#lgbt x male reader

[carnalcrows]

JEALOUSY - SUHYEOK

pairing: lee suhyeok x bottom male reader

synopsis: Fighting zombies is one thing; fighting off your secret boyfriend’s jealousy while your friend crushes on you? Pure chaos.

content warnings: 18+, semi-public sex, anal, voyuerism (?), zombies.

word count: 1.2k

A/N: give me more AOUAD reqs yall!!

The classroom buzzed with a strange energy, an odd mix of fear and camaraderie. Despite the ever-present moans and thuds of the undead outside, the boys managed to find ways to distract themselves from the grim reality. The latest distraction? Wujin’s endless monologue.

"You know," Wujin began, leaning back against the wall with the confidence of someone who definitely thought they were the main character, "if we survive this apocalypse—and I mean if—I’m taking Y/N out for a fancy dinner. Like, steak, dessert, the whole deal."

The group burst into laughter. Dae-su nearly choked on his biscuit, while Cheong-san shook his head with a grin.

"Bro, you can’t even afford steak," Cheong-san teased. "Your wallet’s emptier than the cafeteria right now."

"First of all," Wujin retorted, holding up a finger, "rude. Second of all, Y/N is worth it. He’s got that whole ‘strong and silent’ vibe going on, you know? Like, the kind of guy who could carry you bridal style through a horde of zombies and still look cool doing it."

More laughter erupted, and even you—sitting across the room sorting through supplies—couldn’t help but crack a smile. Wujin was nothing if not persistent.

"You’ve got it bad, huh?" Dae-su said, nudging Wujin with his elbow.

Wujin sighed dramatically, clutching his chest like he’d been shot. "Of course I do! Have you seen him? He’s like... the human equivalent of a survival handbook. Practical, reliable, and ridiculously good-looking. If I had a chance, I wouldn’t just shoot my shot—I’d cannonball into it."

Suhyeok, who’d been leaning against the wall a few feet away, stayed silent. He twirled a metal pipe in his hands, his expression unreadable.

"Y/N’s great and all," Cheong-san said, throwing a glance in your direction. "But don’t you think you’re being a little dramatic?"

"Me? Dramatic?" Wujin gasped, mock-offended. "It’s not dramatic to acknowledge greatness when you see it. He’s a ten out of ten."

The group burst into laughter again, but Suhyeok barely reacted. He simply shrugged, his voice calm as he said, "Yeah, Y/N’s cool."

Wujin grinned, turning to him. "Right? I mean, come on, Suhyeok, even you’ve gotta admit he’s a catch."

Suhyeok gave a nonchalant hum, his tone light. "Sure. He’s a good guy." His fingers tightened on the pipe for just a moment before he set it down, his movements smooth.

The conversation drifted to other topics, but Suhyeok’s mind stayed stuck on Wujin’s words. The casual teasing and compliments shouldn’t have bothered him, but they did.

He glanced at you across the room, the corner of his mouth twitching up as you focused on organizing the supplies. You were completely oblivious to Wujin’s crush—and to Suhyeok’s growing jealousy.

Later that night, the group settled down, some asleep while others kept watch. You slipped away with Suhyeok under the guise of checking the rooftop, craving a moment of peace.

As you leaned against the railing, the cool night air brushing against your skin, you sighed. "You know, Wujin’s been talking about me all day. He’s funny, but man, he really doesn’t stop."

Suhyeok leaned beside you, his jaw tightening slightly. "Yeah, he’s got a lot to say."

You chuckled, completely missing the edge in his tone. "He’s harmless, though. Honestly, it’s kind of sweet. I think he—"

Before you could finish, Suhyeok turned and kissed you, cutting you off mid-sentence. The force of it pushed you back against the railing, his hands gripping your waist firmly. The kiss was intense, almost desperate, as if he’d been holding back all day and finally snapped.

You froze for a moment before kissing him back, your hands clutching at his jacket. When he finally pulled back, his lips red and slightly swollen, you were left breathless.

"What the hell was that for?" you asked, your voice low and shaky.

