His tone of voice shook you, he looked so attractive when it was obvious he was jealous. It was obvious that the two of you wanted each other intensely, why wait so long to meet again?

“Jeongin suggested lying in the grass for a bit, breathe some air…” you said somewhat shyly, looking into his dark, narrowed eyes.

You needed to touch that grass, how horny you were getting just looking at him wasn’t healthy. You wanted his cock in your mouth, you thought it must feel so good there.

“Oh, so you do whatever Jeongin suggests now?” he mumbled to himself, “I’ll see you later, okay? Don’t go home so late and anything, call me, please. Let me know when you’re home.”

Chan gave you a tender smile and delicately untangled your hair by passing it amicably over your head. You turned your head to watch him leave and hoped he wasn’t angry… besides one thing he would do would be to stay with you until Jeongin left. You sighed, you needed him and that friendly gesture only confused you more.

[…]

And without realizing it, time passed incredibly fast. A month had passed since the last time Chan had touched you, the last time the two of you shared something as intimate as a kiss or a hug. You were coping well, as you remembered him when you came home tired to your apartment and faintly thought about him until you fell asleep, but he was getting more and more desperate, he was finally dying to talk to you but somehow you were appearing less and less in his life.

You were still tutoring Jeongin two days a week - and earning money for it. Still Chan kept a close eye on him, as it was obvious that the boy was showing signs of a crush on you.

And you knew exactly that it had been a month because you were so preciously treasuring the date when you finally had sex. So for the first time you got a little distracted from class and saw him in the distance, his manly presence and beautifully sculpted side profile, you bit your lip, thinking that you should be the one to approach him now because you needed him and you couldn’t wait any longer.

When the class was over you wanted to go after him right away with no plan other than to talk to him, but he had already gone ahead in leaving the place, losing sight of him and leaving you with a strange feeling. Still, that didn’t discourage you, you would go looking for him later, so you had a plan. Finally the afternoon came, you knew the time when he finished his soccer practice, so you decided to surprise him by showing up there.

You felt strange, alone near the bleachers in the soccer field area, you bit your lip looking for Chan, and doubted if it would have been better to send him a message to know if he would be there.

Chan was just finishing his practice when he spotted you in the distance, a huge smile forming on his face. You felt strange, like all the little things you didn't experience in high school you were doing it now, like waiting for the cute guy after his soccer practice, but it was a thousand times better, at least now because the heavy projects, exams, and stressful life of a college student is not ideal, but it was better because you were both adults, Chan was all man who knew exactly what to do and the best part, you lived all alone, you had all the autonomy of your place, so that was exactly your plan, to invite him to your apartment to have some alone time again.

You saw him approach you and for a second you never thought you would be that kind of girl… but you were for Chan and it was worth it, he was cute with you by message and in real life.

“Hey there” Chan greeted you, surprising you and putting you in a good mood.

Once again, he was slightly drenched in sweat, making you nervous at how good he looked even like that, with his forehead vein popping. He was pleased and surprised to see you there, you wore a tender smile and shy presence so he deduced that it was a good thing, that the idea made him blush.

“Hey, Chan… what are you doing tomorrow?”

He was slightly out of breath, “You came all this way to find out?” he played a little, “Tomorrow? I’ll have the game, you have to come, remember?” he said without thinking and then he read your expression and how your slight intentions were off, so now he said more concerned, “Oh, but why? What's wrong?”

He suddenly feared that he had made a mistake, for the first time you showed up there near his space and he was not available, Chan reproached himself for his answer, but it was true that he could not miss the game, but if it was that you wanted to see him then he could dedicate the day before and after the event to you.

You didn’t want it to end like that, not all of a sudden, just resigning yourself. After all, you and Chan needed a very good reward for all the time you didn’t get to spend together, feeling each other’s touch, it was time to help each other and release the stress of the frustrating past weeks.

“Ah, yes yes yes. The game, I’ll be there. And what are you doing today…? Do you want to see a movie, have dinner, and stay at my place?” you mentioned the last sentence looking him in the eyes and almost seductively whispering the invitation.

It was Friday. For the first time, you postponed a project, all to spend more time with him. Chan raised his eyebrows and his smile widened. Wanting to think that there was a hidden message there and he just deciphered it. He was going to have you tonight and every hair on him rose in excitement.

“Aw… you’re inviting me to a sleepover?” he played, flirtatiously, slowly moving closer to you.

You nodded, shyly, “But bring your pajamas.”

He snickered.

“I will,” he replied, taking you after so long, by your waist, raising Chan's mood inexplicably at finally having you close, “Do you want me to pick up dinner when I go?”

He didn’t even know what he was talking about, he just wanted to have excuses to create time and hold your waist longer.

You shook your head, “No, let’s order when you’re at my place” you whispered, lost in him, you wanted to kiss him, so, so, so bad.

“It’s okay. How about if,” Chan checked his Apple watch for a second, “I get to your house at 7? I’ll go take a shower and be on my way.”

You nodded, humming in approval.

“Okay, baby… I see you, then” he whispered to you, both of you without the slightest intention of separating and creating tension.

But you played with him a little, waving goodbye and breaking the tension, you'd be about to see him.

For him, every second together, even with people around, was special, and he treasured it. But nothing compared to finally having your alone time, just you and him and whatever the night brings.

[…]

You were almost wandering around your apartment, thinking that everything is in order and you just kept wandering with uncertainty if what you had planned would work out or if it was a good thing to do, you looked down at your outfit, biting your lips a little nervously and before you could change your mind absolutely, the loud knock on your door almost startled you. Yes, you had given Chan absolute access to your apartment and yes, your plan was to act a little differently.

You mentally braced yourself before opening the door and just as you grabbed for your doorknob, you felt a little itch on the bridge of your nose, completely remembering that you were still wearing your glasses with your whole face with makeup on, you were supposed to wear your contacts but you were so used to the feeling of glasses in your eyes that you sometimes forgot they were there.

Finally, you opened it, leaving Chan breathless just like the last time, a little over a month ago, when he saw you wearing that tight black dress exactly standing behind your door frame, but this time you were wearing a tight and cute pink corset with a tight and tiny miniskirt and, your dirty little secret, was that you weren’t wearing anything underneath this one.

“Wow, you look… beautiful. What’s the occasion? Were you expecting us to go out somewhere?” he spoke, engrossed, looking you up and down.

You looked at Chan, you had no words to describe how much you liked him and how great he looked.

“Not really… I just wanted to dress like this” you replied letting it go, “Do you like it? Make yourself comfortable, do you want anything?”

“I love it” he replied, licking his lips and taking shy steps to the couch in your living room, “Mmm… a coke, it’s okay if you have any or just water.”

Chan left his bag in your foyer. You blushed. You could see his face and hear his soft tone perfectly as he complimented you. Chan almost trembled in nervousness. Seeing you like that just made him shy somehow. Finally being alone, not having touched you, and seeing you wearing something so sexy and provocative that he wasn’t even remotely used to seeing you wear didn’t help him much. He was getting more and more unhinged, but he had to play it cool.

He followed your walk to the kitchen with his gaze, looking slightly cheeky at your silhouette until he lost sight of you and he came across something so dazzling that he let out a soft sigh, the small sight of your bare bottom that barely covered that skirt as you swayed your hips. Chan stretched his arms out towards the couch, licking his lips again this time biting his tongue a little and returning his gaze to the front… thinking that seeing you like this could only have one reason - or at least he was looking forward to it - you were looking to seduce him that night, you were looking for his touch and for more sweet sex after so much; plus his dirty, dark thoughts were triggered by visualizing the image of you wearing tiny panties, a thong, or not wearing anything… or why your ass was exquisitely exposed, at least a small part of it. Chan loved it, loved the little seconds he saw of your ass that drove him crazy, he wanted to aggressively squeeze your skin with passion, making it red.

While you were only focused on one thing, act bolder, bolder, bolder, you wanted to drop the shyness for once and for all, you wanted to take Chan and have him do it too, you wanted to feel that spark between the two of you again and have him give you constant affirmation that what you feel is mutual and exclusive, you wanted him for yourself, you couldn’t take it anymore.

Walking without your panties on and approaching him to initiate something obviously more risqué, hot and sexual, was one of the bold moves you could think of, besides putting on a tight top that accentuated your figure, you wanted to be obvious, but none too much, but you hoped he would understand within seconds. You felt your folds slightly damp with every step you took and it was all thanks to Chan, who looked exquisite in his jeans, white shirt and thin denim jacket.

You bit your lip and gently plopped down on your couch dangerously close to him, handed him the can drink and turned your body, leaning your arm on the couch back and your bare thighs brushing against his, almost with your knees on top of them.

“So… any chance you can win the game tomorrow?” you commented somewhat amused to break the silence and the obvious sexual tension.

Chan’s gaze traveled from your thighs to your notorious chest through the corset to come to a fixed point on your face, killing him with tenderness as your radiant, sweet face, still wearing your glasses, made you look like a tender, sexy smart girl, which he was sure couldn’t be more true.

“Of course, we will win! Why do you say that? Hey, you’ll be there” he jokingly replied.

You laughed softly and watched his long fingers open the can, holding it up to take a sip of his soda. His strong neck—you needed him.

“Mmm… it’s just that we haven’t seen each other in so long," you added somewhat detachedly, engrossed in Chan. “well, we’ve seen each other often, but I guess it wasn’t the same, you know?”

Chan pressed his lips together, wiping any trace of the fizzy drink from his lips, and stared at you, his right hand held the can and with the fingertips of his other hand he began to gently trace random shapes on your thigh, delighting himself with your smooth texture.

“I understand perfectly…. we haven’t had this time alone, but all because of exam week, I know. How did it go, sweetheart?” he whispered, almost breathless and beginning to seduce you with every part of him, his voice, his gaze, everything.

You let yourself be carried away seconds by his touch before responding the same way he did.

“Ah, you know, I’ve been doing well, but it’s kind of stressful.”

“Don’t push yourself too hard, honey…”

You blushed again, more so when he spoke to you like that, seductively but with slight concern, over all.

“I know” you continued speaking softly, tilting your head and looking into his dark brown eyes. “But I need the scholarship, living alone near the college area is expensive.”

Chan gave you a half smile, slowly bringing his fine brushes up.

“Aw, baby, that thing about you not having a roommate doesn’t sit well with me. Let me be your roommate…”

You laughed, “You’re crazy” you lifted your arm to play a little with his jacket on his shoulder. “I’d love to, but my dad would kill me, plus you have to give up your fraternity, aren’t you the leader and you have a pact or something?”

He smiled and set the can down on the coffee table.

“Would you like me to live with you?” you nodded not thinking clearly, just thinking that having him around every day would be a dream. “So…? I can quit, they’ll put Hyunjin in my place” he played a little, still taking full advantage of the tension created.

You made an amused expression.

“Hyunjin? He’s not frat boy material, he’ll die on day one.”

The distance was getting closer and closer between the two of you, and you could feel the breathing of both. Chan ran his tongue around the inside of his lips in amusement.

“Huh, what does that mean? That I’m just a frat boy to you?”

You looked at him for a few seconds that seemed long, you analyzed every part of his face and being inches away from each other didn’t help anything but create more tension. You knew he was only joking with you, still, you replied seriously as you were seriously admiring him.

“No… of course you’re not just that. You’re much more than that… I’m sorry… that I’ve strayed a bit…”

He sighed, losing his sanity with every passing second, turned his body a little and put his arm gently over yours to play with your loose hair.

“It’s okay, I understand, honey, college is very important for you.”

But so was he and you couldn’t believe you completely brushed him aside. It was your time to remedy that.

“So... how about you, how were the exam weeks?”

“Good,” he replied simply. “Tired, stressful. I may need a little help for the next exams.”

Now he dropped his hand all the way down to your thigh, stroking it almost to your area, putting it under your tiny garment and squeezing your skin.

You both couldn’t stand it a second longer.

It was your chance to step up and act bolder.

“Mmm... you know I can help you...”

You whispered, his gentle hand squeezing your thigh and seeking even deeper into your sensitive spot. But in one deft movement, you sat gently on his lap, surprising him completely. Chan watched your expression, still with a hint of shyness on your characteristically tender face... but he noticed that there was something completely noticeably different about you, a soft, mischievous smile, beautifully heavy breathing and a lustful gaze begging for more and more.

When his confusion vanished from him, a smile formed and he enjoyed the weight of your body on his lap and began to caress your body.

“Of course, you know how to help me. Smart girl” he murmured close to your lips.

You felt his fresh breath and his big hands run over your waist all the way down to your thighs.

He knew then that you were the mastermind of this little plan, of summoning him there, of dressing provocatively to drive him crazy and of being the one to approach him. He loved it, found it adorable and so damn hot he was still softly hard.

“I missed you, hun” he whispered, taking you by the chin.

You smiled at him and enjoyed every second of what you anticipated the obvious that your heart began to race.

You thought a soft ‘me too’ but couldn’t say it out loud and just leaned in to kiss him.

Chan was surprised each time but accepted it and received your lips sweetly. Finally, after so long, you were enjoying each other.

Your lips met softly, in a delicate act of delighting in the sensation and movements of each other’s mouth, as if you were trying to remember every particle of that soft and delicate muscle. You adored Chan’s lips and kisses. You loved having him close, as did he, in which he enjoyed the warmth of your body on his and your velvety lips painted in soft lipstick.

Chan held your face and squeezed your thigh letting himself go, lost in the sensation of something he longed for and desired so much.

Your hands also went to his face, letting your fingers rest on his soft jaw that moved as he kissed you.

And being out of breath, you parted only short seconds, almost nonexistent centimeters only for you to whisper between his lips in amusement:

“This is the kind of help you need?”

Chan laughed softly, squeezed your thigh tighter, and moved further across to take your lips again, this time faster, frantic and desperate, his restless tongue struggling to find yours, his soft, fluffy lips sensually sucking at your mouth, you kept pace with him and you both released that deep frustration in your being, the abstinence, and desperation for both of you.

You both needed each other, the connection was irremediable. You were making him more and more excited and for you, having his strong and big body close to yours was making you crazy, his hands on you, his nose bumping against your face, your glasses slipping off, you were getting that aching and throbbing sensation in your sensitive clit that only Chan could achieve in you, your folds were wet, sticky, you were making a mess with only his passionate kisses.

It was inevitable for Chan not to start getting completely hard as he was feeling the intensity with which you were responding to him and he was understanding perfectly the situation that you both would let something sexual happen. You, on the other hand, felt his erection bump against your ass as you were sitting right on top of him, you wanted him so badly that almost by reflex you began to move gently to feel his hard cock between the denim of his jeans, causing a soft gasp to come from his lips in between the kiss. Chan continued to stroke your thigh until he reached under your tiny skirt looking to play with your panties, but to his surprise, he found the fine touch of only your skin, you were not wearing panties and the thought made his cock throb.

“Mmm, fuck baby, you’re not wearing panties” he murmured sultrily between your lips, finding a way to abruptly spread your legs apart to pinch and rub your clit. “Like you’re getting your little pussy ready for me to play with.”

You blushed and yet you didn’t stop moving gently on him, you parted but were still with your faces pressed together, feeling each other’s agitated breathing, Chan bit his lip, running his fingers over your soft vaginal lips, letting them enfold your wetness without abandoning the tantalizing movements on your clit with his thumb.

You were so aroused, moaning softly at finally being touched in your much-needed area, you turned your face letting your cheek brush against his nose, and admired his strong veiny arm getting lost in your core; you were flailing and increasingly making a mess but you wanted to act bolder, you wanted to make up for all the times you couldn’t do it and felt you were pushing him away, so you wanted to be the one to take a little initiative and not get completely carried away with something Chan was starting.

“Ch-chan, I want to make you feel good…” you whimpered.

“And you do honey, don’t you? I love playing with your pussy” he whispered in your ear, this time with his fingertips superficially teasing your entrance. “Don’t you like it? God, you’re so fucking wet already.”

“Yes-yes, I do like it.”

“You’ve been stressed, let me take care of you, sweetie.”

Chan was beginning to tease you, his fingers not fully entering all the way to your sweet spot, his thumb tantalizing your clit, you were hopelessly desperate for something stronger, but you didn’t want him to do all the work.

You turned to see him again, his face was focused, his gaze dark and bright with desire; this was your chance, you had to act and stop being shy, do exactly what you wanted and what you wanted was also to provoke him a little. You smiled at him shyly but mischievously, you stirred and found a way to get out of his touch to quickly turn your body, turning your back to him, you held onto his knees and with your red face covered in slight embarrassment but lost in sexual desire, you began to move your hips, slowly and sensually over his crotch. Chan was completely surprised, but he let himself go, realizing your little attempts driving him crazy. Something in him was starting to take over, he found it so hot but tender the way you were surprising him more and more, and suddenly the immense and incredible desire to possess your body, to have you panting and exhausted asking for more.

