#doona smut

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Bad Girl, Good Girl

Bae Suzy/Lee Doona, Nakamura Kazuha x Male Reader

Part of Legends series

Tags: all holes filled, alter ego, anal, choking, creampies, crush, domination, (a bit of) facefucking, k-drama references, lookalike, morning sex, older/younger, peeing, rimming, rough sex, (a bit of) shower sex, (lots of) slapping, threesome, toilet dunking

Word count: 7318.

After your first year in university, you had enough of commuting every day to college, deciding to move to a new flat close to it. However, you had forgotten the password the landlord had given you, drawing the suspicion of an older woman who was already living there.

"Who are you?" the woman asks as she's smoking a cigarette and sees you typing the wrong password. "Sorry, I just moved here, but I can't seem to remember the password," you told her. "Here is my rental agreement", you said, giving her proof you weren't some random stranger.

The woman noticed your t-shirt. "The girl in it is so pretty," she said, pointing to Bae Suzy, the very famous idol and actress. "Yes, I love her," you replied. She then picked up the password in her phone and let you in.

"My name is Doona; I've been living here for a while," the woman told you. "Nice to meet you, Doona; I am Won Jun," you replied to her. "Just be aware of the rules of the house; I won't bother you as long as you keep things to yourself," she told you.

You started settling things down in your bedroom but were already plotting to break those rules. Indeed, you were quite a party animal and not very rule-abiding, as you were already texting your college crush to meet you at your new home.

A few hours later, Doona noticed the noise coming from the kitchen in the common area that interrupted her sleep. A few groans, moans, and sloppy sounds that she could hear loud and clear. She slowly got closer, until she was finally able to look at a shocking scene: a long-legged girl on her knees with her perfectly shaped butt already out in the open and sucking your cock.

"Oh my God, Doona, what are you doing?" you asked her. "You really didn't respect my rules," she angrily pointed at you. "I'm sorry," you told her. "Damn it, you guys are all the same, always partying and bringing girls to my house," she said. "That's not your house, Doona," you tried to remind her.

Doona looked at the young girl on her knees. For the first time in a while, she felt jealous. The girl truly looked like a taller, younger version of herself. She made Doona feel old. But the older girl quickly decided to show her who was the one in command.

"You're sucking his cock the wrong way; let me show you how it's done," Doona said to the girl. "By the way, what is your name?" she asked. "Kazuha," the girl answered.

Doona grabbed your cock with just one hand and slowly started going down on it. You could tell she was way more experienced than Kazuha, sucking it without using her teeth, unlike the young girl. Kazuha felt a little embarrassed, just licking your shaft instead when Doona handed her the cock. As she slowly gained confidence to suck your cock the right way, Doona started taking her clothes off already, leaving her legs bare to match with Kazuha.

Doona watched Kazuha go down on your as she caressed your balls and kissed you. Your hands reached on both sides and ran over their naked butts. Kazuha licked your cock while Doona tasted the tip of it, then the young girl stroked and while Doona slowly bobbed her head on it. The double blowjob session kept going, now with Zuha taking your shaft in her mouth as Doona licked your balls.

"Fuck, that's amazing," you said as both girls fought for your attention. They were like an angel and a devil. The young, still learning Kazuha, the good girl. And the very experienced Doona, with her masterful skills, the bad girl. She truly sucked your cock masterfully, getting sloppier as you looked eye to eye on Kazuha and smiled at your crush.

Kazuha tried to imitate the moves of Doona during her turns sucking your cock. The older girl looked at her, and her eyes told Kazuha she was doing it right. Doona licked your balls perfectly while Kazuha kept savoring your pole. "Oh wow," you said as the two hit the right spots.

Doona gave you a no-hands deepthroat that sent shivers down your spine. If Kazuha wasn't exactly the best college student, she was actually learning quite well from the girl that looked like her older self, matching Doona's moves to perfection while trying a few extra ones. 

You truly felt like a boss with two beautiful girls worshipping your cock on their knees. "That's fucking hot," you said as both licked your meat at the same time. The two kept going until Doona whispered a few words in Kazuha's ear.

"Be a bad girl and sit on his cock."

Kazuha obliged and lined up your shaft against her pussy, slowly impaling herself on it as your manhood disappeared inside her and her fit ass dropped down your crotch. Eager to watch, Doona sat on your face and looked right at the youngster as Kazuha slowly started to bounce on your pole, taking some time to adjust as this was the first time you two had sex, all thanks to Doona.

You truly couldn't have dreamed of something better than this. Your crush was riding your cock while Doona's pussy was right in your face for you to lick. A truly amazing experience. You gave a little slap to Kazuha's fit butt, telling her to go faster, while Doona was already creaming your face full of her juices. She lowered her dress, pushing Kazuha to suck her tits and helping the youngster deal with the heat of your cock in her pussy, as she could clearly tell she was struggling with such a big dick.

Kazuha tilted her body and moaned as you reached to rub her asshole. She finally felt safe enough to bounce faster on your cock, and you responded by thrusting upwards towards her tight hole, making the old couch creak. But Kazuha quickly managed to reassure herself, spreading her ass and learning the right way to ride your pole while her pussy creamed all over it.

"How does that feel?" you asked Doona as you kept licking her juicy pussy. "Really good; I guess you're making it up well for breaking the rules," she answered. Doona had such a good slit, with lips that fit perfectly in your mouth. One that you couldn't wait to get inside of too, as you could feel how warm it was.

You grabbed Kazuha's waist and thrust upwards, leading the young girl to let out loud moans. Doona looked at her, as Zuha could tell she was instructing her on how to deal with it. You kept licking Doona's cunt while pounding Kazuha's, getting more and more enamored with it, sticking her tongue deep in her folds in sync with your cock, reaching all the way deep into Kazuha's cervix.

Kazuha got pounded harder and harder, making Doona a bit jealous as she started to crave for your cock. The young girl could barely stay on her feet as she looked at Doona for more instructions, but this time, the noona left her on her own. Her ass getting spanked, her pussy destroyed. It was the perfect initiation for Zuha.

You carried Zuha up while keeping your cock inside her pussy. Doona looked at the scene and smiled, watching you passionately carry fuck Kazuha as she kept moaning and your hips made loud noise every time they thrust into her. Kazuha clinged to you until you gave her a final spank, telling her to drop to her knees and taste herself while you kissed a now completely naked Doona, who was ready to go next.

Thanks to Zuha's quick blowjob, your cock easily slid inside Doona's pussy. But as soon as it did, she quickly tightened it up. You quickly responded, carrying her slim body up while sucking her perky tits as Kazuha dove between your legs and licked your balls while you adjusted your cock inside Doona's cunt.

"Stay right there. I got you, and I'm gonna fuck that pussy good," you told a smiling Doona, who enjoyed having her body lifted up in the air. You bounced Doona's smile against your cock as she laughed and moaned, feeling a tingling sensation she hadn't in a long time.

"Now I want you to take control and teach Zuha how to ride a cock properly," you told Doona after you put her body back on the ground. She quickly obliged, sliding it back inside in reverse cowgirl to give Zuha a perfect view of it. "Oh shit," you said as Doona's walls quickly wrapped around your cock.

But her pussy was so enticing you quickly forgot your words, thrusting into it as soon as she finished going all the way down your shaft. Doona just watched as your cock bulged under her belly, and Zuha took some time to relax, passionately kissing you.

"Wow, that's such a perfect cock," Doona said in between moans, caressing your balls as you pound her. "Keep going, that's so good," she continued, slowly losing her breath as your manhood made her pussy burn. And things were about to get even better, with Kazuha sitting her fat ass in your face and offering her pounded pussy for you to lick.

Doona took advantage of your distraction with Kazuha and started bouncing on your cock. You spanked and grabbed her pale, bouncy ass, which moved perfectly on your dick. "That's it," you told her in between more slaps, as her ass jiggled each time it went down, while Kazuha buried your face completely with her big ass.

To avoid their bouncy asses leading you to cum too early, you decided to cut their fun, putting both girls on the kitchen's stools. You stripped Kazuha fully naked, matching her with Doona. She sat her fat ass on the stool and opened her long legs for you to penetrate her again under Doona's watchful eye, quickly increasing the pace and making her struggle with your cock deep in her cunt, with Kazuha fingering herself and having Doona lick one of her feet as her pussy got pounded harder and harder.

"I'm gonna cum baby, ahhhh," Kazuha said in a cute manner, driving you feral as you hit the perfect spots in her pussy. Doona just watched in awe. It wasn't the first time she saw one of her threesome partners get leveled like that, but with just a stool as a support it might have been. Next time her best friend Nana comes to town, she'll make sure both try it.

Kazuha cums as you fuck her like an animal. It's now Doona's turn, and she can't wait, opening her legs as soon as you turn your attention to her. You rub your cock against her pussy and then kiss it, worshipping it like you are about to fuck a goddess, all that while Doona gives you a sexy stare.

Doona drops her head down as your cock has a difficult time getting deep in her pussy. She's really too tight for you to handle, leading you to take it slow, more so as her pussy-fingering makes her walls clench even further. You and Kazuha share kisses as you try to get deeper into Doona's pussy. "Does that feel good?" your crush asks. "It feels amazing," you answer her.

"Your pussy is so good," you tell Doona, rising up to the task of giving it the fucking it deserves. "Then fuck it like your life depends on it," Doona says, slowly riding herself into an orgasm as you increase your pace. You just decide to carry her once again, taking her to your bedroom as Kazuha walks alongside you.

You drop Doona into your bed and passionately fuck her under Kazuha's watch. The young girl seems to be enjoying watching it as she masturbates herself, but also feels a little jealous by all the love you start giving to Doona, kissing her and whispering words in her ear as if you're ready to get out of this bed and marry her the next day.

Kazuha fingers her pussy harder as you fuck Doona in a hot missionary love-making position. The older woman moans beautifully. She never told you about her job, but you wonder if she might be a singer because her moans are truly music to your ears. "Yes, keep going, ahhhh, ahhhhh," she moans as the bed starts creaking with your hard but very passionate pumps. Doona closes her eyes and just lets your cock stretch her pussy out, putting her under your complete submission as your balls smack agains her pale skin.

You bring Kazuha next as she smiles. Doona comes closer and watches you tell your crush what you did to her, all that while you bring Doona's body closer to the scene to eat her goddess-like pussy while you fuck Kazuha's and turn the younger girl into a submissive moaning mess, ruthelessly pounding her babyhole on a hardcore mating press under Doona's watch.

Doona turns around and gets herself on all fours, putting her ass close to your face and offering you both her fuckholes to lick while you stay fucking Kazuha. You happily seize the opportunity, matching your thrusting against your personal fucktoy Kazuha with the lickings you give to Doona's pussy and asshole.

Kazuha keeps getting pounded hard as you feel like you need to quell her jealousy over your latest round with Doona. These two girls are at the mercy of your cock, but you're also at their mercy, knowing that you need to show them a lot of love and fuck them good if you want to keep a good relationship with both.

After 10 long minutes of lovemaking with Zuha, you bring her to clean your cock from her own mess. Doona comes from behind and starts licking your asshole. You truly didn't know such a cute girl like her could be nasty too. "Ohhhh fuck," you say as Kazuha throats your cock while Doona tongues deep in your anus at the same time and then reaches under to stoke your shaft and caress your balls. The girls stay that way for a long while, as Kazuha has a long way to go before cleaning your cock while Doona shows she's a nasty girl who loves dirty assholes.

"Both of you, bend over," you tell the girls. Doona's cutely shaped ass contrasts with Zuha's fit butt. You lick both their pussies, starting with Doona's. Zuha quickly drops down and gets her ass spanked. You eat them out like the two perfect godesses that they are and then go back to fuck Doona once again.

"Fuck your pussy is so tight, and it only gets tighter," you tell Doona, who looks at herself in the mirror as you fuck her and finger Zuha's pussy. "That's it, baby," you tell Doona, who looks at Kazuha and loves the way the youngster is smiling while she gets stuffed full of cock.

Doona gets railed harder, her moans getting louder, and her ass getting more and more spanked. You move into a prone-bone position while Zuha flips around and flashes you her pussy for you to keep sucking it while you bury your cock deep inside Doona. "Seems like he loves multitasking," Kazuha says as she caresses your head and moves it closer to her pussy, while Doona smiles, before it goes away and gets replaced by more moans as you attack her pussy with your cock and Zuha's with your mouth.

Each thrust you give Doona sends her closer and closer to the heavens as you use her pussy so hard she can barely feel her legs at this point, numb by the amount of cock she has taken inside of her. But you just don't seem to stop; her tight pink pussy is just too good, and so is Zuha's within your range for more fingering and licking. These girls are made to be worshipped and fucked, and you'll do it as long as you have the stamina.

"Let's switch girls, turn your pussy this way," you tell Zuha, repeating the same position you did to Doona, prone boning the young girl as you eat Doona out. Kazuha seems to struggle hard, as you attack her cunt even harder when you do Doona's, testing her to the maximum. She moves her hips and meets your thrusts halfway, using her big ass like a pillow to dissipate the impact of your cock in her pussy, but you quickly tame the good girl and take control of her, enjoying the wet and clapping sounds coming out of her cunt every time you reach the depths of each, with Doona fingering herself heavily entertained with the scene and enjoying the way, and you obliterate Zuha's pussy nonstop in a perfect rhythm.

Kazuha quickly starts to tap out, and you show endless strength to pound her while giving sexy stares to Doona. Her ass gets spanked, and she gets weaker and weaker to resist your endless fucking. "Don't move, stay right there," you tell as she can't barely move. Meanwhile, you flip Doona around and get ready for another round of passionate lovemaking, all that while you and Zuha kiss each other, and she looks at Doona being pounded and smiles, watching the older girl taste the same medicine she just did.

Doona receives some bed-breaking sex, wrapping her legs around you as you just can't stop fucking her. Indeed, her pussy is like a drug to you now. You seem to have finally unleashed your inner beast and seize the opportunity of taking these two fuckdolls to the fullest. Your thursts are now so fast and powerful Doona can't even react, just cumming all over your cock as you plow into her on an animalesque mating press that makes her reach multiple orgasms for the first time in many years, your balls making loud clapping noises against her cheeks while the bed's creaking gets even louder.

You switch from Doona to Zuha, sticking your cock in your crush's pussy as it disappears right under her big ass. Doona takes a deep breath and masturbates herself watching you drill your crush. Kazuha struggles, already overwhelmed by taking so much cock over the past 40 minutes. But you just don't stop, entertaining Doona as you mount completely on top of Zuha and clap her cheeks hard, putting Zuha at total submission and smashing her cunt harder and harder.

Zuha can only helplessly moan as you absolutely show no mercy to her pussy, turning her into your personal fleshlight and asserting your dominance over her under Doona's watch. It doesn't take long until you fill your crush's pussy to the brim, pushing your seeds all the way deep into Kazuha's tight young hole. 

"OH FUCK!" you scream as you pull out of Zuha's pussy and open it up for Doona to lick your cum oozing out from it. "Shake that ass and show me how much you loved getting filled with my cum" you tell Kazuha, who smiles and happily does it. After they swap your seeds with each other, you kiss both girls and thank them for the night. "Did you two have fun?" you ask. "Definitely," Doona replies. "You fucked me so good," Kazuha then said. "I had a lot of fun too, we need to do that again," you say as the girls leave, Zuha back to her home and Doona back to her bedroom.

You wake up the next day and go to the kitchen, where you find Doona making breakfast while wearing nothing.

"What are you looking at?" she asks. "Have you never seen a naked woman before in your life? I'm pretty sure you saw two just yesterday," she continues. "Sorry, I felt a little embarrassed," you tell her.

"Embarassed from what? You just saw me like that yesterday," Doona giggled. "By the way, today is my birthday," she continued. "Then, happy birthday," you replied back.

"Not really; I need a gift only you can give me, and it's right between your legs," she tells you. "Well, I'm going back to my bedroom and will wait for you," Doona says.

You hesitate a bit, but after a few minutes, find your way into Doona's bedroom. She wraps herself in her blanket, pretending to be sleeping. You take a peek through it, right where her pussy is lying, fully shaved and waiting for you to fuck it again.

You run your hands through Doona's vagina, but she remains asleep; she truly must be a good actress to not feel anything from your touch. You take it slow, playing with your hands alongside her mound. You then take the upper part of her blanket and stare at her hardened, pierced nipples. Her body is truly perfect, but her face is even more beautiful. Unable to resist your perversions, you touch her breasts, but she remains unfazed.

You look at Doona's fully naked body lying in bed with awe, uncovering it completely, and running your hands in her ass now. She reacts and turns sideways, but still doesn't say a word. You place your thumb right at her butt crack and admire her pale ass, spreading it a bit to take a glimpse at her pink anus, then touching her pussy lips.

"Hey, Doona, hey, come on," you start calling for her, growing tired of her little sleeping beauty game. "Wake up, your gift is here, birthday girl," you tell her. "I'm so sleepy," she says to you. "Well, you can stay asleep while I play with you," you tell her.

You place your thumb right in Doona's pink butthole. "Wanna fuck it today?" she asks, as you then move it into her mouth for her to taste. "It's so dirty," she says. "But if you want to wake me up, you better give me some cock," Doona tells you.

"Looks like I have awakened the beauty as soon as we started talking about cock," you say, lying in Doona's bed. She smiles and crawls in your direction, going right at your pants. "What are you doing?" you ask her as she gets on top of you and starts rubbing her hands against your clothed manhood.

Doona teases you as she slowly rubs her clit lying in her bed. You come close to watch her performance, as then she uses her middle finger to shove it in her cunt. "Keep doing that; I love the way you touch yourself," you tell Doona, as you also give her boobs a little groping.

You choke Doona as she keeps masturbating herself. "You're such a fucking birthday slut," you tell her, giving her beautiful face a slap. "Look what you made me do yesterday; we and Kazuha weren't even planning to start dating yet; you made me cum deep in her pussy," you tell Doona.

"I didn't make you do anything; you're just a horny young boy who thinks with your cock. Which she was already sucking by the time I arrived. Right, Mr. . Won Jun?" Doona tells you the hard truth.

But you don't want to hear what she has to say and just keep slapping her model-esque face. She smiles every time you hit it. Maybe she's really taking some good acting classes, because you slap it hard yet she barely flinches.

"What do you do for your life, Doona?" you ask her. "Well, I was a singer for many years, but these days I want to be an actress," she answers, confirming your suspicions from the past couple days. "Then why did you move to a student flat?" you keep inquiring her. "Well, I didn't want the media to notice it," she says.

Then you ask her yet another question.

"Is Doona even your real name?"

"You searched who I was. That's funny because I was in your t-shirt all along and you didn't recognize me," Suzy answers.

"Well you looked a little different with bangs. So you are indeed the Bae Suzy, Korea's most beautiful face," you say to her.

"And by the way, you fucked me yesterday; I'm also Korea's tastiest pussy," she says, bragging about it.

"By the time I'm done with you, you'll also be Korea's biggest whore," you tell her.

"Maybe I'm already that," she says.

You take your pants off and feed your beautiful big cock to Suzy, who sucks it masterfully from the beginning. Her blowjob is very slow, but she knows where to suck and where to stroke at the right places. She then goes all the way down and gives you an amazing deepthroat. "THAT'S IT, YOU BAD GIRL!" you tell her as you sit on the bed, and she immediately crawls to rim your ass and put your balls in her mouth.

"Shit, you're such a fucking whore," you tell Suzy. "Yes, I am, and I love licking your balls and your dirty asshole," she says, entertaining herself with them. In fact, she's so good massaging your prostate you have to spank her ass to ask her to stop before she drives you insane.

You keep spanking Suzy's butt with your feet as she keeps her mouth now glued to your balls. You then stroke your cock and crush her sexy face between your legs, slapping your shaft against it before you free her to do what she pleases with it, as Suzh sucks and licks it like a maniac and makes your curse endlessly, then follows it with a couple more deepthroats.

"Get down, bitch," you say as you position Suzy's face in the perfect angle to start thrusting against it. "YEAH, THAT'S IT, BITCH," you tell her, using her pretty face to your pleasure, even sitting on top of it for her to lick your ass again, burying it full of cock. 

Suzy then turns around and puts her ass up, leading you to spank it even harder. "OH YEAH, OH MY GOD," she screams as your hands hit it heavily multiple times and then places your thumb in her anus. "Open it, bitch, I want to see that fucking asshole," she says as her ass crack closes between your hands.

Suzy quickly flips herself around and guides your cock into her pussy. "Oh my God, what a birthday gift for me," she says as it slowly makes its way inside her hole. You quickly pump it hard, just like yesterday, as she fingers her clit. "I want you to take this big cock all the way in," she begs.

You're in full control, pouding Suzy's cunt at will as she stays lying on the bed while you are on your feet, taking her from above. "It's so big, and it's stretching my pussy so fucking good, yeah," Suzy says as you slow down, grab her neck, and reassert your dominance over her.

"I want you to be an obedient good girl for my cock," you tell her, slapping Suzy once again. "OH YEAH," she answers as you pick the pace back up, now spanking her boobs as you thrust into her cunt. "Damn, that pussy gets even wetter when I smack your slutty body," you tell her.

"Tell me I'm your fucking whore; do whatever you want to me, as long as you give me that fucking cock," Suzy begs as you keep pounding her. "I love being slapped like that; please, baby, use me," she continues as she rubs her pussy and slowly starts cumming, closing her legs and eyes, and having herself a heavenly orgasm.

But you don't want Suzy to have that much fun already, switching positions to a hard spooning where you pound her hard while groping her bouncy tits. "That's what I want; use me like a fucking whore, choke me, and give me that birthday fucking I deserve," she tells you.

