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I can do it for you
â Synopsis: After years dealing with everything alone, you stumble upon an old wishbook from your past. And you jokingly writes down your ideal boyfriend, Mingyu. To your surprise, Mingyu magically appears in your couch. â WC: 8k â WARNINGS: Smut, fantasy, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, oral (f.receiving), g'spot stimulation, overstimulation, oversensitivity, sex fluids and... HOUSEWIFE MINGYU?!
You've always been one of those independent souls since you were knee-high to a grasshopper. Nobody had to tell you how to tie your shoes or pour your own cereal; you were on it like a hawk on a mouse. That's just how you rolled.
Every morning, without fail, the alarm clock would screech you awake. You'd drag yourself out of bed, bleary-eyed and half-asleep, but ready to tackle whatever the day threw at you. Bleary-eyed, you'd stumble out of bed, wishing for just a few more minutes of shut-eye.
Then it was off into the madhouse of morning traffic. Cars honking, people yellingâit was like a scene straight out of a circus. One hand massaging your temple, while the other holds the wheel, again, what would be the excuse about being late for your supervisee?
Once you strutted into the office, it was game time. Arms loaded up with documents, and the sound of your heels echoing through the corridors until you plopped down at your desk. Your boss, with his constant nitpicking, was like a pesky mosquito buzzing around your head, while you practically sizzled your fingertips on the keyboard.
As the end of the month drew near, it was like a race against the clock in the department. Everyone was scrambling to wrap up their projects, racing against time like sprinters gunning for the finish line. The hours seemed to slip through their fingers like grains of sand in an hourglass.
Phones were ringing off the hook, papers were flying left and right, and the clickety-clack of keyboards filled the air like a drumbeat. It was a whirlwind of activity, with no time to spare for even a quick breather.
As you finally left the building, the thought of tackling the grocery store was the furthest thing from your mind. Rush hour was in full swing, and the last thing you wanted was to spend a few more hours stuck in traffic.Â
With a sigh of exhaustion, you let your purse plop onto the couch, and you dashed towards the bathroom, craving the comfort of a hot shower to wash away the day's stress. But as soon as you twisted the knob to turn on the water, you were met with a disappointing blast of icy coldness. Great, just what you neededâa malfunctioning shower.
You knew the drill all too well. The resistance had probably burned out again, leaving you with no choice but to endure a bone-chilling cold shower. Normally, you'd roll up your sleeves and tackle the problem head-on, but right now, the thought of dealing with it was more than you could bear.
So, with a resigned shrug, you decided to tough it out. A cold shower was better than no shower at all, and besides, you were too tired to bother with fixing it tonight. As you stepped under the frigid stream of water, you couldn't help but curse your luck.
With some unexpected free time on your hands, you found yourself rummaging through the forgotten stuff tucked away in the drawer beneath the TV. Dust bunnies greeted you as you pulled out various itemsâa picture frame with a photo of your graduation, a stack of letters from high school friends, old books with worn covers, and...Â
You blinked in surprise as you pulled out what appeared to be a wishbook. Memories flooded back to you as you flipped through its pages, the corners dog-eared and the edges frayed from years of neglect. You vaguely remembered creating this in middle school, jotting down your hopes and dreams for your adult life.
You couldn't help but be taken aback as you glanced through the pages of the wishbook, tracing your finger over each childhood dream that had somehow become a reality.
"When I grow up, I want to drive a red car." You chuckled to yourself as you remembered the day you drove off the lot in that sleek red beauty, feeling like the queen of the road.
"When I grow up, I want to work at my dream job." It hadn't been an easy journey, filled with ups and downs and more than a few setbacks along the way. But through sheer grit and determination, you had landed your dream job, doing what you loved day in and day out.
"When I grow up, I want to have my own apartment." Well, here you were, sitting in your very own slice of paradise. Sure, it might not be the biggest or the fanciest place in town, but it was yours. And that was all that mattered.
You couldn't help but feel a pang of curiosity as you gazed at the blank pages at the end of the wishbook. What if you wrote something new? Something unexpected, something you hadn't even considered before?
With a sudden impulse, you grabbed your phone and dialed up your friend. After a few rings, she answered, her voice laced with amusement.
"Hey there, what's up?" she chirped.
"Hey," you replied, a hint of uncertainty in your tone. "I was just thinking... what do you think I've been needing in my life?"
There was a pause on the other end of the line before your friend burst into laughter. "Oh, that's easy," she said between giggles. "You need a boyfriend!"
You couldn't help but frown at her response. "Really? Out of all the things in the world, a boyfriend?"
She chuckled, sensing your skepticism. "Okay Y/N, maybe not a boyfriend exactly," she conceded, "but someone to take care of you. You're always the one taking care of everything that falls into your hands. Have you ever thought about taking a break? Having someone to do it for you for once?"
Her words struck a chord with you, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of recognition. She was rightâyou were constantly taking care of everyone and everything around you, but who was taking care of you?
You chuckled to yourself as you scribbled down the traits you wanted in a potential boyfriend, feeling a bit silly but also oddly excited at the prospect. As the hours ticked by, you found yourself lost in thought, lost in the whimsical world of daydreams and possibilities.
"A guy who is proactive, kind, maybe a little bit clingy?" you mused aloud, tapping the pen against your chin. "Someone who knows their way around the kitchen... As you continued to brainstorm, you found yourself getting a bit carried away. "Good-looking and tall, with long hair and puppy-dog eyes"
The more you wrote, the more absurdly perfect your imaginary boyfriend became. It was almost like describing a prince straight out of a fairy tale, complete with all the clichĂŠd traits and characteristics.
As you looked over the words you had written in the wishbook, a wave of doubt washed over you. You couldn't help but cringe at the seemingly unrealistic expectations you had set for yourself. Closing the wishbook with a sigh, you tossed it onto the center table, feeling a pang of disappointment.
"It was just a coincidence," you muttered to yourself, trying to rationalize away the strange alignment of your childhood dreams with your current reality. It seemed too far-fetched to believe that your wishes had somehow come true.
With a heavy heart, you made your way to the bedroom, longing for the solace of sleep to sweep you away from the uncertainty of the day. Maybe it was time to let go of the notion that wishes could come true and focus on the here and now.
And there it was, like a cruel joke, that goddamn alarm blaring in your ear, dragging you kicking and screaming out of the sweet embrace of sleep. With a groan of frustration, you stumbled out of bed and trudged to the bathroom, bracing yourself for another shitty, cold-ass shower.
The water hit you like a slap in the face as you hurriedly scrubbed away the remnants of sleep. No time for luxuriating in a warm bath, oh no, not in your world.
After hastily toweling off, you raced around the house like a madman, searching for that elusive perfect piece to complete your look. But in the end, it was all just chaos, a jumbled mess of clothes and accessories that left you feeling more frazzled than ever.
As you stormed out the door and into the chaos of the morning rush hour, you couldn't help but curse under your breath at the sea of cars stretched out before you. It was like a never-ending nightmare, a never-ending parade of honking horns and exhaust fumes.
And then there was your boss, with his never-ending stream of shit, nitpicking every little thing you did like a goddamn broken record. You plastered on a fake smile and nodded along, all the while seething with rage on the inside.
You trudged wearily from the elevator, each step sending shooting pains through your feet courtesy of those godforsaken heels. The keys jangled in your hand as you finally reached your apartment door, the promise of relief beckoning you inside.
With a sigh of relief, you swung open the door and kicked off your heels, reveling in the cool touch of the floor against your bare feet. But as you stepped further into the apartment, something felt off.
The air was thick with the scent of food, and a faint hum drifted through the air. Panic surged through you as you realized that someone had invaded your sanctuary.
Heart pounding, you tiptoed through the apartment, checking every nook and cranny for signs of an intruder. But each room you entered was empty, the only sound the echo of your own footsteps.
Finally, you reached the kitchen, and there he wasâa tall figure standing at the stove, his back to you as he hummed a tune under his breath. It took a moment for the shock to register, but when it did, you felt a rush of conflicting emotions flood through you.
"Who the hell are you?" you demanded, your voice sharp with disbelief and anger as you confronted the intruder. The guy nearly jumped out of his skin, and you flinched together.
"What are you doing here? Leave!" you insisted, your heart pounding in your chest as you pointed the kitchen utensil in his direction.
The intruder hesitated for a moment before speaking, his voice trembling slightly. "I-I'm Mingyu," he stammered, his eyes wide with fear.
You scoffed, the name sounding vaguely familiar but not enough to ease your suspicion. "Mingyu? Who the fuck is Mingyu?" you snapped, your anger boiling over.
But then it hit you like a ton of bricks. Mingyu... the random name you had created for the boyfriend in your wishbook, the one you had jokingly listed out the qualities you wanted in a partner.
Your laughter was hollow and bitter as you realized the absurdity of the situation. "Are you kidding me?" you muttered, shaking your head in disbelief. "I'm calling the police."
But before you could reach for the phone, the intruder lunged forward, grabbing the wishbook from the center table. "No, no, no!" he exclaimed, desperation creeping into his voice.
You watched in confusion as he flipped through the pages, his eyes widening in shock as he read the list of qualities you had written down.Â
You eyed the wishbook with a mixture of disbelief and apprehension as the intruder waved it in front of you, his excitement palpable. Every detail you had written down seemed to describe him perfectlyâtall, with puppy-dog eyes, and even the long hair. It was uncanny.
But despite the strange coincidence, you couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. Keeping your distance, you raised the pan threateningly, the question burning on your lips. "How did you get into my house?" you demanded, your voice sharp with suspicion.
The intruder's eyes widened in alarm, his hands held up in a gesture of surrender. "I-I don't know," he stammered, his voice trembling. "I just woke up on the couch, I swear."
Your heart raced as you processed his words. He didn't seem to be lying, but the situation was just too bizarre to comprehend. How could someone just magically appear in your home, especially someone who seemed to fit the description of your fictional boyfriend?
With a wary glance, you slowly lowered the pan, the tension in the air dissipating slightly. "Well, you better start explaining," you muttered, your mind racing with a million different possibilities.
You paced back and forth in front of the couch, your mind spinning with disbelief as you tried to make sense of the surreal situation unfolding before you. "So you're telling me that I manifested you by my wishbook?" you repeated incredulously, your voice tinged with disbelief.
The intruder nodded solemnly, reaching for the wishbook and flipping it over to reveal a small gold star etched into the back cover. "See this?" he said, pointing to the star. "This is a manifestation charm. It's what brought me here."
Your frown deepened as you studied the tiny symbol, your mind struggling to comprehend the bizarre turn of events. "But... how?" you muttered, your thoughts racing a mile a minute.
The intruder's eyes widened with curiosity as he looked up at you. "Where did you get this book?" he asked, his voice tinged with urgency.
You racked your brain, trying to recall where you had acquired the wishbook all those years ago. And then it hit you like a bolt of lightning. "A mystique store," you blurted out, the memories flooding back in a rush. "I bought it from a mystique store years ago."
You sank onto the couch beside him, the weight of the revelation settling over you like a heavy blanket. It was hard to wrap your head around the idea that a simple book could hold such mysterious powers.
You turned to the intruder, your curiosity piqued as you sought answers to the questions burning in your mind. "Where did you come from?" you asked, your voice laced with both apprehension and fascination.
The intruder hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering away as if he were wrestling with his response. "I... I don't know," he admitted finally, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "It's all a bit... fuzzy."
You furrowed your brow in confusion, wondering how someone could not know their own age or origins. "What do you mean, fuzzy?" you pressed, your curiosity growing by the second.
The intruder sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I woke up on your couch with no memory of how I got here or where I came from," he explained, his expression troubled. "All I know is that I felt drawn to you somehow, like I was meant to find you."
"You didn't have a life before?" you asked, your voice tinged with disbelief as you looked at the intruder sitting beside you.
He nodded solemnly, his expression tinged with sadness. "Yes, I did. But it's all... blurry, like a dream that I can't quite remember."
Your brow furrowed in confusion. "Where did you live before?" you pressed, your curiosity getting the better of you.
The intruder's gaze drifted towards the window, his hands gesturing vaguely in front of him. "Somewhere like this," he murmured, his voice distant.Â
You followed his gaze, staring out at the endless expanse of buildings and lights stretching out before you. It was a sight you had grown accustomed to over the years, but seeing it through the eyes of someone who had never experienced it before brought a strange sense of wonder.
"And now?" you prompted, turning back to the intruder beside you.
He shrugged, a wistful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Now, I'm here," he replied simply, his eyes meeting yours with hope.
You blinked in surprise as the intruder broke the silence, his words cutting through the air like a knife. "I fixed the shower," he announced, a hint of pride in his voice.
You widened your eyebrows, your mind struggling to process his words. "You... fixed the shower?" you repeated, your voice tinged with disbelief.
The intruder nodded eagerly, a pleased smile spreading across his face. "Yeah, it was just a small problem with the resistance. I managed to sort it out," he explained, his tone casual as if he hadn't just performed a miracle.
You couldn't help but stare at him in astonishment, your mind racing with a million questions. How had he known there was a problem with the shower? And more importantly, how had he fixed it so quickly?
But before you could voice your thoughts, he continued, "Oh, and I went to the supermarket and washed your clothes too."
Your jaw practically hit the floor as his words sank in. "You... went to the supermarket?" you echoed, your voice barely above a whisper.
The intruder nodded, his smile widening at your stunned expression. "Yep, got everything on your list. And the laundry was piling up, so I took care of that too," he said nonchalantly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
You were at a loss for words, your mind reeling with the sheer absurdity of the situation. This man, this stranger who had magically appeared in your living room, had taken it upon himself to fix your shower, do your grocery shopping, and even wash your clothesâall without being asked.
"But... why?" you finally managed to sputter out, your voice tinged with confusion.
The intruder shrugged, a playful twinkle in his eyes. "Why not?" he replied simply, as if it were the most obvious answer in the world.
"Come here," he beckoned, motioning for you to follow him into the kitchen. With a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, you trailed after him, unsure of what to expect.
As he lifted the lid of the pan on the stove, a delicious aroma wafted up, making your mouth water. "Wow," you murmured, impressed by the sight of the freshly cooked food before you. "You cooked all of this?"
He nodded proudly, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Yep, thought I'd whip up a little something for us to eat," he replied, gesturing towards the table where two plates were already set.
You couldn't help but smile at his thoughtfulness, grateful for the unexpected gesture. But then your eyes drifted to the clothesline in the corner of the room, where an array of freshly washed clothing hung neatly.
"Oh my god," you gasped, your hand flying to cover your face in embarrassment. "You washed everything?"
The intruder followed your gaze, his eyes landing on the recently laundered garments with a hint of amusement. "Yep, everything," he confirmed, his tone light and playful.
Your cheeks flushed crimson as you realized just how intimate some of the items hanging on the line were. "I... uh..." you stammered, at a loss for words.
He grinned mischievously, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Hey, I gotta say, those puppy-stamped underwear of yours are pretty cute," he teased, a playful glint in his eye.
You buried your face in your hands, the heat of embarrassment spreading across your cheeks. "Oh my god, stop," you groaned, mortified by the unexpected turn of events.
[...]
As you emerged from the warmth of the bath, wrapped snugly in your pajamas, you found Mingyu already fast asleep on the couch, curled up into a small ball. Despite the strangeness of the situation, a pang of sympathy tugged at your heartstrings as you watched him sleep.
You couldn't deny that he looked rather adorable, all shrunken and peaceful in his slumber. If you had asked for a short man in your wishbook, he certainly fit the couch.
But as you glanced at your bed, you knew that letting him sleep there was out of the question. He may have magically appeared in your life, but he was still a stranger, and you weren't about to let your guard down just yet.
Sure, you could kick him out onto the cold streets, but the thought left a bitter taste in your mouth. You weren't heartless, after all, and it was clear that he didn't have a place to go. He hadn't asked to be here, and the circumstances of his arrival were still shrouded in mystery.
But as you glanced at him sleeping peacefully, his features softened in the glow of the moonlight, you couldn't help but feel a strange sense of responsibility towards him. After all, he was just as much a victim of whatever strange forces had brought him here as you were.
With a sigh, you resigned yourself to the fact that he would have to stayâfor now, at least. You could figure out the details in the morning, once the shock of the day had worn off and your mind was clearer.
As you stirred awake to the aroma of freshly brewed coffeee, you nearly jumped out of your skin before remembering that Mingyu was there. With a mixture of relief and gratitude, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and rubbed the sleep from your eyes.
As you got ready for work, the thought of facing another chaotic day loomed over you like a dark cloud. But as you emerged into the living room, the sight of a steaming mug of coffee waiting for you on the table brought a small smile to your face.
You took a tentative sip, and It was so good that you couldn't help but shake off the idea of going to the coffee shop today.
"Mingyu, I'm leaving," you announced, grabbing your bag and heading towards the door. "I'll be back at 7pm. Do you need anything?"
Just as you were about to step out, Mingyu appeared in the living room, a packed lunch in his hands. "Here," he said, offering you the lunchbox. "Eat well, and I'll be waiting for you."
You couldn't help but smile at his thoughtfulness, but as your eyes fell on him, clad in one of your shirts from a rock band, you couldn't suppress a laugh. The shirt was stretched to its limits, barely covering his tummy while his biceps threatened to tear through the fabric.
"Okay, I'm definitely going to buy you some clothes," you chuckled, shaking your head in amusement.
Mingyu raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Can't I walk without them?" he teased, his eyes dancing with mischief.
You widened your eyes in mock horror. "Of course not!" you exclaimed, feigning shock. "You can't just walk naked on the street!"
Mingyu tilted his head, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Can't I?" he countered, a playful grin spreading across his face.
You couldn't help but laugh at his antics, shaking your head in disbelief. "No, you definitely can't," you replied with a chuckle. "Now, behave yourself while I'm gone, okay?"
Mingyu nodded solemnly, his smile widening. "I promise," he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
As you sat down to eat your lunch at work, you couldn't help but notice the curious glances from your coworkers. They watched you with envious eyes as you savored each bite of the delicious meal that Mingyu had prepared for you.
Suppressing a smile, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards Mingyu for his thoughtfulness. Despite the strange circumstances of his arrival, he had gone out of his way to make sure you were well-fed and taken care of.
As you enjoyed the flavors of the homemade meal, you couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through you. It was a simple gesture, but it spoke volumes about Mingyu's character and the bond that was beginning to form between the two of you.
As the evening rolled around and you left work, you were determined to fulfill your promise to yourself and Mingyu. You headed to the shopping district, the image of Mingyu looking like a doll lingering in your mind.
You browsed through the racks of clothing, selecting pieces that you thought would suit him perfectly. It was a strange feeling, shopping for someone else with such care and attention, but with each item you picked out, you couldn't help but imagine how handsome Mingyu would look in them.
You found yourself spending more on clothing for Mingyu than you did for yourself, but you didn't mind in the slightest. After all, he was the one who needed them the most, and you were determined to make sure he looked his best.
With each new outfit you selected, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement bubbling up inside you. This was your chance to dress Mingyu exactly how you had imagined your dream boyfriend to be, and you were going to make sure he looked absolutely perfect.
You arrived home to find Mingyu sitting on the couch, your wishbook in his hands. As you entered, he quickly put the book aside and rose to help you with the heavy bags of clothing.
"You didn't need to buy all of these," he said, his expression turning slightly sullen as he glanced at the bags.
You brushed off his concern with a wave of your hand, a smile playing at the corners of your lips. "It's fine, Mingyu," you reassured him. "I have a good salary now, and it's nice to be able to buy things for someone else, not just for myself."
As you settled onto the couch, Mingyu's gaze lingered on the bags of clothing beside you. There was a hint of curiosity in his eyes, as if he were eager to see what you had bought.
Mingyu removed his shirt as you sat on the couch, unpacking the bags of clothing around you. You couldn't help but steal a glance at his form, admiring the way the fabric of his jeans clung to his legs and the muscles rippled beneath his skin.
Noticing your gaze, Mingyu chuckled softly. "Like what you see?" he teased, a playful twinkle in his eyes.
You blushed slightly, feeling caught off guard by his remark. "Um, I was just admiring the clothes," you replied, trying to hide your embarrassment.
Mingyu raised an eyebrow, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Well, how about I model them for you?" he suggested, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
You couldn't help but laugh at his suggestion, the tension melting away as you relaxed into the playful banter. "Like a parade?" you asked, a smile playing at the corners of your lips.
Mingyu nodded eagerly, already reaching for one of the bags. "Exactly!" he exclaimed, his excitement contagious.
As he began to try on the new clothes, you couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation. It was like watching a fashion show, with Mingyu as the star of the runway.
With each new outfit he tried on, you couldn't help but admire how effortlessly he pulled off each look. From casual jeans and a t-shirt to a sleek button-down shirt, he looked absolutely stunning in everything he wore.
s you walked towards him with the silver chain in hand, Mingyu watched you with a curious expression, his eyes following your every move. You could feel the weight of his gaze on you as you approached, a strange tension building between the two of you.
With a slight frown of concentration, you struggled to fasten the chain around his neck, your fingers fumbling with the clasp as you tried to maneuver it into place. Mingyu stood patiently, his eyes fixed on you as you teetered on the tips of your toes, trying to reach him.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you managed to secure the chain around his neck, the silver gleaming against his dark shirt. As you took a step back, you couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline coursing through you. It was the closest you had ever been to Mingyu since he appeared in your life.
Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you met Mingyu's gaze with a shy smile. "There you go,"Â
Mingyu glanced at himself in the mirror, adjusting the silver chain around his neck before walking over to you with a grateful smile.
"Thank you," he said softly, his eyes meeting yours with warmth and sincerity. "You didn't have to do all this for me."
You returned his smile, shaking your head. "It's the least I could do," you replied, your tone light. "After all, you didn't exactly ask to be summoned," you added, making air quotes with your fingers for emphasis.
Mingyu chuckled, the sound warm and melodious. "I suppose you have a point there," he conceded, a playful glint in his eyes. "But I'm certainly not complaining about it."
"Hmm, Mingyu, do you want to hang out?" you asked, a smile playing at the corners of your lips.
Mingyu frowned slightly, looking at you with curiosity. "Where?" he inquired, his tone tinged with uncertainty.
You grinned, feeling a rush of excitement at the prospect of showing Mingyu a good time. "Just wait here, I'll get ready," you replied, hurrying off to your room to change.
It was Friday night, and you were used to spending it with your friends, going out and having a good time. And what better way to show Mingyu a bit of the city than to take him out with you?
You turned around to find Mingyu standing in your bedroom, his eyes lingering on your black dress and the silver chain adorning your neck. His gaze was filled with curiosity as he took in your appearance.
A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you met his eyes. "Well, what do you think?" you asked, a hint of playfulness in your voice.
Mingyu raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at his lips. "Are we matching tonight?" he teased, gesturing to his own black shirt and jeans.
You chuckled, feeling a warmth spread through you at his playful banter. "I guess we are," you replied, a smile dancing in your eyes.Â
Mingyu's eyes softened, a genuine smile lighting up his face. "You look beautiful," he said softly, his words filled with sincerity.
A blush crept up your cheeks at his compliment, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness at his words. "Thank you," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.
As you entered the bustling club with Mingyu by your side, the loud music and flashing lights engulfed you both. Mingyu seemed to take it all in stride, moving through the crowd with an ease that suggested he was no stranger to such environments.
You couldn't help but notice the curious glances directed at him as you made your way to the bar. Tall, charismatic, and undeniably handsome, Mingyu certainly attracted attention wherever he went. You couldn't help but feel a sense of pride knowing that you had such a captivating companion by your side.
Taking a seat at the bar, you turned to Mingyu with a smile. "What'll it be?" you asked, raising your voice slightly to be heard over the music.
Mingyu glanced at you, a playful glint in his eyes. "Surprise me," he replied, his voice tinged with excitement.
You grinned, turning to the bartender to place your order, as you waited for your drinks to arrive.
As Mingyu glanced around the crowded club, his eyes filled with curiosity, he turned to you with a thoughtful expression.
"Hey, do boyfriend and girlfriend usually come to places like this?" he asked, his voice slightly raised to be heard over the music.
You paused for a moment, considering his question carefully. Did Mingyu see the two of you as boyfriend and girlfriend? The thought sent a flutter of excitement through you, but you didn't want to jump to conclusions.
"Well, sometimes," you replied, choosing your words carefully. "Couples come here to have fun and let loose together."
Mingyu nodded thoughtfully, his gaze lingering on yours. "So, are we... like that?" he asked, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
You felt your heart skip a beat at his question, the possibility of being more than just friends with Mingyu sending a thrill through you. But you didn't want to assume anything without knowing how he felt.
"I'm not sure," you admitted honestly, meeting his gaze with sincerity. "What do you think?"
"Well, you wrote in your wishbook that you wanted a boyfriend," he replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
Your eyes widened in surprise, realization dawning on you. "Oh, right," you said, a hint of embarrassment creeping into your voice. "I guess I did, didn't I?"
Mingyu shrugged, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I guess I just wanted to understand," he admitted. "To see if... if maybe I could be that person for you."
You couldn't help but chuckle at his playful tone. "I suppose you are," you admitted, feeling a warmth spread through you at the thought.
After a moment of silence, you couldn't help but ask the question that had been nagging at the back of your mind. "Am I even your type?" you blurted out, unable to contain your curiosity any longer.
Mingyu's eyes traveled over you, his gaze intense as he took in your appearance. He seemed to be studying you, his expression unreadable.
You held your breath, waiting for his response, unsure of what to expect. The tension between you was palpable, as you waited for Mingyu's answer.
He bit his lip, a gesture that sent a wave of heat coursing through you. "You're exactly my typeâŚ" he replied, his voice husky.
"Is that so?" you teased, raising an eyebrow in mock skepticism. "Well, you'll have to work harder than that to win me over."
Mingyu chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh, I plan to," he replied, his voice dripping with confidence. "After all, I'm everything you wanted, right?"
You couldn't help but shake your head at his boldness, feeling a rush of excitement coursing through you at the prospect of what the night might hold.
"Maybe," you replied with a grin, unable to resist the playful banter. "But I'll believe it when I see it."
Mingyu leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered softly, sending shivers down your spine. "I read the last pages of your wishbook," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "And let me tell you, I can definitely make all your wildest dreams come true."
And in minutes, everything happened.Â
You found yourself naked on your couch, your body laid bare before Mingyu, who gazed at you with desire in his eyes. Your legs were spread wide, draped over his shoulders as he knelt before you, his hands trailing over your skin with a gentle touch.
As you held your wish book in your hand, Mingyu's voice broke through the silence, his tone teasing yet filled with curiosity. "So, what's your first wish?" he asked, his eyes locked on yours.
You felt your cheeks flush with heat, embarrassment flooding through you at the thought of revealing your innermost desires. But with Mingyu's gaze burning into you, you couldn't hold back.
"I... I wished for a guy who could make me cum on his tongue," you stuttered, your voice barely above a whisper.
Mingyu's eyes darkened with desire at your words, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.Â
As Mingyu's tongue licked a slow, deliberate stripe along your folds, a shiver of pleasure shot through your body, leaving you trembling. You gripped the wish book tightly in one hand, your nails digging into the pages as Mingyu's mouth worked its magic on you. "Oh fuck, Mingyu!"Â
With each flick of his tongue against your clit, you felt yourself unraveling. His arms wrapped around you, holding you steady as you writhed and moaned, unable to control the flood of pleasure coursing through you.
Your other hand tangled in Mingyu's locks, pulling him closer as he continued to devour your pussy. His tongue swirled around your bud, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you in relentless waves.
You moaned his name over and over, the sound filling the air as Mingyu's tongue drove you closer and closer to the edge. You felt yourself dripping with arousal, the combination of Mingyu's saliva and your own juices coating the couch beneath you.
As Mingyu's tongue penetrated slightly into your pussy, a gasp escaped your lips, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through your body. You looked at him with wide eyes, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you struggled to form coherent words.
"What... what are you doing?" you managed to gasp out, your voice laced with desire and anticipation.
But before you could even finish your question, Mingyu's tongue penetrated you again, sending a shock shooting through your body. Your legs shook on his arms, your whole body trembling with need.
"Oh Mingyu, that feels so good" you moaned, your voice filled with a mixture of pleasure and desperation.
Mingyu's lips curled into a wicked grin as he continued to pleasure you with his tongue, his movements becoming faster. He sucked on your clit, flicking it with his tongue before diving deep inside you once again, driving you to the brink of orgasm with each tantalizing stroke.
As you held onto Mingyu's locks tighter, he moaned in response, the vibrations sending a surge of pleasure on your pussy. You could feel yourself teetering on the edge of your orgasm, your body trembling pathetically.
"I'm... I'm cumming," you gasped, your voice strained with the effort of holding back your release.
Mingyu looked up at you, his eyes dark as he asked, "Are you going to cum on my tongue, just like you wished for?"
You nodded desperately, your whole body tensing with anticipation as you felt the waves of pleasure building inside you. The wishbook slipped from your grasp, completely forgotten as Mingyu's tongue continued to lap your clit.
"Yes," you moaned, your voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, just like that."
And with a final flick of his tongue against your clit, Mingyu pushed you over the edge, making you come undone, riding his face to ride your orgasm, your mind clouded with the intensity of your orgasm.
As Mingyu got up, holding the forgotten wishbook in his hands, he turned to you with a curious expression. "Let's see what your next wish is," he said, his voice tinged with excitement.
Your hands, still trembling from the recent orgasm, reached out to take the wishbook from him. You flipped through the pages until you found the next wish, your heart racing.
And as you read the words on the page, your cheeks flushed with heat at the explicit nature of the wish. It was about a guy who didn't go easy on you, who took control and pushed you to your limits.
You looked up at Mingyu, your eyes filled with apprehension. "Is... is this something you can do?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
Mingyu's lips curled into a wicked grin as he met your gaze. "I can do whatever you want," he replied.
As Mingyu lowered his pants, revealing his big, throbbing cock, you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. It was something you had written in your wishbook â a cock that fulfills you â but you hadn't expected it to be quite so... big.
His cock laid heavy in his hand as he stroked himself, the slick sound of precum making itself known with each movement. You felt your cheeks flush red as you watched.
"It... it won't fit," you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper as you met Mingyu's gaze.
Mingyu chuckled softly, "Don't worry," he reassured you. "I'll make it fit."
As Mingyu laid you down comfortably, spreading you wider, you couldn't help but feel embarrassed. His cock slid against your pussy, teasing but not yet penetrating, and you squirmed beneath him, feeling yourself growing wetter.
You almost covered your face in shame, feeling exposed and vulnerable under his intense gaze. But Mingyu's teasing words only served to fuel the fire burning within you.
"That's all you wanted, isn't it?" he teased, his voice laced with desire as he looked into your eyes. "A guy with a big cock to fuck your brains out? Well, lucky for you, I'm here, hm?"
His words sent a thrill of excitement coursing through you, and you couldn't help but arch your hips, silently urging him to take you.
You wanted nothing more than to feel him deep inside you, filling you completely and making you cum.Â
As Mingyu continued to tease you, he remarked on your hectic work schedule. "You work so hard," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "You need someone to take all that stress out of you."
His words hit home, resonating with the part of you that longed for release, both physically and emotionally.
You couldn't deny the truth in his words; after all, you had spent so long shouldering the weight of your responsibilities alone.
As Mingyu's cock teased against your clit, the friction making you roll your eyes, you felt yourself teetering on the edge of ecstasy. Every movement, every touch drove you closer and closer to the brink, your senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of it all.
And just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, when you felt yourself on the verge of exploding with pleasure, Mingyu slammed his hard cock inside of your cunt with a force that took your breath away. Your pussy stretched around him, so tight and so full, that you could barely contain the overwhelming sensation.
As you arched your back in pleasure, the sensation of Mingyu's cock buried deep inside you driving you to new heights of ecstasy, he teased you mercilessly.
"I'm still," he murmured between moans "You're almost cumming."
Your pussy clenched around him with each tantalizing movement. Mingyu's cock felt impossibly hard and thick inside you, stretching you to your limits as he held himself still, savoring the exquisite torture of denying you release.
He put your knees on your chest and started pounding inside of you, hitting that spongy spot dead-on with the first thrust. You screamed in your living room, rolling your eyes back as you tremble.
No mercy, just like you wanted.
Mingyu looked at your pleasured face, making sure he was hitting all the right spots to drive you wild. And judging by the way you were moaning and writhing beneath him, he was definitely doing something right.
"You're so wet for me," his voice dripped with lust. "You can't get enough of my cock, can you? You want me to fuck you harder, hm?"
You nodded eagerly, unable to form words.
As Mingyu pounded into you harder, your body tensed, your abdomen trembling as you felt the orgasm approaching. He bit his lip, holding back his moans as your walls spasmed around him, indicating your impending climax.
You gripped the couch tightly, your nails digging into the fabric as pleasure washed over you. But no matter how hard you tried, nothing seemed to relieve the overwhelming sensation building inside you.
And then it hit you, you came, hard and fast, your orgasm ripping through you as you spasmed uncontrollably beneath Mingyu.
You came on him, on the couch, on his cock, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through you. And as Mingyu watched you cumming in a matter of minutes, a proud moan escaped his lips, his eyes filled with satisfaction at having brought you so much pleasure.
As Mingyu held your legs to the sides, spreading you open and angling his cock in a way that his pelvis rubbed against your clit, you squirmed helplessly beneath him. Every movement sent jolts of oversensitivity coursing through your body, and you cried out in pleasure and desperation.
But Mingyu held firm, his gaze locked with yours as he reminded you of your wish for him not to take it easy on you. "You wanted this," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You wanted me to push you to your limits."
You whimpered in response, the sensation of his cock rubbing against your clit driving you to the brink of insanity. "I can't take it," you pleaded, your voice barely above a whisper. "I can't take it anymore."
But Mingyu only moaned in response, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm as he continued to tease and torment you. "You'll need to take it," he whispered, and you moan satisfied that he didn't stopped.
"Just a little more," he urged, his voice filled with desperation. "You're almost there, baby. Just hold on..."
As you held Mingyu's neck, drawing him closer to you for another kiss, you found yourself lost in the intoxicating sensation of his lips against yours. But with each moan that escaped your lips, it became increasingly difficult to maintain the kiss, the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body making it impossible to focus on anything else.
Mingyu noticed your struggle, a smile playing at the corners of his lips as he watched you writhe beneath him. His face contorted in pleasure, mirroring the ecstasy written all over yours, as your walls pulsed and contracted around him with each thrust.
As you trembled beneath Mingyu, tears slipping from your eyes, he kissed your face gently, his lips tracing a path of comfort and reassurance.
"I'm cumming for you," he murmured, his voice soothing and gentle as he tried to calm your racing heart.
But your chest rose and fell in erratic waves, your breaths coming in ragged gasps as you closed your eyes tightly, desperate to hold on just a little longer. And then it happened, a silent moan escaping your lips as your body tensed and your pleasure blinded all of your senses.
You came again, your orgasm ripping through you with a force that left you gasping for air, your entire body trembling with the intensity of it all. And as Mingyu watched in awe, unable to hold back his own release any longer, he let out a surprised moan of pleasure, his own orgasm crashing over him.
As Mingyu's warm cum filled your cunt, mingling with your own juices, you let out a contented sigh, feeling completely spent and satisfied.
Feeling utterly relaxed, you laid your head back on the couch, letting out a deep breath as you allowed yourself to bask in the afterglow of your orgasm. The tension in your neck melted away as you finally allowed yourself to relax.
"You okay?" he asked softly, his voice filled with concern as he looked down at you.
You nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips. "Yeah, I'm good," you replied, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you.
Mingyu leaned in closer, his eyes searching yours as he spoke. "That was... so good," he said, his voice filled with awe. "I've never felt anything like that before."
You chuckled softly, feeling a sense of pride swell within you. "Yeah, me neither," you admitted, feeling a warm glow of satisfaction spread through your body.
You chuckled softly, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at his words. "Who knew that silly wishbook would actually work?" you remarked, shaking your head in disbelief.
Mingyu leaned in to press a soft kiss to your lips. "Well, I'm here now, and I don't plan on going anywhere," he said, his voice filled with sincerity.
