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ep 24 commentary (brain fried edition)
my head is a little empty after ep 24 tbh!! brain is not braining after all the zyc hurt no comfort (-:
some scattered thoughts here and there, painstakingly corralled like cats out of my vacuous brain and into a list (spoilers):
ZYZ is really emo this episode poor dude like he is having a hard time keeping it together it seems. Every other word out of his mouth is depressing as shit, which is saying a lot considering how depressing he usually is already (': I kind of wanted this episode to pick his brain more, give him room to emote in the aftermath of all that. But it almost feels like the character refuses to be alone, like he might spiral if he has too much time to get in his own head. I'm still so curious to know, though, what he thinks about the state of their promise in light of how far ZYC went trying to save him. âHe has us,â ZYZ said to WX. When the time comes, I wonder how he'll reconcile that with what heâs asked of ZYC.
PSJ and Ying Lei bonding! shenanigans! I did laugh thank you guys. Also, not that the team didn't operate separately before, but I really get a sense of how much ZYC held things together with how apparent his absence is. It's obvs heartwarming seeing how hard everyone is working to save him (PSJ especially for me bc I love their mutual tacit trust and respect and all the ways they're alike and different), but ultimately it's still so angsty (':
Kind of love the couple instances where ZYC has been referred to as fragile/weak/of delicate constitution (depending on how you wanna translate it) like that's a very interesting quality to assign to basically the tank of your team. Even if the comments are made facetiously, it just reminds me of how often we witness his mortality, and of course how everything about the styling, aesthetics, and content of the flashbacks to his childhood reinforce a characterization of vulnerability at the very heart of him. I saw someone mention how the Cloud Light Sword responded to ZYC's tears and to that vulnerability rather than brute strength, and I totally agree. I love how this "fragile" characterization plays into the whole fate weapon deal. ZYC's strength is (imo) unconventional, and it is his sensitivity, his compassion, and his deep capacity to feel that the sword acknowledges, resonates with, and empowers. Almost like it protects his tender heart rather than making it something he needs to overcome to get stronger.
One thing I will never get over is how incredibly they styled TJR as baby!Yichen, adult ZYC, and Bingyi. What do you mean this is all from one drama and not three separate productions. Insane. I'm out of my mind with how gorgeous every change in costuming is.
A tangential note is I've seen people mention (paraphrasing very much here) ZYZ's demon form being nicely subtle in its eerie inhumanity and tbh I have a similar feeling even just about human adult ZYC imo. Especially when his hair is down and he's got that thick eyeliner on and we get a close up of his contacts, if you told me from the start that he's half-demon half-human or something I'd believe it. Along the same vein, baby!Yichen reads completely human to me, and Bingyi of course completely demon. Something something the Cloud Light Sword bridges the gap something. This point is unintelligible and not narratively based but I had to make it because I've been thinking "wow ZYC elven" for days now.
Saw a tag about yuanyi getting us through some dark times but man they are PUTTING me through some dark times rn help?/
Been trying to put off talking about the baby Yichen scenes because wow I cried immediately. Well, no, I was like "yay! I love seeing baby Yichen!" and then they crushed me into demon dust lol. And then WX had to tell that absolutely precious story about when she got sick and ZYZ had to go like "actually ZYC was probably lonely as fuck" and yeah that's fine I didn't need my heart anyway.
Ending on this point so I can put a pretty screencap here: There is so much gravity to just the short scene of Bingyi removing his mask and dropping to his knees with that anguished and fatigued expression. TJR's acting is the gift that keeps on giving (me angst).
so sorry if anything here didn't make sense, i currently have the same thousand-mile-stare as Bingyi the more i think about how this all might end and how long I'm gonna have to wait to find out.
#fangs of fortune spoilers#fangs of fortune#sorry this is late!#i started writing this after i watched the ep this morning but then i spent the whole day showing my partner the first six eps#zhuo yichen#tian jiarui#episode commentary#meta
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IF YOU LET ME : TODOROKI SHOUTO x READER
SUMMARY: Disguised as a eunuch in the imperial palace, a mistake on your part leads to your unmasking before the prince. By rights it should mean your death, but Prince Shouto seems to have another plan in mind... CONTENT: Imperial Prince Shouto, AFAB fem reader, identity reveal, class differences, slight gender fuckery, historical sexism, implications of past sexual threats, vaguely imperial Japanese setting, deep historical inaccuracy, SFW (2.2k) NOTES: This was a barely-edited unplanned little thought demon I had to exorcise lol, thank you for being patient with me. Back to our regularly scheduled programming soon.
Your breast bindings were missing.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
You flipped your sleeping mat again, clawing through your blankets frantically, hoping youâd somehow missed them the first time. But only the tatami floor stared back up at youâstrands of woven rice straw pale and bare.
You muttered a curse under your breathâyouâd definitely forgotten to extract your bindings from where youâd shucked off yesterdayâs robes, forgotten to squirrel them away before sinking into bed. And now theyâd been whisked away by a palace maid to be laundered. Or worse, discovered.
Your eyes darted through your small sleeping chamber frantically, seeking a solution. You were already late for Prince Shoutoâs first lesson of the day, and you needed all the time you could get with him today. Youâd promised the Minister of Rites that youâd have a word with the prince, to try to persuade Shouto to accept the wife he was so persistently putting his advisors off on.
You were, after all, the princeâs closest confidantâhis personal secretary and calligraphy tutor, an unthreatening eunuch from the lower classes with whom Shouto was clearly most at ease. And at least most of that was trueâyou did have Prince Shoutoâs trust, friendship, and respect, as much as a member of the imperial family could bestow on a commoner, anyway.
If he was going to listen to anyone on the subject of taking a wifeâat the very least one concubine, if not his future empressâit would be his trusted friend the eunuch.
There was just one very important detail that everyone, even His Highness, was mistaken about on that account.
One blasted detail that could get you killed at best were anyone to figure it out.
Your eyes fell back to your blankets, and you immediately grabbed two fistfuls, yanking as hard as you could until you felt the fabric give, the rip and tear echoing in the small space of your sleeping chamber. You kept ripping until a strip came free, a little smaller than what you usually had to work with.
But you were not about to complain, not at a time like this.
You flung the strip down to scrabble with the tie of your underrobe, unknotting it with fumbling fingers. You were just about to fling it off of you when there was a careful knock against the screen of your door.
You didnât manage to stifle your reflexive scream, stumbling through a half-executed turn towards the door. The screen was suddenly thrown back with alarming force, Prince Shoutoâs figure filling the doorway.
You yanked your shirt closed again, panicking, as you caught sight of the concern on his handsome face. You barely registered the other details, mind tripping over excuses, unable to appreciate the way his shoulders looked all the broader in his sokutai the way you normally did.
âAre you well?â Shouto demanded, his normally soft tone a little ragged. You watched his mismatched eyes dart quickly around your chambers, as if seeking a threat, only to drop back to you when there was none.
âYour Highness,â you said, lost for anything else.
âI heardâthere was a scream,â he said, his eyebrows scrunching the tiniest bit.
He always looked his most beautiful when he was confused, you thought, focusing hard on a particular problem. Not that a common woman had any business thinking anything about the crown prince, never mind a woman masquerading as a man. But it was hard to ignore a face that beautiful, the way his gaze sharpened with focus, full mouth pursing as he thought through a problem.
He looked like that now as his gaze darted over you. And then suddenly his eyes dipped to your collarbone, and his features went perfectly, horribly still.
An elegant hand reached back, and he immediately drew the screen closed behind him, eyes never leaving you as he took another step into the room.
You stumbled back, almost tripping over your bedding. You did not dare to turn towards him or away, scuttling sideways instead like a nervous crab.
âYour Highness,â you began again, heart shooting into your mouth when Shoutoâs long fingers tangled in your undershirt.
âAre you hurt?â he asked, his tone softening. You gripped your shirt closed as hard as you could against the tug of his fingers. âDid something happen?â
âN-nothing,â you stammered, not liking the way it made him clearly more suspicious. âI was just changing.â
But Shoutoâs beautiful, cursed eyes dipped to your bedding, where the torn strip lay across your blankets in plain sight. You could almost see the calculation as his eyes widened the tiniest fraction, and his grip tightened on your robes. Of course heâd seen it, and of course it looked like a wound dressing youâd just been about to apply.
He took another step closer, too close, until you could feel the heat of him through your sleeve, smell the sweet blend of dried herbs the servants kept his clothing stored with.
You tried to twist out of Shoutoâs grip without rucking up your shirt, but his hold was too strong.
âLet me see,â he ordered in his soft, low tone. Your heartbeat kicked up higher, hammering in your chest so hard it could have broken a rib.
It was a death sentence to ignore an order from a member of the imperial family. It was also a death sentence to reveal what youâd been these many years. You hoped Prince Shouto, something of a friend to you, would let you off lightly for ignoring him.
âPlease, Your Highness,â you said, clinging even harder to the closure of your shirt. âI will be ready in just a moment, I am simply running late. I beg your forgiveness.â
But if there was one thing about the crown prince, it was that he was stubborn, bullheaded when it came to the ideas and goals he took seriously. And he had always made it clear he took your friendship seriously.
That perfect mouth shifted into a frown. âI order you to let me see,â he said, his tone still soft but firm. âYou will let me.â
You froze under his hands, muscles locking up in panic. Shouto was still between you and the door, and your chambers were not wide enough for you to slip around him without him being able to easily catch you. He was also, unfortunately, extremely quick with sharp reflexes honed by years of swordsmanship. There would be no escaping this situation.
Fuck. Fuck, you were out of ideas.
âHold still,â Shouto commanded gently, long fingers prying your stiff ones away from the shirt ties. You watched his face in mute panic, not wanting to see the flash of betrayal and disgust, but unable to look away as he prised your robes aside. Shame heated your cheeks.
Shoutoâs long eyelashes dipped, before his gaze froze on your chest. For a second, he went as stiff as you. Then he was yanking your robes closed again, a watercolor of pink washing across the bridge of his nose and those high cheekbones.
His eyes darted back to yours, his expression perfectly still though his face was flushed. âYou never told me,â he said accusingly.
The right thing to do in this situation was to go to your knees in a kowtow and beg for his mercy, but Shouto still had a grip on your robes and did not look like he meant to let go. You ducked your head in as much of a bow as you could manage, your face warm. âYour Highness, I have no excuse. I have betrayed you.â
When you had concocted this scheme, you had wanted to put yourself beyond the reach of a local official back in your home village. His advances were becoming increasingly aggressive, and as a common woman, you had no recourse. You could only escape into a place where his rule was circumvented by a superior one, where no man would think to have an interest in you.
You had not intended to become Prince Shoutoâs tutor, had not anticipated the true risk of your gambit until it was already too late. But you would still rather die than be returned into the hands of your villageâs preceptor.
If this is how it endedâŠ
âI have compromised you,â Shoutoâs voice startled you out of your memories.
You glanced up at him, befuddled.
Shoutoâs fingers twisted in your robes. âJust now, andâall the many times we have been alone until now. I did not know.â
Honor and compromise were the least of your concerns right now, and would matter even less in the event of your death. You did not know where the prince meant to go with this.
âYour Highness, you were not expected to know,â you said, shame coiling in your belly. You would make the same choices you had made over again, if given the chance, but you had never meant to betray Shouto. You had genuinely liked him, and you would regret losing the chance to be by his side in the years to come.
Shoutoâs eyes flicked over you in some kind of assessment. He lifted one hand from your shirt, gasping your scholarâs cap and tugging it free from your hair. You felt his fingers tangle so very gently in the strands of your hair, seeking out the ties and pins.
Your own eyes traced over him as he did, drinking in the firm planes of his chest in his sokutai, the dark blue a beautiful contrast with his pale skin. You heard pins dropping to the ground beside you, as Shouto rubbed a strand of your hair between his fingers. He seemed to be evaluating you in a new light, relearning your appearance though a clearer lens.
Disgust and betrayal were not evident in how delicately he was handling you. You did not know what this meant.
âThey will put you to death if they know,â Shouto said, eyes slowly moving from the hair between his fingers to your face again. âYou cannot hide like this forever.â
You did not know what other choice was to be had. If Shouto did not plan to put you to death himself, then what other choice did you have than to go on pretending?
Shoutoâs gaze dropped to your mouth and you realized youâd spoken the thought aloud.
âThere is one other way to put you beyond the reach of the court,â he said slowly.
You felt your eyebrows raise in question. âI cannot think of it, Your Highness.â
Shouto absently curled the strand of your hair about his fingers, the little crease between his perfect eyebrows appearing again. He looked the way he did when he played games with his strategy tutor, or when he was thinking hard on a new sword form.
âThe ministers wish for me to take a wife,â Shouto said softly. âMy household is mine to manage alone.â
Outside the laws of the court, he meant. A strange flutter went through you, heat spotting your cheeks again. Shoutoâs presence before you was suddenly magnified a hundred fold, and you became singularly aware of the breadth and height of him, the heat of him almost against you.
âYou do not want a wife,â you said, well aware of the many years heâd spent bullheadedly resisting the idea.
âI do not want any the ministers have selected for me,â Shouto corrected.
Your whole body felt flushed again. He meant he was amenable to you.
You had never let yourself think it but he was more than amenable to you as well.
âI would keep you safe,â he promised.
You almost slumped to the floor in relief, only Shoutoâs grip on you keeping you upright. You would not die. You would not be returned to your village. You would, through all of this, it seemed, keep Shoutoâs friendship.
âI know you would,â you said.
Shouto understood your acceptance. Slowly his fingers untwined themselves from your hair, and he drew your robes more firmly around you. Your body burned hot, still, stomach fluttering under his renewed brand of regard.
âI will arrange it quickly,â Shouto said. âYou must stay here. I will send someone for you.â
You nodded.
Shouto looked regretful as he stepped back from you. âWe will do it properly, later,â he said. âI will pay my respects to your family.â
You waved a hand frantically, shocked by the idea of the future emperor making his bows in your familyâs rundown hut. It was not as though you would be his first-ranked wife or empress! He did not need to pay any respects to the family of a concubine out of a common family!
âThere is no need,â you insisted, but Shouto was already turning towards the door. You could see by the set of his shoulders this was another thing he meant to be stubborn about.
âI will honor my first and only wife,â he said, turning to pin you with that heterochromatic gaze.
Your mouth dropped open in shock, but you had no time to reply before he was sliding the door closed behind him again, leaving you alone with the sudden weight of the statement. It had all happened so quickly, you had never expected that Shouto meant what he did.
You wondered what it meant that Shouto had made such a promise so readily, when he had known the truth about you for only minutes.
And you wondered if, like your original entry into the palace, you were getting yourself into something far beyond what you initially understood.
#todoroki x reader#shoto x reader#todoroki shouto x reader#todoroki shoto x reader#shouto x reader#shouto x you#todoroki x you#todoroki x y/n#mha x reader
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But Daddy I Love Him - Tyler Owens
Pairing: Tyler Owens x fem!reader
based on the song but daddy i love him by taylor swift
word count: 2,131
warnings: mentions of storm/tornado, like one swear word, also not edited at all lol
summary: Tyler Owens has a reputation around town for being reckless. People call him wild for going into storms the way he does. They think Y/N is just as, if not crazier, for falling for someone like him. Her father is no different than them, fearing his daughter may one day be hurt or even killed by Tyler's wild excursions. That is, until he has a change of heart when he does just the opposite.
a/n: it's been such a long time since i've wrote, especially x reader. over three years! shoutout to @bright-molina for letting me spout off fic ideas until i finally decided to actually sit down and write one. also, my knowledge of tornadoes is very very slim, so iâm not sure how accurate my portrayal is. i hope you all enjoy!
The adrenaline was coursing through her veins. The chase had gone well, and Tyler and his crew had been able to pull off their latest wild stunt with ease. As Y/N looked over to the driverâs seat of the truck, Tyler still had a huge smile plastered on his face. She could tell he felt the adrenaline as well. He always did, no matter how many chases he had gone on.Â
Y/N wished they could stay like this forever. But, as they turned into the downtown square of her hometown, she knew what awaited them. Eyes turned immediately to the truck as it made its way down the road. Tyler had a reputation in this town. Everyone knew what he did for a living, and they thought he was crazy for it. When they found out Y/N had fallen for him, they thought she was even crazier.Â
As they pulled into the long driveway of the farmhouse Y/N called home, a man was seated in a chair on the porch reading a book. Y/N sighed as she looked down at her fingers intertwined with Tylerâs. She knew what was to come when she got out of the truck. She knew her father didnât like Tyler, and he made sure to make it clear. When the truck reached the end of the driveway, Tyler got out and headed to the passenger door. He opened it and Y/N hopped out, fingers once again intertwined with his. She smiled as she reached up to plant a kiss on his cheek. He bent down to plant one on the top of her head, whispering, âSee you later, sweetheart.â Y/N dropped Tylerâs hand as she made her way to the porch. Tyler glanced over at Y/Nâs father who was still sitting on the porch, tipping his hat in his direction as he moved to get back in his truck. Y/Nâs father gave no response other than pursed lips.Â
Tyler pulled away as Y/N made it to the top of the steps. âHey, daddy,â Y/N said with a smile as she faced her father. He let out a sigh, setting his book on the porch table, âWhen are you going to let that boy go, huh?â Y/N pursed her lips. She sat down in the empty chair next to him, feeling defeated, âI really wish youâd give him a chance, daddy. Itâs been almost a year. Heâs not as bad as the town makes him out to be, really. If you just got to know him -âÂ
She was cut off by her fatherâs sharp reply, âI know all I need to know about him, Y/N. Come to your senses and see whatâs really going on. Heâs crazy with all these stunts.â Y/N smiled slightly. Everyone said the same thing. She tried again to get through to her father, âI know heâs crazy, but heâs the one I want. I just wish youâd just have one conversation with him, then youâd see he really isnât that bad.â Her father was not having this. He stood up angrily, âY/N, youâre going to get hurt, or worse. One of these days youâre going to go out on one of these chases,â he emphasized âchasesâ with air quotes, âand youâre not going to come home. I wish you could see just how dangerous this really is.â Y/N stood up to face him once again. The adrenaline from the chase was still running hot through her veins. Tears began to form in her eyes as she yelled, âDaddy, I love him! I wish you could see that!â As the tears began to fall, she made her way into the house and to her room, putting her fatherâs pleas behind her.
Tyler had a reputation around the town before the two had even met. Everyone knew of the infamous âTornado Wranglerâ and the crew that followed him around. Being from an area where storms were common, they made multiple appearances in local bars and motels to celebrate chases and rest up after them. That was how the two met. Y/N bumped into him - quite literally - as she was leaving a restaurant next door to a bar he and the crew were just entering. He invited her along for a drink, and the rest was history. When someone found out they were together, the news spread around the town like wildfire. No one could believe it. Y/N Y/L/N was a quiet, introverted local girl; Tyler Owens was chaos, he was revelry. The two were polar opposites, and according to this small town, that should never work. Whenever that red, overly-modified truck rolled into town there were whispers and stares, and they were only amplified when Y/N began appearing in the passenger seat. But the whispers couldnât be heard over the loving stares and the screeching tires of the truck.
The news of the storm scheduled to hit in a town about an hour away was plastered over every news station. They said it was supposed to be one of the biggest the town had seen in a decade. This just piqued the interest of Tyler and the crew. And, of course, Y/N wanted to tag along. She darted through the house, getting a small pack of supplies ready for the chase. It didnât take long for her father to catch on to what she was doing. He stood in front of her in an attempt to block her from packing any more, âY/N Y/L/N, donât tell me youâre seriously thinking of going out there.â Y/N huffed as she slipped through an opening between the man and the wall. âDaddy, Iâll be fine. You may not realize it, but Tyler wouldnât let anything happen to me. He wouldnât get us into anything he knew he couldnât get us out of.â Her father turned to face her once again, crossing his arms. âY/N, I just want whatâs best for you. Iâm tired of hearing about this boy and his stuntsâŠâ The girl tuned him out as she could hear the familiar purr of the engine pulling up the drive. She grinned and hoisted the bag she was packing up onto her shoulder, headed down the stairs. Her father, of course, followed her, voice becoming more frantic.Â
Y/N swung open the door, and there he was, the man she loved, standing at the bottom of the porch steps. He grinned back at her, once again tipping his hat at her father. âIâll take good care of her, sir,â Tyler said, hoping to ease the manâs mind. It, of course, did not. He once again tried to plead with his daughter, but began directing his anger toward Tyler when he realized she still wasnât listening. Tyler gave a subtle sigh, pursing his lips, as he extended his hand toward Y/N, who followed him to the truck. When the two were settled in, Tyler turned to Y/N, âYou ready, baby?â Y/N gave a grin, âFloor it, Ty.â And then they were off.
The news channels got one thing wrong, the storm was much worse than they had expected. The crew were only a couple miles outside the town they landed in when they realized it. They turned right around, they had to make sure they got everyone they could to safety. They split up when they got back, in order to cover as much ground as possible. Tyler would not let Y/N out of his sight; he promised her father heâd keep her safe, and he knew her father would never forgive him if anything happened to her. He wouldnât be able to forgive himself.
Tyler and Y/N had gotten everyone they could to safety, now it was time for them to get there themselves. They ran towards one of the shelters they had ushered people into. The closer they got, the more the wind picked up. Objects began to fly left and right. Tyler did everything he could to block them from Y/N, earning himself a few cuts and bruises. Finally, they made it to the shelter. Tyler helped Y/N in then climbed in himself, shutting and securing the doors behind him. Y/N was shaking as she lowered herself to the floor and took cover. Sure, she had been in storms herself, but nothing to this extent. She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping that would somehow make time go faster. Tyler, who had just taken cover next to her, reached out to try and give her some sort of comfort. He pulled her close, trying to give her more protection with his own body. They listened to the roaring sound, like a train was passing right above them. After what felt like hours, but was probably only a few minutes, the sound quieted down. It was over, they were safe. Tyler gave Y/Nâs shoulder a squeeze, planting a kiss on the top of her head. âYou can open your eyes now, sweetheart. Itâs done, itâs gone,â he whispered in her ear. Someone had already opened the shelter and light streamed in. Only a few buildings still stood, the rest diminished to a mass of rubble. Y/N and Tyler shared a glance before finding the rest of the crew and getting to work helping however they could.
Tyler and Y/N drove home nearly in silence. Y/N was still extremely shaken up, and Tyler knew that. He would try to make conversation here and there, but he knew Y/N was probably not in the headspace to make jokes. Halfway through the drive, Y/N spoke over the soft country music playing in the truck, âWhat are we going to tell my dad, Ty? You heard what he was saying before we left. Thereâs no way Iâm going to change his mind about you now.â Y/N had tried to call her dad numerous times, but was unable to pick up any service. Tyler sighed, reaching his hand out for her to grab, âIâm sure heâll understand, sweetheart.â As Y/N laced her fingers with his, he lifted their hands up to place a kiss on the back of hers.Â
Y/Nâs father had never once been happy to hear the roar of the engine of that truck pulling into his driveway. But today, he knew that only meant one thing, his baby girl was okay. He burst through the door just as Tyler had made his way to the passenger door to let Y/N out. The man ran down the porch, almost stumbling and falling, and wrapped his daughter in the biggest hug he had ever given her. There were tears forming in his eyes as he exclaimed how happy he was that Y/N had come back safe. She laughed a little bit as he let go, âHi, daddy.â Tyler was standing off to the side, wanting to give the two some space, but also preparing for what the man might say to him. He was well aware Y/Nâs father did not care for him much. Tyler saw Y/N gesture his way, and her fatherâs eyes found him, gesturing for him to come over. Tyler approached, ready for whatever may come from the man. To his surprise, however, the man reached a hand out for him to shake. Tyler shook his hand, relieved. Heâs once again caught off guard, however, as Y/Nâs father wraps him in a hug almost as big as the one he gave his daughter. He kept muttering thank yous as Tyler stood there, shocked and stiff as a board. Y/N giggled at the sight. But, hey, at least her father finally properly met Tyler.
A few weeks later, after Y/N had almost shaken off everything that had happened, she took Tyler and her father out to lunch. The sun was warm and beautiful, not a storm in sight. Turns out, just as she had thought, her father loved him as soon as he got to know him. The townsfolk looked at the three sitting on the restaurant patio, dumbfounded. Y/N looked at them and giggled, adjusting the strap of her dress that had started to fall slightly, âOh my God, they should see their faces!â Tyler and her father joined her in laughing, and Tyler reached for her hand. The two laced their fingers together. Tyler gave a glance at their audience and then back to Y/N, âFuck âem. Youâre my lady, and thatâs all we need.â He placed another kiss onto the top of her hand.Â
Y/N smiled back at him, âMe and my wild boy.â
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moonstruck.
pairing: minho x f!reader genre/warnings: established relationship, fluff, angst if you squint; they're in love <3, mentions of menstruation, there's a bit about orpheus and eurydice so you're not familiar you might want to look it up beforehand idk, not as edited as i'd like. not a lot of warnings here tbh it's just pretty mild and mellow saur đ€·ââïž (also i don't exactly love this but i hope you'll still tolerate it anyway lol) word count: 4.7k playlist đ§: moonstruck - enhypen // this is how you fall in love - jeremy zucker ft. chelsea cutler // pansy - taemin // tightrope - zayn
as always, iâd appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading âĄ
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Minho is the kind of love that you thought only existed in movies and fairytales. Make-belief, too good to be true, out of reach.
When he rests his head on your shoulder, drifting in and out of sleep like heâs been doing for the past hour or so, you give into the urge to stare at him in wonder. An angel on earth, if there ever was one.
His long eyelashes that you could only dream to have, the slope of his nose, his pink pouty lips, his impeccably sharp jawline, and even his fluffy hair thatâs ticking your cheek as you look at him as if you donât get to see him like this every day. But that kind of beauty is something that demands to be showcased in the worldâs most exquisite museum and admired by anyone who comes across it.
Minho is beautiful in every sense of the word.
And you adore him. You do. You love him with every single beat of your pathetic little heart and then some.
Surely, you mustâve saved a nation in one of your past lives to deserve someone as ethereal as him.
Turning your face to the side, you press a kiss against his forehead. The touch makes him stir awake, eyelids fluttering open as he groggily looks around and stretches out his limbs, in the limited space that he has anyway. His sleepy voice asks you, âAre we there yet?â
âNot yet. I think they said we still have about forty minutes before we land. Do you want to go back to sleep?â
Minho shakes his head, covering his mouth when a yawn forces its way out. He straightens his back to his full height sitting down, then slumps against the seat a little bit. He rests his cheek against the top of your head while his hands find one of your own to hold in his lap.