"OH MY GOD, YOU FUCK ME LIKE AN ANIMAL," Suzy moans as you attack her pussy even harder. You had already done that yesterday but in a more passionate manner; today, you'll be rough and use her like a bitch; after all, out of the 365 or 366 days of the year, only today is the birthday of the Bae Suzy, the it girl of all it girls.

"COME ON, BITCH, YOU'RE SUCH A BAD GIRL," you say as you pound Suzy and slap her back for a bit. You then stop and let her taste herself on your cock. "Stroke it, you fucking cunt," you tell her, lying on the bed as you let her have fun with your throbbing shaft and spit on it while using your feet to choke her and make it harder for Suzy. She gets more animalesque, getting out of it and giving you a sloppy blowjob. "OH FUCK," you groan as your cock reaches the depths of her throat.

Suzy climbs on top of you and impales your massive cock back in her cunt, bouncing on it as she says dirty words to you. "Look how I ride this big fucking cock; I'm such a bad girl," she tells you.

You quickly put an end to Suzy's fun, pumping your cock upwards against her cunt and hitting her cervix. "Oh my God," she moans, but quickly regains control. You keep slapping her tits, trying to make her lose her cool, but Suzy stays composed and just smashes your cock like the good whore she is. 

"That's the way," you praise Suzy's riding skills as she now slowly grinds on your shaft. "It's so fucking good," she says as she enjoys it reaching the depths of her pussy, bouncing on it while licking your right foot. "You're such a whore, your sucking it like they are another dick, such a good girl," you tell Suzy, who puts all your toes in her mouth and keeps bouncing on your cock with ease regardless.

"That pussy is so wet," you tell Suzy as she stays using it to crush your cock. "And your cock feels so good in it, it's gonna make me cum again," she replies, rolling her eyes and enjoying it to the fullest.

You grab Suzy's neck as soon as she finishes her orgasm, but she grabs your shaft in retribution and strokes it mastefully. You punch back, hitting her in the face once more as you two duel to see who's the most animalesque person in that bed.

You get on top of Suzy and stick your cock from behind in her pussy. "I'm just your fucking slut," she says as you kiss her and she feels your shaft going back inside her. But she had stroked you so hard you were already throbbing, to the point that after just a few thrusts you were already on the edge. You pull her hair and use her like a fuckdoll, showing no restraint whatsoever. 

"Spread that ass; I'm gonna plow that fucking pussy until I cum inside it," you vow as you also penetrate Suzy's asshole with your thumb. "God, it's so fucking wet," you add. "Do it please, cum in my pussy just like you did to your girlfriend yesterday," Suzy demands.

Your thrusts come to a halt as you explode inside Suzy's perfect pussy. But you are far from done. In this morning, Suzy will be nothing but your cum dump, as you don't even let her taste the cum that flows out of her pussy, quickly turning her sideways and kissing her while slowly shoving your cock in the second prize of the day, her butthole.

"Ahhhh," Suzy moans as your big cock stretches her tiny anus. "You know, your girlfriend has a great ass; you could use some training with me to fuck hers next," Suzy tells you. "She's not my girlfriend," you argue with her. "Why, am I your girlfriend now, you cheater?" she asks.

"No, you're just a whore, and in a few minutes you'll literally be a sore ass whore," you tell her. But you started rather gently, seeing that her tight asshole won't give up easily, trying to get accostummed to an even tighter hole than her already tight pussy.

Suzy fingers herself, and you two keep sharing kisses as your cock slowly digs deeper in her asshole. You wrap your arms around her and start giving her butt a couple pumps, kissing her in the meantime. "OH MY GOD, YOU'RE SO BIG IN MY ASS," she tells you.

Suzy struggles with your cock in her ass; it's been a long time since she's been fucked in the butt, but you manage to slowly ease her into it, going very slowly and passionately wrapping her around your arms. She moans as you put more and more heat inside it. "Fuck, it's so big," is all she can say. You finally give her harder pumps, trying to make her adjust through the pain. She screams, but you just don't care and cover her mouth. "Shut up, you fucking whore," you say to her, relentlessly pounding her butthole.

"I love that," Suzy says. Sometimes, pain is the best way to reach a goal, and she confirms it. You keep going, kisses at the top, poundings at the bottom. You make her tits jiggle and bring her to submission, thrusting as hard as you can in that whore. But you can also be kind and slow down to kiss her from time to time.

Suzy sits on your cock and tries to ride it anally, but you don't let her, pounding her ass as soon as she attempts to make a move. "OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD," she screams, fingering her pussy to cope with the heat you put in her ass, squirting a bit.

But you're so controlling you don't even let Suzy do it, placing your own hands in her cunt while manhandling her butt. "GOD, YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME FUCKING CUM AGAIN, FUCKKKKKKK,"  Suzy screams while sirens of a police car pass through the street, making her get quiet for a bit to not get noticed before going back to plead to God at each pump you give her ass.

"OH FUCKKKKKK!" Suzy screams again as you pull out of her and let her taste her butthole; she seizes the opportunity and sucks your cock like a maniac. "Lick my ass again," you tell her, who quickly obliges and then moves up to your balls and later your whole shaft, showcasing her cock-addicted spirit.

"God damn it, Suzy, you really know how to lick a man's ass," you tell her. "And I know how to suck a man's big fat cock even better," she says, moving up and giving you yet another deepthroat, which you make sure to last as long as possible, putting your legs over her head and pushing it to your shaft, with Suzy only pulling out when she's completely out of air.

Suzy twists your pole and throats your shaft hard, quickly recovering. "Damn, this fucking cock is so good; this is the best birthday ever," she tells you before going on another deepthroat. "You could make it better by giving me that asshole once again and sitting on it," you reply.

Suzy obliges and quickly moves to get on top of you. "Oh fuck," she says, rolling her eyes as your massive pole impales her butthole. She takes it slow, baffled with how huge your cock is. Slowly increasing the pace, she put her fingers in her pussy and used them to fuck herself. Finally finding the rytym, Suzy rides it as hard as she can.

"Keep going, baby, come on," you give Suzy words of incentive, and they work, her riding your cock perfectly and at full speed now. "That's how you do it, good girl, or should I say, bad girl?" you tell her as her hips hit yours and you love it. "Don't stop, baby; bounce on that cock like the fucking whore you are," you tell her.

Suzy giggles as she squirts on your face. "You made my pussy cum from my asshole," she says with a big smile in her face, burying your cock in her ass and staying with it inside her. The fucking was very intense, so she had to take a needed break, so you just pull out and let her suck it once more, letting Suzy show how crazy she is for cock, stroking your shaft in a way that almost snaps it in half while enjoying your big balls and dirty butthole.

"Let me see that asshole," you ask of Suzy, who turns around and spreads her butt open for you to see the work your cock did on it. But it was all an excuse to shove your cock in it while getting a perfect view of her behind. 

"Sit all the way down," you tell Suzy. She does it as you please, pushing your full pole in it. "Move it slowly up and down; let me see my length going in and out of your ass," you tell Suzy, who does it very slowly. "That's perfect, very slow, just like I want it," you tell her. Suzy's slow bounces and her moans over your massive cock impaling her push you to the edge once again. "Like that, like that, keep moving slowly," you tell her.

Suzy bounces faster as you give her butt a few spanks and order her to do so, getting you even closer to cumming again. You can no longer resist the urge; her bounces are getting you out of breath. You soon take control, getting on the edge of the bed and putting Suzy on all fours and fucking her asshole at full speed, giving her hard spanks until you finally cum inside it.

It seems for a moment that's going to be it for the morning. As your cum oozes out of Suzy's butthole, you are now feeling exhausted, and Suzy heads to the shower. You stand idle in the bed for a few minutes, just hearing the noises coming from the bathroom and unable to get yourself hard again after such a long good fucking and two ball-draining cumshots inside Suzy's tight fuckholes.

But as soon as you decide to check on Suzy in the shower, that immediately changes. Her naked body looks even sexier while covered in water, and it gives you an instant boner. You look at her recently fucked ass, her washing your cum that's still all over it. She gives you that perfect smile, turning around as you give her some soap to pour over her body, the white foam covering her fuckholes, making them very enticing.

Suzy spreads her pussy lips and washes them with a lot of soap. She also uses a natural cleaner, as lots of pee comes out of it to help wash her cum-filled cunt. She also pours a lot of soap on her boobs, leading to a lot of foam covering them, before washing them away. Seeing your cock get hard once again, Suzy grabs it and strokes your shaft in the masterful way she always does. "It's so dirty after such a long time in my ass; let me help clean it," she says.

After lots of stroking, finally feeling your cock is truly clean, Suzy turns around, gets off the shower, and guides it for one final time in her pussy. She takes it deep, wiggling her ass and bouncing on it sensually while holding her hands against the shower's support. You stay passive for a bit, just letting her do the work, until a feeling of guilt starts coming into your head.

You start thinking of Kazuha. The good girl you had worked so hard to get a date and even managed to have sex with her in it, who must be chilling at her home now unaware that you are fucking the older, sluttier clone of her. Every time Suzy bounces her cunt all the way down her cock, you get madder at her for being such a good whore that she leads to you having second thoughts about Zuha. For being such a bad girl.

You grab Suzy by her neck once again and take her out of the shower. You are now determined to punish this slut on her birthday for being such a wrecking force of nature. For undermining your relationship. For pushing you towards doing the naughtiest things in bed. You take her across the bathroom, hitting her beautiful face multiple times until you shove it down the toilet.

But that only makes Suzy get sluttier. She puts her tongue out and invites the challenge as you stick your cock in her pussy once more. You flush the toilet, but she stays unfazed, pushing you to fuck her as hard as you can. "Fuck me just like that," she demands. "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU SHITTY WHORE," you answer, yelling at her.

"Take that fucking cock, stupid whore," you tell Suzy. Now you don't care which hole you're fucking. Pussy, anus, it doesn't matter, as long as you stick your cock hard and deep inside Suzy and show her who the boss is. You hammer her like a lifeless sex doll, flushing the toilet multiple times to teach her a lesson. "OH FUCKKKKKK," she screams, but with a laugh in her face and an animalesque drive that quickly rises up as you get more and more insane.

Suzy crawls on all fours as you finish fucking her in the toilet, screaming like a horny demon as she chases you over the bathroom. You pin her to the glass of the shower box and fuck her face, making her drool in saliva that drops down her chin. Your cock is throbbing so hard for that bitch that you quickly have to pull out, jerking your cock off as you prepare to unload in her face. "I want all that cum in my fucking throat, every single drop of it," she says in an inviting fashion.

And what a load it was. It may have been the third of the day, but it was by far the fattest, covering Suzy's face and mouth and painting the whole glass behind her in white. Twelve shots of milky white cream for this whore on her birthday, glazing her face. Suzy is so hungry she immediately licks your cum out of the glass, fulfilling her promise of swallowing every single drop, making bubbles with it in her mouth.

"It tastes so fucking good," she tells you. "That was a good way to wake up," you tell her. Suzy gets back to bed as you admire her body—the way she's a perfect cum dump, smelling like every single body fluid and looking like a total slut.

"Is this better than the breakfast you were eating in the kitchen? I bet it has a lot more protein," you tell her. "For sure," Suzy answers, giggling to you. Both of you stay in bed for a bit, her winking your anus and praising you for giving her such a great birthday gift, until you say a couple of words that provide the perfect ending.

"I need to pee."

"Then pee on me," Suzy says. "Let's go to the shower once again," you tell her. Suzy kneels on the shower's tile, and your cock bursts the yellow liquid all over her mouth, with her easily swallowing more of it, smiling at you once you're done turning her into an urinal.

"I think I'm gonna take a walk after this, smelling like piss and cum," Suzy says. "Also, don't you have classes this morning?" she asked.

"Damn, you're right," you tell her.

"I'll be waiting tonight, and don't forget to bring Kazuha."

PS: I almost canceled this fic, but given I had written most of it, in spite of my tight schedule, I decided to make an effort to publish it on Suzy's 30th birthday, as she has always been one of my favorites and is one of the most legendary female idols to ever live. Hope you guys enjoy the story, the refences to Doona, one of the dramas she starred on, the threesome with her lookalike Kazuha and her going full bad girl for a morning sex session.

Happy Suzy Day!

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“LEFTOVERS” - lee doona.

summary: lee doona was so full of herself and you hated it. until, you understood.

words: 4.2k +

warnings: 18+ g!p reader, p in v, oral (d receiving), doona’s kinda an ass but not really because she’s wifey, and i think that’s all.

notes: once request open back up more doona requests guys 🙏🙏🙏🙏 she’s so underrated

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you had never met someone so full of themselves; well, that was up until the moment you had your first interaction with doona. you had just finished lacing up your sneakers, your compression shirt hugging your torso and your workout pants snug and comfortable.

the day was still cool, perfect for a run, and you were looking forward to clearing your head after a long day of work.

being a server was no joke.

you popped your headphones into your ears, selecting your playlist before closing and locking the main entrance door behind you, completely oblivious to the pair of eyes that had been watching you from across the courtyard.

it was a beautiful evening, and you smiled as you started singing, off-key but nonetheless singing, while you warmed up and stretched before your run. you didn't notice the figure sitting nearby until you were almost past them.

doona.

she was sitting on the brick fence that surrounded an old tree, one leg crossed over the other, and a cigarette dangling from her lips. the smoke swirled lazily around her, and she exhaled slowly, watching you with a bored, detached look as you bopped your head to the music in your headphones.

you were in your own little world, head down, and pounding music that drowned out everything except for your own thoughts.

but then, just as you were getting into a good groove, doona stood up abruptly, taking a drag from her cigarette.

without missing a beat, she stepped directly into your path, her body blocking your way.

you came to a halt, pulling your headphones down to your neck.

"excuse me," you said, raising an eyebrow, already feeling the irritation start to build. you hadn't been expecting anyone to stand in your way, let alone her.

doona regarded you coolly, the smoke curling from her lips as she blew out a cloud and gave you a pointed look. "what's your deal?"

you blinked, confused, your jaw slightly dropping. "what?"

doona took another slow drag from her cigarette, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied you. the calm, almost calculating look on her face made you feel even more confused.

"you've been staring at me for weeks," she said, her voice laced with something you couldn't quite place. was it annoyance? amusement? "every time you run by, you look up at my apartment. i see you. you're watching me."

you blinked again, the irritation from before quickly turning into bewilderment. "what? i'm not—what are you talking about?"

doona's expression didn't soften. she flicked the ash off her cigarette, still maintaining that intense gaze. "don't act like you haven't noticed me. you've been eyeing me from across the courtyard every day, practically tracking my every move. and now you're singing my songs like some kind of weird obsession. what's your deal, stalker?"

a small laugh escaped you, almost out of reflex. "are you serious? i've just been doing my thing—i'm not stalking anyone."

doona raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. for a moment, there was a pause between you two, the sound of your heartbeat in your ears as your confusion started to shift into something else.

"yeah, right." she took another drag, blowing the smoke into your face, causing you to close your eyes and cough slightly. your jaw tightened at the action, but you still tried to keep your cool. the last thing you wanted was to give her any kind of satisfaction.

doona tilted her head to the side; the two of you studied each other intently, the tension thickening between you as the seconds dragged on. her gaze was sharp, predatory even, and her lips twitched into a small smirk.

you, on the other hand, were trying your hardest not to show how irritated you were. it wasn't like you cared that she thought you were some sort of stalker. in fact, you were far more interested in getting away from this confrontation and finishing your run.

but as you stared back at her, you couldn't help but feel... curious. who was this woman? why was she so damn confident and dismissive?

finally, you exhaled sharply, pulling your shoulders back when it finally hit you. she was��lee doona, from dream sweet!

your confusion morphed into a mix of surprise and disinterest. you weren't particularly impressed by celebrity status, and honestly, you couldn't care less who she was. all you cared about was getting back to your routine and putting as much distance between you and this strange encounter as possible.

you stared at her for a beat longer, trying to mask the faint surprise flickering across your face. doona's eyes held an intense gaze, scanning you almost like a puzzle to be solved.

but when you didn't immediately react the way she expected, her expression faltered for a fraction of a second, and she flicked the cigarette again, sending more ash into the wind.

"so, what?" you said, cutting through the silence with a firm tone, finally over the awkwardness. "you're accusing me of stalking you because i run by and look up at the apartments? that's a stretch."

doona narrowed her eyes, seemingly a bit put off by your nonchalant attitude. she opened her mouth, but something in your demeanor stopped her. maybe it was the fact that you weren't fawning over her or hanging on her every word like people usually did.

maybe it was the confusion you still had about her unexpected behavior. she seemed a little unsure of herself for the first time in the conversation.

her voice, when it came out, was slightly less accusatory, but no less annoyed. "it's not just about running by, alright? it's the way you look at me. like you're always waiting for something."

you paused, taking a moment to process her words. you tried to read her, but she had the same expression as before, guarded and defensive. her posture was relaxed, but her eyes were sharp.

was she really this caught up in a casual interaction with someone she thought was obsessed with her?

"i'm not 'waiting' for anything," you replied before brushing past her, putting your headphones back in, and jogging out of the courtyard towards the street.

over the next week, doona's presence became hard to ignore. she had a way of appearing at just the right moment—whether it was passing you in the hallway or casually lounging on her balcony as you stepped out for air.

her presence was like a constant shadow, always hovering just out of reach but never quite out of mind. you couldn't deny that her mysterious aura intrigued you, but you weren't about to give her the satisfaction of knowing that.

each time you crossed paths, whether she was perched on the balcony with a cigarette or standing in the doorway as you passed by, she had that same intense, unreadable gaze. it was like she was trying to figure you out, but at the same time, she never seemed to want to make the first move.

you, however, had other things on your mind—your routine, your runs, the work that needed to get done. doona wasn't a part of that, no matter how much she seemed to want to be. you kept your head down, trying to block out the distraction that was her presence.

but one day, when you returned home after work, still dressed in dress pants and a black button-up shirt, you saw doona sitting outside.

you hesitated for a second, unsure if she'd approach or if you should just keep walking. but before you could make up your mind, she called out to you.

"hey."

you stopped, caught off guard by the lack of confrontation this time. she wasn't blocking your path or looking at you like you were some strange specimen. she was just... there. waiting.

"are you going to keep ignoring me, or do you actually want to talk?" her tone wasn't harsh this time, just curious.

for a moment, you felt a flash of irritation. who did she think she was, acting like she had the right to dictate when you should talk to her? you had enough of these mind games. you glanced over at her, seeing her kicking her feet outwards like a child.

she wasn't smoking this time, and she wasn't giving you that intimidating, piercing stare either. instead, her eyes were warm, and there was a small, inviting smile on her face.

something in your stomach twisted slightly, but you managed to hold yourself together. you stepped forward, crossing your arms, but your stance was more relaxed now, less defensive than before. "what's this about, doona?"

she leaned back against the fence, leaning back on her arms and tilting her head slightly. "i don't know. maybe i was wrong about you."

"wrong about me?" you repeated, confused. "what do you mean?"

doona let out a sigh, her gaze flicking down to the ground before meeting yours again. "i misjudged you. thought you were... obsessed or something."

a soft chuckle escaped you, and you raised an eyebrow, still unsure if you were understanding correctly. "and now?"

her stomach growled audibly before she could answer; doona's eyes flicked down, a faint blush coloring her cheeks as she ran a hand through her hair, clearly embarrassed.

you couldn't help but chuckle at her. "lucky for you, i've got leftovers from work," you said, tapping the backpack you had slung over your shoulder, which contained a portion of the evening's meals from your restaurant job.

"leftovers?" doona raised an eyebrow. "what, you think i look like i'm starving?"

"maybe not starving," you said, "but it's not like you're going to turn down free food." you held out the bag, shaking it slightly, almost teasing her.

she eyed it for a moment, then pushed herself off the fence, moving toward you with a slow, deliberate step. "you're lucky you're offering," she muttered, taking the bag from you with a slight smirk. "i wasn't going to beg for your charity."

"right," you said, shaking your head. "just take it, doona."

for a second, she seemed to hesitate, as if weighing whether to offer a witty remark, but instead she just muttered a quick thanks, her fingers brushing yours as she took the bag.

the next evening, when you returned from work again, there she was, sitting by the same spot, her eyes trained on her feet. she didn't seem to notice your approach until your foot scraped against the concrete.

this time, she didn't wait for you to say anything. the moment she saw you, she stood up and walked toward you, eyes gleaming.

"got any leftovers today?" she asked, cutting straight to the point.

you were taken aback for a moment. had she really come just for food? "still hungry, huh?" you asked, grinning despite yourself.

"very," she replied, with that same smirk you were starting to recognize all too well.

you shrugged, reaching for your backpack and pulling out another container. "here, take it."

days passed, and each night when you came home, doona was there, waiting for more of your leftovers. her presence had become a routine, like a weird, unspoken agreement between the two of you. you'd offer the food, she'd take it with little fanfare, and sometimes, if you were lucky, she'd stay for a little conversation.

one evening, your manager practically forced you to stay late, almost two hours after your shift had ended. when you finally arrived home, exhausted and hungry, doona wasn't waiting for you. it was late, so you don't know why you would expect her to be there.

but as you made your way up the stairs and towards your apartment, you noticed something odd. a faint sound—footsteps. someone moving quickly, almost purposefully. you paused, glancing around.

there she was.

doona stood at the foot of your building, her eyes scanning the space like she was looking for something—or someone. her gaze locked onto you the moment you stepped into view, and for the briefest of moments, there was something almost sheepish in her expression.

you stopped in your tracks, the exhaustion from your late shift quickly replaced by a flicker of amusement. "i didn't think you'd be waiting tonight," you said, adjusting the strap of your backpack, almost expecting her to snap back with some witty retort.

she didn't. instead, she bit her lip, her eyes darting around as if unsure of herself. "i thought you might have forgotten," she said with a small shrug.

you blinked, the words catching you off guard. "forgot?"