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Pairings:Â Wooyoung x Reader
Genre:Â Smut
Word count:Â 15k ~
Warnings: It´s a smut so +18 MDNI pls
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Part 2
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As someone who has been single for the past 2 years, you often found yourself missing certain things and feelings. It´s not even the dating in itself that you craved, you were in fact, very content with being alone, and after all your inner healing and growth, you didn´t even think you were ready for a relationship at this point in your life. But as you and Wooyoung were on your couch lazily spending the afternoon, you found your body and mind screaming for comfort at the sight of the rainy day outside.Â
Your friend had his head on your lap as he played some online shooting game on his phone, the movie you intended on watching now only serving as background noise as you drifted off, hands absent-mindedly playing with the strands of his hair that fell on top of your thighs. Â
Hand-holding.Â
That´s something you really missed. The feeling of interlacing fingers with someone as warmness spread through your body. When you were dating, you weren´t even that into holding hands, uncomfortable with not being able to move freely or with the way your palm seemed to always feel clammy â But now? You would kill for a chance to walk around a park linked with someone. Â
You also really missed being so familiar with someone that you just felt at ease, having a person there to do nothing or everything with, being able to talk or gossip about anything. You remember spamming Mingyu´s chat with every little thing that happened during your day and him just being genuinely happy to hear about it, replying to every single message in order. As your best friend, Wooyoung was someone you talked to a lot, but you still couldn´t text him about how you already drank 6 glasses of water or how you were annoyed because your stapler kept getting stuck â Those are the annoying little things you only get to share with a significant other that has the obligation to put up with you.Â
And showering together. You almost felt dramatic tears fill your eyes at the thought of it; sharing the hot stream of water with someone, have them rub soap down your back or massage shampoo onto your scalp, or just simply holding someone in the dark under the running water as steam filled the room. Â
Oh, and free massages. You definitely missed those, being able to ask for a massage at whatever given moment with the certainness that you would receive one. Mingyu´s love language had always been acts of service, meaning you wouldn´t spend a single day without his hands squeezing your shoulders or rubbing down your back. Â
Maybe you should call Mingyu. Something along the lines of âhey, I know we broke up a few years ago but can you come like, hold me for a minute? Cuddle until we fall asleep?âÂ
You were so touch deprived you could cry.Â
There was also the intimate part of a relationship; You had tried casual sex, one-night stands, friends with benefits, even a Tinder hook up once â It just wasn´t for you. It´s not even the sex on itself that you longed for, you could spend another few years without it if it came down to it. But you did miss what came with being intimate with someone who truly cared about you. When it comes to casual flings, people are normally selfish (yourself included), doing the bare minimum to get the other person off but truly aiming for their own pleasure; it was nice being with someone who´s main priority was making you feel good without the need of having the âfavor returnedâ. Â
What you really did miss though, was a bit cruder: You missed the feeling of someone´s dick in your mouth, the groans and whines that came with it, hands tangled in your hair, your tongue tracing hot veins as someone praised you. You missed having someone´s fingers inside of you, your walls tight around them as they pumped in and out of you with ease. You also really fucking missed someone eating you out.Â
You subconsciously pulled a bit on Wooyoung´s hair out of frustration but he didn´t seem to notice, eyes fixated on his game. You gently pat his head where you had tugged on the strands and went back to playing with his hair, letting your mind take you away once again. Â
Again, it´s not like your relationship with Mingyu ended badly, surely, he wouldn´t mind if you called him up to go down memory lane for a night-Â
You had never noticed how plump Wooyoung´s lips were. Â
He had a habit of pouting when he was focused, or biting on his lips when he was extra concentrated â which he was doing just now as he tried to shoot at someone who was trying to kill him. When he finally managed to take out the other player and escape, he let his bottom lip go, now all red and glistening as he cursed out loud. They just looked so soft and plushy, and the mole he had on his bottom lip â Â
You suddenly realized you were kind of obsessed with Wooyoung´s nose shape. You know what people say about big noses⌠Also, how good would it feel bumping against -Â
âYou´re being way too nice. What´s going on?â Wooyoung´s voice suddenly interrupted your thoughts, causing you to jump in shock and realization that you were just thinking about your friend eating you out. Â
âI am nice, just not to you,â You correct, meeting his eyes which were looking up as you noticed you were still running your fingers through his hair.Â
âI have very strong opinions about that, but either way, it´s what I meant. Why are you being nice to me?âÂ
âAm I?âÂ
âI remember very clearly the last time I asked you to cuddle me, almost got down on my knees begging and you just looked at me like I had rolled around in the trash.â Â
âYou were quiet today, behaving like a normal person-âÂ
âGo on, call me a good boy. I know you want to,â He rolls his eyes.Â
You laugh out loud at that; he did know you well.Â
âNah, you´ve ruined it the moment you opened your mouth.âÂ
âGuess I´m a bit further from perfect than I thought, getting there though. How was the movie anyways?âÂ
âOh, did it end already?â You asked, finally looking at the TV and realizing the credits must have been rolling for a while. âWasn´t paying attention.âÂ
âWhat were you even doing?â He furrowed his eyebrows at you, a second away from calling you stupid.Â
âThinking.âÂ
âAbout?âÂ
âCalling Mingyu,â You half-lied.Â
At that, he managed to furrow his eyebrows even more, the biggest judgmental face he had ever sported looking up at you, âWhy? Are you suddenly into him again?âÂ
âNo.âÂ
âThen why?âÂ
âI don´t know, just-âÂ
âOh my god,â His eyes widened, and he covered his mouth in shock. âIt´s a booty call.âÂ
âIt´s that what people call it these days?â You ask, trying to sound nonchalant about the whole ordeal.Â
âOh my god, so it is.âÂ
âI guess?âÂ
âY/N, it´s been like 2 years. I know you´re hot and he´s a man but I think that conversation would be kind of weird. Were you planning on texting him a wanna come smash?â He questioned you as he sat up. âDo you even have his number?âÂ
âNo, I - I don´t know. I- Let´s change the subject.âÂ
âLet´s absolutely not.âÂ
âYou´re being annoying.âÂ
âAren´t I always?âÂ
âYes, defin-âÂ
âIf you´re horny, why don´t you text that last guy you were going out with? He was hot too.âÂ
âEw, don´t use the word horny.âÂ
âWould you prefer I call you needy?âÂ
Maybe you would, yeah, very much.Â
âNo, ew. Just stop talking all-together.âÂ
âSo, why don´t you text him?âÂ
âYou know I can´t really enjoy it much when I´m not like, close to the person.âÂ
âSo you thought of your ex,â he deadpanned.Â
âYeah.âÂ
âHas literally not even one of the guys you hooked up with gotten you off?âÂ
âI mean, some of them did. But I don´t want to just get off, I-I- I don´t even know what I want, can we please chan-âÂ
âYou want to be treated like the little pillow princess you are, got it.âÂ
Did he have to say it like that? Suddenly you felt the pulse between your legs raising its intensity. Oh god no, you were absolutely not getting turned on by Wooyoung´s crude choice of words.Â
Anyone but Wooyoung!Â
âWho says I´m a pillow princess? Am not!âÂ
âAh, please. You scream I´ll bring nothing to the table besides looking pretty.âÂ
âIs that how I come off as?â You gasped at that, feeling deeply offended. âYou´re full of shit.âÂ
âWhy are you even getting mad? There´s nothing wrong with that, I´m sure you´re really good at looking pretty under a guy.âÂ
âPlease stop picturing someone else fucking me?âÂ
âWho says I´m picturing someone else?â He winked at you teasingly.Â
You literally, in your over 20 years of life on this earth, have never - not even once - thought you would actually choke over someone´s words. This was Wooyoung, you were used to his ways, c´mon!Â
âYeah, let´s not do that.âÂ
âAwn, pretty princess got flustered,â He cooed at you.Â
You knew he was just teasing you; you knew there was no real sexual intent behind his words because that was Wooyoung, he flirted and teased as naturally as he breathed - but they still got your thighs tensing and you hating yourself for it. Couldn´t you just take a joke for what it was?Â
âAlthough now that I´m thinking about it, I wouldn´t be surprised if you turned out to be a brat in bed. You´re already the biggest one normally.âÂ
âLook who´s calling me a brat,â You rolled your eyes once again. It didn´t matter if he was right or wrong, Wooyoung had no right calling anyone that when he was the way he was. Â
At that, he presented you with the most attractive smile you think would ever exist in the world, a mixture between cunning, excitement and condescending, âYou think I´m bratty?âÂ
âOh, I´m sure of it.âÂ
âMaybe I´m just good at matching energies, you know?â He winked, teasing you further.Â
âFuck off. I know San forced you on your knees more often than I´d like to imagine.âÂ
âBecause I allowed him to.âÂ
You snorted, âYeah. Sure thing, honey. Now let´s move along, please.âÂ
Except that, your mind decided to in fact, consider his words. Wooyoung liked teasing and annoying people for his own entertainment, he whined at you every time he didn´t get things his way and he was always playfully flirting with everyone - and you meant literally everyone. Because of that, you had always just kind of assumed (but never spared it many thoughts, thank God) that your best friend was just someone who like to be dominated when in relationships, or sexual encounters for the matter. Â
But honestly, you could kind of see it differently after his comments. It was true he always had everyone wrapped around his fingers and somehow, he always managed to get things his way - Wasn´t that also some form of control? The lines were kind of blurred when it came to Jung Wooyoung, but that was kind of even more attractive to you.  Â
âOh my god, you´re thinking about it,â Wooyoung teased. Â
âYou´re the one who started it!âÂ
âYou don´t have to stress your pretty little head over it,â He smiled, his finger finding it´s place under your chin to tip your face in his direction playfully. âI can show you.âÂ
Oh, absolutely not.Â
Your eyes fluttered shut for a millisecond at his words, your guard crumbling surprisingly fast as you practically whimpered, âI know you´re joking but can we please not?âÂ
âWhy?âÂ
 Couldn´t he stop giving you that annoying freaking smile?Â
âBecause I am kind of horny and I really don´t want to go there,â You practically growled. Â
Now he was the one who broke character, not expecting you to be actually affected by his jokes, before the teasing smile was back on his face in a heartbeat - but you saw it.Â
âDid I make you horny?â He teased.Â
âOf course not, I was already horny before. I´m just in a weird mood.âÂ
It wasn´t necessarily a lie. If you weren´t already feeling some type of way since earlier, you would have never - and you really mean that - caught yourself thinking about Wooyoung´s stupid plump lips or if he could actually fuck you. Â
âSo, you were thinking about getting dicked down while I was here innocently lying down on your lap? You´re dirty,â He snickered.Â
âIt wasn´t weird until you made it weird,â You groaned in frustration. This is really not how you imagined your afternoon would go down. Â
âWant me to help you out?âÂ
âGot any hot friends who are also not my friends?âÂ
âI do,â He nodded with his head. âBut I´m also right here.âÂ
Your eyes almost flew out of your head. You always judged yourself as the only person immune to Wooyoung's weirdness, deeming that nothing the man did or say would ever surprise you since you basically were the same - but you now guessed the tests became harder as the years passed. Â
âI can´t really tell if you´re joking-âÂ
âI am absolutely not.âÂ
âYeah, not going to happen.âÂ
âWhy?âÂ
âBecause!âÂ
âI know you can use your big girl words.âÂ
âBecause as much as it pains me to admit it, we´re best friends. I guess?âÂ
âNow you´re the one who´s making it weird. You´re hot, I´m hot. You´re horny, now I´m horny. What´s wrong with helping each other out?âÂ
âWhat´s wrong is that I never really saw you like that!â You whined.Â
âBut you´re seeing now.âÂ
âYeah, and I don´t like it!âÂ
âTell me,â He raised an eyebrow at you, a devilish glint on his eyes matching his smile once again. Â
âWhat?âÂ
âWhat you imagined me doing to you.âÂ
âOh my god. Nothing!âÂ
âOh c´mon, I won´t think you´re in love with me or anything. I know we´re friends and I´m a man, if there is one thing I can understand is simple plain old horniness.â Â
âHow is this so easy for you?âÂ
âOh, I already imagined fucking you many times. In many different ways, too,â Wooyoung stated so casually, like he was talking about his shopping list for when he went to the supermarket later. âYou know that one time at Seonghwa´s pool when you were wearing that little orange bikini? I must have made up at least 4 different scenarios, just that day.âÂ
âI feel kind of violated?â Â
You also felt the way something throbbed in between your legs at his words but he didn´t need to know that.Â
âAs I said: I´m a man, Y/N. I love you and would never do anything to make you uncomfortable or fuck up our friendship, but there´s nothing wrong with fantasizing. It´s not like I actively decide to do it either, it just happens, I don´t know.âÂ
âDo you just casually think about fucking all your friends?âÂ
âNo, only the hot ones. And it´s not something I keep thinking about all the time, I´m not a creep. Just once every blue moon hormone takes over or something. Also, you´re a fool if you think any of your other friends who are into women have never, not even once, thought about fucking you.â Â
âYeah, I´d rather be a fool,â You rolled your eyes. âAlso, San hasn´t!âÂ
âSan would quit his dream job in a heartbeat if I called him over for a threesome right now.âÂ
âYunho then! He would never -âÂ
Wooyoung laughed at that, âHoney, I have something to tell you-âÂ
âPlease don´t.âÂ
âAnyways, you´re not lacking options to help you out. All I´m saying is that I´m here and I´d be more than glad to be the one,â He had the audacity of winking at you. âSince you were already thinking about it.âÂ
âI´m begging you to please drop it.âÂ
âOnly if you tell me what you were thinking about.âÂ
âOh my god! You know what? Let´s play your stupid fucking game, Jung Wooyoung. I´ll tell you if you tell me first.âÂ
âSo, you do know how to have fun,â Wooyoung gave you a big smile, his eyes disappearing in happiness as if you had just told him you got him a new car. âWhat do you want to know?âÂ
âAbout the day at Seonghwa´s pool.âÂ
âFun. I will use your own words then: I was in a weird mood that day and then you just took your clothes off and looked so good in that bikini. You were sunbathing and at some point in the afternoon you went inside Hwa´s house to get something from the kitchen and my brain just kept flashing images in my head: what if I followed you into the empty house, pushed you against the nearest wall and fucked you, watching as you tried to keep quiet so the others wouldn´t hear from right outside? Your cheek red from rubbing against the wall, your -âÂ
âThat´s scenario number one.âÂ
âYou want all of them? Kinky.âÂ
âI can just go-âÂ
âCalm down, princess. See? I knew you were a brat.âÂ
âWooyo-âÂ
âLater when I was sitting down on the sunbathing chair with you while you were helping me out with the sunscreen, I noticed how my hand was so close I could pull the bottom of your bikini to the side and just slip my fingers in, right there in the open, no one would even notice. I wondered if you were already going to be wet and how you would sound trying to keep your noises inside with my knuckles deep into you. I couldn´t imagine a better sight than you all pretty clenching around my fingers or how you would look trying to casually spread your legs for me without anyone suspecting. I even went as far as imagining us getting caught, can you picture Mingi noticing what a little slut you are and trying to watch without getting caught himself? Poor boy wouldn´t know what to do with himself, would just loose his mind at how hot you´d look. I wondered if you´d like that he was watching ââÂ
âThat´s scenario number two,â You interrupted before the skin where you dug your nails into could start bleeding from your efforts to ground yourself and not squirm like an animal in heat at Wooyoung´s words.Â
He was good, you had to give him that. Â
Wooyoung laughed at you and you wondered if he had any clue about what he was doing to you. Then you mentally slapped yourself because of course he did, he had eyes. Â
âWhen everyone went inside to make some drinks and start on dinner, you sat there on the edge of the pool and started kicking water at me. Remember that? I happened to notice the edge was just the perfect height for me to eat you out from the pool, and you even had your back to the door. We were all alone out there and even if someone came out, I would be hidden from their view in between your legs. I could picture my hands holding your thighs open and your back arching-âÂ
âYeah, ok. That´s enough. I´m going to go, humm, shower or something and you can just like leave-âÂ
âCan I join?â He joked as you stood up.Â
âNo.âÂ
âCan I at least stay outside listening?âÂ
âWhat? I´m not going to mastu- Wooyoung, I´m just taking a cold shower.âÂ
âOK, go cool yourself off, princess. I´ll wait for you here,â He informed, unlocking his phone once again and showing you his screen where his game was loading.Â
âYeah, ok. Suit yourself.âÂ
âYou really should let me listen as payback for getting me horny,â He screamed once you were already down the hallway.Â
âYou got yourself horny,â You screamed back before shutting the bathroom door behind yourself.Â
You silently screamed against your hands as you let your body slide down the door.Â
What the hell just happened? How many lines did you just cross? Â
Why was Wooyoung suddenly so hot?Â
And so, a cold shower you took and thankfully, after you left the bathroom, no one talked about the subject for the rest of the night and just pretended that nothing had happened.Â
Except that now you were miserable and your mind echoed Wooyoung´s words every time you looked or thought about him. It was not optimal to be crossing your legs in the middle of class at university because you accidentally caught yourself staring at your friend´s veiny arms for half of the lecture.Â
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âYou´re still horny,â Wooyoung stated a few days later when you were literally getting ice cream after class.Â
âAnd I´m actually mortified that you noticed.âÂ
âYou´re being stubborn.âÂ
âWe´re not fucking, Wooyoung.âÂ
âDude, at this point I am genuinely feeling bad for you. We can ask Mingi or whoever, just please get some dick.âÂ
âYou´re being kind of sexist-âÂ
âY/N, you look constipated. I am worried for your sanity.âÂ
âJust shut up before I stop talking to you.âÂ
âI can use a blindfold or something if you´re worried about me seeing you naked-âÂ
âYou´d like that, wouldn´t you? Submissive bitch.âÂ
âDon´t degrade me unless you mean it,â He winked at you.Â
âYou are actually insufferable.âÂ
âI´m just trying to help.âÂ
âYou can´t because you don´t understand that this isn´t just about getting some dick!âÂ
âSo what is this about? You tense every time my hands get near you -âÂ
âWooyoung, this is an ice cream parlor. There are kids around, just shut the fuck up.âÂ
âSo let´s go to my place.âÂ
âI´m not getting inside any closed spaces with you unless there are more people around.âÂ
âKinky.âÂ
âOh my god, you know what I mean.âÂ
âI know, just let me tease you. Ok, but seriously now, I think that in order for me to do my duties as a best friend, I need to understand what´s going on.âÂ
âSince when do you care about your best friend duties? You once left me behind alone at a party to get fucked by Yeonjun or whatever you two-âÂ
âAllegedly.âÂ
âNo, Wooyoung. Not allegedly, it was literally me that you dragged to a corner to inform you´d be going upstairs with Yeonjun-âÂ
âNo one knows what happened in that room.âÂ
âYeah, thank god.âÂ
âOk, whatever. Let me help you, tell me what´s going on inside that little messed up brain of yours.âÂ
âNop. I really would rather lock myself inside the industrial freezer in the back.âÂ
âYeah? Then I´m texting Mingi to go to your place and give you the fuck of your life tonight-âÂ
âWooyoung!âÂ
âY/N!âÂ
âJust drop it.âÂ
âNo! Do you actually miss Mingyu? Or dating? Do you want a boyfriend? Is that it?âÂ
âNo,â You groaned, hitting your forehead against the table. Â
âSo?âÂ
âJust- I need alcohol if we´re going to talk about this.âÂ
âOk, let´s go to-âÂ
âWooyoung, it´s 2 in the afternoon.âÂ
And so, he let it go for the moment, but the next time he saw a single drop of alcohol near you, he sat down next to you and crossed his hands like he meant business, a pointed look on his face.Â
â
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âSo?âÂ
âThis is literally my first shot.âÂ
âThen take it.âÂ
âFine,â You begrudgingly complied, and you hadn´t even placed your glass back down before Wooyoung was already pouring you more. Figuring you weren´t going to escape this conversation, you downed your second shot and sighed in defeat.Â
âNow tell me why you aren´t getting your back blown out at this very moment.âÂ
âIt´s really weird talking about sex with you.âÂ
âWe talk about sex all the time.âÂ
âYeah, about other people, not about me, or about you suddenly being willing to fuck me- âÂ
âNot suddenly.âÂ
âYeah, whatever. Pour me some more.âÂ
âThat´s what I like to hear,â He smirked at you, eyes glinting as he filled your glass up. Â
âY/N looks miserable,â Mingi suddenly stated, dropping his body next to you on the couch coming from seemingly nowhere. Â
âDoesn´t she?â Wooyoung agreed, giving you a pointed look as you punched Mingi for the out-of-pocket comment.Â
âWhere did you even come from?â You asked the tall man next to you, excited for a change of topic.Â
âThe kitchen,â He absentmindedly answered you, hand busy filling up the glasses in front of you before handing you one. âTake a shot with me.âÂ
And so you did, hissing at the burning sensation and taking deep breaths to not gag at the taste of tequila.Â
âOK, why does it look like your house burned down?â The man turned his attention back to you after smashing the empty glass on the little center table in front of you.Â
Damn it, Mingi.Â
You didn´t even have the time to begin forming any kind of excuses before Wooyoung answered for you in a heartbeat, âLittle Y/N over here is horny.âÂ
âJung Wooyoung!â You gasped at his choice of words, thorn between hiding behind your hands, punching the man and apologizing to Mingi.Â
Mingi, in turn, was frozen in shock mid pouring himself another shot. And you meant that the man wasn´t even blinking, mouth open and hands stuck in the air holding the glass bottle which you took from him afraid he would break it.Â
âSee what you´ve done?â You sighed to Wooyoung, elbowing his ribs as you tried waving your hand in front of Mingi´s face for a reaction. Â
âWait, what?â Said man came back to life, his voice way higher than what you´re used to.Â
âYou heard it, man. She hasn´t been fucked right in ages-âÂ
âWooyoung, you know what you said about wanting to keep up with your best friend´s duties?â You asked between gritted teeth, about ready to jump the man and rip all of his hair out. âThis is really not it.âÂ
âBut you´re hot!â Mingi seemed confused.Â
âI told her that!â Wooyoung ignored you. âI even told her you´d volunteer to help her out-âÂ
âI so would-âÂ
âShut the fuck up, you two! Wooyoung, I´m about a second away from blocking you on my phone and never seeing you again,â You were also as close to ripping your own hair out. âYes I´m horny, the whole world doesn´t need to hear about it.â Â
Mingi noticed the crazy look behind your eyes and rubbed your back in comfort, he too knew what Wooyoung could do to people when he decided to be annoying. Â
âIt´s ok, love. We´ve all been there,â Mingi assured you and his words did soothe you a bit. Â
âIt´s just â You guys don´t get it. It´s not about just sex. I know I could literally fuck anyone at this party if I wanted to, I´m not dense. I guess I just miss dating but I don´t really want to date anyone at the moment?âÂ
âSo like a friends with benefits thing?â Wooyoung pressed.Â
âNo, that´s just fucking with a fancy title. I mean like, I miss being touched and hugged and pampered and â I don´t know.âÂ
âEvery time I try to hug you, you freeze and glare at me!â Mingi pouted.Â
âI´m just not a touchy person!âÂ
âI know! That´s why I´m not understanding what you want.âÂ
âJust forget it-âÂ
âI get it,â Wooyoung interrupted. Â
âDo you?âÂ
âYeah.âÂ
âAre you sure?âÂ
âYou want a boyfriend without the obligations and feelings involved with a relationship. I was right, you´re needy.âÂ
âOh,â Apparently it made sense to Mingi too.Â
âOk, and with that, I excuse myself,â You say, already standing up to go find someone else to hang out with because you were definitely not ready for the rest of that conversation.Â
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âWhat are you doing here?â You asked in annoyance after opening the door to your place to a very content looking Wooyoung.Â
"I came to be your boyfriend-not-boyfriend,â He smiled proudly.Â
"We're not fucking, Wooyoung,â You managed to sigh and roll your eyes at the same time. "Which is exactly what I told you the other 50 times you suggested it."Â
"Who said anything about fucking? I'm just here to force the touch-deprivation out of you. Now move, I brought snacks," He said as if he hadn't already pushed you out of the way about midway through his sentence.  Â
You sighed in defeat, accepting your peaceful quiet night was ruined - You hadn't even locked the door yet and Wooyoung was already sprawled on your couch organizing the snacks on your coffee table, making way more noise than necessary. Â
"At least you brought my favorite," You noticed, arms crossed as you stood up next to the couch. Â
"These are all your favorites," His eyes were even shining with the amount of pride he had for himself.Â
"Says who?"Â
"Says me."Â
"You called Seonghwa, didn't you?"Â
"Only about the chips."Â
"Knew it."Â
"It's not my fault you literally change your opinions every day."Â
"Welcome to girlhood."Â
"Now sit down and I'll put something on Netflix."Â
"Wooyoung, why-"Â
"Y/N, listen," It was his turn to sigh. "You helped me through a lot when everything happened with my grandpa and you were always there for me when shit went down, just let me help you this once however I can."Â
"Ok, got it. Enough with the sentimental talk," You quickly obeyed. You didn't like serious Wooyoung. Â
"Now, are we feeling Criminal Minds?" He asked once you were sitting next to him, remote in hand.Â
"Sounds great."Â
âPerfect,â Wooyoung agreed as he put on the show, quickly standing up to turn off the lights before sitting back down and opening his arms. âCome here.âÂ
âUh, I would rather not.âÂ
âI don´t care, we´re doing this.âÂ
âI don´t think forcing me to cuddle you will help much-âÂ
âDo you want me to really force you? Because I can,â He raised his eyebrow at you, arms still hanging in the air.Â
âI´m pretty sure I´m stronger than you-âÂ
âOh my god, just shut up,â He groaned and rolled his eyes at the same time, bending his body forward so he could grab onto your waist and pull you against his chest. Â
Ok, yeah. He was definitely stronger than you.Â
âCan you not make it so difficult?â He asked once he noticed how stiff you were in between his legs. âStretch your legs, relax.âÂ
You decided against reminding him that he was in fact forcing you to do this and obeyed, he was just trying to help after all and maybe he did have a point: Some human touch might help calm your mind down. Also, the quicker you played along, the sooner it would be over. So, stretching your legs across the couch you did, letting your body relax against Wooyoung´s, who contently wrapped his arms around you as you both turned your attention towards the Tv. Â
Well, that lasted for about 10 minutes before you started feeling the heat of your friend´s skin radiating and everything started making sense: Being held by someone you loved really was comforting. Huh, who would have guessed?Â
You generally hated being touched by people but right now you kind of felt like a cat, wanting to rub your head on Wooyoung´s shirt and snuggle into his warmth. Â
âCan I play with your hair or will you bite my hand of?â Â
âYou can try,â You answered, not wanting to admit he was right all along and that you would very much like more of whatever this was. Â
You could practically feel the roll of his eyes at your threatening tone as he pulled your head like you were just one big barbie doll, so your right cheek would be rested against his chest, turning your body to the side so now your right shoulder kind of met his chest instead of your back. Â
âOuch, you could be gentler,â You complained, rubbing your forehead skin where his palm was planted seconds before. Â
âWhen you deserve it,â He grunted, eyes fixed on the Tv. Â
âThat was not very let me help you of you.âÂ
It was easy to tell he bit back his comeback, simply taking a deep calming breath and burying his fingers in the hair behind your neck, gently rubbing the area â Maybe you would purr. Judging you now had the upper hand, you decided to in return wrap your own arms around his wait so you could get comfortable and Wooyoung gave you a cocky victory smile.Â
Damn it.Â
The two of you went through the entire episode like that and you were so relaxed that when Wooyoung stood up to open the snacks and grab some wine, you didn´t even complain about how that was a bad idea, sharing some glasses while you watched the second and third episodes and he tossed you around into every cuddling position you never even knew existed, discussing who you though were the killers and all the little gossips of the week.Â
âYou could create like a cuddling Kama Sutra,â You joked, kind of dizzy because of the drink â or because you had an incredibly attractive man holding you for the past 2 hours or so. Â
âWill you quit complaining about my touchy personality now?â He smiled.Â
âNah, this was a one-time thing.âÂ
âAre you at least feeling a bit better?â Wooyoung asked, adjusting himself on the couch to look at you since you were now sitting side to side after the last episode ended. Â
âYes, actually.âÂ
It was true, you were no longer feeling like you could rip your entire skin off if you went through another second of someone not touching you. Â
âI have one last move prepared,â He informed excitedly.Â
âWe´re not fucki-âÂ
âOh my god, will you quit it with the fucking thing? If you keep bringing It up I might start thinking you´re interested-âÂ
âWhat was the idea?â You quickly asked, trying to cut the flirting off before it could lead your brain somewhere you spent the entire night not wanting to go. Â
âLet me give you a massage.âÂ
âWow, you´re really invested in this helping me thing.â Â
âContrary to your big mouth, I am a good friend. Sit down right here,â Wooyoung ordered, opening his legs and pointing to the space on the floor in between his feet. âTonight I´ll take the neediness out of you the best I can since you refuse to go out and get some dick.âÂ
You rolled your eyes and ignored his remark, sitting down where he showed you and waiting silently as he gently gathered your hair and moved it out of the way. You cursed at how your skin erupted in goosebumps as his fingertips brushed against the side of your neck, your breath suddenly caught in your chest.Â
You followed the realization that this was probably a horrible idea with another glass of wine, thankful he couldn't feel your heart beating fast. Â
Wooyoung worked his thumbs in circles, digging them between your scapulae and pressing them up until they reached your shoulders, which he squeezed in the perfect strength to get shivers running up your spine every minute as he repeated the motion over and over. Â
âHow are you so good at this?â You whined, hating how your body was reaction to the touches.Â
âThere´s really nothing I´m not good at.âÂ
âHumbleness,â You offered.Â
âThat was a clichĂŠ answer, you can do better than that.âÂ
âI don´t care, just please never stop.âÂ
âI get that a lot.âÂ
âDo you really need to make everything sexual?âÂ
âI´ve always been that way, it´s not my fault that now that you´re horny it´s bothering you.âÂ
You hated when he put it like that, because yes.Â
And maybe the way he sometimes would squeeze your neck during the massage or just the fact that he was touching you, were getting you feeling some type of way you would rather he did not notice. Â
âIf you were a girl, you´d understand,â You groaned. âOvulation sucks.âÂ
âYou actually just gave yourself the perfect solution, why don´t you fuck a girl?âÂ
´Cause what I really want is fucking you.Â
Oh, wow. Â
Where did that come from?Â
âSpeaking of which, do you even know how to?â You ask, admittedly kind of shy of asking such question. Â
âKnow how to what?âÂ
âLike, have- you like- With women?â You try, motioning widely towards the couch with your hands as if it would help you get your point across so you wouldn´t have to say the words.Â
Wooyoung seemed to get it though, hands suddenly stopping on your back so you would look at him, âY/N, you do know I have fucked women, right?âÂ
âHow would I? You never told me!â You whine.Â
âI thought it would be disrespectful?âÂ
âBut when you told me how much you loved choking on San´s dick it wasn´t?âÂ
âWell, no-âÂ
âOr when you literally shared about how you thought about your fingers inside of me?âÂ
âYou asked for it!âÂ
âI don´t believe you,â You narrowed your eyes towards him. âThere´s no way I wouldn´t have known.âÂ
âDo you want like a list or something?âÂ
âWhat? No! That would be disrespectful.âÂ
âSee?âÂ
âOk, no, wait. Just tell me this: Lauren?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
âWooyoung, nooooo!â You whined.Â
âWhat? She´s hot!â He was exasperated.Â
âOh my god, everything makes so much sense now.âÂ
âWait, did you really think I was gay? We´ve know each other for years! I talk about women all the time!âÂ
âYeah, but I thought you talked about women like Kevin talks about BeyoncĂŠ! Like in a slayy pussy  queennn way, not in a I´d want to fuck her way.â Â
âWould you like me to go around harassing women?âÂ
âNo, listen: I didn´t think you were gay, I just kind of never thought about it?âÂ
"You though I was just joking around with you the other day and you still got all hot and bothered?" Would he quit teasing you? "Kinky."Â
âI thought you were playing and I didn't get any way!"Â
âWhatever you say, princess - Wait, why did you think Ali was always hanging around my neck all these months?âÂ
âI just thought she was kind of crazy â Wait, did you fuck her that good? She wouldn´t leave us alone for a second, it was driving me insane."Â
âI just told you there´s nothing I´m not good at,â He winked at you with a cocky smile on his face.Â
You wanted to die. Â
âWooyoung,â You warned.Â
âAwn, am I getting to you?â His tone was so sarcastic and condescending that a fire burned inside of you that you were afraid was never going out. Â
âIt´s the wine,â You assured, more yourself than him.Â
âIt´s always something.âÂ
âSee? That´s why I told you I didn´t want to be alone with you.âÂ
âAfraid you´ll jump me?â He mocked. âI´m not scared.âÂ
"Just shut up. If whatever you're saying is true, I just want you to know you have the worst taste in women ever."Â
"Well, considering I would love to taste you more than I would anyone else, I agree," He played with your words. Â
âGo wash the glasses,â You ordered, the skin under your cheeks burning. Â
âYes, maâam,â He answered with a laugh, immediately standing up and following along. Â
When you were alone in the living room, your face fell between your hands in despair.Â
You fucking hated Jung Wooyoung and his fucking giant noise.Â
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Stupid fucking Jung Wooyoung. Â
Fucking hell. Â
Cursed be the day that man was born and cursed be the hospital and the doctors and the nurses and everyone in the world for all you cared.Â
Your entire body was filled with rage as you opened the stupid coffee maker to pour the water into the compartment â which you had of course forgotten to fill 10 minutes earlier and almost burnt the whole office down. How would you explain to your boss that you started a fire because your brain was simply too busy flashing images of you sitting on your stupid annoying best friend´s face for the past 4 hours?Â
It has been 2 days since the day at your place, 2 nights since you've gotten a decent night of sleep. "Why is that?" One would ask. Well, the answer would be that your useless brain decided to sabotage you, having you dream about your best friend over and over again â Which wouldn't be so bad if 90% of the dreams didn't consist of you ridding said best friend's face, waking up sweating and wanting to scream.Â
At this point you just wanted to break Wooyoung's nose with a punch, so you'd never have to think about it again. After almost ripping your hair out in front of your computer, you decided on texting Hoshi for Mingyu's number - That's how desperate you were to get stupid fucking Jung Wooyoung out of your head. At least your friend assured that your ex was indeed single now and still didn't hate you, which was enough for you. Â
Not really knowing how to tell your ex-boyfriend, after so much time has passed, that you just wanted him to throw you around, things weren't going as fast as planned and you couldn't keep avoiding Wooyoung forever â One, because he has no sense of boundaries and would just show up at your place if you ignored him and two, you really didn't want to have the conversation that would go down when he found out why you weren't around. Â
It'd been over a week since you last saw Wooyoung in person, you were still in the talking stages with Mingyu, dreaming about your friend every fucking night and staring at his picture on the chatting app for hours while wanting to die. Now, you kind of genuinely didn't care anymore, Mingi and Wooyoung were right, maybe this was just about getting some dick â and you would find out if one could die of horniness if you didn't get some soon. Â
It was Saturday night, Hongjoong decided to throw a small party at his place to celebrate his birthday and you figured alcohol was a good solution since stabbing a knife into your brain wasn't an option. You even invited Mingyu, hoping in person and after a few drinks you'd figure how to ask him to bend you over â The man said he would be pretty late because of previous scheduled commitments but that he would go. Your ex was an incredibly attractive man who knew his way around a lady, maybe you would see all your problems flying away after tonight.Â
Except that after your first cup and some chatting with Mingi and Seonghwa on Hongjoong's couch, Wooyoung decided to arrive. Â
You took one (1) - ONE, UNO - look at the man and grabbed your phone, shooting Mingyu a text: don´t come, party´s canceled.Â
âBro, your hair looks sick!â Mingi shouted before your brain could even begin to process what you were seeing.Â
You were the one actually about to be sick.Â
âDecided to try something new,â Wooyoung smirked, jumping over the back of the couch to sit next to you.Â
You simply stared at him dumbfounded, glad he was too busy stealing the drink from your hands to notice your mouth wide open. Â
Jung Wooyoung just showed up to the party with the bottom part and the front strands of his hair dyed blonde and you weren´t sure what kind of look that even was but you felt like it genuinely changed your whole life. You were pretty sure you got goosebumps when you first looked at him, lucky you were sitting down with the way your legs got weak.Â
âWhat do you think about it?â He asked you after he was content with finishing what was left in your cup.Â
âI hate it.âÂ
Well, you weren´t lying. Your nails were literally digging into the palm of your hands to try and get your head back in place - The new look made his skin look tanner, the mole under his eye darker, the shape of his nose -Â
 The way he pushed his hair back, blonde strands surrounding his face -Â
No, nop.Â
No.Â
âSince I know you´re joking, I´m gonna go say hi to Hongjoong and grab us more drinks so we can get this party started.âÂ
You let him go with absolutely no fight, eyes wide and glued to his form until he was out of your sight as Seonghwa led him to where the birthday boy was supposed to be.Â
âAre you ok?â Mingi asked, noticing the crazy look on your face.Â
âI need Wooyoung to fuck me.âÂ
Your brain definitely was short-circuiting.Â
âOh. Wow. Ok.âÂ
âI´m being serious. And I´m not happy about it.âÂ
âHasn´t he been offering for like weeks now?âÂ
âYeah.âÂ
âSo just go and tell him.âÂ
âThat´s not how it works.âÂ
âOh my god, why do you have to be so complicated?âÂ
âI need him to offer again so I can say no, then when he insists, I will give in and pretend I´m kind of thorn about it.âÂ
âAnd why is that?âÂ
âSo he doesn´t know he won! And I don´t like being vulnerable or whatever.âÂ
âI know we said you need some dick, but maybe you just need some therapy.âÂ
âYeah, that too, but what I really need right now is your help.âÂ
âSure,â Mingi shrugged. That´s what you liked about him, things were simple with him.Â
âI need him to think I´m horny.âÂ
âYou are horny.âÂ
âYeah, but I need him to see it so he will joke about helping me out again.âÂ
âAnd how are you going to do that?âÂ
âWell, I could stand here with a bitch face all night, but it´s Joong´s birthday so I don´t really want to be like that. I don´t really have any other ideas-âÂ
âTouch me.âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âLike, be touchy with me.âÂ
âOh, that could work.âÂ
âThat will definitely work.âÂ
âYou´re good,â You complimented.Â
âYou should come to me for help more often.âÂ
âDon´t push it.âÂ
âFine.âÂ
âYou´re invested, huh?âÂ
âMove closer,â He ordered and you obeyed, sitting sideways on the couch so you were turned towards him, left knee touching his thigh. âLean forward and put your hand on my thigh.âÂ
Despite your body´s discontent, you did as told.Â
âAnd don´t flinch when I touch you,â He warned. Â
âI feel like a spy,â You joked.Â
âAll this because you can´t tell a guy you want to fuck,â He rolled his eyes.Â
âC´mon, pretend you´re not enjoying this, I dare you.âÂ
âTouchĂŠ.âÂ
When your friends came back with more people tagging along, the first thing you noticed was the way Wooyoung´s gaze traveled immediately to your hand on Mingi´s thighs. Â
Ok, yeah, this could definitely work.Â
âHere, princess,â He handed you your drink, which you grabbed with your free hand. Â
âThanks Wooyo,â You smiled at the man before turning your attention back to Mingi, not missing the way your friend squeezed his eyes at you. Â
Thankfully, Wooyoung didn´t say anything about it, sitting down on the floor in front of the couch as a circle naturally formed in the living room so everyone could play something, and the first choice was the 007 game. You went along with the plan, hitting Mingi´s thigh instead of your own, touching his arm when you had to laugh, not going stiff when his hand met the skin almost at the hem of your skirt.Â
You know what? Mingi was actually really hot too, if this night didn´t end how you expected it to, you were so horny you were just about considering asking him to fuck you. Â
Whenever you looked in Wooyoung´s direction, you could practically see the engines turning in his head. It was just a matter of time now and you were already feeling shaky with excitement, which you weren´t exactly thrilled about â But then you looked at him again with that stupid hair and that stupid nose and that stupid half-unbuttoned shirt and decided that to hell with your morals and ethics.Â
Mingi apparently decided his role in the ploy wasn´t enough for him, since after an hour or so passed by and people started standing up to go after more drinks or socialize with other people, he waited for Wooyoung to approach before asking loud and clear, âSo, any luck with the getting some dick thing?âÂ
You were not exactly a good actress but you did know how to flirt, so not really knowing how else to react to the sudden improvisation, you smiled at him, âWhy? Know someone interested?âÂ
âYeah, nice to meet you. I´m Song Mingi,â He half-joked, hand still heavy on your thigh. âOh, Wooyoung. You´re here, didn´t see you there.âÂ
He was good, you had to give him that.Â
âI can see why,â Wooyoung answered, eyes pointing at the contact between you two. Â
âJealous?â Mingi asked his friend, his tone was humorous, but you could see the challenge in his eyes. Even though he was just playing, he couldn´t help being an egotistical Leo.Â
âI wouldn´t say jealous is the right word.âÂ
âDid you know Y/N invited Mingyu over?â Mingi laughed.Â
Wooyoung raised an eyebrow at you, eyes dancing with amusement. Â
âI already uninvited him, asshole.âÂ
âIs that why you´re all touchy today?â Mingi asked. Ok, you would have to buy him some ice cream after the phenomenal performance he was delivering. âThought you would convince her to fuck someone, Woo.âÂ
âBelieve me, I tried,â He shrugged.Â
âCan we quit talking about me like I´m not here? Also, I´m not an animal in heat, stop being weird.âÂ
Well, weren´t you? Â
Really?Â
âYou sure seem like it,â Wooyoung completed.Â
âYou look hornier than me, Wooyoung.âÂ
âI´m not denying it,â He stated matter-of-factly.Â
âOh shit, I forgot my phone with Yunho,â Mingi cursed, suddenly petting his pockets. He was so convincing you almost forgot he was helping you out. âShit, shit, shit. I´ll be back later.âÂ
With that he stood up and quickly marched out of the living room, Wooyoung lazily taking his place next to you on the couch.Â
âWere you really about to let Mingi fuck you?âÂ
âMaybe?â You answer, and well, that wasn´t a lie either.Â
âOuch, that kind of hurts my ego.âÂ
âMingi and I are just friends, now you and I are best friends. There´s a huge difference there.âÂ
âSo, you´re saying you´d fuck me if we weren´t best friends?â He joked. âWow, thank you. I´m shy now. No need for all these compliments.âÂ
You rolled your eyes, not sure what to say that would lead you towards what you wanted, choosing to just be normal and hope the night would eventually get you there.Â
âWhy did you cancel on Mingyu?âÂ
âDidn´t think he would throw me around today.âÂ
âSomeone´s getting bold.âÂ
âShut up.âÂ
âI actually like frustrated Y/N, it´s hot.âÂ
âThen stop bothering me to fuck someone and let me be frustrated in peace.âÂ
âWell, that seems nice but I´m sure you´d look much hotter getting the frustration out.âÂ
âAre we back to the âyou imagining someone fucking meâ thing?âÂ
âI could correct you once again saying that I´m not imagining someone else, but since you´ve made it pretty clear that you´re not interested, I´m not going to.âÂ
That was it, that was your moment.Â
âAnd what if I tell you maybe I am?âÂ
He stopped to give you a knowing cocky smirk that made you immediately regret raising the white flag, âI know.âÂ
âWhat? Ho- No -âÂ
âY/N, you wouldn´t stop staring at me like you wanted me to destroy you in front of everyone while Mingi literally had his hand on you.âÂ
âThat´s not -âÂ
âDo I have to pretend I think you were squirming because of him and not me? I can play dumb if you´d like. I can even go call him back if you tell me you weren´t wishing it was my hand almost getting under your skirt instead of his. So, are you going to give in now or are we going to keep playing this game?âÂ
âWooyoung-âÂ
âWe´re best friends, I know. But I don´t see how you avoiding me because you get wet every time I´m around is doing our friendship any favors either.âÂ
Ok, he did make a pretty good case even though you were already convinced like an hour ago.Â
âYou´re right.âÂ
âI know.âÂ
âSo?âÂ
âI´m not fucking you at Hongjoong´s.âÂ