Chan caressed your back, enjoying the pornographic sight of having your appetizing ass, half-visible through your short skirt, grinding on his cock; he bit his lip and in a desperate move roughly lifted your entire skirt to leave visible your ass and a small part of your exposed labia brushing against the rough denim of his jeans. You gasped, shaking your head and getting impatient, the rough fabric put a tingle in your core and every inch of you that was hard to breathe, you felt the stays of your corset tighten your skin, you longed to fuck him all at once.

“Aw, baby girl’s putting on a show, look at you, like a big girl, fuck, yes, keep doing it, baby” Chan moaned smugly with a rough voice and a cocky grin on his face that you couldn’t appreciate, ”You want to make me cum like this, don’t you, baby doll?”

You didn’t answer, your mind was occupied with the friction in your pussy that lightly battered your core. Your body burned with pleasure and slight embarrassment, you were adjusting to this new version of you but it was comforting to hear Chan's soft gasps and grunts indicating he was enjoying it. Grinding, a tiny lap dance, it was all new to you but you were making your mess in his cloth, pressing your pussy hard on him, managing to stimulate yourself more and more as Chan was having the fucking time of his life. He pulled his hands away from you for a second and watched your hips and ass move, fantasizing about having your pussy around his cock and you riding him exactly with that delicious sequence of movements.

Chan caressed your ass, going to his mind how beautiful it looked, so docile and submissive going in back and forth over his crotch, he squeezed your skin and the incredible desire to dominate you came back to him, like a strong, desperate charge in him. Chan held your hips tightly, lifting your body and forcing you to stop.

“Stay still” he ordered in his harsh voice, he delicately ran a finger between your folds drawing a sigh from you and began to caress your buttocks, “Your skin is so soft, princess…” he squeezed your ass, ”I love your ass, it's so cute… and easy to mark….. I know you're a good girl and can take them all.”

And unexpectedly, your first spanking, made you squeal and flinch in shock.

“You like it don't you, huh? Who knew that the smartest little girl of the class is actually a little whore who enjoys being spanked.”

And Chan continued, spanking you 10 times in all, fascinated with the idea of being the only one who could fucked you up like that, from the sight of your red ass with his hand imprinted on your skin. You whimpered in pain and pleasure, clutching at his knees, you couldn't even stop him, you had loved it, your whimpers and the sound of your skin being pounded filling your apartment, but your ass burned in pain, each spanking had been more intense than the other that you began to tear up slightly, almost like your pussy, wetting the inside of your thighs.

Chan grabbed your hips again, pulling you roughly against his lap again, you moaned at the friction on your ass. You whimpered a soft fuck.

“Keep grinding my cock, baby girl, give me a little show with your beautiful red ass.”

You kept doing it, not sure who could cum first, you wanted to but you were only overstimulating yourself and making your labia more sensitive with the constant friction. You adjusted your glasses and thought about how desperately you needed him so in one swift movement you turned your body, bringing your hands to the buttons of his pants, taking him by surprise.

“What are you doing, princess? Who let you boss yourself around?”

You looked into his eyes and he managed to intimidate you, something about him was so different from the last few times you'd done it, he was making you nervously excited, making your legs tremble. Chan leaned his body, getting closer to you and a smug smile formed on his face as your eyes looked shiny, your cheeks red and your makeup a little messed up. Messed up just how he wanted to have you tonight. You stood still, your hands in the waistband of his jeans; you swallowed nervously and with some embarrassment, you wanted to express your whole truth:

“I want to… feel you” you said in a trembling voice and retracted in seconds, remembering that you were going to leave your shyness behind, “I need you, Chan. I want to feel your cock, I want to fuck you.”

You sounded not needy but sincere and excited, your voice deepening, surprising your lover. Chan bit his lip, never believing you would say that sort of thing, as if the words cock and fuck were taboo coming out of your mouth, dirty and improper; his cock throbbed hard again, finding your dark lustful gaze behind your glasses fucking hot, making him uncontrollably horny to hear you talk like that no matter how immature it sounded… you were his sweet, tender, studious girl, now talking about how much you wanted his cock. It was one of his dirty dreams.

“Then come and get exactly what you want like a bad girl getting away with it.”

You blinked somewhat uncertainly, but with a mischievous smile you pulled down his pants and underwear with a little of his help until they were down to his calves. Your eyes sparkled at the sight of his well-erect cock, twitching as if it had a life of its own, you were scared and excited, thinking it even looked bigger since the last time you fucked. Chan groaned, feeling the release of his aching cock and the sound of him made you look into his eyes, his perfect slitted eyes radiating desire and his countenance and complexion exuding dominance and control. Before you could act, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back onto his lap.

“Make you cum on my cock, princess” his cock lightly pressed against his abdomen, throbbing in pleasure, you looked up at him, accepting your fate and thinking you were going to fuck him like that so you took his length, settling him at your entrance, but he stopped you, “Not like that, not yet, grind on it until you cum like the little slut you're behaving.”

You watched him from the arc of your glasses and positioned his thick cock between your folds, filling them completely, finally bringing the two warm sexes together which caused more than one sigh from both of you.

“Oh Chan” you whimpered and held onto his strong, broad shoulders.

You felt his length on your slick labia, opening your folds wide and rubbing your clit, grinding your wet sex hard against his until you felt every pulsation, it felt so good sliding in that you were making a mess again, this time you were more breathless, panting and feeling your orgasm close. You were eager, agitated and beginning to see stars; you looked down, your pussy hugging his veiny cock, playing with the sensitivity of his skin, his handsome manly face in pleasure as he babbled leaning back on the couch, his hands were on your hips, and you closed your eyes every now and then pushing yourself over the edge.

“Aw, baby, come on, you're going to cum on my cock? Do you like it? Tell me when you're about to cum.”

You gasped loudly in response, it was more than obvious, that what started as slow, sensual movements enjoying every second of the act turned into something faster, frantic, and desperate, looking for the release of your orgasm. Chan felt close as you began to move rapidly into him.

“Ch-channie, I'm about to, to… ah.”

“C'mon you can do it, hun, fuck, I'm close too.”

You panted, burying your hands in his shoulders, sighing heavily until you puffed out your chest and pressed them against your tight corset, when then you felt the intense release that made you embrace him, breathing in his scent as your lower half reacted violently making a mess and twitching its muscles in desperation. Chan cum almost at the same time as you did, making it filthy poetic, covering your folds and your couch in his semen, you experienced his restless cock collapsing in you and Chan cursing as he painfully felt each release spurting out of him after he had held it long enough.

You were both agitated, you were recovering but you were sure that your night was not going to end there. While you were still with your body leaning on his, Chan suddenly unzipped your corset, you pulled away from him to look at him and he was already sliding the garment down your arms to remove it and you let him do it, leaving you with your hard nipples and bare breast. He bit his lower lip beginning to caress them again entering your endless cycle of pleasure, it had been so long without having each other that you were both aware that your first orgasm was just almost a little warm-up, but you were so aroused by the intensity of it even though it wasn't the main act. Chan leaned close to your ear, whispering:

“Stand up, now.”

Tired, you obeyed him without a second thought, Chan did the same; you smiled happily at him, finding him adorable, despite being in the dirty act, his countenance and the fact that you were together enjoying each other was lovely, so you impulsively sought his lips, wanting to feel him again, you did so for a few short seconds but he didn't follow your act and instead surprised you with his hand on the back of your neck tugging your hair slightly to pull you away from him.

“You think I haven't noticed how much of a whore you've been acting… from the moment I got here… walking around with no underwear on… I think you've been a very, very bad girl.”

You watched him, his arm holding your hair looked so appealing and his kind of behavior excited every part of you, as if he wanted to assert authority and you were about to give in completely. You liked this Chan and you were just hoping for more intense sex by continuing to be treated like this.

“I just… wanted to stop being shy, like you said. Being a bad girl is asking for your cock?” you played, looking at him with big, bright eyes in false innocence.

His cock throbbed again, you were hitting him right in his most sensitive spot, your sweet naivety and innocence, it was obvious now you wanted to experience something harder and he was about to give it to you.

“I hope you know how bad girls are treated, provocative little sluts like you… they are treated for exactly what they are. On your knees now.”

Chan had fantasized about his cock in your mouth so many times that today was the perfect occasion when you were both needy and open to so many things because of the abstinence you had. Just when it was obvious you wanted to be used and he couldn't miss the opportunity.

You played with his shirt before getting on your knees, indicating that you wanted him to remove his clothes and he understood your subtle message, taking off his jacket and shirt, leaving you drooling at the sight of his muscular abdomen and erect cock in front of your face once you were on your knees. Your heart pounded.

“Take it all, little slut, use it like you know how, I want to fill your whole mouth with me” Chan moaned, watching you from above, taking your hair in a fist.

You had stopped being brave for a second and rose to look at him as you held his erection. He read your docile expression, your bright eyes in a gaze he knew well and adored with a mad passion, your look of uncertainty and innocence.

“Take it, baby girl, use your mouth and hands. You'll do fine.”

Chan smiled, grabbing his erection and running it down your cheek and around your lips. You stuck out your tongue, tasting his pink glans, running your tongue around his opening to taste every drop of his previous cum and his oozing pre cum, as if you were scooping a delicious ice cream. His taste and sensation filled every inch of you and with a little more confidence, you licked his entire warm, pulsating, wet length, still having room to feel him between your hands and stroke his cock. You were so excited and thrilled to explore absolutely everything about oral sex that you did your best to wrap your lips over his member to have absolutely the whole experience, you licked and licked, following his veins around it, reveling in the pulsing sensation of his needy sex and the gasps of an also needy Chan.

“That's right, baby, you're doing great, fu-fuck, play with my balls a little too” Chan whimpered.

Your ears twitched, almost thinking, oh, I'd forgotten and your hands massaged his sensitive soft testicles, not sure what you were doing but you licked them a little as you'd seen it was something that could be done, earning you from Chan a muffled moan and throwing his head back.

“Fuck, you're a naughty girl. Now put it in your mouth, come on, baby girl. Open your mouth.”

You salivated at his thick, raspy voice and did just as he commanded, his length filling your cavity and rubbing against the inside of your cheeks. You gasped with your mouth full, it felt so good in a way. In and out of you, enveloping your tongue and lips. Chan watched you, your gaze behind those glasses, your delicate mouth filled with his member were taking him to heaven, like never before, in a way it looked so dirty coming from you, on your knees with your breasts exposed and your mouth drooling and hands occupied with his big cock, Chan wanted to treasure the moment forever, besides the sensation that rocked the deepest in him, it was the best oral sex he had ever had and all because it was you giving it to him. You held onto his thighs, caressed his pubic skin and brought your hand up to touch his abs a little. Chan guided you gently, pushing your head and you found the perfect rhythm, bobbing your head, it was hot the first few moments, but desperately hot the next, your nose and eyes started to get sensitive, your jaw ached but it was worth every second.

Chan loved the slight imperfection of your act, but stopped being soft and tender as he said to you:

“I'm going to fuck your throat until it hurts to talk, baby girl.”

He started thrusting, you didn't even get a chance to whine fighting that it was too big, when he answered himself.

“You can take it, you can do it-fuck.”

His erection was reaching further and further down your throat, it brushed your uvula and for a second you felt embarrassed for your gag reflex but he continued to thrust until he reached a point you didn't think possible in your throat. You watched him, your eyes begging for mercy but he took no pity on you and began to fuck your throat and mouth, ramming you until you were sore. You squeezed your legs together, feeling your fluids slipping from how uncontrollably aroused you were. It felt so good, so wrong, your poor mouth being abused your first time. Chan grunted and whimpered, turning him on the image of you struggling with his big cock.

“Fuck, you're taking it so good. I'm about to cum” a high pitched moan escaped his lips, “Yes, yes-yes-yes- fuck” he began to babble.

Tears began to flow out of you again… thinking if it was that desperate and hot your pussy felt on its own. You could taste his orgasm, his pumping cock getting closer and closer until he cummed in your mouth, choking you a little once again. Chan grunted loudly, putting his head back and returned to pull his cock out of your mouth and messily left shots of his cum on your face. You took a deep breath and not knowing what exactly to do you swallowed heavily his cum and smiled proudly.

“Fuck, baby girl, did you swallow it? Good girl. Look at you.”

Chan stroked your already tousled hair, pushing the stuck hair away from your forehead by your light layer of released sweat. He took his cock in his other hand and kept rubbing it on your face, proud to have left you in such a state. Needy, messed up with cum on your sweet face.

“Good girl. Come here, sit on the couch, it's your turn.”

You nodded and obeyed him with a silly, deluded smile on your face, you were happy to please him and felt the night had no end. Chan now undressed himself, freeing himself of his jeans and underwear and got down on his knees in front of you, he removed your skirt, leaving you vulnerable and naked, for the first time in front of him.

“You are beautiful. I want to make you mine” he whispered.

He moved closer to your face, you playfully bit your lip, from every angle and distance he was so attractive to you that, still delusional you held his face in your hands as he tentatively kissed you, his hand again playing with your pussy. His lips moved down and you caressed the curls of his hair as he did the same act he did the first time you were together, sizzling kisses down your body until he reached your sensitive cunt. He feasted on your breasts and nipples before he got down there and kissed your skin and clit, driving you wild.

“Use your words, little girl, what do you want now?” he asked, his hands squeezing your thigh, his breath on your pussy.

You didn't think about it, “Chan, please…eat my-pussy. I need it.”

“You need it?” he chuckled softly.

He admired the sight of your swollen, wet pussy, it was going to be a pleasure to taste you, and he adored it. He slapped moderately hard on your vulva making it more flushed, flinching you and finally, his lips encircled your pubis and part of your labia to suck exquisitely on your clit. You moaned, still stroking his hair.

“Mmm, Channie-”

You lost your mind as soon as he rubbed his face on your clit, shaking his head. This time he focused on your sensitive spot, playing with your folds, spreading and joining them in constant motion stimulating you while his mouth and tongue tortured your clit, biting, sucking, and teasing it with movements with the tip of his tongue, staring at you as he made you lose your mind.

You arched your back, Chan knew you were close, he stroked your clit with his finger and lowered his mouth to the rest of your vulva making you whimper, sloppy licks with his thick, warm, naughty tongue across your labia, sucking them until he reached your throbbing entrance. You were so close again and Chan began to penetrate you with his tongue, pressing his nose into another sweet spot of yours in the process. You babbled his name in a desperate search to climax your ecstasy.

“Cum in my mouth, cum in my mouth, baby-make a mess” his voice vibrated in your core and earned with it the intense mess of your orgasm.

Chan licked your orgasm, making you shudder. You were tired, your limbs trembling. The excitement was already a pleasurable burden on your body and with Chan, there was still no end to it.

“Your pussy is so swollen and beautiful baby girl, it's all ready for me to fuck you.”

You looked him in the eye and didn't protest, “Come on,” he gasped as he carried you and you let yourself be hold by him to your bed to lay your naked body on it.

You were hoping for the best, to finally be filled by him, even though you knew it was going to hurt because of his size, the feeling was hotly indescribable, it was what you wanted all along, to be fucked by him. The foreplay had been intense, your body was already tired but you thought you were ready for the last act. Chan positioned himself, stroking his erect cock and leaned down, his thumb wiping the rest of cum on your face, then sliding and inserting his finger into your mouth.

You needed him now. Your mind forgot about the existence of condoms in your drawer, you wanted Chan to fuck you at once. Chan smiled, his lips glistening for your orgasm.

He pulled his finger away from your mouth and sweetly took your lips, tasting a bit of the other and gradually raised the tone of the kiss until he left you breathless with your lips swollen, begging for more of the feel of his lips with yours.

“I'll make you mine, my cum in your mouth and everywhere. I'm going to fill your tight little pussy up, baby.”

Your body trembled in excitement, you couldn't resist it anymore, and you almost begged in supplication, following his game.

“Chan, please fuck me I want your cum inside me. I need your cum inside me so bad.”

He went back to playing with his thumb around your mouth.

“Look at you, baby girl, begging and saying please when I'm going to fuck you hard. Break you in two. I won't be gentle.”

He sentenced, fulfilling his words and ramming his cock violently into your pussy, opening wide your entrance and causing you to scream. Chan admired the bulge formed in your belly, running his thumb finely over your skin. He was deep inside you, ramming into your cervix, filling every space of your walls. You whimpered but his pumping sex had never felt better, pulsing, warm and wet, living the full experience of his veins being squeezed through your walls. Chan first used you, to you adjust to his size, taking you by the waist and using your body, manipulating it with ease and roughness sliding on his cock.

He admired his member being consumed by your entrance, your tightness choking him and his tip pounding to your limit.

“Cha-channie, please” you whimpered in pain and pleasure, still wanting to make a mess of his cock. “God, you feel so good.”

Sounds of your soaked pussy colliding with his dick began to make themselves present.

“So-fucking tight, baby girl, fuck, fuck.”

