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joeyfranchise · 3 months ago

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cuz you know that’s it’s delicate

joe burrow x fem!reader

summary: what happens when joe’s teammate slips a joke about your size difference and it sends you spiraling? being in love with joe since college has been tough but what happens when he starts figuring it out and trying to unravel you more?

warnings: SMUT, 18+ ONLY, MDNI. heaaaavy size kink, joe being a smartass should be it’s own warning, language, p in v, fingering, oral (f. receiving), roughness. probably more? this one was so much fun, plzzz stick around til the end. 🤭

word count: 3.1k!

note: heyyy everyone! my first joey smut 🤭 i hope y’all love it and again MDNI!! (shoutout to my boo @slimshiesty, hate me later and that stray ball part is rotting in my brain, so i snuck a lil of it in here as an ode to you. ily bbg. 💗) (also another taylor swift title bc i fr couldn’t think of anything else plus i used it a bit.. i swear i’m not trying to steal anyones thing i love all the joey swifties)

tags: @slimshiesty @starsinthesky5 (plz message me or send an ask to be added!) part 2

sexual frustration has to be one of the worst things in the world. sexual frustration at the hands of your best friend, however, takes the cake.

it started at a party two weeks ago when you were invited out by joe, the star nfl quarterback, certified dweeb, and your very best friend all wrapped into one.

flashback

you were sitting around with joe and some of his teammates, listening in on their conversations and people watching the rest of the time. it was easiest for you to hang out with joe and ja’marr since you knew them from college, but the rest of their teammates and their teammates partners were really cool too, and all so welcoming to you.

everyone was laughing and joking, having a laid back time, picking on each other for random things. that was, until, someone mentioned how funny it was to see you standing next to joe, being that he was well over a foot taller than you.

“what? how’s it funny?” joe asked, glancing between you and his teammate. “because you make her look so tiny! like a little doll. get up and stand next to each other.”

you were reluctant to move from your seat, hating where this was leading. it was already hard enough having feelings for your best friend over the span of a few years, but this was crossing dangerous territory. kink territory.

for you, there was something about how much bigger than you joe was. he towered over you. his body was lean but built with thick muscles. he could quite literally pick you up and sling you around like a rag-doll. (and honestly if he did, you’d thank him.)

you hoped his teammate pointing out your size difference wouldn’t be turned into a big deal, but once joe pulled you out of your chair to stand next to him, it was like the gates of hell opened.

you stood side by side, your head barely even reaching his armpit. everyone around the table laughed, including joe. “damn, i guess i never really focused on how little you are, y/n.” joe laughed, and placed his forearm on top of your head like an armrest.

alarms went off in your head. ABORT MISSION. ABORT MISSION.

you cleared your throat quickly, and came to your senses, shoving joe off before getting back into your seat. “maybe i’m not small, maybe you’re just a freakishly large man.” you remark, trying to keep your voice even.

“nah,” he replied, sitting down next to you again, “you’re sooooo tiny.” he laughed, wiggling his eyebrows at you. you flipped him the finger. “fuck you big bird.” you snarked before downing the rest of your drink. god knows you need it. you hoped that your pink cheeks would be chalked up to the alcohol and that nobody else had caught on.

the next instance came a few days later, on a sunday, and it was much worse than the first. so, so much worse.

flashback to sunday

you came to the bengals’ home stadium to watch their game, and since it was early you figured you’d go down to the field to say hi to joe and some of your other friends on the team.

you made it down and waved hi to ja’marr, tee and sam before making your way to joe. he spotted you and smiled, walking in your direction to meet you halfway.

you decided on wearing one of his jerseys and a pair of jeans, something simple and comfortable. as soon as he made it to you, the first thing he did was look you up and down and then pick up the sleeve of the jersey before chuckling.

“damn, this thing is swallowing you!” he comments. you playfully smack at his arm. “shut up, joey.”

“it’s cute, though. you look nice. are you excited for the game?”

you don’t give yourself much time to process that “cute” comment. wtf does that even mean? who cares. ABORT MISSION.

“of course i’m excited! i can’t wait to watch you guys kick some ass today—“

your sentence is cut off abruptly as joe grabs you and lifts you, turning your bodies so his back is now facing the opposite direction on the field. his grip on you is so tight that your chest is pressed into his stomach. you look up at his face, his expression a mix between anger and concern. you can feel your cheeks heat up and your eyes widen in disbelief.

“um, joe, you’re bear hugging the hell out of me right now. wanna put me down and explain what happened?”

he lets you down gently, reaching up to run a hand through his hair. “stray ball was coming right at you. i didn’t want it to hit you, it would’ve hurt you pretty bad.”

you reach a hand up and pat his chest, feeling the thick muscles. “thank you!” you respond, once again monitoring your tone. “i’m gonna head up and talk to everyone, ok?” you ask, already moving to leave. “yeah, ok.” joe says, focusing his attention on the ground. you can tell he’s contemplating something, but you don’t want to ask. you want to get out of there as quickly as possible.

the final instance came a few days later when you went to joe’s house just to hang out and have dinner.

flashback to wednesday night

you park your car in joe’s garage and step out, tucking your phone and keys in your pocket before heading up the stairs. before you make it to the door, joe’s already opening it and waiting in the doorway.

“hi bub!” you call, pushing past him and stepping inside, kicking off your shoes by the door. he greets you back sweetly and the two of you go sit on barstools in the kitchen, just catching up on things that have gone on this week. you rant to joe about your job and he listens intently, offering what advice he can.

he rants back to you about things going on with the team, and frustrations he’s having on the field. you try to return the favor and offer him some advice, but you know you aren’t of too much help. joe appreciates it regardless.

soon after your food arrives, you find yourselves in the living room, sitting on the couch side by side as a movie plays. you and joe always loved just being around each other, you had so deep of a connection that oftentimes words didn’t need to be shared at all.

you both enjoyed those moments.

you felt yourself starting to doze off until joe laughed at something in the movie, the sound waking you a bit.

“oh, sorry. you can go to sleep.” he whispers, pulling you into his side and wrapping his arm around your shoulder. you appreciate his warmth and you rub your head on his shoulder as you get comfy. you hear joe chuckle.

“what’s funny?” you mumble, your eyes still closed. “it’s like i’m hyper-aware now of how small you are next to me. it’s so cute.”

you make no outward moves or sounds, but inside you are screaming. yelling. this is the worst one yet.

you don’t know it yet, but joe’s figured it out. he’s seen you get flustered three times now over these comments, and he knows something is going on in your brain when they’re said. he isn’t aware if you have feelings for him like he does for you, but he knows you liked when he picked you up so easily on the field the other day.

it was effortless to him, despite what you might think of yourself.

you sit next to him in silence, eyes still closed, trying to control your breathing. just try to fall asleep again you tell yourself, hoping that joe has no idea. if you only knew.

when you wake in the morning, you’re still snuggled on the couch with him as the soft morning light shines gold around the living room. you shake him awake.

“joey, i gotta get going. i need to go home and get ready for work and you have thursday practice.”

he pulls you in closer for a moment, hugging you bye, and then wishes you a good day at work. you bolt out the door and to your car as fast as you can, heading home to wash the previous day away in the shower.

end of flashbacks

so, this is where you are now.

it’s been almost a week since you’ve talked to joe, avoiding him because you aren’t sure what to say or do. part of you knows he has something figured out, but you don’t know what or how much.

you’re terrified to let him in on your feelings, what’s going on in your head, because you’re delicate and you don’t want to ruin something that has always been there for you.

the other part of you knows you have to tell him, you need to tell him. you love him, you lust after him. the comments that keep being made about your sizes are driving you to the point of insanity that nothing will fix it unless joe manhandles you as rough as you can take it and he fucks it out of you.

you’re pretty sure your vibrator is gonna be on its last leg soon.

alright, i gotta call him. i gotta get this over with.

you grab your phone off the kitchen counter and dial his number, listening to it ring for a few moments.

“hello?” he finally answers, sounding a bit upset.

“hey joey. sorry i haven’t been talking to you this week. i just— i think i need to talk to you about some stuff and.. would you mind coming over later?”

he says nothing for a moment, but you hear him blow out a long breath. “yeah, of course, y/n.” he finally says. “i can be over around 7?”

you check the clock on the stove, it reads 4:34pm.

“7 sounds great! see you then!” you say, hanging up quickly. now you play the waiting game.

all your chores are done, and you take a lovely everything shower to help calm your nerves, and you make sure to drink plenty of water and have a snack as you tell yourself affirmations.

it’s going to be okay, he’s my best friend. he will understand. he will still be my friend regardless, he’s always been there for me. if he rejects me, nothing will change that.

you sit on the couch and scroll your phone as you wait. there’s still just a bit over an hour before joey will arrive, so you waste time scrolling tiktok, cozy on the couch.

soon enough you hear the doorbell, and you jump off the couch to answer it, stepping aside to let joe in.

he sits on your couch, waiting for you to join him and start speaking. “joe, i, um.. i hav-“

he cuts you off. “you have feelings for me? you like it when people compare our sizes because it turns you on?” he smirks, leaning back on the couch, crossing his arms behind his head. he’s manspreading now, his thick thighs on full display. your mouth falls open for a moment.

“yeah. essentially exactly that.” you finally reply.

“so what are we gonna do about that?” he questions, pulling you into his lap. you place your hands on his chest instinctively, and before you know what’s happening he‘s pulling you in for a heated kiss.

his lips are soft against yours and he gently prods at your bottom lip, sliding his tongue past as you open it. he tastes like mint, it’s intoxicating you. one minute his large hands are splayed over your back holding you to him, the next he’s lifting you off the couch by grabbing underneath your armpits and carrying you down the hall, roughly body-slamming you on the bed.

“dude, save the UFC moves for ja’marr!” you groan, sucking in a large breath. joe jumps on the bed, caging you in by placing his knees on either side of your hips and his hands next to your head.

“no, i don’t think so.” he smirks, leaning in closer until your noses are nearly touching. you felt your cheeks heating up at his close proximity, and his eye-contact with you was starting to feel intimidating, even though you had just been sharing such a passionate kiss. you hated that you could feel your wetness soaking through your panties just from him trying to wrestle you.

he blows gently on your face and you shove at him. he laughs you off and leans even closer, pressing the tip of his nose to yours before moving away and leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“this would be a lot easier if you’d just admit that you want me to manhandle you. you want me to go rough, right?” he teases. you’ve had enough of his smugness. you grab the back of his neck and pull him in for another kiss, tugging at his hair and nipping his bottom lip. he groans into you. he stands from the bed, picking you up again, carrying you across the room before roughly slamming your body against the wall.

you let out a strangled moan, loving the feeling of him using all his strength on you.

“can i take your shorts off?” he asks, looking into your eyes.

“fuck yes, please.” you breathe out, exhilarated.

joe yanks your shorts and panties down your legs in one swift motion, kneeling down in front of you. he’s able to keep your body held up and pressed against the wall. he looks up at you with questioning eyes, making sure this is okay. you give him a soft nod in response.

he leans in and throws one of your legs over his shoulder. he starts by pressing the smallest kiss to your clit, and then licks a slow, languid stripe up your core. you hiss, your body arching off the wall at the new sensation. when you look down, you find him looking up at you, his beautiful blue eyes trained on your face.

your eyes roll back in your head as he continues his ministrations. you feel the hand that isn’t holding you against the wall rubbing circles on your inner thigh before joe slowly slips a finger into you.

you quickly approach your orgasm, your stomach tight with anticipation. joe doesn’t let up, working you there until your body feels like it’s being dunked into warm bath water, the feeling covering you from head to toe. it takes you a minute to regain your sense of self. joe pulls his fingers from your core and removes your leg from his shoulder, standing back up before lifting you so your legs are around his waist.

you waste no time pulling him in for a kiss. “holy shit, joey!” you moan, baffled at what just happened. he smirks into your kiss.

for the second time, you’re thrown onto the bed. you sit up, propped on your elbows as you watch joe stalk closer, his erection very obvious in his shorts. he pulls his shirt over his head and you do the same, unclasping your bra just after so that you’re completely bare for him.

you chalk your forwardness up to being comfortable with him, normally you wouldn’t have the confidence to act this way. neither would joe, actually, but you shrug it off.

you don’t remember seeing him strip his shorts off or climb on top of you, but you know you’re kissing him again. you can’t get over how good his lips feel. one of his hands traces your curves, he runs his fingers along your body until his large hand is cupping your breast.

he moves his kisses to your neck and you gasp, reveling in the feeling of him kissing and touching you softly and sweetly.

you look down at his throbbing cock and suddenly you feel intimidated. joe hears you gasp. he lets out a soft laugh.

“don’t talk a big game and then act scared of it, baby.” he teases, pressing light kisses to your cheeks. you swallow thickly.

joe reaches down and strokes himself, spitting on his hand to slick himself up. he looks at you once again for confirmation, and you nod to him. he helps you get comfortable beneath him, positioning your legs around his waist as he pushes his tip in. you suck in a harsh breath.

it stings, but it isn’t the worst thing. he moves against you slowly, sliding in inch by inch until he bottoms out. he looks down and you, your faces inches apart, and you giggle.

“what is it bub?” he asks, smiling softly. “they weren’t kidding calling you big dick joe.” you laugh out. joe laughs too.

after giving you a few minutes to adjust, he starts moving hips, rocking into yours slowly. you think this is what the peak of euphoria feels like.

he leans back down to kiss you, his hand finding your throat and squeezing ever so slightly. your back is arched, your chest pressed to his as your hands tangle through his hair. his hands move down, finding your hips and holding them down to the bed. you moan at the rough grip.

he starts going harder, his hips pistoning into yours as you continue kissing, both of you moaning out your pleasure.

“joey, i-i’m close.” you warn, your body covered in a sheen of sweat. you felt it again, you were so close to that warmth once again pulsing over your body.

until.

knock knock knock.

what was that? you thought. you tried to focus on joe but everything seemed to be slipping away.

then, there it was again. the knocking. and the shrill of your phone ringing.

you startled awake, sweat covering your body. you looked at your phone screen. 7:10pm. one missed call from joe.

you threw your throw blanket off, trying to gather your thoughts. what the fuck? what is happening?

you thought you’d just had the best fuck of your life, that everything would be okay with you and joe but… it was just a dream? you dozed off and you didn’t even know it.

“y/n, let me in!” you hear joe yell from the opposite side of the door. you’re panicking, your body is hot, your clothes are stuck to you. still, you get up and almost sprint to the door. you open it, taking in his appearance. just like your dream.

black shorts, black shirt. backwards cap.

“can i come in? are you okay?” he asks. you watch as he takes in your appearance. sweaty hair stuck to your neck, your eyes glazed over.

“um, yeah joe. i’m okay. come in.” you step aside, inviting him in, just like your dream. he sits down.

“so, what did you wanna talk about?” he asks. you sit down next to him, blowing out a long breath. this was gonna be a longggg conversation.

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horangare · 1 year ago

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lucky girl

pairing : model!jeonghan x fem!reader

content : smut (mdni), angst, fluff, fake dating, unrequited (but not rlly) love, friends to strangers to lovers

in which : jeonghan has no interest in a relationship, however it seems that everyone else is sticking their nose into his nonexistent love life. you’ve been in love with him for as long as you can remember, but that was ages ago. he shouldn’t remember someone like you, but he does. and he wants you to be his girlfriend (just for a little while though, right?)

warnings : public sex TWICE (this mf fucks u everywhere but a BED), couch sex (see what i mean???), oral (m & f receiving), unprotected sex (be safe i’m begging), idiots in love vibes like so strongly you two are dorks fr, dirty talk, y’all want each other so bad, praise, cockiness, like one innuendo, a bunch of other idols make features in this (twice, txt, le sserafim, and svt ofc), mentions of rehab, crying, “arguing”, jealousy, pining and yearning and things of that nature

wc : 14.9K words

note : this took me so much longer than i thought it would but it’s finally here 😭😭 written from this request

Junior year of highschool is when you first fell in love with Yoon Jeonghan.

You were the new girl. The transfer student. The awkward, hormonal, sixteen year old girl who felt oh so small in such a big school. The nobody.

Pretending like the lingering stares, the pointing, the whispering—all of it—was just a figment of your imagination was easy. You had been used to tuning things out. At acting like it didn’t phase you.

Private school was different than public school. Too different. The only reason you were in this place is because you were sent to live with your aunt because of the fact that your mother was in rehab and your dad wasn’t in the picture. Many of the public schools in the area weren’t the best, so she pulled some extra money from her savings to send you one of the nicer, private schools.

You were grateful, for her concern regarding where you went to school, but the huge contrast from transitioning to this new place was anything but easy. You may have looked just like everyone else, but you never felt like them. A bunch of self obsessed, privileged, stuck up rich kids. Yeah, you weren’t that. Not by a long shot. It’s like they could tell you didn’t belong here, but you already knew that.

All of them except for him.

Jeonghan had heard the mumbled talk of your arrival since he arrived on campus. He didn’t get what the big idea was. New kids came all the time, bought their way in with mommy and daddy’s help. Each and every other student here was one in the same. Predictable. Boring.

“Shit, look, there she is,” Joshua whispered amongst the small group of boys, his head jerking in your direction. The rest of them—Minghao, Mingyu, Soonyoung, and Jeonghan—all spared you a single glance or two.

Minghao chuckled dryly. “She’s gonna get eaten alive.”

"She's kinda hot though, don’t you think?" Soonyoung mumbled, trailing his eyes over your body. "That skirt is way too small for her."

“It’s like six in the morning. Can you not be horny right now?” Mingyu sighed, yet Soonyoung’s gaze remained on you until you disappeared from his line of sight. Jeonghan remained silent.

Joshua nudged his friend. “What? You have nothing to say?”

“What is there to say?” Jeonghan asked, swirling around his iced coffee that had been way too expensive to taste so cheap. “She’s a girl and she’s new.” Soonyoung booed him, loudly, attracting the attention of other passing students.

“You’re no fun.” He said and crossed his arms. Jeonghan gave him no response. “Whatever. How long do you think she’ll last?”

“I’ll give her until the end of the day,” Mingyu nodded. The others looked at him in disbelief, which made the boy roll his eyes. “What? I’m an optimist.”

Soonyoung hummed in thought, weighing his available options. “Four hours max.”

Minghao shook his head. “Two and a half.”

“I’m gonna say…One hour.” Joshua added. Then they all turned their heads to Jeonghan. He didn’t respond until the staring became unbearable.

“God, you’re all such pessimists, you know that?” He scoffed. “I’m not doing this with you today.”

“You have faith in her,” Minghao teased, poking the older boy in the side. “You’re so easy to read.”

“Cut that shit out.” Jeonghan hissed, pushing away Minghao’s hand. Minghao, Mingyu, and Joshua giggled. He was so easy to piss off.

“I’m gonna go talk to her,” Soonyoung cracked his knuckles with a confident—bordering on arrogant—smile.

“Seriously, don’t—” Minghao sighed, but the other boy was beyond reason. By the time he even said anything, Soonyoung was literally in your face.

The expression on your face was pensive, relaxed even. Until…

“Hey, new girl.”

You looked up, your eyes looking over him with disinterest. Soonyoung cleared his throat when you didn’t reply, running his hand through his hair in an attempt to relieve the awkward atmosphere.

“I’m Soonyoung, but you can call me Hoshi.”

“No.” You deadpanned.

His eyes widened. Were you serious? He could hear the others trying to keep in their laughter behind him.

“Is there something you need?” You asked, raising one of your eyebrows. Soonyoung stammered, only managing to speak the words “I…” or “what?” before he sighed and lowered his head.

“Hoshi, are you done making yourself look stupid yet?” Mingyu shouted, stopping between almost every word so he could laugh. By now, there was an even bigger scene being made by Mingyu’s additional comment, much to your embarrassment.

“Excuse me,” you mumbled to him as you scurried off to the bathroom, leaving not only Soonyoung shocked but also the little audience you had gathered shocked as well.

“Wow, what a smooth talker.” Joshua clapped, a wide grin on his face. “She was all over you.”

Minghao giggled. “I recorded the entire thing. Hey, who should I send this to first?”

“Oh fuck off,” Soonyoung hissed, his face flushed with embarrassment. “Nobody needs to see that shit.”

“Right, like half the school hasn’t already.” Jeonghan gestured to the multitude of people still lingering around in the hallways, huddled in groups whispering about the events that had just happened. Glancing at Joshua after you were gone, he smirked.

“So?” Joshua asked. “What’s your judgement?”

Jeonghan sipped the last of his drink, shaking it around and poking at the ice with his straw to see if there was any left. When he discovered none, he discarded the cup in the trash and crossed his arms over his chest. “I like her.”

You spent very little time in the bathroom, your visit only being to calm your nerves and steady your thoughts, but you didn’t expect to see the same boy and the rest of his friends huddled outside the bathroom waiting for you.

Wide-eyed, you stared between the five of them.“Um…hello?”

“Hi!” Mingyu smiled at you brightly, side eyeing Jeonghan when he nudged him aside. A quiet gasp slips past your lips; this boy was gorgeous.

“I assume you have a name? Or should we continue calling you new girl?”

“My name…?” You repeated, feeling your body growing warm at the proximity between the two of you. “Oh, my name. I’m [Y/n].” Jeonghan nodded, and then he smiled at you. You felt even hotter now. A little dumb, too, certain that you were embarrassing yourself.

“That’s cute,” he said, still smiling softly. Jeonghan threw one of his arms over your shoulder, keeping you close to him as he and the rest of his friends started to walk down the hallway. “So then, you’ll sit with us at lunch, right [Y/n]?” You stared at him, dumbfounded, unable to believe that he was actually being serious with you. Soonyoung, finding this funny, couldn’t help but laugh.

“Who’s stammering now?” He quipped, earning him a glare from Jeonghan. Soonyoung didn’t speak again.

“Sit with you?” You asked again, and Jeonghan nodded. “Are you sure?” Everyone’s eyes seemed to be on you as you were basically escorted down the hall with Jeonghan at your side, except this time it wasn’t your imagination. For some reason it felt like you were being stared at now more than ever.

“Of course we’re sure.” Joshua reassured you. When he looked close enough to fully take in the look on your face, he gave you a smile that was full of sympathy. “Ignore them. They’re all assholes. We’re the nice ones!”

Joshua was right, in a way. Jeonghan and his friends were the nicest group of assholes you’ve ever been associated with. It was one of those “mean to everyone except you” type of dynamics, especially with Jeonghan himself. You knew it wasn’t wise to, but you couldn’t help how your heart would beat faster whenever he was around since he only seemed to regard you as a close friend and nothing more.

You also couldn’t help but notice that he was as oblivious as he was cute. The others noticed, (Joshua was the first, obviously, then Minghao, then Mingyu, and then Soonyoung, who was heartbroken that you’d choose Jeonghan over him, and you didn’t know if he was joking or not) but he seemed like the only one who couldn’t get a hint. Even when you were being as direct and obvious as possible, Jeonghan still remained as unaffected by your affection as a white crayon did on white paper.

By senior year, you and Jeonghan started to grow apart. It was gradual, falling out of touch with one another as the last school year just passed you both by, until it seemed like Jeonghan was once again nothing but the cute boy you knew nothing about like he had been on your first day. The rest of the boys were devastated, Joshua most of all.

Aside from you, it seemed like he was the one who wanted Jeonghan to quit being dull and realize you liked him. Just tell him already, that’s what he’d always say. You always said you would, only to end up doing the opposite.

What if Jeonghan didn’t feel the same way? What if it destroyed your friendship? What if he never wanted anything to do with you after you told him? Each question seemed more unbearable than the last. It was easier to love him than to lose him.

The last time you saw him was at graduation. After the ceremony, roaming around the parking lot past all the smiling families taking pictures of their children with their brand new diplomas, looking for your aunt’s car—you ran into him.

“[Y/n]!” He called out to you, waving both of his arms in the air to draw your attention. He hugged you once you were close enough, squeezing you a little bit. “I’m sad now, we’re not going to see each other every day anymore,” he pouted, and you smiled, even though the thought of that saddened you just as much.

Having him act so naturally with you threw you for such a loop. Talking to him like this made it feel like your friendship hadn’t come to an end, like you two were old friends who had never been apart.

“Don’t be sad. I’m sure we’ll run into each other again.” You continued to smile, trying hard to make sure it didn’t look fake. You needed to believe what you were saying if you wanted him to do the same. Luckily for you it seemed effective, because Jeonghan’s face soon broke into a smile as well before he held his pinky up to you.