You stared at him, completely dumbfounded â also not liking how the tables have turned one bit. Wooyoung in turn laughed and sent you another playful wink, âTrust me, you won´t want anyone around.âÂ
âIt took a lot from me to come to terms with this, so we´re either doing it tonight or we´re not doing it.âÂ
âOh, princess,â He gave you a condescending look that got you wanting to rip his hair out. âI find that hard to believe, but I appreciate the enthusiasm.âÂ
âWooyoung-âÂ
âY/n,â His voice was calm, hand finding its place on your thigh where Mingi´s was earlier, except this time the touch burned and got you fighting for your life not to squirm. âI said I´m not fucking you at Hongjoong´s, not that I´m not fucking you.âÂ
âThen let´s go.âÂ
âNow, that would be rude, wouldn´t it?âÂ
âWhy are being like this?â You whined, about a second away from actually hitting the cockiness out of him. Â
âYou have this needy look in your eyes, like you´re ready to drop down and beg at any moment,â He smiled, his free hand gently tucking your hair behind your ear like he wasn´t talking about you on your knees. âIt´s cute.âÂ
âYou know what will be cute? When I ask Mingi to fuck me instead.âÂ
âIf you can go to Hongjoong, in front of everyone, and tell him that we need to leave his birthday party right now because you can´t wait for me to fuck you, I´m good to go.âÂ
âHave you always been this annoying?âÂ
âOnly when I know you´ll like it.âÂ
âYou know you were the one asking to fuck me for weeks, right?âÂ
âI know.âÂ
âYou just know everything, don´t you?âÂ
âSee? You´re hot when you´re frustrated.âÂ
âYou think I´m sexually frustrated but now I´m actually just mad at you.â He simply smiled at you in return, and you rolled your eyes once you realized where you had dug your grave, âI forgot you have a degradation kink or whatever. Can´t even be angry at you in peace anymore.âÂ
âIf you´re really mad at me, we should fix that. I wouldn´t want my best friend to be angry at me.âÂ
âI don´t think it´s possible to fix it considering being annoying it´s like your whole personality. Point proven.âÂ
âCome say that closer,â He winked playfully, and you seriously would cringe at the number of times that man has winked at you if he wasn´t Wooyoung. Â
Ok, coming completely clean: You were also kind of annoyed at the way you were definitely getting wet at the banter between the two of you, like teasing each other wasn´t what your whole friendship has been about for years.Â
It also helped that Wooyoung´s hand was still on your thigh, veins sticking out and fingers filled with rings that you just couldn´t stop picturing against the skin on your neck. Â
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.Â
It took a second to decide if you would actually listen to that one braincell fighting for its life inside your head or not, but in the end, you decided against it, quickly standing up so you could sit on Wooyoung´s lap and take him by surprise as you straddled his thighs, one of your knees on each side of legs. Â
Yeah, there was definitely something pulsing in between your legs. Fucking hell.Â
You moved too quicky for Wooyoung to process what was going on, so it really was amusing the way he violently jerked once you moved your head closer, lips almost brushing his ears as you whispered, âWhat do you want me to say?âÂ
For a second you had almost forgotten it was Jung Wooyoung under you, but he was fast to remind you as one of his hands found its place on the side of your thigh and the other grabbed onto your waist, where his thumb brushed gentle circles against your exposed skin. He took advantage of the fact you were already bent down to say against your ear this time, âYou never told me.âÂ
âWhat?â You asked, creating some distance between you so you could look at the smirk on his face and because you didn´t quite like the way you got weak when you felt his breath against your skin so closely.Â
âThe other day, we made a deal. You said you would tell me what you imagined me doing to you if I told you first, but you ran away after I completed my part. You owe me.âÂ
Under regular circumstances you would have stood up and left right then and there, but the way his palms met the front part of your thighs and started rubbing them up and down, a bit higher each time, got you wanting to play his game to see where it would end.Â
âYou´re right. That day was the first time I ever thought about you sexually, and you know what triggered it?âÂ
âWhat?â He smiled at the way goosebumps erupted all over your skin under his touches.Â
âYour nose.âÂ
âSo you like my nose?âÂ
âAnd your lips, but mostly your nose.âÂ
"And what about my lips and nose?"Â
"Was just thinking about how good they'd feel under me," You look into his eyes, centimeters away from yours, thankful that Hongjoong had deemed the lights at some point of the night and now Wooyoung's face was illuminated only by a pink hue, coming from a fake sunset light your friend had bought on AliExpress.Â
"That's good, âcause I've never wanted someone to sit on my face so bad before."Â
âCareful,â You warned, inching your face closer to his, toying with the buttons on his shirt as your lips were almost brushing. âWe still need to go back to being friends after we fuck and get this off our systems.âÂ
"Iâm sure we can manage," He smiled, inching closer himself so now your lips were indeed touching as he continued speaking. "I'm a good friend after all."Â
"Kiss me then, I dare you," You breathed out, shooting your last shot.Â
He laughed at that, "You know I never back down from a challenge."Â
But well, it worked.Â
Wooyoung made his words true, grabbing onto your waist with a firmness that you didn't know he had to pull you closer. With your chests now glued, his lips finally pressed against yours and you hated yourself for not being disappointed. You so wanted the man to be all bark and no bite, but the moment his tongue met yours you understood why that girl wouldn't leave him alone. You had indeed kissed many people before, but it had never felt like this - and also, you were right, his plush lips were definitely something to obsess over.Â
What didn't surprise you at all, was that like in everything else, Wooyoung was a tease. In some moments when you would deepen the kiss, he would pull back a bit and bite on your bottom lip just to laugh when you groaned in annoyance. When he felt you were getting frustrated at his little games, he would grab onto your hips and grind them against his â which well, definitely got your mind to stop thinking about how insufferable he was. Good thing you knew how to play too, hands finding the roots of his hair to pull harshly on it, almost passing out at the whine he let out. Â
"I love that you're wearing a skirt," He groaned out.Â
"Why is that?" You were so breathless you almost got embarrassed.Â
"I can feel how wet you are."Â
Fuck.Â
"You must be imagining things."Â
"Oh, am I?" The cunning smile he gave you along with those words should have prepared you.Â
It really shouldn't have surprised you when one of his hands left your ass and snaked its way in between your bodies. You leaned back a little to try and understand what was happening, giving Wooyoung all the access he needed to get his hand under your skirt and press the pad of his middle finger right on your clit over your panties.Â
"Told ya," He smirked in content at the way you gasped involuntarily. Â
"Wooyoung-"Â
"What? Weren't you the one who couldn't wait?" He teased, rubbing slow circles with his finger. "If you're already soaked like this, I can't even imagine what it would be like if I just pushed your panties to the side-"Â
"No-" You whined, thorn between just letting him do whatever he wanted or stopping him - since you were very much in the middle of your friend's living room and there were people around.Â
"Getting shy now?"Â Â
âWooyoung.âÂ
âThat´s my name,â You could see in his eyes how much fun he was having teasing you.Â
âYou want me to stop teasing or stop touching you?â He mocked with a smile on his face, finger still working on you as you fought with all your life to not squirm on his lap.Â
âYou know what? If you want everyone to see, I can put on a show,â You sighed, accepting defeat.Â
You expected Wooyoung to smirk once again but was instead surprised when he stopped and retreated his hand, adjusting your skirt back in place. Your heart dropped at the sight, searching for answers in his eyes, but they were busy looking somewhere else: Mingi had gotten back. You could see the way the tall man was frozen at the entrance, eyes wide and hand once again stuck in the air â this time holding his wallet proudly.Â
You sent a glare at the intruder (as if there were not at least 10 other people in the room). The moment Mingi´s eyes caught yours, he jumped as if he had just woken up from a nap and he tried mouthing something like âsorryâ and âoh shitâ so you just rolled your eyes and motioned with your hand for him to move along, preferably far away. He seemed to get the message, almost tripping with how fast he spun on his heels and left. Â
âWhat? Weren´t you the one who wanted everyone to know?â You asked Wooyoung, tone pointy as you climbed off his lap. It was like someone had thrown a bucket of cold water over you. THIS WAS JUNG WOOYOUNG.Â
YOUR BEST FRIEND JUNG WOOYOUNG.Â
THE GUY WHO MADE YOU DRESS LIKE A CHEERLEADER TO GO TO HIS COLLEGE SOCCER GAMES AND CHEER FOR HIM, THE GUY WHO BURPED AND LAUGHED AT HIS OWN DISGUSTINESS, THE GUY WHO DID A CRISTIANO RONALDO IMPRESSION EVERYTIME HE WON SOMETHING, THE GUY YOU HAD TO ONCE RESCUE FROM A PIG FARM AFTER DRINKING WAY TOO MUCH!Â
âYeah, but I guess my protective best friend side spoke louder,â He sighed too, fixing his pants. âDon´t be mad.âÂ
âI´m not mad.âÂ
âYes, you are.âÂ
âYes, I´m mad. Ok? Cause now the magic is over or whatever and I realized you´re my best friend and we can´t fuck.âÂ
He turned around on the couch to be able to look into your eyes, his searching. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out, so he simply closed his eyes, sighed once again and stood up, offering his hand, âC´mon. Let me take you home.âÂ
âSo, Mingyu huh?â Wooyoung asked, one hand on the wheel and the other on the gear. Â
âDon´t do that.âÂ
âDo what?âÂ
âAsk about another man and pretend everything´s normal.âÂ
âWell, I guessed that now that we can´t fuck we can go back to being normal best friends.âÂ
You locked your jaw and crossed your arms. You were angry and you didn´t even know what for â But you expected Wooyoung to fix it, nonetheless.Â
âUse your words.âÂ
âNo.âÂ
âOk, then. Silent ride it is.âÂ
You huffed; aware you were acting like a spoiled child, but you were just angry at the mess inside your head and that your friend was not able to read your mind and untangle everything so it made sense. Maybe you really were just spoiled and angry you didn´t get what you wanted when you wanted.Â
âOh. I get it now.âÂ
âWhat?â Wooyoung asked, eyes moving from the road for a second to look at you.Â
âWhen you call me a brat. I get it now.âÂ
âI was searching my brain for plausible reasons for you to be all sulky, for you to admit you were mad just because I didn´t fuck you at the party?âÂ
âYeah? Not just that, but you know I don´t like when things don´t go my way, I just wanted everything to happen fast so I wouldn´t have time to think about it but then when I thought about it, I felt bad because I still wanted it to happen but I know it shouldn´t.âÂ
âY/N, it´s sex.âÂ
âDon´t make me sound stupid.âÂ
âI´m not, you´re just really overthinking this.âÂ
âYeah, that´s the whole point. And it´s all your fault, so you see why I´m mad now?âÂ
âYes. I´m the worst.âÂ
âYou are.âÂ
âNot when I fuck you, thought.âÂ
âThe moment has passed, Wooyoung. The train has left the station. Deal with it.âÂ
âIf you say so. Are you opening the garage, or should I park outside?âÂ
âI didn´t bring the tag â Wait, are you going up?âÂ
âStreet it is then.âÂ
âAnswer me, stupid.âÂ
âYes, I´m going up.âÂ
âWhat for?âÂ
âYou said it yourself, if we´re best friends and nothing more is ever happening, there should be no problem with me sleeping over, right? We´ve done it thousands of times.âÂ
âYeah,â You squeezed your eyes at him. You knew what game he was playing, trying to prove you wrong â But you were also convinced you were more stubborn than him and that you would instead prove him wrong.Â
âSlumber party, fun!â He exclaimed, taking the key out and tapping your thigh before leaving his car.Â
âSince this was kind of last minute,â You heard Wooyoung´s voice approaching your room, âI didn´t really bring any clothes.âÂ
And there he was, next to your bed in nothing but a towel around his hips, long messy hair slightly dripping down his torso and toothbrush in his mouth, looking all casual like you both knew he wasn´t doing this on purpose. Â
The fact that it was working only made you even more annoyed.Â
âYou know where the drawer with your stuff is,â You groaned, pretending to look at your nails.Â
He looked way too smug as he turned to your closet, opening said drawer to pull out some sweatpants. You kind of expected (or is it hoped the right word?) that he would just unknot the towel and expose himself to try and seduce you, but he behaved and simply pulled the pants under the fabric before unwrapping it. Â
âHave you not heard about underwear?âÂ
âHave you not heard that it´s healthier to sleep without it? You should hang out with me more, I can teach you a lot.âÂ
âYeah, I already see you enough, thanks.âÂ
âCome dry my hair.âÂ
âI think you´re perfectly capable of doing that yourself.âÂ
âYeah, but I like when you do it.âÂ
You rolled your eyes and groaned, pushing the blanket out of you, âFine.âÂ
Wooyoung walked to the bathroom in front of you, surely having planned the way his back and arms looked from behind. You had seen him without a shirt hundreds of times already, why did you feel like you wanted to jump him now?!!?!?!? You figured you were over it after coming back to your senses but oh boy, were you wrong.Â
âHas San been dragging you to the gym?â You asked as he bent over to get the hair dryer from the bottom drawer. You figured making small talk and acting normally would keep your brain busy.Â
âYeah. And you would know that if you opened the hundreds of snaps I send you every day.âÂ
âI´m not 14, Wooyoung. Snapchat died in 2015, sorry to inform you,â You joked as you plugged the dryer he handed you. âGive me the towel.âÂ
He did as told, sitting down on your toilet as you started drying the water excess from his hair. Doing your best so no part of your arm or leg would accidentally touch his skin since you could feel the heat emanating from it.Â
That was no way of living.Â
Once the towel was completely damp, you tossed it on the floor and grabbed a brush, ignoring how he closed his eyes in appreciation at the touch. You fucking hated him and the way your heart was beating fast for absolutely no reason. Â
Now untangled, you reached over to get the hair dryer once again but were stopped with a soft touch to the side of your leg.Â
You looked down at the man expecting an answer and he simply gave you a lazy smile, gently grabbing your wrist and pulling you in between his legs, âCome here. Let me look at you while you do it.âÂ
Well, you let him pull you along because there was nothing really sexual about it, Wooyoung was just a touchy person and he looked like he was about to fall asleep anyways. Â
You turned on the dryer and used your fingers to move his hair around so the heat would get to his roots, feeling the skin of your face heat up at the way he hummed in content. Wooyoung had a lot of hair, and not just that, but he had a lot of thick hair, so you were already aware you would spend a long time in there, appreciating the silence and the fact he was pretty much out of it so you could let your guard down.Â
WHICH IS EXACTLY WHY you jumped in surprise when both of his hands found their way to the side of your thighs, just very softly rubbing them up and down as you dried his strands, goosebumps erupting all over your body at the delicate touch. Â
Once again, just sleepy touchy Wooyoung.Â
Nothing new, nothing to fuss over.Â
Except YOU WERE FUSSING OVER IT BECAUSE ONCE AGAIN YOU FELT A PULSE WHERE YOU DIDN´T WANT TO FEEL A PULSE.Â
This whole situation was just so domestic and nice that it scratched a very specific part of your brain that got you wanting to live in that moment forever â except maybe not with your best FRIEND.Â
âI like when you touch me,â His raw voice came out softly. âYou don´t do it a lot, so I have to enjoy every chance I get.âÂ
You didn´t have an answer to that, the only thing you could think to say was âstopâ but how could he stop when he wasn´t even doing anything to begin with? This time it was not his fault that your mind was in the gutter.Â
âYou have enough people touching you already,â You managed to string a few words.Â
âYeah, but it feels nicer when it´s you,â He opened his eyes, you could see the sincerity in them and you felt bad that you kind of just wanted to punch him and run away.Â
You were also surprised by the sudden unexpected eye contact, which explains why you accidentally pulled one of his strands a bit harshly. WHAT WASN´T EXPLAINED THOUGH, WAS THE LOW MOAN HE LET OUT AND THE WAY HIS EYES CLOSED AS HIS MOUTH PARTED. OR THE WAY YOURS HUNG OPEN TOO AT THE SOUND OR THE WAY YOU COULDN´T STOP STARING AT THE STUPID MOLE ON HIS LIP.Â
It was a moment of insanity, a few seconds when your soul was out of your body; when you tentatively pulled on his hair again, feeling his nails digging into the skin of your thighs and his breathing getting heavier, yours matching.Â
âIf you really don´t want us to fuck then you´re just being cruel right now,â He breathed out, eyes still closed as his forehead met your abdomen. Â
âI don´t?âÂ
âIs that a question?âÂ
âNo. I don´t. I think your hair is dry.âÂ
âIt´s definitely not,â He argued, raising his head once again. âC´mon, finish it. No funny business, I promise.âÂ
You wanted to tell him it´s not him you were worried about, itâs the way your own body was betraying you that bothered you, but you took a deep breath and continued with the work, doing your best to ignore his eyes on you or how his hands were once again toying with your thighs or how his thighs were touching your legs or how he was centimeters away from you.Â
Yeah, a lot of things to ignore.Â
Was your bathroom always this small?Â
âYou smell nice.âÂ
âI shower once in a while,â You agreed. âAnd you said no funny business.âÂ
âI´m complimenting you, how is that sexual?âÂ
âIt´s not,â You agreed.Â
He smirked at you because he too was well aware of the tension, if the way his sweatpants were suddenly tight were anything to go by. Thankfully he didn´t answer because you don´t think you could continue to ignore it if he mentioned he was getting hard just by you drying his hair.Â
Eventually, after what felt like days, you finally turned off the dryer and prayed he would agree to your suggestion, âYou´re done. Wanna sleep?âÂ
âNop, this is a slumber party.âÂ
âWhat? You want to have a pillow fight now or do facemasks and gossip?â You rolled your eyes.Â
âAlthough the first option sounds fun, I was thinking we can watch something until we fall asleep.âÂ
Watch something.Â
Until you fell asleep.Â
In your bed.Â
Sure, what could go wrong?Â
âWhat are you doing?â Wooyoung asked amusedly.Â
âBuilding a barrier between our sides of the bed.âÂ
He laughed loudly at that, crawling into the bed too and taking the pillows from where you were organizing them, âWooyoung!âÂ
âShut up, you enjoyed cuddling once and you will enjoy it again.âÂ
âAbsolutely not.âÂ
âWhat? Afraid you won´t be able to resist me? I thought we were just friends,â He teased.Â
âVery funny-âÂ
âBecause if you´re interested we can just skip the foreplay and go straight to ââÂ
âWhat do you want to watch?âÂ
You ignored his low chuckle, giving up on fighting for the pillows and getting comfortable on your bed so you could turn on the TV.Â
âCommunity?âÂ
âGreat,â You agreed between gritted teeth, opening the Netflix app and putting on the show from where you two had stopped it as Wooyoung fluffed the pillows behind his back next to you. Â
This time he didn´t even ask before pulling you in between his legs, your back against his chest. You didn´t even fight it because honestly, what for? You simply groaned as you felt him searching for the light switch on the wall over your bed. Â
âDon´t pretend you don´t enjoy it, I´ve got you all figured out now.âÂ
âYeah yeah, believe what you want to.âÂ
âShut up, I´m trying to watch the show.âÂ
You huffed, rolled your eyes and crossed your arms all at the same time. You knew it wasn´t at him you were annoyed â although he was sure making a great job at feeding into it. Â
You also immediately regretted wearing shorts as the palms of his hands splayed over your thighs. Â
âIt´s too hot,â You complained, hoping he would let you go.Â
Wooyoung simply stretched out one of his hands and grabbed the AC remote, turning it on before tossing it away and returning his palm to your thigh. His silence told you he was focused on the show and you truly wish you could say the same about yourself, but instead, your eyes were glued to the sight in front of you like it was a car wreck, not being able to look away no matter how much your brain ordered you to. Your knees were bent, your thighs almost touching your chest, so his hands were just right there in your line of sight, all veiny and calloused. Â
The harder you tried to stir your mind away and pay attention to the TV, the more your brain looked like a Wattpad fanfic written by a 40-year-old who just got divorced and discovered sex wasn't just missionary. The conversation you had with Wooyoung about how the girls he fucked became literally obsessed with him kept flashing into your head and you were legitimately about to bite onto your fist and scream for 7 whole minutes.  Â
Your mental breakdown however was interrupted by the man behind you, who with no words started tracing his fingers â seemingly â unpresumptuously over your skin. You ignored it because you had no energy to fight it and as long as it stayed PG-rated it would be fine. Â
The soft touches plus the very cold wind from the AC hitting you got goosebumps to erupt up your skin and you just felt how your nipples were suddenly sensitive against the fabric of your shirt and Wooyoung´s hand were just there, mere centimeters away and oh, you so desperately wanted him to touch them. In fact, you wanted it so badly you were fighting for your life to keep the uncomfortable squirming to a minimum. Â
Thankfully, Wooyoung didn´t notice it â deep down you knew he was just pretending not to for your sake, but if he could, so would you. Â
âWho do you think is hotter, Annie or Britta?â His voice suddenly, almost against your ear, shocked you. âOh, jumpy, are we?âÂ
âShut up, I was just startled.âÂ
âSo?âÂ
âBritta.âÂ
âSame.âÂ
He went quiet once again, except now, when you thought his mind was once again focused on the show, his hands started getting braver. They escalated from just his fingers drawing shapes on the patch above your knees to suddenly coming down to the sensitive skin between your thighs. You jerked involuntarily even though he only traced his fingers about halfway down your legs. Wooyoung once again pretended to not notice your reaction and you pretended to not notice he was touching you. Â
His fingers gently brushing the sides of your thighs all the way to your knees before you could feel the tip of his middle finger slowly grazing your skin down the inside of your thighs, lower and lower each time he came down. At this point your heart was beating so fast it was almost coming out of your throat, your breathing labored and sweat building up on your forehead even though the room was freezing cold. Â
âShe´s kind of annoying, though.âÂ
âWho?â You breathed out, honestly not even knowing your name anymore.Â
âBritta.âÂ
âOh, yeah.âÂ
Silence once again. Â
Attention back to the show.Â
You had to control your whine of disappointment when he retreated his hands. Â
Ok, you took the chance to breathe, count to 10 and give yourself a pep talk. You could do this. You would not fuck your best friend. If not because of your morals and because of your friendship, because fucking him would mean he won, and you would never give Wooyoung the satisfaction.Â
Ok, you could do this.Â
You could definitely do this.Â
Wooyoung gently gathered your hair and pushed it over your right shoulder, the familiar goosebumps showing up once again at the way the tip of his fingers brushed against the skin of your neck. Â
Yeah, you could not do this. Â
The sound that came out of your mouth when his wet lips met the juncture between your neck and shoulder could only be described as a pinscher finding out it could bark. You were in fact shaking as much as those annoying tiny dogs are known for.Â
You froze, not being able to react when you felt him sucking on your skin or when his tongue tried to soothe the pain his teeth left behind. Your core was clenching so hard it hurt.Â
âWooyoung,â Your voice came out as half plead half warning. Â
âHm?â He hummed against a different spot on your neck, and it made it a thousand times worse. Â
 âWe shouldn´t-âÂ
âJust tell me to stop and I will.âÂ
Except you couldn´t. Not when he found your sweet spot and grazed his teeth against it before gently sucking on it. This time you allowed yourself to squirm and you felt it at the same time you heard it; Wooyoung groaned as you accidentally pressed against him and figured out you were not the only one going insane. His dick was hard and now very much pulsing against your ass and lower back. Â
Both of you realized you never told him to stop and you were fighting so hard to gain control of your body back as he kissed the vein on your neck - but it was all lost when his hands snaked around your torso and grabbed your boobs. You whimpered, shamefully, squeezing your legs together to try and relieve some of the throbbing. Â
His kisses grew harsher, as he sucked one spot hard enough to leave a mark, the pad of his middle fingers toyed with your nipples and you simply couldn't pretend you didn´t want this to happen anymore, not with the way you could literally start dripping onto your bed any moment now. Â
A gasp left your lips when his right hand grabbed onto your thigh and pulled your legs open. You felt his dick twitching when he saw the wet patch in the middle of your shorts.Â
âOh, princess,â He sighed, pressing against the stain in pure admiration.Â
âWooyoung-âÂ
âTell me to stop.âÂ
He gave you no time to consider his words, pulling the bottom of your shorts and panties to the side and rubbing his middle finger down your slit to wet it. You carved your nails onto his thighs in return, doing your best to stay grounded. It didn´t even take a minute for you to understand why the prior girls who slept with Wooyoung became obsessed with him, you weren´t really doing anything yet and the second the pad of his finger found your clit while his other hand gently pressed down onto your lower stomach everything became even clearer. You threw your head back on his shoulder in pleasure as he rubbed figure eights against your clit.Â
Yeah, you agreed to pretend nothing happened starting tomorrow, but you figured you would never be able to forget the sound of your best friend´s deep moan against your ear when he felt you around his finger for the first time.Â
âGlad to see I´m not the only one going crazy,â He groaned against your ear - and when did his voice get so raspy?Â
You whined once again, not really knowing what else to do when you were practically on the edge from a minute or two of stimulation.Â
âTell me to stop.âÂ
âWooyoung-âÂ
âI love when you say my name.âÂ
Were you about to cry?Â
At this point, you just wanted him to ignore you and throw you around and do whatever he wanted, but you knew he wouldn´t until you said so, and you were definitely not doing that. Although with every second that passed with his finger on you, that definitely was turning more into a probably. Â
âI never told you.âÂ
âWha- What?âÂ
âFrom all the ways I imagined this happening, I never told you my favorite.âÂ
âWhat is it?âÂ
âIt´s the one where we´re in a sleepover and you´re so desperate that you can´t even go to the bathroom, so you just very quietly put your hands inside your shorts and touch yourself right next to me thinking that I´m asleep. And I pretend I am, but I can hear the small whimpers you try to hold back, I can feel the slight shake of the bed and I can hear how wet you are so clearly. Sometimes, I even imagine you would decide to use me, not even try to wake me up, just sit on my face and ride it until I pretend to wake up and finally eat you out until you´re crying and shaking.âÂ
When you literally had to hold yourself back from finishing at his words, you grabbed his hand and turned around on your knees, smashing your lips with no fanciness against his. He was quick to grab your ass and direct you to sit on top of his legs, your thighs on either side of his in the familiar position as your tongues met and you pulled the hairs on the back of his neck with all the frustration you had inside you.Â
âWe´re not fucking,â You informed in between labored breaths.Â
âWe don´t have to fuck, I just need you to sit on my face.âÂ
You never whined so loudly in your life before.Â
That was the one single thing you have been dreaming about hearing for weeks now and you were so happy you could practically cry, in fact, you almost came right there without even being touched.Â
I´ll be posting part 2 this week because this was already too long and crashing my terrible terrible computer <3
I´ll be proof reading this some other day sorry for any mistakes I´m just a dyslexic girl with adhd and no english lessons ever
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âTHIS IS (NOT) EASYâ â MATTHEW STURNIOLO
pairing. matthew sturniolo x fem!reader genre. smut, fluff, angst
word count. 13.7k
âbeing in this friends with benefits relationship with you was not as easy as i thought it would be...â
content warnings. friends with benefits au, crack humour, explicit content, oral (f & m receiving), fingering, squirting, p in v, unprotected sex (creampies), big dick matt, doggy position, alcohol consumption and mentions of weed, flirty!chris,
âauthors note. i've actually written this before but for a different person on another blog. so if you happen to stumble across that somehow and notice the similarities, its me lol. i just liked the plot so much and i wanted to use it for matt.
âWait, you what?!â
You gasp out loud, not caring about the loudness of your tone, voice piercing throughout the library alongside the squeaking legs of your chair across the wooden flooring as you abruptly straight up in your seat.Â
Other students with their heads shoved in books and laptop screens peek over in curiosity while one irritated classmate leans over the table to shush you angrily, warning you about the volume of your voice but you pay them no mind, gaze fixed on Matt who sits across from you sheepishly.
Matthew Sturnioloâone of the heartthrobs on campus, the quiet and mysterious type that turns curious heads, and undoubtedly the kindest guy in class has been your best friend for the past few years. You met during a practice hockey game where fourteen-year-old Matt had tried to score a goal to impress his brothers and newfound friends, only for the hockey puck to come flying over the glass barrier, hurling straight towards your face and leaving you with a swollen eyeball and a busted up nose.
Matt was unbelievably apologetic, going to extreme lengths by buying candies and ripping up flowers from potted plants to give to you whenever you both crossed paths, begging for your forgiveness over and over again desperately until you socked him in the face, giving him a hefty nosebleed and a bruised cheek in return.Â
A toothy grin spread across your cheeks and you finally had accepted the gifts out of his hands, a happy ânow weâre even!â leaving your lips as you had ripped open the candies, offering him a treat, offering him your friendship.
The two of you became inseparable and if someone saw one of you, they knew that the other would be trailing along behind them. You were two peas in a podâthe dynamic duo. You were so joined at the hip that when you both enrolled for college, you tried signing up for a dorm on campus, wanting and hoping to be roommates.Â
It didnât happen.
Matt ended up rooming with one of his friends, Tyler, while you got stuck with some girl you didnât even know but had become acquainted with over a short period of time.Â
Still, you and Matt never strayed far from each other even with your roommates in the picture. He sleeps over at your place every now and then, and vice versa. Youâre certain that heâs even claimed a whole drawer in your dresser, filled with his spare shirts, sweatpants and underwear.
A lot of your mutual friends, including his brothers, found it suspicious how you two could be so close without anything going on between you both, complaining how the two of you canât be just friends. It was partially the truth.
You are not just friends, youâre best friends.
âIâm just saying, that youâre complaining about not hooking up with someone for a few days while I havenât slept with someone for, like, a month,â Matt repeats to you with flushed cheeks, adjusting the black cap on his head with one hand while the other skilfully twirls a pen around his fingers, âTimes are hard, kid. I got assignments up to my assââ
âThereâs no way you havenât hooked up with someone lately,â You hiss through gritted teeth, refusing to believe a word that comes out of his mouth when heâs talking about such nonsense.Â
A nearby student from the table next to yours shifts around in their seat in annoyance to look at you, pressing their finger aggressively against their lips to tell you to quiet down and you scoff in response, throwing them the middle finger with your own irritancy and annoyance.
âCan you not?â Matt scolds as his hand firmly wraps around your own, squeezing in warning as he guides it back down to the table. He offers an apologetic smile to the student, and as always, it works like a charm as they shyly smile back and resume their work. Another scoff leaves your lips and Matt turns his attention back to you. âIâm telling you the truth, you know.â
âBullshit,â You murmur, sending him a glare. âThat girl from my study group was over at your dorm last weekendâI saw her Snapchat stories.â
âDude, weâre both in the same study group. She came over for some of my notes and ended up staying longer because Tyler offered her an ounce of his âpremium weedâ,â Matt explains, adding a sarcastic emphasis around the word âpremium weedâ which has you snorting, knowing that there was nothing premium about Tylerâs stash. âShe eventually ended up staying over and hooking up with Chris anyways.â
Your face contorts into a look of confusion at that, âWhat? Chris? He isnât even your roommate.â
âI know. Tylerâs sheets are still in the dryer,â Matt grimaces. âBut Nick has had this âsex-freeâ policy on his and Chrisâ dorm ever since that guy screwed him over last weekend.âÂ
âOhâŚâ You pause, amused at Nickâs new policy, but then the realisation finally hits you. âSo thatâs why Tyler didnât have any sheets on his bed when I came over on Monday.â
âYâwait, you came over Monday?â Matt snaps his head towards you, eyes narrowing as he jabs his pen in your direction. âDid you fuck in my bed?!â
âNo. Of course not,â You gasp, deeply offended by his accusation and Matt lets out a sigh of relief, relaxing his shoulders as he leans back into his chair. âWe actually fucked on the couchââ
âAre you fucking kidding meââ
âThatâs besides the point!â You cut him off before he can grill you, silencing him by raising your hand in front of his face when he tries to retaliate again. âThe fact remains, Matt, is that you havenât fucked anyone in a whole month. And thatâs like⌠I donât know, itâs like blasphemy!â
Matt deadpans, his expression devoid of amusement. âIâm pretty sure thatâs not blasphemy.â
âWhatever. You know what I mean,â You dismiss, shoving your books and pens as far away from you as you possibly could, no longer interested in studying the endless amount of words on that page now that youâve discovered your best friend hasn't hooked up with anyone in so long. You sit comfortably in your chair as you fully give him your attention, tucking your legs beneath you. âI canât believe itâŚâ
âYouâre telling me,â Matt huffs, deciding to set aside his own studies too. He rubs his face in frustration, groaning beneath his palms. You console him with a frown, reaching out to rub his shoulder in sympathy. Mattâs hands drop to his lap, and he shoots you a glare, âI canât believe you didnât believe me. Why would I lie about something like that?!â
Youâre quick to defend yourself, âYou fuck more than I do. Of course I'm not gonna believe a word you say when you tell me something like that!âÂ
And itâs true, Matt does have a higher number of sexual encounters compared to you. His boyish charm and adorable face doesnât hide the fact that his body count is probably in the twenties, and that his online bank statements are likely to reveal the frequent purchases of packs of condoms (and maybe a few Plan B pills for extra precaution). Matt has always been cautious and responsible, which doesnât surprise you. Heâs not one to take unnecessary risks or potentially impregnate someone, especially a stranger.
âYou didnât have to say it out loud like thatâŚâ Matt mutters under his breath, cheeks dusting a slight shade of pink as another student turns around in their seat to glare at the pair of you, but her eyes widen comically as she sees Matt. Shyly, she tucks her hair behind her ears with a kind smile that Matt reciprocates. You lean back in your seat with a roll of your eyes just as Matt brings his attention back to you, âAre we done with this conversation? Iâd rather talk about something more interesting than my nonexistent sex life.â
âFine,â You relent. âAre you going to Nateâs later?â
âNo, kidâs got some important hockey meeting or something, so weâre hanging another time,â Matt sighs softly, removing his cap to run his fingers through his hair before readjusting it. âWould you be cool if I came over yours?â
âSure,â You grin, already shoving your belongings into your bag, eager to leave the library as soon as possible. Mattâs lip curls up in amusement as he follows in suit, packing his own things into his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder.Â
As you glance over, you notice the girl still staring at Matt and a mischievous smirk forms on your face as you slam your hand on the desk in front of her, capturing her attention.
You jab your thumb in Mattâs direction and you teasingly offer, âIf you want his number. I can give it to you. Heâs been stuck in a dry spell recently, soââ
Before you can finish your sentence, Mattâs fingers curl around your elbow, yanking you away from the bewildered girl with a huff, âMove.â
âIâve been thinking about somethingâŚâ You break the comfortable silence between you both after a few hours of binge-watching a series and indulging in takeout, dropping your pizza crust into the cardboard box and pushing it aside. Matt sits beside you on the couch, his own pizza in hand, gaze fixed on the TV screen, listening to what the characters are saying.
Matt glances at you with a quick, pointed look as he chews, âThat doesnât sound good.â
âWow. Funny.â You deadpan with a roll of your eyes and he chuckles under his breath, turning his attention back to the TV screen. âAnyway, and hear me out before you say some dumb shit. Iâve been thinking about something that relates to that little problem we both have, and I may have come up with a way to fix it.â
âWhy are you still hung up on this?â Matt complains between mouthfuls. âI donât want to be constantly reminded that Iâm not having sexââ
You quickly raise your hand to hush him and he goes cross eyed to stare at your palm in confusion. âI said hear me out.â
âFine.â
âGreat!â You exclaim with a grin, âOkay, so, you and I are the best of friends, right? We always help each other out andââ
âWhere is this going?â
âHear. Me. Out.â You warn once more, emphasising each word. Matt sighs, nodding his head for you to continue. âWe always help each other out, correct? And thereâs no awkwardness between us, which is what also makes us so close. Remember that time we had to make out in front of Jeremy so he would stop hitting on me? And that time I pretended to be your girlfriend so Gracie would get the hint that you didnât want to sleep with her anymore?â
âWell, yeah, but that didnât exactly work out because we ended up hooking up with them a few days after it happenedââ
âThatâs not the point,â You say as you frustratingly rub at your temples. âThe point is that we always help each other, no matter what the situation is, because weâre best friends. So, as best friends, I think we should help each other out with our little situation.â
âAnd how can we help each other out?â
âBy fucking each other.â
The second those words leave your mouth, Matt chokes on his food, banging his fist against his chest as he coughs, his eyes watering and face turning red. The sight of his reaction has you cackling, wishing you had your phone nearby to take a picture.
After a few moments, Matt manages to regain his breath, reaching down to grab his bottle of water from the side of the couch and gulping it down almost immediately.
You click your tongue against your teeth, a playful smirk on your face. âThat was a little dramatic.â
âAnd youâre crazy,â Matt shoots back, water droplets trickling down his chin as he looks at you with wide eyes. âDo you realise what you just said?â
You nod your head, âPerfectly.â
âWe are not fucking. Itâll be weird,â Matt says, you instantly find offence to that, your jaw dropping in disbelief. Matt rolls his eyes at your reaction. âWeâre best friends. Best friends donât do that type of shitâStop looking at me like that!â
You huff, turning your head away from him childishly. âIâm just trying to help us out. I donât think itâll be weird⌠people have done weirder.â
âAre you aware of how many friendships have been ruined because they fucked?â Matt questions you and you take a moment to ponder, wincing as you can easily name a few from the top of your head. âExactly. As much as I find you attractive, Iâm not going to ruin our friendship. Weâve been best friends for too long.â
Your head slowly turns back to Matt, whoâs already looking at you. A grin spreads across your face as you flirtatiously bat your eyelashes at him, âYou think Iâm attractive?â
âMy god, youâve un-fucking-believable, I swearâŚâ Matt trails off, muttering under his breath as he rubs at his forehead in frustration. You beam at the thought of getting under his skin, but eventually you roll your eyes and reach over to press your foot into his side, playfully nudging him to bring his attention back to you.Â
Matt looks over at you with a deadpan expression and you continue to grin at him, tilting your head to the side as you admire the view.
Truthfully, youâve always found Matt attractive even if it was in a friendly way and youâd be lying if you said that hooking up with him has never crossed your mind, but thatâs mainly because youâre nosy and want to see what all the fuss is about when you constantly hear the girls fawn about what heâs like in bed.
Some say heâs extremely giving, tending to their needs in all ways possible. Some also say heâs demanding and rough, one hand curled into their hair as heâs fucking them from behind, spitting out degrading words into their ears. But youâve also heard that he sometimes comes across as needy and desperate, begging for his cock to be sucked and to be made a mess out of.
It piques your interest a lot⌠maybe itâs wrong of you to think that way about someone you know so well, but youâre human after all, sometimes you canât help the way you think about certain people.
âLook,â You speak up first, letting out a sigh. âWhat I said was just a suggestion, okay? If you donât want to do it, then thatâs fineââ
âHow do you know that it wonât ruin our friendship?â Matt cuts you off and your eyebrows raise in surprise at the question. âWeâve been best friends for, like, six years or something right? I donât know about you, but I donât want to throw that all away because we messed up and decided to fuck each other just because weâre âsex deprivedâ.â
âWeâre not going to get into anything super serious,â You reassure him, crossing your arms over your chest. âSure, weâre probably going to end up in some type of friends with benefits situation, but weâre not going to include any of that official or exclusive title bullshit. We just hook up for a release when we canât find it anywhere else, itâs as simple as that. No complications.â
âSoâŚâ Matt purses his lips in deep thought. âWe can still fuck other people?â
You scoff, âOf course. You think Iâd drop Tyler for you that easily?â
âFuck you.â
Your lips curl into a smirk, âIâm hoping you would.â
Matt stares at you for a brief moment before chuckling, shaking his head as his tongue prods at his cheek. The little action spurs something within you but you remain seated, wanting Matt to be the one to make the first move if he was game in fucking you to help relieve the stress youâre both feeling⌠maybe Matt a little more considering that you fucked Tyler a few days prior, but you were desperate to be filled again.Â
You watch Matt sit in silence for a moment, seemingly deep in his thoughts as his eyebrows knit together, thinking about the pros and cons. His hands come up to pull the cap off of his head completely, his hair messily falling in front of his eyes and your thighs press together as the thought of seeing it between your legs with your fingers threading through the locks.Â
You internally laugh at how deluded you sound.
âWhat time does your roommate get back tonight?â Matt questions you, his low tone bringing you out of your own thoughts and your body buzzes with excitement, fumbling as you reach over to snag your phone off the coffee table to check the time, informing him that she wonât be home for another three hours. âAlright. Good to know.â
âSo?â You press, dropping your phone back down as you look at him expectedly. âWhatâs it going to be?â
Matt takes a deep breath, âNo titles.â
âNone at all.â
âWe can still fuck whoever we want.â
âWhoever, whenever.â
âAnd most importantlyâŚâ Matt pauses with a deep sigh, leaning over the couch closer to you and he holds up his hand, his pinkie outstretched. âWeâre still best friends.â
âItâll be like nothing ever changed.â You promise softly with a smile, curling your pinky finger around his own, squeezing it tightly to keep your promise.
Itâs silent between you both for a while, and you can clearly see the cogs turning inside Mattâs head as he thinks about his next move, yet youâre the one that decides to take that initiative.
You rip your hand away from his to throw your arms around his shoulders, fingers buried into his locks as you drag him towards you to eagerly plant your lips on his. Youâre surprised at how fast Matt responds to the kiss as his hands come up to cup your cheeks, tilting his head to the side to kiss you deeper, slipping his tongue into your mouth.
The plenty drunken kisses youâve shared with Matt to help each other out of sticky situations is nothing like the kiss youâre experiencing right now, and it catches you extremely off guard. You were expecting him to allow you to take control of what was happening and lead him through it considering you were the one to bring it up, but with the way Mattâs pushing you backwards to lay you down on the couch and crawling between your open legs with his lips still attached to yours, youâre stumped.Â
âWait,â You stop him, pressing your palm against his chest to push him back and Matt moves away with raw, wet lips, his fingers hovering above the waistband of your shorts. âWhy are we doing this on the couch? I have a bed we can use.â
Matt glares down at you, âThat didnât stop you and Tyler from fucking on my couch.â
âActually, there were no sheets on Tylerâs bed, soââ
âThink of this as payback,â Matt smiles at you sweetly and you snarl, knocking your leg against his side with force and he laughs through clenched teeth, âBesides, youâve probably fucked a lot of people on this couch⌠Do you really care?â
You blink up at him. âAre you implying that Iâm a slut?â
Matt shrugs, âMaybe, yeah.â
âThatâs so hot of you.â
Matt chuckles and leans down to reconnect your lips, fingers unbuttoning your shorts and pulling them down your legs with your underwear, carelessly throwing them somewhere to the side and you hiss at the cold air that hits, yearning for warmth.
