#his response was that Apple Music was right there

[fluffypotatey]

today my dad learn that Mr Barack Obama posts a list of his top songs of the year (or season or something), so he began to play them to us immediately and give us his feedback on whether he agreed or not with the choices

[msgexymunson]

Soft Touches

Description: you and your dealer Eddie get a little closer than anticipated.

Warnings: acquaintances to lovers, reader is AFAB, weed smoking (both parties so no real dub con), fem oral receiving, praise kink, p in v unprotected sex.

A/N: It's my birthday! And I'm high, and horny, so happy birthday! If you've read my work you KNOW I'm a sucker for the first time y/n fucks Eddie. When I'm a benevolent dictator it shall be a universal holiday ;)

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Masterlist

“Eddie, what the hell was in that?” 

Floating in a cloud of your high, the entire room seemed to glow in pink and orange, senses tinged in a sunset glow. You were definitely stoned out of your tree if you were comparing Eddie's stuffy, cramped room to a breath-taking sunset. 

“It's a new strain I got from Rick. You feeling it?” 

“Oh, I'm feeling it alright. I can hear colours.” 

Eddie's rich laugh echoed off the walls of his trailer. He laid on the bed casually, one arm slung beneath his head making his tight t-shirt ride up slightly. Just a peek of his happy trail was on display, which you tried, and failed, not to stare at. 

It was proving difficult, especially since you sat criss-cross apple sauce on his floor. His body was eye level, handcuff belt shining softly in the low light. The glint of that drew your eyes even lower, concentrating on the bulge you could see in his jeans.

You thought you were being sneaky. You absolutely were not. 

“Hey, sweetheart, you gonna answer me or just stare at my dick?” 

“Huh?” 

Shaking your head as if to clear it, you finally met his gaze. 

“I said, you can come lay up here if you want.” 

Halfway between getting up and still in a weird little crouch his words finally filtered through your addled brain. 

“I wasn't staring at your dick!” 

“Whatever you say, baby girl.” 

Frozen, mind empty of comebacks, you clambered out of your goblin stance and stood up, when the blood decided to rush to your head. 

“Oh Holy shit.” 

Your knees buckled, and you would have ended up face first on Eddie's carpet if he hadn't caught you. 

“Easy there, I've got you.” 

Eddie's firm hands held your upper arms tightly as he manoeuvred you to sit on his bed. The room was spinning, everything was drifting out of focus. 

“I need to lie down.” 

Eddie pulled you towards his pillows and laid you down gently, picking your legs up and settling them on the bed with you. Staring up at his off white ceiling, things began to drift back in. Once the room finally stopped swooping around in your vision, you started to come to your senses. 

You are on Eddie Munson's bed. You knew him, sure, only in a ‘can I come round so you can smoke us out and listen to music’ kind of way. You'd hardly call him a friend. This though, feeling the heat of his body next to you, him leaning on his side staring at you worriedly seemed entirely outside of your current arrangement. 

Suddenly the air was stifling, Eddie's warmth only exacerbating the matter. 

“You alright?” 

“Yeah, just really warm. And fucking high.” 

Eddie laughed, relieved.

“Thank fuck, I was scared for a minute.” 

You fumbled at the hem of your oversized sweater, attempting to wriggle it up your body but all motor skills were beyond you right now. 

“Eddie.” You pouted at him, flapping the edge of your sweater with frustrated hands. 

“You want this off?” 

“Please.” 

He flashed you a mischievous grin and pulled up upright, beginning to draw the offensive sweater up and over your form. 

“Didn't think you'd be begging me to undress you sweetheart.” 

Rolling your eyes in response, you held your arms over your head like a petulant toddler. Sweater removed and tossed to the foot of the bed, you risked a glance at Eddie. He was entirely preoccupied, staring at your bare midriff that was now on display. 

“It's a crop top Eddie, get over it.” 

Flinging yourself back down on the pillow, Eddie coughed, looking a little flustered, and settled in next to you. 

“Sorry, I didn't expect it. You always wear baggy shit.” 

“Comfortable shit, thank you. I come here to smoke, it's not New York fashion week.”

Eddie ran a finger across you, just below your belly button. The barely there touch blazed across your skin. 

“I didn't know you had your belly button pierced.” 

Looking down, you watch as his fingers circle it, then flick the little jewel dangling off the end. Thighs clamping together out of sheer necessity, you attempt to ignore it. 

“Yeah, got it done when I was like 15, two towns over. Probably my least painful piercing. Apart from ears, of course.”

Apparently, Rick's new strain also makes you run your mouth, as well as being insanely warm and horny. It seemed you had captured Eddie's attention. He turned further towards you, one hand holding his head up. The other, much to your relief, stayed on your stomach. You're not sure he was even aware he was still stroking your skin. 

“Least painful? What other piercings do you have?” 

You seriously considered dodging the question, but it's difficult to be devious directly to those big wet eyes of his. It's like trying to lie to a baby cow. 

“Well, I got my nose done, but the piercing fell out and I didn't bother to get a new one. That one stung. But the worst had to be my… my nipples.” 

The whole bed lurched as Eddie jumped up and sat cross legged facing you. He practically flew into action, grabbing his cigarettes and a lighter as if you were about to tell him some epic tale. 

“Right, tell me everything.” 

Whilst laughing at his wide eyed expression, you realise he's being completely serious. 

“Well, they er, they like, sanitise the… area, draw a dot where they're going to pierce you and tell you to take a deep breath in and it's done. It's super quick actually. It's more the after part that hurts. Why are you interested?” 

Eddie pushes his hair behind one ear, the tip of it is glowing scarlet, you notice. 

“I was thinking about getting it done my last birthday but I didn't have the cash.” 

He's staring at you, nervously chewing on a hang nail. You can practically see the unasked question dancing on his tongue. You weren't going to offer, hell no. If he wants to see he has to ask. The thing is, the way your tummy is bubbling right now, you don't think you could say no to those eyes of his. 

The question remains unsaid. He merely offers you a drag on his cigarette which you take gratefully, before he's stubbing it out and laying back down next to you. 

“How you feeling now? Bit less baked?” 

“Oh I'm still fucked, but I can see straight and I don't feel sick.” 

His fingers begin their dance again, skating over your exposed flesh, stroking down your side to your hip, across your stomach, and back again. You want to mention it. He's never touched you like this before, but you also don't want him to stop. 

“Good. Not inviting you over again if you hurl on my bed.” 

Giggling, you turn and face him. You're both on your sides now, knees close to knocking. His shirts ridden up again and before you can even register what you're doing you've placed a delicate hand on his hip. His eyes widened briefly, but that's it. Both of you are touching the others bare flesh, whispers of touches. Little, tentative things, like the bursting of soap bubbles on skin. 

“I wouldn't hurl on your bed. I'm sure I'd at least make it to the bathroom. I'm not an animal.” 

Eddie just grins in response, and you look at each other, really look. His dopey smile is the same as yours, and it seems neither of you want to mention how this seems to be rolling into very unfamiliar territory. 

“Eddie?” 

“Hmm?” 

“Why are you touching me?” 

He pushes infinitesimally closer, his knee now slotting between yours. It's a small gesture, but suddenly the situation feels even more intimate than before. 

“Because. Because it feels good. You're soft, and warm. And you keep making little noises.” 

“I do?” 

He smooths his hand higher, thumb dragging along the underside of your breast, and you let out a tiny, quivering whimper.

“See? Like that.” 

Opening your legs slightly wider, Eddie's knee pushes naturally further forward, his thigh now wedged between yours. His breath is fanning your nose; cigarettes, weed, and sweet snacks. 

“So sweetheart, why are you touching me?” 

Your hand presses a little more firmly, snaking underneath the hem of his shirt. With no complaint forthcoming, you reach further up, stroking his side, up over his ribs, and back down again. He responds in kind. Every kiss of fingers is electrifying, filling the room with a soft, dense tension. 

“Because it feels good. Because I saw a bit of skin and I couldn't resist.” 

“Yeah?” He's smirking as he says it, but you're beyond playing games at this point. 

“Yeah.” 

“I didn't know I was irresistible.”

You pinch his skin a little and he stares at you like you just betrayed him. 

“I didn't say that, you're twisting my words.” 

“Pretty sure I heard-” 

Cutting him off with a tickle to the ribs, he grabs your hand to stop you. 

“OK, OK! You were right, I was wrong. Nice touches again please.” 

His hand swiftly makes its way back to your skin and you continue to stroke him. 

“Nice touches?” 

“Yeah, it feels really good.” 

Running your hand up, you graze his nipple, and then bring it back down, down, until you reach the top of his jeans. You graze a finger, just one, under them, sweeping across his tensing abs. Then, you move up to more innocent flesh. 

“Jesus Christ.” 

Eddie's chest is heaving, fingers pressing indents into your flesh. 

“Nice enough?” you're the one smirking this time, pleased at the effect you're having on him. 

“Yeah.” 

It's barely a word, more of a breath. You scoot closer toward him, just a couple of inches, but it's close enough to feel his thigh start to press against your heat. Gasping at the pressure, you rub subtly against his thigh to try and relieve your mounting feelings, no matter how slightly. 

Eddie's hand starts making a trembling journey up your form, fingers twisting underneath your top. Feeling the underside of your bare breast, you both gasp. Eddie undoubtedly because you weren't wearing a bra, you because, well, the obvious. The slightest graze had your nipple hardening instantly, hips rocking forward without your control. 

“Is this OK?” 

“Yeah. Please.” 

Fingers stretching further, Eddie finally brushes your nipple. The feeling is magnified by your piercing; they've felt more sensitive since you got them done.

The moan that escapes is louder than you meant but it couldn't be helped. This simple touch is igniting through your nerves and rushing to your high brain. 

“Shit, they are pierced.” 

It seems to be a thought that Eddie said out loud by accident as he rubs his fingers over your ruddy nipple, slowly circling the silver balls of the jewellery. 

Another moan breaks from you, even louder this time.

“Fuuuuck Eddie.” 

“Yeah?” 

His touches become firmer, rubbing your nipple between thumb and forefinger, mapping the way your face scrunches up with his eyes.

“Yeah, jeez. They're really sensitive.” 

Practically panting in each other's mouths, your noses rub together. 

“Can- can I kiss you?” 

His words are so hesitant that it makes you giggle. Pressing your lips in a swift kiss to his full bottom lip, you respond. 

“I'd be mad if you didn't.” 

Eddie wastes no more time, pressing a hot open mouthed kiss to you that you reciprocate in kind. You keep it slow, leisurely traversing new territory with soft, exploring tongues. Naturally your arms encircle him, pulling him closer, closer. His arm snakes around your back as your bodies press together, like puzzle pieces slotting together and finding their perfect match. Eventually you break away to take a gasping breath as Eddie presses kisses to your collarbone.

“I don't know why we waited so long to do that.” 

“We? I thought you just wanted me for free drugs!” 

You giggled loudly at that, so loud it came out as a snort, but it didn't matter. The moment was so honest that being cool had nothing to do with it. You were bare, in a way, and so was he. 

Eddie chuckled with you as he slowly but surely pushed you onto your back, slipping both of his legs between yours. Pushing your hips up, you feel his hardness graze your pubic bone. 

“Eddie?” 

He hums a response, lips and tongue busy loving on your neck. You tug at the hem of your top and pull upwards. Eddie gets the message, moving out of the way briefly so you can strip it off. 

There you are, bare chested in front of him. You'd be nervous, if you hadn't seen the longing in his eyes. He's kneeling, one arm leaning on the mattress whilst the other compulsively strokes your side. 

“Jesus Christ your tits are perfect.” 

The moment stretches just a little too long for comfort; you're a hair's breadth away from crossing your arms over your chest when Eddie leans down and runs his tongue around and around one nipple. Mewling pathetically, you lace your fingers in Eddie's soft waves and tug. In response his teeth graze you as he sucks softly; then he gives the other just as much attention. 

Shuddering and wriggling under him, you can't do anything but whine, your hips undulating upwards to chase some friction, some release, anything. 

“Eddie, please, I need you.” 

“Umph,” He responds, muffled by your chest, “I need you to say that again.” 

“Eddie I swear to God if you don't- ” 

He laughs, cutting off your sentence. 

“Alright baby girl, I got you.” 

Working his way down your front, he takes his time planting soft kisses, making you writhe at each touch of his lips, until he reaches your shorts. 

Flicking the button open, he slowly drags the zip down and finds the little sliver of red panties poking out. 

“Hearts? Cute.” 

Thick fingers plunge into your clothes and pull them away, flinging your shorts and panties across the room into the void that was Eddie's carpet. 

Insecurity finally gripped its claws into you. What if he didn't like what you looked like down there, smelled like, tasted like? 

A moment of unadulterated panic, and then Eddie licked his tongue, slowly yet firmly, between your lips and all the way up. Barging your thighs further apart with his shoulders, he rooted your clit out with his tongue, running dizzying circles and sucking at it desperately. 

Eddie's moans rivalled your own, such neediness etched in you swear his fingerprints will be left on the outside of your thighs like tattoos, simply from the force he held you with. Barely able to shake, you compensated by pulling his hair and guiding his tongue exactly where you needed it. 

He pushed a thick calloused finger into you slowly, looking up at you as he did so. You back arched off the bed. He felt around, staring at you with such intensity you that you were seconds away from telling him to quit staring when-

“Oh God, oh fuck!” 

Eddie smirked, sliding another finger in gently to join the first, and worked your clit between his lips. He incessantly stroked a spot inside that you'd never reach on your own, a firm, beckoning gesture as if he were willing your orgasm to come hither. 

It was working. Your insides tingle, a tightness pulling straight from your gut and shooting out to your fingers and toes. Beyond control by this point, your hand pulls his hair tightly. To your amazement, his other hand reaches out to you, seeking, and you lace your fingers in his own. 

As soon as your digits touched, you were gone. Your release plummets out of you, shaking through every bone you have, leaving you a twitching puddle of a woman. His fingers chase after it, dragging every inch of squelching pleasure out of your insides until you're tugging him away and begging for it to stop. 

As he moved back up your body, licking and sucking as he did so, you tried to think of an answer to the smug grin he was just about to flash at you. 

There was none. Brain unravelled, threads wound into your nerves instead of your thoughts, you laid there, ruminating on how he'd made you come faster than any other man.

Eddie hovered over you, nose nudging your own. He must have wiped his mouth at some point whilst you were in la la land. 

“Hey pretty girl.”

“Eddie, you're really fuckin’ good at that.”

“I know.”

You laugh, tapping his side.

“Cocky.”

“Confident.”

Before you can retort his mouth is back on you, peppering kisses to your jaw, as his solid member presses into your naked heat.

“Fuck Eddie, please, please please-”

“Please what baby girl?” He asks, then sucks a hickey on your neck. 

Pulling him towards you by his shirt collar, you bite down sharply on his earlobe, pulling a little groan from his chest.

“I want you to stuff me full Eddie. I'm- I'm on birth control. Fill me up.” 

You can practically feel Eddie's eyes roll to the back of his head.

“Fuck, you can't just say that, I nearly busted in my pants!” 

Pulling himself off you for the shortest time he could, he peels his t-shirt over his head and flops back on top of you. Desperate kisses and urgent gropes spill from you both; grinding, needy things that tore at clothes and grasped at flesh. 

After fiddling and failing with his belt, you huff and tug harshly at his waistband. He chuckles, biting at your bottom lip as he unlatches it with ease and then wriggles his pants and boxers down his legs with urgency. 

More desperate grasps, teeth and tongues clashing violently, your hand reaching down to clutch at his- 

“Holy hell!” 

His eyes widen, hands coming to a halt, waiting for the rest of your sentence. You're too busy trying to glance down his front as he hovers over you, your fist firmly stroking his hardened cock.

“You're huge Eddie!” 

He smirks and thrusts into your hand, the velvet smoothness of his dick massaged  by your palm. 

“Bet you say that to all the guys.”

“Er, no, Rick's made some truth serum or some shit because that's the biggest I've ever felt.” 

You guide him firmly towards your entrance, dragging the tip of his enlarged cock through your slickened folds. He quivers over you, arms thick with tension. 

“Baby girl just, just slip it inside, please-” 

“Now who's begging?” 

Grinning mischievously, you wait for him to start forming an answer with his mouth when you slip the head inside your sopping opening. His open mouth turns into a long drawn out moan. 

You would tease him if the feeling of him splitting you open wasn't all consuming. Which it fucking is. He just keeps pushing, and pushing, until his chest is flush with yours and he's mumbling platitudes in your ear. 

“Doing so good for me. Such a naughty, naughty girl. Getting filled up by her drug dealer? Baby girls a little dirty, isn't she?”

You're trying not to let him know how much his words affect you, but the fluttering of your satin like walls tells a different story. 

“You're not my dealer.” 

“Oh really? I'm not?” 

Pulling out nearly all the way and pushing back in, you bite your lip at the drag against your insides.

“Dealer implies I buy shit. You just give it to me, like a little simp.”

Eddie's mouth drops open in mock outrage.

“You want me to give it to you now? I'll fucking give it to you baby.” 

Hooking an arm under your thigh, Eddie thrusts into you hard and devastatingly deep. And again, and again, until you start moaning wantonly right in his face, all bravado forgotten.

“Yeah? Atta girl. That good baby? Wanna feel me right here?” 

His other hand pushes against your lower stomach, the pressure deepening the pleasure he's giving you tenfold. 

“Oh Eddie, oh fuckfuckfuck!!” 

Your release explodes out of your cunt with a gush, liquid spurting out of you so hard you nearly force his impressive length out. It waves drastically, like the sea against the shore, washing and washing over you until it's hard to breathe. 

“Baby, baby! Holy shit, I think you squirted.” 

“Ya think? My God, that was… mind blowing.” 

“Yeah?” 

Looking up at him, you expect that arrogant grin, but he just looks pleased and innocent. Like a kid at Christmas. 

“Yeah, fuck yeah.”

Rolling him over with all the power left in your thighs, you pin him down and move firmly into him, ferality taking over your actions. 

“Jesus Christ, you are a dirty girl, aren't you?” 

“Maybe just a little.” 

Smirking, you hump against him, your swollen clit bumping against his pubic bone on each delicious pass. 

“Holy shit, I'm not complaining- fuck, what the- what are you doing? Jesus Christ!” 

You bounce hard on him. Seeing him writhe under you is a special kind of power, one you aren't willing to let go of. Ever.

“Fuck, b-baby girl, you're gonna make me come!” 

His intense moans spur you on further. Unable to bounce so much on shaky knees you snuggle down close to him, arms clutching his shoulders, as you grind into him. It's massaging sensations into your clit, as well as teasing your g spot with his imposing length. 

“I can't, I’m-  baby girl-” 

“I'm gonna come, Eddie please, fill me up, I wanna feel it, I wanna feel your cum inside me, please, fuckin’ breed me Eddie. Oh fuck!” 

Quivering against him uncontrollably, your legs give out, collapsing on his body as he tenses and releases inside of you. It spurs your own orgasm, snaking up your spine and gripping on your system like a fly caught in honey. An open mouthed scream is all you give him, silent but chock full of feeling, as your back arches in its own tension. 

As it curls out of you, your back gives up, and you flop forward, bones turned to pudding. 

“Well.” is all that comes out, a puff of a word, just air escaping from a collapsing chest.

“Well.” Eddie responds, waiting for what you're about to say. 

You're sure he doesn't expect it. A laugh bubbles out; a weird, inside laugh, that you probably should never share with anyone. But it keeps coming. And coming. Laughing uncontrollably, you roll off of him and try to get your stomach muscles in check. 

