#han solo x f!reader smut

[hanasnx]

I hear we are talking about Han Solo so having him get a little pussy drunk but also a little mean okay bye

we were indeed talking about han solo <3 he was yesterday's topic and i am watching his movie rn so ur in luck i have a little smthn to say about pussy drunk han :)

"Hold it, right there. Right there, baby," HAN SOLO breathes, rutting into you while his face is buried in your neck. "Can't... can't get enough of it." His words slur and ramble, hips stuttering because he can't decide whether to hump or to bask. Your hole goes without stimulation, and it clenches causing a ring of burn originating around his massive cock rooted inside you.

Unconsciously, you seek it out, rolling your hips to chase friction. A large, harsh hand clamps onto your hip bone, blunt nails digging into your flesh as he pins it down. "I said 'hold it.'"

[marzmeltdown]

Honey Whiskey

⌦ Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader ⌦ Word Count: 1.96k

⌦ Genre: Smut (MDI) ⌦ Warning(s): Use of alcohol, drunken sex (both consensual, please drink responsibly), use of pet names(darling, baby, doll) fingering, mc has a vagine but other than that they're gender fluid, oral (f receiving), sex against the wall,, kinda, its against a door, pining, slight choking, again, kinda, unprotected sex (be safe pls), Jisung finishes inside(but it's implied that mc is safe from harboring any passengers inside their body), walk of shame. ⌦ Summary: You go to a college party with your friend expecting to have anything but a good time, until you meet man who turns your dreaded night into something to be remembered. ⌦ A/N: This fic is loosely based off of Honey Whiskey by Nothing But Thieves, and by loosely I just mean the title. It has also been a very long time since I've written fanfiction, let alone smut, so bare with me. With that being said, if you have any suggestions, please feel free to send them my way :)

If you had to choose between sitting through a chemistry exam without having studied any of the material or going to a party with your best friend Yeji, you would have chosen the former of the two. Regardless of your unwavering dislike for the party scene, your best friend successfully dragged you to your university's end-of-year party. The scent of cheap alcohol, sweat, and throw-up mixed together to make a nose-curling smell that seemed to linger no matter what end of the frat house you stood at.

"Y/N! Come on and dance with me!" Yeji whined as she tugged on your left arm, your right holding onto the red Solo cup with some kind of beer that you had been nursing all night.

"Yeji, you know I don't like to dance," you whined back, not moving from your spot in the corner. At this point, you were sure you had grown roots where you stood; you'd been there so long. After what felt like forever, though it was only two minutes, you looked at Yeji's glossed-over puppy-dog eyes and sighed. Your best friend had such a talent for getting her way. "Fine, let me just set this down somewhere…"

"Why don't you just chug it?" Yeji asked, her hands still holding onto your left while she looked at the cup that was only a quarter of the way full.

You looked at the yellow, carbonated drink in your hand and then back at your friend, a look of disgust making its way to your face as you pondered drinking the rest of the beer. You'd been tipsy already, Yeji having successfully filled your stomach with liquid that could only be described as fruit-flavored rubbing alcohol.

Sighing, you lifted the red plastic cup to your lips as you took a deep breath through your nose, either for confidence or to prevent yourself from gagging; you weren't sure. You looked at your best friend one last time before letting your jaw open, inviting the beer into your mouth.

It didn't take long for you to finish the cup, setting it on a random surface before joining your friend in the sea of sweat and glitter-covered college-aged adults. To say you weren't enjoying yourself at least a little bit would be a lie. Once you and Yeji began dancing together, it felt nice to let loose a little, even if you were out of your element.

You jump ever so slightly when a hand places itself on the small of your waist, and the body to which the hand belonged swayed to the music alongside you. You turn your head ever so slightly, seeing that the mysterious hand and body belong to one of the cutest boys you have ever had the pleasure to dance with. Han Jisung.

If Jisung had gripped at your waist with that much fervor any other day, you would have harshly pushed him away before ranting to Yeji and Tzuyu about how college men are disgusting and cannot keep their hands to themselves. But today wasn't like any other day; today you were a completely different person in a completely different situation, and the look of approval along with the two thumbs up given to you by your friend reassured that you were indeed having a good time.

Had someone told you that you would be sleeping with Han Jisung at some party, a more popular person at your university. Or as popular as one can be in college. You would have told them that they were stupid before rolling your eyes to hide the blush your cheeks would have contained in that moment.

Jisung didn't waste any time as he dragged you to an empty bedroom at the end of the hallway. Your back was pressed against the door as Jisung's hands hungrily roamed along your body. His lips connected themselves to your own, pulling a small moan from your throat when his teeth pulled against your bottom lip.

He smirked as your small mewl of pleasure reached his ears, and your stomach tensed as his hands moved themselves from your waist and to the hem of your shirt. "May I?" He asked against your lips, pausing his movements all together until you gave him the okay to continue.

You nodded, allowing your hands to wrap themselves around his neck, pulling him closer—if that were even possible—as your hands found their way into his black locks.

"Please..."

With a whisper of approval coming from your lips, Jisung lifted your shirt up and over your head, tossing it to an unknown location in the room. The male you held tightly in your grip ripped his own shirt off, tossing it to the floor alongside your own shirt as he leaned into your neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive flesh.

Jisung's hands found their way to your nipples, taking the hardening buds in between his pointer and thumb, rolling and tugging gently at the beads. You couldn't help but let out another whine when from the stimulation your nipples were receiving, gasping once more when Jisung moved his thigh in between your own.

Almost instinctively, you began rolling your hips along his clothed thigh, more whines and whimpers falling from your mouth as your swollen clit rubbed against the seam of your jeans with every thrust of your hips against his thigh. Your hands dug themselves deeper into Jisung's hair, tugging ever so gently, earning you a groan from your partner in response.

You felt Jisung's hands reach down to unbutton your pants, pulling down the denim fabric, and you stepped out of the pants that lied around your ankles, kicking them to join the two shirts that had been discarded earlier. Jisung reached to grope your chest once more as he kissed his way to your soiled panties.

A smirk found its way to the other's lips as he came face to face with the heat that was growing hotter the longer he teased. You couldn't help the blush of embarrassment or how your hands instinctively hid the new shade of red your face had adorned. Jisung noticed your embarrassment, his hands trailing up the thigh he had placed on his shoulder only a few moments ago, in an attempt to ease your nerves. His lips followed the trail his hands led, leaving small kisses along the way.

"Jisung, please..."

You weren't sure what you were begging for, but the chuckle that left your partners lips made you certain that you wanted him to touch you.

"Please what, darling?" Jisung asked against your thigh, his trail of kisses stopping right at the hem of your panties. He looked at you, as if he were waiting for consent once more, though this time he was waiting for you to elaborate on your plead.

"Please touch me," you whined. Your whining seemed to flip a switch inside of Jisung's head as his hands pulled your panties off your body whilst his mouth latched itself to the swollen bead of nerves that had been longing for attention. His mouth wasted no time sucking your clit against his lips, every few seconds he would dip lower and lick against your entrance with the hunger of a man who'd been deprived a nutritious meal for far too long.

Your hands flew to latch themselves against his hair, tugging on it each time Jisungs tongue dipped into the caves of your opening. He groaned at your taste, slipping a finger into your hole as his tongue focused on your clit as he pumped his finger in and out of your hole.

The stimulation from Jisung's fingers and tongue caused your back to arch against the door you had been pinned against from the moment it was shut and locked. Your hole clenched around his fingers as your slick ran down your thighs, you tugged at Jisung's hair once more as the coil inside your stomach began to tighten.

"Jisung.. Fuck me! Fuck me, please!" You begged, pulling the man up by his hair so you could kiss him. Jisung grunted against your lips, and watching you taste yourself on his tongue made his painfully hard cock twitch inside his pants.

"So impatient," Jisung teased against your lips. Using the speed of a madman and the strength of a thousand men, he threw his pants down, hoisted you up, and wrapped your legs around his waist. You whined in response, gripping the flesh of his back as you felt Jisung inch his way into your entrance.

When he bottomed out, he waited for you to adjust, and only when you nodded your head did he start thrusting his hips up into your own. Your moans sounded like music to the man's ears, one hand gripping at the fat of your thigh while the other held your chin in place, turning your head to the side so he could mark your neck up with bite marks.

As Jisung's thrusts turned into rough pounding, hitting that sweet spot inside of your spongy walls, you threw your hand up to your mouth, covering the unholy noises coming from your mouth. You were snapped out of your trance as your hand found itself pinned to the door behind you.

"I wanna hear you, baby."

Jisung whispered into your ear, the hot air sending shivers up your spine as Jisung intertwined his fingers with your own. The noises that were coming from your mouth would make a nun blush, and the words you spoke would prevent you from looking anyone in the eyes in a normal setting.

"F-Fuck! Jisung, right there! Please!" You whined, feeling your hole flutter and clench around Jisung's cock, the cord that had once been left to dissipate now binding itself up in your stomach again. Your legs began to shake from the pounding you were receiving from Jisung.

"Fuck, keep doing that, and I'm not going to last much longer," Jisung grunted into your ear. The way his thrusts began to falter and his cock twitched inside your walls, you could tell he was just as close as you were.

"I'm close!" you mewled, using your free hand to manoeuvre the man's face to your own in attempts to kiss him once more. The action couldn't be considered a kiss in a literal sense, however, not with the amount of teeth and nose clashings you two had shared.

"Cum on my cock, doll," Jisung whispered against your lips. Those words were enough to send you over the edge, a wanton moan leaving your lungs as you came. Your finish running its course down Jisung's cock finally pushed him over the edge. He thrusted three more times before he came, riding out his high while simultaneously fucking his cum back into you.

Once he slowed his thrusts to a halt, he stood there for a second, the both of you panting as though you had just run a marathon. You slumped yourself against Jisung's shoulder as he pulled out, letting your legs fall to the floor again. It felt odd, holding onto Jisung like that, but it was a nice feeling. As soon as you gathered your strength, you pulled away from him, trying desperately to locate your clothing.

"Y/N! I was worried; you were gone for so long!" Yeji gasped, hugging you tightly as you shamefully walked down the steps to the party that seemed to have only gotten bigger since you and Jisung had enjoyed each other's company. You blushed heavily, looking up at the man who'd taken you from your best friend long enough for her to worry. Either Yeji was too shitfaced to notice the purple marks that littered your neck or she was saving you the embarrassment; either way, you were relieved that she didn't say anything.

[abitterboy]

Masterlist

!! I will be editing stuff on my page over the next few days so hopefully, it will all look good and flow nicely when I'm done but please have patience with me for now !!

I pretty much only write smut but just in case I write something that's not 18+ I put an (s) next to my stories that have smut and will put an (f) for fluff, and an (a) for angst along with whatever other genre tags I deem necessary.

Bangchan:

Worship You: Bangchan x Reader (s)

Granted Permission: Bangchan x Jisung (s)

Minho: 

Our Secret: Minho x Reader, Jisung x Reader (s)

Our Secret Part Two: Minho x Reader, Jisung x Reader (s)

Our Secret Part Three: Minho x Jisung (s)

Our Secret Part Four: Minho x Jisung x Reader (s)

Changbin:

N/A

Hyunjin:

Anywhere and Everywhere at Any Time: Hyunjin x Reader (s)

The Way You Make Me Feel: Hyunjin x Jeongin (s)

Taste Of Your Universe: Hyunjin x Felix (s)

Keep My Hands to Myself: Solo Hyunjin (s)

Degradation: Hyunjin x Reader x Felix (s)

Han:

Valentine's Day Baby: Jisung x Reader (s)

Our Secret: Jisung x Reader, Minho x Reader (s)

Our Secret Part Two: Jisung x Reader, Minho x Reader (s)

Somno Ask: Jisung x Reader (s)

Our Secret Part Three: Jisung x Minho (s)

Our Secret Part Four: Jisung x Minho x Reader (s)

Granted Permission: Jisung x Bangchan (s)

Felix:

Taste Of Your Universe: Felix x Hyunjin (s)

Degradation: Felixx Reader x Hyunjin (s)

Seungmin:

N/A

Jeongin:

The Way You Make Me Feel: Jeongin x Hyunjin (s)

[shangchiswife]

asiya's masterlist!

a lot of you have been asking for a masterlist so here you go!

The Last of Us:

joel miller- the babysitter - part 1- part 2 (smut)

joel miller- pretty pink skirt (smut)

joel miller- sweet nothing

Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit:

dating aragorn headcanons!

dating thorin headcanons!

incorrect lotr/hobbit quotes-

big back challenge ft. y/n, thorin, fili, and kili

scary thorin ft. y/n and thorin

Star Wars:

luke skywalker- paper rings

han solo- the one where he f's up

luke skywalker- you're scared of thunder?

luke skywalker- sunsets

Prequels-

anakin/obi-wan/padme- period

Anakin Skywalker-

anakin skywalker- pacify her (smut)

anakin skywalker- broken promises (smut)

anakin skywalker- wildest dreams

Obi-Wan Kenobi-

obi-wan- the way i loved you (smut)

obi-wan- party blues

obi-wan- sweet dreams

obi-wan- savior complex

obi-wan- drunken love

obi-wan- better man

Sequels-

poe dameron- yule ball

ben solo- i guess this is goodbye

poe dameron- traitor

hux- long drunk nights

kylo ren- safe space

poe dameron- nightmare

kylo ren- the last time

poe dameron- the other woman

hux- good little girl

poe dameron- clean

kylo ren- therapy

kylo ren- cardigan

Din Djarin-

din djarin- helping hand (smut)

din djarin- every dead-end street led you straight to me (smut)

din djarin- maroon

din djarin- caretaker

din djarin- family ties

din djarin- savior complex

din djarin- the protector

din djarin- you are in love

din djarin- nightmares

X-Men

logan howlett- electric touch (smut)

logan howlett- little black dress (smut)

logan howlett- a royal tea party

Marvel:

loki- mr. perfectly fine

pietro maximoff- saying goodbye

loki- if only you knew

steve rogers- sparks fly

bucky barnes- deja vu

loki- an escape from the palace

steve rogers- beach day

loki- speechless

Moonknight-

steven grant- late night talking

marc spector- dancing with out hands tied

steven grant- hug me

Spider-man-

miguel o'hara- stress relief (smut)

peter parker- a night under the stars

peter parker- i wish i were heather

otto octavius- merry christmas

harry osborn- hide and seek

tasm!peter/reader/otto- we'll take care of you

Norman Osborn-

norman osborn- dark paradise

norman osborn- they don't know about us

norman osborn- baby it's cold outside

norman osborn- i'm pregnant

norman osborn- look after you

norman osborn- let the games begin

norman osborn- i'm yours

norman osborn- worst behavior

norman osborn- experimental game

Norman Osborn and Otto Octavius-

otto octavius/norman osborn- skating

otto octavius/norman osborn- the moment i knew

otto octavius/norman osborn- save me

otto octavius/norman osborn- hostage

[zinzinina]

I’ll be challenging myself to write three short kink-based drabbles per week throughout October! Thank you so much to @the-purity-pen for hosting such a great challenge and for the wonderful prompts. I’ve decided not to annoy everyone on my regular taglist for this, so if you’d like to be tagged for this little event, you can register here. I completely understand if something is not your vibe, so you can also ask not to be tagged for specific kinks or characters!