Suhyeok’s eyes locked onto yours, his expression unreadable. "You really don’t know, do you?"

"Know what?" you asked, genuinely confused.

He smirked, brushing his thumb along your jaw. "You’re mine, Y/N. I don’t care who else thinks they have a shot—you’re mine."

The words sent a shiver down your spine. "Wait… is this about Wujin? You’re jealous?"

Suhyeok didn’t answer. Instead, he kissed you again, rougher this time, his hands sliding up your back as he pulled you closer. The kiss grew sloppier, your breaths mingling as his lips moved down to your neck. You couldn’t help but let out a quiet gasp as he nipped at your skin, his grip on you tightening.

Your hands moved to his shoulders, as he trailed down to your pants, pulling them down with a firm tug, making you gasp with surprise.

“Here? What if someone–” he interrupted you with another searing kiss as he tugge your boxers down too, leaving your lower half bare.

Out of nowhere, he pulled out a small packet of lube (magician I tell you), and ripped it open with his teeth. You simply stared at him wide-eyed, wondering where the damn thing came from. Suhyeok merely smirked, and poured the cold liquid onto his fingers, watching it run down to his palms.

He gently turned you around and prodded one lubed finger against your ass, slowly inserting it, with you covering your mouth. He then added one after the other– and soon, three fingers were steadily pumping in and out of you.

Your back arched, pushing forward into the wall in front of you– hands digging into the paint, coming off with flecks in your nails.

Deeming you to be prepped enough, Suhyeok removed his fingers and replaced them with his erection, his pants hanging low at his ankles.

He pressed the tip in– followed by the rest of his length, until he fully bottomed out inside of you. He groaned at how your hole was clenching tightly around his cock– feeling every twitch and pulse.

“Gonna move now baby,” he uttered before pulling out all the way before slamming back in. You moaned at the feeling– almost forgetting that the zombies or your friends could hear you at any moment. 

Suhyeok turned you around to face him– having an almost death grip on your waist. One of your hands tightly clutched his shoulder, while the other covered your mouth so that you wouldn’t let out any noises.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, groaning with almost every single thrust. You felt so fucking good around his cock.

"Suhyeok," you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper. "Someone could walk in."

As if on cue, the rooftop door creaked open.

Both of you turned, startled, to see Wujin standing there, his face a mix of shock and horror.

"I—I was just—" Wujin stammered, his eyes darting between you and Suhyeok. "You know what? Nope. Didn’t see anything. Carry on."

Before either of you could say a word, Wujin spun around and bolted, the door slamming shut behind him.

You groaned, running a hand through your hair. "Great. This is exactly what I needed."

Suhyeok laughed softly, still thrusting gently inside of you, "Guess we don’t have to keep it a secret anymore."

"Yeah, and now I get to deal with Wujin thinking I’m a jerk."

"He’ll get over it," Suhyeok said, pulling you closer. "And if not, who cares? You’re mine, Y/N. That’s all that matters."

You sighed, leaning into him despite yourself. "You’re impossible, you know that?"

"And you love it," he teased, pressing a kiss to your temple, before pulling out and slamming back in again with full force– making you let out an almost pornographic moan in surprise.

It was going to be a long night.

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[gurugirl]

The Trio

A/N: just a little something quick I wrote up based on this request! Plot light, smut heavy.

🏳️‍🌈 Happy pride month babes! 🏳️‍🌈

Summary: Three strangers meet at a club and things get sexy. Featuring a MMF threesome + double penetration

Word Count: 3k

Warning: smut, oral sex, anal sex, strangers fucking (safe and consented), double penetration

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Harry went for a night out with no expectations for anything in particular. It was always in the back of his mind to find a hookup but it wasn’t a priority. If it happened, it happened.

The club entry was only $5 and the DJ spinning that night had exceptional taste, he thought. The space was dark, only illuminated by flashing colorful lights over the crowd of half-naked, sweaty bodies gyrating together.