You'd be worried about his reaction, if he wasn't laughing with you. It was this odd mixture of tension and relief that was bursting in the air, a barrier broken and left crumbling at your feet. 

“Eddie. Fuck, Eddie.” 

“Yeah?”

‘Yeah.”

His heated hand found yours, and squeezed your fingers hard. For some reason, it felt more intimate than all of this combined. 

Giggling again, you lean into his chest, fingers dipping up to weave into his hair. 

“Baby girl, you can't just-” 

“What? Pull your hair? Because you like it?” 

Tugging on his hair dramatically, Eddie tosses his head back and groans. 

“Knew it.”

“Yeah, yeah, certified genius. It's like you don't wanna be railed again.” 

Huffing, you pull yourself on top of him again, hardened nipples brushing softly against his flesh. 

“Oh, I think I'll be the one railing you. You wanna make a bet, for next time?” 

Smug grin forgotten, Eddie stares at you in disbelief.

“Next time?” 

“Well, I hope so. Got to be the best I've ever had.” 

Stupid Rick and his stupid strain. 

“Best you've ever had?” 

“Fuck you.” 

“Only if you wanna.” 

The teasing stopped. At least for now. It was pretty clear, your need for each other was outranking any goading you'd been sharing. 

At least for now… 

Taglist (Some permanents, some likely candidates, if you want to be added, jus say the word sweetheart)

@eddiesprincess86 @zestychili @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @roanniom @usedtobecooler @josephquinnsfreckles @mrsjellymunson

[violenteconomics]

the first-years need some extra cash (maybe they want to set up a vacation fund or smth, because damn, do they need one right about now), so they start up a really unofficial restaurant in ramshackle dorm. because they're still in school, it's only open on the weekends, but it instantly becomes a hit with the other students, not least because the only other option is super expensive and gets you scammed more often than not.

yuu is the owner, naturally, and they convince some of the ghosts to help cook and wait the tables. they're also responsible for handling crises like table shortages and managing out their expenses.

epel is the actual chef of the group, who specializes in apple pies and apple juice, but who can make a mean chicken pasta if he has a recipe.

ortho's job is to sit on the couch and play music lol. he takes request and can play any kind of music, but his default setting is the "my next life as a villainess" opening theme.

jack is the head waiter of the place, since he's great at hearing orders, memorizing orders, and can carry multiple dishes at once without dropping them.

sebek is the bouncer, essentially, of the whole establishment. he's in charge of kicking out annoying customers and beating up customers that try to fight with each other.

ace and deuce take care of the entertainment. ace has a poker table in the corner of the room where people can challenge him for 1000 thaumarks, but nobody ever seems to win no matter what they try. deuce, on the other hand, literally just sits a table right next to ace, and for 10 thaumarks people can just... talk to him. you have people lining up AROUND THE BLOCK just so they can speak with him, giggling and leaning over his table like schoolgirls, because for as empty-headed as he is, he has a surprising amount of rizz.

(the restaurant is called "fresh meals by freshmen")

(their tagline is: "for just one meal a day, you can help these poor souls get the fucking vacation they need")

[nateezfics]

Can you writea soft, fluffy smut with softdom! San? Like he's being very slow and careful and loving with a lot of praise???

❝ softly and sweetly ❞

: ̗̀➛ intimacy is still new between you and san, and he’s more than willing to be as sweet and patient as you need him to be. 2.9k words.

: ̗̀➛ choi san; boyfriend!san. softy!san. afab!reader. established relationship. fluff. smut.

: ̗̀➛ warnings: minors do not interact! explicit sexual content. unprotected sex. soft sex. not first time sex but still one of the first few times if that makes sense. groping//drying humpimg. oral (f receiving). body worship. breast play. lots of ooey gooey praise that might make your teeth rot. pet names (baby). dirty//sexual language. soft dom!san. sub!reader. intentional lower case and small font.

“this…this is okay, yeah?”

the words were spoken into your skin as san nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck. he hovered over you, broad shoulders covering your frame completely, and his body heat permeating into you. his strong hands were lodged on your hips, kneading at the suppleness of your curves there and he desperately wanted to let them continue their pursuit of you, but he needed to make sure you were alright.

your mind was already growing foggy under his touch. your palms were flat against his biceps, and you felt the muscles underneath flex as he busied his hands at your hips. he touched you not with uncertainty, but a carefulness like you were a porcelain doll that might crack if not handled just right. these intimate moments were still new, unfamiliar for the two of you. you’d only just progressed your relationship to a physical one, and san was more than adamant to keep your comfort top priority. you kissed the shell of his ear. “yes, san. it’s okay. more than okay. you can…you can keep going.”

san sighed. out of relief? desire? maybe both, you weren’t sure, but his hands then dipped under the hem of your t-shirt and a million little goosebumps erupted across your skin. his lips pressed into your nape to place a sweet kiss, and then again, and then one more until he was littering your neck with kisses while his hands rose upward. “you feel so good under my touch, baby. so soft.” you were so pliable for him, so reactive, back bowing off the sheets when his finger tips grazed your pebbled nipples.

“touch me more,” you whined, breathless even just from his featherlight caresses. your face turned into him and allowed your whimpers to flood right into his ear. “please.”

“of course,” san cooed. another kiss to your neck. “whatever my baby wants.” he got a good grip on your tits, fondling the soft flesh and eliciting the sweetest of moans from your pretty lips. encouraged by your response, san kept pushing and tugging at them, thumb and pointer fingers pinching your nipples every so often. you were a symphony of sighs and whines, absolute music to his ears. he lifted his head from the warmth of your neck to watch you, smiling when you looked up at him with those darling eyes of yours, already glazed over with desire. “hmm, maybe we should take this,” he pushes at your shirt, “off of you, yeah?”

you nodded much too quickly, so eagerly it made the man above you let out a chuckle. you let him remove the t-shirt from you and he threw it somewhere over the bed. you didn’t care where it landed. exposed to his awaiting gaze, your cheeks grew warm. he grinned and leaned down to kiss the apple of your cheek.

“so beautiful.” san kissed your other cheek before busying his hands with your chest again. there was adoration in his eyes, in his voice. you didn’t even have a moment to feel insecure, not when he looked at you like this. like you were the prettiest thing alive. “how do you feel, baby? okay?”

“yes,” you answered, hands squeezing his arms in assurance. affection swelled in your chest. san was so careful, seeking your approval after everything he did; you felt loved, cherished.

san sat up enough to watch his larger hands engulf your breasts. “such pretty tits. so perfect.” desire was pooling in the pit of your stomach, and that familiar heat ignited between your thighs. you were already wound up to such an extent and he hadn’t even moved on from your chest yet. you needed him desperately. as if he heard you, san swooped down to trap a nipple between his lips, suckling and kissing the bud. his other hand showed affection to the other one, pinching and pulling.

you cried out, arching into his face and pressing you further against him. he showered your breasts with attention until the desire you felt in the pit of your tummy ignited and spread to the rest of your body. like it had a mind of its own your body moved, your hips rutting upward to relieve some of the tension you now felt throbbing between your thighs. the press of his clothed erection awaited you, and at the grind of you against him, san groaned against your skin.

“fuck, baby.” san groaned again, releasing your nipple with a pop! he cast his eyes upwards to you to witness the pure look of desire on your face. and then you rolled your hips again, and the prettiest little pout formed on your lips when the friction wasn’t giving you what you needed. san smiled. “here, let me help you.” he left your chest to sit up tall, hands sliding down your waist to your hips. he pulled you against him just as he rutted into you, digging his erection so perfectly into your pussy it had you sighing wantonly. he did it again, and then again, helping you grind yourself on his erection, alleviating a modicum of the pent up pressure.

“san, need you. need you in me.” you were desperate. your core clenched around nothing, a stark reminder of how absolutely empty you were.

san laughed softly, breathlessly, worked up just from the sight of you so needy. “i know, baby. i know. but patience, okay? i will take care of you. promise.” he dipped down and placed a constellation of kisses between the valley of your breasts and continued lower and lower still until he reached the hem line of your sweats. he shimmied his body down the bed to comfortably lay on his front between your legs. he tugged at your pants, but paused to cast you a look. “can i take these off?

you nodded and whined, but gasped a moment later when the cool air met your skin as your pants were pulled down your legs. now left only in your panties, practically bare before him. the fabric of your panties were now sheer from the way it stuck to your wet sex, and san was quick to voice his fondness of the sight.

“look at you. so pretty and wet for me already.” a single thumb pressed into the wet spot and you mewled at the small contact. he rubbed your clit delicately over the drenched fabric of your panties until you were squirming, body wordlessly begging him for more, more, more! he settled himself between your thighs, resting them over his shoulders before diving his face into your pussy. he placed open mouthed kisses to your clit over your underwear and oh, the sounds you made. the prettiest, sweetest, most darling moans poured from your lips as he kissed your needy sex. your voice, so lascivious yet delicate, resounded in the air and entered his ears before shooting into his bloodstream and rushing right to his cock.

“san…” you were so precious calling out to him.

“yes, baby? what do you need?” he already knew. another kiss to your covered clit. your panties were soaked completely through.

“take my panties off,” you pleaded. “wanna feel your mouth on me without anything in the way.”

san loved how you expressed what you wanted, what you needed. you were so perfect to him. you could’ve done anything and he would’ve thought it the most astounding thing. he tugged at your, now completely soiled, panties until they were off your body, your glistening and delectable pussy now on full display for his viewing — and tasting — pleasure. he groaned as he brought his face closer, inhaling the scent of your arousal and feeling the way his cock strained between his body and the mattress. “such a pretty pussy. you are the most beautiful little thing i’ve ever seen. you know that?”

it was a rhetorical question. not that you could’ve answered anyway when his lips wrapped around your erected clit and sucked, rendering you absolutely speechless above him. your thighs jolted but he was quick to keep them steady on his shoulders. he made out with your pussy slowly, reverently, lovingly. like he was going to take all the time in the world savoring the sweetness of your arousal. and he could have, would’ve been perfectly find to bide his time between your legs until he reached his final moments.

“so sweet,” san sucked your clit. “so perfect.” he sucked and kissed and licked your pearl until you were dissolving into a mess above him. only then did he make his descent to your hole, still clenching and fluttering with a need for attention. he pushed the wet muscle through your folds to lap at your inner walls. he had to keep you in place, your body reacting in earnest to his actions. he tongue fucked you so tentatively until he worked up a steady rhythm, mindful of his nose and how it was perfectly placed to bump your clit so perfectly you saw stars swirling in your vision.

it was so much, yet just enough. overwhelming but you did not want him to stop. you were dangerously close to your peak, san’s mouth working diligently to push you over the edge. “hah! s’close, san! gonna cum!” you were pulling at his hair now as the coil in your belly became almost unbearably tight.

“oh, you’re so perfect,” san drawled. “let go for me, baby. cum on my face. wanna taste every last drop of you.” with his encouraging words and continuous pursuit against your pussy, the coil snapped and you fell into euphoria. your orgasm swept over you, all consuming and powerful. every last nerve was alive, your blood feeling like it had been replaced with fire. san let you ride out every last second of your high on his face, and true to his word, he tasted every last drop until his chin was covered in your essence and his own saliva.

you heaved in and out, thighs shaking and mind reeling from the high. you almost missed the way san began to kiss up your tummy and your chest. when he reached your face, he planted a slow, languid kiss against your lips, allowing you to taste yourself. to taste the evidence of how good he made you feel. your hands found purchase in his hair, inevitably pulling his body closer to yours.

“did that feel good?” it was more than obvious, what with your taste lingering on his tongue and your arousal on his chin. and the way you shook beneath him. he just adored to hear you say aloud how good he made you feel; he felt proud to know that he was learning your body well enough to give you every bit of pleasure you deserved.

“yes.” you kissed him again. “so good, san.” and yet, you couldn’t ignore the empty ache that remained between your legs. despite having just cum, you still needed more. you needed his cock in you, all of it. your lips stayed glued to his while your hand snuck all the way down to his erection; you palmed him through his sweats and the man above you purred appreciatively, rutting into your hand.

“is that what you want, huh?” san grinned into your mouth. “does my pretty baby want to be full of me?”

“need you in me,” you parroted your words from earlier. they still rang true. you were desperate for him and you needed to get his clothes off of him immediately.

“you’re so cute.” he kissed your forehead before he put some distance between you to remove his clothing. you waited on baited breath as more skin became available to you; his shirt and pants joined your clothing on the bedroom floor. his cock strained against his underwear, and you reached out to smooth your hand over it. he closed his eyes and inhaled. “you could undo me with just your touch, you know.”

you smiled and tugged at his underwear to free his cock from its confines. he was so hard, cock engorged and tip red and leaking. you couldn’t help the urge to wrap your hand around him, feeling the heavy weight of him in your grasp. “san…”

“yeah, baby?”

“fuck me. please.”

san smiled. warm. promising. full of love. “with pleasure.” he leaned over to give you a sweet kiss while his hips sunk between your thighs. you spread them wide to allow him room, settling them over his narrow hips. he wrapped a fist around his shaft to line himself up to your hole, but before pressing forward, his eyes met yours. “tell me if you’re uncomfortable. okay?”

you nodded, bottom lip between your teeth as you focused on the press of his cockhead against where you needed him most.

“baby. i need to hear you say it.”

you swallowed. “okay, san.”

“that’s my good baby.” he pushed himself in, only a smidge, but even just the small press forward and your cunt was already sucking him in with a desperate desire to be filled. he chuckled. “so eager for me, but we’re gonna take it slow.”

you mewled at that first stretch as his tip slipped passed your folds, hole enlarging to welcome him in. san was watching you intently as he slowly and carefully fed you inch after inch. he was moving so slow; you had half a mind to just yank his hips forward to take him all in at once, but decided against it. san was a lot to take in, and your little pussy was still getting used to him, still trying to memorize the feel of every last detail of his cock. and this fact was proven now as he pushed another inch passed the tight ring of your walls, your back arching as you moaned into the air at the stretch.

“still doing okay?” san’s voice was low, thick with arousal but full of concern for you. the last thing he wanted was to hurt you, and your pussy was so tight. such a tight fit, and as he slid in slowly he couldn’t help but think of your first time, the first time he spread you apart on his cock. it almost felt like he wasn’t going to fit, but you took him in so well, so perfectly. he could never forget that first hug of your walls around him.

“y-yeah.” you managed to respond despite your mind shutting down with each inch that sunk into your heat. you smiled up at him for added measure, to reassure him that you felt fine, more than fine. you felt full and wonderful and loved.

san was sheathed all the way in at last. you both sighed out in delight. you were so warm and wet and tight around him. his hands soothed over your hips as he remained motionless, allowing you to adjust to the entirety of him. “let me know when i can move.”

“move now. please.” your hands clambered at his shoulders.

san laughed, leaning in to steal a kiss after growing overwhelmed with affection. “you sure?”

“yes, yes!”

his hips drew back slow, achingly slow, before sinking back into you in full. he groaned, you cried. it was pure bliss and he was quick to do it again, and then again, and then again until he set a deep, steady rhythm. he was gentle, of course, but his cock was reaching into your depths with such precision you felt like you were losing your grip on reality.

“s’good, san! s’good!” he filled you so good it was maddening. he was hitting spots inside you you didn’t even know existed. he was already memorizing your body so perfectly.

“my perfect baby, so good for me. taking me so good. ah, just like that, baby.” your pussy was turning him into a mess; neither of you were fairing well at the moment. an absolute depiction of undoing. “love you. so much! so, so much.”

you were close, your body shaking and writhing and bouncing with every slap of his hips against you. it was almost effortless for him to hit the perfect spot and now you were spiraling into pleasure with reckless abandon. “mmh, gonna cum!”

“close, baby? hah, me too.” san didn’t dare mess up the rhythm, not when you were so close to falling apart. his dick throbbed with need for release, but he willed himself to wait for you. “gonna cum for me like the good little baby you are?”

“yes!”

a thumb pressed to your clit in tandem with his thrusts and oh. oh. you broke apart so easily for him, crying and trembling under his frame while he confined to fuck into you, making you feel every last earth shattering bit of your orgasm. his name resounded in the air as you came and you held onto him tightly, undoubtedly spurring him on to his own end.

“shit, baby. ‘m gonna cum. where do you want me?”

you sighed out. “in me. please!”

san wasn’t one to deny you of anything; he gave in to your wish and came undone inside your heat, spilling his white cum into your welcoming walls. he offered a few more shallow thrusts until you both were sated, and collapsed onto you in a sweaty heap. his arms circled your waist and his face nuzzled your neck sweetly. “fuck. have i told you i love you?”

your hands were lazily scratching his back as you tried to level your breathing. “maybe once or twice.”

“well, i definitely do. i love you. my perfect baby.”

“i love you, too.”

notes from nat: thanks for the request, anon! sorry it took so long for me to complete it tho :( also,, this is the first time in a while i’ve written soooooo apologies if this is garbage ahshsh

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[occamstfs]

Ramadan Recitations

Here's a Arab/Muslim Cultural TF, figured I may as well throw it up for Eid! May not be for everyone, but may those who enjoy have at it! Happy Eid! -Occam

It’s the end of March and Allen’s roommate has been listening to the Quran out loud for the length of Ramadan. He’s out of town for the weekend and Allen is uncomfortable sitting alone in the silence of their apartment. Now that he hasn’t heard the consistent background melodies of a recitation in a couple days he realizes what delight they brought him. He goes to find the playlist that Mo had been using. Suddenly feeling the golden cross that hangs from his neck everyday he briefly reconsiders before deciding to put on the recitation anyway. Jesus is in the Quran right? It’s not like there’s any harm to appreciating someone else’s culture.

Assuming Mo wouldn’t mind Allen using his speakers he throws on the Tilawa, Mo would be playing it now himself anyway. Allen starts to work as the reciter begins his melodic reading. He almost tunes it out as he starts reading and responding to emails in their shared living room. His body sits at ease as the rhythm of the man’s speaking reverberates through him.

Allen doesn’t speak a word of Arabic, but as he continues to type up droll responses to even duller emails he finds himself paying more attention to the verses than work that he needs to get done. As his distraction rises he tabs away from work and decides to take a break and see what exactly the verses that he’s so fond of are saying. He scans a translation but his eyes glaze over as he remembers Mohammad telling him that to really understand the words of the prophet one must read in his tongue. 

Instead Allen just decides to just close his eyes and listen to the deep melodies of the mother tongue. The patterns and unfamiliar tonality provide him a comfort he doesn’t understand. He listens and the song only grows sweeter to his ears, he lies back against the couch as he begins to hum along uncertainly to the music. Allen harmonizes better by the second as he feels some sense of understanding over the distinctively not western scales, however he doesn’t notice as the chain of his necklace breaks, falling to the floor. He doesn’t hear the cross hit the floor instead remaining focused on his serene enjoyment of the man singing scripture to him.

Continuing to hum along, Allen notices that despite trying to keep a steady note, his tone seems to be getting deeper. He clears his throat and finds it’s not only his humming but his voice entire that has lowered in pitch. He rises from his serene reverie to go and find some medicine worried now that he is coming down with the flu. Standing he also notices that the temperature seems as if it’s rising in the apartment as well. Allen goes to grab some medicine, under his breath saying “inshallah I’m not sick eh?” Mo had been teaching him Arabic for some time now, but he always avoiding using it, Inshallah in particular since so many kids who certainly don’t appreciate Arabic culture are throwing it around. At this moment though Allen says it as if it’s an instinct, as if he has been using the language for some time. 