When Chan sensed that you were adjusting, which wasn't quite true, he began to move, ramming you bestially, moving his hips in a rhythm, bumping your skin, and releasing every frustration in you. You whimpered and embraced him as soon as he leaned into you, his skin rubbing and teasing your clit with each deep thrust. You dug your nails into his back and clamped your legs closely together to his body, once again apart from the sizzling pain in your pussy, the burning pain in your belly indicated another successful and intense orgasm with Chan appeared.

Chan cursed at the feel of it, the muscles of your spongy walls clenching him and your grip on him growing tight, your nails marking his pale skin and broad back, never ceasing to pound into you and babbling in the stars, close to your ear.

“Cha-chan, please, I'm gonna cum...”

“Do it, baby, fuck, cum.”

You arched your back in pain, rolled your eyes because he was hitting your sweet spot before climaxing, squealed getting restless, and collapsed under his body with every muscle in your vagina acting on his constantly moving cock. Chan moaned and did not stop thrusting you until he reached his orgasm. After short moments you again climaxed more gently, but intensely for him.

“Fuck-mmm, baby, fuck, I'm gonna fill you up. I'm gonna make you mine forever ahh-”

He grabbed your neck without choking you and cum intensely deep inside your core, leaving his member sensitive, satisfied, and used. Chan slid his cock out of you, leaving you with the sensation of a huge emptiness combined with the tingle of your muscles collapsing and his cum spurting out of your hole. He rested his cock on your belly, still climaxing loudly, rubbing his aching cock with his hand and leaving more cum on your skin. His orgasm was long and wonderful and managed to make him exhausted and shaken.

Chan dropped his body to the side of yours, seeking your closeness and comfort, hugging you and hiding his face in your chest.

“Holy shit, baby, that was amazing. Did you like it? I'm tired, but I can fuck you like that every fucking day.”

You were surprised that he was with his face tenderly hidden in your chest, hugging you, but you accepted it with a smile and started stroking his hair. Both of you breathing heavily.

“I loved it, Chan.”

“Me, too, sweetheart” he lifted his face to look at you, his tone was softer and his sweet gaze now reflected sweetness and almost seeking affection, you were impressed by the incredible change. “I hope I wasn't so hard on you, next time we can change, you can tell me anything...”

“I loved it” you interrupted him.

“Doesn't your cute ass hurt anymore?” he pouted adorably, his hands traveling to your butt to caress it.

You shook your head, laughing softly. He looked so tender as if he hadn't moved your guts less than five minutes ago. His eyes sparkled and he looked so soft with his curly hair falling down his forehead.

“Okay” he smiled, “I needed this. I needed you” he caressed your waist. “Can I ask you one thing now?”

Post sex was making you drowsy, you were tired and the warmth of Chan's body felt so good.

“Mmm?” you hummed.

“Let's go out... on dates, let me get to know you more and more. I want to make you my girlfriend, y/n. I want to be your boyfriend” Chan spoke, sweet and needy.

Sleepiness left your body and your heart raced as it was everything you had dreamed of all along... you finally knew he meant it. You looked at him, blinking softly.

“And I want to be your girlfriend, Chan.”

————————

𐙚TAGLIST: @rylea08 @hann1bee @iovecb97 @armystay89 @cherricola-star @lolareadsimagines @jisuperboard @lilac13 @ayyonoona @do-you-remember-summer-127 @wildtokay @korthbum @hyune-sssne @khandzilla @oddracha

1K notes · View notes

beloveds-embrace · 4 months ago

Note

Dukedom au but instead of the men noticing reader post marriage, they already notice her pre marriage like maybe before they went to war and meet each other. She use to be so radiant especially on her debut to society. She dances John and Simon and they were entranced since then. Maybe she likes sneaking out bro mingle with the commons and met Johnny and Kyle that way. Then war happened and many other things by the time they were back they’re not exactly expecting their dream girl to be unmarried, she’s so beautiful why would she be unmarried, besides they have each other now.

Imagine their surprise when they found out not only is she unmarried but rather unpopular in society for one or two petty reasons too.

ANONNNNN I LOVE YOUR MIND

It wasn’t until after his return from the military- when he finally came home with Simon by his side, Kyle and Johnny already settled into their places in his household- that John actually heard the full extent of the rumors surrounding you.

You were barren, they said. Damaged. A woman past her prime who had rejected too many suitors out of pride and was now paying the price. Not docile enough to be a good wife, too much of a spitfire. Hysterical, the last time you had snapped at a man who had gotten a little too close to you. A stain on your family’s lineage, who were trying desperately to marry you off.

Kyle had been the first to bring it up, muttering about what he’d overheard at the bakery one morning while helping Johnny’s parents prepare for the day. Johnny, normally so cheerful, had been uncharacteristically quiet about the whole thing- quiet in that dangerous, simmering way that meant he was ready to fight anyone who so much as looked at you wrong.

And Simon?

Simon had just looked at John.

“Fix it.” he’d said, like it was the simplest thing in the world.

But it wasn’t simple.

Not when the love John felt for you had been complicated from the start. Not when Kyle and Johnny and Simon already occupied so much of his heart, and the idea of forcing you to share that space- even with men who adored you already- felt like asking too much.

So he waited, and waited.

He waited until he saw you again, looking so perfectly soft and sweet and untouched by the harshness of the world around you, even despite all the hate-filled rumors aimed your way, it nearly broke him. He waited until Kyle started dropping more and more excuses to see you, until Johnny began dragging you into their outings, until even Simon- gruff, stoic Simon- began pausing to ask how you were doing when he saw you in passing.

He waited until he couldn’t not ask.

And when he finally did- when he knelt before you and offered you everything he had, everything he was, everything they were because he would keep anything a secret from you- you didn’t answer right away.

“John…” You were at a loss for words, eyes shifting to a fro. You could hear your parents practically yelling at you to just accept, no matter what, within your mind.

Your cheeks turned warmer than a furnace, and you lowered your head, gritting your teeth. “Surely you all know that- that I’m not… exactly the best candidate for you.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

Your eyes widened, mouth falling open, and he wanted to kiss that expression off your face. Replace it with something happier, brighter.

“It doesn’t matter.” John repeated, voice soft and so painfully fond. “They can say all they want. It’s you who I care about- we care about. Nobody else matters. Nothing else matters, except for your happiness and what you want. So I ask again… will you be my Duchess?”

You bit your lips, ignoring the tiny little voice of your nanny scolding you for your terrible nervous habit. You wanted to accept. You ached to accept.

“Promise me, John,” you breathed out. And he listened, more than anyone else ever has. “Promise me. I won’t ever be a simple accessory on your arm, or a forgotten relic in your home. I won’t be brushed aside, while everyone around me is loved. Please, John. If you can promise me that, then I accept.”

And for John?

It didn’t even take him a second before agreed; already, he could imagine the relief that the others would have, as well.

He could also imagine you, blooming in their home.

863 notes · View notes

martygraciesversion381 · 1 month ago

Note

hii i was wondering if you could write a smut about kimi?

BUSY WOMAN

kimi antonelli x reader

warnings: smut, pnv, fingering, unprotected smut (don't), talk about wedding, fluff and that's all i think

song: busy woman ~ sabrina carpenter

a/n: i didn't expect the first request to be a kimi smut but ty anon for it since i love kimi and he's been such a good driver so far so he deserves a smut <3

masterlist

requests[open]

You and Kimi first met when he got into f2. You were a pretty, young girl back then, working so hard to get the job that you had always dreamed of. And when that day happened, you didn't have a second to breathe after.

You were a model in one of the world's most famous modelling agencies. You were also one of the most gorgeous women on earth and as much as you would have liked to give a chance to all of your pretenders, you were far too busy for it.

Planning a date always turned into placing some meetings and work at crazy hours, it was a rhythm that you couldn't keep up with. So, you decided to just not date.

That was until Kimi, invited you to assist to one of his races. Now, let's not lie to ourselves, the boy was handsome and incredibly sweet. To say that you liked him would have been an understatement.

You had confessed to him a lot of times but it was always met with rejection. Still, you never stopped trying. That's why a bright smile was on your face as you entered the Mercedes garage. The first person that saw you was George Russell his teammate.

"Y/n hey! How are you?"

"Hi George...I'm good you? How's Carmen?"

"We're both good thanks...Kimi's in his drivers room"

You smiled at George, he knew you so well that he guessed who you were looking for.

"Thanks George."

"Your welcome...and please guys keep it down for our poor ears."

You felt heat creep up your neck as you walked away heading for Kimi's drivers room. You knocked at the door and when it opened, you were met with Kimi already dressed for the race with his racing suit hanging from his waist.

"Hey" he greeted you with a soft yet charming smile

"Hi Kimi" you answered shyly

He motioned for you to get in. You stepped into his drivers room, it was messy, like really messy. Clothes were on the floor and a few bags of snacks were scattered around. The room smelled like sweat, soap and something so indistinctively Kimi.

You turned back to him when you heard the door close behind you. You both stood there looking into each other’s eyes for a few minutes before Kimi broke the silence.

"Been busy lately?"

"Yeah...a lot" you sighed. You loved your job but sometimes it all became too much.

"Need help relaxing?" he asked, his voice becoming deeper and sounding almost like a whisper.

You gasped and your eyes went wide but who were you to say no to Kimi. So you nodded your head because you couldn't trust words right now. The next thing you knew was that Kimi was kissing you, and you were kissing back.

His lips felt like heaven against yours. If only he knew how many nights you had dreamed of this. If only he knew how much this simple kiss meant to you.

Kimi walked the both of you to the couch before sitting down and pulling down to straddle his lap, all of this while kissing. The only moment that his lips detached from yours was to take off your shirt leaving your bare torso in front of him.

“No bra? Girl you’re trying to kill me”

You blushed and went back to kissing him, this time hungrier than before. You both wanted something and you had wanted it since the day that you met. You couldn’t wait anymore.

You helped Kimi out of his shirt before he started to attack your neck leaving some hickeys there before sucking where your neck and shoulder met making you whimper as you gripped his hair. He then moved to your collarbone before finally paying attention to your breasts.

He sucked on your left nipple while his fingers worked on your right one. You ground down on his lap feeling him already hard under you and you let out one of the neediest whimpers that this drivers room had ever heard. Kimi looked up at you with a smirk.

“My girl is needy? Want me to give you what you want?” he teased.

You nodded and before you knew you were lifted from his lap so he could take off his pants and underwear and fuck…he was huge. He pulled you back down on his lap as his hands disappeared under your skirt to tease you through your panties.

“Merda, you’re soaked” (shit)

He slipped his fingers under your panties and started to massage your clit. You bit onto his shoulder and moaned as you started to grind your hips on his hand. Kimi inserted a finger in you and started to pump it in and out slowly. That’s when you lost it. You had been dreaming for this moment for years, spent night fantasizing about this and now it was happening. Kimi’s touch was overwhelming, it was like he knew your body by heart.

He pulled out his finger slowly and looked at your juices before pulling it into his mouth and licking it clean.

“Sei deliziosa” (you’re delicious)

He waisted no more time and pulled your panties to the side, lifted you up and pulled you back down on his dick. You both let out a moan together as he started to move you on top of him. You started to ride him, your breasts bouncing with his thrust.

“Cazzo sei bellissima” (fuck you’re gorgeous)

You kept going, every time that he bottomed out, he hit your cervix. His hands were gripping you hips as his lips left more love bites on your neck. Your hands were on his shoulders with your nails digging in his skin. It felt amazing.

“Kimi….m’close”

Kimi started to thrust his hips up to meet your movements as he brought his hand down to your clit. The sensation of his dick inside you and the small eights that he traced on your clit sent you over the edge, milking his dick as he stilled and painted your walls white with his release.

You both stayed there for a moment, just catching your breath. That’s when you heard it.

“Ti amo”

You didn’t speak Italian but you knew what these words meant. ‘I love you’. Kimi had just confessed that he loved you….in one of the less romantic scenarios ever. Yet you answered.

“I love you too”

BONUS:

After the race, George walked over to you.

“Congrats for you and Kimi but reminder, the walls aren’t that thin here so please have merci next time.”

He walked away leaving a blushing you standing in the middle of the Mercedes garage.

Yourusername

I’m a busy woman I wouldn’t let you come into my calendar any night. But if you want my kisses, I’ll be your perfect Mrs.

[comments have been restricted for this post]

______________________________________________________________

Taglist:

@f1addict3 @motorsportbarbie13 @gorgeusreputation16 @swiftlyconehead @g00d--vibes @paulinegba @carloswinner @linnygirl09 @itsleslie1998 @rd14 @safeplaceholland

get added to the taglist

#f1 #formula 1 #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 x you #kimi antonelli x reader #kimi antonelli #kimi antonelli x you #kimi antonelli imagine #kimi antonelli fic #andrea kimi antonelli #f1 smut #f1 fluff #kimi antonelli fluff #kimi antonelli smut

398 notes · View notes

baepsays · 3 months ago

Text

High school Satoru, silently yearns from a distance, harder than ever since his realization about the feelings he harbors for you. After the whole conversation he had with you in the stairwells, things have been harder. He stopped accepting every confession thrown his way, to distract himself from those feelings. And took it all head on.

All he wanted was a few "how've you been?" Or "What have you been up to?" — from you and that was all it took for him to smile like an idiot and have dreams of you kissing his forehead, whispering sweet nothings to him (not that he didn't already dream of you).

It is simply because without you this little loverboy was reduced to nothing. By any chance you weren't present, he is moping around the entire school with dark clouds hovering over him, looking like a drenched soggy cat.

And the next day when you're back he finds himself sticking to you a little more than usual. One day without you is equal to a century worth of years lost in vain.

Maybe one of these days where he refuses to leave you alone, you'll finally peak into the literal hearts beating in his eyes and realize the state of him. Because whether you're aware or not, for him, his fate is set in stone—you are his destiny, and he has always been in the palm of your hands to begin with. All that existing distance does not matter, it is not going to last forever, it'll pass. The gap between his feelings and his relationship with you will decrease one day.

He knows it will.

Like how he knows he may have spent too many seasons simply staring at that one picture he has of you—the one he took sneakily during school festival— but his love for you is anything but seasonal. It is present and ever evolving, all through the changing hues and falling leaves of the trees. His feelings may not be visible yet, he may not be able to let you have a glimpse at them, but you are all that occupies all five of his senses.

The concern of rejection comes from love, as the pain that accompanies those concerns. But then he also does not have any complaints for such pain, as it comes from his love for you.

just ask of his well being, ask about his circumstances time to time—think of his heart not his capabilities. Because a day without you seems like an entire century. Because his fate is determined that you are intended to be his. And the distance does not matter, it is only momentary, it will fade eventually.

You, however, are forever.

FIND OUT MORE ABOUT HS!SATORU I HIGH SCHOOL OBLIVION

TO FIND MORE OF MY WORKS CLICK HERE.

a/n: divider by @/aquazero. inspired by the song, khariyat by Arijit Singh, it is one of my all time favorites. Tempted to give them a very sad ending lowkey just because I am in a very foul mood and have been unable to write clan leader Gojo

470 notes · View notes

batsyheere · 4 months ago

Text

Phantom doesn't trust the Justice League as far as he could throw them- which was a weird statement to make considering, so he might as well say he did not trust them.

First there had been the attempt to exorcise him. That had been done with some very obviously coerced members of Dark, who had eventually been stopped by a panicked Constantine who Phantom now had weekly tea with. (Because Danny needed more ways to defend himself outside of his ghostly abilities, and especially with the attention of the JL now focused on him. Constantine had not put up much of a fight, especially after that incident.)

Following that had been the JL's attempt at peacemaking and finally handling the Anti-Ecto Acts- which had simply sped up the work that Team Phantom had been working on since the majority of their group hit 17 and the threats were more human than ghost. Taking credit for the years of activism and appeal Team Phantom had already made efforts in had soured whatever they wished to gain.

Offering him a place within the teams of Young Justice or the Titans had been another layer of insult when they tried to pressure him into some sort of mentorship- Phantom very much was insulted by the implications that he needed any such help after the years of being left to fend for himself. And the implications that they thought they could control and observe him now.

The final straw was their invitation to join the Justice League itself.

"I don't know about you," Phantom drawls, tone almost apathetic as his head leans against his fist. He was hovering in the air, sat back in a pose his little sister often called his "I'm dealing with idiots and politics" posture. "But if I've repeatedly rejected and ignored an individual who asked for help, then ignored their requests to leave them be... well, I wouldn't assume they would wish to join your club and be pleased by it."

"King Phantom," Wonder Woman begins, one of the few who actually had any sense. She looks exhausted.

Another member, one of the Green Lanterns whose names Danny couldn't be bothered with after some rather volatile debates with the dead of Oa, cuts her off.

"Look, kid, you're being offered something most other heroes only dream of being offered-"

"Most other people have to be recommended or apply to join the League, or otherwise be ignored and left to handle situations such as a chunk of the Midwest sinking into the Infinite Realms through the directions of a tyrannical conqueror seeking to gain access to the mortal world."