Mattâs lips trail down your throat and to the collar of your shirt, nipping and sucking at your skin, heading south to where your thighs shake in anticipation. Your bottom lip catches between your teeth as you watch him shuffling down to lay between your legs, hands pushing against your knees to spread you further apart, the coldness of his rings prickling at your skin.
Your own hand reaches down to thread your fingers through his hair, trying to tug him closer but he barely budges, gazing up at you with his brows knit together.
You whine, âHurry.â
âAre you always this impatient?â
âOf course,â You look at him like heâs stupid. âWeâre both doing this for a reason and itâs to cum, not to take our sweet little time andâOh shitâŚâ
âFucking yapping. You talk too much.â Matt drags his tongue through your folds, the pink muscle swirling over your clit and your body jerks in shock at the sensation, a gasp fleeting past your lips as your grip on his hair tightens, feeling his tongue wiggle between your folds and licking upwards to flick over your clit before his fingers tease at your entrance.
Your body goes slack against the couch cushions, mouth stuck open as he eases two digits inside the warmth of your pussy, curling his fingers upwards as his lips wrap around your sensitive clit and you whine, tugging at his hair a little harder which causes him to groan, the vibrations causing goosebumps to shoot up your spine.
Youâre in shock at how well Matt actually uses his tongue and fingers. Of course youâve heard stories from your girl friends and even Matt himself, but you didnât expect him to be this good and it completely catches you off track, unable to control the noises that rip from the back of your throat when he begins to pump his fingers in and out of your cunt while using his tongue to work wonders on your clit.
âMatt,â You whisper his name with a moan, thighs twitching and closing in around his head. You feel him smirk against your pussy and you squeeze your thighs in warning. âStop it.â
âDonât tell me youâre going to cum already?â He asks, his tone a little condescending as he raises his head, mouth glistening with your arousal. His fingers continue hitting that spot that has your toes curling and back arching against the cushions. âYou can cum, if you want.â
âYouâre so fucking cocky,â You tut, fighting the urge to smile but you amusement ends up slipping away and is overcome b y pleasure as he pumps his fingers a few more times, the tightening band in your stomach snapping as you cum all over his fingers, gasping through high pitched whines and trying to control the convulsing movement of your body.
âThatâs it,â Matt hums, pressing a quick kiss to your pussy. âGood job.â
You choke out your words, unable to come up with a full sentence as your hand falls limp onto his shoulder, fingers twitching over the material as you breathe heavily. âWhat the fuck was that?!â
âMe eating you out,â He answers matter-of-factly, a hint of smugness in his tone as he pops his fingers into his mouth to lick them clean. Your mouth drops in shock at the action and he meets your gaze, âYou good?â
âYeah⌠good.â You nod dumbly, completely astonished at how nonchalant Matt is acting as you watch him tug his sweatpants and boxers down his legs awkwardly when he sits up, eyes automatically zoning in on his cock that slaps against his stomach once freed from its confinements.Â
Honestly, you have seen Matt naked. Heâs comfortable with stripping in front of you and changing without any thought. But⌠youâve never seen Matt hard, and the sight alone is enough to have your mouth watering.
Your best friend is huge.
âOkay,â Matt mumbles to himself, crawling forward and hooking his hands under the back of your knees to pull you closer to him, his thumbs caressing your skin. âAre you sure youâre ready? You know thereâs no turning back from this, right?â
âIâm as ready as Iâll ever be,â You grin as you wiggle against him excitedly. âGive me what you got, sweetheart.â
âDonât call me that.â Matt clicks his tongue against his teeth, shaking his head as he slowly eases his cock into you. Slowly, your eyes start to widen at the stretch, the burn obvious in your core and thighs, and your hand flies down to his in hopes to slow down his movements despite him going as slow as he possibly can.
You try to breathe steadily through your nose, lips pressed together tightly as your wince at the uncomfortable ache that spreads, your pussy clamping down on him as if you were trying to prevent him from pushing any further.
âOw.â You whisper, twisting your hips to try and get comfortable and relax but you wince at each movement you make, causing Matt to raise his gaze from where youâre connected to look into your eyes, his own pooling with concern.
âAre you okay?â
You hum with a curt nod of your head, âNothing of that significant size has been up there before, you know? Iâm just⌠feeling uncomfortable, thatâs all.â
Mattâs lips curl into a grin, âYou calling my dick big?â
You send him a hardened glare, âNot as big as your fucking head.â
Matt laughs loudly and he lays his hand flat across your lower stomach as he adjusts himself between your legs, head ducking down slightly to watch himself slowly push into you once more, but the second your legs tense up, he sighs apologetically and strokes your stomach, sliding his cock out of you and you whine at the sudden feeling of emptiness, looking at him with a pout.
âGive me a second, okay?â Matt orders you, gently grabbing your waist to help turn you around on all fours. The brows pinch together at the new position, but your body seems to relax when you feel his hands slide around your back and press down tightly, arching it to hold you in place as you feel his cock at your entrance once more. âThis should feel better. But tell me if it hurts? I donât want to hurt you anymore.â
âJustââ You grit your teeth together. âJust fuck me, Matt.â
âYou got it.â Matt whispers as he pushes himself back into you again at a slower pace and you gasp, your fingers gripping the arm of the couch, head dropping low to rest on the cushions as you try to control your breathing. The new position was definitely better than the last, but you can still feel him stretch you out to fit you around his cock. âIs my dick really that big?â
âAre you asking because youâre concerned or because you want me to boost your ego?â
Matt smiles, âMaybe both.â
You donât even get the chance to retaliate with your own snarky comment as Matt fills you up completely, hips pressing to your ass and cry out at how full youâre feeling, unable to think properly as he pulls back, leaving the tip nestled in your cunt before thrusting back in.
Matt curses loudly behind you, fingers digging into your ski as he rocks his hips into you, his thrusts sending your body jerking forwards. You squeeze around his cock and he grunts, changing his pace and you canât help but fuck youtself back onto him, whining and panting at the pleasure that swirls in the pit of your tummy.Â
The lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin is enough to have your eyes rolling back in pleasure, driving you even closer to the edge along with his rapid thrusts and continuous cursing. Youâre positive you can even hear him praise you a little bit, muttering about how tight your pussy is.Â
You wouldâve never guessed he was into such dirty talk. Matt continues to amaze you.
Your pussy clamps around his cock when you feel his hand sneak beneath your body to reach between your thighs, the pads of his fingers rubbing diligent circles on your clit and you mewl, your own hand coming down to latch around his wrist.
âShit,â You slur your words, drool seeping past the corner of your lips. âSo goodâfuck, Matt, donât stopâsâgood.â
âYouâre funny if you think Iâm gonna stop.â Matt chuckles behind you and you can feel the tears build up in your waterline as Matt leans over your body, holding himself up with one hand on the arm of the couch, his other still rubbing circles on your clit. You gasp as how deep heâs nestled within you and it has you seeing stars, your toes curling and your body tensing up as his cock fucks into your cunt, repeatedly hitting that spot over and over before your second orgasm of the night hits you violently.Â
Your screams are muffled by the cushions, walls pulsating around his cock as you cum, struggling to hold up your own weight as your body falls limp on the couch. Pleasure buzzes through your veins and it sends you mind whirling as Matt fucks you through it to reach his own high, moving his hand from your clit to rest on your lower back, arching your ass up to fuck you deeper.
âWhere do you want me to cum?â He pants heavily, thumb stroking the bottom of your spine. âFuckâtell me where I can cum.â
âAnywhere you want.â You slur your words, craning your head to the side to look at him, capturing how his eyes widen slightly.
âAnywhere?â Matt repeats as he slows down his movements and you nod your head, only to yelp in shock when he pulls out of you completely and flips your body around once more. You stare at him in surprise as he crawls up your body, resting a hand on your cheek and pulling down your bottom lip with his thumb. âHere?â
You donât give him a verbal answer, instead you open wide, welcoming him and Matt grins, pushing the head of his cock into your mouth and sighing as your lips close around him, suckling on his tip as he cums in long spurts down your throat, brows knitting together in pleasure and moaning softly as your tongue presses against his slit, swallowing everything he gives you.Â
Thereâs a comfortable silence as Matt removes himself from above you, choosing to drop down in the limited space between your body and the couch, running his fingers through his sweaty hair as he tries to catch his breath.
It takes you a few seconds to comprehend what had just happened, staring between Mattâs naked lower half and yours before you abruptly sit up, rolling onto your knees that pop as you stare down at him incredulously.Â
âMatt!â You screech, punching his shoulder with such force that has him wincing.Â
âOw!â He hisses, rubbing the area. âWhyââ
âWhy the fuck didnât you tell me you were that good?â You immediately cut him off, not allowing him to finish as you shake your head quickly. âWe shouldâve done this ages ago!â
Matt rolls his eyes in annoyance despite the grin that spreads across his cheeks as he throws his arm over his face, âShut up.â
âOkay, so, let me get this straight,â Nick pauses to chew and swallow his sandwich, pointing between you and Matt on the opposite side of the table. âYou two decided to hook up last night because neither of you have hooked up with anyone in a long time, and now youâve made some sort of deal that when you canât find release somewhere else, youâll go to each other?â
âYeah.â
âWhat the actual fuck?!â Nick exclaims, looking at you both as if youâve grown an extra head before abruptly turning to Chris and Tyler who are sitting beside each other silently, watching everything unfold. âWhy are you guys saying anything?!â
âI donât think itâs as bad as youâre making it out to be,â Chris shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly before he turns his attention to you, furrowing his eyebrows. âAlthough, I am kind of offended you didnât ask me to fuck you.â
You grimace, âIt makes me queasy thinking about where your dick has been, if Iâm honest.â
âWhen was the last time you got tested?â Matt teases his younger triplet, a slight smirk curling at the ends of his lips as he leans back into his chair, hands shoved deep into his pockets as he manspreads. Chris rolls his eyes and retaliates by throwing him the middle finger.
âAnd youâre okay with this?â Nick questions Tyler who slowly nods his head as he rolls a blunt beneath the table, lips pursed in concentration.Â
âWhy wouldnât I be?â Tyler questions back, lifting his gaze to Nick and raising a brow before looking back down to his lap. âWe just fuck, thatâs it. And besides, sometimes I get so faded that I canât even get my dick up. She needs good dick and I canât give it to her when Iâm that out of it.â
You gasp in awe, reaching across the table to grip his arm. âYou are so thoughtful!â
âSo Iâm the only sane fucking person that thinks this is a stupid idea?â Nick shakes his head in disbelief, biting into his sandwich with a deep sigh. His eyes suddenly widen, a piece of lettuce hanging from his mouth as he erratically pats his pockets. âWhereâs Nate? Somebody text Nate right now.â
âPlease, you know damn well Nate isnât going to give a shit,â Chris cackles with a grin, adjusting the beanie on his head. âPretty sure he fucked his girl best friend last year.â
âYeah? And where is she now?â Nick looks at all of you expectedly for an answer and you frown, sinking into your seat with your arms crossed over your chest. âExactly.â
âCome on, kid, itâs not like thatâŚâ Matt tries to explain. âWe talked about it. Weâre not doing any of that exclusive or official title stuff. Weâre not making it weird.â
âMeaning we can still hook up with whoever we want.â You add on, eyes flickering over to Tyler and you give him a pretty smile, only for him to look back at you with a smirk and give you a flirtatious wink.
âSo, what Iâm hearing is,â Chris pauses, leaning his elbows on the table and resting his chin on the palm of his hand as he bats his eyelashes at you. âThereâs still a chance for me?â
Nick immediately plugs his ears as he repeatedly mumbles, âI donât not want to hear this. Stop it immediately. I hate it.â
âHate what?â Nateâs voice interrupts from behind and you whiz around in your seat, grinning widely as you see Nate approaching your table with his hockey jersey in one hand and his books in the other.Â
He greets you all with a smile, placing his belongings down on the table before grabbing an empty chair from another, the metal legs scraping across the floor as he drags it to place beside Matt, slapping his hand down on Mattâs shoulder in greeting as he sits down.Â
âWhat are you talking about anyway?â
âThey hooked up,â Nick immediately jumps straight into it as he points at the two of you and you sigh, throwing your head back in frustration. Matt laughs beside you. âAnd theyâre going to continue to hook up whenever they donât have anyone else to go to, soââ
âOh, nice man.â
Nick stares at Nate, âNo. Not nice. Not nice at all,â Nick shakes his head. âYouâre all helpless. Dumb and helpless, every single one of you.â
Nate pulls a face, âI mean, itâs not as bad as youâre making it out to beââ
âThatâs what I said~â Chris sings.
âAnd besides, theyâre grown adults. They can do whatever they want.â Nateâs words make your brows raise with little surprise, watching as he flips open his book and grabs the pen that rests behind his ear, biting the cap off with his teeth before looking at you. âIâm surprised it took you both this look to actually hook-up⌠I thought it wouldâve happened months ago.â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âJust means I thought you two wouldâve fucked months ago.â Nate smiles and shrugs his shoulders innocently, blowing the cap out of his mouth and watching it with his hand before he begins to scribble on the pages. You roll your eyes, glancing over at Matt who shrugs his own shoulders, not fully understanding the meaning of Nateâs words but chooses not to dwell on it any longer as he reaches for his drink, sipping through the straw as he gives his attention to Chris who angles his phone in his direction to show him something you could barely see.Â
Nick shakes his head, still in disbelief as he shoves the last remaining bite of his sandwich into his mouth before grabbing his book out of his backpack to take notes alongside Nate. He then comically raises his head up to point his pen at you and Matt.
âAlso, just to let you know, I donât want to hear any complaining from either of you when this whole situationship bullshit ends up going to literal shit,â Nick warns before he slowly turns to the pen to point to himself, âBecause I will laugh in your face and simply say, âI told you soâ.â
A scoff leaves your lips as Matt speaks, âRelax, kid. Everything is going to be fine. Plus, this whole thing could just be a one time thing⌠It might not even happen again,â Matt turns to look at you. âRight?â
A smile finds its way onto your face as you lean your elbows on the table, chin resting on the palm of your hand as you give him an affirmative nod. âRight.â
âFuck, Matt.â You moan out his name repeatedly, back arching off your bed, gripping the pillows resting behind your head with your mouth wide open. Mattâs fingers pump in and out of your pussy, squirting over his hand and splashing onto the bed sheets below you.Â
He laughs as you shove your face into the crook of your arm, body trembling and breathing whines slipping past your lips from the overwhelming sensation of him fucking you with his fingers.
Your legs clamp shut around his hand but heâs already prying you back open with the other, holding them down to the bed as his fingers curl upwards, almost bringing you to tears at the pleasure in the pit of your tummy.Â
âThere we goâŚâ Matt hums softly, milking you for every drop you can give. You quiver and gasp when Matt comes to a stop, the grin on his face evident as he pulls his fingers from your cunt and you whine, struggling to raise your foot and kick him in his side. He captures your ankle in his grasp, drawing circles with his fingertips. âYou good?â
âYou good?â You mock him, tone nasally. Your arms flop to your side as you take a deep breath, ignoring the way Mattâs laughing at you. âThat was intense⌠I felt like I was going crazy.â
âThank you,â Matt grins, eyes twinkling as he slips off your bed. âYour need to change your sheets though.â
âWow. So gentlemanly of you to offer to help.â You mutter sarcastically under your breath, clicking your tongue against your teeth. You stand up from the bed and your knees buckle beneath you, causing you to panic and immediately reach out and grab onto a surface to steady yourself, throwing the middle finger up in Mattâs direction when he chuckles.Â
He tells you to go shower while he takes care of the sheets and you immediately oblige, patting his arm in a quick thanks as you wobble out of your bedroom and into the bathroom, eager to clear yourself up after previous activities.Â
You take longer than usual to shower, taking your time to scrub your body clean and even wash your hair, not even caring about what Matt could be doing inside your home as he waits for you, but you pause your routine when you actually begin to think about your relationship with Matt.Â
Itâs been almost three weeks since you started hooking up with Matt, showing up at each other's places whenever youâre in need of sex, getting it over and done with before hanging out properly, before even getting a bite to eat or binge watching a series.Â
You still sleep with Tyler. Youâve even fucked Tyler and Matt on the same day. Matt doesnât care, of course he doesnât, and personally neither do you. But there have been a few moments where you start to recall the amount of times you had chosen Matt over Tyler⌠and it was a lot.Â
You and Matt are supposed to fuck whenever you have no one else to go to. And yet, give the choice⌠you still chose Matt.Â
A loud call of your name and a fist banging against the bathroom door startles you out of your thoughts, âI need to piss. Hurry up!â
âJust come in!â You yell back at him, frowning as you face the stream of water to let the soap run off your body as you mumble, âItâs not like you havenât barged in before.â
You hear the door creak open behind the shower curtain and you poke your head around just in time for Matt to unzip his pants to relieve himself, his head tilting back with a sigh of relief.Â
His eyes meet yours when he turns his head and his brows knit together, giving you an odd look. âWhat?â
âCan I ask you a question?â He blinks before giving you a quick nod. âAre you still fucking other people?â
âYeah,â That answer relieves you a bit. âI was with Sadie last weekend.â
âI have another question.â
âWhy are youââ
âIâm asking the questions,â You cut him off and Matt laughs, nodding for you to continue as he zips up his pants and washes his hands. âHas Sadie, or any other girl, been available on the same day that Iâve been available? Or asked you to come over?â
âUhâŚâ Matt ponders for a moment, bottom lip poking out his deep thought as he dries his hands on a towel. âYeah, I think so.â
âAnd who did you end up choosing?â
âYou.â
It shocks you at how fast he answers your question and you grip the shower curtain for support, the slippery floor of the shower almost making you tumblr. He chose you too⌠is that wrong? Youâre uncertain and it makes you feel a little uneasy. Surely there must be a reasonable explanation to why you choose each other instead of fucking other available people.
âWhy are you asking me that anyway?â
âCurious,â You answer quickly as you close the curtain to block him out and continue showering, ignoring the way heâs mumbling under his breath how strange you are. âWait. I have another question.â
âAsk me when youâre down showering.â
âWhy?â The tone of your voice turns sultry as you smirk, âIs knowing Iâm naked behind this shower curtain turning you on?â
Matt doesnât answer. Instead, his arm shoots out from behind the curtain, hand curling around the faucet tap to turn the temperature of the water, laughing like a maniac as he hears you scream from the cold water that splashes your skin.
You hated birthdays.
Actually, you hated your birthday.Â
You hated knowing youâre getting older each year, desperately wanting to go back to the ages where all you worried about was not making a fool of yourself in front of someone you had a crush on, or not knowing the biggest high school gossip about who was seeing who behind whoeverâs back.
Now, at your growing age, all you worry about is failing college and not being able to get a good enough job to provide a future for yourself.
You wish nobody knew it was your birthday, but having such a close group of groups who knew you better than you knew yourself, it wasnât going to be easy, and you almost spun around and darted out of campus when you saw Chris twirling a gift bag in hand with helium balloons that spelt out âbirthday girl!â in big, bold letters tied to his wrist.Â
âThere she is!â
You wanted the ground to swallow you up.
âHappy birthday!â Chris yells loudly when you reach their circle, letting your backpack drop to the grass beside Tyler who looks up at you with a dopey smile. Chris shoves the gift bag into your hands when you finally sit down, huffing at the weight of the bag. âI bought you something.â
âI told him not to, I promise,â Nick tells you as he applies chapstick before he leans in close, âBut as always, Chris doesnât fucking listen.â
âAnd I never will,â Chris grins, untying the strip of balloons from around his wrist to tie them around your own, ignoring the dark glare you give him as he smiles at you cheekily. âLook inside. Itâs all the essentials you need.â
âI swear to god, if youââ
âShh,â He pressed his finger against your lips. âLess talking, more looking.â
You roll your eyes, swatting his finger away from your face before peering into the bag. A soft, genuine laugh leaves your lips when you first see two bottles of your favourite alcoholic beverage and a few chocolates, but you immediately cease all laughter and amusement when you see a pack of condoms and a Plan B box sandwiched between the pair.Â
Tyler peeks over your shoulder to drop a pre-rolled joint and a few gummies into the bag for later, but makes a funny noise when he sees the condom pack. He dips his hand inside the bag to pull it out, throwing it back at Chris who fumbles to catch it.
âHeyââ
âShe doesnât use condoms.â
Chris gapes, slowly turning his head towards you with widened eyes. He leans forward, nose brushing against yours as he speaks, âAre you sure you donât want to fuck me?â
Nick yells and covers his ears, threatening to punch his youngest sibling in the throat as Nate and Tyler snort.
âPositive,â You giggle and pat his cheek, causing him to whine and slump back into his own space in defeat. âIâm thankful for the gifts, but please⌠you know I hate celebrating my birthday. And were the balloons really necessary too? Did you have to make it more obvious?â
Chris frowns, tugging at the string. âBut the balloons are pretty.â
âShe doesnât like balloons, kid.â
Your head whizzes around so quickly youâre positive you could hear it crack at the speed, a grin spreading across your cheeks when you see Matt standing behind you looking at your balloons in disgust. But your eyebrows raise in surprise when you see Sadie standing beside him.
You greet her with a wave and she reciprocates, wishing you a quiet happy birthday which you thank her for and motioning for them both to join you in your circle, but Sadie shakes her head with an apology, announcing that she has to be somewhere else.
You watch as she places her hand on Mattâs bicep, asking if they can meet up later but Matt shakes his head, telling her that he already has plans and her face deflates for a moment before nodding, bidding him and the rest of you a goodbye before leaving.Â
Matt lets out a huff as he drops down to the grass, stretching out his legs and knocking his foot against yours, mouthing you a quick happy birthday and you smile in gratitude.Â
âSadie seems to be hanging out with you a lot recently,â Nate points out and Nick nods his head in agreement. âYou like her?â
Matt shakes his head, âNo. She was just asking me if I wanted to do something this weekend.â
âAre you?â
âNo,â Matt mindlessly starts plucking the glass, avoiding everyone's eyes as they zone in on him. âI donât have the time. Got some assignments to finish for my classes.â
Hearing him say that he hasnât got the time sparks interest in you, and you begin to wonder if Matt would end up asking you for some well needed release. It excites you, especially when you realise you havenât been under him or on top of him in a few days and you press your thighs together at the thought of possibly getting dicked down sooner rather than later.Â
Itâs a birthday gift, you say to yourself when you try to give an excuse to why youâre so needy to be fucked by Matt. Itâs just a birthday gift⌠yet, you have Tyler right beside you, someone whoâs easily available and someone who used to be frequent in giving you the best birthday sex of your life.
You could ask Tyler to come over tonight, but why wasnât the question being asked? Why does it feel like youâre stopping yourself from asking something so simple and easy?
Perhaps youâre so used to sleeping around with Matt that it doesnât even occur to you to ask someone else anymore. Tyler doesnât seem bothered, maybe because heâs been getting his fix elsewhere too, so why does it bother you?
A quiet call of your name brings you out of your thoughts and you turn your head towards the source, gazing landing on Matt who is looking back at you with a kind smile.Â
He shuffles further into the circle to get closer to you, voice dipping low. âCome home with me later? I have something for you.â
âWhat is it?â You instantly ask back, excitement evident in your tone. Even though you werenât the biggest fan of celebrating your birthday and receiving gifts, there was no doubt in your mind that Matt was probably one of the best people to receive gifts from, knowing he usually goes above and beyond to give you the most memorable birthday.Â
You smile when you remember the three-day spa voucher he gave you last year when he and his brothers had taken you away for the weekend, it was the most breathtaking cabin you had ever been to. The sunset above the lake was still photographed in your memory, so was the midnight drive he took you on when Chris and Nick were sleeping.
The sights were beautiful, and you were grateful to have seen it with your best friend.
âYouâll find out.â Matt tells you with a smile, refusing to give you a hint of any sort as he turns his attention to Nick to engage in a conversation. You pout, shoulders slumping in defeat and Chris knocks his arm against yours, voice teasing as he whispers in your ear;
âLooks like my gifts will come in handy after allâOW!â
âThis is actually fucking ridiculous.â You giggle as youâre blindingly walking into Mattâs dorm, his hands covering your eyes to prevent you from seeing even though youâve tried countless times to peek through the gaps between his fingers.
Mattâs chest rumbles against your back as he laughs, waiting for you to toe off your shoes at the entrance before leading you further into the room.
You have the layout completely mapped out in your head from the amount of times youâve been at his place, already knowing that heâs leading you into the kitchen just by the cold marbling that you feel beneath your feet.Â
You almost trip as Matt shoves you down onto a chair and whispers a countdown in your ears before he removes his hands from your face. Your vision is blurry for a moment and you try to adjust to your surroundings with a few blinks, jaw dropping in complete awe as the splotches begin to disperse and you see whatâs presented in front of you.
âAre you kidding me?â You whisper softly in astonishment at the gifts that are laid out across the table. You spot a few of your favourite scented candles stacked on top of each other, a bottle of perfume that you were one hundred percent certain that was sitting in your wishlist on an online store you were browsing a few days prior, and a miniature bag with the logo of your favourite jewellery store.Â
You feel extremely overwhelmed, the urge to cry becoming harder to keep at bay as your eyes water and string, throat tightening over how thoughtful Matt had been.Â
You turn your head towards him with your bottom lip quivering and Matt snickers, pulling a party hat from god knows where and advancing closer to you.
âYou assholeâŚâ You insult jokingly, using the sleeves of your shirt to wipe at your eyes, hoping that the tears wouldnât dare fall as Matt secures the hat on top of your head. You point to it, âIsnât this a little cheesy?â
Matt rolls his eyes, snapping the elastic band against your chin for extra measure and you hiss at the slight sting it causes, punching his arm in retaliation but he pays no mind, smiling to himself as he turns his back to you for a moment to open the refrigerator door, pulling out a white squared box.
He balances it on the palm of his hand with ease, using his foot to kick the door shut as he makes his way back to you.Â
Youâre grinning widely at the thought of what could be inside the box, even though youâve already guessed itâs a cake. Your hands rub together excitingly as Matt places it on the counter and gently slides it over to you, the box still in his grasp as it stops in front of you, drumming his fingers on the cardboard.Â
Sensing your eagerness, Matt lifts the lid off of the box and the excitement on your face drops almost instantly, expressionless as you peek inside to see the miniature spongebob themed cake staring back at you.
You raise your head to see Matt already grinning at you, tongue poking at his cheek as he opens up a drawer to retrieve two plastic forks, twiddling them between his fingers.
You deadpan, âAre you sure weâre not celebrating your birthday right now?â
âBe quiet, you like spongebob just as much as I do,â Matt scoffs as he hands over one of the plastic forks and you take it with a smile. You go to cut out a piece for yourself but freeze when Matt makes a weird noise, gazing up at him in alarm. âWait. Hold onâmy godâlet me take a photo first.â
You roll your eyes but happily oblige as Matt fishes his phone out of his pocket and angles it towards you. You pose, pointing to the cake with a wide smile, almost blinded by the flash when Matt takes the picture and you immediately rub at your eyes, trying to get rid of the blotches while spitting a few creative curse words that make him giggle.
He quickly takes the opportunity of you being blinded to slide beside you, holding his phone high to take a selfie and you poke out your tongue, using your free hand to cup Mattâs cheeks while he rests his on top of your head.Â
Before you have the chance to complain about how hungry you are, you gasp in shock when you feel the coldness of the cakeâs frosting rubbed on your cheek and the shutter of the camera goes off when Matt takes another photo, capturing you mid chaos as you dig your fingers into the side of the cake to smush a piece against his own cheek, grinning evilly as the yellow frosting covers his skin.Â
âAlright, alright. I deserved that,â Matt sighs with a lighthearted laugh, making sure his phone is tucked away and out of the icing zone. âMakes a good blackmail photo though, donât you think?â
âIf that goes anywhere, I will kill you.â
âYou already know thatâs going on my Instagram, sweetheart.â Matt teases you and you scoff jokingly, shaking your head as you reach for the napkins that are laying conveniently at the side, trying your best to wipe away the frosting before it drops and stains your clothing.Â
Matt manages to clean himself up pretty easily and decides to help you out when he notices you struggling, plucking a spare napkin from the pile and he takes a hold of your jaw, facing your towards him as he gently wipes at your cheek, careful not to rub too hard at your skin.Â
Youâre suddenly awkward of the close proximity and you grow silent, watching as you cleans you up diligently. The concentrated look on his face is what causes your stomach to whirl and heart bloom with warmth, his eyebrows furrowed and gaze zoned in on the area he needs to clean, tongue licking over his bottom lip.
âMattâŚâ You call out his name quietly to grab his attention and he pauses, staring right at you. He seems to slowly take notice of how close you both are, taking in the limited space between you both and he goes to remove his hand away from your face but stops himself short with a noise, bringing his hand back to finish the job.
âHappy birthday, sweetheart.â Matt whispers to you once he finally wipes away the frosting from your cheeks, smiling down at you with adoration swirling in his eyes and your breathing gets caught at the back of your throat for a moment at the sudden affectionate gaze, unsure of what to say or even what to do with him looking at you the way he is.
Your hands move up to take the birthday hat off of your head, dropping it to the side carelessly as your arms curl around his shoulders, pulling him into your embrace. Mattâs arms slide around your waist, holding you close to his chest as he hugs you back, burying his face in the crevice of your neck and exhaling deeply.
âIâm so thankful,â You admit, squeezing him tight as the emotions within you struggle to be contained. âFor real, Matt. Iâm really grateful too⌠thank you for making this birthday special again.â
âItâs not over yet, you knowâŚâ Your hear him mutter in your ear and you go to pull back, to question him on what more he could possibly give to top everything else heâs down for today but heâs already bending his knees, arms falling low to lock around your thighs and throwing you over his shoulder with a huff, smacking his hand roughly against your ass as he carries your giggly self to the bedroom.Â
Friday nights will always be your favourite nights to let loose and party.
Dressing up in your prettiest outfit that makes you feel confident and sexy, decorating your body with the shiniest of jewellery you own and drinking the most intoxicated drink you could find while mingling with your friends.
Talking with your girls face to face after a week of classes had unfailingly lifted your mood, catching up with all the gossip you missed or only briefly discussed over the phone, finally adding your own two cents into situations which they eagerly agree with a nod of their heads, tapping their cups to yours before taking a sip.Â
âSpeaking of unusual relationships,â Sarah, one of your dearest friends, turns to look at you with a grin, âHow's it going with you and Matt? Have things turned awkward yet?â
âNope,â You shake your head, buzzing happily. âWeâre fine. The whole âhooking up with your best friendâ culture isnât as complicated as everyone makes it out to be. Everyone gets dramatic about it for no reason.â
Kendall lets out a heavy sigh, nursing her drink in her hand, âI donât know how you do it. I canât even imagine hooking up with Isaac. I mean, heâs attractive, but weâve seen and know too much about each other to get physical on an intimate level⌠props to you.â
Anna shifts her gaze to you next, âDo you still fuck Tyler?â
âOn occasion,â You admit. âBut honestly, Iâve been so wrapped up in assignmentsââ
âAnd Matt.â
You give Sarah a smirk, âI havenât really had the time to call up Tyler and ask him to fuck. He doesnât mind anyways. Heâs been busy smoking and selling weed for some extra cash.â
âWhat about Matt? Is he still fucking around?â
You pause at that, lips pursing in deep thought before you shrug your shoulders, âI donât know. I havenât asked recently if Iâm honest.â
Kendall gestures over your shoulder, âLooks like youâre about to find out the answer.â
You crane your neck to follow the direction sheâs pointing in, noticing Matt standing near a back wall with a drink in hand, deep in conversation with Sadie whoâs smiling, locked on each word heâs speaking to her.
Feeling your eyes on him, Matt looks up to meet your gaze, raising his drink in greeting and you grin, lifting your own cup before he resumes back in conversation.
You take in his appearance with interest; a black fitted tank top paired with some loose fitted jeans and shoes youâre certain he definitely stole from Nickâs closet. The silver chain deer hangs from his neck and silver rings adorn his fingers. You wouldnât admit it out loud, but he looks good.
âTake it easy with the lovey dovey eyes,â Sarah teases, nudging your shoulder to bring your attention back to her and you laugh, tipping your head back to finish the contents of your drink. âHe does look good though, so I donât blame you.â
âWhen was the last time you fucked Matt?â You direct your question towards Anna who shrugs her shoulders in response.Â
âI donât remember,â She smacks her lips together. âDefinitely more than two months ago, thatâs for sure⌠No disrespect to you but god, I miss his cock. How he walks around with that thing completely baffles me.â
Kendallâs eyes widened slightly, âIs Mattâs cock big?â
âYes.â
You and Anna share a knowing smile and high give each other. You drone out the complaints Kendall makes about wanting to fuck someone with a big cock and how Isaac always sets her up with people who are both shitty in bed and lack personality, you being too focused on looking around the room to find a clear path to get more drinks and you dismiss yourself from your girls for a moment as you spot Nick and Tyler pouring vodka into each others cups.
You bound over to your favourite boys, throwing your arms around their shoulders and startling them with your presence, but Tyler hazily smiles you when he sees itâs you and presses a chaste kiss to your temple as Nick hugs you tight in greeting, offering to fill up your cup which you happily give him.
âWhere have you been?â Nick asks you as Tyler takes your hand in his to twirl your around, whistling as he eyes your dress. âYou look pretty.â
âCatching up with my girls because I spend way too much time with you guys,â You explain, but cheesily grin at the compliment you received on your outfit. Nick hands you your filled drink and you thank him, taking a quick sip as your eyes glance around the room, âWhereâs the rest of the guys?â
âChris is around here somewhere trying to get laid and Nate is talking to this girl he likes from his classes,â Nick informs you before he laughs. âMattâs been talking with Sadie for the past hourâ-sweet girl is trying to make her move.â
âAnd why arenât you showing off your charms tonight?â
Nickâs face immediately drops, âPlease. Iâm done with boys. All they make me feel is absolute regret and disappointment.â
You smile in sympathy, âYouâre looking at the wrong guys.â
âNo,â Nick shakes his head. âTheyâre all the same. Everyone of them. Disgusting.â
You loop your arm around his, tugging him into your side, âWhat if I introduce you to this guy in my class? Heâs tall⌠handsome⌠sweetâŚâ
Nick eyes you, clearly interested in what youâre telling him and he holds his head high, âMaybe.â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âChris!â You greet him happily as he appears beside Tyler, staring at you all with a confused look but grins when you throw yourself into his arms to hug him tightly, swaying you both back and forth. âI thought you were trying to get laid?â
âI was,â Chris sighs as he pulls away from the hug, but keeps an arm wrapped around your middle. âBut she has a boyfriend and heâs, like, scary looking and I didnât feel like getting nightmares for life.â
You frown, patting his shoulder. âWhat a shame. The dry spell continues for you.â
Chris leans into your touch, batting his eyelashes prettily at you with a smirk, âYou can change that for me if you want.â
Nick fake gags behind you as you smile, âIn your dreams.â
Chris sighs jokingly, dropping his head low. âGuess Iâll keep on dreaming then.â
âDreaming about what?â
The sound of Mattâs voice has you spinning around, beaming happily as your eyes meet his but it falters slightly when you notice the fake smile heâs sporting, wanting to question him and ask him whatâs wrong but you bite your tongue, not wanting to bring attention to the subject, knowing itâll make Matt uncomfortable putting him on the spot.Â
You reach out and touch his arm, giving him a comforting squeeze which makes him seem to relax, using your grip on him to tug your into his side and for Chrisâ arm to slip from your waist.
âChris is saying weird ass shit about her again,â Nick fills Matt in, wafting the smoke that Tyler blows in his face teasingly when he takes a hit of his joint. âHowâs Sadie?â
âFine,â Matt replies simply, licking at his lips as he turns to you. âDo you want to get out of here? Just me and you?â
Chris immediately takes offence to that, âWhat about us? What are you going to do without us?!â
Matt goes to answer but Nick immediately raises his hand, silencing him. âDonât answer that. Just donât.â
Youâre in complete bliss with Matt holding himself above you, your back is arched, bare chest pressed to his as he nips and licks at your neck, his hips lazily grinding into yours, cock hitting deeper than heâs ever been.
The pace is slow, something that youâre not used to when it comes to Matt, but you donât find the voice within you to complain, enjoying it a lot more than youâd admit with your fingers tangled in his hair, cries spilling from your lips with your legs hooked over his waist.
Heâs grunting in the crevice of your neck with each deep thrust, one hand caressing the side of your face while the other finds a place beside your head, holding up his weight.
Youâre whining from the loss of contact when he moves his head away, missing the feeling of his teeth against your skin, the slight stubble scratching your face and you look up at him pleadingly, but heâs frozen as he stares down at you, despite his hips thrusting automatically into you.Â
âFuck, sweetheart, youâre so prettyâŚâ You barely hear him mumble and your heart pounds against your ribcage at the complement, body feeling more heated and warm.
âMattââ
He cuts off your words by planting his lips on yours with the most sweetest and softest kiss heâs ever given you, and you melt into the touch, fingers untangling from his hair to cup his cheeks in your palms, gasping through the kiss as Matt's cock cock slowly pulls out of your pussy before pushing back in, sending a shrill up your spine.Â
The band in your tummy tightens with each slow but powerful thrust he gives you, thighs shaking around his frame, unable to keep up with his kisses as your mouth falls open with short gasps and whines, white specks flickering in your vision as your feel yourself inching closer and closer over the edge.
âCum,â Matt whispers, breath fanning over your face as he pants, âDo it. Cum on my cock.â
You wail as the band snaps, orgasm crashing down on you violently. Your body convulses, pussy squeezing around his cock, keeping him buried deep which has him moaning, his own hips stuttering as he cums. You feel him pulse inside you, filling you up with everything he gives.
Mattâs head slumps down on your shoulder as you try to steady your breathing, wincing as you feel him slowly move his hips back to pull his cock out of your sensitive cunt, your hand falling from his face to drop down at your pussy, gathering his cum that pools out onto your fingers.
âIâm sorry,â Matt apologises against your skin, âIâm sorry, Iâshit. I shouldâve asked if I couldâfuck. I got too overwhelmed. Iâm sorry.â
âItâs kind of cute that youâre apologising,â You admit, gently pushing him off of your body to sit upright. âBut you donât need to apologise⌠this isnât the first time you came inside me, Matt.â
âI know,â Matt runs his fingers through his sweaty hair. âI usually ask...â
âMatt. Itâs fine,â You reassured him, placing your palm on his bicep. âIâll forgive you a thousand times more if you help clean me up though.â
Matt smiles and nods his head as he slips off the bed, disappearing out of the room for a moment and returning with a wet towel. He sits between your parted legs, gently cleaning up the mess, whispering apologies and apologies every time you wince when he presses down on sensitive areas, thighs closing around his hand which he carefully pries open to resume his job.Â
You sit in silence, watching him, frowning at the troubled look you see on his face, not used to seeing Matt being so closed off with his feelings and emotions, especially towards you. He hasnât been open and honest with you in the past few weeks, he hasnât come to you and asked for your reassurance or help.Â
It makes you feel a little bit defeated.Â
Something is different, and you struggle to pinpoint what it is.
The questions lay on the tip of your tongue, desperate to be brought to light and asked, and even more desperate to get the answers youâve been craving. Your relationship with Matt has changed since the proposition youâve made about sleeping together, but heâs still your best friend.