Walking to a medicine cabinet Allen doesn’t notice as the volume increases on the speakers to still reach his ears. Words continue to steadily flow into his mind, standing in front of the cabinet he finds alongside the still increasing warmth there is a soreness starting to appear through the whole of his body. He groans in his deeper voice, feeling his Adam’s apple rest strangely on his throat as he tries to stretch out his soreness. It’s like he hit the gym this morning, though he certainly has not. He takes deep slow breaths as he bends down to work out the pain in his legs and torso, unaware as his body begins to lengthen in height. He feels the aircon blow up his shirt as his midriff is now exposed, he pulls it down in vain before reaching to grab medicine, accidentally overshooting thanks to his added height.

Allen makes his way back to the living room, dry swallowing his flu medicine before sitting back down to enjoy his repose. This time not only does he have an instinctual understanding of the melody and rhythm, but he finds himself knowing what words are to come next in the verses. Surely he hasn’t heard recitations that much right? He doesn’t even speak the language how could he possibly, nevertheless he starts whispering under his breath the words he feels should be next and finds himself right on the money. His whispering slowly grows in volume as he finds himself beginning to sing along with the tapes, “Bismillah al-Rahman al-Rahim…” he continues on with the verse, singing as if classically trained.

He shoves his hand over his mouth in shock and finds another surprise awaiting him on his face. He is perpetually clean-shaven for work and yet all of a sudden there is stubble growing on his face. Allen rushes to the restroom to inspect his face and finally finds something impossible happening to him. He sees the roots of his hair growing darker, pushing thicker out from his head. Not only has he suddenly grown stubble but the scruff on his face is rapidly approaching a full beard. As he clutches at his hair and beard in inspection he finds that the changes are not isolated to his face.

He sees his arms stretch further from his shirt than they did this morning and feels the awkward gaps on his waist and ankles, and feels the air blow against the dark hairs beginning to spread up his stomach and legs. He sees hair thicker than his pubes begin to grow on his wrists spreading indeterminably up his arms. The reciter’s voice grows stronger as Allen inspects himself, his eyes racing from one part of his body to another seeking any sign of normality. He feels an itch in his pits and on his chest as the song rises in pitch and volume. There is a drive in his chest to continue singing along but as he makes eye-contact with himself in the mirror, seeing the blue eyes he’s always loved swiftly staining themselves the color of coffee before darkening even further he knows that there can be no explanation for this other than that man’s voice.

He clenches his jaw to keep himself quiet as he races through the living room to shut off the speakers. His longer legs trip over themselves as each frantic breath he takes begins to expand his chest. Beyond the physical changes to his body he feels a change begin to take root in his mind. Allin feels he must be big, he must be strong. It is as Allah wills it. He stumbles in front of the speakers as he finds himself torn on what to do. He sees his arms darken under the still growing forest of hair on his arms, his biceps tearing his sleeves as they tan. Growing chest hair tickling his shirt he feels muscle surge from his chest as he raises his hand to yank the speakers from the wall. 

The voice of the man singing grows to a din as it is joined by a chorus of other voices within Alin’s head. Thousands of recitations, of songs, the Quran and countless Hadith surge into his mind in a horrible cacophony. He yanks the power cord from the wall and the dissonant symphony within his mind vacates. And Alin is once more left alone with himself, his ears ringing and his vision blotchy. Slowly recovering and laying on the floor he begins to hear himself groan through the tinnitus. Even his moaning sounds changed as the man begins to lose his English vocabulary to learn the only tongue that shall truly matter to him now, that of the sacred book.

He whines to himself switching between eloquent Arabic vulgarities and English more accented by the second, he sees a cross necklace next to him, calling out quite loudly, “Madha? What is this?” Must be a prank from Mo, ach he needs to work on his material eh. Sitting alone in the living room Alin tries to think of what to do to distract himself, both from the silence surrounding him and from the flood of information storming in his head. Suddenly everything becomes simpler when he decides to just do what he always does, turning to the East Alin sees Mo’s prayer rug, always lying out for convenience’s sake. Alin grimaces and briefly considers phoning Mo for his lack of dedication, but upon seeing the skintight outfit he is wearing to pray he reconsiders. He should focus on correcting himself before fretting over even his friend.

Alin closes his eyes once more, languishing in the quiet for one moment before he begins his own, his deep voice ringing out as he sings verse in praise, “Ah, Allahu Akbar.” His chest growing to hold more breath and his pecs begin to surge large enough to honor Allah with his body. He hugs his stomach as he continues “Subhanakal-lahumma wabihamdika-” He feels his biceps pull against his massive chest and almost smirks as he thinks about them, he feels an urge, a desire to flex the them before clicking his tongue at himself to stay on task.

“Subhanna rabbeeyal adheem-” he bends down, feeling his thighs and ass push out behind him, ripping large tears into his pants At the same time Alin sees the bulge in his pants grow larger, popping his zipper and escaping from his pants. He sharply inhales as he feels everything is suddenly more intense. He feels his body grow beyond the limits of his clothes. He feels his already larger cock begin to grow erect and Alin, continues to sing “Rabbana walakal hamd-”

Finally he prepares to do his favorite part of Rakats, he gets to his knees before fully prostrating himself. Continuing the prayer as he feels his beard grow heavier on his face. His forehead touches the floor and he smiles, feeling a warm itch in his crotch as his briefs strain to contain him, pubes spilling out every way, “Subhanna rabbeeyal ‘alaa”

He rises back to seating, the motion creating an intense pang of pleasure throughout his body as he struggles to maintain control of his senses. He ekes out, “Rabbigh-fir lee…” becores cumming in his briefs. He finishes the Rakat in his solid pants before promptly leaving to regain his dignity and change into actual prayer appropriate attire, changing into a thobe and doing two Rak’a ending with a Tashahhud as one is to do.

Ali smiles as he sits in reflection having finally quieted the chaos within his mind. He feels his strong body hidden under the thobe and comforted in his time spent worshiping. His final thoughts before he decides to do another round of Rak’a is a conviction to thank Mo for sending him that playlist of Quranic Recitations. He does not know who he would be without it. Inshallah he shall get the chance to bring his light to others. He rubs his hands down his powerful body as he stands. Wallah, they don't know what they’re missing.

[redr0sewrites]

Striker x Reader General Hcs

guysguysguys plsssss hes soooo- cowboys r a guilty pleasure of mine

🥀Cw: fluff, smut, switch!striker, riding + face riding, oral, somno

🥀minors dni with the nsfw portion

sfw:

striker never expected to have a real, long term partner, especially with his line of work

sure he's had hookups and flings over the years, but you really threw him off his feet

there was something about you that really dazzled striker, and he knew that you were the one

he dates to marry, and that is truly reflected in how he treats you

striker is a gentleman when he's courting you, he'll do the basics like holding the door for you and giving you gifts, but he somehow always finds a way to take it a step further.

you're both walking down the street and you have to step over a puddle? no need to worry, striker will scoop you up and carry you right over. you ran out of your favorite food while you're craving it? don't fret, striker will run to the store and grab it for you without a second thought

this is all before you both are even together! hes truly a sweetheart towards you, and it shocks everyone how you've managed to tame the wild assassin

striker definitely has a lot of nicknames for you, all circulating around his western class

poppet, sugar, darlin', doll, sugar, and lil' lady (if ur fem) are all ones you'll definitely hear

when talking about you to others, he'll call you "the apple of his eye" or other sappy things like that

he knows how dangerous his job is, and being associated with him can put you in danger. because of that, hes a little reluctant to court you, so he may give slightly mixed signals at first when hes feeling anxious about your safety

it wont take long for him to decide what he wants, but striker definitely wants to make sure you know how to defend yourself

even before you're together he offers you self defense lessons, and is always trying to keep an eye out for you to make sure you're safe

hes protective, but he also trusts you a lot and won't try to interfere with your life or anything, he just wants to make sure you're okay

underneath his tough persona, striker definitely has a soft, domestic vibe. as previously stated, he's the type to want to get married, and even if you don't, he still wants to have a good bond with you

hes a really great person to live with, he def is the type to cook and clean for you and overall carries his weight around the house

he sees it as a respect thing more than anything, and wants you to know how devoted he is to you and that he doesn't expect you to take care of him

he never forces you to do anything though, you can't tell me that he wouldn't absolutely despise people who force their spouses to cook and clean for them. he thinks relationships should be equal, and that you both should share the weight of household responsibilities

i dont think striker is the type to expect much from his partner if that makes sense? he would never want to put pressure on you to be with him or to carry any burdens. he knows how dangerous his job is, and will occasionally ask you if you're still comfortable with him and everything he does

everytime you say yes, he gets this wide eyed grin and ruffles your hair. a part of him is always afraid of pushing you away, its not easy to date a literal assassin, but the fact that you love him and that you want to be with him amazes striker every time

hes def an acts of service guy through and through, striker's actions always speak louder than anything

because his job is so busy, he sometimes works super late or has to get up ridiculously early. striker often feels pretty bad about his crazy working hours, and always dotes on you if you stay up late waiting for him and kisses you on the cheek everytime he has to leave

HE LIKES TO PLAY MUSIC FOR YOU ON HIS GUITAR AND HE'LL SING SONGS FOR YOU

striker also really enjoys dancing with you, and you two r definitely the type to slow dance in the kitchen sorry i don't make the rules

you're one of the few people he lets touch his cowboy hat, and also the only person who has ever ridden Bombshell besides him <3

he keeps a photo of you in his wallet/jacket and looks at it after rough missions

nsfw

yk the phrase "wear the cowboy hat, ride the cowboy"? or "save a horse, ride a cowboy?" yea those both were made for him btw

the cowboy hat stays on during sex, but not on him /hj

seriously tho, he loves the sight of you wearing nothing but his hat, and its one of the quickest ways to rile him up

striker LOVES and i mean LOVESSS when you ride him

theres something so exhilarating about seeing you on top, and after a long, stressful mission, there's something so pleasing about just letting you take the reins and ride him senseless

his fav positions are cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, face sitting, missionary, mating press, pretty much anything where he can see your face

striker is big on eye contact, whether hes top or bottom he loves the intimacy of eye contact

he memorizes everything about your body, what makes you tick, where to touch you that will make you moan loudest, your most sensitive spots, he has pleasuring you down to an art

def into bondage and shibari, whether its you tying him up or him tying you up, he loves it

striker likes the intricacies of shibari, but will always check that the ropes aren't too tight (unless you want it that way... in that case he'll indulge you ;)

he is soooo talkative, he loves praising you and degrading you and he talks you through every orgasm

when hes dom, striker is more of a groaner, he'll let out these throaty, deep rumbles and groans while whispering about how fucking good you make him feel in the deepest, most delicious voice ever

when hes in a more submissive mood i think hes a little quieter, he'll let out some breathy pants and moans but won't be super vocal

hes into (consensual) contact play and doesn't mind being pushed around. i also think he'd have a gun kink and would face fuck you with a gun (never loaded tho, you're far too precious to risk hurting)

ORAL FIXATION.

striker loves giving, like hes def a giver 100% and loves it when you ride his face

he wants you to SIT on his face, in his opinion his face is your throne and it doesn't matter how big you are, strikers a strong guy and will take all of your weight without a second thought

hes a gentleman, he makes you cum at least twice during foreplay before he even actually fucks you

striker is into somno, you both have def had convos about him fucking you in your sleep before

he comes home so late for work sometimes, and the sight of you sleeping on the couch, waiting just for him is so adorable

he likes teasing you and hearing you're unfiltered gasps and moans, the way your body responds to his simple touches without even being awake turns him on a lot

striker also loves it when you moan his name in your sleep, he has a secret possessive side and the fact that you're thinking about him even in your dreams is just so hot to him

sometimes though it'll be the other way around, he'll collapse into bed after a long mission, passing out in mere seconds. meanwhile, you creep into bed with him and give him a handjob, watching as he moans and whispers your name like a prayer. he'll hump into your hand, and sometimes he'll cum so hard he'll wake himself up

when you ask him what he was dreaming about he'll chuckle, but the blush on his cheeks gives him away

when hes sub, striker is like the male version of a pillow prince sometimes. he just wants to lay back and be pampered, theres a part of him that just wants to be loved and taken care of

....mommy/daddy/master kink... what? u hear sum?? i will write ab this...

hes a bit into semi-public sex, but wouldn't ever let anyone actually catch you both. you're body is for his eyes and his eyes alone

striker takes his time undressing you and kissing every inch of your body before the foreplay even starts, and sometimes his tail will rattle a little as he does so. hes just so enamored with you, he can't help it

guysgys GUYSSYYSYSYSYSY RUGERHEHEHSSBSSHSH I FUCKING LOVE STRIKER SM HES MY FAVVV!!!! ALSO HELLUVA BOSS IS OPEN FOR REQS !!

im not gonna make a separate masterlist for helluva boss im just gonna add this to my hazbin masterlist ahshsh

[confessionbrain-writings]

Cheeky - Benny Cross

Summary: You and Benny go upstairs and being sneaky, much to your stepfathers dismay. And when he insults Benny, you give him a sticky surprise.

Pairing: Benny Cross x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, smutty content, blowjob, being nasty

A/N: I don't have a lot to say besides that this came to my mind and I couldn't let it go. Is it a bit twisted and dirty? Maybe. Do I apologize? Nope. English isn’t my mother tongue so apologies for typos or mistakes. I do hope you enjoy! 🧡 Masterlist

Word count: approx 1,6k

“Ah mum, actually, I really want Benny to hear my new vinyl before we have to go. Do you mind if we listen to just one side and then come back down?” you sweetly asked, tilting your head.

You knew damn well that move had been your mom’s weakness since birth—it got you almost everything, always making her heart melt and give in without protest.

Vernon, your stepfather, opened his mouth, probably to object, but your mom was faster with her response.

“Of course, honey,” she replied swiftly, eyeing Benny and gave him a smile. With just one foot over the threshold, this man had your mom wrapped around his finger already, and had won her over in an instant. The apple didn’t fall far from the tree, since you fell for Benny twice as fast.

As you went upstairs, you ignored the weary look Vernon shot you, and tugged Benny along on his sleeve.

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Vernon came into your life when you were fifteen. From the beginning, he had a stick up his ass and was always very strict, living his life by the book and made-up rules. Rules you loved to break by doing the exact opposite.

You really did your best to like him, especially because he made your mom happy. But boy, did that man challenge you. Luckily, your mom was on your side most of the time, like tonight, when you asked if Benny could come over and meet them. Vernon wasn't thrilled that you were dating a, quote, 'lowlife and gangster' from a motorcycle club, but your mom was just happy that you were happy.

—

Halfway up the stairs you heard how Vernon protested. Telling your mom how he didn’t trust Benny and disliked the fact that you two were going upstairs, alone, doing God knows what. Thankfully, your mom wasn’t so strict and you snickered silently, hearing her say she’d rather let you go so that you wouldn’t lie and do it behind her back. Besides, you were just going to listen to some music, right? Right.

With a soft thud you closed the door and turned on the vinyl as loud as possible, making sure they could hear it downstairs.

You bit your lip as you turned around, watching Benny who leaned back against the door, fingers hooked through the loops of his jeans and eyeing you with a silent question in his eyes.

“What’s goin’ on in that pretty head ‘f’yours? Mmm?” He asked softly, knowing you too well.

You fluttered your lashes at him as you oh-so-slowly closed the distance between you, taking a step to the beat of the music. Benny’s chest rose and fell quicker, anticipating your action, knowing you were up to something.

“What if I showed you?” You countered and placed your palms on his chest.

“Y’sure y’wanna do this ‘ere? He murmered. “Pretty sure y’stepdad wouldn’t approve.”

Slowly you sank to your knees, hands traveling down and ending at the fly of his jeans, his bulge started to strain beneath your palms.

“I really don’t care what that man thinks, he doesn’t have a say over me.” You replied and unbuckled his belt, but halted your movement and looked up at him with your big innocent doe eyes. “Unless you care for his approval and want me to stop?”

“No!” He blurted. “No, I only care 'bout you, baby.”

A knowing smile spread across your face. You may be on your knees, but it was he who was under your mercy.

“That’s what I thought.”

Without waisting another second you had opened his fly and tugged his jeans down so it pooled around his ankles.

“Ah fuck, baby.” Benny exhaled, watching how you released his hard cock. Immediately flicking your tongue over the tip. A curse and shudder of pleasure ran through his body, the sight of it making your tummy tingle.

Another soft moan escaped him as you licked down his length and took him in your mouth and sucked. Benny’s head leaned back against the door, eyes closed, reveling in how amazing you sucked him off. His hand snaked through your hair, guiding your bobbing head up and down.

You placed your hands onto his hips to steady yourself as you let him fuck your face. His hips thrusted faster and spit started to drip down you chin, but you couldn't care less.

The feeling and thought of giving Benny pleasure, made your heart swell and sent endorphins pumping through your veins. His moans started to get louder, accompanied by the squelching sound of your saliva as he moved in and out your delicate mouth.

You looked up, tapping his thigh and he pulled back, a string of spit still connected to his cock and your lips, as his lust-blown eyes checked in on you, asking the silent question if you were okay.

"Tell me when you're gonna come," you started. "And don't mess up my hair."

That earned you a chuckle from him. Benny bit his lip as you continued, wrapping your hand around his cock, moving up and down, in sync with your mouth.

His brows furrowed, mouth slightly agape, allowing his pants to escape. Benny looked at you like you were an angel sent from above, making him experience the best pleasure he ever had.

He cradled your face. "Baby," he groaned, "I— I'm gonna—" Normally you would let him come down your throat, but tonight you had a different idea. You covered his hands with yours and - to Benny's surprise - pulled back.

Quickly you wrapped one hand around him, sticking out your tongue and aiming at your face. His eyes widened and before he could do anything about it, he came. Shooting his warm seed all over your tongue, lips and even a bit on your cheek.

"Jesus, baby!" he exclaimed and could only stare at you. You never had done that before and even though he was shocked you let him come all over your face, he also thought it was hot as hell. The fact that your mother and stepfather were just one level below, made it even more exhilarating.

You could only smile at him as you licked your lips. Wiping the rest of his seed with your finger and sucking it off with a pop.

It was like Benny was in a trance. He eyed you like a blind man seeing for the first time, and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

"You okay, handsome?" you asked and got up from your knees. He shook his head in disbelieve, a lazy smile spreading across your face, which he mirrored.

"'M more than okay lil' minx," the smile he gave you made your stomach flip. "Did I already tell y'that I fuckin' love you?" he added hoarsely and all of the sudden you were shy, making you look down at your feet.

Benny lifted your chin so he could catch your gaze and opened his mouth, but before he could speak, he was interrupted by the rumbling of an engine, followed by your mom calling from downstairs.

"Honey! Benny! Your friend is here! Are you coming?"

A brief silence between you followed as you both tried to stifle your laughter at the choice of words. “Yeah, we’re coming!” You exclaimed, which made Benny shake his head at you.

"Time to go." You whispered and Benny tucked himself back into his pants as you turned off your record player. Checking yourself in the mirror, fixing the out-of-place hairs and wiping the last bit of Benny's release from your cheek with your thumb, sucking it clean after.

Through the mirror you caught Benny's gaze, eyeing you like a predator hunting its prey, ready to devour you and making a silence promise that this wasn't over yet.

You quickly made your way downstairs, seeing your mom and Vernon already standing at the door. Mom wore her usual beaming smile while Vernon's face adorned a scowl. Outside, on his motorcycle, stood Johnny with Betty sitting behind him.

“I’m sorry we didn’t have time for tea, m’am.” Benny apologized.

"That's alright, dear. We'll have tea next time, and bring your friends as well. Now you go and enjoy yourselves."

She kissed Benny's cheek and gave you a hug. Both of you turned towards Vernon, Benny giving him a firm handshake and nod of the head.

