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"Akaashiii, the sunrise is beautiful isn't it?"
"Yes, it is."
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"Guess who's back, back again~!"
"Riley's back, tell a friend~!"
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from the club
Derekâs wolf whistle made you roll your eyes and try to slip into your seat without drawing too much attention. âDamn, mama,â he sang teasingly, eyeing you up and down.
âDerek Morgan! I ought to-â
âWhoa!â
You glared at Spencer, trying to ifnore the way his eyes trailed over your cleavage. âItâs like you guys have never even been in the presence of a female before,â you snark sarcastically. Secretly, though, you feel complimented that such aesthetically pleasing people thought you looked good.
Emily, Jennifer, Penelope, and Rossi were later than Hotch surprisingly. Aaron strode in next, laying a stack of files on the table. He sat down at his regular spot and turned to make conversation until the other arrived when he turned and saw you. His lips drew thinly over his face as he watched you reach over the table to grab a file. He swallowed and averted his eyes from you when you sat back in your seat. Hotch felt like a pervert and averted his mind to the more pressing matter. Dead bodies, knives, murder, he repeated to himself- trying to draw blood away from his crotch.
J.J., Penelope, and Emily arrived next. âCoffee for you all, my precious gems!â Penny sang, placing the teamâs favorite brews in front of them. After she placed yours down her eyes gleamed and she raised her eyebrows. âDid you call-â
âPenelope!â You hollered, turning away from the red-head with a laugh.Â
She just giggled and wiggled her eyebrows. As Emily took her place beside you, she leaned in to whisper in your ear, âIâm no better than the men here, y/n. You look hot.âÂ
You swatted her away and waited for J.J. to start the briefing. Emily snickered beside you.
There was really nothing professional about being called into work wearing low-rise jeans and a lacey tank top. But it wasnât your fault- some of your college friends had stopped in the city and wanted to go to the club and wouldnât take no as an answer.
Rossi showed up right before Hotch said his favorite phrase (read: âwheels up in 30â). You collected your file and started out of the room.
âGood lo- y/n!â
You whipped around to see Penelope rushinf towards you. âWh-What?â
âYouâve surprised me more times today than I thought possible, darling girl. Turn around! I didnât know you had ink!âÂ
You breathed out a sigh of relief and tried to ignore the feeling of her cold fingers tracing over the black ink just above your jeans. âI have some on the mid back too,â you said quietly.
âImpressive,â Rossi- of all people- hummed. âOne of my ex wives roped me into getting a matching tattoo with her. The pain was somethinf else and the aftercare was hell. Rookie, here has a high pain tolerance.â He patted your practically bare shoulder and walked by without another word.
Emily purred lowly as she walked by, laughing at the way you flipped her off in return.
âYou know, Jeffery Dahmer didnât consume people that had tattoos⊠He said that the âtattoos made the meat taste like⊠shitâ,â Reid spouted.
The way Spencer paused before saying shit was endearing. Maybe it was your attraction to nerds, but you felt particularly flattered at the weight of his gaze on you. âThatâs interesting, Spencer,â you replied quietly. âDid you know the oldest recorded tattoo ink recipe required insect eggs?â
Spencer just hummed.
âI- uh,â Aaron cleared his throat. You stepped back from Penelopeâs hands. âI imagine you have more professional attire?â
Your cheeks flushed. âYes, Hotch. Iâm really sorry, my friends convinced me to go out with them, you know, and I-â
Hotch chuckled and held his hands up. âItâs okay, y/n. What you do on your own time is your business,â he said.
You wrung your hands. âThanks, Hotch.â
âNo problem, y/n.â Hotch started to walk away and you felt Derekâs arm wrap around your shoulder. âNice ink,â he called back to you.Â
âIâll see you on the plane, y/n,â Spencer told you with a wave. You smiled back at him and watched him run a hand through his hair as he walked away.
âLover boyâs gotta thing for you, y/n,â Derek told you, a shit eating grin on his face. âAnd Hotch too, if I took a guess. I think you made the old man pop a bo-â
âDerek Morgan!â
You shoved him off of you and tried to ignore his gleeful laughter.
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Reunion
Summary: JJ never knew you were dating one of her teammates and that you broke up because of her, but seeing him at JJ's wedding years later changes things.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Angst then smutttt)
Content Warning: 18+ Smut (oral- f receiving, fingering, unprotected sex, a little bit of a breeding kink)
Word Count: 2.1k
"So, how's mystery boy?"
After skipping your usual Tuesday night plans twice, thanks to JJ being away on cases, you're finally back in your best friend's living room having a glass of wine and a cheese platter.
It's been an abnormal amount of time to go without seeing each other since you both ended up in DC after moving out of East Allegheny to different colleges. Even with men in the mix now, you both make it a priority to see each other as often as possible. However, her busy schedule and frequent flights to New Orleans have meant you've spent some time apart.
Unknown to her, she knows the so-called mystery boy. Very well, in fact. "He's well." You say slyly, unable not to grin widely.
JJ throws her head back dramatically. "Come on, Y/n! Some detail would be nice."
"It's good." You try again. "He's the sweetest. I'm very happy."
She smirks, letting you know an interesting question is coming your way. "How's the sex?"
It never takes more than a glass of wine for her to be that loose. You don't miss a beat in your answer. "Fabulous."
"Okay, so can I meet him soon?" She pushes like she has been for quite some time.
You wonder what she would think. What would her expression do if you were to say his name out loud right here? Maybe it's not that deep but getting with JJ's closest colleague is dangerous. It was a concern at the start, a reason not to start, but you fell in love with Spencer Reid quicker than you could ever imagine.
"Sure, JJ." You agree, trying to look positively about it. You can only assume she's thinking about the worst possible scenario about your mystery man. He's a criminal or he's far too old for you or he's an ex you promised not to get back with. There are too many options.
She looks triumphant. "Yes!"
You just smile, sending the conversation in a different direction by asking about her boyfriend. He sounds like a great guy and you can tell she's happier than ever before.
Three months ago you met Spencer Reid. It was JJ's birthday and your duty as her best friend to throw her a fun surprise party. That took some coordination with a friend from work. Firstly, that was Penelope, but in order to lure JJ, you needed Spencer Reid. He was a little slow with replying to your texts, but lovely. And after you met him, you were hooked.
Spencer was perfect. Gorgeous, funny, intelligent. His incredible shyness had you confused when he asked you out for dinner the next morning.
Too many espresso martinis provide an explanation for why JJ has no recollection of you flirting with him all night.
You see Spencer as much as you can, but similar to JJ's, his schedule often doesn't allow for consistent visits. So whatever time you do have, you make the most of it. He's still the most amazing boyfriend you've had. Kind, caring, witty, fun, and playful.
He gets whisked away on a case to Miami not long after being home. You didn't know things would be so different the next time you saw him.
He goes quiet on you. You know their cases are intense but you haven't heard from him in an entire week and that's not right.
Can I come over? He finally texts you and you're guessing he's back in DC.
It sounds a little ominous and the message sends a chill down your spine. Sure. I can't wait to see you. There isn't a reply and you sit in limbo in your apartment for almost an hour before he knocks at the door.
You smile when you open it, although you're slightly annoyed there was zero communication or ETA from him. "Hey, Spence, how was it?"
"You knew." He says in a cold, accusatory tone. It's nothing you've ever heard from him.
"Sorry?" You repeat, moving to the side so he can come into your apartment.
He steps in, barely looking at you. "About JJ and Will." He explains.
A little frown takes over your expression. Surely he's not angry that he only just found out. An awkward laugh leaves your lips. "Sorry, Spence. She didn't want anyone knowing."
"I'm your boyfriend!" He exclaims. "You're not supposed to lie to me."
"I didn't." You join the offensive, crossing your arms. You're not enthused about what he's accusing you of. It wasn't even your secret to tell him.
He looks disappointed, face dropping. "Come on." He sighs. "How am I meant to be with you if you don't trust me enough to tell me who our friend is dating?"
"It wasn't my secret to tell." You try to talk some reason into him, pushing down that sick feeling in your stomach telling you that he's breaking up with you.
Spencer shakes his head, his decision- as much as it's killing him- completely made. "I can't do this."
His words make your world come crashing down and you almost can't believe it. You slump to the couch while he makes his way to the door with sad, slow footsteps.
He's looking at you, waiting for you to ask him to say. "Can we not tell JJ?" You ask softly.
"Fine." That's the last thing he tells you before walking out the door, shutting it firmly.
That's it.
The last thing Spencer tells you.
Then he's gone from your life. You talk about him less to JJ and she picks up on what happened and stops asking about him.
You expect to see him when Henry's born, or even at a point in his life. Somehow, you don't. Your schedules never line up and then JJ switches jobs. There's a myriad of reasons but it doesn't happen. You both go on with separate lives.
And then JJ and Will are getting married. You get a frantic call from your best friend's soon-to-be-husband who whispers secret plans to you over the phone. It's perfect, you know JJ will adore the simplicity and elegance of a backyard wedding.
You're there as soon as you can be, helping set up Rossi's backyard so it's gorgeous for the most gorgeous person you know.
You're the maid of honor, of sorts. And you don't get a chance to ask who the best man is before JJ arrives and the ceremony begins.
You strike out as soon as you spot a tall brunette. A tall brunette who made you the happiest you've ever been with a man. And he's still just as handsome.
His eyes bulge when he sees you but he keeps a straight face and clenches his teeth while the ceremony continues. You're mostly focused on how beautiful JJ looks and how sweet their wedding is, but you can't help your mind drifting to Spencer.
You hadn't seen him dressed up like this when you were dating and the tuxedo is a perfect look on him.
"Y/n." He comes up to you when you're getting yourself a glass of champagne.
"Spencer." You reply. His tone doesn't let much about how he's feeling on. All you get is a glimmer of shock.
He stands against the table. "Maid of honor?"
You shrug, a little confused at his question. "You know, I'm surprised I haven't seen you all these years." You admit, letting some honesty slip.
"It was slightly intentional." He offers.
You don't let it offend you. "Best man?"
"I think that means we're supposed to sleep together."
You nearly spit out your sip of wine. There's no way the shy Spencer Reid you once knew just said that.
"We've done that." You reply, trying to keep a straight face after the out-of-pocket comment.
Spencer tilts his head to the side. "You're right."
You really don't know how it happens. Maybe it's a few too many drinks. There's definitely not enough alcohol in your bloodstream to solely blame that. Spencer Reid is as hot as they get. And it's been... longer than you're willing to admit since you've had sex. Even longer since it was good sex.
So there isn't anything telling you to stop when Spencer pushes you up against the door of a room in Rossi's house, lips firmly against yours.
Your dress is hiked up around your waist while his fingers trace up and down your thigh before he even thinks about locking the door. Both of you are far too wrapped up in the moment to think securely.
His hands are quick to the zip of your dress, sliding it down effortlessly and letting it pool at your feet. He takes a moment to look at you and you have to admit, you're a little worried about his reaction. You don't doubt Spencer Reid can pull beautiful women.
"God, you're gorgeous." He says softly, juxtaposing the way he's practically clawing your clothes off you.
"Are you going to compliment me or fuck me like you promised you would?" You ask him, waltzing over to the bed and sitting on the edge.
Spencer smirks at your smart mouth. "You asked for it."
He's kneeling on the floor in front of the bed in seconds, with no regard for his suit pants being wrinkled, just on his knees. There's a sense of urgency that doesn't allow for the time for him to take your panties off so he opts for shifting them to the side.
There's also no time to waste as his tongue melds with your folds, tracing patterns. No one has ever come close to giving head like Spencer does. It's truly mindblowing, the pressure of his tongue and the suction method he uses. You're instantly in bliss, head thrown back against the covers as you moan.
You've lost it when his fingers enter you, pushing past with little resistance. "Holy shit, Spencer. You're incredible."
"Sing my praises." He says against your pussy.
You do. Not even possessing the ability to be embarrassed about it.
And you don't stop. You're withering and moaning on the bed, tugging his curls while he continues pleasing you. Eventually, it's too much. His fingers pumping in and out of you combined with his tongue wrapped around your clit have you finishing in no time.
"Still as good as I remember." As if he couldn't get any hotter, he sucks his fingers into his mouth.
Spencer rises from his knees, now much taller than you. You tug your underwear off before unclipping your bra. "Fuck me, Spencer." You reach out for his belt buckle, toying with it. "Please."
Spencer has lost the shy, timid nature he had the first few times you had sex and he quickly takes off his belt and pants. Once his suit jacket is tossed across the room, Spencer pulls your legs to the end of the bed, making sure you wrap your ankles around his waist. His hands rest on either side of your head and you're precisely where you want to be.
"You're so hot." You tell him with a smirk.
He grins, spreading your legs and inching inside you. The look on his face is an instant confidence boost. Clearly, he's a man in bliss, head thrown back and tongue parting his lips.
"Fuck." He pants.
You agree, barely able to speak from how hard he's pounding you and how good it feels. Although it's annoying to admit, you've never had as good sex as with Spencer.
Your hands wrap around his forearms, noticeably bigger than last time. "Spencer." You moan. "Please. So good."
He caresses your chest, paying attention to your boobs like he hadn't before. "Y/n." He groans, not slowing his pace up. His hips snap against yours with each thrust, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the room. "Can I?" He asks.
It's unlike you to have even let him start without protection but you're not thinking straight enough. All you know is you need Spencer. "Please."
He finishes as deep inside you as he can get, leaning down to kiss you softly. You're breathless like he is when he flops down next to you.
One of Spencer's palms touches your cheek, forcing you to look at him rather than the ceiling. "Hey, pretty girl." He says softly and it makes your heart flip in a way it shouldn't. "Can I take you on a date, Y/n?"
The smile creeping onto your face can't be helped. "Yes. Please."
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First everything
Summary: in desperate need to pass your upcoming math test you go to your best friend for help, your best friend who you just so happen to be in love with. Sometimes feelings just spill out and theres nothing you can do but embrace it and try to navigate through it.
modern!jacaerys velaryon x fem!reader
w.c: 4.2k
c.w: college au, nerdy jace, two virgins just trying to figure it out, virginity loss (both), fingering (fem), oral (fem), minor hand-job, p in v, protected sex, love confessions, glasses stay on during sex, theres also fluff guys, not proofread
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you could not afford to fail this upcoming math test with youâre grade already as rocky as it is and if you didnât nail it your grades were gonna tank.
So you decide to do the only rational thing you can think of and go stop by your best friends house who just so happens to be basically a genius to get him to tutor you. You donât text him, having a key to his place and checking his location you can see heâs home he definitely wonât mind you just dropping by.
Heâs been your best friend since you two were kids, having lived across the street from you the two of you would always stand by the bus stop together and chat and when you got older he started driving you to school. you guys would spend all the time together though you guys didnât end up in the same college you guys happened to both get into colleges in the same city and lived right near each other.
He was perfect essentially, you try to ignore that gnawing feeling in your stomach every time you speak to him or even think about him. Youâve liked him for as long as you can remember but you never tried to do anything out of fear of ruining the relationship you two have built. You also canât get a read on if he feels the same, everything you two have ever done has been platonic, cuddling on the couch while watching a movie, having sleepovers, but you can shake the feeling of wanting to be more, maybe he was thinking the same way but you had no clue.
The apartment is quiet when you enter, when you call his name and thereâs no response you think for a second maybe he went out and left his phone? but thatâs not like him at all. until you walk towards his bathroom and you can hear the shower running and let out a sigh of relief as you begin to set up your stuff in the living room and order some take out for the two of you on your phone.
busying yourself on your phone you donât even hear the shower turn off or the door open until you hear the soft thumps on the floor of his footsteps and when you look up the two of you gasp at one another. With water dripping down his chest and a firm hand places on the towel around his waist, his glasses all fogged up and his face hot red you feel like you might pass out.
âIâm so sorry oh my god i had no clue you were coming i haven't checked my phone um oh god.â You can barely pay attention to his rambling as you canât take your eyes off him. Since when was he toned? oh and the towel is low enough you can see his v line. NO! You shake your head as you find yourself heating up, âno no its my fault Jace i never texted you i just thought i would show up um.. Iâm so sorry i should have texted.â
He scratches the back of his head as he begins to move his way to his room, âno its okay you can show up any time i just, um i uh let me go get dressed.â With that he quickly rushes away without another word his ears and face blaringly red. when the door shuts and youâre alone once again you lean against the couch and take a couple deep breaths. you cannot be thinking about him like this right now. Your thighs press together unconsciously as the memory of him was still so fresh in your mind.
You quickly stand and rush to his bathroom to splash some cold water on your face to snap yourself out of it. heâs your best friend who you just so happen to be in love with and today will fill your fantasies for the next decade. You manage to get yourself back on the couch and run a hand down your face as you try to calm your racing heart and mind. Its fine its cool its just a normal thing people shower and they just so happen to get naked in the shower its not weird to see your best friend shirtless no its not.
he walks back into the room and sits down on the couch next to you, now dressed in a white t-shirt and some sweatpants, his glasses free of fog but his hair drips onto his shoulders and shirt making some parts of it see through. when you look closely you can even still see his ears are a bright red. âis everything good? its not like you to just show up out of the blue.â you are thankful heâs acting like that did not just happen, or maybe youâre just overthinking it and its not a big deal.
âi need to trade brains with you this Friday at 11 am.â his beautiful laugh fills your ears as he raises his brows at you, âyouâre finally admitting I'm smarter than you?â You playfully huff and push his shoulder lightly as he smiles at you. âyouâre way better at math then me, i need help Jace please.â you press your hands together in a plea and he taps his chin as if heâs in thought. âI donât know, what do i get in return?â You pout at him and scoot a bit closer, âyou get to hang out with your gorgeous smart and talented best friend?â He blows raspberry's and looks up at the ceiling turning himself away from you. âand i bought take out.â âdeal.â
He is a great help, though heâs a history major heâs still places in a math level higher than you and heâs able to guide you though everything youâre struggling with ease. Its usually so easy to ignore how you feel about him but tonight is different. You don't know if its hormones or if there's something in the air but you canât stop staring at him thinking about him. The way he bites on the top of his pen when heâs in thought, when his forehead creases while heâs checking over your work or listening to you, the way he moves his hands while he talks and explains the problems and the solutions you canât even stop looking at him while heâs eating.
This was bad. very bad. but at least you managed to get the information heâs told you poured into your head and with his notes youâre sure to ace the test. After a couple hours of studying you two decided to put on a movie but you canât even cuddle up next to him like you normally would instead choosing to lay on the other side of the couching praying he doesnât ask about youâre odd behavior.
You canât help but continue to look at him throughout the movie barely even looking at the screen. he has such a nice side profile. At one point he glances at you and catches your eye so you quickly turn away from him but he sits up and pauses the movie, turning to you with concern laced in his eyes. âOkay spit it out what's wrong?â you. you shrug and try to play it off like nothing, you certainly canât tell him what's really bothering you. âIâm just worried about the test.â âthe you i know would have stopped worrying about the test as soon as you closed that textbook.â you let out a shaky sigh and he moves to sit next to you, staring at you with his puppy dog eyes desperately. âyou can always tell me anything you know that right?â
not this. you canât tell him this. as much as you want to. Yet your heart aches at the thought of not being able to kiss him at the thought of not spending yet another day another minute being his and him being yours. he grabs your hands and his voice is hushed laced with care, âplease.â
you cave.
âI'm in love with you.â
You watch him freeze and you take a deep breath as you look down at your connected hands. âi know this is really sudden but i cant hide this any longer. i think I've loved you since the second i met you and i cant keep continuing to pretend like I'm not. If you donât feel the same that's fine we can just move on and pretend like this never happened.â you let out a fake laugh and a couple shaky breaths as you get off your chest your best kept secret. When he doesnât say anything you look at his face to see his glossy covered eyes and red tinted face. âPlease say something.â
You can feel his hands tighten around yours as he lets out a shaky breath. âI'm so in love with you i feel like i'm gonna throw up.â you laugh as a wave of fresh air washes over you, he grins and lets out his own laugh as a lone tear runs down his face. âfuck this is not how i thought tonight would go.â You donât know how long the two of you were sitting there just laughing and smiling at each other but it was just so peaceful.
You end up cupping his face and he freezes his breath caught in his throat. âCan i kiss you?â âPlease.â The kiss is soft and slow but its everything youâve every dreamed of. His lips are as soft as they've always looked, heâs clearly inexperienced but you are too and you figure it out together. You feel like youâre not close enough to him, so you end up separating from him and he watches with wide eyes as you sit yourself in his lap. His hands quickly move to grasp your waist as he gulps, you can feel his hardness poking at you through your shorts and he lets out a shaky breath. âIâm sorry, i didnât mean to its just,â heâs quickly cut off with a moan as you pull him into another kiss.
You can feel yourself aching in your stomach, yet you canât bring yourself to do more until you pull away from his lips. a long string of salvia that connects you two snaps as you begin to speak. âI want to go further, if only you want to.â His chest moves quickly up and down as he tries to catch his breath, he blinks rapidly as he looks at you with swollen lips, one of his hands moves to readjust his glasses. âI do its just, i donât know what i'm doing.â the two of you softly laugh as you press your forehead against his and he lightly rubs his nose against yours. âI donât know what I'm doing either, weâll figure it out.â
His hands around your waist tighten as he places one last kiss on your lips before he stands, you squeal lightly as he keeps you firmly around his waist walking towards his room. âYou could put me down you know?â He places a kiss on your cheek and you wrap your arms around his neck, âI donât want to.â
Once in the bedroom he lightly places you down on the bed and he stays standing up unsure of what heâs supposed to do. âdo i like take off my clothes um.â You stand and the two of you look at one another. âWhy donât we both undress? or do you want to undress each other?â At your words his eyes light up and his ears couldnât get any redder, he clearly likes the idea a lot so you grab his hands and place them on your shirt. âYou can take it off.â He nods and lets out a shaky breath as he lifts your shirt over your head.
If you had known this was going to happen you would have chosen a cuter bra but you instead stand in your basic skin tone bra, heat rises on your face lightly with embarrassment but the look of amazement on his face has you feeling confident. You grab his hands once more and slide them to your waist where you help him tug down your pants and you stand in just your underwear in front of him. His mouth opens in amazement as his eyes dart all over you. âyouâre so beautiful.â âshut up.â âim serious. youâre the most beautiful women ive ever seen. im the luckiest guy in the world.â
You place your hands on his neck as you place a light kiss on his lips. âyouâre so sweet.â He shakes his head and his hands cup your face eyes full of love. âim only telling the truth.â Your hands move to the neck of his shirt and grip it. âYour turn.â His bright red face somehow only gets redder when you slide your hands down his chest to grab the bottom of his shirt and lifting it over his head. âwhen did you start working out?â He lets out a light moan as your hands drag down his stomach and rub around his chest. âwhen i moved here uhh the umm the complex has a gym.â You lightly um as your hands reach the waistband of his pants and you begin to toy with the elastic.
He expects you to take off his pants move back to sit on the bed but instead your hands goes inside the waistband to cup his budge from his briefs. The sound he lets out is not what you had been expecting, it sounds something closer to a whine as he questions you, âwhat are you doing?â You grin at him as his eyes dart all over your face. âCan i touch you?â He pants lightly as your hands already begins to move slight and he gulps. âshouldnât i touch you? or umm oh i donât know fuck please.â his head falls to your neck and he begins pecking light kisses on the skin there as your hand slips into his briefs and wraps around him.
He throbs in your hands, you lightly jerk him to see how he responds and you can hear a pleased moan as you continue to pump him in your hand using the precum that drips out of his tip as a lubricant you find a steady pace. He bites into the side of your neck and you let out a shaky moan as his grip tightens on your waist. you can feel wetness soak your skin whether it be his sweat or tears you have no clue but the only thing you can focus on his whines and moans in your ear. âyouâre so good fuck fuck.â he must be getting close because you can feel him shaking but he suddenly grabs your hands and pulls them away from him as he pants.
âdid i do something wrong? im sorry.â he quickly shakes his head, âno no of course not i just donât want to um cum right now.â you tilt your head in confusion, why would he not want to cum? until he turns his head and even his neck has turned red and a light bulb flicks over your head and you let out an sound of understanding and grab his sweatpants to pull them down until they hit the floor.
you both stand face to face in just your underwear, you watch him eye your chest and you reach your hands up to unclip your bra. you slowly unclip it and he watches as it drags down your arms and you toss it lightly on the floor. you sit down on the bed and you motion for him to join you. he does and he warily watches your face for approval which you grant before he cups your breasts with a shuttered breath. You can tell somethings bothering him though, theres a look in his eyes that says somethings wrong but before you can question it he speaks.
âcan i touch you?â its the same question you had throw at him but it gives you butterflies, you wonder if it had done the same to him. you spread your legs and he stares at the spot between your legs where youâre soaked. theres a huge spot on your practically ruined panties where youâve begun to leak, theres even some residual wetness on your inner thighs. âfuck.â he licks his lips and looks up at you and your flushed face. âdonât get cocky jace.â he laughs lightly as his fingers press against your slit from the fabric and you let out a moan. he watches for your reactions as he begins to rub you through the fabric, âJace, please.â
his fingers shake as they push the fabric aside and he touches your folds. âoh fuck youâre so fucking wet.â he just continues to rub at your skin, it feels nice but you both know you need more. âhow many should i,,â he trails off, unsure of how to word the question. âtwo, just to start, you can add another when i tell you.â he nods and slowly pushes two fingers into you.
his fingers feel a lot better than yours do they're thicker and they're longer reaching a bit more than you can and your hands dig into his shoulders. âgood?â you hiss lightly for a second as his hands wiggle lightly before nodding. âyes move please.â he quickly listens, pulling his fingers out before slowly pushing them back in methodically. He feeds off every sound you let out and moves quicker as your face contorts in pleasure. it feels good but its not enough and when you tell him he can add another he finger he looks at you unsure but when you reassure him its fine he does and the burn it adds satisfies the itch that you know can only be scratched once heâs inside of you.
when he pulls his fingers out before you can cum you whine but he just smiles at you âlift your hips for me.â you do and he slides your underwear down your legs exposing you fully to him. He takes a second to admire you before your eyes widen as he gets down on his knees, âi thought guys didnât like that.â you try to tell him but he just shrugs, âi bet i will.â
he kisses you inner thighs slowly working his way up to your slit where he pauses before he lightly licks at your folds before pushing his tongue inside of you. your hand finds it way to his hair as he warily licks every drop of you he can get. when you tug at his hair he groans, you try your best to avoid his glasses which sit pushed up into his hair. Your face contorts with pleasure as you throw your head back. heâs messy and clearly unsure of what heâs doing but it doesnât matter to you as he brings you closer to your release. you can feel your stomach burning as he suddenly pulls away and looks at you, he looks gorgeous with his hair a mess and his lips glossy.
âcould you show me um where uh,,,â your brows furrow in confusion until you laugh and sit up. âits fine here.â you grab his hand and use his finger to push around inside of you until his finger presses against your clit and your moan. you suddenly fall back once again with your hands playing with your breasts while one of his hand plays with your clit and his other on your knee to keep your legs parted while he tongue works his way inside of you. you can no longer ignore the burning in your stomach as it becomes harder and harder to push down. âJace I'm gonna oh fuck.â the grip you have on his hair tightens as you hiss when he continues to work you till you shake with pleasure and you essence drips into his mouth down his jaw and neck.
He shakily stands and licks his lips seemingly not caring that he was a mess. âdo i-â you pull him down on top of you and press your lips against him in a feverish kiss which he returns, âi want to be on top.â his eyes widen, âwill that be good for you?â you nod rapidly eager to feel him inside of you and your eyes practically turn into hearts when he stands and pulls down his briefs, his hardness slapping his stomach you barely get the chance to admire him before he rummages around in his bedside table pulling out a clearly new box of condoms.
he struggles to open them slight with his shaky hands but manages to open it and grab one. when he looks back at you and your amused expression he looks down at the box with embarrassment. âAegon got it for me. he was trying to tease me.â you grab him to sit on the bed and get him to lay back against the headboard while you grabbed the packet out of his hands. âthen ill have to thank him later.â
you open the condom with your teeth before slowly sliding it down his length causing him to hiss and close his eyes to calm himself. the two of you look at each other as you sit up, âare you good?â he nods and lightly thanks you, âare you?â you also nod and you grab him to position him into your opening while he pulls his glasses back down to his face. with one last look you begin to sink down onto him.
you put your forehead against his and the two of you shudder with pleasure the lower and lower you get. once you get as low as you can go you pause and the two of you take a few moments to readjust. his glasses fog up as he catches your lips in his, when your hips move slightly up then back down he bites at your lip before throwing his head back and whines slightly while your mouth lulls open in pleasure.
You two find a simply rhythm with you moving up and down. sweat covering your bodies as the two of you sing in pleasure, his glasses are basically completely covered now with fog and you take them off his face before shoving your lips messily against his as his hands grip your hips to help you move up and down on him. the sounds of your skin slapping against each other and moans and whines fill the hot room. he throbs inside of you as he hits spots you've never been able to reach, your head falls into the cave of his neck neck as you feel yourself close. âJace fuck youâre so good fuck.â he whines and bites your shoulder again âplease cum please Jace fuck wanna feel it.â he cries into your neck as he nods, âi love you i love you so much.â âi love you too Jace.â when he feels you release around him it pushes him over the edge where he's shooting his load into his condom.
the two of you fall completely on top of each other in a sweaty sticky mess. you catch your breaths unable to think straight. no words are spoken for awhile until you sit up lightly and push the hair away from his sweaty face. âwe should have done that sooner.â the two of you laugh as you peck his lips. âi really love you a lot Jace.â he beams and grabs his glasses to fiddle them back onto his face. âi love you too.â you hum and kiss his cheek. âas nice as you being inside me is i really have to pee.â the two of you hiss as you pull away and he sits up to watch you stumble your way towards the bathroom. he tosses the condom away and he stands to get a cup of water not bothering to put on any of his clothes.
he hands you a glass when you walk out of the bathroom and you chug it down before looking at yourself with disgust. âi need a shower.â âyou can use it i don't mind.â you roll your eyes and slap his shoulder much to his confusion. âthat's when youâre supposed to say then lets take one together dummy.â his face flushes for the millionth time that night as you walk away and sigh as you turn to see him not following you. âcome on youâre not gonna leave me alone are you?â he downs his glass and quickly hurries to follow you as you giggle.
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Pairing: Chan x Lee Know little sister!fem!reader (non-idol au) Genre: Fluff + Smut angst kinda >.>(im bad at writing it forgive me...) Word Count: 8.6k (HOLY SHIT THATS THE LONGEST ONE YET) Warnings: mutual pining, mentions of cheating, protective Minho, underage drinking if you pay close attention, fighting >.> <.< DONT DO IT, unprotected sex pullout method >.>, cringe ending as usual. i think thats everything?
A/N: I genuinely started tweaking writing this uh requests are open until like august. this request is old... so... im sorry i only just got to it ;-; I'm also so sorry if the story is >.>... cringe T_T my brain has been like fried eggs lately.
The first time Chan agreed to go to Minho's house, he was in his sophomore year of high school, when Minho had mentioned he had a sister, Chan hadn't thought much of it.
Until Chan saw you; the pretty, sweet (to him at least), smart 8th grader that was Minho's little sister.
You had poked your head into Minho's room, "Bro have you seen my hair rollers?"
Chan looked up at you from his book.
Minho looked at you and made a face. "I don't know where you put that stuff."
"Minho!" You threw the door open and frowned at him. "You borrowed them!"
"WHY WOULD I BORROW THOSE???"
"I DON'T FUCK-" You paused, eyes flicking to Chan.
Minho smiled evilly. "I'm telling mom!"
"MIN!" You shouted, "OH!" You stomped your foot for a moment before huffing. You took long strides to Minho's bedside table and grabbed his wallet.
"Where are you going!?" He shouted as you went back to the door.
"Buy more hair rollers." You said, slamming the door behind you.
Chan looked at his book and cleared his throat trying to disguise his laugh. You were cute, just a little bit.
Minho looked at his friend before his eyes narrowed. "Hey."
Chan looked at him, "Huh?"
"Chan... You're my guy. My best friend." Minho got up from his bed and smiled genuinely at him, "For the sake of our friendship, don't..."
Chan raised a brow. "Don't what?"
Minho made a face. "Chan."
Chan laughed. "Minho. I couldn't. Be for real. She's your sister. I'll be with her and be constantly reminded of you." He shuddered.
"Haha." Minho punched him. "Promise?"
"How old are we?" Chan raised a brow.
Minho looked serious.
Chan sighed. "I promise."
Yet... he couldn't keep that promise. Not while you were so busy being you.
You pulled into your parents' driveway. You had just finished your sophmore year of college, you checked your phone and messaged Minho saying you were home and to open the door.
You waited for a few minutes, scrolling on instagram before checking to see if Minho had read your message. It was still on delivered..
You sighed and called his phone. It rang and rang, but he didn't answer. "MINHO!" You made a face and finally decided to check your brother's location.
He was an hour away. At the mall.
You were about to call him again when he called you first.
"Oh, you're home already?" he asked, munching on something.
"Yes." You exhaled. "Why aren't you here to let me in?!"
"HEY HEY HEY!" He said, "Someone is there."
"Who?" You fianlly got out of your car and grabbed your bag from the trunk, dragging it to the front door.
"Chan."
You made a face and rang the doorbell. "Yada yada."
"Hey, respect me. I'm older than you!" Minho huffed.
"Ah hush." You rang the bell again. "Is that weirdo friend of yours even here-"
The door opened and you looked at the man standing there, his hair was unruly and he looked like he just woke up. You looked him up and down for a moment- he looked different, older, more muscular, the tank top wasn't helping much, you could see the outline of his pecs. "Chan?"
"AH I told you he'd open the door-" Minho started but you hung up the phone.
The muscular man crossed his arms. "Do I know you?"
"Uh- I live here?" Your brows furrowed.
"The only women I know live here is Minho's mother and a silly 11th grader I haven't seen in years." Chan sighed, "Minho doesn't take squatters. He already has 3."
"Bang Christopher Chan." Your eyes narrowed. "Did you just call my babies SQUATTERS????"
Chan's mouth fell open. "Y/n-"
"I'm telling Minho!" You pushed into the house and Chan trailed behind you.
"Let me carry that bag for you-"
"No, no, no!" You swatted his hand away. "You think my babies are squatters." You huffed and ran to your elder brother's cat, Soonie, that happened to be looking around the corner.
Chan rolled his eyes and you picked it up and started baby talking to it. "It's a cat-"
"You speak fluent baby to Berry. Don't judge me." You walked with the cat up the stairs to your room.
Chan sighed deeply.
"Chan, bring my bag upstairs thanks." You smiled sweetly and skipped back up the stairs with the cat.
Chan tongued the inside of his mouth a bit annoyed, you hadn't changed one bit. You just looked more mature. More like a woman, the curve of your waist more defined to your hips, you seemed prettier, your- ⊠What are you thinking...
Chan pursed his lips and grabbed your bag, taking it up stairs.
He watched as you entered your room.
"Did Minho touch any of my stuff?" You asked looking around.
"Not that I know of." Chan hummed setting the bag on the bed.
You turned and gasped. "MY GUDETAMA PLUSH IS GONE!"
Chan tilted his head. "Your what?"
You fumed. "MY EGG PLUSHIE!"
Chan's face fell. "The one that was over there-" He pointed to your desk.
Your eyes narrowed. "Bang Christopher Chan. Where is my egg-"
"HERE!" Minho shouted, sliding into your room, holding up a Gudetama plushie.
You looked at your older brother. "Minho. It's not even the same plushie."
Minho opened his mouth then closed it.
"MIN!"
"AHHH JISUNG DROPPED IT IN PAINT!"
"WHAT WERE YOU EVEN DOING IN MY ROOM??!?!"
"It was Changbin's idea!"
"OHH!! LEE MINHO! GET OUT!" You fumed.
Chan and Minho scurried away before Minho burst out laughing as he got to the bottom of the steps. Chan rolled his eyes and laughed.
"I'll give her the money to replace it later." Minho sighed, "Tryna get some drinks? Jisung is paying."
Chan nodded, grabbing his phone from the table and staring at your cat Dori. The brown, grey striped cat tilted its head at Chan and the man pet it gently. "Tell Y/N I'm sorry yeah?"
The cat purred and Chan smiled before following Minho out.
Chan finished off his alcohol and turned to Hyunjin, "Hyunjinnie."
The long, dark haired man looked at him, "Huh?"
"That egg thing Jisung covered in paint."
"What about it?" Hyunjin asked, pushing his hair out of his eyes.
"What was it called?"
Jisung looked up from his food. "Gudetama?"