He rubs the skin of your fourth finger for a moment before he eventually stills, lightly snoring again while you look out the window, gazing at oddly shaped clouds and blues and the reflection of the sun on the waters below.
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After youâve checked into the hotel, freshened up and readied yourselves to explore the scenery, Minho takes you down to the beach. Itâs a little chilly, spring hasnât yet settled into summer. Even with a light jacket on, you still shiver every time the wind rushes by like itâs playing with the waters. But itâs nice â the sea breeze in your hair and the sunlight on your face, your lover by your side, his fingers intertwined with yours as you walk along the shore together. The blue of the sea almost blending in with the sky where they meet somewhere out there on the horizon. Seagulls flying overhead, families enjoying their relaxing vacation, children playing in the sand way down the shoreline where all you can make out are blurry silhouettes dancing about.
Itâs paradise on earth. Itâs an escape that you desperately needed. Exhilarated doesnât even begin to describe how you felt when he told you that heâd booked a Jeju trip for your anniversary.
Heâs always been the perfect partner. Always knows just the right thing to do for you whenever you need a pick-me-up. He may not seem like it, but Minho is beyond caring and considerate. Heâs a man of few words but he certainly makes up for it with his actions.
âHey,â he says, pointing somewhere ahead of you. âRemember what happened there?â
âHmm?â Your eyes try to follow the direction of his finger, until they find a spot where two people are sitting, watching the water in front of them, content smiles passed between lips as they talk animatedly. âDidnât you confess to me there?â
He smiles as the memory resurfaces in his mind. âDid you know I almost chickened out?â
You two started out as friends way before you got together.
Three years ago, just a few months after youâd both graduated from college, Minho asked you to go to Jeju island with him. You thought it was a little strange â though not that strange since you had been on trips with him before, but it was always in a group setting with all of your other friends. Never just the two of you.
Nonetheless, you agreed. You wanted to get out of the city anyway. You needed a change of scenery to clear your head and to recharge. Everything was starting to become too much for you - being 22 and in limbo. You felt like you kept falling behind no matter what you did. Everyone was moving forward and you were running in place no matter how hard you tried to get out of that slump.
Everyone around you was outgrowing you and your little life, and all you could do was pretend you were fine.
It was one of the lowest youâd ever felt, and you suppose that was why you said yes to Minhoâs invitation. A vacation didnât seem like it would help much, but it certainly couldnât hurt.
A few days away, with nothing but the sun and the sea to help you get out of your own head.
A tropical paradise and Minho. It wasnât the end of the world. There were worse things you could think of.
That, and the fact that there had always been something between you and him. Not crazy sexual tension or anything, but just enough of a noticeable spark. An inkling of something that neither of you ever acted upon.
âDid you?â you ask. âDidnât you plan the whole trip back then to confess?â
âWhat? No. Why would I willingly do that when you couldâve rejected me? Then I wouldâve been stuck in a hotel with you and on the plane ride back.â
You squint at him. âThen why did you take me on that trip?â
Minho shrugs. âFriendship trip to cheer you up.â
Years with him and he still makes you feel as warm as he did the first time you kissed. You gaze at him with what must be the worldâs most lovestruck look plastered on your face. You reach up to press your lips to the corner of his mouth, then watch as a blush spreads across his cheeks.
âYou did confess though,â you argue.
âWell, yeah, but that wasnât planned,â he tells you. âYou just... We were sitting right there,â he tips his chin toward the same spot again, âand you had my jacket on because you were cold. You were watching the sunset and you looked so pretty. I couldnât help it. Almost chickened out though.â
You stop walking, and this makes him stop too. Minho glances at you with his head slightly tilted, wearing a puzzled expression.
âYou never told me that,â you say.
âYou never asked.â
Pouting, you tug him toward you until heâs close enough for you to wrap your arms around his neck. Minho is good, so incredibly good for you that sometimes you canât possibly fathom how you even deserve him. He never meant to get anything out of it; he just saw that you were struggling and wanted to make it better for you.
Maybe you didnât do a very good job at pretending, not if Minho could see right through you.
Before him, you had a fear of heights. Not the literal kind, but rather the kind of heights that often accompanies big leaps, big changes. A fear of falling, maybe that would be more accurate. Falling and failing and hitting rock bottom with no way to climb back up. A fear that you would always be stuck with this life forever, trapped in an existence you never asked for. A fear that no effort to escape your reality would be enough, and youâll always be trailing ten steps behind even if you try twenty times as hard.
You pull him down so you could properly kiss him, your lips slotting together perfectly like he was made for you, like heâs the only person youâre ever meant to kiss in this lifetime. You can taste his smile, minty and happy as he moves against your mouth, his arms sliding around your waist to hold you to his body by the small of your back.
âIf I had known,â Minho pulls away slightly, mumbling against your lips, âtelling you that would get me brownie points, I wouldâve told you ages ago.â
You roll your eyes with affection.
âSo all this time,â he says, âyou thought I asked you on that trip just to get into your pants?â
âYou did get into my pants on that trip!â
âLet me remind you that I only wanted to do something nice for you. You were the one who almost jumped my bones right then and there after I said I liked you.â
You slap his chest as he throws his head back in a hearty laugh. Minho takes your hand in his once more as he drags you along, savoring the cool sea breeze and the golden daylight dancing on glittering waters before the sun bids you goodbye.
Minho is the kind of love that makes you want to curl up into a ball and ugly cry for an hour straight.
In a good way, of course. In the best way possible.
So thatâs what you do, on a fine Tuesday afternoon, sitting on a couch surrounded by three cats as you wait for him to come home, perfectly sheltered from the harsh sun outside.
He returns eventually, toward the end of your crying session. When he sees the pile of tissues on the coffee table, soaked with your tears and snot, his heart nearly falls out of his ass.
Minho drops everything, rushing to you like youâre on the verge of spontaneous human combustion because clearly, this is a normal reaction to have when you come home to a girlfriend whoâs been sobbing in the dark for god knows how long.
That, and the fact that said girlfriend doesnât cry very often. Not by herself and certainly not in front of others.
Doesnât mean that youâre immune to the occasional bouts of tears whenever shark week closes in, though.
âHey, hey, whatâs wrong? Did something happen?â
Another rush of tears breaks as you look at him. You wipe your eyes and your nose with the tissue youâre currently holding, before throwing it on the table to join the pile youâve accumulated.
You launch yourself forward, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. The sudden force takes him aback, makes him gasp a little.
He freezes as you cling to him like a desperate koala, before his hands slowly land on your back, rubbing slowly, hesitantly, as though heâs afraid heâs hurting you.
âWhatâs wrong, baby? Why are you crying?â
âPMS,â you hiccup your answer out, to which Minho only responds with a relieved Ah, his hands now moving more assuredly on your body.
âAnything hurt? Sore?â
âNo. Just⊠missed you today. Love you a lot.â
Thereâs something saccharine in his gaze when he pulls back and regards you with his big doe eyes, softened and endeared, yet thereâs still a twinkle of mischief peeking through the sugary glaze.
He moves to make himself comfortable next to you on the couch but still makes sure to keep a hand on you so you donât grow impatient.
Once heâs effectively squished between you and the armrest of the sofa, he says, âYou missed me so much that you started crying? You couldâve texted me, or called. I wouldâve come home sooner, crybaby.â
âI didnât cry because I missed you. I cried because I love you.â
He pretends to think for a moment. âI honestly canât tell if I should be offended or not.â
You jab a finger at his ribs.
Sure, the mere thought of Minho brings tears to your eyes sometimes. Itâs not really a secret anymore.
Thereâs something about him, just him, how wonderful he is and how all of the stars in the sky must have aligned themselves to make you and him happen. Heâs the love of your entire life, thereâs never been any doubt about it. Your other half, perfect for you.
Youâve never felt this way about anyone before, and youâre positive that you will never feel this way about anyone ever again. Your love for him runs so deep, so powerful that it overwhelms you at times, drowns you in nothing but affection for him and only him. A love that spreads like wildfire through your calm and sacred forest.
Itâs clichĂ© beyond words, that one day you would be having these thoughts about someone. You used to watch this kind of sentiment romanticized in movies, used to cringe and laugh at sappy lines in books and TV shows though there was always a part of you that longed for that kind of love.
You didnât talk about it often, not even with the people closest to you. You always found it a little embarrassing to admit that you wanted love. To love and to be loved. There was something so utterly vulnerable in the act of yearning and isnât it such a scary thing? To be vulnerable? You never saw the appeal in showing someone the deepest, darkest parts of you.
What if they leave? What if you bare yourself to someone and they deem you not worth staying for? How would you come back from that kind of rejection?
You suppose it always held you back - the fear of being open that goes hand in hand with the fear of being left behind. Maybe you have more fears than youâd like to admit.
Then came Minho.
No, that doesnât sound right.
He didnât come crashing into your life like a tidal wave and unraveled your every belief.
He was always there by your side, a calming presence that you could lean on when things got tough. A friend, a solid foundation. Heâs the relief after every monsoon, the first day of sun after a long and harsh winter.
He saw you for who you were, all the messiest parts of you, and loved you anyway. In spite of your mess? Because of your mess.
He taught you that love isnât always extravagant gestures and grand declarations that Shakespeare would applaud.
Love is acceptance. Love is staying with you on your gloomiest days and holding your hand through your dreariest moments. Love is lingering glances by the doorway before he goes to work because youâre half asleep but youâre still trying to reach for him even in your dreams.
Itâs sharing joys and burdens alike. Reminders to eat and gentle wake-up calls. A photo of you in his wallet, a silly picture of him as your phoneâs wallpaper. Giggling with him after he tells a joke not because of the punchline itself, but because his manic chortle is even funnier.
Love is Minho cradling your face in one hand and holding onto your shaking fingers with the other, his steady gaze holding yours, and his voice whispering gently in the darkest of nights, âYour storm is my storm.â
At the end of the day, love is pretty simple. Love is him.
âDo you ever think about Orpheus and Eurydice?â
Minho laughs, the sound vibrating where you lay your head, his hand still absentmindedly rubbing the skin of your waist over your shirt. âNo, I donât think about Orpheus and Eurydice.â
You figured as much.
Your fingers trace invisible patterns on his chest as you hum your acknowledgment. Then you ask, âIf it was me, if you were Orpheus, would you look back?â
His hands pause their ministrations, a little taken aback by the question you suppose. Your brain tends to pingpong between the most random things sometimes.
âYou know,â he says with an even voice, though the corner of his mouth still curls upward in amusement. âOther people just ask the worm thing.â
âThe worm thing is boring. And we both know you wouldnât love me if I was a worm.â
âYou wouldnât love me if I was a worm either.â
âThatâs true. I donât like worms,â you agree, chuckling while your boyfriend scoffs. âAnswer the question, would you look back?â
Thereâs no right answer because youâre not expecting a correct response. Itâs a hypothesis that can never be tested because you arenât a nymph and Minho isnât a bard with the ability to sway all life with his music. Itâs a silly thought but itâs one that youâre curious about nonetheless, just to hear what he would say. Why not?
Youâve read many interpretations of the tragedy. In some, Orpheus hears Eurydice stumble and turns to catch her fall. In others, he canât hear her at all. The story will forever be among your favorites, one of the things that never fails to turn you inside out no matter how many times you mull over it.
Minho is quiet for a moment. You think heâs about to shoot back with a witty retort that he always has up his sleeves, probably something about how he would find a loophole and trick his way out of the deal, or that he would personally fistfight Hades to get you out of the underworld. This wouldnât surprise you at all.
Instead, he says, âYes, I would look back.â
But regardless of how you choose to view the myth, the ending does not change. Orpheus always turns around.
He turns around because he loves her.
Minhoâs fingers slip under your shirt to brush your bare skin, angling his head sideways so he could kiss your forehead.Â
Maybe heâs just saying it for the sake of being romantic, for the sake of saying what seems to be the right thing. Itâs an answer that you can never give substance to, but you believe him with all your heart.
You believe him. You do.
âIf itâs you, I would look back.â
Minho is the kind of love that eclipses the sun and dims the light of the moon. The kind of love that drowns out all the noise and makes everything a little more bearable. Not just the most horrible things â your fears and struggles alike â but even the smallest, most mundane things.
If thereâs one thing that you absolutely hate, itâs the smell of nail polish. You hate the way it lingers in the air even after the bottle has been capped, hate how the smell of toluene stains your fingertips even after washing your hands several times with scented soap.
Though, the only time you try to tolerate it is when Minho convinces you to stay in and pamper each other. Pizzas that he picks up for dinner and tiramisu ice cream for dessert. Face masks and fancy candles that you save for special occasions. SoonDoongDori napping on various surfaces in your living room, an old vinyl playing from the record player he got you for your first birthday you shared together after you started dating.
You each take turns doing the otherâs nails on the carpeted floor. Itâs become somewhat of a tradition that you indulge in every month, where you would spend cozy Friday evenings indoors just because neither of you can be assed to indulge in a âproperâ date night. Being hermits together sounds infinitely more appealing to you than any other alternative.
âIâm not done,â you say, snatching Minhoâs hand back after he pulls it away to admire your work. You blow on his fingers to make sure that the layer of black polish you applied earlier is dry, then youâre reaching for a bottle of beige polish sitting amongst the ones scattered on the floor. You take a tiny brush from the nail kit - one thatâs rarely ever touched because neither of you knows how to do nail art - and dip it into the sand-colored polish.
âWhat are you doing?â he asks, watching as you trace some squiggly lines on his middle finger, the lighter color settling nicely on top of the black even if he has no idea what youâre trying to draw. âWhat is that?â
âSoonie,â you say simply. âWhen you flip people off, you can show them Soonie.â
You donât need to look at him to know that his attention is fixed on you even though he doesnât give you a response. You feel his gaze on the side of your face, soft and warm and never leaving for even a second. He doesnât say anything while you work though, maybe he doesnât want to mess up your concentration while youâre so engrossed in what youâre doing. He only chuckles at your answer, then nothing afterward.
You donât mind the lack of conversation. It helps you focus better on what youâre doing because youâre no artist by any means. You canât draw to save your life, let alone master something as intricate as nail art, but this is therapeutic. Itâs perfect to help you unwind after a long week - doodling your beloved cat on your boyfriendâs nails while Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls sets the ambience. Youâll get the ice cream when youâre done with your impromptu project, along with a little headache from inhaling too much of the polish scent perhaps, but isnât that a small price to pay?
You take your sweet time with the teeny tiny details, like Soonieâs delicate whiskers and the darker strips of fur on his face. He still turns out a little wonky, a little lopsided here and there but itâs not like you expected it to turn out like a Picasso.
The real Soonie seems to sense a disturbance in the force when he wakes up from his nap and saunters toward you curiously. You pick him up and sit him in your lap so he doesnât come too close to the fresh polish on Minhoâs nails. âLook,â you say with a proud smile, pointing toward the small cat doodle. âThatâs you.â
He studies it for a moment, focused on your portrayal of him but then heâs quick to decide that heâs not interested anymore before wiggling away from your lap to go join Doongie on the couch. You chuckle lightly, watching him as he walks off, wondering if this is what it will feel like when your future children enter their teenage years.
When you turn back to Minho, heâs still staring at you, a dazed look in his eyes as he blinks slowly, his hand resting limply on his thigh.
âWhat?â you ask. âDo you not likeââ
âMarry me.â
The rest of your question dies in your throat, wilting away like cherry blossoms when summer nears. He doesnât break eye contact, still that dreamy gaze when he peers at you. Nothing has ever changed in the way that he looks at you.
For a moment, youâre too stunned to speak. You think anyone would be when their boyfriend drops a proposal out of nowhere while youâre doing each otherâs nails in your comfiest sweatpants.
Everything that youâve been afraid of comes bubbling to the surface, every doubt, every fear, even every fleeting insecurity. They manifest as a ringing in your ears, a buzzing in your head that makes it hard to think about anything at all.
But then he shuffles closer, closer and closer until his warm breath fans your cheek, his nose nudging your cheekbone gently. Itâs similar to what Doongie does sometimes when youâre lounging in bed and he just wants some love.
When Minho takes your hand and laces your fingers together in his lap, everything stills. The rumbling comes to a halt, the distant thunder fading slowly into the background of your mind palace until itâs reduced to mere white noise. âMarry me,â he says again, and his voice is so tender that you ache. Tender and sweet and so full of wonderful adoration. If you ever have to describe what love sounds like, you would say itâs him and his voice, right here and right in this exact moment.
âA little dramatic to propose just because I drew your cat.â
He chuckles, presses a kiss to your cheek before he ducks down to deliver another kiss on the side of your neck. Then he pulls back, just enough to get a clear view of you and your now glassy eyes.
âBottom drawer in our bedroom,â he tells you. You canât lie; you have half a mind to leave him here and go check. âI bought the ring two months ago, but I knew I wanted to marry you two years before that. Iâve been waiting for the perfect moment to do it but I realized the perfect moment doesnât exist, because every minute I spend with you is perfect. I love you so much. Itâs not because you drew me my cat, by the way. I think Iâve loved you since the first time I saw you.
âI love your weird brain and your blanket-hogging ass. I love that youâre crazy enough to listen to a song literally over a thousand times without getting bored. I even love you when you set ten alarms in the morning and still manage to sleep through all of them. I know you hate your smile but itâs my favorite smile in the world. Did you know my favorite color is the color of your eyes? The best part of my day is when I get to come home to you and the kids waiting for me. I want all of you forever. I promise Iâll love you twice as much on days that you donât love yourself. When weâre old and gray and we look like raisins, Iâll let you go first so you wonât have to spend a single day alone. Iâllââ He stops when you let out a teary giggle, no bite in his voice at all when he says, âPlease donât laugh at me during my big romantic speech.âÂ
It only makes you laugh harder, though itâs just as emotional. If you focus on the other part of his sentence, youâll only crumble into a million pieces right here. âHow very romantic of you to include the visual of us as raisins in your speech.â
Minho rolls his eyes â fondly, of course. When he pretends to squirm away from you, you tug him back by the collar of his shirt to plant an apologetic kiss on his lips which he eagerly accepts.
âPlease continue,â you say, smiling against his mouth. âTell me all the ways that youâll love me.â
âYou ruined it. I retract my proposal,â he grumbles, but his arms betray his words when they tighten around your frame, holding you close to him to steal another kiss. Then another, and another, until your faces are wet with tears and you realize that youâre both crying.
âIâm sorry,â you say through sniffles and tears. âPlease keep going.â
âMake it up to me first.â
âHow?â
âMarry me,â he repeats a final time. âIâll give you a better speech on our wedding day.â
Years and years from now, when youâre old and gray and look like raisins â as he so poetically put it â youâll remember this moment down to every miniscule detail. How the catsâ peace is disturbed by your tearful giggles and the strange look they give you before wandering out of the room, in favor of somewhere without two crying idiots. How the record starts skipping but neither of you can be bothered to do anything about the obnoxious sound. How the material of his shirt feels when you bunch the fabric in your hands because you need to kiss him, need him to be as close as humanly possible.
Youâll remember the sob that he hiccups when you tell him through choked up whispers, âYes, Iâll marry you,â and how his lips feel when they tremble against your skin. Youâll remember the way he holds onto you like a lifeline, because heâs always been your salvation for as long as youâve known him. Youâll remember what happens after, later that night when he finally slips the ring onto your finger. The words he whispers into the crook of your neck, âYou mean the world to me,â and the emotions in his voice when you both realize this is the start of the rest of forever.
Youâll remember everything, all of it, every clumsy touch and every graceless kiss. Ugly crying on the floor and yet, itâs more perfect than anything you can ever dream of.
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SULLied MINd
Male Reader x Kim Minju, Seol Yonna (Sullyoon)
Length: 10.228 words
Tags: art-project all nighter turns threesome, secret crushes, softly making out, stripping, striptease, shy to bold, double blowjob, worshiping cock and balls, cunnilingus, fingering, clit play, facial, cumsluts, virginity taken, missionary, sweat, stocking kink, riding, rimming, stand and carry, cum drinking, lots of perverted thoughts, lucky!you
TW: I barely finished this in time, so the editing is not that in depth lol
Inspiration: Minju and Sullyoon just go together very well, dunno if @sinswithpleasure was the first to give this idea, but the pairing definitely comes from The Bunker... the rest is my own craziness
(A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVORITE GIRL! Happy Minju day to everyone, I hope you enjoy this fic which was supposed to be like around 4-5k...)
âNo, you gotta put it in here, not in there!â
âI-I canât, my hand is too big for the hole.â
âThen try using your fingers, that should work.â
âEh, okay, but you need to hold onto the legs, otherwise itâll fall over.â
âLet me get in between theâah, Minju, watch out! Now my hand is all white.â
âOops, Sorry.â
The struggle behind you is real, the struggle in front of youâthe unfinished essay due tomorrow that isâis real too, but those spoken words cannot be real. You know exactly what Minju and Sullyoon are referring to when talking about white stuff and holes and size. After all, they are working hard to wrap up the project all of you have procrastinated on for so long and itâs bound to be a mess.
You start to trip over your own unspoken words. The lewdness in your mind is unfathomable, a mess can be a mess without mess being the wild, chaotic, imaginary sex that seems to creep into your brain more and more.
No, focus. Itâs just a mess because Sullyoon and Minju still donât know how to put together the human-sized post-modern sculpture of a robot made from cardboard, newspapers and glueâwhite glue, that drips from Sullyoonâs hand as she tries to shove a painted cardboard cylinder intoâ
You did it again. Your thoughts are betraying you.
âWhat are you looking at?â Sullyoon nags, when she spots your dreamy gaze on her hand. Wait, are you drooling? What the fuck is happening?
âN-nothing, nothing,â you quickly turn around and look at the pathetic pile of words that neither make sense nor reach the required minimum amount to pass. âItâs just thatâyou two are too loud, I canât concentrate.â
Minju throws you a concerned look, while Sullyoon aggressively wipes her hands on a paper towel and hits you over the head with a piece of cardboard. Now thereâs some stickiness in your hair
âOh yeah? Youâre still the furthest behindâIâll do the writing, I canât build for shitâthatâs what you said and you are still not finished.â
âSully, please, donât scream,â Minju groans and gets on her knees in between the sculptures legs, her head on level with what could be its crotch. âLetâs just focus, okay? Can you give me the, uhm, white stuff? I need to fix the butt.â
And now Minju is spreading glue all over theâitâs better you look away and focus on the task ahead. The essay should go over all the different periods of, uhm. Or maybe the various stages during, some-thing? Perhaps the teacher wants a concise summary of how you came up with the idea and created the illusion of Sullyoon sticking her fingers in Minjuâs pussy and making her face contort intoâ
âYouâre drooling!â Sullyoon shouts and hits you again.
âSully, please!â Minju tries to calm the situation down.
âWhat? Can I not be angry that this lazy ass is just daydreamingââ
âSully, language! And stop screaming!â
âYouâre both screaming and shouting, how should I concentrate?â
âYouââ
Sullyoon is about to throw hands. Though they both might give off a similar reserved, kind, beauty vibe to the unsuspecting outsider, Sullyoon and Minju are quite different. It shows now more than ever, when Sullyoon slams her fist on the desk next to you and stares you down into the chair, while Minju sits on her bed, one leg crossed over the other, head lowered in defeat and annoyance.
âStand up,â Sullyoon orders, her grip on your biceps harsh, as if she tried to scar you with her nails. âIâll do it, save the project while you can fuck off.â
âThe fuck?â you shout back, face angry. Sullyoonâs hand is slapped away and youâre about to fight more if she doesnât back off. âYou wonât do anything, and donât curse at me. Who do you think you are?â
âGuysââ
âOh my God, youâre unbelievable!â Sullyoon interrupts Minju and opens her adorable eyes wide in rage. âYouâre gonna fail us with thatâpathetic excuse of a text.â
âIt would be better if you could keep your mouth shut, Sullyoon, and let me finish this in peace. Also, the robot is still not upright. If he falls over, Miss Kwon will rip our heads off.â You can barely hold yourself together. The only positive thoughts for Sullyoon, if you can call them that, are the lewd ones, those imagining her naked, her navel exposed, her pussy bare.
âGuys, Iâ!â
âOh and thatâs my fault? I bet your drool will make it unstable. I swear if you turn around one more timeââ
âThen what? Youâll beat me, assault me? I think Miss Kwon wonât give you a better grade thenââ
An ear-shattering boom. The door is shut, the door to Minjuâs roomâMinju, who is not with you anymore. For such a kind and bubbly girl, this fight must have killed her. She was the one suggesting that you all do the project at her place, with her parents out of town. She made cookies beforehand and had something planned for dinner too.
âI-I think we overdid it,â Sullyoon sums it up with an usually soft whisper and you nod in shame. Minju has been nothing short of an excellent host for the two of you.
Suddenly, Sullyoonâs phone rings. She doesnât get time to answer it however, as the caller seems to end the call within a moment's notice.
âIâll be out, gimme a second,â Sullyoon says and runs to the door.
âSure.â She didnât even hear that, thatâs how quiet your voice was. Outside, you hear Sullyoon hurrying down the stairs. There is turmoil in your head about what you ought to do. Should you just sit here and wait for them to come back? Is it better if you go downstairs as well, apologize to Minju, so the three of you can continue with the project? Should you continue alone, perhaps?
You decide on option four: sneak towards the door, carefully open it and then lay low while trying to pick up what they are talking about. They surely arenât fighting anymore, but their voices are loud enough for you to clearly hear every word.
âIt was stupid of me, okay? Can we go back upstairs and finish our sculpture?â Sullyoon asks with loving care.
âI-I donât know if I can,â Minju sniffles. âThis was embarrassing.â
âWhat do you mean? You werenât embarrassing, we were. This fight wasââ
âNo, you donât get it, Sully!â
Now things seem to get heated. You can hear Minju jumping up from a chair, while Sullyoon gasps.
âThen explain it to me, Minju!â
âOkay, screw it.