âWhatâs going on?â You finally ask and Matt freezes, fingers clutching the wet towel in his grasp tightly. âAnd please donât lie to me⌠I can tell when youâre being truthful or notââ
âWhat am I to you?â Matt suddenly asks and youâre a little thrown off at your question being answered with his own question. He takes his hand away completely as you blink at him, feeling confused. âEven with all this going on⌠what am I to you?â
âYouâre my best friend?â
Matt seems to frown deeply at that, âSo nothing has changed? At all? Even with us sleeping together? Iâm still your best friend?â
âWhâof course!â Youâre baffled, assuming that with the way Matt is speaking about your situationship, that he is worried that you have gained some negative feelings towards him. It hurts you, and youâre eager to reassure him, to let him know that everything is okay. âMatt, youâll always be my best friend. We promised nothing would change, right? Iâm keeping that promise.â
Matt closes his eyes as his shoulders sink in defeat, âIâŚâ He drops his head with a sigh. âI canât do this anymore.â
You bring your knees up to your chest, âDo what?â
âThis,â He gestures between the two of you. âI just⌠I canât. Not anymore. I canât continue sleeping with you.â
âOh.â You swallow thickly, feeling something heavy weighing in your throat. âWhy?â
âThings have changed,â His voice is quieter now and it makes your heart shatter at the tone. Does he hate you? âI canât continue whatever this is and be your best friend at the same time, it has to stop. Itââ Matt sighs, rubbing at his forehead. âIâm sorry.â
âItâs fine,â You mutter as your chin rests on your knees, hugging your legs closer to your chest to cover your modesty. You refuse to even look at him now, finding interest in the sheets below you as your throat tightens up more, feeling sick at the thought of him hating you so much that he canât even continue sleeping with you. âIâm sorry too. I donât know what I did to make you hate me, but Iââ
âWait what?â
ââIâm just so sorry. Especially if I came across too forward and for putting you in such a position, I know you were so hesitant about this in the direct place.â Youâre babbling now, unable to take control of yourself due to the overwhelming feeling that washed over you. âIâm so fucking sorry, Matt.â
âWait⌠I donâtââ
âCan we not tell the others right now?â You raise your head to meet his eyes this time. Heâs looking straight at you, confusion and disbelief swimming in his irises but you ignore it, chewing the inner skin of your cheek. âMostly Nick. I donât really want to hear him laugh in our faces and give us the whole âI told you soâ speech he threatened us with at the start.â
Matt calls out your name and extends his hand to touch you, but youâre already climbing off of the bed, searching around for your underwear and dress that was thrown across the room earlier.
Youâre too embarrassed to continue on with the conversation, to ask him what exactly you did to make him grow to hate you so suddenly. Truthfully, you didnât really want to dwell on it too much, the pain of losing someone like Matt already making your heart ache.Â
You just wanted to go homeâto be in the comfort of your own bed and curse yourself out, and probably cry to the point you might just forget everything that just happened. You are feeling a little teary, but you wouldnât dare cry in front of Matt right now.Â
âIâll, uh, see you around or something,â You sniffle, shoving the heels onto your feet and casting one final look his way. âIâm sorry.â
Itâs been almost two weeks since your last encounter with Matt.
You shouldnât be avoiding him like you are. Itâs childish, you know that. But you canât force yourself to face someone who used to be your best friend and now seemingly hates your guts.
Maybe you shouldâve waited a few more minutes, to give him enough time to explain the entire situation and how he was feeling but you were selfish, you didnât want to hear him explain in full detail what you had done to make him change his feelings towards you so negatively.Â
You miss him. Of course you miss him. For years heâs been your best friendâyour other half, more like. There was no you without Matt and vice versa. You werenât exactly sure on how you could continue moving on without Matt by your side, as dramatic as it sounds⌠but youâve always been a little dramatic.Â
His brothers, Nate and Tyler have been blowing up your phoneâ-courtesy of you ignoring them too, not wanting to hear Nick rub it in your face on how the âfriends with benefits bullshitâ you had with Matt actually did go to shit. You also didnât want to hear the others continuously ask questions about what happened and what had changed.Â
Even your roommate, someone who keeps herself out of your business and hardly ever bothers you, had cornered you one morning at breakfast, asking why you looked so glum and why the âshirtless and tattooed Boston fuckboyâ wasnât joining you both anymore.
Youâre not the type to let anyone know your worries, so youâre surprised when you find yourself explaining to your roommate about what happened in full detail.
She gave you an unimpressed look, calling you a little stupid for not staying behind and listening despite you letting it be known that you couldnât bear to listen to why his feelings turned negative towards you. Your face twisted and turned, offended by her harsh words but you allowed yourself to let her talk and not interrupt even though you desperately wanted to.
âYou jumped to your own conclusion,â She told you when she was collecting the dishes. âYou know, for two close best friends who talk to each other every second of the day, you have some major miscommunication issues.â
So, thatâs what leads you to now; you sitting alone in the living room with your phone in hand, staring down at yours and Mattâs chat with your thumb between your teeth, biting down on the skin anxiously as you try to figure out how to start a conversation, to let him know youâre ready to listen.
from you: i think we should talkâŚ.
from matt: good because im almost at your house anyway. I had to go get something.
from you: ???? u coming over
from matt: yes from matt: i was going to make you listen to me from matt: its kinda important kid.Â
You snort at his message, sending a quick thumbs up emoji before throwing your phone to the side, awaiting his arrival. Your leg nervously shakes in the corner of your vision and your eyebrows knit together, placing your hand down on your knee and squeezing tight.
As if that will stop you from being nervous.Â
Youâre about to hear the reasoning behind why Matt's feelings had changed for you so negatively, nothing can prepare you for it.Â
Just bite the bullet. Take it like a champ.
The rapid knocking on the door rips you out of your thoughts and your head slowly turns with a confused look sketched upon your features. Was that Matt? Matt never knocksâhe freely walks in like itâs his own place usually, always making himself at home.
You push yourself up from the couch and make your way towards the front door, taking a peek through the peephole to see Mattâs form, teeth nibbling at his bottom lip with his hands behind his back, swaying back and forth nervously. You grow even more confused and concerned, pulling open your door to face him fully.
âWhy did you knockââ
âHate you?!â Matt suddenly cuts you off with a shout, startling you with the loudness of his tone. His eyes are wide as he stares at you, full of disbelief. âHate you, Iâfuckâhow could I hate you?! Iâd never hate you⌠god, youâre so frustrating sometimes.â
Your lips quirk upwards, âNice to see you too?â
âI donât hate you. At all. When I told you that things have changed, I didnât mean anything bad by it⌠I pretty much meant the oppositeâŚâ Mattâs words trail off and before you can even get the chance to ask him to explain exactly what he means, air gets caught at the back of your throat and you struggle to speak as he pulls his hands from behind his back; a bag of candy in one and a handful of ripped up flowers in the other. Your heart thumps rapidly. âIâm going to tell you something and I just⌠I need you to listen to me.â
You barely whisper, âOkay.â
âBeing in this friends with benefits relationship with you was not as easy as I thought it would be,â Matt tells you, his honesty making you pull your attention away from the gifts in his hands to meet his gaze. âWe promised each other that weâre not going to involve any titles to make it complicated for us⌠yet here I am, standing in front of you with the same candy and flowers in my hand from when we first met, about to confess my fucking feelings to you, Iâm soââ
âYouâre rambling.â You cut him off, a smile creeping onto your lips.
âYeah, of course I am,â Matt laughs at himself, shaking his head as he awkwardly scratches the back of his neck before he straightens out, keeping his eyes on yours. âI fell for you. Hard. I think I sort of realised it on your birthday but I didnât want to say anything just in case whatever I was feeling wasnât what I thought it was⌠but when we were at that party and I saw you from across the room, talking with your friends, I realised how much I actually do fucking like you and that it wasnât just my dick talking.â
You snort as you repeat, âDick talking.â
âShut up,â Matt smiles at you, his own laugh fleeting past his lips before he sighs, âI like you. Iâm falling in love with you, and I get it if you want to reject me because of how fucking weird this whole thing turned out⌠but I would actually like to continue being with you, not just as a best friend but as your boyfriend.â
Youâre too busy repeating his confession in your head to notice that Matt is waiting for an answer, bottom lips tucked between his teeth as he bites down nervously, visibly shaking out of excitement or fear due to the fact he just confessed his entire feelingsâyou werenât sure which one was right.
The silence from you kills Matt and his face drops when you step forward to quietly take the flowers and candies out of his hands, taking a step back inside your house. His shoulders slump in defeat, taking your nonverbal response as a rejection to his proposal of him being your boyfriend.
He goes to turn around, to get the fuck off your doorstep and drive home, hoping that the intense embarrassment he feels coursing through his veins is enough to make him disappear.
But he freezes mid escape when he hears the rustling of you ripping open the pack of candies, spinning around to see you looking at him with the prettiest smile.
He watches, heart thumping wildly, stomach fluttering with nervousness and excitement as you extend your arm out, angling the bag in his direction and a grin spreads across his face, unable to control the happiness that bursts from within.
Youâre giving him a treat, youâve giving him a relationship.
Šsturnioz
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read to me
short and sweet lando + reading blurb for @coff33andb00ks đ i really, really hope you like it, viv! you know my thoughts on it already lol and i'm so sorry it's so shortđ please forgive me!!! summary: you finally have a day together after weeks away from home - lando suggests a day out, but all you want to do is read your new book. pairing: lando x fem!reader word count: 876 words tw: mild cursing
You loved traveling the world with Lando â discovering new favorites in every city, making memories across the globe. But sometimes, you wished that life could move a little slower.
Days like today are ones you cherished with all your heart. Both of you at home in your shared apartment, no plans or work or distractions. You woke up that morning before Lando, quietly slipping out of bed and tip-toeing to the kitchen to make a cup of whatever random tea bag you could find in the cupboard after a triple-header and no groceries.
The clock read 8:11am and you were positive that Lando wouldnât be up for at least another hour given how exhausting the last few weeks have been. Rather than climb back in bed and potentially disturb him, you flopped onto the couch and weighed your options for entertainment.
Out of the corner of your eye you spotted a book that a friend had recommended to you that youâd ordered and forgotten to pack before leaving for Spain. You settled deeper into the couch, threw a blanket across your lap, and opened the book to the first page, immediately hooked by just the first line.
Enraptured with the words before you, you didnât realize the time or hear Lando repeatedly calling your name from the bedroom. He trudged out into your living room to investigate and saw you snuggled into the couch, oblivious to all of your surroundings.
âBabe?â He spoke quietly, from directly behind you.
You screamed in shock â the book flying from your hands and landing on the floor with a loud thud.
âWhy did you sneak up on me like that?!â You yelled, launching yourself up to grab your book from the floor before any of the pages got crinkled.
âIâve been calling your name for the past five minutes! How long have you been awake?â
âWhat time is it?â
âAround 11amâ I canât believe I slept that long.â
Your eyes drifted to your mug, tea long forgotten and no longer steaming.
âHoly shit,â you mumbled. âIâve been reading for almost 3 hours, I didnât even realize.â You placed the book on the coffee table next to your mug, attempting to stall your thoughts about the last full chapter you read and turn your attention to Lando as he hopped down on the couch next to you.
âWe finally have a whole day to ourselves â what are you in the mood for?â Lando questioned, moving to throw the blanket over himself and lay in between your legs with his head in your lap â his self-proclaimed favorite spot. âWe could grab lunch at our favorite place, maybe ice cream after a walk on the beach, go rope some friends into a game of padel, anything you want, love.â
You mulled the options given over in your head while Lando looked up at you expectantly. You tried to think of other options to suggest to convince him you wanted to go out, but in all honesty, nothing sounded more appealing than staying inside, snuggling with your boyfriend, and finishing that damned book.
Your fingers carded through his curls, pretending to think long and hard about what activity youâd tackle together. Lando, always attuned to your emotions, noticed your hesitation and the quick glance you gave the coffee table.
âWhat if we stayed home, actually?â He offered, watching your eyes light up and a small smile grace your cheeks.
âAre you sure? Weâve barely done anything the past three weeks, if you want to go out, Iâll get ready!â
The feeling of your hands massaging his hair, your midsection providing the perfect pillow, and the giddy look on your face at the thought of more reading made answering you the easiest thing in the world.
âIâm so sure. All that matters to me is that Iâm spending the day with you, and besides, I could do with a few hours of relaxation.â
You leaned down and kissed him softly in thanks â a contended sigh escaping his mouth when you then turned to kiss his cheek before returning to sitting upright.
âWill you read to me?â Lando murmured. âYou know how much I love the sound of your voice.â
You smiled and bent over gently to grab your book, turning back to page one because how could you subject Lando to starting in the middle?
Within ten minutes, soft snores echoed throughout the room and Lando had wound his arms around your waist, nuzzling his cheek against your stomach. You smiled down at your overgrown cat of a boyfriend, gently tossing your book back over to the table so youâd have free hands.
One in his soft curls and the other resting between his shoulder blades. Nothing meant more to you than these moments â being close to him, complete relaxation, seeking comfort in one another.
You were content to sit and stare down at him for as long as he remained asleep. The straight slope of his nose, long lashes brushing against his cheekbones, how his lips parted slightly. Despite all the places youâd been, monuments and cities youâd seen, there wasnât a sight more lovely than Lando Norris.
Reading would simply have to wait when your eyes could instead gaze upon someone so beautiful. Â
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yeah, you might want me to drop dead (but i don't even care)
summary: Atsumu x F!Reader. atsumu would categorize your relationship like this: he thinks you're hot when you're angry. you would categorize your relationship with atsumu like this: he had woken up one day and decided to drive you out of your fucking mind insane.Â
word count: 2k
cw: miya atsumu's degradation kink (it's still sfw he's just not subtle), suggestive at the end
a/n: another resurrected fic from the drafts. walk him like a dog, bitch, walk him like a dog
Miya Atsumu was a player known for his thirst for blood. Like his brother, who termed the all-consuming need to dominate their opponent hunger, he relished in complete fucking annihilation. He was hardly soft off the court, too: few of his peers could withstand his cutting humor, his teammates couldnât understand how he hadnât scared off his fan club, and he had crushed a few hearts beneath his heel in his time.
Heâd met his match in the natural enemy of heartbreakers: his universityâs resident maneater.
âHey!â Atsumu calls your name, lengthening his stride to catch up to you. You grimaceâhe can barely see your side profile now, but oh, youâre slowing down so he can catch up. Unusually considerate.
Oh, no, thereâs just a clog in the artery of the crowded hallway, halting your escape.
âHi,â he sing-songs, stretching the word out several extra syllables.Â
âGood morning, Atsumu,â you say tightly, drawing up your shoulders so your arm wonât brush his bicep in the limited space. âI was hoping youâd died, since you werenât in lecture this morning. Better yet, maybe someone buried you alive last night and you hadnât dug your way out yet.â
âYou went with the option that doesnât kill me! You care,â he says happily, and takes a moment to bask in it. âI was actually at a volleyball game, you should come to one sometime, Iâm pretty good at itââ
âIâd rather walk in traffic, âTsumu,â you shoot him a wide smile that makes his knees feel weak and wobbly and shove your way straight through the crowd of people, leaving only an uncaring âScuse me! in your wake.Â
A lot of people would categorize your relationship with Atsumu as complicated. Atsumu is not one of those people.
Atsumu would categorize your relationship like this: many moons ago, you and he had been in a few of the same classes and shared some mutual friendsâmere acquaintances. He hadnât known you very well. In fact, heâd thought you were cute, which he now knows you arenât. A few minor catastrophes he wasnât privy to later, you had come to verbal blows with some loser in the middle of the quad. Youâd later found it rather embarrassing. Watching you eviscerate him, though, Atsumu had experienced a fear like never before. If he was bloodthirsty, you bathed in ichor.Â
He would always remember the look on your face as you dealt the final blow and turned away, walking with a straight back right toward him.
Atsumu, who had never seen anything quite like the look of controlled rage on your face as you took that man apart. Who wasnât sure why the sound of you doing your damnedest to instigate a fight made him shiver despite being all too warm inside. Who was looking up at you from his seat like a puppy, desperate to see you don your war paint again.
You walked past him, because of course you did. You werenât pulled by the same magnetic force he was, focused on him like he was suddenly fixated on you. You were barely acquainted with him and obviously going to your friends for moral support and ice cream and whatever it was people did after one of them basically tarred and feathered someone in the town square. He was merely a bystander along the path you strode.
Of course, the very action of totally ignoring his existence cinched it: he was hooked.
You would categorize your relationship with Atsumu like this: he had woken up one day and decided to drive you out of your fucking mind insane.Â
Youâd tried to ignore him. He was persistent, though, and he just pushed and pushed and pushed until he crossed the line. It was exhausting.
Except that you kind of loved fighting with him.
You couldnât help the adrenaline rush it gave you, the way he seemed to light a fire inside you no one else could and keep it burning hot. It was almost like a release to debate him, the way some people boxed or listened to heavy metal to destress. The feeling of victory never failed to put a sparkle in your eye and a cocky smirk on your lips; sometimes, you felt like he was stepping back and letting you win.
This continued in perfectly pleasant vicious and sometimes bloody antagonism for the course of forever until a few months ago, when Atsumu had begun the new and inimitable torture of flirting with you. It was horrible and it was weird and you had no idea what kind of mind game he was playing, but you certainly intended to find out.Â
Atsumu, for his part, had recently realized that he likes it when you smile so much more than when you scowl. He likes it when you flutter your lashes instead of staring flatly into his soul, hoping to yank it out and set it aflame. He likes it when you say nice things to him, which has only happened once, but was very nearly a second sexual awakening and thus monumental.
He does not like it when other men flirt with you.
âYour pencil is broken,â Osamu notes, glancing down at his brotherâs clenched fist. âYouâll get splinters.â
âWhat? Oh,â says Atsumu distractedly. âYeah, Iâll do it later.â
Your laugh rings across the library, the warm glow of a fireplace instead of the burning fires of hell you share with Atsumu. His grip slackens, and his twin takes the opportunity to prise the pulverized writing utensil out of his hand. This kindness goes unnoticed as the guy, thatâs how Atsumuâs thinking the word in his mind, low and mocking, guy, says something to you that makes him instinctively kick Osamu in the shin.
âOw! Douchebag!â
âSorry, reflex,â Atsumu apologizes.
âDo you want to go with me?â Asks the dickhead youâre talking to.
âTo ice cream? Sure,â you reply, and you donât even sound like youâre being sarcastic. What the fuck? Thereâs a long pause while the jagoff scuffs his shoe against the floor, a red flush coming over his face while you stare slightly past him with your trademark stare. But your lips are slightly turned up.
The expression haunts Atsumu on his walk back. Your smile was so pretty, sweet and soft. You never smile at him except mockingly.Â
âAt the risk of sounding like I care,â Suna says. âAre you okay?âÂ
âIf I killed someone, would you help me get rid of the body?â Atsumu says, staring straight ahead.
âNo,â Osamu says, âheâs finding out about human emotions and heâs coping very badly.â
Atsumu is ignoring you. As quickly as his interest (his desire to piss you off) had flared up, it had disappeared seemingly overnight, which was fine for you. It was great! You had booted the most annoying man in the world out of your life and replaced him with a perfectly nice guy. Your life was coming up roses.
Except it was driving you insane. You had your phone out, held an inch below your desk, leaving the perfectly nice guy (what was his name? You hadnât saved it in your contacts and you werenât sure why) on read as you stared across the room at the faux-blond.
He was chattering to another boy who looked bemused and patient; probably another volleyball player. You were half-convinced this was part two of his ploy to get under your skin; he was playing the unpredictable game.
As you try to bore a hole in his brain with your eyes, you see him glance back at you for a second, just a second, and thatâs it. You slam your palms down on the desk, shooting up from your seat, trying not to make eye contact when a few other students turn and look at you because of the noise. He still wonât look directly at you as you make your way to his seat.
âI just remembered I have to leave,â says Atsumuâs friendâAran, not that you care what his friends are calledâpicking up his bag. âI have to go be anywhere else right now.â
âWhat,â Atsumu whines as he books it away from the two of you. âOh. Itâs you.â
âYeah,â you snap, folding your arms in front of your chest. Youâre not sure why youâre so angry, just at the look of his melting chocolate eyes and hunched shoulders and pouty lips. Ugh. Heâs the worst. âYouâre avoiding me. Why.â The question sounds more like a sentence or maybe a threat.
âIâm not doing that,â he defends weakly. âMaybe I just got tired of looking at your face.â
âMy face is fucking precious, okay,â you argue, âyou should want to look at it all the time. Idiot. Whatâs wrong with you?â
âI doâI mean, what? Whatâs wrong with you?â He returns, and thereâs the familiar snap and sting that you like so much. âYou donât even like it when I talk to youââ
âI donât!â
âSo why are you mad now that Iâm not?â
âBecauseââ You struggle for reasoning. You canât find it. Something strange and huge is crawling its way up your throat.
âBecause, uh, um,â he mocks you, and you almost sock him. âMake up your mind! I was trying to be nice to you, even though itâs fucking boring!â
âI donât want you to be nice to me!â You shout, and then curl over, your face nearly in his lap as almost everyone else in the room turns to look at you. One of the library workers shushes you loudly. âItâsâyouâre right, it is boring. Everything else is fucking boring. I like it when you bother me, âTsumu, okay?â
âOkay,â Atsumu says, eyes widening, leaning away from you as you seem nearly on the verge of manic combustion in front of you. âThenâIâll keep doing it?â
âWill you?â You sit up straight and look him squarely in the eye. He gulps, unsure what heâs being asked. Something is fluttering in his stomach, but heâs hesitant to trust it.
âYeah,â he breathes, and it feels like so much more than a confession.
âYouâre so fucking annoying,â you say, in the same deceptively soft tone. âCan I kiss you?â
âNot if I kiss youââ You grab his face before he can finish talking and smash your lips onto his, first hard and like youâre trying to bully your way into his mouth, then a little sweeter, a little more tender. âFirst?â
âI win,â you say smugly as he tries to remember how to breathe.
âPlease leave,â says the librarian.Â
You live alone, which is amazing, because if Atsumu were to see his brother or teammates right now he might commit felony battery. In your apartment, which is full of trinkets Atsumu wants to examine but canât because heâs very busy staring at you, you shove him onto the couch and sit on him. Sort of like youâre wrestling, but not at all.
âIf weâre goinâ out,â he says, âwe are going out, right?â
âYes, âTsumu,â you say, and your smile is as bright as the stars. He clears his throat and prays his voice doesnât crack.
âGood. Uh, if weâre goinâ out, does that mean you have to start beinâ nice to me?âÂ
âIâll be nicer to you,â you promise.
âOh.â His tone is almost disappointed.Â
âOr,â you lean down, and he almost chokes on his own inhale. âI can date you and be mean to you at the same time,â you say into his reddening ear, your breath hot and your smiling lips barely, just barely brushing his skin. Atsumu makes a squeaking noise that can barely be understood. âWhat was that?â
âYes, please,â he says fervently.
You bite his earlobe teasingly, and he finds that really nice, actually. The nicest.
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lend an arm
summary: youâre a mechanic who sevika refused to work with until one day she comes back with her arm ripped off
a/n: idk if the title makes sense but itâs a play on lend a hand but yk,,, she lost her whole armđ
tags: fluff, banter, mention of hooking up, less spicy than i thought it was gonna be whoops, smoking
ty anon for the request!!!
ao3 version
when you were hired as silcoâs handyman, you imagined you would be working with sevika a lot to add upgrades to her arm, fix her arm after combat, etc. etc.
nope.
quite the opposite. you were met with the cold shoulder every time, a gruff out âi can do it myselfâ before she stomps off to the corner of silcoâs office to tinker with her arm. youâre sure thereâs a masturbation joke there somewhere, but you havenât quite thought of a clever enough one to say aloud.
did you hook up with her a few times? yes. was it your proudest moment? no, but damn was it good.
given that, most of your time was spent with jinx, albeit sometimes more than youâd like. you love the girl to bits, but sometimes she can be a bit⌠much. still, you liked her music taste and you got on well enough, not to mention her inventions were quite clever, not that youâd ever say it to her; she's already got quite the ego.
still, the blue haired girl was still family or whatever youâd call it. you knew she was still sneaking into her lab and pretended to be none the wiser, but youâre pretty sure that she knew you knew.
although sevika refused your help, you couldnât help but notice how sheâd glance up every time she tweaked something on her arm, as if she were searching for approval from you. youâd make eye contact with her and glance down at what sheâd fixed, giving an approving nod or shaking your head depending on what she did. each time you nodded, youâd swear you saw a blush creep up her ears. if you shook your head though, sheâd scowl and vigorously undo her work and redo it until either she was satisfied with it or look to get your approval again. it was a cute little game you two would play, but you knew youâd be able to make the fixes about 10x faster if she would only let you.
and the silco died.
with nowhere else to go and determined not going to join any side in the turf war for the lanes, that left you the last drop where youâd been sleeping on the couch in his old office. damn, you still couldnât believe that he was gone. sure he was an asshole most of the time, but he was one of the people and at least tried to keep give shithole of the undercity some sort of organization.
whatever, at least his couch was comfy.
you were tinkering with one of jinxâs old chompers in silcoâs office when sevika came barreling in. you jumped a bit from the slam of the door and looked at the panting figure in the doorway. she had her poncho covering the front of her body, but the lumpiness under the cloth alarmed you that something was wrong. she wordlessly walked past you and threw her poncho off to the side, revealing her flesh arm holding her mechanical arm under her armpit. the gears sticking out of the stump of her mechanical arm told you that someone had ripped it out, and she was pissed.
she slammed her arm on the table and grumbled to herself, grabbing a flathead screwdriver from the table of her former bossâ desk. she stabbed the head in and cursed under her breath, muttering something about a âpink haired bratâ as she attempted to fix her mechanical limb. she spent a good 10 minutes trying to fix the arm with her one good hand. you minded your business and kept your eyes on your book, studying about the latest technology in the upper city, hextech.
until you heard it. she sighed and turned around, leaning her back against the table, saying something quietly in your direction. you lifted your head and tilted it questioningly to the side, âwhat was that?â
sevika huffed and dragged her hand down her face, âcan you fix my arm?â
a small grin crept up your lips, oh you were gonna have fun with this, âwhatâs the magic word?â
sevika deadpanned at you and rolled her eyes, but was too tired to argue, ââŚplease.â
you clapped your hands together and happily stood up, âyes! iâve been waiting for this!â
you basically pushed her aside as you quickly got to work on her arm, trying to undo as much damage as you could. after about an hour, you were able to restore basic function in the arm, but one good punch could make the whole thing fall apart all over again. you straightened up and looked around the room to see where she had gone, you really fell into your own world as you worked. looking around, you saw her on the couch fixated down, the same area where your ass had been only moments before. you cleared your throat which seemed to snap her out of her trance, her head snapping up to meet your eyes.
you held her arm up and gestured for her to come over. she scrambled up to meet you at your side, holding her arm out expectantly. brushing past her, you attached her arm back on with a satisfying âclickâ at it latched into place. you took a step back to let her adjust to it again. she clenched her hand into a fist and turned her hand over, admiring your handiwork. she hummed in approval and looked down at you with a glint of respect in her eyes that youâd never seen before.
âthat should do for now, but youâll probably need a new arm if you donât want to get your ass beat,â you smirked as you dusted off your hands off on your pants.
âthought that you fixed it?,â she said with a raised eyebrow. her tone was meant not in an attacking manner, but more curiosity on the actual damage of her arm.
âiâm a mechanic, not a miracle worker,â you chided, crossing your arms over your chest.
sevika raised her arms in relinquishment, a half smirk gracing her lips, âeasy princess, âmeant no offense to your skills.â
âuh huh,â you responded sarcastically, rolling your eyes as you patted her shoulder.
she sighed and looked down, glancing back up at you in reluctance, âwhat i meant was⌠thank you.â
you raised your eyebrows in surprise, but smiled at the sentiment, âyouâre welcome, i just wish i couldâve helped more earlier.â
âearlier?â she asked in a neutral tone, taking a cigarette out of her pocket and putting it in the corner of her mouth, lighting it with one hand while she cupped around her mouth with the other. she took a quick drag and blew the smoke away from you, letting the cigarette rest lazily between her fingers.
âyâknow, before silco died. if you had let me work on your arm and upgrade it, it probably wouldnât have broken in the first place,â you said matter-of-factly, plucking the cigarette from her fingers and taking a puff, purposefully blowing it towards her.
âmy arm was fine, it was just this one time,â she responded gruffly, taking another drag from the cigarette. you shrugged and glanced over her arm, subconsciously making sure that every part was working as it should.
ââŚwhere the hell should i get a new arm?â she asked as nonchalantly as she could, but a little more waiver of worry still came through in her voice.
you looked up at her and grinned, pointing up, âthe answer is closer than you think.â
she looked up and jumped a little seeing the blue haired girl, âjesus jinx.â
nothing made sevika jump, she mustâve really been on edge with silcoâs death.
jinx giggled and shook her head, âfine, but i want complete creative control.â
sevika sighed defeatedly and looked at you for any sort of help, which of course you gave none.
âfine.â
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stargirl interlude
PAIRING ⸠na jaemin x fem!reader
GENRES ⸠smut, influencer au, strangers to lovers
WARNINGS ⸠profanity, mc and her friends are a little shallow, tbh i wrote this because of jaeminâs tits, dirty talk, sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), kitchen sex, oral (m. receiving), oral (f. receiving), lowkey dumbification, body worship, ft. one night stand with jenoÂ
SUMMARY ⸠and i shouldn't cry, but I love it, starboy / i just wanna see you shine 'cause i know you are a stargirl
PLAYLIST ⸠stargirl interlude by the weeknd, lana del rey ⢠alien superstar by beyoncÊ
WORD COUNT ⸠5.9k words
TAG LIST ⸠@leeknowsredeyelinerâ @geniejunnâ @sehunniepotâ @jjaeyoonohâ @subhyuckâ @jenoluuvvsâ @jaemboi64â @otchaeâ @n0hyuckâ @hyuckinxâ @domhyuckieâ @justhereforimaginesâ @daegalfangirlâ @soobin-choisâ @lmkworldâ @baekhyuns-lipchainâ @its-taeil-timeâ @produmadsâ @kaislinging-slasher01â @neomorningâ @learnthisfeelingâ @glitching-wrenâ @carelessshootanonymousâ @thiccfullsunâ Â
AUTHORâS NOTE ⸠jaemin is finally not an asshole. everybody say congrats jaemin.
THE WALK OF SHAME.
The distance from Lee Jenoâs apartment to yours was approximately 0.6 miles. If you walked fast enough, it would take you around ten minutes to get back home. Meaning, that was ten minutes spent doing the Walk of Shame at nearly three in the morning.
Of course, the whole point of being an e-girl was to keep up an unattainable internet persona. You wanted to be a star, and what better way than to weaponize your good looks? Your entire brand was posting revealing pictures of yourself on Instagram and Twitter, maintaining a âgamer girlâ image. Sort of like Belle Delphine, but you hadnât stooped low enough to start selling your bathwater to strangers on the internet. You were a lone flower on the edge of a cliffâso high up that no one could reach for your stem.
Except Jeno, apparently, after you caved and met him in person tonight.
You and Jeno followed each other on Twitter a few months ago. Despite attending the same college, you two hadnât ever met in person before. He was a popular YouTuber, so there had been rumors flying around about his sudden interactions with you. Your influencer friends were trying to grill you for more information, but you sincerely had no idea where Jenoâs sudden interest in you came from. After you posted a picture of you in pink lace lingerie complete with Hello Kitty clips and pigtails, Jeno had finally slid into your DMs.
jeno: iâd rather spend the night with you
(In response to the caption on your post: spend the day with me?)
As one would expect, things escalated from there. Jeno was hot, you were horny, and he conveniently lived 0.6 miles away from you.
In short, you got good dick. Jeno started with one hand wrapped around your neck and the other snaking its way between your legs. You were satisfied, especially because the streamer didnât try to dap you up after railing you on his gaming chair, the wall, and then his bed. You two made some small talk afterward, and then you headed home. Prince Charming could not be fucked to give you a generous ride back to your apartment.
You pulled out your phone to look at your face in the camera app. As expected, you were a mess, but you touched up your lipstick and blush with the few makeup products you stuffed in your purse. Then, you called your best friend, Lee Donghyuck, who had been flooding your friend groupâs group chat with messages for the past hour.
âDude,â you started as soon as he picked up. Donghyuck was in the middle of taking his headphones off to put his AirPods in, running a hand through his tousled hair. âJeno walked me to the door and made me walk home by myself.â
âNo fucking way.â Donghyuck laughed. âThatâs what you get for hooking up with a guy who plays Val.â
Ah, yes. Featured on Jenoâs YouTube: streams of Valorant, League of Legends, and Overwatch. There were the occasional indie games he was requested to play, too. The only one you semi-watched and commented on was Little Nightmares.
âThe dick was incredible,â you told your best friend, âbut heâs not cuffing material.â
âNot like you care about cuffing anyone.â
âYes, I do!â you objected. âIâm boyfriend-hunting, Hyuck. Think about how much attention Iâd get if I started dating a hotshot influencer.â
âYou should date Mark Lee, then. Everyoneâs thirsting over those e-boy TikTokers now. Or maybe Liu YangYang. Heard his body countâs high as fuck.â
You rolled your eyes. âHis body countâs high because no one goes back a second time. Plus, I think YangYangâs finally in the talking stage with someone.â
âGood for him.â Donghyuck yawned. âAnyway, Iâm going to bed soon since I finished editing my Maldives vlog. Iâm still pissed you didnât come with us.â
You rolled your eyes. Donghyuck, Yoo Jimin, Choi Beomgyu, and Uchinaga Aeri had been giving you shit for backing out on the trip the five of you had been discussing for a few months. There were just too many things going on in your life at the time, so you told them you wouldnât be able to make it before tickets were purchased. Of course, your absence made several of your followers question if your friend group had a falling out, but you all decided not to address pointless rumors.
âIâll come along next time when Iâm not broke,â you assured. âIâm at my apartment now, so Iâll talk to you later. Bye-bye, Hyuck.â
Donghyuck threw up a peace sign before hanging up. You tucked your phone in your back pocket as you tried to fish out your key card from your purse.
However, there was a problem: it was missing.
âFuck,â you muttered to yourself, sitting down at one of the benches outside to dig through your purse. You swore you hadnât taken it out, so it definitely wasnât at Jenoâs place. The only possible explanation was that you dropped it on the way or left it inside your apartment.
Screw these auto-locking doors.
You were royally screwed.
Fast-forward to twenty minutes later. You were still sitting at the same bench. This time, your head was in your hands and you were shivering like a chihuahua. It was dark, save for the flickering streetlight above you. You had even resorted to texting Jeno, asking him if you could go back to his place and spend the night. It was downright embarrassing, but it was your last resort. Jeno, however, seemed to have been asleep due to his lack of response.
A guardian angel was sent your way, though, in the form of a cute but tired-looking college student with a bag of groceries in hand. Kind eyes, but he looked far too exhausted to smile genuinely.
âDo you need to be let in?â the boy asked, gesturing toward the apartment entrance. He had his key card in hand, and you nearly jumped to your feet.
âUh, yeah, butâŚâ you trailed off. Even if you accepted his offer, you wouldnât be able to get into your own room.
He handed you his brown Essentials hoodie he had draped around across his shoulders. âCold?â
You wondered if your shivering or hard nipples gave it away. Surely, it had to be your nipples showing through the skimpy one-piece you had on. You never would have dressed like this if you knew Jeno was going to make you walk home yourself.
âThanks,â you mumbled, taking the hoodie from him and slipping it on. It fell past your thigh and smelled goodâa non-offending mix of pine and detergent. âUh, but even if you let me in, I canât get into my room. I lost my key.â
âOh.â
You folded your arms across your chest. The boy beside you ruffled his fluffy brown hair, and you were wondering why he hadnât gone inside the building yet. Maybe he was waiting for you to find some other place to go, or maybe he wanted his hoodie back.
âHave you tried asking the RA?â he asked.
âI can only get a card replacement in the morning.â
âCan your roommate open the door?â
âDonât have one.â
âGot a friend whoâll let you stay at their place?â
âAsleep.â
âSignificant other?â
âIâm single and my dick appointment made me walk home alone.â
You didnât realize how bitter you sounded until you saw the shocked look drawn across the boyâs face. You felt sorry for dumping that on him, but you were getting way too frustrated about your lack of options. You didnât even have a roommate you could call for help since you opted for a single.
He cleared his throat before shyly offering, âUh⌠I guess you could stay at my place for the night, if you want. I can sleep on the couch.â
Your cheeks heated up. You were no stranger to random kindness from men, but perhaps you were just grateful for his proposition since you were running low on options.
âThatâd be great,â you said. âThanks.â
You followed the boy into the apartment building. He introduced himself as Na Jaemin, an animal science major in your same year who was president of a club that raised guide dogs for blind people. It was comforting to hear, so your anxiousness over this stranger luring you in to murder you in cold blood was slowly letting up.
He unlocked the door for you, letting you into his apartment first. You looked around to see a quite ordinary looking living space with a few posters and polaroids hung up on the walls. There was a border collie curled up in a dog bed in the corner of the living room, and Jaemin was being extra careful to make sure he didnât accidentally wake him up.
He set the plastic bag down, which you found out was dog food that he picked up from a friend. It definitely made a lot more sense than him shopping for groceries at three in the morning.
âYou live alone?â you asked for the sake of making small talk.
âMy roommate graduated a semester early,â he replied. âIâve been living on my own, just like you.â
âDoesnât it get lonely?â
He turned the question back to you, asking, âDo you get lonely?â
You shrugged as you sat down on his couch, sitting stiffly at the edge of the cushion. âWhen you get so much attention online, you kind of need the privacy.â
âOh, I see.â
No more questions asked.
Jaemin retreated into his room for a moment before returning with a pillow and blanket in hand. He tossed them beside you on the couch and met your gaze.
âBedâs ready for you whenever,â he said. âThe bathroomâs inside my room, if you need to use the shower or anything. Let me know if you need any clothes to sleep in.â
Your face was heating up like a furnace, but you were glad he couldnât see how his words were affecting you. You flushed with embarrassment when you noticed Jaeminâs eyes flicker past your neck. He probably thought his gaze went undetected, but you noticed. Suddenly, all you wanted to do was pull his hoodie high enough so that the hood hid the hickies Jeno left across your skin.
âI can just use your hoodie,â you replied. âThanks.â
Jaemin managed a small, tired smile. You took that as your cue to get out of the living room so that he could pass out in peace. So, you headed into his bedroom and stared at his tidy bed, wondering if he had frantically fixed his sheets for you.
Since you already felt like you had asked for too much, you decided to skip your nightly shower and head straight to bed. It was hard to sleep in a strangerâs bed, thoughâno matter how pretty he was.
You were used to kindness. It normally came in a package deal with being attractive. Bees flocked to honey; humans flocked to beauty.
This feeling, however, wasnât something you were used to. Genuine kindness with no ulterior motive was almost foreign, which was upsetting to admit. You werenât sure how to sort out your feelings, but all you knew was that Jaeminâs eyes had stars in them, and you were tempted to lose yourself in them.
You woke up to an empty house.
Even the dog had abandoned you.
To be fair, you werenât exactly an early bird. You woke up at around 10:30 a.m. naturally, and then spent an extra thirty minutes trying to muster up the willpower to get out of bed. Of course, you spent that time updating your group chat on your whereabouts.
gigi: 15k isnât that insane?
gyu: holy shit gyu: you have to do it
karibear: gigi i will literally kill you and then resurrect you to kill you again if you donât
gigi: check out the deliverables tho gigi: [File Attachment]
hyuck: instagram story highlight? the fuck? hyuck: a tiktok should be enough. more people check tiktok than ig now anyways lol
gigi: right???
karibear: OK BUT FIFTEEN THOUSAND DOLLARS
y/n: just caught up. I think you should do it for the $$ gigi
gigi: GIRL where have u been
gyu: i told you she probably overslept
gigi: BUT I SEE HER LOCATION ON FINDMYFRIENDS gigi: SHE IS NOT HOME
y/n: i may or may not be in a cute guyâs apartment
karibear: shut the fuck up
y/n: stop heâs REALLY cute y/n: dare i say cuter than jeno
hyuck: stfu ur kidding
gyu: well?? did you sleep with him? gyu: give us all the details
y/n: no i couldnât find my key after coming back from jenoâs and was locked out of my apartment y/n: so this âna jaeminâ appears and lets me sleep over at his place for the night y/n: he took the couch AND let me sleep on his bed y/n: jeno could never
gyu: aww thatâs actually rlly sweet
gigi: canât find him on ig ://
karibear: no social media presence?? karibear: idk if thatâs hot or a red flag
hyuck: probably both đ
y/n:Â um good thing redâs my favorite color
karibear: omfg karibear: do u actually wanna fuck him karibear: send us a picture of what he looks like
y/n: idk if heâs even interested in me like that y/n: but idk i also want my internet famous trophy boyfriend :( y/n: idk if this guy even has a social media presence y/n: still a starboy in my heart tho <3
hyuck: keep your eye on the prize bbyg hyuck: fame is fleeting so milk it while you can
You figured Donghyuck had a point. You were an internet celebrity (to some extent), so, in terms of marketing, it would be wise to push the âunattainableâ image you cemented. Dating someone equally as unattainable would make you look even more desirable.
However, you were starting to lose all rhyme and reason when you walked out of the bedroom to see a plate of eggs and toast waiting for you on the kitchen counter.