"Yeah that." Chan hummed. "Where do I get one that looks like it? Exact replica.."
Hyunjin shrugged. "Google it."
Chan huffed, and started searching.
Minho looked at him, "Why are you wondering?"
Chan pursed his lips. "We did mess it up."
Minho grabbed Chan's phone. "Chan." His face was expression was blank.
"Minho, I'm just trying to replace it." Chan grabbed his phone back and sighed.
Hyunjin gave Minho a look and kept eating.
Minho didn't say anything to Chan until everyone was going home only saying "see ya."
It was over a week later you came home with your friend Sua to hang out and when you opened your bedroom door you smiled at the sight of the a new Gudetama plushie. The CORRECT one.
"Where did that come from?" Sua asked as she sat on your bed, grabbing your Cinnamoroll and hugging it.
"Minho probably got it." You grabbed the egg and admired it except as you brought it to your face and inhaled, past the scent of the store... you smelled the cologne it smelled like... You pulled Gudetama away from your face and stared at it for a long moment.
"What?" Sua asked.
"Nothing..." You murmured.
Sua took the Gudetama from you and inspected it. "It's definitely new.. it smells like the store but..." She smelled it again. "Who's cologne is that?"
You rolled your eyes and grabbed it back, hugging it. "Doesn't matter.." But as you thought about the way he'd looked at you when he opened the door, the way his muscles seemed to strain against his shirt as he crossed his arms... You shook your head. So what if he had grown up a little bit. So had Minho's other friends, it didn't matter.
Yet recognizing the faint scent that lingered on the plushie, the faint scent you'd picked up from him as you pushed past him, you hugged the plushie just a little bit tighter.
Chan spun in the spinning chair in the library. He looked up at the ceiling, brain racing with so many thoughts. Had you seen it? Had you liked it?
"Chan." Hyunjin flicked his forehead. "Did I write my part good?"
"Uh huh." Chan said dismissively.
"You seem lost in thought..." Jeongin said, rolling over in his chair. "Something on your mind?"
Someone.. "No, nothing." Chan shrugged.
Jeongin's eyes narrowed, "I think..."
Chan looked at him. "Wha-"
Jeongin grabbed Chan's laptop and ran off with it, "THE SECRETS ARE HERE!" He shouted, "PROTECT ME HYUNG!"
Hyunjin tried his best to hold Chan in his chair but the latter easily sprang away and sprinted after Jeongin.
"INNIE RUN AWAY!" Hyunjin squealed.
As Chan was about to pounce on the younger man, the library assistant, a young woman with dark hair and brown eyes with a small mole on her cheek, cleared her throat. As Chan got a better look he realized the woman was your friend, Sua.
"Please be quiet." She rolled her eyes before walking into the small room and pushing the chairs back into place, she sniffed slightly, as if sick and Hyunjin offered her a tissue which she gratefully accepted before leaving the room.
Chan grabbed his computer from Jeongin and sat back in his spinning chair. "There is no secret."
The younger men looked at each other, "Sure," Hyunjin said, "Totally," Jeongin huffed.
As Sua walked away she smiled to herself and looked back. So that's who got Gudetama...
You were out with Sua at the mall, "Y/N." She smiled, "This would look so good on you." She pushed a very short skirt into your hands.
"Are we going to a strip club??" You stared at your friend in shock. "Min will kill me if I wear this."
She nudged you, "You can't stay so single and innocent forever." Sua's eyebrows bounced comically. "But then again.." She pulled the skirt to herself. "Do you think Seungmin would like me in this?"
You rolled your eyes. "If Seungmin noticed you."
She shoved you. "MEANIE!"
You giggled and kept looking for clothes.
"Ok..." She sighed.
You turned to the jewelry area and left Sua looking at bottoms alone. As you looked at the earrings and necklaces and bracelets, a pair of earrings caught your attention, it was simple, small silver half hoop earrings. You moved down the glass to get a better look and as you rested your hand on the glass display, a hand brushed yours. You looked at the hand for a brief moment before seeing the veiny arm, your stomach flipped.
You looked at the man, he looked at you, brow raised.
"Sorry." You pulled away.
"It was my fault." The man laughed. "I was just looking at those earrings." he pointed to the earrings you had your eyes on.
"Oh-" You smiled slightly, "I was looking at those too."
His eyes widened slightly, "You probably saw them first-"
"No it's fine." You were about to move away.
"It's fine really." the man waved over the store clerk. "How much for these?"
Your brows furrowed. "I-"
"550,000 sir." The clerk said.
The man slid his card across the table and smiled at you. "It's the least I can do, I think I made you uncomfortable."
You opened your mouth then closed it. What was this guy doing..
"I'm Minseok." He put his hand out to shake yours.
You smiled sheepishly. "Y/N, and really you don't have to get me these-"
The store clerk came back with a key and opened the glass display, closing the earrings box and putting it in a bag. The clerk handed the bag to Minseok with his receipt and card.
"I insist."Minseok handed you the bag.
"Y/N, did you find someth-" Sua came over, carrying a lot of bags and looked at you then Minseok and back at you, a devious grin spread across her lips and you wanted to hide.
Minseok wrote something on the back of his receipt before handing it to you. "Call me?" He smiled and walked out of the store.
"WHO WAS THAT FINE GLASS OF WINE????" Sua grabbed you, "What did he give you?" She grabbed the bag and smiled at the earrings, "Oh my, a man of taste! What's his name-"
"SUA!" you grabbed your friend's face. "Stop rambling. He bumped into me."
"And bought you earrings for 550,000 won as an apology?"
You sucked in a breath.
"He was definitely into you." She smiled dreamily. "If only I could find Seungmin in such a way."
You rolled your eyes. "Let's go."
But you had ended up shooting Minseok a text... why not?
Chan came over with the guys to celebrate Minho getting a promotion. "Ah, look at the best dance instructor this city has ever seen." Chan hugged him tightly as he entered the house.
Minho rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah."
"Congrats man." Jisung patted Minho on the back, "Now with the money you're making you can finally pay when we go out to eat."
Minho made a face.
"Stop annoying him," Jeongin smiled. "But really congrats."
Minho smiled, "Come on in guys," He led the men in and to the dining room, "Tada!"
The men smiled at the sight of the barbecue and they all began eating. Chan teased Minho most of the evening until, he heard steps on the stairs. He turned to look at the stairs and his heart skipped a beat.
You were coming down the steps with Sua, dressed up to go out, skirt that showed your perfect legs and a shirt that drew attention to your curves and cleavage.
You came to your older brother and gave him a quick hug, "Congrats Minho."
As you started to pull away he grabbed your hand. "Jacket?" He asked.
You held up your jacket.
"Phone?"
You held up your phone the yellow Gudetama case that Sua had bought you drew Chan's attention momentarily.
"Pepper spray?" Minho tilted his head.
You shook your purse a bit.
He smiled, "Have fun. Don't let a creep touch you."
"Yeah yeah." You followed Sua out.
"Where's she going?" Changbin asked, munching on his beef.
"Party." Minho shrugged.
"Bound to get attention dressed like that," Hyunjin sipped his soda, "Who's party?"
"Some guy from college apparently." Minho shrugged. "Sua's with her so she should be fine."
Chan's eyes narrowed, "Minho, you're letting her go to 'some guy's' party?"
Minho looked at him. "She'll call if something happens, besides she knows not to drink."
Chan sighed, "Alright."
The other men looked at them, but no one said anything.
After the little celebration Chan was driving home, it was almost 1 in the morning, he came to a red light in front of a bar and tapped his thumb on the wheel to the rhythm of the music. He glanced out at the bar and his brows furrowed. There was a girl who looked suspiciously like you, stumbling out.
Chan was about to ignore it when a man came out of the bar after the girl. He sighed, the cars at the cross section slowing down and just as he was about to drive he watched as the girl reached into her bag for something and pulled out a yellow case with lazy egg.
Chan pulled off to the side and got out of his car as the man grabbed your shoulder. You shoved him off in your drunk daze but he was persisting.
And right as he grabbed your wrist Chan grabbed his forearm. "Can't you see she doesn't like you?" Chan's eyes narrowed, "Get out of here before I beat the shit out of you."
The man stared at Chan for a moment. Chan gripped the man's arm tighter.
"Bitch." The man released you roughly and stormed off down the street.
"Chan-" You looked at him, about to speak.
"Get in the car." He said lowly.
You opened your mouth, then closed it as he tilted his had at you daring you to say something back. You walked to the car and he opened the door to let you, closing it a you entered before going to the driver's side and entering.
"Please don't tell Min." You said as he settled.
"Where's Sua?" Chan turned to you.
"She ran off with some guy.." You said quietly.
"Why didn't you leave then?"
"Who are you my dad?"
"Y/N."
You looked at your hands. "I didn't want to."
Chan hook hi head and tarted the car again, before pulling back onto the road, he was about to go back to your house as he scolded you when you suddenly covered your mouth.
Chan sucked in a breath. "Y/N no- Not in my car-" Chan pulled over by a tree and you jumped out of the car and ran to the tree.
He cringed as you vomited and stepped out of the car, carefully taking your hair into his hand and holding it out of the way until you were jut dry heaving.
"You good now?" He asked.
You nodded.
Chan got you back in the car and gave you water.
"Chan..." You said after taking a drink. "Don't tell Minho. Please."
"Ok, ok, I won't." He sighed.
"Don't wanna go home."
"You have to."
"CHANNIE!" You whined.
Chan turned so fast, his head could've spun off his shoulders. He blinked before turning back to the road. Chris. WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?
"If I go home, Minho will know I'm drunk and he'll tell our parents and I won't be allowed out again." You grabbed his arm. "Chan.."
Chan sucked in a breath. "Just this once."
You smiled and hugged his arm. Chan felt his face getting hot but kept driving back to his place.
Chan had really trusted you when you said you were fine, you vomited again, outside his apartment complex and this time it had gotten on your shirt. So when you had gotten into his apartment he forced you to the bathroom and gave you some of his clothes to wear.
You were lying on Chan's couch, half asleep while he got you food because you wouldn't stop asking.
Your phone rang.
Chan was about to grab it but he froze. What would Minho think...
You grabbed your phone and answered. "Hello... No... I'm at Sua's... Chan? No I haven't heard from him... No I didn't drink... No I didn't bring a guy with me to Sua's... Okay... Tell my babies I love them... Good night Min." You hung up the phone and looked at Chan. "All handled."
Chan turned to face you and his stomach did somersaults. You standing there in his shirt, his sweatpants, looking so...
You tilted your head. "Are you drunk too, Channie?" You hummed.
Chan shook his head. "Haha. Here eat."
You smiled and took the food, going back to the couch, munching. Chan closed himself in the bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror. He rubbed his hands over his face for a moment before tuning on the tap and splashing his face. "Christopher... It's Y/N." he told himself. "It's just Y/N.."
A knock on the bathroom door made Chan look up. He patted his face dry with the towel on the bar and opened the door.
You stood there, looking at him. "Are you okay?" You asked.
He nodded, "I'm just really tired."
"I'm sorry for bothering you." You muttered, "Thank you.."
Chan felt his heart flutter and he smiled gently. "It's okay. Sleep in my room 'kay? I'll take the couch."
"I can't.." You mumble.
Chan made a face, "Why?"
"I don't have Gudetama.."
Chan opened his mouth then closed it.
"It keeps me safe at night." You looked down and gripped the hem of your his shirt tightly in your hands.
What was Chan supposed to say... What could he say without sounding weird or mean..
"Stay with me?"
Chan broke out of his trance as he heard that. "What?"
"Stay with me.. Because I'm scared.. I won't tell Minho."
What could he have said....
"Alright."
You woke up, head pounding, in the softest bed you've ever been in, as you opened your eyes you winced as the sun entering through soft grey curtains assaulted your already pained brain. You felt a breath against your hair and were about to jump away when the scent hit you... You looked around momentarily, it must be really early.
It wouldn't hurt.. You relaxed against his chest and hugged the arm he had around your waist. He was warm. Infectiously so. You felt warm in more ways than one. You smiled contentedly and closed your eyes again. Minho didn't have to know.
When you woke up again you heard voices, you sat up and slowly got out of Chan's bed. Your head throbbed slightly but you ignored it out of curiosity, you poked your head out the door and listened.
"I'm screwed, Hyunjin..." Chan said softly.
"If you tell Minho I'm sure he won't be that mad." Hyunjin replied.
Mad why? Because Chan helped me?
"Hyunjin." Chan said, more firmly. "I promised."
"Chan, it's completely human to feel like tha-"
"Hyunjin-ah!" Chan said a bit loudly before quieting himself. "It's not that I feel like that, even when I'm not feeling like THAT, I feel like..." Chan sighed deeply.
You backed up into the room. Feel like what... You wondered before grabbing your phone and texting Sua to come pick you up with a change of clothes.
When you got in Sua's car you looked at her.
"Do I have a lot to tell you?" She said giddily.
"I don't want to hear about what you did last night-" You started.
"Not me you dummy! The guy you met at the mall."
You turned to face her completely. "What about him?"
"He followed me on instagram this morning, I think he was seriously into you. He wants you to call him so he can take you out." She raised her brows stupidly.
"I-" you closed your mouth and thought about it for a moment, what harm could there be in going on one date? "I'll give him a call later."
"Atta girl!" Sua squealed before turning on her car and pulling out of Chan's apartment complex, "But guess what?"
"What?" You raised a brow.
"I SAID GUESS!" She wined.
"Ok, ok..." You racked your brain for a moment. "You bought new shoes?"
As Sua came to an intersection she slowed to halt at the red light and smacked your arm. "No."
"OW!" You huffed. "Tell me."
"I got Seungmin's number!"
You blinked. "How?"
She smiled, "Well, as I was going home with that guy yesterday Seungmin happened to be around and saved me-"
"Didn't you ask that guy to go home with you thou-"
"HUSH I'm not done!" She huffed, turning back to the road as the light turned green. "And Seungmin saved me and told me not to go home with strangers and if I get drunk again with no ride, I should call him." She sighed dreamily before her expression snapped to one of confusion. "How did you end up in Chan's apartment?" Her eyes widened, "DID YOU GUYS-"
"NO!" You shrieked. "No, he kept his distance."
"And you slept alone? YOU?!"
You pursed your lips. "When I woke up he was in bed too bu-"
"BUTT NAKED?!"
"SUA! NO! WE WERE CLOTHED!" You felt your face getting hot.
"You were drunk, in a man's house and you didn't do anything?? Not even kiss?"
"No." You slapped your cheeks. "We didn't do anything."
"But.. did you want to?" She glanced at you before looking back at the road.
"No." You rolled your eyes. Then you remembered. How he'd looked at you in his apartment, like he wanted to pounce on you. "Bu-"
"Did he want to do something?" Sua drove into a café's parking lot.
"I..." Your face felt hotter as you remembered how Chan held you. "I don't know..."
That was all Sua needed to ramble about how Chan must be pining over you. And it was for that reason you didn't mention what you'd heard Chan telling Hyunjin that morning.
You'd called Minseok that evening, he insisted that you stay home and get past your hangover and that he could meet you another day. Though it wasn't intentional, you and Minseok spoke almost on the daily, before he asked you if you wanted to go out for lunch. You were about ready to go out when someone knocked on your bedroom door. You opened it and blinked at the sight of Chan.
He was looking at his phone for something. "Minho wanted to know when you'd be back so we could get dri-" He froze as he looked up at you.
"Chan?" You tilted your head slightly.
"Uh.. You look really pretty." He said.
You looked down and smiled slightly.
"Who are you even going to meet up with?"
You opened your mouth then closed it, no one knew about Minseok except Sua and Minho. "A guy."
Chan visibly stiffened. "Who?"
"I'll tell you about him later-" You tried to move past him but he blocked the doorway with his body.
"Where did you get those?" He pointed at your earrings.
My date.. "Sua." You lied.
He nodded. "Okay.."
You moved past him and managed to dodge your brother's inventory check as you skipped to the door. Right as the bell rang.
You opened it and smiled at Minseok. He smiled gently before his gaze flicked behind you.
You looked back at Chan and smiled.
Chan wanted to kill that guy. He didn't like him one bit, not the way he smiled or the way he took your hand to lead you out. Nothing. But more than that, Minseok always always looked at Chan as if he'd won something, as if Chan had lost the battle and the war he didn't even know had started. Two into your relationship and Minseok still had that look for Chan. Two months.
Minho had invited Minseok along with the guys for drinks. The entire night Minseok was giving Chan sideways looks. Until Minho asked, "How did you meet Y/N?"
"Oh," Minseok smiled fondly at his drink. "I bumped into her at the mall and I made her a bit uncomfortable with how awkward of an apology I gave so.. I bought her a pair of earrings and gave her my number. I didn't expect her to call back really... But fate is nice.."
Chan's brows furrowed. "What kind of earrings?"
"Silver ones-" Minseok started.
"Half hoops?" Chan pressed, gripping his bottle.
"Yeah." Minseok said, "Small, silver, half hoops."
Chan leaned back in his chair. You'd lied... You'd lied to him. For Minseok..
"Channie-hyung-" Jeongin reached for him.
Chan pushed back his chair and smiled at Minho, "I'm going to head back early," He waved at the other men and rested his gaze on Minseok for a brief moment.
"You're drunk, let me at least call you a cab-" Minho started.
"I want to walk."
"It's dar-"
"Goodnight guys." Chan turned and left them all at the table in confusion.
Hyunjin shot Seungmin a knowing look and kept drinking.
Chan wandered aimlessly for a while, lost in thought. He eventually found himself at a playground and sat down on a swing. As he swung back and forth, he thought about you and Minseok. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair at all..
He felt his eyes welling with tears. "What are you even crying about Chris?!" He groaned in frustration and wiped the tears from his eyes.
He cared too much, about you and Minho. He cared too much to see you with someone else. He cared so much that it hurt to care. Even as he took deep breaths to compose himself he couldn't stop the hot salty tears streaming down his cheeks.. But-
"Channie?"
He looked up at the sound of your voice. You stood there, in a sweater that definitely wasn't yours... It was probably Minseok's... and a pair of sweatpants.
"Why are you crying?" You sat in the swing next to him and stared at him.
If only you knew...
"I've just been thinking recently." He muttered.
"A penny for your thoughts?"
Chan stared at you for a long moment and then simply leaned over and rested his head in the crook of your neck and shoulder.
You stared blankly for a moment before relaxing and stroking his dark hair gently.
"Can I ask you something.." He muttered against your skin and you felt a chill go down your spine.
"Anything..." You breathed.
He pulled away and looked into your eyes. "Will you stop me?"
"From doing what?" You stared at him in confusion for a moment before he leaned into you, breath mingling with yours.
"This.." He muttered, plump lips grazing yours before they finally met your own in a gentle kiss. He pulled away for a moment, giving you the opportunity to shout at him, to slap him and ask if he was okay mentally.
But you didn't..
And he kissed you again, deeper this time, his tongue prodding at your lips for entry. You clutched Chan's shirt as his tongue slid into your mouth, the taste of alcohol still on his lips, but you didn't pull away. Not when he kissed you like that, kissed you like he'd been meaning to for months... years even. You didn't pull away even as you felt the burn of your lungs begging for air. But he pulled awa, his eyes dark, pupils blown, clouding over with something you hadn't seen before.
You sat up in bed and slapped your flushed cheeks. What on earth were you thinking...
Chan noticed you were steering clear of him like the plague. You were going back to school soon so maybe that's why. He saw you when he and Jeongin came over to see Minho but even then you only waved at him at the door and kept about your business. Maybe he had done wrong kissing you like that.
You were leaving again. Bags all packed and ready to go back to your dorm.
"AH!" Changbin hugged ypu tightly. "You're leaving us again! Who will come to Changbin Salon if you go!"
You giggled. "I'll be back in a few months for Christmas guys. Don't worry about me-"
"Y/nnie." Minho sighed, smoothing out her clothes, "Just take care of yourself. Don't get drunk. Don't stay up late. Don't talk to weirdos-"
You hugged your brother and rolled your eyes. "Whatever."
Your parents started bickering with you about taking care of yourself.
You gave Minseok a kiss and he hugged you tightly, whispering something in your ear that made you giggle.
You finally looked at Chan and smiled.
Chan smiled too, eyes widening in shock slightly as you hugged him tightly. He relaxed and hugged you back. "Take care."
You nodded, "Bye!" You got into your car right as Changbin and Minho finished throwing your stuff into the trunk.
They all waved as you pulled out of the driveway, and you were gone again...
Chan stuck around for a bit longer chatting with Minho and your parents before deciding to go home. As Chan made his way to his car he stopped as he heard someone.
"Chan."
Chan turned and stared at Minseok. "Huh?"
"Do yourself a favor," Minseok pulled out his own car keys and unlocked his vehicle. "And stay away from Y/N. 'Kay?"
Chan raised a brow. "Is there a problem with me being around her?"
"A little bird told me, you just want to get your dick wet. So I suggest you find someone else." Minseok shrugged.
He stared at the other man for a long moment. "What if... I just want to take her from you?"
Minseok's eyes went wide.
Chan unlocked his car and got in before Minseok could say anything.
You'd been in school for a couple of months, sure, you called Minseok everyday, it didn't kill the feeling of him being so far away though.
You had gotten back from class and were doing your homework when you got a text from Minseok. You smiled slightly and picked up your phone to look at it. As you read his message you rolled your eyes and called him
He answered almost immediately. "AH! Baby. It feels like I haven't talked to you in forever."
You rolled your eyes and giggled. "We talked this morning."
"Exactly, forever." He joked.
You put the phone on speaker and set it down as you started getting your materials for studying. "When did you get so needy?"
"When did you get so distant?" he countered.
You laughed. "I'll be around soon."
"Take your time with your studies.. I don't want to mess up your brain right now."
You smiled. "It's fine really."
"I'm gonna be really busy soon."
"Oh?" You flipped through your textbook, taking notes. "With what?"
"Work stuff." he said dismissively.
"Don't overwork yourself."
"Says you."
You pursed your lips and sighed. "Minseok."
"AAH! Okay.. I have to go now, sleep early. Make sure you eat. AND DRINK WATER." He said.
"Okay. Good night baby."
"Good night y/nnie."
You hung up and leaned back in your chair thoughtfully. You should visit home soon..
The next following day you called Minseok after class he didn't answer. You shrugged it off and assumed he was busy with work as he said he would be.
You called Jisung and he ranted to you about how Minho was being annoying and how Seungmin was bouncing off the walls about Sua.
You smiled as you thought about how vividly she used to squeal about Seungmin. As you were about to go to sleep, your phone rang and you looked at the contact, smiling at your boyfriends ID before answering.
"Hey love, sorry I didn't answer. I got held up at work." he said.
"It's fine," You rolled onto your back and put the phone on speaker, yawning as you asked, "Anything happen at home?"
"You sound tired." he aid, "And no."
You hummed. "I am tired."
"Sleep. You have classes tomorrow."
"Fuck class. I'd rather stay up listening to you."
"When did you get so needy?" He teased.
You giggled.
As you listened to Minseok rant about work and other things you relaxed and fell asleep even though you said you wouldn't..
You didn't notice it at first, but almost a month later, you realized that Minseok never answered your calls; he always called you back, and always very late. You could try to blame it on his work, but something just didn't sit right with you. But you ignored the feeling. Planning to visit during your break in the fall and catch up with everyone.
What reason did you not have to trust Minseok?
When you called him the day before your trip he didn't answer. Which didn't surprise you at all. But you still felt a small pang as you looked at the box you'd purchased just a week earlier. What was surprising was that he didn't call you back.
Still you got in your car the next morning, and drove all the way back home.
Minho and your parents greeted you with bear hugs and kisses.
You went out with Minho later that day to go eat and after an intense game of rock paper scissors, you had to go to the front and order. As you made your order and Minho's you noticed Chan sitting at a table with a very pretty woman. You finished your orders and approached waving slightly at Chan.
He looked at you and smiled. "You're back in town already? How's school?"
You laughed. "I'm on break. School's fine." You noticed the way the girl stirred her drink with her straw. "Who's this?" You asked.
Chan looked at her then back at you. "Yeojin. She's a friend."
The girl gave you a small smile but you felt a bit tense. As if you were challenging her... "It's nice to meet you." She extended her hand out out you."
"Likewise." You smiled and took her hand gently shaking it before turning back to Chan, "I've gotta go, maybe we'll see each other around?"
He nodded. "It was nice seeing you." As you walked away you noticed how he spoke to Yeojin so passionately, taking her hands in his. Your heart panged. You should be happy... You should be happy he finally got over what he told Hyunjin that day... Yet it annoyed you. It made you so mad you wanted to scream. But you didn't. You ignored the feeling. You had Minseok. What more could you need?
"Have you heard from Minseok?" You asked your brother as he spun in the spinning chair by your desk.
"Not recently why?" He looked at you.
You shrugged, looking at your phone. You checked Minho's location and saw he was still at work. You'd wait for him to get to his apartment then you'd surprise him with your gift and everything would be good. "He's been stressing about work recently... I just wanted to make sure he's alright."
"Go see him then." Minho said, rolling his eyes.
"When he gets back from work." You smiled, looking at the box in your bag.
So almost two hours later, when you checked your phone and saw he was finally home. You took a cab to his apartment and eagerly, pushed the button at the elevator. You jumped a bit before calming yourself. It was just Minseok... your sweet, caring, affectionate, handsome man.
Yet as you got to his floor, as you approached his door something in you twisted. You felt wary for a reason you couldn't explain. Even as you typed the passcode for his lock and it beeped in affirmation, as you opened the door to his dark apartment, something in you still lurched in suspense. Like your body knew what was coming and your heart and mind couldn't accept it. Even as you rounded the corner of the hall and saw an extra pair of shoes by the entrance.
Heels..
You still walked through the living room and kitchen area. Right down to the other hall and to Minseok's bedroom door. Even as you heard them through the crack in the door you opened it.. and the tears that had been welling in your eyes since you walked into the dark apartment finally fell at the sight of Minseok, his dick buried in some other girl.
"Cho Minseok."
He sprang up, eyes wide like a deer in headlights as he finally took in your prescene.
You threw the box on the floor and whispered. "You asshole."
"Y/n!" You ran to the elevator and got in just in time to turn and see him running as the elevator closed, bedsheet wrapped around his waist as he called after you.
As the elevator went down your mind and heart finally caught up with the rest of your body and you fell to the cold floor and cried.
The last place Chan expected to see you, was bumbling down the street at night. Drunk.
Yet when he finally convinced you to get in his car he groaned and looked at you. "What on earth are you doing?"
You didn't answer, staring blankly out of the car window.
"I'll call Minseok to come get you-"
"Don't." You said quietly.
"Y/n." He sighed. "Minseok won't judge you for getting drunk, he probably won't tell Minho eithe-"
"Minseok is busy right now!" You snapped.
Chan stared at you. "Busy with what?"
"How is it your business?" You snapped. "You hate Minseok, I get it. but our relationship isn't your business."
"When are you going to stop him from running all over you, Y/N!?" Chan shouted.
You froze."Why do you care... go back to Yeojin."
Chan stared at you. "i have nothing with her..."
You took a few shaky breaths before you buried your face in your hands.
Chan took your hand and squeezed it gently whispering. "What happened?"
You looked at him, his coffee colored eyes so sincere. No judgement or ulterior motives, nothing but patience and empathy.
You leaned against him over the console. "He's with someone else."
"Since when?" He asked, his arm wrapping around your shoulders.
"I don't fucking know and I don't give a damn."
He hummed. "You wanna go home?"
"I don't want an earful from Minho." You said, closing your eyes.
Chan pulled away and started the car. The alcohol finally claimed your consciousness. You woke up a while later on Chan's bed, you sat up, still a bit tipsy. You stood from the bed and stumbled slightly as you walked. You saw Chan on the couch, staring at the ceiling.
"You left me alone again..." you said softly.
Chan looked at you. "I thought you'd be alright."
You stared at him.
"Come here.." he muttered.
You moved to him and sat beside him on the couch, leaning into hiss body heat.
You sat in silence for a few minutes, then your mouth ran faster than your brain could help and you asked. "Do you like me..."
Chan's body stiffened.
"Be honest.."
"Y/n."
"Tell me."
"Minho would be angry at me-"
"CHAN!" You snapped, pulling away from him. "No... I understand. No one really likes me because I'm jus-"
He cut you off, kissing you. Your eyes widened momentarily before you relaxed and kissed him back. Your already cloudy mind felt like it was covered by a drape of emotion you couldn't understand, taking all your air away, wrapping itself around you like an anaconda. It squeezed the very passion from your veins and pushed it all into that kiss.
Chan pulled away for air first and your eyes met as he finally whispered. "I don't like you. I love you."
You kissed him again as he leaned into you, pinning you to the couch. His lips moved from yours to your jaw and neck before he froze. Minho... He started to pull away. "Y/n we can't-"
You grabbed his face in your hands and whispered, tears brimming in your eyes, "Please..."
Chan couldn't tell in the rush of getting you from the couch into his room how he ended up beneath you. Staring up into your pretty eyes before you leaned down to kiss him, his tongue fought with yours as your hands lifted his shirt and ran over his chiseled abdomen. When you moaned softly into his mouth something in his snapped and he grabbed you. Flipping you both and pinning you to the bed, staring down at you.
You smiled up at him and he rolled his eyes before kissing you agan, his lips moving to attack your neck and collar bones before he pulled off your shirt. You whined and tugged at his before he pulled it over his head and tossed his somewhere. You reached up and caressed his stomach before he took your hand in his and your fingers intertwined as he pinned it to the bed.
"We shouldn't..." He mumbled against your lips.
"Want you to.." You whispered.
"Fuck.." he moaned softly against your lips and rubbed his crotch against your clothed heat.
You pulled your hands free and wrapped them around him, pulling him down to you. Your world seemed to blur and darken, your only focus the man above you. How he worshipped you, lips moving from your jaw to your throat, decorating your skin with love bites. Moving lower and pulling your pants down slowly.
It wasn't painful or rushed. He kissed you slowly, filling you to the brim and more, each thrust met with soft cry from you. His hands at your hip pulling you into each push of his pelvis against yours. He leaned down and kissed you, his body caging you in, you held onto him tightly, nails digging into his broad shoulders as he bucked into you again and again. Knocking the air from your lungs every time he fucked into you, pushing deep, deep.
Mesmerized by the sight of of your pussy engulfing his cock as you whimpered and mewled beneath him.
"Are you going to cum for me?" He mumbled in your ear. "Gonna milk me dry, sweet girl?"
Your back arched off the bed at that, Chan groaned and reached between you rubbing your sensitive clit.
"Cum for me princess." He breathed into your neck, pulling out slowly before stuffing his cock into you roughly again.
"Channie!" Your pussy clenched tightly around hiss manhood and he pulled out. Pumping his cock until his release shot onto your breasts and stomach.
He held himself over you. "Fuck..." He dragged himself up to get something to clean you but when he came his eyes went wide at the sight of your hands on your face the soft sound of your sobs reaching his earss. "Y/N- I shouldn't have. Did I hurt you? I'm sorry-"
"Not you." You said, taking a deep shaky breath.
"Then-"
You took your hands away from your face and smiled. "I love you Chan.."
He smiled gently and kissed your forehead before cleaning you and getting back into bed.
"Can I ask you a question?" You said in the quiet darkness.
"Huh?" He turned to you.
"Did you replace Gudetama?"
Chan smiled. "Was it so obvious?"
"It smelled like your cologne.."
"You paid attention to how I smelled?" he gasped in shock.
"Shut up." You smacked his chest and rolled your eyes despite your face going hot.
He smirked and kissed the top of your head. "I don't mind."
You rolled your eyes but moved closer, relaxing into his warm embrace before falling asleep.
Chan hugged you to his chest, staring up at the ceiling as he caressed your hair. He heard something buzz and looked at your phone on his bedside table. He took in your peacefully sleeping face and smiled about to ignore it. Then it rang.
He moved away from you slowly and reached over you grabbing the jingling device. Minseok's face flashed across your screen. Chan made a face and answered, pulling the covers over your bare body before bringing the phone to his ear.
"Y/N! I'm so glad you finally answered! Baby it's not what you thought! I don't even know her real-"
"Y/n is busy," Chan said, looking at you sleeping.
"Chan?" Minseok asked, confused. "Pass her the phone."
"She's exhausted," Chan said, "and it's because of you. I doubt she'll call you back, so please don't call my girl's number again."
"YOUR GIRL??" He shouted on the other end of the line. "BANG CHAN! THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?"
Chan smiled to himself as he said. "Going to sleep with my girlfriend." He got back into bed and smiled at your sleeping face. "Good bye Minseok."
"Oh, Chan I swear-"
Chan hung up and pulled you close to him again.
"What was that about?" You asked half asleep.
"Nothing." Chan kissed your forehead. "Go to sleep."
Chan drove you home the next morning. You were still a bit sad, but as you unlocked the front door your eyes widened at the sight of a disheveled looking Minseok sitting in your kitchen with your elder brother. Chan followed close behind you, his eyes narrowing when he saw the men.
"Y/N!" Minseok jumped from his seat and ran to you.
"Don't touch me!" You shouted as he tried to hug you.
Minho turned to you and Chan. "Minseok told me everything."
"Then why would you let him in-" You started.
"Bang Chan." Minho said quietly. "Get out."
"Minho-" Chan started.
"Get out!" your brother shouted.
"Y/n baby what happened?" Minseok touched your face and you slapped him away.
"What did you tell him?!" You pointed a finger at Minseok.
"What there was to be said." He grabbed your hands and you pulled away.
"Minho. I know what you're thinking-" Chan tried to calm your brother who was standing up now.
"Oh you do?!" Minho said, clearly getting aggravated by Chan's prescence.
"Listen to me-" Chan said, putting his hands up as MInho approached.
But he was cut off by punch to the face that made your eyes widen.
"Bro-" You tried to grab Minho but Minseok grabbed your hand.
"Let's talk about this-" He said before you slapped him hard.
"I told you to stay away from my sister." Minho said, walking up to Chan as he took several steps back.
"Minho let me explain!" Chan said, trying to stay out of his friend's range.
"There's nothing to explain!" Your brother shouted.
"Bro please!" Chan tried.
"Minho!" You grabbed your brother's arm.
He whipped around to face you. "You can't seriously defend him! Y/N!"
"Maybe I am!" You shouted, you walked between Chan and Minho. "No.. I am defending him. He didn't do anything wrong."
Your brother stared at you before looking at Chan and muttering. "Leave."
"Minho." You said softly.
Chan bit his lip before grabbing Minseok and dragging him out with him.
"Why would you do that?!" You shouted as Chan slammed the door behind him.
"Chan wouldn't care about you! IF you knew LIKE I DO you'd understand!" Minho yelled back.
"I don't know him like you do! BUt you should've let him explain!"
"What was there to explain?! He dragged you to bed when you were drunk-"
"DO YOU KNOW WHY?!" You cut him off. "MINSEOK IS AN ASSHOLE! Minseok cheated on me! Chan didn't want to go that far. I asked him to! I like Chan A LOT! Whatever rule or whatever shit you have that keeps me from being with him needs to stop..." You trailed off. "Because you might lose me too."
Your brother stood there in shock as you ran up the stairs.
It was a week later when Chan was out with Jisung, Hyunjin, and Changbin.
"Just tell Minho you're sorry." Changbin said sipping his cola as the three waited for their food.
"He wouldn't even let me talk." Chan groaned, burying his face in his hands.
"Tragic really." Jisung sighed.
Chan and Changbin looked at their friend with blank expressions as if to say be fricking for real.
Jisung sipped his drink. "I think you should just wait a bit. You know? I doubt Minho will stay mad forever, he's your good friend..."
Chan nodded. "I should just apologize whenever he calms down."
"If he doesn't just walk away from the toxic controlling friend." Hyunjin shook his head.
"Apologize now then."
Hyunjin jumped in fear at Minho's voice. "HYUNG!"
Minho looked at Hyunjin. "You'll eat tissues later."
Chan stared at Minho. "How did you even know I was here?"
Jisung looked completely invested in the bubbles floating in his soda suddenly.
Minho laughed and Chan sighed before standing. "Minho I-"
"I'm sorry for punching you." Minho said, "I'm sorry for accusing you of... things... and I'm sorry for making you stay away from Y/N..."
Chan smiled at his friend. "It's alright, I mean I didn't say I liked her before you threw that ban on me suddenly.. I'm sorry too."
The men smiled at each other.
"Hug it out! Hug it out Hug it out! Hug it-" Hyunjin started only to shrink away in fear as Minho grabbed a bunch of napkins from the dispenser on the table.
You laughed and Chan turned to you. "You're here.."