âI like him, okay? Two years, I have waited two years for us to finally be in a projectâand now you two are fighting! You are ruining my chances with him!â
The silence is deafening. If you werenât lying prone on the floor already, your knees would have collapsed and you wouldâve landed in the same spot anyways. What a revelation! For the first time in your life, you believe that either your ears are deceiving you or that youâre in the most lucid dream imaginable. Never before has a girl had feelings for youâ
âThis canât be real,â Sullyoon suddenly laughs out loud. âYou like this guy?â
âWha-what do you mean?â Minju hisses back, whiny, like sheâs about to cry. âHe is very-very handsome a-and Iâve seen his abs. He is also smart, have you heard him talk about history? Itâs so attractive.â
âYeah, of course I have, he is like talking non-stop in history class.â Sullyoonâs tone has shifted from shocked and dismissive to a bit dreamy, almost like she is admiring you. âAnd the way he pronounces all these foreign words, or how he gives it his all in PEââ
âWait a minute,â Minju interjects and you can hear the grin as it forms on her face. âYou like him too, Sully!â
âNot anymore, not after his lazy ass didnât do a damn thing during our project.â Another second of silence, then both of them start laughing hysterically, one is stomping on the floor, the other tries to cover her mouth to muffle the loudness.
Youâve heard enough. No, seriously. At this point, you could die happily. Two of the prettiest girls in the entire school like you and both of them are in your project group which will surely last until the next morning at your current pace. What else could you want more? Countless guys would kill to have such an opportunity.
But you want more.
âCrazy, we have the same crush. Oh, have you seen the pictures of his abs?â Minju asks excitedly after the two have finished their laughing fit.
âNo, but I was about to ask: how did you get those?â Sullyoon gasps again and then giggles while both start to whisper. The whispers are too quiet, you can barely pick up any syllables. This marks the perfect moment to get back in front of the PC so they wonât catch you eavesdropping when they come back up. It also gives you time to think about what you want to do.
The image of them and their crush on you hasnât fully settled yet, however, youâre already planning how this night might continue, what might happen, what you should say. Unlike during exams, you donât feel pressure or tension thatâs about to crush youâthere is just excitement and a feeling of being loved.
âHey, we-we are back,â Minju says a few minutes later, her face all red when she enters her room. Sullyoon follows after her, her hair a bit messier than before. Unlike Minju, she is able to hide her feelings for you quite well, now that you know.
âHey,â you respond with a soft voice. âLook, Minju, Iâm so sorry about earlier. I shouldâve done my job. I wonât let you guys down this time, I promise. Sullyoon, if you want to, you can write the text. Sorry that I was so rude earlier.â
âI-itâs fine.â Both their voices seem to break when you stand up and give each an apologetic bow. With your new knowledge, you assume that this is a good sign, like selecting the correct dialogue option in a video game.
âAre you sure you want to switch, though?â Sullyoon asks and you nod.
âItâs settled then.â Minju grabs a wrist from you and a wrist from Sullyoon and has this adorable, bright smile on her beaming face. âLetâs not fight anymore and finish this dang project!â
âYou are absolutely right, Minju!â you gleefully say. âYou two are pretty awesome, so Iâll give it my all.â
Both their breaths pick up in pace; who would have thought that you could make the hearts of girls flutter with just a bright, sunshine smile. Sullyoon and Minju quickly dive back into work, ears still red, and you pretend to be completely unaware. Unaware of their feelings, unaware of their hopes, unaware of theirâpotentially sullied thoughts.
But could those two angelic looking girls really have the same impurities in their minds as you do? Can it match your fantasies of one of them admitting their love to you tonight, you kissing, cuddling and fucking secretly in the bathroom, while the other continues to work on the project? Maybe they have similar thought, but did they ever considerâ
âCan you, uhm, hand me the, ehââ Minju stutters and taps her temple in thought. She looks adorable doing so.
âDo you need the model? Some cardboard? Scissors?â you ask back but Minju shakes her head, a bit abashed that she lacks the focus to say which item she needs. Thinking of scissors, your fantasy does not stop at some one-onâone lovemaking. Youâd want the other to join, all three of your tongues in a make out session while your hand is in the back of their panties. You want to fondle their butts and hear them moan before they would scissor, their wet pussies rubbing up and down your manhood until you explode.
âI need the⊠white stuff.â
âYou need the white stuffâfrom me?â
A quiet whisper, Sullyoon could not have picked it up. Minju halts for a second, then her face turns beet red and she hides it behind her palms, while her eyes keep looking at your awfully-well played innocent expression. Worriedly, you reach for her face and Minju gasps. What does she expect? Certainly not what follows.
âOh, there is some glue in your hair, Minju. Guess we should wash out the white stuff~â
With that said, you grab her hand and pull her out of her bedroom. To the surprise of Sullyoon, whose questions go unheard, you and Minju enter the upper floor bathroom. There you immediately find a wet towel and start to rub Minjuâs hair, and with every second that you dishevel her hair, you also seem to dishevel her mind.
Minju is perplexed, trembling, unable to react to you, especially when you inch closer and really focus on that annoying spot. The two of you forgot to turn on the bathroom lights, so there is only the dim moonlight to reveal to you the absolute dream that are Minjuâs eyes: full of love, uncertainty and want.
âI think I got it out,â you finally whisper and drop the towel. âSorry for messing up your hair.â
Minju smiles softly: âN-no, thank you. You might have saved it, a-actually.â
âMinjuââ A moment of silence, full of purpose, of tension, but you bask in it. You can hear Minjuâs heart racing and if youâre honest, the muscle in your chest is pumping like crazy as well. âYou, you are very beautiful, one of the prettiest girls on this planet.â
âRe-really!?â
âYes. I wish I could
âKiss your lips; they look so soft.â
They are so soft, no doubt about it, especially when they accept you so willingly at first and then wonât let go when you try to pull back a little. Minju is on cloud nine and she wants to stay. Her adorable hands hold onto your sleeves, while you hold the back of her head securely in the palm of your hand. There is no tongue movement, there is no tongue movement needed, because it all comes together for herâ
A fairy tale moment, out of nowhere, for the girl with her crush.
But your play isnât over. After a short while, you regretfully remove yourself from her lips and continue to hold her close, hand on the small of her back. When you look down you are greeted by a lookâthis look of mesmerized love, with teary eyes of joy and panting lips of desire on Minjuâs flawless features. How could you want more?
This is how mankind moves forward: by wanting what they donât yet have.
âMinju,â you take a deep breath and close your eyes. âIâbefore we continue, and I really do want toâI have to tell you something.â
âY-yes?â
âI like you, I really, really like you.
âBut you know how multiple people can have the same crush? I, my heart, has this issue thatâI, I like multiple people! I can never escape it, there is nothing I can do. That doesnât mean that my love isnât realâI just want to be honest with you.â
Minju, in the midst of all these surprises and twists and turns for her, looks surprisingly calm and nods carelessly. Of course she is a bit dazed, after all, your lips were just on hers and she can take them back just by getting on her toes, but this should still be a bit weird for her. At least, that is what you assumed.
âI-I donât care,â she suddenly blurts out and her arms wrap around you tightly. âWhy should I judge you? There are probably so many pretty girls out there. I-Iâm just happy that you⊠noticed me.â
âAre you for real?â In a sudden surge of happiness, you lift Minju up and spin her around. âYou are so wonderful, I know why I fell in love with you.â
This should wrap up your Oscar performanceâwell, itâs already beyond that. At this point the feelings for Minju feel more than just acted. How could they not? She is gorgeous, light, her lips are tender, her character adorable and you cannot escape what your heart is telling you: love her, because she loves you.
There is however stillâ
âPl-please! Please love me too!â
A loud scream, and Sullyoon bursts into the room. You may not be able to see the correct colors of her face, but you know she is either pale because Minju âstoleâ you from her or she is red all over because she thinks there is a chance, a tiny chance that you also like her. Nonetheless, all these thoughts become irrelevant, because Minju almost collapses from shock. You catch her before she is able to hit her head on the sink.
The bathroom door still rattles, but the three of you just stare at one another, eyes wide open. The situation is so absurd, you must be dreaming, dead or in heavenâall at the same time, Minjuâs entire existence is in your arms and Sullyoon seems willing to join her. She is close, her hands folded as if she is begging for your love. Her breath is hot, right in your face and so unsteady.
âSullyoon.â Minjuâs voice is faint, not even a whisper, but itâs loud. Itâs both a statement and a question, a question directed at you. Is this what you were talking about earlier? Could it really be that the two who have a crush on you, would not have to fight? To put it very simply: Do you love Sullyoon too?
At least tonight, you do.
âIâ
âI do, actually.â Those few words have you out of breath, before you can continue, Sullyoon has taken a spot in your arms next to Minju. The speed with which your dreams come true is mind boggling, but you play it cool and hold both of them close, an arm around each of their waists.
âYou mean it?â Sullyoon has never sounded this cute, not in class, not during breaks and definitely not tonight. Who can resist her with those pouty lips that adorn silky smooth, perfectly symmetrical features? âYou really like me?â
âYes, I do, I like you both. This, this has to be a dream.â
âWhat, uhm,â Minju stutters and looks at you, similar expression to Sullyoon, her eyes also beaming, her chin tilted towards youâtheir similarities become uncanny in this dimly lit bathroom. âWhat are we going to do now?â
âI donât know,â you whisper and smile.
âWe still have a project to finish,â Sullyoon sighs and puts her head against your chest, which does not make for a good pillow with its constant up and down movement and Minju right next to her.
âI never thought Iâd say this, but I think we should finish it. Letâs focus and then maybe our thoughts are a bit more⊠sorted.â Both girls nod, but it takes some more convincing before they let you go. The fear that they could lose you to the other makes them stay a bit longer until you have to push through them. Itâs a playful struggle, which is only resolved when the three of you go back to Minjuâs room.
All is quiet for a good, productive thirty minutes. The cardboard sculpture is finally painted and read to dry, the text only needs a few more tweaks, the project is in its final stage. All you can think about, however, are your groupmates, especially when your sight drifts away from the task ahead to their faces, their hands, their hips.
âMinju, can you help me?â Sullyoon groans. âI need to finish, this bottom part is so hard!â
âOf course, let me justâput this here and this into thatâdo you think it fits now?â
âIt still looks too big, donât you think? Maybe we should stretch itââ
âOr we could share it? I think if we both do it, it will be better.â
Hit yourself on your forehead, because the brain behind it once again can only think of the lewd. Minju and Sullyoon are trying their best to format this text and split it into fair portions for the presentationâyet all you think about is how they admire your big cock, share it in between their parted lips and then, Minju helps Sullyoon to go down on it with her throat.
After you are all covered in her spit, Sullyoon would grab your base and put it on Minjuâs folds, ease you into her and all kinds of moans would fill the room and alert all neighbors who are still awake.
âI think this is good,â Minju ultimately concludes and turns to you. âDo you want to take a look too?â
You shake your head. âUhm, no, Iâm sure itâs excellent. Wow, looks like we really finished it.â
âOkay, so.â Sullyoon spins around in her chair, hands hidden in between her thighs and everything vibrates. âAre we going to talk now about⊠our situation?â
âI think we are all adults, we can talk about it.â Minju fidgets a bit and looks at you. They are both waiting for you to say something, but you just smirk without a worry in the world and lay down on Minjuâs bed.
âSure, we can talk. Letâs be honest, be free. Donât care what the rest things, just
âTell me what you feel.â
Sullyoon pushes the chair closer to you with her feet and Minju sits down on her bed, less bold than Sullyoon, because her eyes are fixed on the other end of the mattress. You get her attention when you fingers lock with hers, but the first to speak up is Sullyoon.
âI think I have a crush on you. Two years ago it started and I canât explain why, butâyou grew very handsome during that time a-and youâre pretty smart, soââ
âI feel the same!â Minju suddenly shouts and her fingers squeeze yours tightly. âAnd sorry, I-I once took a picture of your, uhm, abs when you changed your shirt. It was stupid, Iâll delete it right nowââ
You laugh and pull Minju on top of you. Now her gaze cannot escape yours anymore and she has to see the true awe in your eyes. A natural awe for her beauty, her kindness and the way her honesty reveals all those secret feelings.
âDelete them if you like,â you hum and place the palm of Minjuâs hand on your abdomen while flexing your muscles. âBut you can take some more high quality pictures, if you want to.â
Jealousy overtakes a formerly hesitant Sullyoon and she pounces onto the bed next to you. Her hands are still hidden in between her thighs, but you can see that she wants to touch what Minju is already groping.
Sullyoon doesnât even have to ask. You grab her wrist and slowly guide it under your sweatshirt. Though she tries to act shocked and abashed, you can feel her digits roaming all over your abs greedily as she visibly drools. Minju had most of your attention until now. Now itâs Sullyoonâs turn to feel your love in the form of a wet kiss pressed right onto her already wet lips. Unlike Minju, she tries to go all in on the first go, but you quickly pull away with a chuckle and watch her eager tongue searching for your mouth.
âSully, open your eyes,â you softly laugh at her and drag a finger over her flushed, tender cheek as she does so. âDonât be scared, Iâm not going anywhere. If you are okay with it, I can love you both with all my heart.â
âI want to share you,â she says with determination and immediately contradicts her statement by lunging at you and starting a torrential kiss that has Minju hiding her face behind her long, cascading hair. Itâs all faux, because in the meantime, she has rolled up your sweatshirt to your chest. Gently she pokes your pecs and you giggle into the kiss with Sullyoon.
âGood to know we are all on the same page,â you finally voice your own feelings when Sullyoon backs off to catch her breath. âI think I could cuddle you both for the rest of the night and forget every worry, every task, every stupid responsibility ahead of us.â
Funny how your dreams come true, again. An arm around each of their waists, you pull Minju and Sullyoon deeper into the softness of pillows and blankets generously spread on Minjuâs mattress. Both your cheeks are quickly peppered with kisses, cute, hesitant ones from Minju, from chin to ear and wild, playful ones from Sullyoon, from the edge of your collarbone to your lips. She seals them again and this time you can hear Minju become jealous with a loud huff.
This back and forth of envy, you see no way to disrupt it anytime soon. Come to think of it, maybe you donât want to. This dynamic pushes them further to reveal more of their love, so give them what they want. You are theirs to love and play withâbut you will play with them too.
âMinju,â you say, your voice purposefully low and more serious than before. âYou have such amazing hips. They are wide and look so perfect on you.â
You turn towards her and reach for the top of her skirt. Insert a couple fingers into it and let them glide along the waistband until you reach the outermost point of her hips. Minju tenses up when you begin to grab her hips, the skin of your palms right on her underwear, slipped into her skirt. You pull her even closer and she is back to holding onto your sleeves.
âSuch nice hips.â Rub them, and Minju starts to rub herself on you, face on your bare chest and crotch on your thigh. Speaking of thighs, Sullyoon might have felt neglected for a second, so you find her mouth with ease and bully her tongue with yours while putting a hand on her inner thigh. Sullyoon shrieks the more you touch her jeans-clad legs, no matter if you go down to where her calves begin or if you go up to where her pussy is aching.
âWow, Sully, your legs, your thighs are fantastic. I bet they are very soft.â
âT-touch them more, please,â Sullyoon softly whimpers and you nod. Minju is too enamored with her own thighs around yours, she does not realize her friend popping open her jeans and sliding them down. Your hesitation, your careful planning gets thrown out of the window when you slide your hand over her soft skin and go to bite her lips.
âThey are the softest, damn, I could knead them all day long.â Your hot breath mixes with Sullyoon when you go from some basic thigh stimulation to cupping her sex and pressing your palm on her covered clit. âYour panties are cute too~â
No time to focus on Sullyoonâs embarrassed face, because Minjuâs takes your entire view. You try to kiss her mouth but she backs off, even climbs off the bed and stands next to it. Both her hands firmly grasps the hem of her skirt, her knuckles turn whiteâthatâs how hard she grabs it while her voice sounds absolutely love drunk:
âI-I have cute panties too,â she complains and lifts her skirt up, higher than you thought she would dare to. Not only you, her crush, that can see this most private part, but her friend can as well. Your eyes are glued to the small, pink garment with its tiny wet spot at the front, very cute indeed, maybe even cuter than Sullyoonâs baby blue panties which at this point become ruined on your hand.
âThey are really cute, Minju.â You smile, she cracks a small smile. âI did not know you two had such lewd minds and wild fantasies.â
âCan we see y-your underwear now?â Sullyoon avoids your statement with a pout while simultaneously confirming it. Minju joins her nods, skirt still held high, her panties just a bit wetter at the thought of you. âYes, please, we-we want to see it, itâs only fair!â
âHm, how about a deal then, my two lewd girlfriends: Iâm all yours, you can undress me and play with me until you are satisfied, but first you give me a show. I want you two undressing each other slowly. Sounds like a deal?â
At this point, everything is so out of control, you might as well ask for a favor that usually would get you kicked out. After all, this isnât porn, not every girl is into girls and into threesomes, but Minju and Sullyoon have shown to be so needy for you, their libido will take over all reasoning. To no surprise, both only hesitate for a second.
âIâm okay with that,â Sullyoon whispers. âYou too, Minju?â She leaves the spot in your arm and walks behind her friend. âAre you okay with me touching you?â
âS-sure.â They both get into it quickly. Minju drops her arms and lets them dangle while her needy face is directed at you. Sullyoon makes sure you can see her fingers play with the waistband of Minjuâs skirt, just like you did, and she teases you by only pulling down one side, then the other. Itâs only when you groan in disapproval that she moves upwards and pulls Minjuâs sweatshirt over her head.
You totally expected a bra behind this comfy, cotton barrier, but no: Minju is wearing a white shirt underneath and the tease just continues. Sullyoon finds the lowest button first and works her way up, sending chills down Minjuâs spine.
An amazing midriff, toned abs around a cute little navel; you canât help but ogle when Sullyoon presses her fingers into them and gasps in surprise. No words need to be spokenâthatâs probably how Minju likes it more as well. She struggles to relax, especially when the final button pops and her shirt opens like curtains to reveal her bra, the same color as her panties, erect nipples visible through the thin garment.
âMay I?â Sullyoon asks, basically blowing the question into Minjuâs ear as her hands already fiddle with the clasp of the bra. The sound of silence is nothing but hot breaths and the faint creaking of Minjuâs bed as you adjust yourself to get closer with her still-covered breasts.
Still covered.
Still covered.
âO-okay,â Minju whispers, whines, it doesnât matter, you finally get to see her upper body in all its glory, and you find glory to be an understatement: her breasts are perfectly symmetrical, not saggy but quite perky and a bit smaller than your hands. You could cover them up and knead them without much effort; it takes effort however to not look absolutely overwhelmed as your dreamy eyes focus on erect nipples and round arolae.
âWhat do you think?â Sullyoon asks the question with an answer that is obvious but hard to put into words.
âMinju, your body looksâŠ
â... very, very hot. I-Iâve never seen something so flawless.â
âAnd you havenât even seen whatâs behind this~â Sullyoonâs voice is sultry as she taps Minjuâs skirt. She once again teases you, her smooth hand under the skirt and once you hear Minju shriek, you know what she is about to do.
Sullyoon removes those stained panties, while Minju still wears her skirt. The miniscule petite underwear wraps around her ankles while her dainty digits wrap around the hem of her skirt. At this point, your drool cannot be held back. You need to see her most private place.
âLet, let me do it!â Minju says with confidence and as if sheâs as impatient as you are, pulls the skirt up and shuts her eyes. Sullyoon chuckles lightly and gets a hold of Minjuâs hips, while you are about to dive into those wet folds, small and pink and definitely untouched. You notice a small strip of hair above her clit which looks like it should twitch at any moment. Minjuâs visible arousal becomes your visible arousal and before you can end the teasing session and start a new session, Sullyoon interrupts you:
âShouldnât Minju undress me now?â
âWhaâoh⊠yeah, sure,â you respond and hold your horny horses. Minju looks a bit dazed when she drops the skirt and opens her eyes again. You help her gain focus by reaching for her hands and holding them. âNothing to be ashamed of, Minju, you are perfect down there as well.â
âRe-really?â
âYes, Iâd never lie to the girls I love.
âNow, why donât you help Sullyoon get out of those⊠tight jeans?â
Sullyoon smirks. Without you noticing it, she pulled her pants back up and made sure that they showed the outline of her shapely butt. She is a tease like no one before or after; fortunately, Minju seems to not get what teasing is about: with you still right beside her, she puts all her strength at pulling the denim downâthe denim and Sullyoonâs panties.
âEh, what are youâMinju!â Sullyoon complains loudly.
âSo-sorry, did I do it wrong?â
âYou, you were too fast!â The shyness returns to Sullyoonâs face as she buries it in the crook of her arm.
âNo reason to fight,â you ease the flames of conflict burning before you. âI think Minju did a great job and your butt is great, Sullyoon.â
âNo, donât say that, itâs too big!â
âIâm gonna say it again.â You emphasize your words with a good squeeze on both her cheeks while Minjuâs wide eyes are on the dumpy before her. âYou have a fantastic butt, not too big, definitely not too small, perfect.â
Your kneading hands leave Sullyoon a mewling mess, speechless, even as Minju goes and undresses her further. Itâs all a lot quicker, the top is removed easily, the bra falls with a simple click and Sullyoon is the first to be fully nude. She stops your continued handsy attacks on her ass with a spin around. Unlike Minju, her pussy is freshly shaven and her entire body looks like it was made just for this moment.
âSomeone is prepared,â you say with a smile and drag a finger up her midriff to her tits which are nice handfuls of their own, similar in size and shape to Minjuâs.
âYou are mean,â Sullyoon pouts and suddenly starts to embrace you. You gasp. Her body is almost scorching hot. âI waited so long for this.â
âI bet you couldnât look better. No dream, no imagination can make your body look any sexier.â
âThank you, Iâm glad you like it.â
The sound of someone crawling onto the bed gets your attention. Minju lays next to you, her skirt finally kicked away and she stretches her arms forward in search of your embrace. That poor girl is desperate, however, you don't make it to her before Sullyoon unzips your pants.
âItâs only fair if we get to see you too, right, Minju?â Sullyoon asks, her tone making it clear that the answer cannot differ from her needs.
âShould I strip for you too?â you say with a witty smile, but Minju comes to Sullyoonâs aid.
âEnough teases, IâI can barely think!â
The striptease must have set something in motion within Minju: her shyness is only apparent on her fully red cheeks, her hands have already taken a different path. Boldly, they yank down both your pants and briefs in strong pulls, past your erection, which comes back swinging at her. Minju dodges it, because she canât stop looking at Sullyoon behind you, arms resting on your shoulder, lips suckling at your neck.
âSo big!â Minju canât hold back her shock and awe at the shape, the bend, the size.
âYeah,â Sullyoon dreamily adds. âWe really have to share him from now on.â
Things are out of control. Every further plan of slowly getting to your dream threesome scenario are useless, laughable, when both your new lovers shove you down into the mattress and somehow find space on and in between your legs to intently stare at and past your phallus. Minju and Sullyoon are often not on the same page, sometimes polar opposites in class, but tonight they are more than united.
While Minju is in awe at how you throb and seemingly still grow into the air, Sullyoon eagerly spits into her hand and slowly spreads her saliva on your shaft. The thoughtfulness, carefulness and softness of her fingers make every pump of hers fade into absurdity. Right from the get go, Sullyoonâs handjob is already on the level of jerking yourself off.
âHave you ever done this, Minju?â
âN-no, never. Not even close.â
âIâonly have with not real dicks.â The two blush, but there is no need to intervene. Unlike in most classes, they are eager to study for themselves, learn new tricks and test them on you.
âHow about you start down at his⊠sac, while I go from the top?â Sullyoon suggests and Minju nods. However, you still see hesitance in her eyes, probably because she is afraid of screwing things up or making it awkward.
âThey are full for you, Minju,â you softly coo and brush her hair as she almost puts her lips on them. Okay, maybe she needs the tiniest of pushing to finallyâ âPut your lips on them, give them a kiss. Nothing to be afraid of.â
Sullyoon is definitely not afraid. She wraps her mouth around your cockhead and begins to twirl her tongue around it. The taste of your precum must have urged her on, because she hums happily and sucks loudly. Itâs like your cock is the straw in her favorite drink, that's how aggressively she sucks and her eyes roll into the back of her head. Meanwhile Minju sneakily tries to find the best spot to wrap her lips around your crown jewels, her adorable expression unpurified when she decides to go for it.
âOh fuck!â you groan and your body arches involuntarily. More of your manhood is pressed onto their faces, into their eagerly drooling holes; it makes you wonder if you even need their pussies if this already feels so heavenly. The eagerness and playfulness of Sullyoon paired with the gentleness and sweetness of Minju makes for a double blowjob that could drain you embarrassingly fast.
Something inside your stomach tells you to just release it. Let them suck, let them play, until you just release it all over them without worry in deep bliss. Before that happens, you have to get back at them. It would be quite the disappointing night if this was your only load and they wouldnât have any stimulation until then. You have to come up with a plan, while Sullyoon pops you from her mouth with a deep moan.
âMinju, letâs switch,â she suggests. âHe tastes really good, you have to try it. Donât worry about the size, I couldnât take it either.â
âOh, okay, his, his balls are quite hard. Does this mean they are full?â
âFuck, yes,â you interrupt their horny conversation, ready to announce your plan. A plan that will surely distract you and them to the point all of you will have the best of fun. âAfter youâve switched, how about you turn your butts towards me? Youâre doing a fantastic job, I want to return the favor.â
They lock eyes, then look at you and nod. Sullyoon has this grin on her lips, as if she canât wait for your fingers and tongue on her labia. Minju, again, might look quite abashed, but she is quicker than Sullyoon when it comes to showing you her behind. The sight of her bare ass, tiny pink pussy and thighs spilling out of black stockings has you drooling, almost neglecting Sullyoonâs equally remarkable offer.
Sadly, you only have one tongue and so you dive into Minjuâs cunt first. In what has to be the most mind-melting moment in her life, the beautiful girl sucks in your addictive taste while for the first time, someone touches her virgin sex. Minju moans around your length while you lick all the way from her clit to her asshole in long quick swipes. You watch her body tremble and decide to put an arm around it so she doesnât sway away from your mouth, which digs into her sensitive folds.
Speaking of sensitive folds, your other hand has found more of those. Sullyoonâs innie, beautifully smooth, spills wetness forth and guides you to the well-lubricated entrance. You donât even have to see anything to slip your middle finger inside her. Sullyoon gasps and nuzzles her soft cheek against your balls, while a little bit higher, Minju has lost all shame.
âYummy, yummy,â she babbles every half second when your cock leaves her mouth. The two of you seem to share the same thought: These perverted fluids are delicious, I better get as much as I can.