"yeah." she looked down at her feet for a moment before meeting your eyes again. "the food. i've... been getting used to it."

a weird, inexplicable tug in your chest made you pause.

"i haven't forgotten," you replied, your tone a little lighter. "i just got stuck at work longer than usual. but i brought something for you."

you opened your bag; instead, it wasn't the usual takeout you usually brought her. instead, you pulled out a small cake—chocolate with rich frosting and a simple "happy birthday" written on top in delicate icing.

doona blinked in surprise, her eyes widening a little. "what... is this?"

"it's your birthday, isn't it?" you asked with a small, teasing smile. "i figured you'd appreciate something sweet, instead of leftovers for once."

she stared at the cake for a long moment, not even noticing you turning away and walking upstairs toward your bedroom, the door closing behind you with a soft click.

doona lingered by the doorway, still staring at the cake. something about the gesture touched her, and her mind raced with questions, but none of them would formulate into coherent words.

after a long, thoughtful pause, she made her way up the stairs with the cake in her hand. when she knocked on your door, you opened it, already anticipating her arrival. you weren't surprised to see her standing there, her expression unreadable as she walked past you, heading straight for your bed and setting the cake down on your desk.

you raised an eyebrow as she made herself at home, flopping down on your bed without a care in the world. it was a little jarring, considering how much she had thrown off the idea of getting close to you just a few weeks ago. but there she was, casually reclining on your bed, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

you stood by the door, not quite sure what to say. "you just walked in without even asking?"

she shrugged, her eyes not leaving yours. "it's not like you're going to stop me."

"what makes you so sure?"

"you wouldn't have let me in otherwise."

that was a fair point. you sighed, moving to unbutton your work shirt, but instead of heading to your closet, you stayed near the door, keeping a safe distance from her. "what do you want?" you asked, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.

"i just wanted to see if you missed me," she answered, her voice unexpectedly soft, though laced with that playful challenge. her gaze held yours, and for a second, you could have sworn there was a hint of affection in her expression.

you swallowed, breaking the gaze and looking away. you didn't want her to catch the flush creeping across your cheeks.

doona smirked, watching the way your fingers fumbled with the buttons on your shirt, the way you tried so hard not to show any sign of vulnerability. you chuckled, though there was a hint of nervousness in your laugh.

"miss you?" you took a few steps further into the room but kept your distance, not wanting to make the moment feel too awkward. "you've been showing up for leftovers, and now you're asking if i miss you?"

doona raised an eyebrow, which dropped when she let out a sigh, glancing around your room. it was her first time ever being up here. "you looked for me tonight," she muttered. "i didn't think you cared if i was around or not."

you paused, the weight of her words hanging in the air. for a moment, you felt exposed, like she had somehow cracked through the barriers you'd carefully put up around your thoughts and emotions. you'd been so intent on brushing her off, pretending that her presence didn't matter, that you hadn't realized how much she'd started to occupy your mind.

"i didn't look for you," you said quickly, though you weren't entirely sure if you believed it yourself. "i just—" you rubbed the back of your neck, averting your eyes, not wanting to meet hers. you took a deep breath, forgetting about taking off your work clothes and instead focused on trying to maintain your composure.

doona's gaze softened slightly as she watched your struggle to keep your cool. she could tell you were trying to downplay the shift in your emotions, but it wasn't working. there was a crack in your facade, and she was starting to notice it.

"right," she said, her voice dropping into something softer, more teasing than before.

you shifted uncomfortably, rubbing the back of your neck again as your eyes flicked to the cake you had given her earlier. for some reason, the sweetness of the gesture now felt like it was hanging over both of you, making everything feel more real, more vulnerable. you had never meant for this to become more than just a simple exchange. leftovers. a casual moment. yet here she was, in your room, in your personal space, making things feel... complicated.

"i didn't expect you to be here," you muttered, trying to sound indifferent but failing. "i didn't think you'd care if i gave you a cake or not."

doona let out a soft, almost wistful laugh. "you really are bad at this, aren't you?"

the way she said it caught you off guard. there was something affectionate in her tone, something beyond just teasing. you had never thought she would soften up like this, not after all the weird tension that had built up between you two. but there it was.

you swallowed, still not quite sure how to handle the shift in the air. it was no longer about leftovers, no longer about the small interactions. she was making you confront something you hadn't expected to feel—maybe even something you hadn't wanted to feel.

"doona..." you started, but she cut you off before you could finish.

"stop overthinking it," she said with a small, half-smile. "i'm not here to make you uncomfortable. not really. i just... want to see how far you'll go."

"go where?" you asked, still confused but unable to stop the questions from rising in your chest. "what do you want from me?"

she sat up from your bed, the air between you two thickening with every word. "i just want to know if you're more than the girl who gives me leftovers. are you?"

her gaze was intense now, and her words hung in the air, a challenge and an invitation all at once. you didn't have an answer, and you didn't know what she was hoping for. you just knew that whatever this was—whatever you two were turning into—it was no longer as simple as it had been when she first asked for leftovers.

she stood up from your bed, her hands falling to the buttons of your shirt, her eyes never leaving yours. you felt the soft cotton of your shirt, now being unbuttoned by her, slipping off your shoulders as she leaned in closer.

her fingers traced along the lines of your collarbones, slowly, gently, a small, amused smile playing on her lips. it was such a gentle touch, such a light caress, yet you couldn't help the way your breath caught in your throat, the way your heart skipped a beat.

she tilted her head slightly, her smile growing as she watched you, the intensity of her gaze making it clear that she was enjoying this. enjoying seeing you get flustered, enjoying seeing you react to her touch.

and then, her hand moved to your hip, and she pulled you closer, pressing her lips against yours.

you could feel your pulse quicken as the kiss deepened, her fingers digging into your hip, her other hand reaching up and tangling in your hair, tugging slightly. as she pulled you closer, you could feel her body pressing against yours, her breath mingling with yours, your mind going blank as her tongue swiped over your lips, tasting, teasing.

you hadn't expected this—hell, you didn't even know if you were ready for it. but doona wasn't giving you a chance to overthink. she was just there, and all you could do was follow her lead.

when the kiss broke, you found yourself looking into her eyes. they were dark and full of want and something else, too. you swallowed, feeling your stomach twist with a mixture of nerves and anticipation.

doona leaned in again; this time you didn't hesitate, kissing back with the same intensity and hunger she was pouring into you, her lips soft and insistent against yours, while her arms dangled around your neck.

the kiss deepened again, your hands fell to her waist, and doona began walking backwards; you followed her like a puppy on a leash, falling on top of her as her back hit your bed. her eyes were half-closed, but they were still looking at you. she ran her hands up and down your sides, caressing you. her touch was light, but you felt it go right through you. doona smiled up at you, her hands going to the hem of your shirt and lifting it up, her fingers grazing your skin as she pulled the material up over your head.

her hands fell to your core, fingers trailing against your stomach. her touch was making you shiver, sending waves of pleasure through you.

you bit your lip and closed your eyes, focusing on her touch, looking down to see a singular finger moving along the top of your pants, tracing the outline of your belt, teasing. she was taking her time, exploring your body, watching and listening to your reactions. it was making you painfully hard, and you wanted nothing more than to have her fingers wrap around you.

finally, doona moved her hands back up and unbuckled your belt, sliding it out of the loops and tossing it aside. then, she popped the button on your pants and lowered the zipper, sliding your jeans down, exposing your black boxers.

she was gazing at you, her pupils blown wide with lust. doona licked her lips. she was waiting for you to say something. but all you could do was nod and kiss her.

her tongue slipped into your mouth, and you moaned into her mouth, the sound muffled by her lips. doona's hand was in the front of your boxers, rubbing your cock through the material, feeling how hard you were. your hands gripped the sheet beneath you, and you took in a sharp breath.

you let out a grunt as her hand moved under the waistband of your boxers, wrapping around your shaft, squeezing and stroking. "wait," you said, breaking the kiss. you pulled back a little and looked at her. "let me help you."

she bit her lip, nodding, letting go of your cock. you sat down on the bed, kicking your pants away, and watched as she slid off her own pants, her hips raising from the bed before lowering again.

doona had you in a spell, your eyes glued to her every movement; you wondered if she was aware of the effect she had on you. she was wearing a pair of black lace panties, which contrasted beautifully with her creamy skin. your gaze lingered on her breasts, which were covered by a coordinating bra.

she lay back down, her hair fanning out on the pillow. you couldn't stop staring.

"see something you like?" she teased.

you nodded, crawling back on top of her, afraid that any words that left your mouth would make her change her mind.

instead, you kissed her again, one hand cupping her cheek, the other sliding behind her back, deftly unclasping her bra. you felt her body shiver as you slid the straps off her shoulders, and the garment fell away, exposing her breasts.

"you're so beautiful," you murmured. she smiled, pulling you closer.

you lowered your head and began kissing her neck, working your way down to her breasts, licking and sucking on her nipples, making them harden under your touch. the soft sounds of her moans only encouraged you further, along with the grip she had on your shoulders, pulling you closer to her.

her hands tangled in your hair as she whispered, "don't stop."

you moved lower, kissing her stomach and then her thighs. anywhere your lips touched, she shivered with pleasure.

your fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, pulling them off her legs. you were staring at her now, more than ever, taking in her naked form, her body flushed and warm, her chest rising and falling as she breathed heavily, her eyes locked onto yours.

you moved forward, settling between her legs, spreading them open, your hands gripping her hips. "please," she whimpered. "i need you."

you pressed your face against her thigh, kissing it softly, your hands gripping her thighs firmly as you trailed kisses up towards her core. she arched her back, silently begging for more, her fingers tangling in your hair as she guided you closer to where she needed you most.

"stop being an ass," she whispered in frustration in her voice. "just give me what i want." you chuckled softly, then moved higher, your tongue finding her wet folds. her breath hitched, and her hand tightened in your hair, a low moan escaping her lips as you gave her exactly what she desired.

you lapped at her cunt, your tongue moving up and down her slit, tasting her. she was writhing beneath you, her back arching off the bed, her pulling at your hair so much it was starting to hurt. her moans grew louder, more desperate, "oh, god..." she moaned, her voice thick with arousal. "that feels so good."

you continued to lick her, your tongue sliding up and down her slit, teasing her, before you focused on her clit, flicking it with the tip of your tongue. she was panting now, her legs trying their hardest to trap your head between them as she bucked against your mouth.

"fuck... oh, fuck..." she was breathing hard, her moans increasing, her thighs squeezing tighter around your head. you knew she was about to cum, and you didn't want to disappoint her, so you quickened your pace, swirling your tongue around her clit before sucking on it gently. she let out a loud gasp, her legs tightening around your head, her back arching as she came hard.

her whole body shook with the force of her orgasm, her nails digging into the sheets beneath her as she rode out her pleasure. after a moment, her grip on you loosened, and she let out a long, content sigh.

you looked up at her, a smile on your lips, and she grinned back at you. "see," she said breathlessly. "i knew you could be a good girl." you wanted to roll your eyes and disregard the pet name, but your body's response was instantaneous, and you felt yourself grow twitch as the words escaped her lips.

you climbed up her body and kissed her, allowing her to taste herself on your lips. "do you want more?" you whispered against her lips, and she nodded. "i want you inside me."

you moved to the edge of the bed, sitting down as you pulled off your boxers, revealing your cock, fully erect, glistening with precum. the dark-haired girl smiled seductively as she crawled towards you, straddling your lap and guiding you inside her with a moan of pleasure.

the sensation of being enveloped by her warmth was overwhelming, and you both moaned in unison when doona's hip began moving achingly slow. she was trying to get a reaction out of you, and you were so lost in the moment that you could barely form a coherent thought.

your eyes left the sight of your member buried deep inside her to meet her intense gaze, your mouth agape and your hands gripping her hips tightly. "pretty," she muttered, her voice husky, kissing the outline of your jaw before trailing down your neck.

your mouth took in her breast, savoring the taste of her skin as she arched into your touch, a soft gasp escaping her lips. she started riding you faster, her hips rolling in a rhythm that was better than any song she had ever sung.

"doona," you managed to gasp out, your hands gripped her waist tightly, your mouth falling against her shoulder, trying to contain yourself.

you didn't know what the two of you were going to be after this, if she would continue playing that stupid game she loved so much, if you could just stay as friends, or if you could somehow get closer, but for now, none of that mattered. all that mattered was her and her soft body.

her hands dug into your hair, and you buried your face in her neck, breathing in her scent. her pussy felt so tight and wet, and you groaned against her neck, your teeth biting at her skin. she started moving faster, and you knew she was close. a loud whine left her throat, and her fingers tightened in your hair, yanking you back to look at her.

"y/n," she whined. "fuck, please. are you close?"

you nodded.

"fuck, baby. you feel so good. come with me, y/n. please." you reached down and circled her clit with your thumb, and her mouth dropped open, her head thrown back as her entire body tensed, her pussy tightening around your dick, pulling you over the edge with her. you groaned, pressing your face into her neck as your cum filled her.

she collapsed on top of you, and the two of you caught your breath.

[doonarose]

31 Authors. 100 Chapters. Over 100,000 words. Over 100 different journeys.

Written as part of the @goodomensafterdark Smut War!

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Summary: Having thwarted yet another attempt at ending the world, Aziraphale and Crowley are, in fact, ready to have sex now. Just how successful their sex shall be depends on the discerning decision-making of you, dear reader…

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You & Me (Lee Doona)

pairings: Lee Doona x GN!Reader

word count: 1.606

genre: fluffy > angst (?) > smut

a/n: no, just being very gay for Doona>> || This is to make up for the time I haven't made requests, sorry, this week has been crazy for me and I'm trying to finish my spirit fanfic, then I'll make the requests!

Lee Doona!gf who outside her apartment is arrogant and unfriendly to people, so badly raised that she makes people hate her, but she isn't even paying attention to them; But when she gets into bigger trouble — like a lawsuit for offending and throwing coffee at a medical student at her college — you have to go there and sort it out.

Lee Doona!gf who when she is jealous of you is talking to a popular girl on campus, she is touching you while asking you to help with her activities and not see her ulterior motives, so Doona has to intervene and get involved in the conversation, taking the girl's hands off you and releasing smoke from your cigarette in her face, making her cough and quickly say goodbye for the irritation.

Lee Doona!gf who is forbidden from entering the kitchen because she almost burned down the house trying to make pancakes for breakfast, now you are the one taking on the duties of preparing food for yourselves.

Lee Doona!gf that when she's angry about something you did unconsciously, she'll spend the day with her headphones on just giving you looks from head to toe, like a product she didn't like but has to put up with.

Lee Doona!gf who when she is arrogant towards you, unintentionally just because she is having a bad day, gives you tight hugs and kisses on the neck because she knows that you will forgive her.

Lee Doona!gf who when she has to meet you after a class, puts on her best clothes and prettifies herself just so everyone can look at her and see that she has someone; And that you turn extremely red when she appears in clothes that hug her body perfectly and puts her hand on your waist possessively to expose it to everyone around while kissing you passionately.

Lee Doona!gf who, when she is in front of the mirror for a long time, makes her appear behind her and hug her, telling her how beautiful she is and that he loves her.

Lee Doona!gf who sits with her arms crossed as she watches you train with your friends, biting her lip, winking at you when you look at her from afar, and jumping up and down when you hit the shot.

Lee Doona!gf who when you're watching her favorite team's match but it's too late because of the jet lag, she grabs a blanket and falls asleep with her head in your lap while you make coffee.

Lee Doona!gf that when you spent the whole weekend away because of college, you arrive and see her sitting on the couch pouting and sulking which only gets better when you hug her and carry her to the room, to spend the day cuddled up watching films.

Lee Doona!gf who told you stories about her old life while the clock ticked midnight and you were cuddled up on the soft dorm bed.

Lee Doona!gf who, when you're busy doing your activities, rolls around in bed (or on the couch) with one of your sweatshirts, smelling it and playing with it until you look at it, dropping it on top of her head and making a pile while she Pretend like you weren't doing anything.

Lee Doona!gf who loves to tease you, you're making dinner for you and she's just in your chair showing her shoulders and biting her lips, flirting and singing to you until you ask her why she's looking at you like that and she says she is I miss you, but did you spend the day together??

Lee Doona!gf that when she made you cry because she thought she was in love with someone else, but she was just preparing something surprise for you and cried together seeing you cry even after explaining the misunderstanding.

Lee Doona!gf who takes you to swim in the sea (or lake?) while it's night, the cold of the icy water while you have so little clothes on and are almost hugging each other to keep warm.

Lee Doona!gf who plays with you, spending long seconds in the water until you go down to see her looking into your eyes until she comes up and kisses you, she is so in love with you and everything she thinks and that you are too perfect for her .

Lee Doona!gf who, when he discovers that everyone knows them as "the black cat and the orange cat" around campus, tries to find out who is who, gathering clues until he finishes his search and says that even with your group of friends, you were shy too much and only went out when she went, plus it seemed like she was more friendly with your friends than you were! (you are the black cat and she is the orange cat).

Lee Doona!gf who when you go to a park, she insists on going to a machine to get a toy and when she manages to get it she screams like a child who just got some candy.

Lee Doona!gf who loves being spoiled by you, guarding your gifts as if her life depended on it; Small objects like jewelry, stuffed animals and photographs of you, but I would certainly feel bad if you thought she didn't like the gift because she received it with indifference because she was away from home, but that's just her personality!!

Lee Doona!gf who always comes out of the closet with a new outfit that she just bought or is getting ready with you to go out, she gives you a little spin so you can just say that it looks perfect on her, but only her looking at you, seeing that you are drooling over her.

Lee Doona!gf who when she goes out with you and your friends, wears the smallest skirt she has to tease you, knowing that you get weak when she drinks, so she dances with her friends and lifts her skirt a little more, will make you blush more than than normal.

Lee Doona!gf that when you're going back to the dorm, you end up stopping somewhere just to grab each other and kiss like you haven't seen each other in years.

Lee Doona!gf that when someone confronts you, you try to take the lead to defend yourself and Doona pushes you aside, only to argue with a guy older than you.

Lee Doona!gf who got bright-eyed while you tried to chase away the paparazzi who were disturbing your date and you threatened him if he didn't call the police.

Lee Doona!gf wants to see you near your dorm with your friends, discussing a job and she's down the street, call out to you and raise a hand to get your attention.

Lee Doona!gf that when she saw you defending yourself if a group of college girls were talking bad about her and you jumped in to defend your girlfriend even though you were stuttering nervously, when you were left by the group of girls, she hugged your arm and kissed your cheek making you shy.

Lee Doona!gf who loved it when you used her size to tease, lifting her onto her lap, getting on top of her while pinning her to a wall when she's angry.

Lee Doona!gf who to everyone is a clueless bore to others, but to you, she's just a needy little slut while she begs you to go deeper into her with your fingers.

Lee Doona!gf that when you fuck her, she scratches your back and leaves hickeys and bites on your shoulders and neck just to spread the word that she owns you, but it's actually you.

Lee Doona!gf who likes to rub herself against your soft, hard thighs just to get on top of you (or ride you).

Lee Doona!gf who teases you with her skimpy clothes while you're at practice (or match) until you pull her into the locker room and eat her out, making her moan her name without caring who hears.

Lee Doona!gf who feels so sensitive when you degrade her but cums when you call her a princess or a doll.

Lee Doona!gf wants to run between your legs when you are overwhelmed with activities, just to relieve the tension for the test that is coming up.

Lee Doona!gf the first time you made her squirt, you didn't know if that was good or bad, but as you were glued to her pussy you just took it all willingly, getting up to see her exhausted and smiling with her face covered of its juices.

Lee Doona!gf wants to cry when you accidentally overstimulate her because you decided to take it slow, just for sweet and gentle sex but ended up having to fuck her faster and deeper, hearing her screams until she squirts all over you and the covers.

Lee Doona!gf who is sensitive because you want to play with her breasts, you hug her from behind while you are at home and your hands go up under her shirt, starting to roll her nipples between your fingers, sometimes pinching and kneading them while she moans with her head thrown onto his shoulder.

Lee Doona!gf you take care of after having sex, kissing every part of her body and taking her to the bathroom to clean up.

Lee Doona!gf who loves sleeping on your tall body because she feels safe and good with you, just you.

[galateaschild]

Smut headcanons: You’re both k-pop trainees and start sleeping with each other

Male K-pop Trainee!Oc x Male K-pop Trainee!Reader

Warnings: Oc and Reader are 19, bottom!reader, top!oc, loss of virginity, fingering (spit as lube), hand jobs, blow job, anal sex, mentions of taking pictures of + filming sexual activity, unprotected sex (practice safe sex everyone!).

Prompt: You and your dormmate begin getting intimate…

(A/n: Very niche reference but MSA Entertainment is the same as Doona’s in the k-drama ”DOONA”)

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• You had been street casted by MSA Entertainment only two months ago. The company had one active and very popular girl group and were now preparing for the debut of a new boy group.

• You were made to move in with a dormmate when you became a trainee.

• When you first met him you had immediately noted how handsome he was. His eyes lingered on you too.

• Things started out kinda awkward between the two of you, as you were both unsure how to approach each other.

• But during practice he’d soon start approaching you more if he noticed you needed help with a dance move or something.

• The two of you grew closer as friends, VERY close. You both became touchy with each other. To an outsider it looked as if you were feeling each other up.

• Things started become even more intimate between the two of you as ”things” started happening between you.

He’d walk out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel after showers.

You’d lay around the dormroom in just a pair of white socks and heart patterned boxers.

He’d steal some of your clothes.

You’d steal some of his as revenge.

He’d wake you up in the morning by getting in to bed with you.

You’d start hugging him a lot (even if you weren’t fully clothed at some times)

…

• And then one night when you were cuddled up on a couch watching a drama, when he placed a hand on your thigh, and started running up to over your heart patterned boxers… you didn’t stop him.