"Someone had to stop Min if he ended up attacking someone." You smiled.
"THEN HELP ME!" Hyunjin started only to get a mouthful of tissues.
You giggled and smiled at Chan as MInho gave him a look.
"May I kiss you princes?" Chan smirked, leaning into you.
MInho acted like he was going to vomit. And Jisung dramatically passed out.
"You may."
Chan pressed his lip against yours.
"ALRIGHT THAT'S ENOUGH!" MInho said rolling his eyes. "You should compensate me for the mental and emotional distress I went through, I say buy me pizza!"
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summary: percy jackson has finally arrived at camp half-blood, so why is he so shocked to see that people have genuine relationships here? aka, the four times percy thought you were dating luke, and the one time he actually asked.Â
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featuring: percy pov!!, 4+1, vaping (again), sassy man apocalypse in the form of luke castellan, reader straight up not giving a fuck, percabeth crumbs (but you gotta squint)
author's note: i am so sorry for the delay with this one!! i was studying for finals, but now that i'm home from college for the summer, hopefully the updates will be more frequent đ€
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hermes cabin, day one, early afternoon
âthis is the hermes cabin, home to both his children and the unclaimed,â chiron explains, walking up to the very loud and very rambunctious building.Â
percy peers inside, and heâs immediately filled with dread. thereâs barely enough room in the cabin for the people that actually live there, let alone him. why couldnât his father claim him already? if anything, percy thought losing his mother would have been enough; clearly it wasnât. his dread only intensifies, however, when chiron starts clapping his hands, calling the attention of all the campers.Â
âwoah wait a minute,â percy mumbles, but itâs too late.Â
âthis is percy jackson, i trust you will see to whatever he needs,â chiron announces.Â
it takes the campers approximately two seconds to go back to whatever they were doing beforehand. some campersâ eyes linger a little bit longer on him, but for the most part, theyâre all indifferent to his presence. finding a spot proves to be difficult, as every nook and cranny is inhabited.
âyou can sleep over there,â a girl says, annoyed.
âthanks,â percy mumbles, but it falls on deaf ears.Â
the spot isnât half bad, but it isnât great either. heâs stuck in between two sets of bunk beds, on a sleeping bag. a sleeping bag. one would think the gods could splurge a little for an air mattress, but percy guesses they must be selfish, at least based on the signs of this cabin: overrun, overfilled, and underdeveloped. heâs unpacking his backpack, the last remnants of his life before his mom explained his paternal lineage, when the whispers start.Â
âthatâs the kid. i think heâs the one that killed the minotaur,â someone whispers, or at least they try to, but percy hears the whole thing.Â
he turns around, and comes face to face with a group of older campers, all boys. theyâve clearly been here a while (in the hermes cabin, or at camp, percy isnât sure) based solely on the fact that theyâre so comfortable in this environment. a tall, curly black-haired boy steps forward, so percy stands up. he tries to size up the older boy, but if it comes to a fight, he doesnât think heâll win.Â
âlook, if you guys want to start something, can you justâŠdo it tomorrow?â he asks.Â
the older boy doesnât say anything. instead, he just takes a moment to look at percy, up and down. percyâs breath catches in his throat when he catches sight of the long scar running from the corner of his right eye to his jaw. heâs intimidating, to say the least.Â
âiâm..â the boy starts to say, but heâs cut off by the sound of loud laughter.Â
percy turns to face the door, following the older boyâs lead, and sees two girls walk into the cabin. theyâre both in workout gear, clearly just coming from a training session, but only one of them moves to drop her stuff on a bed â a bottom bunk in the left hand corner â and the other walks right up to the guy in front of him.
percy wants to warn her, tell her that she shouldnât mess with this kid. but the grumpy guy smiles at her, completely forgetting about percy.
âbusy day?â she asks, crossing her arms over her chest.Â
âsomething like that,â the boy mumbles, throwing a sideways glance in percyâs direction.Â
âoh i see,â she answers slowly, and now both of their eyes are on him.Â
âluke treating you okay?â she asks.Â
percy gulps, unsure how to answer her. girls donât really talk to him, but thereâs a first time for everything, he understands that especially well now. Â
âhe literally just got here,â luke says, shoving your shoulder.Â
you smile at the older boy, and thereâs something more behind that stare, but percy canât really figure out what.Â
âif he steps out of line, you let me know,â she instructs, jabbing her thumb in lukeâs direction.Â
percy nods, âyeah sure.âÂ
she smiles at him, before walking towards the exit of the cabin. as sheâs at the threshold between the inside and the outdoors, she turns around with a mischievous look in her eyes.Â
âmeet me later?â she asks.Â
âiâll be there,â luke answers.Â
she nods, satisfied, and leaves. percy watches luke, who continues to watch her. his eyebrows furrow. maybe he just doesnât understand teenagers?
hermes cabin, day two, morning
percyâs startled awake. the deep, guttural voice from his dream still haunting him. the darkness from the nightmare is looming over him like a dark cloud. his gasps and heavy breathing draw the attention of luke and his friends, the former leaving his bottom bunk to walk over to percyâs sleeping bag. Â
âyou okay?â luke asks.Â
percy wonders if heâs genuinely concerned. âsuper,â he replies.Â
âwe all get them, yâknow. deep, intense nightmares. comes with being a demigod,â luke explains, watching percy struggle to get up from his bed.
âso does adhd and dyslexia. theyâre your battle instincts talking. everything thatâs made you different, an outcast, is normal here,â luke continues to explain, now standing toe to toe with percy.Â
thereâs silence between the two. percy wants to ask him about his godly parent. itâs been weighing on him since he spoke with luke briefly yesterday. for some reason, however, he feels like the question is out of line, too personal for someone he just met.Â
yet, he canât help himself: âso are you alsoâŠdo you not knowâŠare youâŠâ
âam i unclaimed? no, hermes is my father, but that doesnât matter. weâre all family here,â luke replies, giving percyâs shoulder a reassuring squeeze.Â
âand the girl from last nightâŠis sheâŠ?â percy asks.Â
luke chuckles at his uncertainty, clearly finding humor in his embarrassing situation. âno. she knows who her mother is. you should ask her about it.âÂ
percy nods, swallowing the lump in his throat. he feels angry all of a sudden looking around the hermes cabin. itâs filled to the brim with campers, some who know who their parents are, and others who donât. he doesnât think anyone should have to live like this; itâs not fair.Â
âhow can the gods just bring us here and ignore us? how is that fair?â percy asks.Â
luke shakes his head, âspend all your time trying to figure out why the gods do what they do and youâll go crazy. besides, you havenât even experienced the best thing that camp has to offer.âÂ
âwhatâs that?â percy asks.Â
âglory.â
percyâs eyebrows furrow in confusion. he vaguely remembers hearing mr. bruner, or chiron, talk about glory in class, but he canât pinpoint the exact memory. the way luke talks about it, however, makes percy think that it must be important. there has to be some reason why everyone is fighting for glory, why they deal with all the dangers of being a demigod.Â
âdemigods used to fight for glory. they called it kleos. it attaches meaning to your name, making you bigger, scarier, and more important,â luke explains, leading percy outside of the hermes cabin, along with a handful of his friends.Â
âit puts respect on your name,â lukeâs friend, chris barges in.Â
percyâs smiles at that. he likes the sound of glory, especially when some girl shoulders past him, pushing his body right into lukeâs. percy stumbles, turning to face the back of the girl. he wasnât going to deal with this bullying crap at summer camp of all places.Â
âhey,â he shouts, getting her attention.Â
she turns around, immediately shoving him into the ground. percy gasps, staring up at her in shock, but before she can get a word in, the girl from last night is standing in front of him.Â
âknock it off clarisse. itâs like his first day,â luke mumbles.Â
the girl from last night helps him up, and he smiles at her in thanks. she nods, giving him a once over, ensuring that heâs okay before she turns back to clarisse. itâs like a switch flipped inside her. those same eyes, the ones showing kindness towards him just a mere second ago, are now filled with cold, hard, anger.Â
clarisse says something to taunt him, but the girl just shakes her head, crossing her arms against her chest.Â
âjealous that it wasnât you?â she taunts, stepping into clarisseâs personal space.Â
âno,â clarisse snaps, facing the other girl head on.Â
âreally? cause it sounds like you wish you were standing in his shoes right now. maybe then daddy would give you a little bit of attention, huh?â she replies.Â
luke whispers her name in a seething tone, hand pulling on her shoulder to move her away from clarisse. however, she jerks out of his grip, continuing to stare head on at the curly haired girl with a satisfied smirk playing at her lips.Â
âyou better watch your back,â clarisse snaps, looking at percy once again before storming off.Â
âand you better watch yours,â the girl, whoâs still standing in front of percy protectively answers.Â
clarisse doesnât respond, and so luke takes the time to reprimand you. his voice is soft, and percy can barely hear, let alone register, the words coming out of his mouth. you roll your eyes at whatever heâs saying, barely paying attention. instead, percy notices that your eyes arenât leaving lukeâs lips, and heâs again left wondering whatâs going on between the two of you.Â
âbut if i wasnât here, who was gonna play hero?â you ask, a soft pout on your lips.
percy can tell youâre teasing luke, trying to get a rise out of him, but the older boy just shakes his head in response. percy watches as your finger reaches under his bright orange shirt, looping through one of the belt loops of his cargoes. luke leans down slightly, and percy thinks he might kiss you, but you step away from him in a fit of giggles.Â
âiâll see you later, counselor luke,â you tease, walking backwards so everyone can see the teasing smile on your face.Â
percy makes a mental note not to get on your bad side.Â
dining pavilion, day two, evening
âis there a greek god of disappointment, maybe someone should ask if heâs missing a kid,â percy grumbles, taking a seat at the table across from luke and chris.Â
after a long day of training, with little to no rewards, percy felt utterly defeated. there was some good that came out of the dayâs events, however, as he realized his lack of coordination did not make him a strong candidate for the apollo cabin. similarly, setting fire to the already burning forges had luke and chris ruling out hephaestus. regardless, he just wanted his dad to recognize him. after a life of torment and the loss of his mom, the one person who loved him, he could use the validation.
luke opens his mouth, ready to answer his previous question, but chris beats him to it.
âoizysâŠbut sheâs a goddess and her whole thing isnât really disappointment, itâs failure,â chris mumbles, pushing around the salad on his plate.Â
âoh my gods chris, donât scare the kid,â you shout, shoving his shoulder as you take a seat next to percy.Â
another girl follows behind you, taking the seat on the other side of percy. he feels himself going rigid, why are these two older girls sitting by his side? he feels nervous all of a sudden, and wonders if this is normal. he looks nervously to luke, who seems to be the only one capable of providing actual guidance in these types of situations.Â
luke doesnât say anything, instead heâs too busy looking at you.Â
âhaving daddy issues?â the girl on his right, whoâs not you, asks.Â
âum i guess,â percy answers, but heâs not confident in his words at all.Â
the girl chuckles at him, a hand coming up to ruffle his blonde hair, and percy watches as her eyes twinkle with something akin to childish mischief.Â
âmaybe youâre her step-brother,â she says, gesturing towards you with a tip of her chin.Â
âare you a child of aphrodite?â percy asks, because maybe this nice girl is referring to ares as his father.Â
you stop chewing your dinner, shock crossing your features. the other three teens all burst into laughter, and percy doesnât understand whatâs wrong with his question. youâre pretty enough, and you seem to possess a tiny bit of mean girl energy (cause only regina george would have demolished clarisse like that). therefore, the logical conclusion is that youâre related to aphrodite. besides, arenât ares and aphrodite secretly dating? so heâd be your step-brother?Â
âwhat?â he asks, looking around.Â
âaphrodite is not my mother,â you answer, white-knuckling the fork.Â
âoh,â he says, âso who is?âÂ
percy watches as your jaw clenches, and you flash a dangerous look in lukeâs direction. luke lifts his hands up in a state of defense, as if to say that he didnât put percy up to this. you, however, donât seem to believe him as you take one of the green grapes on your plate and chuck it at him. luke catches the grape in his mouth, chewing slowly with a smirk on his face.Â
âalmost sweetheart,â he taunts.Â
you scoff before getting up from the table, with your plate, and walking towards the firepit in the middle of the pavilion. on your way over, you stick your fingers through lukeâs curls, and shove his face down towards his mashed potatoes.Â
âdid i do something wrong?â he asks, looking at the remaining girl to his right.Â
ânah, sheâs always like that,â she answers.
âyeah,â chris mumbles, âif anyone knows itâs katrina.âÂ
they jump into their own conversation and percy watches as you drop your entire dinner into the fire pit. the flames turn a deep purple and you nod in satisfaction before walking off towards the cabins.Â
he canât figure out who likes the color purple, but wonders if it had anything to do with luke. however, he knows not to ask.
hermes cabin, day two, night
percy was supposed to be asleep twenty minutes ago, at least thatâs when luke called for lights out and everyone crawled into bed. but, he really needs to use the bathroom. poor planning on his part, not going before bed time, but he knows heâll never make it until morning. so, he gets up as quietly as possible, slips on his blue hoodie, and tip-toes towards the door of the hermes cabin.Â
he hesitates for a moment, hearing two people talking quietly outside the door. he waits patiently, hoping that theyâll leave, but their conversation only keeps going.Â
âand annabethâs sure about this?â someone asks, and percy realizes that itâs you.
the other person scoffs, âyou doubting my sister?â, and percy pinpoints the voice as lukeâs.
ânever. iâm doubting him,â you answer.
âcâmon, you know clarisse picks on everybody,â luke mumbles.
thereâs a pause in the conversation, and percy thinks maybe youâve left or moved on, but then your voice rings out into the quiet of the night:Â
âi have this feeling that heâs important, but i canât figure out why.âÂ
another pause.Â
âweâll see when he gets claimed,â luke answers.Â
âif he gets claimed,â you reply.Â
âhe will, even if itâs hera style,â luke says, and percy canât help himself from opening the door.Â
âyour momâs hera? i thought she didnât have kids!â percy shouts, shocking both you and luke.Â
you jump, and percy watches as you move to hide the bright orange vape in your hand. you wave away some of the smoke, and luke steps slightly in front of you, blocking your body from percyâs view. he notices the protective edge in lukeâs posture, and how there was already very little space between you two.Â
âwhat are you doing out past curfew?â luke asks, staring percy down.Â
âi could ask you the same thing, but for the record, iâm going to the bathroom,â percy explains, standing his guard.Â
âjust be quick, and watch out for the harpies,â you advise, tugging on the back of lukeâs camp counselor shirt.Â
percy nods before walking by the two of you to head down the stairs. once heâs a little ways away, he risks a glance back at the hermes cabin porch. youâre still standing there with luke, his palms resting on your waist as he rubs circles with his thumb on your exposed skin. you two are whispering about something, but he canât figure out what. he sees you slip luke your vape, but looks away when the older boy takes a hit.Â
that seemed oddly intimate.Â
lakeshore, day three, post-capture the flag
heâs in for it now, at least thatâs what he assumes when he sees half of clarisseâs spear in his fist. she screams loudly, and percy hopes that youâll hear and come to his rescue. thankfully, his saving grace comes in the form of the head counselor of the hermes cabin.Â
luke comes rushing down the side lines, holding the red flag high above his head. several people are following him, the entire blue team in fact, but percy can easily pinpoint you in the crowd. you donât have a helmet on, which isnât surprising to him; it fits your character. he notices how the baby hairs stick to your sweaty forehead, yet your eyes are bright and happy. this has to be the happiest heâs seen you.Â
your eyes never leave luke, even as he accepts hugs, handshakes, and overall congratulations from the other members of the team. finally, after the novelty of winning wears off, and his siblings finally give luke some space, you walk over to him. you shoulder check him, causing him to stumble a little on his feet, but the happiness doesnât leave either of your eyes.Â
percyâs eyebrows furrow in confusion. youâre mean to luke, but youâre also not mean to luke.Â
âwhereâs my hug at?â luke asks, opening his arms wide for you.Â
you snort at him, shoving him backwards with a firm hand on his chestplate. luke doesnât seem to mind, however, as his smile widens and he pulls off his helmet. he shakes his head back and forth, letting his curls loose after being confined for so long. percy watches you watch him, bottom lip between your teeth. luke opens his mouth, ready to say something, but you prevent him from even doing so. instead, you grab onto the brown leather straps of his armor, and pull his lips down to yours.
all the campers ring out in cheers. some of them even clap at the display of affection from the two of you.Â
âso theyâre dating?â he asks no one in particular.Â
âyes,â annabeth answers from beside him.Â
he turns to look at her, understanding washing over him. you and luke are perfect for each other, balancing each other out. percy hopes heâll find something like that with someone. he looks around camp, and his eyes land on annabeth, who magically appeared next to him.Â
âhey waitâŠwere you here the whole time?â percy asks her, feeling a little angry that she basically watched him get his ass kicked by clarisse.Â
âpercy,â she starts, âiâm really sorry about this,â and she pushes him into the water.
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Steveâs parents send him on a gap year after high school in hopes that itâll get him ready to apply to colleges and become a proper adult. They let him choose any of their three vacation homes so he chooses their condo in Paris.
Heâs expected to find a job and himself.
The bakery down the block from the condo is owned by two old men who donât wanna open anymore because they like sleeping in and sipping on their coffee on their balcony. Steve is happy to take over.
Especially when he sees the guy who works at the wine store across the road.
Heâs in by 8 every morning, waving to the people coming in and out of the bookshop next to him and the bike repair shop next to them. His smile is contagious, and Steve often finds himself completely distracted by it even if heâs helping customers.
His long hair is always down when he gets there, but by the time Steve sees him leave in the afternoon, itâs pulled up and he has a sweaty sheen across his skin.
Steve decides to visit on his day off, maybe grab a bottle of wine even though he hates every wine heâs ever had to sip on at family functions.
But the man isnât there when he stops by, or at least not at the counter. An older man is there, wrapping a bottle in paper for a customer who seems like they visit often.
Itâs a small store, no bigger than the bakery, so itâs not like the guy could be hiding somewhere.
âLooking for something?â The older man asks as he walks around the counter towards Steve with a smile.
âOh. Um.â
âYouâre lookinâ for Ed right?â The old manâs smile turned into a smirk. âEd! Customer!â
The man Steve had been seeing every morning and afternoon was suddenly rushing from the back of the store, clipboard in hand, hair sticking to his neck and forehead.
âHi! What can I help you with?â
Steve could think of quite a few things he could help him with, but it probably wasnât appropriate to say in front of someone else in his place of work.
âSorry. Do you need me to speak French?â The man, Ed, asked in flawless French.
âNo,â Steve assured. âI work in the bakery across the street. Just wanted to come by and say hi.â
Edâs brows furrowed as he turned to the older guy who was already back at the counter trying to look busy.
âDoes David need a bottle for something? He usually has Wayne pick his pairings.â
Steve shook his head. âNo, not that I know of. Iâve justâŠum. Well, this is actually weirder now that Iâm here. So I think Iâll go. Sorry to waste your time!â
Steve turned to go, but a hand grabbed his arm, tugging him back.
âAre you always this awkward?â Ed asked. Steve looked up from his feet to see him smiling. âItâs kind of cute.â
âSteve.â
âSteve. How about you come taste our sample bottle for the day? Maybe itâll take the edge off,â Eddie offered, gesturing towards a side table that had an open bottle of wine and small sample glasses. âYou like rosĂ©?â
âI donât really know.â
âThen letâs find out.â
Turns out Steve didnât mind rosĂ© that much, but maybe that was the company. The flavor was a bit less bitter than he was used to, going down much smoother without leaving a burning sensation on his tongue.
And later, after Eddie had talked to him for nearly an hour about himself and the store and his uncle who took him in and worked for him, Steve leaned in and got a taste of the rosĂ© on Eddieâs tongue.
Steve decided he liked wine more than he thought.
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Guy and a Gain
âSure, sheâs cute. But she canât give a decent blow job to save her life,â Guy shrugged, checking out the girls on the dancefloor with his football buddy, Rich.Â
âYouâve slept with her already?â Rich asked, always impressed by Guyâs prowess.Â
âOf course I have. Look at her. Sheâs the prettiest girl in here by far,â he nodded down at her. âBut she has no instincts when it comes to giving head. Sheâs been my biggest disappointment since I arrived on campus.â
âIâm sure she could learn,â Rich shrugged, still taken with the girl. He was tall and broad and enough of a catch for her. However, he didnât have the natural good looks, strapping build and height that made it so effortless for Guy to pick up whoever he wanted on a night out.
âIf you want her, go buy her a drink,â Guy shrugged. âBut Iâm telling you, youâll be disappointed. If itâs a decent blow job youâre after tonight, you canât go wrong with a fat girl. Theyâre always out to please. Gay guys too - awesome at taking a dick in their mouth.â
âDude!â Rich shot back, taking a step back in horror. âYouâre telling me youâre gay?â
Guy laughed, rolled his eyes and shook his head. He strapped his big arm over Richâs shoulders and pulled him back in. âDonât be that guy,â he stated warningly. âNot if you and I are going to be friends. Itâs not the nineties. You hear what Iâm saying?â he asked, turning his head to Rich. There was no denying which of them would win in a fight, so he wasnât about to take some outdated homophobic shit just because the idiot came from some backwards ghost town in the midwest. âI love sex. And I stick my dick wherever it feels good. Thatâs just the kind of man I am.â
Rich seemed to get that heâd been out of line and he nodded respectfully. All the boys on the football team looked up to Guy, not just for his sporting capability and strength, but because he genuinely didnât seem to give a crap about what others thought about him. He was smart and sharp; perfectly suited to the business degree he was studying. âSo whoâs given you the best time since we started college?â he asked.
âYouâd be surprised,â Guy chuckled. âI have this skinny little geek in the room next to mine. You could tell he was a total virgin until I came along, but⊠fuck me! The boy is a natural when it comes to sucking. And so convenient, right next door. I donât even have to knock.â
Rich nodded; his world view was a little less narrow than it had been a few minutes ago and he now seemed genuinely interested in his team mateâs extensive experiences in the bedroom. They chatted a bit more, until Guy saw the girl he wanted that night. Short, round and eyeing him like crazy. Heâd give her a night sheâd never forget!
âShe was a bit of a noisy one last night,â Mikey grumbled, sliding into the kitchen area the next morning.
Guy laughed and tore a large bite out of his toast with his teeth. âSorry, buddy,â he laughed. âI forgot you nerds all go to bed at 9am.â
Mikey rolled his eyes and poured himself some cereal. It was rare that they ever got the kitchen space to themselves like this, but Guy was always up for his gym session, no matter what time he went to bed. He sat there, hunched at the breakfast bar, his damp clothes sticking to his enormously muscular body. Even unshowered and stinking of sweat like this, he knew he could still get his favorite neighbor, Mikey, to go down on him in a microsecond.
âI noticed you brought home another fat girl,â Mikey commented next, grabbing the last of his own fresh milk that Guy had left him, after downing most of it post-workout. âYouâre making quite a habit of this.â
Guy rose to his feet and laughed, dropping his plate in the sink for Mikey to clean up after him and grabbing the boy by his hips from behind. âSpying on me, huh?â he whispered teasingly. The boy was at least half a foot shorter than him, melting the moment he was touched. âJealous, perhaps?â
Mikey moaned as he felt Guyâs lustful hands slide into his crotch to check how hard he was. âI just thoughtâŠâ he mumbled, âsome people find it odd when athletes like you date the fat girls.â
âBecause I really give a shit about what people think, donât I?â Guy chuckled back, peeling back Mikeyâs shorts so that his tight glutes were exposed. âI could fuck your skinny little ass later if you think it might balance things out a bit?â he teased. He strolled off to the refrigerator, leaving Mikey to cover himself back up before anyone else came in, perusing the shelf of food Mikey had bought for himself yesterday and seeing if there was anything he wanted to help himself to. âJust because you eat like a little sparrow...,â he sighed, seeing the boring items within and taking a large pot of yoghurt to eat in his bedroom, â... it doesnât mean that everyone else has to.â
Later that evening, Guy lay back on Mikeyâs bed, his head swirling from the intensity of the orgasm after shooting down his geeky neighborâs throat. Heâd never admit to his face how good Mikey was at this, but of the scores of people he had slept with since coming to college, Mikey was the only one heâd made a habit of going back to.
âHow was that?â the keen boy asked; his eyes watering from having taken Guy so far down his throat.
âAverage,â Guy lied, wishing the nerd would be quiet a few moments longer and allow him this period of pure bliss.
âNot like the fat girls you bring home with you then?â Mikey asked.
Guy opened his eyes and sighed, sitting up. âAre you still going on about that?â he grumbled, pulling his underwear back up his muscular legs and raising his butt to get them all the way up.
âI kinda wanted to ask you something?â Mikey tried next, in an oddly serious tone.
Again, Guy sighed impatiently. âWhat is it?â
âThese fat girls you go after⊠do you ever get horny thinking about them⊠yâknow⊠getting even fatter?â
Guy raised an eyebrow. What sort of an odd question was that? He shrugged his shoulders, deciding not to commit to an answer and see where the hell Mikey was going with this. âWhy do you ask?â
Mikey seemed emboldened by Guyâs response, getting up from his kneeling position on the floor and sitting on the chair by his desk. âItâs just⊠sort of a fantasy of mine,â he explained.
âMe fucking fat chicks?â Guy asked sceptically? He realised he knew so little about what genuinely got Mike going.
âNo. Not that,â he replied, shaking his head. âThereâs just something so kinky and submissive about getting fat for someone; becoming soft and out of shape.â
Guy looked across, even more puzzled, despite doing his best to hide it. âYou eat less food than anyone else I know,â he shot back. âYou wonât be getting fat anytime soon!â
Mikey nodded, as if Guy had hit the nail right on the head. âExactly!â he smiled. âImagine if someone pushed me to get fat for them! If some dominant guy made me eat all the things that forced my body to grow and grow for his own pleasure. How fucking sexy would that be?â
Nodding, Guy considered the idea. âYouâre definitely submissive enough,â he agreed, standing and pulling up his sweat shorts.Â
âYouâre not going to tell anyone I told you that, are you?â Mikey asked, suddenly panicked.
âWho the fuck do you think would be interested?â Guy laughed. âPeople are allowed to have kinks, yâknow? You need to lighten up a little!â
Mikey nodded back in agreement. Neither of them socialised within the same circles anyway. Guy was nothing if not liberal when it came to all things to do with sex. It was water off a duckâs back.
Mikey didnât mention the subject the next time Guy went over for his servicing, despite being surprisingly chatty about his day afterwards. Guy listened out of a vague politeness as he stretched out on Mikeyâs comfortable bed and watched the TV screen in the background. He could relax around Mikey. The guy didnât take any of this too seriously and never got clingy or sentimental. Sex was sex.
In fact, it was only as Guy spotted Mikey in the corner at a frat house party, that he realised he had never actually seen Mikey outside of the dorms until then. Their lives were so disconnected, with the exception of the thin wall that separated their dorm rooms. He waved politely, following the other athletes through to the kitchen, where the usual fun and drinking games took place.
Later that evening, with a circle of women swarming around him, Guy looked over to see a boy looking in Mikeyâs direction. Tall, slim and not unattractive, he gave Guy the distinct impression that he was interested in the nerdy boy. âDoes anyone know who that one is?â Guy asked the girls.
âThatâs just Aiden,â one replied. âHeâs got a crush on that guy over there,â she pointed at Mikey. âThey're on the same course together or something.â
Aiden? That name rang a bell. Guy was sure heâd heard that name mentioned by Mikey a few times in the past. It surprised him how little he had actually considered Mikeyâs life outside of their casual fucking. Of course Mikey was going to pique someone elseâs interest at some point. Guy wasnât the type to get into a relationship, but perhaps Mikey would be. Then what would happen? No more awesome blow jobs for a start. Normal people werenât good at sharing.
âHey, Mikey!â Guy suddenly shouted from across the room, catching sight of Aiden moving in, as if to make his move. âCome grab a drink with me.â
Mikey smiled and diligently headed over. There, Guy wrapped a big arm over his slim shoulders and slipped a shot into his hand. Guy himself didnât drink, never needing alcohol to make him fun at a party and refusing to fuck his training up with toxins that could impact his progress. There he stood, guarding the boy from any who may try to come near. Ten minutes was all they stayed after that, walking back to the dorms so that Aiden couldnât sneak his way towards Mikey when Guy wasnât looking.
âAre you coming in?â Guy asked, opening the door to his own bedroom and inviting Mikey inside.Â
âIâm honoured!â Mikey joked, having never been invited into Guyâs room before. He stepped over the threshold, into the dungeon of mess, sweat and sex.
The idea of Aiden had plagued Guyâs mind, suddenly making him realise just how much he had taken Mikey, and his awesome sucking skills, for granted. A gesture was required; a way to show the boy that his pleasure was important too. Guy stood in the middle of the room, planting his feet solidly and pulled the geek into him; kissing him passionately in an almost romantic manner. âDid you like that?â he grinned afterwards, knowing how well he could seduce when he wanted to. He pulled off his shirt and went in again, this time guiding Mikeyâs hands to explore his muscular chest. He needed Mikey to know what an absolutely perfect specimen he was if the boy was going to be asked out by Aiden soon; let him see what he would be missing out on if he got into a relationship. âLetâs take off your clothes,â Guy whispered next, undressing Mikey himself until his pants and underwear fell around his feet and he stood there naked, erect and longing for him.
Mikey seemed to appreciate how different this all was. Guy was the first to admit that he never really put the effort in when it came to his sessions with the boy next door. Then, when Guy started sliding his large hand up and down Mikeyâs hardness, the skinny boy moaned like he could climax at any time.
Guy had no intention of losing his fuck buddy. For the last hour, heâd been plotting how best to handle the situation, settling upon something he decided he could give Mikey better than anyone else. He threw open his closet door where a mirror rested on the other side, now reflecting Mikey perfectly back at himself.
âWhoâs that skinny little shit in the mirror?â Guy teased him, looking like a monster of pure muscle stood behind him.
In the mirror, Mikey watched Guyâs hand slowly sliding up and down his hardness; his lust filled eyes half closed and his jaw slack.
âI want you to do something for me,â Guy whispered next. âI want you to drink my protein shakes,â he nodded backwards to the little minibar that also served as a bedside table for him. âFive hundred and eighty calories each,â
Mikey turned and looked up at him, as if the reflected version was merely a mirage. âYou want me to drink all your shakes?â he asked, as if worried he had misunderstood.
âYeah, I doâŠâ Guy nodded down at him. âEvery last drop.â
Guy could feel Mikey almost quivering with arousal. He bent down to his little fridge and popped the lid on one of his shakes.
âYou know what these will do to you, right?â Guy grinned. âThese arenât made for skinny little dweebs like you. Boys who drink these and donât exercise⊠they start toâŠâ he whispered, keeping Mikey hanging on his every word. â...They start to get a little fat!ââ
Mikey nodded with absolute submission; his hands twitching to take the bottle from Guyâs large hand.
âSay goodbye to the skinny boy,â Guy laughed, nodding at the reflection once more, before twisting the mirror slightly so that the angle changed. Then he sat himself against the headboard of his bed. He spread his legs, pulling Mikey to sit into his crotch with his back resting against his strapping chest. Cleverly, Mikey could still see everything in the mirror as Guyâs hand rose up his neck, tipping his head back so that it rested on his muscular shoulder. Then those strong fingers pressed into Mikeyâs cheeks, opening the jaws and turning Mikeyâs mouth into the perfect pouring hole for the shake.
The mixture was cold. Guy took his time, adding a little at a time, as if making Mikey work for it. He theatrically rubbed the boyâs throat, like he was encouraging a good swallow; then went straight back to work on that aching erection. Once one bottle was down, Guy could reach with his giant arm span down into his minibar for the next, without even having to move Mikey. Then, down went another, and another.
âCan you see whatâs happening?â Guy whispered, rubbing a hand over Mikeyâs bloating stomach.
âIt looks so big!â Mikey moaned back, with Guy having to pull his hand away from the boyâs erection once again in order to stop him climaxing.
âThis is what youâre going to grow for me,â Guy demanded. âEvery day, everything you eat⊠all for me.â
Mikey moaned so loudly now, it felt almost cruel to deny him his orgasm any longer. âYes!â he nodded emphatically. âI swear. I absolutely swear!â
Guy only needed to touch him for a few seconds and the eruption that followed was more explosive than any he had ever seen a guy make. He looked at the splatter above the headboard behind them and chuckled. It was almost as high as he could get it himself. This was certainly a strange kink that Mikey had, but Guy felt that he had made his point well. No one was going to indulge this geek in his fantasies about weight gain; at least, not like Guy could. So why would Mikey need to look for connections anywhere else?
A few days later, Guy did a double take as he looked on Mikey's shelf in the refrigerator for food he could steal after his workout. Gone were the boring, sensible ingredients, replaced with high carb options, sugars and high fat dairy. Guy almost thought he was just confused, until he checked out the cupboard that Mikey kept for himself as well, finding a similar story. He frowned in confusion, wondering whether people had reorganised the kitchen space, until the encounter with Mikey nights before came back to him. Was the boy actually going to have a go at gaining a few pounds? How cute was that? But would this mean that Guy would have to buy more of his own food whilst Mikey was going through this little phase of his?Â
The normally fresh and clean smell of Mikeyâs room was tainted by spices and the sweaty, grease stained food containers that piled up on the boyâs desk. Mikey himself looked bloated and sluggish, his stomach stretched so much that he was obviously in some discomfort. Guy looked down at him, trying to hold back a laugh. âSomeoneâs been enjoying himself!â he teased.
Mikey nodded. âIf Iâd have known you wanted to stop by tonight, Iâd have saved the pizza so you could watch me eat it all for you.â
Guy wondered what on Earth Mikey expected him to get out of watching him eat a pizza. Was it supposed to be kinky? Like the protein shakes? Perhaps it was part of the submission aspect. All the same, it sounded more than a little dull. But this was Mikeyâs kink and Guy was hardly about to shame him about it. On the contrary, how exciting that the otherwise vanilla boy was actually doing something that he genuinely found thrilling. âWeâll have a little fat belly on you in no time!â he smirked, reaching down to pat the clearly overstuffed stomach.
Like a flip switching in Mikeyâs mind, the boy instantly became more aroused. Guy took notice, rubbing the stomach more and more, until Mikey finally fished out Guyâs boner and set his magic mouth to work.
âHave you seen Mikey recently?â asked Hannah, a former conquest of Guy's and the girl who lived across the hallway. âHeâs seriously packed on the Freshman Fifteen.â
âYou probably just saw him after heâd had a meal,â Guy replied knowingly. âHe tends to eat a lot in one go. He gets bloated.â
Hannah shook her head, not accepting the excuse in the slightest. âThis was first thing in the morning. He has actual love handles!â she stated emphatically.
Now it was Guyâs turn to shake his head. Heâd only been in to play with Mikey a few days before the Spring Break and he hadnât noticed any sign of love handles before then.
Hannah laughed. âSeriously!â she chuckled. âIâm not making this up.â
Guy marched down the corridor and knocked on Mikeyâs door, making Hannah laugh as she stayed in the kitchen. âWakey, wakey!â he called out, knowing that the boy was rarely up at this time on a Saturday. In the short space of time that it took a groggy Mikey to get out of bed, the door clicked unlocked and in Guy went, closing the door behind him. The dark, hunched form of Guyâs drowsy neighbor slipped straight back into bed. Instead, Guy strolled over to the window and threw them open dramatically. âTime to get up!â he teased.Â
As light flooded the room, Guy could see the mess of wrappers and containers that was testament to how much Mikey had been overfeeding himself since he arrived back on Wendesday night. He laughed to himself, picking up some of the mess and putting it on the boyâs desk. Then, knowing that it would frustrate Mikey, he reached for the duvet and yanked it away with full force, uncovering the entirely naked boy lying on his front underneath.
Guyâs eyes flew to the little rounded pads of flesh on Mikeyâs side, the skin starting to crease and mark the area more clearly: love handles, without a shadow of a doubt. âHo, ho!â he blasted in amusement. âLook at you!â he marvelled, reaching his big hand down onto his neighborâs glute and finding it was squishy and significantly bouncier, with clearly added mass to it. âSomeone is actually getting chubby!â he teased, absolutely astonished with the difference. That skinny little ass was gone, replaced with something much more meaty and even a little feminine.
Despite his tiredness, Mikey wrigged with arousal at the touch as Guy began playing with the softness that even spread down into his thighs. He rolled over; his erection already sizable as he tried to open his eyes and look towards Guy, even with the harsh light coming in through the window behind him.