A post-it note was right next to it, reading: Iâm out walking the dog. I made you some breakfast if youâre hungry but you donât have to eat it. Door auto locks so just make sure you close it whenever you leave. Hereâs my phone number if you need anything. +82 x-xxxx-xxxx - Jaemin
You decided to update your group chat.
y/n: change of plans y/n: iâm making starboy mine
When Jaemin returned home shortly after you discovered his note, you were sitting on his couch, knees tucked to your chest as you forked down the waffles he made. Before you even looked up to greet him, you heard his dog yapping excitedly, hurrying over to sniff you.
âOh, youâre still here.â He looked genuinely surprised, though he didnât object. âDid you sleep well?â
âYeah, really well,â you admitted. Curious, you tilted your head and let your lips curl into a knowing smile. âAre you high?â
Jaemin stiffened up. âUh, a little. Is it that obvious?â
âI just noticed your eyes look sort of dazed.â
You hadnât expected it, but he almost sounded embarrassed to be caught. âIâm not like a⌠a full-on stoner or anything.â
âHey, no judgment,â you replied, holding up your hands in surrender. âI was just gonna ask if I could get high with you, too.â
After visibly relaxing, a more confident grin dawned on Jaeminâs face as he handed you his pen. You couldnât help but feel smug as you accepted it gingerly.
About a couple hours later, you and Jaemin were blazed out of your minds. He had offered you an edible shortly after you took a hit from his pen, and it kicked in an hour later for you and Jaemin. There were no words exchanged for a while, but then you two started to converse, although you couldnât trust that anything you were saying made sense.
You werenât big on flirting. It was a skill you only put to use when absolutely needed, and this was one of those instances. You figured this was the perfect opportunity to get close to Jaemin. Even though you could tell he was a really, really great guy, and you didnât want to rush things with Jaemin, there were a few factors that were making you throw your morals to the wind.
For one, you were high and getting incredibly horny.
The other factor was that Jaemin was the hottest man you had ever seen (and you had encountered a lot of attractive men).
âSo,â he started, âyouâre, like, an internet celebrity? Like a TikToker?â
âI started on Twitter,â you explained, âbut, yeah, Iâm famous on TikTok, too. But thereâs a good chance youâve never heard of me.â
âReally? Why?â
âIâm known for more, uhââyou let out a nervous giggleâârisquĂŠ stuff, if you wanna see.â When he nodded eagerly, you took out your phone and opened Twitter to show Jaemin your account. Right off the bat, there was a mirror selfie of you in lingerie and cat ears. Because you were feeling bold, you added, âAnd the guy who made me walk home alone? Heâs a famous YouTuber named Jeno.â
Something seemed to click for Jaemin when you mentioned Jenoâs name because it was the only thing that snapped him out of whatever trance he was in. He had been looking at the photo of you so intently that you were wondering if he was checking you out or spacing out.
âI think Iâve watched some of his gaming videos,â he said before handing your phone back to you. âHe just⌠kicked you out?â
âPretty much. At least he made me cum once.â
âJust once?â
You held your breath for a moment. With those two words, Jaemin made the atmosphere all the more tense, and you felt like you two were suspended in time. Although you werenât sure if he said that to challenge Jeno or not, there was still a strange implication in his words. It left you wondering if Jaemin could treat you better.
âYeah,â you replied in a quieter voice. âJust once. With my help, too.â
âThatâs fucked.â Jaemin reached for his pen to take a long, slow drag. He held it in his lungs for a moment before he parted his lips to blow the smoke out. âAnd you dressed up so pretty for him.â
Either Jaemin was a secret dark horse when it came to smooth talking or the weed was making him horny, too. Whatever it was, his comments made your cheeks burn.
âI bet heâd be pissed if he found out I ended up in your bed after.â
The animal science major flushed at your words, growing even more shy when you giggled at his reaction. âI mean, I guess so, but we didnât, like⌠I mean, weââ
âI was kidding,â you assured. âDonât worry. I wouldnât say that unless something actually happened.â
Jaemin nodded quietly, falling back into silence for a while. You were worried that you had made the conversation awkward, so you sunk back against the couch and willed yourself to come down from your high. Maybe the weed was a bad idea. Maybe you were just getting ahead ofâ
âSo, you wouldnât be opposed if something were to happen?â
The question took you off-guard, and you had to process Jaeminâs words for a few moments before you sat up to look at him. There was no shame or shyness drawn across his face this time. Just pure curiosity. (And perhaps a hint of longing which was most likely brought on by the weed.)
You shook your head with a hum. âNo, I wouldnât be opposed.â
âReally?â
âYeah, I think youâre cute. You seem really sweet, too, like letting me sleep over and making me breakfast.â
Jaemin smiled brightly, beaming ear to ear before he ducked his head shyly. You were surprised that he was so sheepish given his godsent looks. He had to have heard these compliments about a million times now. There was no way you were the first person to recognize his looks.
âIâm not good at this,â he admitted.
âGood at what?â
âUm, hitting on girls,â Jaemin said. His hand flew to rub the back of his neck as he added, âCute girls.â After another beat, he let his head hang and then let out a groan. âSorry, I donât have a filter when Iâm high.â
âJaemin,â you cooed, scooting close enough so that your knees were touching. You placed your hand on his thigh, which made him finally look you in the eyes. âIâm pretty bad at flirting, too, so I hope this is working.â
The corner of his lip hitched up, amused. âYeah,â Jaemin murmured, his eyes unfocusing as he leaned in close, âitâs definitely working.â
Your nose brushed against his experimentally before Jaemin pressed his lips to yours. It was gentle and innocent, but then Jaemin turned his body to face yours, and his hands started roaming your body. Your waist, your back, your hipsânot an inch was neglected while he felt you up. You let slip a hum of delight, and that encouraged Jaemin to slip his tongue past your lips.
He didnât use too much tongue, which you appreciated. There was something too sloppy about guys who used too much tongue, but Jaemin had an excellent balance between precise and hasty. And he did this thing where he would pause to suck on your tongue and then your bottom lip, which you really appreciated.
You let a whine slip, and Jaemin gripped your waist tighter. You figured he wanted you on his lap, so you threw one leg over his thigh and straddled him. It was like you were in a trance with how receptive you were, and you only wanted more when Jaemin pulled away to kiss down your neck. After minutes of nipping, sucking, and relishing your whimpers, he was satisfied with the bruises littered across your skin.
Jaemin seemed frustrated by how big his hoodie was on you, so he tugged at it until you pulled it up and over your head. After discarding it to the side, his lips found yours immediately after. The pads of his fingers slipped past the hem of your shirt to dig into your skin, pulling you flush against his body.
You were sure you could kiss him for hours, but your attention was slipping away when you felt his boner underneath you. The very least you could do was offer to help him out.
You pulled away to catch your breath, and your voice was no louder than a breath when you offered, âLet me suck you off.â
Jaemin blushed a little, and you bit back a smile because how could someone be so forward and cute? He was not innocent in the slightest, but he somehow got flustered so easily.
His voice came out strangled when he said, âPlease.â
You carefully peeled off Jaeminâs shirt, admiring his muscles as you revealed his bare skin. He had to work out regularly to get a build this good, but you didnât expect him to be this ripped. It was almost second nature when you started kissing down his chest, smiling when you heard his happy sigh.
When your kisses reached his stomach, you started tugging at the band of his sweatpants. Jaemin carded his fingers through your hair to keep you where he wanted to, and you were pretty sure all his blood was rushing to his cock with how much bigger he got. You tugged his sweatpants down to his knees and kissed up his strong thigh, looking up at him through your lashes. You wanted Jaemin to know just how drunk you were on his body.
Jaemin helped you tug down his boxers, too, and you swallowed hard when you saw how huge he was. His cock sprung up, and you were almost worried that you wouldnât be able to take all of him in. While you were tying up your hair, Jaemin gave his shaft a few pumps, rubbing his thumb across the precum that beaded his slit.
A few strands of your hair got in your face, so Jaemin brushed them back and held your hair in his fist, undoing your ponytail so that he could tie back your hair properly. He looked down at you expectantly, cradling your jaw while you were mentally preparing yourself to take him. You flattened your tongue and ran it along the side of his cock, licking right where his vein was. Jaemin let out a groan almost instantly, and you looked up to see his eyes burning molten hot with desire.
âYouâre so fucking hot,â he growled, gripping the back of your head.
His cock was throbbing, aching for you to take more of him in. So you slid your tongue over his head before hollowing your cheeks to suck him in. Jaemin gritted his teeth and tilted his head back, muttering some profanity that only encouraged you further.
You went slow at first, drawing out each bob of your head so that you got used to his size. You couldnât go all the way down on him without his head hitting the back of your throat, making you gag a little before you started to properly take him down your throat. Jaemin started thrusting his hips into your mouth, urging you to go faster. You werenât sure if that meant he was going to cum soon, but you sped up regardless.
âFuck,â Jaemin rasped out, watching you with absolute admiration in his blown-out eyes, âIâm gonna cum.â
His grip on your hair loosened, as if he was ready to let you pull off of him, but you looked up at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes while you sucked harder. You wanted him to cum in your mouth, and he seemed to get the message because his moan was cut off by his orgasm.
You continued to suck on his cock while he came, swallowing without hesitation. Jaemin thrusted shallowly inside your mouth, his husky moans making you pull off him to lick a long stripe down his length.
The two of you just stared at each other for a moment, catching your breaths and watching each otherâs chest rise and fall. Then, Jaemin leaned in to cup your cheek and kiss you once more. He didnât even care that he was tasting himself on your lips, but he just needed more of you.
âLet me return the favor,â he said once he pulled away. Before you could respond, Jaemin scooped you up in his strong arms. You held onto his biceps, gasping when he held your bottom firmly. âI promise Iâll make you feel really good.â
Jaemin set you on the cool granite surface of the kitchen counter, and you were glad that he kept the place clean. You would have felt gross if it was any other man, like Jenoâs grimey kitchen counter littered with dirty dishes, but you were too wrapped up in your own lust to care about moving to Jaeminâs bed.
Being high made you so sensitive that every touch from Jaemin left you trembling. As he undressed you, you couldnât help but shudder and gasp whenever his fingers brushed over a sensitive area. He seemed to take notice, which you observed by his small smirk. As soon as Jaemin got rid of your garments, leaving you naked, he sucked in a sharp breath.
âGorgeous,â he praised, leaning forward to take your nipple in his mouth. He sucked on the supple skin eagerly, making you moan and grab at his shoulder.
You let out a gasp when Jaemin grabbed your other breast in his hand, squeezing firmly and running his thumb along the nipple. After he decided he showed your chest enough attention, Jaemin started kissing down your stomach until he reached the apex of your thighs. He trailed kisses along your pelvis, peppering more along the top of your thighs, and you used your elbows to balance your weight on the counter. You were surely going to collapse if he kept going.
âJaem,â you whined, âdonât tease.â
He smirked as he parted your legs even further, humming inquisitively at the sight of your soaked cunt. He lifted both of your legs and settled them on each of his shoulders, and you sucked in a sharp breath to prepare yourself.
Jaemin dipped his head and ran his flattened tongue along your folds, and god, you were floating high up in the clouds.
After some strokes of his tongue, Jaemin stiffened his tongue to lick deeper, parting your slit so that he could ravage your cunt. You couldnât do anything but cry out his name, begging for more and more. Your engorged clit was soon aching for attention, and you became a complete mess as soon as Jaeminâs lips found your little ball of nerves.
Soon, Jaemin was holding your hips down as he ate you out like a man starved. You had never experienced pleasure so intense, and you were finding it hard to believe that the meek boy you met last night was this bold. Your fingers were tangled in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer even though his face was practically wet with your arousal.
âI-Iâm close,â you breathed out, and your hips were struggling to grind down to meet Jaeminâs tongue. You wanted moreâno, you needed more.
âI know,â he whispered against your thigh, and before you could beg, he snaked his tongue in your entrance, allowing your walls to clench and unclench around his hot muscle.
He used his fingers to rub your clit in small, tight circles, all the while eating you out so vigorously that you couldnât even think about anything except Jaemin. How good he made you feel. How lucky you were to be under him.
You were drowning soon afterâdrowning in utmost bliss. A toe-curling orgasm shook your body, leaving your back arching against the kitchen counter. You couldnât even process how loud your moan was until Jaemin was shushing you gently, abusing your clit throughout your orgasm while his other hand was clamped over your mouth.
âShh,â he cooed, almost mocking you. âThe walls are thin, doll.â
You nodded, looking up at him with glazed-over eyes. You just needed to focus on anything to keep you at bay, to keep you from being pulled under the current of your climax.
âGonna carry you to the bed, okay?â he told you, and you nodded without a second thought, letting him princess carry you to his bedroom.
As soon as he laid you down gently, Jaemin leveled his cock at your entrance, running his head along the folds of your cunt. You were already exhausted from your previous orgasm, but you were still eager to feel Jaemin inside of you.
âIâll go slow,â he assured, teasing the tip of his cock inside you so gently that you were about to fall apart. You had no more than an inch inside of you, and your walls were already clenching hard around him.
Your eyes rolled back when he pushed deeper inside you, and then soon he was bottoming out, and you could feel his thighs pressed against yours. The cry that left your lips and the groan that escaped his nearly sounded like a melody in your eyes. Each wave of pleasure made you feel like you were traveling light years past several galaxies. Stars pinpricked your vision, but you could make out Jaeminâs face among the collisions of supernovas. Â
âI canât,â you whimpered, unable to form proper, coherent sentences. âFastâgo faster.â
Something primal glinted in Jaeminâs dark eyes, and started ramming into you while holding your hips tight. His head dipped to ravage your neck, kissing and sucking as he pleased while his cock hit that perfect spot that made you see white spots in your vision. You felt a ripple of pleasure shoot under your skin.
And something else must have snapped in Jaemin because he started spewing absolute filth in your ears, and lord, was it making you lose your mind.
âIâm the best youâve had, arenât I?â he asked with brimming confidence, opting for sharp and precise thrusts.
You half-nodded, your cheek pressing against the pillow as your nails raked down Jaeminâs back. But Jaemin didnât appreciate your lack of words.
âCome on, Y/N,â he pressed, âsay it.â He pressed his lips to your ear and nibbled on the shell. You squirmed when you felt his hot breath fan your neck. âCâmon, I havenât fucked you dumb already, right?â
You managed to cry out, âY-yes, Jaemin! Iâve⌠Iâve never felt this good.â
He cupped your cheek and rubbed gently with his thumb, smiling down at you so kindly that it felt condescending. âYeah? You gonna cum for me, then?â
You felt those ripples of pleasure intensify, and soon they were rising to a crescendo. You felt like you were being split apart on Jaeminâs cock, and it didnât help that he refused to slow down before you orgasmed. You bucked your hips against him, eager to chase the pleasure that was just in your reach.
And, after Jaemin pressed his lips against yours, all of the stars in the night sky collided and exploded into nothingness.
You felt your orgasm tear through you, immobilizing you with blinding pleasure. You gasped and gripped the sheets tightly, praying that you could hold on for dear life. Jaemin slowly fucked you through your orgasm, your clenching walls bringing him to pull out of you and let his cum spill onto your stomach.
Jaemin let out a shaky sigh of contentment, and he quickly returned to your side without giving himself time to recover. Instead of basking in post orgasm glow, Jaemin aided your ongoing climax by rubbing your clit in slow, torturous circles.
âI got you,â he crooned, pressing gentle kisses to your cheeks. âI got you, doll.â
You were a whimpering, moaning mess underneath him, and you couldnât think of anything but Jaemin as you writhed. After a few more aftershocks of pleasure (all thanks to Jaemin, of course), you finally started returning to your senses. It was possible that Jaemin had actually fucked you dumb.
He hurried to his feet to clean you up. It was a stark contrast from how he acted in bed, but your heart melted when he made sure you got enough water before he tucked you in bed. No guy had ever taken his time with aftercare for you, so you were starting to feel like being kicked out of Jenoâs apartment was a stroke of luck.
Later, he moved to lay down next to you, kissing the top of your head as he slid in. You wrapped your arm around him and you two were eventually a mess of tangled limbs.
âCan I stay?â you asked, somewhat nervous that he would ask you to leave soon.
âOf course,â he replied, easing your nerves with a gentle smile, âyou can stay for as long as you want.â You cuddled close to him, burying your face into his chest, and then you heard him ask, âHow do you feel?â
You smiled. âLike a star.â
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I know you
joost klein x reader
summary: reader and joost are stuck in a pattern of hooking up without being committed to a relationship; one night, your pent up feelings for him lead to a confession.
warnings: angst angst and #angst im sorry, mostly fluff, some descriptions of smut, badly proof read
word count: 2.6k
rpf ahead, donât read if uncomfortable !!!
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âWhatâs wrong?â Joostâs voice pulled you out of your trance as you glanced at him through sleepy eyes. He was sitting at the edge of the bed with his shirt in hand, ready to put it on.
âNothing.â You replied, your voice low and dull as you averted your gaze to the wall where a few of Joostâs posters stood. You covered your naked chest with the sheets, suddenly feeling very exposed despite all the times you had been in this room with him, like this.
âCome on, youâve been weird all day,â Joost insisted, âUsually people feel good after having sex, you know?â He added, searching your eyes for any sort of emotion but you didnât budge. âDo I not fuck good anymore?â He joked, trying to lighten the mood seeing as you werenât going to answer anytime soon.
You laughed, turning your head to look at him as he shifted closer to you. His lips were curled in a sweet smile before he leaned in and placed a peck on your plump lips.
The relationship between you and Joost was complicated, something you couldnât quite put into words; initially, you had started off as friends after meeting at a party and immediately hitting it off. There was always a tension in the air when he was around you, an implication of something more but it never went past flirting and fleeting glances. It only escalated when one night you and Joost, both having had way too much to drink, ended up in bed together with you being on top of him while he kissed and touched you everywhere. After that night, you both kind of silently agreed on being together like this. You didnât mind, seeing as you got to have fun with Joost without the commitment of being in a relationship all while still remaining good friends with him.
Once your friends picked up on your little game, they heavily advised you against it, worried that you would eventually catch feelings for him and get hurt. You ignored their warnings, calling them dramatic and assuring them that you knew how to handle this situation yourself. And for a while, it worked. There was no discomfort or awkwardness between you and Joost, as you kept on hanging out every other day, sharing knowing smiles and lingering touches amidst all your unsuspecting friends.
Lately however, you kept finding yourself thinking about Joost more than usual and in a different perspective. You started noticing small details about him that made your heart ache with yearning: his dimples, the tiny mole under his lip or the way he even smoked a cigarette. Joost seemed to be feeling the same way, showcasing his growing love in small ways; his touch on your skin seemed more tender, almost heavenly and his kisses became sweeter. He would often mumble different words of praise in the midst of fucking you, with his eyes always fixed on your face.
You were unsure of how to talk to him considering you didnât even know what you felt in the first place. While he did show signs of interest, you couldnât find it in you to take the risk and confront him. A weird mix of emotions took over you. You didnât want to lose him and the comfort he had brought you in the past year but you were also growing frustrated at the uncertainty of your ârelationshipâ.
âI need to go homeâ You broke Joostâs kiss, quickly turning away from him to hide your teary eyes. He looked confused, maybe even slightly annoyed as you heard his tongue click in the silence of the room.
âGoodnightâ He tried to sound nonchalant but you hinted the annoyance in his tone, feeling a spark of guilt in your chest. You opened your mouth to speak but hesitated as you saw him grab his pack of cigarettes from the nightstand and walk out to the balcony without another word. You decided to leave him alone, feeling like you both needed some time to your thoughts, and got dressed before leaving his apartment.
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Few days later, you were in your room getting ready for a house gathering your friends had planned. Your phone buzzed as you were applying lip gloss and you grabbed it from where it was under the messy covers. You eagerly opened it, feeling a pain in your chest at Joostâs notification.
do u wanna come to my place after the party?
You sighed and sat on your bed, anxiously contemplating an answer. You hadnât spoken to each other since that tense moment you had shared the other day and to say you had missed him was an understatement.
You started typing but hesitated as you recalled a conversation you once had with Joost a few months back:
âThis is so much better than a relationshipâ Joost said, taking a drag of his cigarette. You scoffed looking at him from across the table, your eyes tired from the sex you just had.
âHeartless much?â You joked and he rolled his eyes, giggling.
âNo no, Iâm just not made for a relationship,â He admitted and you nodded, quietly agreeing with him.
You now felt tears in your eyes, realizing that this was going nowhereâ no matter how much you pretended to be alright with the complex situation you yourself had created, you couldnât stand it anymore.
Your phone buzzed again as Joost sent a simple â?â awaiting your response. Thinking about it, you decided that youâd go to his place and confront him afterwards, tell him to end things because you wanted something more serious.
You wiped the tears, texting him a short sure before throwing your phone somewhere on the bed.
Arriving at your friendâs place, you rang the doorbell feeling a wave of anxiety wash over you. To your surprise, you were greeted by Joost whose smile widened at the sight of you in the doorstep. âHey,â He said, pulling you into a seemingly friendly hug as he closed the door behind you.
You awkwardly embraced him back, feeling the soft texture of his t-shirt that was warm against his body. Joost smiled and briefly looked around before pulling you in for a heated but short kiss. You were taken aback at first, though used to the random kisses he would give you in secret.
Your friend calling your name from the other room caused you pull back abruptly. Joost whined, making a sad face and you tried to compose yourself under his gaze. âHello to you as well, I guess,â He smiled at you, letting your hand fall from his as you headed to the living room where all your friends sat.
The rest of the night went by excruciatingly slow as you tried your best to act normally. Joost was sitting next to you like he usually would at any gathering, talking so casually that it drove you insane, always making sure one of his hands touched you in some way.
In an attempt to mask your anxiety, you resorted to alcohol allowing all your senses to slowly fade away as the night progressed.
At some point during the night, you found yourself cornered on a small couch by a guy that your friends had invited over. Under different circumstances, you would have immediately turned him down, making it clear you werenât interestedâ in your drunken haze however, it seemed as though you were unknowingly flirting with him, maybe being a little too touchy and talkative, which encouraged him to take things further. As you talked, you felt his cold hand rest on your bare thigh, slightly wincing at the contact. His expression was different, more lustful now and you suddenly felt uncomfortable, eager to find some sort of escape.
As if on cue, you felt someone tap you on your shoulder and turned around to see Joost standing over you. âHey Iâm leaving, you coming?â He asked, glaring at the clearly annoyed guy next to you. You nodded, mumbled an empty apology to the man and quickly got up to catch up with Joost who was already out the door.
As you closed the door, the loud music coming from inside turned into a muffled distant noise, allowing your drunken mind to calm down amidst all the chaos.
âThanks for that,â You said as you reached Joost, your synchronized footsteps now being the only noise in the dead of the night. âThat guy was annoying as hell.â
âYet you still flirted with him?â Joost said, his tone bitter. You furrowed your brows at him but he kept on looking forward and goddamn he looked so good under the street lights.
âWho said I flirted with him?â You sounded almost offended, the alcohol turning your pent up feelings for him into anger.
âI have eyes y/n.â
âOkay,â you scoffed, âEven if I did flirt with him, why do you care?â You glared at him confused by his sudden jealousy. If anything, whenever you or Joost had a small fling, it would just turn into another inside joke, an excuse for the endless teasing between you and him.
âI donât care,â Joost raised his voice, causing a few people sitting on a bench to turn around and look at you. He clicked his tongue and walked faster, âJust forget itâ.
âNo, answer me,â You exclaimed, rage pulsing in your veins as he ignored your questions. âWhat the fuck is your problem Joost?â
âCan we just get to my house in peace for now?â He said, swallowing down his frustration.
âOh yeah, letâs just get to your house so that we can fuck and ignore everything,â You sneered, the bitterness evident in your voice.
Joost stopped in his tracks, finally turning to face you. âI didnât mean it like that and you know it,â You suddenly became tongue-tied under his cold gaze, never having seen him like that before; he wasnât angry, but more so desperate and irritated at something. You felt like crying over the intensity of the moment, your lips slightly quiveringâ he, he was so annoying, having the audacity to be jealous as if he was your boyfriend, as if he had any right to act like this, but he was also so damn pretty even now that his baby blue eyes burned holes in your skin.
Joost must have sensed it because he sighed, running his hands through his hair. His hand gently pressed against your shoulder, his gaze softening as you looked up at him through glossy eyes. âLook y/n, youâre drunk,âHe spoke low and softly, âCan we please get home and then weâll talk, I promise.â
All you could do was nod as you quietly followed him, an uncomfortable silence filling the air with many things left unsaid.
Joost unlocked the door, letting you in first as he flashed you a subtle smile. You sat on his couch, feeling numb and dizzy, watching as he walked to the kitchen.
Once he was out of sight, you let out a deep sigh, burying your face in your hands. The alcohol was starting to wear off, leaving behind only the horrible feelings you had tried so hard to repress by drinking. You felt confused and frustrated with Joost, but most of all with yourself. If you had acknowledged your feelings for him earlier and confronted him about them, all of this could have been prevented. A mumbled curse left your lips, all you felt was disappointment at how immature you had acted and handled this situation from the beginning �� you and Joost included.
âIs everything okay?â Joostâs voice distracted you from your thoughts and you quickly lifted up your head, the fast motion worsening your dizziness.
âYeah,â You said, coughing slightly and shifting in your seat. Joost narrowed his eyes, clearly not believing you. His stare only added to the pressure you were under as tears threatened to spill from your eyes.
âY/n whatâs wrong?â Joost inquired in a concerned voice and quickly sat down next to you. His hand instinctively touched your thigh, just like the guy from before but Joostâs touch was different, more gentle, more comforting. You sighed, looking away from him to avoid crying but the tears came anyway.
âIâm tired of this.â You said, your voice breaking as the words came out.
âOf what?â
âOf us,â You pointed between the two of you, âIâm tired of pretending like Iâm okay with this because Iâm not.â
âBut I thought you didnât want a relationship,â Joost furrowed his brows as he tried to make sense of your words.
âI didnât butâŚâ you stopped to catch your breath amidst your sobbing, âBut now I do, because I like you Joost, I really fucking like you.â The words spilled out of you quickly, the pent up frustration within you finally coming to surface.
Joost stayed silent and you desperately searched his eyes for any kind of hint, a confirmation that he liked you back. âItâs fine if you donât feel the sameâ you broke the silence, laughing a bit as you wiped your tears. âI can leave if you want.â
âNo, stay.â Joost tightened his grip on your thigh, pleading you with his eyes and you nodded, hesitantly bringing your hand atop of his. He lowered his gaze to the floor to collect his thoughts for a moment and let out a sigh.
âY/n Iâm sorry I didnât know.â
âItâs okay,â you chuckled, âHow could you have known anyways?â
âNo, I should have understood earlier. Youâre my best friend after all.â You suddenly felt a pain in your chest, his words stinging. Best friend?
This is his way of rejecting me you thought and began to distance yourself from him but he pressed your hand ever so gently.
âCan we start over? Please?â
âAs friends?â you asked him, blinking rapidly out of confusion.
âNo, as- as an actual coupleâ He explained, âI like you too, Y/n.â
âAre you sure?â you said, feeling like someone was playing a joke on you.
âYesâ he mumbled, bringing your face closer to his and placing small soft kisses near your lips. âYouâre so prettyâ he breathed in between the kisses, âso fucking prettyâ. You instinctively moaned at the sensation of his warm lips against your skin as he went lower, nibbling and sucking on your neck, avoiding your mouth just enough to tease you.
Unable to take his teasing any longer, you gently cupped his face and kissed him hungrily, his warm lips crashing with yours in way so passionate but oh so sweet at the same time. Consumed by the intensity of the moment, you pushed his back slightly against the couch and got atop of him with your body lightly pressed against his crotch.
Joost groaned into the kiss at the sensation as his hands caressed your hips, under your skirt. Your hand left his neck to take your shirt off but he stopped you from doing so.
âWait.â he muttered, breaking the kiss as you glanced at him, confused. âCan we just stay like this for now? I wanna take you on a date first.â he added with sincerity in his voice.
âOh so you were serious about starting over.â you giggled and he clicked his tongue, smiling.
âI know it sounds dumb but I just want this to be right. Let me take you on a proper date first, ja liefde?â Joost placed a peck on your shoulder, looking up at you with sparkling eyes. You smiled reassuringly, blushing at his thoughtfulness, this new side of him that he had never fully shown you.
âDo you have any clothes I can wear for now?â you asked as you got off his lap, eager to change into something more comfortable.
âYeah, go look in my closet.â Joost said lazily, rubbing his eyes.
You walked to his bedroom, quickly slipping into one of his t-shirts that was big enough to cover everything. âGuess I didnât need any boxersâ you began saying as you entered the living room but immediately lowered your voice when you realized Joost was sleeping.
His mouth was slightly open, letting small sighs escape from his lips as his head gradually leaned more into one of the pillows. You chuckled at the sight and got closer, sitting next to him as quietly as you could.
You rested your head on your hand, gazing at Joost through tired eyes, only then realizing how exhausted you were. You touched his hand softly and closed your eyes, slowly dozing off to sleep in the comfort of Joostâs presence.
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Pt2 to this post. At this point it looks like thereâll be 4 parts in total :)
Robin is basically seething with rage when she walks into Thatcher Tire before the start of her own shift at Family Video. After a month of Steve being happier than she had ever seen him before, he showed up on her doorstep on the verge of tears last night. She had to listen to him talk about Eddie until well after midnight. About Eddie, who had apparently only been âfucking aroundâ with him for the past month, while Steve was falling head-over-heels for him.
Robin liked Eddie, of course she did. But one part of her had not even been surprised about this turn of events. It was the part of her that had never fully trusted Eddie â the part she had tried her very best to shut up because she didn't want to believe in the possibility of it being right.
It was the part of her that had been warning her that something about Eddie and Steve seemed off right from the beginning: how Steve was falling, with complete faith and no safety net, while Eddie was... Well, it wasn't like he was actively mean or cruel in any way. It wasn't like he seemed to be using Steve or like he wasn't really into him. None of that. But there had always been this something she couldn't quite put her finger on.
Now she finally knows what it was.
She has dozens of questions ready to fire at him. Did he ever even notice how fragile Steve really is, underneath those leftover pieces from his high school days? How lonely he is? Does he even know how badly that boy wants to be loved? Does he know how much it broke Robin's heart when she couldn't give that love to Steve in the way he wanted her to? Will it break Eddie's heart, too, when he realizes what he has done to Steve? Or did he already know, all this time? Has he just been playing some cruel game for a whole fucking month?
So she barges into the garage and marches purposefully towards the backroom with her battle baret all dusted off for the occasion, ready to tell Eddie exactly what she thinks of him. But she stops in her tracks when she hears Eddie's voice emerge from the room, sounding like he's already caught up in some kind of heated conversation himself.
'Right?! I mean, can you believe this shit?! He just shows up with goddamn flowers like we're â like we're actually together or some shit!'
It's silent for a while and it takes Robin a few seconds to realize that he must be on the phone.
'He's hot, okay?' Eddie continues, in a voice that could best be described as distressed. 'And the kids like him, he's cute, there was no reason not to say yes when he asked me out. But it was never supposed to â we were just supposed to have some fun and leave it at that.' He actually sounds like he's on the verge of tears by now.
'Because this was never the fucking plan!' he answers a question asked from the other end of the line. 'If he's gonna continue like this, all sweet and caring and giving me flowers and shit... I'm gonna fall in love with him, Jeff, I'm serious! I don't even know why he's doing this â he probably just wants to know that he can, you know. Give his ego a little boost and laugh at me when he finds out it's actually working. It's cruel, it's really fucking cruel.'
There's another beat of silence.
'You're a lifesaver,' Eddie then says. 'And bring that one ice cream, you know the one, with the pecan and the â exactly! And maybe some of your mom's chocolate pie if she still has â thank you, my hero. Oh, and don't forget to say hi to your mom from me.'
While Eddie hangs the phone back on the hook, Robin takes her final step around the corner.
'Is that really what you think of him?'
Eddie jumps up when he sees Robin standing in the doorway, her arms crossed in front of her chest and one of her most scathing looks on her face.
'What the hell, Buck? Were you eavesdropping on my phone call?'
'You really think he's the cruel one?' she repeats, ignoring his indignant question. 'Then why did he show up at my door yesterday night looking like a heap of misery and telling me how his boyfriend turned out to only have been his hookup all this time?'
'Look, Buckley, I â wait, what?'
'What?'
'His what now?'
And the utterly confused look on his face tells her more than enough. He didn't know, she realizes. He truly didn't know what Steve felt for him.
'You fucking dummy!'
'I â what did you just call me?'
'A dummy.' Okay, it's not exactly the best insult she ever came up with, but she has no choice but to double down on it now.
'No, earlier, you â you said â his boyfriend,' Eddie stutters out.
Robin merely shoots him an unimpressed glance.
'Steve thought we were boyfriends?!' he exclaims in a shrill voice. He looks at her like she just dropped some news about Vecna returning to Hawkins.
'Do you really have to look that disgusted about it?'
'No, I wasn't â Are you playing some kind of twisted prank on me here?'
'Do I look like this is a prank?'
He narrows his eyes at her. 'But... Why the hell would he want us to be boyfriends?'
'Because he liked you, you idiot!' she yells at him. 'Because he asked you out and you said yes and you were nice to him! Because he basically had those obnoxious little pink hearts floating around his head whenever you were together! Because you treated him with more kindness and respect than any girl he's ever dated before â well, until he wanted to celebrate your anniversary and you basically told him to fuck off when he wanted to take care of you while you were sick! Which you clearly aren't, by the way!'
'Don't be ridiculous here,' Eddie shoots back at her. 'Why would he ever want me to be his boyfriend?'
'Because â are you even listening to me?! Because he's in love with you!'
'Come on, Robin, you can't actually believe that,' he says, a tensed chuckle coloring the end of the sentence. 'He's Steve Harrington.' And he says that name in such a snide tone that it makes Robin flinch on her best friend's behalf.
'I mean, sure, he's fallen from his throne and all that,' he continues, 'but no one really changes that much. He was a dick! Don't you remember how he treated your band friends? Don't you remember how completely invisible you were to him? Don't you remember the names he called people like us? All the people he'd knock down to lift himself up?'
She doesn't avert her gaze, but only lifts her chin.
'You don't need to remind me,' she tells Eddie, trying her very best to sound as calm as possible. 'I remember. But I also remember how he snuck the most nerdy kids I ever met into the back of our ice cream store to let them watch movies for free. And I remember how he stuffed them with free ice cream when nobody was watching. I remember how he spent hours giving Dustin advice about his girlfriend â the advice was terrible, frankly, but that's not the point, it was well-meant.' No, stop, don't get distracted, she sternly tells herself, steering back to the topic at hand.
'I remember how he did everything in his power to get Dustin and Erica to safety when we all got caught in a goddamn nightmare. I remember how he almost died taking a bunch of punches for me.' She takes a quick breath before she goes on. 'I remember how he broke down in my arms because he felt so guilty about the person he used to be, the people he hurt when he was this asshole teenage boy doing asshole teenage boy shit. I remember how dumb he felt when he didn't get into any colleges again, I remember how scared he was when he figured out he liked boys, I remember how you were the one who made him finally feel some self-worth again when you guys started dating... And you know what else I remember? How you broke his heart yesterday. So you don't have to tell me what a dick he is, Eddie Munson. If you need to point fingers and call someone a dick so bad, don't you dare come for Steve. You better look in the mirror for that.'
Pt3 is here!
(Edit: it's actually 5 parts now. You can read the whole thing on ao3 here)
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Relationship: professional tight end!Ari Levinson x pop superstar!fem reader
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Summary: You and Ari bring in the holiday season with your own special celebration.
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (m receiving oral sex, f receiving oral sex, daddy kink, unprotected p in v sex, dumbification, multiple orgasms) celebrity lifestyle, Americaâs sweethearts, 6â7â Ari. SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!!
A/N: an early Christmas gift for all you lovelies!! I think itâs painfully obvious what this fic was inspired by and Iâm not even a little embarrassed about it. Theyâre too cute!
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You waved exuberantly to the crowd as your float rolled past them, the cold autumn sunlight filtering through the skyscrapers and making the sequins all over your dress sparkle. It was absolutely freezing, but you couldnât stop yourself from smiling like an idiot. Not only had your tour ended up being even more successful than you had ever thought it could be, you finally got to realize your dream of singing in the Macyâs Thanksgiving Day Parade.
Of course, there was something else that had you smiling like an idiot for the past few months. As soon as you got close to the paradeâs end at 34th Street you could see him in the stands, holding what may have been the most adorable homemade sign you had ever seen while surrounded by a bunch of screaming tween girls. He was easy to spot since he was six feet seven inches, which made it even cuter each time he had to bend down to answer one of their questions until they all started squealing. Ari was your big, burly, all American man but also perhaps the softest teddy bear on the planet.
When they all saw you they started screaming, and you beamed back at them, laughing when Ari lifted a little girl onto his shoulders so she could see better. Yeah, he was too cute for you, everything the man did made your ovaries flutter. It was hard not to just give him moony eyes all through your performance, but you managed to share your attention with the other fans as you sang your new Christmas song. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much once you were finished performing, like they did every time you saw your beefcake of a man.
Backstage was a zoo but when was it not. Assistants flurried around you as they helped you out of your intricate costume. By the time a large, warm hand slid around your waist you were down to nothing but your bra and some leggings. Itâs not like Ari cared about that, though.
âHey princess.â Ari beamed when you squeaked before turning around to look up at him. âYou were amazing.â
âStaaaaaaaahpâŚâ you giggled when he bent down to kiss the tip of your nose, batting your hands at his chest when he teased his hands under the hooks of your bra. âAri! We only have a few minutes before we have to go to your game, I donât want your teammates teasing you about being whipped by your superstar girlfriend again.â
âBaby, if I minded their teasing I wouldnât be dating you.â He kissed your nose once more before pulling your sweater over your head. âThere, ready to go in record time.â
âAri⌠Ari!â You shrieked with laughter when he flung you over his shoulder and slapped your ass a few times, your face heating up as he got closer to the doors and outside where you knew a pack of paparazzi were waiting to catch the two of you. âAri!!!â
âCalm down, princess.â He dropped you to the ground and kissed you so deeply you couldnât breathe for a second, then opened the doors and led you outside with your hand in his even though you were blinking and stumbling like a newborn baby deer. âI feel like they would have thought it was cute.â
âMaybe.â You waved at a few of the paps and made sure they got a good shot of you kissing Ariâs cheek before stepping into the limo. âThey do seem to enjoy how much bigger than me you are.â
âDo they now?â Ari pulled you into his lap and started pressing kisses all over your face. âI also enjoy it an incredible amount.â
âYeah, I bet you do, teddy bear.â You giggled when he leaned back and his face was covered in glitter. âOh, I think your teammates are still gonna tease youâŚâ
âWhat? Why?â Ari furrowed his brow until you held up a compact so he could see himself. âYeah they might.â
âMy poor teddy bear.â You pouted and wiggled a little bit in his lap before you began to slide down to the floor between his legs. âHow can I ever make it up to you?â
âYeah, princess, Iâm not sure getting glitter all over my dick is gonna keep them from teasing me⌠ow!â He guffawed when you pinched his thigh before starting to drag his zipper down. âBut whatever, I donât care.â
You hummed in agreement before pulling his thick cock out of his pants and licking a heavy stripe up the underside of his shaft, keeping your eyes fixed on his when you wrapped your lips around his tip and sucked softly. Ari groaned when you swirled your tongue around him, cupping your cheek gently for just a few seconds before curling it around your throat. The sensation of his fingers pressing against your carotid was one you welcomed, your eyes fluttering closed as you started bobbing your head up and down.
Every time you gave him head you marveled at just how huge he was; how he towered over you when you were on your knees; how your jaw ached as you stretched it as wide as you could; how even after so many months you still sometimes had to fight the urge to heave when he slid down your throat. His grip on your throat tightened as you started gagging around him, guttural grunts and murmurs falling from his lips as your drool slid down his shaft until it was covering his balls. Ariâs face was getting flushed as you kept going, and when he leaned forward and braced his massive thighs on either side of your shoulders you could have fainted.
His free hand gripped the edge of the seat until his knuckles turned white when you brought your own hand up to fondle his balls, his gaze intense and full of affection as his thumb stroked your throat. He throbbed and twitched in your mouth as you brought him closer and closer, the taste of his precum coating your tongue before you swallowed him to the root again. You whimpered when he swelled even larger, your eyes beginning to water as you breathed deeply through your nose and gulped around his massive cock.
When he finally came down your throat you sighed, watching his face screw up and then relax as he let out a primal groan. Ari looked so good when he came, the way every muscle in his body would tense up for just a few moments before he would sag and breathe easily as he gazed at you with a sense of possession. You made sure to keep your lips wrapped tightly around his cock as he started to pull out, slurping up every drop of his cum until he slid out of your mouth with a pop.
âNot a spot of glitter on your dick, teddy bear.â You beamed at him as you licked your lips clean, purring when he cupped your chin lovingly.