Silence. There were a few winces, as well as a few heroes who were glancing nervously towards Superman who was frowning.

"Look, we've obviously made mistakes-" the man in blue begins. Phantom cuts him short as well.

"A mistake is dismissing a call about ghosts as a prank," he states. "A mistake is making assumptions based off the research of science and believing it to be true."

He sat up, crown flaring above his head with frost as the temperature in the room dropped.

"What you have done is blatantly allow a government to persecute and prepare acts of genocide, while ignoring the evidence and pleas of the people you swear to protect. You then proceed to ignore the word of those who have stood the line of defence and resolve the matter without any representation of the voices that fought long enough to be heard."

"What would you have us do."

It was Batman who spoke up. While not his favorite member of the League, Phantom could appreciate the fact that the man had been left out of most of the formal decision making on these matters- even Amity Park had heard of the strange mass outbreak of Arkham residents spilling into Gotham- something that had not happened in quite a while. It had kept Batman and his associate busy enough to keep away from League business, in an effort to keep the chaos contained to Gotham's borders.

But Batman had many issues and Phantom had very little care for them.

"At this time? Move on. The situation is handled, and those who have not screwed up diplomatic matters are informed and may keep contact. We want no further ties to the Justice League or it's members at this time."

#dc comics #danny phantom #dpxdc #happy holidays everyone #sorry i got a LOT sick over the last month and Im still dealing with the leftover bits of that #wrote this back on my birthday and meant to post it sooner #anyway just another “danny doesnt like the league for REASONS” rant #not gonna add more to this so just this splurge

735 notes · View notes

gguk-n · 5 months ago

Text

The One (Charles Leclerc x Reader)

Summary- In a world where soulmates exist. Each pair has a unique soulmate mark. Charles doesn't know what his mark is or if he'll ever meet his soulmate.

Charles Leclerc and Y/N Y/L/N grew up together. They didn't remember the first time they met, they'd always been a part of each other's lives. They did everything together. They were a package deal, you wouldn't find one without the other. Maybe, that's why they hadn't found their soulmate yet or seen a soulmate mark.

Y/N was in primary, maybe eight or nine when some people in her class had started to bully her. Charles was the only one who noticed that she wasn't herself. "Hey Y/N/N" Charles said trying to catch her attention. "Hi Cha" she replied, faking a smile. "You look sad" he pointed out. "I'm okay" she reassured him. "You can tell me anything" Charles said and she broke down crying. Charles soon found out about the bullying and took it upon himself to protect her. That day he returned home with multiple bruises and when asked, he just told them he was protecting his person.

Y/N was ten when her dad told her stop karting. It was her favourite thing to do since she got to spend all her time with Charlie. She would recount the events of the day to anyone after every race. The debriefs were fun, she mostly talked about Charles, actually she only talked about Charles. Hervé tried to reason with her dad to let her continue since she was inconsolable. "But papa, I love karting." she cried. "That's not very girly. Stick to things girls do" he told her sternly. Y/N spent most of her day crying until Charles came around. "I'm sorry we can't kart together" he said hugging her. "You can use my kart whenever you want" he bargained. Y/N smiled for the first time that day. Charles kept to his word, he would let her use his kart whenever she wanted; to this day, she was the only one allowed to touch his cars, even the Ferraris.

Y/N was with Charles when he won his GP3 and F2 title. She was the first one he met as soon as he got out of the car. She was crying with snot running down her nose. "You look ugly crying" Charles laughed and Y/N hit him. "I'm just happy" she said. "I know" he replied, hugging her for a very long time.

Charles was there when Y/N got rejected from her dream university. She had locked herself up and wouldn't open the door for anyone. Charles was the only one able to coax her out. "Wanna get ice cream?" Charles asked rubbing her back. She nodded. The pain of rejection melted away with the ice cream. That was when Y/N knew, the reason she didn't have a soulmate mark. It was because she had already met her soulmate. Charles was her one and only and she didn't need a a stupid soulmate mark to tell her that.

Y/N was also there when Hervé was sick and in the hospital. "Charlie, don't worry. I'm here. I'll made sure Hervé gets well soon while you go and race" she reassured Charles who was not ready to leave. "I trust you." he told her. "I know" she nodded.

Y/N was there when Hervé passed. Charles was a mess. He wouldn't stop blubbering, tightly wrapped around her as if she would disappear too if he let go, as she patted his back. "He's watching down on us. He's always with us" she said trying to console him.

Y/N was there when Charles got offered the Ferrari contract. She had heard him contemplate his choices when he had joined Formula One and now that Ferrari was offering him a contract, it was a no brainer for him. He was quick to sign the contract with Y/N right behind him, literally and figuratively.

Charles would spend a lot of his time wondering who his soulmate could be. And it saddened him to think that it would be someone who would never have the opportunity to meet his father. Y/N always wondered what her soulmate mark could've been, but alas, at least she had her soulmate even if he didn't know it yet.

It was the Monaco GP, Charles had finally broken his Monaco curse. As the checkered flag waved and Charles crossed the finish line; his heart was heavy yet warm. He couldn't believe he had done it, finally. He got out of the car and raced to his team; his family waiting for him. The first person he saw was Y/N, with tears staining her cheeks. Charles wiped her tears, "I won" he muttered. "I know" she smiled wrapping him in a tight hug. "I'm sure he must be looking down on you right now. He must be so happy. I know it" she whispered into his shoulder. "You always knew what he felt" he replied. "He would tell you how proud he was of you and how he knew you could do it" she elaborated while pulling away. As Charles eyes met hers for the thousandth time since they first met, his heart felt warm, his mind was calm and everything around him felt like it was where it was supposed to be. He was where he was supposed to be. He was with his soulmate. "Go on" she pushed Charles towards his team and smiled as he stumbled forward.

A couple days after the GP, Y/N was lounging around his mother's shop when Charles interrupted her. "Hey" he spoke slowly. "Hi Cha" she smiled. "I wanted to talk to you" he began. "Looks like it" she replied while using her two fingers to ease the worry lines on his forehead, nodding at him to continue. "You know how we've yet to get out mark or our soulmate" he pointed out. "I'm aware" she laughed. "What if, we've already met our soulmate?" he questioned. "hmm" she cocked her head. "What if we met them so young that we don't know, we don't know our mark was or anything" he rambled. "Where are you going with this?" she asked hesitantly. "What if our soulmate has always been around? With us, through it all" Charles suggested. She nodded with tears in her eyes. "What if we are each other's soulmates?" Charles proceeded hesitantly. Y/N jumped into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Took you long enough" she mumbled against his neck. "You knew" he asked, pulling away to look at her.

She nodded with her arms still around his neck, Charles placing his on her waist. "When?" he asked. "The day I got rejected from the university I wanted" she replied. "That long?" he asked. She just nodded. "You were always there, through my highs and lows" she explained. "You were with me through everything too." Charles interrupted. "I'm glad it's you" Y/N announced. "me too" Charles reiterated.

"Our mums will be happy" Charles said, as the pair walked hand in hand. "I think they always knew" Y/N stated. "That's even better. That means dad met my soulmate" Charles smiled. "Can I tell you a secret?" Y/N asked. "What?" Charles asked. "He always hoped we'd be soulmates" she replied. "No wonder you were his favourite" Charles laughed pulling her in for a kiss.

1K notes · View notes

slut4thebroken · 26 days ago

Text

Idol

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Pairing | Jonathan Crane x reader

Summary | Request: “Milking fic with Crane on his hands and knees gasping and whining as his semen is harvested by an obsessed grad student who idolizes his work and wants his kid”

Warnings | Smut, non con, sedation, prostate massage, milking machine, semen collection, light bondage, noncon drugging, forced breeding??, anal fingering, forced orgasm.

Words | 1.6 k

Notes | yeah.

Ao3 link | <3

Masterlist

Kinktober | day 30: can you guys help me figure out what I should use pretty please💀

Dr. Crane was by far your favorite professor at Gotham University. He was intriguing and alluring, but also really fucking hot. For a while, he worked at GU and Arkham Asylum, but right before you got your bachelors, he quit his teaching job to take over as the head psychiatrist at Arkham, much to your disappointment.

You tried to get an internship at Arkham, but you were rejected. It was hard to contain your anger, but you just focused on the endgame, rather than this temporary setback.

Once Dr. Crane was outed as being the Scarecrow and thrown into the very institution he used to run, things made a lot more sense— like his fascination with fear, the students that would sometimes go missing or randomly drop out with no explanation… The new discovery of his alter ego only deepened your obsession.

After someone replaced him, you applied for the internship again, but you were accepted this time because, along with Jonathan, a lot of other staff had been arrested for being involved, so they needed the help.

Then you bided your time. You weren’t actually allowed to see any patients alone as an intern, so you had to work around that…

After hatching a plan, you spent the next few weeks gaining the trust of your superiors and saving up money to buy the right “equipment.” Since this was Arkham, everyone was already far too lax about the rules… So it was no surprise when your plan progressed smoothly.

“Doctor, I was wondering if I might be able to see Jonathan Crane? I’m writing my dissertation on ethical violations in psychiatric treatment— An interview with him would be invaluable to my research.” She still looked unsure, so you added, “I know it’s unorthodox… Maybe you would feel more comfortable with the idea if you accompanied me?”

“No, I don’t have time for that. Just…” she let out a quiet breath, seemingly coming to a decision, “I’ll set up a private interview for you, but don’t be surprised if he doesn’t talk.”

You weren’t completely lying— an interview with him would be invaluable to your dissertation… just not about that specific topic… Honestly, you didn’t even really need to interview him for your real topic, this was just the cover story you used to get alone time with him.

Two weeks later, you were walking to the private room to meet with him.

“Professor.” You smiled, sitting down across from him, setting your bag on the floor and the disposable coffee cup on the table.

“I’m not a professor.” He said coldly, but you weren’t deterred.

“Sorry… Old habits die hard.” Your smile turned sheepish and you couldn’t help but blush under his intense gaze. “I can’t believe I’m finally here right now.”

“Are you here to interview me or swoon like a teenage girl?” He asked rhetorically. Instead of frowning, his quip actually made your smile widen.

“I wish I could’ve worked under you. That was my real dream.” You confessed, getting a little lost in thought before snapping out of it. “Oh! I brought you some coffee. Black— I wasn’t sure what you liked, but I figured that was a safe guess.” You smiled, sliding the cup over to him. “As a thank you for meeting with me.”

“It’s not like I really had a choice.” He muttered, grabbing the cup and taking a tentative sip, making you practically grin— Your plan was going perfectly.

“I promise I won’t take up too much of your time— Though I can’t imagine you really have a lot going on lately...”

“Perceptive.” He said dryly, focusing on the coffee that he probably hasn’t been able to drink since before he was admitted.

Soon enough, his movements grew sluggish, his eyes struggling to stay open as he fought the sedative. Once he was pliant enough, you got up and lifted him to his feet with some difficulty, then laid him down on his stomach on the table with his feet still touching the floor. You grabbed the restraints from your bag and extended his arms forward, attaching his wrists to two legs of the table just in case, before doing the same with his ankles. He was grumbling something, but it was mostly unintelligible, so you ignored it.

When you pulled his pants down to his ankles, he barely reacted and you moaned quietly at the sight of him. His cock was soft, but it was still just so pretty… You ached to taste it, touch it, feel it— but you knew you couldn’t this time.

Because of money and what you’d be able to sneak in here, you were only able to get the milking machine for his cock. So you attached that and made sure the tube and collection jar were secured to it, then grabbed some lube and put it on your fingers. He was already whimpering at the feeling of the automatic pump stroking his cock, but he let out a choked sound when you pushed a finger in his asshole, immediately searching for his prostate. As soon as you found it, you started applying steady pressure in small, circular movements.

Honestly, you thought it would take a lot longer, but after a few minutes— probably because he’s been stuck in an asylum for months— come was already starting to dribble out of his cock, landing in the pump and trailing down to the collection jar.

His sounds were making your clit throb, but you ignored it, knowing you had to focus on extracting his seed. Once you managed to knock yourself up with his kid, then you could have some fun with him.

He was gasping and whining, his hips squirming as the pump relentlessly milked his poor cock while you massaged his prostate. He let out a guttural moan when you pushed a second finger inside, scissoring them a little bit, but mostly focusing on rubbing his prostate to get him to release more come.

You almost couldn’t believe how easy this was. However, you kept looking over your shoulder at the door just in case, feeling like you should’ve been caught by now or something. But no one came in. You were left completely alone with your favorite professor and future baby daddy.

The jar was filling up with his seed quickly, but you didn’t stop— how could you when he sounded so hot all drugged out like this, moaning wantonly while you collected his sperm?

Unable to resist the temptation to taste any part of him, you angled your arm up to give yourself more room, then leaned forward to start lapping at his balls, sucking them into your mouth. They were pulsing with each stream of come that gushed out of his cock, being drained properly and fully. You moaned around him, laving at his balls like they were your favorite dessert, making his cock leak even more.

A sudden knock on the door made you pull back and freeze, your blood running cold. “Five minutes.” Someone said from the other side of the metal, making you relax slightly.

“O-Okay.” You replied, then breathed a silent sigh of relief before getting back to business.

You intensified your efforts, zeroing in on his prostate with your fingers while you sucked and licked at his balls greedily. The pump was still stroking his cock and Jonathan was all but trembling as he laid on the table, spread out for you. His sounds were almost pained, but you knew he was feeling incredible— he wouldn’t be coming so much if he weren’t.

You couldn’t help it when you slipped a hand between your legs, but you could barely even focus on rubbing your clit so you resorted to humping your fingers. You knew you wouldn’t have enough time to come today, but you could come as much as you wanted while you inseminated yourself at home.

He was whining even louder and started squirming a little more, so you reluctantly pulled back, now able to see that the trickle of come from his cock had slowed down significantly. So you carefully pulled your fingers out of his ass, forcing a choked sound out of him, then you reluctantly turned off the pump, making him sag onto the table in a limp heap. His cock was still dripping a little, so you leaned forward before you could stop yourself and suckled on the red, swollen tip, moaning at the taste. It was hard to make yourself pull back, already so addicted to his come.

After putting the lid on the collection jar and putting the milking machine back in your bag, you pulled his pants up and removed the restraints, then struggled to get him back in his chair.

Knowing you didn’t have a lot of time, you quickly grabbed the syringe from your bag— a counteragent for the sedative that was in the coffee— and injected it into his arm, then stood up on shaky legs just as the warden knocked again. Jonathan’s eyes were slowly blinking open, struggling to regain focus. You made sure nothing was out of place, then grabbed the half empty coffee cup and walked over to the door.

“I’m all done.” You called out, prompting the warden to open the door. You walked through the threshold and he looked you up and down, searching for anything wrong.

“He give you any trouble?” He asked gruffly, making you smile.

“He was a little reluctant to talk at first, but he gave me so much to work with eventually.” You said with a knowing smile, your eyes glinting.

#jonathan crane #jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane smut #jonathan crane x reader smut #cillian murphy #kinktober #kinktober 2024

234 notes · View notes

luludeluluramblings · 17 days ago

Note

With popstar reader and their siblings accidentally simping is so funny to me😭. Dick has always been a little bit, ever so slightly a manwhore. He's always crushing on someone, on the rare occasion that he isn't in a relationship he usually has a sidepiece. So when a popstar pops up singing and dancing around in lingerie of course he's gonna be interested. I feel like Dick would feel equal parts guilt and disgust. Guilt that he didn't even recognize his baby sibling, and disgust that he didn't realize it was his younger sibling ( ykwim).

Jason doesn't really follow pop culture, he listens to whatever music he wants to without shame. He would probably hear about reader from a friend god forbid its dick who tells him or a goon says something in passing. He eventually takes a peek and their music later becomes a guilty pleasure. You were right about his reaction, a cold cigarette on a rooftop while contemplating jumping off.

Tim is up to date with pop culture and upcoming artists. He also has an obsessive personality and falls head over heels with whoever catches his attention. It starts with a member of teen titans or maybe just a video popping up in his feed. The songs are catchy and have clever double entendres, the performances are inspired and playful. It's very easy for him to get entranced. Him finding out would be traumatizing. If he had been keeping tabs on some random popstar it wouldn't be that big a deal, but his adopted sibling, whom he lived in the same house with for most of his life. He needs to clear his search history, delete everything off his computer, see a therapist, and sit alone in a corner for a very long time.

Steph and Duke are major fans. They haven't really interacted with reader much. Reader had already begun to reject their "family" and pull away by the time they entered the manor. Steph plays their music, watches their videos, and goes to concerts with Duke. They have her posters, and albums. It's been Steph's dream to be picked at a concert. When they find out they are easily the most excited. Steph dated Tim in the past she doesn't give two shits that popstar reader is secretly a Wayne. She loudly announces her attraction to reader in detail. Duke is much more respectful about it but can't contain his excitement. He asks when they're going to come home, where their room is, why didn't anyone tell him?