What was happening to Mikeyâs chest? Guy inspected further. The nipples seemed softer and the blubbery build up in the boyâs love handles was further spread across his stomach, deepening his belly button. âStand up,â Guy demanded. âI want to look at you properly.â
Mikey did as he was told, Guy placed his hands on the boyâs shoulders, guiding him over to the mirror, so that he could see all angles at once.
âFuck!â Guy laughed, seeing what a transformation had been silently happening behind his back. He felt proud. The biggest complaint people had about Mikey, here in the dorms, was that he was a fairly dull and boring person. Well, look at him now! This was hardly boring. The kinky little fucker was actually doing something none of them would ever have the guts to do. âIâm pleased,â Guy told him honestly, looking at his face in the reflection. âHow does it feel for you?â
At this Mikeyâs hands began exploring himself, grabbing at the fat and jiggling where he could with the tips of his fingers. âAmazing!â he whispered back, bursting with arousal.
âWell thenâŠâ Guy smiled, placing his hand back on Mikeyâs chubby glute: his favorite new feature by far. â...You have to keep going,â he stated. âKeep eating and eating. Add more and more fresh fat onto this frame of yours.â
âI will,â Mikey nodded back obediently. âIf itâs what you want. Iâll keep going as far as I can!â
Guy had never seen Mikeyâs dick dribbling with arousal so easily. If this weight gain and submission was what aroused him so much, there was no way he could let it stop. âItâs what I want,â Guy agreed. âI want you to grow a proper fat belly, just for me.â
The pair kissed. Guy had never felt Mikey moan and collapse into him quite so much; like a ragdoll, ready to be played with.
âI know whatâll helpâŠâ Guy laughed, pulling down his pants and tugging on his own semi-erection until it was pumped and hard. âLetâs lubricate your throat ready for a full day of eating,â he joked cheekily.
Immediately, Mikey slipped to his knees. His jaws opened and he hungrily took the whole of Guyâs enormous erection down his throat like no one else on campus could. It took Guy by surprise each time, how instantaneous the pleasure was. He had to spread his legs a little more and reach one hand out to steady himself on the wall for fear that he may fall over. He didnât need to press Mikeyâs head into his crotch. The boy needed no guidance in the slightest. It was all just so perfect.
An involuntary moan escaped Guyâs lips. Now that his fuck buddy was getting fat, he wouldnât have to worry about someone trying to steal him away. Mikeyâs mouth was all his.
No one on campus was aware that Guy and Mikey were anything more than casual acquaintances, and so no one was cautious about discussing Mikey weight gain around Guy. The overall feeling was one of amusement. In many ways, it was understandable. Mikey had indeed been incredibly thin at the start of the year and he was heading towards the summer looking significantly softer and padded. For the most part, Guy simply ignored it, or tried to move the conversations away. He wasnât about the campus drama and the behind the scenes bad-mouthing like some of the others. Sure, people were going to talk, but they didnât have the full story in the same way that Guy did.
The final football game of the season arrived and Guy was pumped for it. He didnât get nervous like the others seemed to. He was also bigger than everyone else on the field, not weighed down by excess weight, making him lighter on his feet than the opposition ever expected from him. Heâd been buzzing the entire morning, heading to the gym for a full session despite the advice from his coach to rest that morning. He simply had too much energy to spare. He knocked on Mikeyâs door wondering whether the boy was up for a little fun before he had to leave. Unlike everyone else in the dorms, Mikey never came down to the games. He simply wasnât into sports, and that was fair enough. In fact, Mikey seemed entirely oblivious to the fact that it was even taking place that day, answering the door and ushering Guy inside excitedly.
âLook what I bought!â the chubby boy smiled, leading Guy over to his desk where a large, round cake sat waiting for a party of twenty people to come in and start feasting upon it. âIâm going to try and eat it all this afternoon!â he beamed.
Guy chuckled to himself, seeing the erection already pressing against Mikeyâs sweatshorts. âYou go for it, buddy!â he smiled, clapping the boy on his back. His enthusiasm for overeating and putting on weight was almost infectious at times. He lifted the plastic lid and swept his finger around the edge, gathering a decent amount of cream which Mikey excitedly sucked off.
âDo you want to feed it to me?â Mikey asked, pulling his shirt off to reveal his softening torso.
Inwardly, Guy sighed with disappointment. How long would that take? He had to leave in twenty minutes or so, and if Mikeyâs mouth was going to be occupied that entire time, there was no chance of a quick blow job.Â
âHow aboutâŠâ Guy began, lifting his own shirt off and dropping his shorts and underwear, â...we both have a little fun at the same time?â
âWhat did you have in mind?â Mikey asked, watching as Guy pulled out the lubricant from the drawer and squirted it into his hand.
Guy looked down at him with a smirk. Then he reached a hand into Mikeyâs crack and began preparing the area, making the boy moan with arousal as his large fingers brushed and gently penetrated. Mikey pulled down his underwear to help him and was soon leaning into it so much that Guy could give him a decent warm up.
Having a firm press down on his back, Mikey obediently slipped onto all fours. Guy reached for the cake and placed it underneath the boyâs face. âReady?â he asked, reaching for Mikeyâs jaw, as if loosening it up for better movement and stretch.
Mikeyâs eyes were on the prize. His head was lowered down into it, perhaps more than he was expecting, his nose now pressing into the sponge and his tongue lapping it all up with ferocious speed.
Guy assumed his position, grabbing a condom, sliding his hardness into Mikeyâs gaping butt and sighing with pleasure. As blessed as most people told him he was with such a large dick, Guy found he was rarely allowed to settle into his own good rhythm when penetrating. There was simply too much of him to handle. WIth Mikey, however, the boy just seemed to relax so much, it was like total freedom for Guy. After wincing the initial time they had tried this, Mikey took to it with ease. He was the only one Guy could properly deliver what he referred to as a âthorough poundingâ.
Through the mirror, Guy could see that Mikeyâs face was now covered in cake as he tried to gorge himself at the same time as his body was getting pumped from behind. Guy laughed, happy to take the control that Mikey offered up so willingly. âCome on!â he chuckled. âYou can do better than that!â he called out encouragingly, seeing Mikeyâs tongue scrabbling about trying to lick up as much as he could.
The fat on Mikeyâs back had really come a long way since they had last done this. The love handles in particular seemed to ripple and bounce out of sync with the rest of his body. The bones in his shoulder blades were less severe and an emerging softness appeared to be forming just under his arms. However, the boyâs butt was the centerpiece; the way it was spread so wide and felt so much softer to the touch as Guy gripped on.
A moan started emanating from Mikey. In the mirror, his eyes were rolling up into his head. He began oinking - actually oinking, as he continued to gorge himself. Guy sped up. There was nothing he got off to more than seeing someone else genuinely getting lost in the moment. Mikey was letting go like never before.
âThatâs it!â Guy cried out. âOink like a pig!â
Without even a hand anywhere near his own hardness, it was obvious that Mikey was climaxing. His face fell upon the cake and he groaned louder than he ever had during sex before. The whole thing made the pleasure build upon Guy with rapid speed; almost taken by surprise as he felt himself squirt.
Guy wiped the sweat from his brow and sighed in relief. Heâd rarely felt so completely satisfied before. He pulled out, stopping only momentarily to chuckle at the wide, gaping hole he left behind, then unpeeled the condom and began dressing himself. The mess was everywhere, cake smashed into the carpet that would take some time to scrub out.
âThanks for that,â Guy smiled, looking down at the fat boy who had rolled onto his doughy rear and not even attempted to clean any of the cake off his face yet. He too seemed to be enjoying momentary bliss, grabbing at the first roll of his fattened stomach like it was the most precious thing in the world. Guyâs work was done here.
During the summer months, Guy had sweet talked his way into an internship with a local company, hoping to boost his CV for when he finished his degree in a further two years. He didnât need to be told that his pretty face would be an asset for the company, but he was surprised at how much more he was interacting with the clients than the others in his position. A well fitting shirt and a tight pair of pants never failed to make things easier for him to charm pretty much everyone he was around. Heâd briefly dated a couple of girls, wanting to experience the steamy âsummer loveâ of his old high school days. However, Guy was not about to settle down for anyone.
Mikey, meanwhile, had taken a job at a fast food restaurant back in his hometown; returning to campus that year looking like he hadnât stopped eating the entire time. Quite a few of them had applied to stay in the dorms and been successful, but there was still plenty of fresh meat for Guy to enjoy about the place.
Guy remembered being quite taken aback when he saw the full stomach on Mikey after their time apart. It had morphed from a tight paunch to a full starter gut, complete with pointed and juicy-looking nipples. Had the boy seriously eaten nothing but fast food all summer? A simple rub of Mikeyâs stomach or jiggle of his fleshy rear never failed to get the new chub horny, and Guy was all in for that. He thought back to the previous year and how forward heâd had to be with shy Mikey just to let him know that he was interested. Sex had not been a part of Mikeyâs life before then, and now look at him: his entire body turned into a playhouse of his kinkiest sexual fantasies! Guy felt nothing but pride.
âYou knew Mikey from last year, right?â asked Samantha, a clearly high-maintenance fresher girl who had moved in last week. âMaybe you can get through to him.â
âWhy?â Guy asked, wondering what seemed to be so urgent.
âYou need to let him know that we donât want to see his belly hanging out anymore. Heâs just bent down into the refrigerator and I had about four inches of his butt crack staring back at me!â
Guy laughed. âIs that all?â he sighed in relief. âI thought something was wrong.â
Samantha exhaled in shock. âSomething is wrong!â she blasted. âHe canât be allowed to keep walking around in clothes that are that tight! Itâs disgusting!â
âLeave him be,â Guy shrugged. âYou donât need to be around him if you donât want to.â
âThere are some guys who make fun of him on his course,â Samantha pressed on. âIf heâd just wear a damn sweatshirt or something to try and make himself look like less of a target, Iâm sure theyâd leave him alone.â
At this, Guy stood up from his chair, suddenly filled with anger. âWhoâs been making fun of him?â he demanded, ready to go and see to them, right there and then.
âMikey is the one who needs speaking to!â Samantha shot back. âGo ask him who the guys are. Maybe you can talk some sense into him.â
Shaking his head with annoyance, Guy stormed down the corridor and let himself into Mikeyâs room without even knocking. The boy was sitting at his desk, still pushing a large tray of cream cakes he had collected from the refrigerator when he had offended Samantha so much. He turned in surprise, seeing Guy bursting in on him like this.
âWhoâs making fun of you on your course?â Guy asked, closing the door behind him.
Mikey smiled; his chubby cheeks and chin showing all the more. âOh, you heard about that?â he chuckled. âA couple of the new freshmen: Dan and Alec.â
âYouâll need to point them out to me,â Guy demanded, clearly annoyed. âIâll soon sort them out.â
Mikeyâs face was one of pure amusement. âNot everything is a problem that needs fixing,â he simply replied, pushing a cream cake into his mouth.
âWhat is it they say to you?â Guy pressed on.
Mikey chewed and swallowed. âOh, lots of things!â he giggled. âFat Boy, Pig, Piggy, Lardass!â
Guy could feel his heart beating faster with frustration However, Mikey seemed entirely relaxed and happy. âWait a minuteâŠâ Guy stopped him. âIs this one of those things..?â he pondered. âAre you⊠Do you get off on this? The guys treating you that way?â
Mikey raised his eyebrows cheekily, not needing to say anything further.
âThatâs why your clothes are so tight this year, isnât it? You actually want people to comment?â Guy asked next, feeling like he had delved further than ever before into the mind of his part-time lover.
Again, Mikey only pressed a cake into his mouth and smirked.
Guy felt all the pent-up frustration in him release. A great wave of affection for Mikey swept through him and he reached out a hand to pull the chubby boy up from his chair, leaning him back into his great arms like he was trying to seduce him all over again. âYouâre the kinkiest little fucker Iâve ever come across,â he smiled with delight. âYou know that right?â
Mikey swallowed and grinned back. âYou started this,â he stated, rubbing his easily accessible belly fat as his overly short t-shirt rode up.
Guy looked down at the boyâs gut and nodded. âI sure did!â he teased. âAnd what a good piggy youâve turned out to be!â he smirked, trying the word out now he knew a little more about how it excited Mikey.
The chub seemed to melt into him further. They kissed and then quickly undressed for the inevitable.
The Spring was upon them once again as Guy invited Mikey over to his room for a quiet evening together. Mikey always seemed more aroused to be in Guyâs room for whatever reason. Perhaps it was the knowledge that Guy had fucked and pleasured so many people between those sheets of his. The large athlete was sitting propped up against the headboard, romantically caressing Mikey as he leant against his naked chest and watched a movie with him.
Watching movies was not usually Guyâs thing. Heâd often been accused of having an attention difficulty in school, making him restless and troublesome in class, despite the high grades he always came away with. But here, with Mikey, Guy felt complete relaxation, rubbing that fat stomach that had been grown for him and laughing together at the funny parts of the picture.
âThereâs actually a gainer event happening not too far away in a couple of months,â Mikey explained, scrolling through his cell phone.
âWhen is it?â Guy asked. âI can take you.â
Mikey mumbled nervously. âIâm not so sure itâs my thingâŠâ he fretted. âIâd be too nervous.â
At this, Guy laughed. âNervous? You?â He rubbed Mikeyâs large stomach. The boy was now a full one hundred and twenty pounds heavier than he had been when the pair met over eighteen months ago, standing at a full two hundred and sixty pounds despite his fairly average height. Heâd battled name-calling, family disapproval and public wardrobe malfunctions aplenty. âYouâre the bravest person I know.âÂ
Again, Mikey grumbled in disagreement.
Guy quickly did an internet search on his cell phone and found it himself. âThere!â he declared a minute later, putting his cell phone back on the bed beside him. âTwo tickets. One for me, and one for my lardass!â he teased, kissing Mikey on the back of his head and squeezing him once more. âIâlll book us a nice hotel later too.â Picking up a few modelling jobs had definitely helped make Guyâs life a little easier of late, and there was no one who deserved a treat more.
As the date approached, Mikey had gone into a frenzy of calorie consuming, determined to look the part for a gainer event. The boy was just a frustrating couple of pounds shy of three hundred when Guy took his chubby little hand and led him inside.Â
Guy had never seen so many huge men in the same room and they eyed him suspiciously until they saw that his hand was placed appreciatively on Mikeyâs broad butt as they stood to the side of the dancefloor.
âThere are still quite a few small guys,â Guy whispered to Mikey, who had been worried about not being fat enough for weeks. âA few dad bods with only a little gut to show for themselves.â
Mikey nodded, feeling better and more relaxed as others started coming up to them, wanting to know their story.
âThat personâs been checking you out all night,â Guy nodded over at a slender and handsome man in the corner.
âNo he hasnât,â Mikey shot back.
âTrust me, when people arenât checking me out, I notice,â Guy replied. âHeâs definitely interested in you.â
Mikey smiled, rather flattered.
âWho knows, he might be open to a littleâŠâ Guy winked, having learned recently that Mikey had a small fantasy about having a threesome. Guy waved his arm and beckoned the man over to them, despite Mikeyâs nervous protests.
The admirer introduced himself as Henry and he admitted to having attended plenty of these types of events in the last few years. âWhatâs your weight?â he asked Mikey; an outrageous question in any other circumstances but these.
Guy jumped in to answer. âHeâs just hit three-twenty,â he lied. He was only one hundred and forty pounds two years ago.â
âThatâs impressive!â Henry nodded, clearly more interested than ever.
âHeâs been a high achiever his whole life,â Guy smiled, wrapping his strong large arm over Mikeyâs shoulders with pride.
Henry wanted to know more about their situation and circumstances. Were they an item? Was it casual? Was Guy really a feeder? But when the time came to ask him if he wanted to come back to the hotel with them, Henry did not decline. They stopped for takeout on the way, with Henry very clearly getting off on how much Mikey was able to eat: being so assertive with the chub, clearly setting high expectations from the start. Then they all headed back, making every pleasurable second all about Mikey; just as he deserved.
At the end of another summer, Guy and Mikey embarked upon their final year of college. Mikeyâs weight had continued to creep up, with his face now properly framed by a large double chin and his upper arms finally starting to puff up and broaden him up a bit.
âI actually met up with Henry a couple of times this summer,â Mikey explained casually as the pair of them lay awkwardly facing each other on the narrow single bed in Guyâs room.
Guy instantly felt ashamed of the giant wave of jealousy that washed over him. Heâd slept with a countless number of people during their casual sex games of the last two years, yet he begrudged Mikey even this little thing in return. Still, he tried not to show his feelings, diligently asking questions and smiling encouragingly, as if this was all positive news.
âHenry really knows how to push me to eat,â Mikey went on. âIâve never eaten as much in my life! And it was all the type of stuff that he knew would only make me fatter.â
Guy nodded, concealing the inadequacy he felt. Heâd never really been what Mikey had wanted. He only knew the absolute basics of the feedism kink Mikey was so into and had, for the most part, got away without having to sit through many of the tedious feeding sessions Mikey seemed to enjoy so much. This whole affair with Mikey had started because Guy hadnât wanted anyone to take the champion blow-job boy away from him, yet he had unknowingly opened the floodgates during that fairly average threesome he had been a part of back at the gainer event. âAre you meeting up with him again?â he asked casually.
âHeâs coming here in December,â Mikey squeaked excitedly. âBut heâs given me strict instructions to continue to eat and grow before then. I honestly think he wants me to be absolutely huge!â
Guy smiled back at him, despite the sadness he felt. Mikey was undoubtedly slipping away from him.
That December, Guy had been away with the football team during the weekend of Henryâs visit. Even so, Mikeyâs weight had continued to increase at an almost alarming rate, both before and after the feeder had called over. It had been spurred on by the many messages and video calls the pair had made, despite the great geographical distance between them. Guy had so many other things on his mind, he tried to convince himself that it didnât bother him, but he was never fully successful. Mikey himself was now entirely unrecognisable, coated with giant amounts of fat all over his body. His frame had widened, with fat spilling out from his round gut and his nipples sagging right onto his swollen midsection. He walked slowly about the campus, usually carrying a backpack filled with fattening supplies from the nearby supermarket in order to further his weight gain. Likewise, Henry had begun ordering fast food to the dorms, increasing Mikeyâs intake even more and ensuring that the boy had surpassed three hundred and eighty pounds by April.
Guy knew that he couldnât get away with avoiding Henry a second time when he stopped by for an entire week that Spring, just before the final exam season got underway. The conversation was polite, but it was obvious that Henry wanted more time alone with Mikey, rather than having Guy tagging along.
âLetâs be realâŠâ Henry stated at the end of the week, taking advantage of the fact that Mikey had gone to the bathroom at the restaurant he was treating the two of them to a meal at. âYouâre not actually a feeder, are you?â
âWhat does that matter?â Guy shrugged. âIâve done pretty well getting Mikeyâs weight up. He would still be that skinny little twig if it wasnât for me.â
Henry shook his head and laughed. âNo he wouldnât!â he replied dismissively. âMikey is a fat boy, through and through! Iâve never come across anyone like him. If you hadnât been there, he would have found some other excuse to start piling the pounds on. Itâs just in him. Heâs meant to be absolutely enormous.â
Guy didnât have a response. In reality, heâd known as much from the very beginning. Mikey had never needed much encouragement to overeat, and heâd always seemed propelled to fatten by some force greater than a basic kinky subservience kink to Guy himself.
âIâm going to ask him to move with me to Phoenix when he finishes college next month,â Henry announced; his tone one of uncompromising assertiveness.
âPhoenix?â Guy gasped in alarm. âBut Iâll never see him!â
âWhat the hell did you think he was going to do when he finished college? Youâve got a job lined up here in the city, but what is there for Mikey? He doesnât have any family here. You really expected him to just hang around for you?â
Guy exhaled, knowing that they couldnât carry the conversation on with the fattened Mikey trotting back towards the table. He ground his teeth together, wondering how best to fight this plan to uproot Mikeyâs entire life and move him to Phoenix. But then he witnessed the boyâs delight the next day as Henry made the offer, and witnessed the tears days later as Henry had to leave him once more. It was over. Mikey had found the one he was really meant to be with.
âYouâll come and visit me, right?â Mikey asked as Guy dropped the last of Mikeyâs stuff in the back of Henryâs truck a few weeks later.
âOf course I will,â Guy nodded, trying to hold back on how cut up he felt that his time with Mikey was now over. âJust you try and stop me!â
The pair hugged warmly.
Next, Henry came up and shook Guyâs hand. Despite the silent animosity between them, there was an air of respect. Henry had been right, after all. Mikey needed a lot more than Guy could give him. This was the life that the fat boy coveted and deserved. But Henry was no idiot either. He knew what Guy was giving up; that he had fallen in love with the boy, and that his love was not returned; at least, not in the same way.
âCome on, Fatso!â Henry smiled, patting Mikey on his wide, blubbery butt. âWeâd best hit the road.â
Guy stood looking into the distance long after the truck went out of sight. One very massive chapter of his life had just ended, and another was about to begin.
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HOW DEEP âą SUGURU GETO
âŁïž Summary: Itâs rush week at your college and your boyfriend chooses to put his prospective fraternity above your relationship. When you find out, youâre left devastated and, well⊠in need of a SERIOUS cover-up considering youâd gotten his name tattooed on your ass just two months ago. Good thing famed tattooist, Suguru Geto, has a shop by campus.
Pairing: Tattoist Geto Suguru x Fem Reader
Tags: modern au, pierced geto, tattooed geto, smut, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v, cam sex, squirting, creampie, marking
WC: 7.6k
Art: yoroz_roz on Twitter!
A/N: This was a lot longer than I intended, youâre welcome!
Rush week. Youâd prepared yourself for this week to be stressful given the fact that youâre in a new state, far away from your family and friends for the first time in your life. You had decided to commit to the same university as your long-time boyfriend, RyĆmen, and so far, you guys have kept to yourselves and relished in the lack of parental hovering. The problem is, since rush week started, RyĆmenâs been busy with all things fraternity related and youâve been stuck trying to figure out college life on your own.
Normally being away from him wouldnât be so bad, it was always as simple as hanging out with friends from home or just cruising around your home state, but youâve got no friends here and no idea where to go to keep busy. Hence the dilemma at hand and the reason youâre in sweats and a sweater sitting cross legged on your bed in your dorm on a Friday night, of all nights. Your music plays loudly in your headphones, a soft vibration playing against your skull every time the bass thumps just right, your body idly bouncing with the beat. You donât even notice a voice sounding out until you feel a firm nudge against your shoulder, which makes you look to your side in surprise to see your roommate, Yuki, sitting next to you and waving to get your attention. Your fingers find the pause button on your phone and you slide your headphones down to wrap around your neck.
âDamn, girl, I was beginning to think you were in some sort of trance while praising the devil, jeez. What kind of music is that, anyways!?â She asks, her brows knitting together in both confusion and amusement as she looks at the song cover on your phone, shaking her head.
âS-sorry, sometimes I just need to drown the world out, yâknow?â You sheepishly respond, chuckling and flipping your phone around, a bit insecure. Normally, you wouldnât be so nervousâ back home, you had your clique and your tastes aligned perfectly. There was never a worry about being an outsider when in a group of a bunch of goth-grunge addicted teens. But, this was different. Youâre in California, now, and thereâs nothing but sun, bright colors, preppy girls all around you. You were the odd one out, now.
âGirl!â Yuki snaps in front of your face, making you realize youâd drifted off in thought while she was talking to you.
âSorry, sorry! What were you saying?â You ask, shaking yourself out of it and rolling your shoulders back, showing her youâre actively listening to whatever it is that sheâs trying to say.
âI was saying that you CLEARLY need to get out and what kind of roomie would I be if I didnât help you get what you need, hm? Get up. Thereâs a party at Phi Gamma tonight and you, my sweet shut-in, will be coming. No questions asked.â She tells you, already standing and grabbing your hand, dragging you to your closet and planting you there while she opens it.
One thing youâve learned since getting here and meeting Yuki? Arguing with her is futile. If she doesnât convince you to do something she thinks is for your own good the first go around, you bet your ass sheâs gonna take you by the neck and make you do it. Itâs sort of endearing, because you know she means well, itâs just not the type of personality youâre used to.
âAlright. Letâs see what youâve goâ oh? Youâve been holding out on me, I see! Whatâs with the constant sweats and sweaters when youâve got style like this!?â She asks after opening your closet, her eyes wide as she sees the amount of clothes, most being pre-made outfits, you have in there. Youâre grateful she doesnât mention the amount of black in your wardrobe thatâs only separated by bits of white and grey. âHere, this should be great, go shower and get ready. We leave in forty-five!â You feel the outfit being shoved against your chest before you even see it, making you chuckle at her eagerness before you head to the bathroom.
Thirty minutes later and youâve showered, done your hair, and perfected your makeup. Youâre wearing a black and grey striped sweater that stops mid-rib, dark denim shorts with torn fishnets beneath them, and Gaya 10-Eye Alt Doc Martensâ your favorites. You layered some chains, a choker, and a long belt atop your outfit to top it off and switch your two nose studs and septum piercing to silver jewelry to complement the outfit. You do the same with your earrings, nearly forgetting to. Your makeup is dark and sultry, as per usual, a black lip paired with black eyeshadow and liner save for a pop of dark purple in the center of your lids and your under eye. Your hair is down, a black bandana keeping it back save for two strands of hair you keep out in front of your face.
You make your way out of the bathroom and Yuki turns to you, her mouth falling open at the sight of you. âWhat⊠the⊠fuck? Ok I see why your boyfie kept you cooped up here for two weeks after move-in. Youâre hot, bitch! And these tattoos? They fuck. Hard.â She compliments you, making you chuckle. She gets closer to trace the cybersigilism tattoo that dawns your neck and collarbones, all the way down to the start of your cleavage. You raise your brow, a bit awkward given how comfortable she is, which she seems to realize, prompting her to step away. âSorry! Iâve just never seen tats like that before! The ones on your legs are insane, Iâd never cover up if I were you.â She shakes her head.
You shake your head and chuckle, but it does prompt a nagging voice in the back of your head asking you why exactly it is that youâve been covering up head to toe. Was it because youâre scared of being an outcast? Is the weather too hot? No, thatâs not it. You think back to a conversation you had with RyĆ about being more tame while you were sat on your bed in your dorm. Something about not wanting to seem like the average college e-girl who gets around freshman year. You frown at the memory and shrug at Yuki. âJust havenât had a reason to get dressed up yet.â You reason, making her shake her head, eyes still wide as she looks you over.
She stops ogling you to finish her own makeup, popping some lip gloss on before clapping once, turning to you. ââKay, letâs go!â
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The walk to Phi Gamma isnât bad in the least and youâre grateful for the California heat persisting through the night. If you were back in Washington, youâd have icicles dripping down your nose right now given itâs ten at night in the beginning of October.
You walk into the frat house with Yuki and youâre immediately suffocated with the smell of hookah smoke, ear-ruining loud music, and so many people. Too many to fit in the house, thatâs for sure, but thatâs never mattered when it came to parties.
âCâmon, letâs get you loosened up, first!â Yuki screams close to your ear so you hear her over the music, taking your hand to lead you to the kitchen. She pours you a cup of something dark before grabbing a coke and moving to pour that as well, but you hold your hand up to stop her.
ââM okay, I donât like mixers or chasers.â You tell her, making her raise her brows and hold her arms up as if to tell you to suit yourself, making you smile widely. You both down your drinks at the same time and she pours another with you both downing them again. With that, she leans close to your ear, speaking loudly enough for you to hear over the music.
âIâm gonna go see if I can find some weed, you smoke?â She asks and you shake your head.
âNot weed.â You respond, reaching in your pocket to show her your pack of Marlboros, scrunching your own face up in disgust and shame. Youâre slowly quitting, though, so you give yourself props for that.
She shrugs and heads off, leaving you to yourself. You look around, trying to find a good spot to hang out in before you head to it only to be stopped by a soft pair of hands. âHey! Youâre in my Neurophilosophy class!â You hear the girl say, making you shrug with a nod. âI didnât think Iâd see you here! Didnât seem like the type to like frat parties! Iâm Utahime.â She shouts, clearly a little tipsy judging by the red tint of her cheeks.
You offer her a kind smile and your name before you start heading toward the spot youâd sought out, but she catches your hand and stops you. âWait! Wanna dance? Itâs just that⊠youâre the only one here I know besides my dumbass friend whoâs probably off somewhere bragging about being âThe Honored Oneâ because he caught the Phi Gamma chicken for initiation. Apparently that warrants a parade in his name or something.â She says, rolling her eyes at said friendâs antics. When you raise your brow in confusion, she chuckles. âEvery year during rush week, Phi Gamma lets out this cursed looking demon chicken from Hell for their pledges to catch. They say it never gets caught before making it back to its coop, but leave it to him to do it. First time in seven years. Itâs silly, really.â She explains, waving the conversation away. âSo, will you?â
You donât know if itâs the alcohol, you pitying her situation, or just the fact that youâre happy to meet someone else who actively wants to hang out, but you find yourself saying yes and following her into the crowd of unbelievably sweaty frat boys and sorority girls doused in pink. Literally. Body paint everywhere. Youâre sure to avoid stains as you dance with Utahime, chucking as she does the robot to get you to crack a smile. As time passes, you find yourself dancing so close to her that youâre sure youâll merge into one being soon.
You let a bit more time pass before you decide on another drink, leaning forward to shout in her ear so she hears you. âIâm gonna get another drink, want one?â You ask, earning a head shake from her. Shrugging, you push through the crowd and find yourself in the kitchen again, pouring yourself another red solo cup full of alcohol. You sip on it, smiling to yourself because even though you miss Ryo, youâre still having a better time than you thought you would. Thatâs when you hear it.
âBro, have you seen this shit!? No fuckinâ way did Zeta Nu initiate their pledges like this!â A guy shouts to his friend, your ears tuning into the sound of your beloved boyfriendâs frat name. You turn to see him showing his friend a video on his phone and you smile to yourself, happy the initiation is over and looking forward to being told whatever silly thing they had Ryo do.
âI fuckinâ WISH Phi Gamma would make us bang some sorority thot to get in! You think it was to count out whoever came first? Damn, look at bro with the pink hair going in like his life depends on this shit!â You hear the other voice speak up and your heart drops. A knot forms in your stomach and your hand gets clammy around your cup. Of course your mind is going toward the worst case scenario and before you can even think, your feet have carried you to the two guys, your other hand reaching for the phone the first one is holding.
âLemme see this.â You say, the douche saying something about adding your number while youâre at it, but itâs drowned out into the background noise because youâre zoned in on one thing. Your boyfriend banging a sorority girl and smiling at the camera while flexing his fucking bicep. Flexing. Heâs fucking living for this.
You feel bile creeping up your throat and you shove the phone against the guyâs chest, making your way to the door. The second you get outside, you hunch over and puke in the bushes, sobering up by the second. Your hand grasps at your chest and you feel it hammering so hard as though itâs trying to escape. Your other fishes your phone out of your pocket and you flinch seeing RyĆmen has texted you.
Him: I love you <3
You fight the urge to throw up again, your fingers typing back quickly.
You: I love you so much, Ryo. Miss you and wanna see you. May have drank a bit too much, hehe :3 Can I come see you?
You hit send, not even bothering to wait for an answer before you push yourself to head to his dorm, ready to use the excuse that youâre drunk and wanted to see him when you show up. Your phone pings and you open it faster than you thought humanly possible to see another text from him.
Him: Come to me, baby.
Before you know it, youâre at his door, knocking rather hard, if you were being honest, but you donât care. Not seconds later, he opens it and pulls you into him, immediately moving to kiss your neck, which makes you want to shed your skin. When he doesnât feel you reciprocate, he pulls away and frowns, eyes searching yours. âWhatâs the matter, hm?â He asks, head wobbling as the smell of alcohol hits your face. Heâs drunk.
You walk into his room with an annoyed sigh, closing the door behind you and pacing for a moment before stopping in front of him. âRyĆmââ
âYâlook so hot, baby. Why were you out drinking looking this hot without me?â He asks with a frown, making you scoff unexpectedly.
âYou really donât wanna bark up that tree right now, Ryo. I need tââ You start, but he interrupts you again.
âAnd why dâyou keep using my name?â He asks.
âJesus fuck, Ryo. Let me talk!â You shout, your hands flailing for a second. He nods, mocking you with a stupid look on his face silently, making you seethe. âTell me it isnât true.â You say, earning a confused look from him. âTell me you didnât fuck some random girl to get into a fucking FRATERNITY, Ryo. Tell me youâre not that fucking insane.Tell me you didnât just throw away YEARS with me after I came all this way to be with you.â You say, your voice firm. You surprise yourself with the fact that no tears have formed in your eyes just yet, the anger far more overwhelming than sadness.
His look of confusion turns to pure shock and itâs like a cold pitcher of water has just been flung in his face. âWho told yâ babe. Babe, it was just a stupid fucking initiation thing, itâs not like I actually cheated. Youâre my girlfriend, you should be happy, Iâm in! I made it because I did what it took and that shows drive. Why the fuck are you even upset right now?â He asks and you have to do a double take to confirm what you thought you saw in his face. Heâs genuinely pissed and confused that youâre upset right now.
That does it for you. âAre you saying⊠you didnât cheat⊠because it was for an initiation? You want me to be HAPPY that you stuck your dick in someone that isnât me? Fuck you, RyĆmen. I donât know you at all. The boy I fell in love with would have been a man and turned the stupid fucking initiation down. This frat? Would have only mattered while here. Us? We were supposed to be together until death. Fuck you for choosing something so stupidly temporary. Weâre done.â You spit out, rage bubbling in your core like youâre made from it. He grabs your wrist as you make your way out of his room, but you tear it away, every part of you in utter disbelief that you ever let a man like him touch you at all.
You make your way outside, your phone pinging again and again, no doubt messages from him trying to gaslight you into believing he did what he had to do for his future. You ignore them, sucking in the fresh air like your life depends on it and taking in your surroundings, still hoping in the back of your mind that theyâll all melt away and youâll wake up from this nightmare. You, someone whoâs always been mindful of your future and who has always taken care to do whatâs best for you, are now in a new state so far from everyone you love all alone because of a boy. A fucking boy.
You take off the promise ring he gave you for your five year anniversary and toss it as far as you can, hating the idea of having a symbol of what you thought was true love with him on your body⊠and then you roll your eyes as you facepalm. Your fucking tattoo. Against the advice of literally everyone you know, youâd gotten a tattoo of his name on the top of your ass. âFuck meâŠâ You mutter to yourself, immediately googling a tattoo studio near you.
âCursed Ink StudiosâŠâ You read the top result out loud, seeing itâs only a thirteen minute walk from here. With an annoyed shrug, you start making your way there, silently cursing yourself for assuming itâd stay warm all night. The cold nips at your practically exposed thighs and your nose turns its familiar shade of red quickly. You pick up the pace, hoping to find warmth in the studio.
A cigarette and a half later, you find yourself in front of the studio, snubbing out the last half of your cigarette and flicking it into the trash can. The bell above the door chimes as you make your way in and youâre greeted by a brunette woman who looks⊠worn down, to say the least. No doubt from the loads of drunken college students whoâve wandered in here tonight.
âWelcome to Cursed Ink Studios, my nameâs Shoko. How can we help you tonight, babe?â She asks, leaning forward on the reception desk. You appreciate the fact that she doesnât comment on the fact that youâve thoroughly been done in by the cold wind thatâs whipped your hair in every direction and kissed your nose until itâs red.
You shift on your feet, scratching your head. âI, uhh⊠I need a cover-up done.â You say, making her sigh as though she feels sorry for you.
âIâm sorry, babe, but cover-ups need an appointment ahead of time.â She says, earning a face palm from you. You nod and turn to head out, but a voice stops you.
âWait. Itâs fine, Shoko. I have time.â A smooth, deep voice sounds out from deeper within the studio and you turn toward it to see quite possibly the hottest man youâve ever laid eyes on. His skin is like cream, hair half tied up letting the rest fall down his back and shoulders, his eyebrow is adorned with a piercing, and gauges are sported on his ear lobes. Heâs wearing a black tank top that hangs loose on him, his arms both covered in tattoos, the most notable one being a large dragon on his right arm. Heâs carrying keys, which lets you know he was likely about to head home and you feel guilt pooling in your stomach.
You canât help but clam up at the sight of him and you gulp before shaking your head. âN-No, itâs okay, really, itâs late and I should have known Iâd need an appointment. Y-You probably wanna get home, seriously, itâs okay.â You say, trying desperately to keep your voice steady. He chuckles, eyes closing as he shakes his head and you look to Shoko, who gives him a knowing look, rolling her eyes.