“Promise?”

Now you were smiling for real. Jeonghan, at the ripe age of eighteen, still believed deeply in pinky promises. They were sacred, never to be broken, those were his words. Others may have found him childish for this, you found it noble.

Nodding, you linked your pinky with his. “Promise.”

The promise you made with Jeonghan turned five today. Five years since senior year ended, five years since you made that promise with him, five years since you’ve seen Yoon Jeonghan’s face in person.

Now you saw him everywhere; on billboards, in ads, plastered on posters in the windows of just about every store—everywhere you went, Jeonghan’s face was sure to be there.

He was certainly doing better than you, no doubt. Odds are he wouldn’t even recognize you anymore. You worked at the local Ihop, drive your aunt’s old Toyota Camry, trying to save up enough money to move out of her house and into your own apartment.

You had wanted to attend college, even if only for a little, but your aunt only had enough money stashed away to send you to that ridiculously pricey private school, not to mention room she was already taking care of you for your mom while she was still…away, and you couldn’t afford to go into debt or pay anyone back.

So while Jeonghan walked runways in Milan and New York, you stayed in town and missed him every time his name was mentioned by one of your coworkers, forcing away the feelings you harbored for him.

Something like that was bound to happen to him, though. He was already so handsome, and his parents no doubt had the connections needed to allow something like that for their son. You were happy for him. Even after all this time, you continued to remain his biggest supporter. You’d buy every product he endorsed, watch any content he was featured in, and you’d stare at his pictures in awe, unable to believe that he just always seemed to get more and more good looking.

To Jeonghan, it was different. He enjoyed the attention. He liked being told by other people how handsome he was. He liked having people who adored him. But that was about it. Not once did he enjoy waking up early, rushing from shoot to shoot, sitting through meetings, none of it. He could live without the pressure to keep smiling, or the nagging from his parents, or—worst of all—the questions on his love life.

Jeonghan had never dated anyone since becoming a model, not even in private. There were zero scandals regarding a romantic relationship when it came to him, but the media was still unconvinced. He wondered how or why they always found the time to be so nosy. Why couldn’t they understand that’s just not what he was looking for right now?

“So Jeonghan, I think you all know the question on every one of our minds, right?” Jihyo asked with a smile, shifting around in her seat a little. Jeonghan responded with his convincing fake laughs—he had to have them mastered by now after all the invasive questions he’d constantly be asked by people like the paparazzi, or in this case, talk-show hosts. “Is there a special girl in your life that you’re hiding from us?”

The audience erupted into a fit of “ooo’s” and “aah’s” all while Jeonghan tried to hide his discomfort with the subject. “Honestly, Jihyo? There really is nobody right now. I’m just…not interested in dating.”

“Oh, come on! Are you sure you’re not seeing anyone in secret?” The sound of Jihyo’s laughter echoed through the studio as is blended with the reactions from the audience. Jeonghan laughed along with her, wondering how much longer he’d be here. He’d already had to have a long meeting with his parents and his agency this morning, then done a product endorsement for a cosmetics brand afterwards, and now he was here, entertaining Jihyo and her live studio audience. Today was relatively low maintenance for him, so after he left here there was only one thing he wanted to do before going home; eat.

Jeonghan shook his head, a small smile on his face. “If I were seeing someone, they wouldn’t be a secret.”

Jihyo’s face lit up in surprise, her mouth parting as she took in his response. “Wow! It seems like Jeonghan is that kind of boyfriend, huh?” Various reactions came from the crowd, most of them being screams of Jeonghan’s name praising him for his response. “All right, that’s all the time we have for today, but tune in tomorrow to hear Jo Yuri talk about her acting debut! That’s all for now!”

“Alright, that’s it people! Let’s wrap it up!”

Jeonghan exhaled with relief, saying a polite goodbye to Jihyo before he excused himself off the set and to his car. He cursed when he noticed how dark the sky was beginning to get. Most of the places he wanted to go would be closing by now. He thought hard to remember the places that stayed open late, then remembered that the local Ihop was always open. He wasn’t the biggest fan of the place, not by a long shot, but he’d just have to suck it up for the sake of his hunger.

Business at work had been slow today. It was only Monday, and you never got too much of a crowd during the start of the week, especially not when it was so early in the morning. Chaewon had suggested the two of you take a short break in the bathroom (though knowing her, she just wanted to gossip).

“No way, [Y/n]. You’re telling me you really knew Jeonghan in high school?” Chaewon asked you, leaning against the bathroom sink as she brushed some of her hair out of her face. “What was he like?”

You shrugged as you washed your hands. “He was nice. Well, he was nice to me.” This made Chaewon gasp and grab onto your shoulder, pressing her lips together to try and hide the smile creeping onto her face.

“Oh my gosh, he was totally into you!”

Yoon Jeonghan? Into you? You laughed dryly, really finding your friend’s enthusiasm cute, but at the same time you seriously doubted it. If what he said in those interviews were true, there was no chance. He wasn’t interested in dating; in relationships altogether.

You were just about to respond to her when the door to the bathroom flew open. Sakura, your manager, was standing in the doorway staring at the two of you like she’d caught you doing something you shouldn’t have.

“What are you two still doing in here?” She asked. “Someone is waiting to have their order taken.”

“Coming,” you sighed, patting your hands dry with three paper towels too many and rushing out behind Sakura. You approached one of the booths closer to the entrance, notepad in hand. “Welcome to Ihop, what can I—”

The person sitting in the booth lowers the menu, and time seems to stop. He looks up at you. You look down at him. It was like neither of you could believe you were seeing each other in this setting, of all places.

“Jeong…han?” You mumbled, blinking rapidly to see if he was really the person sitting there. He couldn’t really be here, could he? But then he smirked and you were convinced; he was real.

“It’s good to see you too, [Y/n].” He muses, flipping back and forth through the menu a few more times before setting in down on the table. He soaks in the dumbfounded look on your face with an overly smug smile. “Don’t just stand there, sit.”

“I’m the waitress, I can’t just—”

“Sit.”

You slid down into the seat across from him without missing a beat. A part of you felt embarrassed for giving into him so easily, the part of you with dignity.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, which got you an amused laugh from Jeonghan.

“I’m hungry, [Y/n]. Why else do people come to Ihop?”

Well, it was good to know he was still a smart ass after all this time. Even if you were attracted to him, then and now, you still couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “Okay, you know that’s not what I mean.”

Jeonghan tilted his head to one side. “I live here too, remember?” Then he sighed and laughed weakly. “Has it really been that long?”

A frown found its way onto your lips. Maybe it has been that long, it was like Jeonghan was suddenly a stranger to you even after the time you’d spent together in school. Thinking about that made something inside of you ache.

“I guess it has.” You mumbled. Your eyes remained locked on the table and not Jeonghan, not even when he started to give you his order. Sliding out of the seat, you gave him your usual service industry smile. “I’ll be right back with that.”

You scrambled to the kitchen, handing off the order to the cooks. “Hey, Chaewon, can you go bring the customer out there his drink?”

Slightly skeptical, Chaewon glanced down at the glass in your hand yet took it anyway. “Why can’t you go bring it to him? You already took his order.”

“Just help me out, okay? Just this once?” The girl sighed, mumbling under her breath as she exited the kitchen. You try to take this moment to finally catch your breath and calm your nerves, but it’s quickly ruined when you hear a shriek, followed by Chaewon running back to the kitchen, a starstruck look on her face.

“Yoon Jeonghan is in our restaurant,” she says, her hand clutching the front of her shirt. “And he’s asking for you, [Y/n].”

Of course he’s asking for you. There was no way you’d get out of this little reunion with him so easily. Jeonghan never let things be simple, you’d learned that quickly from your time being friends with him.

“Just bring the food once it’s ready, Chae,” you muttered, walking out of the kitchen and back to the booth Jeonghan was seated at. He looked up at you, pointing to the spot across from him, and you sat. “Is there something you want from me, Jeonghan?”

“Just some company,” He replied with a faux pout. He noticed that you were still looking at him like you could see through his lie, so he shrugged and smiled. “Okay, fine. I really did come here to eat, but I do need help with something else too.”

Raising your eyebrows, you urged him to continue. “I need you to be my girlfriend.” If you had opened your eyes any wider, they probably might have popped out of your head.

“W-What?” You shouted. Jeonghan put one of his fingers to his lips to shush you, which only helped to get you quiet and not to calm your racing heart. “But you’re always saying…”

“Listen,” He held one of your hand with both of his. “I know, I know. I’m always saying I’m not looking to date right now. But that’s exactly why I need you. I’m hoping to get everyone off my fucking back even if it’s just for a little while. Once the news of our relationship dies down, we can call it quits.”

You felt like this was a really vivid dream; like your subconscious was playing an elaborate trick on you and that none of this was actually real. Jeonghan squeezed your hand and looked at you expectantly. This must’ve been really important to him, and he was counting on you. Curse your simple heart, seven years had passed and you still felt like the love struck sixteen year old you were when you first met him.

This was a bad idea. No, this was a terrible idea. You should tell him that. There is no way you should say—

“Okay, fine. But only until the news dies down.”

Jeonghan grinned, visibly pleased with your response.

“I knew I could count on you.”

Thinking with your brain was always hard for you to do whenever you even thought about him, so having him make such a large request of you was basically keeping you from acting with any sort of rationality.

But Jeonghan didn’t need to know all that. You propped your elbow up on the cool surface of the table and leaned your head into the palm of your hand, swallowing down your apprehension. “What are friends for?”

When you woke up the next morning, the only thing on your mind was Jeonghan. Your interaction with him at your job hadn’t been a dream. He had asked you to be his (pretend) girlfriend, and you had agreed. You partly regretted the decision like you would a hangover, knowing that you still had feelings for him and telling him you’d go along with his plans could only end so many ways. You’d have to stop thinking with your heart so often.

In your moment of doubt, you received a text from Jeonghan. After he had finished his very late lunch yesterday, he tore off a piece of the receipt and scribbled down his phone number on it for you to keep, leaving you behind with a generous tip and a fuzzy feeling in your stomach. Fucking butterflies.

He’d also left you a very lovely, romantic text.

I’m picking you up at 7:45.

Ever the charmer. You checked the time; it was exactly 7. You groaned and hoped that this wouldn’t become an everyday thing, you didn’t even go into work this early.

Jeonghan ended up arriving outside your aunt’s house ten minutes later than he said he would, which only made you feel dumb for racing against the clock to make yourself look presentable.

He kept his eyes on you as you buckled up. “Good morning.” You side-eyed him, just barely making out the stupid lopsided grin on his lips.

“For you, maybe.”

“You’ll get used to it, I already have.”

So this would be an everyday thing. Great.

Accompanying Jeonghan around had given you a unique perspective on your own life. You had already thought there was a lot on your own plate, but Jeonghan, you weren’t sure how he handled it all. Sitting through meetings, fittings, hair and makeup, and photoshoot after photoshoot was tiring you out and you weren’t even the model.

You did like the rush of pride you got whenever Jeonghan introduced you as his girlfriend. Getting to see the shocked look on the faces of the people who worked beside him made you feel like you were important. If you didn’t have to get up so early all the time, maybe this was something you could get used to.

“It’s boring, right?” Jeonghan said, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“What do you mean?”

He sighed, waving away the man that was wiping off his makeup. “The sitting around, the waiting, all of it. You’re bored, aren’t you?”

You raised one of your eyebrows. “Why would you think I’m bored?” You asked. “Are you bored?”

“Obviously,” he scoffed in reply. “I would’ve rather done pretty much anything else. I mentioned being a model, like, one time and they just went with it. I didn’t wanna argue with my parents, though.” He shrugged, and that was it.

There was a sudden awkward tension in the air with Jeonghan’s overly honest confession. You glanced at the man who was in charge of removing his makeup, sharing a sheepish look with him before breaking eye contact. He was two for two on the eye opening revelations today, and you weren’t too sure you could handle a third.

Clearing your throat, you tried to think of a way to steer the conversation into a different direction. “So, uh, where to after this?”

“The gym. I would’ve gone tomorrow but Joshua said he’d meet me there.”

Finally, a break in this drag of a schedule of his. And you’d get to see Joshua. You could feel your boredom melting away like ice on a hot day as you got up and stretched.

“I’ll be in the car.”

So, about the visit to the gym…

It was fine at first. Normal. You greeted Joshua, hugged him, expressed how good it was to see him and how much you had missed him after all this time, and he smiled and done the same.

Speaking of Joshua, he had almost screamed when Jeonghan mentioned that you and him were seeing each other, and when he looked at you to confirm that he was telling the truth, he did scream, earning him confused and concerned stares from the people around you. Lying to him warded off the happy feeling you had built up on the way over here in a heartbeat, so you stayed silent for the duration of his workout with Jeonghan.

“Shit, dude, I gotta go. Something just came up,” Joshua apologized quickly and rushed out of the building, leaving just you, Jeonghan, and a small handful of other people rich or important enough to get into this private space.

You weren’t sure why, maybe it was the hot, sticky air of the gym. Maybe it was Jeonghan sitting there, all sweaty and panting and looking at you with that stupidly sexy smirk on his face. Maybe it was a bunch of other things you couldn’t bring your mind to conjure up the words for, but something was about to happen, you could feel it.

“I should shower.” Jeonghan suddenly said, parting his sweaty body from the machine he had been occupying. His eyes flashed with something you couldn’t quite place. “Wanna join?”

That’s the short version of how you ended up pressed up against the wall gym shower, your back to Jeonghan as he took you from behind. Your head spun with desire and a dash of shame. Even though it felt really good, you hadn’t even kissed Jeonghan once since declaring your status as (fake) girlfriend and boyfriend.

“Oh, baby. If I had known you felt this good I’d have done this ages ago,” Jeonghan moaned into your ear, and you could feel your knees buckle under you. That sweet-talking mouth of his would definitely be a problem for you, you were calling it now. Hearing such vulgar comments fall from his lips so naturally made you wonder why he was so good at this.

“F-Fuck, Jeonghan. Don’t stop…” The tiles of the small shower felt cold and wet against your skin, the feeling being the only thing keeping you somewhat grounded. Jeonghan’s hands held your hips tightly when you almost slipped as he mumbled something about being careful. If you weren’t in this position you’d have slapped him. “You’re not funny.”

Jeonghan isn’t bothered by your remark in the slightest. He snaps his hips forward, loving the way you gasp and push yourself back to meet his thrusts. He really thought you looked cute like this, so easily losing your composure because of him. He knew about the effect he could have on people, but none of them mattered now that he saw how you reacted to him. “Tell me how it feels baby.”

“So good, Jeonghan. F-Feels so fucking good.” You whined, your mine tuned in on the feeling of his wet skin against yours and the sounds of both of your moans.

“That’s right, feels so good. You’re so cute, you know that?”

Your muscles clenching around his cock when he said that was the one thing that seemed to have Jeonghan lose his cool. He nestled his face in the crook of your neck, kissing and sucking at the skin there while he rubbed your clit in fast circles, urging you closer and closer to the bliss of your release.

“Gonna…I’m g-gonna—” You try to say only to be cut off by your own hoarse wail of Jeonghan’s name as your orgasm hits you. Afraid that you might fall, Jeonghan holds onto you even tighter all while continuing to fuck you through your high. He glances down, biting his lip at the sight of the white ring forming at the base of his cock and the streaks of cum streaking down your inner thighs. Never did he think a visual so filthy would get him off, but he couldn’t help but bite your shoulder and curse quietly as he felt himself cum.

The water had gone cold by now, making the realization of just how long you’d been in here weigh heavy on your mind. Jeonghan squeezed one of your hips before he pulled out of you and stepped out to find some towels. You turned off the cool water, leaning back against the same wall you’d just been fucked against and sighed.

Now you really couldn’t go back.

Out of nowhere, a hauntingly embarrassing thought crawled its way into your mind. “Oh no,” you gasped. “Jeonghan, what if someone heard us?” He just laughed at your panicked words.

“Private gym, private showers.” He explained, smiling when you visibly relaxed. “You make some pretty funny faces, has anyone ever told you that?”

You rolled your eyes, but there was a smile on your face. “Yeah, you have, back in school.” There had been many instances in your teenage years where Jeonghan had often laughed harder to your reactions to certain events more than the event itself, and he’d always tell you how “fascinating” your range of facial expressions were. History does repeat itself after all. “Has it really been that long?” Hearing the words he’d said to you the other day elicited a soft chuckle from Jeonghan as he pulled your body closer to his, wrapping one of the warm towels around your shivering frame.

You didn’t like the way your heart was beating faster at an action as simple as that as if he hadn’t just had his way with you in that little cubicle this place dared to call a shower, but you just laughed with him and hoped that he wouldn’t notice.

“I guess it has.”

When you returned to work on Friday, you received a warm welcome from your favorite coworker and best friend.

Translation: Chaewon screaming at the top of her lungs and shaking you back and forth.

“You didn’t tell me you’re DATING YOON JEONGHAN!” Her grip was entering bruise territory. “I thought we were friends!”

“Chaewon, please,” Sakura sighed, prying you out of her arms. “You’re dating that boy that came in the other day? What’s the big deal?”

Chaewon had never looked so shocked. Well, that’s a lie, but right now that’s just how her face looked. “The big deal is him! He’s literally everywhere, Sakura. He’s YOON JEONGHAN!”

The customers could no doubt hear her frantic screaming from the kitchen despite your best efforts to make her quiet down. Unfortunately trying to get Chaewon to calm down was like trying to get a penguin to fly.

“How do you even know about that anyway?” You asked. Chaewon held up a finger, quickly pulling her phone out of her pocket and typing a few words into google and hitting search. She held it out to you and Sakura, and your jaw dropped.

Pictures of you and Jeonghan leaving the gym together, hand in hand, along with a plethora of articles inquiring about your identity as Jeonghan’s girlfriend. Your face wasn’t visible in any of them, but anyone who knew you could tell that you were the one beside him in those photos.

“Oh, wow. Yeah, that’s you alright.” Sakura hummed without even sparing you a glance. “That’s nice. He’s a handsome guy. Good for you, [Y/n].”

You smiled, feeling a little awkward with all the sudden attention. “Thanks, Kkura.” You couldn’t even prepare yourself to be grabbed by Chaewon a second time, so you just let it happen.

“Tell. Me. Everything.”

“Uh…”

“You can talk after work,” Sakura sighed, pulling you away from Chaewon once again. “[Y/n]’s boyfriend will still be with her after her shift is over.”

You really hoped so.

For almost the entirety of your shift, you were somewhat unfocused on your actual job and more on the leaked pictures of you and Jeonghan. Never had you been used to having so much attention on you, especially over a guy. Of course, Jeonghan wasn’t just any guy, but still. All of the hype had to be because of what he’d always preached about not being interested in dating, no doubt, but other than that your sentiment was similar to that of your manager’s: what’s the big deal?

Chaewon also seemed off, though it was mostly only because she couldn’t wait to pick your brain about your relationship with the model. She kept looking at you and smiling for the entirety of your shift, and you’d just try and pretend you didn’t see her. It was working fine until you know who came back to pay you another unexpected visit.

“Hey, your boyfriend is here!” She whispered to you when you returned from a quick trip to the bathroom. You felt confused and surprised at the same time, he was supposed to be…anywhere but here right now. The stupid organ in your chest jumped when you considered the possibility that he was actually here for you.

Making your way to the front of the restaurant, Jeonghan stood there, hands in his pockets, looking pleased to see you.

“Jeonghan, what are you doing here?” He pouted at you.

“Is that the only question you know how to ask me?” You crossed your arms, not in the mood for his little games right now. “Sorry, fine. I wanted to see you. Make sure you’re handling the news well.”

“News…? Oh, that.” You weren’t too thrilled to talk about your sudden rise to fame even though it had been the only thing on your mind ever since finding out from Chaewon today. Kind of ironic. “It’s whatever, I guess. I mean, I couldn’t believe it when Chaewon showed me the pictures, but that was pretty much it.” You shrugged.

“Wow,” Jeonghan hummed. “Have you always been this blunt? Where’s the girl with the bob? I like her energy better.” He started to laugh, the sound only getting louder when you hit him on the chest. You knew didn’t hurt him, not even in the slightest, and his cute giggling only made you madder. Damn him and his smart mouth. “Just kidding, baby.”

And there he goes with the nicknames again. Seriously, damn him and his smart talking, filthy, mouth and all the words he’d speak with it to get you all flustered.

“You never answered me. Don’t you have a photo shoot or a fitting, or, I don’t know, somewhere else to be instead of Ihop on a Friday?”

Jeonghan just smiled at you. “Forgive me for wanting to just stop by and say hello to my girlfriend.”

“Jeonghan.”

Your eyes watched him as he tried to bite back the smile on his lips to no avail. He nodded slowly, seemingly getting the hint that you could always manage to see right through him. He didn’t know if it was a good or bad thing.

“Alright, alright. You remember that show I was on not too long ago? The one with Jiyho?” Of course you remembered. Chaewon had sent the link to the video once it was uploaded to youtube (like she did with everything involving Jeonghan) along with a bunch of incorrectly spelled words in all caps expressing her excitement and disbelief. He continued speaking once you nodded. “Yeah, so, she pretty much wants me back on the show…with you.” He puts his hands on your shoulders, waiting for you to object to the whole thing.

But you don’t object. You glance to the side once, then back at him, and shrug like you had done moments earlier. “Okay. I’m off on Wednesdays and Thursdays.” The man in front of you sighed and shook his head.

“She wants us there tomorrow. Can’t you get someone else to come in for you, or something?”

You exhaled a heavy, dramatic sigh. “Fine. But you owe me, okay? This is coming out of my paycheck.” The look of utter happiness on Jeonghan’s face whenever you give into him is something you think you’ll never get tired of seeing, like he really thought it’d take more convincing to get you to say yes. You’ve literally been wrapped around his finger since you were sixteen, it was honestly surprising that he had the nerve to explain himself to you sometimes when you damn near lacked the ability to say no to him.

“You’re the best,” he was still smiling when he pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow, okay? Wear something cute.”

You made some sort of strange yet quiet noise of acknowledgment, watching him with slightly parted lips as he walked out of the doors and back to his car. Jeonghan had just kissed you. On the forehead, yeah, but it was still a kiss. And not like he had kissed you in the shower, either, this one felt different. Tingly. You’d have probably stayed rooted to that spot if Sakura hadn’t started yelling for you to get back to work.

“Coming!”

Mornings always seemed to come too fast for you, especially when you were going anywhere with Jeonghan. Time had to be speeding up on purpose knowing that you were always rushing to get ready lest you make Jeonghan late to one of his unmissable and very important (that you were still shocked to discover how much he despised) events.

You were worried about wearing the “wrong thing” even though you had no idea you should wear for something like this and texted Jeonghan for help last night. He responded with a short explanation of what he’d be wearing and said that you could just wear whatever you thought would match or complement what he’d have on. And then he’d sent one more a few minutes after that. One that read:

good night [y/n] sleep thigh

You had responded with a series of question marks, expecting some kind of explanation or clarification, but he must’ve gone to sleep right after that because there was no response for the rest of the night.

So when you had settled yourself into the passenger seat of his car, you’d decide to question him about it now.

“Oh, I meant sleep tight,” Jeonghan told you. He pointed at the seatbelt, staring at you until you were buckled up and only then did the car start to move. “Were you really thinking about that all night? Even I make spelling mistakes, [Y/n].”

You could sense that he was about to start laughing even before you started talking. “No! I just…whatever, nevermind.” And you’d been right, Jeonghan laughed just like he always did whenever you seemed to make what you considered a fool of yourself in front of him. He noticed that you were frowning from the corner of his eye and placed one of his hands on your thigh. You flinched at the contact.

“What?” He asked, starting to pull it away, but you grabbed it and placed it back down.

“Nothing.” You shook your head. “It’s nothing. Your hands are just cold.” This made him smirk. He poked your cheek, your forearm, and your upper thigh, the smile on his face getting wider each time you shivered and tried to push it away. “Quit it!”

“You like it,” he was giggling now, and you were too. You didn’t even realize that you were until he had pointed to your mouth and laughed even harder. As long as Jeonghan had known you, you’d never giggled before. He joked that he was starting to rub off on you as he poked you with his cold fingers one more time. “I like that dress, by the way.” His hand found its way back to your thigh, feeling slightly less cold now. Maybe the heat of your body was warming him up, because you definitely felt hot right now.