In your mutual delight, Sullyoon momentarily rips you out of it, just to make things even better. She bunches up Minjuâs hair in a hand and starts to put her lips on Minjuâs. Their tongues battle, luckily your tip is there to separate them, though it does not want peace: it wants all out war.
For this brilliant idea, you decide to switch and bury your face in Sullyoonâs ass then quickly move to her cunt and pierce it open with your wet muscle, the same muscle Minjuâs twitching hole misses. She has to finish on your hand, so you decide to twirl her exposed clit in between your fingers.
The greatest trio in the world's most renowned orchestra could not compare to the harmonies your different moans produce. They are unfiltered, not played for a camera, not exaggeratedâbut still so loud, booming, climactic, when Sullyoon shutters. Her juices gush into your mouth, more when she leans back and presses her pussy on your face.
Minju follows quickly, almost sitting on and riding your hand as it lays there, fingers tapping upwards, against her nub. Her orgasm is not as wet, but you feel the bed shake when she cums and seemingly goes to another reality. Youâre glad she physically stays, her tongue still eager at your slitâand Sullyoon is on the other side, making out with her and your cockhead.
You're incredibly hard, an iron-like rod, a tip that is purple and sensitive yet absolutely numb and only begging for what might as well be the best and final release. The thought of this ever happening again does not cross your mind, a void of nothing but pleasure. You have to give it your all now and so you buckle upwards in between their sandwiching lips and explode without warning.
âFuuuck,â Sullyoon groans. Minju yelps, a high pitch as she still rides out her own orgasm on your palm. Your first is bombastic, a shot up in the air that rains down on their faces while the rest is equally distributed on their tender cheeks, silky lips, hot tongues. No need to mention that a lot ends up in places where the clean up will be more annoying: hair, bedsheets, even clothes have stains of white on them.
Who cares, really? Not Minju, who still laps up what leaks out of your aching, overstimulated cock. Not Sullyoon, who is out of breath and uses your thigh as a pillow. Certainly not you who literally passed out for a second and only returns because Minju sucks too strongly.
âOuch, fuck, Min-Minju it hurtsââ
âYou tasht sho good, I want more.â
âThen, ahhh, get it from Sullyoonâs face, I-I donât have anything anymore.â
Minju listens and obidies, unable to remember her shy nature when she sucks on Sullyoonâs skin to get all of your spunk off of her. Sullyoon is unfazed, mewling a bit before finding your gaze. She smirks and suddenly, the tip of her index finger touches your balls.
âYou're lying,â she whispers. âYou have at least one more in you.â
âI-I donât think so.â Shake your head to emphasize your words, but Sullyoon emphasizes her belief more thoroughly by pumping from your base up. Slow strokes to keep the pressure in it, she makes sure to keep her mouth a literal breath away, a hot breath that takes your breath away. Your eyelids shutter.
âAre you sure he can keep going?â Minju cutely asks, the final remnants of cum she collected from Sullyoonâs forehead on her finger which she promptly puts in her mouth and cleans thoroughly. âI could really go for another.â
âDonât you want him to take your virginity?â Sullyoonâs question somehow has the blush return to Minjuâs ears, she turns around abashed. Itâs unbelievable: a second ago, she was the biggest cumslut, now she is afraid of what feels like a logical next step if it werenât forâŠ
âWe canât, Sully,â you say and reach for both their heads and pat them. âNot going to do it if we donât have condoms, and maybe we should take some time? This is all a bitââ
âCrazy?â Sullyoon climbs off the bed and searches through her backpack, to the confusion of both you and Minju. It takes her a while to find what she is looking for, so you enjoy seeing her ass in the squatting position. âIs it crazy that I have these?â
She throws you a pack of condoms. You blink.
âIs it crazy that I want you to take my virginity tonight?â Sullyoon sneaks back like a predator, adorable looking, dangerously feeling up your thigh to your once again hard length. You donât let her have her way, grab her wrists and look at Minju.
âYou are crazy. Look in whose bed we are! Minju, what doââ
âI-Iâm fine with it!â Minju cups her cheeks and her gaze canât fix on either your or Sullyoonâs face. âI can give you privacy, if you want.â
âDonât be ridiculous,â Sullyoon laughs. âYou should join us. Iâd let you go first, if you want.â She licks her lips and even with her arms being held down by you, she gets her flat tummy to rub on your manhood, close to her heat which you can no longer resist.
âIâll get some water, you⊠do you.â Minjuâs words are hastily spoken, her sentence finished when she is already out of the door. This settles it for you. Youâre going to fuck Sullyoon; her first time is yours and the way she rips open the wrapping of the first condom leaves no doubt in your mind:
This girl loves you and wants you now.
âHow do you want it?â you ask and roll the thin, barely-there rubber down your cock.
âI want you to push in me, push my body into the bed, slowly at first. Be careful until I tell you to go faster. Fuck me, hug me, do it so good and hard that I forget that there was ever a time where you didnât love me.â
âSoundsâ
Let go of her wrists and Sullyoon lets her amazing body fall into the cushions. Her lewd expression shifts; nervousness, only a little, seriousness, a little moreâthrill, endless amounts of thrill. The same counts for you.
ââgood. Spread your legs for me, Sullyoon. Breathe and relax.â
Those wonderful legs not only spread for you, they actually wrap around you, their smoothness suddenly suffocating and now itâs you who needs to breathe. Your cock slips into her so easily, your tip parts her, enters and if it werenât for her wince you wouldâve gone hilt deep right away. Sullyoonâs eagerness momentarily comes to a halt as she realizes that you are a bit different from her toys.
âWow,â she mumbles mindlessly. âYouâre so wide and hard and warmânothing like a⊠aâŠâ
âLike a dildo?â you tease her and gradually drag your tip along her walls and then out of the blissful heat. Her legs make sure to push you back in and now she is even tighter. Sullyoon wants you to stay, you canât leave without your permission. âTell me when it hurts.â
âActuallyââ
Her digits find your nape and pull you down to where her lips pucker.
ââI want you to hammer your cock into me now. Mold my pussy in its shape. Hold back only if I say stop.â
âGot it.â Kiss her lips. âI love you, Sully.â
Sometimes, you need to let go and let the reckless abandon of lust take over your body. Your hips become a tool for pleasure, as they gyrate, then move back and forth to bury your length deeper in Sullyoonâs cunt. Then you copy and paste their movements and repeatedly do them with your tongue as well to the point your new girlfriend desperately clings to you. Itâs not only the sweat that sticks to you; her entire being keeps you glued down.
You pump, pump, pump into Sullyoon until you notice her eyes rolling back into her head whenever you hit that spot. The sweet spot that will eventually make her cum. Good thing that you already blew a load and that all your sensitivity has subsidedâit gives you the power that makes you feel like a superhero, a superhuman. You will not stop at anything, you want to make her cum with just your dick and so you have to fuck harder.
âOh God, youâre so big, so fucking big and perfect,â Sullyoon moans. As a thank you, you place a hickey somewhere on her neck. In hindsight, a bad idea. All your classmates will see it, unless she wears turtlenecks from now on. âDonât stop, donât stop, youâre so good.â
âYour pussy, Sully, itâs, itâs so tight. Youâre choking me.â
âSpread me open more then, fuck, fuck, I want you to make me full.â
Hidden from the world, you place a hand on Sullyoonâs abdomen. Not to touch that tummy that alone can make boys fall instantly, though it feels nice to rub your fingers across itâno, your goal is further down, right above where your cock pounds into that wet cunt. Talk about wet, Sullyoonâs juices have spread everywhere, Minju will smell her friend in this room for days to come.
And talk about Minju: she has just returned, a huge bottle of water in her hand and eyes wide open. There is no shock at the sight of Sullyoon moaning and bending under the never ending attack of your hands, tongue and of course cock. Minju is more fascinated than anything else, you know she could watch for hours if only you didnât notice her.
âOh, hey,â you gasp in between groans, but your greeting is cut short by Sullyoonâs deafening scream.
âMinju, Minju, oh fuck, you have to try this. He is so good~
âYes! My clit, right there! Oh my God, Iâm going to cum, you make me c-cum!â
Sullyoon pulsates throughout her pussy, her arms, her fingers. Those pointy nails of hers dig painful bruises in your back while your blurry gaze tries to make out her face in haze, but all you see is the shape of her mouth being agape. Sheâs suddenly so quiet, except for her pussy, which tries to start your own orgasm. You wonât give it to her, not when Minju stands there, her stocking-clad thighs rubbing together, visibly stained with her nectar.
âYou guysâŠâ she whispers and watches closely as you pull out of Sullyoon and wipe away some beads of sweat that have formed on your temple. Youâre not a construction worker, but your work was hard and it paid off: Sullyoon could not be closer to heaven above the clouds, no skyscraper or airplane can take her there.
âCan I have some of that?â you weakly ask and point at the water bottle. Youâre quick to squeeze out a huge portion when Minju hands you the plastic container. From the corner of your eye you see Sullyoon, back from her crazy trip and you offer her some of the water. She rejects and suddenly, full of energy, jumps up and behind Minju.
âMinju, you have to try it.â Minju shrieks when Sullyoon places her hands on the hourglass body. âHe feels amazing, I know you will love it.â All her fingers carelessly drift down to where Minjuâs full thighs spill out of hr black thigh-highs.
âB-but didnât he, like, fi-finish in you? He must be exhausted.â Minjuâs excuse is met with a scoff from Sullyoon.
âLook at that thing.â Sullyoon points in between your legs. Thatâs right, youâre still solid and throbbing, aching to go for more. âHe is a stud, he can go forever. He will make you cum on your first time, Minju~â
âI-I donât know.â
âYou donât have to listen to her,â you tell Minju and take another sip from the bottle. âWe can do something else if you donât feel ready yet.â
Your words might be honest, but Minju does not get a fair chance to consider this other option. In front of her sits her crush, a guy with a big, super tasty cock. Behind her is a friend, mind controlled by lust, eager to share this big, super tasty cock. The sight of you teases her, Sullyoonâs hands on her hips, butt, crotch tease her. Can she really go for it now? Make this crazy night become nothing but madness, a story worth telling but no one will ever hear it?
âI want⊠you inside of me.â
âPerfââ
âI want you to cum inside of me!â
You gulp, thoughts tripping over each other. Even Sullyoon is perplexed and frozen. âR-really?â you both ask the still-virgin girl.
âNo, like, in-in a condom of course! I just want to know⊠that my pussy felt good for you, that I can make you cum. I donât want to get pregnant yet of courseâoh God, did you think that?â
âWellâŠâ
âDoesnât matter!â Sullyoon suddenly laughs this chaotic misunderstanding off and pushes Minju on your lap. âHere, Minju, put a new condom on his cock. We donât do creampies, but I totally get what you want.â
âIâm so sorry, that was a stupid thing to say,â Minju apologizes awkwardly, but you quickly forget about it when she expertly puts the rubber on your tip and has your entire phallus covered in no time. Her dainty fingers feel fantastic on your base, which she holds steady, awaiting you to do something with it. You canât make up your mind however: should you pick her up and throw her into the sheets to fuck her like Sullyoon? Maybe spin her around and fuck her doggy, ass up, that beautiful face buried in pillows as you burry yourself inside her for the first time?
Sullyoon helps you come up with a third solution. She grabs your wrists and firmly puts them on Minjuâs tiny waist and instinctively, you lift her up and over your cock. Minju looks down at your manhood and mewls, ready yet not ready to take it. Her starlit eyes, a few centimeters away, look down into yours and you swear you donât want to hurt. You have to do everything to make this the best thing for her.
Give Minju a firm kiss on her trembling lips as both you and Sullyoon gently place her entrance on your spear. At first, she is scared, her body tensing up, but with your warmth radiating on her warm folds, she suddenly seems eager. More and more inches disappear into her and you leave her lips to hear her ultimate moan when her virginity disappears.
âOuh, so big, so much, ahhh!â
âDoes it hurt?â you ask her.
âA-a bit, but itâs fineâSullyoon, what are you doing!? Donât look at it!â
Sullyoon kneels between your legs. When she breathes out through her nose, your balls feel her hot and horny breath. She completely ignores Minjuâs words and stares at how you leave and re-enter Minjuâs pussy. âMinju, this⊠this is the best sight! Trust me, it feels good when he goes faster. Your pussy will feel so good.â
âThis is embarrassing,â Minju mewls again, her hips firmly pushed down on your lap, almost the entirety of your cock inside her. You might not feel powerless in this position, not at all in fact, but you want this absolute beauty of a woman to do how she likes it. If she just wants to sit on you and slowly move her lower body in circles, thatâs fine, if she wants to ride you with heavy thrusts, that would be to die forâ
But Minju unexpectedly picks a third option. Seriously, these girls are full of surprises. She puts her hands on your shoulders while yours instinctively hover down to her hips and then she tightens around your cock again before moving up and down, up and down, up and down with perfect body control, at the same pace.
Minju rides you, fucks you, like she has done it a thousand times. You can hardly believe she never had a toy inside her. Every breath becomes more chaotic, her features disheveled, her tongue numb. It hangs out of her mouth, a perfectly ripe weak spot for you to attack. You suck on it, bully it in your mouth and Minju grabs your throat, accidentally choking you. No, no, she has to keep doing that. She has to suffocate you, with her pussy, with her fingers, with her stunning visuals as she fucks herself silly.
âSullyoon, fuck,â you both simultaneously curse when the forgotten girl starts to lick all the way from your perineum over to your cock and Minjuâs folds to Minjuâs butthole, then back down, as if it were the longest, tastiest lollipop. She is not irritated by all the sweat, the lewd juices and Minjuâs ass bouncing on your dickâSullyoon laps it all up and even giggles when she hears both of you struggle with the added pleasure.
Minju gradually loses speed, which is of course not bad, after all, her cunt still tries to suck your Sullyoon-kissed balls dry, but you notice how completely out of breath and overstimulated she seems. With unfocused puppy eyes she tries to apologize for her lack of stamina, but instead of lamenting, you find a quick solutionâa solution that sends Minju straight into her first ever crazy orgasm.
Hock your arms underneath her legs, securely hold her and stand up. Sullyoon gasps in surprise, her tongue still in Minjuâs ass, which suddenly shakes when you start to fuck. Minju screams in bliss, covers your crotch in girl cum as you lose your grip on reality but never your grip on her hips. Minju can barely hold onto your nape as you pound her and send orgasm after orgasm into her.
âAhhh, oh my God, itâs, itâs coming again!â
She deserves so many more so you steady your feet and thrust upwards harder, faster, gape her cunt wide open, all for Sullyoon to see. She remembers that you speared her open in a similar way, your cock hard and reckless. She starts to touch herself while sucking on whatever part of your base isnât currently inside Minju. In the meantime, Minjuâs stockings burn themselves in your memory. She always has to wear them, they look so hot, seductive, like they were made to cover her legs.
âSo big, too much, too much, Iââ
Minju explodes again. This time her ability to speak is replaced by mindless moans, which sound a bit silly through her constantly cracking voice. You look down and admire the ripple of her thighs, the way her small tits bounce up and down. Her hot cunt feels ready for a load, a load it will not directly receive unfortunately.
Unfortunately? No, itâs good! You canât risk getting Minju pregnant, that would be insane.
âFuck, Iâm so close,â you groan.
âLet me help you~â Sullyoonâs lewd voice and even lewder lips push you over the edge as she puts your balls in her mouth and sucks on them loudly. The added pressure makes you unload into the condom, testing its durability. Luckily it passes the test and Minju still gets to have that feeling of hotness inside her.
She smiles weakly, but cannot really react. Her body goes limp in your arms as you slip out of her wide open hole. You carefully drop her onto the bed, a bed that you definitely need too now. Soft sheets to finally rest in after this night of projects andâother projects so to say.
âFuck that was insane. Whatâs going to happen now?â you ask no one in particular. Minju is already gone, deep in a dream.
âWhat do you think?â Sullyoon suddenly says and lays next to you in bed, her fingers pulling away the condom. When she sees the ridiculous amount of cum still covering your dick, she is quick to clean it up with her tongue. It seems that she is just as addicted to your taste as Minju.
âFuck, Sullyââ
âWe have to do this every week.â
âWh-what?â
âArenât we your girlfriends now? Donât you want thisâ
âTo happen again~?â
Yes, they are your girlfriends nowâand yes: you have fallen for them.
Who could blame you?
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ruined surprises | Â·Ë àŒ aaron hotchner ,,
summary - you accidentally find a small, red, velvet box in aaronâs drawers.
genre - fluff, nonbau!reader x aaron, proposals, engagement rings, happy ending
warnings - mentions of anxiety, mixed feelings, um⊠being proposed to???
w.c. - idk why i put this here i never check before uploading. itâs only like 1k youâll be okay.
a/n - hey pia why donât we edit those drafts for the requests- no. ima do my own thing đđ·ïžalso pls tell me abt mistakes i did not proof read this lol!
You sat at your dining table staring into space, or more specifically the bare wood in front of you. There were mixed emotions coursing through your veins. You felt as if your blood was changing from pink to green in the ugly mesh of conflicting feelings.
While this revelation brought you happiness and immense excitement, it also brought you fear. You were not supposed to find this, at least not now.
It stood prominent in your pocket, a pandoraâs box of possibilities on how Aaron would react to your discovery. Would he be scared? Angry? Sad?
Your fingers picked at your nails as you took steadying breaths. The clock read only 5 minutes before Aaron returns from his vigorous job, 5 minutes before youâd have to reluctantly tell him you found the one thing he had been hiding from you.
The front door opens to your apartment and your palms start sweating in insecurity.
Heâs tired, heâs worked all day, maybe itâs not the best time to bring it up. But what if he found out you knew the whole time? Youâd be lying to him, and he values honesty above all else. What if itâs not for you? A gift, or maybe even an heirloom? Everything in your head started to doubt the one thing you wanted it to mean.
âHoney?â
Aaron stood at the end of the table, eyebrows low and eyes squinted slightly in concern. Coming home to your favourite person disassociating rigidly wasnât a very warm welcome home. He would usually be greeted by a kiss, or the smell of a meal, or a bear hug. This was off, this was different.
âAaron.â You smile, genuinely. Even with your anxiety raising your heartbeat by the second, thereâs nothing that can keep you smiling from the sight of your handsome lover. Though the feeling was not long lived.
âAre you okay?â He asks, placing his bag down on the table and loosening his tie slightly.
âIâm⊠We need to talk.â You say with a gulp. You lowered your head and glanced at his expression quickly. It came out more serious than it needed to be, and honestly Aaron started thinking the worse.
He sat on the chair next to you and searched your avoiding eyes, âY/n-â
âBefore you say anything, and before I tell you about what,â you waved your hands slightly, âweâre actually talking about. I need you to know that if Iâm wrong you canât laugh at me, and you canât get angry. Okay?â
He nodded more confused than ever. Okay so, the fact that he could possibly laugh from this âtalkâ was a sign it wasnât anything too bad. He only wished youâd stop taking deep breaths and get too it.
You sighed, tired of your own stalling before reaching in your back pocket and putting a small, deep red velvet box on the table. Aaronâs dark eyes latched onto the box and he sighed, bringing a hand up to mess with his hair in shock.
âDo you know whatâs in there?â Maybe you hadnât-
You nodded. He nodded back and closed his mouth in a tight lipped grimace. This was not how he planned his proposal to go.
You took a deep breath and quickly defended yourself, âI lost my sports bra, and I thought maybe I put it in your drawers accidentally so I opened them and found⊠that.â
Aaron looked into your eyes, you looked scared but as he watched your eyes soften he knew that you werenât scared of the implications, you were scared you had done the wrong thing.
âThank you for not pretending to be oblivious.â He said smoothly, receiving a small smile in return. It warmed his heart. Jesus, he thought you were breaking up with him.
âIâm sorry, I shouldnât have looked through your stuff. Iâve ruined the surprise, your surprise-â
âItâs okay.â He smiled, bringing his hand over yours, pulling it to his mouth and kissing your knuckles. You smile softly and he continues, âHonestly, itâs a little embarrassing.â
âHow?â You tilted your head and furrowed your brows, running your thumb over the back of his hand softly.
âNow you know I want to marry you.â Aaronâs cheeks reddened only slightly, and you laughed to bask in it. It wasnât often you got your lover blushing.
âYou told me you wanted to marry me on our fourth date. Trust me, I remember.â
He laughed this time and looked down at the box. âDid you like the ring?â
âI didnât get a good look because I shut it immediately. I pinched my finger in the clasp.â You displayed your fingertip as proof, âBut from what I saw, it was perfect.â
You didnât ruin his plans at all, he thought. It wasnât a terrible revelation, you didnât give it to him and run away, you didnât let him down easy. You were honest and turned the moment into a core memory. You laughed. Everything was good when you laughed.
Aaron placed a soft hand on your cheek and placed a loving kiss on your lips, you smiled into it. âYouâll just have to wait longer now.â He whispered jokingly, to which you slapped him on the chest and whined, no fair.
No. What wasnât fair was that he would get the best life, with the most perfect wife in the world, and others wouldnât.
But it was hard to feel sorry for others when you were in front of him.
About a month later. Aaron Hotchner decided he couldnât wait any longer.
Aaronâs arm was on the back rest of the couch, legs stretched on a foot rest and you cross-legged beside him explaining the deep lore behind the movie that was playing in the background. You were blabbering on, voice changing between characters that you tried to imitate, and topic lighting up your face more than the TV screen.
And Aaronâs heart just couldnât take it. He needed to ask you to marry him more than he needed anything else in the world. Those four words seemed to be the only cure to his love sickness (though he knew it would only get worse).
You laughed at one of your own jokes, and started to calm down your explanation.
âAnd thatâs why the first actor got replaced.â You smiled and placed your hands in your lap, face triumphant. Aaron smiled softly, eyes tracing your face with love and adoration.
âCan I ask you a question?â He asked.
You nodded, thinking it would be about the movie, âOf course.â
âWill you marry me?â He took the familiar velvet box from his sweatpantâs pocket and clicked it open, cheeks hurting in a smile as the ring was exposed to you for the second time. Aaron mentally scolded himself for not having a speech ready but seriously, he had not planned to do it tonight. It was a yearning, a need. Everything he would say to you, he promised to say a million times in your marriage as to not feel guilty about the bland proposal.
You held a hand over your mouth. Eyes glistening quickly, heartbeat seemingly still in your chest.
âYes, oh my god. Aaron- Yes!â You threw yourself on him and squeezed his shoulders and back in a hug so tight he had to pat your back to get you off.
Not that he wanted you to stop, he just wanted to see you with a ring on your finger as quick as he could.
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Hello! I hope you are doing great. I was wondering if you could write a Johnnie Guilbert smut where him and the reader have been friends for a few weeks or so, but they both have a lot of sexual tension, that they just havenât acted on yet. Everyone notices, so Jake and Carrington always make jokes. Then, one night at a party, the group is having fun, and the reader is watching Johnnie intensely. Johnnie notices and decides to walk the reader out of the party and go home to make the move everyone has been waiting for. I'm thinking kind of rough but intimate smut, lots of praise, and maybe choking because he notices that the reader is a little kinky?? đ„° If you're comfortable with writing that. Afterward, they cuddle, and Johnnie asks the reader if she would like to be his girlfriend. Awh. (There's an edit of Johnnie walking out of a party; it's so fine. That's where I got this idea from, lol.) đđ
Be Mine.
pairing:
Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.
warnings:
18+ smut, choking, unprotected sex (use protection), tiny drinking mention.
"fuck, johnnie. you scared the shit out of me." Your pale friend walked into the kitchen. it was half past midnight, and seeing his figure creep into the kitchen out of the corner of your eye scared the shit out of you.
he was standing shirtless beside you. "Sorry, i -" he looked you up and down. you were in your pajama booth shorts and a tank top, both excentuated your figure. "I was just coming to get water."
your eyes hovered on his bare chest and tattoos a little longer than they should've been. "Don't worry about it." You gave him a soft smile.
you were staying the night because you may or may not have gotten a little too drunk to drive yourself home. maybe a lot too drunk.
his hand grazed your waist as he moved past you. "you feeling any better?"
you cleared your throat. "yeah, somewhat. I plan on running home in the morning to get ready for the video, but then I'll be back."
he smiled, "good. im-"
"you guys better not be fucking in the kitchen." Jake interrupted as he came down the stairs.
"what kind of fucking cult meeting is this?" you joked, "why are we all up right now?"
Jake pranced into the kitchen with a shrug.
"I'm fucking dying of dehydration." johnnie finally grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge.
"goodnight you guys." you walked back into the living room and laid on the couch.
it was hard to sleep. your mind was plagued with thoughts of Johnnie. how his hands would feel around your neck, how he'd taste in your mouth. sleeping was useless at this point. it was 4 am by the time you got off the couch to run home. you dragged yourself off of the comfortable couch and slipped on your shoes.
you snuck out the front door in attempt to not wake anyone up. the journey to your house and back was quick. you took a 5 minute shower to wash the drunk look off of your face. then, you got dressed, ate breakfast, and left again.
whenever you got back, you found Carrington scrounging around the kitchen. "hey, Carrington."
"oh, what's up, y/n. where'd ya go?" he pulled a box of Twix cereal from the cabinet and poured himself a bowl.
"just ran home real quick to shower and shit. can't be looking homeless on the internet." you leaned against the counter.
he took a bite of his cereal. "true that. want some?" he asked between smacking lips.
you scrunched your nose. "i'm good, i already ate."
"i know i've said this a million times," he rolled his eyes, "but you need to make a move on Johnnie. that boy is head over heels, choking on his own feet for you."
"first of all, what does that even mean? second, i don't think he likes me like that, i think we just have a unique friendship." you flailed your hand around to make your point.
"unique? yeah, that guy is always undressing you with his eyes, you do the same." he smirked. he wiped a droplet of milk from the corner of his mouth.
"yeah, whatever." you rolled your eyes before turning. you walked back into the living room and plopped down on the couch.
carrington wasn't far behind you. he sat on the opposite side of you. he didn't say anything, just sat and munched on his cereal. you snapped a picture, thinking it was funny, and posted it on your story after tagging him.
"we're recording around 7 ish, right?" you asked him, checking the group chat to double check the details.
"actually, me and Jake were talking last night about making it earlier. Tara wants to go to this party tonight and wants us to come with." he shrugged, "we were gonna talk to you and Johnnie 'bout it whenever you were both up."
you raised your eyebrows. "i'm more than down. i'm sure Johnnie will be too. i mean, i don't wanna answer for him, but you know."