âNah, youâre good. Whatâre you needing covered up, angel?â He asks you, making your heart flutter. You donât know if itâs the alcohol in your system making you so flustered, but itâs a welcome feeling compared to the anger you feel when thinking of RyĆmen. Which reminds youâŠ
âSo, and Iâm prepared for all the judgment youâre probably gonna throw my way, I got my boyfâ EX boyfriendâs name tattooed on my ass cheek a couple months back. Turns out heâs a cheating dickhead, so I need to get it covered up. Preferably with something similar to my current tattoos. Maybe⊠uhh⊠maybe aââ He chuckles and interrupts you.
âI got you. And Iâll spare the criticism of your choice to tattoo his name. Just fill out the forms with Shoko and Iâll go get set up in my room. Iâll sketch something out, too. Cybersigilism, huh?â He asks, smirking as he nods at you while walking backward to give you a once over before he heads to his station.
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After filling out the forms, you slowly walk to the room you saw the man head to and you find him working on an iPad, drawing. âYou can sit down, angel, Iâm just finishing up.â He says, gesturing to his tattoo bed. You take the opportunity to look around his room, gawking at all of the drawings and photos of tattoos he has splayed on his walls. The decor matches your tastes, goth-grunge styling everywhere. It looks like he specializes in cybersigilism and neo tribal tattoos, which helps to reinforce your confidence in him.
âGeto Suguru, by the way.â He says, suddenly towering above you. You hadnât even noticed he stood up and looking up at him from this angle makes your heart race. You tell him your name and his face takes on a look that you can only assume is curiousness, but he quickly changes his expression to a smirk. âSo, hereâs what Iâve got. Noticed the hearts youâve got around your knees and the eyes youâve got on your neck, so I decided Iâd go with a sword. Figured itâd be fitting.â He chuckles as he shows you the iPad, which manages to draw a quick laugh from you.
âFitting is exactly the word Iâd use. I love it. Letâs do it.â You say, genuinely surprised he could even come up with something so quickly.
âAlright, Iâm just gonna need you to take those shorts and fishnets off, angel. You can leave your underwear on, Iâll just keep them out of the way with some paper towels. Stay standing after so I can put the stencil on, âkay?â He asks. You know itâs what he needs you to do in order to do the tattoo, but your face heats up at the thought of being half naked with him. He closes the door to his room and turns away to prepare the stencil, leaving you to do as asked.
Slowly and tentatively, you take off your shoes and then undo your shorts, pulling them down and stepping out of them carefully. Next is your fishnets, youâre careful not to rip them when you take them off and lay them on top of your shorts. Youâre thankful you wore a thong tonight, knowing it wonât get in the way of the tattooing.
He turns around, eyeing you as though just trying to see where he needs to put the stencil, but you can see something else in his eye. Maybe he pities you? You sure fucking hope not.
âAlright, âm gonna place the stencil and then Iâll need you to just stand for a bit while it dries.â He says and you nod. Heâs methodical in stepping forward, disinfecting, shaving the area, and then placing the stencil on you, being sure to perfect the alignment so the sword covers RyĆmenâs name entirely. His long fingers press down for just a second before he removes the paper and steps back to see the alignment from afar. âFuckinâ perfect.â He hisses under his breath, but you hear. You tell yourself heâs just proud of his work and try not to acknowledge the pooling between your thighs. âHowâs it look, angel? Donât be afraid to let me know if you want anything changed.â He tells you.
You move to step in front of the mirror, turning to your side so you can see your ass better. It plumps up as you flex and you nod at the placement before looking up to see him with his eyes shut and his head up at the ceiling. âYâknow, you really donât have to do this if youâre tired, I can make an appointment.â You say, feeling bad.
âTrust me, Iâm very much awake. Made me question if I was dreaming when you walked in, angel, but Iâm awake.â He says, your eyes going wide and your mouth falling open, but just as casually as he said that, he moves on. âAlright, âm gonna have you lay on your side facing away from me. Just poke your,â he grunts âpoke your ass out toward me and Iâll get started.â
You do as told, your body hot and exposed and your mind reeling from how casually heâd just said that. Surely it must be for tips, you canât imagine heâd want you. Not just because heâs built like a God, but he must be taken, right? Thereâs no way on Earth someone like him could be single.
âReady?â He asks and you nod, breaking from your thoughts. With your confirmation, he smirks and leans forward, beginning to tattoo you. Him being so close to your ass makes you want to tense up, but you steel yourself and rip your eyes away from him so you can attempt to stop the wetness pooling between your folds like a bitch in heat.
âSo. âM guessing this was recent, hm? The whole cheating thing. Not trying to pry, just curious. We donât have to talk about it.â He says as he focuses on the tattoo, dipping the needle into the black ink heâd set up.
âMhm. Couple of hours ago. Ran a train on a sorority girl as some fucking frat initiation. Piece of shit.â You spit, hearing him scoff and looking to see him shake his head.
âOuch. Yeah, heâs a fucking idiot, to say the least.â He responds and you bite your lower lip, blushing and looking forward again, at the mirror.
âIâm the idiot. I moved from Washington all the way here with him so we could go to the same college and I had no idea he was capable of this. Now Iâm away from family and friends and just⊠stuck here.â You roll your eyes, huffing.
âWe can be friends. I mean, itâs contingent on you coming around more often, though. Think you can do that, angel?â He says, an undertone you canât quite discern in his voice that makes your mouth go dry.
âY-yeah. I mean, I plan to get more tattoos. If you do a good job, I mean.â You respond, nearly choking on your words because of that damned pet name he keeps calling you.
âMmm, trust me, Iâll do you right.â He says and this time the undertone in his voice is so painfully clear that you feel yourself clenching around nothing, your eyes fluttering closed for just a moment. You decide not to respond, scared your voice will come out shakier than intended.
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The next few hours go by in the same fashion. Small talk with him lacing in subtle compliments or flirtations. That goddamned pet name falling from his perfect lips. By the end, you were sure heâd feel the way your body was pulsing with need for him, all thoughts of RyĆmen out the fucking window.
âAll done, angel. Tell me how you feel about it. If itâs good, and it looks damn good, Iâll put on some second skin and cash you out.â He says, standing up from his chair and stretching. Your eyes donât miss his v line peeking out from his lifted shirt and you have to tear them away to instead look at your tattoo.
âFuck, itâs perfect. God, yeah, I love it! Lemme just take a picture so I can post it and piss this asshole off before you wrap it.â You say and he chuckles.
âMind if I take a few, too?â He asks.
Before you even realize what youâre saying, you respond, âWhat? For your spank bank?â By the end of the question, your eyes go wide and you mentally curse yourself out, about to apologize when he gives you a genuine laugh.
âNo, angel, I wonât need a picture to remember an ass like that.â He quips back and you almost lose your breath. Without missing a beat, he picks up his phone and motions for you to take your picture before he takes his.
Once you do, you open your Lightroom app as he moves to take his pictures. It opens to a nude youâd put a filter on and you suck in a sharp breath, trying to exit quickly before he notices to no avail. He whistles and sucks his teeth and you immediately start to explain. âSorry, I just like aestheââ He cuts you off.
âHeâs definitely missing a few brain cells. Youâre as good as it fuckinâ gets, angel.â He says, making your heart clench and stomach knot. âYâknowâŠâ He leans forward. âThereâs another way you can make him upset. Iâm sure that pictureâll do the job, but donât you wanna go above and beyond? I can help with that.â He says. You donât miss his hand coming down to rest on the apple of your ass, making your core throb.
âIâ how?â You ask, surprised your voice made itâs way out at all with how dry your mouth and throat are.
âAtta girl. First, you can let me bury my face between those pretty thighs of yours so you can take a picture, if you can even hold your phone steady, that is. Then, if you can think straight enough to still be thinking about him, Iâll make sure you can only think about how good I feel inside you. Maybe Iâll even record so you can send that, too. Howâs that sound, angel?â He asks, thumb gently brushing the skin of your ass, voice smooth and sultry. Youâre sure that with his voice alone, he could run a cult of people whoâd do his bidding with no questions asked. And youâd be in it.
You nod at his suggestion, biting your lower lip and looking up at him through your lashes. He chuckles and leans forward, face inches from yours. âI donât speak nod, pretty girl. Yâr gonna have to tell me out loud.â He says, his hand moving from your ass to grip your chin firmly enough to keep you looking up at him.
God, that statement alone makes your stomach do flips and, yet again, youâre breathless. âYes, please yes.â You manage to get out, squeezing your thighs to try to alleviate the pressure between them.
âGood girl, using your manners.â He purrs before his lips mash against yours, earning a choked moan from you instantly. He tastes of cigarettes and mint, a flavor you find yourself more addicted to by the second. You feel his tongue flick against yours for just a moment before he pulls away and chuckles. âBeen wanting to do that since you walked in. Been wanting to taste you, more, though.â He says, so you move to lay on your back, but he stops you. âMm mm, donât fuck my work up. All fours, angel. All fours.â He says, the command emphasized by him patting his hand on your thigh twice.
Doing as told, you rest your stomach against the cold leather and prop your ass up for him, your hands holding onto either sides of the chair. Your embarrassment at the knowledge that your thong is most definitely soaked is washed away when you turn your head to look back at Geto, seeing a prominent bulge straining against his jeans.
His large, ring-adorned fingers splay across your ass cheeks as he squeezes them, grunting. âSuch a pretty ass.â He hisses, moving one hand to thumb at where he knows your hole is beneath your thong, pressing in just slightly to tease you, making you mewl out. âShh, sweetheart. Unless yâwant everyone outside to hear you, hmm?â He warns and you pull your bottom lip between your teeth to shut yourself up.
His fingers curl around the waistband of your thongs and he slowly peels them from your sopping wet pussy, leaving them down by your knees. The cold air hits your core and your eyelids flutter closed as you try to stop yourself from shuddering. âSo fuckinâ pretty. You this wet already, angel? All for me?â He asks, chuckling as he slips a finger between your folds, teasing you as he soaks his it in your syrupy slick.
âMmph, yes⊠fuckâŠâ You moan out, feeling the pad of his finger press against your clit, rubbing in small teasing circles. Your eyes open and you look back to see him palming himself over his jeans. Your brows knit together in a needy frown and you pout. âSuguru, please!â You whine, needing more from him.
âPlease what, angel? Please taste you? Please fuck you? Please finger you? Gotta tell me what yâwant.â He murmurs and the look on his face tells you he loves this. Loves playing with you like a toy. To your surprise, you love it, too. He smirks at you and circles your achingly empty hole when you take too long to answer. âHmm?â He hums.
You try to push back on his fingers, hungry for more, but he withdraws them, instead sucking your slick from his fingers, his eyes rolling back into his head at the taste. âOh fuck, w-want all of thaâ hnngh!â You cry out when he plunges a thick, ringed finger into your waiting hole. He shushes you and clicks his tongue, reminding you to keep your voice down. Nodding in response, you press back into his finger.
âGreedy girl. Youâre gonna regret that later.â He says, beginning to pump his finger in and out of your cunt as he bends over and kisses all over one of your ass cheeks, then moves to get on his knees behind you. You can feel his breath on your slick folds and you want desperately to feel his tongue, your clit throbbing in need of attention. As though he reads your mind, he presses one quick kiss to it, grunting as your slick coats his lips. One swipe of his pierced tongue through your folds is all he needs to know he wants more. Much more.
Youâre about to beg for it, too, but you feel his finger slip from your hole, being replaced by his long tongue, the muscle curving up and down and then swirling as if heâs trying to consume all of the slick you have to offer. Your fingers tighten on the chair, the leather squeaking in response. âOh my God, S-Suguru!â You moan out, body shuddering in pleasure.
He pulls his tongue out to spit messily on your pussy, moving to finger you again, but this time adding two fingers. âMâgonna need to get you ready for me, âkay pretty girl?â He murmurs against your clit, earning a drawn out moan from you. You feel him remove his fingers and he replaces his lips with a harsh smack to your pussy that feels like pure electric pleasure. âUse your words.â He orders.
âY-Yes! Fuck, yesâŠâ You speak up immediately, eyes rolling back when he plunges his fingers back into you. You hear him hum in approval before his lips surround your clit again, sucking it into his mouth and caressing it with his tongue. He eats you out like a man starved and the sight combined with the pleasure makes your core tighten. His moans are muffled by you pushing back against his tongue. âS-Suguru, mâgonnaââ
âMm mm, baby, take that picture first. Gotta stay on task.â He tells you after breaking away from your clit to press sloppy open mouthed kisses on your thighs. You cry out a whine while your trembling fingers find your phone, lifting it to point it toward his mirror. You make sure to catch his face buried in your cunt when you snap the picture, making him grunt at the sound of the camera shutter. âThatâs it, pretty, câmon, cum⊠you can do that for me, right?â He coos and you feel him quicken his fingers inside you, the noises coming from your pussy absolutely fucking dirty as he does. His tongue starts flicking against your clit and the knot in your stomach snaps, your orgasm being clawed from you by this greedy man who pulls his fingers from your twitching hole to bury his tongue in it, lapping up your release.
Youâre left panting when he finishes, eyes closed to stop the room from spinning around you. You feel his hands rub from the bottoms of your thighs up to your ass and he groans. âFuck it, fuck the tattoo, need to see that pretty face while Iâm inside you.â He grunts, flipping you around roughly and pulling your thongs off the rest of the way, tossing them to the side, making you yelp.
You open your eyes to watch as his deft fingers unbutton and unzip his pants, his other hand finding your mouth, pushing between your lips. âTaste.â He tells you and you suck the slick off his fingers happily as he pulls his cock out, your eyes widening at the sight. Suguruâs long and thick. Your expression is obvious to him and he winks, pulling his fingers from your lipstick ruined lips to grab you by the chin. âYou can take it, right? Youâre a big girl.â He taunts you by running his length between your folds, his tip nudging your clit deliciously.
âF-Fuck I⊠I can take it.â You say, lying, but knowing heâll make you take it. Thanks to your orgasm, his tip is coated in your slick and he presses it against your entrance, making you wince. His free hand grabs one of yours and he intertwines his fingers with your smaller ones, pinning your hand above your head while he kisses you hungrily, tasting of you. At the same time, his tip slowly pushes past the first ring of muscles inside of you, a shaky moan coming from your lips and flowing into his mouth.
He grunts as he invades your cunt inch by torturously thick inch until he bottoms out, your legs shaking in response. He moves to kiss your neck before bringing his lips to your ear. âThatâs my fucking girl, so goddamn tight. Gonna fuck you so good angel, be good fâme, okay?â He whispers in your ear before he sucks on your earlobe, withdrawing his cock to the tip before his hips snap forward in one sharp movement, making your mouth fall open in a silent cry.
He sets an unforgiving pace, his free hand holding one of your thighs up so he gets in at a better angle, his tip bullying your sweet spot with each thrust. Good was a fucking understatement, he was making you see stars. âPlease donât stop, ohmyfuckinggodddd!â You moan out, your bodies connecting violently, plap, plap, plaps echoing through his room.
His movements are so hungry, like heâll never get enough of you as he moans at the feeling of your cunt trying to suck his soul from him. You feel him pull his fingers from yours and he stands straight, not letting up on his thrusts. You notice your phone now in his hand and the video capture sound plays, your face reddening. You canât stop the way your pussy flutters knowing heâs recording now and he doesnât miss it. âSuch a slutty fuckinâ pussy, fuck! You like being on camera, donât you, angel?â He asks, and you hide your face, nodding. That earns you one harsh thrust before he stills. âMm mm, whatâd I say about nodding. Thought yâwere gonna be a good girl fâme?â He asks, making you whimper.
âFuck, y-yes I like being on camera! Please keep going, please donât stop, please donât fucking stop!â You beg, snaking a hand down to try and relieve the feeling between your legs by rubbing your clit, but he smacks your hand away with the one that was holding your thigh before resuming his punishing pace.
âThere you go, pretty, there you fuckinâ go. God, that ex is a fuckinâ lunatic, youâre SO. FUCKINâ. TIGHT.â He praises you, the last three words being delivered with snaps of his hips that push his cock so impossibly deep inside you that you were sure heâd rupture an organ. âLooâ ngh look, pretty girl. Look at me bulging you out like this.â He instructs, his hand moving to point at the spot below your navel that juts out every time his length is fully sheathed inside you.
You look down to see and your head immediately falls back at the sight, eyes rolling back, back arching off the seat. He rewards you by moving his hand back down to your clit, using the whole of his fingers to play with it in harsh motions back and forth and back and forth. âMmmâfuck! Sugu, gonna cum, gonna c-cum!â You warn him, no longer giving a flying fuck if anyone hears you, you were too fucked out to think about it at all.
âRight behind you, angel. Where dâyou want it, hmm?â He asks, earning a look of confusion on your dazed, fucked out face. âMy cum. Where. Do. You. Want it?â He asks, accentuating the words with thrusts.
âH-hah! In-Inside! Please fucking cum in me, Iâm cumming!â You moan, arms flying up to grip the head of the seat as your cunt clamps down onto his cock, loud squelches sounding out as you squirt all over him, making him groan and throw your phone on his counter, not bothering to end the video.
âFuckinâ hell, mâgonna fill you up so good, shit!â He hisses, leaning forward and propping himself up on body fists, rolling his hips into you sloppily as his orgasm hits him and he shoots cum spurt after spurt into your greedy pussy that continues to spasm and milk him for everything heâs got. You notice strands of his hair have come free of his half bun and they tickle your face as he hovers above you, sweat beading on his forehead. âFuuuckâŠâ He groans, pulling out after a while of being buried inside you. It leaves you feeling painfully empty.
He watches as his cum starts to spill from your swollen cunt with a smirk, moving to finger it back inside of you, making you whine. He chuckles and grabs your thongs, bringing your legs back together so he can slide them back on you, patting your pussy when heâs done. âSo you have something to remember me by on your way home. Actually⊠you trust me?â He asks and youâre too far into your mind to say anything but yes.
Before you know it, you hear him wash his hands and put on gloves before his tattoo gun buzzes to life. âMâgonna mark you so you donât forget how deep I get. That okay, angel?â He asks and you almost nod until you remember his earlier commands.
âMhmâŠâ You hum out, earning a smile from him as he bends forward between your spread legs, tattooing a thick line under your navel with the initials âG.S.â Next to it. You shake your head, still too blissed out to even realize that you traded your ex boyfriendâs name for a strangerâs initials. He wipes it clean and puts second skin on it, too, before he stands straight.
âThink you can stand well enough to get dressed?â He asks and you scoff, rolling your eyes. You stand from the chair, wobbly and definitely sore, but capable enough to put your fishnets, shorts, and Doc Martens back on. He marvels at you while you do so. Once youâre done, he grabs your phone and ends the video, going to your contacts and adding his number. He hands you your phone back with a grin.
You take it and follow him when he opens his studio door, suddenly feeling all of the eyes in the shop on you. You recognize a face there, now. Utahimeâs standing, mouth agape, with Shoko and some white-haired drunk guy whoâs also staring at you two with his piercing blue eyes. You find yourself hiding a bit more behind Geto as you walk to the cash register.
âRing her up for seventy-five percent off. She already paid for the rest.â He tells Shoko as he winks at you. With that, he starts to walk away, but not before he turns to you one last time. âRemember, angel. Weâre friends, now.â He smirks before heading back into his room, leaving you to pay.
âșâ§âË àœàœČââ±âàœàŸ Ëââ§âș
The next morning, you wake up hungover. Youâre wearing your favorite Kuromi pajamasâ a crop top and booty shorts. You walk into the bathroom, scrolling on your phone and starting to brush your teeth when you see a text to RyĆmen with three attachments. A picture of Geto eating you out, the video of him fucking you, and lastly⊠the new tattoo. You look at yourself in the mirror to see the line with his initials and your memory becomes clearer as you look at yourself in disbelief. âWhat⊠the fuck?â
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modern au where eddie and robin are roommates and steve is italian <3
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eddie has always known that his roommate robin is in the US for college, but grew up in and is from italy. sure, sometimes he forgets, because she somehow has a near-perfect american accent and also speaks two other languages, but heâs always known.
and for the past year and a bit, heâs known how much robin wants her best friend stevie to come visit. she talks about them all the time, and ever since she and eddie moved out of the dorms and into an apartment together for their next year of university a month ago, heâs known stevie is going to come and visit.
he just kind of forgot the exact day stevie would be arriving.
so when he, clad in nothing but his garfield pyjama pants and a metallica t-shirt thatâs falling apart, walks into the kitchen one morning and sees someone he doesnât know at the kitchen counter fiddling with their instant coffee machine, he almost shits himself.
luckily, he doesnât, because he remembers in that split second that stevie was due to arrive last night. but he still flinches pretty hard at the fright and grabs for the nearest grabbable thing, which turns out to be the doorframe. somehow, he makes a noise loud enough to get the mystery personâs attention, and they turn around.
holy shit. eddie did not know stevie is hot. or that stevieâs actually a guy. he kind of just assumed, with the nickname and all? but the man standing there looks like he couldâve been carved by the gods eddie doesnât believe in, and- eddie realises heâs been staring at the guy for a few seconds now, and decides to talk like a normal human being. he first adjusts his position so heâs no longer holding onto the archway of the kitchen for support, and smiles at the guy.
âhi, you must be stevie?â he offers, and stevie takes a few seconds to process his words before nodding with a smile.
âmy name is steve. robbie just is⊠hm, silly?â
eddie blinks a couple times, because steve has an accent. a thick one. he shouldâve expected that, because- hello? theyâre both literally from italy. but it catches him off guard, and adds to steveâs hot factor. why didnât robin warn him about this.
âyeah, robin is very silly.â he agrees with a chuckle, and then realises steve might not know him, âiâm eddie. robinâs roommate. you probably knew that already though, so now i probably look like an idiot. well- more of an idiot than i already do in these clothesâŠâ
he lets his words trail off as he realises steve is frowning at him in subtle confusion. heâs picked up robinâs rambling-when-nervous habit over their friendship, and hot guys tend to make him pretty nervous. but then he realises maybe steve isnât as fluent in english as robin is, and even if he is eddieâs a fast talker that doesnât always pronounce things fully.
âi am sorry,â steve looks embarrassed, âmy english is not as good as robin.â
eddie feels so guilty at the pink thatâs made itself known on steveâs cheeks, and shakes his head immediately.
âno! you donât need to be sorry. i just talk a lot when iâm nervous.â he confesses. why did he say that? now steve knows heâs nervous. or does he? maybe he didnât catch his full sentence.
steve raises one eyebrow at eddie though, and one side of his mouth quirks up into a smile as he turns around to keep trying to make himself a cup of coffee.
âi am making you nervous? why?â steve asks, his back still turned. now eddieâs the one with red cheeks. dammit.
âitâs because eddie here thinks youâre hot, stevie.â
eddieâs flinch at robinâs magical appearance behind him is somehow more spectacular than earlier, and he clutches dramatically at his heart and spins around to glare at robin.
ârobin! what the fuck, man!â he yelps when he realises what sheâs said. but robin isnât listening, sheâs too busy speaking to steve in italian about who knows what.
probably about how she knows all eddieâs tells for when he finds a guy attractive and how she knows eddieâs type and steve checks every single box. or, eddie squints at the pair as robin tsks at steve and takes over manning the coffee machine, maybe robinâs just telling steve how to make a coffee with the machine?
âyou think i amâŠâ steve starts as he spins around to look at eddie, and seems to be searching for a word for a few moments, âattractive?â
eddieâs eyes widen, and then he sighs and fixes a glare on robin. robin just shrugs and makes a very insincere âoopsieâ expression, and eddie is about to start denying like his life depends on it, but he looks back at steve.
and steve has that blush back on his face, and a tiny smile, and heâs looking eddie up and down even in his ridiculous outfit.
âum, yes.â eddie practically squeaks, not used to having someoneâs eyes on him like this.
steve says something to robin in italian that sounds like it ends with a question mark, and robin rolls her eyes.
âsteve wants me to translate a pick up line he wants to use on you, but i literally refuse to do that. google translate is free.â
and with that, she leaves the kitchen.
#steddie#italian steve harrington#steddie drabble#steddie ficlet#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#st#mywriting#robin buckley#steve is so smooth in italian and so not smooth in english#he just lacks confidence#eddie doesnt believe him#thank you to the person who explained how tumblr tagging system works <3
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Could've Been You
written for @steddiemicrofic
prompt: shower | wc: 399 | rated E | cw: accidental voyeurism, sexual content | tags: pre Steddie, confident Steve Harrington, Steve/OC (past), Eddie has a crush on Steve, Steve wants Eddie
Eddie doesnât know why heâs here. Itâs not even a party, just a bunch of college students getting wasted, playing stupid drinking games.
"Never have I ever... had sex in the shower" someone says and Eddie feels suddenly sick.
Out of the eight people playing, only one lifts his drink, followed by a chorus of wolf whistles and- all Eddie can do is stare.
The guy drinking is Steve. And the problem is, Eddie knows heâs not faking it.
Because he saw it.
Tried to forget about it ever since, jerked off to the image more times than he can count.
He didnât mean to watch. It was an accident. He was just minding his own business, already half asleep because it was fucking late, way past the time he expected anyone in the dorms to still be up.
But there they were, barely hidden behind a half open curtain, the noises leaving no doubt about what was going on.
Eddie wanted to leave, wanted to turn around and get the fuck out of there, but his eyes were glued to the scene and his legs wouldnât move, so he stayed. And he watched.
âYou good Munson?â Someone asks but Eddie barely registers it, wordlessly stands up and leaves.
Saw Steve leaning against the shower wall, one leg hooked over a guyâs shoulder who was down on his knees, mouth busy sucking Steveâs cock while pumping two fingers into his hole.
Out in the hallway, he feels like he can breathe again until a hand on his shoulder stops him.
"Hey, are you okay? Your face is all red."
Of course, itâs Steve.
"Y-yeah no. I, uh, just wanted to smoke," Eddie stammers.
"Good. Because for a moment I thought you were ashamed."
"A-ashamed? Why would I-"
Steveâs suddenly so close, his lips brushing his ear as he whispers
"Did you like the show? Did it make you hard? Did you touch yourself to the memory that night?"
Eddieâs souls leaves his body.
"I-Iâm sorry! Please, donât be mad!"
Steve must think heâs a fucking pervert. But why is he smiling like that?
"Couldâve been you, you know. I wouldâve let you fuck me against the tiles."
Eddie must be hallucinating.
âOr you could just take me to your room and fuck me there.â
But if this is a fever dream, he might as well just go for it.
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The Christmas Boyfriend â yjh
summary: when you tell your mom the little white lie that you have a boyfriend, you donât expect it to evolve into bringing your friend with benefits home for christmas. what can go wrong?
tags: fluff, smut (minors dni), fwb, fake dating, college!au warnings: ok the smut is likes less than 2k words of this fic tbh, conversations about birth control, mention of unsafe sex, explicit sex, oral, fingering, praise, cum eating, creampies wc: 12.7k an: guys im not used to writing jeonghan so if his characterization is off im so sorry fdsak anyways writing this made me want to go ice skating :((
âSweetie! Iâm so excited for you to come home for Christmas!â Your mom calls over the phone.
âYeah Mom, me too,â you say with half sincerity.
âOh and make sure you bring that cute boyfriend with you too! I want to meet him, youâve told me almost nothing about him!â
You pause. Boyfriend? Boyfriend.
Oh shit.
âHey Mom?â It was the end of summer and you were about to go back to university.
âYes sweetie?â Your mom was bustling around the kitchen getting ready for dinner.
âDo you think that I could go on birth control?â These worlds made your mother stop.
âBirth control? Why do you need to go on birth control? I know your cycle is normal, so who are you having sex with? Oh please donât tell me youâre sleeping around,â your mom huffed exasperatedly.
âIâm not!â Technically you werenât sleeping around. You were sleeping with one person, repeatedly. âI have a boyfriend Mom, and we use protection, but it would be nice to have an extra layer of protection.â It wasâŠsomewhat the truth. You tried to use protection but every once in a while youâŠdidnât. Youâd taken a lot of Plan B lately.
âA boyfriend! Why didnât you tell me? Tell me all about him!â The problem isâŠyou didnât have a boyfriend. You had a Jeonghan who periodically fucked you during the school year. You hadnât seen him all summer but you knew that as soon as the school year started again you guys would start right back up.
âHis name is Jeonghan, heâs studying business. Weâve been dating since the beginning of the year.â
âOh tell me more! I want to know, please. I have to meet him immediately.â
And thatâs how you spent the rest of the day making up half-lies about Jeonghan and convincing your mother to let you on birth control.
You honestly forgot you told your mom that lie, and now itâs coming back to bite you in the butt. You hadnât brought him up to your mom since and now you either have to tell her you guys broke up or you have to convince Jeonghan to spend part of winter break with your family pretending to be your boyfriend. Knowing your mom, the latter will be easier.
âYou told your mom WHAT?â You decide to tell Jeonghan after you guys finish having sex.
âI told herâŠthat weâre dating.â
âWhy?â
âYou came inside me two minutes ago, you really wanna ask why? She would be so upset if she knew I was in a friends with benefits situation but if I tell her I have a boyfriend that I trust and care for, sheâll let me go on birth control.â
âWhy did you have to ask her to go on birth control?â Jeonghan asks as you start to get dressed.
âIâm a college student Jeonghan, birth control isnât free and if I ask my mom I can put it on her insurance. Câmon can you do this one thing for me? My mom is a great cook and it only has to be for a little bit, only one day really!â
âThis really means that much to you?â
âYes.â Youâre practically making puppy dog eyes at him now.
âWell, you know, I just so happen to need somewhere to stay during winter break. SoâŠI guess Iâll be staying with you and putting on the best show for your mom. Youâre lucky I think youâre cute.â
You just grin at him.
âSweetie! Youâre home! Honey come here, our daughter is home!â Your mom runs out of the house to greet you, scooping you up into a hug. âOh, oh, is this him?â She glances over your shoulder excitedly to where Jeonghan is standing behind you by the car.
âMom, this is JeonghanâŠmy boyfriend.â You have to force the last bit out.Â
âOh heâs so handsome! Itâs nice to finally meet you Jeonghan, Iâm so happy youâre joining us for the holidays.â
âThank you for allowing me to stay with you.â Jeonghan accepts your momâs hug.
âOf course! Youâve been dating my daughter for almost a year now, anything you need weâll be here.â
âIs that them?â A booming voice comes from the house. You look over to see your dad and brother standing on the porch.
âHoney, come meet Jeonghan! Look how handsome he is!â
You sigh, itâs already going to be a long four weeks.
âIâmâŠsorry about them,â you tell Jeonghan when youâre finally alone in your room, where your mother insisted Jeonghan stay with you. For someone who disapproves of casual sex, she sure does support âhealthy love making between couplesâ. You donât even want to think about her and your dad.
âI canât say you didnât warn me,â Jeonghan chuckles. âThey all seem really nice though.â
âTheyâreâŠsomething,â you mutter. âI hope you donât mind sharing a bed. Once again Iâm really sorry about my mom.â
âItâs fine, Iâm serious, stop stressing out. Itâs not like we havenât shared a bed before,â he jokes.Â
You roll your eyes. âThat reminds me. We have to lay down some ground rules.â
âGround rules?â Jeonghan cocks an eyebrow curiously, and a bit skeptical.Â
âYes. I know it sounds silly and cliche, but really, we need to talk about it.â
âI donât know what the big deal is. We just have to pretend to be a couple, thatâs not hard. Hugging, kissing, all that gooey stuff.â
âWhat if my parents ask about our relationship? Are you sure youâre okay being coupley with me all the time? I-â
âBabe,â Jeonghan starts, âstop worrying. You make it seem like you have zero faith in me. Trust me, I can be the best fake-boyfriend youâll ever need.â You scrunch your nose up at him calling you âbabeâ in a non-sexual setting, but you guess youâll have to get used to it.
âStillâŠif you even want to back out, just tell me and we can make up some excuse for you having to leave or-â
Jeonghan cuts you off once more, âStop worrying. Itâs the holiday season, letâs have fun! If your parents ask about our relationship just leave it to me.â
You stare at Jeonghan unsure, all too familiar with his antics. You can tell Jeonghan is about to counter your look when all of a sudden your door is flung open.
âMom said dinner is ready!â Your brother announces.
You admit defeat on having this conversation with Jeonghan, leading him downstairs to where everyone is taking their place around the dinner table. The table feels just slightly cramped with the addition of the chair added for Jeonghan squeezed in next to yours. The top of dinner is quiet besides a few âcould you pass the saltâ or âthis tastes great Momâ thrown in. It isnât until your dad is going in for seconds when your mom speaks up.
âSo, Jeonghan, tell me about yourself. Pumpkin has barely told us anything about you.âÂ
You internally groan at the childhood nickname your family still insists on using for you, and you hope it goes unnoticed by Jeonghan. Unfortunately, not much slips past him.
âPumpkin?â
âA terrible nickname from when I was little,â you explain, slightly glaring at your mother.
âI think itâs cute.â You so desperately want to smack the smug look off Jeonghanâs face.
âIt is cute,â your mom interjects. âItâs based on these adorable photos we took during her first fall. We did a photoshoot and put her in a pumpkin, it was just darling. Remind me later and Iâll pull out the photobooks.â Your mom winks at Jeonghan and youâre starting to realize just how big of a mistake this was. âNow, back to what I was saying. Tell me about yourself, Jeonghan.â
âWell thereâs not much to say. Iâm a business major, I enjoy sports and spending time with my friends.â
âHeâs an amazing singer,â you jut in. Youâre not sure why. Maybe itâs because Jeonghan is selling himself short. âHeâs a part of the Universityâs choir. And he models for the fashion students.â You can see Jeonghan blush under your praise.
âAw, thatâs nice. And how did you two meet?â
âWe met through a mutual friend, and then ended up having a class together the following semester. First time we met I thought she was the most beautiful girl Iâve ever seen. Iâm just lucky she gave me the time of day.â Jeonghan makes a show of grabbing your hand in his, clasping them together on the table. Even though you know itâs for show, the display makes your stomach flip a bit.
You do take note that his story is true for the most part. At least the part about you two meeting and then sharing a class. Youâre pretty sure the part about you being âthe most beautiful girl heâs ever seenâ is just fluff to appease your mom. It does the trick though, as your mom coos at Jeonghanâs words.
She continues to ask Jeonghan questions about himself and your relationship, and Jeonghan keeps delivering. He tells her stories about him attempting to flirt with you and you being too oblivious to realize. You roll your eyes the whole time, knowing what heâs actually talking about. The three weeks he spent continuously trying to hit on you before you finally agreed to go on a date with him.Â
Speaking of the date, Jeonghan also tells that story. In real life what happened with Jeonghan invited you over to watch a movie, you both got a little tipsy, and ended up fucking right on his couch. Neither of you asked for a second date, but did start to booty call each other, so thatâs something. The way Jeonghan tells it to your mom is a lot moreâŠwholesome.
âWe went out to see a movie, her choice of course.â Lie, Jeonghan forced you to watch The Notebook. âThen afterwards I didnât want the date to end so we got dessert and went back to my apartment. We spent the whole night talking before she eventually fell asleep on my couch. It was adorable.â
âOh stop,â you mutter, trying your best to sound playful.
âItâs true. The way your nose twitches when youâre dreaming and the little huffs you let out. How can I find that as anything but the cutest thing ever?â Jeonghan then leans in and presses a quick kiss to your warm cheeks.
Youâre aware you do those things in your sleep, itâs something youâve done ever since you were little, but you werenât aware that Jeonghan knew about them. Everytime you sleep over at Jeonghanâs, or he spends the night at yours, he always complains in the morning about how you elbowed him in your sleep all night.Â
âOh you two are just so cute!â Your mom exclaims. She then turns to you, âHow dare you keep him away from us for so long.â
Your brother is obviously doesn't care for the topic of conversation and excuses himself from the table. Your mom realizes that dinner is now officially over and she and your father start to clean up the table.
âDonât go far, Jeonghan. I need to show you those baby pictures!â
âNoooo.â You tug on Jeonghanâs sleeve, like it might somehow convince him to go back upstairs with you, but of course not. Of course Jeonghan wants to see all of your baby photos.
You know this shouldnât really bother you this much. Everyone has baby photos. The issue is you were an extremely unphotogenic baby. Your brother has maybe some of the cutest baby photos youâve ever seen. Not you. You look like a gremlin, to the point your baby photos became a meme between you and your friends in high school.