The masterlist is below and links will be added as the drabbles are published. Please note everything is, as always, strictly 18+ only. x

Thrawn x F!Reader (orgasm denial/edging)

Boba Fett x F!Reader (degradation kink)

Commander Cody x F!Reader (somnophilia)

Din Djarin x F!Reader (ass worship)

Poe Dameron x F!Reader (sex toys)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x F!Reader (mutual masturbation, religion kink)

Captain Rex x F!Reader (face sitting)

Commander Fox x F!Reader (sex tapes, cockwarming)

Han Solo x F!Reader (hatefucking)

Scorch x F!Reader (bondage)

Kix x F!Reader (praise kink, shower sex)

Boba Fett x Din Djarin x F!Reader (threesome)

[generalkenobee]

~Risks~

A new hope Luke Skywalker x FEM! reader smut

NO REAL PLOT OTHER THEN LUKE BEING A HORNY WRECK AND YOU GUYS FUCKING ON THE FALCON

Oral (f receiveing), Luke being a simp, breast worship, semi public sex, reader is Hans sister

💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

(look at his hair😩)

"meet me in the cockpit once Han and Chewie leave"

Luke pirked up eyes wide. You kissed his cheek while walking to your room to get ready. Being Hans younger wasn't always easy, especially considering the fact that no one knew about you and Luke. It's been a year since Luke started fucking Han Solo's sister behind his back and it hasn't gotten old yet, everytime you kissed his pretty pink tip, each time he made you finish, when you made him finish. You've sucked your boyfriend off with your brother in the next room, it felt so dirty but you were like rabbits with how much you were having sex, you just couldn't stop.

"aughh baby-" your head fell back while your fingers ran through his beautiful hair, your hips grinded your clit across his lips. Luke looked up at you "You're so pretty.." you said moving your hand to the side of his face as he brought his hand up to play with your nipples, coming up to kiss your perky breasts all over, sucking your nipples, groaping you, licking. There wasn't a spot on your body that he hadn't explored. "Fuck..I love your tits so much" he said biting your nipple.

"I'm gonna finish you with my tongue before I use my cock ok?" Your boyfriend brought his head down to your cunt before he spit on it. Luke looked up at you while he fucked you with his tounge. You're back arches without warning while you screamed out in pleasure. "(Y/N)?! Are you ok?" You heard Hans voice call out, he had worry in his voice and a part of you felt bad for inflicting that on him "Luke stop- L-Luke- mhmm" you spasmed around his mouth. The thought of being caught turned you on so much to the point to wear it was almost unbearable. It was unbearable to Cum while sitting in your brother's ship's cockpit.

"Han for the last time I was helping (y/n) fix the auxiliary shaft, It's been broken for over a month!" Luke said irritated at your brother's banging on the door. " Hold on I'm coming" you opened the door and Han practically pushed you out of the way to see what Luke was doing, only to be met with him on his knees with different assortments of tools in his hands to assure the illusion that he actually was fixing something. "So what's up?" You questioned "nothing, I'm just not too fond of the idea of Blondy alone with my little sister"

"oh my God Han get out!" You yelled pushing him out the door. "If he tries anything you come to me right?'' " yeah, sure" after Han left you turned back to Luke and started laughing, thinking about the fact that you just came on his seats made you a blushing mess. Your hand wrapped around Luke's wrist and pulled him to his room as you followed quietly

[first1ove]

Top 3 kinks: Han Solo

warnings: smut, degradation pairing: han solo x f!reader

minors do not interact

Corruption

Han is thrilled to find out you’re less experienced than him—over the moon if you’re a virgin, but I digress. He loves that he’s got experience over you. He gets to be your guide as he takes you through the different pleasures he’s picked up through years of travelling the galaxy.

He almost feels guilty for it but he finds a sick satisfaction in watching the nervousness in your eyes as he explains what he's gonna do to you; there's a perfect mix of vulnerability and eagerness to please in your gaze—an acquiescent look that says 'just take what you want,’ and he loves it.

That, partnered with the pleasured sounds that leave you as once you give into him and his skillful touch is enough to drive him insane. His experiments with you always produce addicting results and he can't get enough.

He’s introduced you to alien aphrodisiacs and taken your pliable body through different levels of pleasure, each more intense than the last. You’re left in Han’s care with wide eyes and uncontrollable desire and it’s his favourite way to have you.

He’ll quell your nervousness by muttering praise once you start feeling the effects of the stimulant ‘god you're so good like this, so obedient,’ ‘so good for me, so, so good baby,’

He's managed to sweet talk you into trying kinks you've never heard of let alone considered, but his confidence and charm are enough to make you excited for a new endeavour.

'c'mon, let's try it once, hm? you know i'll take good care of you,' or 'trust me, baby, i know what you like, i won't do ya wrong'

And you trust him because his honeyed words are true. He's never done you wrong and he never will. He's always looked after you, only pushing your limits never pushing past them.

Exhibitionism

That's why when Han's hand slips in between your thighs while you're sat at a bar god knows where in the galaxy, you tense but don't recoil from his touch. Your reaction makes him chuckle and he's placing a kiss on your neck before moving in even closer.

'You've never done something this before have you?' he knows the answer but he wants to hear it from you. He adores your bashfulness as you shake your head revealing your inexperience yet again, ‘then just lean into me, baby, follow my lead,’

You're seated so your crotch is covered by the shadow of the bar while Han's tilted shelters you from behind. Still, any of the patrons sat on either side of you would be privy to what was going on if they decided to take a second glance at their surroundings the thought alone has your heart racing with excitement

Your breath hitches as one of Han’s rough hands undo your pants and slips past the elastic of your panties. He smiles at the sound but smirks at the stifled moans that leave you as his fingers circle your clit.

He works slowly. His hands know your body, and though he could make you come undone in a matter of minutes, he opts to take his time and really test your restraint.  

Degradation

A string of choked whimpers leave you as fight against your own pleasure, though you still writhe in your seat attempting to lean into Han’s touch—it’s a pathetic display and Han loves it. He almost feels guilty, you’re already acting so desperate, but his conscience isn’t strong enough to stop him from teasing you in this state.

'look what's happened to you,' he murmurs, ‘you should see yourself right now—grinding on my fingers, god you’re fucking desperate for me,’ his fingers pick up their pace as he begins to berate you 

‘when did you get so shameless? it’s like you forget where you are—is that it? why don’t you take a look around,’ your heart is racing as you peer out at the alien faces that share the bar with you. Though they appear oblivious and disinterested, Han’s endless barrage has you doing double-takes, ‘you think they even know what’s going on here? you think they know what a slut you are for me, hm? you think we should show ‘em?’

‘spread your legs,’ his voice is stern and instinctively you obey, spreading your legs without shame. Still, despite your obedience, there’s a look of anxiety in your eyes as you scan your surroundings.

Han drinks in the sight of you so concerned yet so complacent. He takes pride in perverting you; you’d never be caught doing something like this with anyone else, your deviance is all because of him—all for him.

You even position yourself so it’s easier for Han to slip two thick fingers into your drooling cunt. It’s amazing the hold he has on you and he knows it, 'i can't believe how much i can get away with,’ he snickers as he curls his digits.

‘you'd let me do anything to you wouldn't you?' Han picks up his pace and you’re nodding your head in mindless pleasure, ‘just like a dumb little puppy hanging onto my every word,’

You nod absentmindedly hardly hearing his words, only focusing on the feeling rising in your stomach. Choked little whines leave you as you attempt to fuck yourself on Han’s pistoning fingers.

It’s a pathetic display and Han loves it. He almost feels guilty, he can tell your close so painfully close, but his conscience isn’t strong enough to stop him from cutting you off right before you’re set over the edge.

Han pulls his hand away and a whimper loud enough to alert the barkeep escapes you, though your panicked expression doesn’t hold his attention for long.

‘woah, get ahold of yourself, baby’ he taunts and it takes all your willpower to stop yourself from snapping back. You know he’s not done with you and you know attitude won’t get you what you want.

So you compose yourself and do your best to keep a straight face when Han whispers, ‘get up. we’re finishing this in the falcon,’

[hanasnx]

Hello! May I please request a smutty Han Solo x fem!Reader with prompt #11 and/or prompt #42 (I loooove daddy dom Han)?

prompt: #11 + #42

MINORS DNI 18+

prompt list | rules WC: 0.9k | CHARACTERS: han solo x f!reader WARNINGS: sexual content | implied smut | dom!han | kinks: size, daddy | arguing

"Are you serious?" the incredulous tone of HAN SOLO follows you as you march away from him. "Where do you think that little ass is goin'? We aren't done talkin', sweetheart." his condescension is unnecessary, but it conveys his exasperation. The thunder of his boots catch up to you, and a large hand reaches out, latching onto the back of your belt at your tailbone. Effortlessly, he arrests you, directing your body to a sunken doorway in this hall. The attendants of this base pass you by to perform their duties, and he points a finger in your face. "What's the attitude for, huh?" His finger turns on him, gesturing to his chest with a raise of his brows, "Did I do somethin'?"

"Typical!" you huff, throwing your arms into the air in an annoyed and defeated motion. You're tired of this, you don't want to explain things to him, you just want him to figure it out. He's supposed to be smart, isn't he? When you go to retreat, he palms your upper arm, drawing you right back where he wants you.

You regain your footing after your stumble, and he straightens, crossing his arms. "I ain't gonna chase you anymore, sister. Get it out now while you've got my ears."

When you reluctantly concede, and check each ways of the passage, you conclude you can't talk here. The door next to you gives you an idea, and with all your suspicious looking around Han gives you a questioning expression, pivoting his head to eye you from the side with a brow furrow and parted lips. You slam your hand against the door controls, sliding it open, and dragging him inside by his wrist. Once you're sealed in the safety of this small storage room, you round on him.

"You've ignored me every since we got to this stupid base, and as soon as you realize I'm mad at you— suddenly—" You gesture wildly. "you're interested! Then—"

"There's more?"

You scoff indignantly. "Yes, Han! There's more!"

He nods, cutting you off. "Oh, I get it. Okay—" It earns him a deep frown from you.

"—What? What do you get—?" you taunt, and he persists.

A shrug, a stupid pinch of his shoulder to his neck as he raises his voice to match yours, "I've been 'neglecting' you, right? That's what this is about? You're acting out like you need a good fuck!"

"Han!" you scold.

"Well, that's what you're tellin' me!" When he drops his arms and advances on you in a leisure lumber, you back up out of instinct.

"Don't you dare think you can touch me right now." you warn, but as usual Han sees right through an empty threat, your back against the shelving.

“C'mon. Be a good girl for daddy.” he condescends, "I'm giving you what you want. You'll feel better after, right? After daddy does his thing? Give it here." The annoyance is apparent in his responses. Once you're trapped against the shelving, he stoops. He towers over you, and in order to reach the space between your legs, he tips his body to the side. Defiantly, you twist your hips, jerking away from his hand. You don't like his attitude, or that he thinks he can just do whatever he wants, or how he makes fun of you, using your kink against you. "You gonna fight me for it? Sweets, we both know you can't hold out long. So jus' lemme get you off and we can put this whole thing behind us."

Something about an argument puts you over the edge with him. You've never conversed with anyone so frustrating, someone that brought this side out in you. You hate the way he solves problems, and you hate how sometimes when he solves these types of problems by getting you off that it's successful. Embarrassingly so. There's a part of you that wants to put him to work, but that won't fix everything. He has a shitty way of apologizing.

"Like I'd let you walk all over me and then act like it's all good after! Again!" you seethe through gritted teeth. You meet his gaze at eye-level with you, jutting your chin when you press your lips into a line.

"Why?" he plays dumb, but there's a knowing hint of a smile on his crooked mouth. "You're good at it."

Clearly, he'll need a different approach. With a cautious glance behind his shoulder at the door, he confirms it's not locked, which adds to his thrill. He sighs, adjusting his pants to accommodate his knees when he gets on them.

"At least let me check somethin'."

A sick sense of pride blooms in your chest at the sight of Han kneeling in front of you. He doesn't do it often, but you know where this is going. So you begrudgingly offer your hips to him.

"There, see?" he praises, thick fingers hooking in your bottoms to undo and tug them down. "Was that so hard? Let me do this right." Like a man would, he sucks on the tips of two of his fingers, cleaning them off before he wedges them between your thighs, swiping at your folds. You're slick. "That's what daddy thought. He's always right."

You shift forward, warning him wordlessly about his poor choice of words. The side of his nose scrunches charmingly in his amusement, his crooked grin spreading onto his handsome features. You denied yourself the possibility of smacking it right off. Still tentative, you won't widen your stance, and so he peels your pants further down to give you room to.

“Spread your legs for daddy, I want to see you.”

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Welcome To My Nightmare - Chapter 6 FINAL

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Pairing: Vampire!Eddie x Fem!Reader, brief Steve Herrington x Fem!OC

Chapter Summary: The truth is all out in the open – you’re best friend and long time crush is a vampire, you’re madly in love with him, and he feels the same way about you. Eddie wants to keep you safe, but all those months separated and unspoken feelings have taken a toll on the two of you. As they say “distance makes the heart grow fonder.” But now there is an even bigger problem at hand; Eddie is all out of blood, and he’s very hungry.