"well, duh."
you and Carrington sat in the couch talking and watching a movie while you waited for everyone to wake up. he mentioned planning on going back to sleep, but he stayed up with you instead.
it was a few hours before everyone had came downstairs. Jake was making a smoothie, which ended up waking up Johnnie. Carrington brought up the idea of going to that party later that night, which Johnnie agreed to.
the last few hours before recording went by fast, as well. you spent most of them with Johnnie.
you had asked Tara to bring you one of her dresses, since you didn't want to leave Johnnie and run home. she obviously agreed. Tara loved seeing how her clothes fit you.
Jake set up the camera in the living room. "you guys ready?"
everyone said some form of yes. Jake started the camera.
recording the video felt long whenever all you wanted to do was go and party. it was truth or drink with everybody. of course, Carrington asked johnnie about me and him. he asked of Johnnie had feelings for me. he took a shot for that one. you knew the fans would be all over that clip.
the video was finally done an hour later. it was about 1:30, so you had time to kill.
you helped Jake and Johnnie with chores around the house while Carrington and Tara ran to get lunch.
you were working on making Johnnies bed for him whenever he spoke up. "y/n?"
"What's up?"
he stuttered, "You excited for the party?"
"Yeah, I guess so. they're always fun, especially when you go. we get to be introverts together." You turned around and smiled at him.
he didn't respond. his eyes flickered from your lips back to your eyes. there was a moment of silence before he spoke up. "Yeah, I'm glad you'll be there."
"Are you okay?" You stepped closer to him.
"Yeah, I just -" he began to lean in closer to you.
"We're back!" Tara yelled up the stairs. it startled both of you. you quickly backed away from each other.
"i-" you began to speak.
"Let's go eat." he shot you a soft smile before leading you back downstairs.
you followed johnnie and sat next to him on the couch. everybody was already in the living room. Jake was scrolling on tiktok while the other two were emptying the Chipotle bags.
"the fuck were you guys doing? making out?" Tara smirked.
Johnnie shook his head. "we were cleaning, tara."
she hummed, "right."
-
everyone ubered to the party together. Tara was hyping all of you up, but we didn't really need her to. you were all pumped up as it was.
you locked your arm with Johnnies as you walked inside. Tara immediately started singing along to whatever 2000s pop was blasting. it didn't take long for Jake and Carrington to get into it.
you watched as Johnnie followed their lead, bopping his head along and singing some of the lyrics. you giggled, which caught Johnnies attention. he smiled at you, and you smiled back.
everyone got at least one drink. you sipped on a hard seltzer while dancing with tara. you couldn't keep your eyes off of Johnnie.
"y/n!" Tara whined, "why are you so distracted tonight?!"
"it's just johnnie. I don't know, like, what's going on between us anymore."
"it's obvious you two like each other, just go for it!" she scolded.
"But I'm not sure! what if I make a move and I get the wrong idea so... I don't even know!"
"Trust me, y/n. he likes you." she rolled her eyes.
you looked towards Johnnie again. he was already looking at you. he shot you a smile and a wave. you felt your face heat up, and you looked away.
"See? come on!" she laughed. "we both know you need some dick, and Johnnie has had this huge crush on you for so long. I know you like him, too. it's obvious."
"Okay, fine. i-" You felt a tap on your shoulder, making you jump. you turned your head to see Johnnie. he let his hand rest on your shoulder. "Hi."
"Hey, im pretty bored. wanna come with me? I'm going home."
you glanced back at Tara, and she winked at you.
"Yeah, I'm down. this shit is pretty boring." which was a lie on your part, and you knew he was lying too.
you waved bye to everyone and followed Johnnie out of the party. he had already called an Uber, which was waiting by the curb.
he opened the door for you, and you climbed in. the whole ride home was silent.
as Johnnie began to unlock the front door, he spoke up. "I noticed you staring." he pushed the front door open and walked in.
you followed close behind him. "Sorry." You responded, flustered. you shut the door behind you.
Johnnie turned around, stopping you in your tracks. "Don't be. I'm just- fuck. I need you so bad, y/n."
"What? can you repeat that?" You smirked, backing yourself into the door as he followed.
he gripped your hips, placing his head in the crook of your neck. "I said I need you so bad. it's unbearable."
his grip on you was tight. he himself closer to you as he began to kiss your neck. your hand tangled into his already messy hair. he bit your neck gently as he sucked dark hickeys into your neck. those would be hard to explain to everybody.
"fuck, I think I need you more." you whispered into his ear.
he pulled away from your neck and smashed his lips onto yours. his lips were soft and glided with yours perfectly. you had been waiting for this kiss for so long, too long.
as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, he slid his hands up your dress and gripped your ass. he pulled it up, so it bunched around your waist. he massaged your ass with one hand while the other stayed on your hip.
"johnnie, please." you pleaded, trying to pull him closer by the collar of his shirt.
"Please what, mama?" he pulled away, his eyes locked on your lips.
"God, fuck me."
he grabbed your hand and dragged you up to his bedroom. you slammed the door and locked it, just in case.
his hands were immediately on you once more, attempting to pull the dress off of you. once he got it, he threw it somewhere on the floor.
he led you back to the bed. your knees caught against the bed, and you fell back. he crawled up on top of you and teased the rim of your bra.
you clawed at his shirt and eventually pulled it off, leaving his pale skin and tattoos there for you to admire.
you quickly unbuckled and pulled down his jeans, revealing his hard member in his underwear.
you palmed him through his undwear, making him quietly whimper against your lips. he rushed to take off your panties, to impatient to worry about your bra at the moment.
he stuck two fingers in your mouth. "spit for me, baby."
you complied, licking and sucking his fingers before spitting on them. he pulled his boxers down and kicked them off. he rubbed your spit all over his dick.
"Please, Johnnie. need you so bad." You begged.
"so impatient, pretty girl." his hand caressed your cheek before gripping your hip.
he aligned his tip with your entrance before thrusting inside of you. he bottomed out, making you moan loudly. he gave you a moment to adjust.
"fuck, please fuck me." you whimpered.
"yes, ma'am." he smirked and began thrusting inside of you at an agonizingly slow pace.
he let out a soft grunt with each thrust. he leaned down and placed his lips onto yours gently.
you wrapped your legs around his waist, begging him to go faster. he did so, speeding up his pace just enough. you moaned into his mouth.
you reached for his hand that was pressed into the bed beside you. you took it and moved it up to your neck. "fucking choke me." you instructed him breathlessly.
you felt his cock twitch inside of you. "You'd like that, Mama?"
you nodded eagerly as he wrapped his hand around your throat. he gripped it tight, cutting off some of your air flow. your moans became raspy and breathless, and he thrusted faster.
"fuck," you moaned out as Johnnie tightened his grip on your throat. your eyes rolled back as the sounds of skin slapping together filled the room.
"you're taking me so well, baby." he praised as he was breathing heavily. "so fucking good."
he pulled you up by your neck to kiss your lips. you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him passionately.
he pounded into you, making you moan loud as you felt his cock twitch again.
"fuck, I'm close, Johnnie." you whimpered before pressing your lips against his again.
he let out a small giggled followed by a moan. "cum on my dick."
your walls squeezed his cock tight as you moaned his name. you felt a coil build up in your stomach as you moaned and cursed under your breath. your walls spasmed around him as you came hard.
Johnnie helped you ride out your high before pulling out and cumming on your stomach. he whimpered as he covered your lower stomach in his cum.
he collapsed on the bed next to you. "thanks for making my bed, but now it's all fucked up." he joked.
you hummed. he jumped up and grabbed a small rag from his closet. he cleaned his cum off of your stomach and the left over juices off of your pussy.
he pulled the covers over the two of you. you curled up against him. "that was amazing." you muttered, closing your eyes.
he wrapped his arms around you. "y/n?"
"hmm?"
"will you be my girlfriend?" he leaned his head against yours.
"of course I will, stupid."
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Knock You Down: III
Summary: James Bucky Barnes is an avowed bachelor and one night stand artist. But when he meets you, he finds out that sometimes love comes around, and it knocks you down. Bucky feeds you after the failure of date number 2.
This is a follow up to Part II
Word count: 2.3 K
Pairing: Art Dealer (mob boss) Bucky Barnes x Reader
A/N: Okay I Lied! I added more words as I edited this and it ended up over 5K. So... there will be four parts to this fic which has posessed my soul. It will be posted Tuesday 10/15. Thank all of you for rocking with me on this one. This was in part inspired by Seb Stan's latest pics and this press run đ« , and partially inspired by an old song by some problematic people, lol. This is the result. As usual, I am Basil Exposition, so this is broken into parts.
Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. Slow burn, cursing, mutual pining, idiots in love, playful banter. Bucky and reader talk about sex, without talking about it. Or doing it. This is fluffy, yet angsty and I feel like you might not like it. Let me know if you do.
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Bucky Barnes was sitting at your table eating Thai food with you and you werenât mad. He had ordered twice the amount you requested and damn you, you thought it was cute.
He was cute, casual in t-shirt, sweats and a ball cap. He looked as alluring as he did in a suit.
You were doomed.
Bucky didn't try to get into a deep discussion or get close to you. He just kept you company as you ate and poured you some of the best rosĂ© that youâd ever tasted.Â
Food was your love language, and having good food did a lot for your mood. It also didnât hurt that the delicious snack known as James Bucky Barnes was sitting across from you.
You respected his game.
But somehow you didnât think it was a game. Heâd been honest and straightforward with you. As much as a man in his position could be. Then you realized that heâd probably told you too much.
âWhat is it, FrumoasÄ? Why are you looking at me like that?â
âAre you here to give me a last meal and then kill me?â
Bucky laughed loudly. He loved that you had the ability to make him do that. He lovedâŠ
âThat mind of yours, Y/N.âÂ
He shook his head at you.
âIâm not going to kill you. I want you safe. Even if you are not going to be mine.â
Your ears perked up at that phrase.
You already knew that Nico was parked outside of your place. You realized that he had been hanging around since Monday night.Â
But what you were tripping over is that Bucky said that he wanted you to be his.Â
You normally werenât into possessiveness, but on James Barnes it was sexy as fuck.
After eating, it was only polite that you gave him a tour of your brownstone. He didnât touch you, but the proximity of his body to yours at the door of your bedroom was heady stuff. You wanted him toâŠÂ
But you just took a deep breath and led him back down to your front door.
âBefore you kick me out, I have something to say.â
Bucky had never felt the need to explain anything to anyone in a very long time. But you werenât just anyone.
âI apologize for giving you a security detail without your knowledge. And then piling my friends on as well. They wanted to check you out, and I wanted to be sure that you were safe. Those gossip blog posts have heightened the risk for you.â
Your eyes widened.
âWhat posts?â
âWeâve been papped every time weâve gone out. You didnât know? I thought thatâs why you asked what you did tonight.â
You groaned.Â
âNo, my friends must have seen them. What do they say?â
Bucky hesitated. Just a moment, and then responded to the look on your face. He ascertained that he was going to have to be straight with you consistently if he wanted to be in your company.
âWell⊠Since weâve been spotted together more than once, one particular site is claiming that weâre already in a relationship. They say you are my girlfriend.â
The softness of his voice when he said âgirlfriendâ got to you.
Whoo boy.
You groaned, then laughed.
âThatâs ridiculous, youâve never even kissed me.â
Bucky laughed too.
âHa ha. Yeah. Itâs crazyyyyyy.âÂ
âIsnât it thoughâŠ?
You tried to look deep into his eyes, and he let you. You saw something that didnât really surprise you. So you decided to just ask the question that was on your mind.
âJames, what do you want out of this? ThisâŠâ
You didnât say what you were thinking, but he knew exactly what you were thinking when you didnât finish your sentence.
Bucky looked off as if he were seeing something that wasnât there yet, then back at you.
âI want⊠you. I donât want a one night stand. Or a situationship.â
He watched you carefully as he said the next words.
âI want, I need so much more from you.â
He took both of your hands into his as he leaned against the door frame.
âListen. When you left earlier this evening, it knocked me on my face. Youâve got me thinking about a lot. Things like what our life might be like in the future.â
You were spiraling as he spoke. âOur life,â âfuture.â But you tried to remain calm.
âThis was never supposed to happen to me. Y/N. But ever since you came into my office on Monday, my heart has been racing. Iâve got feelings for you. Strong ones.â
âWow.â
It was all you could say. But when you thought about it, you felt the same exact way. You smiled at him and his nerves calmed.Â
Just a bit.
âI have to admit that every morning when you text me, I get the biggest smile on my face. That wasnât something I wanted or planned.â
You looked down at your fingers entwined with his. Yes. This could be a thing.
âItâs not exactly convenient to have these kinds of feelings this fast, James. Especially with all has happened.â
You looked up at him, and the hurt on your face destroyed him.
âIâm really sorry, Y/N. And I understand if you want to pump the breaks. I-â
âIf you want me, then why havenât you made a move?â
You interrupted him to ask about the next most important topic on your list.
Bucky recognized your insecurity.
âDonât ever doubt the sexiness of your appeal, FrumoasÄ. I want to kiss you, and more to be honest. But I havenât because I am so afraid of you.â
The way he looked at you caused a tingle of fear to unfurl in your belly.
Or was it desire?Â
âYou are afraid of me. I see. Youâre a terrible kisser. Thatâs why you donât go on second dates. I get it now.â
Bucky threw back his head and laughed.
âMaybe so.â
He gazed at your smile and the way your entire face was alight. Then he brought one of your hands to his lips.
His mouth on your palm enabled you to feel the salt and pepper whiskers on his face. And when he slid those lips to your wrist you moaned a little and squirmed and his eyelids fluttered closed as he inhaled the scent there.
âThe skin here is so soft and fragrant, makes me wonder aboutâŠâ
He stopped speaking but the silence spoke volumes. This man was having wild thoughts about you. Of that you were sure now. You wanted him everywhere.
Bucky brought your hand down from his face and rubbed your wrist with his thumb. The sensuality of the act made you feel unstable. You must have wobbled because his hand went down to your waist to steady you. But you just felt more dizzy.
He chuckled at your tell and saved you again.
âCan we sit?â
âYeah.â
The couch was a bit dangerous, but the blood was leaving your head.
âTruth?â
âAlways, James.â
âOkay. The truth is I donât think you could handle it.â
You scoffed at the challenge.
âCome again?â
He smirked at you and you rolled your eyes and then he sobered up.
âIf I kiss those lips, Y/N, Iâm not going to abandon them in haste. Iâm going to take my time. And Iâm not being cocky, but Iâm pretty sure things will progress rapidly. Iâm not sure Iâm going to be able to stop myself from giving you anything you ask for. Anything.â
The sensual promise was making you wet. You clenched your thighs together, causing Bucky to look down at them and lick his lips. When he looked back up, his eyes were dilated.
You knew that you could have him right now if you wanted. You took a deep breath to clear your head and Buckyâs eyes were on your lips.
This feeling was a drug.
âIâm already falling for you, but I know that I will crash into you. I can get intense about the things and the people that I care about. And youâre not ready for that, FrumoasÄ. Not at all.â
You pulled your hands away from his even though you wanted to jump his bones.Â
âHow do you know what Iâm ready for, Mr. Barnes?â
Bucky smiled at you.
âYou just said that your feelings for me arenât convenient.â
You sucked your teeth at him and crossed your arms, turning your body away from him. Bucky was charmed by your pout, but a little mad at you closing yourself off from him. If you were his, heâd teach you a lesson about that. Heâd open you up.Â
But damn, he didnât need to be so hard right now. You had an important day ahead, and he wasnât going to rush this experience. He tried to calm down, but his voice betrayed him.
âYou also havenât asked me for a kiss. Although you did tell me that you wanted to fuck my voice...â
You dropped your head, embarrassed.
âLetâs not!â
He laughed, on cloud nine at your shyness with him. Heâd teach you to be wanton, and have a grand time doing it.
âFrumoasÄ mea, you could request a kiss at any time. And I will always give you anything you ask of me. If you ask nicely of course.â
You cocked your head and Bucky bit his lip at how adorable you were.
âYou want me to beg you for a kiss?â
Bucky took in the fire in your eyes and his own darkened.
âA kiss is not what I want you begging for.â
You coughed to cover a whimper as your mind went where Bucky wanted it to go. You couldnât believe that your panties were soaked by someone youâd never even kissed.
âI just want you to know what youâre signing up for if we get physical.â
âFrom a kiss? Itâs like that?â
You tried to be incredulous, but you believed every word that he said. You just wanted to verify.
âSo let me get this straight. I kiss you, you rock my world, but Iâm not ready for it?â
Youâd never been so annoyed yet so turned on.
Bucky shrugged.
âOr you could be right. Iâm a horrible kisser. A lousy lay. Iâm just trying to stretch out the good times with you before you find that out and dump me.â
You shook your head at him, not wanting to laugh, but doing so anyway.
â...But, in order to find that out, I would have to kiss and lay with you.â
âOf course.â
âYou know whatâŠâ
Bucky teasing you was the best kind of foreplay. You felt comfortable with him. And now you were intrigued.
âI canât with you.â
âSo we agree.â
âI hate you.â
âYou donât, but youâre cute when youâre angry.â
âFuck you, James.â
âIs that a request?â
This banter was everything.
You got up from the couch and headed into the kitchen.
âIâm going get you something to drink. Do you drink tea? You seem a little thirsty.â
âAs long as you drink with me. You seem a little parched yourself.â
Bucky called after you while watching your curves in your sweats as you flipped him off. He rubbed his hand on the ridge of his semi-hard dick. You were so damn hot. He concentrated on calming down while the kettle heated.
âHoney?â
âYes, dear?â
You laughing was amazing.
You came back with a tray of herbal tea, milk, and honey and sat down again.
âI do want to talk to you about something else.â
He said it as he prepared his cup.
âYes?âÂ
âI want to let you know, as much as I can, the plans for me to go legit. Can I have just a little bit of your time tonight? And then I will let you get some rest.â
Your heart melted and you smiled at him.
âYeah. You got it.â
â-
You woke up at 3 am, Buckyâs steady heartbeat under your ear and his arms wrapped around you. You had fallen asleep after hours of talking about the future. You looked up at him and those lips were right there.Â
You could just steal a kiss.
But you didnât, just tried to ease out of his arms so you could go pee.
Buckyâs arms tightened around you and you couldnât move. He was awake.
âWhat time is it?â
âA little after three.â
He let you go and sat up, looking around, then at you.
âIâm sorry, I talked your ear off and bored you to sleep.â
You shook your head.Â
âI wasnât bored. You made me feel safe.â
Bucky grinned.
âIâm glad that you feel safe with me. You are, you know.â
His morning voice was sensual heaven. You never wanted to kiss someone more in your life.
âAnd for your safety, I probably need to leave now.â
You wanted him; his body felt good against yours. But he was right. You chuckled and then led him to your door.
âOkay.â
At the door, Bucky turned and looked down at you. He was thoughtful.
âDo you have plans for Sunday?â
âNo, why?â
âI wanted to ask you on date number three Saturday night.â
You two stared at each other for a beat before he continued.
âHow do you feel about a late dinner at my place after the exhibition? Since you donât have to get up early the next day.â
You took in his meaning, but you didnât address it.
âAre you trying to feed me, James?â
His gaze got intense. You got wet again, realizing the double meaning.Â
âYou have no idea, FrumoasÄ.â
Holy shit. He caught it too. You gulped.
âOkay. Sounds⊠intriguing.â
Bucky looked like a little boy on Christmas morning.
âIâll stop by the center around midday, then go shopping for our meal. Nico will bring you by. About 8?â
âItâs a date.â
You two grinned at each other like idiots. Then he opened your door to leave.
âJames.â
âYes, FrumoasÄ?â
âCan I have a kiss?â
âYes.â
He pulled you into his arms and kissed you on the forehead. It was perfect, and a little bit like a promise.
Then he left, straight into the early morning fog, waving at Nico as he got into a sleek black sports car, blew a kiss at you, and then pulled away.
That felt like an escape from the inevitable.
To both him and to you.
ââ
As always, let me knowww! â€ïž
Part IV Here
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Just Take It | Jeon Jungkook | Part Five
Summary: You start a conversation with Jungkook about where you stand but are interrupted by an uninvited visitor Pairing: Inexperienced f!reader x Best Friend's Dad Jungkook (20 year age gap) Word Count: 4.7K~ Warnings: Suggestive and explicit language (an argument). Nothing too crazy honestly. Horribly edited too because it's been three weeks and I wanted to get it out! a/n: Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter out but I was away from home for a week and then wrote a couple of one shots and blah blah blah lol but anyways I hope you enjoyyyy Requested by: @kkusadmirer đ
After our eventful afternoon Jungkook and I ended up laying in his bed and watching movies since like he said, he wanted me to be "well rested" before we have the talk. The talk that could change everything between us...Â
There are multiple outcomes to this scenario and I'm not sure if I'm ready for any of them.Â
On one hand he could say this was all a mistake and he was just acting on his urges. I know now for damn sure though that he's attracted to me but I don't know what his motives and feeling are towards me. If he even has any besides surface level physical attraction.Â
On the other hand he could want to pursue a friends with benefits sort of arrangement. Being fuck buddies or whatever with an older man does sound exciting when I think about doing it with him. It's just that don't know if I'd want something like that even if it was with him.Â
I told Jared before that I wanted to save myself for marriage and I feel like that's something I still want to stick to. I've definitely crossed so many lines with Jungkook in the last not even twenty four hours, more like twelve hours or something like that but regardless lines have been crossed and I'm still not sure how I feel about any of it.Â
I want to say that I don't regret it and it's not just because it felt fucking phenomenal and out of this world but because I feel safe with him.
It might just be because over the past couple of months that I've been living with him he's become someone I care about and honestly trust with my life so I didn't really feel a need to say no to him. I wanted it to happen, I know I did I just didn't really think it would ever happen. I thought that it would stay in my hormonal fantasies forever and I was okay with that.Â
The way he's been treating me has shown me that he cares about me. Although I was trying to convince myself that it was somewhat of a paternal instinct in him and that he was just being protective over me, I knew that it was something beyond that.Â
I tried to somewhat address it in a weird sort of way with the whole asking why he didn't have anyone over conversation and he knew what I was trying to ask and addressed it but his answer made me even more confused.Â
"I wouldn't want to ruin what we have going on here"Â like what does that even mean? He doesn't want to ruin the dynamic we have in the house in terms of we're comfortable with each other and feel no need to let anyone inside our little safe space.Â
Or did he mean that he didn't want to ruin what we have going on here because he wanted to see where things went with us on a more romantic level?
He hasn't explicitly told me that he would want to pursue a relationship with me but circling back to before he's given me clear signs that he's attracted to me and isn't one to hide it.Â
He knows to a certain extent that I find him attractive too because I asked him to take my virginity. (I'm never gonna be able to live that one down) Anyone could tell that he was clearly struggling to hold himself back and the fact that he kissed me just shows that he wanted to. That he wanted me.
Then there's another possibility that he might want a sugar baby sort of relationship and I don't even want to think about something like that.Â
Don't get me wrong! I respect the hustle, but that's just not for me.Â
If I'm gonna be doing something like what we are doing right now then I want it to be something that I want to do without any ulterior motive. I don't want to put a monetary value on the time I spend with him but not gonna lie, living it large and not having to worry about money or working sounds very tempting.
I don't think he's that kind of man though...or at least I hope he's not.Â
"Penny for your thoughts?" he asks playfully, having noticed that I haven't really been paying attention to the movie we've been watching.Â
"Just thinking" I answer, cuddling in closer to him as I've refused to let go of him today and he hasn't made moves to do any different.Â
"Bout what?" he prods further, placing a kiss on the top of my head and taking in the fresh scent of his shampoo in my hair.
"Things" I continue, liking the game we've started to play.Â
"What sort of things?" he chuckles, telling me that he's enjoying it too.Â
"All kinds of things" I say nuzzling closer into him and he wraps his arm tighter around me to keep me there.
"Wanna share a few?" he asks, clearly not letting this go since he wants to at least make sure I'm okay.Â
"Thinking about how you might want to make me your sugar baby" I mumble into his chest and he laughs wholeheartedly making me even more embarrassed.Â
"Is that something you'd want?" he asks and I shake my head.Â
"You don't wanna be at home and sit pretty, waiting for me to come back and shower you with gifts and jewelry and give you the world?" he teases while pinching my sides making me pull away from him, trying to escape.Â
"N-no! Now s-stop" I choke out through laughter and gasps of breath. "What would you want" he asks after having tackled me down onto the mattress making sure to do a thorough job of tickling me until I could barely breathe.Â
I take a second to think, my eyes going back and forth between his while his stay still, focused and almost begging for an answer.Â
"I thought we weren't going to have this conversation until I was well rested" I say, breathless, still not knowing up from down when it comes to us. If there even is an 'us'.Â
"You feel well rested?" he asks, cocking a brow at me and I nod my head quickly, giving me a crooked smile in response. "Then it's perfect timing right?" he continues and I nod again leaving him getting off of me and leaning his back against the headboard, waiting to hear what I have to say.Â
I take a minute or so to gather my thoughts and the whole time he's watching me curiously, almost able to see the wheels turning in my head.Â
"What happened between us kind of caught me by surprise" I start, looking down at my lap and playing with my fingers nervously. "I don't regret it, it was just, well I'm just kind of confused about how you feel about me, and I'm really confused about how I feel about you" I admit and I can see his expression go a bit wary but I jump at the chance to explain myself.Â
"It's just that I think both of us know at this point that we're extremely attracted to each other" I start out and the corner of his lips upturns for a second but nods in confirmation, waiting for me to continue.Â
"With us getting physical and all so quickly I can't help but think that maybe we should take a step back. I would like to know your thoughts and intentions and feelings about all of this. I might be overthinking it but I really think it's best to be up front and honest with each other" I say and take in a shaky breath, scared I might've said the wrong thing.
"You're so sexy when you act so mature like that" he taunts and I groan, wanting to keep this serious. "I'm just playing Bunny. Well I'm not because you really are sexy but I don't want you to feel all nervous and insecure like you are right now. We're being open and honest right?" he questions and I nod my head, eager for him to continue.Â
"Meaning it would be the perfect opportunity to tell you that I have feelings for you right?" he says and my eye bug out in response, not knowing what to do now. "Wasn't expecting that huh?" he chuckles and I shake my head making him laugh even more.Â
"Cat got your tongue Darling?" he teases and scoff at that. "No I was just being polite and letting you keep talking since you let me do the same" I say, making excuses and trying to keep my voice level.Â
"Sure Bunny" he smirks not believing a word I said but continuing nevertheless.