Harry took a shot of tequila and then found a spot for himself to dance with the crowd of people. Letting the stress of the week wash away as he moved to the beat he felt himself loosen up bit by bit.

It wasn’t long before an attractive guy began to dance with him closely. Their chemistry was good, Harry could tell.

“I’m Roy,” he leaned in close and spoke into Harry’s ear, hand on his shoulder.

“Harry,” he smiled, continuing to move with his eyes on the handsome man in front of him.

.                 .

Y/n spotted the pair on the dancefloor from her place at the bar. She was working up a bit of liquid courage to get herself out there to dance when she saw them.

They were extremely attractive, both with wide grins, looking the other up and down. She wondered if they knew one another or if they were strangers who’d just met. She wouldn’t mind having them let her join. If they were into girls that is.

But she wasn’t at the club to feel insecure about herself or question anything. She was there to get laid. Girl, guy, anything in between… it didn’t matter. Y/n was a single woman who liked everyone and everything. But she did want to try something new and two hot men could be a bit of fun.

Working her way through the human sea of erotic dancing she got in close enough to the handsome duo. They were both about equal in height and quite fit. One had tattoos up the length of his arm but both were brunettes.

The one with tattoos locked eyes with her as she swayed her hips and his raspberry mouth turned up in a grin aimed at her.

And then they were all dancing together. She didn’t know how it had happened but the other had found his way behind her and the beat seemed to move them all together. Her short dress was riding up her thighs as she moved with the music but she didn’t care. That was the point; to show off what she had and if they might be interested then even better.

Clearly, they were both interested. When the one with tattoos placed his hand on her hip and he was just inches from her she could see his green eyes and smell his cologne. The man behind her pulled at her waist and spoke against her earlobe, “This okay?”

She nodded and turned to look at the man over her shoulder, “Don’t stop,” she smiled at him.

So they didn’t. Their bodies moved together and the brunette with tattoos and the one without took turns dancing behind her, touching the exposed skin on her arms and thighs and touching one another, where she enjoyed watching the men as they began to kiss before they tugged at her to join and the trio smeared lips and tongues and slippery skin together as they continued writhing to the beat.

Y/n already had her pulse up from the attention but when she felt warm lips on her neck she was a goner. That was her on switch. All the way on. And he didn’t just give her a soft peck, he began to suck and felt him nip at her sensitive skin as she moaned.

The tattooed one ducked down to her other side and began licking her flesh before she felt his lips pucker and dot wet kisses on the opposite side of her neck. With her eyes closed she gasped at the feeling of being between them until a strong tattooed arm wrapped around her waist and she felt his mouth at her ear, “You taste good.”

Her mind was swirling and her panties were getting damp as he pressed his lips against hers before the other began to pull at them both until they were away from the swaying, steamy ocean of beings.

“I’m Harry,” the one with green eyes spoke and the other licked his lips and dragged his gaze down her body, “I’m Roy.”

“Y/n,” she spoke loudly so they could hear her softer voice over the music and that seemed like all anyone needed to agree to move their little trio elsewhere.

Roy’s apartment was nice with a good view of the city and a big open kitchen with high ceilings.

He poured shots for everyone before Harry’s big hand found the back of Roy’s neck and he dragged him in for a sloppy kiss. It only turned Y/n on even more. Their mouths and tongues wound together as Roy moaned and drew his arms over Harry’s shoulders.

Y/n could see by the way the front of their pants were bulking that they were ready to go.

Roy parted from the kiss with a soft gasp and he looked at Y/n, “Let’s go into my bedroom and get naked.”

The men watched as Y/n’s body was bared to them, soft hips and round tits, plush tummy and ass. She was gorgeous. Harry had removed his shirt and unbuttoned his pants but when her breasts bounced from her bra he stopped everything to palm at her and lick her nipples into his mouth.

Roy stepped in behind and she felt his hands on her bum, spreading her ass as he tucked his crotch against her, “What do you like?” His finger smoothed over her anus and she knew what he meant.

“Everything. I like everything.”