Your mom makes a pot of coffee for all of you before sheâs shuffling into the living room and pulling out the large fifty page photo album of you from newborn to age four. Jeonghan follows suit and you reluctantly take your place next to him on the couch.Â
The first few pages arenât bad. Theyâre all photos of you still in the hospital when you were first being held by your mom and dad, swaddled in a cute little pink blanket that you know your mom has stored somewhere up in the attic.Â
The first bad photo doesnât show up until a few pages in, after you were brought home. Itâs a photo of you crying, your face all scrunched up in an ugly expression. You think itâs hideous but itâs one of your dadâs favorite baby photos of you. Jeonghan chuckles slightly and you shove him lightly.
Shortly after that the infamous pumpkin photo shows up. Itâs you sitting in a pumpkin, a stupid, blank look on your face as you chew on the pumpkin. Thereâs a little orange beanie on your head thatâs just a little too big for your head.
âAww, look at that little pumpkin,â Jeonghan giggles.
âShut up,â you grumble, glaring down at the picture.
Unfortunately for you, it only gets worse from there. Thereâs the photos from when you were two years old and constantly had messy hair and a stupid expression on your face. And then the photos of you at three when all you would do was pout at the camera. Then the photos from when you were four and somehow every photo was taken at just the wrong second.
Your mother and Jeonghan have a great time, cooing at each photo, your mother giving an anecdote every once in a while. It isnât until near the end that Jeonghan finally looks over at you, on his other side. He smiles at the slight pout on your face.
âCâmon babe, stop pouting.â Jeonghan scoots closer to you, sliding his arm around your waist and pulling you into him. Even if itâs just for show, you canât help but admit it is slightly comforting. Jeonghan then leans in and whispers to you. âYou have nothing to be embarrassed about. You really are the cutest little baby. I mean thatâs not a surprise, youâre still cute, arenât you baby?â
Your face heats up at his words. Youâre not sure why heâs laying it on so thick when youâre sure your mom canât even hear him. You suddenly stand, trying to subtly get distance between you and your fake boyfriend.
âWell, itâs getting late and Iâm tired after all of that traveling today. Weâll see you in the morning Mom.â
Jeonghan finally allows you to pull him back upstairs and into your room. You let out a deep sigh as soon as the door is closed and you move to start getting ready for bed.
âAre you okay?â Jeonghan asks you as he changes into his pajamas as well. âI didnât make you uncomfortable or cross any boundaries did I?â
âNo, no, youâre fine,â you assure him. âYouâre just doing what any boyfriend would, so keep it up, actually.â
âOkayâŠâ Jeonghan says, the skepticism in his voice. You donât say anything else though and Jeonghan drops it, thankfully.
You both crawl into bed and you try not to think about how you can feel his body so close to yours. As you close your eyes you canât help but think youâre not sure how youâre going to make it through the rest of the break.
âWeâre going Christmas tree shopping today!â Your mom announces cheerfully when you and Jeonghan make your way downstairs for breakfast.Â
âYou guys havenât gotten a tree yet?â You ask.
âWe were waiting for you,â your mom explains. âSo we could go as a family and then decorate it together.â
After breakfast your whole family piles into your dadâs car and you take off to the Christmas tree lot. Thereâs Christmas music playing on the radio as you drive and you can hear Jeonghan softly sing along.
Youâve always liked Jeonghanâs voice. You find his high, light voice angelic and you could listen to him sing all the time. You tune out the chatter of your parents in favor of listening to Jeonghan the whole ride there. A part of you is glad that only you can hear him, taking this as a moment for yourself.Â
As soon as the car parks and you all climb out of the car, Jeonghan reaches over and grabs your hand in his. You look over at him to see him smiling at you and you smile back. Thereâs a bite in the air as you two walk through the trees and you appreciate the warmth of Jeonghanâs hand in yours.
âOh, what a darling couple,â you hear an old couple whisper as they walk past you two.Â
âHear that? We look darling together, darlingâ Jeonghan jokes after theyâre out of earshot. You roll your eyes but thereâs a smile on your face as you playfully knock your elbow into Jeonghanâs side.
You and Jeonghan continue to walk around, looking at trees, until your father finds you two to tell you that your bother found the perfect tree. Your brother is bouncing around when you three make your way to the tree and he looks at you and Jeonghan proudly.
âGood choice, little man,â you tell him.
âYeah, looks like a great tree,â Jeonghan agrees, which makes your brother smile even more.
Your family is standing in line to pay for the tree when your mom gasps. You look over at her to see her giddy face as she points up. You glance up to see the sprig of mistletoe places directly over you and Jeonghanâs heads.
âWell look at that,â Jeonghan says amused. âIt looks like we have to kiss. By the laws of Christmas of course.â
âBy the laws of Christmas?â
âOf course. I donât want to end up on Santaâs naughty list,â Jeonghan teases you. You shake your head, smiling.
âIf you say so.â You lean in and press a kiss to Jeonghanâs lips.
Youâve never actually kissed him outside of having sex, but it comes surprisingly natural to you. Jeonghan wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in closer for just a moment, before pulling away. The tip of his nose and ears are pink and thereâs a slight twinkle in his eye and he grins at you.
âYou have cooties now,â your little brother announces from beside you and you and Jeonghan both burst out laughing.Â
On the ride back home, your whole family sings along to the radio, and your mother compliments Jeonghanâs voice, which makes him flustered.
After you get back home, your dad and Jeonghan struggle to get the tree to fit through the door as you and your mom snicker at them. After they finally get it into the living room, you, Jeonghan, and your brother get to work decorating it. When your brother asks why your parents arenât helping, your dad says he did all the work by paying for it.
The three of you (mostly you and Jeonghan) spend way too much time untangling lights before you string them up, finally allowing you to get to the good part. Your familyâs ornaments are stored in a large plastic tub and you get to work digging through them. Youâre not sure how many your family owns, but youâre sure itâs enough to cover three trees in whole. The tub isnât organized in any way and you do your best to pick and choose which ones you think will make the best decorations.
Jeonghan kneels down beside you and starts to look through the tub as well.
âThese ornaments are cute,â Jeonghan comments as he picks up a small stuffed animal snowman with a loop attached to it. He reaches over to place it on the tree.
âYeah, itâs a part of my grandparentsâ gift to us every year. An ornament for both of us.â You pick up a decoration with a family picture on it and you hang it up.
âYou were so small in that one,â Jeonghan says, referencing the picture you just added to the tree.
You glance over the photo. Youâre maybe five or six, way before your brother was born. Youâre squished between your parents on a bench with Christmas lights behind you. Youâre bundled up in a puffy winter jacket and a hat is squashed into your head. Itâs a sweet photo.
âYou know, this is all quite unfair,â you tell him. âYouâre going to have to show me your childhood photos at some point now.â
âNow I donât know if that was part of the deal.â
âWell we might just have to make it so. Iâd love to see tiny little Hannie.â
âMaybe I could strike up a dealâŠâ
Youâre about to make a comment on Jeonghanâs sneaky ways, when you feel a tap on your leg. You look down to see your brother standing next to you with a sled shaped ornament in his hand.
âI need help putting this on the tree.â
âI got you buddy.â Jeonghan moves over to pick your brother up, lifting him up so your brother can place the ornament on the tree.
The moment is oddly sweet and when Jeonghan lets him down, he gives your brother a high five after. Jeonghan walks back over to the tub before picking up an ornament. After closer inspection you realize that itâs the ornament shaped like a little bunny with a fluffy cotton tail and a pink scarf. You quickly lunge forward and snatch it out of his hands.
âAish!â
âSorry!â You exclaim, holding onto the ornament. âBut you canât place this on the tree.â
âWhy not?â
âBecauseâŠ,â you hesitate, suddenly embarrassed.Â
âThatâs her favorite, she has to place it on the tree every year. In its special spot,â you mom answers as she walks into the room, carrying a tray of cookies.Â
Jeonghan just chuckles before leaning in to wrap his arms around your waist and kissing your cheek. You flush, trying not to think too much of it. Itâs just because your mom is standing in the room. âThatâs so cute. In its âspecial spotâ?â
âYes,â you mumble. You move out of Jeonghanâs grip to lift the ornament and place it at the top of the tree, right under where the star sits. The idea is more embarrassing now that Jeonghan is staring at you, the smug little grin on his face, but you canât ignore tradition just because you know heâs going to make fun of you later.
âAre there any more special ornaments I should know about, darling?â Jeonghan asks and you smack him lightly, both for the comment and the teasing nickname heâs picked up.
âNo. Decorate at your free will.â
Your brother is now more interested in the cookies your mom brought in, leaving you and Jeonghan to finish the tree off. Itâs weighted down by all of the ornaments youâve hung on it by the end. You reach down into the box to grab the tree topper.
âAll thatâs left is the star,â you announce.
âJeonghan should put it on,â your mom suggests and you hold it out to him.
âOh no, I couldnât.â
âWe insist,â your mom tells him.Â
âCâmon Han, just do it, make her happy.â You nudge him a bit and Jeonghan finally takes it before reaching up on his tiptoes to place the star on top. You and your mom cheer and you can see the small smile on Jeonghanâs face.
With the finishing touch on the tree, youâre able to step back and look at your masterpiece.
âI think we did a pretty good job,â you say.
âI think we did the best job, and I should know. Iâm a tree decorating veteran.â Jeonghan wraps an arm around your waist. You glance up at him, only to be surprised by him pecking you on the lips. You donât even have time to react, the kiss smooth like you two do it all the time.
Jeonghan doesnât bat an eye, turning back to stare at the tree. You feel your stomach flutter.
So hereâs the thing. Itâs not like you wouldnât date Jeonghan, heâs a great guy, a close friend, but you two just never evolved into that part of your relationship. The issue when youâre hooking up with someone is that itâs intimate. Youâve spent the night at each otherâs apartments, you share the same friends, you have strangely deep pillow talk with one another. Itâs all under the same impression that youâre just friends with benefits, but now youâre here, in your childhood home, pretending to be a couple. The circumstances are completely different and now you donât know how to feel.
All you know is that Jeonghan keeps kissing you with no sexual undertones under it, and maybe you like it a little too much.
When you wake up the next morning, Jeonghan is already awake on his phone. He looks over at you and snickers before turning his phone towards you. On his screen is a photo of you asleep, your mouth wide open and a bit of drool running down your cheek.
âDelete that!â You shout, suddenly wide awake. Jeonghan giggles as he stands up and runs out of the room. You chase after him, yelling at him, until you two make it to the kitchen.
âWell! You two are lively this morning,â your mom comments. Sheâs standing at the stove cooking breakfast with a fond grin on her face.
âGood morning!â Jeonghan says, a smug smile on his face as he slips his phone into his pocket. âThat smells great. Do you need any help?â Jeonghan gestures to the plates sitting on the counter, waiting to be put out.
âOh honey, no, no, you go sit. Youâre a guest.âÂ
âAre you sure?â Jeonghan asks and your mom nods.
âOf course. Pumpkin, you can help me.â
Jeonghan moves to the dining table while your mom moves closer to you, a giddy look on her face, as she hands you the plates.Â
âPumpkin, youâve really found yourself a keeper,â she whispers to you. âJeonghan is such a sweet young man.â
âUh, yeah mom, thanks,â you mutter.
Itâs not like you donât know Jeonghanâs a great guy, but the truth is you two arenât dating. Itâs not like you can tell your mom that, but you donât know how long youâll be able to keep up the lie after you two leave after break. It was easy when he was just a random name you threw out, but now your mom has actually met him, and heâs doing a little too well at charming her.
And maybe you too. Itâs only been two days of pretending to fake date Jeonghan and somehow youâre already questioning your whole relationship with him. You donât know if your heart will take fake dating him for any longer than you have to.
You and your mom head towards the table where Jeonghan sits next to your brother, looking invested in whatever your brother is talking about. You take your seat on the other side of Jeonghan as your mother sits across from you.
âSo, any plans you two have for today?â
âUhm, not at the moment,â you reply.
âYou two should go ice skating! A new place opened downtown. Iâm sure all the cute young couples are going there.â
You perk up at the idea. Ice skating has always been a fun winter tradition for you and now you have a reason to go. Right as the sun is starting to set, you and Jeonghan take off downtown. The city is dressed up in lights and it excites the child inside of you.
âIsnât it pretty?â You ask Jeonghan as you walk down the street.
âIsn't what pretty?â
âThe lights. Look at them. It really gets me in the Christmas mood,â you say.Â
âOh, yeah. They do look nice. Oh, thereâs the skating rink.â
The rink is large and already filled with several people from other couples to families to people just skating solo. There are lights surrounding the rink and you can hear Christmas music playing out of speakers nearby.
You and Jeonghan go and rent your skates before putting them on and heading towards the ice. You slide onto the rink first and then wait for Jeonghan to follow. You watch as he steps out on the ice and moves to push himself forward, only to fall directly on his ass.
You stifle a laugh before reaching down to help him up. As soon as heâs back up Jeonghan moves over to hold onto the wall.
âIs this a bad time to tell you that Iâm not very good at ice skating.â
You actually allow yourself to laugh out loud this time. âWhy did you agree to come?â
âI donât know, your mom seemed so excited about it and so did you.â
You smile before skating up to Jeonghanâs side. âThatâs sweet of you Han, but we donât have to continue if you donât want to. We can just walk around downtown and look at the lights.â
âNo, I want to do this,â Jeonghan states, determined.
âOkay, okay. At least let me help you out.â You move your hand to grasp Jeonghanâs and you start to move. Jeonghan gently lets go of the wall to follow you, his grip on your hand tight.
You skate effortlessly, trying not to giggle as Jeonghan does his best not to fall and pull you down with him. Youâre skating much slower than youâre used to as Jeonghan clings to your arm.
âHow are you so good at this,â Jeonghan whines as you two stop to take a break.
âIce skating is a family tradition for me. Donât worry, you look cute.â You reach up to straighten the fluffy hat on his head.
The moment feels oddly intimate, which is an interesting feeling considering you two have seen each other naked. It almost feels like you two are an actual couple, out on a cute Christmas-y date.
If youâre being honest, Christmas has always been your favorite holiday. You love the whole season and the feeling of family and joy and love. When you were little you always dreamed of having a great Christmas romance, and now you have it, itâs justâŠfake.
You look at Jeonghan to see the soft pink dusting his face and ears and you wonder if itâs because of the cold or if heâs thinking the same thing you are.
âAww, you two are so cute.â The moment is broken and you look to the side to see an older couple skating up to you two. âWould you like us to take your photo?â
âOh, um, sure!â You reply, pulling your phone out to hand to them. Your mom did tell you to take lots of photos.
You skate back over to Jeonghan and position yourself next to him, wrapping your arms around his waist as he wraps an arm around your shoulders. You two lean into each other, smiling at the camera. After that photo is taken you lean in to press a kiss to Jeonghanâs cheek.
The couple then returns your phone and bids you a goodbye. You flip through the photos and Jeonghan peeks over your shoulder at them.
âYou should send those to me.â
You look at him curiously. In all the time youâve known Jeonghan, youâve never known him to care much about having photos of you two together, even as just friends, but you shoot them over to his number anyway. You then grab his hand again and continue to skate.
Even with Jeonghanâs poor skating skills, you two still have fun. The Christmas music sets the mood as you two skate around the rink and you can hear Jeonghan humming along as you skate. The moment is nice.
You two skate for about an hour before Jeonghanâs feet start to hurt and you two decide to put the skates up and pop into a nearby cafe to grab some hot chocolate before exploring downtown more. There is a tree put in the center of the plaza and you and Jeonghan take a few more photos to show your mom.
In the midst of hooking up with Jeonghan, sometimes itâs hard to remember you two are friends as well. Youâre a bit glad for this whole fake dating thing, because it gives you a chance to hang out with Jeonghan in a non-sexual manner. It reminds you of how much you like Jeonghan as just a person and how you enjoy spending time with him. Itâs really nice.
Itâs late into the night when you two finally head back to your house. The lights are already all off and you and Jeonghan creep up to your room quietly, as to not wake up anyone else. You two quietly change into your pajamas before crawling into your bed.
Thereâs a slight chill in the room and you slide over to Jeonghan to try and get warmer. He accepts you into his arms and you two lay there in silence for a moment before he begins to speak.
âYou know, I wasnât sure about this at first, but Iâve been having a lot of fun. Your familyâs great.â
âYeahâŠthey are. Thanks for doing this for me by the way.â
âI mean, it benefits me too, right,â Jeonghan chuckles.
Right. The reason youâre doing this in the first place: the birth control.
Itâs weird to think about now that youâre here. Jeonghan has seemed to blend into your family so well, you nearly forgot the reason this started to begin with.
âHey, are you okay?â Jeonghan asks.
âWhat? Oh yeah. Iâm justâŠtired. I think I should try to sleep.â
âYeah, okayâŠgoodnight.â
When you wake up, Jeonghan is still asleep next to you, and you glance at the clock to see itâs strangely early. Itâs then that you hear the tapping on your door and you stand up to crack it open. Your mom is standing on the other side of the door with a paper in her hand.
âSweetie, sorry to wake you up, but I need you to do me a favor today.â
âWhat is it Mom? Is everything okay?â
âOh yes, nothing wrong, but I need you to go out and buy these things for me.â She passes you the list and you scan over it before shooting your mom a look.
âYou havenât gotten the presents yet?â You hiss. âChristmas is in like four days!â
âI know! Me and your father havenât had time to go with your brother around. Please? Hereâs my card.â She passes you her credit card. âYou can pick up some gifts for yourself as well. Bring Jeonghan along, get lunch, make a day out of it. Please, Pumpkin?â
âYeah, sure, Mom. Iâll get it all.â
âThank you!â Your mom hugs you quickly before leaving. You sigh, staring down at the list. Thereâs quite a few things on it. The closer you look at it you realize thereâs also gifts for your extended family and your father on it. You huff, you have your work cut out for you. At least your mom has marked what store you can find each item.
You walk over to the bed and shake Jeonghan until he wakes up.
âWhaâ?â
âCome up, get up. We have a long day of shopping ahead of us and I want to beat the crowds.â
Jeonghan grumbles a bit more but rolls out of bed. You two get dressed before climbing into your car and heading towards the store. You stop at a coffee shop to get both of you take out cups and head to the first store.
Your brotherâs Christmas list is mainly toys, which you guess you can expect from a five year old. The toy store is already bustling with people and you grab a cart and Jeonghanâs hand so you donât lose each other. You make your way through the aisles, doing your best to find everything on the list.
âWhat about this one?â Jeonghan asks, holding up a green race car. You frown.
âNo. He doesnât like that shade of green, and he already owns three green cars. He wants a purple oneâŠaha! Here it is.â You grab the one on the back of the rack before throwing it into the cart. âOkay. I think thereâs toy dinosaurs a few aisles down, and then we should have everything here.â
You two continue through the store before you find the aisle full of different dinosaur themed toys. You pick up a book for you to gift your little brother yourself and then look over the toys.
âHe already owns a t-rex, a stegosaurus, and a triceratops,â you mutter more to yourself than Jeonghan. You glance through the toys before landing on a dinosaur with a long neck. âBrachiosaurus, perfect.â
You place this in the cart as well and then turn to Jeonghan, who is smiling at you. âYouâre a good big sister, you know that?â
âIâm just doing what my mom asked me,â you tell him as you push the cart towards the check out.
âNo I mean, you pay attention to him. You know what toys he already owns and what colors he likes. Itâs sweet.â
You brush Jeonghan off again, but the words cause a warm feeling to bloom in your stomach. You two stand in the check out line for what feels like forever before youâre able to leave. As you two are walking to the car you look over at Jeonghan and realize he deserves something for Christmas as well. Heâs spending the whole break with you and your family, itâs the least you can do.
âOh shit, I forgot something. Here, take the car keys, Iâll be back in a flash, I promise.â You hand him the keys before running back into the store before Jeonghan can protest.
You weave through the people before making it to the Lego aisle. Youâve seen all of the models inside his apartment, and you figure this will be a good gift for him. You search through the different kits to find the best one, before settling on the electric guitar set. Youâve seen him play the bass a couple of times, and you hope Jeonghan will still appreciate the thought.
The line is a bit shorter this time and you make sure the box is well hidden in the bag before making your way back to the car. You store the bag in the back before slipping into the driverâs seat.
âYou got everything you need?â Jeonghan asks and you smile and nod.
âYep! On to the next place.âÂ
The next store is less exciting than being in a toy store and it seems to be even busier. You and Jeonghan hold hands once more as you walk through the store. His humming to the Christmas music on the speakers calms you a bit, and you allow yourself to enjoy the Christmas spirit more.
You and Jeonghan make it through the store, and another one before you decide itâs time for a lunch break. You two find a cute Italian place to sit down and rest your feet. Youâre waiting for your food to arrive when your phone dings and you see an Instagram notification. You open your phone to see Jeonghan has tagged you in a post.
The first photo is the two of you at the skating rink, your arms wrapped around each other. There are a few more photos. A photo of you holding your hot chocolate while looking at the lights. The selfie you two took in front of the tree in the plaza. The final photo is a photo of you putting an ornament on your own tree at home. The post is captioned Christmas đđâ.
âOur friends are going to think weâre crazy,â you tell Jeonghan. In theory, your friends know you and Jeonghan are sleeping together, but youâve never explicitly said it, and they most definitely donât know that Jeonghan is spending Christmas at your house.
âSo? Let them. Those are cute photos.â You canât argue with that and you drop a like and repost it to your story.
When you finish up lunch thereâs one more store you two have to hit. There are only a few odd and end items left and you canât wait to get home. You and Jeonghan are looking at sweaters when you feel someone bump into you and you lurch forward a bit.
âWatch it,â the man growls.
âHey!â Jeonghan shouts, wrapping an arm around your waist to steady you.
âWhat?â The man turns back around.
âYou bumped into my girlfriend.â Despite this not being the moment to get flustered, hearing Jeonghan call you his girlfriend even without your family around sends butterflies into your tummy.
The man and Jeonghan have a stare down for a moment before the man huffs out a pathetic âsorryâ before walking off.Â
âThanks Han,â you say before you place a soft kiss on his cheek.
âWell, some people just belong on the naughty-list,â he says, which makes you chuckle.
By late afternoon you two finally finish shopping and you get a text from your mom that tells you sheâs taken your little brother to the grocery store so you and Jeonghan have time to get the gifts in the house without him seeing. You and Jeonghan quickly bring everything to your room before closing the door. You make sure to slip the present for Jeonghan under your bed before he notices and you then turn to him.
âWant to help me wrap these presents?â
âOf course.â
You and Jeonghan sit on the floor of your room, where Jeonghan soon finds out youâre awful at wrapping gifts.
âItâs so easy. Itâs just folds and tape,â Jeonghan says as he places a piece of tape on the most perfectly wrapped present youâve ever seen.
âOh shush. I usually use gift bags okay? And now I have you, so you can wrap all of the presents from Santa, and I can do the rest,â you declare as you scribble a To: Mom onto the present you finished wrapping.
âFine, but only because youâre the worst gift wrapping elf Iâve ever seen.â
Though you know itâs meant as an insult, you canât help but smile at the cuteness of his sentence. Youâre also just happy you donât have to wrap more gifts than necessary.
Itâs late when you wake up the next morning, due to the fact you went to bed late last night. You and Jeonghan stayed up to finish wrapping presents and then you two got onto talking about family Christmas tradition and before you knew it, it was two am.Â
The bed is chilly and when you sit up to look, the other side of the bed is empty. You wrap a blanket around you and head downstairs to see Jeonghan and your mom sitting at the table talking. When you look out the window itâs a world of white and you start to feel giddy.
âIt snowed!â You exclaim. âHannie, we have to go play in it!â
You know itâs childish, but you canât help it. You quickly get dressed and put on your winter coat and gloves before heading outside. A few minutes later, Jeonghan exits the house as well, your brother in tow. You search through your garage before you find your sleds and the three of you take a short walk to the park down the street. Thereâs a big hill next to it and you all take turns riding down it.
âCâmon, ride down together with me.â Jeonghan pats the space in between his legs on the sled and you climb on.
Jeonghan pushes off and then wraps his arms around your waist as you two go speeding down the hill. You can feel the snow fly back into your face and your sled goes tilting before you and Jeonghan are completely thrown off. You two land in a heap together and you both start giggling. You roll over in the snow and start to make a snow angel and Jeonghan does the same.
When you stand up and assess your work, you pull out your phone to snap a photo of the two angels next to each other. Youâre just putting your phone away when you feel something cold and hard pelt you in the leg. You look over to see Jeonghan with a mischievous grin on his face, already aiming his next snow ball.
You quickly bend down to grab snow and form your own ammo, while also trying to dodge the onslaught of Jeonghanâs. You two go back and forth, throwing snow at each other, before Jeonghan finally ambushes you and grabs you by the waist and tackles you down into the snow.
You two are breathing heavily as Jeonghan hovers over you. Thereâs a twinkle in his eye and snow in his hair and you think that this might be the prettiest youâve ever seen Jeonghan. Youâre not sure what comes over you, but you reach up and grab him by the collar of his jacket, pulling him down to connect your lips to his.
Jeonghan melts into you, kissing you back. You two lay there in the snow, kissing, until you hear commotion next to you.
âEwww.â You both pull apart to see your little brother standing over you two. You and Jeonghan both blush and Jeonghan climbs off of you before helping you up. âIâm getting cold, can we go back home now?â
Neither you nor Jeonghan make eye contact as you grab the sleds. Jeonghan gives your brother a piggyback on the way home when you get inside your brother pulls Jeonghan off to go play video games together. Youâre grateful for the break, still a bit flustered from your intense kiss earlier.
Youâre luckily able to ignore the boy for the most part for the rest of the day, until itâs time to go to bed. You and Jeonghan shuffle around each other awkwardly until you decide to finally bite the bullet.
âHey, about the kiss earlier, Iâm sorry. I-â
âNo, itâs okay!â Jeonghan cuts you off. âDonât worry I uhâŠI liked it.â
âO-oh, okay,â you mumble.
Neither of you say anything else as you two climb into bed. Youâre not sure if you should move closer to Jeonghan until he reaches over to tug you towards him. You slot yourself into his arms, and you hope he canât feel your heart beating a million beats per second.
Youâre glad you didnât make anything weird with Jeonghan, but now youâre afraid you may have made things a lot more complicated for yourself.
âYou two are on cookie duty,â your mom tells you and Jeonghan as she bustles around the kitchen. Sheâs been stressed since you two woke up. You suppose thatâs fair when itâs Christmas Eve, and it gives you a good reason to not think about you and Jeonghan.
âCan I help? I want to make cookies for Santa!â Your little brother exclaims.
âIf you want to, buddy,â you tell him.
âYay!â
âThereâs a recipe book in the cupboard, and I should have picked up all of the ingredients the other day,â your mother continues.
âWeâve got it Mom, no stressing, okay?â
âOkay. Thank you Pumpkin.â Your mom kisses your cheek before running off to finish errands.
You clap your hands together. âLetâs get to baking.â
Thereâs several cookies your mom has requested you to make and you get to work on the dough for the chocolate chip cookies, while Jeonghan works on the sugar cookies. The chocolate chip cookies are fairly easy and youâre able to pop them into the oven while Jeonghan and your brother are cutting out shapes into the sugar cookies.
âThis one is shaped as a snowflake,â your brother explains to Jeonghan as he stamps the dough.
âAh, I see,â Jeonghan says and you grin. You work around them as you grab the flour to start making gingerbread.
Right as youâre walking past Jeonghan, he spins around, running into you and getting a cloud of flour all over both of you. You can hear your little brother giggling as Jeonghan huffs a laugh.
âYou know, darling, this is pretty cliche,â Jeonghan says, still grinning.
âIt would only be cliche if I smear frosting on the tip of your nose,â you tell him, continuing to walk past. âBut, donât count that out yet.âÂ
By the afternoon the house is warm and filled with the sweet scent of baked goods. The cookies are cooled and all three of you have already sneaked one or two for yourselves as you sit down to decorate. Your brother has been given the task of frosting the sugar cookies for Santa, while you and Jeonghan get to work building a gingerbread house.
âLook, not to brag, but Iâve come in second place every year for my familyâs gingerbread house contest.â
âSecond place? Why not first?â You snicker.
âBecause my cousin is an architect, okay. Itâs called an unfair advantage.â
You giggle once more. âIf you say so, Hannie. Here, you can make the shingles with these.â
The two of you work in harmony, decorating the little house with all of the candy. When the house is finished you two move onto making the little gingerbread man.
âLook at little Hannie,â Jeonghan says, holding up the gingerbread man he just made. Itâs decorated to look like Jeonghan, even done with his signature smirk.
âVery cute,â you tell him. âBut your hair isnât that long anymore.â You reach over and swipe some of the icing used to make his hair off of the cookie before reaching up to smear it on Jeonghanâs nose.
âOh I see,â Jeonghan hums, doing his best to keep the grin off his face.
âI told you, donât count it out yet.â
Before you can even stop him, Jeonghan is dipping into the bowl of frosting and swiping a streak over your cheek. You squeal as Jeonghan grins proudly.Â
âThere, now weâre even.â You fake pout at Jeonghan slightly and he playfully rolls his eyes before leaning in and kissing your cheek, right over the icing. When he pulls away, heâs licking his lips. âIâm sorry, but revenge just tastes so sweet, darling.â
Itâs your turn to playfully roll your eyes now, not at all upset with Jeonghanâs antics.
You finish up your gingerbread self as well and place it next to Jeonghanâs in front of the house. Jeonghan pushes his towards yours even more, so their hands touch. âLook, theyâre now holding hands.âÂ
âYouâre so stupid,â you tell him, but youâre smiling.
âYou like that Iâm stupid,â Jeonghan teases.
âMaybeâŠbut only a little bit,â you say, but itâs enough to make Jeonghan grin from ear to ear.
It's a Christmas tradition in your house to spend Christmas Eve watching everyoneâs favorite Christmas movies, and this year your brother is actually able to make a suggestion.Â
âJeonghan, sweetie, you get to suggest a movie as well,â your mother tells him as she readies the hot chocolate.
âReally? I wouldnât want to impose?â
âYou should know by now youâre not imposing, and if anything, itâs Christmas Eve, you deserve to have some cheer as well. It will be nice to have something new in the lineup of movies.â
Your mom starts to pour the hot chocolate into mugs before sliding the reindeer shaped mug towards your brother. Itâs his favorite cup to use, even when itâs not the Christmas season, though it was originally gifted to you.
âNo Mom, let Jeonghan have it.â Your brother declares as he pushes the mug towards Jeonghan.
âFor me? Thank you!â
You lean in towards Jeonghan. âHe must really like you. He doesnât even let me use that mug, and it belongs to me.â
After the hot chocolate and cookies have been passed out to everyone (and your brother has set some out for Santa), you all move into the living room. Your parents sit in their chairs and your little brother places himself on the floor right in front of the TV. You and Jeonghan move over to the couch where you naturally slot yourself into his arms, you two cuddling up together as you throw a blanket over your laps.
The first movie of the night is your brotherâs choice, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. Itâs a classic and you canât be mad at the choice. The whole time Jeonghan keeps making jokes only loud enough for you to hear and you keep giggling, causing your brother to glare at you, causing you to elbow Jeonghan in his side.
âYou better not distract me when weâre watching my movie,â you warn Jeonghan.
Jeonghan throws his hands up in fake surrender. âOh darling I wouldnât dare.â
Your favorite Christmas movie is A Charlie Brown Christmas and you make your family watch it every year. For you, it never gets old, and you watch it with what can only be described as stars in your eyes. You know Jeonghan finds it amusing, but you canât help your love for all things Peanuts and something about that silly little Christmas tree brings you joy.
Instead of your parents choosing a movie, Jeonghan gets to choose this year, and youâre thankful you donât have to watch your dadâs choice, A Christmas Story. Instead Jeonghan chooses the Jim Carey version of The Grinch, which makes you grin wide.
âThatâs my second favorite Christmas movie. Did you know that?â
âNope, I guess we just have great taste, darling.â
âOf course we do. I mean, weâre dating each other,â you flirt and you watch Jeonghan duck his head in embarrassment.
Jeonghan shifts his position so youâre sitting in between his legs, leaning back against him. His arms wrap around your waist as he rests his head on your shoulder. Itâs cozy and your heart feels full at the moment.
You know none of it is real, that itâs all fake for something as trivial as birth control, but right now, you so desperately want it to be real. Enough that youâll let yourself believe it is, even if itâs just for a moment.
Itâs late when the movie is finished and your brother is doing his best to keep his eyes open.
âHey little man, if you donât go to bed soon, Santa wonât come,â you tell him as you pick him up in your arms.
âB-but Santa has to come,â he mutters in a sleepy voice.
âWell then let us put you to bed.â You carry your brother to his bedroom, Jeonghan following you behind.
âWhat if I canât sleep? Is Santa still going to come?â
âIâm sure youâll be able to sleep, buddy. Do you want us to read you a story?â
âPlease?â
âHey Han, thereâs a copy of The Night Before Christmas in my room, could you go grab it?â You ask Jeonghan and he nods. He comes back a few minutes later, holding the book. He settles next to you on the bed and you hold the book open for your little brother to see.
You and Jeonghan take turns narrating the book until your little brotherâs eyes droop down and heâs fast asleep. You and Jeonghan quietly sneak out of the room and slip into yours. Due to the presents being hidden in your room, itâs your turn to play Santa.
You and Jeonghan carry the presents to the living room before placing them under the tree. It looks picture perfect when you two are done. You and Jeonghan move over to the plate of cookies set out before both grabbing one and tapping them together.
âCheers,â Jeonghan says.
âCheers, to our success at playing Santa.â You both bite into your cookies, making sure to leave crumbs on the plate for your brother to see in the morning. You split the glass of milk, leaving a few drops at the bottom.
âLook.â Jeonghan points up and you catch sight of the spring of mistletoe. Your family has never been ones to do mistletoe and you wonder if your mom put it up this year just because she knew Jeonghan was going to be with you.
Youâre surprised you didnât see it earlier, but to be fair you havenât been home much the past few days, and even when you have you havenât been near the fireplace.Â
Right then the clock in your house strikes midnight, and you lean in to kiss Jeonghan. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into him, as you cup his face. You two kiss for what youâre sure is much longer than it needs to be before pulling away.
âMerry Christmas, Jeonghan.â
âMerry Christmas, darling.âÂ
âSanta! Santa, Santa, Santa! Santa was here!â You wake up to screaming and you barely have time to process what is happening when your bedroom door is flung open and thereâs a tiny body attacking you and Jeonghan.
âYeah, buddy, we know,â you mumble as Jeonghan yawns loudly. âWeâll be there in a second.â
âYou better be.â With that your brother leaves and you and Jeonghan decide itâll be best if you two make your way into the living room.
Your parents are both already in the living room, both of them looking tired as well. Your brother is eagerly sitting in front of the tree, inspecting each present as he waits for you and Jeonghan to shuffle over to the couch. Jeonghan sits down and you practically sit on his lap with how close you get to him, cuddling into his side, wishing you were still asleep.
âMerry Christmas! Say hi to the camera,â your dad says as he holds his phone up to record your little brother.
âHi!â He says while waving enthusiastically. âMerry Christmas! Can I open my presents now?â
Your mom chuckles before telling him to do so.
You watch with half interest as your brother opens his presents, doing your best to wake up. Jeonghan is warm against you, though, and it makes you more sleepy. It isnât until your brother is almost done opening his presents from Santa that youâre awake.
As soon as your dad has picked up all of the wrapping paper, you move towards the tree to open your own presents. Itâs nothing much, as you really only asked for clothes and a few other things for your apartment. The life of a college student.
When youâve thanked your parents for your presents you hand them their presents from you. Youâre satisfied at the giddy your little brother has for the dinosaur book you got him and he gives you a giant hug.
âPumpkin, whatâs that present left under the tree?â Your mom points at the final present under the tree.
âItâs my present for Jeonghan,â you say as you pick it up and hand it to the boy.
âYou got me something?â Jeonghan asks you, a bit of awe in his face.
âOf course.â You sit down next to him and press a kiss to his cheek. âI hope you like it.â
Jeonghan rips the wrapping paper off to reveal the Lego set underneath, and Jeonghan gasps. Thereâs an excited grin on his face as he looks between the box and you.
âYou got me this?â
âYeah, I noticed the sets in your room and thought youâd like this. I know you play the bass but-â
Jeonghan cuts you off by lunging forward and kissing you. You melt into him, reciprocating the kiss. When you pull back, thereâs a twinkle in his eye. âThank you, itâs perfect.â
âOh, let me take a photo!â Your mom exclaims. âGo stand in front of the tree.â
You know thereâs not fighting your mom and you pull Jeonghan over. You press your sides together, smiling at the camera. Your brother wants on as well so you two pick him up and hold him between you two.