"I've had feelings for you for a while now and I haven't told you or acted on it because I wanted to respect the fact that you were in a relationship. I never liked Jared though for what it's worth" he says without hesitation and it makes me cringe at the thought that I was about to marry that snake.Â
"Is it harsh to say I'm glad he's out of the picture?" he says boldly making me laugh. "Not just because it benefitted me but because he didn't deserve to marry a beautiful, intelligent, kind hearted woman like you. I would've said something but I'm not your father so I knew it wasn't my place" he finishes and making me smile, thankful that he was so considerate.Â
Now that I think about it, even back then I respected and trusted his judgement so it wouldn't have bothered me even if he did say something.
"It's not harsh to say because I'm happy about it too. To be honest though I don't really know what I ever saw in him. I think because he was the first guy that more or less respected my boundaries that I thought I had to hold onto him. I don't know" I say and he nods his head.
This is something I haven't experienced before. Someone sitting and taking the time to actually talk things out without any outside distractions and focusing on each other and hearing each other out.Â
Maybe it's just an age thing and the fact that Jungkook does fit the standard of dating older and more mature men is better. We're not dating though, but I guess we'll hopefully figure out where we stand once this conversation comes to a close.
"I'm really confused and I kind of don't know how to feel but I'm not closed off to figuring things out" I say, glancing up at him and back down at my lap, nervous from seeing how fascinated he is with me right now.Â
I hold my breath and wait for him to say something but when nothing ever comes I chance looking up at him again and I'm surprised to see how he's still watching me.
"Like I said, I've had feelings for you for a while and if you're open to seeing where things go then I would really like to take you out on a date. Like on a proper date. I know since we've been living together and we've been spending a lot of time together but I-" he start off strong but begins to ramble and is regretfully cut off by the sound of the front door opening.Â
"Dad! Dad where are you?" Jina calls out and neither of us dares to move or make a sound. "Dad" Jina drags out, regretfully confirming that I am in fact not dreaming. "Be down in a second" he says then presses a finger to his lips.Â
"Just stay in here and I'll take care of it" he whispers and I nod my head, watching him as he panics internally before leaving the room and closing the door softly behind him.Â
What the hell are we gonna do? My car is out there! Or wait, did I put it in the garage yesterday? I can't remember but I really hope it's not out there otherwise she'll already know I'm here.Â
"What are you doing here?" Jungkook says. I can hear his muffled voice through the walls and I know I probably shouldn't listen but curiosity gets the best of me making me rush to the door and quietly crack it open, needing to hear how this conversation goes.Â
"Nice to see you too dad" she says, and I hate the fact that I'm only able to hear them but I'll settle for this.Â
"You should've contacted me before you came over Jina. You know I don't like people showing up unannounced" he says sternly.
"You're usually totally fine with me coming over" she says sounding thoroughly confused and I can hear Jungkook clear his throat before she starts again.Â
"Am I interrupting something?" she asks after no doubt clocking the dishes that were left over from lunch. Two plates, two cups and two sets of silverware. A dead giveaway that someone is here especially since it hasn't been cleaned up yet.Â
"You are actually" he says and I trip, surprised that he would straight up admit it but he has no reason to hide, and neither do I.
Having pushed the door open thanks to my clumsiness (somehow able to stay upright and keep my dignity this time) I'm faced with the dilemma of if I should just go back inside and pretend that never happened when it clearly did or come out and face her.Â
I'm given the luxury of having that choice since she hasn't seen me yet but I decide it's better to do this as soon as possible. We've hid the fact that I've been living here for two months so what's adding on the fact that I've been messing around with her father while doing so.Â
(Although this is a newly added feature but she doesn't need to know that)
I take a deep breath before stepping out from behind the door, watching Jina's face go from surprised to confused to disgusted to angry before turning back towards her father.Â
"You're fucking my best friend?" she accuses, not completely wrong but semantics.Â
"Best friend's don't fuck around and get pregnant by their friend's fiancees" I remind her, walking down the stairs in conveniently only Jungkook's shirt making what's going on, or what's starting to go on between us even more clear.Â
"Oh grow up! It's not like there's anything we can do to change that now can we? Plus looks like you're doing just fine without him" she throws at me and from that moment I'm not pulling any punches. She wants to play dirty? Fine, let's play dirty.
"Jina stop it" Jungkook growls, going on the defensive, not being able to gauge what kind of mindset she's in or even her reasoning for coming here but wanting her out all the same. Â
"Grow up?" I chuckle dryly, "I guess you're right, I guess maybe I have started growing up since it seems I've matured enough to be with someone like your father. Which, last time I checked, wasn't someone you have any business in questioning on things like his sex life and who he does and does not partake in it with" I say, placing a hand on his bicep possessively and I feel the tension he had once held in his body start to melt away.Â
Interesting to know that I have this effect on him...
"Come on, we both know that you're probably just a piece of ass to him" she scoffs before turning to address him. "Didn't know you started picking up strays. I wondered where she had ran off to" she says, continuing to disrespect the both of us without a care in the world.
"Don't call her that!" Jungkook says, jaw clenched as a way to keep himself in check.Â
All I see is red though and the next words I hurl out are ones that I couldn't stop myself from saying even if I tried. The ringing in my ears fanning the flames of my agitation making it impossible to hold back.
"How's life being pregnant with my fucking ex boyfriend's baby? He's probably taking real good care of you huh?" I taunt, cocking a brow at her and from the way the color rushes to her cheeks and the words die in her throat are enough to tell me everything I need to know.Â
He hasn't done shit for her.
She balls her hands into fists by her side and lunges at me but Jungkook jumps in between us, grabs her by the shoulders and turns her around, forcing her out the front door.Â
"You're gonna throw me out and choose that slut over your own daughter?" she yells struggling to get out of his grasp the whole way.Â
"Last time I checked honey the only slut around these parts is you" I throw back, following right behind them and the way her jaw drops is just priceless.Â
"That's enough! Jina go!" Jungkook says through gritted teeth letting go of her once she's passed the thresh hold, leaving her standing there, looking between the two of us before scoffing and storming off down the driveway.Â
"I knew you were obsessed with her I just never thought you would bother acting on it" Jina spits out at her father and when she sees that he doesn't flinch she hurls more baseless lies and insults at the both of us.Â
"You know she's just using you to get a place to stay and get over her ex right? What happened to staying a virgin until you got married y/n? Huh? Guess getting cheated on really fucked you up" she spits while unlocking her car.Â
"And I guess fucking around with an ego-driven two-timing narcissist gets you pregnant" I throw back and she purses her lips before sinking down in her car, accepting defeat this time and leaving like her father told her to.Â
"Say hi to Jared for me" I call out, waving at her as she grips the steering wheel until her knuckles have gone white, putting it in drive and backing out of the driveway.
I walk over to the couch and let out a big sigh once I've sat down, throwing my head in my hands as a way to ground myself.Â
Breathing through this dizzy feeling from that whole confrontation that I had not been prepared for is a lot tougher than I thought it would be, my whole body still buzzing.
I hear Jungkook close the door behind him after having watched her speed down the street, still worried for her safety but also wanting to make sure she was actually gone. What happened just now was enough of a confrontation to last me a lifetime, or at least it feels that way. Â
"Hey" he whispers, kneeling in front of me and rubbing my back, "Are you okay?" he continues and I nod my head, feeling the tears prickling in my eyes, calling my bluff.
"Come here" he whispers, sitting on the couch next to me and pulling me onto his lap, rubbing my back again and holding me while I let out some of those tears I had held back.
"I don't even know why I crying" I say, sniffling and sitting back up to dry my eyes.
"No one likes getting into fights with someone they used to care about. Well, nobody sane likes getting into fights with someone they used to care about" he says, trying to lighten the mood and it does the trick making me scoff a bit, smiling at his efforts to make me feel better.
He cups my face and wipes a few tears that had fallen, looking at me with his brows pinched together as if his heart is breaking with mine.
"But you still care about her though, don't you?" he asks and I nod my head. "It's hard not to" I admit, getting off his lap and sitting next to him which makes him angle his body to face mine, taking hold of one of my hands, encouraging me to speak my mind.Â
"She's been my best friend for the past six years. That's not something that can magically be turned off for me. I know what she did to me was devastating and I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive her for it. I'm still trying to heal from it all so I don't know, I couldn't help but defend myself, and you. I'm sorry you had to see that" I say, mumbling the last part and feeling so much regret for saying those ugly things about his daughter right in front of him.Â
"Everyone has a right to defend themselves and when you're being attacked like that, you can't help but say hurtful things. She had no right and she knew that and wanted to hurt the both of us anyway" he says and I take a deep breath before turning my attention back to him because she said just as many hurtful things to him as she did to me.
"Are you okay?" I question, tightening my hold on his hand to hopefully encourage him to be vulnerable with me as well.Â
He nods his head with a sad smile and waits a beat before saying anything and I hold my breath until he does.Â
"No one wants their daughter to end up in the kind of situation she put herself in or see the people that they care about hurting but what she said didn't hurt me" he says and I nod my head, paying attention to his hand that I have placed in my lap, tracing the swirls of ink with my eyes as they travel further up his arm.Â
"What did hurt me though was the way she was talking about you. You know that's not how I feel about you at all right?" he says, tilting my face up towards him making purposeful eye contact with me, needing to know that I believe him.Â
"I know" I nod, giving him a sad smile accompanied by my still glossy eyes making him even more sad seeing how upset all of this has made me.Â
"Can I do anything to make you feel better?" he asks, cupping my face and keeping my eyes on him when I try to turn them away. "No, I'll be okay" I shake my head and he studies my features before nodding and accepting my words at face value.Â
"Okay, do you wanna go back up to my room? You can sleep in there with me if you'd like" he says, brushing a tear dampened strand of hair out of my face.Â
I give him a mischievous smile, telling him I know what he's up to but he pulls away and puts his hands up in a way to defend his motives.Â
"Just sleep, I promise. Scouts honor" he says, crossing his heart and I laugh at his playfully defensive nature. "Sure" I say, taking hold of his hand while he stands up and leads me back to his bedroom.Â
~~~~
After having talked a little bit more about what had happened the topic of conversation circles back to what we had been in the middle of before she showed up.Â
"So earlier it seemed like you wanted to ask me a question" I say, taking a sip from my soda that had come with the take out we had ordered hours ago, toying with the straw and keeping his attention.Â
"Yeah? And do you know what your answer might be to said question?" he teases, wetting his lips and keeping his eyes trained on mine.Â
"You have to ask the questions first Daddy" I say placing my drink down on his nightstand and when I turn to face him again he's tackling me down on the bed peppering kisses all over me.Â
"Stoooppp" I giggle and he laughs along with me before leaning back to hover over me. "Will you go out with me?" he asks and I can tell that this whole moment has him feeling like a teenager again.
"I thought you'd never ask" I say, running my fingers through his hair making him lean into my touch.Â
"You can't take it back though. Once we do this I won't ever let you go" he husks out, placing a kiss on my palm and I shutter at the feeling. "Then don't" I breathe out making a flame of desire flash through his eyes.Â
"You're gonna get yourself in trouble you know that?" he warns, placing a kiss on my nose before getting off me and turning off the tv. "Hey! I was watching that!" I pout "No you weren't" he chuckles. "Plus it's time to go to bed. We've got a big day ahead of us" he says, getting under the covers and motioning for me to do the same.Â
"Big day?" I question, not remembering we had something on the agenda this weekend. "I may or may not have planned out our date this morning while you were still in bed Sleeping Beauty" he says, pulling me onto his chest but I sit up pulling away from him with my brows scrunched together.Â
"How were you so sure I would say yes?" I scoff, shocked by his bold assumption. "From the way I've been making you moan my name I figured you wouldn't mind going on one date with me in return" he says and my jaw drops, throwing the covers off myself and making a break for it but he yanks me back towards him making me flop down on the bed.Â
"You can't just say things like that" I whine, hands over my eyes as a way to block him out of my vision and hide the very apparent blush that I'm sure is starting to bloom.Â
"Am I wrong?" he taunts, placing kisses on my neck and collarbone, dangerously close to making me moan his name again.Â
"You're no fair" I say, pushing him off and giving him my back making him chuckle at my shy behavior. He lays down and pulls me back into him. My back now against his chest and his hand placed on my hip where I'm again reminded that I'm only wearing his shirt and my under ware.Â
"Keep your hands to yourself Mr." I tease while prying his hand off me. "Come on darling, you know I'm a man of my word. Just sleep, nothing else" he says, this time sliding his hand further up to hold onto my bare waist.Â
"Fine" I grumble out and he laughs and nuzzles his nose into my neck, taking another deep breath, flooding his senses with my scent.Â
"Goodnight Bunny" he mumbles against my skin. "Goodnight Daddy I tease and am rewarded with a slap on my ass.Â
"Did, did you just spank me?" I say trying to wiggle out of his hold but he's already got his arm wrapped around my waist again. "I told you that pretty little mouth of yours was gonna get you into trouble didn't I?" he says, switching to rubbing his hand along the tender flesh he just struck, caressing it in a way to ease the pain.Â
I pout and settle back into the bed, not dignifying his words with a response. It's only when I accidentally move my hips backwards do I freeze from gaining a soft moan from him, no doubt caught off guard from the contact of my ass up against him.Â
"Sorry I didn't mean to I-" "I know Bunny, just go to sleep" he says placing a kiss on my neck and holding my hips in place, putting a little more space between us.Â
As I slow my breathing to a steady one I start to lull myself to sleep but I flinch at the sound of his cute snores in my ear. 'Something I'll have to tease him about in the morning' I giggle to myself and take his hand off my hip, choosing instead to hold it against my chest having him surrounding me. Soon I'm slipping into that dreamland he had drifted off to moments before, safe and warm being in his arms. Â
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pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader
summary: ethan makes an offhand comment about potentially âdying a virginâ. you ask him if heâd like you to help with that. and how could he possibly refuse?
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notes: first time fully writing smut on this blog! I hope I did okay lol I probs got a bit carried away,, I remember hearing his comment in the movie and being like I VOLUNTEER I CAN HELP lmao, anyways,,, comments / reblogs are highly appreciated, and requests are open! lmk if youâd like to be added to the tag list for further ethan landry related content!
warnings: cursing, protected sex, oral (f and m receiving), ethan realizing how much he loves going down on you lol, MINORS DNI!!!! normal sized font below!
notes: guys hot take but I think ethan is a boobs guy, but what do you think? sound off in the comments ethan nation
P.S.: this is a REPOST with some slight edits, sorry for the inconvenience!!
You distinctly remember the moment when Ethan made that comment.
You were all sitting outside, discussing your theories as to who the Ghostface killer could be and who you guys should be watching out for. When Ethan realized he was part of the core friend group, and as a result, also a target, he looked panicked.
âAm I gonna die a virgin?â
It was an offhand comment that no one paid much attention to, it seemed like everyone pretty much expected that from him. But you didnât. Sure, he was a total dork, and really bad at talking to girls, but he was a pretty boy. Youâd be lying if you said you hadnât considered hooking up with him before, but⊠That comment truly solidified the thought for you.
The two of you were sat on the couch of Chad and Ethanâs shared dorm. Despite Mindy telling you she didnât trust him and that you shouldnât be hanging out alone with him, you did very much need his tutoring. Youâd rather get killed by Ghostface than have to retake econ.
But you couldnât focus on the material. Not when Ethanâs virgin comment was making all kinds of images appear in your mind. You werenât even listening to what he was saying, your brain having a field day with the thought of you taking that title away from him.
âHey, Ethan.â You finally spoke up, looking away from your notes.
âYeah?â He looked at you, the end of his pen held to his lips. He always had a habit of biting his pen when he got distracted.
âAre you really a virgin?â
The bluntness of your out of the blue question completely took him out of it. His eyes widened and he just sort of froze up, like his brain short circuited. You could tell he started blushing, and god did it look adorable.
âU-UhmâŠâ He put down his pen and tried to look anywhere but where your eyes were. Frankly, he was a bit embarrassed about it. Heâd never even had a girlfriend, let alone have sex before, and as much as Chad tried to get him involved with girls he always struggled with it. Not just because of how awkward he generally was.
But because he had a crush on you already.
No one knew, not even his roommate, but lately heâd been struggling with keeping it to himself, especially as the two of you had been hanging out more on your own. There were so many moments where he just wanted to be closer to you, move all these papers aside and just kiss you right then and there.
His eyes were fixated on his laptop as he swallowed hard, clearly nervous about the whole ordeal. âUhm⊠Yeah. I amâŠâ He brought up a hand to scratch at the back of his neck, trying to keep his hands busy so his nerves wouldnât show as much. âJust⊠Never got around to it.â He chuckled nervously.
You closed your laptop, realizing youâd made the poor boy uncomfortable with your sudden interest in his sex life. Or, well, lack there of. âHey, itâs okay! Itâs nothing to be ashamed about, thereâs no, like, expiration date on when you have to fuck someoneâŠâ You tried to make him feel a bit better.
Ethan nodded awkwardly, genuinely wishing this couch would just swallow him whole so he could disappear. The girl he liked knew he was a virgin loser with no game, there was no way you were ever going to want him now.
The two of you sat in silence for a bit, Ethan wondering if it was too late to jump out a window and forget this ever happened. You, however, had a different turn of events in mind.
âDo you want me to help with that?â
Those words made Ethan look up from his laptop and his eyes widen. If your previous question was a pitch, this one was a home run. He wasnât even completely sure if you actually asked that or if he imagined it, until he met your gaze. But he wanted to be sure his mind wasnât playing tricks on him. âW-What?â
You shuffled a little closer, legs touching his, putting a hand on his thigh and leaning in slightly. âDo you want me to take your virginity?â
Ethan can feel blood rush to his cock from the question alone, his gaze darting from your lips back up to your eyes. If this was a dream, it was definitely the best one heâs had so far.
âYes.â
Your lips meet his only a second after his reply, the book on his lap falling to the floor as you both lean in at the same time. You could tell he was nervous, but that didnât stop him from trying. You tilted your head to the side and opened your mouth slightly to run your tongue across his bottom lip, an action that elicited a slight whimper from him.
His arms snaked around your waist and you raised yourself up onto his lap. A hand soon found its place in his curls, tugging gently to tilt his head back as your lips traveled down to his jaw, then to his neck, peppering gentle kisses and love bites on the way.
âS-ShitâŠâ He spoke between hot breaths, one of his hands now resting on the soft flesh of your thigh, squeezing slightly whenever your teeth would bite down on his sensitive skin.
You giggle softly at how sensitive he was, lips sucking a darker mark on the spot below his ear. His hips were shifting beneath you, and even through multiple layers of clothing, you could tell he was getting harder by the second. You pulled back, hands coming up to cup his pretty face. He was already panting a bit, cheeks tinged pink from all this newfound excitement. âYou look so pretty...â You press another soft kiss to his lips. âThis okay?â
Ethan looks up at you with an almost desperate look in those doe eyes of his, nodding at your question. As much as you wanted to fuck him right then and there, Ethan deserved to be taken care of a little, especially since this was his first time experiencing most of this.
âGood, good...â Your thumb rubs gently across the soft skin of his cheek. âWanna... Take this to the bedroom?â
âPlease.â He breathes out against your lips.
The walk, or almost run to his bedroom, was a blur in your mind. You wasted no time, quickly getting inside and locking the door behind you both. Ethan was eager now that this was finally feeling real, hands swiftly finding your hips again and pulling you in for a passionate kiss.
âHmm... Someoneâs excited...â You mumbled in between kisses, stumbling backwards onto the bed until your back hit the mattress. Ethan held himself above you, brown curls perfectly framing his face as he admired how beautiful you looked on his bed.
He kissed you again, tongues playing with one another as his confidence was spurred on by his pure exhilaration. âBeen... Wanting to do this forever...â He spoke against your lips as your hands searched for the hem of his shirt. âWith you...â He pulled his shirt off in a hurry, diving back to meet your neck, pressing feverish kisses to your skin.
âYeah?â You bit your lip, hand coming up to further push him into the crook where your shoulder and neck met. You let out a soft mewl when he bit down, wondering if heâd imagined this before. One of your hands moved over his chest, nails raking over the skin and undoubtedly leaving red lines in their wake. They travelled over his abs, down to his crotch, palming slightly, which earned a delicious groan from him.
You tilt your head to kiss the side of his head and get his attention to meet your gaze. His eyes find yours, half lidded, pupils blown out like he was high off the moment. âMe too.â You say, and you could swear it activated something in him when you did.
His hands start roaming under your shirt, and you take that as your cue to take yours off too. He stops for a moment, purely to admire the newly exposed parts of your body. Sure, heâd snuck glances at your chest when you wore tighter shirts, or when the collar would dip down just enough to give him a peek. But he only imagined touching your tits, how soft they were, how well youâd react to his hands.
His hand reached out and he gently cupped your breast, still a little careful. âSo soft...â He mumbled to himself, his thumb slowly rolling over your nipple, almost teasingly so. You whined softly, arching your back a little into his touch. His other hand joined in and he squeezed them a bit, seemingly entranced by just how soft and pleasant they felt. Like they were made to be held by him.
He leaned down to your chest and looked up at you with puppy eyes. He could ask you to rob a bank with those eyes, and youâd do it. You just hoped he didnât realize how you weak you were to that look.
âCan I?â He licked his lips.
âY-Yeah, Ethan, anything...â You rubbed your thighs together. You knew he was just taking things slow, for both of your sakes, but god it felt like he was teasing you so badly.
He licked your nipple, a little hesitant, but he took the hand in his hair as a sign that he could continue. He wrapped his lips around the sensitive bud and suckled softly, closing his eyes as his fingers played around with your other nipple. You swore he was getting off on just sucking and touching your tits, noticing slight movements of his hips grinding into the bed.
He let go with an audible âpopâ, earning a delicious whimper from you.
âE-Ethan...â You whined, catching your bottom lip under your teeth.
âYeah...?â He hoped he wasnât doing anything wrong.
âTouch me...â You spread your thighs a little more. âPlease?â
âO-Oh, right... Sorry, I just... Got a little caught up in the moment.â He chuckled nervously and you did the same. You were glad there was still an air of lightness surrounding the whole ordeal. The last thing youâd want was for him to feel judged or uncomfortable.
He moved back a little between your thighs, hands exploring the soft skin of your legs with a pleased hum. Heâd dreamt about moments like these so many times, ever since you became part of the friend group, he just couldnât stop imagining what it was like. What youâd feel like, what youâd sound like... He was still processing a little that it was all actually happening.
His hand hesitatingly moved over your inner thigh, bringing a finger to gently trace over the fabric of your panties. His eyes widened a little at what he felt; you were soaked. He felt a little more confident in knowing he did that to you, but also a little shocked. âYouâre... So wet...â
You brought up your hands to cover your face. You were, yes, but the way he was saying it made you all the more conscious about the effects he was having on your body. âEthan... Thatâs-- You canât...â
He grinned slightly at your reaction. He never knew you could get shy like this, you were usually such an open person. âAlright, let me just...â His fingers dipped under the waistband of your panties. He bit his lip when he discovered the hot wetness there, gently running over your slicked folds. âIs this okay?â he looked up at you.
âMhm...â You nodded, your thighs twitching slightly when his finger grazed over your clit. âF-Fuck, yes... There, keep... Keep doing that.â You felt a little guilty for a second, remembering this was supposed to be about him. But you were doing him a favor, really, he was bound to have to find out how to touch a girl sooner or later.
His middle finger ran gentle and slow circles over your clit as his other hand kept busy running up and down your thigh. He stopped for a moment, hooking his finger around the elastic of your panties, looking at you for approval to take them off. You said something along the lines of âgo aheadâ between your whimpers, so he gently removed them from your body.
Again, he was taken aback by how beautiful you were, pussy glistening with juices. âGod...â His thumb ran over your clit and you shivered slightly, having missed his touch, even if it was just for a few moments.
An idea sprung alive in his head, something heâd thought about many times before. âHey, uhm... Can I...â He seemed nervous about proposing it.
âHm? What is it Ethan?â You propped yourself up slightly onto your elbows, looking at him.
âCan I go down on you?â He paused for a moment, swallowing. âI, uh... Iâve always wanted to try that.â
You smiled at his request. Usually, the first thing guys would want is for a girl to go down on them, but you supposed Ethan wanted to explore all the options a little first. And maybe he wanted this to last longer than he would with your mouth on him. âY-Yeah, sure...â
He smiled back, arms now on both sides of your thighs as he leaned his head down closer to your aching core. His hot breath hit your pussy, and you resisted the urge to just pull him closer. Instead, you ran your fingers over his scalp with an encouraging nudge. He stuck out his tongue, running it flat over the entirety of your wetness, humming at the taste.
You squirmed when he reached your clit, and his hands came up to settle on your thighs. He flicked his tongue and you moaned, almost obscenely, at the action. âF-Fuck!â He did it again, and your thighs started clamping down on him. âJesus, Ethan...â He brought his lips down onto the needy bundle of nerves and suckled gently. Your head threw back as his tongue sent waves of warm tingles through your entire body.
âA-Are you sure this is your first time?â You spoke breathily through your moans and it only spurred him on further. He looked up at you with those all too familiar puppy eyes, tongue eagerly lapping at your juices. He moaned into your cunt, rutting into the bed slightly, fuck it felt good to please you.
You felt a familiar knot start to form in your stomach, hips moving against Ethanâs face as you mumbled his name over your whimpers. He sucked down on your clit again and that sent you over the edge, hand gripping his curls as you became undone beneath him. You rode it out on his face a bit before you relaxed back onto the mattress, thighs trembling in the aftermath of your orgasm. âHoly shit... Ethan...â
He slowly got up, using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth clean. âI hope I did alright.â He smiled, gently stroking your leg.
âAre you kidding me?â you spoke up after finally catching your breath. âYou did so well baby.â You propped yourself up and he leaned down to kiss you, letting you taste your own juices on his tongue. Your hands went to his pants in the meantime, working on undoing his belt. âIf youâd just⊠Help me out with thoseâŠâ You smiled against his lips. âI could return the favor.â
He wasted no time in taking off his pants, kicking them off the bed until he was left in just his boxers. He kneeled on the mattress, his hard-on straining against the fabric of his underwear. You leaned forward onto your elbows, and he swore just the sight of you like that would have finished him off.