Cass and Damian are in a similar spot. Cass wasn't super into it like the rest of the family. She'd dance around with Steph and peek at Tim's computer occasionally but she wasn't crushing on reader like the rest of them. Damian felt above it all, he saw his family's antics as ridiculous. He refused to fall prey to some siren. It's more of a puppy love type crush, he's not crazy but his stare lingers at Steph's poster. Like a kid outside Victoria's secret. When he finds out he does feel sick, but he covers it with outrage, reader is tainting the family's public image! They're making a mockery of the Wayne name! Don't bring up the stage names, his anger is just to hide his shame.

The way this would just fuck with Singer!Reader mentally.

Think about it?

You finally got your family’s attention, but only because they’re attracted to you. (Sans Bruce cause I’m not touching that with a ten foot pole.)

I love it.

It adds such a sinister vibe to them trying to bring you back to the manor or constantly checking on you. They are your worst fans.

And, the way Gotham Media would gag over the scandal it would cause even if it’s not technically wrong?

Technically. Technically. Technically. It’s such a key word in all this. And, would total used as the justification for their feelings if things became too much.

#luluramblings #answered asks #anon ask #yandere batfam #batfam x reader #batfamily x reader #yandere batfamily #yandere dc #yandere batfam x reader #yandere batfamily x reader #singer!reader

256 notes · View notes

spr1ngbunnypvrin · 2 months ago

Note

Can I ask what you think would happen if pre-doctor Harley Sawyer had an S/O who has been with him for so long to the point of marriage being the next goal, but some kind of accident happens and they lose their memories of him? I was curious to see what you thought he'd react like, shading this "bond" with someone who worked so hard to gain his trust and love only to forget everything they had with him.

And maybe if you're up for it cause it could mix with the scenario, what's he like as a husband of he for some reason got to that point?

He’s already a man who struggles with trust, with connection, with letting himself have something good. And then to have that ripped away?

Yeah. He wouldn't take it well.

💔 Harley Sawyer & an S/O Who Lost Their Memories 💫

Initial Reaction – Shock, Denial, & a Deep, Ugly Fear

Harley isn’t a man who loves easily. If he got to the point of marriage? That means you had to fight, push, and tear down every wall he built around himself. You were different. You got through to him.

And then, just like that, it’s gone. You don’t know him. You don’t remember him.

At first, he thinks he can handle it. He’s logical, right? He can fix this.

But when he looks at you—when he sees the blank stare, the way you flinch when he reaches for you, the way his name means nothing to you anymore—

That’s when it really hits. That bond you both built, the one thing he let himself trust, it’s shattered.

How He Handles It – Badly, But He Won’t Show It

On the surface? He’s calm. Composed. Maybe even a little cold. He won’t let you see how deep the damage goes.

But behind closed doors? It wrecks him.

He stays up at night, replaying memories that you no longer have.

He clenches his fists hard enough to leave marks, fights the urge to force the memories back—because logic tells him he can’t.

He stares at old pictures, whispers your name like it’s a prayer, like saying it enough times will bring you back.

Would he try to make you remember?

Yes. But not by pushing you. Harley is methodical—he’ll watch, wait, test small things. He’ll see if old habits stick.

He’ll leave your favorite coffee on the table, just to see if you reach for it the way you used to.

He won’t tell you who he is to you. But his actions will.

And if you never remember? If he has to live with the fact that you’ll never look at him the same way again?

He’d rather you be safe, even if it means losing you completely.

Would He Stay? Would He Let Go?

Harley Sawyer does not let go easily.

But he’s also a man who knows what it means to lose everything. And if he thinks staying will hurt you more than it’ll hurt him?

He’d leave. He’d walk away before you could reject him—because that’s a pain he doesn’t think he could survive.

Maybe he disappears from your life entirely, watching from a distance, never interfering.

Or maybe, just maybe—he stays in the background. A shadow of what he used to be to you. Someone important, but no longer in the way he once was.

Harley Sawyer as a Husband – If He Ever Got That Far

"Husband" is just a word. What matters is that you’re mine. And I don’t let go."

He’s not a conventional husband. Marriage isn’t something he dreams about—it’s a risk. A vulnerability.

But if he got there? He’d take it seriously. You would be the only person who’s ever gotten that far, and that means something.

Protective as hell. He doesn’t get jealous, but he does get possessive. The kind where he doesn’t need to say anything—just a look is enough.

Acts of service > words of love. You won’t get flowery speeches, but you’ll find a knife at your bedside if he thinks you need protection. He’ll know you’re stressed before you say anything. He’ll have already handled it.

Physicality matters. He’s not one for PDA, but behind closed doors? His touches are grounding. Steady. Not always gentle, but always intentional.

He’s in it for life. Divorce? Not an option. If you get into a fight? He’s not leaving the house until it’s resolved. If something threatens you? It’s already handled before you even know about it.

What If You Started Falling for Him Again?

Would he let it happen?

At first, he wouldn’t believe it.

But if you started looking at him the way you used to? If your body remembered what your mind forgot—if you reached for him in your sleep, if his voice became a comfort again?

He’d try to stay distant. Try to convince himself it’s not real.

But the moment you tell him, even hesitantly, “I think I love you”—

That’s when he breaks.

That’s when he exhales the breath he’s been holding since he lost you.

And that’s when he finally, finally lets himself believe he hasn’t lost you after all.

#harley sawyer #poppy playtime #harley sawyer x reader #the doctor #poppy playtime x reader #the doctor x reader #dr harley sawyer #imagine #angst scenario #kinda mix with comfort #╰₊✧ ﾟ⚬𓂂➢ 👁📺💉🩸#‹꒰ 🇶🇺🇾🇪🇳'🇸 🇼🇷🇮🇹🇮🇳🇬.꒱𖥔 ࣪~

227 notes · View notes

minju4won · 1 month ago

Text

my idol bf

sypnosis: how do you met to your idol bf?

idolenhypen x idolfem reader

⋆.*ೃ✧ ⋆.*ೃ✧ ⋆.*ೃ✧ ⋆.*ೃ✧ ⋆.*ೃ✧ ⋆.*ೃ✧ ⋆.*ೃ✧ ⋆.

heeseung

• aespa

• since aespa and enhypen debuted on similar dates, in addition to coinciding with their returns, you already knew heeseung.

• but you had never talked to him.

• until you agreed with him to do a tiktok dance of ‘drama’ and ‘sweet venom’

• he was so shy, and you so outgoing that you thought it was nice to see him so quiet.

• well, after the collaboration, you never talked to him until your return with supernova, because, surprise! you guys were from the same year.

• and you already know how Koreans are with having friends from the same year.

• at first it was uncomfortable, but when you guys saw each other more often you became friends. like, very, very friends

• and without realizing it, little by little, you talked more with Heeseung, you spent more time alone with him, you would laugh a lot with him...

• it didn’t take long for you to realize that you were falling in love.

• with the preparations of whiplash and no doubt, you started talking less with him, until one day they were alone and you decided to declare to him, and surprise!

• he rejected you.

• you didn’t talk to him for months, until you guys had to share a hotel because of the Music Bank Madrid.

• you ignored him all the time, even though you felt his gaze on you in the rehearsals, at breakfast and even at lunch.

• the night before the event, Heeseung approached your room, and finally, he declared to you.

• “i don’t know how i have survived these months without talking to you, i was stupid to reject you. i was afraid of the opinion of the company, of the fans, but i have realized that the only thing that matters to me is you.”

• well, on the day of music bank many shipps were created because of the looks that both gave each other.

jongseong

• nmixx

• this stupid man was in love with you since he saw you debut.

• but of course, he has never had a girlfriend and has interacted little with women, so he never approached you.

• but he always, always was watching you.

• it wasn’t until ‘love me like this’ that he approached you.

• supposedly to do the challenge, but it was never published because of the little looks he gave you, and to avoid conflicts.

• you didn’t know Jay who is not in sight, for this very reason, you looked for his name on tiktok, and wow, he was so talented and handsome.

• for this very reason, you asked your friends for their number and sent them an apology message for having spent their time.

• yes guys, Jay was jumping with happiness when he saw your message.

• and he was in charge of having a conversation all day, and so you.

• at first it was cordial messages, then funny messages, until finally arriving at the good morning and good night.

• the first time you met him, Jay brought you flowers, and you went to the Han River.

• and Jay’s dream finally came true!!!

• he kissed you.

• it was the best day ever for jay.

• “you’re so pretty when you smile, i’m so lucky to have you”

• although you had to go through several more appointments to confirm your relationship.

• clearly Jay was the center of mockery of his companions when they found out.

• they bothered him when you were at the same events and even in the music programs.

• jay ignored you so much on camera that the fans thought he hated you.

jaeyun

• kiss of life

• he was your fan number one.

• both you and your group had interested Jake from the first moment, seeing a different group caught his attention a lot.

• even though he had been interested in you, he decided to leave that curiosity behind to focus on his group.

• until both kiss of life and enhypen went to the breast cancer campaign of love your w 2024.

• and fuck.

• he had already seen you several times in music programs, but seeing you in stage so closely, made his curiosity resurface.

• when you got off the stage, Jake approached you uncomfortably to congratulate you on your performance.

• and it was weird, you had never talked to him.

• however, you smiled and wished him luck too.

• you didn’t talk to him again until Music Bank, you guys even exchanged phones.

• for him this was a victory.

• you stayed several times as friends, until little by little you realized your sudden feelings.

• it wasn’t until the Wolden Wave festival in Bangkok that you took the step.

• as your group and his shared the same hotel, you went to Jake’s room at midnight.

• even though Jake falls asleep early, a feeling told him no.

• and thank goodness.

• you went and you talked a little, until you threw yourself at him, and little by little things went up in tone.

• “fuck, you’re so pretty. i’m so inlove with you that i think i’m going to die”

• that day, you received a scolding from your manager for being so careless and sleeping in another idol’s room.

• but that didn’t matter to you, you were Jake’s girlfriend!

• but the company ended up finding out

• Jake fought for your relationship that didn’t let you go

sunghoon

• ive

• you already knew Sunghoon from before, that is, not in person but you knew who he was.

• but you had never talked to him.

• on Sunghoon’s side, he barely knew you. he knew that you existed just because you were in the same group as Wonyoung and Yujin.

• it wasn’t until it was your turn to present with him at Music Bank.

• as we all know, Wonyoung and Sunghoon were mcs of this music program.

• and for three weeks, your groupmate couldn’t attend, so it was you who replaced her.

• well, the first time you talked to him it was uncomfortable... and distant... and too uncomfortable.

• he barely looked at you and talked to you, although you knew how to hide your discomfort on camera.

• the second time you were more comfortable, since they had to record the bts of the day, so you two were forced to talk and be together.

• and he was surprisingly funny.

• you didn’t stop laughing with him.

• and this for sunghoon was a flex... he was a funny boy.

• that day he asked Wonyoung for your number.

• you were surprised when you got a message about him. he had asked you if you had a good time today.

• and so began endless conversations for months.

• sometimes you saw him and you and him went to the arcades, or to the cinema.

• as “friends”

• one day, you saw him, but what you didn’t expect was a gigantic bouquet of flowers, and with a nervous sunghoon and unable to look you in the eye.

• “look, all these months i have swallowed my feelings because i didn’t want to ruin our friendship, but i can’t anymore. i like you. please, do you want to be my girlfriend?”

• you hugged him.

• “of course you idiot”

sunoo

• illit

• you knew Sunoo for years since you were a trainee at belift.

• you were so in love with him.

• when you were a trainee you saw him in the corridors and your heart raced.

• when you debuted and did your first challenge with him you couldn’t help but feel more in love.

• but you had to push those feelings away, you had debuted and you couldn’t get carried away by that. soon it would vanish.

• spoiler: it didn’t.

• despite this, you had a cordial relationship with him, after all he was your senior.

• but you were preparing for the end-of-year festivals, and the dance just didn’t come out perfectly, for this very reason, you were left alone in the practice room.

• but you had passed the time and it was Enhypen’s turn to practice room.

• you didn’t expect to see Sunoo waiting at the door. You apologized quickly but he downplayed it.

• as a good senior that he is, he offered you help both in dancing and singing, and corrected you several times.

• and gave you his phone number in case you had more questions.

• you almost cried with happiness.

• from there, they were often in both the practice room and the singing room.

• your feelings began to bloom more. That’s why you wanted to get away from him.

• and you confessed by apologizing to him.

• Sunoo understood it and you stopped talking for several weeks.

• what was not expected sunoo was an emptiness by not talking to you, not seeing you, not laughing. he had felt so bad that fans began to worry about him.

• for this very reason, when he saw you in the corridors of the company, he asked you if he could talk to you alone.

• “i’ve been an idiot, I don’t know why I got away from you when I feel the same way about you”

• since that day you had had a careful relationship to avoid criticism.

jungwon

• stayc

• you had seen each other in the corridors of the musical shows, since you debuted several days apart.

• despite this, you guys never spoke until three years later.

• you were very good friends with Yunjin de Lesserafim, you were such friends that you saw each other every week.

• one day, Yunjin had to go through Hybe to pick up some things that she had forgotten, and you as a good friend accompanied her.

• Yunjin left you alone for several minutes, until she sent you a message to go up to the seventh floor.

• you took the elevator, but what you didn’t expect was to see Jungwon in this.

• you bowed a little and crossed your arms when you entered the elevator.

• the silence was suffocating, and uncomfortable. You wanted to get out of there quickly.

• but what you didn’t expect was that the elevator would stop working.

• you pressed the button several times but the elevator did not move, it was Jungwon who told you to calm down.

• you didn’t have claustrophobia, but being locked in an elevator was not very pleasant.

• however, Jungwon was helping you calm down, giving you several words of encouragement and telling you how to breathe.

• once the elevator opened the doors...

• you run.

• yep, you ran without saying goodbye or saying thanks, once the doors opened, you ran without looking back.

• and you were embarrassed for months, you just hoped not to coincide in any promotion with him.

• you didn’t see him for months, for long months. until they coincided in music programs.

• you had released ‘Cheeky Icy Thang’, and you had coincided with him in the music corridors.

• shame consumed you, so you approached him to apologize for that problem. Jungwon as a good person that he is, he downplayed it.

• you smiled gratefully at him and walked away from him. but you had left jungwon in love since you ran. so he asked for your number.

• he had the excuse that both were from the same year, so he talked to you.

• you were still ashamed of the event, but you kept talking to him.

• you met on the Han River to talk about your worries and your day to day.

• only one of those days, Jungwon didn’t resist... and he kissed you.

• “i’m so sorry, i didn’t think clearly, sorry if i bothered you, it’s just that you looked so pretty.”

• he started talking non-stop so you shut him up with a kiss.

• jungwon didn’t care about the opinion of the haters, that’s why he didn’t mind leaving several clues about your relationship. until he made it official with a photo of you on weverse.

riki

• katseye

• if you were honest, you didn’t know ni-ki until you entered dream academy, since you didn’t know kpop.

• your friend and groupmate Sophia was a big fan of Enhypen, that’s why she showed them to you.

• and you found ni-ki very handsome.

• you listened to some of his songs and you liked them, but you decided to listen them very little.

• until you went to Korea.

• and you saw him. well, he saw you.

• you were in the practice room dancing the dance that you had to present that week. and well, let’s say you weren’t the best dancer.

• you didn’t notice him until you heard him croar.

• first he introduced himself and asked you if you were from the survival program. after solving his doubts he asked you if you needed help.

• he said that since he was your senior, he had that need to ask you.

• you didn’t want his help, you were very embarrassed. But there were only two days left to the presentation.

• so you acepted.

• Riki was a very good teacher, with patience and kindness he corrected your posture and dance. In addition to being very mocking.

• it was so good and fun that the four hours they spent in the dance hall went quickly.

• you had fun with him, and so did he.

• due to contract problems, ni-ki couldn’t give you his number so as not to cause you problems, but fuck, since you left the practice room he didn’t stop thinking about you for a day.

• you didn’t see him again, but he did see you.

• sometimes he waited a little longer in the company to see you go out with your program colleagues, he saw your updates on social networks, your presentations on YouTube. athough there was little information from dream academy, not a single one was missed.

• you left him in love.

• he voted for you. and he couldn’t feel more than happy when he found out that you were going to debut in the company’s new group.

• after finding out that you were debuting, he didn’t know anything about you other than some tiktoks.

• it took a long time until he finally got news, you were going to debut in June. besides you were going to go to kcon. and he too...

• when he found out that you were going to be in the same place again, he couldn’t help but feel excited to see you. and he would do everything possible to get your number.

• ni-ki was more sensed when he saw your presentations in the kcon.

• until he saw you in person again. you were going to film a tiktok together. you couldn’t help but notice that ni-ki was closer to you than normal.

• you approached him to thank him for your help, since you felt that thanks to him you had debuted.

• but what you didn’t expect was his answer. he. had. invited. you. to. dinner.