“Thank you.”

“Mhm. You wore it just for me, didn’t you?”

Your eyes grew the slightest bit wider. That was partly the truth, yes. You’d also worn it because he’d told you to wear something nice and this dress just so happened to be one of the nicest pieces of clothing you owned that was appropriate for an event like this. The former option seemed to be the one he was more interested in though, seeing as how he was pushing up the hem of the dress and glancing at your underwear—and the wet patch on it.

“Well, yeah, you kinda told me to.” Jeonghan loved the fact that you were actively choosing to either ignore the fact that you were wet right now or pretend like it didn’t faze you. He pressed one of his (still somewhat cold) fingers on the spot and started to rub it, making you shiver and moan. “J-Jeonghan, you’re doing this now?”

“Ah, you know what? You’re right. My hands are still cold, aren’t they?” He mumbled, but his hand stayed placed firmly against your upper thigh. You hated the way you whined at his teasing and the way you craved more. “Aww, baby. I was just doing what you wanted. Are you mad at me now?”

“You’re literally the worst!” Huffing, you slapped his hand away and Jeonghan, stubborn as ever, just placed it right back down on your thigh. “Don’t touch me.” You tried sounding stern despite the way you were starting to grin, much to Jeonghan’s amusement.

“I owe you one, okay?” His voice was full of nothing but sincerity as he pulled the edges of your dress back down. “Put on a good show for Jihyo and I’ll let you cum as many times as you want later, deal?”

Your response came immediately, like you hadn’t even had to think about it. “Deal.”

Jihyo was even prettier in person. You weren’t used to seeing her without her hair in a bob, like Chaewon, but she seemed to be in the process of growing her hair out. Her skin was a little tanner in person and she had a smile that was kind and natural, which made you feel at ease.

“So, everyone, I’m sure you’ve all seen the pictures, right? Of Jeonghan and his supposed girlfriend?” Jihyo turned so that she faced the audience, nodding along at their responses. “I know, I saw them too, and when I tell you my jaw literally dropped. I was like, I’ve gotta get him back on the show. Well here he is, everyone! And with his mystery girl too!” She held one of her arms out and the audience erupted into applause seeing you and Jeonghan hand in hand walk onto the set. Jihyo clapped as well, watching the two of you the whole time while you took your seats beside each other.

“It’s good to be back, Jihyo. Thanks for having me.” Jeonghan was as polite as ever, his fingers still interlaced with your own. The woman just scoffed and shook her head.

“Oh, it’s nothing! You know how much of a joy you are to have on set.” Then she turned to you, eyebrows shooting up. “And you! What’s your name, sweetie?”

“I’m [Y/n].” The smile on your face was a little awkward, but the audience still received the interaction positively and applauded once more.

“Well [Y/n], aren’t you a lucky girl?” She leaned a little forward in her seat. “You’re doing what a lot of other girls could literally only dream of. How does it feel to be dating Jeonghan?”

It’s everything I’ve ever wanted. It’s like a dream come true. It’s perfect, in every sense of the word. And it’s all one big lie.

“It’s…it’s really crazy to think about it, you know? Like, I’m just a normal girl, but I’m dating him?” You ended your reply by gesturing to Jeonghan, both of you smiling. More clapping came from the audience. It seemed to be going well.

“That’s totally understandable. If I were you, I would’ve lost it. You probably did lose it a little, I would imagine, right?” You nodded at her question, recalling the day he had proposed the whole idea to you. Thinking about how you managed to keep your nerves under control in that situation amazed you, followed by a surge of pride for being able to keep up your act on nonchalance so well when in Jeonghan’s presence. So in Jihyo’s words, yeah, you did lose it just a little.

“Right, right. And you, mister, how long has this been going on?” Jihyo pointed one of her neatly manicured fingers right at Jeonghan. “I remember you saying you’d never keep that special someone a secret.”

Jeonghan leaned back and rested his hands flat on the arms of his chair. “[Y/n] wasn’t ready to be in the public eye. She was just nervous, and I’d never make her do something she didn’t want to. Forgive me.” Seeing the fake pout on his lips caused one to form on Jihyo’s face as well. He was pretty good at this lying on the spot stuff. Maybe a little too good.

“You sweet thing. What a considerate boyfriend. Anyone else feeling a little bit jealous right now?” Jihyo glanced at the audience, responding as eagerly as ever. “I’m definitely feeling a little envious. Like just a pinch. No, but seriously, I wanna know everything. Oh, tell us this: who fell in love first? I’m really curious.”

You sat up in your seat a little straighter. Should you answer? Should you tell the truth? Would Jeonghan finally get the hint you just confessed right now, or would he think you’re just playing along?

“I did.” You snapped your head in Jeonghan’s direction, and you felt tingly again. It didn’t help that he winked at you either, insinuating that this was yet another lie and that you should continue to act naturally. The audience was eating this up.

Jihyo held her hands over her open mouth, looking between you and the crowd. “Wow! I��just wow! I’m so shocked! I was expecting you to be the one who…” She couldn’t even finish speaking given her exasperation, but you could read between the lines. Jihyo wasn’t the only one thrown for a loop with his answer, you genuinely had no idea he would say that. “[Y/n], sweetie, did you know he was the one who liked you first?”

“No,” you were being honest for the first time. “I’m just as shocked as you are.” You look at Jeonghan once again, your eyes immediately noticing the smug look written all over his face. You didn’t like it.

A few more questions later, Jihyo announced that there was “no more time, sorry, i know,” and started to dismiss everyone on the set. You and Jeonghan gave her one last round of polite smiling and goodbyes before you let Jeonghan escort you back to his car. The difference in your moods was stark; Jeonghan seemed to be on cloud nine while you were still hung up over what he had told Jihyo earlier.

“Um, Jeonghan, about what you said back there…”

“I know, right! Did you see the faces of the people in the audience?” He looked so happy, sounded so happy. Anyone could tell he was enjoying the attention. You weren’t. You wanted answers.

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, I saw them. They really just eat up anything you say, even if you’re lying.”

For the first time in a while, you noticed a dramatic change in Jeonghan’s expression. It was only for a second, maybe less, but it happened. Something like nervousness mixed with a dash of sadness and a pinch of guilt mixed together and slapped right onto the canvas of his face to create the masterpiece of his composure being lost. And then just as quickly as he let it fall, he slapped the mask back onto his face in the form of that carefree grin.

“I know, and I’m sorry baby. I’ll drop you off and then we’ll talk all about it.”

Jeonghan was good at keeping his promises. He kept the one you made at graduation to see you again—which was probably just dumb luck, but it counted. He kept the one he made to you after you left the gym and brought you to your favorite coffee place so you could a drink and a cake pop. He even kept the one he made to you in Junior year when you dropped Minghao’s phone in the pool (you both blamed it on Mingyu). He had not kept his promise to talk to you about what he said in the interview with Jihyo. You were too occupied with his other promise (technically, it was a deal) you’d made with him before that.

“You’re a natural on camera, baby,” He whispered into your ear, running his hands up and down your sides. Jeonghan had his hand down your underwear the whole drive back to your aunt’s house, and when he finally pulled into the driveway, you were scrambling into his lap. Seeing you so worked up made Jeonghan feel good. He leaned back the drivers seat and let you grind against his erection, flooding the inside of your mind until you could think of nothing but him. “I can tell they just loved you.”

“You really talk too much sometimes,” You mumbled. Jeonghan loved nothing more than when you talked back to him, it only made things more fun when he watched you fall apart on his cock in the moments that would follow. “You and your filthy mouth.”

“Shut me up then.”

Jeonghan licked his lips, and you watched him do so with bated breath. He was challenging you. Up until now, you had never kissed each other. You were afraid that if you did, some kind of invisible, imaginary line would be crossed and then it’d be that much harder to let him go. But what the hell, you’d already had him balls deep inside of you, what was a kiss compared to that?

His perfect, pink, lips were calling out to you like a siren does a sailor. There was no resistance when you finally kissed him, finally feeling the softness of his lips against your own. Jeonghan pulls you closer, the sudden friction between your bare core and his clothed cock making the two of you moan into the other’s mouth.

“Ride me,” He whispered with need. Need, you thought, Jeonghan needed this from you. This would’ve been the ideal time to tease him back considering his current state. But fuck, you needed him too.

Jeonghan helped you unbutton his pants and slide them down along with his boxers just enough for you to sink down onto his aching cock. It felt different, but not in a bad way. He felt so much deeper, so much better, so much closer.

He let a chuckle slip past his lips. “Your heart…it’s beating fast.” His ability to be snarky and annoying never seemed to escape him.

“Is yours not?” You asked him while you rocked your hips back and forth lazily. The last thing you wanted to do was rush this moment, this might be the last time you got to have him like this, you wanted it to last. Jeonghan wrapped his hand around one of your wrists and placed it flat against his chest.

His heart was beating just as fast as yours.

There was probably a word out there somewhere to properly convey the emotions you were feeling, not that you could think of it right now with the way Jeonghan was scrambling not only your insides—but your mind, too.

Neither of you spoke again after that. You became caught up in the moment, in the way each other felt. Jeonghan’s eyes fluttered closed when the motions of your hips became faster, the obscene sound of his moaning overpowering your own gasps and whines of pleasure. He looked a fucked out mess; swollen lips, dark eyes, messy hair, the whole nine yards. If your eyes could take pictures, you’d want a million of him in this moment.

Jeonghan couldn’t stop kissing you. He’d been waiting for you to take the initiative, to let go of your hesitation. And now he was addicted to you and the way you kissed him and slipped your tongue into his mouth like you just couldn’t get enough.

“‘M gonna fucking cum, baby,” he breathed, thrusting up into you without warning. You wrapped your arms around his neck, panting, feeling yourself get close too. He kissed you, sloppily, his dick bruising the spongy spot inside you until you were seeing white. No less than a few seconds later Jeonghan was doing the same, your sloppy cunt milking him dry. You stayed like that for a while, his forehead pressed to yours, until the speed and sound of your breathing fell into the same rhythm.

“I’ve gotta go,” is how he chose to break the silence, kissing you to silence your whine of protest. “I know, I’m sorry. But hey, my family is having a party in a few weeks. Some business shit, probably for publicity. I don’t know all the details, but they told me to bring you so they could finally meet you in person.”

You couldn’t muster any other response aside from a sigh. “I’ll be there.”

He kissed you one last time. “That’s my girl.”

One promise kept, another one broken.

“You know, that day you asked me to cover your shift, I didn’t expect it was because you were running off with your boyfriend to go on some talk show,” Yeonjun mumbled, taking the somewhat heavy box labeled “bathroom” out of your hands and walking it to that room. “It must be nice, right?” His voice echoed through the empty space of your new apartment.

“Why, you jealous?” You could hear him scoff all the way from the bathroom, making you and Chaewon laugh.

It’s been two weeks since you’ve heard from Jeonghan. His schedule has gotten increasingly busier ever since his reappearance on Jihyo’s show (which only made the news of your relationship more popular) , and you missed him for a multitude of reasons. One of them being that talk you never had about what he’d said that day. Every time you’d try to bring it up with him there was always a way he managed to weasel his way out of giving you an answer, so you’d given up trying at this point.

In better news, you’d finally managed to save up enough money to move out of your aunts house and into a decent little apartment downtown. It was kind of small, but it was just you, so you were fine with it. Today you’d finally started to move in most of your things. Joshua, Mingyu, and Soonyoung would come over tomorrow to help you set up your bed and shelves and other things that required the ability to decipher Ikea instructions. Minghao would come too, but not to help put anything together. He just wanted to scope out the place and advise you on the best way to decorate it.

So for now it was just you, your coworkers, and a couple of boxes containing the few things that you owned.

“What was it like seeing Jihyo in person?” Chaewon asked, taking a seat on the edge of the kitchen counter.

“She was nice. And pretty. She’s also more tan in person.” You replied. “I really need to go to the store, I’ve barely got any real furniture.” You stared into your box labeled “kitchen” and felt taunted by the plastic cutlery that rested inside.

There was a sudden knock at the door. You looked at Chaewon and she shrugged, just as clueless as you. You padded to the door, unlocking it and opening it just a crack. It was Jeonghan. Chaewon gasped, and you could hear her jump off of the counter and shuffle over to the doorway. He looked tired and a little annoyed standing there with his hands buried in his pockets. Today must’ve been one of his off days because he was dressed way more casually than he normally was.

“Hey baby. Hi Chaewon.” His voice sounded slightly deeper than you were used to hearing it. Chaewon waved tentatively from her position behind you. “Can I come in?” You took a step to the side, enough to let him come in, and he looked around the mostly empty space with an unreadable expression. “You never told me you moved out of your aunt’s place.”

“Right, yeah, sorry,” You shrugged. “You were just so busy, I didn’t want to bother you. It just slipped my mind.” Jeonghan just shook his head and leaned against the counter.

“It’s fine, I would’ve made time to stop by and help if I’d known. Would’ve been better than all the shit I’ve been doing.”

Chaewon stood awkwardly to the side, soon accompanied by a clueless Yeonjun who had just gotten over the initial shock of seeing Jeonghan inside your apartment. “Um…we should get going right now actually. We’ll come back another day, okay [Y/n]?” She smiled at you and waved to Jeonghan with a bit more confidence this time and yanked Yeonjun out of the apartment behind her by his wrist, shutting the door behind her with a kick of her foot.

The air suddenly felt a lot thicker.

“Do you think you could do me a favor?”

You hummed questioningly, watching Jeonghan’s head drop down and his gaze lower. You followed his eyes all the way down to the bulge in his pants. He frowned when you started laughing.

“This is funny to you?” You only laughed harder, one of your hands hovering over your mouth. “I don’t find anything funny about this.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you spoke through your laughs. “How did this even happen?”

He leans his head back and sighs. “I was thinking about you.” Your laughter immediately stops.

You’ve just come to two realizations.

1. Jeonghan admits he gets hard at the mere thought of you.

2. He came running here during one of his few days off because he wants your help dealing with it.

You felt a mix of things right now. Horny—obviously—but also proud, and kind of special. Weirdly enough, you liked the idea of Jeonghan running to you to find some sort of release. Or maybe you just really missed him in the wrong way.

“Come here.” Jeonghan beckons you closer, cupping your face in his hands and rubbing his thumb along your bottom lip. “You’re so pretty…”

“You too,” came your mumbled reply. You reached down to palm him through his sweatpants, eliciting a drawn-out groan from Jeonghan. His hips bucked into your hand, one of his hands wrapped firmly around your wrist similarly to the way he’d done in the car. You slowly sank to your knees, never once breaking eye contact with him.

The sight of you on your knees, looking up at him through your eyelashes and your bottom lip between your teeth, Jeonghan could’ve blown a fucking load right then and there.

“Did you miss me, Hannie?”

Jeonghan sucked in a sharp breath when you yanked down his pants and boxers at the same time, exposing his cock to the cool air of your apartment. “I always miss you, baby.”

You paused for a moment and wondered if he really meant that, but with his dick literally in your face you came to the conclusion that maybe it wasn’t the best time to mull things over. You peppered his tip with kisses and ran your hands up and down the base. You’d almost forgotten how much you love it when he moans for you.

“S-so good…you’re so good to me,” he rested his hands on the top of your head, breathing shakily when you finally closed your lips around him. Just when he thought he couldn’t become any more addicted to you, you went and proved him wrong.

You choked and dug your fingers into his thighs at an unexpected show of force from Jeonghan, pushing his cock deeper down your throat with a thrust of his hips. A loud gag shot out of your mouth when it hit the back of your throat, tears starting to well up inside of your eyes. He would’ve apologized if he didn’t think you didn’t like the sight of you like this. “You’re fucking perfect,” he said it without thinking, too caught up in the moment.

A single tear trailed down your cheek. You moaned around him and he copied the sound, the vibrations making him shiver with pleasure. Your jaw was starting to hurt, just a little, but Jeonghan seemed too far gone go notice anything but his own need to cum down your throat. You whined as loudly as you could, and that’s when he finally seemed to get the memo.

His grip became the slightest bit looser, letting you wrap your hands around whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth. You feel kind of gross when you notice that there’s spit dripping down your chin, but Jeonghan thought it was one of the hottest things he’d ever seen. He literally couldn’t take his eyes off of you, big brown eyes now dark with arousal.

“Will you be good and swallow for me, pretty girl?” He asked, though the question seemed entirely unnecessary given that you would’ve done so anyway. Nevertheless, you hummed in agreement, which was all he needed before the warmth of his cum spilled into your mouth. His body went limp once you tore yourself away from him and he leaned back against the countertop.

“I’ve never actually done that before, by the way,” you mentioned all too casually. Jeonghan stared at you, completely dumbfounded, like you hadn’t just sucked the soul out of him. Your face felt hot when you noticed his face. “What?”

“It’s kind of hard for me to believe that after what you just did, but okay.” He shook his head. “Oh, by the way, the party my parents are having is on a Thursday. Totally random, I know, but at lease you won’t have to call off and miss work. You can still make it, right?”

He really remembered that?

“Yeah…I can still come.” Jeonghan smiled and kissed the tip of your nose. It made you giggle. Maybe he really was rubbing off on you after all.

“Perfect.” You expected that to be it and for him to leave you, but instead he picked up one of the boxes on the floor and began unpacking the contents inside. “Do you like it here?”

“Huh?” You pushed aside the shock you felt by him still being here to give a proper answer. “Oh, yeah. It’s nice. The people upstairs are kind of loud at night, though.”

Now he was giggling. You groaned and rolled your eyes. “Not that kind of loud, Jeonghan. You’re so gross.” He was smiling at you, totally unbothered.

“You love me.”

Oh, if only he knew.

Thursday has never come so fast. Time definitely had something against you, and this was the proof.

The venue for the party—some building as fancy as it was big located in the heart of the city—was hot with dim lights and hallways that were way too long. Dozens of people were lined up around the entrance with cameras and microphones. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from them, even from the passengers seat of Jeonghan’s car, and he grumbled.

“The fucking press is still out here?”

It’s late in the evening. The sun is setting. They’ve been camping out here for days. These people are nothing if not devoted.

“You did say this was a publicity event,” you squeezed his hand. “We’ll just walk fast and smile.”

A smile broke onto his face. “I’ve only done that, like, three times.”

“I remember it being more than that, actually.”

He pouted at you, making you giggle. He was so cute it was almost unbelievable.

“Are you nervous?”

“Well, maybe just a little.” It wasn’t the party or the public that scared you, but the idea of meeting Jeonghan’s parents made your stomach churn. He eased your worries with a kiss, then another, and another.

“You’ll be fine. I promise.”

You wanted to believe him. You don’t know if you really do. There’s no fooling your brain, but your heart is much more easily swayed by his words. He holds your hand tightly as he leads you past the hundreds of cameras and people crying out your name followed by some of the strangest questions you’ve probably ever been asked—no, definitely ever been asked. You squint your eyes, allowing them to adjust to the low interior lighting, and you can see two people approaching. Jeonghan’s thumb rubs the back of your hand to soothe you.

“Ready?” He mumbles. You smile and nod.

“Not like I have a choice.”

“Jeonghan! [Y/n]! So happy you could make it.” His father greets you warmly, paired with a smile and a firm handshake. His mom is a bit less reserved with her affection, immediately pulling you into a hug.

“You look lovely, dear. Absolutely stunning.” You smile at the compliment. “It’s so good to finally meet you in person.”

“I feel the same. I’m still a little shaky.” You laughed and it seemed to ease the tension, given the way his parents laughed along with you. His father handed you a skinny glass of champagne which you eagerly accepted, sipping down the bubbly liquid. Jeonghan let go of your hand, now holding a glass of his own.

“I hope Jeonghan doesn’t give you too much trouble. We know he can be a bit of a handful at times.” The woman said, getting another laugh out of his father and you.

“Mom, please.”

“No, it’s okay. He’s really such a great guy. Our time together has been…” You sucked in a breath and glanced up at Jeonghan. He looked down at you, smirking. “…special.”

“Jeonghan? Oh, it really is him! Jeonghannie!”

You and Jeonghan both turned your heads to search for the source of the voice, both of your eyes landing on a girl with dark hair and plump lips waving at Jeonghan.

“Momo,” he smiled at her. “Good to see you. I didn’t know you’d be here.”

Momo smiled back. “We would’ve been here earlier, but Sana couldn’t decide on what to wear and Mina wasn’t being any help.” She huffed at the memory and shook her head. “But we’re here now. Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t even see you.”

You smiled tightly, trying to remain polite. “It’s fine.” It wasn’t fine. It was the exact opposite of fucking fine. Not only was this Momo girl interrupting your moment with Jeonghan and his parents, but she was also acting as if you were invisible. And worst of all, Jeonghan seemed less bored with her sudden appearance and was paying more attention to her than you.

You paused. Were you getting jealous?

“Hey, you don’t mind if Jeonghan takes some pictures with me and my friends, right?” She put a hand on your arm and squeezed lightly, snapping you out of your daze.

“No, it’s okay.” Momo smiled again, and you couldn’t help but notice just how pretty she was. With your approval, Momo linked her arm with Jeonghan’s, leading him to the opposite end of the room where two other girls stood waiting, their faces lighting up at the sight of the male model she had managed to drag along with her.

“Come on [Y/n] dear, he’ll be back. Oh, there are some people we’d like you to meet. Have you met Kang Seulgi? She’s a very talented designer.” Jeonghan’s mom rambled on, guiding you towards an expectant looking crowd of people.

Shockingly (well, it was shocking to you), your attention is the one thing that the majority of the other guests seem to be after. Many of them gather around you and Jeonghan’s parents, hanging off every word you say and looking at you like you’re one of the most precious things they’ve ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on. The topic of the evening is, of course, your relationship with Jeonghan.

"It's..." You search for him in the somewhat dark expanse of space, but you couldn't find him anywhere. He probably ran off somewhere with Joshua, no doubt.

Jeonghan had fucked you over. He’d brought you here just to abandon you. He made you feel special just so you’d make him look good in front of his parents. You felt like some kind of broken toy, so easily thrown to the side once he no longer wanted to play with you.

"I don't know. It's a lot of things. I'm happy though, you know? He's good to me." You smiled, the lie stinging your throat and burning your tongue. There was only so much more of all this attention you could take.

“You’re so lovely, [Y/n].”

“Isn’t she just a dear?”

“She’s the sweetest! Don’t you just love her?”

And there it was; your breaking point. One of your hands flew over your mouth, keeping the pathetic sob from escaping. Concern flashed across the faces of the guests, and you apologized as best as you could as you pushed your way through the mass of bodies and out to the hallway. None of them followed you, probably still confused as to why you had even run away in the first place, but it didn’t matter. None of this mattered.

Jeonghan’s friends loved you. The media loved you. His parents loved you. All these guests whose names you didn’t even know loved you. Everyone loved you but Jeonghan, so in the end none of it even mattered. He had no problem discarding you when you were no longer of use to him, like you were nothing, because he didn’t love you.

You finally cried. The regret, the guilt, it consumed you. You slid down to the floor, your face covered by your hands, crying on the floor like a child.

“[Y/n]?”

You could recognize Jeonghan’s voice in a heartbeat. He stared down at you, worry written all over his pretty face, but you gave him no response.

“Why are you crying?”

He knelt down beside you, trying to get you to at least look at him. You wiped away the last of your tears and sighed.

“I think we need to end this, Jeonghan.”

“What?” He seemed genuinely shocked that you said that. “[Y/n], we’re more popular than ever. That wasn’t the deal.”

You picked yourself up off of the floor, suddenly overcome with anger. "Is that seriously all you care about? How popular you are? What about me?”

His silence was painful.

“God, of course. I don’t even know why I bothered asking. You only care about yourself.”

“That’s not true. I care about you, [Y/n]. You know that.” Jeonghan frowned.

Under different circumstances you might’ve believed him, let him sway you with his sweet words and sad little expression.

“Do you? It feels like you only care about me when you want your dick sucked or when you want someone to clap for you.”

The look on his face changed in an instant. Jeonghan’s patience was wearing thin, you could tell, but there was a part of him that was holding back.

“If that’s how you really feel, why didn’t you say anything? Why even agree to do this in the first place?”

The words came flying out before you could stop them. “Because I love you, Jeonghan! I’ve always loved you!”

A heavy silence enveloped the hallway. It was tense—suffocatingly so. You could hardly make out how his face changed once more in the low lighting that enveloped you.