"Sir."

Vernon narrowed his eyes and only tilted his head. Okay, rude. Then, an idea struck you—completely wrong, but you couldn’t just let Vernon get away with that. Normally, you wouldn't even consider doing this, but you couldn’t resist.

"Bye, Vernon," you said sweetly, leaning in. With a mischievous grin, you pressed your cheek—still a bit moist from Benny's cum —against his, making a loud kissing sound.

For a second Vernon stiffened, his expression a mix of confusion and surprise as he pulled back. Your mom, still oblivious, smiled warmly at the exchange. But boy, if she only knew...

Benny's Adam's apple bobbed and he bit his lip, trying to hold in the smirk tugging at him. He gave you a knowing look and without him even saying it, you knew what he was thinking. What a dirty, nasty girl you were. But you were his, and that's all that mattered.

"Drive safe!" your mom called out as Benny grabbed your hand and guided you towards his bike. You quickly greeted Johnny and Betty before taking place behind Benny.

You couldn't help but grin as you wrapped your arms around Benny's waist, the metal beast beneath you roaring to life. As you started to follow Johnny, you saw Vernon raise a hand to touch his cheek. His brow furrowed as he registered the faint stickiness you left behind.

Benny noticed his movements too and quickly took off, and just at the end of the street you both broke into laughter.

"I can't believe you just did that." Benny called over his shoulder and you squeezed his waist.

"I'm only getting started."

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part 2 to this ask - rafexreader fight.

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it's been two weeks since you last saw or talked to rafe, and he was losing it.  

normally, you two were practically inseparable, spending every moment together, a routine rafe had grown accustomed to. 

his attempts to reach you were relentless.  

he spammed your phone with calls and texts, even emails. he not only contacted you, but all your friends. he even showed up at your house a couple times, your parents insisting on the instructions you gave them: you didn't want to see him. 

rafe even visited places you frequented, hoping for an encounter. today, luck was on his side. he spotted you sorting through the apples in your little pink gym shorts, and tapped your shoulder, careful not to startle you as you focused on the music coming out of your headphones. 

you looked up at him, rolled your eyes and pressed pause on the spotify app "leave me alone, rafe" you asserted. 

but as then you looked into his eyes, worn and red, dark bags under them. his hair was messy, and you could tell he hadn't shaved in a couple of days. his plea cut through the air. 

"please, i'm beggin you. let me buy you a coffee or something. i need to talk to you. i need you. i miss you." his words were interrupted by a shaky sigh that left your lips. 

"okay," you said, staring at him expressionlessly. 

"what?" 

"yes, okay, rafe. pick me up at six, and i'll have one cup of coffee with you. that's it." 

a sudden grin lit up his face. "yes! yes, of course. i'll pick you up—" 

"i have to go. see you later," you cut him off, not allowing him to finish. 

the hours leading up to the meeting felt like an eternity for rafe. this coffee date represented his chance to mend things. 

at exactly six, rafe, dressed in a shirt he remembered you liked, stood outside your door. you noticed his effort—neatly combed hair, a hint of cologne. 

you greeted him with a nod, signaling readiness to get it over with. rafe, attempting to conceal his nerves, led you to his car. 

the drive to the cafe was filled with awkward silences. once there, you both ordered drinks, enveloped in the familiar aroma of coffee. rafe took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts. 

"i don't even know where to start," he admitted, eyes focused on his coffee cup. 

you remained silent, waiting for him to continue. rafe took a moment to choose his words carefully, realizing the significance of what he was about to say. 

"look, i messed up, okay? i took you for granted, i realize that. i miss us, and i can't stand being without you," he confessed, his gaze pleading for understanding. 

you listened quietly, sipping your coffee, contemplating whether his words carried genuine remorse or were just another attempt to manipulate your feelings. 

"i've been reflecting on everything, and i want to change. i want to be the person you deserve. please, give me another chance." 

your response was measured. "i want to believe you, rafe, i really do. but how do i know this isn't another one of your little games?" 

he pulled a red velvet box from his pocket, revealing a silver ring with your birthstone right in the center. "i got this for you. i know this doesn’t fix things, but it's a start. i remember you talking about a promise ring or something like that." 

your eyes lit up looking at the ring, you had to admit rafe's good taste remained intact. 

 “it's gorgeous, rafe, but you can't buy me with this, okay?" 

"i know. it's just a little visual aid. i want you for life. i promise to show you i'm committed to this, to you." 

you paused, studying his words. the silence heightened rafe's anxiety. 

"let's just say you're on probation," you finally said. "but i swear, rafe, mess up once, and—" 

before you could finish, strong arms wrapped around you, lifting you off your seat, showering you with kisses. "yes, baby, anything you say," rafe declared, filled with newfound hope. 

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i'd rather be blind || c.sc

pairing: sungcheol x reader, mingyu x reader warnings: angst, not accurate at all to korean high school culture but uh... it's fanfic word count: 1425 summary: Seungcheol would rather go blind than see you with someone else. inspired by the song I'd Rather Go Blind by Etta James.

a/n: this is crossposted on my marvel account (@pepperonijem) bc i'm reading some of my old marvel fics and damn... they were kinda insane

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“Whiskey neat. And make it a double,” Seungcheol sighed as he leaned his elbows on the wooden counter of the open bar.

The sound of Etta James’s voice flooded the background, but the only sounds he could bring himself to focus on was the blood pounding in his ears, and his heart keeping in time with it. The drink slid its way down towards him, and he snapped out of his trance only long enough to catch the drink before it spilled on the suit he rented for the evening. Seungcheol let out another deep sigh before downing the drink in one sip; the familiar burn of the alcohol settled over him and he welcomed the warmth that rose in his throat. 

He asked for another glass, ignoring the bartender’s concerned glance. He closed his eyes and savored the feeling, and let the music and chatter behind him drown the memories he no longer wanted to remember.

The grass was dewy. The sky was blue. The air was crisp. And your laugh was music. 

It was easy to spend hours outside with you. Whether you were playing tag or looking for honeysuckle flowers to snack on, it never really mattered. Not as long as you were there. Today, Seungcheol had implored you to lay on the grass beside him to find shapes among the rolling clouds.

You had indulged him for a while, and he was thankful. While you were rambling on about how clouds were actually extremely heavy, he turned to look at you. You were more radiant than the sun and he couldn’t help but stare. Somewhere among dancing elephants, ballerinas, and coffee pots, Seungcheol could also see an infinite number of days spent in your light. You turned to look at him with a gentle smile and Seungcheol felt himself blush. You chuckled softly before sitting up and pulling your knees to your chest. 

“Cheollie,” you began. “My mom said we’ve gotta stop getting stains on our clothes. She said she won’t let us be friends anymore if she has to replace another pair of grass-stained jeans.” You stood up and offered your hand out to help him up. Although he definitely didn’t need you to help him up, he took the opportunity to imagine what it would be like to have your fingers entwined in his. So he slipped his hand in yours and the two of you stood from where you were seated on the grassy hill that sat behind both of your houses. 

“Yeah, whatever,” Seungcheol rolled his eyes playfully. He knew as well as you did that your mother’s threats were empty. She adored him, and made it evident every time he came over. As soon as you would walk through the door with him in tow, the sweet and almost sickly scent of apple pie wafted through the house to greet the two of you, which he would grin at in response. You swore Seungcheol was your mom’s favorite child, even though he was only your neighbor. But his charm never failed to get him on everyone’s good side. “I gotta go home anyway, I invited the new kid over to my house. He seemed like he needed a friend,” Seungcheol added.

Your face lit up in response. “Mingyu, right?” you questioned as the two of you walked down the hill back to Seungcheol’s house. Mingyu had transferred to your school recently and was in your advanced calculus class and although he sat behind you, you had yet to strike up a conversation with him. He mostly kept to himself, and spent most of the class with his face buried in his work, drawing small doodles in the margins to while away the minutes, and you had no desire to interrupt. “He sits behind me in calculus, which you would know if you would actually show up to class, dork.” you playfully shoved Seungcheol as the two of you reached his front porch.

Seungcheol laughed in response as he twisted the key to unlock the door. “Okay, to be fair, I don’t think I need to know how to factor derivatives to get through life,” he argued. “But anyway, do you wanna stay for a bit? Mingyu should be here soon.”

As if on cue, the doorbell rang, and Seungcheol was quick to open the door to reveal a nervous looking Mingyu. “Hey dude, come on in,” Seungcheol greeted, offering a comforting smile to Mingyu and gesturing into the house. “My friend is here, I hope you don’t mind.” You waved politely at the sound of your name and glanced at Mingyu long enough to notice him smiling sweetly at you, causing a blush to seep into your cheeks. This was the first time you really got to notice the twinkle in Mingyu’s  eyes, without the fluorescent lights of the classroom washing them out.

“Yeah, we have literature together, right?” Mingyu asked, walking over to shake your hand. “Nice to finally meet you. Your hair smells nice,” he blurted out before adding quickly, “at least I’ve noticed from sitting behind you, sorry that’s weird isn’t it?” His eyebrows scrunched together as he smiled apologetically, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck.

“Don’t worry about it,” you chuckled shyly. “Thanks.” You and Mingyu stood in front of each other for a few seconds, lost in each other’s presence, until your bubble was popped by a cough from Seungcheol. You jumped at the sound, and Mingyu smiled at you in amusement, but Seungcheol had an unreadable expression on his face.

“Uh, I’ll go get us some snacks,” Seuncheol cleared his throat, offering a small smile before disappearing into the kitchen. He stopped and stared at the fridge, looking at all of the photos of the two of you that were hung up by the souvenir magnets you’d gotten him on your trip to Japan. Polaroids of the two of you making silly faces on Seungcheol’s 13th birthday, photobooth strips of him kissing your cheek from the mall two weeks ago, and pictures of you both at the homecoming dance last year. All of those were times he wished he told you how he felt, but let the fear of rejection push him down, and he kept them up as a reminder of his feelings. Seungcheol stared at the pictures long enough to see himself be replaced by the new kid making you laugh right then.

Seungcheol’s trip down memory lane was interrupted by the painful screech of microphone feedback and he turned his head to the stage in time to see the happy couple waving right at him. He waved back and the couple shared a loving look and a quick kiss before you cleared your throat. “We just wanted to say some quick “thank you”s and then we’ll get back to the dancing, sound good?” The crowd cheered in response and she chuckled before continuing. “Well first, thank you mom, for being there for me for all of this. It was definitely stressful, but you are my rock, and you keep me sane. Thank you for showing me what love is and how to share it with others, because without it, I wouldn’t be up here now. And last, but certainly not least, thank you for the apple pie. It was delicious.” 

The crowd laughed in agreement, and Seungcheol took another sip of his whiskey. He looked over to the dessert table to see a few small tins of apple pie still left uneaten and was immediately hit with the sharp pang of wistful nostalgia, not in the least bit dulled by the alcohol. The couple continued to list off names, but he tuned their voices out. Until he heard his name.

“And finally, thank you, Seungcheol. You are really the root of all of this, and I don’t know how I can ever thank you enough for being my best friend, and introducing me to my soulmate. I wouldn’t have ever gathered the courage to speak to the love of my life without you, and for that you deserve the biggest thanks.” Seungcheol plastered a sympathetic smile on his face as he met Mingyu’s eyes. “I love you, man.”

Seungcheol raised his glass in a toast while his dark eyes flickered between the two of you. He saw you look up at your now-husband with adoration in your eyes. He saw the sincerity and gratitude in Mingyu’s. He saw the solitude in your interlocked fingers. Then he decided he’d rather go blind.

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[hanbinics]

bloom — m.s.

pairing ⟶ matthew sturniolo x !femreader

genre ⟶ angst, pining, unrequited feelings.

word count ⟶ 3.8k

Matt can practically feel the vibrations of the music pulsing through his veins, his temples. It's like he's inside whatever stereo is blasting a few doors down, the noise obnoxious despite him being in the usual serenity of his small apartment. Oftentimes he regrets choosing this area as his home for the next four years while he finishes school, but the close proximity to his classes and the rent were both something he couldn't rationally pass up on—not as a struggling college student anyway.

Tuning himself out to the rest of the world is kind of a talent of his anyway, making it easy for him to focus his gaze back on the text of the book he holds in his large hands, immersing himself yet again in a different world that only fiction can offer. One long index finger is creasing the corner of the page, ready to move onto the next, when a few small, quick raps at his door once again brings him back to reality.

He hesitates in getting up from the couch at first, but not for long. Only a second or two must pass before he's standing, crossing the living room in two long strides and reaching out for the handle.

Somehow, before opening the door, he knows it's you. He thinks it's probably because not many other people come to visit him; he doesn't have many people to call a friend outside of Chris and Nick. Still, though, he seems to get this feeling every time it's you. It's like he can feel when you're around, like your presence affects his being, and he can only hope it doesn't show the way his brothers always tease him for.

Even though the brunette knows it's you on the other side, he still isn't expecting the sight that greets him upon opening the door. Pretty eyes that have easily become his favorite color are shiny with unshed tears threatening to spill over the brim, long lashes wet and sticking together in some places. The apples of your cheeks match the color of the tip of your nose, both a bright pink from the bite of the unforgiving winter. You've always been shorter than him in terms of size, but everything about you feels so small in the moment as he takes in the way you wrap your arms around yourself almost as if you're attempting to hold everything together that way.

"I'm sorry," are the first words that come out of your mouth, breathy and broken, with more tears following afterward.

He doesn't know why you apologize, hates that you're made to feel like you have to. He says nothing in response, but he wears that look he always does when this happens—lips pursed, blue eyes soft at the corners and sympathetic.

Matt opens the door a bit wider for you—a silent invitation for you to come inside—and you do. You always do. There's a pattern in the way you make your way toward his well-loved sofa, a routine as he watches you take the small blanket off the back and wrap it around your shoulders instead. His apartment is warmer than it is outside, but he thinks it's more for comfort than anything.

As he makes his way to the kitchen and grabs two mugs from his cupboard, he's all too aware of the small sniffles coming from the living room. It's not exactly comforting to listen to you cry as he warms up tea on the stove, but he can't say he's not used to this exact scenario. It's been happening for so long that while he hates it every single time, it's almost become something to rely on. He would never turn you away—can't turn you away. As many times as someone breaks you, he can't imagine not putting you back together again.

"Ethan texted about an hour ago," you finally say once Matt joins you on the sofa, one mug being placed carefully into your hands. "Classes and football are just too much for him right now. He thinks a break would be good for us."

He doesn't miss the way your voice cracks at the end, light eyes catching the way the tips of your fingers begin to turn white from clutching your mug too tight. He wants to reach out and uncurl them, soothe gently over the skin, but he doesn't. His own fingers just flex gently against ceramic as he takes in the reason for your chaotic arrival tonight.

Truthfully, he isn't surprised in the slightest. A few weeks prior, he can remember you worrying to him about a girl Ethan had been seen with at a party you weren't able to go to. You'd decided to stay behind to study for midterm finals with Matt instead. How ironic that he's breaking up with you now.

While he voices none of this, Matt can't help but think about how many times the two of you have gone through this. He's opened up his door for you more times than he can count, sitting on this same sofa with some sort of comforting placeholder to occupy the time and your feelings. He can't fathom why you put up with any of it.

"Who are the roses for?"

Your voice breaks him from his thoughts, noticing your now less watery eyes focused on the flowers resting on the kitchen table. He breaks his gaze from the little knit of your brows and shifts to the flowers instead, shaking his head slightly.

"Nobody," he answers, only slightly embarrassed. "Just using them for an arrangement."

He doesn't know why the tips of his ears feel warm. You know about the way he spends his free time, have seen the results of his hobby several times and liked them. Still, it's something he doesn't share often besides with you. You seem to be the exception to a lot of things for him.

"I thought lilacs were your favorite," you insist, brow creasing as the corners of his lips turn upwards simply because you remember.

"They're not in season."

For the first time all night, Matt is graced with the sight of your smile. It's not big and it doesn't quite reach your eyes the way he wishes it would, but it's something. It's enough as your head ends up on his shoulder, and you lose yourself in one of your favorite movies that he puts on. It means nothing more than what it is: him being a source of comfort for you.

Still, his heart is full.

Ethan is the longest that he's seen you take to recover. He's used to you giving second chances, trying to make it work again and again until you've so much more time on something that he knew was doomed from the beginning simply because they don't deserve you. They usually never do.

Taking time for yourself is a relief for the triplet. It's like he can breathe easier seeing you heal in ways that he thinks you've never allowed yourself to. He's well aware of the selfishness he harbors for relishing in the more time you find to spend with him now that you're out of a relationship, but he allows himself this just this once. He can't remember the last time he's had you all to himself in this way.

The thing is, there's always been someone else. You're stunning in a way that everyone can see when they look at you, but even more so because of what's inside, and Matt doesn't think a lot of the guys you've chosen have appreciated that the way he does and always has. And because your heart has always been occupied, he doesn't think he's ever had a real chance to show you so.

Maybe this time is different.

It's like he can feel it as he enters the familiar café sitting right in the middle of campus—hope. It buzzes gently in every corner of his body but never quite allows itself to pour into the rest of himself, to fill his entire body with it. He's gotten the jokes his whole life—"miserable Matt," "moody Matt." It's hard to explain that he's just careful, especially when it comes to how he feels.

The café is one of your favorite spots on campus. He's spent too many late nights here with you when he should have been studying or getting a good night's rest for classes the following morning. He can't explain why all that has paled in comparison to you spending your time with him—you needing him.

A smile sits on your pretty mouth when he spots you at a table near the back corner of the room. You're happy to see him and that makes something pleasant bloom inside of himself, filling his chest in a way that makes him let out a soft breath with the emotion having nowhere else to go.

“You’re smiley today. Presentation went okay?” he asks, remembering the way you’d been so anxious about your psychology class and its biggest project of the semester.

You look slightly surprised that he remembers, but you shouldn’t. He remembers all of it. If it’s important to you, it’s important to him.

“Yeah,” you finally breathe out, the smile only widening on your face. “It went great, actually. I got an A.”

Matt shakes his head, chuckling softly. "Don't give yourself enough credit," he reminds you, liking the way the apples of your cheeks flush the softest shade of pink. Whether it’s embarrassment or flattery, he isn’t sure, but he wishes he could keep the image forever.

He thinks he’s always been good at reading you. Spending so much time together has given him the opportunity to appreciate everything about you, big and small. So why he doesn’t catch the way your teeth worry at your lower lip from time to time or the way your foot nudges against his here and there from the nervous shake of your knee, he isn’t sure. In hindsight, he wishes he had noticed. Maybe it would have prepared him a little more.

“Matty,” you say, the nickname falling from your mouth so easily as your eyes follow his fingers currently occupied with retrieving another fry from his plate. “I’ve been seeing someone.”

Frozen is how he feels. It’s like ice creeping through his chest, winding around his heart and through the rest of his body until blocks of it are just weighing him down. He thinks he didn’t hear you right, but he knows he has. You always have his full attention.

From the way you’re looking at him, he knows he’s taking too long to respond. Your bright eyes are dimming a little bit the longer you wait for his reaction, worry creasing your brow as he finally swallows the bite he’d been chewing. More than anything, he hates to see you upset, and so he flicks the switch.

“You have,” he echoes, unsure of what else to say—unable to say what he really feels.

“What's his name?”

Showing interest allows him to visibly see your body relax. Your shoulders release a tension you’ve been holding since delivering the news, maybe before this even, and Matt only feels the slightest bit better knowing that he’s a source of comfort to you still.

And so he listens to you. He listens to you explain that you’ve been seeing him for a while now, but casually, and in a way that you think is healthy so as not to get your heart broken. You’ve been taking things slow, and it’s been for the better as you think this time and this guy are different.