• puzzled, you accepted. So for ni-ki’s entire stay in Los Angeles, she had seen you every day, at the same time.

• it was Ni-ki’s last day in Los Angeles, for this very reason, you were in his room helping to collect his things. and it was not until that moment, that he declared himself to you.

• “since i saw you for the first time i haven’t stopped thinking about you. i’ve seen each of your presentations, your photos on Instagram, your tiktoks, and they still haven’t been enough. i need you, please, be my girlfriend”

• it should be noted that it was not an easy decision for you, he was a kpop idol, how his fans were going to react.

• but you decided to get carried away by your feelings.

• “of course, ni-ki. i like you as well.”

• despite the difficulty of the language and having a long-distance relationship, both you and ni-ki fought for your relationship.

#enhypen #enhypen headcanons #enhypen heeseung #enhypen imagines #enhypen jake #enhypen jay #enhypen reactions #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen x female reader #enhypen x reader

378 notes · View notes

tobiosbbyghorl · 20 days ago

Text

minumulto | ksn

pairing: sunshine!sunoo x quiet!reader

genre: angst/ tiny like super tiny fluff

You weren’t the kind of girl people noticed.

You blended into the background. Always polite. Always quiet. Always present, but never loud enough to be remembered. You didn’t mind it, really. The world was exhausting when it demanded too much of you. You’d learned to be small to protect yourself. To be still so the chaos wouldn’t touch you.

Then there was Kim Sunoo.

He wasn’t loud in a disruptive way. He was radiant. The kind of boy who walked into a room and made it feel like the sun had followed him in. Everyone loved him. They always did. Because Sunoo knew how to make people feel like they mattered. And for reasons you couldn’t understand, he chose to make you feel that way too.

“Hey,” he greeted one morning, crouching beside your desk while you quietly unpacked your lunch.

You blinked, unsure he was talking to you. “…Hi?”

He grinned. “Is that spam? That’s, like, top-tier lunch.”

You hesitated. “Do you… want one?”

He gasped dramatically. “Can I? I’ll trade you for my grapes.”

You watched as he placed a small container beside yours like it was the most natural thing in the world. And somehow, from that day on, he never really left your side.

⸻

You didn’t fall for him instantly.

It was a slow, steady trickle. Like water dripping through cracks in the walls you spent years building. He didn’t force his way in. He just… waited outside.

He remembered the little things.

You love vegetables.

Your favorite seat by the window.

That you liked your water with ice.

That you flinched at loud laughter but smiled when he hummed soft songs.

And somehow, over time, your world bent toward him.

He walked you to the gate every day.

Texted you silly memes.

Let you hold his hands when you both cross the road, he knew you can’t cross on your own.

Let you copy his notes when you were too anxious to ask the teacher a question.

He made you laugh.

That scared you the most.

Because happiness, to you, had always come with a cost.

Letting people in meant giving them the power to leave. And you’d seen what happened when they did.

So when Sunoo told you—“I like you.”

You froze.

He said it gently, like he didn’t want to scare you. As if he knew you were already halfway out the door.

You smiled the way people do when they’re pretending. “You’re sweet.”

He tilted his head. “But?”

“I just… I don’t think I’m ready.”

His gaze faltered for a second, then softened. “That’s okay.”

And it was. For a while.

He stayed. Patient. Understanding. He didn’t push.

But how long could someone hold on to someone who kept stepping back?

Your rejections weren’t cruel.

They were quiet. Subtle. Wrapped in half-smiles and nervous laughter.

But to Sunoo, they still meant: you don’t want me.

He tried again—confessed a second time after your last high school recital.

“I think I still like you,” he said, voice barely above the hum of the crowd.

And you?

You looked down and whispered, “Please don’t.”

He didn’t ask again.

⸻

You didn’t notice the shift at first.

He still smiled at you in the halls. Still waved during breaks. Still lent you his umbrella when it rained.

But the warmth? The closeness?

It was fading.

Until one day, you walked into class, looked at the seat beside you, and realized it wasn’t his anymore.

He had moved on.

⸻

You thought time would bury him.

That the memories would blur like fog on glass.

But then college came.

New faces. New streets. New nights filled with the dull ache of loneliness.

And yet—Sunoo haunted you more than ever.

⸻

You saw him in your dreams, still calling your name.

You woke up with tears on your pillow, unable to breathe.

You passed by coffee shops and thought: he would’ve liked this place.

You held your phone so many times, fingers hovering over his contact name, but never pressing call.

“Minumulto na ‘ko ng damdamin ko.”

I’m haunted by my own feelings.

He was everywhere.

Even in the silence.

You remembered the way he once touched your wrist—soft, tentative.

The way he looked at you like you were made of glass and stardust.

And how gently he stepped back when you flinched, even when all he wanted was to stay.

You didn’t realize you loved him until he was gone.

And now?

Now, it’s too late.

⸻

You see him again—on campus.

He’s across the courtyard, surrounded by laughter.

He still shines.

But you don’t. Not anymore.

Your eyes meet for a second.

He smiles.

Polite. Distant.

You smile back.

But inside, you’re screaming.

Because you could’ve had the sun.

And you chose the shadows.

⸻

It starts with a song.

A voice playing faintly from someone’s speaker at the campus café.

“Ako ay dahan-dahang nililibing nang buhay pa…”

You freeze. Your coffee cools in your hands.

You haven’t heard it in months. But the lyrics hit you like they always do—sharp, familiar, merciless.

Sunoo once sang it quietly beside you, half-jokingly, not knowing the way it would become a prophecy. You had laughed back then. Not anymore.

You stand abruptly and leave. You don’t look behind you.

⸻

The next time you see him, it’s raining.

Not the romantic, movie kind of rain—just cold and inconvenient.

He’s sitting alone outside a lecture hall, drenched at the edges, tapping absently on his phone.

You hesitate. Then walk over.

“Forgot your umbrella?” you ask.

He looks up.

There’s a pause.

“Yeah,” he says finally, blinking in surprise. “Didn’t expect the rain.”

You nod and offer yours.

He stares at it, then at you. “You sure?”

You shrug. “You’ll return it.”

Something flickers in his eyes—maybe nostalgia. Maybe nothing.

“Alright,” he says softly. “Thanks.”

You sit beside him. Under the awning. No words.

Just silence.

But for the first time in a long time—it isn’t painful.

⸻

Days pass. Weeks.

You don’t talk often, but you begin seeing him again.

At the café. In the library. Once, at the train station.

There’s no grand reunion. No apologies spilling from lips. Just passing moments that brush like wind across skin—familiar and fleeting.

Then one evening, you find him on the rooftop garden where no one really goes.

You almost walk away—but he calls out.

“Stay,” he says.

So you do.

⸻

You talk. About nothing at first.

Weather. Professors. Terrible campus food.

And then, without meaning to, you say:

“I think I was afraid.”

Sunoo is quiet.

You can’t look at him.

“I didn’t know how to love someone who wanted to stay,” you add.

He exhales, a sound that’s not quite laughter.

“I did want to stay,” he says. “For a long time.”

You finally meet his eyes. There’s no resentment there—only honesty.

“I know,” you whisper. “I was stupid.”

“No,” he says. “You were scared. That��s not the same.”

⸻

You sit in silence again. This time, it’s heavier.

He leans back on his palms, looking at the sky.

“I used to dream about what we could’ve been,” he admits.

You close your eyes.

“Me too.”

“But… I think I stopped waiting,” he says gently. “And that’s okay, right?”

You nod.

Even though it stings.

Even though your heart is breaking all over again—quietly, gently, like glass beneath a blanket.

“It is,” you reply. “It has to be.”

⸻

As you leave that night, he walks you halfway down the stairs before pausing.

He hands you something.

Your umbrella. From before.

You smile. “You remembered.”

He smiles back. “I always did.”

And then he says it—soft, final.

“Take care, okay?”

You nod. “You too, Sunoo.”

⸻

That night, you cry.

Not because he’s gone.

But because you finally let him go.

⸻

He still lingers, sometimes.

In songs. In places. In dreams.

But not like a ghost anymore.

More like… a memory that once meant everything.

And that?

That’s enough.

Time, like most things, moves on—whether you want it to or not.

You see Sunoo less after that rooftop night. Maybe by chance. Maybe by design. But it’s no longer painful. Just… a quiet space in your chest where something once lived.

You keep walking

⸻

One afternoon, you spot him across the street.

He’s laughing. He’s with someone.

You don’t stare. You don’t wave.

But you smile.

Not because it doesn’t hurt anymore—some parts of you still ache when it rains or when a song reminds you of him.

But because the hurt doesn’t anchor you down now.

You’re learning to live around it.

⸻

Your life becomes filled with new things.

A new favorite coffee order.

A new bench under a tree you sit at between classes.

A new friend who makes you laugh unexpectedly in the middle of a bad day.

You never really forget Sunoo.

But you stop waiting for him, too.

And that makes all the difference.

⸻

Then one day — spring, maybe—you walk into the campus art exhibit alone.

A quiet corner. A sketch. A familiar name on the label.

“A boy who loved softly.”

By Kim Sunoo.

It’s not signed. Not really.

But it’s his handwriting. You’d know it anywhere.

The sketch is gentle. A figure sitting beneath a tree.

You don’t know if it’s you.

You don’t ask.

You simply stand there.

Breathing.

⸻

Outside, the sun is beginning to set.

You sit by the edge of the campus lawn, wind brushing your hair back. The grass is warm from the sun. The sky is dipped in rose and orange.

You close your eyes.

And for a moment, it’s all okay.

⸻

Somewhere, he’s living too.

Maybe loving again.

Maybe drawing someone else’s smile now.

And you?

You’re still quiet. Still careful.

But your heart doesn’t flinch like it used to.

Maybe, one day, you’ll love someone again.

Maybe not.

But for now, you let the wind wrap around you.

You let the past rest.

And when the breeze shifts, carrying the faint hum of a melody you once knew—

You don’t turn around.

You just let it go.

⸻

minumulto.

but only sometimes now.

And never enough to keep you from walking forward.

permanent taglist: @ijustwannareadstuff20 @hoonielvv @rjssierjrie @firstclassjaylee @morganaawriterr @rikifever @daisyintherainsposts @kkamismom12 @pocketzlocket @semi-wife

a/n: was supposedly for my besties eyes only bet she insists i post it^^

155 notes · View notes

redrose10 · 3 months ago

Text

I hope you like it! Thanks for requesting. @suga-nya

Idol Yoongi x Female Reader. Friends to Lovers

Warnings: Slight amount of angst, insecurities, hints of smut but nothing explicit

Prompts in bold

💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

“Take the picture!”, you gritted through your teeth, “This cake is really heavy.” Taehyung was trying to shed to get the perfect shot but he did snap a few photos of you holding up your birthday cake at your “surprise” birthday party before Hoseok came and helped you put the cake on the table. It wasn’t really a surprise because being the executive accounting assistant you knew about all of the spending that went on at the company. When you saw a receipt for a birthday cake to be delivered on your birthday and balloons and a handwritten receipt that said birthday gift for Y/N…shhhh…don’t tell her, you knew it was coming. But it was still thoughtful and nice of them to go out of their way to set this up for you.

You couldn’t help but notice one important piece was missing though. Yoongi. Your best friend. For the last four years he had always been by your side. You hung out after work or before work if possible. Spoke on the one at least once a day. So for him to miss out on your birthday party stung a little bit.

You couldn’t say that you blamed him though. & it was the other way around there would have been no way you would have showed up to his party.

“I like you…like a lot Y/N. I uh I…I love you actually.”, he shyly said to you a week ago. You watched his ears turn bright red before he looked up at you, one of the rare times he held eye contact for more than a few seconds. You wanted to kiss him and tell him you loved him too, that you have for a while to be honest.

But his eyes looked so warm and sweet and loving and you just couldn’t be the one to hurt him so you decided to let him down early before you guys were in too deep,

“I’m…I…I’m sorry. I can’t. I have to go.”, you replied and walked out of his studio so he wouldn’t see you cry. Other than a text from him asking if you made it home safely that night you hadn’t heard from or seen him since.

“Not eating any cake?”, Namjoon asked startling you out of your day dream. “No.”, you laughed, “I saw a bunch of finger prints all over the frosting and I have a feeling they weren’t from the bakery.”, you said pointing at Jungkook and Jin manhandling the cake trying to slice and plate it.

“Yeah don’t blame you.”, he chuckled.

“Have you seen Yoongi today?”, you questioned even though you were already pretty sure of the answer, but you couldn’t help yourself.

“I saw him this morning. Said something about being busy in his studio all day.”

You hummed in acknowledgement.

“I can’t say that I blame him. Getting rejected by one of your best friends no less is pretty rough.”

“You know about that?”, you groaned.

“Of course I know about that. We’re like brothers. We tell each other everything.”

“How is he doing Joon?”, you quietly asked.

“Well.”, he chuckled, “He’s hurt, pretty heartbroken I’d say. I mean getting rejected sucks, but he’s a big boy. He can handle it. But…what I want to know is why?”

Your brows furrowed, “What do you mean why?”

“Y/N, we all know that you’ve had a huge crush on him for a while so why did you reject him when he confessed to you? You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to…it’s just been something I’ve been wondering about.”

“I um I just…”, you sighed, “He’s him and I’m me. That’s all. It’s one thing for me to have a crush on him, but knowing he also liked me made it too real. I panicked.”

“What do you mean by that?”, he asked. You hated that he did things like that. He played dumb so that you would have to talk through what you were feeling. You had seen him do it a million times with the rest of the group, but now you were on the receiving end.

“You know what I mean. He’s talented, successful, rich. He’s only dated other idols who are just as talented and beautiful as he is. And I…I sit behind a desk answering phone calls and collecting paperwork and inputting numbers into a system. I’m nowhere near being on his level. What will people think of they find out we’re dating? So I rejected him for his own good. I didn’t want him to regret it one day and then we’ll both be more upset.”

The way Namjoon let out a deep belly laugh surprised you. When he saw your face of anger he quickly coughed and changed his demeanor, “Sorry sorry, but Y/N you should know better than anyone that Yoongi doesn’t care about things like that. He doesn’t care about status or money or what others think. He likes you because you’re you. And you know he doesn’t take something like confessing lightly. So if he told you he loved you that means he really does love you. He’s never told anyone that before.”

Deep down you knew he was right, but it was hard to accept. You genuinely thought you were doing the right thing by rejecting him now so it didn’t end up in heartbreak later, but you were living with immense regret ever since.

“I’m not telling you how to live your life Y/N, but …”, he said reaching over and grabbing a slice of cake with the least amount of finger prints, “You know Yoongi loves confetti cake just as much as you do.”

You got the hint he was giving and took the cake, “Thanks Joon. I’ll take this up to him and maybe have a talk.”

Normally you’d just enter in the code to his studio and let yourself in without much thought. But after the recent events doing that felt strange and that saddened you. You knocked and waited a few moments before knocking again this time a little bit harder. When he still didn’t answer you were a little impatient so you decided to put in the code and enter the studio on your own before you lost the courage you currently had.

“I told you guys I’m busy.”, he grumbled when he heard the door beep without even looking away from the computer screen.

“Too busy for cake?”, you spoke making him jump because he wasn’t expecting to hear your voice. You giggled when you saw him spin around in his chair so fast nearly falling out of it.

“Y/N, wh-what are you doing here?”

You held up the slice of cake, “It’s confetti. Our favorite!”

“Thank you. I’m uh I’m sorry I couldn’t make it. I’m just really busy and have to get this song done by the deadline and…”

“It’s okay.”, you cut him off before he could continue his rant, “I understand why you weren’t there.”

He sat down on the leather couch next to you giving a tight lipped smile, but didn’t say anything.

“Y/N”

“Yoongi”

You both laughed at the coincidence. “You first.”, you said.

He took a deep breath, “Y/N…I’m sorry about the other day. I never meant to make you uncomfortable. I guess I…I guess I just misread some things between us and I thought you liked me too.”

“I do!”, you jumped up before feeling a little embarrassed and clearing your throat and sitting back down, “I mean I do like you too.”

“Then why…”, he turned to look at you, “Then why did you leave like that the other day?”

“Um…well I just thought I was doing the right thing because I didn’t want you to end up regretting it.”

“What?!”, he laughed, “I would never regret anything about you or us.”

“I know I know. It’s just that you’re you and I’m me and I didn’t see us working out in the long run because of that.”

“Mmmhhm I see now.”, he said scooting a little closer to you, “Y/N, I didn’t mean to fall in love with you, but that doesn’t mean I regret it one bit. I love who you are as a person. I love how kind you are and how sweet and thoughtful you are. I think you’re beautiful and smart and the best thing to ever happen to me. I mean all of that. And I can’t guarantee we’d be together forever, but I have no plans of ever letting you go.”

You buried your face into his neck feeling overwhelmed, “I love you too Yoongi.”

You could feel him shuffling around a little bit. “Hey look at me.”, he said tapping your forehead, “Happy birthday Y/N.”