A/n: Finally the best part is here! Smut glorious smut! Eddie seems like the playful type in bed – cracking jokes, making sure you’re comfortable, and determined to spoil you both in and out of the bedroom. We all know he has The Tongue, but he also plays guitar. I’ve been dating a guitarist for the last five years (IYKYK.) It also helps that I use to work at Spencer's and had training on how to sell things from THAT part of the store.

I'm sorry it took so long to get this chapter out. I has a lot of personal things going on that did me in physically and emotionally. Not to mention that I had so many ideas of how to end the series.

Warning (DNI if you’re under 18): All characters are over 18. This is a LONG ONE! Swearing, sexual themes, PiV sex, oral (M and F receiving), fingering, mention of blood, brief mention of birth control (safe sex is the best sex,) overstimulation, brief mention of medical MJ, pet names, body image issues, mention of a safe word, and THE BEST aftercare imaginable.

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Eddie and you stare at each other for what feels like an eternity, not saying anything to each other, but he eventually broke the silence.

                                           “I’m sorry what?”

You fidgeted with your jewelry while looking at the floor “I said you could eat me…”

                                           “Oh no sweetheart, I heard what you said loud and clear. I’m just…” Eddie scratched the back of his head and tried to hide how nervous he was “A-Are you sure you’re okay with that? I mean, I know I said I’m not cool with feeding from the original source, ‘ya know what I mean?”

                                           “I know I know! But you need to eat something! The nearest hospital is a three hour drive, and you’re clearly struggling right now.” Making sure the love of your life wasn’t starving wasn’t the only thing on your mind. Books and films have filled your head with the idea that was top tier erotic if a vampire fed from you. The old scene of a handsome vampire, luring a beautiful damsel into his arms in some back ally has always been a fantasy of yours since you were 13. Faye’s dreams were all about bumping uglies with Han Solo on the Millennium Falcon, yours were about a hot vampire sipping on you like a fine wine. Now that fantasy was right at your fingertips.

                                           “I know I am, I just…” Eddie chewed on his lower lip nervously “I don’t want to hurt you. Like, it’s going to hurt a lot.”

                                           “Ed, how long have you known me?”

“I don’t know…”

                                           “You know how big of a horror buff I am. You know that I know my vampire lore. I can’t imagine it not hurting me.”

                                           Eddie still had a concerned look on his face “Yeah but…”

You cut him off with a kiss. It was not as passionate as the first one, but you were pretty sure you got the point across to him that you knew what you were about to get yourself into. Eddie let out a dreamy sigh after you broke it off.

                                           “Okay, let’s try it” Eddie took your hand and guided you onto the bed with him “But I want to set some ground rules first.”

                                           “Rules?” you were taken aback by how serious Eddie was being right now. You didn’t even know he could be serious. “Eddie I’m not taking your virginity,” you let out a nervous laugh.

                                           “Please y/n, just listen.”

You stopped laughing. Oh he was serious.

                                           “I may have…dabbled with getting blood from people, in the beginning. But back then I had zero control and almost killed someone over it.” Eddie dug through his pockets looking for something “And I really really really don’t want a repeat of that with you.” He pulled out his Uncle’s pocket knife. “I don’t want to risk that,” he flicked the blade out “So I’m going to let you nick your finger and we’ll go from there.”

                                           “Why just the finger?” you ask as Eddie hands you the knife, the blade twinkling in the light of the fireplace.

                                           “Because I want you to be able to back out with minimal damage. I can just throw a bandage on your finger and call it a night,” he replies with a serious tone “Should we come up with a safe word or something?”

                                           “Eddie!”

“I’m sorry y/n,” he sighs “I’m just really freaked out about the idea of hurting you. I don’t want you to go all in, have you get hurt, and then hate my guts.”

                                           “If it gets to be too much I’ll tell you,” you kiss his forehead and with a quick swipe you make a small cut on your index finger, wincing at the pain “My safe word is kiwi.”

                                           Eddie stared at the tiny droplet of blood seeping out of your finger “Kiwi…yeah…got it” licking his lips.

                                           “Hey Eddie…” you reached your hand out to him, squeezing more blood out.

                                           “Yeah?” You gave him a soft smile, “I trust you.”

                                           Eddie gave you a quick nod; his tongue darted out and licked up the single drop of blood. His eyes fluttered shut as the warm liquid as is slipped down his throat. “Damn babe, you taste better than I imagined” he hummed.

                                           “W-What do I taste like?” you asked, the sight of Eddie suckling your finger was making those dirty thoughts run wild again.

                                           “I know I said you smelled like sugar cookies,” he looked at you with a flirtatious grin “but you actually taste like strawberries.”

                                           You felt a second heartbeat growing between your legs “O-Oh…”

                                           “I’m not hurting you, am I?” he asked tentatively.

“No!” you blurted out with a little too much force “I-I mean it doesn’t hurt. It actually kinda tickles.”

                                           Those soft brown eyes met yours “If that’s the case, can I go further Y/N?”

You nodded your head, your face growing hotter. “Use your words, babygirl” he said as he began kissing up your arm.

                                           Goosebumps decorated your arms as Eddie was kissing you. You took a deep breath and nodded again.

                                           “Yes. Go for it.”

As soon as you gave the go-ahead, Eddie pulled you onto his lap, straddling him. You yelped; startled by Eddie’s boldness (not to mention how fast he was,) one arm wrapped around your waist and the other caressing the side of your neck. His lips ghosted over the shell of your ear, his whispers feather light:

                                           “I love you…”

He gently sunk his teeth into your neck, causing you to cry out in pain and grip onto Eddie’s broad shoulders.                        Searing hot pain overcame you, causing you to dig your nails into the young man. Eddie rubbed the small of your back as he whispered words of encouragement between licks. Those cries of pain quickly morphed into you trying desperately to not moan too loudly.

                                           “That’s it…that’s my girl” Eddie cooed as drank from you “So warm…So sweet…”

“Eddie I-…shit…” Eddie warned you it would be a lot for you to handle, and you believed him, but this was far more intense than either of you thought it would be. Every lick made you squirm; every time Eddie sucked on the opening he made your temperature rise and your core throb.

                                           “Oh my God Eddie…” you moaned.

“You doing okay, princess?” he asked.

                                           “Never b-better” you felt him adjust his legs and his jeans nudged you in just the right spot, sending shockwaves through your body “Oh fuck!” You felt Eddie chuckles against the skin of your neck.

                                           “My my Miss y/n, is this turning you on? I can feel your heart racing” Eddie teased.

                                           “S-Shut up, Ed!” you mumbled.

                                           “Make me,” Eddie replied, dragging his tongue from your collarbone up to your ear.

                                           You ground your hips into him as soon as he lifted his own hip up – eliciting a groan from the young man. He took both of his hands and grabbed your hips to keep you from grinding into him again, causing you to whimper from the loss of friction. “Listen here, little lady” he growled “If you keep that up then I’ll really have to eat you alive.”

                                           “Is that a threat or a promise, big boy?” you asked with a knowing smile. Looks like Faye Burgun wasn’t the only one playing with fire tonight.

                                           That elicited a dark chuckle from Eddie. He swiftly pinned you down on the bed, “Oh honey…” he hovered over you, his long brown hair just barely covering his face “Are you sure you want to do this?” he replied, his dark eyes searching yours.

                                           You wrap your arms around his neck and rest your forehead on his “I’ve never been so sure in my life” you lean in and whisper “Devour me.”

                                           You heard Eddie growl “Fucking Christ babe…” his lips crashed into yours, his hands roaming your body. The two of you were a tornado of limbs, lips, tongues, and teeth – desperately trying to pull each other closer and closer together. No more running, no more hiding. All that matter that he was yours and you were his.  Suddenly, Eddie went up for air and has a wicked grin; “I have an idea!” He stumbles off the bed, shedding his jacket and battle vest in the process, and plops on the Fitz James throne. “You want me, right?”

                                           You give Eddie a knowing look, “Obviously! What are you planning, Ed?” You were taking off as much of your jewelry as you could since it was getting tangled in Eddie’s hair.

                                           “Crawl to me” he said while kicking off his shoes.

You cocked an eyebrow “Excuse me?”

                               Finally Eddie was able to relax into the chair, his legs spread as he stared you down with hungry eyes “You heard me, sweetheart” his voice grew darker as he beckoned you with a curled finger.

                                           “You must be joking, Ed” you forced out a laugh, but deep down that sounded kind of hot. Why did God have to make you such a masochist? You hopped off the bed “But if that’s what Master wants” you teased as you slipped off the rhinestone studded fishnets. Eddie was a little rough with you just now, the last thing you needed was Faye finding out that Ed had destroyed any of her costumes in a horny rage. You knelt down to your knees, rolling your hips along the way just to tease him.

                                           Eddie licked the blood off his lips, his eyes taking in every move as you slowly crawled over to him on hands and knees. He groaned at the sight of your breasts threatening to fall out of your blouse. He couldn’t help but palm the growing erection in his jeans. “That’s it babygirl. Come crawling faster…Obey your Master…”

                                           “You’re such a dork, you know that?” you asked as you finally crawled up onto Eddie’s lap, straddling him. He really did just use a line from Master of Puppet’s to turn you on. What a fucking dork…

                                           “Yeah but I’m your dork. The Master of Dorks,” Eddie answers with a mischievous grin as he kissed you again, his tongue slipping past your lips to fight with yours. Tasting your own blood was a weird sensation, but you would be lying if you said it wasn’t turning you on a little bit.

                                           Eddie’s hands worked their way down your thighs and up your back. He worked his way to the zipper on your dress while you worked on untying the corset part of it.

“Why do girl’s clothes have to be so fucking complicated?” hissed Eddie as he pulled on the zipper while placing kisses along your neck and collarbone.

                                           “Don’t blame me, blame Faye for obsessing over every last detail,” you laughed. You pulled the cape off as soon as Eddie finally freed you from the dress, pulling the blouse over your head to expose the lacy black-burgundy bra you had on.

“Damn..” he whispered “Is this one of Faye’s too?” Eddie asked as he ran a calloused finger along the trimmed cups, eliciting a shiver from you.

                                           “This one is all mine,” you said with pride “And before you say anything, no, I did not wear this because I was going to see you.”

He pulled the straps of the dress down and continued to kiss and leave light bites along the tops of your breast “Awe, I thought for sure you picked this for me” the metal head teased.

                                           “Maybe next time, handsome” Eddie’s hands went back to grab your ass, which made you jump “Eddie!” You ground down on Eddie’s clothed erection again, drawing a moan from the young man. He wrapped your legs around his waist and carried you back over to the bed.

                                           “As much as I love to see you wear this” Eddie placed you back on the bed and in one fluid motion unhooked your bra and pulled it off “I want to see all of you.” He yanked off your dress “And we can do away with this and…” His eyes widened at the sign of you, wearing nothing but you matching black lace panties “Damn! Matching panties too?! It really is my lucky day” he says to himself as Eddie takes one of your nipples into his mouth while fiddling with the other.

One of his fangs grazed the sensitive nub and you let out a wanton moan, your hips bucking upwards out of your control. Your desperation brought a smile to Eddie’s lips.

                                           “Looks like someone is a little needy,” he said as he blew hot air on the nipple he was just abusing. You worried your bottom lip between your teeth and hid your blushing face from him. As hot as he was, Eddie could be a total asshole sometimes. He nuzzles his face into your neck, taking the time to feed from you again. One of your hands shot up and grabbed a fistful of Eddie’s shaggy hair. You muttered something under your breathe about Ed was being a smartass, but it was cut off as soon as you felt his hand slip over your clothed mound.

“My goodness y/n...” he cooed, rubbing a finger over your covered slit “We haven’t even gotten to the best part and you’re already so wet for me.” His eyes were pitch black, but sparkled in the dim light. Like a shark that got a whiff of freshly spilt blood. Your eyes snapped open when you felt Eddie’s hands grab your panties and, with a deep growl, ripped them to shreds off of you.

                                           “Nooo ba-…” you choked out a gasp as a finger prodded at your entrance “Fuck! Those were my favorite.” A finger plunged itself into your core, his cold rings nudged your clit. Your head rolls back as Eddie explored your core, teeth clenched as you hissed from the cold metal. He wanted to find that magical spot in you so badly.

                                           “Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll buy you a new pair. Hell! I’ll buy you all the sexy lingerie you want,” Eddie placed light kisses along your jaw as he slipped a second finger in “As long as you model them for me sometime.”

                                           Eddie pumped those fingers in you like his life depended on it while he whispered the absolute filthiest things in your ear, you wanted to buck your hips to match his pace but you felt like you were frozen.

Stupid vampire magic!

                                           “Oh fuck!” While you were blissed out on his fingers Eddie slipped down between your legs and tapped your clit with his other hand. Now you were able to lift your hips again, cursing and squirming. He curled one finger and it hit your g-spot dead on. “Shit shit shit! Eddie yes! Oh fuck! Right there! Fuuuuuck!”       It wasn’t long before that tightness in your gut snapped, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. Eddie kept fingering you through that wave until you were spent. His finger slipped out of you so he could admire his work, your juice dripping down his fingers.

                                           “You know, even before becoming a blood sucker I’ve always wondered what you tasted like,” he looked up at you with a sly smile. But something about the look in your glossy eyes made Eddie pause. “You have been eaten out before, right?”

                                           You bite your lip again and said nothing.

“Right?” he pressed.

                                           “Well…” you started, still breathless “No one’s actually given me head before.”

                                           Eddie’s eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his skull. “You’re kidding me babe! No guy has just…?” he nodded down at your weeping cunt. You shook your head and Eddie cursed to himself again “Seriously!? Jesus fuck, that’s literally the best part outside of actually fucking!” You saw the primal part of Eddie switch off and his sweeter, more gentile one takes its place “Y/n y/l/n I’m going to give you the greatest gift of your life.”

                                           “As if what you just did with your magic fingers wasn’t enough, Ed?” you giggled as you fluffed Eddie’s sweaty hair.

                                           “You ain’t seen nothing set, sweetheart,” Eddie says as he kisses your inner thigh. He hooks your legs so they hang over his shoulders, peppering kisses around your hips and you lower belly. His fingers spread your lips apart and he licks a long, slow strip from base to your clit.