• He snuck a hand into your boxers and started rubbing your cock softly. Making you moan softly.

• Soon he made lay back on the couch as he stripped you of your boxers. He positioned you with your legs spread. He put one of his fingers in your mouth asking you to make it wet for him.

• Then he’d move his hand to your ass and start pushing a finger into you, streching out your untouched virgin hole.

• He smirked as he watched your face scrunch up at the new feeling as he slowly fingered you, eventually adding more fingers inside you.

• He fingered you until you came all over yourself. Ropes of white sticky cum covering your abdomen. He then licked it off of you.

• Then without much talk you both went to bed and nothing happened between you over the next few days.

• The next time would be the following week.

• After a slow practice and a disagreement he’d had with one of the other trainees, he was feeling stressed.

• As the two of you stayed in the practice room to keep working, you soon ended up on your knees in front of the bulge in his sweatpants.

• You lowered his pants and underwear revealing his now hard manhood to you.

• It was your first time giving a blowjob but he helped guide you as you took his dick into your mouth.

• The sight of you with a cock stuffed between your lips made him eager and soon cum was dripping from his cock and your lips onto the practice room floor.

• The first time you two would have sex would start like the first time you started getting intimate, as you were watching a drama.

• You started making out and undressing each other. Until your naked bodies were tangled together.

• After he prepped you, he started pushing his thick cock inside you. You both moved slowly as his shaft streched your tight virgin walls to adjust to him.

• The sound from the tv was drowned out by the heavy moans coming from the two of you.

• He was gentle yet passionate with his movements as he rolled his hips against you. His cock going deep inside you.

• Soon you both reached your climax and you shot your load on your all over your and his abdomen. He followed closely as he flooded you your insides with his orgasm.

• As he pulled out cum was spilling from your deflowered hole.

• After that night sexual activities became a regular occurence between the two of you.

• You explored each others bodies, seeing what the other liked.

• You had sex all over the dorm, the small kitchen counter, the shower, the floor…

• The two of you even ended up fucking in the practice room once.

• He liked it when you would occasionally hold him down and ride him at a rough pace. Seeing your regularly sweet face so determined to take him to his orgasm.

• He likes to take pictures of you once he’s done with you, pictures of you with cum coated lips, cum on your torso, with a cum stuffed hole.

• The two of you even started filming yourselves as you were having sex. His phone now had a full folder of just pictures and videos of you and him.

• His favourite thing is breeding you full of his load, it’s his way of making you his before debut, before he will have to share you with all the future fans.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Freddy Krueger x Fem!Reader || Oneshot [PART 2]

Notes:

This is the sequel, to this Oneshot!: Freddy Krueger x Fem!Reader || Oneshot

Plot: (Set in the Horror House, a year after the first Part)

After they were forced to 'come out', Y/N soon breaks it (Whatever 'it' was) off from Freddy, because things started getting weird with her and everyone else. They started thinking less of her, and it hurt, and Jason wouldn't even look at her anymore- and that hurt even more.

But will anyone else measure up? Will anyone else fit her as well?

Warnings: Sexual themes right off the bat (Much more than the last one). Not full-on smut, but ya know, lots of talk- and the actual actions are with Bo, mostly.

Previously:

~

“Princess… Daddy’s arm’s gettin’ tired.”

Your eyes widen and relax again at the terminology, turning back to Freddy, taking a deep breath. Well in that case…

You tilt your head and lean up, connecting your lips in a soft kiss- which he immediately takes up a level and makes it a rough one. You like how his hat kind of makes you feel disguised and protected, you like how, kind of ironically, he really is quite a good kisser, and you like the roughness. You just really like kissing him.

And maybe that’s why you got a little lost and it lasted a bit long and…

Chucky saw.

“Oh so you two are finally coming out? Fuck, and here I was having a good time torturing you.”

Your eyes snap open and you pull back, lips a little tingly but not caring as you look to the side and down to the damn doll and feel like your entire world explodes.

His voice was loud, and various villains in the room - Jennifer, Billy and Stu, Michael, Jason, - are looking at you with big, round eyed expressions on their faces (Well, the ones you can see anyway).

…

As you chew on the inside of your cheek and wonder what you could possibly say, Freddy - his dramatic ass, - points offendedly at Chucky, says ‘And to you sir, I say bah humbug!’ and then stomps off the other way- retreating. You double take after him. Can you… can you follow and hide? Or do you have to stay?-

Before you have to make the decision, he comes back, grabs your arm, and drags you back the way he was going along with him.

~

Current Time

~

"Bo... "

...

"Bo!... "

...

"... fuck... "

The room is relaxing and dark, the world is quiet around you; everyone else in the house being fast asleep. 

Your fingers entangle themselves into Bo's hair, your hips lifting up off the mattress and your back arching under the sheets where he's nestled, between your parted thighs. Your cheeks are hot, and your hair is strewn out around you and over your face, and your breathing is heavy yet your words come out entirely breathless. Or- word; Singular. "Bo... Bo, Bo, Bo, B- "

Suddenly the man under the sheet does something that is apparently too much for you, and this time your breath hitches in your throat and you're so close to finishing, when-

"Not quite sweetheart."

"JESUS fuck- "

~

"-ing christ!" You whisper-shriek, as your eyes blow wide open and you jump up into a sitting position in the bed, throwing the doona and the sheets up to make sure you're alone- then peaking at the sleeping man beside you to make sure it was, in fact, BO. When you determined that it definitely is, you turn to your bedside table and pick up the prescription bottle sitting there; Squinting at the label as you just try to calm down your heart. Its beating erratically in your chest, like it’s trying to get out. And you don’t blame it! Not after that- God, how Bo didn’t wake up when you screamed, you have no idea. Man must sleep like the absolute dead.

Hypnocil is clearly printed on the bottle, and you took 2 as instructed before you went to bed, you know you did, so he shouldn't have been able to get in like that!

But he was. It was definitely him.

And you are pissed.

What are these??! Tic Tac's!?

Once you've gathered your bearings a little more, a moment later, you slam the stupid bottle back down on the bedside table and throw the blankets off of you- getting out of bed, dragging an over-sized hoodie on, you storm out of the room and down the hall. God, you should’ve known something fishy was up- Bo doesn’t put his mouth anywhere near down there.

When you get to Freddy's room you don't bother knocking, flinging it open and not caring that it’s an invasion of privacy or that you aren't wearing pants- he more than invaded your privacy 2 minutes ago! You look around, identify a stack of magazines on the dresser beside you, pick up one of the heavier ones, roll it up and promptly fling it at the carcass sprawled peacefully on the bed- that instantly flies up and falls off the other side of the bed at being disturbed in such a shocking and sudden fashion. "Fuck!- "

"Stay out of my head, you creep!"

"Ughh... creep?” Disoriented and getting hit with another magazine - this time to the face, as he tries to get up, causing him to just stay behind the bed this time, -, Freddy still manages to come up with something obnoxious to say to you. “Last time I checked, you liked that about me... "

A growl escapes you, frustrated and violated, and you pick up two magazines this time, roll them up together, and fling the make-shift missile directly at his head.

“Hmmm… “Twisting his face in an unamused sort of way, which make you want to throttle him, Freddy looks around on the floor on his side of the room. “Hey, I don’t have a white flag to waive- will these do?”

When a crumpled pair of white boxers come flying, you but wack them out of the way. Too pissed to be disgusted- and, honestly, besides! You’ve seen, touched, been apart of a lot worse when it comes to him. Oh… your stomach rolls at the memory. “I’ve been taking Hypnocil, you fuck! How did you- “

“What?” That seems to catch Freddy’s attention, as he looks up at you again. His eyes narrow. “How did I what?”

“Get in my dreams! I just wanna be free of you!- I thought Hypnocil was supposed to work!?”

Freddy just stares for a few moments, lost in thought… before his eyes slowly widen and an evil smirk spread across his ugly mug. “Hypnocil does work… it blocks me from getting in… I didn’t do anything to you. Which means,” Suddenly he gets up, rounds the bed and comes after you. You’re listening to his words, and slowly coming to the same horrifying conclusion; Eyes wide as you avert your gaze. No… No! No way- “Unless some other demon is after you, which is unlikely,.. you dreamt about me all on your little own.” There’s a definite mischievous tone in his voice and you fight not to hide your face. Because… fuck.

Did you?- No… No-

Absolutely not. No.

“Uhhh… “Coming down from your anger-high, now mortified for a different reason, you talk quietly under his revealing gaze- though you don’t look up to meet it. You don’t do that, anymore. Not ever. “Oh… “Your mind is racing. You couldn’t… you’re happy with Bo… you don’t need Freddy. Why would you-  “Uh… “ God, why did you dream that!? Shit- “Sorry… for… bothering you, then… “

You back up with little steps, towards the exit, because you’re just now realising, you’re alone in a room with Freddy, and you… you can’t do that anymore. Not in any room, much less one with a bed. Because now that the realisation has dawned on you that he did not in fact sexually assault you, and nothing has changed between the two of you actually, you’re remembering what a damn sucker you are for him and how you can’t be anymore. How its not allowed. And you have put rules in place to help yourself.

And this situation definitely breaks a couple of those rules.

Wanting to facepalm, you very nearly groan at yourself. Shit.

“So… out of curiosity,” He takes another of those careful steps towards you and you look quickly towards the door; Heart beating too-fast inside your chest. “What did I do in this dream? You seemed pretty… shaken.” The grin is audible through his voice, and you flee immediately for the door; Hand on the knob.

“Nothing happened, forget about it, stop grilling me!” You exclaim desperately, yank at the door; Forgetting to twist it. Jesus christ Y/N, come on. Pull yourself together. This might as well be life or death. 

He chuckles behind you, the sound closer than you thought. Spiders creep up your spine and you can’t help but grip the knob harder, like it’s your lifeline. Or self-control. “Interesting choice of words… Come on, tell me what happened.”

Blades slide over your shoulder, and you actually let out a yelp, flinging the door open finally and pulling it shut behind you immediately to the sound of his obnoxiously loud laughter. You collapse against the door and just try to calm your racing heartbeat, pressing the back of your head hard into the wood. You stay until the sound of Fredy’s laughter dies down.

Tiffany walks by you then, a toasted cheese sandwich in her hand to curb her midnight munchies. She stops in front of you, and you raise a brow down at her. “… Yes?”

Tiff is the only one in this house, including you, that thinks you being with Bo now makes zero sense. She holds the belief, probably because of her own less-than-typical relationship, that you’ve gone from ‘platinum to bronze’- Bo’s handsome, she’d told you before, but that burnt shit has something else. And that’s important- mark my words, honey. You’ll miss it before long when all you get from Bo are shitty handjobs and wall-quickies. You had laughed, then, but you know by the way she’s looking at you now that she knows your opinion, consciously or not, has changed. “Detox harder than you thought, sweetie?”

You just glare at the doll.

~

The next morning, after you had snuggled back into bed with Bo and managed to catch some uninterrupted sleep, and Bo left before you woke up to deal with Lester - he grunted something about mud and that’s all you needed to know, -, you find yourself sitting up at the kitchen table with Jennifer- sorting out phone numbers from the bottom of her purse and drinking the high fibre salad drink she sips so elegantly.

The two of you have 3 piles. The ‘Done’ pile - boy’s who are dead now, -, the ‘To Be Determined’ pile - Boy’s Jennifer thinks might be closeted gay’s and so would never work for her, - and the ‘Call Back’ pile, obviously. That one is looking slim, though, unfortunately; The Done pile being the biggest.

“Uhh, wh-what do we do with a number we can’t understand?” Carrie asks, looking troubled at a ripped piece of a business card. You lean towards her and peer around at the number, and find you can’t make out the crazy scribble, either.

Jennifer plucks it from Carrie’s finger’s and drops it on the ‘Call Back’ pile. “Doctor. I know where he works.”

Tiffany walks in not-too-long later, Chucky breaking off from her and heading to the living room. She sits down beside you, making you nervous and scootch a little closer to Carrie on your either side- practically half off the chair. For a good minute Tiff lets the obvious nervous energy surge between the two of you, causing Carrie and Jennifer to exchange concerned looks, wondering what has happened. Finally, Tiffany breathes in but you’re ready and before she can make even a word come out, you blurt out what you thought would be a good distraction. “So Tiff!! How was your toasted cheese last night??”

Jennifer screws up her nose. What?

“How was yours??” She shoots back, pointedly. Annnd, right. You think. Of course. That backfired. Damn.

You turn to her anyway and glare, sternly. “I didn’t have any.”

“So you just look that much like a frazzled squirrel monkey on a regular?” She blinks back, innocently.

“Look, Miss Sex Therapist,” You start, putting an elbow on the table between the two of you and trying to make out like you could be in any way intimidating to her. “Don’t you think if you could tell what I look like after I get fucked, you woulda found out about Freddy and me a long time ago? Like, months? Your insane husband figured it out and started acting like a cruel freak about it, and you still didn’t know!” At that she just looks bemusedly at you, a tiny grin quirking at her black lips. Your narrow your eyes- wait did she know the whole time?? When Tiffany breaks out into a full smile and looks away, you literally gasp. “You did know!!?”

Putting the pieces together on what this inane conversation is about, Jennifer gives her own gasp. “Wait- you knew Y/N was banging that burnt turd and you didn’t tell anyone?? We could’ve started damage repair way sooner!”

“I wasn’t about to ruin her fun.” Tiffany smirks, sifting through the ‘To Be Determined’ pile.

Carrie looks wide eyed. “Should I be listening to this??”

“Hey, you didn’t do anything.” Jenniferassures her, looking crossly at you and Tiffany. “You aren’t the one that let yourself be defiled- or kept it a secret!”

At that, you can’t help but laugh. “Defiled?? Jen, you’re literally a Succubus demon- If I’m going to hell,” Which you doubt. Just because you had the dreaded premarital sex? No. Jen has been spending too much time with Jason and Mrs Voorhees. “You already have a backstage pass.”

“Yeah,” Tiff agrees, beside you. “And that ship has sailed, for me too. A long time ago.”

Jennifer just makes a frustrated ‘Ugh’ sound. “Whatever.”

“I don’t think you’ll go to hell… “Carrie pipes up again, a tiny wonky smile flickering at her face. You smile, going to say thank you my only sweet friend, when she continues. “I don’t think anyone goes to hell because of who they fall in love with.”

The words die in your throat, immediately. Love? God, you feel like that word should be censored, suddenly. He could hear you Carrie!! She’s looking at you, though, waiting for an answer as you just stare back like a deer caught in headlights. And Jennifer is looking at you too, her arms crossed and a pert look on her face like she’s daring you to respond, and Tiffany, too- A look of encouragement on hers.

You’re just opening your mouth to say something, when the bastard in question actually walks into the kitchen - impeccable timing, honestly, - and both yours and Carrie eyes widen. You slump in your seat and hide the bottom half of your face in the collar of your hoodie, eyes downcast acting like suddenly Jennifer’s phone number tirade is something you’re really quite fascinated with- but you can’t focus on the numbers and just stare at them. Hold on, is that a seven or a four?? How many doctors has this girl got up her sleeve- can I have one? As you narrow your eyes at the napkin in your hands, Freddy smirks at you- but you don’t notice.

The other three more calmly return to a normal, like they hadn’t just been discussing him, and Tiffany even says good morning- whereas Jennifer shows him the iciest cold shoulder in the world. While Tiffany and her start discussing their plans for the day, Freddy comes up behind Carrie and slowly reaches his blades out close over her head and face, causing her to freeze.

You glance up from the number, see this, look back down, then do a double take. “-Hey!”

“Ohh, what? She’s not hurt.” Freddy teases, a devilish grin on his evil face. You narrow your eyes back at him, giving a powerful greasy that he doesn’t even have the decency to look bothered by as he returns his attention back to the little blonde bellow him- the blades landing on her shoulder. She jumps. “Carrie are you hurt?~” Jennifer rolls her eyes deeply and Tiffany gives a great sigh. “… Scared?” Carrie shifts in her seat, dragging her shoulder forward causing Freddy’s glove to fall off her as he returns his smirk to you.

Smirking back now, you point at him. “… I know something you don’t want Chucky to know.”

Freddy’s face instantly falls. He glares. “Chucky isn’t here.”

“Tiff is, though.”

At this point Freddy totally withdraws from Carrie, rounding the table to lean over you. Meanwhile Jen turns to Tiffany, mouthing ‘What did I tell her about eye-fucking?’- You don’t see that, though. You’re too busy putting Freddy in his place- an endeavour that you are, admittedly, quite good at. “Well if you tell her, I’ll just have to tell everyone all your dirty little secrets, wont I?”

Cockily, you shrug with a smug, airy smirk. “And what are these terrible secrets? I’m an open book.” Well, as far as the rest of the house thinks- you are. Stu and Jason took one look at you with Freddy and thought they knew everything about you. That you’re a whore- you’re easy- which is the whole reason you’re in this stupid, hard ‘detox’ mess to begin with.

He only seems to get happier, dropping his arm down on the table beside you and leaning in- over dramatic as usual. “Are you sure about that??... ”

Okay he’s got you thinking. “… Yeah?... I mean… I- I was with you, so… surely most of my kinks are self-explanatory… “Surely. SURELY!! And yet your mind is racing, trying to think of anything embarrassing he knows that you wouldn’t want anyone else to find ou-

“Okay then.” Theirs a terrible smirk on Freddy’s face as he gets up again, leaning both hands on the table and looking way-too-pleased at each of the other women- and suddenly you remember.

No. No!-

Purely to torture you he takes a deep breath before saying a damn thing, and that’s enough time for you to jump up, grab his sleeve and drag him out of the kitchen- all to the sound of horrible, smoky laughter. He’s still laughing when you shut the door in his face.

Then you take a deep breath and compose yourself, leaning against the door. You can’t let him get to you like that, you know it. It’s just so terribly easy to lose yourself in the person you are with him… because, admittedly, you really like that person… they can stand up for themselves and that has never come so easily to you before.

But, you sigh, taking your seat again at the kitchen table with the others who began talking among themselves again as soon as you yanked Freddy out of the room. You’re just going to have to find another way to be like that- because that particular rout is out of the question, forever and always.

No argument.

~

Freddy’s POV now:

As soon as the door clicks shut behind her I start to glare. I could so close… I could smell gas in her hair… Growling from the back of my throat, I turn away from the kitchen and head to the living room. Out the window I can see Coverall’s Redux layin’ under a car, getting even more gas on his hands to clean off in Y/N’s hair… For just a second, I think about how pretty his brains would look splattered all over the car port, my hands on the wheel and my boot on the gas pedal… I catch sight of the cabbage patch kid giving me a weird look, and raise my eyebrow at him. “What?”

“That’s crazy face you got there. Not that you’re not always funny-looking, don’t get me wrong. But what’s on your mind?”

“… How hard I’d have to kick for you to fit in the garbage disposal. The sound… would you make more a crunch sound or a clatter?... Mm, let’s give it a try~ ”

“Hey hey hey!... “Chucky raises his hands by his head, giving me some of the fakest wide-eyes I’ve ever seen on that fucked up, mangled, twisted doll-face. “Watch your fucken self.”

I just roll my eyes and sit down on the couch, back to the window. “Gimmie the remote, jackass.” Whatever, I think, as I snatch the remote right out of his tiny child-hands. I shouldn’t bother with the pathetic b-level slasher outside, anyway. I have bigger fish to fry… Elm street kids~ Mm, my favourite.

… He can do whatever the hell he likes with her fucken hair.

~

Your POV Again:

After the day’s insanity (It is never boring here. … Never. Not for an hour. … God, you wish it could be boring for a day or even just an hour around here!!) you’re plopped on the couch with your legs in Bo’s lap and an old atlas in your lap; Just flipping through, trying to ignore the sound of Michael’s TV blaring in front of you all. He always has the volume up as high as it can go, and right now he’s watching Formula 1!- its loud, to say the least.

You’re just exploring the streets of Cuba when Bo taps your shin with the tips of his fingers, catching your attention. Flashing him a small smile, you tilt your head to the side; Silently asking him what’s up?

“I think we gotta talk.” His voice cuts through Michael’s Formula 1, thankfully, but you’re a little nervous by his tone,.. You think back to Oliver, a guy that dated last year, and how he sounded exactly the same way- just before he told you that he loved you.

Eugh. You wince, and almost shiver, thinking about it.

“Okay… What about?”

“I wanna take ya home, little girl.”

“You- “Suddenly Michael switches the TV promptly off, and turns to you and Bo; Nothing-at-all subtle about it. Your mouth falls open, about to ask him what exactly he’s looking at, like excuse me sir- But Bo is not done with you. This is, apparently, a very important talk for him. You close your mouth, give Michael a look (To which he does nothing, just pulls the lever that makes his armchair suddenly pop out and recline), and turn slowly back to Bo. “Sorry, uh, you mean- you mean Ambrose??”

The immediately gives you a bad feeling. Like, the cringe. Like, you’ve been dating for months now but it’s still way too soon for this. You are not the kind of girl that goes ‘home’. You are not a promise ring, meet-the-family, always and forever kind of girl. At least not now! Slow down-

“Yeah, that’s what I mean.” You glance to Michael, but he’s not even a lick of help, so you look back to Bo. “I wanna show you where I grew up.” Now you look around the rest of the room, but for once there is absolutely no one else around. For gods sake, of all times to get some privacy around here- You look back to Bo again; Looking attentive when really your mind is looking for the fastest ride a million miles from here. He doesn’t seem to have picked up on your squirrelly, ‘deer in headlights’ reaction, because he has that hot, country boy smirk on his face that almost make you weak. Almost makes your knees buckle. Almost makes you feel something. Almost. “Willya let me?” Well- … You almost would!