Harry stood tall over her before he pushed his pants down his legs and his cock was swollen and thick the moment she looked down at him. He hadn’t been wearing underwear.

She felt Roy slide his tongue down her neck and then he moaned, “Fuck that’s a pretty cock, Harry,” as he reached around her frame to grip Harry’s fat dick.

It was true. Harry’s dick was nice and big and his body was a work of art. Inky tattoos scattered over his chest and arms and on his thigh, firm pecs, and broad shoulders.

When Roy let go of her he pulled Harry in by his hips and she watched the men frot against one another before Harry wrapped his big hand around Roy’s length and began pulling at his shaft.

Y/n sat down on the bed and watched for a moment as they stroked each other, lips slotted together. They rutted in together and then Harry parted from the kiss, hooded eyes and wet, pink lips as he knelt down in front of Roy and licked his wide tongue upward.

“Fuck…” Roy growled as he watched Harry wet his cock.

Y/n hadn’t had the chance to watch two men going at it in person before. But it was hotter than she expected. She leaned back onto one palm as she let her fingers stroke over her pussy. Harry took Roy like a pro, deep-throating him in one go and gagging slightly as he bobbed and drool dripped down his chin and neck.

Roy had his hands on the back of Harry’s head as he sucked him loudly. Smacking his lips around his cock and looking up at him with glossy eyes.

“Good boy… just like that…” Roy’s voice was hitched.

Y/n couldn’t resist but to climb down to where Harry was and take him in her hand, she stroked his thick cock up and down causing him to pop off Roy and look down at her, “You gonna suck me off, pretty?”

With a nod, she spat over his tip and smeared the saliva down his shaft before kneeling and wrapping her lips around his warm tip.

Both men were moaning and whining as they got their cocks sucked. She could taste Harry’s precome as she swallowed around him and coughed. But then she felt fingers on her ass before they slid around to find her pussy. She moaned when his fingers dragged through her wet crease and then he found her entrance, pressing inward to finger her.

She was already dripping and Harry’s long fingers inside of her easily pumped in and out and back into his knuckles.

“Mmm… let’s get in the bed. Get some condoms out…” Roy offered as he pulled at Harry’s hair, lifting him off. She sat up, spit pooling in her mouth as she swallowed it down.

Y/n and Harry climbed into bed as Roy brought out a box of condoms. Harry dragged her into his lap and pressed his mouth against hers softly before she felt Roy’s hands on her ass again and then felt his mouth, wetting her crevice before spitting over her anus.

“She’s got two really pretty holes here, Harry.”

Harry moaned into her mouth and parted from the kiss, his eyes on hers, “I bet she does. You like having all your holes filled up, Y/n?”

She nodded, “I think so. Never had it before but I know I’d like it. I love anal.”

Roy pulled at her middle, dragging her from Harry’s lap into his own, her back pressed into his chest as he groped her tits and Harry leaned down to attach his mouth to her wet pussy.

She felt Roy’s fingers circling around her anus, dipping his middle finger into her ass as Harry slid his tongue over her clit and slurped it into his mouth.

It wasn’t long before Roy had two lubed fingers deep in her bum while Harry had two of his fingers in her pussy as he sucked on her button. Harry had more slide since he was on the pussy side but the full feeling Y/n loved, having something inside of her ass, had her moaning gutturally into the room, head dropped back against Roy’s shoulder.

She could hear Roy panting in her ear as he worked her ass open, the lube bottle lying next to them on the bed had been put to good use. She was glad for it too because with everything slick and warm her body was buzzing in pleasure.

Her orgasm was unexpected. But it zipped through her body coming out in spurting gushes into Harry’s mouth as he fucked her with his fingers, stroking something inside that had her squirting and she’d never been with a man willing to drink it all up like him.

Her body was positioned on the bed gently as she came down and watched the men wrap their cocks in condoms before they began to make out again, both lay facing one another as Y/n recovered from her orgasm.

When she felt the bed rocking she turned to see Roy behind Harry, mounting him from and Harry had his face in the comforter as he moaned pathetically, hands gripping the blanket tight.