Matt has never said it out loud, but your relationships have always quietly reminded him of his favorite flower: lilacs. They’re beautiful in the beginning, and yet they have one of the shortest bloom times. He thinks you’re beautiful, thinks you deserve someone who only nourishes you in your bloom and after. He feels sympathetic in knowing that this guy, whoever he is, will only yet again disappear after your bloom, but he doesn’t say so. Instead, he’ll support you. He’ll stay on the side lines and he’ll be there to nourish you again, to give you the care you need. But for now, he just smiles, and listens.

Anything to make you happy.

Both of you are busy.

It’s what he tells himself every time he dares to think about the lack of time you’ve spent together in the last few months. You stay in touch, texting and Facetime proving to be extremely useful, but it doesn’t make up for seeing you in person. He wants to be in the same room as you, wants to feel your presence and the warmth of your smile and your eyes whenever you laugh. He tells himself conflicting schedules are at play.

And when you do make time for him, all his anger dissipates. He can’t find it in himself to be upset with the loss of time together because you’re making an effort and really that’s all he wants. At the end of the day, you’re still his friend above all.

Christmas lights are a tradition. He’s been worrying about it this year, thinking maybe you’ve got too much going on to tag along in seeing them with him. But you don’t disappoint and Matt is thrilled even if he does his best to hide it as you walk along the lit-up path winding through the public park.

“God, it’s beautiful,” you breathe out, hands shoved deep into the pockets of your coat as you take in the decorations surrounding the two of you.

“Yeah, it is.” His eyes are glued to you, but he nods, looking away when you meet his gaze with a small smile and a confused gleam to your eye.

There are other people walking through the park, but mostly everyone keeps their distance. Small groups of friends admire the scenery, couples with fingers threaded together staying close and relishing in the other’s warmth. None of them are close enough that Matt feels like he can’t speak freely for which he’s grateful. This is his time with you.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, you turn to the taller boy with a little laugh.

“I was almost afraid I wasn’t going to get to see the lights this year. Noah wasn’t able to take me,” you admit, and as much as it sends a pang through his chest, he's elated at your next words. “But I knew you would go with me. It’s our thing anyway,” you point out.

Our thing. The words echo in his head as the corners of his lips turn upward. It’s simple but it implies that he is reliable, someone that you can always count on. He is a constant for you and he wonders if you truly realize what that could mean for you.

“I wouldn’t miss this,” Matt says then with a shake of his head, shooting you a small smile while he flexes his gloved fingers in an attempt to keep warmth flowing through them.

“Even when we’re old?” Your tone is teasing, and it makes him laugh despite him being serious. “You’re going to push my wheelchair out here?” You join in on his laughter, the sound dancing in his ears despite his beanie partially covering them.

“Count on it.” He’s serious, still smiling up until your next words.

“Noah and I joked about bringing our kids here one day,” you laugh, shaking your head while the two of you stroll through the park. “I doubt we’ll even still be around here, but it’s nice to think about.”

Matt's brows knit together. “Kids?” he echoes incredulously. “Don't think that's gettin' a little ahead of yourself?” he breathes out a chuckle, but it’s shaky and something feels like it’s wrapped around his throat as he takes in the expression on your face, the two of you walking even slower somehow.

For a moment, everything around him seems very still. He can sense that something has shifted and as his blue eyes meet yours, it feels like your words are instead your pretty little fingers wrapping around his neck—choking him.

“Matt,” you say slowly, seriously, “Noah and I are getting serious. We’ve talked about our futures a lot and it’s... nice.”  

You can’t be serious.

“I know it’s different and I didn’t think it would ever turn into this either,”

Don’t say it.

“But I love him.”

Matt has always known the weight that words can hold to anyone. But when those four leave your mouth, he doesn’t expect the way his world shatters around him like cheap glass. It’s suffocating to listen to you, to take in the warmth in your eyes when you talk about him. He knows that warmth all too well because it’s the same that he feels when he’s with you, when he thinks about you, when you need him.

Seeing you experience that warmth for someone else is cruel.

Despite being lost in his own head, he can hear you saying his name. Concern is written all over your face, confusion gleaming in your eyes, and yet he can’t help the way he chokes out his next words.

"You're jokin', right?"

For a second, you don't know what to say. You're completely taken aback and it shows on your face as you tilt your head to one side in confusion, brows knit together. Your plush pink lips are parted, but nothing comes out in response, and Matt can feel this panic rising in his chest.

He squints down at you, his tone growing accusatory. "What about me?" he asks, his voice going up an octave.

Despite your initial shock, his question seems to snap you out of your daze. "What about you, Matt?"

You don't mean for it to send a pang through his chest, but it does, and while Matt is usually pretty good at disguising how he really feels, the blow of your words shows all over his face.

It's only then that the puzzle pieces seem to fall into place for both of you. At the same time that realization is dawning on you, Matt's face is crumpling with the same yet entirely different realization somehow. For him, it'd always been you. It had never crossed your mind that it could be him.

For a moment, it feels like time stops, the both of you learning something at the same time that changes everything about the relationship you've fostered all this time.

"Oh Matt.." His name comes out in a soft breath, and Matt can't stand the sympathetic look on your face.

He shakes his head, a pained expression on his face. "Don't do that," he says immediately, a muscle in his jaw flexing. "Don't pretend you didn't know."

He knows what you're going to say before you part your soft pink lips, so he continues. "I've loved you for the longest fucking time. I loved you before all those assholes came along, before you had even really experienced life," he breathes, a choked, humorless chuckle following his words.

"Before your parents divorced just before your birthday, before you were rejected from your dream school. Before you changed your major five different times, before you broke down almost every single night until you finally decided what you wanted to do with your life."

His heart is racing and there's a pounding in his ears, but he continues, "Before you went through countless rejections until you landed the internship you wanted. I loved you before all the bad shit and I’ve loved you after. After nobody stayed to see you bloom the way I have, because god, I knew you would," he huffs, feeling a stinging sensation in the corners of his eyes now.

He’s breathing heavy now, and he realizes there are tears brimming in your own eyes. His entire body feels numb from the cold, or maybe the adrenaline, but he’s never felt more relieved in this moment as he parts shaky lips to continue. He’s in dangerous territory now and everything he knows is crashing down around him—it's now or never.

"So please, please don't tell me again about how much you love him."

Matt can’t remember a time where he’s ever felt this nervous in his entire life. He’s thought about this day before, maybe more times than he’d like to admit, but not quite in the way that it’s happening now.

Surrounding him are friends and family. He knows many of them and he finds that he’s grateful they’re here to see this happen. He knows how much it means to you for the people you care about most to be here.

“Hey, you alright? Lookin' like you might throw up or somethin',” Chris whispers from beside him, chuckling softly. He’s always known his brother would be here for this.

He’d been hoping it wouldn’t show on his face, but apparently it has. He’s a nervous wreck and with every passing moment, he finds that, along with everyone else in the room, he’s waiting to see you.

“Yeah, 'm fine,” is what the dark-haired boy whispers back, shooting his triplet a small smile before he’s shifting his gaze back to the doors where you’re entering, the sound of a piano filling his ears.

Apparently he’s spoken too soon because the moment he sees you, he gets choked up. It’s never been a worry in his mind that you wouldn’t look beautiful. You’re wearing your dream dress at the wedding you’ve always wanted, ready to marry the man you love, and Matt couldn’t feel more lucky to be here, to experience this.

His heart is pounding in his chest as his long fingers reach up to fix his tie, more than anything just being something to do with his shaky hands as he watches you walk down the aisle. Your eyes are shining with unshed tears, happy tears, and the sight is nothing short of mesmerizing.

Upon getting closer, you reach out to him. His hand instinctively finds yours and the two of you share a soft squeeze.

And then you pass him.

He's thought about it a million times—if anything would be different had he actually ever told you how he felt, if it would be him waiting for you at the end of the aisle. Maybe he would know the feeling of having his breath taken away while watching his soon-to-be wife entering the room.

But he doesn’t.

He is not your husband and he is not your lover, but he is your constant. He is reliable, and he is your comfort. He is your best friend. And as he watches you pass him with your choice of flowers in hand, he smiles, because it is spring and the lilacs are in full bloom.

©hanbinics

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𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!hostess!reader, public play, frottage, virginity loss ( reader ), suggested size kink ( petite!reader ), dubcon in the end, forced overstimulation, all characters featured are aged 18+

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𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day thirty [ iori suiseki + virginity loss ] // three of three very special fics for very special people!! @meloguro, I love you so much baby!!

Iori was teasing you.

he enjoyed the flustered expression overtake your visage when he’d first pulled you on to his lap, and now he was just having fun with it.

“Someone’s going to s— see—“ you protested in a soft voice at first, when he’d guided your hands to his groin and allowed you to feel the outline of his cock through the fabric.

but he’d laughed, and pulled you closer, so you could hear him over the loud thumping of the music. “This place is too loud, and way too full,” he assured you with a devious grin, “no one will ever know. What am I paying you for, anyways, if not to tend to me like a good, little girl?”

while you could’ve protested that— explained that you’d only applied for and been hired to be a hostess in his club, you had been distracted when he used your delicate and inexperienced hands, pushing them beneath his linens to wrap around his cock and fish it out. you squeaked once it sprang free, and jabbed upwards in the air between the two of you, shyly attempting to avert your gaze. both of your hands flee to your face, fingers covering your eyes as your palms press to your heated cheeks. you’d never seen a naked man in person before, and you weren’t expecting the first time to be your boss. still, as much as you tried to hide your shame, you peeked through the cracks in your fingers to look at it again.

Iori was grinning at your display of embarrassment, but he seemed more than comfortable to be sitting there, knees spread wide with his little hostess perched on his lap, cock hard between their stomachs. “You like what you see, sweetheart?” he teases, before reaching up to grasp one of your wrists again, prying your hand from your face, “Come on, don’t be so shy. I need to feel your soft hands on me. You don’t mind, right?” guiding one hand to his cock, he curls your fingers around his girth, so you can feel just how hard and warm he is. the sensation of your velvety, gentle touch must’ve been a jarring juxtaposition to what his usually is, because Iori lets out a low moan, and tilts his head back against the wall as soon as he feels it. “Attagirl. Feel me…”

your eyes widened. you watched his Adam’s Apple jump with each sound of pleasure he made as you timidly began to explore the length of his cock with your fingers. most of his moans were lost in the music, but you could tell by the twitching in his throat that he was making them. your cheeks were on fire with a blush, and you stare down at his cock, instead, as a way to ensure that you didn’t make eye contact with him while your hand was between his legs.

you were in awe of it all. from the intimidating size to the pinky, flared tip and the vein-etched shaft. down to the well-kept base and trimmed, dark bed of hair. the faint scent of his arousal tickled your nose, and sent a wave of lust over you. you ran your fingers back up, running a soft pad over his slit and his cock jumped in response. Iori tensed, and chuckled thickly, his eyes snapping open to watch you play. “Found my sensitive spots already, did you?” he grinned, before his eyes flickered over your cocktail dress, the way it clings to your body, and one of his hands wraps around the small of your back, urging you closer. “But I don’t just want your hands, little hostess. C’mere…”

“I—I—!” your free hand presses to his chest in a sudden flurry, your eyes wide and uncertain as you look up at him, a bashful expression coating your features. “I’ve never—“ chewing on your lip, you choke out the words. “Done this before. I-I’m sorry.”

for a moment, Iori said nothing, his palm still flat against the small of your back, but there was a playful smile that grew on his features before he asked, amused. “Did you think I didn’t know that already?”

“H-huh?!”

Iori guffaws, pulling your lower half even closer. the skirt of your short dress bunches up around your hips, revealing your fabric cotton panties, and you whimper in response to being so suddenly exposed, now pressing against his chest with both hands instead. “When I first interviewed you, I knew you were too innocent for this place. Too sweet to have done anything like this job before. I knew you had to be a virgin, too, because the way you squirmed when I so much as allowed my gaze to wander…” as if emphasizing his point, Iori’s eyeline travels lower, over your cleavage as your chest heaves with nervous breath, and down to your panties, where his brow quirks deviously. “But, the way you looked at me. That cute, little curious sparkle in your eyes. I knew you wanted to find yourself right here, in this very spot. At my mercy.” his free hand slides just underneath you, the very tips of his fingers teasing your slit through the damp cotton, and you grip his collar tightly, clinging to him as he stimulates you.

he chuckles again, feeling you soak through even further, and looks back to your face, grin brimming with dastardly intent. “I would ask you if I was wrong, but you’re making a mess of your own panties, sweetheart. That’s how badly you want me right now.”

“Don’t look…” you murmur sheepishly, attempting to squeeze your thighs together, but Iori was already hooking his fingers around the fabric and pulling it aside, exposing your slick to the club air. “Iori!”

“Hmm?” he’s teasing you again, you can hear it in his sing-song baritone. “I can’t help it, little hostess. I want to see your cute pussy lips slot around my cock. Go on, rub on it a little bit.”

he had you in the right position for it. with your lower half hovering close to his hard cock as it lay against his stomach, you nibble on your lip, staring down at it for a moment. you weren’t really sure how to give him what he wanted, but you also couldn’t deny that you wanted to feel him, too.

uncertainly, you lowered yourself until your sensitive core pressed flush to his cock. your breath caught in your throat, and you looked up at his face. he was watching the join of your bodies, too, and he grabbed both of your hips with a husky, “Little more…” and began to rock them back and forth. your netherlips did exactly as he said they would, and draped over his girth, as if hugging him close, and as he started to buck forward to meet the rhythm he was moving you in, his swollen tip began to kiss at your sensitive clit. “‘S good, drench me good, sweetheart.” Iori grunts, his thin brows furrowing. you weren’t used to seeing him so concentrated. usually, he seemed playful and happy, but in this moment, as he rubs his cock between your sticky folds, he’s anything but. there’s a faint, red tint to his cheeks, and his tiers are barely parted as he starts to pant, but his eyes are fiery and focused, watching the head batter your poor button. “Fuck, your little pussy is so warm.”

it was embarrassing, but you didn’t want him to stop praising you. it was getting you off, feeling the strength in his hands as he drags you over his cock as if you weighed nothing at all, and the urgent pushing of his hips, as if he were desperately trying to bury himself in your virgin cunt and live there forever. you close your eyes, squirming and clutching at him. each and every time he prods your clit, you swoon and twitch, and leak more arousal on to his cock. “Iori—“ you moan, and try to hold on as your climax approaches, “I-I’m going to…!”

“Not yet, you’re not.” Iori murmurs softly, and stops your movements. when your eyelids fly open again, you stare down at him, flustered at the sudden halt. you had been almost there, you could feel it, but he’d pulled you back from the ledge. he’s looking at your face, grinning breathlessly, and he murmurs. “I want to feel you cum from the inside, baby girl. Do you want that, too?”

you considered protesting. you were nervous, well aware that he would pop your cherry and it would hurt like hell, but you were teetering on the edge of orgasm. and right now, you just wanted to reach that high. so you nod, and bite your lip.

“Mm—Mhm..!”

“Good girl.” Iori purrs, pushing you back just enough to be able to reach a hand between your bodies and grab his cock at the base, guiding it to split your folds instead of simply grinding into them. he teases your entrance for a moment, testing your elasticity and your willingness to stretch for him. “‘S gonna be a tight, tight fit.” he mutters to himself, and a bead of sweat pearls at his temple.

you flinch, feeling his tip trying to force you open, and whine and shut your eyes tightly, but it isn’t long before you feel his lips on yours, and hear his voice, feeling the heat of his breath with every syllable.

“Open your eyes, sweetheart. Look at me when I take you.”

obediently, your eyelids fluttered open, and you’re staring directly into his gaze when you do. he chuckles a bit, pleased, and nods. “There we go. Just like that. I want to watch you fall in love with me.”

there’s an undeniable arrogance in his voice that might’ve been irritating if it hadn’t been true, because when his cock wormed into you, and the sensations exploded throughout your body, it was as if you’d melted on the spot for him. the two of you moan in unison at the feeling of him stretching you open and your walls fluttering madly around the intruder. his grin only widens, seeing your eyes sparkle in adoration and shock the very moment he grasps your hip and pulls you down to sit flush on him, giving you no choice but to take him hilt deep for your first time. though you cried out at the intensity of the pressure in your belly, you only gazed into his eyes, dreamily.

“You like the way that feels, huh?” Iori taunts you, rubbing your hip with his thumb, guiding your body in a slow oscillation whilst he thrusts forward to meet the movements, allowing you to feel every inch throbbing as he moves. shallow, deep, full. shallow, deep, full. you nod, speechless and needy, your legs trembling. “Taking your first cock, riding it?” his breath shudders, rolling his head on his shoulders as he thoroughly enjoys your tightness, “Mm, I know you do. I can feel it in the way you clench around me, baby girl. You’re so damn sensitive. You’re already so close.”

he was right, and you knew that, because your stomach was already tied in knots. you were already squirming and trying to relieve the pressure in your belly by bouncing on him harder, and faster, but that only intensified everything. you were going to cum for the first time, wrapped around your boss’ cock and you could do nothing but ride it out, unraveling and whining his name in hardly coherent babbles. you collapse against his chest, face buried in the fabric of his shirt. it smells of his intoxicating cologne. you struggle to breathe, your sensitivity turned up to one hundred, shaking as you stop your movements, and still on his lap.

“Aw, you poor thing.” Iori croons, shifting you on his lap. every movement coaxed a pleading whimper from your throat, and you tried desperately to keep him from moving you too much. he was still hard and deep inside you, but your spongy walls twitched and spasmed to the point of aching. “Already finished?” when you nod, he leans forward to kiss your temple, “Well, then just hang on. I’m not done with you yet, baby.” as he says this, you feel both of his hands on the small of your back, fingers interlocking to hold you in place as he starts to thrust his hips upward, suddenly plowing into you at a furious, hungry pace that has you crying out and trying to reach for your poor, battered cunt. he was, unfortunately, holding you too tightly. pinning you to him, and he chuckles hoarsely at your struggle, smearing his lips over your cheek and towards your mouth as he growls low and excited, “Mm, you just feel too good, little hostess. Fuck, I’m not going to stop until I’m completely satisfied off your body.” it wasn’t malicious, but you knew you’d be aching for days as tears well up in your eyes, and he slams himself home in your guts over and over. “Gonna watch your pretty, little legs try not to give out while you’re serving tables after I’ve fucked the shit out of you, my cute little virgin.”

[dandelions-143]

Trouble

Part of the Bar Boy Series

Pics credited to @seungminindabuilding THANK YOU SO MUCH🩷

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Pairing:virgin, non idol, Seungmin x Wild, Party Girl, fem!reader.

Wk: 2851k

Warnings: nothing too crazy in this one, drug use, mention of alcohol, public oral(it’s in a convertible), m-receiving 18+ ONLY

A/n: this one’s a bit more light hearted than the others. A crossover once again. This is the same party from the party mentioned in Chans fic ( Do It For Me) & Hyunjins fic ( Secrets ). If you haven’t checked those out please do so!! Also y/n in this fic is different from all the other y/n’s, obviously. Smut under the cut-enjoy🫣

You sat at the edge of the pool, your bare feet dangling in the cool, clear water. Blowing smoke rings above your head just to reach up and poke through them with your finger. Chans party was dwindling down after hours of loud music and drinking most people were either passed out or had left.

Your heavy lidded eyes watched as a few people still swam around in the pool. The weed you had been smoking mixed with the alcohol you had consumed from earlier had you feeling very calm and care free. It felt good. As you blew out another smoke ring your eyes happened to meet a set of round innocent looking eyes across the pool.