The atmosphere is so thick with tension that Michael suddenly slipping a straw under his mask and making a SLEURPsound at the volume of a jet engine absolutely make you jump. “… Um- “Michael stop sipping that coke, or so help me- “Well- “God, this never would have happened if you were still with-

“Yeah?... “

“… Okay Bo, here’s the thing, um, I don’t think this going to work… “

~

The next morning, Bo and his brothers are gone. Their stuff, their dog, their truck- everything. You’re asking about at the kitchen bench during breakfast, but you just give a helpless shrug over a steamy cup of coffee filled with sugar. You don’t really want to talk about it…

Quickly, you find Michael at the kitchen table. He’s perked up like a dog, looking at you, and you quickly squint at him. Like no. Tell them nothing. Michael, I swear-

Slowly, he tilts his head to the side at you; Pushing your buttons.

You turn your head too, giving him a threatening look. Like don’t you dare…

Tiffany, Jennifer, Stu, Billy, Freddy, Jason, Chucky and Carrie are all clumped together in the little kitchen as well and they watch this little, ongoing silent argument to the death; Some with amused chuckles, some looking baffled, some with their faces full of eggs.  

When Tiffany finally sighs, and asks again about Bo and the others- Michael bolts for the fridge and the notepad on there. You flash across the kitchen after him, still begging him not to, but he writes on the notepad as if you’re not even there. You don’t bother him. You’re just a fly to Michael Myers.

Goddamn him.

When he’s done, having written ‘Y/N broke up with him’ on it as explanation, he puts the notepad and the pencil that goes with it back on the fridge and vacates the room.

Va- Leaves the room!! He doesn’t even care to see the disaster he’s created! Your mouth falls open, seriously considering chasing after the gremlin (Should never have fed him after midnight), but before you can even take a step- Freddy reaches you and grabs your arm and stops you from leaving. Hey, hey, hey-

“What?? What happened???” Tiffany asks immediately, a note of concern in her voice.

“What!?” Jennifer snaps, as you unlock Freddy’s fingers from your arm and throw his hand away. “Why the hell would you do that!? Oh I swear to god Y/N, if it was because of Krueger, I’ll- ” As soon as this comes out of Jennifer’s mouth, Jason looks towards the door- and- no. You’ve finally gotten him to start looking at you again! Quickly, you shut that down.

“No, it wasn’t.”  … no… it wasn’t…

“So what you’re saying is you’re on the market again?~” Stu (Who has had it in his head since the climactic point of last years Christmas party that you're easy- ) asks, sticking out his tongue. Your mouth falls open once again, ready to tell him that no, you’re not on the market; you’re not fresh fish- but there are others who have things to say. Of course.

About your love life. Of course.

After all, why wouldn’t they? (ㆆ_ㆆ)

Billy sighs, setting down his own cup of coffee. He’s just trying to wake up, here. “Were you mean to this one, too?”

“Too???” You ask, baffled. “If you are talking about Oliver, that was not my fault! I didn’t know he was a cry baby- “Hopelessly, you search for an excuse for that phone call everyone heard. “it- it wasn’t on his profile- “

“She was mean.” Chucky pipes up, unhelpfully. He’s not really paying attention either, but he’s not one to let up a chance to pick on someone. “Oh don’t worry, doll, some of us are into that.” I’m about to be really mean, to you, Chucky-

“What happened?” Carrie finally speaks up, tilting her head. “Are you okay?”

Immediately your tone gets warm, responding to Carrie. “I’m fine- “

“The mean one’s always fine.” Freddy purrs, and you whirl on him with the mommy finger. Hush, you. When he backs up and shrugs, smirking, you promptly turn back to Carrie. Yeah yeah yeah, smirk all you like mr, just don’t speak.

“I’m fine, but ah… I just… had to let him go. He… wanted to take me home to Ambrose. And- I wasn’t ready for that.” You shrug.

You almost forgot anyone else was in the room except you and Carrie (And Freddy), so when Tiffany groans loudly and Chucky cackles, you give a little jump. Oh- right- Oh no-

“ -after 6 months!?”

“Fucks sake.”

“You’re never gonna find anyone.”

“Hopeless.”

~

Time Skip

The Christmas party this year a week later is at least less eventful than last year, you think, sitting with Carrie and Jerry at the non-drinkers table. Drayton was here, too, but he ran away to yell at someone… you’re not quite sure where he is now but you can hear him very faintly through the walls… You sort of wonder if Jason didn’t shove him in a cabinet somewhere.

Don’t get it twisted- it has still been eventful; Pennywise put whipped cream on absolutely everything including Chucky, Bubba tried to use the TV and accidentally set it to the porn channel (Jason turned it off and chucked the TV out the second story window after that. Michael was very upset), the twins crowned Freddy the Ugly Christmas Sweater King (Actually crowned him. You didn’t want to ask what the crown was made of, but it growled), and Hannibal and Pam had a very intense argument about how to properly prepare broccoli with cheese… but all-in-all, considering there haven’t been any casualties… just an old man lost in the walls… you’d say this has been a pretty mellow Christmas.

“Oookay,” You set down your red cup of lemonade, finally, and turn to Carrie. “I’m gonna go to bed, before Chucky and Tiffany start to make out on the dinner table.”

Carrie looks alarmed. “They did do that last year, didn’t they???”

“Wanna come?”

“Yes please.”

You giggle, getting up. “Let’s go. G’night, Jerr- “

Suddenly Chop Top goes flying by, chased by what was a crown (Now, possibly a racoon?) with a familiar fedora in its teeth, and Freddy chasing after it.

"... yes, definitely time to call it a night." You quickly turn, climbing out of your plastic chair.

"Yes."

Jerry gets up too, escaping his own chair with unjust grace. "Yes- "

~

After Jerry bid you both goodnight and you left Carrie at her room, you head towards your own around the corner. As soon as you turn that corner, though, you consider whipping right back around and getting into bed with Carrie.

Because- just- looking at Freddy leant on your door with his hat (Which has some chunks bitten out of it, now. And probably racoon rabies) tipped over his eyes like some Ohio cowboy, you just... want to run away. Or kick him. Why-

... Jerry walked right by here, to get to his room, you realise as you stand at the end of the hall... and silently curse him. That bastard-

"You just going to stand there all day princess or face me?"

"... " You open your mouth to reply, something snarky about sleeping in Jason's room tonight, or on the couch, or Drayton's van, but you're too tired- or you cant be bothered,.. or maybe because he called you princess, but-

Whichever one it was, you instead just sigh and approach- shooing him off your door and opening it. "I don't know what you're talking about." You shrug, chucking your Santa hat at your dresser. He follows you in and closes the door, but its so second nature even a year later that you don't really think much of it. "I'm in my room! All good... " And you maybe like it when he's there with you; Maybe you get a little buzzed. But we'll go with the second nature, thing. Less drama.

"Hmmm... you know what I'm talkin about... " You're just taking a drink out of your water bottle, any reason to not focus on Freddy, he comes up behind you. Miraculously he manages to not touch you (Something he has seemed to have a real issue with, you've noticed.) but he's that creepy 'too close' that is his signature. As soon as he speaks next, you almost choke realising he's that close to you again and jump, turning his way and stepping backwards. "You feel like tellin' Old Freddy the truth about what happened with your little boyfriend?~ Cuz some things are not adding up and I think I'm gonna like the answers, huh?"

"I told you, I - It wasn't- I just didn't like him enough, is that a crime?? Mind your own beeswax."

He makes a loud 'Err' sound. "Wrong answer. Try again." Your jaw drops open.

"... To which part!??"

"Okay. Let me give this a try for you, hm? Daddy'll figure this out for you, so don't worry your pretty little head, hm?" Freddy starts to prowl towards you again, and you try to back up!- but of course your back connects with a wall and you're stuck there like a trapped animal. Wha- you look around for an escape- hold on- your wide eyes land on him again. There's such a serious look on his face- Why- "Mommy's boy tries to get closer to you, asks you to go home with him, tries to make an honest bitch out of you, yeah?... You realise hold on- hold on-... I'm not havin' as good a time as I had before,.. Time to cut and run." Your heart is beating out of your chest, now looking up at him as he leans over you.

... Defiant, you open your mouth again to stop him- but he is not done. He holds a finger-knife up in front of your face and his voice gets impossibly rougher and you immediately close your mouth again. " -And then there's that dream you had about me last week... " That same blade falls forward now, towards you. A grin slips across his face. "That's the part I'm stuck on, sweetheart. Gonna need a little help, there."

Oh- "Nothing happened in that dream, Freddy!- "

"Defensive... It must have been good, huh?~ Too bad it wasn't one of mine- "

"Fine!" God- your cheeks are hot, your forehead is hot, your neck is hot, your ears are hot, you cant take anymore! He smirks and stays quiet while you talk. He's quiet... but the look on his face is obnoxiously loud. "Fine, you've got it. You know exactly what happened with Bo. He wasn't you. He wanted more of me then then I could ever give him, more then I ever wanted to give anyone, all that you never asked me for. And- he didn't do that tongue thing. There! That's everything, what- what- what now?- what do you- "

When Freddy's mouth crashes down onto yours the tension from a year is broken, and you're too worked up to talk sense into yourself. And you don't want to. You bunch your fists in his sweater and he fists your t-shirt to hold you against him (So you cant get away), and you crane your neck and feel the brim of his hat against your forehead again, and the tongue thing, and-

He takes it away again. Goddamnit, you want to curse at this man- "You're mine again now, understand? And don't tell a soul, this time... "

"... -Hey, oy!" Jabbing him in the chest, you give him a frown. "I am not the one who blew it the last time."

"... uh, no- "

"You wanted to kiss me so bad, you couldn't wait til later." A little grin slips across your face.

Freddy's avoiding eye contact, now. "That's not how I remember it... "

"That old mistletoe trick!- "

"Nope, I don't remember that at all." He grins back, and you roll your eyes at him.

"Lies."

"No lie, sugar."

You're almost forget the real problem here, but the realisation dawns on you. He wants to keep it a secret again??... Eyes downcast, you worry your bottom lip as you think... But- "... But- uh- isn't that kind of anti-productive??"

"Mmm... But the alternative is... well~ " Eyes flicking back upwards you catch the absolute dirtiest grin on his mouth and you groan; face hot again. No, don't- "Not that tongue thing, thats for sure~~ "

"Wh- No- "Weakly, you let go of him. Damnit it has a point, though- "Ughhhhhhh, that's it, out! Out, get away from me- " You try to slip around him and open the door so he can leave you to be mortified alone- but he catches your wrist and pulls you back.

You stumble immediately, and recover your dignity without missing a beat- by pressing your lips to his before he can say a word.

[gimmiesomehoneynsugar]

It Lead to this

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Info Rocket/Gn Reader Refrence to smut, word count 1180

(Hi! I made a promise to make gender neutral versions of my stories and here you chapter 1 of my first chapter length fic Enjoy!)

You wake up with blurry eyes, stiff muscles and a warm fuzzy ball beside you oh wait, that's Rocket, you stayed over after the celebration last night over the high evolutionary being defeated and freeing all the victims. This happens between you too much, hence you’ve got a couple of spare clothes now at his place as well as your toothbrush.

Your arms are still wrapped around his bare furry back so warm beside your skin, speaking of skin you didn’t put a shirt on after the spicy event of Rocket dragging you away from the party and having your little celebration. Have you ever seen him so peaceful other than now with his tormentors no longer able to harm him, never even in his sleep he seemed stressed.

You slowly move your arms away from him covering him back up with the doona, you grab a spare graphic shirt, slowly putting it on as Rocket softly wakes up, but you're too busy trying to find your socks n shoes to notice his eyes sluggishly opening.

He quickly shuts his eyes again just before you reach over to kiss his forehead as a quiet goodbye, you had work today and we’re not in the mood to hear any bullshit from your boss. Grabbing your bag and phone you walk out of his room into the hallway and just as you're about to open the door, Groot says your name as well as Adam yawns next to him, both looking as haggard as you.

“Hey.. good morning sorry if you heard stuff..,” you said sheepishly with your hand inches away from you opening the door.

“I am Groot?”(you don’t usually leave this early?) he questioned you leaning his shoulder on the hallway wall.

“Yeah, what the tree man said,” Adam agreed, not knowing much about you other than your Rocket’s sneaky link.

“Yeah… I’ve got work and I’m not a fan of my boss bitching about me being two hours late. I've already had to do overtime and I’m not in the mood for that,” You claimed, now leaning your back on the door.

“I am Groot,”(Yes but I’ve seen you eat breakfast here saying this is worth more than your Bitchy job and that bitch of a boss, tell me why change?) he asked while slightly smirking.

You’ve been keeping this in for a while and now feels like a better time before you change more.“Uh well.. I’m trying to distance myself from Rocket and I uh.. see this as a silent painless way,” you said while scratching the back of your head looking away.

Both Groot and Adam are in shock, Groot gasping as Adam covers his mouth with his jaw dropped.

“I am Groot!”(But why, you both seemed to be getting closer these past couple of months, I thought it’d be any day now you’d be dating, why!?) he asked with a shocked sense of curiosity all while Adam crouched down in absolute shock now his hands holding his head.

“Well I do like Rocket, sure but he’s clearly said before that he's not interested in a more serious relationship, and is busy with the management of all the animals,” you said now avoiding eye contact with Groot rubbing your shoulder.

*— — — *

Your mind retraces back to last night's enormous party. Confetti, drinks, music and what I could tell more than a hundred neighbours and friends celebrating, you’ve had this question on your mind for a while, it has been a couple of months since you both became infatuated with each other.

At least twice a week Rocket and you would sneak away going on little dates, shopping, restaurants and bars. Or just hours together enjoying each other's affection like teenagers. It felt like you were dating but he never expressed if you guys were a couple or not even after drowning you in his gifts, verbal and physical affection. It honestly just confused you even more.

You’d have had enough of his vagueness and needed to put a label on this relationship if not you would've gone mad, just before Rocket walks into the bar with the rest of his family, you quickly tap his shoulder coaxing him into the ally way before anyone notices you both vanished.

“You okay doll?” he questioned you with an energised grin on his face.

“Rocket, I’ll just say this… what are we?” you asked bluntly not wanting to beat around the bush anymore, crouching down to his height with such dread not wanting to ruin the one good thing in your life.

“What, what do you mean?” his smile dropped and now he was just confused at your out-of-nowhere question, it honestly made him more nervous than it should.

“This Rocket, us what are we, are we dating or just fuck buddies, I’d just like to put a label on this before we go further,” you said as your body felt like it was sinking in your anxiety.

“What we are just fuck buddies, we never went far with affection,” he proclaimed looking away, your heart sank hearing such words.

“Really?! you don’t see what I see?, the constant verbal affection, the dates the gifts the overwhelming love you shower me with, I don’t mind staying as we are now but I feel like it’s becoming more than just ‘fuck buddies’, I don't want to get attached Rocket.” You spoke, tears swell in your eyes, you felt like you were drowning in hopelessness and anxiety of losing the one good thing keeping you sane.

He’s a bit shocked by your reply, as he is about to give a comeback to deny any of this. Still, he remembers doing all those things, he remembers the gifts he saw in the plaza thinking they would look great on you, he remembers calling you in the middle of the night just because he saw a star that reminded him of you. Something more was going on with his actions but he didn’t know how to put it in words to you, all he knew was that when you were next to him, he still missed you. But with new emotions and newer actions became more panic for him.

“Look doll, I also like what we have going on but, I’m just busy right now and I can’t afford to have a more serious relationship. For tomorrow on I have to deal with over 100 animals and figure out where they go on this freakin skull,” He said sheepishly trying to talk in a calm tone but inside he is freaking out just blurting the most apparent stuff trying to deflect himself.

Although it wasn't what you wanted to hear at all, you are at least glad that your anxiety can be quelled over time by distancing yourself.

“Are you satisfied now, is this what you wanted from me?” he quelled getting a bit antsy.

“Yes, Rocket… thank you,” you said so bittersweetly, pushing down the feelings that bloomed like stepping on a flower.

Chapter 2 will be posted soon! If you can’t wait go check out my Ao3 same name and icon!

[theaggresivepacifist]

Twenty Questions

Thank you @cupofteaandstars for the tag!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 16, plus a Spanish translation a friend did of one of my works.

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 73,165, for now.

What fandoms do you write for? Exclusively Stranger/Secret Forest and related crossovers, although there was that one Andor one that I just had to put out there to cope with the intensity of my feelings about the cliffhanger season ending.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

It's a close race among some of these, but:

gamsa

chilyo

chib

heonsin

haengbok (with maengse only one behind at the moment)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do, always! I'm honestly always so astounded and delighted to think of someone reading my work while I'm just out here having a normal Monday or Tuesday, and want to express that delight.

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oh boy, just you wait.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Since all things Si-mok and Yeo-jin related (or Stranger-in-general-related) are usually bittersweet, probably inyeon, a relatively recent one. However, the one that leaves me with the warmest feeling at the end is actually pyeongsaeng.

Do you get hate on fics?

Fortunately not! I've gotten a few weird comments once or twice but nothing mean-spirited.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do not, and the few times I've been tempted I have realized swiftly that I'm not cut out for it.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Only within the Stranger/SF multiverse so far - in other words, AUs for Stranger/SF that are based on Bae Doona and CSW's other works, which I think of as other lives of Si-mok and Yeo-jin.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Ditto Cup, not that I know of. I would go absolutely off-the-charts feral in order to get the copycat fic taken down.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have! My IRL best friend of many years graciously wrote me a Spanish translation of chib.

What's your all-time favorite ship?

Eh, I'm not really a shipper...? HOWEVER, @ohyangchon has given me massive Changjae feelings and I love their relationship so much.

What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Scenes just sort of seem to come to me, and once they're there I don't stop until they eventually coalesce into a complete story, no matter how long that takes to find its shape. I do have an extensively Yeo-jin and Si-mok inspired novel (low-key sci-fi? space opera?) that has been nagging at me for years, but I don't think that one will ever amount to anything.

What are your writing strengths?

I'd like to think I inhabit the voices of the characters well.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Pacing, probably?

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Similar to Cup's thoughts, this is difficult because I feel like sometimes names, titles, and terms of address in particular just don't have the same nuance and feeling translated from Korean into English-- especially the terms of address that Si-mok and Yeo-jin and others use for each other. Therefore, sometimes I do transliterate. Also, as I become a little bit more comfortable IRL speaking Korean, where practical I sometimes find myself wanting to mimic the Korean clause order/speech patterns of sentences even while writing in English.

First fandom you wrote for?

I think it must have been a gift fic in the Redwall fandom (never made it to AO3, but a cozy and comforting thing to work on)

Favorite fic you've written?

I love all my children equally!!! But I do think I did some really great character work in bohoja, one of my works on a more underrated duo (Si-mok and Mr. Kang). I usually am pretty self-critical, but there are a few lines in there that I always read and think "damn, who wrote that???" XD

Who hasn't been spoken for? Tagging @gottagobuycheese, @inkingtwice, and @michyeosseo as well as anyone else who's interested!

[apcomplexhq]

✦ Nome do personagem: Kang Doona. ✦ Faceclaim e função: Yeji - Itzy. ✦ Data de nascimento: 26/05/2000. ✦ Idade: 24 anos. ✦ Gênero e pronomes: Feminino, ela/dela. ✦ Nacionalidade e etnia: Vietnã, sul-coreana. ✦ Qualidades: Alegre, carismática e persistente. ✦ Defeitos: Sentimental, teimosa e distraída. ✦ Moradia: Mount Olympus. ✦ Ocupação: Pós-graduanda em Pedagogia social com especialização em TEA. ✦ Twitter: @DK00MO ✦ Preferência de plot: CRACK, FLUFFY, ROMANCE, SMUT. ✦ Char como condômino: É uma vizinha animada, que pode ser um pouco tímida algumas vezes, mas adora jogar uma conversa fora quando se aproxima. Criatura facilmente avistada na Biblioteca.

Biografia:

Adotada por uma família coreano-vietnamita quando ainda era criança, Doona, cresceu em um lar amoroso e multicultural. Seus pais adotivos, os Kang, sempre foram abertos sobre sua adoção, mas pouco sabiam sobre sua origem além dos documentos básicos fornecidos pelo orfanato. Desde pequena, Doona sentia um vínculo especial com suas raízes desconhecidas, uma curiosidade que crescia à medida que amadurecia, ainda que fosse grata por todo o amor e cuidados daqueles que lhe acolheram.

Crescera junto da cultura coreana e vietnamita, vagando entre ambas, além de toda influência internacional que aquele país conhecia. Estudou nas melhores escolas, uma destas se tratando de um internato internacional e sofisticado a qual permanecera até o início de sua adolescência. Doona sempre teve seu lado artístico mais aflorado, e apesar de se render a todo tipo de atividade extracurricular que enchesse seu coração, fora extremamente influenciada por sua mãe, Quynh, a entrar na área da educação.

Tendo um exemplo tão brilhante dentro de casa, Doona se inspirou na antiga profissão da mãe, que era professora em seus dias de plena juventude. Queria ser tão boa quanto ela e se dedicaria, mas também pensava em fazer alguma diferença e por isso optou por seguir na área que abordava a educação junto às crianças dentro espectro. Interesse este que se iniciou ainda dentro da universidade, enquanto conhecia mais do mundo acadêmico. Após um projeto que visava práticas e oficinas de educação criativa para portadores de TEA, a jovem seu viu ainda mais envolvida no assunto, se identificando com os métodos e com as dificuldades. E, depois que decidiu por onde queria ir, não parou mais.

Aos 24 anos e decidida a mudar um pouco o rumo da sua vida, Doona escolheu mudar-se para a Coreia do Sul para cursar sua pós-graduação. Era um passo ousado, mas ela ansiava por se reconectar com algo que não conhecia, além de ter conseguido uma vaga em uma das melhores instituições da Ásia, a SNU, ou Universidade da Coreia do Sul. Ao chegar em Seul, ficou maravilhada com a cidade vibrante, mas também se sentiu um pouco perdida, a sua sorte era que bem ali, mais especificamente em Gangnam-gu, morava uma antiga amiga de sua família a qual concordara de bom grado em lhe acolher em sua moradia.