âAww, my babies, you guys look so cute! Okay, now who wants breakfast?â
Youâre standing on your back porch, watching the snow fall, when you hear steps approaching. When you turn around youâre not surprised to see Jeonghan approaching you.
âYou know, you didnât have to get me anything for Christmas. Let alone a Lego set.â
You shrug. âI wanted to. Youâre doing this for me, and I wanted to give you something to show my appreciation.â
âWell thank you. It means a lot to me.â Jeonghan moves closer to you and wraps his arms around you. You accept his hug, snuggling into his arms. âIâm sorry I didnât have anything for you.â
âItâs okay. I didnât expect you to. You just being here is enough.â
Jeonghan pulls away from you slightly, so he can look you in the eyes. You can see him struggling to say what he wants to, before he eventually just spits it out. âThereâs something I need to tell you.â
You furrow your eyebrows. âIs everything okay?â
âIâŠIâve really enjoyed the past week, and itâs made me realize I need to be honest with you. I really like you, and I have since we first met. We had that first date which ended in us having sex, and when you never brought up a second date I kind of figured you just wanted to keep it on a physical level. I didnât mind, but I guess I always kind of wanted it to be more,â Jeonghan admits. âAnd being here, and spending all this time together and not having sex, it kind of made me realize just how much I like you.âÂ
You can feel your heart beating in your chest as Jeonghan speaks. He likes you. Yoon Jeonghan likes you, and has had a crush on you since you first met. The notion makes your stomach erupt in butterflies.
You stare at him, his cheeks slightly pink from the cold and white snowflakes dotting his black hair. He looks like an angel.
âI understand if you donât like me back, but I needed to tell you that. Iâm not sure what this means for us but-â
Itâs now your turn to cut Jeonghan off with a kiss. Your hold on him tightens as you pull him into you and Jeonghan eagerly accepts. He moves his hands to cup the back of your neck, holding you gently as he deepens the kiss. Youâre both a little breathless when you pull apart and Jeonghan has a giant smile on his face.
âI like you too. A lot. And being here made me realize I want this to be real, if you do too.â
âYes. I would love that.â
âWell then, I hate to inform you that I donât think we can be fake dating anymore, as I have a very real boyfriend.â
âIs that so?â
âOh yes. And heâs very handsome and talented and a very good kisser.â
âWell itâs a good thing I also have a very real girlfriend, who is also a very good kisser.â Jeonghanâs face gets closer to yours as he talks before he leans in fully at the end, kissing you once more.
âYour father and I are going to go look at Christmas lights with your brother. Would you two like to join?â You mom pokes her head into your bedroom where you and Jeonghan are cuddled up on your bed, watching a movie.
You've been spending the day just enjoying each other's presence. You've also been answering sporadic texts from your friends, asking about you and Jeonghan after your Instagram post earlier.
You posted the photo of you kissing his cheek in the ice rink, the photos your mom took this morning, and a photo of your gingerbread men holding hands, captioned My favorite present this year âĄ. Your friends have been hounding you about it since.
You glance at Jeonghan and down at your laptop before turning to your mom.
âI think weâll just stay here,â you tell her.
She just smiles at you two. âOkay, have fun. Weâll probably be gone for a few hours.â Neither you nor Jeonghan miss the wink she sends you two.
You can hear the garage door open and close as your family leaves and you and Jeonghan both glance at each other. Youâre not quite sure what the rules are on how long you should wait to have sex after becoming a couple, but then again, itâs not like you and Jeonghan havenât fucked before.
âDo you want to-â
âYou know just because we-â
You both stop talking when you realize the other one is. You gesture for Jeonghan to continue.
âJust because weâre now officially dating, doesnât mean we canât still have sex,â Jeonghan says. âUnless you want to wait.â
âNo, I actually was going to ask if you uh, wanted to have sex.â You almost feel awkward, talking about it, like you two havenât been hooking up on the regular for over a year.
Youâre relieved of the uncomfortableness as soon as Jeonghan turns to kiss you. After a week of kissing for show, itâs nice to finally kiss him for yourself. As strange as it might be, it feels nice to kiss Jeonghan like this. Though youâre excited to see where dating Jeonghan takes you, hooking up is how you know him best.
Jeonghan moves your laptop off your laps and climbs on top of you, pressing you into the bed. Though youâre used to sleeping with Jeonghan, thereâs still a new air to this. You donât think youâve ever seen Jeonghan so eager to fuck you, but you canât say youâre complaining at all.Â
Your lips slide together, deepening the kiss, as Jeonghanâs hand ghosts your waist. You can feel his tongue swipe against your lips right as he starts to push his hand up under your shirt. You gasp when you feel his hand grope your tits and Jeonghan takes that moment to slip his tongue into your mouth.
You whimper as you feel his hand slide under your bra as well, his fingers playing with your nipples. His tongue explores the inside of your mouth and you suck on it slightly before pulling away all together. As you take a moment to catch your breath, Jeonghan moves down to suck at your neck.
âF-fuck, Hannie,â you whine.
âSo pretty, darling,â Jeonghan mutters.
You push Jeonghan off of you slightly, so you can remove both your shirt and bra. With your chest now bare, Jeonghan takes the liberty of wrapping his lips around your nipple. He flicks the bud with his tongue, while his hand shows the other one some love. Your body arches up into his touch as you feel your cunt clench down around nothing, desperate to have him inside of you.
Jeonghan must realize this as well, and he pops his mouth off of you. âWant me to touch you, pretty girl?â
âPlease,â you beg. You wiggle your hips a bit and Jeonghan chuckles as he hooks his fingers into your waistband and slides both your pajama pants and underwear off in one go. Like heâs on autopilot, Jeonghan reaches down and starts to rub at your clit with two fingers.Â
âFuck, youâre so wet already. Do you want my fingers or my mouth?â
âD-donât care,â you mutter, already enjoying the pleasure of his fingers pressed against you. âPick one. Both. Whatever. Just please, donât stop touching me.â
You gasp a bit when Jeonghan pushes your legs apart even further, allowing himself to slip in between them. He leans down and starts to kiss your thighs, leaving small nips every once in a while. When itâs clear youâre too impatient for this, Jeonghan closes the gap between his mouth and your pussy, pressing a kiss to your entrance. From there, it only gets messier as Jeonghan darts his tongue out to lap at your arousal. He licks a thick strip along your slit, stopping at your clit so he can wrap his lips around it. You moan as you feel him suck on the bud.
His hands are holding on tight to your thighs, keeping them apart. His tongue swirls around your clit and you buck your hips up as your hands fly to grip onto the sheets. Youâre sure you look pathetic, but you donât care if it means you can get head this good.
His mouth switches between sucking your clit and licking at your entrance. Youâre dripping slick now, even as Jeonghan licks it up. He buries his face between your thighs deeper, and youâre sure his face is a mess now. He drags his teeth against your sensitive clit and you whine loudly.
Jeonghan seems to be happy with his affect on you and he finally gives attention to how empty you feel. His finger rubs your slit for a second before he pushes it inside of you. Youâre completely drenched and his finger glides in with ease, allowing him to slide a second one in not long after.Â
His mouth is still working at your clit as he fucks a third finger into you. He thrusts them deeper each time, curling them back to hit the soft spot of your walls. It pays off to have someone know your body so well, and you can already feel your brain going fuzzy as Jeonghan knows all the right places to hit.
Your abs tighten as you can feel yourself approaching your orgasm. Your thighs clamp down around Jeonghanâs head as a warning, and then youâre shaking as you reach your high. You moan freely, your hands grasping at the sheets, as Jeonghan continues to work you through it.
When your body has calmed down, you sink into the bed, allowing yourself to rest for a moment. Jeonghan has finally come up for air, his whole face shiny with your arousal. You grab him a tissue and he wipes off his mouth and fingers.
âYouâre turn,â you whisper as you push Jeonghan down onto the bed. Heâs still completely dressed you and push his shirt up to kiss down his stomach before pulling down his pants and underwear like he did to you.Â
His cock springs free, fully hard and leaking. You slot yourself between his legs and waist no time taking the tip in between your lips. You suck gently before working your way down his length. After doing this many times, youâve had practice taking him, and you can completely get his whole cock down your throat.
Though Jeonghan isnât very blessed in the girth department, his cock is the longest youâve ever been with, being able to reach deep inside you and down your throat. You bob your head up and down, letting his tip hit the back of your throat, before you pop off his cock, wrapping your lips around the shaft as your hand fondles his balls.
Your tongue darts out so you can run it against his cock, swirling it around the rim of his tip. You can hear the stuttered breathing of Jeonghan above you, as you back to sucking at the head of his cock. His pre-cum coats your tongue, and you have to admit, the salty taste brings you joy.
âG-gonna cum,â Jeonghan mumbles before heâs spilling his load right into your mouth. You do your best to catch it all, but some still slips out and drips down your chin, which you think makes Jeonghan cum even harder. âFuck, your mouth is so good.â
You pull your mouth off of Jeonghan, swallowing the rest of the cum in your mouth, and Jeonghan groans. You crawl back up to Jeonghanâs face, kissing him. If the fact you just had his dick in your mouth bothers Jeonghan, he doesnât show it.
âNeed you in me, Hannie,â you tell him.
âOkay baby,â Jeonghan responds. He flips you over, so youâre laying on your back. He removes his shirt, so youâre both completely naked, before leaning down to kiss you again.
Youâre not sure how his cock is still hard, despite just cumming, but you canât complain when you feel him rubbing his tip against your slit. His kiss deepens as he pushes inside of you, your walls clenching down to mold against his cock.
You try to relax, but he feels so good sliding into you. After a moment heâs fully inside of you, his tip pressed snug up against your cervix. Jeonghan slowly slides out of you before slamming back in. Your pussy is soaking wet and youâre sure Jeonghanâs cock is drenched, if the wet squelch was any indicator.
Jeonghan starts to slowly thrust in and out of you, building up his pace as he goes. Your thighs hug his hips as you wrap your legs around him and your fingers dig into his back. You can feel his mouth suck at your collarbone as he slams into you harder.
His cock reaches deep in you, the drag of his cock against your walls causing your brain to go even more incoherent. All you can think about is Jeonghan and his body against yours and his cock fucking you so good. Thereâs a reason youâve let him hit with no strings attached for so long, itâs just even better now that you can fully call him yours.
âYou feel so good around me,â Jeonghan mumbles into your neck. âPerfect fucking pussy.â
âLove your cock,â you mumble back. âSo deep inside.â
âFuck, need you to ride me.â
You and Jeonghan take a moment to reposition and then youâre bouncing in his lap. Your grip onto his shoulders tight for leverage as you fuck yourself on his cock. His cock hits as a new angle in this position and all you can do is moan like a bitch in heat.Â
Jeonghan reaches down and grabs onto your ass, guiding you up and down his cock as he squeezes the flesh. Your tits are bouncing wildly in Jeonghanâs face and he leans forward, sucking one into his mouth. You throw your head back as your eyes flutter close, lost in your pleasure.Â
Your thighs get tired at some point and you start to just grind against him, his cock curving up into you at just the right angle. Jeonghan can sense your neglected clit and he reaches down to start rubbing circles into it. Your cunt clenches down, and both you and Jeonghan can tell youâre about to cum soon.
âNeed your cum, Hannie,â you tell him, your words slurring together. âFill me up.â
âAnything for you, darling,â Jeonghan says, half delirious himself.
It only takes one final jerk of your clit to have you trembling around him. Your pussy walls fluttering against his cock as you fall forward against Jeonghan, your body twitching as you cum. You can feel Jeonghanâs cock throbbing inside of you as he cums as well, filling you full of his seed.
You both lay like that for a while, with Jeonghan still inside of you as you exchange soft kisses. When itâs clear you need to get up, you slowly lift yourself off of Jeonghanâs cock, and you can feel his cum slide out of you.Â
âFuck, we need to wash my sheets,â you mumble.
âOkay, but letâs cuddle for just a bit longer.â And well, you canât say no to that.
âOh, we hate to see you two go,â you mom says as Jeonghan finishes putting your things into your car. âVisit soon, okay? And bring Jeonghan as well.â
âYes Mom, I will.â You lean in to hug her.
âThank you for allowing me to stay with you guys over break,â Jeonghan tells your mom and she pulls him into a hug as well.
âThank you for being such a good guest. And for being such a good boyfriend to our Pumpkin. Visit soon, okay sweetheart?â
âOf course.â Jeonghan smiles at your mom.
âBye-bye!â Your little brother says as he hugs your leg. You reach down and pick him up so you and Jeonghan can hug him in between you two. You press a kiss to his cheek.
âBye, buddy. Iâll see you soon, okay?â
âSeen you soon!â You let him down and he runs off.
âText me as soon as you get to your apartment.â
âI will. Okay, we really have to go.â
âI love you,â your mom says as she kisses your cheek.
âI love you too.âÂ
âOkay bye Pumpkin, bye Jeonghan.â You both wave before climbing into the car.
As you take off you reach over and grab Jeonghanâs hand.Â
âWell it seems this was a successful trip,â Jeonghan says.
âVery,â you agree.
You not only got a boyfriend, but now you donât ever have to tell your mom you lied to her to get on birth control. Itâs really a win-win situation in your eyes.
You glance over at Jeonghan to see him already staring back at you. Yeah, it truly is a win.
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The art of pleasure ch. 4
Charm ° Hwang Hyunjin
When one girl in your class makes fun of you for being a virgin at a party, you are left distraught. It's only natural that you decide to whine about it to your best friend, Bang Chan; but he does more than lending a shoulder to cry on, he comes up with a solution. He and his 7 friends will help you and teach you all about the pleasure of the flesh. What could go wrong?
Genre: College AU, smut 18+ ONLY WC: 1.8k+
Warnings: fraternity skz. inexperienced reader, experienced hyunjin, unprotected sex, clit play, creampie, hyunjin likes hairy pussy, first time, virginity loss
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A week after your little encounter with Changbin, you were still thinking about him. His charm was unmatched, no man had ever treated you and made you feel like a woman as much as Changbin. The way his body had reacted to you, to your touch, to your mouth, had made you feel like the most powerful person in the world. His soft loving eyes had made you feel safe and appreciated.
Everyday your fingers hovered over his contact, you yearned to call him, to hear his voice, feel his hands in your hair and his mouth on yours. You had never wanted a second date so badly in your entire life.
Unknown number:
Good Morning, itâs Hyunjinnie<3
Iâd like to take you out this weekend if youâre free <3
The hearts made you smile, Hyunjin was as much a lover boy as Chan had said. A frown quickly subsided, you could not keep thinking about Changbin while being with another guy, it wouldnât have been fair to him. And frankly speaking, you were hellbent on enjoying to the fullest this new date; Hyunjin was gorgeous and famously picky with his hookups, being chosen almost felt like an honor and you wanted the opportunity to brag about it.
The number you called was so familiar that it was engraved in your memory and even under hypnosis you wouldnât have been able to forget it.
âHello??â
âChannie, I need your help!â
âWhat-what is going on, baby?â Chan has never sounded that out of breath in his entire life.
âBaby? Are you talking to a girl? Do you have a girlfriend?â a muffled female voice resounded on the other side of the phone. Chan tsked, you had never heard him do that, with you he was nothing but extremely polite.Â
âYou can go, Iâll call you.â If your phone hadnât displayed Chanâs contact name, you wouldâve thought you had called the wrong number. A chill ran down your spine at his icy cold tone. Maybe the stories about him being a fuckboy were true after allâŠ
âChan? Were you with a girl?â
âDonât worry about it baby,â he mumbled into the phone. He sounded like a child caught with his hands in the cookie jar, he knew what you were thinking and he was embarrassed that you had to witness that side of him.
âDonât worry? Were you fucking Chan?â The conversation was getting more and more absurd with each passing second and the tension and embarrassment was palpable even if you were in two different places.
âYes?â
âWhy the hell would you answer your phone, then?â
âBaby please, donât push it! Just tell me what you need,â he whined. You could picture his face in your head with accuracy, lower lip slightly pushed out and sparkly round eyes.
âAlright,â you sighed, you could never resist him when he got like that, âI have a problem with our lessons, are you free to talk?â
âIâm sorry, Iâm a little busy these days, baby. Can we hang out this weekend?â
âI have a lesson with Hyunjin this weekend, Channie.â
âThatâs perfect! Iâll see you saturday!âÂ
He hung up without even waiting for your answer. Damn fuckboy.
Laying on Chanâs bed felt weird and gross after the call from a couple of days earlier, even worse knowing that your friend might have finished what he had started.
âWhatâs with the face?â his voice soft and muffled by the skin of your neck against which Chanâs face was smushed.
âJust wondering if Iâm laying down on crusted jizz,â you teased, half serious half joking.
âBaby!â he whined again, his feet kicked lightly against your legs.
âAlright, alright, you big baby, now stop kicking me!â
âWhat did you want to talk about anyway?â Chan cuddled even more into you and started nosing at the spot behind your ear. Suddenly the room was starting to feel hot.
âI canât stop thinking about Changbin, the way he made me feelâŠIâve never felt that way before.â
Chan scoffed and suddenly detached himself from you. The atmosphere in the room shifted in a matter of seconds, from warm and friendly to icy.Â
âYou can always go on a date with Changbin after the lessons, focus on whatâs in front of you, not behind.â Even if he was irked, his advice was always on point.
âAnd youâre worried about Hyunjin right?â
âYes, it wouldnât be right to him..â your best friendâs attitude had completely changed and suddenly you felt judged. Chan sighed.
âThank you Channie, are you sure youâre ok-â
The sudden slam of the door against the wall made you and your friend jump in your spots.
âHyung, how do I look? Good enough for Y/N?â
Hyunjin stood at the door in all of his glory; he wore baggy black pants, a tank top and a red cardigan. He looked delectable.
âY/N, I was about to come get you,â his smile was the brightest you had ever seen and made him even prettier if that was even possible. You got up quickly.
âYou should go,â Chan wasnât even looking at you as he bid you goodbye. You were conflicted, leaving would mean things would stay weird with Chan but you were starting to feel quite horny and your vagina was starting to do the thinking instead of your brain.
Your indecisiveness and the weird atmosphere in the room were broken when Hyunjin took your hand and gently dragged you outside of the room.
âBye Channie,â you whispered.
Hyunjinâs car was clean and tidy, it perfectly embodied his lover boy persona. He drove steady, with confidence; his right hand delicately caressed your thigh over your skirt, he didnât make any move to raise the hem of your clothing to touch the rest of you. You were getting impatient, you wanted his hands on you. Wetness seeped into the cotton of your panties; he was so hot and riling you up so effortlessly that you almost hated himâŠalmost.Â
Suddenly his index finger ventured past the fabric of your skirt and came in contact with your skin. An electric feeling spread from his touch through your entire body, your pussy pulsed in response. God you were so pathetic and so wet.Â
Right when you were debating whether to jump him or not, the car came to a stop.
âWeâre here, pretty,â Hyunjin murmured softly as not to break the sacred silence that was in the car.Â
The view in front of you was breathtaking. The lights of the town shone under you forming tiny little dots on the ground. Above the night sky presented itself in all of its glory, you had never seen so many stars in your entire life.
âWhat do you think? Do you like it?â Hyunjin was behind you, his hand ghosted over your waist.
âI love it, itâs really pretty.â
âYouâre really pretty,â his breath fanned against your neck, his whole front was pressed against your body and you could feel every single part of him.
âHyunjin, please touch me, I canât wait anymore,â you whined. In a heartbeat Hyunjin spun you around, like he was waiting for your words, and his lips were on yours. The kisses were soft, slow and passionate, his hands were confident in their ministrations as they moved across your body. Hyunjin was an exceptional kisser, the best one so far and you were happy you decided to stop thinking about Changbin and just enjoy the moment.Â
So immersed in the feeling of his soft lips you didnât notice his hand sneaking under your skirt and inside your panties. The rhythmic movement of his fingers on your clit elicited a gasp from you, Hyunjin smiled.
âYou donât shave?â the boy moaned. You froze in your spot, Minho hadnât minded so you thought Hyunjin wouldnât either.
âGod, baby, thatâs so hot, I need to have you,â your lover moaned out before you could answer. It was one of the most sensual sounds you had ever heard.
Your kisses got deeper and more sensual, the more the tension rose the more Hyunjin slowed down until all of his movements became languid and intense. His hand in your panties stroked your sensitive bud gently, giving you enough stimulation to curl your toes but not enough to make you cum.
âLay down, pretty,â Hyunjin gently pushed you back towards the blanket he laid down while you were admiring the view and you complied, tonight you had no desire to disobey him. Above you, he shook off his cardigan showing off his toned arms and then slowly pulled down his pants and boxers. He smirked, he was giving you a show. His cock sprung free from the confinement of his underwear and slapped against his stomach, he was long and veiny. You wanted him in your mouth but maybe another time.
âAre you feeling okay?â the boy laid down on you, your bodies pressed together, his cock against your clothed pussy.
âI'm gonna die if I don't feel you inside me, Hyunjin.â He chuckled at your impatience, but his fingers hooked under the waistband of your panties and he dragged them down quickly. He was as affected and impatient as you.
âAre you ready?â The tip of his cock prodded against your entrance and, after your nod of approval, breeched you. It was a weird sensation, an intrusion that wasn't purely unwelcomed, but Hyunjin soothed the discomfort immediately by pressing his thumb against your throbbing clit making you keen out loud.Â
âGod, you're so warm,â he grunted against your neck. His strokes were slow and powerful, he was sensual even when fucking with no feeling attached. The tip of his cock hit a spot deep within you that made you see stars and bite down on your lip with every stroke.
âAre you close, beautiful? I can't last long, you're too warm and wet,â he moaned and panted inside your ear. His thumb sped up the circles on your swollen clit and you cried out in pleasure. This was only your first time but you were already hooked on this feeling, or maybe Hyunjin just knew what he was doing.
âWhere do you want it?â
âInside, please.â
His thrusts became harsher and harsher, your tits bounced everytime his pelvis came in contact with your ass and thighs. Moans and pants came out of his lips, he wasn't scared to be vocal and you loved it. A long, strangled whimper sounded in your ear and suddenly hot spurts of cum spilled inside you. The feeling of his release was the last thing that took you to get over the edge. Your body shook in pleasure and your thighs tightened around Hyujinâs waist.
You figured you almost passed out because when you came to, Hyunjin was laying on his back and you on top of him, your thighs still locked around him.
âWas it good enough for a first time?â His hand lightly scratched your scalp.
âIt was great, thank you Hyunjin.â
A comfortable silence fell between you, the only thing that could be heard was yours and Hyunjins breathing and heartbeats.
âI'd like to paint you next time, you have a really pretty pussy.â You poked his side and he giggled.
âYou haven't seen it.â
âBut I felt it. Will you let me?â
âMaybe next time.â
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Paring: Agatha Harkness x Reader | Platonic Nicholas & Reader
Summary: Nickieâs mom has got it going on.
A/N: This is the biggest thing Iâve written so far and I hope you guys like it!
This fanfiction is inspired by the song Stacyâs mom. There are a lot of references to the lyrics and the clip, so let me now which ones do you guys catch!
OH AND if you guys click on the clothe Iâm describing, a link will take you to the image a had in my mind while writing.
This isnât beta read and english isnât my mother language, so bear with me.
Warning: Smut, (18+) age difference, (brief) mommy kink, fingering.
Word count: 8.1k
Date: Oct 29, 2024
Comments and constructive criticism are always welcome!
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Being back in your hometown feels weird, the feeling of seeing people stuck in time and unsatisfied with their life always gives you a turn on the stomach. Youâd rarely come up here after your family moved a few years ago, the main reason for visiting was your bestfriend Nicholas, but more times than not he was the one who traveled to spend time with you. Your city was so much better in multiple senses, especially now that you live at the college dorm.Â
As you didnât have any relatives in town, you inevitably stayed at Nickieâs house. This time though, you felt like an intruder. Your friend commented on his parentsâ recent divorce and how tension had been high for a while in their house before the separation.Â
During the years youâve known Nicholas, you hardly ever saw his parents, they were always on some kind of work trip and left Nicholas to be the host of the house when you were there. Weirder, though, was the fact that they were never together. From what your friend had told you, they traveled at the same time, but to completely different places. Apparently they were both on the enterprise business, you werenât really sure of what.Â
Youâd cross paths with Mr. Scratch a couple of times, but you hadn't seen his mother since moving away as a child, you just remember her imposing presence and the overwhelming crush you used to have on her.Â
Your friend had mentioned that she would be home this time. She hadnât taken a vacation in years, but the separation seemed to bring calmness to her and she was trying to spend more time with her son, at least thatâs what he told you, and it wasnât like she needed to work overtime for money, they were rolling in it.Â
You shyly roll your suitcase into the houseâs pathway, anxiety eats you away and you hope that the person who greets you is your friend. It would feel awkward enough having Mrs. Harkness around the house while you were there, you didnât want to re meet her after such a long time without Nicholas as a bridge.Â
Letting out a breath when you see your friendâs smile, you jump into his arms, barely giving him time to catch you. His forearms circle your waist and lift your feet off the ground, shaking you left and right like a ragdoll. You huff and hear the sound of your bag hitting the ground after colliding with your foot.Â
âOkay, okay. Thatâs enough.â You playfully pat him on his back and wait for him to settle back down.Â
âExcuse me for being excited to meet my friend, who I haven't seen in over a year, 'cause sheâs too preoccupied with her studies.â He uses your own words to mock you.
âWellâŠIâm here now, arenât I?â Your shrug and he raises an eyebrow at you. âCome on, be useful for once and help me with my bag.â You walk past him and leave your suitcase at the door.Â
âI forgot how insufferable you are.â He complains loud and clear, you turn back around in time to catch the smile in his face and stick out your tongue.Â
âYou know you love it!âÂ
âI might.â He mumbles under his breath and you ignore him, turning back around and going up the stairs.Â
Your relationship with Nickie has always been light and playful, he was like the little brother you never had and you allowed yourself to act childish in his presence. He reminded you of your childhood in this town and running across the street with the other kids. So, when heâd drop hints of something else, youâd just brush it off.Â
âSame room as always?â Your head peaks through the top of the stairs and you stare down at him as he struggles with your bag.Â
âActually, no. My mom is remodeling that one into a massage room.â You raise an eyebrow and he shrugs. âYou can stay at the end of the corridor. Itâs a little further from my room, but Iâm sure you wonât mind.â He settles the suitcase at the top of the stairs and leads you in the direction youâre not accustomed to.Â
âI sure donât.â You assure him. âBut I do wanna know whereâs the illustrious Mrs. Harkness.â He lets out a chuckle at your nervous joke.Â
âShe went out to run some errands, but said sheâd be back soon and bring us pizza for dinner.â He stops at the end of the corridor. At the front wall thereâs a door and on its side another one. He opens up the one on the right. âLike I said, my mom is remodeling some stuff, so this is the closest room we have available on this floor. This door is her bedroom.â He points to the other entry and you try not to react. It would be fine.Â
âOkay!â You exclaim and enter the enclosed space. The place was very similar to the one you were accustomed to, the only difference was spatially.Â
It had a window, wardrobe, bed and bathroom like all the others you had visited at the residence, but this one was faced to the back of the house. A big window opened up to the backyard and you could see the glistening pool water reflecting the orange light of the sun set. Facing the window was the bed and, on its left side, the bathroom.Â
Falling backwards, you bounce on the mattress and cover your eyes with the back of your elbow, all the adrenaline of the trip seems to leave your body at once.Â
Your friend throws your bag by your side. âWhat the fuck did you bring? It feels like thereâs 20 bricks in here.âÂ
âStuff.â You reply passively, not moving a muscle.
He scoffs at you. âOkay, I can clearly tell youâre tired from your flight, so Iâll let you take a shower, put your âstuffâ away and Iâll call you when my mom arrives with our food. Does that sound good?â
âYes, thank you!â You answer him gracefully and only take your arm away from your face when you hear the door close softly.Â
Lazily you sit up on the comfortable surface, open up your suitcase and search for your shower essentials. You feel clammy and stinky after spending a few hours at the airport and on the plane, so a bath is the first thing on your mind.Â
Finding a towel and adjusting the temperature is easy enough and in a few minutes youâre under the water pressure, tiredness mixes with anxiety and you slump against the wall.Â
You feel an overwhelming excitement at seeing Nicholaâs mother and while it feels like meeting your boyfriendâs mom, it is also a completely different feeling. You donât care if she thinks you are good enough for her son, especially since you donât have that kind of relationship with your friend, but you wanted it, craved even, that she liked you.Â
Yeah, your childhood crush hadnât passed.
You try not to let your thoughts eat you away by focusing on your routine and relaxing into the warm water.Â
When youâre done, you get out of the shower and wrap yourself up in a towel. Brushing your wet hair, you look out of the window, the day passed and with it the sunlight. You hope your hair will dry before bed.Â
You hear a soft knock and your friendâs voice. âCan I come in?â
âGimme a second!â You scream back and hurriedly search your bag, grab a big shirt and pajama shorts. âYes, come on in.âÂ
Your friend pokes his head into the room and stares at you. You must be quite a sight from the way his eyes rank over your body. Your hair is dripping, wetting your shirt, thereâs a brush in your cream slicked hands and your shorts are hardly poking out from the shirtâs waistband. You donât understand the appeal.Â
âYes, what is it?â You drawl out, taking him out of his trance.Â
âMom is home, brought us pizza.â He beams at you. âI told her you like pepperoni.âÂ
âAnd you are right as always, my friend.â You tell him in the worst southern accent someone has ever heard.Â
He chuckles and you throw the brush on top of the bed, grab the towel to clean your hands and follow him out of the room.Â
All your anxiety comes back as you go down the stairs, the smell of pizza fills the air and you hear movement in the kitchen. Entering the cooking area, you spot her right away.Â
âMom.â Nickie calls by your side.Â
When she turns around, you feel trapped in a movie. It would be one of those scenes where a character is introduced and turns around in slow motion, with some random song in the back.
You try very hard not to gape at her. She is wearing a light brown loose suit accompanied by a white dress shirt underneath, her sleeves are rolled up to her elbows and on her feet you see expensive pointy black heels. Her hair is dark and matches her gold jewelry, she aged so well you feel like youâre one point away from falling to your knees in front of her. Â
She opens up the biggest smile upon seeing you.Â
âOh hun, come here! Let me take a look at you.â She motions her hands towards herself and you timidly step into her arms.Â
She places her hands on your forearms and slowly runs her eyes over your figure. You squirm under her intense gaze and uncomfortably think about your choice of clothes. You should have dressed up, she looks so elegant.Â
She lets out a hum deep in her throat and you feel like a bug caught in a spiderâs web when she looks into your eyes and smirks.Â
âItâs lovely to finally meet you, dear. Nicholas spoke highly of you, but I must say his words donât do you justice.âÂ
âYeah? Wait until she opens her mouth.â Your friend says by your side and you shove him slightly.Â
Agatha laughs at your antics and winks at you when you look back at her, making you blush.Â
âLet's eat, shall we?â She claps her hands and brings them close to her chest, turns around and grabs the carbon box.Â
Nicholas leads you into the dining table and you sit in front of him, on the left side of the head of the table, where Agatha settles down. You were starving, eating was the next thing on your mind after a shower and now that you are clean, you can enjoy the meal. Politely, you wait until Nicholas takes a slice and offers it to you, nodding eagerly, you extend your plate in his direction.Â
You dive in and barely listen to the conversation they are having, that is, until you hear your name.Â
âYes?â You swallow hurriedly and feel the piece burning your throat as it slides down.Â
âI was asking how college has been treating you, hun.â You gulp down the soda in front of you to smooth the pain. You are pleasantly surprised she knows something about you and is interested enough to ask.
âOh, itâs been great! I really enjoy the course and the professors. Itâs also a bonus that I moved out of my parentsâ house.â You answer her excitedly.Â
âI bet you are taking full advantage of that, right dear?â She says with a playful smile and scrunch in her face, before sipping her glass of wine.Â
âMom!â Nicholas exclaims by her side and you let out a nervous chuckle at the joke.
âIâm just kidding, honey.â She winks at him and waves her hands in the air in a dismissal movement.Â
âI sure am, Mrs. Harkness.â You return the jab and she turns to look deep into your eyes, her mouth slowly grows into a grin.Â
Distantly you hear your friend clean his throat and mumble âI didnât need to know about that.âÂ
You slowly let go of her intense gaze to turn into your friendâs direction.Â
âDonât be a baby.â You throw your napkin across the table and he huffles in response.
After that, dinner doesn't last long. You patiently wait for Nicholas to finish what must be his fifth slice, before getting up and unspokenly offering yourself to clean up the dishes by grabbing the plates. Â
You feel a light touch on your arm. âYou donât have to do that, dear. You must be tired from your flight, Nicholas will clean up for us.â
âI really donât mind, Mrs. Harkness.â You feel her hand run lightly up to your elbow and you hold in your shudder.Â
âWell, I insist.â Looking in your friendâs direction, he gives you a small smile and a nod. âAnd call me Agatha, hun.âÂ
Rapidly blinking, you turn to face her and are met with a smile.Â
âOkay, hummâŠâ Gently setting down the plates, you feel her hand slip from your arm.Â
You hesitate and Mrs. Harkness encourages you. âGo on.âÂ
âGoodnight, then.â You practically run out of the room, stopping to glance back at them and give an awkward smile.
As much as youâd like to protest, Agatha is right. With a full belly, you feel your energy drain, your eyelids become heavy and you can only think about the big warm bed waiting for you.Â
The worry of being a bad guest slips from your mind as soon as your head hits the pillow.Â
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The detergent runs down your hands and into the drain.Â
The window in front of the sink gives you a full view of the houseâs backyard. The midday sun shines down into the grass, the pool glistens invitingly and a light breeze blows away a stuffy day.
Your night was uneventful, exhaustion seemed to take the best out of you and you woke up practically at lunch time. This time, though, you insisted on washing the dishes and wouldnât take ânoâ as an answer.Â
You got carried away by your task a while ago and now your hands move in their own accord. The idea of spending a day under the sun brings a renewed energy into your body and you practically vibrate in anticipation. Itâs been a while since youâve been to a pool or the beach. Â
You startled when your friend jumps to sit on the counter next to you.
âJesus, Nicholas!â You exclaim loudly, stopping your sopped hand midway and preventing a wet shirt.Â
He gives you a boyish smile and says. âSorry, didnât mean to scare you.â
âItâs fine.â You murmur out.Â
One second away from articulating your thoughts and suggesting your idea, you are interrupted by your friend.
âShould we spend the day outside?â He says and you look at him with big eyes and a wide grin.Â
âThatâs exactly what I was thinking!â You exclaim. âIâm almost done here. You can go upstairs and change already.âÂ
âOkay, bossy.â He playfully jabs while hopping out of the counter. On his way out of the kitchen he tells you. âIâm going to ask my mom if she wants to join us.âÂ
Your whole body freezes. The image of Mrs. Harkness wearing only a bikini comes into your mind and leaves you lightheaded, when you look back at him, heâs already gone. Fuck.Â
You rapidly finish the dishes and dry your hand on a towel, run upstairs into your room and close the door softly.Â
Placing your suitcase in the bed, you sort through your clothes in an attempt to find your best bikini. Sprawling everything around and leaving a mess behind, you try to breathe and be reasonable. She wouldnât be looking at you in the same way that you would look at her, there is no reason to be worried. Yeah, right. Just because she wasn't attracted to you didn't mean you didn't want her approval.
Pulling out your favorite red bikini, you let out a small commemorative sound. The two-piece consisted of a top adjustable sideways and held by two strings that made a bow on your nape. The bottom was very similar in style, the front covered you up and was held by little bows on the side that lead to a thong.Â
You change into it and look at yourself in the mirror. The color complemented your skin tone and the shape matched your body type. You repeat to yourself: there is no need to be worried.Â
Easier said than done.Â
You distract yourself by going into the bathroom and grabbing the sunscreen, the last thing you needed was to overthink and start biting your nails.Â
As you leave the bedroom, you follow the sound of someone in the kitchen and find Nicholas eating some kind of fruit.Â
His back is turned and you take a moment to really look at him. He was tall and defined, with a boyish light nature that seemed to make life easier. His light brown hair matches his fatherâs, but, other than that, he was Agatha though and though. Just as attractive as her and definitely broke as many hearts as his mother did. Maybe in another life things would be different between you two.Â
You shudder at the thought. Definitely not this one, though.Â
You approach him and grab a strawberry, barely registering his gaze appreciating your body as you lean into the counter and try to casually ask.Â
âWhat did your mother say?â You take a bite of the berry.