                                           A loud gasp shot out of you, your hands struggled to find something to cling onto as Eddie swirled his tongue in and around you. For a vampire his mouth was surprisingly warm, that slick pink muscle spelling his full name on your clit. He looked up at you to watch you writhe in ecstasy, which made him smile and work harder on getting a second orgasm out of you. Eddie reached up and took one of your hands into his. You were getting so over-stimulated that your legs snapped closed around Eddie’s head.

                                           “Fuck yes baby…” he moaned into your cunt “You taste so fucking good y/n! Keep crushing my head.”

                                           “Yo-You liked that?!” You tried to pull your legs apart but Eddie pulls them back together.

                                           “Fuck yes” he draws out “‘Tso fucking hot!”

With every moan and swipe of his tongue you’re driven closer and closer to the edge. Eddie slipped his fingers in you a second time while he sucked on your clit. Your eyes squeezed shut as you begged the man bellow you to keep going.

                                           “Shit! Shit! Shit! Fuck yes! Oh my God Eds! Oh my god!” you clung to Eddie desperately “Don’t stop Eds! Just like that! I’m so close…” Eddie’s fingers found your g-spot again causing you to see stars behind your eyes “FUUUUUUUCK!! EDDIE!!!” your second orgasm of the night violently wracked your body, but Eddie kept happily lapping up all of your juices as they gushed out of you. Your body slumped over, your legs twitching from how hard you came. Screw magic fingers, that mouth of Eddie’s was a lethal weapon.

                                           Eddie popped his fluffy head up and he pulled himself up so you’re face to face again. “So…” He whipped his mouth with the back of his hand “How did I do?” he gives you a knowing grin.

                                           “Hooooooly shit” your eyes fluttered open and you tried to catch your breath “That was amazing Eds!”

“Only the best head for my baby,” he replies, placing a kiss on your sweaty forehead.

                                           You giggled and pecked his lips “You’re too kind…Hey!” You propped yourself up on your elbows “How come I’m the only one naked here?”

                                           Eddie looks down at himself “Huh” he pulls as the shirt he’s wearing which is now drenched in sweat and your juice “So I am.”

                                           “My turn!” you sing as you yanked Eddie’s shirt off and pushed him down onto the bed. You drank him in – the firelight casting shadows along his toned body, the little freckles that dusted his shoulders, right down to the happy trail that you’ve constantly thirsted over. Eddie moved his arms in an attempt to hide his scars, but you gently pushed them aside. “I want to see them, baby…”

After a brief pause Eddie moves his hands. It hurt you to see Eddie so self-conscious, almost fearful about how you would react to them. Now that you had a closer look you could see how much damage those bats did to him. The scars all varied in size and depth, some of them almost look like they haven’t healed completely, but all of them showed how hard Eddie fought. He was a survivor; a hero, Eddie the Brave. When you turned to look back at him you could see the apprehension in Eddie’s eyes.

                                           “I know I know, hideous aren’t I?” he scoffed.

You gently traced a particularly deep scar just above where his heart would be “You’re beautiful honey” you said softly, just barely above a whisper. You leaned in and kissed Eddie deeply before trailing your down his neck “Though I would have been hot to see these while you were performing. Chicks dig scars” you giggled.

                                           Eddie scoffs “Says who-AH!” You drag your nails up his sides, making him jolt and let out a whimper.

                                           “Say’s Your Girl” you say with an impish grin.

You go back to littering Eddie’s body with hickeys and scratches, paying close attention to avoid irritating his scars. You left sweet kisses all over his body as you struggled to undo Eddie’s bat pants. “Fucking…and you said my clothes were confusing…” you mutter under your breathe. Eddie laughed, but was quickly cut off after you finally pulled his pants down.

                                           “Really babe, bat boxers?” you gave him a questionable look after your eyes met the black boxers with purple bats.

                                           Eddie just shrugged “Dustin got them for me as a gag gift.”

                                           “Oh no, I think they’re cute. Think they make a machining pair for ladies?” you grin. You don’t let him answer as you pull out Eddie’s cock “Whoa…” You’ve always had a sneaking suspicion that Eddie was “packing heat,” so to say. You once almost walked in on Eddie getting dressed after a dip at Hawkins Pool a few summer’s back. The image of the curves of his butt and the visible outline of his dick left you frazzled for a solid month and a half. He was the tall and gangly type. Men like that were almost always hung. Now you know it was a straight up fact! Eddie isn’t long per say, maybe a little longer than average. It was the girth that got you sweating. “Is it just me or did Eddie…grow?”you ask yourself. You felt one of Eddie’s hands tilt your face up to look at him.

                                           “My eyes are up here, sweetheart” he teased, to which you replied by dribbling some of your spit on his cock and started pumping him. His eyes rolled back and his mouth dropped to form an “O.” “Holy shit babe…” Eddie groaned, his fingers still clutching your face tightly. Your tongue darted out and licked Eddie’s cock from base to slit, bring forth a hiss from the man.

                                           “You ain’t seen nothing yet Eds,” you smirked. And with that you took as much as you could of Eddie’s length into your mouth.

                                           The young man’s eyes fogged over with lust and want “Oh my god…Holy shit…Y/n, shit…” Eddie’s hand on you slipped off and settled on your head, playing with your hair.

                                           All of that teasing, all of those years you have known Eddie Munson – silenced by you sucking him off. It was genuinely the best head Eddie has ever received in his young life. Whoever else got that lucky would never hold a candle to you. In all reality they never will. You’ve fought tooth and nail for Eddie, and now you had him right where you wanted. The only things coming out of his smart mouth were groans, swears, and gabled nonsense.

“Shit babe…How?” he moaned “How- FUCK! Just like that babe…” Eddie was trying really hard to not be too rough with you, but that didn’t stop him from rolling his hips up every time you bobbed your head down on him. You hummed, the vibrations creeping up Eddie’s spine. One particular thrust from Eddie dipped too far back down your throat, causing you to gag and slip his cock out of your mouth.

                                           “Ugh babe,” he moaned, missing the feeling of your mouth on him “I’m sorry! I didn’t hurt you did I?”

You grabbed a hold of his angry cock again and slapped it on your tongue a few times, “I’m good. It just means I know what I’m doing.” You swiped your thumb across his tip, more precum leaking out for you to lick up.

“Fuck yeah you know what you’re doing” he sighed as he guided your head back down on his angry erection “Fuuuuuck y/n! Where did you learn to do this? You’re…” another moan “God your mouth is amazing y/n.” You dipped your free hand to rub his perineum and Eddie let out the loudest moan yet. “Whoa what the- fuuuuuck!?” You could feel Eddie’s thighs shake every time your finger stroked him. You switched from sucking him off to pumping him and licking his perineum.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck! Babygirl…oh god! Shit!” his grip on your hair tightened making you moan. “Babe, hold on! You gotta stop babe! You’re gonna make me cum!” But you kept going, having been completely blinded by the sweet sounds coming from Eddie.

You could feel how close Eddie was, and you were starting to feel dizzy from the lack of air. He pulled you back up to his face for a passionate kiss; your fingers getting tangled up in his long brown hair. Eddie pulled away and hopped out of bed, running around the room franticly looking for something and muttering under his breath.

                                           “Shit shit shit! Come on Eddie! You should have packed them. Fuck! Steve sure as hell has them somewhere!”

You watched him closely, not quite sure why Eddie was stressed over; then it hit you.

                                           “Eddie…”

He looks back at you, the firelight illuminating the sweat dripping down his body. It was almost cute how nervous he was. “I’m sorry sweetheart. I’m trying to find the condoms, but that shithead Herrington must have them stashed somewhere good!” Eddie let out a defeated sigh.

You let out a laugh, making Eddie’s heart swell “Eds did you really forget? This past January I asked you to pick me up from the doctor’s office.”

                                           “Yeah?” He wasn’t quite sure what you were getting at “You had some kind of surgery and couldn’t drive because of how much pain you were in,” He was still digging though one of Steve’s suitcases “And you got some serious munchies from all that weed you smoked for the pain” He pointed a sock at you “You still owe me for the Double Stuffed Oreos I got you, by the way.”

                                           You turned over to lay on your back with your elbows propping you up, “It wasn’t just any kind of surgery” a coy smile graced your lips “I got an IUD out in. No more pills, no more condoms.”

                                           Eddie’s jaw dropped. He only just learned what an IUD was because he overheard Wheeler’s older sister and Faye talking to Max Mayfield about it. Nance and Burgie were dead set on giving Max “the Talk” as soon as she announced that she and Sinclair were dating. Eddie licked his lips, suddenly feeling parched.

                                            “Oh! But what about…”

                                           “…I also got all my testing done during the IUD consultation” cutting Eddie off with a knowing smile “Every test result came back negative.”

                                           Those chocolate button eyes of Eddie’s lit up as he ran back to you and playfully pounced on you; kissing you deeply. “Look at you! My Girl! My clever, gorgeous girl” he gushed while kissing down your jaw.

                                           “Eddie!” you squealed, blushing over all the pet names he was giving you “Who knew that the Eddie Munson was such a sap?”

                                           “Yeah, but you love me anyways,” he grinned.

Both you and Eddie pulled back for air. You nibbled on your bottom lip nervously as Eddie crawled on top of you. It’s not that you were a virgin (it’s been a long time since you could call yourself that), but the whole idea of your dreams were coming to life.

He caressed your cheek with his thumb, “Hey Y/n? We don’t have to if you’re not comfortable.”

                                           “Oh no Ed, I really want to!” you answered eagerly as adjusted yourself “I’ll let you know if I want to stop.”

                                           “Kiwi?” he asked.

You smiled and kissed the tip of Eddie’s nose “Kiwi. Oh! One more thing…” the butterflies in your belly were going all out “C-Can I be on top first?”

                                           Eddie’s eyes went dark “Can you be on top?” he lies down on the bed and pulls you up so you’re straddling his hip. He lets you grind down on his cock, making you moan as his tip nudged at your clit “Does that answer your question?”

                                           “Y-Yeah it does” you stutter.

Eddie pumped his cock a few times before slowly sliding it inside of you; his eyes rolled back into his head as he felt your velvet walls hugging him for the first time; a deep, guttural groan slipping past his lips. You almost came just from sliding down onto him. Once you were both situated you started picking your hips up and dropping them back down. Eddie grabbed your hips and made you roll your hips as you road him.

                                           “Goddamn Babygirl!” Eddie hissed “You fit so perfectly around me!” He slipped one of his hands down between your legs to rub slow circles on your clit.

You braced yourself on Eddie’s broad chest, digging your nails into him. As you dropped your hips down Eddie would pop his hips up, making you see stars. The air was filled with the sounds of your ass slapping against Eddie’s thighs.

                                           “Oh my god Ed…” you whined as you rolled your hips, chasing your high “How…oh fuck! Eddie fuck yes! Yes! Please…” It was getting harder for you to sit upright with how hard Eddie was bucking into you. Meanwhile Eddie couldn’t keep his eyes off of you – your soft, sweet face contorted with pleasure; your breasts bouncing with every thrust, your hair wild. The sounds of you begging and moaning were music to his ears. His name has never sounded as sweet as it did coming from you.

                                           “Ed! Ed! I’m gonna cum! Oh God Eddie I’m gonna cum!” you cried, your movements are becoming more and more sloppy and erratic. You’ve lost tract how many orgasams you’ve had. Twice? Four times?!

                                           “Do it!” he said through gritted teeth “Come all over this cock Baby girl!” Eddie pulled himself into a sitting position and wrapping his arms around you. You felt his fangs sink into you as your third orgasm of the night ripped into you. “That’s it! Good girl,” he coos as he lapped at the fresh blood. He felt you try to pull yourself off of him; you were clearly struggling to even so much as keep your head up.

                                           “Oh no you don’t!”

Eddie pulled you into a kiss as he lifted you off of his dick. He gently placed you back on the bed beneath him. Between the moonlight and the fireplace Eddie looked like he had a halo formed around him. He looked like an angel. How can one man be this beautiful? He slapped his cock on your clit, making you squirm, bringing you back to reality.

                                           “Fuck Eddie! You haven’t cum yet?!” you ask breathlessly.

Eddie gave you a wicked grin as he pumped his cock in his hands, using your natural juices as lube “That’s the beauty of being a vampire,” he slipped back into you “Once we’ve had our full, we get stamina in spades” he growled, snapping his hips into you at a steady rhythm.

                                           “Oh my god Eddie!” you cried out “Are you trying to fuck me to death?!”

He let out a booming laugh, slowing his thrusts and making you whimper. “I’m just trying to make up for lost time,” he leaned down to nuzzle his nose against yours “All that time I could have been with you. You deserve the whole world, y/n. And I’m going to give it all to you.” You felt tiny droplets of water fall onto your breasts. Eddie was crying.

                                           All of Eddie’s sweet words brought tears to your eyes “Oh honey…”You pulled him into a hug, rocking your hips to match his pace “I don’t want the world” you pilled back and smiled “I want you.” You bit back a moan as Eddie went back to fucking you “It was always you, Eddie.”

                                           A loud moan ripped through Eddie, thrusting harder and faster “Oh fuck y/n! Shit! Say that again! Please say my n-name again.”

It was getting hard to form words, but you did exactly what he asked: calling out his name like a broken record. It was just the two of you - crying each other’s names, clinging to each other for dear life, mixed with a messy string of curses and moans.

                                           “Shit babe! Y/n! Babygirl I’m getting close,” Eddie growled out “So fucking close! I’m not gonna cum until you do!”

                                           “M-Me too!” you moaned, feeling one of Eddie’s hands slip back down to tease your sensitive bud one last time “Shit shit shit shit! Please oh god! I’m gonna cum! I’m coming! D-Do it Eddie! I’m coming! Eddie!!!”

                                           With as loud, soul piercing scream your orgasm washed over you, triggering Eddie to finally let his own rip into you – searing ropes painting the your pink walls. As Eddie was coming down from his own high he held you close, almost scared that the slightest movement would caused your over stimulated body to implode.

                                           Once he finally felt that you had come back to earth he leaned over to where you had tossed his shirt and used it to help clean you up. You tried your hardest to push the shirt away, saying something along the lines of “No, don’t ruin that thing because of me. Let me do it,” but it was no use. You were completely and utterly spent – there were no spoons left in you. By some miracle Eddie still had enough energy to get up and carry you to the bathroom.

                                           “Still g’t stiminim, ‘uh?” you mumbled into Eddie’s chest.