“Espaço é o que não me falta!”, disse Kim-ly na primeira vez em que Doona contou-lhe de seus planos. Era não só a filha mais velha dos amigos íntimos dos Kang, mas alguém que havia conhecido seus pais mesmo antes de seu nascimento. E aquela era o quão próximas as famílias eram. Se sentia profundamente agradecida, viver em uma mansão dentro de um condomínio de luxo não era para qualquer um, e, ainda que não estivesse tão longe de sua realidade, não desejava preocupar e muito menos só viver às custas da velha conhecida. Possuía seu próprio dinheiro, proveniente de seu trabalho anterior em Manila, porém, sua conta bancária também não era lá tão humilde, uma vez que seus pais nunca lhe deixaram faltar nada.

Seu verdadeiro desafio naquele país não se resumia apenas à sua formação, mas também significava estar mais perto de seu passado ignoto, o qual não poderia simplesmente ignorar. Se dissesse para si mesma que estava ali somente para estudar, estaria mentindo. Doona havia juntado suas malas e chegado em Acropolis com o desejo de descobrir mais sobre sua história, sobre fatos enterrados que ainda não conhecia. Deixar tudo como estava era a opção mais segura, mas não poderia ser protegida para sempre, queria andar com seus próprios pés.

[spanktony]

request rules!

request status: closed!

masterlist.

who do write for?

overwatch: d.va, ashe, and widowmaker.

resident evil: jill valentine, claire redfield, and ada wong.

euphoria: maddy perez & cassie howard.

the walking dead: maggie greene, rosita espinosa, and magna.

le sserafim: kim chaewon, huh yunjin, and kazuha.

extra: olivia rodrigo, madison beer, jenna ortega, doona (from doona! on netflix), valkyrae, pokimane, and karina (aespa).

genres: fluff, angst, smut. (please be specific when you’re requesting!)

reader types: g!p reader (never characters), gn!reader, fem, or male. (if requested)

what i don’t write: bottom!reader (when reader is afab), incest, age play, self-harm, and certain kinks.

please be patient with me if i do not fulfill your request. dont take offense! 🩷

[doonarose]

GOAD Writer's Guild presents: A Bathhouse Pretense

CW/TW: Explicit, sex in public, orgy scenes and descriptions of other men having sex, the exhibitionism/voyeurism that goes with that , wet and messy comeplay things, edging, cockwarming.

Summary: Written for the @goodomensafterdark Valentine's Gift Exchange (yes, it's May, I'm so sorry!! Chapter 1 was posted back then but it has been a journey to finish this one up!) For Zaay-zaay who requested top Crowley in a bathhouse with kissing and maybe cockwarming. To wit:

Aziraphale seeks Crowley out in 38 BC Rome, and finds him in a bathhouse which just so happens to be hosting an orgy. Aziraphale is there to discuss upcoming celestial business, Crowley is there for a good time, but when Hastur happens to drop by, it gives them an (admittedly flimsy) excuse to get close, and then closer still.

First time sex in the back corner bath, canon compliant, much edging, feelings and filth.

Word count: 18k, complete!

Thanks: Good lord! Everyone!! Thanks to Fuzzygoblinoid for the beautiful header art!

Thanks enormously to my three betas on the second chapter: Likeafuckingninja, Gingercat and Natyu0815. Ninja who held my hand for weeks after falling off the writing horse and trying to clamber back on, Natyu for the cheerleading, and Ginger for the very last minute swoop in with some cracker ideas! Thanks also to Fishey_me and FuzzyGoblin for their insanely quick beta on the first chapter!

Thanks also to all the people in the GOAD Writer's Guild chat who have listened to my whining about trying to write part two for literal months! And thanks again to Zaay-zaay for a fantastic prompt that took me a little outside my comfort zone and then being insanely chill about overly long porn and a very long delay!

Excerpt: In the end, he recognises Crowley by his laugh: low and gravelly, but genuine. His hair’s much darker when it’s wet. He’s close to the back edge of the second bath, the hotter one, Aziraphale guesses, judging by the slick of steam shimmering over the liquid. He’s slid down on a low submerged bench so that the water’s lapping at his shoulders.

It suddenly occurs to Aziraphale that he could have found Crowley here in flagrante delicto – plenty of others are. The thought crosses his mind like it’s been scratching to get out of a sealed box, and he only has a moment to unpack it, turn it over, and then push it back somewhere locked away.

Thankfully, Crowley’s being entertained more simply, by a man lying flat on his belly across the floor behind him, a towel covering his buttocks, as he leans close to Crowley’s ear and speaks in hushed whispers. He’s got his fingertips buried in Crowley’s dark hair, half of it amassed in a bun and the rest hanging loose to his shoulders, as he massages Crowley’s scalp. The interloper has white blonde hair drawn back in long curls tied off at the nape of his neck, he looks middle-aged, stocky, the slopes of his back and arse broad and supple.

The blonde says something else that makes Crowley tip his head back and laugh, and the man tightens his fingers in Crowley’s hair, tipping his face back further so he can lean forward and over him, bite at the angle of his jaw from above and then draw back to dangle a bunch of green grapes over his lips.

Crowley plucks one with his teeth and slides back into the water, so that it laps at his chin as he chews. He sees Aziraphale suddenly, surprise making his bright yellow eyes go wide and then his lips smile around the last of the grape juice and he arches an eyebrow.

“Aziraphale!” he says, voice warm and drawled as though the baths and whatever else he’s been up to here have him relaxed, perhaps even sated.

To continue reading head on over to AO3!

[curi0us-gh0st]

★ drama .ᐟ ㌐ ☽︎

angst, smut, fluffy, headcanons, clips, etc.

1. Korean

2. Thai

3. Chinese

4. Gl (yt series)

(K) DRAMA

the glory

ha do-yeong & jeon jae-jun; good & evil (hd)

ha do-yeong & jeon jae-jun; (im)perfect relationship (hd)

ha do-yeong & jeon jae-jun; (im)perfect relationship part 2 (hd/s)

ha do-yeong & jeon jae-jun; jealousy (c)

ha do-yeong & jeon jae-jun; unexpected love (f/s)

park yeonjin, lee sara & choi hyejeong; shameless (s)

tomorrow

park joonggil; angel (f)

park joonggil; delicate (s/f)

mask girl

kim momi; imagine (s)

momi as his girlfriend feat. kim chunae (hd)

work later drink now

nothing here

the penthouse

shim suryeon & min seol ah; mama's girl (a)

my name

choi mujin & do gangjae; love in the office (hd)

twenty five twenty one

nothing here

all of us are dead

nothing here

squid game

nothing here

business proposal

nothing here

alchemy of souls

nothing here

extraordinary attorney woo

nothing here

crash course in romance

nothing here

my holo love

nothing here

the king's affection

nothing here

hi bye, mama

nothing here

destined with you

nothing here

my liberation notes

nothing here

mad for each other

nothing here

it's okay to not be okay

nothing here

birthcare center

nothing here

celebrity

nothing here

strong girl nam-soon | bong soon

nothing here

behind your touch

nothing here

doona!

lee doona; you & me (hd)

ballerina

jang okjoo; bad (hd)

the call

nothing here

the handmaiden

nothing here

hello dracula

nothing here

nevertheless

yoon sol & seo jiwan; love mine all mine (a/f)

(T) DRAMA

show me love the series

nothing here

gap the series

nothing here

be mine the series

nothing here

(C) DRAMA

couple of mirrors

nothing here

legend of yunze

nothing here

legend of yunqian

nothing here

GL (yt series)

1 in 10,000

nothing here

she make my heart flutter

nothing here

girlfriend project day 1

nothing here

[eveningepiphany]

hotel room | H.S

summary: harry & Y/N are friends but it’s a love hate relationship with so much tension you can hardly breathe. this tension isn’t any better when they get stuck in a hotel room together for the night. and it only has one bed.

warnings: SMUT! hand job (f+m receiving), PIV unprotected, sloppy morning sex, teasing, swearing, praise, friends to lovers.

A/N:I have opened my requests! and I’d love to write some from you guys, so send them in here <3

———

“So there’s only… definitely only one room for us?” I say slowly, and the lady behind the counter nods.

“Y/N,” Harry says, “we’ve shared a room before—“

“I’m so sorry the inconvenience— Since the multitude of delayed flights from the storm we’ve had an unexpected influx of last-minute bookings…” her hands are zipping along the keyboard as she is clearly under the pump.

“You’ve been booked under a single room.” She glances up, face turned up apologetically, confirming.

I nod, knowing there’s so many other people needing somewhere to stay right now, there’s no point being picky.

It’s just one night.

Because Harry and I live in the same part of the UK, we usually catch the same planes to and from when we get short breaks from touring with the band.

So of course we flew out for our Australian leg of the tour several hours ago and got stuck at our layover destination, Abu Dhabi.

The storm rolled in quick, putting hour— even day long— delays on flights. So now people are scrambling to book hotels for the next few nights.

Luckily our management got on it as soon as we’d called them about the delay of out flight, but I suppose they only could get us the one room for two.

We get our room key and head up the elevator to the 7th floor.

When we walk into the room there is a single queen bed in the centre of it, and I glance at Harry out the corner of my eye. We are always close to one another being in the band, but never “share a bed” close.

“Don’t stress.” He says.

“I’m not stressed.” I quip.

“Yes you are, don’t try and bullshit me.”

“Harry, we’re adults it’s fine.”

“Hardly adults.” He chuckles.

I scoff at his constant digs, there is a fineline of how much Harry I can tolerate in a day and we are really pushing it.

“Well if you think that then I implore you to take the couch.” I know just by looking at the couch he’d hardly fit on it, and I’m not that much of an asshole to let that happen.

“Oooh, you’re just trying t’get the bed all to yourself? Bloody bed hog.”

I open my bag up, pulling out fresh clothes and my toiletries, “Was just providing you the options. I’m going to shower.”

“Too bad if I wanted one first.” He sighs dramatically, with a little smirk that usually indicates he’s teasing.

“Too bad indeed.” I smile sarcastically at him as I shut the door.

It’s so nice to wash away the gross feeling that sticks to your skin after long flights like we just had.

When I come out of the bathroom he’s laying in the bed, crisp white doona pulled back.

“Dude you’re getting airport germs in the bed.”

He glances up from his phone, eyeing me for a split second— I’m just in sleep shorts and a plain tshirt.

“It’s fine, I’ll just have this side.” He replies, a smile breaking out over his face.

He leaves me no room to respond as he stands up, “im gonna have a shower as well, and then we can order room service, how’s that sound?”

I nod, “I’ll get the menu and have a read through.”

It’s weird how we one minute can’t stop sarcastically niggling and the next we’re back to being normal friends.

I browse through their relatively large menu as the shower runs in the background. If I strain, I can hear Harry gently humming.

I’m happy to see my favourite foods on there… and heaps of deserts.

He comes out shortly after while I’m still reading the menu, and he’s clad in only grey sweatpants, adorning damp hair.

I choose to tear my eyes away from his bare chest, “I’ve figured out what I want to get, have a read through.”

I chucked him the menu and he comes to sit down next to me on the bed.

Im surprised we don’t end up in another debate about the sleeping arrangements, but I think we’re both so exhausted from the flight. The 8 hour plane trip settling deep into our bones.

“They have y’favourite.” He says with a smile playing on his lips.

“Yea, I’m so glad. It’s all I’m craving right now.”

“What are you gonna get?” I lean to look over his shoulder at the menu.

“Maybe I’ll try their tacos?”

“I’m gonna order some of the desert stuff too.”

“Y’gonna be so full.” He laughs.

“It’ll be worth it.” I say, as I stand up to go over to the phone on the desk in the corner of the room.

I ring up and order an unnecessary amount of stuff before giving them our room number and hoping back into bed.

It’s so cozy, and if it weren’t for the food I knew was coming, I’d probably curl up and fall asleep straight away.

We lay together, talking about the plan for the next few days until the food gets delivered with a knock on the door.

I get up to open it, taking the trays of food from the kind waiter.

He groans, “God it smells good.”

We both spread the dishes of food on the bed and quickly start eating.

The TV starts playing reruns of friends, the episode where Ross makes the paste with his leather pants, trying to get them up.

We’re both tearing up with laughter, stuffing our faces with our first proper meal since dinner on the plane over 5 hours ago.

“Holy shit.” He says, and we’re are letting out fits of giggles, as Ross says “—and the lotion and the powder have made a paste…”

“I swear— why did he listen to joey.” I scoff, shoving a bite of food into my mouth.

“No, because the way it just keeps getting worse.” He buries his face into his hands with a pained grin.

We watch a few of the episodes that were playing, sharing the last of the chocolate cookies that I’d ordered.

I stood up to move all the trays our food came on over to the small kitchen bench, leaving them for the morning.

“That was so yum.” I sigh out, content and full.

I go into the bathroom to brush my teeth and finish up my night routine, ready to honestly just go to sleep.

I come out with a small smile on my lips, excited to get back into bed where it’s cozy. Slipping back under the crisp white sheets, Harry turns off the TV.

The room is now dark, “fuck… can’t see now— I gotta brush m’teeth as well.”

“Have my phone.” I chuck it in his general direction, and clonk him straight in the side.

“Ouch.” He huffs, grabbing it and turning the flash on.

He pads over to the bathroom while I roll my eyes at how dramatic he is.

He turns the lights on in there, coming back over to give me my phone now that he can see.

I text a few of my immediate family members to let them know we’d settled into our hotel, choosing to leave out the fact we’re sharing a bed.

I mean assuming that’s what the plan is. I highly doubt he wants to sleep on the couch.

Being the only female in a band of boys leads to lots of assumptions throughout my family unit. Especially with Harry.

They mistake our arguments as ‘pent-up sexual frustration’. Which is far from how I like to think of it.

He steps out from the bathroom, and I turn my torch on so he can flick the light off.

He scrapes a hand over his face, looking to me with tired eyes.

The hotel was relatively quiet now, only a few drunken laughs echoing down the hallway as it nears 12am.

He climbs back into the bed, pulling the covers over himself.

I tug my pillow down a bit before turning off my flash.

“Y’tired?” He asks quietly, sounding already kind of groggy.

I hum in agreement, rolling to face him. It’s quiet a few beats.

I can just make out his outline next to me,

I can feel the warmth of his body from where I’m laying. And it feels like I’m being enveloped by it in a strange— yet lovely way.

The thought floats around in my head, images conjuring from the darkness.

I blame this on the 8 hour flight and sleep deprivation.

Usually I can ignore it, but as much as he’s a proper pain in the ass sometimes, I’d have to be visually impaired to say he wasn’t good looking.

And hell he’s laying in the same bed as me without a shirt on.

“Y’staring at me.” He chuckles softly, and I startle a little.

“How can you even see me?” I ask, amused.

“I can’t, can just feel it.”

“As if you can feel it.” I scoff, “I’ll roll over if my eyes being on you makes you too uncomfortable.”

“No, no, wait come back.” He whines as I start to move.

I huff out a laugh, and roll back over to him.

I keep my eyes shut, “better?”

He whispers a yes, and I smile.

I keep that very smile as I drift off, listening to Harry’s slow breathes from beside me, allowing them to lull me to sleep.

———

I can only half remember waking up.

I was warm, heavy, and I felt his body before I saw it.

My eyes had only opened a tiny bit—there was light creeping through the thin curtains, making his unruly hair just visible.

My leg was thrown over his hip, and I was pressed right into his chest. We were fully intertwined, and fuck did it feel nice.

I close my eyes again, I can feel his morning wood. My heart jumps a little in my chest. Maybe I can just roll over— pretend I didn’t feel it, and go back to sleep.

I carefully strain to make the movement, but I instead get pulled closer to him.

He pushes himself against me, a sigh slipping from his nose, and I realise moving may have been a bad idea.

“Fuck…” I hear him mutter against my hair, bucking his hips up again.

“Harry.” I say, voice croaky with sleep. Of course this does nothing.

I have no idea how awake he is, I’m not even fully awake yet. But Jesus, this feels better than it should.

I feel like a horrific person for enjoying the way his clothed-length is pressed into me. But by god I am not strong enough to remove myself from this situation.

“Harry, wake up.” I groaned, squirming a little in his grasp.

He seems to come to it, just enough to realise whatever the fuck is happening in a couple seconds.

“Y/N…? Fuck. what is—“ I feel his body tense underneath me as it hits him, and he probably feels his boner pressed between my legs.

His hand flys up to my thigh that’s resting on his hip, “Holy shit—“

“It’s fine, H.” I whisper, and I’m not really sure why I say that, or what I’m implying by doing so.

Or what it means paired with the fact I haven’t protested to his dick practically grinding against my cunt.

“What do you mean?” He asks, groggily.

“Not sure.” I confess, whimpering a little as he still is hard underneath me. I push into him a bit out of unspoken desire and I hear him swallow.

He doesn’t say anything as he slides his hand up my leg, cupping it on my ass.

I glance up to see his face, his eyes still half-lidded, and his cheeks have a gentle flush to them.

I feel myself getting wetter as he keeps rubbing himself along my thin sleep shorts.

He moans a bit, and I slip my hand between us to palm his cock through his sweatpants.

“This ok? Want me to help you out a bit?”

“God— yes please…” he groans.

I push it underneath his waistband, tugging him out.

He’s heavy and hot in my hand. Glancing down, its bigger than I expected. The tip is flush and red, glistening with the damp beads of precum. Hardly surprising he’s got such a pretty cock.

“Fuckin’ Christ— look at y’little hand wrapped ‘round me.” He swears.

I slowly squeeze the head of it, and that quickly has him bucking into my palm.

His own hand travels between my sleep shorts, “Mind i return the favour?”

I hum in agreement, but he doesn’t do anything, “Gotta hear you say it, tell me what you want.”

I roll my eyes, of course he’s like this in bed, wants to hear how bad I want him.

“What do you want me to say to you Harry? How bad I want your fingers in my wet cunt right now, or how I want you to fuck my clit with your tongue?”

“Want my tongue do you? Because yes that’s exactly what I’d like to hear.” He says, smirking as he dips his hand under my shorts, running his fingers through me.

“No panties… been next to me all night with your pussy so easily accessible. Such a little slut.”

He collects my arousal, carrying it up to my swollen clit. I moan with the action, trying to keep my hand pumping rhythmically.

This proves to be a challenge, as he’s very clearly skilled with his fingers.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. Hardly even touched you.”

“Been grinding your dick into me for a bit, actually.” I hiss as he slips a finger into me.

“Sorry, Baby. Did my hard cock get you all worked up?” He teases, and I hate the fact that he’s right.

I give a particularly hard squeeze and he grunts, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

He quickens the pace of his fingers, fucking them in and out of me.

“Hard to hate me when I’m making you feel so good, hm?” He kisses my forehead, curling his fingers in me.

I cry out. Fuck— I was going to come.

“Wait, wait, wait— don’t wanna come yet, please…” I clench my thighs around his hand and it stills.

I look up at him, his green eyes burning with desire.

He doesn’t say anything, just leans his head down and places a wet kiss on my lips.

He keeps his fingers pumping slowly in and out of me as we start to kiss.

He brings me close to coming again a few times, just to tease me, but he keeps his focus on my lips— pulling my bottom one between his and sucking on it.

It’s messy and sloppy, edges of it blurred from the morning haze still over us.

“Harry.” I say into his mouth, legs shaking a little.

“Want you in me.” It comes out of me as an unbridled thought.

“Jesus…” he murmurs, stunned by hearing the words fly out of me so openly.

He pulls his lips away, cock twitching in my hand, “you want…”

“You want me to fuck you?”

I nod, grabbing the hem of my shirt and slipping it off.

He’s enamoured by me, it’s clear in his eyes.

He reaches his hand up, out of my sleep shorts and he cups my breast with it gently.

He moves his mouth down to place gentle kissed over them.

“You’re perfect, yknow that?” He says against my skin, tugging me closer to him as I smile at the flattery.

“I’m on birth control too.” I state.

He glances up, and it appears I’ve shocked him yet again, “you wanna take me raw?”

I haven’t gone without I condom in ages… but I trust him.

“We’re both clean, right? I trust you.”

He smiles, “I’m clean. As long as your sure.”

I don’t think I’ve ever been surer of something.

He pulls my sleep shorts off, and I help shuck his sweats the rest of the way down his legs.

We’re warm between the sheets, and he’s peppering open-mouthed kisses along my neck as he lines himself up with me.

He locks eyes with me as he pushes in, and both of us moan at the feeling.

“Fuck— you’re tight.” He squeezes his hands on my hips.

I am blinded with the pleasure of him filling me up, I can’t even think about how bad an idea this could be.

“Feels so good, H.” I groan, scraping my nails along his chest.

“Can feel you clenching around me.” He reaches a hand down to play with my clit.

He’s gonna make me come embarrassingly quick— especially considering he sort of edged me a bit while we were kissing.

He was thrusting into me, a perfect pace to have me squirming in his arms.

I can tell he’s getting close, my name flying out his mouth paired with vulgar words and moans.

“I- fuck- I’m not gonna be able to drag this out if you keeping squeezing m’cock like that.” He pants.

“I’m close, so just come with me.” I plead, the thought of him finishing with me adding fuel to the fire in the pit of my stomach.

“God H, I’m gonna come— hard.”

“Fuck, sweetheart, keep talking.” He says, his skin slapping into mine, chasing his orgasm.

“You’re so pretty.” I blurt, spewing the first thing that comes to mind as I look at him.

He really is, his hair is tousled from sleep and my hands, his eyes half lidded from pleasure and tattooed chest slightly damp.