“[Y/n]—”

“I’m not done!” You’re not sure when you started crying again, but you arely registered the wet droplets streaming down your cheeks. “I don’t even know why I’ve tried so hard to get you to notice the fact that I love you when it’s obvious the only person you love is yourself. You’re nothing but a selfish asshole. I hate you.”

Your vision was blurred with your tears, but you could just barely make out the dejection painted on his face. It didn’t suit him. You hoped that he would say something, anything, but Jeonghan did nothing but stand there. You couldn’t do anything but laugh pitifully.

“I’m going home. Have fun at your party.”

“Wait, [Y/n], please don’t go. Let’s talk about this.” He held onto your hand when you tried to walk away. You tried to get him to let go, but he wasn’t ready to let go.

“What else is there to say, Jeonghan? We’re over, now leave me alone. Why don’t you go ask Momo to be your fake girlfriend, I’m sure she’d be more than happy to.”

You snatched your hand out of his grasp, fooling yourself with the last bit of hope you had that maybe he would chase after you. He made you a promise, after all.

It’s a shame he couldn’t keep it.

You didn’t go into work on Friday. Or Saturday. Or Sunday. After you got home last night, you buried yourself beneath the covers of your bed, too exhausted to do anything other than lie there in the darkness until you fell asleep. When morning came, you couldn’t even muster up the strength to move, so you called Sakura and said that you were sick and wouldn’t be able to come in for the next few days.

Jeonghan had left you an unbelievable amount of texts and calls, none of which you bothered to respond to. Chaewon and Joshua also texted you to ask about the party and if you’d heard anything from Jeonghan; apparently no one had heard from him since the party. As if you’d know.

On Sunday, you’d managed to tear yourself away from your bed—for longer than a trip to the kitchen or the bathroom—and out onto the couch. A rerun episode of Jihyo’s talk show was playing on the TV, the one that featured you and Jeonghan. You watched with a heavy heart as the two of you walked hand in hand, smiling, waving to the studio audience.

How could you ever fall in love with him? He was just another self serving rich boy who used you for his own personal gain. It didn’t matter that he was charming or funny or cute or—

Fuck, even when you were mad at him you found it impossible to ignore the beating of your own heart when you remembered just how nice it felt to be with him, even if it was all just for show.

Someone was knocking. You sighed, not wanting to get up, but the knocking only grew louder and more urgent.

“Okay, I’m coming! Damn…” You shouted, lifting yourself from the couch and over to the door, frowning at the person standing on the other side.

Jeonghan’s state of being didn’t seem to be any better than yours. His eyes had bags under them, his hair was in desperate need of a brush, and he was still in his pajamas. Even so, he smiled weakly at the sight of you. “I was worried you wouldn’t answer. I’m happy to see you’re doing okay.”

You scoffed. “I’m not.” You missed the way his smile dropped at that. “What do you want?”

“I want to apologize to you.”

Shaking your head, you started to shut the door, almost closing it on Jeonghan’s arm in the process.

“Wait, please! I really mean it, just give me a few minutes and then I’ll be gone, I swear.”

There was no way you were in your right mind, because you actually let him in. He smiled and followed you to the couch, sitting at a distance to keep you from getting uncomfortable.

“I thought about what you said at the party. The stuff you said about me wasn’t wrong. I was being selfish. I did only care about my image. You had every right to be upset with me.”

“I’m still upset with you.”

“And that’s perfectly fine, but just hear me out,” His voice was frantic. “Those two weeks I didn’t talk to you were the worst two weeks of my life. I wasn’t lying when I said I missed you. I really missed you, [Y/n]. And the more I thought about you, the more I realized that I was falling in love. I’m so in love with you, [Y/n].”

You weren’t buying it. “You could’ve texted me. Or called. Or something.”

Jeonghan turned to face you, eyes flickering over your face. “I wanted to, and I should’ve, but…”

“…But what?”

His cheeks were growing pinker by the second.

“But what, Jeonghan?”

“But I didn’t want you to leave me. I didn’t tell you how I felt because I thought it would overwhelm you. If you start to feel real feelings in a fake relationship, what are you supposed to do?” He sounded so…sad.

When the reality of his words finally sunk in, clarity followed. Jeonghan was in love with you. Jeonghan was scared that you would want things to be over. Jeonghan was worried about how you would react to him.

You breathed out a laugh.

“You’re such a dummy, Jeonghan. Why would I ever leave you?”

His sadness evaporated, now replaced with relief and joy and love. He pulled you into a hug and sighed happily when you returned it.

“I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. My heart literally fucking broke when you cried because of me and my shitty attitude.”

“Oh, but I love your shitty attitude. Just not when it’s making me cry.”

“Good. Pretty girls shouldn’t cry.” He whispered against your lips before kissing you. You felt giddy at the way his lips moved against yours, smiling into the kiss. He gently pushed you so you were lying on your back, breaking away to look down at you.

“My pretty girl…” He said again, voice sweeter than sugar, fingers trailing up your legs. They felt cold against your burning hot skin, and it made you shiver. “Gonna let me make you feel good like you deserve?”

“Yes, Hannie, please.”

Jeonghan groaned, pausing the movement of his fingers to bask in the sound of you begging for him. You had no idea what you did to him and it made his dick that much harder. “Good girl. I’ll take care of you.”

“Hurry up, your hands are cold,” You whined. His eyes flashed with mischief, pressing his fingers down into the flesh of your inner thigh, watching you shiver and moan.

“I don’t know, I think that you like it, am I right?”

“If you don’t hurry up and touch me, I’ll do it myself.” To prove your point, you slipped your shorts off and tossed them somewhere onto the floor. Jeonghan touched you before you could even think about sliding off your underwear, cupping your leaking cunt with his hand.

“The only one who gets to play with this pretty pussy is me, baby. Don’t ever forget it.” You moaned at how fast his demeanor seemed to change, nodding furiously as you tried to grind into his hand to relieve the ache he was making you feel.

Pouting and panting, you looked up at him. “Hannie, don’t be mean…”

He found it insane how he didn’t realize how whipped he was for you earlier. Like really, he was totally wrapped around your finger. This must’ve been how you felt for all those years.

“Whatever you want, baby,” He lifted your legs a little higher, situating himself so he was lying flat on his stomach, face only a few inches away from your cunt. He pushed your underwear to the side, gasping at the sight of how wet you were. “Shit, baby, you’re fucking dripping.”

“Just for you.”

He seemed pleased with that. “Better be.”

Jeonghan buried his face in between your legs, groaning when the taste of you hits his mouth. He’s making an even bigger mess of you, licking at you greedily and sloppily, drowning himself in the wetness between your thighs.

You’re moaning louder than you think you ever have in your life. Shaky fingers slide into his soft dark hair, gripping tightly. He doesn’t seem to mind though, already too caught up in you to register the little bit of pain. You grind into his face, staining the lower half of his face with your arousal.

“Hannie, fuck,” You manage to say despite your fucked out state. Jeonghan hums, and the sensation makes your thighs close around his head. If you could speak, you would apologize, but Jeonghan seems to grow impossibly more aroused by the act.

He slips two of his fingers inside of you, it’s easy given how wet you are and keep getting, while he occupies his tongue on your clit. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, any and all coherent thoughts having escaped you in that moment. The only thing you could focus on was Jeonghan, his lips, and his fingers.

You could feel yourself getting close, a familiar feeling blooming in your stomach. Jeonghan could feel it too with the way you were tightening around his fingers and arching your back to stay as close to him as you can. He circles your clit with his tongue before starting to suck on it, your legs shaking with the force of your orgasm.

“You taste so good,” Jeonghan says, licking his lips clean of every last drop of you. He presses one last long, lingering kiss to your pussy before gathering the strength to pull away and wipe his mouth clean.

“We could’ve kept going.” The look you gave him was so innocent and sweet, a contrast to the way your legs were still spread open with your juices staining your inner thighs. You almost convinced him. Almost.

“Don’t look at me like that,” He spoke slowly and softly, as if he was in no rush to give you more despite the painfully obvious tent in his pants.

“Well then hurry up and fuck me already.”

Jeonghan doesn’t want to keep you waiting, but he can’t help but tease you just a little bit more. He sheds his clothes with little urgency, and he smirks like the little cocky shit he is when he sees the way you’re looking at him, like you could just devour him here and now. It’s like you were seeing him naked for the first time all over again, astonished by the sight of him. He was just so pretty all over.

He slides the tip of his cock up and down your slit, teasing your entrance until you were squirming. “Hannie, please,” you whined, steadying your hands on his shoulders. Clearly he was just as desperate as you were, because he pushed into with a groan no more than a moment later.

“So tight, baby, shit. Are you trying to make me cum already?”

His strokes are slow and deep, and you can feel every single inch of him inside of you as he drags himself all the way out before slamming back inside. Whenever you clench around him, he falters and lets himself moan something unintelligible about how good you feel or how pretty you are.

“F-Faster, Hannie, I want—” Jeonghan cut you off with a sloppy kiss, swallowing each and every one of your noises.

He cooed at you and shook his head with fake disapproval. “When did you get so demanding?” Your words turned into whimpers when he increased both the pace and the force of his thrusts, rendering your ability to speak useless. “You know I’ve got you baby, I know what you need.”

“Stop talking like that.” Your nails dragged down his back, streaking his unblemished skin with thin red lines.

“What are you gonna do if I don’t? You gonna cum and make a mess of yourself all over my cock, huh baby?”

You whimpered again, leaving Jeonghan to assume that he was correct and giving him yet another ego boost. With one hand, he pushed your shirt up to reveal your braless chest, kissing and sucking at the supple skin of your tits.

There was no way you weren’t going to be getting a noise complaint. The sounds coming from Jeonghan’s hips snapping against yours paired with the steady stream of sounds coming from both you and Jeonghan were sure to have them making a fuss. Not that any of that mattered at the moment, well, not to either of you.

His hand snakes between your bodies, rubbing feverishly at your abused bundle of nerves, whispering so sweetly into your ear the words “cum for me” which is all you needed before doing just that. Jeonghan watches your face as you cum, and he thinks that you’ve never looked more beautiful than you do now, letting yourself fall apart underneath him like this.

“I love you so much,” He says in between his strained grunts of pleasure. “So fucking much, baby.” Even after you had already cum, Jeonghan’s hips never once stopped moving against yours.

“I love you too, Hannie, fuck.” The overstimulation was starting to hit you, and you whimpered because of it.

“I know, baby. I’m almost there.”

His tip is bruising your sweet spot with each of his thrusts, making you squeeze around him impossibly tighter, and the feeling makes him so dizzy, reminding him of the fact that he is truly and utterly yours. “Want me to cum inside you, pretty girl? Use your words and tell me.”

“Yes, yes, please, Hannie! Need your cum inside of me!” Your mouth and body are reacting on their own, saying and doing what they want as you feel yourself cum a second time. He doesn’t hold back anymore, the warm sensation of his cum being fucked deeper and deeper into you overtaking all of your senses, leaving you feeling fuzzy and lightheaded.

Jeonghan’s head rests on your chest, breathing in your scent and listening to the sound of your heart. He’s too lazy and too tired to pull out, but you don’t mind. “Can you be my girlfriend for real now?” Even as you work to catch your breath, he still manages to make you laugh.

“Hm, I don’t know, nobody was around to hear you say that, should we go find you an audience?” You tease, and Jeonghan whines loudly and shakes his head.

“In that case, yes. I’d love to be your girlfriend.”

#yoon jeonghan #jeonghan #yoon jeonghan smut #jeonghan smut #seventeen jeonghan #seventeen smut #svt smut #jeonghan x reader #svt jeonghan #seventeen x reader #svt x reader

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milllersfae · 2 years ago

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Literally I just wanna say I love your writing and think ur super talented <33 And as a request, could you do a lil blurb about femme reader and protective/possessive Ellie?

sorry i got to this so late! i'd love to write this! since you didn't mention any smut, i'll keep it pretty tame, hope thats okay <3

.𖥔˖๋ ࣭⭑ blurb | protective!ellie showing everyone you’re hers

content warning: creepy men (boo), teasing, intoxication mention, exhibitionism if you squint. mdni

that night had been on your mind nonstop since you came home. you plunged face first into your pillow, alcohol-lidded breath smothered in the silk cover.

you had held your red solo cup firm in your grasp, bobbing your head under the mellow rumble of the bass heavy speakers. the sun had finally began to slip underneath the horizon, orange seeping into the sky. the house party you had attended had been in full swing, people littered all over the back lawn. the summer warmth had only prompted you wore your best slip dress, white and slim against the curves of your body. not only had it been a hit with you, it seemed to be a hit with everyone else.

the drunken slur of men had came your way, often lead with poor pickup lines and perverted compliments. you were polite, eyes shifting in hopes of the conversation ceasing with every forced laugh and nod you made. the travel of eyes made you embarrassingly flush, arms crossed over your chest in response.

then you felt her, presence lingering behind you before confirmed with an arm wrapped to your waist, lips pressed behind your ear. ellie glared at the man before you, eyebrows pressed in acquisition.

"you alright over here? nobody bothering you?" she cooed, smirk defiant on her face as the intoxicated eyes of the stranger had widened in silent fear, before promptly making excuse to finally step off.

she laughed into your shoulder, breath heavy against the skin. "fuckin' creep. hate when they look at you like that." ellie mumbled, taking your now free hand in hers.

you nodded in obligement, a long-needed smile wide-spread on your face. even with you newfound freedom ellies’ wandering hands didn't cease, her other hand rubbing soft circles on your thigh. you turn to her from the corner of your eye, watching her face scan the night-lidded backyard. her face was cocky, a look of pride that spoke that she loudly claimed you, and made you hers. and she liked it. you tapped her arm that had now palmed at your ass, face running warm at the clutter of eyes you felt pinned on you.

"m-baby, i think people are looking--"

"that's what i want."

ellie's grip tightened, her wandering stare becoming more devious as she continued. she pulled your hand nearing the porch stairs, propping you up on the end of the birch railing. she placed a hand at the length of your back, and her other snuck beneath the end of your dress. she was consuming you in broad daylight, claiming you as if a single eye wasn’t there.

you hate that you enjoyed it, a subtle sensation fluttered in your core. ellie pulled you in closer to her, teeth peaking through a impish smile.

“why are you so flustered? something bugging you?” ellie teased, hand moving up your dress and thumbing your inner thigh. you wince softly at the action, lip bit slightly at her pleasure.

“you don’t care about all these people? the stares?” you whisper, eyes wide with confusion. you are met with her lidded eyes as she laughed with a stifle.

“nothing will stop me from reminding people you’re my girl, baby.” she purred, pressing two fingers to the damp of your panties. you let out a shuddered moan as ellie leaned in to press her lips to the open of your mouth.

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#cassi!writes ♡‧₊˚#cassi!drabbles ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧ #ellie x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x reader #ellie x fem reader #tlou smut #the last of us fanfiction #ellie williams fanfic #this is kinda ass i’m so so sorry #please enjoy!

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romanstheory · 8 months ago

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Empire a Roman Reigns One Shot

Warnings: smut, language, rough sex, roman x afab, choking

Word Count: 1,750

Three years, it's been three years since I've been deemed the face of this company. The first woman to ever hold that title, and I do not take it lightly. Three years being the face also means three years since the former... Roman Reigns has been around. He left after a string of losses, the most devastating being to Cody Rhodes, who I went on to defeat for the title. I'm one of one in this company, no other woman would even dream of doing what I do... what I have done. Rumors are circling that Roman is making a comeback, his bloodline has been falling apart since he left. Adding and subtracting members to try to make it all work, Solo has destroyed everything Roman built. Not my problem, but it's an interesting topic.

Another smackdown in another town I don't want to be in. Another arena full of people I would never associate with. My jaw ticks with what I can only assume is irritation as I sit in a chair getting my makeup done. "I'm sorry to bother you, but rumor has it Roman is returning.... Tonight" My assistant's voice soft and trembling as if I would grab her by the throat at the mention of his name. "Roman's return has nothing to do with me". My attempt at hiding my annoyance is pitiful, but she takes a long pause before continuing "The other superstars are saying he's angry and wants everything back" Worried... She's worried.

"Well, he's going to have to fight the devil for it" a smirk creeps on my lips "Or... Lady death I should say". Lady death is the nickname the fans have given to me. I can only assume it's because of the way I leave my opponent lifeless in the ring. Maybe it's the lack of emotion on my face. At the end of the day nobody can deny that I am the machine behind this company, everyone watches to see me. To see the enigma that is Lady Death. "If he shows his face, he'll be seeing mine" Finally I add.

The night carries on as normal, no sign of him. Rumors swirl all the time, Roman seems to be the main topic recently. Solo's music sounds, likely another piss poor attempt at salvaging the bloodline. I roll my eyes and continue watching the monitor. Boos pour in from the mouths of the crowd, so loud you can barely hear Solo. He brings the mic to his lips to speak when music blares... Familiar music. Roman Reigns music. Rage fills my body, my cheeks heat with anger... There he is. I could punch a damn hole in this monitor, but I need to watch what's next. Slowly he walks to the ring, so fucking slowly it makes me grit my teeth with hatred.

He begins addressing the fans, and then Solo before mentioning me. "I've heard a certain Lady Death or whatever the hell she's calling herself seems to think she's taken my seat. Seems to think she can be the head of the table" A cackle escapes him. "You think you can sit at the same table as me let alone the head? Do me a favor baby girl and stay in your place because the only place you have at my table is on my lap being a good girl". My fist flies for the monitor, cracking it before it falls to the ground. I storm for the curtain, Hunter attempts to stop me but my music is already playing. Rage, all I feel is rage. The music and screams from the crowd are muffled, I have tunnel vision on the tribal bitch that is Roman Reigns.

Snatching a mic from a nearby crew member I get into the ring, his eyes locked on me. "Watch what you say when you mention my fucking name" My voice laced with cool deadly rage. "Or what?" He cackles "What are you going to do to me?". I pause for a moment, choosing my words wisely "Ask Solo what I'm capable of" I've beaten him more times than I can count, bruising his ego in the process no doubt. "Let's not pretend that your empire hasn't been crumbling after you decided to go throw a bitch fit for three years" I continue "And let's also not pretend that I have anything less than hatred for you... Joe". He tried so hard to keep me from opportunities when he was around. Tried so so hard to keep me caged probably out of fear that I would become what I am now.... his biggest competition... or his biggest fear.

His eyes narrow as I speak, jaw clenching, hands opening and closing as if he was picturing choking me right here in the middle of the ring. Closer and closer I walk toward him until we're less than an inch apart. He's taller than me, bigger than me.... But so is every other male superstar I've dragged and beaten. I crane my neck to look him in the face, he gulps deeply, breathing unevenly. "Your empire is falling because you've left a jester to uphold it while you ran and pouted in a corner for three fucking years" I bark at him, my eyes cutting to Solo before going back to Roman. "My empire is just fucking fine" A piss poor rebuttal. "Cat got your tongue? Or am I making you.... uncomfortable" i've never been one to use my sexuality to get the upper hand or embarrass another person but this was... satisfying.

"You make me sick, now get out of my damn ring!" Roman barks, baking up a step before trying to conceal the bulge now present in his joggers. A smirk pulls the side of my mouth up, comical... he's comical. Solo steps forward, only to meet my hand extended to his face stopping him in his tracks "Do we need to revisit those times I handed you your ass?" The crows erupt in laughter, Roman hasn't stopped glaring at me. Satisfaction rips through me as I see that his bulge hasn't gone anywhere. "I'm head bitch around here, but if you play nice maybe I'll let you get that close to me again. If you're even more of a good boy then I'll let you sit at MY table" A cackle escapes me before I throw my mic at his feet and leave the ring.

Backstage empties as the rest of the talent returns to hotel rooms for the night before we head to the next godforsaken city. I swing my bag over my shoulder, releasing a deep sigh. A rewarding but lonely life this is. Slowly I walk toward the exit when a pair of hands grab my wrist, pulling me into a nearby hallway. "What the f-" I begin "Shut the fuck up!" A voice barks, Roman's voice. His hair is messy despite it being on a bun as if he's been pulling at it. His grip on my wrist is tight "Let me go Joe or I-". He presses me against the wall, his body pressed roughly against mine. My vagina heats with arousal, he smells so good. I guess the rage I felt earlier didn't allow me to smell it or even take him in completely. "I see you're still... Excited from earlier. Tell me, Joe do you like being this close to me?". A sirens smirk crosses my face, lust coating my eyes as I stare into his already dark eyes.

"God I hate you" He growls, pressing himself into me more, a groan bubbling in the back of his throat. "Oh honey, God isn't present in your thoughts at all" I continue to tease as his bulge grows against me. His hand releases mine before he roughly grips my jaw, forcing my head up. "You just don't know when to shut the fuck up do you?" He says through his teeth. "So make me" I whisper to him. roughly his lips crash into mine. Our lips meet sloppily, tongues weaving in and out. Soft nips on each others lips met by the iron tang of blood. Erratically we undress in the middle of this damned hallway, not caring if anyone is left to see. Our breathing is heavy and uneven with lust as he grabs me, pinning me against the wall. Throbbing, i'm throbbing for him to push his length inside of me.

His tongue traces along my nipple sending chills down my spine and wetness to my vagina. He softly nips it with his teeth, a light gasp escapes me. Quickly he pushes himself into me, I yelp loudly before moans replace the sound. Roman covers my mouth before smashing into me, I can't tell if it's passion or pure hatred that motivates him. Over and over again his length slams into me, my thick ass vibrating with the contact. If anyone is still here, they've already heard us by now. "You feel so fucking good" He groans "All I could think about was fucking you". His hands grip my ass hard enough to leave marks. "I know" I groan. "You're the fucking worst" He grumbles, still pounding in and out of me.

Putting me down and facing me against the wall, he slams back into me. Euphoria sets in and I forget where we are. Moans pour out of my mouth accompanied by loud swear words. Roman thrusts into me deeply, pushing further and further as if he's trying to see how far he can go. "Joe!" I scream "Fuck! Oh my god!" My climax is approaching quickly. His balls tighten as if his is nearby as well. Pulling me by my neck, he connects out bodies, his strokes long and deep this time. My knees threaten to give out soon, his hand tighten on my neck as he pushes further and further into me. "You're too sexy to be such a fucking bitch, but I will admit the bitchiness turns me on" Roman whispers into my ear before softly licking it. My vision blurs as my climax erupts seemingly at the same time as his. He quickly pushes me away before groaning loudly, releasing his load onto the floor beside us. The hall is now filled with our uneven panting and pathetic attempts at catching our breath. A devilish grin spreads across his face "Good girl" He coos as he dresses himself.