He placed you on the toilet, making sure the seat was down before doing so, shaking his head at you when you gave him a lopsided smile.

                                           “Just enough, my Queen,” he chuckled.

He started a bath for you in the obscenely large claw foot tub and raided the shelves of ever towel he had. He was muttering things under his breath to himself, probably making mental notes about what he needed to clean you up. Just like you brain and strength, your hearing hadn’t returned yet either. You let out a small squeak when Eddie scooped you up again and placed you in the tub. He patiently listened to mumble out nonsense as he washed you, being extra careful around where he bit you. You did your best to clean him up too, but all you managed to accomplish was giving your love a bubble bikini. Once you were all clean (and regained your brain function), you made an attempt to get out of the tub. Eddie immediately scooped you up again.

                                           “Eddie baby I’m okay, really,” you laughed as you tried to wiggle out of his grasp.

The undead rock star shook his head, causing his curls to tickle your face “Fat chance y/n! You’ve already done so much for me; the least I can do is pick up the slack.” He carried you back to the bed – stopping momentarily to grab you one of his shirts to wear – before tucking you back into bed.

                                           “I’ll be right back Sweetheart. I’m going to go grab the First Aid kit and make a quick phone call” Eddie whispered to you softly while he stroked your damp hair “Probably get you another towel too for your hair.” All you could muster up was a nod, to which Eddie placed a quick kiss on your forehead, and jogged back over to the bathroom. Sleep was already threatening to take over you, but you did your best to try and stay awake. The last thing either of you needed was for you to pass out from Eddie feasting on you. Your man wasn’t gone for too long for you soon felt a dip in the bed and Eddie placing bandages on your neck.

                                           “It’s not much, but it will do for now. I just called Robin and she’s going to bring us some stuff in the morning” he said as he added more gauze.

                                           “And some blood bags for you?” you asked, leaning into Eddie’s touch.

He let out a hearty chuckle as he finished bandaging you up “And some for you too. I tried really hard to not go to town on you…”

                                           “I know Eds” you smiled “I didn’t mind though.” Eddie tried to walk away again to go wash himself up, but he was stopped after you grabbed his hand.

                                           “Eddie…”

“Yes Princess?”

                                           “I know you’re probably as big of a mess as me, but I don’t want you to leave me again,” you looked up at him while you pouted “I don’t mind if you’re a lil’ stinky.”

                                           With a chuckle Eddie granted your wish; joining you in bed, letting you use his chest as a pillow.

You nuzzled yourself as close as you possibly could to him. “Eddie?” you asked.

                                           “Yes?”

“Does this mean we’re dating now?”

                                           He snaked his arms around you just like he did during your first kiss “I’ll say what we just did was a resounding ‘yes.’”

You felt like your heart had been replaced with the sun as you glowed from the inside out – “Good!” You placed a kiss on Eddie’s jaw.

                                           “Y/n?” Eddie asked.

“Yeah handsome?” you giggled at the new nickname.

                                           “I’m sorry for everything I put you through,” Eddie’s continued to stroke your hair “As soon as we wake up tomorrow I’m making you breakfast in bed – French toast, eggs, bacon, all the fruit you can eat – the works.”

                                           “Coffee too?”

“But of course! And just how you like it too – iced with two sugars and a splash of cream.”

                                           You couldn’t help but kick your feet excitedly and let out a cute little cheer, to which Eddie stifled back a laugh.

“You’re such a dork y/n. You know that?” he asked as he tilted your head up to look over your face.

                                           “If you’re the Master of Dorks, does that make me your Mistress or your Queen?” you blew a tiny raspberry in his direction before you kissed Eddie one last time as your eyes finally gave in.

                                           He smiled into the kiss “I’d rather just call you ‘Mine.”” “’Mine’ huh?” you thought to yourself “I think I can live with that.”

                                           ………………

“By the way,” Eddie replied hesitantly “Steve is a vampire too.”

                                           You were too exhausted to even be mad. “If he turns Burgie into a vampire I’m gonna to stab him in the dick with a crucifix,” you grumbled as you finally fell asleep.

                                           “Good,” Eddie mumbled as he too drifted off “So will I.”

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Major thank you to everyone who has supported me and followed me since Day One - especially to Maggie (@reddeadgirl666 ) Thank you SOOO MUCH for helping me make this story a reality, all of your edits, and over all putting up with my shit 😅 Can’t wait to see how you’re going to continue to enable me😂🤪

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Shinhwa, Super Junior, SHINee, VIXX, Seventeen, TXT, Stray Kids, Omega X, OnlyOneOf, Ateez, NCT (all units), Enhypen

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Kpop Masterlist:

Super Junior

Leeteuk (Jungsoo)

NSFW Headcanon - smut (trying anal)

Yesung (Jonghoon)

NSFW alphabet

Donghae

Moodboards: 1 - see Cacao 

NSFW alphabet

Cacao - Donghae/reader, sensual, steamy, suggestive but no smut

Tails You Lose - Part 1, Part 2. Donghae/f!reader, explicit smut, hard dom!Donghae (but not too hard), double penetration, daddy kink, mild degradation, impact play, pain play

06:00 - threesome smut with Eunhyuk

Eunhyuk (Hyukjae)

Moodboards: 1, 2 

06:00 - threesome smut with Donghae

NSFW alphabet

Whole group:

Wildcards - asking to try light bondage in the moment

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SHINee

Onew (Jinki) 

Deft Hands - smut

NSFW alphabet

Jonghyun - nothing yet...

Key (Kibum)

Raise The Bar - smut

Melt - ice play smut

05:30 a.m - smut

NSFW alphabet

Minho  

Sit Back and Watch - solo Minho smut but indirectly feat. reader, masturbation

2minutes - threesome smut with Taemin and f!reader

Private View - smut

Teach Me - smut

Arrested Development - smut

Taemin 

Insatiable - Taemin/f!reader smut drabble

2minutes - threesome smut with Minho and f!reader

We’ll Always Have Itaewon - threesome smut with TXT Taehyun and f!reader

We'll Always Have Itaewon Part 2 plus playlist

Seen - smut, tw:exhibitionism, voyeurism

Whole group:

What they like to be called in bed and what they like to call their partner - headcanon

Exhibitionism - wildcards

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VIXX

N (Hakyeon)

Earn It - smut

Leo (Taekwoon)

Trust - smut, tw: choking, breathplay 

Ken (Jaehwan)

Moodboards: 1

Hide Me, Take Me - long one-shot. Ken explores a side of himself he never knew what to do with. !longfic - 10k words and over; features an OC, explicit smut, soft dom!Ken. TRIGGER WARNING - one instance of dubious consent but the rest is enthusiastic consent

Ravi (Wonshik) - nothing yet...

Hongbin - nothing yet...

Sanghyuk - nothing yet...

Whole group

Reaction to chains - NSFW

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TXT (Tomorrow x Together)

Yeonjun: 

NSFW alphabet 

Nobody But You - smut, tw:reader has mild body image issues

Love to Hate You - smut (with some plot)

A Little Longer - smut

The Edge - smut, tw: knife play, edge play

Soobin: 

Apology Accepted - smut, tw:light impact play

NSFW alphabet

Almost - smut

Beomgyu: 

NSFW alphabet

See You Later: Part 1 - slow burn, eventual smut but no smut in Part 1, college AU, student!Gyu, model!Gyu

Jigsaw - threesome smut with Taehyun

Friday Night Bites - smut

Show Me To The World - sub!Beomgyu smut

Taehyun: Edit

Dirty Angel - smut

Do You Really Care? - smut, hard dom!Taehyun, tw:unhealthy relationship

We’ll Always Have Itaewon - threesome smut with Taemin and reader

We'll Always Have Itaewon Part 2 plus playlist

NSFW alphabet

Healing Touch - smut with Huening Kai

Jigsaw - threesome smut with Beomgyu

Huening Kai (Kai): 

NSFW alphabet

Fine Things - smut

Healing Touch - smut with Taehyun

Whole group

Which member would have a threesome with another member and their s/o - headcanon

Bribing TXT with sex for spoilers - scenario

Overstimulation (giving and receiving) - headcanon

Stray Kids

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Monsta X

Whole group:

Sleepy morning sex - wildcards

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Bang Chan

Right In Front Of You - smut

Lee Know (Minho)

Holidays Bite - smut. Trigger warning: stepcest, older brother!Minho x fem!reader

Changbin

Greed - smut drabble

Hyunjin

Drip - smut (Dom!Hyunjin feat Softdom!Felix)

Han (Jisung) - nothing yet...

Felix

Drip - smut (Softdom!Felix with Dom!Hyunjin)

Seungmin

Beautiful - sub!Seungmin smut

I.N (Jeongin)

Fox Sleep - sub!Jeongin smut

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Ateez

Hongjoong

Hot Tub - suggestive/smutty drabble

Seonghwa

Headcanon - How is he in bed? Part 1, Part 2

Hide and Seek (as cameo)

Wooyoung

Hide and Seek (feat Seonghwa)

Whole group

Dom!Ateez - wildcards

Scent play - wildcards

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NCT 127/Way V

Yuta

Rock aesthetic - smut drabble

Ten

Ganachakra - tantric sex and switch dynamics

Whole group/subunits

NCT 127 anal training headcanon

WayV giving oral wildcards

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Mutuals: @another-multistan , @cinnabun-faerie , @writtenbynina , @anabsolutemyth , @bluekais, @itsallabouthedetails, @swoonysighs , @smellysoobin , @youaremy-dreamgirl, @tmrwxtg , @sweetiehyuka, @tinysmuttythoughts, @whatudowhennooneseesyou

💞🐺💞swoony boo @bangchanswolfpelt

☀️🌧❄🌬wifey @summerrainwinterbreeze

🥫crow @crowhyun

🍻g @tinysmuttythoughts

💫jageun-byeol @jageun-byeol

Anons:

2nd gen anon, 🙈anon, ✨anon, 🌻anon, r💋

🌨anon, 🗑anon, 🐾anon, strange asks anon, suju anon, 🦖anon

Delicious blog recommendations: @kpopthoughtsandmusings , @tywritesxpop , @chicken-fifi , @ithinkilikeit-reactions , @submissivekpop , @itsallabouthedetails , @bangchanswolfpelt , @xxatinyminionxx , @webangchan , @summerrainwinterbreeze , @sweetiehyuka, @crowhyun , @tmrwxtg , @ballelino , @btssmutgalore , @multifandomfantasies

Miscellaneous section:

Playlists

Gangbang fic rec list

The Slutty Waist Club

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Qpop anything (Kazakhstan pop a.k.a Qazaq pop)

Qpop MV list 1

Qpop MV list 2

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Masterlist - (NSFW 18+)

Multi-chapter:

Better than candy

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Shriv Suurgav x F! Reader (Smut)

Summary: There’s something urgent and terrible about this war, how it brings strange bedfellows together from across the galaxy who might not otherwise have met. Shriv Suurgav and you are so unlike each other, it’s not surprising that you've found an unexpected attraction to one another.

He's overworked - he sits alone, or tries to, in his office, or other places throughout the ship. You’ve come to bother him, or better yet, help him find a way to relieve his stress. This “Duros under duress” must relax.

Note: This started out as a one and done, but has turned into a series of "one shots" with a repeat reader who serves to provide Shriv with a "sexual awakening" of sorts, while at the same time helping to boost his self-esteem, at least at first…

One shots:

“Breakfast” in bed

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Shriv Suurgav x F! Reader (Smut / Bad Dreams / Comfort)

Summary: You awake from a bad dream, but there is a Duros between your legs. When you inquire what he is up to, he says he's having "breakfast in bed."

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7 minutes in Heaven, or “in the cockpit” ( you’re the cock pit )

Ao3 link | Tumblr post

Shriv Suurgav x F! Reader (Smut)

Summary: You're a junior communication’s officer on Dantooine, and your cold-blooded lover pilots an X-wing. You find yourself being sneaky - even rebels need to get laid on occasion.

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His kid.

Ao3 link | Tumblr post

Shriv Suurgav and Zay Versio

Summary: Shriv reflects on his life as a soldier, what it all means, and comes to terms with the fact he's got a kid now.

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Small Victories

Ao3 link | Tumblr post

Shriv Suurgav x F! Reader (Smut)

Summary: Shriv catches you masturbating.

Ficlets (Fem! xreaders / Misc.): Contains smut *

A little Shriv Suurgav fluff - “Be careful!” (wtf!?)

A kiss - Shriv is apprehensive.

R-really? - Shriv finds out he is going to be a dad.

Beach day - A trip to Glee Anselm has Shriv feeling romantic.

Oops - Shriv and a pregnant s/o. *

Love bite - You give Shriv a nibble.

Morning, princess. - Shriv's morning routine with reader.

It Pays To Be Persistent - Shriv resists his innate urges as he passionately kisses you in a supply closest *

Something in my eye - Reader boosts Shriv’s self-confidence and asks him not to be so hard on himself.

Shriv pets a stray kitten - Fluffy cuteness.

Home, sweet home. - Reader cockwarms Shriv (second entry). *

Headcanons:

SFW relationship

NSFW relationship

Shriv’s personality

NSFW Daddy Suurgav

Duros cultural headcanons in relation to marriage / traditions and customs,

Baby Duros Headcanons

Microscales

Nerd levels

Early history

Karabast!

Shriv’s Arsenal and Designation within the Rebel Alliance

Danger Leader

Duro’s orbiting cities / HC for Shriv’s hometown

“That’s what you said about rescuing Han Solo from Jabba’s palace.”

Extras:

Shriv and the New Republic

Shriv Suurgav's SEXY voice.

Yes, Shriv has fangs!

Duros aging

Duros eyes

Planet Duro

The DuroTech Mneffe-class Superluminal (starship)

Art I commissioned! Shriv cleaning his X-wing.

Smart girl.

Zay / Shriv show?! Come on, Disney!

Shadow of the Sith thoughts

Resistance Reborn thoughts / part 2 / part 3 / part 4

Shriv 1st Comic Appearance

Shriv 2nd Comic appearance / appearance 3

Shriv's appearance in Mandalorian season 3 ending credits.