He swears, bottoming out and coming hard without warning. His hand circles my clit fast, bringing my crashing down with him.

“Harry!” I cry, burying my head into the crook of his neck as I ride out the waves of pleasure.

“Good girl, Y/N.” He groans, still thrusting into me trying to prolong his orgasms.

The high slowly ebbs away, and he stays in me for a bit. Nothing but the sounds of our laboured breathing filling the room.

I think we don’t know what to say, after something like that happens— when it all comes on instinct and you’re without any clue on what it changes.

Our dynamic, though it was a love-hate kind of thing, it was a consistent one. You knew what to expect. Now that this has happened…

“I have no idea what you’re thinking right now.” He whispers, “and that kind of scares me.”

I lay quietly for a few heartbeats, “just… that was really good. And I’m not 100% prepared for what might happen after this, y’know. To us I guess.”

“Well. To keep it simple, I really like you— and that was some of the best sex I’ve ever had so…” he trails off, unsure where to go with the sentence.

“Ok— so this isn’t gonna ruin our friendship?” I sigh in a bit of relief.

“Of course not,” he pulls back to look at me, and a smile spreads across his face, “after all, we are adults.”

———

[ch4nb4ng]

Naive Nature

Pairing: afab reader x bang chan, established college relationship

Word count: 4.8k

Warnings: SMUT! jk soft!dom chan, sub reader, corruption, finger sucking, penetration, clit rubbing, praise (lots of it hehe), orgasm, mentions of ejaculation.

Summary: The first 6 months of your relationship with chan was very calm, very relaxed, innocent. But this is what happens, something so innocent, doesn't always turn out to be what it seems.

Note: Okay this is straight up dumpster fire that is very veryVERY SULF INDULGENT okay so if this is too boring/vanilla I'm sorry, it's just what I like! If you do choose to read it however, I hope you enjoy ! <3

“Just a little longer,” you cooed out to your boyfriend, who waited oh so patiently on the bedding behind your desk. Chan had been begging for your attention for at least 20 minutes now. His project for his music major had been completed hours ago. It was definitely easier for him, especially when he had two other people helping him on said project. In fact, that was the case with all of his assignments. Music majors had around 90% of assignments having to be completed in groups. The other 10% were solos, but only made up for 15% of the grade.

On the other hand, being a psychology major felt to be on the other side of the spectrum. Single person assignments, oral presentations. Hours upon hours of academic research. It felt endless. Sometimes you truly question why on earth you chose this as your future career path. Nevertheless, all you had to do was pick up one textbook, and open the first page, introducing you to the true passions of your life. Helping people, and working out how to fix one’s brain to help said people.Chan was also a very understanding boyfriend. He too took up some subjects that covered the broad aspects of psychology. In fact, it was how the two of you met, six months ago. It happened to be the one group project of the semester that had brought the two of you together.  It was love at first sight. Inseparable.. He was always at your dorm. You at his. It felt like a dream, and you did not know what you had done to deserve such a sweet man in your life.

On the other hand, being a psychology major felt to be on the other side of the spectrum. Single person assignments, oral presentations. Hours upon hours of academic research. It felt endless. Sometimes you truly question why on earth you chose this as your future career path. Nevertheless, all you had to do was pick up one textbook, and open the first page, introducing you to the true passions of your life. Helping people, and working out how to fix one’s brain to help said people.Chan was also a very understanding boyfriend. He too took up some subjects that covered the broad aspects of psychology. In fact, it was how the two of you met, six months ago. It happened to be the one group project of the semester that had brought the two of you together.  It was love at first sight. Inseparable.. He was always at your dorm. You at his. It felt like a dream, and you did not know what you had done to deserve such a sweet man in your life.

“Aw come on y/n,” he pouted, grabbing your favorite unicorn stuffed toy and throwing it, gently so it barely touched the back of your chair. You turned around, a dramatic cry escaping your lips like you had just been shot facing him.

“How could you?” you cried, falling out of your chair and onto the bed, face buried into the doona cover, “I never thought it would come to this, but I guess I have no choice.”

His eyebrows were furrowed, not sure what to make of the muffled monologue you had just given. He jumped when he saw you sit up, knees on the floor as you held up two guns, index and middle finger pointed straight at his chest. His hands went up immediately, exaggerated expressions of fear plastered across his face as you moved closer to him.

“Y/n,” he whispered, “you don’t have to do this.”

“Oh,” you snickered, “but I have to, I am a spy from the national spy academy. I was waiting for this. Now I can kill you.”

“Noooo,” he whined, falling on his back as you cocked your fingers forward, the pretend pull of the trigger taking your boyfriend out. You giggled as you crawled back onto your bed, nuzzling up against Chan’s shoulder as he smiled, longing for your warmth to embrace him. This truly was the happiest you had ever been in a relationship, and although it was fresh, there was no doubt that this man was going to be in your life for a long time. 

“Hmm,” he mumbled, feeling the vibration across the plane of your face, “what time do you have a study group tonight?”

“Oh,” you gasped, taking your head off his shoulder, rolling up and on top of him, “I didn’t tell you it got canceled?”

“No,” he chuckled, booping your nose with his index finger, “you didn’t! But that is okay because…”

“Because?”

“Because I am not doing anything either!”

“Yay,” you squealed, repeatedly hitting his chest playfully, “I think it’s time we had a movie night, don’t you think?”

Chan was pushing you off of him, in a very gentle manner, making you pout with sadness. A distance could already be felt the moment he pulled away. Maybe you were too caught up in the man that was Chan already, because even though he was in the room, only inches away, your body already felt sad, already craved to be back in his arms.

“Where are you going?” Your voice was low, very suly to the ear, making your boyfriend giggle. 

“Don’t worry, I’m just going to make some popcorn, try not to miss me too much.”

“That will be hard, but okay,” you sighed, quickly grabbing the remote, “I’m picking the movie then.”

Chan threw his head back, pretending to be annoyed as he walked out of the room. Your eyes scurried from left to right, swiping across what felt to be all possible movies that were available on Netflix. 

By the time Chan had arrived, a bowl full of microwave popcorn, the movie had just been selected. The Hunger Games: Catching Fire. One of your all time favorites. The corner of Chan’s lips turned up immediately on the screen. Seeing Katniss with a bow was enough to do so. He hopped back under the covers rapidly, placing the bowl on the side table as he fell under the covers, nuzzling himself into your chest before pushing the sheet down, just so only his eyes peeked out. The comfort was felt once again as you brought your hands to his hair, gently ruffling his locks to comfort him. Call him a puppy, but head scratches were one of the most soothing things he enjoyed. His eyes were slowly drifting shut, but the movie had barely started: this was something you would not accept. Just before they could close properly, you leaned forward gently lifting the sheets and, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. His eyes shot open, a subtle tint of red covering his cheeks as he looked at you and your close proximity to him.

“Oh shit, I was already falling asleep, my bad,” he sighed, sounding somewhat fatigued. You felt a little bit of guilt. Knowing mid semester exams were coming up, and Chan had been working on a large project, he was tired. Maybe you shouldn’t mess around with him and just let him sleep.

“No no,” you shook your head, swiping your palm against his forehead in a soothing manner, “fall asleep if you need to. I know you have been under the pump lately.”

“Shh it’s okay,” he mumbled, “come here.”

Chan lifted the sheets above his head, arching his torso, giving room for you to sneak in front of him. The movie was nothing but a distant sound to the two of you as you snuggled together. His head fit perfectly into the crook of your neck, which you thought would be a relaxing feeling, just like it usually was. But this time it felt different. Mainly because of the fanning of his breath tingling across the exposure of your neck. It ticked, but it also felt really good, going straight to your head. It had woken something within you, because now, the last thing you wanted to do was cuddle. 

The problem, however, was that you were too nervous to say anything. It’s not that you were uncomfortable with Chan, no, that was not an issue. The relationship was still very new, so when it came to the, well, naughty side of things, not many things had been explored yet. He didn’t really know what you liked and didn't like, and vice versa. The sex, up until this point, was very vanilla. Not that it was bad of course. It was very good, but you knew that there was much more you wanted to do with your boyfriend.

His scent was becoming more intoxicating with each breath that came from his lips. But instead of being a normal person and asking him, you subtlety rocked your ass into him, intentionally grinding a little more stronger when you felt yourself hit him right between his legs. Fuck. He was already hard. He was receptive. Your eyes widened, biting down on your bottom lip to prevent any stifling sound of pleasure escaping your lips. Your body was now frozen, not wanting to agitate the man next to you. It was a dead giveaway, however. It took him a minute, but you could feel it, feel the gentle push of his hips against your own, creating a slight friction. A simple moan mumbled out of your lips, hand quickly coming to your mouth. The sudden feeling of proximity had disappeared. Oh shit. Panic began to fill your bloodstream when you saw him leave your room without a word. Maybe you did really push it too far. It’s not like you really did anything though, just a little bump and grind. Something else was wrong, and you were determined to find out what it was.

Following in pursuit, you threw the sheets off you, lurking around and eventually finding him in the kitchen. He was standing with much stiffness, a hard member very apparent, even in those thick sweatpants of his.His hand wrapped around a glass of water, tight. You couldn’t help but let your mind wander to dangerous territories. How he would feel inside of you. How the feeling of those calloused, hard working hands around the base of your throat, oxygen slightly cut off. You had to shake your head before approaching him, wanting to have a mature and serious facade, not one full of lust and desire.

You approached him slowly, snaking your arms around his waist from behind as you pressed your body up against his back. It took him back, Chan clearly deep in thought as it took him a moment to notice your presence. What on earth was going on?

“Babe,” you whispered, kissing his back, “is everything okay?”

“What? Oh, yeah,” he replied, turning to face you, “sorry for leaving without not saying anything.”

“It’s okay,” you smiled, “just wanted to make sure you’re okay?

He said nothing, instead placing his hands on either side of your ass. You jumped, not expecting him to make such a bold movement. A smirk accidentally creeped onto your lips; you loved the way his hands felt. Whether it be something as simple as holding while walking down the street, or a hand on your back when helping you walk through a door. Call it an oral fixation, because now, all of a sudden in this very moment, you craved them on you, in you. It was so dirty, the guilt consuming you once more when you weren’t quite sure what kind of mood he was in, maybe it would become more apparent in the next few minutes.

“Do you think I didn't notice?”

“Didn’t notice what?”

“Look down.”

Your eyes trailed slowly, descending, holy fuck. You had thought that it was already completely hard, but that was your mistake.  His length stuck out, wide, angled to the left. Your eyes widened immediately, core aching at the sight. “I d-don’t know what youre talking about,” you replied, voice cracking, “what am I looking at?”

“Oh come on y/n, please, you know that this is what you did to me.”

Adrenaline cracked in your skull, drilling through your body at a rapid pace, setting you into flight or fight. You had no time to think, to behave. The grip on your body became tighter and tighter, having no option but to bring you closer to him. Your arms were wrapped around his neck. Nothing had ever been so intimate ever, especially with him. Chan’s head was tilted to the left, leaning closer and closer. You mistook his action, thinking he was moving closer to your lips, but he brushed past them, heading straight towards your upper ear instead. His breath was on you again, and everything felt like it was back in alignment. His tongue also became a part of the mix, your boyfriend licking a long stripe from the bottom of your ear lobe, all the way to the top. A gasp escaped your lips, unaware of how good his tongue felt.

“C-Chan,” you shivered, holding onto him, “what are you doing?”

“Come on baby,” he hissed, continuing on your earlobe, “you know where this is going.”

His voice, the tone was very seductive, something you had never heard before. Your core was truly beginning to intensify in its aching. And the longer this went on, the longer he looked at you like nothing but a piece of meat, the more you needed to be satisfied. Chan withdrew from your ear, bringing his lips right back to your own. 

“I’ve tried,” he paused, bringing his hands to your waist, “I’ve tried so hard to hide this side of me to you.”

The mystery behind his words did nothing but contribute to your arousal. The kind, loving, very respectful and caring man that was your boyfriend had disappeared. You were slightly terrified, but very, very intensely turned on.

“What,” you took a breath, swallowing hard before looking up at him, “Chan, what do you mean?”

Your voice sounded like nothing. It was so small, so tiny up against him. His voice was dripping with desire, you could smell it, you wanted to taste it. Your body temperature was rising at a great speed, making you dizzy with want and need the longer he kept you waiting like this. 

“Like every time you are near me,” he breathes loudly, lips trailing down to your neck, “I just want to show you.”

He paused once more, drinking his teeth into the corner of your neck, where your shoulder and neck meet.

“I want to show you how good you know I can make you feel. But I can’t be a gentleman about it.”

You really did not know how your knees did not go weak at his words. This side of your boyfriend truly was something you had never seen. You never thought the subtly grinding on him would lead you to this alter ego, but you definitely were not complaining. Maybe it was just easier to play along.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm,” he muffled, lips still stuck on your neck. You grabbed his face, gripping each cheek as you took him away from your neck, bringing him back to your face. You finally looked up into his eyes, seeing the black boring out of them. His lust daze was pouring into your own, and you couldn’t handle it anymore. You leaned forward, finally attaching your lips to his. A moan of relief escaped your lips as he slipped his tongue in. Nothing had ever been so intimate. This kiss was deep, filled with so much need and want He pushed into you deeper and deeper. You could truly tell how much he had been holding back.

All it took was one swift motion, grabbing your legs and lifting them so they were now wrapped around his keen torso, skillfully keeping his kiss intact as he walked backwards to your bedroom, sitting himself down first, leaving you to straddle him. You pull away, chest heaving heavily as you look at him. You wanted to giggle, noticing how out of breath he also was. The next plan of attack was his clothes. How many layers did he have on? Surely he only had one, just the hoodie, it’s what he usually did. and so there you were, fingers barely trailing the lining as you lifted it up, exposing the bottom of his torso. Chan was impatient, grabbing his own and ripping it over his head. Fuck. You had seen his body several times, this was nothing new. Half of the time he walked around like this. But this. He gripped your wrist, forcing you to brush your fingertips up against his abs. A shover spiked through your back, sensory nerves paying attention to how cut out he really was.

“Baby I-”

“Shhh,” he hissed, hands now lingering around your own clothing, thumbs rubbing back and forth at the hem of your shirt, “fuck I really want to take this off, can I?”

“Stop.”

The promiscuous look on his face dropped. One concern coming on. His hands came to your face, truly worried that he had gone too far.

“Y/n? I’m so sorry I-”

“No no,” you whispered, “you didn’t let me finish.”

Your fingers were wrapped around his wrists, trailing them down your sides, stopping them at your hips. Your hips ground forward, creating force on Chan’s wrist to create a tempo of friction. A stifled groan escaped from his lips, pulling you harder against him. The rhythm was slow, but hard. 

“Stop being so nice to me?”

“What?” Chan’s question was genuinely one of confusion. You scoffed, discarding your own shirt as you looked back up at him, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer to you. Your exposed chest pressed against his bare one. Your ground is harder, your core screaming for more. God, it felt so good, he felt so good. He looked up at you, devil haunting eyes right rolling back into full force as he looked at you. It terrified you for a moment. The way he was looking at you. Not like a person. But prey. Something he needed to take on and conquer. If any other man looked at you this way, you would be disgusted. But you didn't know why, or how, or when, but the longer you sat there, grinding your hips desperately against your boyfriend’s cock, the weaker you became.

“Fuck me like how you want to fuck me,” you whined, “please.”

Your lips were back on his, this time much rougher. Chan maneuvered himself, leaning you on your side as he pulled away, coming from behind you. He was so desperate, so much so your pants were coming down, panties with them, barely coming down. They only made it halfway down your thighs, but you didn’t care, he did care. His eagerness was rubbing off on you. A whine of frustration came from your lips, and it was all Chan needed to hear. You didn’t know how, seeing as he was behind you, but his pants were off, boxers following, because all you could feel was his cock pushing up against your ass. 

“You want me to treat you like that huh?”

“Yes,” you groaned, dick winding in between your ass cheeks, “please fuck me.”

“Fuck,” he groaed shakily, “you sound so fucking hot like that.”

You helped him push the rest of your remaining clothing on, leaving you completely naked, and completely exposed to him. Part of Chan felt guilty. He really didn’t want to be disrespectful by any means. He always wanted you to feel like you were on a cloud, and all of the other times the two of you had been intimate, he was so calm, so gentle, careful. It wasn’t him, and the fact that you were recprictpacing such filthy wants and needs made his brain short circuit over and over again. Chan’s right arm hooked around your left leg as he fingers snaked around, fingers just inching away from your folds.

“Keep your leg up baby,” he cooed, impressed by how easily it was to give you orders, “such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

The praise sent another shiver down your spine. Of course you wanted to be obedient to him. It felt like that was your purpose in life at this very moment. Your head was turned slightly, seeing his fingers sliding farther and farther into his mouth. Your jaw dropped, seeing those hands that you daydreamed about many many times. He noticed your gaze, chuckling at how surprised you were.

“Like what you see?”

You nodded, grabbing his wrist as you opened your mouth, lips passionately wrapping around the slender digits. It was his time for your boyfriend's jaw to drop. He didn’t know something such as sucking on somebody’s fingers could be so hot, so arousing. His hips began to subconsciously move against you, unable to contain himself as he looked at her. Maybe he was naive, but his brain was starting to truly stop functioning, well the rational part of it. His innocent little girlfriend taking his fingers like a champ. The idea of corrupting you was so large in his brain, it was the only thought, only cognition he could facilitate. 

“Fuck,” you crused under your breath, withdrawing his fingers from your mouth.

“You’re so fucking hot y/n,” he spat, ogling at the oozing saliva and spit that coated his fingers. He dragged them to your pussy almost immediately, pushing his index and middle fingers through your folds, hoping to jump as soon as they touched your bundle of nerves. Chan chuckled as he slowly began to rub in circular motions. You buried your head into your chest, not wanting to show how much the simplest of touches were affecting you.

“It’s okay baby,” he giggled, “bet that feels so good huh?”

“Y-yes,” you mumbled, back flush against his body, “so good Chan.”

“You’re so cute, but also so wet already huh?”

You had nothing to say, not wanting to embarrass yourself with another voice crack. You could feel him adjusting himself behind you, the tip of his cock prodding at your soaked entrance. His fingers continued, a little stronger in contact as he pushed down, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your stomach was already feeling tight, and if this was enough to tip you over the edge, god knows how it would be when he finally was inside of you.

“You want to have my cock huh?”

“Please,” you moaned, “please fuck me.”

“Beg for it.”

You gasped, legs becoming weak. 

“Please,” you whined immediately, “I need more. I want your cock in me. Your fingers feel so good, but not enough.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes baby please,” you blurted, feeling his free hand wrap around your torso, fingers pushing up against your chest, “I’ve never wanted a cock in me so badly.”

He squeezed your left breast at your words of desperation, unable to contain himself. The fingers in your folds were removed with no hesitation, a loss of contact making you whimper. He put it to other use instead, gripping the base of his cock as he finally plunged himself into you.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, almost gorlwing the further he buried hismelf in side of you. The stretch was immaculate, feeling like a whole new experience. All other moments of intimacy with Chan had been long forgotten. This felt like the first time you had ever had sex with him. Nothing had ever felt so good. He waited momentarily, needing a sign that you were not in any kind of pain or discomfort.

“Come on,” you mumbled, writhing against him, “your cock feels too good for it to stay still.”

“Well fuck someone’s demanding,” he scoffed, slowly dragging himself all the way out of your pussy. Your body could feel the impact, or lack thereof as soon as he fully withdrew from you. He noticed, quickly stuffing you with his cock as he began to set a rhythm. It was moderate, nothing crazy, but it was good. Chan was taking his sweet time with you, hitting all the right spots, pussy already clenching around him the longer he continued. The longer he dragged this out, the more you lust haze clouded your brain; nothing had truly ever felt so good.

“Oh my fucking god,” you hissed, head rolling all the way back, “Chan please.”

“Tell me baby,” he grtuned, picking up his pace, “what do you want?”

“Fuck me,” you hissed, words coming out after eahc thrust, “fuck. Me. fuck. Me please.”

Those were the only three words you could say. Nothing else came to mind. The thickness of his cock, the speed of it, just every single factor that fills you up with such a gratifying feeling had taken over. There wasn’t much more to say, the only thing that could be heard was Chan’s small grunts in your ear. His pants were so deep, so much effort and consideration was taken in the way he snapped his hips. He was such a professional at this, you don’t know why it had taken so long for this side of him to come out.

“Such a good girl,” he hissed, hand that was on your chest ascending up your chest, “taking my cock like such a good girl.”

“Am I?’

“Of course baby,” he cooed, pushing your hair off of your face, “look at you, barely able oy say anything. Clenching around me like you’re already gonna cum.”

A moan was all you could respond with, strings of curse words following. Everything that you had ever been taught to associate with being feral were the only thoughts that came to your mind. Any and all civility was nowhere to be found. Chan’s pace was picking up even further, hand pushing your left leg in the air as far as it could go. He lifted his hips off of your bed, turning his body slightly as he rolled you over, leaving you on your back as he began to pound you once more. The new angle was mouth watering, so much so that your hands were intertwined with your sheets, face scrunched completed inward as you looked up as Chan, beads of sweat cascading down the sides of his forehead as he grabbed your hips, focusing solely on how his cock looked filling up your pussy. His own mouth almost watered at the sight. So wet, so creamy, so messy this was, all caused by him. The messier the better. Your pussy molded to his, like you were made for him to fill you up solely; nothing else. He brought a hand to your stomach, pressing down somewhat hard as he felt himself inside of you.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, mouth open wide as you felt your legs begin to tremble, “oh my fuck, Chan, Chan I-”

“Are you close?”

“Mhm,” you mumbled, looking down at how brittle your legs had become, “please don’t stop.”