Your vision was a little blurry but you could tell those eyes were the sweetest you had seen in a long time. Those eyes belonged to a man who was sitting on one of the chairs, a drink in hand surrounded by a few other guys and girls. You licked your lips and leaned forward a bit, keeping your eyes on his. The man’s puppy eyes momentarily dipped down to follow the path of your tongue then returned to staring at your eyes.

You don’t know if it was the drugs, alcohol, or both but you lifted your free hand slowly motioning him to come over. The dark haired man looked a little surprised. He glanced around to make sure he was the one you were wanting. You smiled lazily and leaned back on one hand bringing the half smoked blunt up to your lips.

The man stood, dressed in light wash jeans, light blue cardigan over a white tshirt. His hair pushed back from his face. He was very handsome in the most boyish way. You wanted to get your claws in him.. maybe corrupt him a little. The moment he sat down beside you instead of talking, you simply offered him your blunt.

His deep eyes watched you for a beat, seemingly taking in your soft features before taking the blunt from you, his warm fingers brushed against yours briefly. You instantly liked that he didn’t come over trying to flirt or talking stupid to you. “What’s your name, puppy?” You finally spoke up. You watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat after he blew the smoke out.

He turned his head looking at you curiously, “Apparently it’s puppy.” He held out the blunt for you to take back and you did. “You look like a puppy to me. I like your face.” You giggled softly and took another hit of the blunt. “It’s Seungmin, what’s yours?” You heard him ask but you didn’t answer. Instead you leaned closer to him with the smoke still in your lungs. The burn was the best feeling to you.

His eyes widened a bit, unsure of what you were doing but he quickly understood and leaned closer as well. Seungmin parted his lips as you very slowly blew out the smoke for him to inhale, your lips mere centimeters from his. You couldn’t help but giggle at his innocent expression once you pulled away. “You’re new here, huh?” You asked, your eyes meeting his deep stare that oddly made you a little nervous. People usually didn’t look at you like that.. like they could see right through your nonchalant facade.

You cleared your throat and looked away, waiting for his response. Seungmins cheeks turned a little red and he looked down, a little embarrassed it was that obvious. “Yeah, I mean I’m friends with Chan and the rest of the guys.” At the mention of him being friends with Chan you raised a brow at him. What is a seemingly sweet guy like him doing with them.. from first glance he didn’t seem to fit in with them exactly. “So you’re a bad boy.” You spoke your thoughts more to yourself than to him. Seungmin looked as if he was about to deny it when you suddenly stood up and held out your hand for him to take.

Seungmin took your hand, his skin was hot and smooth against your palm. His long fingers seemed to engulf your petite hand. “Where are we going?” He asked with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. You laced your fingers through his, “We are going to see just how bad you can be.” You could see him visibly swallow. He was nervous and you loved it. Discarding the almost completely smoked joint you pulled your new boy toy inside the large mansion.

You could hear Seungmin asking you what exactly you two were going to do as you pulled him up the stairs eventually coming to chans room. “Ew..he is such a pig.” You said under your breath as you took in the messy bed and clothes laying all over the floor. “What the fuck are we doing in here?” Seungmin sounded annoyed, his hand raking through his short black hair.

“I already told you.” You smirked, rummaging through Chans desk drawers until you finally found what you were looking for. You held up a set of car keys, “Ever stolen a car before?” You giggled at Seungmins wide eyed expression. He was frozen in place as you tried to tug him out the door. “Come on, we will bring it right back.” You happily bounced up to him, placing your hands on his hips to steady yourself as you stood on your tiptoes and pressed a very quick and innocent little kiss to Seungmins plump rosie lips.

That seemed to get him moving because he aimlessly let you pull him back down the stairs and out into the large garage that housed Chans cars along with his fathers. “Are these all Chans?” Seungmin asked upon seeing the four cars and one motorcycle parked there. His eyes took in the deep red of the street bike. “I knew Chan was loaded but the guy has a Ducati motorcycle?”

You rolled your eyes, “Stop drooling.. his favorite is right here.” You walked up to a sleek black convertible. Your eyes went right to Suengmin as he stepped up to admire the car. “A Bentley Bacalar… this.. this is a 2 million dollar car.” He walked around the car to take it all in. You could tell he was enthralled with the expensive car. “There’s only 12 of these ever made with an open top.” You smiled devilishly and stepped up to him dangling the keys in front of his face. “And you’re going to drive it.”

Seungmins eyes went from the car to you then back to the car. You could tell he was weighing his options. You could also tell the temptation was going to win out. It took all of a few seconds for Seungmin to make up his mind and you two were in the car driving down Chans long driveway.

Seungmin surprised you but speeding up significantly as soon as you two got on the main road. The cool night wind already had your hair whipping about. Seungmin noticed your cheeks were getting rosy from the wind and he reached over placing a very warm palm on skin.

You smiled and raised your hands in the air, “Faster, Seungmin!” You yelled and he did exactly as you said. The engine revved even louder as his led foot grew even heavier on the gas petal. You had no clue how fast you two were going but you felt like you could fly in that very moment.

Without warning you slowly stood up, placing your still bare feet in the leather seat. Your butt was leaning against the headrest for some stability as you raised your hands up once again. At first Seungmin was laughing loudly, enjoying the freedom he was experiencing and the thrill you gave him.

You closed your eyes and the feeling terrified you but, you had never felt better. It felt good to feel this alive. To feel as if you were flying. Most of your life you had always felt restless; always searching for that next high.. that next good feeling. Your skin wasn’t crawling and your bones felt calm for once in your entire life.

Seungmin began to get a little worried as the road became curvier. You could hear him call for you, “Hey, Sit down now, okay!” Of course you didn’t respond. Nothing was going to interrupt this euphoric feeling you had in that moment.

You could feel the car slowing down some and it smoothly take a few simple curves. Seungmin could see a deep curve up ahead and he yelled for you again but, to no avail. You just would not listen to him. Just as the car took the curve and your body began to lean more and more towards the open road Seungmin grabbed onto your arm and yanked you back down into the seat.

The crazy thing was… you weren’t even startled. You began to giggle.. the adrenaline still pumping through your veins but, your smile began to fade once you saw his face. Seungmin looked pissed. His jaw was set in a hard line, his lips pinched together a little and his eyes glancing from the road to you were narrowed and glaring. “Are you fucking insane! You could have fallen out!” He yelled at you and then kept his eyes on the road in front of him.

The sight of him being so angry and how his boyish looks changed to something else entirely… mixed with the adrenaline in your body… you decided to do something.

You got up on your knees and leaned over the console. Your lips pressed a soft kiss to his jaw just below his ear. “Let me show you just how insane I am.” Seungmin didn’t push you away or move away from you. He only scoffed a little, thinking you were only bluffing.

He realized just how serious you were when you began to kiss along his jawline as one of your hands slid down his torso to rub him through his jeans.

Seungmins breathing began to come out short and quick. You kept kissing down his neck, running your tongue over his smooth skin. “W-what are you doing?” The last word out of his mouth came out very breathy.

“Just keep your eyes on the road.” You mumbled against his now very hot skin. His cheeks were growing redder by the second. You found his undeniable innocences very adorable. All of Seungmins precious anger and tension melted away from his body as you unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans.

“Shouldn’t we do this in a more private place?” Seungmin asked, his voice was a bit shaky but the words came out rushed as if he was anxious. You only giggled and pulled out his hard cock. It was pretty just like the rest of him.. in that moment you wanted to see what he looked like completely naked.

Did he have any freckles? And scars? Or was his body perfect like the his face.. the thoughts ran through your head as you continued to touch him.

“Don’t worry, puppy. Just focus on the road and let me do the rest.” You reassured him. You could feel Seungmins muscles physically relax the moment you parted your lips and slid his cock inside your mouth.

You slid him deep, almost to the back of your throat and held him there for a second before pulling him out. You repeated this motion very slowly, taking your time to slide your tongue over the smooth skin that stretched over his veiny member.

The sounds coming from Seungmins now parted lips turned you on immensely. His moans were soft at first, barely audible but, as you sped up your movements and sucked a bit harder his grunts and moans became louder.

Seungmin kept his eyes on the road as best he could but, he kept glancing down wanting to see you take him in your pretty mouth. “Fuck, baby that feels so good..” he would moan and buck his hips up a little. “Use your teeth l, just a bit..” he said and you obliged. Taking him deep, sliding him down your throat as far as you could, causing you to gag around him. Seungmin let go of the wheel with one hand and tangled his fingers in your hair.

“Oh my god..what’s your name? I- I don’t know your name.” he whimpered, pressing your head down a longer when you tried to come up for air. When he removed his hand you drug your teeth very lightly up his swollen cock. A string of your spit connecting your lips to the tip of him. “It’s Y/n.” You said softly. “Beautiful.” He mumbled back to you, caressing your cheek softly.

You took the opportunity to finally look at Seungmin and he was a visible mess but, in the best way. His eyes were heavy with need, he must have been running his hand through his hair at one point because it was now a mess. Seungmins chest heaved up and down as if he had been running a marathon.

“Please.. y/n don’t stop.. your mouth feels so good.” Seungmin was desperate for you to put him back in your wet mouth. You thought it was so hot the way he wasn’t afraid to beg for it.. the noises he was making… needless to say your panties were soaked for him.

You leaned back down sucking harder than before, moving your head up and down in a fast paced rhythm. You could tell he was close because of the grip he had on your hair and the way his thigh muscles tensed so hard they trembled just a little. His cock felt rock hard on your tongue and as you pushed your self down on him until he was back in your throat again you felt him twitch. Soon a thick salty coating enveloped your mouth. You swallowed his cum and gave him one last slow suck, pulling away with a very audible “POP” as you fully sat up.

Seungmin was doing his best to keep his concentration on the road still, but his body was spent. He leaned back in the car seat, his head laid back on the head rest. He reached over after you had zipped him back up into his jeans, gently grabbing you by the back of the neck and pulled you in for a kiss.

The car was slowing to a stop and it took everything in you to pull back from the intoxicating taste of his smooth tongue. “We better get Chans car back to him or he’s going to kill us both.” You kissed him one last time before sitting back down in your seat.

“You nearly sucked my soul out..” Seungmin mumbled as he made a U-turn in the middle of the empty street. That made you laugh and laugh hard. You giggled until tears were daring to spill from your eyes. Seungmin kept glancing at you, taking in your laughter and that made him smile in amusement at you.

“I think you’re exaggerating.” You said to him as your laughter died down and you two were pulling into Chans garage. Seungmin turned the car off after putting in park and turned to you. “Well.. I, um..” he swallowed a small lump in his throat. “I’ve never had anyone.. yah know.. do that to me before.”

You didn’t mean to stare at him the way that you did. This gorgeous man had just confessed to you that he had never received head before. The silence seemed to stretch on for a bit too long until… “Seungmin, are you a virgin?” The question spilled from your mouth before you could really think about it. “I-“ he was about to answer but he was cut off by Chan’s loud voice.

“Yah! What the fuck, Y/n!” Seungmin nearly jumped out of his skin when Chan’s voice boomed throughout the garage. You rolled your eyes and followed Seungmin out of the car. “Calm down, your precious baby was in good hands. Right, Puppy?” You reached over and ruffled his already messy hair. Seungmin didn’t say a word he just stared at Chan with wide eyes.

Chan walked up to you and held out his hand for the key. You took the key from Seungmins loose grip, pecked him on the lips softly and whispered, “I’ll get your number from Chan and text you later. We have to finish what we started.”

Once you had handed Chan his key with a very sarcastic grin plastered on your face he said in the angriest tone Seungmin had ever heard, “Get the fuck to your room!”

You only rolled your eyes, gave him a solute with your middle finger and said, “sure thing, brother dear.”

As you made your way back into the house you could hear Seungmin say “BROTHER?!” Once your words clicked in his head.

You were going to have fun with this one.. you just knew it.

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So sorry this took so long to post!! I’m having writers block!! BUT hoping to update Hyunjins fic soon

[enhastolemyheart]

kinktober day 1 — car sex with heeseung

nsfw content minors dni.

Pairing racer!hee x afab!reader

Warnings profanity, kissing, alcohol consumption, fingering, one night stand(?), french kissing, hee calls reader 'pretty girl' and 'baby', reader moans alot (lmao), not fully proofread

Requested @ anon

Word count 1.6k

Kinktober masterlist — here

You didn't fail to notice the glances that the ace racer gave you ever since the after-party started.

Heeseung has won the race. As always.

You had originally come to support Beomgyu, all because you best friend is dating him. You don't really like all these illegal racing shit anyways. You always thought they were nothing but a time waste, not really worth it in the long run.

But, your best friend had been begging — almost to the point where she got on her knees — to convince you to watch a race with her. Just one. She's been at it for months; ever since her and Beongyu got together, she went to all of the race he participated in, and she would try to convince you to accompany her.

After a month of pleading, you finally said yes, but only for once.

As you made your way to the track, your best friend filled you in on who are competing and who go to just watch and have fun at the after-party. Your eyes widened a bit when you noticed the crowd formed. You and your best friend find the best spots to spectate the race from, courtesy of Beomgyu of course.

There were three cars lines at the start, one red, black and yellow. Your best friend had mentioned that Beomgyu was the owner of the yellow one. Each car looked expensive as fuck. You wouldn't be able to afford a single one of these, in your lifetime.

After the race was over — the red car driver had won by the way — everyone gathered around the rather tall man who came out of that gorgeous piece of metal.

"Hah, of course Heeseung has won the race." Your best friend exclaimed. "He is like the ace in everything. Wouldn't be surprised if he's like- you know absolute sexy in bed."

"Ew, " I grimaced. "You are dating missy, how can you say that?"

"Oh. I'm speaking for you honey, he'll be into you."

"Yeah whatever. Not interested." You gave her a pointed look, "He's probably like one of those snobs who's like so full of them themselves 'cause his ego get boosted twenty four by seven."

You didn't get a response from your best friend because Beomgyu — who had come second — had shown up, dragging her away to the mini club nearby where the party was being held. Shaking your head, you give the man of the talk one lady glance, only to see him groping a woman's ass as she most likely components him and tries to get in his pants. Ignoring the feeling inside, you maybe way to the club with your best friend and her boyfriend.

And that brings you here. Seated at the bar, downing a hangover-inducing drink.

You walked in with your best friend but soon after some alcohol consumption and very scandalous dancing to explicit songs, she has disappeared. With her man. You don't even want to know what was happening with her right now.

You nonchalantly scan the bar, putting your drink on the bar counter. Your heart thumped a bit more loudly as you met eyes with Heeseung. His lips carried a smirk add he looked at you through his eyelashes, making eye contact as he took a sip of his drink.

He looks at you with a small smirk. You can't help but internally gag. You will admit that he looks hot, his blond hair with a faded blue shade. His olive skin looked a bit glossy from the lights of the club. His Adam's apple bobbing as he downed his drink in a single gulp.

He locks eyes with you as he makes his way to you. It's as if time has slowed down, it's only you and him. The music blasting in the room has gotten muffled somehow. He gets incredibly close to you. Noses grazing each other, eyes piercing eyes. Then, his lips turn that smirk wider.

You can feel the heat radiating off his body and his musky scent sends you into a frenzy, but you try to stay unaffected.

"hey." He calls out, head tilting to the side as he takes your appearance in. He couldn't help biting his lips when he saw you in the tight pink dress, covering almost absolutely nothing. Your bust is almost out for the world to see, arousing him; and your cute little thigh keeps him out of focus, thinking of all the things he could do to you in just one night.

"I'm Heeseung." He smiles at you putting out his hand. Your heart fucking melted at the site of his smile. He is mostly on the sexy side of the personality you would say, lips always in a coy expression, his hair styled and that delicious looking neck inviting you to just simple liter kiss and marks all around it. He's dressed in a basic tee and jeans, but the racer jacket he is wearing, only adds to his 'fuckboy' aura, but something about his smile tells you that he's not all the hard and tough acts he keeps for everyone to see.

"I know." He only chuckles at your remark, taking another impossible step closer to you, hand going to your chin and thumb grazing across your lip. He stares at it like he wants to kiss it, ruin that gloss your wearing. "You must be Y/n right."

"How'd you know?" your brows furrowed.

"Beomgyu told me about you." Of course he did, you internally roll your eyes. You know you said that Heeseung is a bit overrated; but the way he is looking at you right now, like he wants to kiss you and how good he can make you feel, only gets you wondering what he really is like in bed.

"can I kiss you, pretty girl?" he asks you, bringing your face closer to his using the grip on your chin. And when you don't say anything, he leans in, super slowly, meeting your lips in a kiss.

The kiss felt calm but rushed at the same time. It felt like... he had been wanting to do this for a little while. caught up in the euphoria of it all, you press your palm against his nape, the other one going to his bicep that flexed under your touch. Fuck.

His hands wrap at your waist and pull you closer to his body, hips meeting. He requests for entrance and you allow him, tongues lapping up at each other fighting for dominance.

What in the fuck are you doing? You don't know and you blame the alcohol, but it feels way too good to stop right now.

"Do you trust me pretty girl?" He asks in between wet kisses on your neck. You whimper lightly at the sensation, tugging on his roots, "No, not really."

He lets out a deep throaty chuckle before pulling away but still holding you close to himself. "Come with me. I know where we can have fun without getting disturbed." His smirk widens.

You couldn't stop the moans that spilled out of you as you both humped against each other in Heeseung's sexy car. Your mind is going crazy thinking about how hot and hard is member is.

"fuck baby, You feel so good." Heeseung slurs from under you. You lean into him, face into the crook of his neck, pressing open mouthed kisses against the supple skin.

"Touch me, hee." you moan, and Heeseung thinks he'll be close to cumming in his pants if you speak like that, "Fuck baby. Of course." His lips meet yours into a messy and wet kiss. Hands going to the dress zipper on you back taking it off. His eyes turn boba shaped because of the view. Fuck, where have you been? He thinks to himself.

His hands roam all over your body, goosebumps rising in its wake. "You're driving me crazy, pretty girl." he rasps before his hand seeps lower and lower, reaching the hem of your underwear.

"Can I touch you, pretty girl?" He asks as he gently glides his thumb under the hem. You sigh leaning back, head meeting the headrest of the passenger seat. His fingers seep inside, eliciting a whimper from your lips as you clench around nothing. Hoping it was his dick your were sitting on.

You hold onto his forearms as he glides his digits across your lips, spreading your slick around. You bite your lower lip in anticipation, rolling your hips forward letting him know you want more. And he obliges, his index finger pushes past your lips into your clenching velvet-like walls. "Fuck baby you're so tight with just my finger. How will you be manage to take my dick huh?"

His words make you clench, resulting him to grunt softly. You take a long breath morphing into a moan as he fastens the pace. You practically scream at the top of your lungs at this point. "Heeseung! Fuck yes!"

He get too aroused with your moaning and clenching and that oh so beautiful fucked out face. He determines to get you to cum. It's his new favourite thing now. To pleasure you. "Hee!" you moan as you come undone. Slick sound audible as he get you through your high.

You giggle lightly at the ecstasy you're experiencing. Pulling him in for a kiss. He takes his hand out of your mound and put his fingers into his mouth, all the while maintaining eye contact with you. You blush uncontrollably at the sight whining for him to stop. "Seriously Heeseung, stop it."

"You taste too good baby." You mouth can't form any words and it doesn't matter 'cause he pulls you in a messy kiss, tasting yourself.

"how was that?" He asks you, softly rubbing the outside of your thighs. You smile, "It was really good." He hums in contentment.