#roman reigns #wwe #the bloodline #roman reigns one shot #roman reigns smut #roman reigns fic #solo sikoa #wwe smut #wwe fanfiction

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thelovelybitten · 2 years ago

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vera's first watch of south park -- season four (part 2)

jfc i want 2 unalive... slowly

EPISODE 6: THESE THE BOYS ARE SO FERAL BYE messing w the sub with switching names NO KYLE IS SICK :’((((( MY POOR BOY NOT BUTTERS HE’S SUCH A CUTE CARD I LOVE BUTTERS SM miss information…. bffr garrison writing a SMUT FIC BYE MDFNVIFDMIMMVS miss information BYE STAN IS TRYING 2 HELP there’s only so much natural herbs can do :’( “KYLE’S MY BEST FRIEND IN THE WHOLE WORLD” SO TRUE SO TRUE CRYINGGGGG “I’LL GIVE HIM MY KIDNEY I’LL DO IT” stan would die for kyle and that’s on god babe not cartman being the only person in south park that matches kyle SMH kenny and cartman being actual kids ofc cartman won’t give it up “how much is ur life worth to u, kyle” cartman u fucking JACKASS if kyle dies i’m gonna be pissed stan worried abt kyle :’(((((( kenny >:( rightfully so garrison just come out as gay babe it’s not that hard clyde and tacos >>>> kyle’s life this is so fucked ew oh stan is serious he’s gonna get his kidney i forgot abt cartmans pig cartman is so smart okay that kinda slayed stan DON’T CRY “nobody cares if i die” KENNY THAT WAS OUTTA POCKET BUT ALSO SO TRUE MY SON “I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS BULLSHIT. SCREW U GUYS I’M GOING HOME.” PIANO FALLS ON HIM :’( very cartman of u kenny OH THEY KILLING HER OOF wait how is cartman not dead ?!?!?!/! his whole ass kidney was cut off by an eight year old oh they defo put his kidney into kyle’s bod but faked it for cartman epic EPISODE 7 Chef winning U GET THEM KING. Ending racists PERIOD who TF is this teacher Cartman winning debates ??? Weird Oh LMAO THE CLASS AGREES HES A RAT MY FUCKING FAVE KIDS ON TEAM CHEF !!! WENDY, BEBE, CLYDE AND BUTTERS. ICONS Stan obvs on his uncles side but BIG BOO WENDY GET THEM BABY WENDY TELL UR MAN HES AN IDIOT STYLE VS WENDY AND CARTMAN ??? oh this abt to be good cartman tho… fat boo Chef schooling the kiddies (style respectfully) WENDY PROTECTING STYLE SO REAL THUMBS DOWN CARTMAN BOOOOOOOO NOT THE KKK 💀💀💀💀 THE MAYOR RLY DIDNT DO SHIT oh crap leaving it up to the kids WHACK Wendy and cartman in the same frame is just giving me the ICK NO WENDY DONT LAUGH ALL CUTELY AT HIM EW no bc cartman and Wendy together makes me physically I’ll wtf KENNY EATING THE MINTS “FUCK YOU” so real “I don’t think we stand a chance in this debate bc Wendy’s leading the other side” “Dude, ur just saying that bc she’s your gf” TRUE AND REAL Kyle so real for that omg OH SHIT KENNY NOOOO HE EXPLODED NO CRYING not Wendy & Cartman again LORD ARE U TRYING TO TEST ME I WANNA OFF MYSELF WHY IS TREY AND MATT GIVING WENDY AND CARTMAN AN ENEMIES TO LOVERS ARC HES EVERYTHING SHE HATES AND VICE VERSA STAN PLS COME COLLECT UR GF IM GONNA THROW UP MY DINNER NOT THE HAND TOUCH IM UNALIVING I CANT I FUCKING HATE IT HERE NOT WENDY FANTASIZING CARTMAN I WANNA SKIP IT SO BAD BUT I NEED TO HAVE AN HONEST FULL REACTION NOT THE ROLL DOWN THE HILL WENDY WOKE UP IT WAS A DREAM THE LORD SAVED ME FROM THIS HELL Wendy me too bc what the fuck Dunks head in water me too Wendy seeing cartman everywhere and haunting her NOOOOOO Wendy “please don’t let this be happening” I WISH IT WASNT BABY GIRL This KKK stuff is weird “BEBE IM ATTRACTED TO CARTMAN” Bebe IMMEDIATELY SCREAMS THATS MY DAUGHTER SHES THE MOOD no but Bebe is me rn BEBE NO DONT TELL HER TO KISS HIM ?!1?1!1) THE FUCK ARE U DOING Wendy PLEASE DOR THE LOVE OF GOD DONT I DONT NEED THAT IN MY BRAIN PLEASE IM BEGGING WHAT WOULD STAN THINK ??!?!? WENDY ARE U DELULU STANS LOOK OF CONCERN AS HE LOOKS AT WENDY STUTTERING AND PANICKING NO WENDY ARE U FUCKING FOR REAL NOOOOOO STANS FACE NO IM BREAKING IM DESTROYED IM IN SHAMBLES HIS SAD FACE NO STAN IM SOBBINGGGGGG cartman feeling so smug abt Stan’s girl kissing him I know stan is gonna go HAM ON HIS ASS Stan still upset NO I HATE IT HERE I HATE IT CARTMAN IS ADDING FUEL TO THE FIRE TEASING STAN OH STOP IT STAN IS STILL SHOCKED STILL. S T I L L S T I L L S T I L L IM SOBBING AT STAN 😭😭 CARTMAN HAS FEELS FOR WENDY OH FUCK defo my least fave episode out of all seasons so far

#faves: south park #viv watches #NO BECAUSE THE HATE I HAVE FOR THAT FUCKING CARTMAN AND WENDY SHIT MAD ME WANNA THROW UP #i’m also sad abt stan he did NOT DESERVE THAT.#but w the other ep here i felt kenny yelling at stan in my bones he was so real for that

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queers-gambit · 3 years ago

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Do As You're Told

prompt: ( requested ) Billy's less than impressed when his lady decides to disobey his warnings and cuts loose at a party. he might have to teach her a lesson about doing as you're told.

pairing: Billy Hargrove x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Stranger Things

word count: 4.1k [she's a shorty]

note: Billy’s a little OC in this cause I’m a sucker for the whole “dickhead to everyone except my boo” thing. so Billy’s in love with a strong woman but he might push her buttons a little extra at this party…

warnings: author's insecurity to write smut so...my bad for the ending... cursing, degrading name calling, underage drinking, teens being dumb, boys being dumb, um, suggestive language? as always, proceed with maturity!!

The music was so loud, it vibrated the ground walked or stumbled upon. The house was stuffed full of teenagers all looking to say 'fuck school' and 'hello summer', making it swelteringly hot and for refuge to be taken on the back patio where only a few stragglers were mingling.

Yeah, some nobody was trying to break Billy's keg stand record and started puking around second 13. Though not my usual crowd, it proved semi-entertaining as teenager after teenager drowned their worries and sorrows and increasingly made fools of themselves.

"There you are!" Chrissy giggled as she stumbled out of the backdoor, finding me there, fist clenched and perched under my temple as I leaned my elbow on the arm of the chair. "Wow, someone looks like she's having a great time, huh?"

I sighed when Chrissy crashed drunkenly into the seat beside me, a girlish giggle escaping her once again when my hands jutted out to make sure she actually landed in the chair.

"Think you've had enough to drink, babe," I chuckled lowly, eyeing her cautiously.

"Mh, I don't think you've had enough," she countered. "C'mon, what good is an end of the year party if you're not gonna drink?"

I rolled my eyes, "You obviously don't know my boyfriend."

A sort of shadow crossed Chrissy's face, her expression souring, "I don't need to know him to know he's a dickhead."

"Easy, girl," I warned half-heartedly; even though I knew he was, I didn't like hearing other people talk shit about him. They would never know Billy the way I did but right now, that was fine - if they thought he was a dick, I wasn't gonna bend over backwards to defend him. My eyes returned to the front of me, surveying the party crowd.

Billy had actually ditched me when a few of the 'basketball bros' dictated more of his attention. It wasn't the first time, either, and I get he was a star player and all, but seriously? C'mon!

"Seriously, what's up?" Chrissy asked, her voice softer than a moment ago. "You've been out here all night, looking like someone kicked your puppy."

"I'm honestly just tired," I shrugged. "Billy wanted to come tonight, I didn't. Just kinda wanted to hang at home tonight, Mr. Wilson's final really kicked my ass."

"So, why'd you show up tonight?"

"And what?" I scoffed. "Let all the bitches of Hawkins think my man's single so when he's shitfaced, they can make a move on him? Not likely," I shook my head.

"Well, how much fun can it be, sitting alone, outside, sober, while your man's in there," she pointed towards Tina's house, "having the time of his freaking life?"

I sighed, "It's not fun at all, Chris, but whatever. I'd rather be here than at home, wondering what the fuck he's doing."

"I knew it," she grinned. "So, does that mean you'll let me get you a shot or two?"

"No," I blanched with a shudder, "not since two weekends ago... I don't think I can even smell vodka without feeling sick."

"Well, lucky for you," Chrissy grinned, holding up a plastic water bottle, "I snagged us some tequila."

"Oh, really?" I smirked, pinning her with an amused look - knowing tequila was my weakness.

"Mhm, thought you could use some loosening up, so, I snuck it from Mom's liquor cabinet! C'mon," she pouted, "school's out for the summer - just let loose a little."

I sighed, "I don't know, Billy was pretty adamant I stay sober."

She scoffed, "Why? So, he can have all the fun?"

I shrugged, "I don't pretend to understand the way my boyfriend thinks."

"So?" Chrissy smiled, handing over the water bottle. "C'mon," she pouted when I paused to think.

"All right," I sighed, "screw it, right? Summer's here."

"Exactly," Chrissy beamed, watching as I poured a (healthy) shot into my mouth before swallowing. "You know, it's actually kinda intimidating how you just take that back with no chaser, no lime..."

I shrugged, "We don't drink for the taste, babe."

"Wanna dance?" She beamed.

"Uh, in a second," I nodded, taking a second shot and feeling the liquid warm my stomach before it extended into my veins. "Can we go to the kitchen so I can make a drink?" I held up the half-gone water bottle of tequila.

"Hell yeah," she squeaked with a grin, letting me pull her up with me and link our arms.

"Is Jason around?" I asked.

"Yeah, somewhere," she shrugged. "I wanted to hang with my bestie tonight."

I chuckled, leaning over to peck her cheek, "My rescuer."

"Your hero," she teased, giggling when she locked her hand in mine when we entered the stifling house.

Hordes of teenagers were huddled everywhere.

"Move," I snapped to a few people, unamused by their sloppiness due to my relative sobriety. Knowing I was the designated 'queen' of Hawkins, people parted ways to let Chrissy Cunningham and I pass through them. However, when a few girls didn't get the memo, I was glaring, "You thick in the head or something? Fuck outta my way."

They parted like Moses did the Red Sea.

"Ooooookay we're definitely getting you a drink," Chrissy shook her head, hands on my shoulders now to direct me into the kitchen. "You get kinda mean when you're irritated and sober. Real bitchy."

"I get annoyed when bitches don't listen," I shook my head, grabbing a solo cup and opening Tina's fridge. I scanned the contents before grabbing the orange juice and pouring half a cup, topping it off with tequila and giving a couple stirs before taking a sip.

"You're just mad at your boyfriend. Better?" Chrissy smiled.

"Much," I sighed, holding a finger to her to chug the rest of my drink. I ignored the way her eyes widened and her hands fiddled nervously, lowering my cup to refill it and nod at her. "All right, I'm good."

"Yeah? Feeling loose?"

"Sure," I shrugged with a softer smile; truly feeling my annoyance with everyone at the party dimming to a simmer.

"Loose enough to dance with me now?" She pouted dramatically.

"Yeah, let's hit it, babes," I chuckled, taking another mouthful before lacing our hands together and venturing towards the dance floor. Well, 'dance floor' was hard to call it since it was the darker part of Tina's house that was used for classmates to grind on each other.

Chrissy and I made for the middle, easily creating space around us as she giggled and took my hand before losing herself in the music. It required about half of my second cup before I felt like dancing too, and Chrissy was more than happy to cheer in encouragement.

It felt like the longer the minutes ticked on, the more I drank. It was easy to lose myself in a night of teenage debauchery, feeling Chrissy's hands on my hips as we swayed to the music. She giggled when I ground back on her, swinging my hips side to side, unaware of the eyes glaring daggers into our backs.

Chrissy tapped my shoulder and I turned, leaning in to hear her over the blaring music, "I'm gonna get another drink!"

I nodded, "Grab me one, please - I'm gonna hit the bathroom."

She nodded in agreement and we made a promise to meet up again before parting ways. I had left my empty solo cup on a random end table, stumbling over other feet to push my way towards the hallway.

Only, Tommy H. was standing there, talking to Patrick and Joshua. I rolled my eyes subtly, knowing all three of these boys pined uselessly after me since puberty did a real number on me in the eighth grade. I had a bit of a reputation, being the 'queen' made me a high priority dating target and I was adamant on not dating any of the shit-for-brains dumbasses that populated this town. And so I didn't date. I wasn't interested.

Until Billy fucking Hargrove zoomed into town with his Camaro, bad attitude, and ringlets of golden tresses.

Bastard, I thought to myself.

"OOohhh," Tommy called when he caught sight of me, "lookie here, boys! You lost or somethin', princess?"

"How can I be lost when I obviously have a destination in mind, Tommy?" I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "Why else would I ever come around you guys willingly, if not to get around you?"

"Oh, kitty has claws," Patrick leered with a knowing smirk.

I rolled my eyes, "You guys gonna stand in my way all night, or what?"

"At least she's still a bitch," Josh laughed at Tommy. "Some things don't change, do they?" he pinned me with a look. "I can see Billy winds you real tight, huh? You tellin' me that guys not hittin' it right?"

I scoffed before cooing teasingly, "Awe, someone's jealous they don't get no type of pussy. And jealous I rejected you time and again, hm?"

Tommy laughed, "I can see your man isn't fucking you right if you're still such a stuck up bitch."

"Oh, look, surprise surprise, someone's a little mad they've been fucking the same pussy since, what? 7th grade?" I laughed at his expression, pushing past them. "Settle down, boys, you're making a fool of yourselves."

What I didn't realize was Billy watching the entire exchange, downing the rest of his beer when I walked away. I suppose when I pushed past Tommy and Patrick, he mistook the hand I used to push Patrick's shoulder for a flirtatious move.

After I left the bathroom, I noticed the boys gone from the mouth of the hall and moved for the overcrowded living room again. But before I could step out into the sea of bobbing and weaving kids, someone grabbed my upper arm and yanked me to the side.

The force was enough for my feet to trip over each other, "Holy shit! Hey, jackass - " I trailed off, seeing Billy as I caught myself on his abdomen before straightening. "Billy? What the hell, baby? You wanted my attention, just say it for fuck's sake."

"Oh, if I want your attention, I just gotta ask?" Billy sneered, his eyes rimmed with a red haze alcohol produced. "Did Tommy ask you nicely? That why you were standing there, eye fucking him and his boys, hmm? Tryna disrespect me or some shit?"

A few eyes turned to look at us dude to Billy's volume, but I ignored them and scoffed with a glare to Billy, "You're fucking ridiculous - are you being serious right now?"

"You just say the word, doll, and I'll leave you to your new man, hmm? Or is it your new men? Gonna take 'em all home?"

I rolled my eyes, "You're ridiculous - "

"What's fucking ridiculous is my girlfriend standing feet away from me, flirting with anyone who pays her an ounce of attention."

"Are you - "

"Everyone warned me you were some prude," he sneered, "the way you rejected everyone until I came along, but I'm guessing you're actually just a whore, huh? Desperate for any kind of attention."

I didn't think, and the tequila in my system spurred my actions as my hand just pulled back and flattened across Billy's cheek. The crowd around us 'oooh-ed' in shock as I snarled, "You ever think about muttering those words to me again, it'll be the last time you speak to me. Fucking asshole."

Feeling overwhelmed and pretty humiliated, I turned on my heel and pushed past the gaggle of gawking teenagers and after ignoring the way Chrissy called my name in confusion, ripped open the front door to jog through it.

I practically flew down the driveway.

I felt a few tears swell in my eyes, desperate to get out from under everyone's judgmental eyes after providing them with the start of the summer season gossip. From behind me, Billy charged out of the front door and called my name over and over, but I was in no mood to deal with him. With a hand wiping at my cheeks, I turned down the driveway and started down the darkened road.

"Go away from me, Billy!" I snapped.

"Baby," he groaned, "just c'mere!"

"Fuck off!"

"Don't walk away from me! Let's just talk!"

"Go away, William! Just leave me alone!"

"Get over here! Now! C'mon! Don't be so fucking dramatic!"

"Dramatic!?" I repeated, turning to glare at him; hair fanning around me like the skirt of a dress before falling flat around my shoulders. "You're saying I'm dramatic for wanting to get the fuck away from you because you so effortlessly insulted me in front of everyone? Jesus Christ, Billy! Just do me a favor, and fuck off!"

Billy took a few powerful strides to meet me, his hand grabbing my wrist as I struggled. "I'm not gonna hurt you, baby," he rushed, my hands balled up and pounding into his chest, "hey, hey, it's okay, just let me explain, it's okay - "

"No, it's not!" I snapped. "You're such an asshole and I can't stand you when you're like this - you get the smallest emotion you don't know what to do with and just fly off the fucking handle! I'm not dealing with your bullshit anymore, Billy, let go!"

"Baby - "

"No, you wanna call me a whore?" I ripped my hands away from him to glare into the eyes I'll stare into for a lifetime, "Fine! Fine, fucking call me a whore, but then never speak to me again!"

Billy sighed, catching my elbows in his hands, "You been drinking?"

I scoffed, "That's your concern? Get the fuck off me."

Billy shook his head, "I can smell it on you, how much did you - "

"That's all you, jackass. You've been drinking all night with your cronies - "

"Hey," he snapped, tugging me into his chest tighter. "You're not thinking straight, darlin' - "

"I'm thinking perfectly fine, you're the one causing issues," I wrangled myself a step away.

"Just," he sighed, running his other hand through his hair, "get in the car, baby, please, and let me take you home."

"Wouldn't want you to be seen with a whore like me," I snarled, trying to wrangle myself free.

"Baby, I didn't mean it - "

"Oh, fuck off!" I couldn't help the crack in my voice when his hands dropped in earnest shock. I next to never cried, even when Billy and I were fighting after being programmed into the rock solid eldest child my parents ensured I turned out to be. "You can't say shit you don't mean and then try to double back! If you're gonna say something, say it with your fucking chest!"

Billy sighed, nodding, "Your'e right."

"W-What?"

"You're right," he sighed again. "I can't say shit and try to backtrack. I didn't mean it, princess, I just got jealous."

"Of what?" I sobbed. "I'm dating you! And since you're so concerned with rumors, why not pay attention to the rumor that I've never dated anyone in this town?"

"Wait," Billy paused. "Hang on, you're serious?"

I scoffed, turning to walk away, "You're so fucking stupid."

"Baby," he frowned, catching my arm again and instead of pulling me, he moved in front of me, "hang on, no, wait. Hang on. Look, you're right - "

"If you want to pay attention to shit, pay attention to how I don't want anyone in this fucking town. I never wanted shit to do with their stupidity and the way they treated me but then you came in." Billy's face softened a little as I couldn't stop the tears down my cheeks, "You came into town, and into my life, and you fucked everything up, okay? You ruined my life because it's only you for me. Fucking bitch."

"Sweetheart, listen," he sighed, "I was way out of line calling you a whore. I'm so sorry - "

"Don't be sorry, just do better," my lungs rattled a bit from the heavy emotion. "I don't understand life after you, you totally wrecked everyone for me, and I don't know how to honestly be without you. You've just - I don't know, you mean everything to me, and hearing you call me a whore in front of everyone just fucking cut too deep. You have to do better, please."

"I will," he swore, "I will, princess, I'm sorry. I just..." He sighed, running a hand through his hair again out of stress as his eyes looked to the side of my head, "I got insecure, okay?" His eyes dropped in shame.

"Insecure about what?"

"About you not wanting to be with me anymore," he muttered. "You've known Tommy, Josh, Patrick, Jason, all those guys your whole life. I just started to think you'll want them, instead of me, who..."

"Who, what, B?" I frowned, feet shifting to keep them from going numb.

"Who knew you, who knew your life, this town... Who could be here for you better than I can."

My brows furrowed, "If I wanted to date any of those dumbasses, I would have. But I didn't want them, I only ever wanted you. But I don't want you if you're going to insult me, belittle me, and degrade me for fuck's sake. I don't deserve that - "

"No, you're right," his hand rose to caress my cheek, the sounds of Tina's party thumping in the background as the lights from her house illuminated us. "You're right, baby, you don't deserve to be treated like that. I'm sorry, okay? I promised I'd treat you like the princess you are, and I'm sorry for not doing that."

I shook my head, looking away from his pleading blue eyes, "Doesn't do me much good now."

"I know," he nodded, "but I really am sorry, okay? I got insecure and for that I can't apologize enough, baby. Sometimes it feels like you can do better than me."

"Before tonight, nobody's ever treated me better," I whispered. "You take care of me and protect me, but I don't think you trust me."

"Of course I trust you," he rushed, head shaking in disbelief, "I just don't trust anyone else with you, I start to think their history with you will overshadow what we're trying to build."

"Billy, if you can't trust me to tell off a few drunken boys who are working on my last nerve, then you don't trust me."

He frowned, shaking his head, "That's not it - "

"Then, why are we together?"

"Because I love you, princess, you hear me? Okay? You make me a better person," he sighed. "But it worries me when you're drinking and... And you're away from me. I can't protect you - "

"I don't always need protection!" I snapped. "I'm capable of taking care of myself! And I can drink if I want to - "

"Baby, the way I don't trust none of these guys?" he stressed, eyes wide. "It triples when you're drinking because I just - I worry, okay? I'm afraid someone's going to take advantage of you!"

I shook my head, "B, the moment someone crosses any line, I'm coming to you. You protect me, you always have, so, if someone even opens their mouth and I can't handle it for whatever reason, I know for a fact you will. And maybe if you didn't ditch me, you wouldn't have to worry so much."

"You're right I shouldn't leave you like that, but of course you know I would help you - I promise," he swore.

"Then can you try a new approach?" I sniffled, wiping tears from my cheeks. "Like, seriously, baby, I can't handle this if you're going to treat me like you treat everyone else."

"No, baby," he sighed, tugging me in closer so I was cradled to his chest, "I'm so sorry, you're right. I'll just... I'll do better. Okay? I'll do better, and I'm so sorry for calling you a whore. You're not, you're the furthest from it - I just get scared and I lash out."

"Well, stop lashing out at me," I mumbled into his chest.

"I promise, I hear you," he shook his head. "You gonna let me drive you home?"

"How much have you had to drink?"

He chuckled, "Enough, but I sobered all the way up just now. Hate seeing you walk away from me."

I sighed, "I hate walking away from you but I hate when you lash out at me more."

"I'm working on it, baby," he whispered, leaning in to peck my forehead. "C'mon, we can get home and watch a movie, hmm? Like you wanted to earlier, right?" He smiled down at me.

My eyes rolled, "Maybe. My place or yours?"

"Yours, Neil told me don't bother comin' home if it's after 11," Billy shrugged, glancing at his watch before throwing his arm around my shoulders. He directed us towards his car while fishing his keys out of his pocket, "Your parents gonna be mad?"

"If they wake up, yes," I chuckled, hanging off his waist so I was huddled under his arm for warmth.

"We'll be real quiet," he muttered, unlocking the passenger door to open it, "but no promises you'll be able to keep that pretty little mouth shut when I'm making everything up to you tonight."

I smirked, the way his mood changes giving me something akin to whiplash but knowing he was just trying to move on from the tense moment earlier. "Maybe you could put something in my mouth to help me stay silent, hmm?"

Billy grinned, "I have a few ideas, yeah. C'mon, princess," he sighed, offering me his hand to hold so I could drop into my seat in his Camaro.

I waited as he jogged around the front of the car, and when he got in, Billy sighed and looked over at me while turning the key in the ignition. "You know," I trailed my hand over his thigh, "you might've been onto something."

"What d'you mean, baby?" He reached to turn the radio off, listening to my words clearly.

I smirked, "Maybe with you, I can be a bit of a whore."

Billy's jaw flexed, eyes flickering between my eyes and lips, "Yeah?"

"Mhm," I leaned over the center console. "But only with you. Right, baby?"

"Damn straight," he breathed, leaning in to press a sweltering hot kiss to my lips. I whined shrilly when his tongue almost instantly swept into my mouth and his teeth trapped my bottom lip, one of his hands snaking around to hold the back of my head in order to control the tempo of the kiss.

"Billy," I chuckled when he pulled away to press kisses across my cheek, around my jaw, and latch onto my ear lobe - causing an involuntary flinch of my shoulder and moan. "Fuck, Billy," I praised, letting my hand ghost over his denim-clad crotch, hearing him hiss in my ear.

He groaned as I wiggled my hand across his waistband; his hips rising just slightly to straighten out and allow me to rake my fingernails through his pubic hair.

"Keep playin', sweetheart," Billy muttered in my ear, "and I'll take you in the back seat right fuckin' now."

"Why move that far?" I smirked, pulling the hand that wasn't keeping me balanced up to his abdomen and drawing my nails over skin; forcing a small shiver.

"Hey, hey," he pulled back, hand fisting gently in my hair to tile my head back and still my hand, "I'm not kiddin', pretty girl, you're playin' a dangerous game."

"What if I want to?"

"Thought you were mad at me?"

"Doesn't mean I don't want to fuck you. And my parents are home, so, you can eat me out quietly later if you really want."

He chuckled, eyes flickering down to my lips as he bit his own, "With all them people in that house? Where any of them can walk by and see what a mess I make of you?"

"You're the one who called me a whore in front of them, maybe you can show 'em how you fuck me like one, too."

Billy sighed for a second, "Never livin' that down, am I?"