âNo, just all over my pants.â Ari couldnât help but laugh about it, especially when you spluttered and tried to wipe it off but only made it worse. âPrincess, it's fine. No ones going to notice.â
âThey have flashbulbs, Ari!â You whined when he tucked himself back in and pulled you up to sit next to him. âOh my godâŚâ
You didnât have any more time to worry before the limo came to a stop, squeaking and feeling yourself getting hot again as Ari helped you out of the limo. Thank goodness the man practically ran as he led you towards the team entrance, not giving the press a chance to pick up the sparkly evidence of you fellating him that was all over his pants. Even though he had to go warm up he still took a minute to say goodbye to you, kissing you several times before heading to the locker room while you waved adorably.
He was definitely falling head over heels for you, and he didnât even care who knew it. There was definitely an unbelievable amount of teasing in regards to the glitter on his crotch and in his beard, but it was good hearted. All of his teammates could tell how happy he was, so even the barbs about him being a kept man for the rest of his life were filled with that sort of friendly affection that old friends shared.
There was also the fact that he seemed to play exponentially better whenever you were in the stands. Analysts were quick to point out that whenever you were watching him play he tended to double his receiving yards, it even became a little joke among the sports commentators. What could he say, he liked to show off for his girl. As soon as he ran onto the field with the rest of the team and saw you cheering on the Jumbotron he felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest.
The trend continued. Maybe it was because every time he caught a pass or made a touchdown he could look up and see you screaming your adorable head off on the Jumbotron, but he managed to set a new personal record for receiving yards. Over a hundred yards by the fourth quarter as well as two touchdowns, and he could tell you were proud by the way you were jumping up and down in the box. Yes, he was extremely tired and extremely sore after so much effort, but the smile on your face made it more than worth it.
Ari couldnât shower and get dressed fast enough. He definitely got some exasperated looks from the rest of the team when he left them to give all the post-game interviews, but it was hard to care when he knew you were waiting for him. As soon as he stepped out of the locker room you were right there, squealing happily and telling him how amazing he was while he lifted you off your feet to kiss you like a fiend. It was hard to control himself around you, but he managed to keep from feeling you up as you made your way to his car.
He couldnât keep from feeling you up once you were in the Impala though. Every time he came to a light his hand was on your thigh or your waist, and when he heard your tiny little sighs he growled in response. You were starting to squirm in your seat too, and he knew exactly what that meant.
âTell me how wet you are, princess.â Ari tucked his bottom lip between his teeth and toyed with the hem of your skirt while he waited for the light to change. âCâmon baby girl, Iâve been waiting all day.â
âTeddy bearâŚâ you squeaked when he pinched the inside of your thigh and felt your face starting to get hot again. âSorry, Daddy. Iâm so wet, Daddy, my panties are sticky.â
âYeah, I bet they fucking are.â He grumbled when the light changed and he had to focus on the road again. âShow me.â
âYes Daddy.â Your heart was pounding in your ears as you slid your panties down your legs and hung them from the rear view mirror, wiggling even more when the air cooled the wetness that was between your legs.
It took all his restraint not to reach out and press them against his face. Yeah, he would have crashed the car, but dying with your scent filling his lungs was the way he wanted to go. He stopped himself just in time, though he did suddenly find himself speeding through traffic faster than the law allowed. When he finally pulled into the hotelâs garage he dragged you after him and lifted you to wrap your legs around his waist, leaving your panties dangling from the mirror without thought.
âFuck, I need you real fucking bad, princess.â Ariâs lips vibrated against yours as he growled with lust. âI havenât had your pussy in almost thirty-six hours, itâs killing me.â
âI know, I donât like it either, Daddy.â You wound your arms around his neck as he carried you to the elevator. âFeel so empty without you.â
âI know, and itâs a damn crime.â He nipped at your chin as the elevator rose to your floor, grateful that no other guests decided to join you as he was pretty sure your ass was hanging out of your skirt. âMy poor baby girl.â
You could only moan in agreement when the elevator arrived at your floor, giggling when Ari poked his head out first to make sure there was nobody in the hall before he started towards your room. While he worked on the door you nibbled on his ear, writhing against him and whining until you were in the room and he threw you onto the bed. Ari grinned at you as he ripped his shirt off and undid his pants, giving you a few mischievous growls and barks before pouncing on you.
Even when he was domming you he was still so soft and sweet, calling you his good girl and pretty princess while he kissed your neck and peeled your clothes off your body. The way he looked at you once you were naked made everything below your waist clench, especially when he growled at you like a hungry bear who was going to eat you alive. Then he leaned down to pull your legs over his shoulders and do just that.
âDaddy! Oh godâŚâ Ari just grunted against you in response as he ran his tongue all over your pussy until you felt dizzy. âMmm, âs so good.â
Ari knew it was good, he fucking loved making you turn into a panting, whimpering mess with your eyes rolled back in your head. It made him feel like a god. Those cute little noises and the way your thighs squeezed his head while he drank his fill from your cunt made him purr like a jungle cat. You were so sweet and so creamy, and the way your little pussy would pulse against his lips made his cock get so painfully hard he had to start grinding it against the bed.
His tongue parted your pussy lips so he could push it inside you and you had to kick your feet so you didnât lose it completely. They thumped against his back as he started to gently fuck you with his mouth, your breathing starting to get heavier and heavier as every muscle in your body grew tight. Every single time he ate you out he managed to bring you to the edge so fast it was unbelievable, and tonight was no different. You were trembling underneath him, your eyes already starting to flutter and your toes curling while his beard rubbed your sensitive folds raw.
When he pulled his tongue out of you and started sucking on your clit that was it for you. You sobbed his name and arched off the bed as you gushed sweet juices all over his face. He reached his hands up to massage your breasts and that just made it more intense, tears rolling down your face and your fingers yanking on his hair while he kept sucking and squeezing until you couldnât breathe.
âThatâs my good girl.â Ari was grinning like the Cheshire Cat as he sat up between your quivering legs. âFuck, you look so fucking pretty after you come, princess. You think youâre ready for Daddyâs big dick, honey?â
âMmhm.â You licked your lips and gave up trying to catch your breath when he yanked his pants down and kicked them away so you could finally see him in all his naked glory. âWant it so bad, Daddy.â
âDaddy knows, princess.â He moved slowly as he crawled on top of you, his massive body completely covering yours and making your pussy start throbbing even harder. âYou just relax and let Daddy take care of you, baby girl.â
You nodded and drew in a shuddering breath when he reached between the two of you to start rubbing your clit as he lined himself up. Ari hooked your knees over his hips to keep you wide open for him, his eyes fixed on your face for any sign of pain or discomfort as he started to push inside you. Even though he wanted to just drive his cock deep and fuck your brains out, he was painfully aware of your size difference and if he ever hurt you he wouldnât be able to forgive himself. He could tell you were just as hungry for him, beaming at you when your hands clawed at his massive biceps when he finally got halfway in.
It felt like it took an hour, but when his hips finally met the soft flesh of your thighs you moaned and wiggled happily underneath him. Your body was slick with sweat and glowing, and heâd never seen anything more beautiful. Ari gripped your hands and pinned them above your head as he started to move, his lips ghosting against your throat when you whimpered at the feeling of his cock stretching you so wide it burned. You loved it, though, murmuring nonsense words of encouragement under your breath and locking your ankles at the small of his back.
When Ari really started to move you almost fainted, arching your body to meet his and whimpering when he sucked on your ear. He had hardly even gotten going before you were moaning and whining in his ear, your body spasming underneath him as you came for the second time and felt your muscles turning to jelly. Your pussy was so slick that Ari couldnât stop himself from starting to slam into you, not that you minded. His breath was hot as he grunted against the sensitive skin of your throat, his lips and teeth leaving a trail of bruises in their wake while he shoved his cock so deep inside you you could swear you saw god.
Even though he had well and truly fucked you stupid he couldnât stop murmuring sweet praises for you under his breath. Every âgood girlâ or âpretty babyâ just made you slip further and further into the rosy haze of multiple orgasms as he wrung another one out of you. At some point he had rolled the two of you so your were laying on top of him, but itâs not like you could actually ride him in your fucked out state. So Ari was just holding your waist and moving you up and down on his cock like his own personal cocksleeve, grinning up at you the whole time and telling you how good and tight your pussy felt while you whined and drooled all over yourself.
âCâmon baby girl, you want it?â The teasing tone of his voice was still full of affection when you hiccuped as he fucked yet another intense orgasm out of your body. âDaddy needs to hear his princess say she wants his cum or Iâm just gonna end up fucking you all night, and Iâm not sure you could handle that, baby.â
âMm-mm⌠DaddyâŚâ you couldnât even hold yourself up anymore, crying softly as you rested your face in the crook of his shoulder as he continued to drive up into you. âPlease come inside my pussy, please. I want it, Daddy.â
âThatâs my good girl.â Ari kissed the top of your head and gave a lewd grind of his hips, chuckling into your hair when you shuddered with another climax. âCanât say no to you, princess.â
Your eyes fluttered closed when you felt him swell and throb inside you, a low whine escaping from you when you felt the first hot, sticky spurt of his seed shooting inside your pussy. Ari held you close as he filled you to the brim, his big hands rubbing your hips while his body rolled under yours and he let out one of those yummy groans he always made when he got to come inside you. When you finally came to you were still on top of him, only barely able to lift your head and beaming at the sight of his face flushed red as he struggled to come back down.
âHiiiiiii teddy.â You scrunched up your face adorably when he grinned at you and kissed your forehead. âIâd say that was a pretty good way to kick off the holiday season.â
âIâm gonna have to agree with you there, princess.â His thick fingers trailed along the curve of your spine and you felt like you could fall asleep just like that. âDefinitely gonna have to keep it up. Speaking of holidays, though, I may have gotten you an early present, since weâre gonna be apart next week.â
âA present? Ari!â You squeaked and giggled when he reached towards the nightstand without letting you climb off him, shivering when the change in position made him rub right against your over sensitive clit. âThat still gives you three weeks until Christmas, silly.â
âWell fuck me for wanting to spoil my girl.â He kissed all over your face and pulled out a small velvet box. âI know how much you like statement jewelry, so I figured the statement for this one could be just how smitten you are with your beefy football player boyfriend.â
âAri⌠oh my god!â You sat up so fast when he opened the box you almost fell off him, grinning like an idiot when he caught you at the last second and steadied you while he showed you the ring. âItâs so big and sparkly!â
The moonstone in the ring was at least fifteen karats, and surrounding the center stone was a chain of labradorite that glittered under the low lights in the hotel room. As soon as he placed it on your right ring finger you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing his face over and over and squealing with happiness.
âEveryone is gonna think weâre getting married now, teddy bear.â You rested your head against his chest once you made sure every inch of his face had been kissed at least once.
âWell, not quite yet, princess.â Like he hadnât known the moment you said yes to a second date with him that he was going to marry you.
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Shameless porn of my Tav and Halsin some undisclosed amount of time after the end of the game.
Afab Tav getting a taste of Halsinâs rare dominant side and learning what happens to druids who spend too much time in wildshape
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(I am a lazy human who writes fic in the notes app of their phone, please excuse dumb mistakes and minimal editing at times)
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The first traces of dawn slip through the window as you were roused from your meditation. You feel Halsinâs hand glide down your side and come to a rest on your hip before pulling your hips firmly back into his.
While Halsin was always fairly forward about sex, the past few days especially had been something. It was not uncommon for one of you to approach the other just about everyday over it, but this was borderline excessive even for him.
Your thighs ached from straddling him many times the last couple days, or from wrapping them around his hips as he fucked you against the wall. It was not really a complaint, nor something you cared to stop, but it was an unexplained change in Halsin.
Even early in the morning, just after meditating, he was ready to go again.
âMy heartâ he sighs in you ear, âhow is it possible that I want you more every day? Every time I lay eyes on you, youâre more beautiful than I remember. It overcomes me and I just need to hear you, taste you, experience youâ.
You feel his erection pressing on your backside as he slowly grinds against you. His hand that rested on you hip sliding down to now sit just under your belly button, waiting on an invitation to move lower.
âMy heart, how are you not tired or sore?â you ask, half joking and half truly wondering where this drive suddenly came from.
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It started three days ago. While bending down to put away a few things in the kitchen in a low cabinet he swept up behind you, grabbing your hips with such force he nearly yanked you off your feet. âSuch gorgeous hipsâ he murmured in your ear, his massive torso bent over yours, dwarfing you entirely âI need you. Nowâ he growled in your ear.
It was more worked up then you had ever seen him, his whole body heaved with every breath and word and his hands dug into your hips with clear intent.
âThen take meâ you replied.
Halsin did not waste a moment. He swiftly hooked a finger into the waist of your pants and pulled them along with your underwear down in one fluid motion. One rough hand immediately slipped down your front between your legs to find your clit and begin rubbing it while the other found your breast. You felt the tip of his shaft seeking entrance to you and you rose to your tip toes to make it easier. He quickly found the entry he craved and sank his full length into you, causing you to bite back a yelp. Halsin was large in every aspect of his being, from his physical size, to his personality, to his emotions, to his cock and right now without any sort of warmup you were especially reminded of that.
This was much rougher than his usual self. Halsin usually preferred things on the firmer side, as did you, neither of you were exactly fragile and pushing limits had its fun, but this was something else all together. From the beginning his pace was brisk, a sort desperation to his movements as if he felt like he was going to explode if he did not have you right then and there. And you and never been so aroused.
You let out a moan as you relaxed and adjusted to him, letting do as he wished and enjoying his sudden forwardness. The moan seemed to spur him on, pushing him to thrust even deeper now that you had relaxed enough to fully accept his length and it felt incredible.
âGods you feel so good, fuckâ you moaned and swore he felt larger than previous times.
Halsin was very much a man of give and take, of slow methodical pleasure. This however, was more base, almost instinctual feeling in comparison.
His breath was heavy in you ear, a strong departure from his usual verbosity. Where he typically sung your praises instead you were met with growls and panting.
You were shoved into the cabinet over the course of his thrusting, the edge of the counter digging into your hips, Halsinâs torso flush against your back was keeping you pinned against the furniture, preventing you from moving, not that you wanted to be anywhere else. He kept his pace steady as he rubbed your clit and his teeth found the side of your neck, biting harder than he normally did, his nails dug into your breast where his hand was pinned between you and the counter.
Breathing was difficult from his weight pressing down on you, but it only seemed to intensify everything. Your breath came in shallow gasps as you felt yourself getting close, every stroke filling you fully and pushing you to the edge. A wordless whine crept into your voice mixed with short gasps, you did not know how much more you could take, but you wanted this to last as long as possible.
This directness from him, the lust, the dominance, it was such a different side of him. Before Halsin, you had been the dominant one in all your encounters, then with Halsin while you swapped who was in the lead you would not say either of you was truly dominant. This though? This reminded you of an animal in heat; intense, rough, not just a want but a visceral need driven by something subconscious. Being desired so carnally, at such a base level lit a fire in your belly in a way few other things ever had.
Your finish washed over you, an intense buzz that started between your legs and dispersed through every inch of your body. You howled and panted his name like you never had before.
Halsin continued his relentless pace and pulled you closer to him even. His breathing was ragged and hot on you neck and you were suddenly acutely aware of how small you felt compared to him as you basked in the afterglow and tried to catch your breath.
âFuck me fullâ you told him, âmake me feel every last dropâ.
This seemed to put him over the edge, he pumped into you hard, nearly enough to knock the breath out of you and moaned loudly.
You did feel it, every drop flooding into you and dripping down your leg, every twitch of his cock as he met his release. Halsin remained in you, gasping for air and coming back down to the ground.
Air flooded your lungs as he leaned his weight off you and his kisses peppered your back and shoulders. You straightened yourself out and assessed the state you were in: bruises marked your hips where you were bent over the counter, nail marks dug into your breast, and you were certain you had bite marks on your neck. Not that any of it mattered, you loved seeing his marks on your body.
âIâm not complaining, but that was⌠intenseâ you broke the silence.
âIâm sorry my love, I just needed you so badlyâ he wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
âOh donât apologize, it was incredible. I didnât know you ever got like that. You were so dominant, so, I donât know? Instinctual? I donât know if thatâs the right word but I have never been so turned onâ.
âOh!â He said in surprise, âwell, in that case, I can definitely promise you moreâ.
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Over the next 3 days it continued much the same. Any time you bent over, or showed much skin, or really did much of anything there was Halsin, begging you to let him fuck you. Every ask was tinged with heavy desperation and lust previously unknown to you, and the moment you let him it was a torrid of rough sex in the first position he could get you in.
You lay there now in bed, naked with his cock pressed against your backside. Your legs are sore, your back is sore, every bit of you inside and out is on the verge of raw.
âMy love, my heart, I am loving all of this but I concede, I canât keep up. Whatâs come over you?â you ask.
âCome over me? No this is pretty normal for nowâ he answers.
âNormal? For now?â you ask again.
âYes, this time of year is typically mating season for bearsâ he said matter of factly, as if that was all the explanation that was needed.
âYou arenât a bearâ.
âNo, but you spend enough time as one and the instincts start to stick around afterwardsâ.
At this point you could not tell if he was serious or not. The whole thing was so matter of fact, but you had never heard anything about wildshape affecting a Druid like that.
You took a deep breath to gather your thoughts before beginning âAlright, so, right now you-â
âWant to fuck you against every surface in this house and surrounding forest until my scent covers every inch of you and youâre carrying our child. If youâll let meâ.
âAnd you remember that thatâs not possible right? Even long before I met you Iâve been too stabbed and banged up to ever be able to carry a child. Something Iâve told you and that you said that you were alright withâ.
âIâm aware, but instinct is instinct and Iâm more that happy to try. Especially if that means weâll just try foreverâ.
That answer satisfied you.
âI can be happy with that. But one last thing my loveâ.
âAnything. Say the word and thereâs no length I wouldnât go to fulfill your wishâ.
âFind some positions that donât hurt my thighs so much. Because if you pin me to the wall again thereâs no way my legs are going to hold outâ.
Halsin let out a deep laugh, a true and joyous laugh. âMy love! I wished you had said something sooner! My thinking isnât the clearest right now but if I had known-â out of the corner of your eye you saw the gentle warm glow of healing magic as the hand that had been resting just under your bellybutton moved to your sore legs, âI would have helped with thatâ.
Much of the soreness and ache recedes as the soft glow fades.
âActually one more thing, thereâs been a few times Iâve been a little raw- uh- inside from all of this. Is there anything that can be doneâŚ?â you trail off.
âYes! There are a few things I can make, perhaps a salve that provides some extra lubrication and maybe something a bit cooling feeling? I could do that, would that work?â
âI think so, and Iâd be more than happy to try at any rateâ
You feel him press your hips back against his and the throb of his still erect cock on your skin.
âOut of bed. Now. Salve first, trying to breed me afterâ.
Halsin sighs, not like he could complain about anything. He stumbles a bit as he attempts to pull his pants on, any attempt at salve making would require getting ingredients from the forest and town, and one of those requires pants.
âAnd love!â you call as he walks out the door, âIf that salve works and you keep me from being so sore Iâll start wearing a shorter dress around the house with no panties, or maybe just nothing at all. Iâll give you blanket permission for the season to fuck me whenever you want, like nature intendedâ.
You had never seen Halsin move so fast to go get the shopping done.
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Short Temper-K. Dach
Kirby Dach x fem! Reader
In which you and kirby both have a thing for choking!!
Warnings?; Unprotected sex(a big no no!!), choking(obvi), cursing, kinda mean kirby, mentions of a hockey fight, small bar scene, rough sex, porn with a plot tbh, sorry for any errors!
Day three of my kinktober special!
Kirby was mad, fuming even.
The game was horrible, his goal and assist meaning nothing to him when they still ended up losing 2-6. To make things worse heâd gotten into a fight early in the third, busting the scabs he already had on his knuckles from a previous fight, the cut on his cheek looking just as fresh.
And for some reason he accepted Arbers invitation to get a few drinks after the game however he only ended up more pissed off as the bar tender persistently flirted with you again and again despite your locked hands and Kirbyâs last name that was painted on your Jean jacket.
The red crystals that you had added to the letters sparkled under the bars shitty lighting catching the eyes of many customers yet he still found the guys eyes glued to your ass in your tight jeans.
He called it an early night, bidding his few teammates that joined a goodbye after not even have three sips of his beer.
He dragged you to his expensive g-wagon, still opening your door like he always did but he wasnât very nice to the car as he slammed the door with much more might then needed.
He didnât speak a word as he got in on his side, resting a still slightly bloody hand on your thigh as he peeled down the busy streets of Montreal.
The ride was silent, the only sound filling the car was the sound of your mixed breathing. Finally pulling into his parking spot in the parking garage he moved to open his door when your hand moving towards your own handle caught his eye.
âDonâtâ he snapped and you quickly obeyed by retracting your hand.
You waited for him to round the car, opening your door for you he gave you his hand as you exited the large car.
âYou know Iâll always get the door for you, so donât try it again.â He spoke with a sharp look towards you as you two made it into the parking garageâs elevator.
âYes sirâ you replied, a small smirk tugging on your lips as you playfully saluted him.
His hand that had been lingering behind you on the bar was quick to swat your ass, a yelp breaking from you at the contact.
âKirby!â You scolded the brunette.
He did his best to hide it but you saw his lips twitch, no doubt trying to hold back a smirk at your reaction.
âWatch your mouth then.â He shrugged, stepping out of the metal box as it reached your floor and taking off down the hallway.
You were quick to follow behind, doing your best to keep up with his long strides you made it to his side just as he got the door unlocked.
Once the two of you got inside he went straight for your bedroom while you took your time taking your shoes and jacket off before following after him.
You found him stripping down by his hamper, admiring his toned body as he pulled the white button down off. His dress pants quickly followed, his thick thighs on display while his tight boxers did nothing to hide his very obvious boner.
âYou like watching me get naked?â He piped up.
âMhm, one of my favorite hobbies actually.â You teased as you moved past him into the closet to hang your jacket.
Coming back into the room you were stopped in your way by two large hands grabbing your hips, he didnât speak as turned your body to face his and lifted your arms as he pulled your shirt off.
You felt your heart speed up as his eyes locked with yours, you didnât dare to break his stare as his cold hands moved down your body to unbutton your jeans next.
You choked on a gasp as he dropped to his knees tugging the denim down with him, next to go was your panties. His thick fingers hooking around the thin lace as he pulled them down, smirking at the small damp spot that was present.
He stood back to his feet, fingers reaching around you to unhook your bra watching contently as it slid down your arms and onto the floor.
Dipping his head down his soft lips tickled your skin as he kissed along the side of your throat, stopping just below your ear.
âWell getting you naked is one of mine.â
You swear you felt your knees buckle slightly as he whispered against your skin, very thankful for his large hands that were resting on your waist.
Picking you up he carried you towards your bathroom, sitting your feet on the floor he moved to the shower turning on the water before opening the door.
âComing?â He asked over his shoulder.
Youâd never moved so fast in your life. Stepping in behind him you watched as he dipped his head back, letting the hot water soak his head.
You could see the tension slightly leave his body as the water relaxed his muscles. You were so caught in your head that you didnât notice his hands moving towards you until your body was the one under the water.
His body was pressed against yours, arms wrapping around your front as his large hands moved up and down your stomach softly.
Your eyes caught his scabbed knuckles as flashbacks from earlier tonight filled your mind, the way he gripped the other player up by his jersey before laying a punch to the manâs face.
You hated that seeing him be so violent turned you on but there was no denying the throb that always formed between your thighs at the sight of him beating someoneâs ass.
Especially after the way things ended up for you two after the last fight, how he wrapped his bloody hand around your throat and pinned you to the mattress.
It was the first time heâd ever choked you during sex but you knew it wouldnât be the last, you got a taste of it and you were addicted.
âWhatâre you thinking about baby, I can feel how heavy youâre breathing.â He asked behind you.
âN-nothing.â You stuttered.
âHmm, then why are your thighs rubbing together?â You could hear the smirk in his voice.
Fucking caught.
Turning your body in his arms you threw yours around his neck before pulling his lips down to meet yours.
He didnât hesitate to kiss back, pushing your body against the marble wall of your shower he didnât hesitate to push a thigh between yours.
You moaned at the feeling of his thick thigh against your clit, body shuddering at the feeling of him pressed against you.
His tongue fought against yours but you didnât give up, nipping at his bottom lip you basked in his soft growl. You were giving his energy right back until you felt his strong grip at the base of your throat.
You pulled your lips from his sucking in a sharp breath as your eyes locked, a look of understanding between the two of you.
Within seconds you were back in his arms with your body pinned against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist, his body pressing into yours.
You wanted him, you really did-but not here.
âBed Kirby.â You moaned as his lips sucked against your sweet spot.
He didnât need to be told twice, switching the water off he had you two out of the shower and onto the bed without wasting a second.
He didnât give a fuck that you two were soaked, he only cared about fucking you until the both of you passed out.
He laid you down on the pillows before crawling over your body, positioning himself between your thighs he hooked yours over his.
Running his cock through your soaked folds he watched as you flinched slightly from the sudden pleasure.
There wasnât anything more in this world that he liked more than seeing how responsive your body was to him, the little ways youâd move or respond to his movements.
He pushed his cock into you slowly allowing you to get adjusted to his size before he began to fuck you.
His lips worked on your chest, lips switching from Brest to Brest as he sucked and nipped at them earning sweet moans from you.
Feeling you buck against him he knew you were ready, adjusting your thighs to be wrapped around his waist he pulled out of your tight cunt before pushing back with much more force than the first time.
You cried out at his sharp thrust, heading dropping back into the pillows as the hot pleasure consumed your body. It felt like you were on fire, every touch and caress from Kirby pushing you closer and closer to a blazing edge.
You watched the man above you as his own head was tipped back in pure bliss, taking his frustration of the evening out on your body just as youâd hoped he would.
âFuckâ he grunted, the feeling of you purposely clenching around his cock pulling him closer and closer to his climax.
His eyes snapped open as he heard a giggle from you scoffing in response his large hand wrapped around your throat as he pushed two of his fingers into your mouth.
He shook his head when you moaned around them, tongue moving around the digits as if they were his cock. He could feel you moaning around his fingers are he switched his pace, pressing his hips into you he fucked you so slow and deep.
You could feel every vein and ridge of his cock, your desperate cryâs for more drowned by his thick fingers he smirked as you did your best to move against him.
His spare hand pressed your hips into the mattress stilling your movements slightly as you werenât strong enough to fight against him.
He didnât give in, continuing to fuck you slow and steady he grunted when you clenched him tightly, your warm walls hugging him so tight.
It was only when he felt your teeth sink into his fingers did he knock it off, pulling his fingers from your mouth you drew in a sharp breath before speaking.
âFuck me-please Kirby.â You begged, chin glistening with spit that his fingers were also coated in.
The sight of your messy appearance had Kirby ready to come then, the way your mascara was still running, your flushed and hot cheeks, messy hair and swollen lips.
He adjusted your position, hooking your ankles together around his back he wrapped a hand around your throat.
You werenât sure what he was doing until soon your felt his hips start at an ungodly pace, words colliding in your throat as broken moans as hot pleasure consumed you once again.
âShit! So good, so fucking good.â You cried into the air, nails dragging down his back causing him to hiss at the burn.
He sat up to pull you into a messy kiss, teeth colliding in a fight for dominance however what you werenât expecting was the tightening of his hand on your throat when your teeth nipped his lip a little to hard.
Squeezing just enough to cause you to gasp before returning to his normal hold, the action causing a whole new wave of arousal to rush through your body.
He knew you were getting close when your thighs started to shake, your body arching into his as your moans got more incoherent by the second.
âF-ahh, Kirby!â You babbled but he didnât need you to tell him, he knew you were coming and he was ready, right on the edge of his own climax.
âGo ahead baby, come for me like the good slut you are.â He cooed in your ear.
His free hand moved to your clit as his thumb circled around the sensitive bud, watched in admiration as your body shook below his.
Your mount dropped open in a loud moan as you arched off of the bed, your orgasm breaking through your body.
The way your walls hugged him brought him to his own climax, his thrusts slowing as his hips began to stutter and soon he was pressed against you as he came.
You moaned at the feeling of his warm cum filling you up, the sensation dirty but so so good.
His hand that was around your throat loosened as he collapsed on top of you, the exhaustion of the game and sex finally getting to him.
Neither of you cared as you both fell asleep right there, his cock still deep inside you as he cuddled close into your side.
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You were the first to wake up, the bright sun filling your room causing a small groan to rise from your throat.
You moved to stretch but the weight over your body and the ache between your thighs had you stilling.
Looking down you found Kirbyâs large body still pressed against yours, his head resting right below your boobs while he held you close.
Images from last night flooded your mind and you feel your cheeks heat up at the thought of what you two did.
You realized his cock was no longer inside of you and he was dressed in a pair of boxers while you were swallowed by one of his shirts.
Shaking him awake lightly he tried hiding his face in the pillows but you werenât letting that happen.
âKirby baby get up, we have to shower.â You cooed as you ran a hand through his hair.
âWhy.â He groaned.
âWe went to sleep right after having sex bubba, gotta get cleaned up.â
âCleaned us up and got you dressed.â He mumbled again.
âI see that but we need a proper shower.â You laughed.
âCan we get a bath?â He asked as he finally picked his head up, eyebrow raised as he looked at you questioningly.
Realizing his body was probably sore you nodded and moved to get a bath started, pouring in some epsom salt that he used you let it fill up while you went to get him.
He fought slightly but finally complied and followed you into the bathroom, stripping off his boxers he got in first allowing you to lay against his chest.
You thought he was sleeping until he spoke up, âSorry if I was a little to rough or mean last night. I was pissed about the game and I shouldnât have taken it out on you.â
You smiled at his words, dropping your head back you looked up at him sweetly.
âTrust me, I didnât mind it. Not one bit.â
âIâm sure you didnât.â He laughed slapping your thigh slightly as you both broke into giggles before relaxing in the bath until the water was cold.
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content ¡ NSFW MDNI, college au, dom/sub dynamics, bratty sub!eren, mean to soft dom!reader, gn!reader, dry humping, humiliation, nipple play, degradation, praise, edging, handjob, blowjob
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notes ¡ couldnât help making it soft at the end! iâve reread this so many times i genuinely have no idea if itâs good but i hope you enjoyed it<3
House parties arenât really your thing. Youâve been to a few but you quickly discovered that they involve a lot more vomit and interpersonal drama than you have the tolerance for, so you tend to avoid them. You wouldâve turned down the invitation for this one too, if it wasnât for the fact that it was Eren Jaeger who offered it up to you. Thatâs why youâre here, at the house of someone whoâs a friend of a friendâs friend, at sometime past midnight.
Youâre leaning against the wall, sipping on a half-empty can of pop, when you finally spot Eren, making his way over to you with a grin much too wide for someone whoâs late to a party he invited you to. He looks good, dressed in a white tank top that brings out the musculature of his arms and black skinny jeans youâve only ever seen him wear to parties like this one, since he usually wears sweatpants everywhere else. His hair is half-down and half-up in a bun, not too different from the usual messy man bun he goes for.
Once he arrives at your side, beer can in hand, you exchange greetings and small talk, talking about nothing and everything. In the middle of a conversation, some drunk rando throws up by your feet, so you and eren migrate to a different room. On the way though, another person bumps into you and spills their drink down your shirt. It doesnât help that you were already damp with sweat from how hot and stuffy it is, as well as nauseous from the lingering stench of vomit mixed with alcohol and BO. You meet their eyes with hellfire on your tongue and in any other situation, you wouldâve let it loose, but the way they paw at your clothes and slur their apology reminds you that youâre in a house full of clumsy idiots just like them, so you just shrug it off and focus on finding a bathroom to clean up in.
Thatâs what Eren likes about you. Youâre down-to-earth and keep to yourself, but donât let people walk over you and speak out when you need to; youâre not exactly timid, but youâre soft-spoken in a way that suits your voice and nice to people without being overly nice. Oh and donât get him started on your witty humour and the way you play off other peopleâs jokes so effortlessly; even when you shake your head or roll your eyes or just ignore him after he tells a joke that doesnât land, heâs buzzing. Thatâs why heâs been ogling you during your shared lectures, the reason he keeps âlosingâ his pens and asking to borrow from you, the reason he keeps âforgettingâ to give them back, the reason he asked you out to this party! Something about you just got Eren hooked, to the point that he couldnât stop thinking about you, to the point he would wake up with a boner almost every morning and jerk off from what he remembered of his dreams about you; to the point those dreams turned into fantasies, imagining what your body looks like under your clothes, what your moans sound like, what faces youâd make.
You, on the other hand, didnât have any strong feelings toward Eren until later. You thought of him as kind of average, if not a little loud and annoying at times, such as when he disrupted class, but in a word, tolerable, and definitely not the worst classmate youâve ever had. Usually, youâd never give a guy like him the time of day unless he actually tried to pursue you (instead of just flirting and joking around aimlessly) but your interest was piqued after your friends passed on to you some rumours about him being a self-proclaimed âhardcore domâ. From that point on, you were just as hooked. You became less dismissive and a little more friendly, playing along with his game â long enough so that heâd never see it coming once you finally sunk your claws into him.
Thatâs why, when you finally find the bathroom, you stop in the doorway, turn to Eren in your stained shirt and say, âDo you mind helping me clean up?â
The excitement in his eyes doesnât go unnoticed as he answers a nonchalant, âYeah, sure,â and follows you inside. The soft click of the lock has Erenâs pulse jumping because he knows exactly where this is going. He knew you had to feel something back, that you couldnât resist his advances forever. His eyes scan you shamelessly while you pull your top over your head and start wiping your chest down with a towel. He leans against the door and comments, âHey now, you might give a guy the wrong idea taking off your clothes like that,â and thatâs what sets everything else into motion.
âYeah?â you say as you step closer. Your voice is hushed, lowered, as if to whisper a dirty secret. âHow do you know itâs the wrong idea?â
Eren falters at your forwardness, but runs a palm over his hair and regains his composure. âI guess I donât,â he says, not even trying to hide the way heâs staring at your lips. âSo, is it?â His dark gaze flicks back up to your eyes. âThe wrong idea?â
You smile and make sure to bat your eyelashes extra prettily as you whisper, âWhy donât you kiss me and find out?â
His lips are on you as soon as you finish the question and his hands grasp at you while he backs you up against the door. He kisses you feverishly and as impatiently as youâve been feeling this entire night. You let him kiss along your jaw, down your neck, across your collarbone, but before he can get too carried away, you guide him back to your lips. This time, you take over leadership in the kiss. Eren smirks, mistaking it for eagerness, until a skilled tongue slides into his mouth and your hands begin to touch him with confidence and ease. His breath hitches once, twice, and it only spirals from there. Heâs gasping and panting in seconds, overwhelmed and barely managing to keep up. Slowly but surely, youâre pushing back, and he can feel himself giving in, involuntarily yielding to you like itâs a biological instinct. He doesnât even realise how bad it is until itâs too late, until his back is pressed against the door and his centre of gravity becomes you, staring at him with a look heâs never seen on your face before.
âYouâre real pretty, you know that, right?â you tell him as you tuck some of the loose hair from his bun behind his ear. Eren opens his mouth, presumably to bark out a retort at your (what he believes to be) demeaning choice of words, but all that comes out is a quiet moan as your knee rides up between his legs. You take advantage of that and slip your thumb inside, pressing down on his tongue and opening his mouth wider. âSo pretty,â you add in a croon, but then he brings his teeth down and bites your thumb. You donât give him the satisfaction of a pained reaction, settling for a disappointed glare and a tight grip of his jaw. âDonât be a brat now, Jaeger. You donât wanna know what I do to brats.â Interestingly, the lump against your knee twitches. You arch an eyebrow. âOh? Or maybe you do?â
His eyes are on yours, seemingly stern and rebellious but you know itâs just a ruse; you know begging for mercy when you see it. Such eyes suit him, youâll give him that, but youâd have to be a fool not to take this opportunity, to give him that final nudge, those final few centimetres he needs to be all yours. So you whisper into his ear, the kinds of things heâs used to saying and worse, until heâs flushed and speechless, stuttering over his breaths and holding back whines. Itâs almost too easy when you lean down to his neck, and he just lifts his chin and gives it to you, without you even having to ask. You reward him with red kisses and purple lovebites that have the skin beneath your lips thrumming with suppressed moans. Itâs such a treat too, how affected he is when youâve barely even started.
Some part of Eren is still screaming at him to steal back his dignity and the role heâs made a reputation out of, but his pants are damp and so tight it hurts, itâs really not his fault when he starts grinding against your knee in search of relief. You find it adorable, really, and smirk against his neck as you press your knee forward in an act of pity. A whimper slips from him and he ruts against you faster, more desperately, so desperately. He almost sobs because he was sure your actions would be as cruel as your words, but heâs too caught up in chasing his high to feel relieved or thankful. He focuses only on moving his hips, back and forth, back and forth, and holy shit, is he really about to come already? In his pants, like some teenager?
He stops his movements, shaking with the effort of keeping still. With clammy hands, he hurries to undo his jeans, but you snatch them away and pin them to the wall. Your curled lips indicate that you understand the situation just fine without an explanation, yet you still have the audacity to say, âWhatâs the matter? Donât you wanna come?â your tone all flowery and pure as you pick up where he left off, mercilessly rubbing his cock through the fabric.
âNo, no, no, fuck,â Eren chokes out, even as he betrays himself by meeting your knee halfway, but he just canât stop! His peak is drawing closer and closer and his downward motions just get harder and faster. It feels so good and heâs so, soâ
âDonât come yet.â
Erenâs first thought is: how the fuck is he supposed to do that? But then his second thought is: why would he listen to you anyway? What authority do you have over him? And yet what comes out of his mouth is, âPleaseââ
âBegging so soon?â you say against his lips. âThatâs sweet, it really is.â You let go of his wrists and trail your hands down his arms to his chest, then over a nipple experimentally, grinning when you feel it pebble under your light touch. You give it some more attention, circling and rubbing it through the fabric until Erenâs hands are clutching your shoulders and heâs curling in on himself trying to escape the foreign sensation. He never thought that part of his body could feel... good?
You suddenly pinch and twist it and Eren whines. The pain is sharp, and yet thatâs what has his orgasm returning. With only a few more grinds against your knee, itâs hitting him fast, from all angles, and the thing heâs been dreading finally comes true. He soaks his underwear with cum, hot and sticky and disgusting. He moans weakly, digging his blunt fingernails into your shoulders as his head raises up against the door.
You sigh, disappointed. âI didnât say you could come.â
Eren is standing there, trying to catch his breath and too out of it to respond to you, when you suddenly grab him through his pants. His back arches at the overstimulation and youâre smiling because of course you are as your hand massages over his bulge and the horrid squelching sounds remind him of his shame. He tries to get away from the stimulation, gasping out, âStop, stop, stop!â but when you donât hear that lovely âpleaseâ you only quicken your ministrations.
âYouâre such a pervert, Eren,â you taunt, soft and sultry, as if you werenât humiliating him with your words. âComing in your pants from having your nipples played with? And itâs only been like, what, a minute?â
His cheeks turn pink, his eyebrows knit together, and all he can say is a shaky, âShut up.â
You snicker. âAw, donât be embarrassed. Itâs cute! Youâre just like a virgin.â
âIâm not a virgin,â he croaks out, and itâs true, but you pretend to be unconvinced so you can watch him rush to make you believe him while his face blooms a darker shade of pink and his cock hardens at your touch â or maybe your words? Either way, you continue palming him until his defiant expression fades, until itâs replaced by parted lips and hooded eyes.
Then you pull away, just as heâs starting to buck into your palm. You relish the way he looks at you, so questioning and betrayed. You wish you could see what other faces you can get him to make, but now that youâve given him a taste, you intend to take it all away. Itâs the funnest part of this all; leaving him wanting after planting the seed of what could be into his mind, letting him continue with his life of hook-ups and one-night-stands before he inevitably comes running back to you. It would be so easy now to lose your patience and ravage him like a starved man, sure, but that takes away the fun in taking him apart piece by piece. Youâve come all this way; it would be a shame not to savour it.
âWhy did you stop?â
There it is, you think, and you canât help smiling. âYou told me to,â you answer as you take a step back. Eren stands there, the start of a protest falling from his lips. You donât wait for him to finish, instead reaching for your shirt and putting it back on.
âHey,â Eren scoffs and grabs your arm. âYou canât just leave.â His tone is light-hearted, but you can tell heâs being serious, and that itâs more like a plea rather than the statement itâs phrased as.
âOh, canât I?â you say, raising an eyebrow. âWhy not?â
Eren looks at you, then his crotch. You donât think youâve ever seen him this lost for words.