"Now, it's my turn."

a/n thank you sm for reading! This is my first ever Kinktober saur hopefully it's upto the mark! thank you anonie for requesting. REQS ARE OPEN. slots for hoon are filled.

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[rhys-writes-some-shit]

Not About the Sleep

Alastor x Reader (Queer-Platonic) ft. Bestie Lucifer

A/N: I've been Going Thru It this last week, but I've been wanting to post something for ya'll for months. So I wrote this for myself to share :)

Your phone was on the other end of the room. It buzzed occasionally, but you never bothered to get up and check it. Curling in on yourself, you closed your eyes, waiting to drift back off to sleep. 

A few knocks on your door caused you to inhale sharply. 

“Helllooooo? You in there? You alive?” It was Lucifer. You ignored the concerned edge in his voice. 

“I’m alive,” you responded back, not bothering to move or open your eyes. “I’m just tired.”

There was a long pause. “Wellllll… Can I come in? Is that okay?” Lucifer then started muttering, “Will Alastor kill me if I go in? No, there’s no way. Well, maybe? Gah! I don’t know.”

When there wasn’t a response, you heard the door creak open lightly. Opening your eyes, you managed to sit up a little. Lucifer stood in the doorway, dressed casually. He was fidgeting with his apple cane, looking around at your messy room. 

“Oh, man,” he whispered, before clearing his throat. “Do you… want to come downstairs? For lunch? Charlie cooked this time, she’s excited to show you.”

Sighing a little, you shook your head. “I’m alright. Thanks for the offer, though.” You’d expected that to be it, already grabbing the covers to pull back over your shoulders. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Lucifer sounded serious this time, more serious than he’d ever spoken to you before. 

“I’m just tired, Luci.” You gave him a small smile to reassure him, but he didn’t look reassured. “Just need some sleep, that’s all.”

Lucifer swallowed. He stopped fidgeting now, his apple cane firmly on the ground. “You’ve been sleeping for over fifteen hours. You and I both know it’s not about sleep at this point.”

You were quiet. Logically, you knew he was right. Of course he was right. He’d know the best of everyone here. But you just wanted to sleep. There was nothing a little sleep couldn’t fix, right? You’d be right as rain by dinner, you were sure of it. 

“I’m fine, Lucifer.” Your tone was colder than you’d meant it to be, silently apologizing to your first. “Tell Charlie I’ll have some of her leftovers or something later.” 

Pulling the covers over your head, you firmly shut your eyes and waited for sleep to take you again. That was all you needed. Just a little more sleep. 

As Lucifer pulled the door closed, you could’ve sworn you’d heard him say something, but you missed it. 

Bringing your knees to your chest, you considered Lucifer’s words. “We both know it’s not about sleep at this point.” He was wrong, surely. You hadn’t gotten like that in ages, not since Alastor had come back. You’d been fine for so long, and you were always able to catch it. Always able to say something, to let someone know you needed help. You would know if something was wrong. And nothing was wrong. You were just tired. That was it. 

But what if he was right? What if it was getting bad again? You couldn’t bear to think about it, especially now that Alastor was here to talk reason into you. The things you’d considered while Alastor was gone scared you even now, and you had sworn you’d never let things get that bad ever again. 

You were just overreacting, that was all. It was the weather, surely, or something like that. Everything would be fine. Everything was always fine. It was fine. You were fine. 

Your senses came to you slowly. You must’ve finally fallen back to sleep, but who in their right mind would wake you back up? What part of, “I just need some sleep,” did people not understand? 

The crackling of jazz music is what you heard first, followed by the familiar sound of Alastor’s humming. It was dark outside now (not that it made a difference with the curtains closed) and a few lights had been turned on in your room. The entire place was filled with dim, orange light. 

Oh, no. Not Alastor. Of all people, you really didn’t want to see Alastor. 

There was no pretending to be asleep around Alastor. He could usually hear as soon as you woke up and your breathing picked up again. With a groan, you sat up, your eyes slowly adjusting to the light.

“Ah! Good evening, my dear!” Alastor said cheerily. He was folding your clothes at your desk. The same clothes, you realized, that had been laying in a basket untouched for a week. “I took the liberty of cleaning your room for you, I do hope you don’t mind.”

“Alastor, why… I…  thought I locked the door after Lucifer left.” A glass of water sat at your bedside, still cold. You obviously hadn’t put it there.

“You did!” Alastor smiled. “I don’t care for locks, you know. Do drink some water, dearest.”

You couldn’t help but scowl at him, but Alastor was quick to match your gaze. Rather than start an argument you knew you’d lose, you drank some of the water as asked. Actually, you ended up drinking the whole glass. You hadn’t even realized how thirsty you were. 

“Imagine my surprise when Lucifer, of all people, came to tell me he was worried about you. I laughed at him, of course. Worried about you? Preposterous! You’d tell me if you were ill, I assured him, but…” Alastor paused, folding your final piece of laundry. “Dear Husker informed me how my absence affected you, so I thought a little drop-in wouldn’t hurt.”

“Fuck those guys,” you muttered to yourself, massaging the bridge of your nose. “I just need some sleep, Al, I’ll be fine.”

“That’s what I said!” Alastor declared, clearly happy someone agreed with him. “But then Miss Charlie went on and on about some sort of ‘mental health’ nonsense. It was all quite annoying.”

Alastor started skillfully putting your clothes away. It was clear he knew exactly where everything went. How, you had no idea, but this was Alastor we were talking about. 

He continued, “but I saw the sorry state of your room! How appalling! But I wasn’t about to wake you, so I did a little spring cleaning. Rosie is always telling me how a little cleaning can do a lot to improve a person’s mood. Speaking of Rosie, she was telling me about the most dastardly customer she had to deal with the other day! I brought back a little bit of them for you.”

So you sat there in your bed, listening to Alastor talk about his week while he cleaned your room. It did manage to bring a small smile to your face, especially once Alastor started slipping jokes into his stories. 

You were going to have to get Lucifer and Husk back for ratting you out, but that was a problem for later. For now, all you had to worry about was Alastor not rearranging your whole room so he could do who-know-what to it. And you’d have to tell Rosie she was right about the whole cleaning thing, but part of you knew it wasn’t just about the cleaning.

[brbsoulnomming]

Tell Me Sweet Little Lies Part 2

Part 1 | Now on AO3

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When Eddie's almost fourteen, he gets Of course I can handle it by myself, and he wants desperately to know what his soulmate is lying about being able to handle - wants desperately to tell his soulmate that he doesn't have to do it by himself, that Eddie's right here.

The summer of '80, a few weeks before he's due to start high school, Eddie gets I don't think of you all that often anyway, and his heart jumps. He knows it's not directed at him. It can't be - it's one of the hardfast rules.

Lies of omission don't count, half truths don't count, joking usually doesn't count, and it only counts if you're saying the lie to someone, not just telling yourself. So whoever his soulmate is talking to - they do think about this person often, even if they feel like they have to pretend they don't.

But it gives Eddie an idea.

"I don't think about my soulmate very much," he tells Uncle Wayne the next morning.

Wayne raises one eyebrow at him, and Eddie - realizes he didn't exactly think this through, did he?

"I just-" he starts, then stops, realizing that if he lies, it'll show up on his soulmate's skin, and that kind of ruins the grand statement he was trying to make. "I wanted them to know."

Wayne's expression softens. He doesn't say anything about the fact that Eddie had said them and not her, he just claps him on the shoulder and ruffles his hair.

"You're a good kid," he says gruffly, as Eddie bats him away.

Two days later, Eddie sees, Oh, yeah, same. I don't believe you can miss your soulmate before you've even met them.

He doesn't even try to put a damper on his elation. Instead, he rushes out to where Uncle Wayne is watching TV, some old Western, and says, "I don't miss my soulmate, either."

Uncle Wayne looks startled, but he must guess what's going on when he sees Eddie twisting around to examine his arms and bare torso, because he just gives a grunt in response.

It's stupid to think you understand someone just because you know what lies they tell.

Eddie feels like his heart is beating out of his chest, and he's smiling so wide it almost hurts. "I haven't felt like I understand my soulmate. I don't get some of the things on my skin."

Uncle Wayne is looking at him a little more closely. "You sure this is what you want?"

Eddie waves him off, holding his breath as he waits.

I don't get it, man, don't look at me for answers.

"I don't want to keep talking to my soulmate."

There's a long wait after that, so long that Eddie starts to think that was it. But about a half an hour later, hope to see you soon appears just below his ribcage, and Eddie's blooming all over with happiness.

Sucks for the person that his soulmate was talking to, of course, since they were clearly lying about wanting to see them soon, but he knows that they chose that particular phrasing because they wanted Eddie to see it. His stupid idea worked, and he's not going to stop it now.

His soulmate seems to be of the same opinion, because the pseudo conversation keeps up.

Eddie tells Uncle Wayne that he hates reading, that he never wants to see a guitar again, that his favorite season isn't winter, that he knows how to swim and isn't terrified of learning, that he hates spicy food and white chocolate and floral teas and strong coffee and butterflies, that he loves pop music and pastel colors and silverfish.

It gets him a few new books, a second hand acoustic guitar - and, unfortunately, swimming lessons - but it also gets him a wealth of information about his soulmate. He learns that his soulmate likes autumn best, that he's been swimming since before he could walk, that he plays the piano, that he likes spicy food, too, but he prefers dark chocolate and hot apple cider, that he loves cricket bugs but hates house centipedes, that he's not allowed to read comic books anymore but he misses them.

Eddie wonders who his soulmate talks to, when they do this. Uncle Wayne will at least have enough of a half assed conversation with him to support him gaming the system, but his soulmate's replies are usually stilted enough that he can tell it's not the same. They're suited for a different conversation, only related to what Eddie said if he looks for it.

It makes him imagine his soulmate sitting up at night talking on the phone with a friend, trying to hold two conversations at once, thinking carefully about his phrasing - all for Eddie. He can't help the way it makes him feel so much less alone, makes him feel special.

Eddie's extra cautious about telling lies, now that he and his soulmate are talking, and he likes to think his soulmate is doing the same.

They both slip up sometimes, though, and Eddie gets pretty good at figuring out what was meant for him and what wasn't. He gets things like I don't think you're sending me some very mixed signals, here and right, that makes it very clear and I won't be careful that he never responds to, figuring they're actually meant for whoever he's talking to and not for Eddie.

It makes slogging through his first year of high school much more interesting, at least.

"No ma'am, I'm not bored by the way you teach math," he tells his math teacher with a winning smile.

I find the way you teach history as a list of facts and dates for us to memorize very important.

"I don't wonder how we're supposed to retain all of this and regurgitate it on command."

It's stupid to make little songs out of the things you're supposed to remember, it doesn't help at all.

Really, his soulmate is so cute Eddie can never keep himself from grinning when he gets a response.

He never wants to stop.

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Part 3

[hwaslayer]

project: make you love me (jyh) | thirteen.

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—summary: yunho can’t stand how you’re so wrapped up in the notorious campus fuckboy, park seonghwa. he would gladly love you the way you deserve, despite being shy, awkward and the complete opposite of seonghwa. thus, when he finds himself spending more time with you over literature reviews and random study sessions, he decides to take on the challenge to win you over.

—pairing: jeong yunho x f. reader x park seonghwa

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers/friends to lovers, college au | fluff, angst, smut

—word count: 5.9k

—chapter content/warnings: cussing/mature language, date with yunho!! 🥰, yunho and oc talk a bit about family dynamics, oc meets his mom and aunt <33, just a sprinkle of seonghwa, lots of sweet kisses, making out, breast play, unprotected sex, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, clit play, teasing, a lil bit of a handjob, multiple orgasms (2 lol), praising, post-sex cuddles!, sorry if i missed anything - quickly edited 😅

"Why are you doing that?" Yunho laughs, grabbing at your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze from the driver's seat to prevent you from fiddling with your fingers even more.

"I'm nervous." You pout and Yunho can't help but squish your cheeks.

"It's gonna be fine." Yunho smiles before shifting his attention back to the road. "Mom couldn't stop texting me about how excited she was to finally meet you."

"Me?" You ask him, almost in disbelief. "What if she sees me and she changes her mind!"

"She won't. She wouldn't do that over—" Yunho pauses and you can see the tip of his ear turn red, a faint rosy tint also creeping up to the surface of his cheeks.

"Over?"

"Nevermind."

"Hey, that's not fair." You playfully pinch him on the bicep, making him chuckle in his response. "Say it, Jeong Yunho."

"Not the government name." You glare at him and he shakes his head in defeat. "I was just gonna say she wouldn't do that over someone I'm sure about." Your eyes widen at the response before you smile and giggle.

"You mean that?"

"Of course I do." He laughs, placing a kiss on the surface of your hand. "So trust me when I say don't worry, okay? They'll adore you."

"Okay." Your bottom lip pokes out a bit. Today, Yunho was taking you on a date. To where? He wouldn't tell you. He wouldn't budge, no. But, you do know you're meeting his mom and aunt over a small dinner at the house, your nerves running wild since the moment you've hit the road. It's been awhile since your last relationship, and you really, really adore Yunho.

You don't wanna mess this up.

You are in love with him, and you hope they like you just like he promises they will. You are already hoping to build a good relationship with them, especially if you plan to be around. You can't help but think of your own mom and sister, hoping you'll be able to be plan something soon for them so they can officially meet Yunho in the right circumstances.

Since you're in Yunho's hometown, you aren't too familiar with what's around. You keep your eyes fixed on the scenery passing you by, listening to Yunho softly hum to the music in the background while he continues to drive off to the first destination. He seems to be taking you to the outskirts, driving deeper to the point where the small city fades into the back while the greenery begins to take over. He has to drive on a narrow path before he's navigating through a beaten, dirt path and into a lot that is surrounded by apple trees.

"Yunho." You continue to look out the window as he pulls into a spot in between two trees, a few other cars lining down the aisle.

"Yes?" He shuts off the car and unbuckles his seatbelt, looking at you with a sly smirk on his face.

"What're we doing?"

"Apple picking." You squeal and clap your hands, no longer able to contain your excitement. You had briefly mentioned going fruit picking to Yunho, stating it as a bucket list item of yours. He swings your door open to help you out of the car before leading you to the bins to place your apples in. Yunho hands you one, pleading for you to try and not fill it up too much so the bin doesn't get too heavy. He leads you down the open trail, already picking at a few nice apples along the branches. You stick closer to the ones in close proximity to your height, eyes lighting up every time you're able to snag a pretty one off the branches.

"Aw, I love this." You giggle, picking a few more off of the nearby branches. "They all look too pretty to eat."

"I know. I'm grabbing a few for my mom and aunt." Yunho effortlessly grabs a few off the taller branches, placing them gently into the bin. "Wanna save some for your mom and sister?"

"Just a few. I'm not even sure when if I'll see them in time. Otherwise Soobin, Chaery and Seungmo can eat them." He smiles.

"Sounds like a plan. Are they around for break?"

"In and out. I think the person who is staying here the most is Soobin. Chaery and Seungmin have a couple of plans with their families."

"Mm."

"What about Yeo?"

"He'll mostly be at the apartment." He caresses your chin. "What about you?"

"Ah, my family isn't big on doing things. We'll celebrate for the holidays but that's all." 

"You should. I'd love to meet your mom and sister again.. under better circumstances." You laugh.

"You will." You and Yunho continue to walk down the path, each stopping to take photos of each other under the crisp, afternoon sunlight. Once you're satisfied with the amount of apples in your bin, you take them to the weighing scale and pay for the apples before grabbing a small snack of freshly baked apple fritters and tea. You and Yunho sit at a picnic table to enjoy the sun slowly settling below the horizon. Yunho shows you his new lockscreen while you eat; a picture of you holding an apple next to your cheek while you cutely smile. 

"You're really cute." He smiles at his phone just before tossing his wrappers into the trash can. 

"You take the best photos of me. You sure you aren't into photography or anything?" He shakes his head.

"No. Just like taking pictures of you, thats all." You blush. "We should probably get going. There's one more place I wanna take you before we head to my house for dinner."

"Where?" He smirks.

"It's just 15 mins away. I think you'll like it. We'll only be there for an hour since the event is gonna end soon."

"Hm, okay Yunho. Surprise me some more." You tease with a giggle.

"I will." He kisses you on the temple before holding your hand and heading back to the car. The sun hasn't completely set yet, but the skies are filled with orange and red hues as you continue to drive along to your next destination. Yunho drives off to a nearby park that holds rollerskating events in the evening, except tonight would be its last night before it's converted to an ice skating rink. Yunho talks a bit about how he spent a lot of time at this park with his friends when he was young, and how they've done a lot to make the park nicer over the years. Now, they hold plenty of events that bring the community together. 

When he pulls into another lot, you can already hear the music blaring from within the park. It's muffled due to the trees surrounding the area, but the park is well lit even though the sun hasn't fully set. There are string lights hanging from tree to tree, even around the picnic tables that are planted around the area. As Yunho continues to walk down the path, you see a circular rink where people are rollerskating. There is a DJ blasting music off to the side, and a booth where you can rent skates.

"Rollerskating?" Your eyes light up. "Yunho?!"

"Thought we could give it a try together before they get rid of it."

"You're the best." You tippy-toe to wrap your arms around his neck, planting a sweet kiss against his lips. His large hands come to squeeze your side, holding the kiss for as long as he can before he slightly pulls away.

"Actually, I wanted to ask you something." He brushes the hair away from your face, thumb coming down to caress your cheek. You feel the butterflies swirling in your stomach when Yunho looks at you, his touch simple but warm, safe.

Comforting.

"What is it, Yunho?"

"I just really, really like you, Y/N. You make me happy, and you make me feel safe. I don't feel like I have to be someone I'm not, and that's the best feeling. I don't know, you just.. bring out the best in me. It sounds cliché, but I mean it when I say I haven't felt this way before."

"I feel the same." You caress his jaw. You would have never known that asking Yunho for help would lead to this— would lead to him being a special person in your life, someone you can't imagine your days without.

"So, I-I was hoping that, maybe, you could be my girlfriend?" You giggle and hug him again, nodding to give him his answer.

"I'd love to be." He cups your cheeks and brings you in for another kiss.

"Phew. I was actually losing my shit on the way here." You laugh as Yunho leads the way to the rental booth. "I kept rehearsing it in my head."

"Why?! Did you think I was gonna reject you?"

"Uh, yeah?" He gives you a look.

"No, never."

"Never, hm?" He teases before shifting his attention to the staff member at the booth. He pays for the rentals and hands you your skates, giving you the green light to walk over to the nearest bench and slip them in. You used to rollerskate when you were younger, but it's been years and you've only tried inline skating. Yunho already seems to be more pro than you because he's standing on his two feet comfortably, while your knees are shaking and you can't seem to fully stand up. He laughs as he comes closer, creating a bit of distance to give you some space to get used to the feeling. "Slowly, baby. Shift your weight a bit." You pout as you continue to practice, finally getting into a rhythm after a good 10 minutes.

"I think I should be okay." You say, comfortably skating over to Yunho without wobbling around. He nods and takes your hand, slowly skating over to join the crowd at the rink. "How are you literally so good at everything?"

"Nah." He laughs. "We'll go slow, okay? Everyone's going at their own pace." You smile, trusting in Yunho to take care of you. You easily begin to get comfortable with the music blasting in the background, skating alongside your man as the rest of the crowd enjoys themselves. Today was such an eventful day that you're wishing it never ends. All you find yourself doing while skating is laughing with Yunho and squealing every time you feel like you're going a little too fast and lose your balance.

You feel like you're on cloud nine and you wish you can stay in this moment forever with him.