"Not yet, sweets," I let my hand move back to cup his crotch rather forcefully. He took a sharp inhale, eyes glaring back at me as I smirked, "Wanna fight about it some more or work it out other ways?"

"Get in the back seat right fucking now, and for the rest of the night, princess," his hand reached to latch around my neck and earn my gaze, "you're actually gonna do as you're told."

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pikapeppa · 2 years ago

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Fic writers' end-of-year roundup: 2022 edition!

It’s that time of year, writer friends — time to take stock of what we’ve been up to this year! Tagging to literally ANY AND ALL WRITERS who would like to participate, but I’ll throw down some tags from the top of my head: @contrivedchaos @kittynomsdeplume @little-lightning-lavellan, @varric-tethras-editor @lavendreapark @hobo-apostate @ranaspkillnarieth @iamcayc @ocean-in-my-rebel-soul @hollyand-writes @elveny @johaerys-writes @charlatron @noire-pandora @hellas-himself @crackinglamb @barbex @mogwaei @alyssalenko @musetta3 @iarollane @about2dance @mythicaitt @cthu-boo !

Words written (published or not, WIPs included!): 1 012 607. I was hoping to crack a million this year and I FINALLY DID IT. 😂

Smut scenes: 41! Less than other years, but not the least.

New things I tried:

I wrote fanfic for anime for the first time this year — for Samurai Champloo (Fuu/Jin/Mugen) and for Cyberpunk: Edgerunners (David/Lucy). On a related note, this year was the first time I wrote for a form of media that I didn’t originally watch in English. I was always a little scared to write in English for something that I hadn’t watched in English, because capturing characters’ voices and speech patterns is so important to me, and it’s hard to translate that across languages. But CPER got me by the throat, so I watched it in both Japanese and English so I could capture the characters’ voices as best as I could. I watched Samurai Champloo dubbed in English, though, and I am a sucker for Jin’s English voice, so that was a snap to write. 😂

For the first time, I also wrote for a game that I’ve never played before: Far Cry 5! @schoute got me reeled in with her raving loving descriptions of cheeky shithead John Seed, and I was compelled to write some smut for her. I had a blast watching a playthrough of FC5 with her (LOVE YOU BB ❤), and writing from John Seed’s POV was A MINDFUCK AND A HALF, let’s just say. GOOD TIMES. 😂

Fic I spent the most time on:

Becoming Whole (Aloy/Kotallo), which has been my main focus since March and is more than 500k words now. I genuinely did not expect or intend for this fic to be this long! I’ll blame the party banter for this. My outline will say “GAIA Gang chat over dinner”, and this single note will translate into 10k words in the chapter 😂💀 In any case, VERY honoured by everyone who has stuck with this extremely long fic!

Fic I spent the least time on:

The Wisdom In A Bowl Of Pudding (Felassan/Tamaris Lavellan). I was inspired by the news about the DA:D milestone and got so excited that this oneshot came together in… one day, I think? One or two. I JUST LOVE FELASSAN OKAY.

Favourite thing I wrote:

It’s a tie between two fics. I loved writing Finding Something In Common (Aloy/Nil/Drakka) because a) writing Nil again after 5 years of being “away” was like coming home 😭❤ and b) I fucking love Drakka with a burning passion LOL. But I also loved writing my Samurai Champloo fic Just Hold On, We’re Coming Home because it was purely and entirely for me. There are so few fics for that anime and even fewer explicit fics for the OT3, so I knew that basically nobody was going to read it and that anyone who did would be really grateful to see a rare fic for the OT3, but I had to write it because I just had the urge and couldn’t rest until I did. It was a gift to myself to kick off the year. 😂

Favourite thing I read:

I’ve actually done some actual reading this year!!! Both of fics and published books, because I wanted to start working my way through my bedside tsundoku, with mixed results: I read a couple of books from my tsundoku pile but then bought the entire Sailor Moon manga set and have only read 6 issues so far 😂😭💀 one step forward, 10 STEPS BACK.

Anyway! Fave fics of the year:

I read a few fics for Samurai Champloo. As I mentioned before, there aren’t many fics for this fandom, but one of the fics I read was both the shortest and the most drop-dead gorgeous fic I’ve ever read: Bodies of Water by moemachina. I genuinely envy this writer for their ability to pack so much emotional punch into so many words.

Where The Time Goes, a Chloe Fraser/Nadine Ross fic by @contrivedchaos. OH MY GOD WAS IT EVER LOVELY. Cat used a repeated phrase/theme throughout the fic that just had me on the edge of my seat the whole time, and MY GOD was the ending ever wonderful and satisfying. 😭❤

Written In The Stars, a Kotallo/OC fic by @iamcayc WHICH IS SUCH A TREAT. Caycee has created a wonderful OC to pair up with Kotallo and expanded on Tenakth lore in a way that had me squealing!

HZD Terraforming Base-001 Text Communications Network by Discar. It’s a texting fic between the GAIA Gang and it’s SO GOOD. Hilarious, great characterization of the crew, incredible expansion on the worldstate and lore. I stopped reading halfway through because I was afraid that I’d start accidentally stealing their headcanons/lore expansion since it just makes so much sense, but I just recently noticed that the fic finished, so I might get back into it soon!

Writing goals for next year:

Oh man there are so many things I want to write and so little time and I’M SO MAD ABOUT IT.

Finish Becoming Whole. Now that we know the DLC is coming out in April, I am DETERMINED to finish BW before then so my slate can be clear for new fics ideas 🤩

An Aloy/Avad sequel to Window Bird. The conversation that Aloy and Avad have at the start of HFW makes MY ENTIRE HEART HURT. I will stubbornly maintain that Avad is the most tragic character alive in the Horizon universe, and I’m going to give him some love because he deserves it, the poor sweet man.

More Aloy/Drakka. This entire fic has been my treat to myself, and the next oneshot is in progress -- probably the first thing I'll publish in 2023!

Aloy/Nil. I fucking love Nil to the moon and back, but writing this ship again is going to take some mindfuckery because I’ll be rebooting my take on the ship as though Stormbirds and Stalkers didn’t happen 😅

I’m sure this won’t be all; I always end up getting blindsided by a desire to write something I didn’t expect (e.g. Cyberpunk this year), so we’ll see what else comes up as the year progresses!

Can't wait to see what everyone else has been up to!!! Please tag anyone you think would like to participate, and tag me back so I can spy on what you've been up to as well! 🥰

-- love from your friendly Pikapeppa xoxo

#fanfic writer's life #pikapeppa writes #2022 roundup #horizon forbidden west #hfw #the witcher #the witcher 3 #samurai champloo #cyberpunk edgerunners #cyberpunk: edgerunners

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monstas1ut2 · 3 years ago

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2/3 Eren Yeager (Smut Warning!)

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That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucka!

The screenshot sound was pretty loud as your back went up and down like a roach sprayed with raid. The male on the other side of the phone laughing his ass off. Well, he wasn't the only one.. but he's the one who took the screenshot.

"Delete that shit, don't put it on Instagram Connie!" Your pretty face was immediately in the camera's view. Your eyes a little wide at the fact that you were caught off guard. But at the same time, you let yourself go in front of the group. That's your wrong doing. But it made them smile nonetheless.

The people who were on the call at the moment were Connie, Jean, and Sasha. The rest were either too bothered to be in such a crackhead group, or they were busy.. probably the first one. Anyways, everyone in first period happened to be your friend, they were all different but they adored you nonetheless... even Annie... she just hides hers pretty well. Anyways, It's almost the end of senior year already and the bond is hard to break..

"That's my favorite song, you can't be catchin a hoe off guard.." you scolded the bald male who still happened to be laughing. His controller in his hand since he was playing nba2k. Jean was also playing but at the moment he was trying to figure out what you were doing.. and he's mad he didn't see..

"What did she do now?!"

"She was throwing her back out of place!" Sasha muffled out as she was stuffing her cheeks with a Hershey chocolate bar. She was also watching Hell's Kitchen on her tv, you could hear it.

"Daddy Jean aint need to hear all that.." you playfully spoke as you bit your lip at him. It was obvious he liked you, not to the point where he wanted a relationship though.. he's just a bit of a man whore.

Though everytime you mumble a 'Daddy Jean' , he's all for it. That's yo bitch.

After a bit of a pause of talking, Connie had picked up his phone and you were now cleaning the table that was in your room. The last time you were in this room, you didn't even have time to clean... Your father was screaming for you to hurry.

Let's explain, this weekend, you are visiting Hange, your mother . She missed you so she invited you to stay for a few days. Today is Friday so you have the whole weekend with her. She had planned Saturday and Sunday. Not to mention, Monday is a holiday so no school.

"Hey guys... uh Armin and Eren having a party.. y'all comin?"

All while Sasha said yes, along with Jean.. you were still jamming to 2-pac spitting his shit. Your hand movements not going unseen by the three on your phone. So in result of not having a response from you, Connie screamed oh so suddenly which caused you to jump pretty high.

"What the Fuck is yo problem!? You bein held by gunpoint nigga?" Your voice showing 1% concern as you moved closer to the phone on your dresser and you stared into it.. quite surprised still.

"(Y/n)... you makin my hair fall out..." Connie spoke as he gave a sarcastic smile and... wow it was hard for everyone to suppress their laughter... your face would turn purple instead of red though..

"Ight~... watchu want?..."

"Eren-"

"Oooh, Eren.." you spoke in interest, your long eyelashes fluttering. This however made Jean and Connie 'throw up' at the same time. All while you rolled your (e/c) eyes.

"Yall do too much-.. and Jean, stay in yo game ight?.. befo I come through the screen and punch-"

"Eren havin a party.. are you going..?"

Tilting your head in slight disbelief that Connie interrupted you. Your eyes rolled as you looked to the side. Obviously leading them on, but at the same time they knew that Hange will let you go...

"Fine. But somebody pickin me up.. and Sasha cuz boo-boo can't drive worth a dime.."

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As much as you hated it, you sat uncomfortably in the dodge... Ugh... It's just something about you and dodge's. The cars radiate fuck boy energy, and guess who happened to be driving this car? Jean..

Though he let you sit in the passenger seat just because. Your eyes staring out the window as you messed with the stockings you had on. They were in a bit of a web, that was the design. You also had on a plaid skirt and this crop top with some white platforms. Oh you looked scrumptious.

The person who put this outfit together in the first place was Hange.

"Baby Jean, you need a new car... cuz-"

"It radiates Fuck boy energy.. you said it the first time you ever saw it... I know.." Jean pouted as he continued to drive to Eren's house. Who was shared with Armin. The two always lived together, some speculated that they were... sparkle sparkle.. gay.. but they aren't.. not that you would've minded.. it just would've been a bummer.

"(Y/n)... Didn't Your father take your car away...?"

Glaring back at Connie, who was wearing a white shirt with black pants and some timbs. You rolled your eyes and looked through your window again.

"Yeah but my car is a Mitsubishi.."

The neighborhood around these parts were quite pretty. Just like where you lived with your dad. But at the same time you were confused as to how Eren and Armin could afford such a place. The first thing popping in your mind being. Drug dealer and then you thought about what Sukihana said about dating them...

That's probably why Levi didn't want you around him... Yeah.. This whole senior year has been Levi making sure Eren doesn't sit beside you... nor have a project with you... It's like he barely existed at first. Though you always had these ways to talk to him. He's not even that bad.. he's quite the hottie and he knows what to say... he's just a flirt, and you edge him on every time...

"(Y/n)! Can you come with me to find the food?"

Snapping out of those thoughts of Eren, you didn't even realize Jean had already parked. A small 'mhm' coming from your throat as you opened the car door. Everyone else doing the same. Lord it was a bunch of people out here. People were outside and inside which was baffling honestly.

A soft hand touched your wrist and started to drag you towards the house door. It was Sasha, her mouth almost watering for something to eat. She told Eren to make sure there was extra cheese in the fridge for her. Hidden... and lo and behold when you both shimmied through the crowd, the cheese was in the fridge. Her eyes beaming as she grabbed some chips as started eating like it was her last meal, nothing out of the ordinary.

"This music actually hits..." you spoke out to nobody in particular as your hips started to move ever so gently. Though as nice as your body was, it looked more seductive than anything. Popping one of those chips into your mouth as your hips continued to wine ever so gently.

The looks you were getting, not only lustful but want... The way your long dreads just complimented your look had only made it worse. The second you decide to stop, it seemed like everyone stopped looking at you. In slight despair that you'd stopped. Though one individual in particular was continuing to stare...

His hand, wrapped around the cup as he'd sipped at the liquid inside. The black ring on his middle finger caused his hand to look hotter than it already was. He had these prominent veins that would just look so pretty on your brown skin...

"She likes you too..." the blonde that was a tad bit shorter spoke to his childhood friend, Eren.

"What makes you say that..." lord, somehow over all this music, and his low tone... you could still feel the vibration of Eren's voice. Just glancing from the kitchen as Eren was sitting on the couch in the living room. Leaning back like he owned the place... well he did.

Fine ass..

Giving him a bit of a stare, your glossy lips curved into a smirk as you glanced at him up and down. All before turning your attention back to your friend who was having the time of her life eating...

"So Sash.. what's up with you and Connie...? Yall gon date.. or-"

"(Y/n)!"

"My bad.. my bad.. I just wanted to know"

The party was a bit lively, more than anything since this is a longer weekend. So everyone was happy.. including you because they were playing your favs. So of course your body started to move again. That skirt of yours being a paid actress in helping you look more hot. Though, what you did not expect was someone coming up behind you...

Now that's nasty..

You whipped your head around about to give them an earful... though... you saw that smexy... face and you looked kinda shocked...

"Oh..." you choked out before turning your head again.. Eren's evil little smirk had caught you off guard. It boosted his confidence even more that you didn't feel the need to even move away from him. His hands slithering onto your full hips.

Man, he was really risking everything this time... considering your father is.. Levi...

This however was thrown out of the window because of the fact that you could feel Eren's... crotch against that thick form of yours. That little smirk on your face only widening as you started to gently rub against him, your back bending over somewhat.

His long brown hair then started to ever so gently fall in front of his face as his greenish eyes stared hard into your body. That harsh little grip on your waist made you feel all different types of high. Gawd.

"You like that huh...? I know.." your cute, but seductive voice made Eren chuckle just a tad. It causing you to almost choke on those words.. This man didn't need to TRY to be hot... he was already smexy.

His hands then started to travel up your body to your arms and he gently pulled you up towards him, your back against his scrumptious chest. All you could do was open your mouth a bit, quite surprised that he wanted to be this close with you.

"Eren... You a lil close... you needa tell me sum?"

The way you spoke, the way you carried yourself... it was new to Eren when he first met you.. but he got used to it real quick and he noticed he wanted something he never knew existed.. and that was you.

"Can't tell you here... but I can tell you in the bedroom..." Eren purred out, his voice smooth as a babies skin, smooth as butter. It caused you to tingle, the female between your legs wanting that more than anything.

Biting your glossy lips, the room started to become hotter than it already was. The people who were in the house started to pile out of the main and started to go outside. It was quite cold outside as well, but the party continues.

"Where the hell is (Y/n)..." Jean spoke to himself as he watched Connie and Sasha become drunks in two seconds. It was obvious he himself could not drink since he is the driving parent tonight.. but he now had nothing to do... he's just wondering where... you are..

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

"S-..Shit Eren~..."

The (f/c) nails you had were now digging into Eren's muscular arms as his lips caressed your neck. The seductive kisses making dark marks on your brown, beautiful skin.

Your head being thrown back onto the soft black pillow as your pretty toes curled. Feeling Eren's slender fingers inside of your pussy. His intimidating green eyes watching your every expression, every move. Seeing that your crop top was already rolled up over your pretty chocolate mound breasts that were covered with your bra.

"E-Eren, s-stahp..." choking that out, you could hear the loud rip of your stockings when Eren moved his hand out of them. The wetness of your brown pussy lips being known pretty well when Eren's fingers slid your panties to the side.

"You don't want me to stop... huh...?"

"N-No.."

The electricity shocked through you when you watched Eren stare down into your eyes. Lust and want, all in them as his key necklace dangled in front of your face ever so gently.

His shirt immediately being discarded as he watched your pussy pulse from his fingers being pulled away from it. It was amazing to him how much you wanted him.. it was amazing... it ran something through him...

All you could see was his muscular frame, his hands to match as he easily tore through your bra. Watching the way your breasts fumbled out of the cups. He never seen a black woman's breasts before.. but it couldn't get any better than this though.. is what he thought.

"Daddy~... don't stare at em..." you pouted playfully before licking your glossy lips. Just running your fingers up Eren's arms as you eventually made your way up to his luscious hair. Running your fingers through the locks. Pulling him down ever so gently to finally get that kiss you wanted.

Eren's eyes glowed when he felt your soft lips, the lip gloss giving him this taste of lovely. His lips tasted of some sugar, kinda made you wonder what was in his cup before this.

The wetness of Eren's tongue touching yours as the both of you withered in this naughty, sloppy kiss. Something you both weren't supposed to do.... It was fun, crazy... scary..

"You act all bad outside of the bedroom huh... but you ain't ever have someone touch you..." Eren teased gently, in a whisper against your lips. His hand gripping your chin as he stared at your innocent looking face. Gently spitting all nastily into your mouth and you moaned out seductively. Swallowing it so easily..

"Show daddy you'll be able to take it..."

Eren's cock was so hard in his pants, it being unzipped by him and his underwear was now restricting his release. His eyes staring at your pretty pussy, the wet, pink insides were bright and untouched. Though his pale cock was eager to invade it.

"I-.. I can take it daddy..." your whimpers echoed In Eren's ears as he pushed his underwear down. Your knees being pushed to your chest as you felt Eren's stare. The plaid skirt you had was still on, so you tried to cover your pretty pussy with it.

"Stop... don't hide now.." Eren scoffed out as he gripped under your thighs, the underside of his cock rubbing up and down your wet and gooey pussy.

"Hold your legs... don't move.."

It was so demanding, your pussy clenching already as the wetness dripped down to your other hole. Your pretty, long nails visible to Eren as you held your legs as tightly as you could. Knowing Eren's cock was a monster. You could see it... right between your legs.. right between your brown pussy lips.. the contrast was unbelievable..

"F-Fuck!! Eren~~ ow~" the way your painted toes curled gave Eren a shiver of excitement. Your back arching ever so slightly as your virgin hole was taken away from you. Squeezing tightly around Eren's experienced cock.

"Shh.. it's Ight.. take it babydoll.." Eren's whisper was gentle and sincere as his thumb started to gently rub at your clit. Causing you to swallow your spit, though it spilled out. What also spilled out is your loud whimper. Your legs staying wide open for him as your hand slowly slid up his muscular structure.

"It's .. i-it's so big..."

Hearing these whimpers and words spill from your throat, Eren couldn't help but take his hand and wrap it around your throat. Causing your breath to be taken away oh so suddenly when Eren snapped his hips forward even more.

"Fuck!" Your moan could probably be heard outside as your breasts bounced from the impact. Eren's smirk wide as he felt the tightness of your insides. His necklace going back and forth ever so gently as his pelvis started to clap against you. The feeling was so foreign to you, having someone ram into you like this. But it was Eren... it wasn't just 'someone'..

Your (f/s) scent was powering against Eren's own scent. The feeling of Eren's cock was starting to really take a toll on you..

"A-Ahgh..."

Eren's cock was being enclosed so tightly, you just wet up his Dick so well.. he was starting to become obsessed.. more than he already was.

"Daddy's. little. pussy..." his deep voice echoed in your ears as he started to get a bit faster. Your breasts bouncing even more as Eren made sure that skirt was moved out the way. He wanted to make sure to see everything. His hand squeezing harder at your throat. It was keeping you firm against the bed, like a little fuck doll...

"I-it's your pussy Eren~"

Curling those pretty toes again, you could feel the bubbles in your lower region. The craziest orgasm you've ever experienced... just tip toeing to the tippy top. All you could muster was a pathetic whine. Your eyes watering up behind your long eyelashes.

"I'm-.. I'm cumming..." Your voice was so weak, it sounded like you were passing out almost. Just rolling your eyes back as the bed frame started to hit the wall. Your pussy gushing more than usual as the white cum started to coat Eren's cock a little.

"Shit... yeah~..." Eren growled under his breath, watching you come undone on his pale cock. Your thicker form was just so adorable, looking all bent up. Your locs scattered around ever so softly.

It was like he was fucking a goddess...

Eren was between harsh and soft, his manhandling ways were shown easily by the way he pulled out quickly and turned you over. Your plump ass shaking like jello as his cock easily slipped inside once again.. filling you up for the second time. God you just couldn't wait till you could feel his cum...

"Imma Fuck you till you turn dumb..." Eren spoke harshly as his long fingers gripped at some of your locs. Pulling them and wrapping them around his wrist somewhat. Gaining all control over you and your own body...

He wasn't playing either...

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ Masterlist 2

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babyboibucky · 4 years ago

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Project V: Stress Ball

Pairings: College!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky is stressing over his studies.

Word Count: 662

Warnings: Uhhh none really, Bucky being his dumbass self, some groping and implied smut I guess

A/N: Alright, alright, alriiiightttt. I said I wouldn’t be doing any direct sequel to Project V but some actually enjoyed ProjectV!Bucky’s dynamics with the reader there so I’ll be posting some ficlets revolving around them every once in a while. AND THIS FIRST ONE IS SOLELY BASED ON A CONVO I HAD WITH MY BOO @bitchassbucky

Project V Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

You were on your bed, laying on your stomach while studying for an upcoming exam. Bucky on the other hand, was on your couch and mumbling to himself as he memorized his notes. Prelims were right around the corner and the both of you have been stressing out about it, being in your last year in college.

Bucky groaned. Again. You’ve been ignoring the annoying sounds he has been making the entire time he was studying. Sure, he excelled in his academics (can you believe that he’s constantly a dean’s lister?) but whenever he gets stressed when studying, he does the most annoying things. Like grunting or talking to himself and apparently, squeezing the cushions on your couch.

“Will you shut up? You’ve been groaning the entire time and it’s distracting me.” You snapped.

Bucky just had to groan again in response. “I can’t. My brain can’t take this anymore.” He said, throwing his head back against the back of the couch.

He grabbed a cushion— your favorite one— and started kneading it with his hands. You watched him do it over and over again until you noticed that he was deforming it already.

“Stop groping my cushion! What are you, a fucking cat?!” You exclaimed, getting up from your bed to snatch your precious pillow away from Bucky’s hands.

Bucky had a lightbulb moment when he turned to you with a mischievous grin.

“Would you rather I grope your tit instead?” Bucky asked, extending an arm and making grabby hands at you.

You deadpanned at him but considered his question anyway, “Would it stop you from ruining my cushions?”

“Hell, yeah.” Bucky said, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

You scrutinized your best friend who was smiling at you hopefully. You couldn’t believe that things like these are pretty normal now, after that incident that the both of you referred to as “Project V”.

“Just one tit.” You said.

Bucky frowned, “Just one?! You’re really gonna deprive me of the full groping experience?” He whined like a fucking baby.

“One tit or none at all, your call.” You said, sitting up and reaching behind you to remove your bra.

You wiggled your bra right in front of Bucky’s face before throwing it aside, “Decide quickly before I change my mind!” You urged.

Bucky rolled his eyes, “Fine. Just one tit.” He said and moved to sit beside you on your bed.

Bucky licked his lips as he stared at your breasts, choosing which one to grope. You grunted from impatience, “Jesus, just grab any of them!”

Just like that, Bucky slipped a hand inside your shirt and gently groped your left boob. It wasn’t awkward though, despite the both of you sitting face to face with Bucky’s hand inside your shirt. You were thankful that after Project V, nothing really changed between you and Bucky.

“Tell me if I squeeze too hard.” He said.

“You have no idea what my tits are capable of. Try me, Barnes.” You challenged.

Bucky made a face, “Why does everything have to be a competition?” He asked. “But since I myself am very competitive, I’d like to take on your boob challenge.”

You bit back a moan when Bucky brushed the pad of his thumb against your nipple before fondling your breast. This could easily turn you on but with how Bucky looked like an excited five year old boy playing with play dough, you figured that there was absolutely nothing sexual about this.

“Your tit is now my own personal stress ball and you can’t tell me otherwise.” Bucky declared.

You were about to retort to his childish comment when your door opened. Your roommate, Wanda stepped in and almost dropped her iced coffee at the sight that welcomed her.