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*NOTE: READER WILL BE FEMALE UNLESS OTHERWISE NOTED*

OBI WAN KENOBI

Mind If I Join - Smut

I’m Always Proud - Fluff

SFW Alphabet

Broken Without You - Fluff

First Time - Smut

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader Smut Blurb - Smut

Touchstarved!Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader - Fluff

Imagine Tying Up Obi-Wan Kenobi - Smut

Midnight Shenanigans - Fluff

Blue Ain’t Your Color  - Angst

Stay Alive - Angst

Obi-Wan Kenobi Sleep HC

ANAKIN SKYWALKER

SFW Alphabet

Anakin Skywalker x Reader Vol 1 - Smut

It’ll Be Okay - Angst

LUKE SKYWALKER

Jealous Luke Skywalker HC

Luke Skywalker Kissing HC

Marry You - Fluff

HAN SOLO

Jealous Han Solo HC

TouchStarved!Han Solo x Reader - Fluff

Attention - Lime

MISC CHARACTERS / MULTI CHARACTERS

Accidents Happen (Kylo Ren x Reader) - Fluff

Distractions (Padme Amidala x F!Reader) - Fluff

Highschool! Codywan AU

Chubby Girlfriend HC (Anakin and Luke)

How They React to Neck Kisses - Lime

Bad Batch x FireBender!Reader HC

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Here’s my AO3!! I’ll be posting all my writings there from now on. (I deleted all of my fics from Tumblr as of June 7th, 2022.)

I hope you enjoy my stories, and I would love to know what you think, whether you leave a comment on AO3, reply to this masterlist, or send me a dm or an ask (anonymous or otherwise). Even just a smiley face and a heart would make my day.

It’s Cold Outside | AO3

created for @/starwarsfandomfests’ secret santa event (2021)

characters: luke skywalker, leia organa, han solo (with a lil sprinkle of owen lars and beru whitesun)

summary: luke, leia, and han come back to their home after their first-day-of-winter tradition of seeing new york city from the top of the empire state building

warnings/tags: modern au, winter, death mention (brief and not graphic), veeerrryyy light angst (as per the previous tag, but again, it’s brief), platonic fluff, friendly banter, platonic cuddling, found family

word count: 1k

Heavenly | AO3

pairing: obi-wan kenobi x gn!reader

summary: as night falls over tatooine, two lovers sit on the sand and reflect upon their journey

warnings: vague depictions of guilt/low self-esteem, soooooft, fluff, there’s just a LOT of love in this story, it’s very self-indulgent :)

word count: 1k

Soft Here | AO3

pairing: obi-wan kenobi x gn!reader

summary: just some lazy-morning obi-wan fluff

warnings: fluff, waking up together, they smooch...it’s all sfw, too!

word count: 1.2 k

Quiet | AO3

characters: darth vader & f!reader

preview: “Your thoughts are loud.” Darth Vader’s deep, monotone, and mechanical voice echoed around you as its owner turned around, hands behind his back. “Too loud.”

warnings: allusions to force choking (but no one is actually choking), forced inability to think, forced inability to speak, intimidation, taunting

word count: 484

Closer | AO3

pairing: obi-wan kenobi x f!reader

summary: you meet obi-wan on the roof of the jedi temple

warnings: soooooooooooftness omg so soft, playful banter, they smooch, this one is all sfw!

word count: 996

Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop | AO3 — WIP

main pairing: obi-wan kenobi x f!reader

main characters: obi-wan kenobi, f!reader

summary: a sweet, modern coffee shop au

warnings/tags: 🚨18+ only🚨, soft, fluff, light angst, mutual pining, alternate universe, happy ending, sexual tension, sexual desire (no smut)

current word count (as of chapter 2): 4.4k

Made in the A.M. | AO3 — COMPLETED

this story is inspired by this lovely blurb by @zinzinina​

main pairing: obi-wan kenobi x gn!reader

main characters: obi-wan kenobi, gn!reader, mentions of anakin skywalker and other jedi

summary: three intertwining short stories about Obi-Wan and Reader sharing precious talks in the morning... and falling more and more in love.

warnings/tags: soft, fluff, light angst, mutual pining, friends to lovers, eventual romance

word count: 9k

All I Wanted | AO3 — COMPLETED

main pairing: sith!obi-wan kenobi x f!reader

main characters: sith!obi-wan kenobi, f!reader, plo koon, ki adi mundi, anakin skywalker

summary: you're a jedi—trained to radiate light. he's a sith lord—doomed to embrace darkness. you want him, and he wants you...but is it enough?

warnings: 🚨18+ only🚨, alternate universe, enemies to lovers, mutual pining, sexual tension, sexual desire (no smut), canon-typical violence, major character injury, major character death, grief, heavy angst, hurt no comfort, blood, vague depiction of suicidal ideation, use of the word “mutilation” (not graphic. the event is vague and not directly described but has to do with limb amputation), see each chapter for chapter-specific warnings!

word count: 12.6k

Dreams of Peace | AO3 — WIP

main pairing: obi-wan kenobi x f!reader

main characters: obi-wan kenobi, f!reader, anakin skywalker, gui-gon jinn, maul, yoda, padmé amidala, sheev palpatine (derogatory), mace windu, droid!oc, trandoshan!oc

summary: you’re an orphan living on the streets of mos espa, haunted by your past, until a chance encounter with jedi master qui-gon jinn thrusts you into the unknown world of the jedi order. within that world, you find family and purpose, but you also find enemies and war, along with strange dreams and even more peculiar feelings for the man that’s been by your side this whole time. as a galactic war rages, will you have the courage to be vulnerable with those closest to you, to be the jedi you were born to be? or will your fear of loss hold you back?

warnings: angst, slow burn, oblivious pining, mutual pining, major character death, canon-typical violence, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers (will add more as i write if i need to!)

current word count (as of chapter 7): 39k

Luke’s Best Friend | AO3 — COMPLETED

main pairing: luke skywalker & f!reader (platonic)

main characters: luke skywalker, f!reader, force ghost yoda, han solo, lando calrissian, chewbacca, leia organa, tiny child ben solo, grogu

summary: A collection of stories about Luke Skywalker and his best friend, (Y/N), ranging from the Galactic Civil War on. Join them as they experience laughter and hope, mystery and heartbreak, on their lifelong quest to maintain balance in the Force. 

side note: it’s very cheesy <3 it’s the first thing i wrote after 4 years and after really getting into star wars!!!!

warnings: light angst, best friend stuff, revisiting memories, hurt/comfort, canon-typical violence, the cheesiest cheese i have ever written in my entire life

word count: 20.5 k

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[F] = Fluff

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Members:

Han Seungwoo

Drabbles:

Sub!Seungwoo [S]

One-Shots:

Don’t Lock Me Up I [S] ✧

Don’t Lock Me Up II ft. Wooseok [S]

Midnight Softness [F]

Thriller Night [F]

Undoing [S]

Crimson Lace [S] ✧

Get On Your Knees [S] ✧

Hug Me [S] [F]

Resist It [S]

Crush On U [F] [S]

Boys/Boys/Girls ft. Seungyoun [S]

Birthday Wish [F] ✧

Desire Play [S]

Trust Me [F]

Tulips [F] [-S]

Ice Cream Lick [S]

Neighbors Know My Name [S]

midnight meal [F]

[Untitled] ft. Seungyoun [S] - coming soon!

[Untitled] [F] [A] - coming soon!

Cho Seungyoun

Drabbles:

Sucking Seungyoun Off [S]

One-Shots:

Wish You Were Mine ft. Wooseok [A]

Get Her (Back) ft. Yohan [F] [A] ✧

Body To Body [S]

Two Is Better Than One ft. Hangyul [S] ✧

Patience Is A Virtue [S]

Surprise Bet [S]

Boys/Boys/Girls ft. Seungwoo [S]

Muse [S]

Take Me Over [S]

Lazy Love [F] [S]

Thirsty [S]

Too Much [S]

[Untitled] ft. Seungwoo [S] - coming soon!

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Kim Wooseok

One-Shots:

Wish You Were Mine ft. Seungyoun [A]

Focus On Me [S]

Night Cravings [S] ✧

Daddy Issues [S]

Bad Hyung [S]

Undisclosed Desires [S]

Don’t Lock Me Up II ft. Seungwoo [S]

First [F]

Sexuality [S]

Walking In The Winter [F]

Cheese & Wine [S]

[Untitled] [F] [S] - coming soon! 

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Kim Yohan

Series:

The Interview [S] [F] Part I, Part II

Solo [S] Part I, Part II - coming soon!

One-Shots:

Get Her (Back) ft. Seungyoun [F] [A] ✧

Teach Me How [S] ✧

Thoughtless [S]

My Good Boy [S] ✧

Love at First Chat [F]

Heat Me Up [S]

Self-defense [F]

Lesson Learned [S]

Come To Me ft. Hangyul [S]

Angel [F] [S]

Don’t Make Me Wait [S] - coming soon! (1)

[Untitled] [S] - coming soon!

Lee Hangyul

Series:

Prove Me Wrong [S] [A] [F]: Part I, Part II  ✧

One-Shots:

Two Is Better Than One ft. Seungyoun [S] ✧

Game On [S]

Game Over [S]

Cherry On Top [S]

Make My Day [F]

Work For It [S] ✧

Future Love [F]

Come To Me ft. Yohan [S]

Play Me [S]

Sunrise [F]

Baby Can I [F] [S] - coming soon!

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Hyung Line (All)

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Five Is Better Than None [S]

I’m Here For You [A] [F]

Last updated: April 4th, 2020

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

HAN SOLO picks you up to wrap your legs around his waist so he can mess with the crevice of your ass and pussy. Grab your ass cheek at first only to dip his thick fingers in between and massage your little asshole, creep his way further to play with your pussy through your pants. You’re squirming against him, rubbing your clit on his abdomen, while he's working out in his head the quickest way to get you to squirt all over him.

[def-initely-soul]

Aloha you piece of sexy beast, from the first link, 4th bullet with yoongi plox. 😼😻 Pliz anything but angst 😅

asdfghgfdsa I LOVE THIS YES

pairing: yoongi from BTS x reader (f.)

prompts: we hate each other but we were invited to a mutual friend’s party and were warned to be civil so you complimented my costume and fuck you, I haven’t changed yet

genre: humour; smut; e2l au; explicit

warnings: mature language; unprotected intercourse; graphic intercourse; choking; degradation (kind of?)

words:  7.2k (ahHASHhahhHhahHHAhhAH yes im a simp for yoongi sue me)

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The time is getting closer and closer, an unwelcome feeling of despair running through your bones as you watch the clock ticking away, closer to what you’ve been dreading since the beginning of the month.

Jimin’s Halloween Party.

And what makes it worse is that you can’t avoid it. You can’t simply show up, spend the appropriate amount of time without being perceived as flaky and then leave to return to the comfort of your own home.

No, because Jimin’s having the party at his apartment. And you’re his roommate.

Another clang sounds from behind your door, out in the living room where the preparations are taking place and you suppress down a sigh. Jimin’s friends are over to help him decorate and, even if he asked your help a thousand times now, you’ve helped him with the food earlier and that’s as far as you’re willing to go.

You wanted some peace and quiet before the chaos began even if it was for a few hours. Though it seems you can’t get much of that when there’s an active battlefield out there.

With a groan of exertion, you get out of your bed, pushing your laptop to the side to go out there and see what all the fuss is about.

The living room is a complete mess; empty balloons decorate the floor as Jimin’s best friend Taehyung tries to inflate them, there’s a garland hanging depressingly from the ceiling that seems to be an assortment of spiders? You can’t really tell, not with Namjoon shaking it violently so it can come off. Jimin tries to make the fog machine work, though with not very much success while Yoongi simply stares at his friends trying to make this whole thing resemble a party.

You roll your eyes. Of course, he wouldn’t help. But you shake your head at that thought. Jimin had warned you to be civil tonight. He wouldn’t put up with another fighting match between the two of you, no matter how much it would entertain his guests.

Truth is you hate the boy. Okay, maybe hate is a strong word corroborating with a strong feeling, and you definitely don’t have any strong feelings for Min Yoongi. You refuse to.

“I see everything’s going swell...” your sarcasm is tangible as you step into the room, crossing your hands on your chest as all four pair of eyes turn to your direction. Namjoon smiles at you, Taehyung gives you a wave and Yoongi simply stares back. 

Creep.

“Y/N, please help uuuuuuus...” Jimin whines cutely, his cheeks puffing out as he gives you a demonstration of his best puppy stare. You’ve helped him out of so many situations that could’ve been avoided if he just listened to you. Like tonight, for example. He didn’t listen to you when you said Namjoon wouldn’t be able to do much to help and would probably mess something up. You like Namjoon, you really do but you have to admit he’s a bit clumsy and that’s certainly something you shouldn’t be when decorating for a party.

And he certainly didn’t listen to you when you told him to not invite Yoongi altogether.

After all, this is your house too.

Namjoon gives his neck a scratch as he stops pulling on the garland that looks pulls away from being ripped. “Yeah, we could use another hand...”

You smile at him. You take a step forward, grabbing a chair and climbing on it to remove the garland from the stray nail it seems to be stuck on.

“There. Now please don’t tug at it anymore or you’re gonna rip it in half,” you joke as you pass him the garland and Namjoon blushes in embarrassment.

Jimin gasps. “See? I told you to stop doing that! Y/N, please, these idiots are gonna ruin my party...” he says as he nears you, tugging at your arm like a child with a pout that matches one.

You roll your eyes fondly at him, realizing you really don’t have a choice. “Fine, what do you want me to do?”

Jimin’s eyes gleam with satisfaction as he drags you towards the fog machine. “I need you to look over this because it’s not working and Yoongi has been little to no help,” he responds sending a glare to the blond boy supporting himself on the kitchen island.

“I tried to help but you didn’t like my answer,” he speaks for the first time since you stepped foot into the living room and you rest your eyes on the machine to not look at him instead.

“He said it’s broken...” Jimin says to you as Yoongi throws his hands in the air in a huff. 

“Hm... let me take a look at it...” you say thoughtfully as your eyes are already resting on the machine. Jimin leaves to help Taehyung with the balloons, leaving you alone to your ministrations.

You enjoy the comfortable silence for so long before another figure comes to stand near you and watch over your work.

You pay Yoongi no mind as you check the cables and find the one little thing that’s chipped at some part.

“There it is...” you say, removing the cable from both outlets and throwing it away.

“I could have told you that...” Yoongi comments nonchalantly and you turn to look at him, really look at him for the first time.