You just laugh through your nose, like heâs told a bad joke. âThis is your punishment, Eren. You should remember it next time you think about disobeying me.â You wave your hand for him to move, but he lingers, so you give him a pointed look, a silent demand. He steps out of the way and you open the door. âSee you in class on Monday,â you say over your shoulder before shutting the door behind you.
Standing there with his heart still pounding with adrenaline, Eren realises that he was right before; your actions are as cruel as your words, crueller even, he just guessed too soon. He should be livid â youâve left him covered in hickeys, with an aching boner and cum thatâs still warm in his pants â but all he can think about is two words: next time. Even after days have passed, he doesnât stop thinking about them. He clings to them like a lifeline, every day and every class with you after that; turning those words over, listening to the echo of your voice in his mind, the way your lips moved around those two bittersweet syllables. He thinks about them for an entire three weeks before they finally come into existence thanks to a class assignment that gets the two of you paired up.
You avoid inviting him over too soon, purposely offering to meet up at cafĂŠs and the campus library. At first, they were nothing more than that: just doing actual work for the assignment. But soon enough, you start to tease and distract him; a foot skimming his inner calf one too many times to be an accident, a hand on his thigh that rubs up and down but never more. Itâs torture, yet Eren feels giddy at the prospect of it leading up to something more, every single time, wondering if this will be the time you go further.
Thereâs one time heâs sure you will. It starts out innocent, you asking him to get a book thatâs too high up for you. As he reaches for it, his shirt lifts up, revealing a strip of his v-line and the waistband of his boxers, how the edge of skin above it is slightly paler, where his tan didnât reach...
Itâs gone as soon as it appears and usually your thoughts would vanish with it â except the aisle happens to be dowsed in shadows from a broken light and the closest person around is on the other side of the library. Eo instead of your urges slipping away, itâs your self-restraint, and rather than taking the book, you take his wrist. Then you pin him to wall and use your other hand to push his lips into yours, all in one fell swoop. The intensity with which you kiss him and the way you have him pressed against the wall brings him back to that night. He kisses back just as passionately, all slippery saliva and clashing teeth. Heâs sweating already, hot with the thrill of what else youâre willing to do, how far youâre willing to go in a public place like this. Would you touch him? make him come in his pants? Leave him hard?
A hand clutching onto your shirt brings you back to your senses. You pull away and Eren tries to chase your lips, but you catch his jaw before he can. Heâs still panting from the residual excitement of earlier. His eyes stare at you, puppy-like in the way they speak a silent plea and twinkle with the reflection of the library ceiling lights behind you. You just smile and pet his spit-slick lips with a thumb, the gentle touch distracting him long enough for you to grab the book heâs still holding and step back. âThanks,â you say, gesturing to the book before walking away.
Just seconds ago, Erenâs mind was racing with thoughts, but as he stares at your retreating back, his only thought is that you really are cruel â and yet it is that thought, and that moment, that replay in his head that very night as heâs roughly pumping his cock and coming in his underwear, if only to pretend you forced him to, just like back then. Heâs pathetic, he knows that, but at the same time, itâs all he can do. He just feels so... he doesnât even know what to call it, but it has him drooling after everything you do. Heâs never felt this way about anyone. Heâs only ever slept around with people, too afraid of committment for even friends with benefits or a situationship. Heâs not even all that great with friendships, with only two friends heâs been lucky enough to have by his side since childhood, and a few guys he talks to and has lunch with at uni, but never actually hangs out with outside of class. But you? You have something that makes him want to stay, to keep going after you; youâre the reason he hasnât slept with anyone since the party. Heâs tried to, but itâs just not the same. He feels like youâve ruined him for everyone else. Thatâs why he has no other choice but to fuck his fist after every meet-up with you, imagining it as your fist while the words you left him with loop in his head.
It isnât until over halfway through the project that Erenâs pining finally reaches its peak with a single message:
letâs work at my place today, usual time
The way itâs not a question does something to him, which is when he realises how pent-up he is. He knows he shouldnât get his hopes up, but by the time he reaches your dorm, heâs already half-hard. He wipes his sweaty hands off on his tee and adjusts himself in his sweatpants before knocking on your door. When you open it, youâre in nothing but a t-shirt and shorts, legs bare and feet clad in slippers.
âYouâre early,â you say as Eren strolls inside.
He scoffs. âNot on purpose,â he says, hoping you donât see through his façade (you do). He slides his hands into his pockets and takes a look around your room. Various shelves and decoration on your walls, reflecting your interests; memorabilia and clutter on different surfaces and furniture. Some clothes thrown over your desk chair, a few plants and books. Thereâs a scent in the air too, not too strong but prominent and uniquely you.
âWhen youâre done snooping around my room like a creep,â you call out from your bed, âwe should get on with the assignment.â Your fingers clack away on your laptop keyboard for a bit before looking at Eren. âI know the deadlineâs next Friday but Iâd rather get it done as soon as, yâknow?â
Erenâs stomach drops. He completely forgot the real reason he was invited here; the innocent reason he was invited here. Your tone was casual, gave no indication that you knew, yet as he stands there in front of you, he feels like youâre in his head. Do you know the effect you had on him at the party? The effect you continue to have on him? Shit, Eren thinks, as he clenches and unclenches his fists. He wants to respond, play it off cool and act like he only agreed to come so enthusiastically because he cares about his grades, but his mind is blank.
âCat got your tongue?â you tease, shifting into a position that has you face-on to Eren. Then you slide to the edge of the bed and lean forward. âWhy so quiet, Jaeger? Thatâs not like you, your loud mouth usually always has something to say.â Those scrutinising eyes scan him from head to toe. Slowly. âAnd where are all the materials anyway? The ones you were meant to bring? For the assignment?â
He feels caught, trapped like prey, and with every few-second flick of your eyes, every purposely chosen word and perfectly timed pause, he feels himself get smaller and smaller.
âDonât tell me,â you start, but with those three words alone, Eren already knows his fate has been sealed, âyou thought we wouldnât actually be doing the assignment?â Youâre smiling now, the same smile you had in that bathroom three weeks ago as you palmed him through his cum-soaked pants. âWhat did you think we were going to do, huh? Please, tell me...â Your eyes narrow into slits and your lips stretch out in a smile, showing off teeth that flash like a predatorâs. âI am so curious.â
Youâre pushing his buttons, making him feel like the desperate one, and maybe he is, but could you blame him? Eren just wants another taste of what you gave him at the party, and most of all, he wants you. He realises that maybe you really did just send that text with the intention of working on the assignment, but thereâs no denying that in this moment, thatâs not what this is; in this moment, youâre nudging him forward after toying with his sexual frustration, and in this moment, Eren decides to put a stop to it.
He stomps forward until heâs looming over you, a sharp scowl twisting his features. âStop playing dumb, [Name]. You know damn well what you were doing when you sent me that text,â he snarls, sea green eyes stormy and narrowed. âIâm done with these games, alright? If youâre not going to take responsibility for making me like this, thenâ then I will.â He almost falters from the weight of your eyes, the way they just sit there, waiting and unfazed, but he steels his composure. âYouâre just a brat anyway,â he says, leaning in. âAll you really want is for someone to put you back in your place.â
That smile hasnât left; hasnât so much as twitched. In the position youâre in, youâre looking up at him, but the way youâre doing it makes it feel as though Eren is the one looking up, the one being looked down on. âWell... youâre right about me knowing what i was doing,â you admit, âbut the rest? Not so much. Not for me, anyway.â You trace the collar of Erenâs t-shirt with your fingertips, drag your palm down his chest...
You suddenly bunch up the fabric and yank it with a tight fist. Your other hand catches Erenâs shoulder and keeps him steady as his palms land on either side of you, knees bent and head in the crook of your neck. âCome now, Jaeger. Do you really think Iâm the brat in this situation?â You say softly, your breath warm and your lips featherlight as they graze his ear lobe. âPut me back in my place?â you giggle quietly and it reverberates through erenâs skull like a thunder clap. âDoes that really sound like something you want to do to me?â He can feel the way you smile against the shell of his ear, the wetness of your teeth. âOr is that just the only way you know how to ask for something to be done to you?â
Eren is hidden in your neck yet he feels completely exposed. He wants to mask the way your words make his breathing stutter, but when youâre this close, even he knows itâs no use. All he can do is stay right where he is, frozen in a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation.
You shove Eren back and he crumbles to the floor on all fours. âThatâs more like it.â You tilt your head at him as he sits up on his knees. âDoesnât this feel so much better?â
Eren doesnât want to admit it, not even to himself, but it does feel better. His gaze drops to his lap in shame but thatâs where he sees the even more shameful bulge thatâs formed between his legs. he instinctually covers it up, but heâs too late, and his attempt at hiding it only confirms what you already know. You reach over and angle his head up by his chin. You have an unimpressed expression on your face, but your eyes contrast it with their fiery intrigue. âWow, Eren,â you say through an amused sigh as you lean in close to his face. âAre you seriously hard right now?â
He swallows nervously and presses his thighs together. His breathing is already faltering in his chest, but he tries to keep it steady as he replies, âYou canât blame me. Youâve been teasing me ever since you left me at the party. Just like this.â
A hand yanks his head back by his hair and Eren is unable to stop the moan that escapes him. He chews on his lip as you sneer down at him. âBeing left like that was exactly what you deserved,â you mutter, then you raise your eyebrows, feigning a contemplative expression, âbut maybe another, harsher punishment is what you need to learn your lesson, hm?â
Erenâs dick twitches and he wouldâve nodded too, if he didnât register at the last minute that punishments arenât meant to be enjoyed.
You catch it anyway, and scoff. âOf course, youâd like that, you fucking whore.â You let go of his hair and lean back. eren stares at you, confused, until you pat your lap. âSit,â you tell him. Your posture is relaxed, in contrast to his, which tenses as he straddles your lap, resting his hands on your shoulders. Your eyes widen and you smile incredulously. âI guess leaving you like that wasnât entirely useless, huh?â you laugh to yourself and massage along his hips and thighs before finally tugging the waistband of his sweatpants down, slowly, along with his underwear. A shudder runs down Erenâs spine at the touch of cool air on his skin. His hard cock bumps against his abdomen, leaving behind a shiny smudge of precum. You tap his wet tip and draw circles around it, making Eren hiss and briefly dig his nails into your shoulders.
âDonâtââ he stops himself when you glance up at him.
Your eyebrows raise. âWhat was that?â you ask, but he just swallows and remains silent. âUse your manners, baby. Youâve done it once before, so I know you can.â Your other hand snakes under his t-shirt and caresses his side. âDonât get shy now. If youâre cute enough, I might give you a reward.â
Eren shifts in your lap. Thereâs a pause. then, âPlease.â
You chuckle. âCome on, âRen,â you say, âyou can do better than that.â
He looks exasperated, but tries again anyway. âPlease,â he repeats. âPlease justâ just touch me. Please.â
He makes it too easy to tease him, you think, as you grin wickedly. âBut Iâm touching you right now, arenât I?â
Eren groans. âYes butâ youâre notââ He jumps as you dip your nail gently into his slit. âFuck, just put your hand around my cock please.â
You surprise him by doing exactly that, a loud moan being torn out of him. Your grip is tight as you drag your fingers down his length, spreading his precum. With how pent up heâs been, Eren feels like heâs close already. His body tingles with pleasure and anticipation. Itâs almost too much, yet not enough, the way you slide your hand up then down, up then down, steady and unrushed. Just as Eren is about to ask you to go faster, you rotate your hand over his leaking tip and he chokes on his words. You do it again, and again, before returning to your previous motions. You repeat this, changing your pace a few times, just to watch him squirm, before resuming your steady pumping. Eren begins to wonder if youâre waiting for him to beg more, if youâll just keep doing this until he asks you to go faster, but the next time you change your pace, itâs fast and doesnât stop, just goes even faster. Eren stumbles over his breaths. Heâs relieved, but at the same time itâs too fast. âFuck, sloâ slow down,â he says in a strangled voice. He is hurtling toward his orgasm, heâs definitely not going to last. Shit, how were you able to go so fast and hard at the same time? It felt like he was on fire. Heâs soâ
You stop.
A single meek drop of precum trickles down Erenâs dick.
âNoââ He groans. âWhat the fuck? Why didâ why didnât youââ
âDid you forget already?â you interrupt, grinning from ear to ear. Erenâs lips remain pursed in frustration. âThis is your punishment, remember?â
A range of emotions pass over Erenâs face: realisation, horror, anger, desperation, self-pity. You watch his inner conflict set aflame, how he looks down at his aching dick, how his fingers twitch and one hand even goes as far as to dip down to try and touch himself, but you grab it and place it back around your neck. âOnly I get to touch you, and only I will decide when you get to cum,â you tell him and Eren curses under his breath but stays put. From there, you go back to touching him. You bring him to the edge, over and over, abusing your knowledge of all his weak spots, squeezing and rubbing and pumping vigourously for what must be at least eight times; until his speech is slurred and his pleas are barely intelligible.
When you let go for the final time, you hear him sniffle against your neck.
âThat bad, huh?â you mumble, mostly to yourself. You slip your hands beneath his shirt and trace the smooth plains of his torso, up and down, feeling the muscles ripple and writhe from the barely-there touch. âOkay,â you say, âyouâve been good, so Iâll reward you now.â His hips jut out violently and grind against your stomach. You grab his drenched cock and suck your teeth in disapproval. âDonât ruin it by getting too greedy now, Eren.â
He stares at you, turquoise irises engulfed in black pupils, and licks his lips. âWhatâs my reward?â
You just smile. âYouâll find out soon enough,â you answer. You pull up his waistband and snap it against his sensitive cock, making him yelp. âFirst, I want you to get up and take off your clothes.â
Eren is eager and obeys quickly, making a show of it as he does; flexing his muscles a little more than necessary, his movements slow and sensual and tempting because thatâs just how heâs done this every time before this. But the sooner that usual ego of his rises, the sooner it falls, because once heâs down to his last item of clothing â his boxers â he just stands there like he doesnât know what to do next. He does, of course, but heâs feeling what seems like dread at the idea of being completely naked in front of you. Not because heâs insecure, but the fact that itâs you heâs showing it to; you with your fox grins and cruel, humiliating words, your rough treatment and watchful eyes... Fuck, just the thought is making him harder, and then even harder as he wonders if you can see it. Will you point it out? Will you make fun of him? Call him names?
Eren jumps when you graze his crotch with the end of your foot. âHaving second thoughts?â you say, teasing but serious all the same.
âNo,â he says without hesitating.
âThen go on.â You lift your foot and Eren tenses in anticipation, but you just grin wider and point to the head of his dick, peering out slightly from his boxers, without touching it. âDonât keep me waiting.â
He slides the waistband down his thighs and lets it drop to his feet, then steps out and tosses the garment aside. Youâre still fully clothed and relaxed while you look him up and down. Eren slides a hand over the top of his hair, pushing away the fallen strands. He thought he felt exposed earlier, but now itâs even worse. Your eyes are practically devouring him, but you canât help it. The way heâs standing there, completely nude while you arenât, waiting for your next command while staring at you with those dark aqua eyes from under pretty dark eyelashes. No number of late-night fantasising would do this sight justice, yet you wonder if you can make it even better. You wonder if you can push him just a little bit further, see how much more you can bend him before he breaks.
âYou look nervous, Eren,â you say. âAre you sure youââ
âYes! Yes, Iâm sure,â he all but gasps out.
You arch an eyebrow at his interruption. âI was going to say are you sure you want this? Are you sure you want me?â you clarify. âFor all I know, youâre just a slut whoâll pounce on anyone. How do I know Iâm not just a set of holes to you, hm?â
Eren frowns. âNo, thatâs notââ He steps closer to you and sinks to his knees in front of you. âI only want you, [Name]. No one...â His cheeks flush hot and he looks away from your eyes. âNo one else could fuck me as good as you.â
Itâs not the entire truth and you know that. Youâve always been good at reading people. Though Eren may be better than the average person at lying, around you? All of that depletes and he becomes an open book. âAnd how would you know that?â you say as you lean back on your palms.
âI donât,â Eren says as he places his hands on your knees, âbut maybe you can show me?â
Itâs pathetic yet so beautiful to see a man like Eren Jaeger like this: on his knees and at your disposal. I5âs almost a shame you couldnât get here sooner, but youâve always believed in delayed gratification, in trusting the process and the like; thatâs why you adore men like him, whoâve only ever been doms and have never even considered anything else. Itâs so much fun to string them along, allow them to unknowingly fall into a false sense of security, to make them think youâre just another obedient little sub, and how once youâve built that up enough, breaking them is all the sweeter.
The shift of you leaning forward makes Eren sit up. Heâs not sure what heâs expecting, but you gently petting his hair definitely isnât it. He melts, dropping his head and resting his cheek against your knee, just like you thought he would. After all, you noticed that pushing back loose hair is a nervous tic of his, and so naturally this kind of touch comforts him. You smile fondly at that.
The tender moment is broken by Eren humping your leg. Youâre not sure if he even realises heâs doing it. His eyes are shut and heâs whimpering like a dog. The grasp he has around your knees tightens. âEren,â you say to him and he seems to regain some awareness, stopping his movement and looking up at you. âWould you like your reward?â
He breathes out like heâs been holding it. âPlease.â
You pat the space behind you. âCome lay down.â
He does so and you wait for him to get comfortable before perching yourself on his lap. You begin by sliding your hands up his torso and back down again, tracing the dips and curves of his body. You litter kisses from his neck to his collarbone and chest. Your breath ghosts over a nipple and Eren shivers. You take a second to smile before flicking your tongue over the dark pink bud. His chest raises off the bed and into your mouth as you latch onto the nub and swirl your tongue around it. Your hand makes work of his other nipple and Erenâs hips buck into you. A string of spit forms and snaps as you pull away and resume your path down his torso, pecking down his belly, hip and finally, his inner thigh. You feel Eren squirm as your cool breaths hit his drooling cock. You flatten your tongue and lick up from the base, kissing the tip wetly before taking it into your mouth and sucking hard. Eren throws his head back and moans, fallen strands fanning out against the pillows. His hips are restless, so you hold them down while you slide down to the base, then back up to suck on the tip again. Your motions are smooth, aided by saliva and precum, as you begin to bob your head up and down his length.
Erenâs fingers find your hair and cling there. You break away to mutter a cautionary, âEasy,â then swallow down his cock again, moving quicker now. With how youâve been teasing and edging him, you suspect that heâll come soon. His sounds get higher and louder, more frequent, and every so often the hands on your head flinch or scratch or curl.
âIâm close, Iâm close,â Eren warns through laboured breaths. His skin is damp with sweat, long strands sticking to his forehead in curled shapes. âPlease leâ let me come.â
You answer him by not stopping, by using your hand to pump the bottom half of his cock while continuing to suck on the rest with hollowed cheeks and wet lips.
âFuck, mâgonna câ ah! Fuck, please letâ please!â His back arches, sheets peeling off his skin before he collapses again, abdomen contracting. âPlease say I canââ His nails dig into your scalp as he moans, drawn out and loud. Hot fluid fills up your mouth and throat. You swallow and donât cease moving until eren is pawing at your face and mumbling about how itâs too much. Afterwards, unable to hold back your teasing nature, you give a few kitten licks to his reddened tip, enjoying how it makes him whine and jolt.
âI take it you liked your reward then?â you say, pushing away the stringy hair around his cheeks and forehead.
âYeah,â Eren pants, and as heâs lying there, all blissed out and in the process of winding down from his high, youâre gazing down at him in a way heâs only been able to dream of until now and he realises that sure, blowjobs arenât anything special or revolutionary, but everything leading up to it is what made it so amazing, you are what made it so amazing. Youâre everything he didnât know he wanted, the key that unlocked his hidden desires, and even if you were to leave him hard and aching for your touch again, even if you teased him to no end and laughed at him and called him names, heâd still come back if you gave him the chance because he loves it. He loves you.
You lean in and kiss Eren; delicately, kindly, with care and a gentle want, a peaceful want reserved for lovers, because somewhere along the way you started to develop feelings for him. Eren had only hoped for such a thing, thought that it was wishful thinking and delusion that gave him the impression you might feel the same way. Maybe you didnât at the beginning; maybe it started out as just lust, but right now you love him and he loves you. The lust is still there, but itâs soft now, and so much more than it was.
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frat boy jake #2 â bed chem
yes thereâs smut.
not proof read.
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âare you free next week?â
those words haunted you for the next few days. you thought about it in the morning, afternoon, night. youâve had dreams and nightmares about it. youâve had it randomly pop up while focusing in class or having a conversation with your friends.
and now, the words haunt you even more as your heart sank.
it sank watching jake talk to another pretty girlâway prettier than you, you thoughtâhaving her smile and giggle. she flipped her hair over her shoulder, and her manicured nails resting on jakes upper arm.
and he did nothing to push her off.
why would he? yall hooked up, thatâs it.
yall didnât declare your love for one another. didnât make anything inclusive. who knows, he probably doesnât even remember the hookup and was just asking if you were free to guarantee heâd at least get laid.
you kept your head low, hoping to stay invisible and not been seen by jake. but the more you thought about it, if he didnât see you, or acted like he didnât see you, that would be worst. right?
you were too busy overthinking, not realizing your name was being called. it wasnât until jake appeared in front of you that you stopped walking startled by his presence.
âdidnât mean to scare you.â jake laughed. âbeen trying to get your attention but you ignored me.â
âi wasnât ignoring you.â you defending. âat least not on purpose.â
âthen whatâs going on in that pretty little head of yours that is keeping you occupied?â
ânothânothing.â you stuttered out nervously. âi should get to class and you should get back to the girl.â you said almost in a jealous tone.
internally, you knew you didnât have time for jakeâs or anyone guys games.
just because you thought you both had some kind of bed chem doesnât mean he thought the same. jake sim probably had bed chem with every girl.
you went to walk away with your head held high but jake stopped you again. âwoah woah woah, where you going so fast?â
âclass.â
âskip it.â he smirked proudly.
âjake, i canât just skip a class.â you stated.
âwhy not?â he challenged back but you had nothing further to say. the class professor didnât even take attendance points. you just went because you sucked at the subject.
âi just canât skip it, okay?â you finally brought up. once again, you tried to walk past him but he grabbed your inner elbow with a pout.
âplease?â
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and thatâs how you found yourself currently sitting in an indoor soccer practice field, watching jake kick in some goals as you watched from the sidelines on the bleachers.
you thought he wanted you to skip to hook up. but no. he wanted you to watch him kick some balls.
jake was in his element on the field. he was too focused on the black and white ball in front of him while you were lost in your own thoughts.
did jake not find you hot enough? did he think you wouldnât take a risk? is that why he didnât take you somewhere to hook up? you know about how he sometimes will take a girl when heâs really in the mood somewhere to hook up.
is he just not in the mood? he seemed in the mood with that other girl. did you actually turn him off?
âpenny for your thoughts?â jakes loud laugh interrupted your down spiral of negative thoughts.
you shook your head. âjust hoping i donât get in trouble for skipping for nothing!â
âskipping to hang out with me is something.â he chuckled.
âare you sure about that?â
his eyes twinkled with a sly smile on his face. âyes, i am sure.â
âwell youâre not making it worth my time.â
âwant me to kick a ball to your face again?â jake teased and you narrowed your eyes.
ânot funny.â
what you didnât know was that this was part of jakes plan. talking with jay who is close with winter, gave some insight on you as a person.
youâre not necessarily innocent, but you arenât a wild one either. he liked that. he didnât want to string you along, but rather, have you beg for him.
he knew last weeks hook up with him left an impression on you, as it did him too.
you were something alright.
jake couldnât get you out of his mind since the last hookup. he casually flirted with other girls, but you were his main target after that night.
you got annoyed and got up to stand, grabbing your bag, without a word. you walked down the bleachers, when jake noticed you leaving with a frown on your face.
âwhere you going?â he yelled after you.
âgoing!â you shot back. you made it down the bleachers and towards the exit when jake caught up to you.
âwait for me yeah?â he asked with puppy dog eyes.
you sighed but nodded, and he grinned ear to ear.
âgreat follow me! you can come to the locker room while i shower quickly. i worked up a bit of a sweat.â
you took notice of his appearance. he barely had sweat on him, but guessed maybe he just didnât want to smell bad?
either way, you mindlessly followed him into the locker room, not thinking much of it. he showed you were his locker was, so you sat down on the bleachers in front of it.
jake grabbed a towel with a smile, telling you to wait and he wouldnât be long. while he showered, you pulled out your kindle out of your bag to continue with your current read.
so immersed into the words on the pages, you hadnât even heard jake finish his shower and come back into the main part of the locker room.
âreading a smutty book of yours?â
you squealed at the sound of jakeâs voice, forgetting where you were for a moment. âoh, um,â you stuttered. âno.â
thankfully the book you were reading, it was still early in the chapters so the main characters werenât getting freaky. just yet.
jake chuckled, and thatâs when you noticed he was in nothing but a towel around his hips. you swallowed.
âyou donât mind do you? itâs nothing you havenât seen before.â he teased and sent you a wink, before dropping his towel.
and holy moly he was in all his glory and you couldnât help but stare. your eyes raked up his thighs, to his, um, private area, up his abs and chest, his full lips, finally meeting his eyes that looked back at you with pure amusement.
âlike what you see?â
âyes.â you stated simply, and averted your gaze to put away your kindle and busy yourself.
jake went to his locker to grab extra clothes, putting on his boxers, some pants and a shirt. âyou can look now. i donât know why you are acting innocent. i definitely know youâre not.â
you huffed. âwe were in a different setting then, jake.â
âwhatâs the difference? itâs still me and you, alone?â
âyeah but we were in your bedroom. this is a public space.â you whispered afraid to get caught.
âand?â jake asked bored.
âand? and anyone could see anything!â
âthe thought of being caught fucking doesnât turn you on?â
you snapped your lips shut. you mean, yes, itâs scary to think of some big adult coming in and catching jake buried deep in you. but itâs also thrilling to think one of his teammates coming in for any reason and jake having to keep you quiet.
âit does, doesnât it?â jakeâs left corner of his lips tilted up. he bit his lower lip as he looked at you, and you nervously stood up, knowing that look.
âi should go.â you quickly stated, but before you could even move an inch, jake started talking with a demand.
âsit down.â you quickly sat down, not even bothering to argue.
âi got dressed for nothing, sweetheart.â jake pouted, leaning down to be face to face with you, as his hands were on either side of your thighs.
he brought his left hand up to rest on your thigh, which was out free thanks to the skirt you wore in hopes to catch jakeâs attention. and you succeeded.
âi hope you wore this tiny skirt for me and no one else.â he mumbled against your lips, giving you a small and soft kiss before pulling back.
his hand went higher up your thigh, to rest over your underwear covered cunt. one of his fingers teased you from on top, then snuck behind the clothing, and traced your folds.
âmhm so wet for me, yeah? getting turned on by the thought of being caught with my dick buried deep in you?â
your throat felt dry as you had nothing to say or contribute. but you nodded.
âstand up.â jake said and you followed his instructions as he positioned you against the lockers. your back rested against the cool locker, as his face went to your neck, leaving pecks, while he hooked your left leg around his right waist.
âalthough i would love to take my time with you, the thought of another guy seeing you wither in pleasure for me makes me mad.â
jake looked up into your eyes, and you felt him bury two fingers inside of you. deep.
your head leaned and hit the locker behind you, as his fingers worked deliciously to reach the spot that you needed most to be touched. you let out a soft moan, and wrapped one arm around his shoulder, while the other, you placed a hand on his other shoulder to keep you steady.
jake took his fingers out, and moved your underwear to the side, lifting your skirt upward.
his pants and underwear fell to his feet and he aligned his dick to your cunt. âbaby, do you wanna go raw or do you want me to use a condom?â
âraw, please i canât wait another secondâ,â
you couldnât even finish as jake plunged into you. he wanted to be safe, he did. he always wore protection. if he didnât have a condom, he wasnât going to fuck, hence why he didnât fuck your last week.
but this timeâthe condom was in the locker behind you and he couldnât waste another second himself.
you moaned out loudly this time, eyes rolling back, to adjust to his thickness. âfuck jake.â
jake kissed your lips, forcing his tongue in your mouth. the kiss was so desperate for one another as he rocked his hips, thrusting up into you. thatâs when he wrapped both of your legs around his waist so he could go at an even faster speed.
him holding you up was sexy in itself, and turned you on even more. you were definitely going to reach your climax.
then, you both heard a door open, and heard two male voices.
you gasped, jakeâs hand went to covering your mouth, as his thrust never slowed down.
âkeep quiet baby girl.â jake whispered.
the voices sounded familiar to you.
âheâs usually practicing, maybe he left already?â sunghoon said.
âhe usually waits for us to walk to the food court together.â heeseung sighed. âtraitor.â he scoffed with a laugh.
âhe probably had to stuff his face in sadness cause he told me he couldnât stop thinking about whatâs her face.â sunghoon laughed.
your heart dropped wondering what sunghoon was talking about until heeseung said your name.
jake looked at you with a knowing smile, almost a little too cocky.
but it motivated him to speed up even more, the sound of skin slapping as sunghoon and heeseung walked out.
he took his hand off your mouth, and you let out another loud moan.
âthatâs it baby, i have been thinking about doing this again with you for so long.â jake whispered. âfuck.â
jake halted his thrusts, to lay you on the bench. it was only wide enough so your back laid comfortably. jake scooted you close to the edge, both your legs still resting on either side of his waist.
âafter this, i need you in my bed again.â jake says before he started his thrusts once again, even harder than before. âi need you in my bed over and over again. i donât think i can ever get tired of holding you, fucking you, kissing you, goodness.â jake whispered with each thrust.
you nodded in agreement.
âmy girl wants to be my little bed slut, mhm?â
âyes, jake.â you moaned out. you were close. jake reached between the both of you to rub his thumb circles against your clit.
it didnât take much longer for your orgasm to hit, and jake soon was close as well.
âwhere does my girl want me to come?â
âinâin me jake.â
âyou sure baby?â
you nodded. âbirth control. plan b.â you mumbled over stimulated by jakeâs thrusts.
your body couldnât take anymore and you came for a second time either a loud moan, and jake made just as much noise as he came inside you, slowing down his thrusts.
âmy girl did so good for me.â he smiled down at you. âafter i get you in my bed, i will have to fuck you in public more often.â
you smiled weakly. jake pulled out slowly, grabbing his discarded towel to clean you up between your legs.
âwho knew a ball to the face was the quickest way to get you to fuck me?â
you playfully slapped jake. âim sure you could just smile at a girl and use that accent of yours to get a girl to sleep with you.â
âbut im sure that wouldnât work on you, how would it? have a feeling youâre not that easy to get to bed.â
you smiled embarrassed. but then you looked at him confused, âwaitâjake, what do you mean?â your brain was turning as you flipped your skirt down.
âsurprised you donât remember. about 3 months go i approached you with that same smile and accent and you told me to fuck off.â he laughed.
âdid you kick the ball to my face on purpose?â your mouth flew open but jake quickly shook his head.
âno, that truly was an accident. but, i missed that goal because right before the kick i saw your face and got nervous. i truly didnât mean for it to hit you.â
jake pulled up his bottoms, and helped you stand up from the bleachers with a pout.
âplease donât be mad.â
ânot mad, just shocked and confused.â
âjay and winter are pretty close friends. so when i overheard winter talking to jay, i got excited.â
âi need winter to stop blabbing her mouth about me.â you slapped your forehead.
âit wasnât anything bad. she just mentioned how you read your books more than anything.â
you waved it off, âand im sure she had a lot more to say.â
jake smiled. âmaybe.â
jake held out his hand for you to grab. âletâs go get some food and i will take you to your next class.â
âim actually done for the day.â
âgreat, then letâs go to my place, order takeout, and i will fuck you until you canât walk.â
you and jake walked out the building, surprised to see heeseung and sunghoon still lingering.
âah, so you were in there.â heeseung smiled.
you wanted to hide forever from embarrassment.
âá˘. .á˘â âËâšâĄ
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â.ŕłŕż*:シ under the table/TOM
warnings: oral sex (reader receiving), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, unprotected p in v, mentions of âslutâ, hickies, slight squirting, basically a looong and filthy smut :))
âfucking hell good shot y/n!â your friend exclaims through your headset, referring to a headshot-kill you got in cod. youve been obsessed with the game ever since you got it, and have been playing it non stop with her online.
tom however, faced the consequences of this, not receiving as much attention anymore the past few days. you were basically stuck to the screen, and by the time it turned night time and you finally hung up the disccord call, tom was already asleep. he craved your attention, and decided to take matters into his own hands.
he was heading towards the kitchen to get a snack as he walked past your door, overhearing your laughs along with the intense sound of in-game shooting. a devilish smirk forms on his lips, and he opens the door and walks in.
you notice, sending him a soft smile before returning your attention back towards the game. you thought he just came in to grab a fresh shirt or something, so when he lowered himself on his knees and crawled under the table you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.
âtom? what are you doing?â you whisper, your head tilted slightly to the side for a glimpse of his face. âjust relax liebe..â he cooes, rubbing your thighs sensually and pushing them apart. you gulp, returning you gaze to the screen as your friend talks about random stuff. you werent listening though, you were to focused on the feeling of tom planting sloppy kisses on the insides of your thighs while lifting your legs up and placing them on his shoulders.
the heat between your legs grew by the second, and tom latched his lips on your soft skin, sucking harshly. you let out and a low groan as you used your legs to pull him closer. bingo. tom had you exactly where he wanted you, the roles reversed as you were now begging for his attention, practically squirming for his touch.
he detaches his lips from your thigh with a pop, revealing a dark purple mark that was glistening wet in his saliva. he chuckles proudly, he was far from done with teasing you. he moves his face closer to your clothed cunt, pressing his lips against a different spot on your skin and sucking harshly, this time only inches away from where you needed him most.
at this point you werent focusing on the game anymore, the controller in your hand almost slipping from your hands as your grip loosened.
the insides of your thighs were probably covered in hickies by now, 10 minutes had gone by of tom purely teasing you, riling you up by the second.
âplease..â you breath out, quiet enough for your friend to not notice. tom chuckles, placing a firm kiss on your clothed clit. your body jolts in reaction as you buck your hips upward, seeking some type of friction. tom grips your hips tightly, holding you in place as he hooks his fingers around your skimpy shorts and yanks them off, revealing your baby pink panties.
his eyes widen at the sight of the soaked spot in the middle of them, glacing up from under the table to catch your head lolling back against the headrest of your chair.
âso needy and wet.. all for meâ he mumbles as you feel his hot breath against your clothed heat. âmhm, fuck- dont teaseâ you groan, becoming growingly impatient. and to your satisfaction, he pulls down your panties as the light reflects off of your glistening wet cunt. tom groans lowly at the sight, moving your hips to the edge of the seat to pull you closer.
meanwhile, you were still playing the game with your friend the best of your ability, but she could tell that your focus was elsewhere. ây/n wtf! you couldve gotton that kill!â she exclaims, making you jump out of your trance. but just as you were about to answer, toms lips finally wrap around your puffy clit, sucking harshly while swirling his tounge around it and through your warm folds.
âmmh..ha- fuck!â you choke out, one of your hands flying to the grip of your seat as tom ate you out, his chin already covered in your wet juices.
âwhat was that? are you oka-â your friend begins, but she was cut off by you hanging up on the discord call. you knew you were going to get a mouthful from her later, but right now you couldnt care less. tom chuckles against your cunt, switching between flicking your bud with his tounge and sucking on it, turning you into a whimpering mess. your legs subconsciously closed on his head following the intense pleasure, but he stood strong and held your legs apart.
the room was filled with your whimpers and moans, along with the squelching noises from tom lapping his tounge messily into your cunt. unbeknownst to you, one of his hands sneaked towards his crotch, palming the buldge that tightened his pants. your moans had him in a frenzie, they drove him absolutely crazy. this man ate you out like this was the last time he could, slobbering all over your clit and bullying it to his liking.
âmmf.. you taste shoâgoodâ he muffles, darting his tounge into your hole while nudging your clit with his nose. âjesu- fuck!â you cry out, your hand flying to toms head as you rake your fingers through his dreads/braids. he builds a merciless pace, his wet muscle hitting your favorite spot repeatedly.
you felt the heat pooling on the bottom of your back as your body was coated in a thin sheen of sweat, the pleasure building up by the second. your breathing became inconsistent as tom notices this, abusing that gummy spot inside you harsher.
âcum all over my tounge babyâ he taunts, as your orgasm washes over you and hits you like a truck. your hips shudder as the grip on his head tightens, but tom doesnt stop there. his lips wrap around your bundle of nerves again, sucking harshly and massaging in with his warm tounge.
âugh- too much!â you choke out, attempting to push toms head away. but, he stands strong and continues to attack your clit. âcmon baby.. you can do another one..â he muffles against your cunt, eating you out happily.
tom has always loooveed eating you out. he couldnt get enough of it, he was addicted to your sweet taste. you basically had to rip his head off of you everytime he went down on you. if it was up to him, he could eat you out for hours.. this man was HOOKED.
the pain slowly bled into pleasure, and you felt your second orgasm approaching, the second one always faster than the first. âfuck- cumming!â you manage to blurt out, as the warm wave of your orgasm washes over you again. toms tounge prods at your entrance, collecting everything you gave him before swiping his tounge up your folds, licking you clean. âso fucking hot..â tom mumbles under his breath.
he finally detaches his lips from you as you caught a proud smirk plastered on his face from under the table. he pushes your chair backwards, making room for him to get up. it is then that you notice the painfully obvious imprint of his cock in his sweatpants, begging for release. your eyes widen at the sight before they wander to toms gaze, a glint of lust behind his eyes. he grabs your hand and firmly places it on his crotch, groaning lowly at your touch.
âfuck.. see what you do to me? think you can do one more for me baby?â he questions, stroking your chin with his thumb and observing your fucked out face.
you nod feverishly, a familiar burn growing between your legs as you cross them for friction. tom chuckles at your neediness; âgood girlâ he praises, before swiftly lifting you up and bending you over your desk. he takes his sweet time as he fondles your ass, moving like jello in his hands.
after what felt like hours, he finally strips naked and lifts his hips, both his hands still grabbing your ass as his cock effortlessly glides into your throbbing hole. you moan almost pornographically as he forcefully slams all of him into you, his hips slapping against your ass as he builds a merciless pace.
âhaa.. ugh god- mmfuckâ tom mewls, his brain turning to mush as he goes completely dumb, the warm tight feeling around his cock sending intense waves of pleasure through him. your hands fly towards the nearest thing you can grab, which was the pc, as you use it to brace yourself from toms harsh thrusts.
âwas fĂźr eine schlampe, gott- du fĂźhlst dich so gut anâ tom moans in german, throwing his head back as he continues to snap his hips into yours. âtranslate please.. i dont -fuck!- understandâ you manage to blurt out as tom grabs a handful of your hair and pulls you towards him, your back flush against his chest. he strokes your hair away from your face as your eyes meet; âthen learn, because i only fuck in germanâ he whispers, his hot breath covering your body in goosebumps.
tom often spoke german around you, wether it was angry mumbles under his breath or moans in your ear while he fucked you. it didnt frustrate you though, totally the opposite. his thick accent turned you on to the max, and although you had no clue what he was saying, the way the tone in his voice twisted as the german moans slipped from his mouth indicated it could only mean something good.
toms free hand hurriedly reached for your skimpy top, tugging it downwards to reveal your perky breasts. they bounced slightly following the release as toms fingers begun playing with one of your nipples, switching between pinching it and rolling it between his digits. his touch was addicting, you dont know how he did it, but he knew exactly how to touch you to make your knees weak.
he knew you inside and out, having studied your breathing patterns with each move hed make to find out what you liked most. and he used this to his advantage, you were quite literally a squirming mess in his grasp.
your knuckles turn white while the grip on the pc tightens, as you feel a hot liquid streaming down your thigh. tom notices this, pulling away slightly to see a ring of cum forming on the base of his cock while he maliciously pistons it inside you. âfuuck.. what a messy slutâ he breaths out as his dick hardened even more at the sight, if that were even possible.
your third orgasm washed over you, probably the most intense one youve had, ever. you almost scream as your legs shudder, your knees touching as ropes of toms hot cum shoot into you. âgod- oh fuckâ he mewls, biting your shoulder slightly as his eyesight hazes, the intensity of his orgasm getting to him.
you both stand there breathless as he grinds his hips into yours, riding out your highs. after a few moments he slips out of you, watching his ecstasy spill out of you. he grabs a tissue that was laying on the desk before gently wiping you. (and the floor lol)
âyou okay baby? did i go too rough?â he questions lovingly, burying his face in the crook of your neck from behind and planting soft kisses on your shoulder. ânot at allâ you breath out, â that was probably the best orgasm ive had.. like everâ you giggle, relishing the pleasure.
âi could tell, youre not usually this messy.. i like itâ tom smirks against your neck playfully while rubbing up and down your sides.
.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.
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