You and Bucky on your bed, his hand inside your shirt squeezing your breast. Wanda blinked in utter confusion before letting out a long sigh.

“I’m gonna head out again.”

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byuntrash101 · 4 years ago

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Trump Card

Picture credit: @exo-stentialism

Pairing: mainly Dom!Baekhyun x You BUT also Chanyeol x You; Exo!OT9 x You

Genre: EstablishedRelationship!AU, smut

Tags: alcohol, daddy kink, oral (m), deepthroat, praising, exhibitionism/voyeurism (kinda), dirty talk, jealousy, light hair pulling, "public" masturbation (f), squirting, overstimulation (kinda), fingering, cum play, bukakke, lots of cum 🍆💦 (you've been warned😈)

Raiting: +18 (trust me it's filthyyy🤪)

Word count: 4.9k

Summary: It’s game night with the boys and like often you decide to tag along with your boyfriend Baekhyun. But when money and alcohol is involved, the only thing missing is sex.

A/N: Guyssss!! I had so MUCH fun writting this one 🥵🥵... soooo did you notice the pairing isn't only Baek this time ??? you'll see why hehe 😏😏. I don't want to spoil. -Cat 😽

Tag list: @lovebuginlove @calamell @bobohumyonlyboo @smolbeanmika @making-me-blush @wooya1224 @yixing-jaehyun @f4ncyvelvet @lalalala-lav @deligxt @xofanfics @byunsugar @dixnysustae @to-all-the-stories-i-love @artisticcgroove @myexoobsession @geniusloey @blahblahblah-boo @nana-banana @mingiandbaconjam @chanyeolscoon

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Trump Card

“There she is!” Chanyeol shouted, getting up from his chair, completely ignoring his best friend entering his garage at the exact same time as you.

Like every week Chanyeol hosted a secret and illegal gathering. What the boys called “game night”. Basically, it was an excuse for all of them to come together, drink some beer and other liquors.

Illegal because it involved gambling and money. Lots of it.

Tonight, the said game was poker. A round table was set up next to Chanyeol’s car.

He walked up to you and immediately held you in a tight and warm hug. You chuckled lightly.

“Yeol!” You say hugging him back.

“Okay that’s it you two” you heard the voice of your boyfriend as you felt his hand pulling at your side, ripping you from Chanyeol’s warm embrace.

When you turned to face him, Baekhyun's eyes were throwing daggers at Chanyeol as he tightly held your waist by his side. Chanyeol on the other hand just shrugged and laughed.

Everytime it was the same thing. Ever since you and Baekhyun started dating. When he first introduced you to his group of friends, they started to playfully flirt with you just to get on Baekhyun’s nerves. At first, you were uncomfortable but you realized pretty soon that the eight of them were actually real gentlemen and they only wanted to tease their friend.

Because, yes, Baekhyun was so easy to get worked up. He was jealous. The simplest little interaction would have him running back to you to make sure everyone in the room knew you were with him. You were his and nobody else’s.

The door of the garage cracked open once again.

“Ah finally!” Junmyeon shouted as Sehun was walking in. “We were waiting for you!”

“Okay everyone is here so let's sit” Jongdae shouted.

They all took place around the table. As per usual, you sat beside your boyfriend. You didn’t really like to play yourself but you did enjoy watching how the game turned out. The boys always made for a very entertaining bunch.

“Poker tonight boys?” Chanyeol asked while shuffling the deck of cards.

“Yup” Minseok said as he was opening up his wallet to throw on the table a thick stack of cash.

They all followed. One after the other they placed huge amounts of money in front of them. Huge amounts of money that was to be lost or won by tonight's lucky winner.

All of them were successful in their own field of action. Kyungsoo was a famous actor, Yixing owned a music label, Junmyeon was a business tycoon, Sehun a haute couture runway model, Jongin was a world famous choreographer, Chanyeol was a renowned guitarist and drummer, Minseok was an eminent university professor and even if Jongdae was relatively discreet about his occupation you suspected he was involved with the mafia… And for your boyfriend, Baekhyun, he owned his own fashion line.

And they called their little group EXO.

Needless to say, all this money lying on the green felt wasn’t worth much to them. They played and gambled for the thrill of it. Not for the money. But you know, if you can become richer in the process then… No one is complaining.

Their status is clearly the reason why they hold those secret meetings in Chanyeol’s garage.

Chanyeol handed the deck of cards to Kyungsoo who proceeded to distribute them among the EXOs.

Baekhyun flipped his cards up to take a look at them and you did too. Two spades cards, the 5 and 6. It wasn’t looking so bad. It seemed like luck was on Baekhyun’s side tonight. So he went along with the game.

After very tumultuous arounds and lots of beer and liquor. Chanyeol and Baekhyun were the last ones standing.

Baekhyun was feeling more and more confident as the rounds progressed and the others kept on folding one after the other. The four cards on the green felt were all spades, the ace, 7, 8 and 9. So it basically meant Baekhyun already won… He was holding a straight flush with his 5 and 6 spades. So no matter what the last card was going to be, he was going to win.

When Kyungsoo was about to flip the last card Chanyeol stopped him.

“Wait! You know what? I’m feeling very lucky tonight. So, how about we make this game worth something for once?”

All heads whipped to him.

“What do you mean?” Jongin asked.

“Well” Chanyeol reached for the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out his car keys which he set on the table and pushed to add to the beting with the back of his hand. All the others gasped in shock, Baekhyun included. “How about my Mercedes G Wagon?”

Baekhyun eyed down the shiny metal key.

“Are you sure about that ?” he raises an eyebrow, trying to gauge his friend.

“Yup” Chanyeol says, full of confidence. You look back at Baekhyun’s hand. For a second you feel sorry for him, you know there’s no way he can top his straight flush. But then you make eye contact with him. There’s a gleam in his eyes that you’ve never seen before… Somehow it makes you shiver.

“I mean suit yourself” Baekhyun answers shrugging. “I can’t lose with the hand I have”.

“Then you won’t mind betting anything...” Chanyeol marks a dramatic silence as he brings his eyes back to Baekhyun. “Anything at all”

The whole room is on edge, these boys have been knowing each other for years. So they know Chanyeol is up to no good when he says something like this.

Baekhyun leans in.

“Bring it on” he whispers detaching every syllable, throwing a challenging gaze to his friend.

“Then I want to see y/n” Chanyeol says, flashing his pearly white teeths in the most teasing smile. The others all start to whisper in shock. Baekhyun tilts his head.

“What do you mean, Park?”

Chanyeol’s eyes shift to you as he licks his lips while they are being pulled in a sly smirk.

“I, no, we want y/n to do a show for us. We want to see her strip.”

Your head whips to Baekhyun but he doesn’t take his eyes off Chanyeol, gauging him. Trying to see if he bluffs. Underneath the table you squeeze your boyfriend's thigh, trying to make him look at you but he is focussed on the game. He looks back again at his hand. Then you feel him relax, the tension in his back and shoulders vanishes as he finally looks at you. He leans in and whispers in your ear.

“Baby I can’t lose with this okay? so don’t worry.” He places a reassuring hand over your knee. “Do you trust me?” you nod, still hesitant.

Then Baekhyun gets up and circles the car. He walks over to it, checks out the rims, leans in to look at the beautiful leather interior. Then comes back and sits.

“It’s a deal, Park”

Silence settles as they both stare at each other in the most defying way. Kyungsoo pulls the last card. Even though you are certain that Baekhyun will win, you can’t help your heart to loudly beat against your rib cage, shooting boiling blood throughout your body.

Kyungsoo reveals the last card. It’s the king of spades. Baekhyun shouts victoriously, flipping both of his cards on the green felt.

“Straight flush, motherfuckerrrr” Baekhyun shouts, smiling from ear to ear. But you are more cautious and reserved. You refuse to believe it before you see Chanyeol’s cards because… even if it’s highly improbable, and chances are as slim as could be... There could be a chance that Chanyeol pulled a…

“Royal flush” Chanyeol whispers, throwing his 10 and queen of spades in front of Baekhyun. Baekhyun’s face shatters in a million pieces as the others jump up in a loud celebration. You feel your heart sink in your heels. You can’t believe it…

Baekhyun lost.

Once the euphoria dies down a little they all look at you. Baekhyun gets up in a fury, making his chair fall back on the concrete floor of the garage.

“Okay baby,” Chanyeol starts looking you dead in the eyes. “Come on, do your thing” he smirks evilly as your heart tried to jump out of your chest again.

You turn a worried eye to your boyfriend.

“We lost y/n… Just… do what he says! ” he snaps. His voice is laced with anger and even though you know it’s not directed at you you can’t help but to feel hurt. Baekhyun turns around, not wanting to witness his beloved girlfriend stripping for his best friends.

Chanyeol smiles at you, trying to encourage you.

You get up, determined to honor the bet and get it over with. You can’t believe how you got in this situation but you intend to get out of it quickly.

As soon as you bring your hands to the first button of your flowy blouse, the others fall silent. Holding their breaths in, patiently waiting to see your skin peek out from the light white material of your top.

You undo one button, then two, then three, then finally you peel the blouse off your shoulders and let it fall flat on the ground. You hear some of them gasp.

Your hand circles your back and with one movement you unclasp your night blue lace bra.

“Fuck” you hear Jongin whisper under his breath.

You slip one arm out then the other, maintaining the bra over your breasts. You take a deep breath, and slowly, you let the lace fall at your feet too.

“Fuck y/n, you’re so pretty” Yixing curses.

You should feel embarrassed and you try to convince yourself that it is in fact this feeling that makes your heart jump up and down inside your chest. But it’s a lie. And you have the proof of it when your hand slips underneath your pleated skirt to slide off your matching blue thong. You feel a string of juices linking you to the underwear. There it is, leaving a darker wet spot on your thong. The proof that maybe, just maybe… you were enjoying all these eyes on you, that maybe you liked the way their jaws dropped and the way they sighed in awe when you were taking more and more pieces of clothing off… But thankfully no one noticed.

Heat rushed to your cheeks. How can you feel aroused in this kind of situation when your boyfriend is right there, when he could just turn around and see you undress yourself for his friend, and he could see you… getting wet for them...

And somehow this thought excites you even more.

You scrunch up the thin dark blue lace and, in frustration, throw it across the room but Chanyeol intercepts it. He catches it and brings it to his face, he buried his nose in it, inhaling deeply, eyes fluttering close. Before handing it over to Minseok.

“They are drenched” he whispers, not taking his eyes off you. Minseok’s eyes bulge out as he unfolds the lace and sticks his tongue out, shamelessly licking the fabric. You feel blood rush to your face as your ears start to burn and your eyes dart to your boyfriend. There’s no way Baekhyun didn’t hear that, but he keeps on staring at the wall.

“Fuck she tastes so fucking sweet too” Minseok adds.

How can he keep ignoring this? How can he be so fucking selfish? He’s the one that got you in this and now he just stands in the corner and refuses to even be a mere mental support for you… Well maybe there’s no point in feeling ashamed after all. The 8 men standing infront of you are all very handsome, and maybe it’s your right to have fun with them when your stupid idiot boyfriend put you in this situation to begin with.

When you come to this realization, something flips in you. You stop with the shy demeanour and start to smirk. Chanyeol instantly picks up the change of attitude and god knows he likes it.

Very carefully and teasingly you grab the hem of your skirt and pull it up, very very slowly. As the fabric reveals more skin you can feel tension building in the air and it reaches its climax as you finally unveil your drenched little pussy.

“Fuck” Sehun says as he can’t help his hand to stroke himself throught his tight jeans.

Then Chanyeol pulls up a chair for you and motions for you to sit on it. You do and look up at the 8 men.

“Touch yourself for us baby” Chanyeol purrs.

You turn to your boyfriend again, but still he doesn’t move.

“Do it babygirl”

Chanyeol’s low husky voice and this pet name in his mouth makes the hairs in the nape of your neck stand up, a shiver running down your spine.

Leaning on the back of the chair you slowly spread your legs, allowing everybody watching to have a look on your slick and glistening folds.

The boys instinctively take a step forward, wanting to see you better. Yixing, Minseok and Chanyeol even crouch down to have a closer look. While the others are busy palming themselves through their pants.

The adrenaline shooting through your veins gives you the courage to continue. You bring a shaky hand to your swollen nub and start to draw small circles. It's only then that you realize how wet you truly are. You are drenched, absolutely soaking wet.

When your delicate fingers start to play with yourself you can't help but to let a small whimper slip out of your mouth and for the first time Baekhyun takes a peek at you over his shoulder.

When you finally make eye contact with your boyfriend you instinctively start to rub your little nub faster, producing more noise. Which makes Baekhyun finally turn around to look at you too.

Feeling his eyes on you while you offer a show to his friends makes you tingle all over and you moan even louder.

"Fuck you're so hot" Sehun says, big huge bulge almost ripping through his tight jeans.It’s only now that you realize why Baekhyun always talks about Sehun’s big nose… Now you definitely understand where that feature comes from...

"Let me help you baby" Yixing says as he delicately pulls on the skin around your center, spreading your folds for everyone.

"Yeah me too'' Minseok joins Yixing and pulls on the other side. And your pussy is now completely open for the world to see. You keep on rubbing hard on your bud. The pleasurable friction keeps on pulling throaty moans out of your mouth.

'Look! She's twitching" Junmyeon notices.

"Are you gonna cum babygirl?" Chanyeol asks in a short-breathed whisper. His deep voice laced with lust, giving away his urge to see you squirm and orgasm for him.

And yes, you are so incredibly close. All these hungry eyes on you, all those men staring at your most intimate parts and stroking themselves. It got you so fired up. And you're ready. You're ready to end it.

"Cum. Cum for us baby" Chanyeol adds.

And you throw your head back, toes curling up. Your orgasm washes over as gallons of juice gush out of your heat splashing your pleased audience.

"Fuckk she's squirting" you hear as Kyungsoo is now stroking himself out in the open, precum oozing out his dick while he firmly grips on it.

"You were right, she does taste delicious” Yixing says while licking his lips hungrily.

“Okay enough!” Baekhyun shouts from across the room and joins you with big strides. “They want a show?” You see him fiddling with his zipper. You’ve never seen such burning rage in his dark brown orbs. But there’s something else in there. Something as fire inducing as rage, maybe even more… Pure sexual desire. “Then let’s give them one” He opens up his zipper and pulls out his already nice and swollen member. The huge thing is staring at you dead on and you can't help but to lick your lips anticipatively.

You open wide while still leaning back on the chair, legs spread and he instantly fills up your mouth. You moan against his length, eyes fluttering close as you feel like you have been waiting to feel his warmth all evening.

The others gasp in shock and amazement.

Baekhyun seems to be out for revenge as he mercilessly fucks your mouth, grunting like an animal. Your eyes are tightly shut as you try your best to keep up with your boyfriend's hellish pace, when you feel soft but firm hands wrap around the nape of your neck.

“What a good girl you are'' Kyungsoo's deep voice coos as his fingers slide from the back of your neck to your throat, applying light pressure on it. “Good girl I know you can take him even further than this” His other hand wraps around your messy hair and tightly grips on it. He pushes hard but with care on your face, forcing Baekhyun’s huge cock past the back of your mouth and into your throat.

“Fuckkkk” Baekhyun moans out.

“Good girl” Kyungsoo praises again, helping you take every inch of Baekhyun’s cock inside your mouth, each time Kyungsoo holds you down to have your nose hit Baekhyun’s denim jeans. Tears roll down your face as you are gagged on your boyfriend’s thick cock.

Then you feel rugged hands, like the ones of a musician, gliding across your spread thighs, you look down and see Chanyeol lay a soft kiss on the sensitive thin skin of your inner thigh. You moan again.

“What a sensitive baby” Jongdae coos, lightly stroking your tears soaked cheeks.

It’s only then that you realize that the whole group is now closely circling you. All pumping their cocks in their hands, fully enjoying the look you have with Baekhyun’s girthy meat rod down your narrow throat.

“That little pussy is mine Park so hands off” Baekhyun growls, struggling with each word as he fucks your throat relentlessly.

“Okay okay” Chanyeol says while lifting his hands up in surrender. Right after he grabs one of your breasts. Baekhyun grunts in disapproval but doesn’t verbally protest, which is the cue for everyone else.

A dozen hands start to roam your body all over. You moan in satisfaction as some boys tease your erected niples, some pull on your hair. Sehun even risks himself rubbing the thickest cock you’ve ever seen on your cheek.

In response Baekhyun fucks your tight mouth even harder. Completely preventing you from breathing and as if all this is not enough now Jongin is pinching your nose, smirking evilly at Baekhyun’s side.

“Come on be a good girl and take him deep” Jongin purrs as you let out gurgling moans against your boyfriend's angry cock.

The room is filled with the grunts and growls of 9 men pleasuring themselves.

You feel Baekhyun twitch in your mouth as Sehun uses your face to pleasure himself. You can't take it anymore. Kyungsoo pulls on your hair which makes Baekhyun’s cock pop out of your mouth. You turn your face away to draw in a sharp breath as Jongin releases your nose and you can finally breathe again.

“Fuck I’m cumming” Sehun grunts while pumping his fist around his fat ass cock. And with that a stream of cum rushes out of his dick coating your face and splashing your hair, some even slips on your tongue as his bitter taste spreads through your mouth.

“Yes, take that cum like a good girl” Kyungsoo praises you.

“Take mine too” Jongin grunts as he sprays his own fair share of cum all over your face.

You are completely ruined already, makeup smudged with cum and tears, lips red and swollen, hair messy and sticky. But to the nine men you’ve never looked better.

“Fuck now get up” Baekhyun orders and everyone immediatly steps aside to let you stand. “Now sit on this cock I’ll fuck you infront of everyone since it’s what you seem to enjoy. Right?” There's a grievance in Baekhyun’s voice. it almost sounds like disappointment but for a reason that’s foreign to you, this tone turns you on even more.

Everyone is suspended at your lips, you are the one deciding to continue with this or not. You want to say that you don't want to do this, you feel like it’s what you should say but you would lie. You love to see such lust for you in your boyfriend’s best friends’ eyes. You want more of their sinful gazes on you.

“Yes I want that daddy”

Baekhyun smirks, somehow that is what he wanted you to say. He doesn't really know why but he doesn't want to unload the question right now. Right now all he wants is to feel your tight little pussy around his thick cock.

“She calls you daddy?” Minseok asks in shock.

“You’re so fucking lucky dude” Chanyeol whispers.

Then you start to lift your foot to straddle Baekhyun but he stops you.

“Other way around baby. Let them see the beautiful face you make when I fill you up with my cock”

You turn on your feet and sink yourself on Baekhyun’s cock, your back to him and facing your audience. Immediately the pleasure is divine. Your lonely pussy has waited all night to finally be filled like this. You can't help but to moan loudly as he goes deeper inside you until he reaches the bottom of you.

“What a good girl! She can really take cock” Minseok praises you as he gently strokes your inner thigh.

“You like being filled up like this with a fat cock in front of everybody, right baby?” Chanyeol asks.

“Yessss” You cry out moaning uncontrollably as your legs shake when you start to lightly bounce yourself on Baekhyun’s length. “I love my daddy’s thick cock” You moan out, your tits lightly bouncing up and down.

“Good girl. Daddy must be so proud of you” Jongdae cooes.

Then Baekhyun grabs your legs by the back of your knee and pulls you up in the air, your ass is in full display as he slams his hips upwards, holding your knees apart. He fucks you so intensely all of a sudden you can’t help but to moan loudly as you cry out in absolute bliss, mixing your tears with the cum on your face.

“Fuck! What a pretty little pussy” Kyunsoo moans out as he strokes his cock.

"What beautiful cute nipples too" Junmyeon praises. One hand stroking his cock the other playfully pinching your small erected nipples.

“Please daddy… aaahh.. Please slow down” you beg, swallowing a sob as Baekhyun makes you pay for the frustrating and contradictory feelings he is experiencing.

“You beg so well, baby… aaahh” Kyungsso moans out as he lets himself go on your bouncing tits.

"Fuckkk... me too I want to cum on those beautiful fucking tits of yours babygirl" Junmyeon grunts, finally climaxing too.

So much cum mixing up and streaming down in between your breast to your stomach.

“Fuck you look so good with all this cum on you.” Yixing praises as he rubs his tip against your bruised lips, making you taste his precum. “You want my cum too babe?” he asks, smirking evilly down on you.

“Yes” you say in a jerky breath as Baekhyun is still fucking you deep and hard.

“Then take it” Yixing grunts cumming all over your face, an unhealthy amount of thick cum is sprayed on your lips and neck, running down your breasts.

At this point you feel like you're drowning in it but you’ve never felt better in your life. You feel your wall clench around Baekhyun’s thick cock. Ready to milk him too. Ready to take his cum inside your tight little hungry pussy. You want this so much. You want to cum so bad. You can’t take it anymore.

But he slows down.

“Not yet babygirl” he says evilly, still mad at you (and himself) for enjoying all of this a little too much. “Not before I tell you to”

“But daddy Please” you whine.

“I said no” he says as he slams his hip with force, shutting you up in the process.

You start to sniffle.

But you feel rugged hands rub on your desperate little clit. As soon as you're being touched you throw your head back again, soaked in this pleasurable sensation on your lonely bud.

“Park, I told you not to touch her” Baekhyun barks, which makes Chanyeol pull away his hand. Immediately at the loss of contact you let out a disappointed little whimper.

“But she wants it. Right baby?”

You look back up at Chanyeol’s big eyes. Tears rolling down, you nod shyly.

“See?” he says smirking in victory before he pushes his middle finger inside your already crowded heat, using his thumb to draw circles on your throbbing clit. You moan out loud, completely giving up the idea of containing yourself. The way his finger stretches you even further when your boyfriend already has his cock lodged deep inside you... it’s divine. The full sensation is making you lose any sense of sanity and your mind completely goes blank as you grind your pussy on your boyfriend’s dick and your friend's hand, demanding more of this intoxicating joy.

Baekhyun starts to fuck you again, making you dangerously flirt with the edge. And the pleasure takes another layer when you feel the blunt nail of chanyeol teasing your g spot, everytime Baekhyun pulls out of your exhausted and desperate little cunt. You moan out, absolutely delighted.

Jongdae and Minseok stand at each side of you and look closely at the scene while jerking off.

“Fuck baby you’re so fucking hot” Minseok whispers.

“I’m going to cummm” you scream out, tits bouncing and eyes rolled back.

“Fuck yeah” Jondgae says as he cums on your bouncing tits, closely followed by Minseok while you let yourself cross the edge.

Chanyeol feels how your walls twitch uncontrolably around his finger as Baekhyun keeps on fucking you, holding a bruising grip on your spread thighs.

“That's it baby, cum. Cum with my finger deep inside you” Chanyeol, purrs and for the second time of the evening your cum gushes out your center in a powerful stream completely soaking Chanyeol in the process.

Baekhyun gradually slows down to let you ride out your high as you try vainly to catch your breath because before you even open your eyes back Chanyeol shoves his fingers inside your mouth. When you look at him his big ass cock is right in front of your face as he pumps it fast around his clenched fist, knuckles turned white as he’s ready to milk his cock for you right in front of your very eyes.

“That's it baby. Taste yourself” he says in this raspy voice that makes your head turn.

“Fuck I can’t keep going anymore” Baekhyun grunts from behind as he starts up where he left off, pounding his cock inside your need little cunt once again. This time you know you’re in for the grand finale. And you couldn't be happier because you can’t take it anymore. You are sticky, sweaty, exhausted and covered in semen. If you have to cum once again you might die from it.

“Fuck baby girl you’re so fucking tight” Baekhyun moans difficultly holding himself back, ramming his cock with all his might in your tiny little hole.

Chanyeol chuckles as he takes pleasure looking at your desperate ruined face, struggling to have yet another orgasm forced in your worn out little body.

“Touch your clit for me baby” Chanyeol commands. And you look up at him with pleading eyes, messy hair bouncing everytime your boyfriend's cock thrusts inside you to rearrange your guts. “Do it, rub your clit for me” he says roughly grabbing your hair. The burn on your scalp makes you bite your lip as your hand starts to draw circles on your swollen and still throbbing clit.

“Fuckkkkk” you scream out, your hand matching Baekhyun’s relenting pace.

“Say you like Daddy’s dick” Baekhyun shouts.

“I fucking love Daddy’s cock” you scream again.

“You’re ready for my cum baby?” Chanyeol asks, lowering himself, bringing his cock next to your clit.