All of them are already dressed for the party and Yoongi is no different. He’s going as Han Solo; black boots, a pair of jeans and a holster for his fake blaster, black vest and a white shirt that’s open, revealing his collarbones where your eyes unwillingly trail.

You remove your gaze immediately, ready to be humiliated if he finds out you’ve been openly staring at a glimpse of his naked skin.

Shit, no, he’s a creep. Stop drolling, Y/N.

“You didn’t though...” you reply instead, and if he did got whiff of your wondering eyes he doesn’t let it show.

“And how do you plan on solving that problem? If you don’t have a spare cable, and I doubt you do, this is as good as dead,” he comments indifferently, eyes travelling to the machine and you ignore his barely conceited mockery as you sport a victorious smile.

“As I matter of fact, I do!” you announce before going to the kitchen to search through the cabinets. You emerge victorious after scavenging the third drawer and find the replacing cable. You trudge over to the machine as Yoongi watches you.

He keeps doing that. He should stop.

He presses his lips together as if trying to stop himself from speaking, while you crouch in front of the machine and insert the cable into both outlets. You press the button and -ta-dah!- the system is fully functioning once more.

Jimin makes a fist in the air with a soft “yes” escaping his lips before he throws you a wink. “Thanks so much, babe, I promise I owe you brunch!” he claims before going on to inflate some more balloons.

You turn around with a triumphant smirk as Yoongi currently stares at the machine as if simply by staring he can make it stop working again.

“I could’ve done that if I knew you already had a cable...” he mumbles, almost in a pout and you have to remind yourself you don’t like him to stop staring.

You nod as if to appease him, crossing your arms on your chest, not knowing what to do with yourself now that you solved one problem. You figure Yoongi is gonna move along to some other thing, not wanting to be with you no more than necessary.

But he stays. For some reason you both just stand there, unsure of what to do as the other three guys run around the living room. As seconds tick by, you find yourself getting flustered -why are you getting flustered, Jesus- and Yoongi looks everywhere by you. His phone is on the kitchen island, why won’t he go there instead? 

At some point, a gleam enters his eyes and he returns his stare to you, making you jump in alert.

“I, uuuh...” he starts, voice hesitant and you realise what he’s trying to do. He’s trying to hold a conversation with you. Be civil.

Though it’d be perfectly fine by you if he simply ignored you.

“I, uh, I like your costume! The perfect broke college student!” he says, clearly awkward with this. Your eyes drop to your clothes; you’re into a pair of grey sweatpants, a white t-shirt with black bean sauce spots on it and your hair is currently resembling a bird’s nest on top of your head.

And worst of all, it’s not a costume.

You press your lips tightly together to avoid cursing at him, seeing as he really seems to believe this is a costume.

“I’m.not.changed.yet,” you grit through your teeth and Yoongi’s eyes widen in horror.

For a second he stays like this, clearly shaken by his idiocy and you think he’ll start apologizing any second now.

Instead, he presses his lips together. As if trying not laugh.

Your eyes see red once more. This freaking asshole! You can’t be civil around him, that’s what it gets you! You have to bite the inside of your cheek to not go full berserk on him now. Instead, you turn around, the rolling of your eyes coming out instinctively as you stomp away to your room.

Once the door is closed the sound of unfiltered laughter is clear in your ears.

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It’s been two hours, thirteen minutes and forty seconds since you’ve disappeared into your bedroom.

Not that Yoongi’s been counting or anything.

The party is in full bloom, everyone else already having shown up and Yoongi finds himself talking to Seokjin that came dresses as -surprise, surprise- a certain Italian plumber going by the name Mario.

He’s not exactly sure how he manages to do it every time. Pissing you off that is.

It is also unclear to him how he seamlessly fell into the position of your rival. He never wished to be, never tried to and somehow he always finds himself in this unfortunate situation.

A little voice in the back of his head warns him that it’s his own doing but he chooses to ignore that voice.

He stares into his cup lazily, the only true reason he came to the party missing and he sighs, because, honestly, like it wasn’t enough that he thought you were already in costume, he couldn’t keep the giggles to himself either.

He’s positive you’re fuming now and will certainly tear him a new one if given the chance. Jimin’s request for courtesy be damned.

And, as usual, instead of taking it like he should (seeing as he’s in the wrong), his competitive streak will make its appearance and he’ll act as if he’s done nothing to warrant such a reaction.

Sometimes Yoongi wonders what goes on in that mind of his. Clearly, there must be something wrong with it, for him to act like such a jackass to the girl he likes.

A movement to his right, not too far away from him, catches his eye and he turns his head instinctively towards the sudden motion, the thought that this is where your door is, briefly passing his mind.

Although, he ponders, maybe if he paid a little more attention to that thought, he wouldn’t be staring at you with his mouth open right now.

You finally decided to grace the party with your appearance, and Yoongi chuckles at the choice of words as he gazes at your costume.

You’re dressed in a white, midi, puffed skirt with black details around the waist paired with low, black kitten heels. On the top, you’re wearing a black, short-sleeved blouse with an almost off-shoulder, v-neck neckline, where a set of pearl earrings and necklace grace your skin. There’s a white, almost transparent shawl hanging softly from your arms and you’re sporting a pair of white gloves as well. Your hair is smooth, styled back and ending in big, slick curls at the bottom.

You’re dressed as Grace Kelly in the movie “Rear Window” and Yoongi can’t get his fucking eyes away from you.

Holy fuck, how do you look so beautiful?

Admittedly, to Yoongi you’d look beautiful even with a sack of potatoes but that’s not the point.

Well, he has no fucking idea what the point is. Maybe it’s his inability to form a coherent phrase in your presence without sounding like a completely pompous jerk. Maybe it’s the glint in your eyes as you take in the party and seem to finally enjoy the vibe. Or maybe it’s just the way he can’t keep his eyes away.

Your eyes find him for a second. Only for a second but it has you halting in your steps. You stare back, uncertain of why he does too, but there’s something different in the way he’s looking at you right now. He’s never looked at you like that before.

Or maybe you just hadn’t noticed.

You shake your head of any thoughts of him as you approach Jimin, Taehyung and Namjoon across the living room.

There’s a whistling noise coming from Jimin’s best friend as Jimin’s eyes widen and Namjoon’s mouth hangs open at the sight of you in costume.

You smile knowingly at the three friends, giving them a twirl to see your skirt in action as you giggle joyfully.

“Look at you, hoe! You clean up niiiiiiice!” Jimin says, approaching you as his eyes travel all over the outfit with an appreciative glint.

“I only wanted to look my best for my roommate’s party!” you wink shamelessly at him and he giggles, shoving you lightly.

“And are you sure it had nothing to do with Yoongi’s comment earlier?” he asks mischievously and you lose your train of thought as you redden in embarrassment. You had no idea Jimin heard that but you’ll be damned if you let him think that’s true.

“Of course not! I had this planned the minute you said you were gonna throw a party!” you smile back, quickly composing yourself, although the costume you were actually planning on wearing mocks you from the floor of your bedroom where it’s currently laying.

Jimin enjoys the attention you’re giving him, quickly forgetting about the costume. “Stop flirting with me, it’ll get you nowhere!”

“Yeah, stop flirting with him, he’s mine!” Taehyung jokes, wrapping an arm around Jimin’s shoulders. Although judging by their matching costumes as Sherlock and Watson and the blush currently occupying both of their cheeks, you’d say there’s more truth to that joke than they’d like to admit.

You raise your hands up in defeat as you turn to the third person there. “Namjoon what do you think? Is it good?” you ask him, motioning to the dress. But you fail to register Namjoon’s blown out eyes and the redness of his face.

“I, uhm... You’re beautiful, Y/N. Really,” he comments, although his voice sounds more like a stutter and when your eyes finally meet his, you can’t miss the way he visibly avoids looking into your eyes.

You bite your lip. He’s cute.

“Thank you, joonie!” you say, pecking his cheek that has him almost choking on his spit and you giggle at the boy’s clear awkwardness around women.

But as mirth enters your eyes, it’s quick to abandon them as you watch the other blond boy staring at you from his previous spot. Although seeing him look at you would quickly put a dump in your mood, this time his gaze is different. Different from usual and different from when you came out of your room.

His eyes are dark, staring deeply at you as if he’s trying to look right through you and your heartbeat quickens. His face is stoic, calm though you have a feeling it’s not in correspondence with his actual feelings. And for some reason, it’s making you feel things.

Dark, wicked, sinful things. 

Then he smiles at you. It makes you exhale shakily and your legs tremble.

You quickly turn your gaze away, trying to resist the urge to hide your cheeks behind your hands, choosing to instead focus on what your other friends have been saying. Even if Yoongi’s gaze still lingers on your skin.

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You don’t know how long it’s been since you started talking to Namjoon on the couch just to have your mind occupied with something else other than Yoongi.

Fortunately, you’ve found the rum storage to also keep you occupied, even if you’re currently on your third drink, already having a pleasurable buzz running through your bones.

You don’t know why you’re like this. You’re supposed to detest the boy’s presence, not feeling the need to drag him away and wipe that smirk off his lips with your own.

Jesus, what is wrong with you lately?

You hate to admit it, you really do but recently instead of wanting to choke him to death, you want him to choke you.

And not to death.

You keep picturing him between your breasts, between your thighs and his mocking words instead of putting you off, they rile you up even worse.

The chemistry seemed to always be there, you think, but you’ve only stumbled on it as of lately. As if it was always hiding in the shadows, waiting for the moment you got aware of it so it can finally burst and make you want to fuck him senseless.

“Y/N!”

You jump in your spot, quickly shaking away any remnants of your fantasies to stare back at Namjoon apologetically.

“Sorry, my mind wandered off, what were you saying?” you reply with a sheepish smile and Namjoon is quick to smile back at you.

“I was just asking if you dance?” he asks, tilting his head cutely at you but his question confuses you. Wasn’t he just talking about the newest tv series he started watching?

“I, uh, you mean generally or you asking me to dance?” you respond with a nervous chuckle. Although you doubt there’s anything to be nervous of. Namjoon sees you as a friend.

His smile gets bigger, as if not hearing the nervousness in your voice. “The second one,” he replies casually, too confident in himself and a portion of your mind is wondering where the awkward boy from before went.

The other portion, the bigger one is panicking.

Your eyes widen and your mouth drops open. He can’t be serious, right? You’re just friends! Though when his gaze remains calm, hopeful as he stares at you, you realize that maybe Namjoon wants something more.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit, how did you not see this coming?! If you just paid a little closer attention to him you’d realize he acted nervously around you because he liked you, not because of a sudden avoidance of women in general. Fuck, what are you supposed to tell him?

“Uuuh, I- I-” you stutter, trying to find the right words to say and Namjoon, bless him, looks confused but not suspicious enough to understand why you can’t give him an answer.

You take a breath. Okay, you got this. You’ll let him down gently and then-.

But your train of thought is interrupted when you notice the figure looming over the two of you ominously. Both pair of eyes rise up to see Yoongi currently staring at you with an indescribable expression on his face.

“Oh, hey, hyung, what’s up?” Namjoon asks with a nervous chuckle, eyes drifting between the two of you, fearful you might get into a physical altercation again.

You find your eyes glued to his, staring up at him from behind your eyelashes, heartbeat quickly rising as he keeps on staring back. Your breath quickens as well now that his undivided attention is on you, suddenly aware that your current position gives him a perfect view of your cleavage that rises and falls with every breath.

Something stirs up in your stomach at the thought, your tongue peeking out to wet your lip. His eyes seem to follow the movement, ravenous and greedy as his own tongue pokes at his cheek in which can only be described as the most sensual thing you ever saw. You find it hard to swallow, not knowing what to say or do, completely under the spell of his eyes.

He presses his lips together to hide his smirk, with a confident tilt of his head as his eyes run up and down your body and you feel your arousal pooling in your abdomen. God, you wanna bite that smirk off his lips.

“Y/N, can I talk to you?” he finally replies, voice deep and rough as he crosses his arms on his chest. The movement has the muscles ripple beneath his shirt and your mouth waters almost instinctively. You clear your throat, otherwise your answer might have come out in the form of squeaks.

“Sure...” you meet his gaze, crossing your arms on your chest as you wait for him to go on. Yoongi sees the silent challenge hidden in your eyes and you almost see the cogs running in his head as he ponders on his next move.

He doesn’t relent though, his gaze as intense as ever on you. “Private...”

You stare at him for a second, with narrowed eyes. Should you go with him? You don’t know if you should. But you admit it gives you an easy way out of that conversation with Namjoon. 

So with a huff, you get up from your seat, smoothing over the wrinkles in your skirt. 

“Sorry, Joon, I’ll be back in a bit...” you turn to say to the younger man with a smile. Namjoon quickly gets over his shock before he nods at you with a smile. Yoongi instead rolls his eyes, before his palm wraps around your wrist to guide you through the party.

You gasp at the sudden touch of his skin on your but you’re pretty sure the sound of the speakers masked the sound from his ears. You let him lead you through the crowd until you end up in the corridor and walk into the pantry room.

Once the door is closed, Yoongi frees your wrist to fall lifelessly at your side and at once your arms end up hugging your middle protectively. You pay him no attention as he closes the door, instead looking everywhere else besides his back that strains under that shirt.

Though that alone isn’t capable of helping you avoid the newly rush of exhilaration running through your body at the thought of being closed up in such a narrow space together. 

“So what did you want to tell me...?” you ask, impatient as your leg bounces up and down, still refusing to look at him, in case your feelings and thoughts are written on your face.

Yoongi doesn’t respond. Instead, he climbs up at one of the counters to sit down, grabbing an almost empty jar of peanut butter and proceeding to lick the spoon inside clean.

Your eyes now find him, narrowed and confused as he seems to not pay you any attention. A moment passes where he doesn’t reply; really he doesn’t do anything but lick the peanut butter of that spoon.

Not wanting to wait anymore, you throw your hands up in the air with a huff before they land on your waist in what you hope seems like a threatening stance. “Well?”

Finally, his eyes rise to meet yours as if only now becoming aware of your presence there in the same room as him. He takes a look at you, a good look that has you shuffling on your spot before he goes in to scoop some more of the spread.

“You’re out of peanut butter,” he simply retorts, taking another spoonful into his mouth.

You stare at him, not entirely sure if you heard right.