You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his bulge through the fabric, and you noticed a twitch from his cock in return. âBeen wanting to know what you taste like for monthsâŠâ You mumbled, hooking your fingers over the waistband of his underwear to free his throbbing cock. The tip was already dripping with pre-cum, proof of just how worked up he got from eating you out earlier.
âJust relax, âkay?â You looked up at him and offered a sultry smile, to which he nodded. You reached out and with a gentle grip, pumped his length a few times. He bit his lip, suppressing a groan. God your hand felt so much better than hisâŠ
You leaned in and licked across the tip, collecting the bead of pre-cum on your tongue and savoring it. âSuch a pretty cock tooâŠâ You licked up the length of him and he hissed through his teeth, hand landing gently on the back of your head. Not pushing, not pulling, just wanting to touch you.
He whined out your name when you suckled on the tip, looking down at you with desperate and needy eyes. âFuck⊠T-That feels⊠So fucking good oh my godâŠâ His hand moves over to your jaw, so youâre looking up at him now, and the eye contact doesnât break, not even once.
His breathing picks up when you start to bob your head, but he stops you before you go deeper, pulling out of your mouth. âShit, sorry, was that too far?â You look at him with a worried expression.
âNo, no, not at all, itâs just⊠I wanna last longer.â He looked a bit embarrassed, and you felt a sense of pride of almost making him cum just from giving him head for a bit.
âThatâs okay,â You got up to your knees and pressed a kiss to his lips. âIâm starting to get impatient anyways,â His breath hitched when you traced your fingers over his length again. âNeed you inside meâŠâ
You gave him a slight push so he sat down on the bed as you leaned over to grab a condom from the pocket of your discarded shorts. You rolled it over his cock, a snug fit, as expected, and your eyes went back to his face. He watched your pussy hover over his length, mentally preparing himself. If you going down on him felt that incredible, then this was about to be an out of body experience.
You put one hand on his chest to stabilize yourself, and reached one hand under to run his tip between your folds, lubing him up with your juices. âYou ready?â
He nodded, hands coming up to gently rest on your hips. With that, you sank down onto his cock, slowly but steadily taking him inch by inch. Both of you moaned in unison at the joining of your bodies, neither of you imagining it would feel quite like this. You, surprised by the stretch he gave your cunt, him, surprised by your warmth and tightness.
âFuckâŠâ You sighed out, before you fully took his length, skin meeting skin with an audible clap. âSo... Deep...â You put both of your hands on his chest, leaning forward a little. âFeels good, huh? You fit inside me so perfectly...â
âShit...â He squeezes your hips harder, not enough to bruise, at least not yet. âSo tight...â Ethan moves his hips up a little and you moan at the movement, the head of his cock grazing a very special spot inside you.
âF-Fuck, Ethan, hold on... J-Just...â You raised your hips, almost pulling him out completely.
âLet me...â You lowered again, ass meeting his hips. âTake care of you...â You started to establish a steady rhythm, Ethan watching your body move in complete fascination. You were gorgeous, tits bouncing, making the prettiest noises. Any guy would kill to have you on him like that, and he was no exception.
Your thighs started burning a little after a while, and he could tell as your movements got less intense. But you felt so good, every single change in motion sent jolts of pleasure through his body, his cock twitching whenever you would moan out his name.
He decided to keep chasing this high and take the reigns, putting a hand on your lower back and getting up, laying you down on the mattress as he pulled out.
âE-Ethan! What are you-- o-oh my god--â Your sentence got cut off by him sliding back inside you, his arms resting besides your body. You didnât expect this more... Initiative-taking side of him, but it was welcome either way. You hooked your legs around his hips to pull him in closer, arms resting over his shoulders.
He quickly began thrusting, hips snapping forward, the room filled with the almost pornographic sounds coming from the two of you. He looked at you, curls sticking to his sweaty forehead, mouth slightly agape. You pulled him in by his shoulders to capture his lips, moaning into his mouth as he picked up the pace.
âFuck... âM close... So close...â He spoke through heavy pants, head now buried into your neck.
âMe too baby, me too, holy shit donât stop... D-Donât stop!â You felt the hot coil in your stomach get to a breaking point, the bed rocking slightly with Ethanâs movements as you started repeating his name between your moans.
Ethanâs hips pushed into you one last time, cock twitching as he came, filling the condom nearly to its brim. He groaned your name into your neck, breath hot against your love bite covered skin.
You followed right after, legs clamping down on him, your pussy clenching onto his cock and milking every last drop out of him. Your thighs trembled as you panted, holding him close as he rode out his orgasm with a few last sloppy thrusts.
His body collapsed on top of you, the weight almost comforting, and you wrapped your arms around him, pressing a kiss to his head. He moved his head to kiss you lazily, and you chuckled at how adorable he was being. He pressed a few kisses to your lips, eyes fluttering open soon after.
âThank you...â He smiled sleepily, still coming down from the amazing high heâd experienced just then. âThat was... Amazing...â
âCould say the same to you...â You smiled back, basking in the sweet after sex euphoria while you could. You whined slightly when he finally pulled out, suddenly feeling a bit empty.
Ethan disposed of the condom while you went to his bathroom to pee really quick. He sat back down on the bed and looked at his phone, seeing multiple messages from his roommate.
[chadmeister]: jesus christ
[chadmeister]: are u guys almost done
[chadmeister]: iâve been here for like 20 minutes now you know
[chadmeister]: pretty sure the entire floor heard u two
[chadmeister]: at least u def wonât die a virgin now MY MANNN
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closer â hamzahthefantastic
contains: 18+ content, mdni!!! losing virginity, fingering, inexperienced reader
a/n: this is like a part 2 to intimate so read that one first if u want lol also i did not proofread sorry
days had passed since the night hamzah had went down on you. days since he slipped his fingers right inside of you and made you suck them clean.
embarrassingly, it was all you could think about. all that occupied your mind was an overwhelming craving for more.
of course, you were nervous over the idea of losing your virginity. you couldnât help but stress over the possibility of it going horribly wrong.
but since that night, you felt ready.
you just werenât sure how to approach the situation. everytime you tried to mention it to hamzah, you backed out- feeling too awkward to explain to him how badly you wanted to take that next step with him.
but now, while your sat on his couch, watching him finish editing a video- the urge to admit how desperately you needed him was too strong to ignore.
you were completely infatuated with him. the way his finger clicked on the mouse so gently. the way he let out a frustrated sigh when making a mistake. each move he made and every sound that left his throat drove you absolutely insane.
âhamzah?â you question, still sat on the couch behind him.
âyeah?â
âyou almost done?â
âalmost- come sit with me while i finish up.â he said, turning his desk chair around and motioning to his lap.
you walk over to him and straddle his lap, placing your chin on his shoulder as he turns his chair back towards his desk.
you play with the curls at the nape of his neck while continues frantically typing on his keyboard. every so often, one of his hands gently caresses your back.
after a few minutes, you hear his typing start to slow. this is followed by the sound of him clicking away the various open browsers on his computer.
âall done.â he says, sounding relieved.
you sit up to face him.
âfinally.â you smile and he presses a gentle kiss to your lips.
âwhatâd you wanna do with the rest of the night? go to a movie? or we could go get ice cream- thereâs that really good spot in downtown,â
âuhm i dunno, i thought we could stay here.â you reply shyly, praying he understands what youâre trying to imply despite the vagueness of your statement.
âokay, yeah. letâs stay in. did you wanna like order food or something?â
god you wish he could just read your mind.
âno, actually i wanted to talk to you about something.â you explain, already feeling nervous.
âoh- okay.â he replies, his brown eyes scanning your face.
âitâs embarrassing.â you hide your face, laying back on his shoulder.
âcâmon, you know you can tell me anything.â he rubs your back assuringly.
you lift your face once again, looking in his eyes before you speak.
âiâve just been thinking about the other night, a lot.â
âbaby, thatâs not embarrassing,â he grins. âiâve been thinking about it too,â he lays his hand softly on your cheek.
you canât help but smile at him.
âyeah?â you question, earning an eager nod from hamzah. âyou ever think about going all the way with me?â you asks, your voice low.
âof course, i do.â he answers, his voice just as low. you feel his chest start to rise and fall faster than before.
âiâm ready for it.â you place your hand on top of his hand on your cheek.
âare you sure?â he looks directly in your eyes as he asks you the question.
âyeah. if you donât wanna do it right now though, thatâs totally fine! we can do something else, one of the things you suggested-â you ramble.
âno no no, i want to!â he cuts you off. âjust wanna make sure youâre a hundred-percent sure.â
you respond by nodding before connecting your lips with his. you kissed him hungrily.
in an instant, his hands slid under your thighs and he gets up out of his desk chair- carrying you into his bedroom.
he lays you on his bed and immediately climbs over you, wasting no time to connect your lips once again. his hands roam your body aimlessly as your hands play with hem of his shirt before helping him get rid of it.
he pulls off your sweater and leaves sloppy kisses on your collar bone before reaching to unclip your bra.
âso beautiful,â he says in awe of the sight in front of him. he leans down, taking one nipple into his mouth before giving equal attention to the other.
the sensation of his mouth on you feels heavenly. you whimper and hamzahâs hands find their way to top of your jeans- fingers now fiddling with the button of them.
he helps you slide them down your legs and you kick them to the side before he removes his own jeans.
his fingers trace the band of your underwear and he pauses, âyou doing okay?â
he was so worried about advancing too quickly, making you uncomfortable. he wanted everything to be perfect for you.
âiâm good. promise.â you nod and he attaches his mouth to yours once again.
you reach for the band of his boxers before his hand stops you.
âwait- gonna make you come first.â he kisses you again. âhelp you relax.â
you nod in response and he takes note of the way you spread your legs wider for him.
his fingers wander across the silky material of your underwear, pressing against the already wet fabric.
you whimper as his fingers stroke you up and down. the friction of your underwear feeling both intoxicating and infuriating. all you wanted was more, more, more.
âyou like that?â he questions, already knowing the answer. he saw the way your chest quickly rose up and down. the way you bit your lip in attempt to contain your desperate noises.
you nod rapidly and you watch as the expression on his face transitions from slightly nervous to completely sure of himself.
a striking contrast from his usual awkward demeanor.
he couldnât help but feel confident hovering over you. not when you were left breathless from his touch and utterly soaked without him even having to slip his hand under your panties.
âbeg for it.â he grins, his fingers still stroking the outside of your underwear excruciatingly slow.
âwhat?â you breath out.
âbeg for my fingers. tell me how much you want me to touch you right now.â the right side of his mouth lifts into a cocky smile.
he knows exactly how needy you are and youâre simply to caught up in it to be embarrassed.
âi want you so bad, hamzah. please, just- touch me.â you whimper.
thatâs all it takes for him to be pulling down you underwear and pressing his thumb to your clit as one of his fingers slip inside of you.
at the same time, he leans down and connects his lips with yours. he kisses you urgently and soon enough his tongue is rhythmically moving with yours- matching the pace of his finger sliding in and out of you.
the moment a second finger enters you, you begin having trouble kissing him back as your left absolutely breathless.
noticing this, hamzah moves from your lips to the sweet spot on your neck. he sucks and nips at the skin in a manner that leaves you moaning uncontrollably.
âfuck my hand, baby.â he whispers against your neck.
you shyly start moving your hips, pushing them forward in sync with his fingers. you eventually grow more confident in your movements- shamelessly riding his fingers.
âatta girl.â he praises as you feel his lips turn to a smile against the skin of your neck.
you shut your eyes tightly- the feeling of his fingers deep inside of you leaving you in ecstasy.
with the added pressure of his thumb circling at your clit, you feel yourself coming completely undone.
he can tell your almost there when your movements turn frantic.
he continues kissing up the side of your neck, across your collarbone, all over your breasts.
amongst these kisses, he whispers praises and repeats your name as if heâs reciting a prayer.
this leaves you crying out and gasping for air as your orgasm fully takes over you.
he keeps his fingers in motion until your orgasm subsides. he then removes his fingers, still covered in your wetness, and brings them up towards your mouth.
he traces your bottom lip with both fingers before you instinctually part your lips, allowing him to push them into your mouth. you suck his fingers clean just as you had only a few days ago.
once you release them, he leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your lips.
he pulls away, pushing away the baby hairs that had fallen across your forehead.
âyou drive me crazy y/n.â he says softly, his dark brown eyes staring into yours.
you smile at him before lifting your head up to kiss him.
âi want you so bad, hamzah.â you beg, seeking more of him. you were craving a more intimate connection.
âmy needy girlâ, he teases. âiâll be right back.â
you watch as he walks to his bathroom, coming back with a foil condom wrapper in between his fingers.
âyouâre a hundred-percent sure about this?â he questions once again.
âyes. hamzah, iâm sure.â you reassure him.
he slides off his boxers, revealing his erection. nerves arise in your stomach as he slips the ring of rubber over his thick length.
climbing back over you, he notices the nervous expression on your face.
âiâll be gentle.â he kisses the top of your forehead, âand if itâs too much, youâre gonna tell me and weâll stop, âkay?â he stares into your eyes, waiting for your response.
âokay.â you nod.
he fingers wrap around his shaft and he begins running his erection through your folds. you moan at the sensation.
he uses one hand to hold himself up while the other traces your arm soothingly.
when he pushes just the head of his erection inside of you, youâre left with slight discomfort due to him stretching you so wide.
you take deep breaths as he works his way inside of you, one inch at a time.
âfuck- youâre so tight.â he breaths out. âyou okay?â
âyeah, yeah- just give me a second.â he remains still inside of you as he leaves sweet kisses across your collarbone.
once youâve adjusted to feeling so full, you let him know to start moving.
before pulling out and pushing back into you, he slides the hand laying on your arm to your hand, raising your arm above your head and interlocking your fingers together.
his thrusts start off slow and smooth but as he feels your body relax underneath him, he begins increasing his pace.
soon enough, your bodies colliding together quickly. the room filled with the sound of your skin hitting and the squeaking of the bed beneath you.
you never couldâve imagined that youâre first time would feel so good, you always pictured your nerves getting in the way of your pleasure.
but with hamzah, it was so easy to feel comfortable, to just let go and enjoy the moment.
âfuck- you feel so good y/n.â he whimpers. âyouâre doing so good, baby.â
all you can do is nod and let out a shuddered sigh in response.
with each thrust, it feels like hamzah gets deeper inside you, hitting places that make you feel like youâre floating.
âiâm so close, hamzah.â you cry, feeling your second orgasm build.
âiâm not gonna last much longer either.â he answers.
he unlocks his fingers from yours and reaches down to rub your clit.
this puts you over the edge, youâre a breathless, whining mess as you squeeze your inner walls around him.
this causes his cock to twitch inside you and a choked groan to leave his lips. you weave your fingers through his dark curls as he comes.
witnessing pleasure wash over his face is one of the most memorizing sights youâve ever seen.
he collapses on top of you. his body warm and sweaty- your damp skin sticks together.
you run your nails along his back, feeling the muscles of his shoulders relax.
âhow was it?â he questions, his head still buried in the crook of your neck.
âit was perfect hamzah.â
he hums pleasantly against your neck. you lie together for a while.
you smile to yourself, enjoying the moment. his skin on yours, his body weighing on you, his lips smushed against your neck.
you had never felt closer to him.
you were completely encapsulated by his warmth, wishing it would last forever.
a/n: i never know how to end a fic lol also why is writing smut so embarrassing i am cringing at the fact that i just wrote thisâŠlol..hope u guys like it tho⊠k bye muah
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not a thing
Post Outbreak! Joel Miller x Female Reader
part ii
summary: You and Joel had a private moment while Ellie was asleep. Or so youâd thought she was asleep.
warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. implied smut, but no actual smut. grumpy Joel, Ellie is a little shit.
Word Count: 1.5k
a/n: nervous to write for TLOU but still giving it a shot! poor Ellie for being subjected to what i am about to subject her to lol. Edit: holy shit, i did not expect this to get much attention. thank you all sm for reading, liking and reblogging!
It had been an incredibly stupid thing to do.
So, so, so fucking stupid.
You knew that.
And Joel knew that.
You two were supposed to have been standing watch.
Not to mention, there had been a teenaged girl sleeping close by, just mere fucking yards away from the two of you had beenâ
Jesus Christ.
Dammit, you and Joel fucking knew better than to be this goddamn stupid.
Careless.
But neither of you could help yourselves.
It had been several weeksâactually, it had been several months since you two had been able to steal a private moment for yourselves. That moment would have been missed had you not somehow woken up in the middle of the night, only to find Joel wide awake, his rifle in hand as he stood watch while you and Ellie had slept. Youâd offered to take his place for a few hours so he could get some rest too, but instead, a few minutes and many, many desperate, feverish kisses later, the two of you found yourselves on the other side of Billâs old white and blue Chevrolet pickup truck, Joelâs jeans unzipped and your own jeans pulled down around your knees along with your underwear. Heâd had you bent over, but still standing at a point where you could peek over the bed of the truck so that you could somehow keep a watchful eye out in between the moments of mind-numbing pleasureâboth for any signs of potential danger and also for Ellie, who was passed out, curled up into a little ball in her sleeping bag and completely unaware of what her two reluctant protectors were doing behind the vehicle right next to her.
Your bottom lip was busted, bruised from biting down on it so hard.
The deal had been no noise, not even a single whimper, although you couldnât remember how well either of you had stuck to that rule in the heat of the moment. It had been a quick fuck, just enough to give you and Joel some much needed relief from all of those pent up stresses and frustrations you two were carrying on your shoulders since Ellie had entered your lives just the week before. And just like back in the Boston QZ, Joel said nothing to you once it was over and done with.
It never hurt your feelings. It was just how things were.
It was some sort of twisted, fucked up unspoken pact the two of you had.Â
Joel Miller fucked you, and then he just pretended like nothing ever happened, not until the next time he found himself buried inside of you.
Itâs not like you expected Joel to return your feelings.
Hell, you werenât even sure the man knew how to feel anything but anger, bitterness, and violence.Â
Afterwards, Joel took you up on your offer to keep watch and slept for a couple of hours until sunrise came and had you both moving, packing up the truck and getting ready to continue the long drive ahead to Wyoming.
âSheâs been oddly quiet,â Joel mumbled to you as he packed up the remnants of the small campsite into the bed of the pickup truck. âGo check on her.â
Obediently, you nodded and dropped the sleeping bag in your hands before turning away and walking over to where Ellie was sitting cross legged on the ground, her fingers mindlessly fiddling with a small, broken tree branch on the ground. âHey,â you offered her a small smile. âItâs almost time to get going. You doing alright over here?â
She looked up at you and gave you a small nod. âYeah. Just cold as fuck since we canât have a fucking fire going,â she said, tossing a tiny glare over in Joelâs direction. âBut other than that? Iâm just fucking peachy.â
You chuckled and shrugged out of your worn out, brown windbreaker jacket. You draped it over Ellieâs shoulders before taking a seat beside her on the ground. She may have been a thorn in Joelâs sideâthen again, who wasnât a thorn in Joel Millerâs sideâbut youâd warmed up to her fairly quickly. A lot quicker than your partner, anyway. He was still a work in progress.
âDid you sleep okay?â
Ellie nodded, clutching your jacket close. âKinda,â she shrugged her small shoulders. âThe ground was really hard and uncomfortable. I woke up a couple of times throughout the night and had trouble falling back asleep.â
Your smile faded ever so slightly. âOh? You did?â
Noticing the sudden change in your demeanor, a small smirk crossed the girlâs face. âI knew you and McGrumps over there were a thing.â
You nearly choked on your own saliva as you nervously sputtered out, âW-What the hell are you talking about?â
Ellie raised an eyebrow at you, shooting you a knowing look as her smirk widened.
Oh for fuckâs sake. Ellie had caught you and Joel while you two wereâfucking?
Mortified did not even come close to cutting it.
âOh god,â You muttered, your face on fire.Â
âI really hope you two are being smart and using protection,â she added teasingly. âWhatâs that saying? Wrap it before you tap it?â
âEllie!â You hissed, glancing over your shoulder. Joel went about his business and it was times like these where you were actually thankful that his hearing wasnât what it used to be. You turned back to her and quickly started trying to explain yourself. âEllie, I donât know what you think you saw butââ
âOh, it was too dark to see anything. I heard you guys.â She jabbed a thumb over her shoulder. âBack behind the truck.â She paused, thoroughly enjoying every single moment of complete and utter discomfort she was causing you. âYou know, if thatâs gonna keep happening, Iâm really gonna need you guys to find me a Walkman with some headphones. Noise cancelling headphones, please and thank you.â
You dropped your head into your hands and anxiously rubbed your face with your palms. âFuck. Iâm really sorry, Ellie,â Was all that you could say.
What else could you say?
Sorry you had to hear me getting fucked by my partner while you were laying just feet away in your sleeping bag?
âSorry for what? For not being able to keep it in your pants?â Ellie giggled, slapping your knee with her hand in an attempt to get you to lighten up. âI get it. Nature. Hormones. Biology and shit.â
You lifted your face from your hands. âJoel canât know,â You warned her. âOr he wonât be able to look you or me in the eye ever again.â
Ellie groaned in exaggeration, throwing her head back. âAw, come on! I really wanted to see him squirm.â
âMe squirming should be fucking enough you little shit,â You laughed, shoving her playfully with your elbow. Once both of your giggles had subsided, in a more serious tone, you told her, âAnd for the record, we are not a thing.â
Ellie stared at you in disbelief. âGet out of here, you lying sack of shit! You totally are!â
âI know itâs hard to understand. But just because two peopleââ You trailed off, trying to choose your words carefully. It was more often than not that you had to remind yourself that despite what Ellie had been through and all she had seen, she was still fourteen. A fucking child.
âBump uglies?â she suggested, wiggling her eyebrows.
You sighed. âJesus Christ, please donât ever fucking say that out loud again.â You paused briefly, running a hand through your hair. âBut yes. Just because two people do what he and I were doing, that doesnât mean anything. For a lot of people, it can be quite meaningless actually. It does not mean they are a thing. Me and Joel? Not a thing. Understood?â
Ellie blinked. âThatâs probably the biggest pile of bullshit Iâve ever heard. Even before last night, I knew you two were a thing. Whether either of you admit it or not. I can tell.â
You knew better than to play into what she was saying, but the sheer curiosity got the better of you.
What had Ellie noticed about you and Joel?
âWhat do you mean?â
She shrugged, bringing her knees up to her chest. âI dunno. The way you look at him. The way he looks at you. Heâs a guy who doesnât seem to give a shit about too many things or too many people. But I know he does give a shit about you. He cares about you. Even if he might have a shitty ass way of showing it.â
You glanced back over at Joel and then back at Ellie, confused.
âAnd you can deny it all you want. But if thereâs one thing that stone cold asshole cares about, itâs definitely you,â Ellie stated firmly.
Your mouth fell open slightly, unsure what to say to her.
âWhat the hell are you two yappinâ about over there?â Joel called, looking over his shoulder.
âNothing!â Ellie practically sang, causing him to roll his eyes and turn his attention back to his task.
âWell then, get off your asses and letâs get a fuckinâ move on. Ainât got time to waste.â
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so here is my adar request. basically in which the fem!reader is taken in ep 5 instead of galadriel. once in adar's tent (during ep 6) they talk and get into a heated discussion about sauron and eregion. their banter gets so intense that glûg walks inside to see if everything is okay and then they both snap at them in union and then glûg whispers something like "oh no, dad and mom are fighting" idk something humorous lol. (excuse my grammar mistakes - English is not my native language). i need tension like air.
omg , tysm for this ask. its absolutely flawless. i enjoyed this ep so much! i have initially thought of doing a small imagine but somehow it turned it into this long, also i diverged from the ask slightly toođ„č. i have changed some dialouges and scenarios. i hope you enjoy them!
pull of threads - (adar Ă fem!reader)
summary: dinner with adar is never straightforward is it? when especially you are captured and essentially sort of a prisoner?
(reimagined rings of power ep 6 where reader gets captured instead of Galadriel)
pairing : adar x female!reader
notes : english is not my first language, so i apologize in advance for the errors you might encounter. i have not properly edited, so please let me know if you find any error.
the uruk leader seated across you is poking his food with a vigour, as he regards you with suspicion. humiliation might be the nicest thing you can describe about what you are feeling right now, (along with some other feelings too but you blatantly ignore them) being captured as a prisoner. you were Lady Galadriel's friend and the her aide, until a few months ago when you retired from your post. everything that was going on was so overwhelming that you had to step away from your duties and that's exactly what you did. you travelled around, mostly staying in woods and forests and praying orcs don't chase you. you almost succeeded too until you recieved a letter from Lady Galadriel stating she needed your help, now that they are going to warn Celebrimbor about Halbrand being Sauron. you were reading her letter without a care for your surrounding that unfortunately resulted in you being captured and brought to the uruk camp. and thats why you were currently in this situation, being seated in front the uruk leader. Adar, he is called, as you recall from the days Lady Galadriel captured him many months ago.
the tent which was made up of dirty rags, was surprisingly warm, with a fireplace and a huge table laden with food. combinations of food that seems almost a disgrace to the plates it hold ; with berries, onions and meat. whoever did the dinner should be tossed into the cliff. the said uruk leader was now biting into a piece of meat from god knows what, as he watches you. if he is hoping to catch something from your expression he has another thing coming for him, as you keep your face as emotionless as you can, although Eru knows for how long.
" from my brief time in your Commander's capture, I guessed she was intent on finding Sauron. almost consumed by the thought of it, one might say." his words sliced the depth of silence that hanged between you and him.
" former Commander. and it is none of your concern what her intentions are. who are you to know her mind? you who could not even resist the allure of Sauron's words?" you reply in a monotonous way, hoping he doesn't find anything there.