The hour wraps up quick, and the DJ is having to end the night with a bittersweet speech about how he'll miss playing for this event. You and Yunho return the skates to the booth and slip back into your shoes, rushing over to the car before the lot could get too packed from everyone leaving at once. You laugh when Yunho quickly reverses and heads out of the lot, joking about how you've never seen him move that fast. When you're finally out and away from traffic, Yunho relaxes a little and takes you back into the central part of town for dinner.

"Yuyu?" He lets out a small chuckle hearing the Chaery-granted nickname slip from your lips. Nonetheless, he's grown a liking to it and loves having a nickname you two enjoy. 

"Hm?" He hums.

"Do you remember anything about your dad?" You flat out pose the question without thinking. He doesn't answer right away so you immediately follow-up with a— "Wait, I'm sorry. We don't have to do this right now if you aren't ready."

"No, love. It's fine. I'm okay talking about it, it's just not a common topic for me." He flashes you a small, reassuring smile. "To answer your question, no, I really don't remember anything about him. I remember seeing him come and go in the apartment we lived in when I was younger, and I remember seeing going with him to see some of his side of the family. But even then, those bits are blurred. I can't imagine what he looks like now, I can't make out a height. I can't make out much of his features." Your heart sinks.

"I'm so sorry, Yunho."

"It's okay. You don't have to apologize." He shrugs. "Part of me wishes I knew a bit more than what I know, but then I think about my mom and how she never gave up on me. She gave me everything even when times were tough. She treated me well and raised me well. She never tried to raise her voice at me and she never scolded me the way other parents would. She knew how to communicate with me even when I was small. I guess I never really needed him in the first place. I didn't feel the lack of love or support anywhere."

"That's amazing. I can tell you adore your mom to bits. It must have been tough for her, and I can only imagine."

"It was. It was really tough. But, we got through it together. I tried to fill in the empty spaces as much as possible."

"You're her world, that's more than enough. I know she appreciates you so much." He smiles at you, thumb running over the back of your hand. "There's nothing that could replace you, or any other love that could be better."

"My aunt says I kinda look like him." He chuckles. "But, she says she's glad I'm the complete opposite. My mom likes to remind her that I'm hers only." You laugh.

"How cute. You are hers."

"I know you said your dad comes around, but how is he with your mom nowadays?"

"They're good. I mean, like I said, they're better this way. They still bicker but it's not like before." You let out a soft sigh. "At first, she didn't understand why my sister and I still wanted to see him and have a relationship with him after the divorce. She was hurt, I guess. After everything they've been through. But, my dad never neglected us. He was still a good dad. He still is, even with the distance. He tries."

"That's good. Sometimes, they stop when all that goes down so it's good he still tries and is present in your lives."

"Yeah, I think so. Eventually, my mom understood that we still wanted him to be in our lives no matter what. And, I think she could see he felt the same." 

"That's nice. Do you see him for holidays?"

"He'll pop in for a little." Yunho nods. "Even though I'm nervous, I can't wait to meet your mom and aunt." You shift the topic back to his family.

"Hm, really?" He chuckles. "I can't wait for you to meet them, too. Especially since we're right around the corner."

"Already?!" He nods.

"Already. She told me they prepped a lot of food so.. should be fun."

"Now I'm even more nervous." You whine a bit and he laughs.

"It'll be fine, baby. Trust me." The petname makes your stomach do flips, but you can't really think about that now. He pulls around the corner and into the driveway of the 5th house down the street. The lights in the house are all on, and you can faintly see shadows moving around in what you assume is the kitchen area. "Ready?" He unbuckles his seatbelt and gives you a soft smile.

"Mhm." Yunho comes to assist you in the passenger's side, grabbing the bag of apples from behind your seat to bring into the house. He takes his keys from the carabiner hanging on his jeans, unlocking the door to a fairly loud house— mainly due to the TV in the living room.

"Hello?" Yunho calls out and you hear his aunt scream in excitement.

"Yunho! You made it." His mom greets him first before his aunt does. She looks at you with a soft smile, immediately welcoming you into her arms.

"This is Y/N." He steps aside to let you finish greeting his mom and his aunt, the both of them wrapping you into big, tight hugs.

"She's a pretty one, how did you manage to snag her?" His aunt teases, making his mom smack her on the arm in response.

"Yeah, right?" Yunho playfully agrees anyway.

"Come on, Y/N! Make yourself feel at home. Food is ready, I'm sure you two are starving."

"Thank you." You smile at her and follow her into the dining area. The table is set nicely, with a few candles in the center to help bring in some warmth and those winter season smells you love so much. You almost feel bad that they've cooked so much food, but Yunho is happy and he's excited to dig in. He pulls out your chair before sitting next to you, hand on your thigh to give it a comforting, reassuring squeeze.

"Y/N, please. Go ahead and start. What drinks do you two want?" His aunt asks.

"I'll help you."

"I'm okay with water. Thank you." Yunho stands to help his aunt with the drinks, his mom sitting in front of you with a smile on her face.

"It really is so nice to finally meet you. Yunho doesn't stop talking about you." You hear Yunho clear his throat as he hands you a cup of water.

"Not like that. I take some breaks in between." He jokes.

"He definitely doesn't." His mom corrects him, handing you the bowl of rice. "It's cute to see him all shy like this. He really likes you, and I can see why." You giggle.

"Oh, well. I can say the same." You help yourself to some rice before passing more food around the table. "Yunho's very sweet. He helped me a lot with one of our classes."

"That's cute." His aunt plops onto her seat and laughs. "Tell us about yourself, Y/N. We've been dying to meet you." You laugh, proceeding to tell them more about yourself, your mom, dad and sister. As you've continued to talk about your childhood and how things have been over the years, you find yourself comfortable enough to open up about both the highs and lows being with your family. It was nice to hear Yunho's mom and aunt reassure you, telling you it was nice that your family still got along no matter the circumstance.

Then, you and Yunho talked a little bit more about school and how you two got close over literature class. You shyly praise him in front of his family, telling them how one of your favorite things about him was his humor and how laidback he's always been. Yunho's mom tells you that Yunho has always remained the same throughout the years— that he's always been the same 'sweet, affectionate, funny-boned' boy she's always adored.

After a good, long dinner, you and Yunho help clean up in the kitchen, tagteaming on dishes while his mom and aunt cleaned the table and around the counters. His mom packs you both some leftovers, telling you to share with your roommates. She packs it neatly into separate bags for you and Yunho, handing it over with a sweet smile on her face.

"It's late. You should've just stayed." You hug Yunho's aunt before hugging his mom. She keeps her arm around you, gently rubbing at your back as she continues to softly scold Yunho.

"It's not that late, mom. I'll be okay."

"Still! It's dark out and you have a two hour drive ahead of you."

"I know, I know. Next time." He looks at his mom. "May I have my girlfriend back?"

"Maybe." His mom teases back. "Promise me you'll stay next time."

"Promise." Yunho winks at his mom as he finally gets a hold of your hand and leads you out to the car.

"Mhm. I saw that. Seriously, come back soon, okay? You two better stay here next time." His aunt says, making you laugh as you wave.

"We will. I'll make sure of it." You respond.

"I really like her." His aunt says loud enough for you to hear, causing you to giggle to yourself while you settle into the passenger's seat.

"Yunho." His mom calls out just as he's about to step in, one leg already thrown into the car.

"Huh?"

"Drive safely."

"Of course. I'll tokyo drift all the way back to the apartment, how's that? Gets me there faster."

"Jeong Yunho!" She playfully scolds him.

"Kidding. I will!" He laughs and waves her off, finally getting into the car.

"Stop teasing your mom like that." You chuckle.

"It's funny, isn't it?"

"You're too much." Yunho smiles and kisses your hand just before holding it. 

"Mm, wanna watch a movie when we get back? If you're not too tired."

"I'm down."

"You're gonna fall asleep on the way, aren't you?"

"Maybe." You shyly admit. You are feeling pretty exhausted after your day, but you're trying your hardest not to give in so you can continue to keep Yunho company on the long drive back. "But, I'm trying to stay up so I can keep you company.

"It's okay, baby." He says softly, eyes glued onto the road ahead. "If you wanna nap, you should nap."

"What about you?" You yawn, head leaning back against the headrest.

"I'm used to these drives. I'll be okay. Promise."

"Okay." You feel your eyes getting heavy. It isn't long before you fall asleep, Yunho turning down the music and turning up the heat. Quite frankly, he is tired. But, he wasn't lying when he said he was used to these drives. Plus, overall, he does enjoy driving. It soothes him, relaxes him.

He can't wait to get back home and cuddle with you over a movie.

You're his, and he is yours.

The thought alone makes Yunho feel so giddy inside.

After a somewhat grueling 2 hours, Yunho finally pulls into the familiar lot. You had woken up about 30 minutes ago, and Yunho is glad you did or else he'd feel terrible having to wake you up from a good slumber in the car. The both of you make your way back up to his apartment, finding that Yeosang isn't home. The apartment is dark, but warm. It's spotless and it's incredibly quiet. 

You make your way to the restroom to quickly freshen up and change into Yunho's shirt for the night. You brush your teeth and finish up your bedtime routine before stepping out, seeing Yunho sitting on the living room floor while flipping through the movie options.

"I'll be back." He points to the TV. "I kinda just settled on that new Leave the World Behind movie." 

"Sounds good to me." He quickly eyes his shirt on you, no bottoms. And god, it instantly drives him crazy. Before he could fall too deep into his feelings, Yunho waddles off to the bathroom to get ready for the evening and changed into some sweats and a shirt. By the time he heads back out to the living room, you've shut off all the lights, and you've paused the movie right at the beginning. Your eyes are fixed on your phone, and a few texts come in. But, Yunho doesn't really pay much attention to it and instead plops onto the ground right in front of you.

chaery: hello?! I SAW YOUR STORY. did he finally ask you to be his gf?! holy shit!!

seungmin: y/n's tied down now ayeeee

soobin: congrats!! when's the wedding!!

seonghwa: i see you're around for break.

seonghwa: wanted to see you really quickly and apologize. you don't have to do anything or say anything, but at least hear me out.

You roll your eyes at the two texts from Seonghwa, quickly responding to your roommates before locking your phone and tossing it aside.

"You don't wanna sit up here?" Your arms hang over Yunho as your chin rests on his head.

"I need to stretch." He laughs. "Sorry pretty. I'll be right here." He resumes the movie just as you kiss the top of his head and switch your attention to the screen.

The both of you are equally invested in the movie, even as you continue to hang over Yunho while he holds onto your arms. You've barely even reached halfway when catch yourself ogling at Yunho's hands and the veins that run through them. You peek over to see how glued he is to the movie, eyeing his side profile before placing a gentle kiss on his temple, cheek. He giggles a bit before looking up at you, the mood in the room doing a complete flip when he sees the look in your eyes.

It's the same look he had when he was checking you out in his shirt.

"What's up, cutie?"

"I just wanna say thank you for today."

"You don't have to thank me."

"I do. I really enjoyed it, so thank you, babe." 

"Of course. Is there anything else on your mind?"

"Just wanna kiss you."

"That's it?" He teases, watching as you dip forward to close in on his lips.

"Maybe." You whisper just as you kiss him. At first, the kiss is sweet, innocent. The next moment, it's deeper, more intense— your tongue dancing around with his while the movie is a long-gone thought in the background. Yunho gently bites onto your bottom lip before pulling back; eyes full of lust meeting yours.

"Do you wanna move to the room?" He licks his lips while his eyes dart from your eyes, back down to your lips. 

"Mhm." You respond softly, hands still cupping Yunho's cheeks. He smiles and plants a quick kiss to your lips before standing to his feet. He shuts off the movie and helps you up from the couch, leading you to his room. Yunho shuts his door, watching as you climb into bed and under the covers. It's not long before he joins you— slightly hovering over you as he pulls the covers over his body. 

"Baby." He calls lowly. 

"Yeah?" Your fingers are tangled at the ends of his hair, eyes scanning every feature on Yunho's face�� his long lashes, his pink lips, his doe eyes, his soft, black hair. You adore everything about Yunho, and you can't help but melt in his hold.

"Is it okay if I keep going..?" You nod quietly as Yunho leans in to meet your lips again, hand coming up underneath your shirt to caress your bare skin. His hand his warm against the surface, and it's enough to light up your entire body; fireworks going off every time Yunho deepens the kiss a little more. He gives your side a squeeze, lips now trailing down to the corner of your lips, your jaw.

Neck.

Yunho takes his time on your neck, though. And god, do you love every bit of it. You squirm underneath him, teeth nibbling on your bottom lip when you feel Yunho's tongue glide across the surface before gently sucking on it, when you feel him slowly rocking his hips against you. He catches the way you continue to bite onto your lip, smirking against your skin just as he places another kiss at the base.

Down to your collarbone.

"Can I?" He whispers, slowly lifting up the edge of your shirt. You nod, lifting yourself up to help Yunho tug the shirt over your head and onto the floor. He takes a moment to admire your bare chest, eyes glowing at how beautiful you look underneath him. "So pretty." His eyes are now glued onto yours as he continues to leave a trail of kisses down your chest. His tongue glides over to a nipple, popping the bud into his mouth before working his tongue in a circular motion. You let out a small whimper and Yunho feels the blood rush straight down to his dick.

He can't wait to have all of you. To have a taste, to feel you around him.

As his and his only.

He moves to the next bud, sucking gently before repeating the circular motions around your nipple— pulling back with a small pop. You feel the goosebumps heighten on your arms, the pleasure already surging through your veins. 

"Taking these off." Yunho says as he makes his way down, finger slightly dipping underneath the waistband of your pjay bottoms. You watch as he sheds off your bottoms and panties, tossing them off to the side to join your [his] shirt on the floor. You feel incredibly shy being this bare, this vulnerable, in front of Yunho. But, the feeling dissipates when he smiles in awe; his large hands caressing your thighs and giving them a kiss. "You're so beautiful." He plants a kiss to your inner thigh. "Wanna make you feel good, love." He watches for your response as he softly nibbles on your inner thigh. 

"Please." You respond, almost whimpering for him to continue. Your breath hitches when you feel his thumb graze over your folds then press on your clit. He starts to rub your already sensitive nub in slow, circular motions to test the waters, before diving in with his tongue against you. His other hand is gripping your thigh, keeping your legs spread open so he could get you in all angles, taste every drop of you. "Yunho." You breathily moan, hands tangled in his hair as he continues to lap at your folds and suck on your clit. He proceeds with slipping a finger inside of you, pumping at a slow and steady pace while continuing to work his tongue on you. It's not long before he's slipping another digit in— this time, watching your reaction from in between your thighs, biting onto his lip every time you squirm and moan for him to keep going.

Yunho finds, at this very moment, that he can't get enough of you. He wants to be the only one who keeps making you feel good, and he wants to keep hearing you like this. He wants to be everything for you, as long as you'll let him.

"All this for me, hm?" He hums, feeling his digits coated in your slickness. He quickly removes his fingers and replaces the pleasure with his tongue again, allowing you to grind against him when he picks up his pace— lapping at your folds and flicking at your clit; sucking every drop of you he can get.

"Oh—Yunho!” You almost yell his name, hands now gripping his hair as you continue to grind against his mouth. He lets out a groan against you, sending the vibrations straight to your core. "Oh shit, I'm—" Your statement is broken because your mind is fuzzy with your orgasm approaching quick. You're probably gripping on Yunho's hair a little too tightly without realizing but he doesn't mind. Especially when your face contorts in pleasure, a beautiful, strangled moan leaving your lips as you twitch in his grip. He keeps your legs opened, mouth still latched onto you until you've come down from your high. "Oh my god." You mumble and Yunho chuckles. 

"You okay, baby?" You nod just as Yunho leans forward to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his lips. "Wanna feel you." He takes your hand and presses it against his hardened cock. He hisses at your touch, shutting his eyes for a brief moment as you palm him through his sweats. "See what you do to me? Want all of you."

"You have me, Yunho." You tug at his shirt, giving him leverage to shed it off and toss it on the floor. "You have me." You repeat. He simply sheds off his sweats and boxers, his cock springing free from its confines. You can't help but ogle at how he's built— his toned abs, his biceps, his pretty, thick cock. You help yourself and continue to stroke him for a bit, pumping at a slow pace while your thumb spreads the pre-cum all over his tip. He lets out a shaky breath just as he lowers himself onto you, planting kisses along your jaw and neck.

"Fuck. I don't have any condoms." He pauses and looks at you, but you respond by shaking your head.

"It's fine. I'm on birth control. And clean. Promise." You reassure him, knowing you made sure to get tested after Seonghwa just in case. He nods and takes his length in his hand, gently tapping it against your folds and nudging the tip against your clit to tease you.

"Ready?"

"Yes. Need you." Yunho wastes no time pushing himself into you slowly, burying himself to the hilt. He pauses for a minute to adjust to the feeling, giving you a moment to take him in. His forehead is pressed against yours as he lays a kiss on the tip of your nose, moving down to your lips. He holds the kiss for a second before parting, savoring the feeling of your lips against his for the brief moment.

Yunho begins to pick up his pace, letting out a small groan when he feels how tight you are. He loves seeing your back slightly arch, the goosebumps forming on your skin when he touches you lightly— lips grazing the surface of your collarbones, chest, just ghosting over your nipples. You moan his name when he quickly sucks on your buds, snapping his hips at a faster pace. The room is filled with sounds of skin against skin, wet kisses and moans that are nothing short of pornographic. Yunho thrusts hard one, two, three times, his mouth swallowing the loud moan you let out.

"God, you feel so good around me." He says. "Like you were meant for me."

"I am." You cutely respond and Yunho lets out a shaky breath.

"Mmmfuck." Yunho lets out just as he takes his thumb to your clit. You feel the tingle down your spine, the pleasure building in your gut, as Yunho rolls his hips in a steady fashion; enough to drive you crazy, pushing you close to the edge. "Gotta cum for me, baby."

"So close." You moan, gently biting at his bottom lip and tugging it back. "I'm so close, babe."

"That's my girl." He says, taking note of how you continue to squirm in his hold, your walls clenching around him.

That's it.

You're my babygirl. 

So good for me.

He continues to praise you in your ear until he finally tips you over the edge, eyes shut close as you let out a string of moans— calling his name like a mantra. Yunho feels you squeeze him, walls wrapping him so tightly he might just lose himself right at this moment. So, he locks his hands with yours— holding it against the pillow as he thrusts into you and chases his own high.

Luckily, Yeosang hasn't walked in yet or else he's not really sure how Yeo would react to hearing your loud moans. Yunho doesn't care much to shush you right now, though. He loves hearing it. He's basking in all of this, all of you.

"Y/N—" He groans. "Baby, where do you want me?"

"Inside, please." You're finally meeting his gaze with those doe-eyes of yours and Yunho lets himself go. He moans as his hips stutter, coating your walls as he releases and fills you up. It takes a moment before he comes back down from his orgasm, Yunho looking at you through hooded eyes before lazily planting a kiss on your lips. 

"You okay?" He whispers, brushing the hair away from your face. 

"Mhm." You kiss him again before he leaves the covers, snatching a piece of tissue from his desk to clean you up.

"I'll grab you some water. Do you want anything else, love?" You shake your head and slip back into his shirt.

"No, thank you." He smiles while throwing on his boxers and sweats, walking out to grab some cold water. He comes back shortly, shutting his door before handing you the water. You take a few gulps before you're satisfied, leaving the water aside to slip under the covers and get comfortable. Yunho immediately pulls you into his arms; one arm around your neck, with the other wrapped around your waist. "You're so warm." He chuckles.

"Good. As long as you're okay." He kisses your forehead. "Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"You’re everything to me.”

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