We’re out of peanut butter?

This can’t be the reason why he wanted to talk to you, right? Although when he makes no other comment on that or really anything else, you realize that that’s all he wanted to say to you.

“Are you serious? That’s why you brought me here?” you exclaim, voice rising in anger with the absurdity of the situation. Did he really have to drag you all the way here just to tell you that?

Yoongi shrugs nonchalantly, his messy blonde looks falling on top of his eyes as he refuses to look at you.

You press your lips together to suppress your rage. He’s toying with you.

But you won’t give him the satisfaction of giving him a reaction.

Instead, you let out a heavy sigh and shaking your head. No, you won’t curse at him, you won’t talk to him, you won’t even look at him. You’re just gonna get out.

You walk to the door, ready to meet the outside world once more but when you move the handle down, the door won’t budge. So you try again. No luck. You realize it’s locked, another wave of rage overwhelming you when you realize Yoongi just locked the two of you here with no explanation whatsoever.

And no, the absence of peanut butter doesn’t count.

You turn around rushedly, eyes already furious on him as you clench your jaw, trying too hard to ignore how casually hot he looks dressed as Han Solo and eating what’s left of your peanut butter. “That’s not funny.”

His eyes still remain on the almost empty jar, not giving you a spare look. “What’s not funny?”

Your fists tighten in an attempt to not yell at him. “Yoongi give me the key.”

Finally, your words seem to reach him as he raises his face to meet your own with a facade of innocence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he has the audacity to say before a traitorous smirk covers his lips.

One that makes your insides clench and your anger to magnify.

“Give me the goddamn key, Yoongi,” you bite back, taking short, booming steps towards him and instead of quivering back in fear, his smirk grows.

Shit, you wanna fuck him so bad.

“I don’t have it,” he says with a shit-eating grin, one that matches both him and his costume so well, one reeks of cockiness and boldness and all logic flies out the window. 

You quit playing nice.

Your hands drag him off the countertop as they search roughly through his garments to find that fucking key so you can get out of here, further away from him before you do something you’ll regret.

But he laughs at your antics, clearly not taking you seriously as he lets you search him all over. When you come up empty with a heave of frustration, you shove him back, his hips colliding with the counter as your arms cage him between the marble and your body. A stray hair has left your perfectly composed hairdo and you huff it out of your face as you stare at Yoongi with laboured breaths. He stares back, eyes lazily traveling your form and even though you’re the one trapping against the counter he looks entirely too comfortable. 

Like he’s got you right where he wanted.

You heave against him, chest almost brushing his own as you try to clear your head enough of sinful thoughts to pay attention to the urgency here. Although with how his arms bulge underneath his shirt, how his collarbones peak from beneath the fabric, how his thighs seem to fill out his jeans, how that fucking grin seems etched into his lips, you’d say your tries were in vain.

You’re careful not to touch when you speak again, although your traitorous eyes trail the pumping veins at the side of his neck. “Where is it?”

His smirk only grows, tilting his head to the side as he looks at your lips through hooded eyes. “What’s in it for me?”

You’re taken aback by his question, not quite knowing how to answer it as his eyes fall to the bare skin beneath your neck. A sharp inhale resonates around the room, belatedly realizing it came from you and before you get to answer Yoongi speaks again.

“Back pocket on my left.”

Your frown deepens. “Give it to me.”

And his smirk grows. “Get it yourself.”

Your lips press together at that. His back pocket is currently pressed against the counter and there’s no way to get that key without touching his ass. 

Fuck.

Though his eyes raise a challenge. One that says you won’t be able to do it.

So, true to your natural instincts to oppose him, you take a prideful breath before your hand dives between the counter and his body.

His eyes widen for a millisecond, clearly not expecting this from you but he’s quick to disguise the reaction. He stares leisurely at you instead, licking his lips with interest as his eyes fall to your breasts as you come closer.

You try to ignore the feeling of his plump ass against your hand as you search for his pocket. But then you also have to ignore your chest pushing on his own, leaving no room for decency as your bating breath fans over his lips with the contact. Your heartbeat quickens once more with the proximity, failing to hide your blushed cheeks from how close to him you are.

Yoongi’s eyes move to your lips and they stay there, watching your mouth exhaling softly with every breath and he has half a mind to not kiss you senseless right now.

You swear you won’t be able to take any more of this. You’re one step away of yielding when your hand finally feels something cold and metallic. You’re swift in taking the key out of his pocket, ready to gloat in his face but as you do so, his hands are quicker. As you’re ready to lean away from him, they’re already landing on your hips, grabbing the soft flesh and pulling you flash against him.

There’s a gasp tumbling out of your mouth at the unexpected gesture, the key falling from your hands as they fly to grasp at his shoulders in surprise. You’re now standing a hair’s breadth away from one another, his breath mingling with yours as your eyes stare unabashedly at each other.

“You... you did this on purpose you prick...” you whisper, breathless as your eyes fall to his plump looking lips, ready to be devoured.

This time he doesn’t smirk, clearly as affected as you as he can’t help but stare bewitched at your mouth. “Do you want me to let you out?” he breathes back.

At any other given moment, you wouldn’t have hesitated. You’d be out of the room in seconds, trying to get him out of your hair. But tonight is different. It is as if everything tonight happened to converge together so this moment could come. So he could ask you that question. So you could only reply with one word.

“No,” and you dive in, finally kissing him.

A sound of surprise escapes his lips but then he presses you closer, body moulding against yours as his fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs. An animalistic growl falls free from his mouth, taking your bottom lip in between his lips, tugging it roughly, making a moan roll from your tongue. Your hands fly to grip at his shirt to press him closer, accidentally grazing across his milky skin and he feels cools beneath your fingers.

He’s quick to roughly press you up against the opposite wall, hands flying to grasp your own and push them over your head. You moan at the impact, feeling your arousal flowing from your cunt, ruining your panties and your legs rub together to get some much-needed relief.

Yoongi curses as he sees the motion, grabbing your hands with one hand as the other dives down to bunch up as much as he can of your skirt and wedge a leg beneath your own. You whine at the contact, moving your lips against his flexed thigh, the friction feeling deliciously against your clit.

“Yeah, you like that, princess? Wait till I’m done with you, you won’t even know your name,” he murmurs seductively against your ear before grazing it with his teeth. A moan of his name escapes you, no shame or pride left in you; only that carnal, animalistic need to get off.

“Fuck, fuck, please...” you plead as Yoongi peppers kisses on your jaw, your eyes closed in concentration as you drive your hips relentlessly against him.

“Please what? use your words...” he teases against your lips before leaving a languid kiss. His lips melt with yours slowly, the sound of your mouths colliding wet and arousing, as his tongue dives in to meet your own. Then his mouth travels lower, resting on top of your collarbones, leaving soft kisses that slowly turn into bites.

“Please, I need you... I need your-” your rant gets interrupted by a loud cry when Yoongi sucks a particularly rough hickey on your neck. 

He seems to be enjoying this too much, having you at last to himself, moaning his name like it’s the only thing you need. “You need my what?” he asks teasingly, already knowing what you’ll say but once again you take him by surprise.

“Your hand. Your fingers. I need your fingers,” you manage to utter through heavy breaths, your hips still moving on top of his thigh, chasing after your high.

“My fingers, huh...?” he breathes against your neck as his tongue dives to lick against a freshly forming hickey. You hum in content as his kisses move upwards. “You need my fingers to do what? To toy with your clit until you’re screaming my name for everyone here to hear? To plunge into your cunt, knuckles deep until you’re a sobbing mess and asking me to stop?” his voice resonates against your skin, sending shivers down your spine along with the picture his words paint and, fuck, you want that so bad.

“Or do you need them...” his hand on your waist that’s holding your skirt up, moves upwards, letting the skirt fall over his thigh as well, and skims over your tummy, your breasts until it encloses its fingers around your neck. “... to choke you while I pound into you until you can’t take no more?” he says the same time he presses his fingers against your throat, a sharp inhale coming from you.

Your mouth falls open in a silent moan, rushed exhales leaving you as you can’t decide which one you want more. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you want them all.

Yoongi smiles wickedly at you before both his hands abandon your body; only to land on the waistband of your skirt and drag it down your legs. He throws the article of clothing away, before he’s on you again, kissing you harshly, hands tangling into your hair as he presses against you while yours meet at the nape of his neck. 

“Unfortunately, we don’t have a lot of time before someone realizes we’re gone. But I promise to repay you heartily next time...” he whispers against your lips before his hands swoop beneath your thighs to carry you and this time you’re the one sitting on the counter with Yoongi between your legs.

You don’t mind his proposition as you both rush to get him out his confinements. He gets out the vest quickly, tossing it aside as you move to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants, letting them fall to rest just on top of the swell of his ass. His fingers are reaching for your underwear, dragging it down your legs to let it fall to the floor as you finally get him out of his boxers.

He’s already hard, standing tall and stiff against his stomach, veins already running down the length of his cock and your mouth salivates. Your fingers wrap around his dick, slowly moving up and down and Yoongi lets out a heavy exhale as his forehead rests on your shoulders. 

You pick up the pace, his hips faltering as they begin moving in time with your hand, chasing after his own high. Then he curses out loud, the sound carnal, sending another wave of slick down to your thighs before he pushes your hand away.

“Fuck, you’re gonna have me cumming on your hand...” he admits before grabbing at his cock to drive it slowly over your folds. You hiss at the contact, moving your hips instinctively to get your slick all over him and he bites his lip with so much force you think he’s gonna draw blood.

But then he pushes the head of his cock past your folds, having you biting his neck to stop from screaming too loud. He groans at the feeling of your velvety walls encompassing him and once he’s fully inside you he stops to take a breath.

It’s not enough for you though to gather your wits, before he slams into you.

“Fuck!” this time you can’t do nothing to control the cry that comes from your lips, nails digging into the flesh of his biceps. His jaw is clenched in concentration as his fingers grab harshly at your hips for leverage before he begins pounding into you.

The moans roll down your tongue without stopping, not having much of a mind to remember you’re currently in the middle of a party where anywhere can pass by and hear what you’ve been onto all this time. Or you simply don’t care, you can’t distinguish the difference anymore. The only thing that makes sense right now is the feeling of his dick driving into you.

Yoongi keeps thrusting into you, matching each movement with a low grunt, the sounds coming from him sounding filthy in your ears, making your arousal grow.

“Fuck, Yoongi, don’t stop...” you say breathlessly, your hips moving to meet his thrusts. His eyes finally move to your face for the first time since he entered you and something crosses his face as if he suddenly remembered something. 

He smirks sinfully at you before one hand abandons your hips to caress the top of your breasts. Your eyes widen in excitement, hoping he’ll do what he promised as his palm now rests over your collarbones. Before his fingers finally reach your neck and softly press against the spots that have your head getting lightheaded.

You suck in a breath before your air supply gets cut off, mouth dropping open in complete ecstasy.

“F-fuck...” you stutter, eyes closing to concentrate better on the feeling of his cock inside you.

His hand on your neck pushes you back in an angled position that has his cock pushing repetitively against your g-spot and you cry out loud. Your hand flies behind to grasp at the shelf above you as you struggle to keep up. Your hips are relentless against his own as each thrust gets rougher and rougher than the rest. His grunts are louder and louder, signalling his close end and his other hand abandons your hips as well to come and rest at your clit.

You inhale sharply as much as you can when he begins rubbing the sensitive nub slowly, steadily but then he picks up the pace as he feels his high nearing as does yours with every thrust

“Fuck, Y/N, look at you, fucking look at you. So fucked out, so wrecked by my cock, fuck, I’ll, fucking, ruin, you,” he says lastly between his last powerful thrusts that have you both unravelling against each other. You come with a loud cry of his name, clenching uncontrollably against him as he finally lets your neck, the incoming breath adding to your high.

He curses out loud, coming with one final thrust, rope after rope of cum painting your walls as you both lay against each other breathless.

A minute or two pass like this, with his head hiding at your neck as you both calm down. Then you feel him pressing soft kisses on your skin, something that has you take a double take on him.

He feels you shifting beneath him so he raises his head to look at you with a goofy smile on his lips, that has your chest constrict wildly. 

He’s... dare you say, cute?

“Uhm, what are you doing?” you ask confused and he tilts his head at you like a confused puppy.

“It’s called kissing I don’t know if you ever heard of it...” he says with a soft smile before pressing another kiss at the corner of your mouth. Your eyes widen, not at all used at this side of his as he’d usually mock you or tease you.

Although you’ve never really been in a similar situation with him before so you can’t really tell if this is usual for him.

Yoongi seems to sense your apprehension so he stops kissing you and leans back to get a better look at you.

“I thought you hated me...” you manage to mumble in utter confusion on this new side of him. You’re not used to it, you don’t know how to handle it and frankly, it makes you feel all sort of weird things you’ve never felt before.

Not about him at least.

He has the decency to look somewhat remorseful over your words. “Yeah... I never actually hated you... I was just avoiding you cause you made me nervous...” he admits, rubbing a hand at the nape of his neck awkwardly and your eyes widen at his confession. 

You made him nervous? 

“...And I guess me avoiding you didn’t help into you liking me either....” he observes sheepishly as you still stare at him shocked out of your wits.

Yoongi... likes you?

“So, uhm... I figured since we already did... that...” he says, entirely too innocently compared to what happened merely minutes ago and your heart does that thing again. That thing that makes you wanna pinch his cheeks or bake him a cake or something.

“That maybe... If you want... maybe I could take you out on a date?” he finishes with a flinch as if expecting you to immediately refuse him. To be honest your mind still tries to wrap around everything. You just had sex with him in your pantry room, his cock is still inside you, admittedly soft but that’s not the point, and he just asked you out on a date.

You’ve done weirder things, haven’t you?

Besides you’d hate to see his face fall if you deny him that.

Who would’ve thought?

.

.

Later, when you’re out of the pantry room with no one having a single clue of what you did, your eyes keep finding each other like a pair of lovesick teenagers.

Admittedly it’s all still new to you, but you don’t mind the way he’s looking at you. Or the way your heart beats when you catch him staring. You can get used to this.

You think no one has a single clue of what happened between the two of you. But at some point, Jimin happened to pass by the pantry room and heard things he didn’t wanna hear. 

Now he’s scared for life but judging by the looks you keep exchanging with Yoongi, he’d say it was all worth it.