You looked down at the black box wrapped in a red bow.

“I was gonna have Jimin distract you so I could put it on your desk before you left for the day.”

Excitedly you untied the bow and snapped open the black velvet box. “Wow Yoongi. It’s gorgeous. Thank you so much!”, you said handing him the necklace and turning around so he could clasp it around your neck. When he was done you looked down at the sparkly daisy pendant with a smile.

“Oh! Here have some cake!“, you said reaching for the plate, but he beat you to it.

“No, I should be feeding cake to the birthday girl.”

“But confetti cake is your favorite.”

“Yes, but it’s also your favorite too.”

The two of you bickered back and forth while fighting for control of the fork. One thing led to another and next thing you knew somehow the slice of cake toppled over and slid down your face onto your chest leaving a trail of frosting all the way down to your thighs and onto the floor.

“Oh no I’m sorry.”, he giggled while searching for a napkin to clean you up.

“No it’s okay. I don’t mind. I hate this shirt anyways.”, you giggled along with him.

“You could always take it off.”, he said while wiping away at the frosting on your cheek, “Only if you want to that is.”, he added. Both of your cheeks blushed.

Your fingers had a mind of their own as they quickly undid the buttons pulling off the scratchy material you always hated. You sat there just in your skirt and black lace bra feeling very exposed.

When you noticed Yoongi staring at you intently your cheeks heated up in embarrassment even more and you tried to hide your face with your hands, but he stopped you.

“Does it make you nervous when I stare?”, he rasped. His voice deeper than normal.

You nodded, “Yeah a little.”

“Don’t be.”, he shook his head, “You have nothing to be nervous about around me. I think you’re beautiful Y/N. Every single bit of you.”

He leaned over and engulfed your lips into a kiss which you happily reciprocated.

“Do you want to go further?”, he pulled away to ask.

You nodded, “Yes please.”

So he pushed you back onto the couch spreading your legs to make some room for him.

He took the slice of cake smearing more of the frosting all over your body.

Then he licked at the frosting on your skin. First on your chest before moving down to your thighs. His tongue warm and soft and causing your excitement to build.

“Okay princess. Let me make this a birthday you’ll never forget.”, he smirked before undoing his belt.

He leaned in for another kiss before pulling down your skirt and tossing it somewhere in the corner of the room.

His kiss tasted like sugar and cream and vanilla and god you loved confetti cake.

#bts #yoongi x reader #yoongi fanfic #bts x reader #min yoongi #bts fanfic #yoongi fic #yoongi x y/n #bts yoongi #yoongi fluff #yoongi #bts fluff #bts prompt game

193 notes · View notes

seumyo · 2 months ago

Note

you asked and i shall deliver!!!. never seen you before but whatever ehe

a bit cliche, but do a vtuber reader x idia. I've been obsessed with this concept for whatever reason but I am way too lazy to write about it!!

if you want to you can do other characters ofc, but I just need a vtuber reader lololol

- 🌼 (idk i just like this emoji)

IDIA SHROUD ✰ FANBOY.EXE

NOTE. I love this prompt now (ﾉ ˃ˋᗜˊ˂ )ﾉ I might make another post with another version—maybe a more in-depth headcanons of fanboy!idia and vtuber!reader; just really wanted Idia to be reader’s VTuber model artist in this one !!

It all started with the artist behind your VTuber model. You didn’t know him. Well, you did—technically. His username was Thanatos, a well-known but highly elusive illustrator and Live2D animator who had a reputation for only taking on projects he found personally interesting.

It had been pure luck that he accepted your request in the first place.

You had sent him a formal commission request with a concept sheet, expecting radio silence or maybe a polite rejection. Instead, you got a response within the same day.

Accepting the commission. No revisions after initial sketch.

It had been brief, almost cold, but that was fine. He was an artist in high demand, and you weren’t about to risk annoying him. True to his word, he worked quickly. Within a week, you had a breathtaking, fully rigged VTuber model that moved like an absolute dream. The expressions, the fluidity of motion—everything was perfect.

You were overjoyed. You followed it with a generous tip immediately and sent a long thank-you message.

Thank you so much!! It’s even better than I imagined! You’re amazing!!

No response. Not that you expected one. Thanatos had already moved on, and you should too.

Idia knew about your actual debut a month later.

He had no reason to be watching. None. He had no attachment to this commission—it was just another job. But the moment you went live, his fingers were captivated toward the keyboard before he even realized what he was doing.

You were streaming.

With the model he made.

Using the animations he painstakingly rigged for months.

…It wouldn’t hurt to check, right? Just a little? For quality control.

His screen was already open before he finished that thought.

At first, he convinced himself it was a professional curiosity. He was just making sure his work functioned properly in a real-time setting. But then he heard your voice.

“Hello, hello! How is everyone doing today?”

You had a warm, welcoming voice that filled the empty space of his room like a summer breeze through an open window. You weren’t overly polished or exaggerated—you just seemed genuinely happy to be here.

And the way you moved—

He hadn’t noticed before, when you two were going through some test runs via call, but you had an adorable habit of tilting your head slightly whenever you were thinking and how you bounced subtly in your seat whenever you got excited. These were all movements he had programmed, but seeing them now, paired with your real-time reactions, it felt… like something else.

Something that will haunt him very soon.

His chest felt tight. He didn’t like that feeling.

He minimized the tab.

He closed it entirely.

…Then reopened it in an incognito window.

Not because he cared. Obviously. It was just research.

Right.

At least, that was what he told himself. Until the next stream. And the next. And then, before he knew it, he was a regular viewer.

Not publicly, of course. No, he lurked in the chat like a ghost, watching you without making his presence known. Every laugh, every excited gasp, every soft, murmured “thank you” to your viewers kept him hooked in place. It wasn’t just your voice—it was the way you carried yourself. You were unguarded, genuine.

It’s rare for him to see that nowadays.

He started to recognize the regulars in chat. A user named StarGazer89 who always sent supportive messages. MuffinMan, who donated too much and made you flustered every time. VoidPrince, who constantly made inside jokes that you played along with.

Idia was none of these people.

His username? User492015.

Generic. Disposable. Untraceable.

Not that you’d ever notice him. Which was exactly how he wanted it.

Probably.

But then something happened.

One night, during a casual chatting stream, you leaned forward slightly, resting your chin in your hands as your model mirrored the motion. “Ahh, I really lucked out with my artist,” you mused, your voice warm with gratitude. “Thanatos, if you’re out there—thank you again! I still can't believe someone like you took my commission.”

His breath hitched.

His fingers hovered over his keyboard.

He could say something. Just a simple “you’re welcome”—no one would even know it was him. They’d probably think he was delusional.

Instead, he closed the stream.

His heart was beating too fast. It was stupid. He was being stupid.

This was just a job. Just a commission.

So why did he feel like some kind of phantom, watching from the shadows, unable to reach out? Why did he get attached to you?

Idia knew he shouldn’t make it a big deal.

That he’s a big deal or that you’re a big deal to him. He doesn’t understand anymore.

As much as he hated dealing with people, he couldn’t deny it—Thanatos was one of the most sought-after VTuber artists in the industry. Everyone wanted a model from him, from corporate VTubers to indie up-and-comers hoping for a miracle. His commissions filled up within seconds. His rates were high—stupidly high. And yet, people were more than willing to pay.

He was used to clients freaking out when they got a slot. Used to them gushing, spamming thank-you messages, treating him like some kind of god of Live2D.

You, on the other hand? You had been normal about it, though it was evident how excited you were to work with him.

Oh, thank you for accepting! I’m excited to work with you!

No excessive flattery, no begging for a rushed commission, and no asking for discounts despite his prices being borderline robbery. You had sent over your references, paid upfront, and patiently waited.

Professional. Efficient. A dream client.

So why—why—had he ended up like this?

Why was he sitting in his room, watching your stream every single night like some desperate, diehard fan? Why was he buying your merch, collecting keychains, standees, and even the limited-edition tapestry that sold out in minutes?

Why was he spending more money on you than you had on your model?

Idia groaned, slumping over his desk as your latest stream played on his second monitor.

“This is so bad. So bad. I’m supposed to be a professional. I’m literally a big-name artist—people in the industry respectme. And now I’m sitting here like some pathetic fanboy, throwing my money at her like—“

A notification popped up.

Your donation of ¥75000 has been sent successfully!

Idia froze.

He had done it again.

“NOOOOOOOOOOO—“

He slammed his forehead against the desk, as if that would somehow undo his actions.

Why was he like this?!

He had never donated to streamers before. Ever. But with you, it had started with small amounts—¥1000 here, ¥2000 there. And then it escalated. He had no self-control. He had literally spent more on your streams than you had paid him for your model at this point.

And the worst part? You noticed. Always.

“Oh! Another big donation from ‘GhostKing999’! Thank you so much!”

You didn’t even know GhostKing999 was Thanatos.

Since when did go from User492015 to GhostKing999?

Maybe that should’ve been a warning for him.

You sounded so genuinely happy. Idia felt like he was going to die. He probably should.

Not because he wanted you to notice him, specifically. No way. He wasn’t some creepy, obsessive fan trying to force attention. He just… liked supporting you. Liked seeing you excited when you reached a donation goal. Liked the way you always took the time to thank your chat, no matter how big you got.

But god, he was in so deep.

And then, as if the universe wanted to kill him completely, it happened. Again. A common question that would probably get him to be a millionaire whenever other people asked his former clients.

Someone in chat asked, “Who made your model?”

And just like every other time, you answered without hesitation.

“Thanatos! I was super lucky to get a slot in their commissions! And when I got another slot, I had to go all out and even commission my winter, summer, and formal looks.”

Idia screamed into his pillow.

Why—why—did you always say it like that? Like he was some kind of mythical being you had miraculously summoned into existence? Did you have any idea how much he respected you? How much effort had he put into making your model perfect, even going above and beyond what you paid for?

Maybe he liked your vision for your model.

Maybe he just liked you in general before he knew it.

Maybe he like-liked you the more he thought about it—

Ok, stop, Idia Shroud, think about how weird that sounds. He barely even met you in person.

He peeked back at the screen.

You had that little, thoughtful smile on your face. The one you did when you were about to get all sentimental.

“I know they don’t really talk much, but… yeah. I was really lucky,” you said softly. “Thanatos did an amazing job. I still can’t believe I have this model sometimes. If they’re ever watching—thank you. Seriously. And I wish all other aspiring VTubers manifest their slot in Thanatos’ commissions soon!”

Idia short-circuited.

His chair nearly tipped over as he wheezed, trying to process the fact that his client—his former client—his CRUSH was sitting there, thanking him in front of thousands of people, completely unaware that he was watching.

That he was always watching.

That he was your biggest fan now.

“Oh my god, I need to log off. I need to uninstall the internet. I need to throw my entire PC out the window—“

His phone buzzed.

Another donation confirmation.

¥100000

From him.

To you.

Well, most of the earnings he got from commission were certainly going somewhere.

He screamed again.

278 notes · View notes

gilverrwrites · 10 months ago

Note

Something cute and smutty with either Tim Drake or Roy ?

AND: What about a one bed trope for Tim pls??

Dream a little dream of me

Tim Drake/Reader, ≈1.8K AN: I don't know if theres such a phrases as 'porn first, questions later' but thats what this is lmao. I'm glad theres an audience for Tim, cause as much as I love the other Robins (wink wink Dick), as a bisexual 90s kid, Tim really is my Robin, ya know? CWs: Somnophilia (but not really), dry humping, intercrural sex/thigh job, hand job, Petnames: Baby, sweetheart Tropes: One bed, friends to lovers, porn with feelings. GN!Reader

Sleeping beside you is neither new nor unusual for Tim. You’d been close friends for years, he’d crashed in your bed after many a patrol, you’d had film or study nights at the manor which always ended with you hogging his bed sheets, and in more recent years you’d huddled together on the cramped mattress he called a bed in the lower deck of his boat on multiple occasions. It had always been so natural and innocent, so why was this hotel bed any different? Well, because his budding, inappropriate crush on you had grown in the time since you’d last shared a comforter; Tim had been having not-so-innocent dreams about you.

Dreams where he got to touch, tease, and taste every inch of your exposed skin until you’re a babbling, pleading mess. Dreams where he silenced your breathy cries and begs by telling you to “be good baby”, spreading your legs, and running the tip of his cock along your entrance. Where you look at him with those big, dreamy eyes of yours right up until it’s too much, until he’s bottomed out inside of you and you can’t help but throw your head back, calling out his name as you dig your nails into his back.

“That feels... so… good.” The sound of your voice calls out to him, but your dream self is in no position to be speaking so coherently.

Wait, dream?

His mind is fuzzy as he wakes, still heavy with sleep, part of his brain tries desperately to clutch onto the fleeting imagery in his head until he realises two very important things;

1. Your body is pressed against his. You’re turned away from him, but he can still feel your warmth, the pressure of your back to his chest, your ass to his… crotch. 2. His ‘crotch’ is rock hard.

Despite all instinct telling him to immediately pull away, he waits. Concerned his sudden movement might cause you to stir, he slows himself. Forcing his body to hold back so he can remove himself in increments. Just a little bit, and then a bit more, and more? He swears he’s doing it, swears he’s at least half a foot away from where he’d been upon waking, but you’re still pushing against him, still rolling your hips.

“Tim~”

It’s at this moment Tim has a third, pivotal realisation.

3. You’re grinding on him.

The sound of Tim’s low voice whispering your name against the shell of your ear slowly coaxs you awake. Every warm breath against your skin sends a rush of heat to your already aching sex. You’d been having such a peaceful, steamy dream in which your best friend, and secret crush; Tim had been tenderly rocking his cock into you from behind. As you take in the hotel room and the hotness of Tim’s body spooning into you, you can’t tell if you’re awake or still dreaming.

“Can you feel that?” His hushed voice pierces the quietness of the room and you’re not sure what he’s talking about until he surges forward, further pressing the hardness of his clothes cock into the curve of your ass.

“Yes.” You murmur, only intending to answer his question but your sleeply lust-ridden psyche keeps talking. “Don’t stop, I like it.”

“Yeah?” He’s so grateful you’re not looking at him in that moment, otherwise, you’d see the undeniable redness currently rushing to his cheeks. Even in the dark of the night, he’s sure it’s glowing through. “I think we’ve been humping each other in our sleep.”

“I’m sorry.” The fear of his rejection is immediately thrown out when you feel his lips on your pulse point, but you have to ask anyway. “Do you want to stop?”

“No, no, god no.” He trails soft kisses along the side of your neck, each one growing sloppier until he finds and fixates on your jaw for far too short a time. “You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasised about this. About you. I want you so bad.”

“I want you too, Tim.” A million and one thoughts run through his head in that moment. How much time had the two of you wasted skirting around the subject? What does this mean for your future and your friendship? The only thing he doesn’t think of as he absent-mindedly ruts against you is the one you ask. “Do you have any protection?”

“I have my Red Robin suit in my case.” It’s a dumb joke he can’t help but make, you laugh anyway and he thinks he might love you for it.

“No, but that’s okay. We can make this work.” You hear the snap of your waistband hitting your hip before you feel it. Tim had playfully pulled it taught before letting go to pull down his boxers. Getting the point, you take his cue, shimmying out of your own underwear just in time for Tim to reattach himself to your back and press his open mouth to your shoulder. “Spread your legs baby.”

As you do, Tim slides his cock between them. You wish you’d turned the light on so you could get a better look, but no force on earth could pry you away from him now. Understanding his plan, you don’t wait to be told to close your legs again, engulfing his length with the soft skin of your inner thighs and slowly beginning to rock your hips.

Tim reached over your body, grazing his deft fingers around your waist and across your stomach. A whine escapes your lips as he dips lower to rub along the length of your arousal, his cock twitches between your legs. Knowing it's so close makes you feel empty, makes you ache to feel him deep inside you, makes the tension in your core coil even more.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re dripping.” He can hear the wonderment in his own voice as he glides his thumb around you. In response you clench your thighs even harder around his cock, making him groan into your neck.

It isn’t long before your grinding hard and fast around his dick, gripping his arm as you get lost in the moment. The combined sensations feels so good, and you can’t get enough.

Neither can Tim. He could never have dreamed that the reality would feel so good. He’s in awe of the way your body moves, of the pornographic noises you’re making for him. He can barely focus. He wants to hold on longer, wants to bask in your warmth and scent for as long as possible but your merciless rhythm and the feel of your thighs around his throbbing cock has him chasing his climax way too soon.

“Are you close?” He sputters. You answer with a string of incomprehensible whimpers and a weak nod. He isn’t even in you, and you’re already drunk on your best friend. You’d be ashamed if you had the capacity to care in that moment. “Come with me?”

It’s a question, not a command. This is a partnership, he wants you to feel connected, not controlled and that has your toes curling.