“Yes please” you beg.

"Look at me babygirl" Chanyeol's raw voice whispers. "Look at me while I cum for you."

Your eyes snap back to meet his lust filled ones and Chanyeol shoots thick ropes of cum right onto your pussy. You rub the warm and thick cum onto your clit, making your fingers glide so smoothly on your bud. As you think the pleasure can’t possibly be higher, it goes up a notch again as Baekhyun finally lets go inside you.

“Fuckkkk you’re mine. You're fucking mine” he grunts in a hoarse and husky voice you didn’t know he had. “Let them see how I mark your little pussy”

You feel what could be gallons of thick cum stream inside you, filling you up to the brim and spilling out for the world to see.

“Daddy this pussy is yours” you yell, tears of joy rolling down your cheeks and your legs shaking uncontrollably as Baekhyun forces you into the third most powerful orgasm of the evening. Your throbbing clit soaked in Chanyeol’s thick sperm, your walls tightly clenching on Baekhyun's length, you collapse to the ground, barely held up by your boyfriend.

But with the corner of your eyes you could still catch some elements of your surroundings. You heard pants being pulled up and belts being buckled.

"She truly is a keeper" Chanyeol says. "You're a very lucky man Byun" he chuckles light-heartedly.

“I know that" Baekhyun barks. "Okay listen to me Park, that was a one time thing okay? I don’t want you near her ever again okay?”

“Of course dude. Don’t worry” Chanyeol nonchalantly reponds. But before turning around he winks swifty at you, wearing the same mischievous smirk he did when he pulled his trump card…

And somehow you feel like it isn’t over yet...

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A/N: so guys how was itttt? it's my first time writing a scene that involves so many people. It was a challenge but I like the way it turned out. Also it got me thinking... Should I write a full on OT9 gangbang? What do you think???🤪🤪

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1800-fight-me · 4 years ago

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Sweet like candy

Javier Peña x Fem!Reader (no y/n)

Friends to exes to lovers- angst with a happy ending

Warnings: cursing, arguing, and smut

Word count: 5k

Author’s note: This was beta read by my boo thang @just-here-for-the-moment and it is with her encouragement that I finally had the courage to post this so I hope ya’ll like it! Here’s a link to my masterlist if you’d like to check out my other writing!

“Hey candy girl.”

You froze at the sound of that voice, the aching familiarity of those words. The happiness and hurt associated with them. He’s teased you with that nickname for as long as you’ve known him.

You finally found the courage to turn around from where you were restocking behind the counter of the candy shop you managed. Part of you was sure you imagined it. It couldn’t be him. It just couldn’t.

You’d moved on with your life. He couldn’t just appear out of nowhere like this and bring it all crashing down again.

He looked as devastatingly handsome as he did all those years ago. Older, but he had clearly aged like fine wine.

You steeled your resolve and refused to let your emotions control you. You would not cry.

“Javier? What are you doing here?”

“Oh you know me, dulzura, I’ve got a sweet tooth.”

It was suddenly hard to breathe.

You pointed a finger at him and felt your eyes water.

“Don’t call me that. You don’t have the right anymore.” You were so mad he still had such a hold over your emotions.

“I missed you,” he said, his voice mesmerizing. He was pulling you right back in with so few words and it terrified you.

“You don’t get to miss me. You left me. You ran away as soon as you got scared.” Your voice didn’t have the strength you wanted it to. You sounded as broken as you felt.

“Dulzura, I-“

“Hey babe!” You looked up and saw your boyfriend Mark walk in.

“Hi. Thanks for picking me up.” He came over and kissed you. You pulled back quickly with a murmured, “Let’s go.”

“I’m not interrupting anything am I?”

“No,” you said.

At the same time Javier said, “Yes.”

Mark looked back and forth between you and Javier, obviously confused.

“I’ll give you a minute,” he decided, then went outside to wait for you in the car.

Javier lifted an eyebrow at you. “Babe?”

You sighed.

“You hate being called babe,” he said with amusement in his voice.

“It’s new. I- you know what? I don’t have to explain myself to you.”

He sighed and nodded slightly. His voice softened and he said, “Can we talk?”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No. I have to go,” you said and stormed out before he could say anything. Your coworker was there and could cover for you so you weren’t worried about abandoning the store. You’d text her as soon as you calmed down.

“You okay babe?” Mark asked you and you sighed.

“Yeah I’m fine,” you snapped.

You really did hate being called babe. You hated that after all these years Javier still knew you more than anyone else.

Maybe it’s because after he left you never truly let anyone else in.

You rubbed your temples and took deep breaths to try to calm down. It only helped minimally.

“Who was that guy?”

“Nobody. He’s an asshole.”

“Do you know him?”

“No,’ you lied.

“Man asshole customers are the worst,'' he said sympathetically.

“Mmhmm”

“Does pizza and a movie sound good to you tonight?”

You exhaled, “Yeah that sounds nice.”

******

First Grade- Laredo, TX

You were terrified to be the new girl at school halfway through the year. Moving was really hard, you missed your old house and your best friend. Your first week at the new school hadn’t gone too well.

Your mom told you to bring some candy and give it to all your classmates to help you make friends. You thought it was a stupid idea, but you were out of your own ideas.

At recess kids swarmed you as you handed them candy, but they all ran away as soon as they had it.

You sat by yourself, upset about your lack of luck.

You looked up when you heard a voice say, “Hey candy girl!”

You saw a little boy from a different class coming over to you.

You put your hands on your hips and said, “My name is not candy girl.”

“Well what is it then?” The little boy mimicked your movement and put his hands on his hips too.

You told him and his response was, “Well, my name is Javier. Can I have some candy too?”

The two of you grinned at each other and you didn’t know it then, but you had just met your best friend.

******

The next day

“What’s in this box?” Mark called from the other room.

“What box?” You were in the bathroom getting ready for the day.

“This one,” you heard him grunt and when you walked into the room saw him holding the box.

“Nothing! Don’t worry about it. Why did you pull that out of the closet?” You were trying to keep your panicked voice calm.

“The other day you said we should make some room for me to leave some stuff here. Like a drawer and some space in the closet…”

“Sorry. Just-just put that back please? I’ll find you some space after work.”

He nodded and you could tell he felt confused and maybe even hurt by your words but there were too many thoughts swirling in your brain to come up with the words to put his mind at ease.

You weren’t ready for Javier to appear so suddenly and bust your life open, but it had already happened and you were left reeling.

“So the mechanic said your car is ready to be picked up.”

You sighed in relief of the subject change. “Yeah, if you could drop me off there so I can pick it up that would be great.”

He nodded and smiled at you tentatively. You smiled softly back and determined that today would be a better day.

******

The day he left

You woke up and reached across the bed only to find it empty and cold. You weren’t too surprised, Javi had been having a hard time sleeping ever since he was cleared to work for the DEA. He didn’t know yet where they would send him and it was a touchy subject for the two of you. You hoped against hope that it would be close but you knew the reality of the situation. The two of you had been dating for about a year after years of silently yearning for each other. After all that, you figured your relationship could get through anything.

You padded out to the kitchen, hoping to find him there but instead found a note in his messy scrawl.

“I’m so sorry. I have to go. I never meant to hurt you. You have my heart always, dulzura.”

You read it. Then read it again. And again. And again.

You couldn’t comprehend what it meant. He left? To go where? He couldn’t leave. Javi was one of the only constants in your life.

You stumbled to the phone and called Chucho.

“Hello?”

“Chucho?” your voice wobbled.

He sighed. “Hija.”

“Where-how could he-where did he go?” Your heart was racing. You hoped Chucho would reassure you that nothing was wrong. Maybe Javi was there with him and it was all a misunderstanding.

“He went to Colombia,” Chucho’s voice was very soft.

“No. He wouldn’t. He wouldn’t leave without talking to me about it, without telling me, right?”

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

“Right?!” The tears were flowing freely now.

“I’m so sorry.” You dropped the phone and felt your heart crack in two.

How could he do this to you?

******

Your day did not go as planned. Everything that could possibly go wrong, did.

You groaned in frustration. It was all because you were so distracted. For years you had kept your memories and feelings for Javier locked away in your mind, never to be touched. That all went to hell when he showed up yesterday.

You couldn’t stop thinking about him. Memories came flooding back to you. You couldn’t sleep last night and not even Mark’s attempts to make you come could take your mind off of Javier.

You really needed to break up with Mark. You weren’t nearly as interested in him as he was in you.

That seemed to be the trend with all your relationships. Even before you knew you were in love with Javier, you focused more on him than on your various boyfriends. Nothing ever lasted because there was no one for you but Javier.

Even after he broke your heart, there could be no one but him.

So you made small frustrating mistakes all day and every time you heard the door of the shop open your head whipped up. Every damn time your heart raced, half in excitement, half in dread that it would be Javier walking through the door again.

You knew he would try to talk to you again. You know Javier, he’s a stubborn and driven man. If he wants something he’ll work for it and get it nearly every damn time. So despite your rejection the day before, you knew he would keep trying.

That worried you because you had always struggled with telling him no. And your resolve never held for very long when he gave you his best pleading look. But he had broken your heart and left you for years without a word. You couldn’t give into him easily. You wouldn’t. No explanation could excuse what he had done.

******

Later that day

You stared at the box in your closet. You knew you shouldn’t do it. You really should not open that goddamn box.

Shit. You opened it. You pulled out everything and set it on the floor around you.

You stared at the many pictures of you and Javier. The two of you as children hugging each other and grinning, teeth missing, and clothes dirty. Both of you smiling on Halloween in your cute little costumes, your trick or treat bags full of candy. The two of you in your awkward preteen phases with braces and embarrassing haircuts. Both of you sticking your tongues out at the camera as Chucho tried to get a picture before you went to a rock concert in high school. Your senior prom, despite the two of you having dates that weren’t each other, Chucho managed to get a picture of just you and Javier. High school graduation. College graduation. A beach trip. Javier kissing you passionately as you both stood in front of the ranch. There were so many wonderful memories and it felt like a form of self harm to be looking at them now that they stung from Javier’s abandonment of you.

The last and most horrible thing in the box was the note he left. You couldn’t bring yourself to read it again.

A few weeks after he left, you decided instead of being sad you were going to be angry and you packed up this box and shoved it in the closet and packed up all his other shit he left in your apartment and dumped it on Chucho’s doorstep.

The only thing you couldn’t make yourself pack away was his favorite t-shirt. The logo of your high school had long since faded but it didn’t matter because it was comfortable and his. You still wore it on nights you missed him the most.

You were so focused on your task you didn’t hear Mark knocking on the door or coming into your apartment.

“Babe?”

You jerked in surprise and dropped the picture you were holding. It was the most recent picture of Javier hugging you from behind, you were both smiling and clearly in love, taken only weeks before he left.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you. I knocked. The door was unlocked.”

“It-It’s okay.”

“Who’s that?” He asked, looking down at the pictures.

“Um.”

“Wait a minute. I’ve seen that guy. He’s the one that was in your shop yesterday.”

You sighed. “Yeah.”

“Why would you lie to me about that? Are you cheating on me?” His voice was too accusatory for your liking.

“No. Of course not. I don’t know why I lied. He just showed up out of the blue yesterday for the first time in years and it really threw me off.”

“Oh. Okay. What did he say?” Mark relaxed a bit and sat down next to you.

“He wants to talk,” you said weakly.

“Do you want to talk to him?” He asked but his voice indicated there was a certain answer he was looking for.

“No. Maybe. I don’t know.”

Mark sighed.

“He was just such a big part of my life.”

He nodded as his eyes skimmed over all the pictures.

“I don’t know what to do.” You felt your eyes brim with tears. You wanted to scream, you were so annoyed at how much Javier had made you cry by just being in your life again.

The phone rang. You and Mark looked at each other.

“Let it go to voicemail,” you said.

“What’s his name?” Mark asked.

“Javier.” You hated how your tongue always caressed his name.

The answering machine beeped and you heard the message as it was being recorded.

“Dulzura? I was really hoping we could talk. I’m sorry for just showing up yesterday and for everything that happened and for not calling. I just- could you call me back?-“

You picked up the phone before he could end his message.

“Now you remember my phone number motherfucker?”

You practically screeched.

He said your name in surprise but you bulldozed him and kept talking before he could get another word in.

“Years. Javier Peña. It has been YEARS and now you call me? You couldn’t call me any sooner? You couldn’t show up any sooner?”

“I know dulzura and I’m sorry. Maybe I could come over and we could talk-“

“What makes you think I want to talk to you?” You were furious, beyond logic.

“Well you did pick up the phone,” you could hear the trademark Javier smugness in his voice.

“Listen to me cabrón, leave me alone. I do not want to talk to you,” your voice quivered with rage. You hung up the phone before he could say anything more. You knew the more you let him talk the more his quick tongue would convince you to listen to him.

You collapsed to the floor and covered your face to hide your sobs.

Mark wrapped his arm around you to comfort you. You let him until you pulled yourself together and looked at him.

“I think we should break up,” you said.

He sighed. “Because of him?”

“You don’t deserve to get wrapped up in this.”

“He’s clearly a dick. You shouldn’t have to deal with this alone.”

“I still love him,” you said bluntly and he looked at you in surprise.

“What?”

“He’s the love of my life. I’ve loved him since I knew what love is. I wish I could hate him more than I love him but I can’t. I-I don’t know if that means I’ll let him back in my life. But you don’t deserve someone who is in love with someone else. You deserve better.”

Mark sighed and nodded. “I always worried I was more invested in this relationship than you.”

“I’m sorry,” was all you could offer.

He nodded and stood. You watched him collect all his things. With his hand on the door handle, he looked at you and said, “For what it’s worth, I hope you don’t let him back in your life. You deserve better too.”

You smiled weakly and nodded then watched him leave.

******

You were underneath Javier as he pushed himself inside you and groaned your name.

“Fuck dulzura you’re so fucking tight. Perfect. You’re absolutely perfect. You take my cock so well.”

You moaned and yanked his mouth to yours.

He set a brutal pace that hit you in just the right spot and caused you to lose your mind.

“Javi,” you whined as your nails scratched at his back.

“You’re mine,” he growled into your ear and you gasped.

“Say it,” he accentuated his words with a bite to your neck.

You gasped. “Fuck. Javi I’m yours. Always yours. Only yours.”

“God, yes that’s it baby,” he said and used his finger to circle your clit.

“Come for me dulzura.”

You moaned and your body obeyed him, as it always did.

“Fuck yes. You’re such a good girl “ he grinded somehow deeper into you with a groan.

Your moans and whines were now loud enough to surely wake all the neighbors but you couldn’t care less.

He came in you with a grunt of your name then smashed his lips to yours, practically panting in your mouth.

You woke with a gasp and sat straight up in bed. These types of dreams were almost worse than the nightmares. You hated waking up wet with need and craving Javier’s cock. It happened all too often. Even when you were in relationships with other men. No one had ever taken care of you and satisfied you the way Javi did.

You rolled over and screamed in frustration into your pillow. You looked at the clock and saw it was only minutes before your alarm went off. This was going to be a long fucking day.

******

You struggled through the day. Breaking up with Mark and dealing with Javier was too much. You managed to calm your swirling thoughts enough to pleasantly take care of your customers and work through some of the many piles of paperwork on your desk.

Your phone rang and you contemplated not answering. You couldn’t deal with another call today, whether or not it was about the shop.

You sighed. “Hello?”

“Hija,” you heard Chucho’s voice say.

“Hi Chucho.”

“How are you?” The sympathy in his voice was comforting even though the last thing you wanted right now was to talk to a Peña man.

“How could you not tell me he was back?”

“Hija-”

“No. Chucho, he just showed up here! He showed up unannounced and blew my life up!’

“I know. I’m so sorry.”

You were sobbing now. “I just- I don’t know what to do. I-I don’t want to talk to him but I do. I- you know how much I’ve missed him.”

“I know. But I also know he has missed you just as much.”

“But this is his fault. He wouldn't have to miss me if he never-”

“I know. I know,’ he placated.

You wiped your tears and took a few deep calming breaths.

“Maybe you should talk to him,” Chucho said softly. You knew he wouldn't take sides, he wouldn’t convince you to talk to Javier if it would hurt you.

You sniffled. “Maybe. I don’t know.”

“It’ll be okay.”

You sighed, “You’re probably right. You’re usually right”

He chuckled lightly and you smiled.

“Thanks for checking on me Chucho.”

“Of course. Let me know if you need anything.”

Despite crying once again, you felt better after talking to Chucho. You knew you would cave eventually and talk to Javier. The truth is you were exhausted after years of being angry at him. You didn’t want to hold onto the anger and hurt anymore, you just wanted your friend back.

You knew the stubborn asshole would try to contact you again, you wouldn't let him off easy, and you would absolutely give him hell, but you decided to hear him out.

******

Before you dealt with any more drama you were going to treat yourself and wallow in self pity for the night.

You just broke up with your boyfriend and were reeling from a certain ex best friend crashing back into your life.

So you put on your comfiest clothes, Javier’s old tshirt and a pair of pajama shorts, ordered a pizza, and sat on the couch watching trashy tv with a pint of ice cream. It felt good to relax and ignore your problems for a little while.

There was a knock at the door and you grabbed your cash to pay for the pizza.

You opened the door to see Javier there with his fist raised to knock again.

“You’re not pizza,” you said, annoyance evident in your tone.

He raised an eyebrow at you quizzically but before he could say anything you moved to close the door in his face.

He stopped you from closing the door easily with a hand. You could see the frustration underneath his calm facade. He took a deep breath then said your name as placatingly as possible.

You cocked your head. “I’m sorry, am I annoying you? I can't imagine what that must feel like,” you said, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

He sighed and folded his arms over his chest before he said, “I forgot how stubborn you can be.”

Your eyebrows shot up, “Me? I’m stubborn? You’re the most stubborn infuriating man I’ve ever met!”

“Um, I have a pizza here for this apartment…” a small feminine voice said.

You shouldered past Javier to get to the teenager. She gave you a nervous smile as her eyes flickered between you and the brooding man looming over you.

“Everything is fine,” you said to her.

“Javier, go inside. You’re making her nervous,” you ordered him over your shoulder. You heard his footsteps retreat into your apartment.

You paid her and told her to keep the change, tipping her generously for having to deal with the two of you.

“Thank you,” you said as she handed you the pizza and this time her smile was more genuine.

You stomped into the apartment only to see Javier standing in the middle of the living room looking around. You dropped the pizza on the counter and walked closer to him.

“Everything is different,” he murmured.

“I redecorated,” you said gruffly.

He looked at you then said, “Is that my shirt?”

You felt your face flush but refused to show any weakness, “No.”

He smirked, “No it’s definitely mine. I remember making that hole in the shoulder.”

You glared at him. “It’s my shirt. It’s been here for years, so it’s mine.”

That infuriatingly beautiful smirk didn’t leave his gorgeous face. “I see.”

You rolled your eyes and plopped down on the couch.

He sat next to you, close enough that you could almost feel his warmth. You could smell his comforting scent, he smelled like home. You wondered if he thought the same thing about you. You wondered if he missed you as much as you missed him. If it hurt him to breathe when you weren’t there. If it hurt to breathe now that you were so close. You wondered if he felt the same as you.

You realized you had been staring into the depths of his warm brown eyes for far too long, but you couldn’t make yourself stop. The same eyes that haunted you in your sleep.

His eyes showed profoundly how much he cares for you and missed you, he didn’t need to say it. They held such sadness and regret.

“Dulzura, I had a whole speech planned but I don’t…,” he sighed, “none of it feels right. I know there’s nothing I can say or do to make up for how I hurt you. But I’m so sorry and I missed you more than I can express. I must have picked up the phone to call you hundreds of times while I was in Colombia. I’m so sorry. I… will you please let me back in your life? Whatever that means for you, if-if it’s just as friends that’s fine with me but I just need you in my life.”

You looked down at his hand and tentatively took it. His rough skin against yours grounded you and lit you on fire at the same time.

“I’m so tired Javi,” he let out a sigh of relief at your use of his nickname, “I’m tired of missing you, of feeling angry and hurt, of worrying about your safety and well-being, of feeling like you took a part of me when you left.”

His other hand now caressed your cheek and you nuzzled your face into it.

“I- I don’t know how to live without you. I don’t want to,” you said and his breath caught.

You saw the weight leave his shoulders. With the hand that was holding yours he tugged you to him. You crawled into his lap and buried your face in his neck as he wrapped his arms around you. You quickly wrapped your arms around him too.

Your breaths became uneven and you choked on a sob. “I’m here. I’m here now. I’m yours, dulzura, always,” he said, his voice low, and squeezed you to him.

You sobbed into his neck and he held you and rubbed your back as you did.

“Always?”

He pulled you back so you could look him in the eyes.

“You have had my heart since the day I met you. I’m so sorry for breaking yours,” he said softly but with so much conviction.

You nodded and before you could second guess your decision you surged forward and pressed your lips against his.

He groaned as you deepened the kiss, tangling your tongue with his.

He pulled back from you and you saw in his face that it took all the strength and self control he had.

“Javi?” you asked tentatively, fearing rejection.

“I can’t believe I’m asking this, but what does this mean to you? If you don’t want to be with me I don’t-“

You put your hands on either side of his face and silenced him with a soft kiss.

“I love you, Javier Peña. I always have and I always will. Even when I’m mad at you, I love you. I’m just glad you’re home.”

He sighed in relief and buried his face in your chest.

“What happened to you in Colombia Javi? What did you have to endure without me?” Your questions were barely above a whisper.

His grip on you tightened at your words. You ran your fingers through his hair, relaxing him the way you know he loved, and he told you. He told you everything about hunting escobar, dealing with los pepes, arresting the cali godfathers, everything.

He teared up at times during his story and you held him and comforted him. When he was done, with a fragile look in his eyes, he asked if you could still love him knowing now some of the poor decisions he made.

You reassured him that you were his, always, just like he was yours.

For hours you talked and held one another. Content with the feeling of being home in each other’s arms.

He kissed you slowly, like time wasn’t a factor, like he had the rest of his life to kiss you and relearn your body.

“Javi,” you whined after his lips had been on yours for what seemed like hours, “I need you.”

“Fucking hell dulzura, I’ve dreamed of you saying those words to me for so long,” he groaned into your neck then kissed his way down your throat. You could feel his smile on your skin as you whined and keened as his attention.

He took your shirt off with a growled, “You look so good in my fucking shirt.”

You gasped, “I-I wear it when I miss you.”

He moaned into your neck.

“I’d wear it when I’d touch myself thinking about you,” you gasped out.

“You’re so goddamn perfect,” he said with a nip to your neck.

His lips moved down your body, stopping to lavish love on your chest before moving down and ripping your shorts and panties off and spreading your legs.

He licked and sucked at your core and you moaned, “Oh god, Javi I missed you so much.”

He moaned before pulling back and looking at you with a smirk.

“I missed you too. Missed your pretty pussy. Missed the gorgeous sounds you make when you come. Come for me,” he dove back in and groaned your name when you came for him.

The satisfied glaze in his eyes and your wetness on his lips and mustache stoked the fire in you again and you needed to feel him inside you more than you needed to breathe.

“I need you,” you whined again.

You ripped his shirt off and your hands roamed over every inch of his glorious chest and broad shoulders before dipping down to his waist. Before you needed to ask him, he pulled his jeans off, making your mouth water at the sight of his cock that you missed so much.

“You have me,” he said and pushed himself inside you slowly, inch by inch.

You yanked him down to you and melded your lips with his, moaning at the taste of yourself in his mouth.

When you bit his lip he hissed and increased his pace, hitting the spot so deep inside you that made you see stars.

Your groans mixed with his and filled your apartment, making it feel like home again.

You fell over the edge and he lavished you in praises.

You could tell he was close to finding his own release and you pulled his head from your neck to look deep into his beautiful brown eyes.

“I love you, Javi.”

He gave you a bruising kiss.

“I love you…so much…it’s you and me…forever dulzura,” he gasped.

“Forever,” you agreed and he came with a moan of your name.

You stayed tangled up with each other for a long time, both of you unwilling to let go now that you had a taste of heaven again in one another’s arms.

After a while you asked, “You’re back for good, right?”

“My home is wherever you are.”

You grinned and he pulled you in for a sweet kiss.

“You’re my home too, Javier,” you said snuggling in closer.

“You’re too sweet to me, candy girl,” he said with a chuckle and you couldn’t help but laugh with him.

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