Roy slid in and out, his sight on the space where he was connected to Harry’s ass.

It was fucking sexy. Y/n watched the men fuck and she felt the need for more, getting turned on by the sounds they made together.

Roy grunted and pulled out as Harry whined at the loss of the cock that had just been stuffed in his ass.

“You want in?” Roy asked Y/n, his hand cupping her face gently.

She nodded, “Sure.” It was exactly what she wanted.

Harry donned a condom of his own as they had Y/n get in the front on her hands and knees before his girthy crown nudged into her aching hole, splitting her open as he thrust in.

Harry began to fuck into her, an easy pace that spread her open as she gently fingered at her clit and then she felt him still his hips as Roy pushed back into his ass, a desperate whimper falling from Harry’s mouth as he squeezed Y/n’s hips tight.

Roy groaned, “Fuck that’s a nice tight ass, Harry. Bet that feels good huh? Getting bottomed and topped at the same time, yeah? Like having a pussy on your cock and getting your ass filled up?”

Harry let out a choked moan and it almost sounded like he was in tears as he gasped, “Yes. Fuck yes…”

Harry fucked into Y/n in shallow thrusts, he didn’t need long strokes to reach deep, he was already so lengthy and thick she felt every inch of him as he rutted into her, but the hottest part was the sounds falling from Harry’s lungs. He was in heaven. Getting his cock worked and his ass fucked at the same time was going to go down as the best thing ever.

The men grunted and panted as Y/n moaned and her sloppy pussy was gushy with every plunge of Harry’s cock. When her thighs started to quiver Roy pulled back and grabbed Harry’s hips to slide him from her.

“You want two cocks in one, baby,” Roy asked her as he tore his condom off and reached for a fresh one.

She had been so close to her second orgasm and now all she wanted was her release. She nodded, “Yes. Sounds so good. Please.”

Harry got onto his back and pulled Y/n with him to straddle his lap, as Roy came up behind her, hands on her hips.

She stared down into Harry’s moony eyes as she lowered back down on his heavy cock and gasped, “Fuck you’re so big. God…”

Harry lifted his hips up with a smirk as she panted, her palms pressed into his chest when she felt Roy drizzle lube all over her anus and spread it inside. She began to ride Harry gently as Roy fingered her ass. But then she felt him shift and his fingers were gone before his cock was pressing into her backside, the initial stinging ache of him filling her up had her halting her hips and gritting her teeth.

Harry lifted his hand to her face and cooed at her, “You okay? Is it too much?”

Shaking her head no she dropped her mouth open, “Oh… it’s… shit… fuck me…”

Incoherent strings of words fell from her mouth as she pushed back against Roy and moaned. She loved anal. She’d done it plenty, but the feeling of having both holes stuffed at once was something on a different level.

And once they got moving her brain was melted and she began to drool warm puddles of saliva over Harry’s chest as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Both men panted and moaned as they fucked into their respective wet holes. Gushy and soft and warm, the sound of skin smacking together, stunted moans and garbled gasps, a gentle creak in the bed.

It wasn’t like anything she’d experienced before but now she was hooked. Getting fucked by two men was going to be a necessary indulgence from now on. She loved the feeling of being nothing but a wet, warm hole.

Roy’s fingers dug into her hips as he pulled her flush against himself, balls glued against Harry’s cock as Harry thrust upward. Harry moaned and she felt his hands on her face, pulling her down so he could kiss her as he fucked into her from below.

Her guts and her insides were mush as they used her holes to find their release. Everything was so full and so wet as Harry lapped into her mouth and sipped at her tongue.

“Oh fuck, she likes this Harry. Got her clenching around me tight…” Roy cooed.

Both her cunt and her anus were clamping down on the separate cocks moving in and out as she quivered and moaned into Harry’s mouth. She writhed her hips, dragging her clit into Harry’s pelvis sending sparks through her spine and her limbs.

“Oh my god…” she moaned loudly, lifting her mouth from Harry’s as she inhaled. Both men were grinding into her deeply, her clit being worked and nudged at every thrust of Harry’s hips.