It takes a hot minute for him to take his eyes off of you and respond. âSaid sheâs happy to join us. Sheâs changing, but told us to go ahead if we want to.âÂ
âLet's go then!â You exclaim and rapidly grab your friend and the bowl of fruit.Â
You open the glass door and a light breeze invades the house, you donât stop to appreciate it. Afraid of fainting if you saw Nickieâs mother only in a bikini, you struggle to get into the pool before she comes down.Â
Placing your towel and the sunscreen in one of the chairs, you ignore your friend sitting next to you and move into the pool stair.Â
âWhy are you acting crazy?â He asks with a frown while you step down into the water.Â
âIâm not.â You reply and he lets out a hum. Fuck him for seeing right through your bullshit. âIâm just excited, thatâs all.âÂ
You dive in. The pool is in the perfect temperature for the hotness of the day. It was mostly covered by the shadows of the trees, so, for now, you donât have to worry about sunscreen.Â
Resurfacing and pulling your body into the poolâs edge, you throw a bit of water into your friend and say.Â
âArenât you coming in?â He nods and you add. âBring the strawberries with you.âÂ
Resting your head in the water, you let your body float freely. Your hearing is muffled and you take a moment to breathe in the space and relax. Having Nickieâs mom around was making you more anxious than you were prepared for.Â
You look up into the bright blue sky and observe the clouds. The day was so beautiful and your need for praise and validation was quickly increasing. There was nothing wrong with having a crush, but if it was affecting you this much, you needed to let it go for a while.Â
Your arms flow by your side and you clean your mind.
Time seems to stop in this position and you feel your body ease up for the first time since your friend told you his mother would be around. You hear a commotion outside of the pool and remain with your eyes closed, enjoying the empty pool before Nicholas jumps in and disturbs your peace.Â
That doesnât last long. A few seconds later you feel drops of water splashing on your face. You look up from between wet lashes to find Nicholas with his feet partially inside the water and his mother by his side. He had been calling you.Â
âYeah?â Wiping the excessive water from your face, you stand up.
âWould you mind sharing your sunscreen?â He asks you.Â
âOf course not.â You reply and change focus.
His mother looks even better than youâd imagine, if thatâs even possible. Sheâs wearing a black two-piece and from afar you can see the lace covering the fabric. It fits her body perfectly, the top is similar to yours, but it isnât sideways adjustable. The bottom, though, is very different, where your bikini is thin and revealing, hers has thick strands and you can see that it covers her butt a lot more than yours do. You were right in assuming youâd faint if you saw her outside of the pool. The image makes you dizzy.
âEnjoying the water, hun?â She tracks your body with her eyes and licks her lips.Â
You follow the action and it takes a noticeable second for your brain to process the question.
âYes, I am, MrsâŠAgatha.â You correct yourself and blush, from the slip up and the delay. Your face gets even hotter when she smirks and you realize youâve been caught staring at her.Â
You just canât help yourself. She sits down and spreads sunscreen on herself. This woman is a goddess youâd pray for until the day you die. Her belly is straight and defined, her boobs are small and compliment her body perfectly. When she turns around, asking Nicholas to help reach her back, you blatantly look at her ass. It was round and perky. You feel like a pervert, but that doesnât change the fact that you wish it was you spreading sunscreen on her back.
God, if you had seen her anywhere else, youâd never guess she was more than 45 and had a son.Â
She catches you staring for a second time and winks at you. You dive back into the water to hide your red cheeks. Â
The afternoon runs smoothly. Nicholas joins you in the pool and you try to distract yourself by playing with him. If took a peak or two at his mother bathing in the sun, who could blame you?
It's around 4pm when your friend decides to go inside and grab more fruits. You had devoured the strawberries a long time ago and were now starving after splashing, fighting and swimming with him like a kid. The day had turned out as great as you had expected it to be.Â
You rest your tired head against the edge and hear a faint sound. You feel Agatha walk behind you, all the way to the pool ladder and fight against opening your eyes to stare at her backside.Â
It is the first time she joins you on the water and you hear Nicholas from inside in the kitchen. Your thoughts run free and as relaxed as you are, you get distracted by the image conjured up in your head of your friend picking up fruits and washing them.Â
You get slightly startled when you feel a hand running through your hair ends. Opening your eyes, you breathe in and try not to take a step back. Somehow, in your relaxed state, Agatha has crept up on you and is now standing a foot away. Her eyes are focused on the way her fingers twiddle your tips and in this proximity, you feel how hot her body is from soaking in the sun all day.Â
âI was trying to remember you as a kid.â She starts and looks up into your eyes. âYou were the one with the pigtails, right?â
âYeah.â You let out a laugh as you remember your signature hairstyle back then and add a nervous joke. âIâm all grown up now, though.âÂ
âYes, I can see that.â She replies slowly, her gaze drifting to your breasts.Â
Her hand leaves your hair and descends through the water until you feel a faint touch of fingers in your waist. She smirks, closing up the space between you two. The top of her bikini brushes against yours and pressed against the poolâs edge and her body, you panic when you hear the glass door open behind you.Â
She laughs at your wide eyes and dips her head into the water. Thanking all the heavens and architects that built this house, you turn around in time to see Nicholas rounding the corner.Â
âThere you go.â He sits on the floor next to your sprawled arms and places the bowl in front of your face.Â
Feeling your heartbeat on your throat, you shove a grape on your mouth to calm yourself down.Â
âI think you should put on some sunscreen now. Your cheeks are really red.â You cough and blush even more, he runs his thumb through your face and you try not to flinch at the image he could have walked on.Â
âI was actually about to get out and stay under the sun for a while, so Iâll definitely do that.â You push yourself out of the water and feel eyes on your backside as you place your knees on the floor before getting up. Like mother, like son.
âAw, you are getting out already?â He asks you with pleading eyes and you ignore him as you place yourself in one of the chairs.
âAlready? Iâve been in there for hours. Look at my fingers.â You raise your palm up to show the wrinkled digits.
âYou do look like an old mop.â He tells you with a side smile, you can only roll your eyes and let out a sarcastic laugh. âCome on! My mom just got in, we canât leave her inside the water by herself.âÂ
âOh no, Iâm not staying.â You both turn to look in her direction. âI just wanted to dip in to cool down. Grab me a towel, will you?â She tells her son with a flourish of hands.Â
He picks one from the pile while she steps up the pool stairs. You close your eyes, it wouldnât be good to stare at your friend's mother in his presence.Â
They exchange a few words and Agatha goes inside. Nicholas sits by your side and relaxes into the lounge, mimicking your facing up position. The bowl is placed between you two and from time to time you brush your hands against his when grabbing a berry.Â
The sun shines down and your body heats up. The droplets of water evaporate and you avoid thinking about your little moment in the pool, you had promised yourself you would stop getting anxious around the house. What if Nicholaâs mother may or may not be interested in you? That doesnât change anything.Â
Yeah, right.
God, if Nicholas found out about this crush heâd be heartbroken. Itâs been clear for a while that he has feelings for you that arenât reciprocated.
He doesn't even know you are a lesbian.
âTell me again, when will your classes start?â You ask and remain in the same position. A plan to let him down gently already formed in your mind.
âSame as yours.â He replies without looking at you.Â
You hum. âAre you excited for college?âÂ
âI honestly am, which is unexpected.â He holds the conversation and you both remain with your eyes closed.
âYeah.â You let out a small chuckle. âFor a few years there I thought you had given up on the idea.âÂ
âI had. I was thinking of taking over my parents' company.â
âOh yes, I forgot you are a nepo baby.â You interrupt him and snort when you feel a towel landing on your face.
âAs I was saying. I might still do that, but I shouldnât run the business just because Iâm their son. I want the knowledge to back me up.â He looks into your eyes and you give him a small genuine smile.
âWell, I think thatâs very mature of you. Iâm sure moving out of your motherâs house will help you decide what you want.â Sometimes you forget the 2 year difference between you two.Â
âYeah.â He replies and pauses before adding. âSorry about my momâs comment yesterday.â
You frown and take a while to remember what he was talking about. The dormitory innuendo.
âItâs fine really, sheâs right.â You laugh.
âShe is?â He looks at you with big puppy eyes and you brace yourself for the blow.
âYes. My roommate is cool about it and, more times than not, she thinks the girls I bring in are only friends.â You try to respond to it conversationally.
You look into his eyes and wait for a reaction, his brain doesnât automatically catch up and he stares at you like you had grown a second head. As soon as it dawns on him you watch in slow motion as his eyes grow abnormally wide and his mouth hangs open. You were more worried about his feelings than a rejection, you know heâd never hurt you intentionally.Â
âOh.â He lets out in a breath.Â
He seems to be stuck in place as he takes in the information, so you decide to move for both of you. Grabbing a towel, you place yourself on your feet and get up from the chair. Stretching your arms up and letting out a small groan, you turn in his direction.Â
Out of curiosity, you take a second to look at the house and search for your roomâs window. It doesnât take long to find, itâs the second last to the left and by its side a balcony leads to a spaced bedroom. Squinting your eyes against the sun, you try following the movement you see inside. It takes a while, but your eyes settle against the difference in clarity and you almost fall over.Â
Your brain catches up with the fact that Agathaâs room is next to yours a little late and inside the space you observe as she slowly unties her bikini with her back turned to you. She passes her head through the top knot and stretches her head from one side to another, before smoothing her finger through the indents caused by the bikini. You register your friend calling you and answer without taking your eyes off of her.
âYeah?â You hum and add. âIâm gonna go take a shower.âÂ
You start walking without waiting for a response. You canât take your eyes off of the scene being displayed in front of you, wishing she would turn a little more in your direction. When she starts removing the bottom, you feel the ground under your feet evaporating.Â
Literally.
One second you are walking along the poolâs edge and the next one you feel the breath leave your body as you collide hard against the ground. Your head swims and your left side hurts like a bitch, with your attention somewhere else you forgot the pool floor was wet and slipped on it, hitting your back and hip.Â
You faintly hear your friend getting up and have difficulty breathing through the pain, the world seems to twirl in front of your eyes and at the back of your mind you hear Mrs. Harkness calling out for her son.Â
âDid you hit your head?â Nicholas casts a shadow on you as he crouches down to inspect the situation.Â
Your only response is a groan.Â
Embarrassment doesnât even cross your mind, the pain radiates all the way from your ass to your left shoulder and leaves you thoughtless. The only thing you can concentrate on is trying to help your lungs do their work.Â
âCan you get up?â Your friend tries again.Â
âGive me a second, will you?â You wheeze out.Â
âSheâs fine!â He turns his back and shouts.Â
Dropping your head in the direction heâs facing, you see his motherâs face full of concern as she leans over the balcony with a towel on.Â
Your friend helps you up and you put all your weight on him as you hop into the house.
You throw yourself in one of the kitchenâs chair and your friend grabs a cup of water and pain medication, unspokenly offering to you.Â
Nicholas helps you all the way upstairs and into your room. When he leaves, you rapidly get under the water stream and wash out all the chlorine sticking to your body before exhaustion leaves you infunctional.Â
Out of the shower, you take a moment to look at your back in the mirror, purple spots are already forming and you just know youâll be sore for days.
You throw yourself in bed and immediately pass out, wet hair and naked. A day in the pool has drained all your energy and the medication seems to knock you out completely.Â
Even as tired as you are, your sleep in conturbed. You turn around and rumble your bed, trying to find a comfortable position for your throbbing left side.Â
When you wake up, you are completely disoriented, night has fallen over and your room is pitch black, the only light comes from the moon as your open window curtain is blown away by a light breeze. You search around in the dark for your phone, the bright light shines in your eyes and you squint to look at the time: 1AM. You throw your head back and groan, you had fucked up your sleep schedule and everyone else was probably already asleep.Â
The feeling of an empty stomach gives you enough energy to get up and move to the kitchen. Ignoring the main light, you turn on a few lamps and lighter illuminations around the house, creating a cozy environment. You find a white box on top of the balcony and pop a pill into your hand, swallowing it down with a cup of cold water. The effect of the medication had passed during your afternoon nap.Â
Opening up the fridge, you find the leftovers of last night's pizza. You settle in the counter and eat it straight from the box, don't even bother heating it up. You shove up three slices and, in the meantime, decide to watch a movie. Throwing the empty box on the trash, you go into the television room and settle yourself laying sideways, your right side resting against the sofa.Â
You hear a faint sound of steps coming from upstairs and ignore it. Someone must be going to the bathroom. Deciding on a random channel, you relax into the couch, the ambience and light sound from the television helping with your pain.Â
The medication must be really strong, because you doze off once more. You open your eyes slowly and take a second to realize what has woken you up. Someoneâs fingers are brushing through your hair lightly and a voice calls out your name.Â
Your vision settles on the image of your friendâs mother sitting by your side. Sheâs wearing a long black robe, its pattern has a mixture of purple and green and her hair is resting mainly on her right shoulder. You thank the darkness for hiding the blush covering your cheeks as she looks down at you and asks.Â
âHow are you feeling, hun?âÂ
âBetter. I just took another pill.â You whisper. Â
âDo you mind if I take a look at your back?â Her fingers move from your hair and settle themselves lightly in your left rib.Â
You shake your head and lay more into the sofa. A shiver runs down your body as she slides the thin material of your silk pajama blouse and brushes her hands through, what you assume, is the purple blooming on your skin. Â
âOh.â She lets out.Â
âIs it that bad?â You ask, already knowing the answer.Â
âYes, but Iâve got just the stuff for it.â She tells you and gets up, disappearing into the house.Â
You frown at her ways and focus on the television while waiting. Nicholas was probably asleep and wouldnât wake up until tomorrow, being alone with his mom made you nervous beyond words, especially after earlier. You had no idea if she was only pushing your buttons, because she noticed you had a crush on her or if she was actually interested.Â
The teasing made the thoughts of her having been with a woman cross your mind again. You could imagine, she traveled a lot, her husband was never around and she didnât seem to have an interest in him anymore. It would be so easy for her to fall in bed with a woman on one of her trips.
You hear her bare feet walk into the living room and look up to catch a smile on her face.
âCome one, turn over for me.â Her choice of words makes you obey without a second thought.Â
You cross your arms in front of your face and rest your forehead against them. You feel her presence behind you. Your back is turned to her and this time she doesnât ask for permission before lifting up your shirt. Her nails run through your skin, following the movement.
âNicholas has probably mentioned to you that Iâm turning the upstairs room into a massage space.â You hear the lid of a bottle opening, before feeling something cold against your back. âActually, dear. You should remove this.â She grabs your pajama top and you lift your head without a word.
Your bare breasts rests against the cushions and your head swirls.Â
She hums before spreading the lubricant around, it brings a nice sensation to your heating skin. Inspecting the damage, she concentrates the oil mainly on your left side.Â
Her movements are light until they arenât, she puts pressure at the purple spots and you groan, pain blooming from your back and making you arch your chest into the couch, trying to avoid her feeling. She holds onto your waist to stop the motion, her hands are slick and placed much lower than normally appropriated.Â
âCome on, this will be good for you.â She whispers close to your ear and her hair tickles your back.Â
Like a child waiting for praise, you relax into her touch.
She continues the torturous massage and you can only let out painful moans that seem to sputter her on. Her fingers focus firstly on your shoulders, the reason for removing the shirt apparent now as her fingers circle around the muscle and ease up the tension. This part doesnât hurt as much and youâre able to appreciate it when her fingers work on the tired knots. The tension starts leaving your body and from time to time you let out timid groans of appreciation.
The oil heats up against your back and her hands press down into your ribs. Her hands circle your body and her thumbs work hard on liberating the coagulated blood under the skin. The burning sensation brought by the lubrication helps with the pain and the way she aggressively grabs onto you leaves traces behind, you feel your hard nipples brushing against the sofa.Â
âOh, honey. This is worse than I thought.â She tells you as her hands cascade into the worst part.Â
You fell ass first and most of the impact has been on the area. She runs her digits on the lower side of your back, brushing from time to time against the thin material covering your bottom. This part is more painful, but you face it up like a big girl. The bone causes a harder surface and she incessantly moves. You hiss through clenched teeth and pray she will be over soon. The pain is worse than in the other parts and the massage seems to stretch for an absurd amount of time, in agony you canât even appreciate the fact that Agatha Harkness has her hands on you.Â
She finally stops and you relax into the couch. The silence hangs around you and you wait for her to get up and go back to sleep.
âDo you mind if I take this off?â She asks, stretching the waistband of your shorts before letting it go.Â
You blink rapidly and freeze. The question catches you off guard and you donât have an automatic reaction.Â
âIâm not wearing underwear.â You whisper shyly.Â
âNot a problem, hun.â Somehow you can hear the grin on her voice.Â
Before you can move, sheâs already running the fabric down your legs. Changing your bodyâs weight into your forearms, you help her by lifting your behind.Â
âWait. Stay like this.â Your brain short circuits at the demand.Â
You are practically doggie style and your naked center is squeezed by your thigh in a pitiful attempt to hide it from her. You feel her moving behind you before placing a pillow under your hip.
âThere we go. Are you comfortable?â She asks you without reservations.Â
You inspect the position youâre in. A large bolster props your uncovered ass up, your back is partially arched, following the weight deposited in your arms. Your hair is in a bun and your skin is covered in oil. Your nipples are hard rock and your breasts are begging for attention. You feel wetness in your lower lips.Â
Biting your lips, you nod.
âGreat.â She lightly claps behind you.
You feel the couch dip by your side and tense up as she straddles the upturned side of your legs. Her thighs are pressed against yours and her weight doesnât bother you. You estimate your ass is leveled with her ribs. If she got on her knees, she could be fucking you from behind.Â
Oh god, honestly the worst thought you could have when your cunt is practically in her face.Â
Her body shifts as she picks up the bottle on the table, a light texture is poured on top of your rear and you feel it run down your legs. She places the bottle back down and grabs a fistfull of your ass, you let out an involuntary moan and hear a malicious chuckle behind you.
âEnjoying yourself?â She teases you.
Your cheeks heat up at the joke and you donât respond, your voice seems to have escaped you.Â
Her hands wander around and squeeze, you have the vague impression that sheâs feeling you up instead of actually doing a massage. The palpation worsens your current aroused situation and you try to close your legs as much as possible without her notice. She focuses all of her attention where the purple is mostly concentrated, her fingers are firm and direct, this time though, the pain mixes with pleasure and you grab hard into the sofa in an attempt to hide your needy moans. Her hands graze your center a few times and everytime it happens, you buck into it.Â
You feel like a bitch in heat.Â
The wetness between your legs seems to gather unstoppable and you are barely able to contain your sounds. Youâve never felt this aroused in your life.Â
You faintly register Agatha calling out for you.Â
âYes?â You hoarsely let out, previously unnoticed drools run down your chin and your eyes are shut closed.Â
âYou are making a mess of my hand, hun.â You blush so furiously a salmon would be jealous of you.Â
You register the wetness of your center sticking in your thighs and joining the oil she was using. You are left speechless for what feels like the 100th time in her presence. Her hands move up through the outside of your legs before harshly grabbing your hip and bringing it close to her own center. She leans over the curve of your back to whisper in your ear.
âLet mommy take care of you.â
You moan aloud at the name.
You feel her breath ghost against your cheek as she laughs at you. Her nails run down your ass and brush your center, ignoring it. You knew in your state it wouldnât take much for you to come, but, unfortunately for you, Agathaâs number 1 hobby seemed to be teasing.
She pulls back and focuses her attention on your backside, while her white acrylics run from your knees all the way up, her mouth works on scratching her teeth through your right ass cheek.Â
Her palm carefully grope your purple spot and you let out a small yelp at the harsh bite she delivers on your good cheek. She kisses it better and shows the same light appreciation to your hurt side.Â
Her lips leave your skin as she manhandles you. The grip on your hip pushes your ass higher and you rise up on your elbows. If you were playing about having your center in her face before, you definitely werenât laughing now.Â
âOh, dear. You are drenched.â On her knees, she parts your folds with her fingers and you lean against her. She runs her digits down and easily finds you clit, pressing it lightly and causing a restrained whine to escape you.Â
âDonât do that. I want to hear all your pretty sounds.â She tells you in an almost sing-song voice, but you know she's not asking.Â
Obeying as she applies more pressure, you let out a free moan. Your face burns and you pant against the couchâs armrest. The oil on your skin seems to be some kind of special brand as it burns you up, your nape feels sticky as sweat starts to leave your body and you canât focus on anything else besides the pleasure Agatha is giving you.Â
Your head swims when you feel her digits run up your slit and enter you. She pauses inside and you thrust back, whining from the delay. She seems to find amusement in your torture and laughs before slowly moving her digits.Â
She takes pleasure in watching you bend yourself to chase her finger and holds into your waist to contain part of your harsh movement. She teases you by letting her finger plunge in the slowest motion possible.Â
Even with the leisure pace you feel your pleasure building brick by brick. Itâs a new sensation to have your orgasm sluggish reach you and, as good as it feels, itâs also not nearly enough to drive you over the edge. You moan, whine and trash against the sofa.
âAgatha, please!â Thatâs just about what your brain is able to formulate in your aroused muffled head.Â
âSuch a pretty girl using her words.â The praise only seems to worsen your condition and you let out a frustrated cry at the light way her fingers keep moving.Â
The sound has an effect, though. She applies pressure and curls her fingers, hitting just the right spot to make you sob. She sets a forceful rhythm by using her hips as leverage, enough to make you hit your head against the couch headboard and hold onto it for dear life.Â
Your moans come out uncontrollably and you barely register, you could be screaming at the top of your lungs and you wouldnât know. The pleasure comes in waves, your back undulates against her firm grip and your nails scratch at the fabric under your fingers. Itâs so much and not enough at the same time. You try to voice your thoughts, but only a groan leaves your mouth. Â
âYes, I know.â She smoothes you and gently takes your hair from your face, contrasting her other actions.
She does seem to know, because a few seconds later her hand joins the other one in your center, her movement is continuous and it takes a second for her to find your clit. When she touches it and applies pressure your vision turns black. Youâd be worried about your temporary blindness if the circular motions on your clit, coupled up with her finger hitting the perfect spot inside you and her nails leaving a delicious stinging behind, hadnât made you double over as your climax finally hit you.Â
Youâre sure this is the longest time youâve spent coming in your life. The waves seem to crash into another as Agatha keeps entering you and drawing out the pleasure. Her pace doesnât slow down and when you think itâll be over it starts for a second time. Your head in thoughtless, you had literally been fucked stupid and was pretty sure that somewhere your mind couldnât reach, you heard yourself moaning like a bitch.Â
After what felt like minutes, your body completely slumps down into the couch. Your breath is coming out in harsh puffs and you donât even feel the pain of the fall anymore. Someone brushes fingers through your scalp and you look up to catch Agathaâs dirty smile.Â
Her robe is rumpled and open, you barely have time to appreciatively run your eyes down her naked figure before hearing.Â
âMom?âÂ
Fuck.Â
#Iâm actually proud of this one!#agatha all along#agatha harkness#agatha x reader#agatha harkness x reader#fanfiction
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Neighbour au. age gap au (reader is older than jk). kissing, touching, oral (female receiving), fingering, jk calls reader ''ma'am''. reader is kinda lonely, bored and untouched. p in v, no protection (be wise and condomize guys).
this is all just fiction, don't take it too seriously.
plus im stil learing to write smut, so go easy on me.
helpful and positve feedback is appreciated.
Sorry for any typos.
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ââoh yn,ââ you hear a familiar boy-ish voice speak.
And when you turn, your eyes are met with jungkook.
You know him cause heâs your neighbour, but you rarely speak seeing that you have nothing in common but heâs always kind and sweet whenever you bump into each other.
Like right now.
ââjungkookââ you say surprised to see him. ââhow are you?ââ you give him back a smile.
You havenât seen him in a while, he must be busy with college (you assume) or maybe heâs busy with some girlfriend. Guys his age are usually swarmed with girls. Especially seeing how attractive he is. The college girls must be having fun with him.
You admire his hair that seems to have gotten longer. You canât help but notice how good he looks with it.
ââiâm good, hope youâre doing well..ââ he pauses in his speech ââhavenât heard from you in a while. I almost thought you moved outââ
You chuckle at his assumption.
You shake your head lightly as you chuckle âânope. Just busy with workââ
ââi dont think iâd ever move out honestlyââ seeing as this apartment has a fair price for rent.
He chuckles.
ââim glad thought i scared you awayââ he says worriedly.
ââyouâd never scare me awayââ you mumble out suddenly feeling nervous.
ââwith all those noise complaints you handed to me?ââ He says with a warm joking tone.
You canât deny that a lot of noise comes from jungkookâs apartment, that you had to report him. You kinda feel childish for doing it, heâs a college boy anyways. All they know is noise.
ââbut i do get it. I make a lot of noiseââ he uses his pointer and middle finger to rub his lower lip, you get the chance to admire his tattooed finger and pierced lip.
You feel yourself swallow the lump in your throat and bite your lip. You donât know why you always feel like this when talking to jungkook, maybe itâs his hovering figure, intimidating voice or piercing brown eyes. Even though his eyes give off a soft innocent look you canât help but observe the sensuality in them.
ââum yeahââ you donât know what else to say. Your eyes can barely look at jungkook while his eyes canât stop looking at you. Thereâs no way a college boy can make you feel this nervous. You thought you had outgrown it.
Or maybe itâs the aloneness since your last boyfriend. Itâs been quite depressive but you try and not let it eat you up.
But itâs hard when you and jungkookâs walls are as thin as paper. and can hear everything that goes on. Especially when he has a girl over.
You donât mean to listen to what happens, but what else can you do when youâre laying in bed, bored and lonely. It seems sad you end up finding your hand in-between your thighs as you hear how jungkook pleasures.
With all the groans and name moaning you have come to the conclusion that jungkook must be a great fuck. But itâs not like youâll ever know. Do you even want to?
You can never fuck someone younger than you right? Youâve always dated older men or at least someone the same age as you. Youâve never been with a younger guy before.
But jungkook seems like he could definitely go for an older woman.
Wait.
Does jungkook want you. He does seem to give off that vibe but maybe youâre in over your head. Jungkook wouldnât want you there are so many better options for him. So many better girls for him. Not you.
ââso do you like those?ââ he askes pointing to the basket you have filled with ramen noodles cups.
You chuckle embarrassed.
ââ yeah i do but, i mainly buy them cause i donât have time to cookââ
He nods.
ââmaybe i can come cook for you one dayââ you laugh but heâs actually serious.
ââoh, i wouldnât mind but i assume youâre busy with schoolââ you swing the basket lightly and unconsciously.
ââi can find timeââ he says a little rushed out.
ââthen i wouldnât mindââ you smile.
ââyou going home?ââ he asks.
You nod.
ââi guess i can give you a ride home, if thatâs alright with youââ
You wouldnât mind at all.
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The ride back home was quiet. It still baffles you to how jungkook has a car.
When you were in college you could barely find money to buy food, let alone a car.
And even with a job you can barely find money to buy or rent a car.
ââthanks for the ride, it was nice meeting you today jungkookââ
The way you smile and say his name makes a hot flash rush through him.
If only you knew how many times his thought of you calling out his name. Sometimes he wishes it was you in his bed, toes curling and back arching.
If he got the chance, heâd show you how you deserve everything.
You donât deserve to get yourself off and barely get off.
Did he ever say that the walls are so thin that he can hear you too.
Heâs heard your frustrated moans and grunts. And all the times you cursed cause of how hard it was to get your high, sometimes his heard you cry and it breaks his heart.
He wishes he could get a chance to please you. Heâs never wanted to please someone so bad.
Heâs never been so desperate to get on his knees and run you dry of all your juices. To feel you claw at his back as you take him so well.
But heâs also never thought of being with an older woman.
Jungkook knows youâre older than him and he doesnât mind. Actually he makes him want you more.
He wants you like air and if he doesnât get you now he feels like he would stop breathing.
So if he doesnât take this opportunity now he might never have the chance to.
ââdo you wanna, come eat ramen with me?ââ
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You donât know how it happened. But he asked you to come over to his, you didnât see a problem with it so you said yes.
But you donât know how you went from laughing over some movie to grinding on his lap as your lips intertwine hungrily.
Fuck. You never thought youâd be doing this with your neighbour and fuck you never thought it would feel this good.
Your hands roam his firm chest, and your thoughts are proved right, he does like the gym. Though you couldâve known that without clawing at his chest.
These younger guys are always in the gym, like their life depends on it.
Your gasps and moans mix. You donât know how innocent sounds of laughter turned into hot whimpers of need.
Maybe it was the stares that seemed to linger for longer than they should have.
Jungkook takes a moment to take in your face but then his lips are soon on yours again as eager as ever, and you accept them.
He kisses you with eagerness and desperation. Desperation to touch and feel you in every way.
You moan into his mouth as you feel the wetness grow between your legs. You hate how a college student, has you this hot and soaking wet.
Youâre busy devouring each otherâs lips but you donât fail to recognize the tent forming and touching your centre.
Jungkookâs hands rummage over your back and over your hips and to your ass, he sqeezes your ass lightly which causes you to jumb lightly.
ââyou okayââ he asks
ââyeah just never had anyone squeeze my ass like thatââ
That boy-ish smile of his is far gone, now a manly sexy grin paints his face. A grin like a wolf looking at a lamb as itâs next meal.
ââyouâve never had someone touch you like thatââ
You shake your head. You hate how jungkook makes you feel like a highschooler losing their virginity.
ââwho have you been fucking that doesnât want to touch this assââ he squeezes your ass again, and youâre embarrassed when you release a moan at that action.
ââi donât knowââ your words come out more whiny than youâd like.
He moves to your neck and you move it to accustom him into the space. He places some wet and gentle kisses.
ââiâm not like them though. I wanna touch every part of you. Wanna taste every part of you and feel you on me.ââ He kisses your neck again and the smacking sound of his lips meeting your skin causes you clench. ââi wanna treat you right, i wanna make you feel goodââ
You donât know how true his words are or if you can even take them seriously. Maybe itâs the lust talking. Heâs a young man, he wouldnât want to waste his days with you.
ââdonât you have other, younger girls. You wanna make feel good.ââ You just had to ask.
The chuckles he releases causes a rush of blood to your groin.
ââall i think about when i fuck them is youââ he kisses you again.
You donât want to believe him but your heart canât help but flutter. You donât want to get hurt again but something tells you jungkook is far from hurting you. But you canât trust that feeling, what if that feeling is just how good it feels to be on him.
He has a great way with words and it would work on you every time, cause you havenât grown out the naivety of your youth for some reason.
Jungkook knows when and how to say the right words which makes you scared. Which makes him dangerous. All these young boys are to slick with their words.
ââyn, donât thinkââ he whispers against your lips. He must have noticed your distance all of a sudden.
ââdonât think of anything but thisââ he pecks your lips.
ââiâll tryââ you coo.
ââiâll make youââ
his lips are back on yours desperately. And the sound of your lips smacking and you whimpers fills the room again.
His lips go back to licking and sucking that one spot on your neck. His mouth on your neck and hands on your hips helping you grind against his clothed crotch makes you gasp for air.
Youâve never had anyone take their time with you like this, theyâre usually quick to just get it in. But not jungkook, he takes his time enjoying and tasting every part of you. Why wouldnât he when heâs been thinking about this moment and taking cold showers to stop his natural desire for you.
Being with jungkook tells you how much youâve been missing and how much you need to learn. Itâs like going back to your college days.
ââfuck jungkookââ you moan when he nibbles at your neck. Your hands move from his chest to his neck then to his long hair.
You unintentionally pull at his hair and you love how he groans when you do so.
The need and ache between your legs grows strong as you grind harder on his lap. Jungkook watches how you move against him trying to find your high. He promises to give it to you but he needs to feel more of you before he does so.
You gasp when he plops you on your back onto his soft couch.
ââjungkook...ââ you call out and he stops his action to attend to your need.
ââyesââ he sounds so submissive as he says so.
ââi want youââ your hips move up to feel some friction. He chuckles at the action.
ââi want you tooââ he smiles as he pecks you on your forehead.
ââno. Like i want you. Actually i fucking need youââ you whine out. Youâre probably gonna be so embarrassed later but right now you need him.
Your hand reaches for his belt but his hands stop you. You feel embarrassed and confused, you know heâs hard. You can see his fully grown bulge. But why does he want to take so much time.
ââi wanna taste you firstââ he whispers by your ear.
Fuck. Youâve never had anyone want to eat you out. Itâs been a while since anyone went down on you.
ââjungkoo-ââ you want to protest.
ââplease ynââ he begs. ââi need itââ his lips are against yours as he says in a whisper. His lips are on yours for a second before he leaves you wanting to taste his lips more.
You watch his body move down and you can feel your wetness drip down.
ââfuck...ââ you hear him groan and grow a little self conscious.
ââwhat?ââ you lift yourself up a bit.
ââitâs just that youâre so fucking gorgeousââ you canât help but blush and feel a little weird. Youâve never had anyone ogle at you pussy like that.
ââjungkook..ââ you call out in a whine. You can feel his breath breeze over you centre and it makes the need grow stronger.
ââiâm sorry, im staringââ he says and before you can tell him anything his lips are on you, hungrily.
You release a sharp moan as his lips make out with yours.
He licks a long strip of you pouring juices, your taste sinking into his tastebuds.
ââso fucking good,ââ he groans. ââand so fucking wetââ you feel his finger run through your folds.
ââjungkook please. Fuck...ââ you donât even know what youâre pleading for but you are.
Jungkook adheres to you unspoken cries, as he dives back into kissing you and massaging your clit.
Your hand finds itâs way to his hair and pulls. The groan he releases sends electricity through you.
Youâve never felt like this, nobody has ever put this much effort into touching you.
And jungkook has never put this much effort into eating pussy, but for you he will and he is.
He adds his fingers into you as he pumps into you.
ââfuck you need to be fucked rightââ he says at your tightness. You can barely hear what heâs saying over at how hard heâs slurping.
With the way his digits work into you and his tongue sucks on your clit, you can feel that feeling youâve been chasing.
ââfuck jungkook, im going to-ââ jungkook smiles at how you can barely finish your sentence but he knows.
The feeling grows closer and your heart races in excitement.
But then all of the sudden the feeling is gone and youâre about to curse out jungkook whoâs now moving up.
ââwhat the fuck, i was going to-ââ you whine angrily.
ââi want you to come over my cockââ
You donât argue, heâs the one in control after all.
ââ then please fuck meââ all you can do is plead. Itâs so embarrassing pleading for him to fuck you. You wonder if girls his age are this desperate too.
ââyes maâamââ he says as he takes off his shirt, for some reason him calling you maâam makes you more aroused.
ââdonât call me maâamââ you say blushing but jungkook knows, youâre bullshitting.
ââyes maâamââ he says with a cheeky grin knowing that it makes you clench around nothing.
You watch him unbuckle his belt and youâve never seen anything this attractive.
As you watch him you anticipate how his going to feel and how youâll wrap around him. Thatâs all jungkook can think about too as he strokes himself slightly, though heâs been hard since he saw you in the grocery store.
You feel his tip slide through your wet folds and you canât help but suck in a breath. Jungkook canât help but whimper at how wet and good you feel already.
You clench desperate to feel something inside you. You wonder if it will hurt, itâs been a while for you anyways. And he looks like he could stretch you out good. But youâre too needy to worry about that.
You gasp when you feel him move into you, slow and teasingly. His tip has you wondering if youâll be able to take all of him.
ââfuck youâre so good for meââ he says as he moves in deeper. ââi wish i could feel you everydayââ
You can.
You want to say, but donât wanna make promises. You donât know if this will ever happen again.
ââdo you wanna be good for me like this everyday, ynââ he says kissing along your jaw as he settles into you.
He doesnât move waiting for your answer.
You hum but itâs not enough for him.
ââyes, i want you everydayââ you end up speaking more of your mind than you planned to.
Jungkook smiles as he slowly begins to move in and out.
ââgood. You can have me everydayââ
With the ways he rocks into you, slowly increasing speed, you understand the moans of those girls you heard him fucking.
His name falls from your mouth as he continues. Jungkook has never enjoyed being buried in heat like this. And heâs never wanted to stay in forever like he does right now.
ââjungkook..ââ with the way your nails dig into his arm and you flutter around he knows youâre close.
But so is he. Your high is his target as he continues to stroke.
Jungkook twitches inside of you as you both reach your highs.
He lays on top of you as you breath heavily. He tries to keep his weight from crushing you.
âânext time i wanna be on topââ you say with the energy youâve got left.
ââdeal. Even though i like being on top, iâll let you ride meââ you almost feel that feeling comeback.
You stroke his hair as you watch that boy-ish smile return on his face.
Itâs like heâs changed and wasnât the person balls deep into you seconds ago.
ââi like thisââ you say comfortable.
ââi like youââ Jungkook coos into your neck.
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