Adar stops as he hears those words, as he slowly puts down the piece of food he is chewing. he remembers the first time he saw you; being chained up after being captured by Galadriel. all around him was dark but you came with a jar of water and a loaf of bread for him, when everybody was kind of neglecting him, except for when they needed information and torturing. that simple act of kindess and the conversions that ranged from 'hello' to a simple 'have a good day' that followed from your side warmed what little was left of his beating heart. he remember you being firercely loyal to Galadriel yet having a mind of your own to speak if necessary. he remembers how you disagreed when your commander spoke of his children as slaves. and above all, he remembers how you exuded a sense of warmth in that cold space.
now he looks at you in surprise as he leans forward "former?"
you squirm uncomfortably in your seat. after all, how could you let him know that one of the reasons why you left the army and being her secondin command, was his words? the converstion between him, Lady Galadriel and you, when he was captured really messed up your perceptive. other elves could not see but you saw what he was trying to say; that the uruks were just as worthy of lives and living as other creations of Eru, as each had a heart. you remember disagreeing with Lady Galadriel when she mentioned them as slaves, and Adar's eyes flashing in you direction, with ambiguous emotions.
shaking out of your reverie you say "yes, i am no longer her second in command, so its really useless to have me captured in here. i can offer you nothing. "
adar chuckles at your statement, as he rises from his seat and strides towards you. he stops infront of your chair, as he looks at you with an intense stare. and you couldn't help but stare back at him. those eyes, surrounded by scars and years of mutilation, made your heart ache with pain. you wonder what he was thinking, what he was plotting behind those somber eyes of his. you always wondered what happened to him after you ran away from the campsite that day. you retired and wandered in woods after that incident, with nothing to keep you company but fragments of him in your memory. love and hatred have a fine line separating them; you often heard from your friends and in those lonely nights on the woods you wandered if that is true. if you can cross that line with bravery. something that you are afraid to reveal to anyone. he was the one in your mind and on the other side of that fine line, as swirls of feeling wound up in your heart. a dangerous feeling to have for man who is going to kill you......one day.
"who says you can offer me nothing?" he says as he strides close to your face and tucks a strand of hair back. funny he did that because you had the same thought too, of brushing the loose hair of his and tucking it back. "my children found this in your bag" he says as he pulls out the scroll from a table behind you. "we know the elven army is approaching to find Sauron, in Eregion. And that has all the confirmation i want. and i know Halbrand is Sauron"
desperation washes over you as you see the scroll of paper Lady Galadriel wrote and gave you to read before she parted ways. you never got a chance to read the rest of paper as she and you went seprate ways, before you got caught by his minions.
" whatever your plan is, it is not going to work " you say with venom, as you stand up in anger (or so you thought stubbornly), coming face to face with him.
"do you know what Sauron promised me? " Adar asks you as he studies your expression flits from anger to confusion "children, he promised me children. and he made that promise into weapons of wars, my children mere tools for his gratifications, something which can be eradicated at his whims" he says, his voice a tad quite and flushed with sadness. it took all my willpower to keep my hands from reaching his and comforting him.
" you are going to kill him Eregion, aren't you?" i ask as realisation hits me a few seconds later. he moves back a few paces, widening the tantalizing distance betweeen us and doesn't reply as he keeps his back to me.
" you cannot, i think it is his plan too. i just have feeling in my heart this is exactly what he wants. for you to lead your army to him. we must ask Lady Galadriel's advice" i say as he turns and shoots me a look of disbelief.
"why should i listen to the words of someone whose race is hellbent on eradicating us from the face of this plane?" he shouts as he paces towards you, shaking with anger. "i did not capture you to hear your advice. Eregion will fall and Sauron with it" he says as closes the distance between us, trapping me between the chair and him.
"i want Sauron to fall too, i want to kill him and make sure he is permanently wiped off from this earth. but not in this way." i shriek in his face, which was merely inches apart from mine.
"i do not know why you care if i lead my army or not " he hisses as he moves back from me again, his eyes capturing my own ones in anger and perhaps sadness.
there is a tipping point for everyone's anger and you could feel his words pushing you to yours. you could no longer hold the feelings erupting inside you as you shouts." i care because this will all be ending in blooshed. i care because all my loved ones are going there and i don't want them to die. i care for the lives that will be sacrificed if you chose to follow this foolish plan of yours. and i care that something will happen to you and you will not make it out alive"
reality of the words registers in your brain as soon as the words escape your mouth. you have opened your heart and mouth and let all the dam of emotions you kept inside to turn into a river. and now you are going to suffer the consequences, preferably being submerged in those same waters, which you so kept in binds inside your now erratically beating organ.
Adar was stunned, staring at you in utter silence. his heart tingled, with the same warmth he felt months ago in your presence. his ears has always been the receiver of abuse and bad news, never the object to receive the sentiment with which you uttered the words quite a few seconds ago; words with care...and love. he slowly steps forward you, his hands unclenching from the remnant of his anger and reaching towards your face "you ....care about me.....?" his voice is a mere whisper, tinged with something you couldn't place. this goddess, this beacon of kindness care about him?
you wanted to melt into those eyes of his, that is oh so mysterious and perhaps you would have, if the tents did not flap open suddenly.
" lord father, glûg here. i heard shouts coming from outside. i was worried and just came inside to check if you are okay and if nan--" glûg stops as he sees you standing closely to his lord father. you notice his surprise being replaced with a slight smirk in your direction.
"get out" adar and you both says in unison, as you turn towards the orc in annoyance.
"certainly lord father" glûg says as turns away to exit "just lover's quarrel, lord father and naneth better make up". he exits as quickly as he can, muttering to himself.
you turn your head towards him, only to catch his eyes searching your face "yes i do care about you...." your voice is shaking but not in anger and with some other emotions you tried so hard to bury.
a flicker of emotions passes over his eyes as he glazes his vision over you "you think you are the only one who cares? why did you even think i captured you instead of your Commander, when i could have easily caught her and gotten the information too? why did you think you never encountered any orcs while you were sauntering through the woods? never have you escaped from my mind for a moment from the day we met. i tried so hard to keep every emotions i am feeling, hidden from you. but tonight i can't and i won't. i know i am a monster, an abomination for someone so kind as you. but tonight i am baring the one thing that has not been tainted by the evil , to your hands."
he places your hand on his chest, as you your eyes brim with tears. you feel his heart beating erratically, mirroring yours. "from the day you pulled me from that dark abyss, i decided that this heart will only belong to one person, to the one person this heart wholeheartedly loves."
time stops as you hears his words, it is like honey being poured into your ears. "so does mine too" you reciprocate, as you places his hands on your chest. "you are neither a monster nor an abomination. you are beautiful as Eru's any other creation. i even left the army because of you. because you keep on invading my everyday thoughts. and i kept thinking of how you are my enemy and i how i should hate you. but my heart never responded to any negative emotions, for all it had was love for you."
fianlly you can let this emotion run free, this plaguing need for him that you tried so hard to conceal. you would have stood there for eternity, for all of your immortal life, with his warm hands pressing yours into his chest. no words are exchanged betweeen you two in these seconds; no words are needed as the beating of your heart and the measure of your breath are enough to convey the feelings pouring off from both of you. he slowly closes the already miniscule distance betweeen you, as you step forward at the same time too, the tantalizing distance between your lips almost unbearable. you can feel his breath near your mouth, as your lips part with breathlessness and need. you just need to lean forward and place your mouth. you slowly reach forward, just enough to press the lips against his----
" lord father, i got a sudden report that---what is happening here?" glûg's voice rang across the tent as you and adar both turned to his direction.
" GET OUT GLĂG" you both cries in unison as poor glĂ»g scurries off, being banished from the tent second time. but not before he catches a warm smile passing over his lord father. glĂ»g catches from his peripheral vision, of his lord father pressing a chaste kiss in your cheek before placing his forehead against yours and smiling a genuine smile, which he has never seen.
'things will be good from now on' glûg thinks as he passes over to the next tent, thinking of the elf that thawed the ice of his lord father's heart. the one his lord father told him about months; the one lord father instructed him to call naneth in the future. and the one who made his lord father whole again after eons.
extra notes - all the asks i got, i will update them by this week itself, tysm for requesting! please leave a like and reblog and if you enjoyed reading them. hope everyone have an amazing day :)
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han jisung x gn!reader. fluff, slight angst, brother's friend au. kinda school au. 0.9k wc.
note: mentions of y/n having trouble eating due to stress. yes this is VERY self indulgent (like my other jisung fics) leave me alone </3 i need this ... also watch me reuse odd for the nth time in this fic lol
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[ 7:24 PM ] You were odd. That was the first thought that came into Jisungâs mind when he first met you. In his defense, who in their right mind wouldnât think that way after witnessing you chop up a cheesecake into bite-sized squares?
Well, even âmeetâ was a strong word for that moment, really. He simply stumbled upon you in that horrendous actâin your own familyâs kitchen, no less. Jisung had only expected to grab a couple of cold sodas from your fridge, with the permission of his friend, your older brother. Instead, he had to witness a terrifying massacre of one of his favorite desserts on the planet.
However, Jisung didnât say anything about it. He just walked over to the fridge and did as he was told, ignoring the curious stares you pointed at him. At that short-lived interaction, he merely left the impression as is. You were odd.
Jisung soon came to realize that his first perception of you would be a running theme throughout everything that had to do with you in his life.
It was oddâthe way you laughed and joked around with your friends at school. He found himself watching you carefully across the cafeteria hall, not even sure about what he was supposed to be looking at. You were eating well; even though it was just a light snack. To be fair, what else would you be doing in the cafeteria hall during lunch time, if not that? Yet, it still didnât sit right with him to the point that he wanted to march up over to your table and feed you something more filling himself.
You were smiling, at least. A genuine one, if he could tell properly.
âWhatâs got all your attention?â It was only then that Jisungâs staring got broken off. Jeongin looked at him expectantly for an answerâone that Jisung didnât want to give him as your brother.
Jisung sucked in a breath. âNothing. I was spacing out, thatâs all.â
Yes, it was truly odd.Â
Odd, like the way his eyebrows immediately furrowed when you slammed through the front doors of your house one afternoon, heavily stomping towards your room. Another slam echoed through the house, telling of the way you treated your bedroom door with the same care. Jisung feels like he just swallowed a pebble.
âDonât mind them,â Jeongin huffed, clearly annoyed at how you acted in front of a guest. âY/Nâs always got something going on.â
Jisungâs mouth only soured further. Now, that canât be right. He had seen the way you acted when you were happy, or just going through the motions of the day. Compared to those looks of yours that he had unknowingly burned into his memory, the expression you had on was definitely a telltale sign that you were upset.
And just like that, he found himself telling his friends that he needed to use the bathroom. If he remembered correctly, your room was just right down the hall, which just so happened to be next to said bathroom. Jisung really didnât want to call himself nosy, but when his ears picked up the sound of sniffling, his right hand was knocking softly at your door in an instant.
How odd.
Your door creaked open after a few more seconds, along with your confused face peaking out. He watched your expression break out into a tight smile when you saw him. Your eyes had a slight tint of red. âDid you need anything? The bathroom is the door behind you, by the way.â
Jisung didnât know why, but he felt a sharp sting on his chest when he saw your smile. It wasnât genuine, if he could tell. âStop that,â he blurted out suddenly. Your face fell as his unexpectedly cold tone.
âSorry?â
âYou donât want to smile,â Jisung pointed out, pursing his lips as if he had tasted something foul. You scoffed in disbelief.
âHow polite of you.â
Now, Jisung was at a loss. What exactly was his purpose for this conversation? Not that he knewâjust that he started it and had nowhere to lead to. Luckily, your stomach growled loudly, as if to save him from his misery. âOh, we have pizza downstairs. If you want some.âÂ
Great job, Jisung. How smooth of you.
âIââ Your face felt warm in embarrassment, causing you to immediately clutch your stomach in a sad attempt at hiding it. To Jisung, it seemed like you were about to say something in retort before something possibly unpleasant crossed your mind. You sighed tiredly instead. âIâm not too sure if I can stomach something right now.â
Jisung frowned at your excuse. âAre you stressed?â You raised an eyebrow at his question. He quickly backpedals at the realization of how direct he just was. âIâuh, I meant if youâre having a hard time?â
Somehow, that seemed to work since you managed to crack an amused smile. Jisung finds himself thinking about how pretty your genuine ones are.Â
âAnd if I am?â
âThen you need to eat,â he nods firmly, casually trying to chase away the thoughts swirling in his mind at that moment. âIâll get you just a slice and water. You donât have to finish the slice, but at least finish the glass.â
Jisung couldnât help the way he caught sight of how your pretty lips parted open in shock. Your grip on your doorknob tightened ever so slightly. âWhy are you doing this?â
âI donât know,â he says truthfully. âSomething is telling me to. Itâs odd.â
âYouââ
âIâm Jisung.â He turns to walk away. âBe right back.â A low exclamation of bewilderedness came out of you before you called out to him again.
âI already know that, dummy!â He unconsciously grins at that. You were so odd.Â
And Jisung starts to think that he likes odd.
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remus x shy!reader (part 4)
author: sj
warnings: fluff; angst for remus lol; reader is in hufflepuff; uses she/her pronouns; not edited
done with finals!! now battling the want to only read fics and not write, let me know if you want a confession from rem!!
masterlist
part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 5
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it was the day of the date and remus had been up since 4 am. he couldn't stop thinking about your date. however bad he hoped it would go, he didn't want your first date experience to be horrible. he wanted you to be treated how you deserve and to have a lovely time while also never ever wanting to see the fool again. and that is why he had woken up at 4 in the morning and couldn't stop the fight in his mind.
it was 11:30am and he was laying on the couch in the common room, one foot on the ground tapping constantly. the boys had decided to stay in this morning because james was worried they'd run into you and that sirius would end up embarrassing you and ruin your date.
"moony, if you don't stop tapping your foot, i'm going to lose my mind." sirius grunted, head in his hands covering his ears from the tapping noise.
"she should be done with her date now, right? its been 2 hours. why isn't she back yet?" remus asked.
"relax you love sick dog. your precious wife will be returned soon." sirius replied dramatically, rolling his eyes at how abserd this whole situation was. "if you had only confessed your love for her when you had the chance, she wouldn't be snogging another fella while you fumed the whole time." he added. remus shot upright on the couch with a wide eyed expression and a look of dread covering his features.
"here she comes!" peter shouted, holding the marauder's map in his hands, walking into the common room where the other boys were. all of their heads turned towards the portrait hole where it swung open and you stepped through.
you were excited to tell the boys all about it, but you weren't quite expecting them to all be staring at you when you got back.
"well, hi." you said, cheeks flushing more than they already were, glancing towards the floor to not meet their eyes. you sat down on the couch next to remus like normal, not sensing the tension in his body, only feeling their eyes on you.
"WELL??? i need all the details. spill your guts flea!" sirius cried across from you.
"it was okay! it wasn't bad! but it also wasn't great. like it was pleasant but it wasn't anything to write home about. is that good? like are you supposed to know if you want to marry him already?" you rambled, entire face flushing and not meeting their eyes.
"aw, hoppers. i'm sorry it didn't go well." james consoled you.
"what do you mean?" you asked, confused why he sounded sad for you.
"well, it didn't sound like there was any chemistry, that's important if you're gonna date someone." james explained.
"flea, i know it's your first date ever, but even i thought you'd know that." sirius shrugged. at the mention of it being your first date, you tensed and shot a look a remus, hurt that he spilled a secret to the boys. remus met your gaze with a look of panic.
"that wasn't me! i swear it! i didn't tell them!" he yelled.
"oh he didn't tell us, but the way you were acting before was kind of obvious and the fact that remus would've known that you were dating someone before you were part of our group and you certainly haven't since we've been friends because of remus' behavior." sirius explained, you relaxed and reached to touch remus' leg.
"sorry for thinking that you told them when you didn't ." you apologized and remus nodded back.
"its fine bun, i'm not hurt." he said, covering your hand with his.
"so hoppers, did you snog him?" sirius asked crudely. your cheeks flushed bright red.
"that is none of your business sirius! and a lady never kisses and tells!" you exclaim, avoiding all their eyes. "i told him that it would be best if we were friends, and he agreed. i don't think dating is for me, i just got so anxious before! and the thought of having to go on another date, just makes me nauseous." you say, leaning onto remus' shoulder and resting your head.
"thats okay, bun. you don't have to date if you don't want to." remus patted your thigh, his heart soaring that he won't have to go through this again. he knew he'd have to tell you that he liked you soon, the thought of you with someone else almost killed him.
"thanks rem." you mumbled back, sinking deeper into his side.
sirius observes this going on, looking to james and mouthing, 'are they fucking idiots??'
james simply rolled his eyes in response.
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yâall imagine jake sully okay? JAKE SULLY coming back from hunting party (if thatâs a thing lol) and found you curled up on the bed you share almost half asleep thinking how youâre adorable and small until you decide to tease him and he ends up fucking you â cuddle fucking đ§đœââïž
warnings - smut, yep itâs a smut!! neck kissing & biting, side ways fucking, clit stimulation, and cum stuffing also reader is the one who starts to tease alright, idk iâll edit it if i find any other notes iâll have to add :P happy reading!
âcuddle-fĂŒcking you.â â jake sully (âšł)
he did it again.
jake sully stood you up for another hunting party and he canât imagine how heâs starting to hate himself now. âiâll be back by eclipse, princessâ he had said when he left and itâs now almost over, the eclipse.
climbing fast to your shared hammock, jake moves the fabric used as a door and walks inside, he wanted to call your name but couldnât because youâll probably be sleeping. âknucklehead.â he curse himself.
even the kids are already asleep too. your mate walks to your shared small room and was greeted by your figure laying on the bed you two share. fuck you jake sully, fuck you.
trying not to disturb you, he removes his fighting tools from his body and place them on the mat as gentle as possible. jake slowly walks to the bed and kneels on it making the bed to sink and cause you to shuffle at your sleep
on eywa he swore how breathtaking you are just sleeping with a relaxed face.
right after he let himself slid under the sheet, jake bits his lips hard when you move and call for him. âma jake?â his heart pinches, he feels so bad. âiâm here baby, right here.â he quickly press his chest to your back as your face is turned to the other direction.
âmhm,â you sigh, satisfied when he pulls you to him by the waist. âhow did the party go? did you wound yourself?â you, half awake, feel jake nod against your back. âi didnât, princess iâll all goodâ he tells you it went good.
you smile when you feel him press light feathered like kisses on the curve of your neck. âitâs ticklishâ your voice was so pretty to him. everything, everything about you is pretty.
you feel jake finally let a relieved and satisfied sigh out, pulling you close to him. your mate loved spooning and you didnât complain. itâs the best thing ever, he called it a human thing they do on earth but here, with you. deciding to call it a night out, you press yourself to jake more causing your ass to be pressed against his pelvis.
you closed your eyes and felt yourself sighing and your body doing the same like jake, and a smile touched your lips again.
then you felt it.
it was a subtle movement against your ass. his lower body had stirred, but that often happened when he laid down so you try to push the thoughts of what youâre thinking back to your brain. plus he didn't react to it anyway, so you chalked it up to the beginnings of a sleep boner.
then you felt it again.
you fight the urge to move against him. jake looked super tired and his deeper breathing told you that he was probably getting the sleep he needed. you pushed away the dirty thoughts that were starting to come to your mind in favor of letting him sleep.
yet you felt it yet again, and this time it was harder.
your mate inhaled and exhaled deeply, pushing his hips into you ever so slightly. that coupled with the feeling of his warm breath against your neck, and the lingering remnants of his scent he probably brought over him while hunting was making your body heat up.
the warmth beginning between your legs and spreading through your body. you try to cover your whimper while a light sleeping cough and gulp down your sinful sounds. now the feeling of tiredness and sleep empty, youâre trying to slow down your shallow breath.
his cock twitched again and you reflexively arched into him more, your ass pressing against his half erection. his lips parted and he let out a very soft moan in response. you chided yourself for moving and possibly waking him, but he still seemed to be sleeping.
jake on other hand was trying not to push his clothed yet growing bulge against your ass. he knows youâre tired and dosed off, but your unintentional ass pressing to him was making him hard by every second passing.
you squeezed your thighs together to feel a little friction and was rewarded with a couple short pulsing contractions. not a full orgasm, but enough to make your close your eyes because it felt good. you did it again when you felt his cock throb against you once more, and you started to feel the need to feel full.
you were starting to feel your moisture leaking out of you and dampening your loincloth, and you secretly wished he would wake up on his own so that you wouldn't feel guilty for waking him. you bit your lip and squeezed your thighs together again and jake felt his cock throbbed against you. this time he moaned a little louder and pushed his hips against you harder.
oh shoot! you scream inside.
you were about to apologize for waking your mate from his slumped before you felt him holding your hip with his free hand and began rutting against you. you could feel his abs contract and his body shaking as he moved his hips, the friction causing him to moan.
every sound and short cut sighs that escaped his lips made your pussy throb, and you started to rhythmically push your ass against his cock. your eyes shoot open when kisses are delivered to your exposed neck.
âjake,â your voice was soft and whisper, constantly reminding yourself the kids are asleep. the two of you kept this dance until jake was the first to make a move and remove the clothing for your breast made out of leaves.
jake, with closed eyes smile when he hears gou shushing yourself as your nipple roll between his fingers. he was massaging you so well. he began kissing your neck as he continued rutting against you, and you kept squeezing your thighs together as you pushed back against him.
the sound of sharp inhaled and soft moans filling the silence, you two kept rubbing on each other while youâre both supposed to be cuddling and sleeping.
gradually his hand crept down your belly, his fingers dipping between your legs. a long "fuuuck," exhaled in your ear, feeling how you had soaked through your own loincloth. you moaned at the feeling of him touching you, and you arched into him harder as a reward. this was definitely a mutual hormones.
jake, by now probably had leaked a pre cum cause of how youâre sexy when pushing back against him. you were about to roll over and see for yourself, but he began whispering instructions in your ear. "take these off," he breathed while pulling down the waistband of your loincloth.
you lifted your hips to help him remove them, and somehow he got his own off without getting out of bed. jake pulled away slightly and you felt him grab his dick and stroke it slowly while letting out a long exhale. "iâve got something for you," he said.
be then brought his index finger to your lips and smeared his precum across them. you then opened your mouth and began sucking the salty liquid from his finger, loving the taste of him and thanking him for reading your mind and being so thoughtful. jake hisses when you lightly bite onto his finger.
âmhm.â your moan vibrates against his fingers and his cock twitches. jake pushes his cock in between your thighs almost on a thigh-fucking mode to lubricate his length with your nectar. you try to arch your back and press your ass more to him and whine when he bucks away, teasing you.
âyouâre an impatient little thing huh? you donât like me teasing you?â he mockingly ask, âi thought you were tired, lover girl.â you moan when his tip rubs your clit before he draws his thrust. âwhat if i want to tease you?â you can literally imagine the stupid grin on his face.
you lick your lips, chest having up and down fast. your back, for millionth time arches when the fat girth of his cock slips between your folds and he thrusts mid way inside your hole before stopping. oh no he did not.
âbabyâŠâ you almost cry at his torture. youâre chasing your blinding orgasm while he keeps pulling you from the cliff end to jump. âtell me, princess, what do you want?â
âyou.â you say fast feeling his chest roar when he chuckles quietly. ânot so shy, mhm?â oh shut up and fuck me! you wanted to say loud but you bite your tongue for him to give you what you want.
âjake.â you warn, a tiny tint of desperation found in your voice. âuh-uh, not till you say itâ his cock was driving you insane, if only he could bottom out in you. âplease baby, please.â youâre begging, pride thrown aside for now.
you were such a whore, âsay it, pretty girl.â he demanded moving painfully slowly, âor else imma have toââ he starts to pull out. âfuck me! please jake fuck me!â thank eywa it was night time now or you wouldnât survive with the blush tinting allover your face.
"good girl," he moaned as he began fucking you deeper, grabbing your hip so hard it hurt. every thrust you could feel in your chest as he drove deeper, and you felt your orgasm building. jake slowed down and started long stroking while grabbing your breast so hard that it hurt in the best way.
you moaned as he fucked you slowly, arching your back as much as you could so that he was bottoming out with every thrust. you wanted to cum so bad and you know youâll make it. he slid his hand between your legs again and started to massage your clit.
it only seemed like jake was reading your mind, but in reality he knew you, he could tell you were getting frustrated by the sound of your silent voice and by the way you tried to move your hips and encourage him to go faster. âeasy girl,â he laughs at you.
you moaned louder and you almost felt your orgasm in your grasp. he moved his finger left and right across your clit just like you liked, driving himself deep inside you, breathing hard in your ear and edging you closer and closer. âthatâs it baby, do it againâ he growls. âtightening on me.â you do it again and jake let a deadly moan out.
"you feel so good, baby," he moaned. "so fucking tight." you clenched around his dick at his words and he moaned again. you could tell he was close to losing control. his thrusts were becoming jerkier, and he was panting in between moaning expletives. âso. fucking. tiny.â he growls.
your man, jake removed his hand from between your legs and replaced it with yours, and you started to rub your clit, essentially masturbating on his dick. ângh, jake⊠f-feels so goodâ you cry out, eyes widening when you feel him lifting your leg, holding it in the air, and starting to fuck you hard and fast again, making you moan loudly.
âshh, youâre gonna wake the kids.â you nod, drunk with pleasure. your body tensed as you felt your orgasm crashing over you, and you cried out every time your pussy squeezed his dick. but jake didn't stop. he fucked you hard through your orgasm, not caring how hypersensitive you were becoming or how you felt like you couldn't take anymore.
deep voice hovers over your ear, âtake it, youâre doing good. make me cum.â your ears perk up when he requests to make him cum. but the overstimulation was becoming too much. just before you were about to tap out you felt his dick get even harder and more rigid.
heâs so close.
you bit your lip and let him keep fucking you because you were a big girl and you could take the beating he was giving you as he chased his own orgasm. jake suddenly slowed down, signaling that he was right there. it was his tell that he was about to come and you mentally started the countdown.
jake growls and bottoms out while his hand his still on air with your legs held up. âbaby.â he whines, he fucking whines and your inside tighten. âjake please,â you donât know what youâre begging for now. âgive me it.â you tell him.
that was the last push to send him over edge and making him fully bottom out in you and spill his frustration and tiredness in you. âtaking me so well, i know princess i knowâ he says seeing how your whole body tensed when he filled you up.
âsuch a good girl for me only.â
âyouâre amazing,â he tells you his voice already tired. âyouâre amazing too, ma jake.â he smiled and playfully bite your shoulder. âi love youâ he says not waiting for a respond cause him still being inside you was an âi love you tooâ
too spent to move, you donât even tell him to pull out and lean against him ready to sleep. everything is now peaceful making you both easily drift to a deep slumber.
uhm-uhm *clears throat* this was a 2k+ words worth it i think. but like seriously, iâm scared iâll lose my interest in human men because this obsession isnât obviously right đ â hope you enjoyed reading! like + reblogs are appreciated and not pressured!! mwah i love each and everyone of you babies.
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