“Aw could I,” he growled, making sure the sound of skin slapping against his cock was loud, “want to make you cream around this cock.”

“You’re so hot baby,” you whined, “keep talking to me like that.”

“Oh you like that? You like hearing how weak I can make you huh?”

“Yes.”

“You like how well you can take my cock like this baby?”

“Yes!”

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, “I’m getting way too carried away with this.”

“No no please,” you whined, “I’m gonna cum please don’t stop.”

“Okay baby, my precious y/n, cum for me.”

Your jaw dropped once more, the overwhelming feeling of your orgasm bursting at the seams as your boyfriend coaxed it out of you. His voice was quiet, not wanting to take anything away from the euphoric feeling hitting your body all at once. 

“That’s it baby,” he cooed, slowly down to leave him barely moving, “cum around my cock, just like that.”

The clenching around him was insatiable. There was no way of controlling it. Your pussy was colvusing at a rapid rate, a long moan drawn from Chan’s lips as he quickly pulled out, spilling over your stomach. He collapsed to the side of you, still adamant on watching you release. His hips pulsed a couple of times, nonetheless, leaning on his elbow as he watched you, your body, genuinely making sure you were okay. 

“You okay baby?”

You turned to look at him, a placid smile on your face as you learnt over and pecked his lips. The Chan you were familiar with abruptly returning in front of you. He laid back down, the two of you starting at the ceiling as your chest heaved with such vigor. To say the two of you were out of breath was an understatement. You were unsure what to say. Thank you? What just happened? Where have you been hiding this very seductive and charming part of you?

“Was that good?”

His question caught you off guard, taking you out of thoughts as you turned to him, chin laying on his chest as he looked down at you, worryingly waiting for your answer.

“Ye-”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me I-”

“Shh,” you rpeld, placing your finger to his lips, “I liked it, really liked it. I don’t know where this side of you came from, but I’m sad you only showed me now.”

He covered his hands with his face, quite embarrassed and knowing the red tint he always got at the slightest of compliments. He exposed one eye only, excited to see you had climbed on top of him. Your pussy was still sensitive from the previous orgasm, nonetheless, as soon as you accidentally brushed your clit against his still very hard cock, you knew that things weren’t over.

“Fuck don’t that do that,” he hissed, “or I’m gonna have to fuck you again, harder.

“Who said I didn’t want that?’

[scxrpioreads]

Very Pretty

Summary: You and Eddie are close friends, always together. A night alone in your room seems like the usual but this times different.

Pairings: reader x Eddie Munson

Warnings: smut, fluff, oral sex (f and m receiving), unprotected sex, swearing, all that great stuff

18+

You and Eddie had been friends for quite some time now, always spending your free time together, whether that included him playing you new songs he had written or the two of you just cuddling up on the couch watching a film, you were always with one another.

There wasn’t much to do in Hawkins these days with star-court “burning down” but neither of you were ever bored, when you had each other to be with, even if it just meant hanging out and doing fuck all.

Things began changing between you both though, the way you saw him and how he saw you. You had noticed the change and you were sure he had too but neither of you brave enough to admit it. You found yourself focusing on how his hands looked strumming at his guitar, rings getting caught on the strings every now and then, hair in front of his face, concentrated look plastered on him. You analysed every little part and you realised your feelings for your friend had become deeper, your not sure when but you knew now.

He lost himself in you, watching you speak about the things you were interested in, your eyes lighting up, smile across your face, hands moving to further get your point across. He often brought up these conversations so he could watch you all over again. He knew he was fucked when you had asked him a question and he had no answer. Surely you noticed how he had been stupidly staring at you but he hoped not, not wanting to embarrass himself any more then he already had. He definitely had feelings deeper then a friendship for you, fuck he thought.

•••

On one of your usual nights together you found yourselves inside the four walls of your bedroom. Both comfortably sitting on top of your dusty pink doona, you with your legs crossed, back against your head board while he faced you, one leg hanging of the side of your bed and the other resting on his thigh. You could feel that something felt different this time but you brushed it off.

“You’re very pretty, you do know that?” His head bobbed down, eyes blinking up at you through his lashes when he asked the question, sheepish smile playing on his lips. You giggled and shoved him off, your face going slightly pink at the comment.

“And your bit of dork for a rockstar.” you laughed.

“Hey!” He held his heart pretending to be hurt. You smiled back before silence began falling between the two of you. His own cheerful expression falling into something more intense, his eyes going to watch your lips. Your breath hitched in your throat with this new found vibe that had managed to settle amongst you.

He moved forward from his position on your bed, jewellery covered hand going to find its spot through your hair to rest at the nape of your neck as he pulled in to kiss you. You didn’t hesitate to kiss back, softly before he snuck his tongue in to join yours. Your hands resting on his shoulders when he pulled you in closer to him, now on top, straddling his lap. Kissing you deeper, you felt goosebumps tickle the back of your neck, making there way down your body. You moved your hands from his shoulders to grab his face, pulling him in to kiss him harder, feeling it get more heated between you, wanting it to become more heated.

He finally pulled away, hands on your waist and yours still holding his face, both of you breathing heavy looking at one another.

“Sit back where you were” he said quietly. You nodded nervously and got off him, making your way to your original spot, against your headboard. He moved too, sitting opposite you. He reached in front of him, hands finding the elastic of your pyjama pants and slowly pulling them down your thighs, watching you, making sure that if you didn’t want to he’d be told. You let him slide them off your ankles and he went to do the same to your underwear. You breathed in shakily.

“You okay?” He asked watching your expression.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” You reassured him. You definitely wanted this but it didn’t make it any less nerve wracking.

“Are you sure you want me to go further?” He looked up at you.

“Please” you nodded. He understood and wasted no time in removing your underwear too. Now you were only left in a larger t shirt that once belonged to Eddie, the sight breathtaking to him. You spread your legs apart for him and he smiled, his eyes going straight to where you wanted him, then looking back up at you in awe, only making you blush.

He slid his index finger through your slick, from your entrance up until it hit your clit and you gasped, watching his movements as his gaze was stuck watching your expressions. You watched his finger move up from its place between your thighs to meet his lips as he sucked on the tip, the skull on his ring now burning daggers into your flesh. Heat ran up your body in a rush. Air escaped your lips, In anticipation, waiting for his next move. The tension between the two of you was strong, never having done this together before made you both nervous and excited. Eddie was hot and it made you weak but he was also your friend and you knew how sweet he was and he made you comfortable, comfortable enough to sit in front of him, knees apart.

Eddie became braver, placing his hand on your inner thighs to seperate them further, all while not breaking eye contact with you. He happily positioned himself in front of your wet, hot mound and licked a stripe, watching you breathe in nervously.

He flicked his tongue on your clit, erupting a string of moans from your lips, your head falling back to hit the headboard as he continued his pace. He swapped between shoving his tongue inside you to sucking on your clit, loving every moment, learning what it was you liked, hoping this wouldn’t be the last time the two of you would do something like this.

His nose brushed your clit and your hands went to tangle themselves in his hair, pulling him as close against you as you possibly could. He took this as good sign that you were enjoying yourself, moaning into your sensitive core, feeling the vibration against you, tugging harder at his hair.

“Wait.” You said, letting go of his hair. He stopped and pulled back worried.

“What’s wrong?” He panicked, scared he went too far and maybe all this tension and feeling was just in his head, maybe it was just him, you mustn’t have felt the same. Stupid, he felt stupid.

“I wanna do it you.” The worrisome state he was in slowly vanished.

“Hm?” He looked at you blinking, wanting to make sure he heard you right.

“I wanna make you feel good, I wanna suck you off.” You said before smile crept on your lips, Eddie then doing the same.

“Yeah, yeah okay.” He said nodding his head enthusiastically.

You got up from your position and brought yourself to your knees in front of him while he sat on the edge of your bed. You undid his belt and he helped you pull his jeans down enough for you to free his thick cock. You wrapped your hand around him, spreading the pre cum that had leaked from him across the tip, looking up at him innocently. He gulped, preparing himself for the feeling of your mouth around his hard on.

You did the same as he had done earlier, licking up the underside of his dick, gathering spit when you reached the tip before wrapping your lips around him and bobbing down on him.

“Fuck.” He groaned his hands behind him holding him up as he let his head fall back, locks of curls falling as well.

You pumped him with your hand where your throat could not reach, the softness of your hollowed cheeks doing the rest of the work.

You kept sucking and bobbing, eventually building up your pace, going faster. His hand reached for your hair, fisting it messily, causing knots. His ring got caught and he accidentally yanking as he tried to pull it away.

“Fuck sorry.” You hummed it response, not caring, just enthralled with making him feel this way.

He softly returned his hand to your head, not wanting to tangle it more. He watched you in awe, your swollen lips, throat taking him, saliva spilling, dripping down him. Beautiful.

“Fuck your pretty mouth feels so good, stop I wanna be inside you.” He groaned. You popped off him and smiled. Crawling up to straddle him again, feeling his cock bounce and hit your bare pussy when you kissed him, his hands going around to hold your back, yours holding his face.

He held you closer, laying you down so he was now on top, not breaking your kisses. Your hands clawed at leather jacket, trying to get it off quickly, he finally let go of your lips and slid it off himself, undressing the rest of him as you propped yourself on your elbows to watch.

When he was done he came back down to join your mouth in a sloppy kiss, now removing your shirt too. His eyes darted to your tits, hands quickly making their way to them, squeezing. A groan slipped past your lips and he kissed you again, still grasping your tits. He made his way down, planting kisses along your neck and collarbone, sucking and nipping every now and then. He pushed himself back, pumping himself a few times before lining himself up with your hole.

You watched him intently, waiting to feel him. He slid himself in, the both of you gasping.

You smiled up at him as he bent down lower to once again meet you in a kiss. He started off slow, not wanting to hurt you. A part of him couldn’t believe this was actually finally happening, and neither could you, but apart of you both knew it was bound happen. The way you laughed at his jokes, the way he got nervous when you sported your short skirt, it was no real surprise if you were honest with yourselves.

He began building up his speed, you whining his name as your arousal increased. It no longer felt loving and slow, it felt urgent, like your lives depended on it, the two of you needed to finish, the lust and tense feeling settling amongst you both long ago, now needed to be let free.

“Your so very pretty.” He whispered in your ear, you couldn’t make words to respond with, just moaning as you could feel him deeper and deeper. Sweat began to gather between the two of you, it becoming hotter and heavier by the second.

“Fuck Eddie!” You called out, eyes squinting shut when you felt him hit your cervix.

“Fuck.” He grunted, wet lewd sounds filling the room around you. He rutted his hips faster into you, feeling his orgasm creep up on him. He quickly shoved his hand between the two of you, wet pad of his thumb going to rub your clit, wanting to make sure you’d finish before him.

“Mm right there.” You whimpered, you felt electricity light up your body, letting the prickly feeling rush over you, feeling it bubble at your toes, until it reached the top of your spin. You bit lip holding in your loud moans. You could feel the end coming closer and closer, his cock pounding you harder and harder, his thumb rubbing and spreading your wetness over your clit, any flick could send you over the edge.

Your noises let Eddie know he was on the right path and he ensured to keep his rhythm the same, not wanting to knock you off the path of your orgasm.

Then it hit you, that electric feeling now jolts of power surging through you, your back arched and you felt like you could scream. Your toes curled, fingers grasping his shoulders, feeling stiff until it calmed, jolts now turning into small shocks and you turned limp.

Eddie soon finished after you, jaw dropping, a croaky groan falling from his lips, his hand tightly grasped on your hip, silver jewellery leaving marks on your skin as he let it rock through him, hot cum spilling into you. After he calmed, his head dropped, panting before letting out a soft laugh, you doing the same. He collapsed on top you you, kissing your cheek.

“Wow.” He breathed out, you nodding, still in bliss. He laid there for a second more before he managed to pull his sensitive, softening cock from your warm cunt. Joining your side, your hand went to grab his, he quickly reciprocated, entwining his larger fingers with your smaller ones.

“I really like you.” He admitted. “I hope that doesn’t ruin anything.” He trailed off, fiddling with your fingers. You giggled, still trying to catch your breath.

“I think we’ve past that point now.” You looked up at him, meeting his eyes.

“But I really like you too.”

[sluttyminghao]

✧ pairing: jeon wonwoo x fem!reader ✧ word count: 2.1k ✧ genre: smut ✧ warnings: rough sex, sex w/out protection, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, oral (f.receiving), marking (f.receiving) ✧ prompt: person a makes person b cum until they beg for mercy, on person a’s birthday

taglist: @hotgirlwonwoo​, @hotgirlmingyu​, @hotgirlvernon​

In the weeks leading up to Wonwoo’s birthday, he hadn’t given you the faintest idea of what he wanted. Besides a cheeky wiggle of his eyebrows and a longing gaze that trailed over your body and made your cheeks burn, he stayed silent. “You don’t need to give me any gifts. I’ll be happy to just spend the whole day with you,” he states with a smile adorning his features, but the fire behind his eyes told you a different story.

The day before his birthday, he came home late with a pastel-coloured lingerie bag in hand. He placed the gift on your side of the bed but refused to say anything about why he bought it. When you pulled the gauzy garment out of its lilac packaging later in the evening, you realised he had been sending you multiple signals all along on what he wanted.

You were going to give him a watch, but this was a better alternative.

Early morning sun glimmered through the curtains and cast a subdued light over the room. You woke up to a strange heat on the lower half of your body, making your heart race. Lifting the soft doona and peering underneath, you find Wonwoo under the covers and laying between your legs. A smirk adorned his lips when you made eye contact with him, your heart fluttering at the sight.

“Good morning, baby. I was just getting ready for a nice, lazy morning in bed with you. Can I have a taste of you?” His tone is soft, but you can sense a hint of lust in his voice, too. Not even a moment later, he’s tugging on the soft material of your sleep shorts to get them off your body quicker. You nod at his statement, lifting your hips off the bed so that he can remove the obstacle in his way and get to where he wants to be.

He let his teeth graze along your thighs in a teasing manner, making your hands fly into his hair and gripping at the base of his scalp. A small grunt left his lips before he was diving into your folds, sucking on your clit and relishing in the whines and whimpers that left your lips. His cock hardened even more at the sight of you writhing and trembling above him, his signature smirk crossing his features the higher your whines became.

“I love how pretty you sound,” he whispers, before diving into your core once more and letting his tongue and lips work their magic against you. He always had a way of making you cum with his mouth. Within moments, the intense and familiar sensation of your orgasm began building up in your stomach and Wonwoo didn’t have any plans to stop.

“Wonwoo, ‘m gonna cum,”. You breathed out, your legs trembling even more and your grip on his hair tightened. He pulled off of you for a moment, making you cry out in response. He lifted a finger to circle your clit with calculated moves, making you jolt in response. “Cum for me, baby, I want you to cum all over my tongue,” he replies before moving his mouth back over your pussy, his tongue flattening out against your folds. He increased the speed of his movements, sending you flying over the edge with a cry of his name.

You could feel his tongue still lapping against you as he worked you through your high, soft grunts, leaving him moaning at the taste. “You taste so fucking good,” he sighs, finally pulling off of your skin and licking his lips, savouring the taste of you. Your skin heats at his compliment, and he leans in to give you the sweetest kiss possible, a giddy grin on his lips when he pulls away.

“Make sure you wear that pretty lingerie I bought for you today. I have plans,” he says, standing up and flipping through all the clothes on his side of the wardrobe. You can only raise a confused brow at him but agree anyway. You did not know what he had planned, but the thought of whatever it was excited you.

The feeling of sliding your shoes off after your outing with Wonwoo was a great relief, but you weren’t able to relish in the feeling too long. Before you had even taken five steps into the apartment, you felt his hand circle your wrist and pull you back. When you got tugged back, you collided into his broad chest with a soft grunt. “Where do you think you’re going, baby? I still have to have my dessert.” 

His lips were on yours before you could process his words, and he was pushing your body back so that he had you pressed against the wall. One of his legs slipped between yours, pushing your legs apart and creating the slightest amount of friction. The gasp that let your lips from the feeling allowed Wonwoo to slip his tongue into your mouth, his tongue wrapping around your own slightly.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” he mumbled between kisses, wrapping his arms around your midsection and picking you up with ease. His lips never left yours the entire walk to the bedroom, and you felt the heat in your core building up with each passing second.

Wonwoo stopped at the foot of the bed, placing you down gently and letting you crawl up to the head of the bed, before following close behind. He let his hands glide up your thighs, his hands fiddling with the hem of your shirt. “Can I take this off?” He whispers, eyes searching your own, until you nod quickly.

It made your heart soar that even in the heat of the moment, he still waited for your active consent before continuing.

As soon as Wonwoo he made quick work of sucking gently on the skin of your neck and chest, leaving bright pink and red marks to bloom in their wake. You can only sigh and run your hand through his hair, feeling the wet patch on your panties growing bigger the more he sucked on your neck.

He let his hands wander, tugging your pants down and eventually your underwear, leaving you exposed in front of him. “God, I will never tire of this view,” he remarks, letting his lust-filled gaze wander over your body multiple times. “I could say the same to you,” you reply, taking in his muscular upper body and toned thighs. 

You pulled him down for a heated kiss while he let his hands wander further down and his fingers slipped through your folds. A soft groan left his lips after feeling how wet you were, and without thinking, let a finger slide in. The only sounds that filled the room were the slick sounds of his fingers inside your cunt, and your soft pants against his skin.

“You’re so wet for me, I’ve hardly even touched you yet, baby.” He lilts, letting his lips graze along the side of your jaw. “Y-you’re just so hot, that’s all, you make me f-feel so good,” you moaned out, gripping onto his biceps when he slid a second finger inside you. 

His fingers were just like magic and had you clenching rapidly around him in less than five minutes. Just before you hit your peak, he pulled his fingers out of you, a cry leaving your lips in response. “Shh, relax, baby, I’m gonna take care of you, I promise,” he teases, using the fingers he had inside of you to lube up his hardened cock.

The sight of him alone was magnificent, his abs contracting with every breath, his cock standing up against his lower stomach and the tip beading with pre-cum. “Are you ready, sweetheart? I know I’m ready for my birthday gift.” A lustful smirk appears on his features when you nod furiously before he’s leaning over you and lining himself up.

As soon as he pushed the head of his cock inside of you, a loud moan escaped your lips. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” Wonwoo grunts, his hands crinkling the sheets beside your head. His hips are still temporarily so you can both adjust, and after a few seconds, he continues, pushing his cock into the hilt.

He wastes no time starting a steady pace once you give him the green light to thrust, and lets his hands move down your body to rest on your hips. The angle allows him to thrust into you at a new angle, and it has your back arching and your nails leaving indents on his skin.

You could feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head with every thrust he gave you and moans spilling from your lips sound garbled and incoherent. “You sound so fucking hot, god you drive me crazy,” Wonwoo moans out between harsh thrusts. His words sent heat spiralling through your core again, and you knew you were on the brink of orgasm for the second time that day. “M-make me cum, Wonwoo…” you trail off, your hand gripping even tighter on his shoulder when he thrusts into a sensitive spot.

When he hears your almost incoherent words, his hips slam into you harder and faster. You can feel his fingers grip your hips even tighter, but when your orgasm hits, it doesn’t phase you any longer. Your orgasm has your back arching up off the bed and a scream leaving your swollen lips, and you feel as if you black out temporarily.

“You still with me, baby?” His sweet voice brings you back to Earth, and that’s when you realise he hasn’t stopped his thrusts. The thrusts have gotten slower, but still have the same intensity behind them. You nod dumbly and let your nails scratch down his broad chest, making him hiss.

As soon as he knows you’re fully back with him, he increases the speed of his hips again and it has your pleasure bleeding into overstimulation. It makes your legs jolt and broken cries and whines leave your lips. “Wonwoo...can’t take it...anymore,” you gasp out, fingernails sure to leave bright red marks on his shoulder blades at this point.

“I know you can take one more, can’t you, sweetheart?” His voice is sickly sweet as he slams his cock repeatedly into your sweet spot. You can feel tears streaking down your cheeks as the overstimulation turns into immense pleasure once more. “P-please...have mercy...I can’t take anymore!”

His movements stop when he hears those words, and he’s leaning down to wipe the stray tears off your face. “Do you want me to stop?” He asks, genuinely worried that he’s hurt you or you’re not comfortable. You sniffle before shaking your head, leaning up to kiss him gently.

“I don’t want you to stop... please make me cum again,” you whine, pushing yourself back onto his cock with a whine. As soon as the words leave your mouth, he’s starting a relentless pace, hips going faster than you’ve ever felt them go before. Your moans turn to screams as he finally cums inside of you and sends you into your third orgasm, your vision going black once more.

When your eyes open a few minutes later, you can spot Wonwoo in the bedroom's corner, sweatpants hanging low on his hips. “Wonwoo?” You call out to him, and he immediately perks up and comes to sit next to you. “Hey sleepyhead, how’re you feeling?” He asks, running his thumb over your cheek. A grunt leaves your lips in response and he chuckles, leaning in to kiss your cheek quickly.

“I already got you cleaned up. I was thinking we could order some desserts and eat them in bed?” He suggests, laughing and passing his phone to you when you node brightly. “I have a gift for you!” You gasp, rummaging through the drawer next to the bed.

“You didn’t have to get me anything!” Wonwoo exclaims with a pout, eyes widening when he sees the matte black box with a silver bow wrapped neatly around it. “I had to, and I just know you’ll love it,” you exclaim excitedly, holding the box out in the palm of your hands.

He grabs the box and slowly opens it up, eyes shining with delight when he pulls the watch out of its box and places it delicately on his wrist. “I love it, and I love you, so much,” he mumbles, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your cheek. Your cheeks heat at his sudden sweet words, and all you can do in response is pull him further onto the bed and rest your head on his chest.