When the men felt her tense up as she started to come they both began to rail into her little holes a bit faster, chasing their own orgasms. Y/n arched her back as her ears rang and she felt Harry inside of her pussy throbbing before she felt Roy’s cock pulsing.

The trio moaned together as they each came. The men pumped into their condoms, Roy threw his head back when he could no longer keep his eyes open and pinned on the space his cock was taking up inside the pretty girl.

Chests heaved and slippery genitals slowed inside of her as she collapsed onto Harry’s chest and Roy leaned over her back to kiss her shoulder blades. Hearts beat in unison as they came down and caught their breaths.

She felt a hand on her ass squeezing, “You okay?”

She nodded into Harry’s muscled pec, “Mmhmmm…”

Harry’s laugh vibrated into her cheek and she felt Roy slowly pull himself from her.

She was rolled to her back like a rag doll as the men cleaned themselves and helped her wipe up. She could hear their deep voices whispering, a bright laugh filled the space before she felt a warm hand on her hip and another on her tummy, “Do you need to call anyone before you fall asleep?”

Blinking her eyes open she shook her head, “No. Is it okay?”

Roy rubbed her belly, “You can sleep if you need to. We’re just gonna crash here together if you’re alright with it.”

She turned to see Harry on his side next to her, hand on her hip with his eyes closed, a faint smile on his mouth.

Placing her palm over Harry’s hand and her other over Roy’s she closed her eyes and nodded before she drifted off to sleep, the exhausted men following right behind.

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[kortsitron]

Insecurity

✮ PARING Loki Laufeyson × Trans Male! Reader

✮ WARNINGS/TAGS fluff, body dysmorphia, insecurity, comfort, body worship, mention of gender dysphoria, established relationship, jotun! loki, reassurance, soft fic, spicy but no smut, bottom! loki

✮ SUMMARY Loki was always insecure of his body and you're here to show that you love him regardless 

✮ A/N This honestly came randomly to me while taking a look at Loki's design in Marvel Rivals. I was so confused as to why he would have so much armor/clothing. Not only do we get a glimpse of his skin only on his face but he also seems to be wearing a lot of layers too. And then I remember he is a Frost Giant and then I could understand if he perhaps had some kind of insecurity because of that, after all it would make a lot of sense. So that's why here's the fic because Loki deserves all the comfort and love he can get <3

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Ever since you started dating Loki, you had never seemed naked. Never. 

You weren't going to make him undress if he clearly wasn't comfortable with it. You just accepted that he wasn’t comfortable with showing his body and you decided not to press in the issue. Even though you honestly wanted to.

You wanted to know what was going with your partner. Why was he hiding his body from you? He knew he could trust you, right?

You found him lying in bed, reading some Asgardian book while the lamp from the nightstand eliminated his sharp features. Whenever he was reading, he had a small frown on his forehead, so focused on the contents of the book. This time was no different.

You laid down next to him, watching as he was engrossed by the book, silently admiring him. The way his gorgeous green eyes were entranced by the words before him or the way his raven black hair had fallen onto his shoulders. Or they way he would quietly lick his lips without even noticing it.

But he turned to look at you, his hand putting the bookmark inside his book before closing it. “Are you bored, my darling?” He asked with a soft expression before putting away the book, his chilly fingers moving against your forehead to push the strands of your hair back where they belong.

You shook his head, Loki tilted his. “Then what is it? You look as if you require some attention.” His hand moved to cheek, gently caressing it.

“I was just wondering…” You spoke up and he hummed in response.

“Wondering, you say? Perhaps we can wonder together.” His tone was soft and encouraging. It made you even more nervous to ask.

“Why do you always… hide your body so much?” The words finally left your lips and your mind. You had been wondering for so long and now you wondered what kind of answer you were going to get. Was he going to lie to you?

Loki's smile fell almost instantly when he heard your question. His hand stopped its motions as he thought about how to answer you without revealing too much.