Simultaneously your thrusting becomes strained, and more erratic as his pumping grows faster, and sloppier, both of you getting lost in your highs but still determined to ride out the other, filling the room with deep, ragged breaths until you’re shuddering in his arms, savouring every last remnants of pleasure. The way his strong hands cup your body has you feeling safe in your post-orgasm euphoria.

It isn’t until you feel the moisture of your combined cum seeping into the fabric below you that you remember there’s a world outside of you and him. You sit up simultaneously, Tim reaches for the bedside lamp and is stunned by the sight of your sweat-sheened skin and heavy eyes when he turns back. Completely unaware that you’re thinking the same thing about his flushed cheeks and fluffy bedhead.

You gesture to the puddle you’re currently half-sat in and joke; “The hotel cleaners are going to hate us.”

Before you can exit the bed, Tim is on his feet and rushing to the ensuite. He returns a moment later with a roll of tissues and a damp cloth. You’ve rolled over, face down on his side of the bed in an attempt not to spread the fluids even more and he gets to work wiping the cum from your leg in slow, circular motions. It shouldn’t take this long, you both know it, he’s just enjoying the moment.

“That was really…” You’d wanted to fill the silence, but now you’re not sure how to finish, you don’t want to scare him away with your excitement, but you want him to know how good he made you feel. “Really wow.”

“Really wow.” He repeats with a teasing snicker, dodging when you reach out to playfully smack his shoulder. “What? What? It was wow.”

He’s teasing. With a 147 IQ, he knows a better word than wow, but he’s choosing to repeat yours, tone and all. It’s not like he hasn’t messed with you before, and you’ve always been able to dish it back, but now feels different. Now is different.

“So, I take it we’re not just friends anymore?” You ask as he climbs over you to work on the wet patch. Eventually, he finds a position kneeling at the bottom of the bed, and you roll over once more, now seated and positioned to watch him.

“Um, no.” He coughs, not to clear his throat but to prolong his time to think of an answer. Your gaze is making him nervous. He doesn’t know what you want him to say, doesn’t want to come on too strong and ruin your friendship, but he also doesn’t want to seem too lax, to make you think he’s just using you or that he’s not interested in something more than friendship. “Friends definitely don’t do that.”

“So, what are we?” You push, not missing the way his adams-apple bobs as he swallows back his nerves.

“I don’t know.” His chest immediately grows tight at the hurt look that spreads across your face. Fuck it, now or never. “But whatever we are, I’m yours.”

Your expression doesn’t immediately change, and he worries he’s misread your reaction. Assumed that you want him the way he wants you.

“If you want me that is.” He continues, trying to save face.

“Of course, I want you, Tim.” He hadn’t realised how tense the conversation was making him until he heard those magic words. In seconds you’re face to face with him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him close to offer your body as comfort. You’ve always been able to read and react to him so well, like you were programmed for him. “You can be mine, if I can be yours.”

Then he feels your lips pucker against his hairline, and despite having climaxed between your legs only minutes earlier, he’s suddenly more nervous than he’s ever been. Gently, you drag your lips down his face, leaving kisses along his brow line, his cheekbones, and his jowls until you're inches from his own lips.

Your eyes dart back and forth between his own eyes and his mouth, he licks his lips in preparation for yours and then you’re on him, lips locked, tangled in each other’s arms.

There’s a drying stain waiting to be cleaned, and a long day ahead of you both tomorrow, but right now none of that matters.

#gilverrwrites #dc #tim drake #red robin #tim drake/reader #tim drake x reader #red robin x reader #red robin/reader #smut #anon #divider by @anitalenia

530 notes · View notes

my-mind-mansion · 3 months ago

Text

❤️Alastor takes you on a date for valentines day❤️

(And makes whoopee with you afterwards lol) {Alastor x reader/ sex with meaning/ mild vanilla missionary sex/ fem receiving/ romance/ romantic sex/ slow burn/ Valentine’s special.}

This year was no different than every year previous. You had no plans for valentines day and had already gotten ready for bed (it was 5 pm). Once you settled on the couch in your pajamas, Alastor came bursting through the door with a huge grin on his face. He was up to something, you could tell. He stood directly in front of the tv and demanded you give him your full attention. You smiled and put your phone down. “My dear, I have something important I’d like to say to you.” He said, hardly containing his excitement.

You sat up straight and leaned forward. “We’ve been spending a lot of time together lately and.. well, this connection I have with you.. I’ve never had it with anyone else.. so, I was hoping you’d be my valentine! And let me spoil you with a romantic outing!” He got down on one knee as he pulled out the traditional bouquet of red roses from behind his back. You gasped and blushed. This was the last thing you were expecting of Alastor. It was true that the two of you had spent a lot of time together and you were more than well-acquainted. Alastor was quite the dreamboat, especially on his knees, practically courting you like this.

Your heart and mind competed in speed over who was racing faster. You sat there, stunned and in silence. Your non-response stung like rejection in Alastor’s chest. “Oh please say yes! I’ve made reservations for places I just KNOW you’ll love!” He said, as you slowly grabbed the bouquet. You were unsure. “You’re.. not messing with me, right?” You asked. While this is what you dreamed of at night, it was extremely out of character for him. “Of course not!” He stood up and snapped his fingers, instantly changing his daily suit into a fancier tailcoat. You blushed even deeper red. Wow he was handsome. “Now, I want you ready in an hour! I’ll be waiting right here.” He said, sitting on the couch and turning the tv off.

Without another word, you made your way to your bedroom to get ready. You were nervous. You quickly did your makeup, hair, and picked out your outfit and accessories in silence. You were still uneasy. While you wanted this to be true, Alastor was a trickster and a deal maker. You sprayed perfume and grabbed your phone. You headed back to the living room and met Alastor’s gaze. You saw him physically react to seeing you all dolled up. His hungry eyes were feeding on you as his cheeks flushed pink.

You met him halfway in the room. His hands were immediately on your body, feeling you up. He leaned into your hair and inhaled your scent. He sighed lustfully. Your skin was burning up. He casually kissed your neck. Your knees became weak as you nearly collapsed in his arms. You looked up at him with big eyes. His smile softened. “You look beautiful, dear.” He said. You swooned and giggled before collecting yourself and pulling away. “Alastor.. are you sure you’re serious?” You asked, insecurity present in your voice. He pulled you back in. “Yes.” He kissed your lips. You were speechless as he pulled away. “I want you. And I’m going to give you a valentines date to remember.” You stared up at him. That was the first kiss the two of you shared.

“Now come on, I know you’re hungry. First up is your favorite restaurant!” He offered his arm, which you immediately accepted and held onto. You leaned into him with a dazed smile as the two of you strolled the sidewalks of hell. He walked with pride, puffing out his chest; as you clung to his arm and followed along without a care. You knew he would protect you, because nobody wanted to mess with the Radio Demon. It felt nice to be able to basically turn your brain off and follow him blindly. He seemed proud to have you on his arm as he greeted his fellow overlords when they passed by.

The dinner you shared was damn perfect. He held every door for you, pulled out your chair, and ordered you dessert. While your favorite restaurant’s food was always good, Alastor is what made the experience perfect. “So sweetheart, I hear the local theater is doing a production of Phantom of the Opera.” You perked up in excitement. His smile grew softer as he pulled out two tickets from his pocket. You blushed and batted your eyelashes at him as he tucked them back into his pocket. “I just wanted to let you know, I do pay attention..” you listened. “..and there’s good reason for you to not give me your complete trust.”

You watched as he snapped his fingers and summoned a demonic document. “But I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. I want you to have a good time tonight, and you have my genuine word that my intentions are pure.” He said, signing the paper. “Did you just make a deal with yourself?” You asked him. “No. This deal states that if I’m lying, you gain full access to whatever punishment for me that you see fit.” He said, snapping it away again. You were speechless. He had really made the effort to reassure you in his own twisted way.“Anyway, I’m excited to see Phantom. I’ve actually never seen it live, have you?” He casually went on with the conversation.

You viewed him in a different light the rest of the evening. Little things that he would do meant the world to you. He constantly checked up on your mood by making quiet observations. Not once did he put you in a stressful or uncomfortable situation. The entire evening, he handled the conversations when anyone dared to question what the two of you were doing out together. There was also no way he was letting any man disrespect you. “If you know what’s best for you, you’ll leave us the hell alone.” He said dangerously to the drunk man in the restaurant who would’ve followed you home, if you were out on your own.

Once the two of you were back outside after your meal, you hummed girlishly and clung to his arm again, without a care in the world. He chuckled under his breath. “You seem to be enjoying yourself, dear.” He observed. You blushed and smiled up at him. “I am.” He brushed the lint off of your back and fixed your hair. You felt seen. Maybe he was serious about this. “Well, our next stop is the theater!”

The show went as expected and you lip synced nearly every word. Alastor held your hand during All I Ask of You. After the show, he led you out of the theater. You shivered. It had gotten chilly during the musical. The Radio Demon immediately draped his coat over your shoulders and wrapped his arm around you as you walked with him. “Alastor.. I’ve never felt this taken care of before..” you said, showing him an ounce of vulnerability. He stopped and picked a wild flower. “I promise that you’ll never feel neglected again.” He said, handing you the singular small flower. You took it and tucked it behind your ear. You would surely press it into a book later.

The two of you walked through the nicer side of hell- the park. The bushes and trees were illuminated by the brightly lit full moon above. You swore you heard ragtime radio in the air. Alastor smirked, noticing your reaction. The atmosphere was perfect for a midnight stroll and a romantic moment. He knew this. He had planned this for weeks. Your attention was caught on the dimly lit gazebo off the trail. “Since when does the city decorate for valentines day?” You asked him. He smirked. “They don’t.” He responded, slyly. Your eyes widened.

He pulled back the semi-see-through tule curtain, revealing the setting inside. “After you, sweetheart.” He said, motioning for you to enter first. It was straight out of a fairy tale book. The curtains provided privacy, but also let in the fresh breeze. There were dim lights strung through the ceiling and a rainbow of different flowers up the sides and the walls. You took it all in. There was a tray of multiple different alcohol choices in the corner. Next to it, his radio. The ragtime smoothly transitioned into a jazzier song.

He joined you inside and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in. “What would you like to drink, my love?” You were over the moon. “Oh- I- well-“ you hugged him and smiled. “Whatever you pour is fine.” He gave a soft laugh and poured two half glasses of the same wine. “Why don’t you try my favorite first and tell me what you think?” He handed you your glass. You sipped it once and quickly sipped it again. It was sweet, but smooth. “I definitely like it!” You said, finishing the first glass within seconds. “Well, I’ll say you do!” He chuckled and poured you a different drink. “How about this one?” You tasted it. “Mmm…” You learned very quickly that Alastor had great taste in fine wines.

The two of you were 5 or 6 drinks deep. You leaned into his chest, blinking up at him. It was getting warm- what with the combination of the wine, the curtains, and the tension between you two. He casually removed his coat from your shoulders and tossed it to the side. The jazz had turned into a hint of a slow waltz, exactly as planned. He took your hand in his and smiled down at you, drunkenly. His other hand was on your waist, swaying you to the beat of the music. You blushed. You could tell that he put effort into this entire date.

You wrapped your free hand around his shoulder, only clothed with his fancy fitted button up. You looked at the charming man in front of you. His perfectly dapper appearance was becoming slightly disheveled, due to the alcohol. You loved his silly old-timey accessories- his monocle- his pocket watch- his bowtie. His eyes were on yours and you couldn’t look away. You had never seen this side of Alastor before and it was better than you could’ve ever imagined. Soon, your eyes started to wander.

The wine gave you the confidence to run your fingertips down his back and explore every part of his backside, basically feeling him up. You weren’t even hiding the fact that you were checking him out, biting your lip as you took in how well-dressed he was. His shirt, tucked into his flattering fitted slacks, was an even more enticing view now that you were drunk. You grabbed his hips and ran your hands over his backside, groping him. He gasped, but allowed it. His bowtie, in desperate need of tightening, was simply begging you to pull it untied. You did. You couldn’t stop yourself from unbuttoning the top button of his shirt, either. He allowed it, but was taken aback. You leaned in and kissed his neck, that was taunting you all night. You got the desired response. He let out a breathy, weak gasp and moan that you felt deep to your core. You hugged him and he hugged you back, holding each other and giggling. “Alastor.. take me home~” you sweet talked him as you played with his hair. He instantly teleported the both of you back to the hallway of the hotel.

The two of you definitely had way too much to drink as you stumbled into his bedroom. He locked the door behind him and eyed you up and down as you got on his bed. You bit your lip lustfully and signaled him over with your finger. He couldn’t hold himself back from immediately pinning you to his bed and getting on top of you. You, in return, pulled him in close by wrapping your arms and legs around him. You smiled up at him.

The heat between your thighs was unbearable as he pressed his throbbing erection against it. You had only fantasized about him on top of you like this, and now it was your reality. He kissed you as he gently rubbed the huge bulge in his pants against the thin fabric of your underwear. You continued to hold him tight against you, pulling him in even closer. It was obvious you wanted him. The Radio Demon never broke eye contact with you as he slid your underwear off and unzipped his pants.

You felt his warm shaft introduce itself to the drenched folds between your legs. The Radio Demon rubbed himself up and down your soaked slit, not entering yet. You recalled the conversations the two of you had throughout the night and ran your fingers through his hair. You shivered when his pre-cum soaked head met your aroused clit. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips as he gave your clit the attention it needed. You threw your head back and smiled.

He couldn’t help but slide his hand between your thighs and go right for the sensitive bundle of nerves at your core. Alastor lovingly rubbed it left and right with his finger. The waves of pleasure were washing over your body as your fluids multiplied and dripped down. “A-Alastor.. fuck me..” you begged him, running your hands over his broad shoulders. He didn’t need to be told twice. He smirked down at you and pressed the head of his cock against your entrance.

The two of you never broke eye contact as he slid his shaft into your slick sheath, painfully slow. You enjoyed every second as he nestled himself inside of you. He was soon balls deep, head pressing impatiently against the entrance to your womb, and face contorting in pleasure. You both gasped uncontrollably. You were united in the most intimate way. You cupped his face with both of your hands and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. The mumbles of ecstasy that he made against your lips were causing your walls to pulse and squeeze him tighter.

He began his thrusting, still going painfully slow. He wanted to make sure he treated you like the most fragile glass figurine. He had a secret fear of harming you, and did everything in his power to prevent it. He knew that he was powerful, strong, scary even. He took his time running his hands over your body and grabbing your hips, using them as leverage to push himself into you. He treated you with the utmost care and consideration, even though he was drunk. You clung to his shoulders, writhing underneath him as you curled your toes behind his back.

Your first time with the Radio Demon was an out-worldly experience. It was warm, romantic, and you felt every single inch of him. His name was under your breath at every thrust. Alastor was very vocal when he was in pleasure, not holding back a single moan. You looked up at the beautiful man on top of you. His tailcoat was long gone, thrown to the side somewhere; his slacks were somewhere nearby. His bowtie was untied and hanging from his neck, moving with him at every thrust. His fitted dress shirt had turned into a wrinkled sweaty mess, the top 4 buttons undone.

His eyes were on your face, his radio dials starting to become present. You could tell he was holding back, and you appreciated him being so gentle with you the first time. The next time though, you would make sure that you requested the sadistic, unfiltered, overlord demon to fuck you. You noticed he was even having a hard time holding back now, his tentacles and antlers peaking through. The radio on his nightstand emitted crackling static and the lights throughout the hotel flickered. “I- I’m close..” he whimpered in your ear. It felt incredible seeing this vulnerable side of Alastor.

Your ankles locked behind his back and your arms pulled his body flush against yours. “Cum inside of me~” you begged. There was no way he had the strength to pull out now. Not like he was planning to in the first place. His tentacles grew and wrapped around your waist as you heard eldritch wendigo squeals. You held him tight against you as he nearly transformed into his full demon form. He took one final deep thrust and spilled his seed into you. Your pussy throbbed as it got filled to the brim with his cum. Getting bred by Alastor was something you’ve only dreamed of. The two of you enjoyed the realm of pleasure that you created together as he stayed inside of you for a moment.

You were both out of breath as he rolled over by your side and scooped you up into his embrace. “Put your head on my chest, sweetheart.” You did. You wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled your face into him. You were mentally in outer space as you got to cuddle with your fluffy deer man. You giggled in his arms. He smiled down at you. “You are so incredible.” He praised, playing with your hair. “..and beautiful.” He kissed your forehead. His face was nuzzled into your hair as he held you against his chest. “You mean so much to me.” He spoke softly, rubbing your back. You continued to cling onto him, fully processing what had just happened. You thought back to the deal he made over dinner, how reassured you had felt then. You feel even more cared for now, after his passionate love-making. You looked up at him, nearly half asleep, but wanting to kiss him again. You puckered your lips. He held you close and lazily brushed his lips against yours. You both fell asleep like that, wrapped in each other’s embraces; your faces inches away from each other.

{First NSFW post!!}

#alastor radio demon #alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel #radio demon #smut #alastor smut

170 notes · View notes