You saw the flash of fear in his eyes. “I-I do not…” He wanted to disagree, say you're imagining things or anything else to not have this conversation. But he knew he could not hide the truth from you. You were telling him everything, all your troubles. It was not right for him to hide something when he knew he could trust you.

He looked deep into your eyes as if searching for any reason why he should not share his insecurities with you. Any reason to have an excuse to not have this conversation. But he found none. 

Loki let out a sigh. “I do not feel good about my own body…” He finally admitted, and you were not sure what to say. In Loki's mind, the silence was stretching for hours, even though it was actually just a few seconds.

“I must–” He moved to stand up, leave the bed and you. He was scared you were judging him, even though he normally knew you would never.

You grabbed his wrist gently, stopping him from leaving. “No, Loki. Please, let's talk.” He saw the pleading expression on your face, how much you wanted to help him, make him feel okay.

He sat back down, his hand grabbed yours as he was seeking your reassurance and support. He couldn't find the strength to look into your eyes as looked down at your hand. 

“Ever since I found out I was a Frost Giant, I couldn't… I did not want anyone to see my body anymore. Especially knowing how Thor and Odin used to hate Jotunheim and its people.” He explained taking a small breath and continuing.

“Even despite the fact that I know neither of them hate Jotuns anymore, I… couldn't help but hate that I was not one of them… not a true Asgardian like everyone around. How I could not fit it, always feeling like there was something wrong about me and I couldn't understand why.”

He finally looked up at you, so miserable and hurt. You knew he was Frost Giant, he told you so yourself and you never minded. But you didn't think it would be a reason for his insecurity.

“You're still the most gorgeous person in my eyes. And that won't change, that I can promise you.” You let go of his hand to cup his face. He leaned into your touch, leaning a soft kiss to your palm.

“Would you let me show you how much I adore you?” Your time was soft and the question caught Loki off guard.

Once more, he wanted to disagree. But at the same time, the thought of you showing how much you adored him sent a shiver down his spine.

“Yes, please.” His tone was a little husky, his eyes watching you, awaiting for what you were going to do.

You let go of his face, he was already missing your touch. Your hands moved to his shoulders, wanting to take off his robe. Your eyes found his, watching for any sign that you should stop. But you didn't, you only found anticipation.

You slowly slide the robe down his shoulders, his pale skin revealed to your eyes. His breathing hitched, he felt watched, but not judged.

“You're so pretty…” You whispered, wanting to reassure him. He felt so cold, but not in an unpleasant way. You saw him shiver beneath your touch and you smiled softly.

As his robe was finally off, you gently pushed him back on his. Your hand slided down his chest as you decided to speak up.

“I know how it feels when you're not happy with your body. Feeling how your body does not feel right, hiding it because you don't want anyone to see it.” You said softly. Loki needed to know he wasn't alone.

Loki's hands moved to your waist, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I know, my darling. I'm glad to know I am not alone.” One of his hands moved to the back of your head, pulling you closer.

“Kiss me, dearest…” He whispered before your lips met his in a slow, gentle kiss.

As the two of you kissed, you felt something under your fingers and as your eyes fluttered open, you saw Loki in his true form.

Blue skin with some lighter marks and lines, and the most beautiful crimson eyes you've ever seen.

“Wow…” You whispered, eyes widening as you took in the view. He was lovely and perfect just the way he was.

“I hope the view is to your liking.” His voice was quiet, with a hint of insecurity.

You let out a soft chuckle. “It is to my liking. As you are as a whole.” Leaning down, you kissed his neck, a soft whimper falling from Loki's lips. And you slowly went down. You kept kissing him, giving him little appreciative touches here and there. You saw how he was letting go, relaxing under your touch. 

You could practically feel him melt under your touches and kisses. His soft, cold skin felt so perfect under your lips. Whimpers and soft moans falling from his lips, along with your name. He kept repeating it almost as if it was a prayer.

“Don't stop, my love…” He breathed out, his fingers tangling itself in your hair. 

“I am not playing on doing so…” Another soft moan escaped his lips as you said that, kissing down his stomach. It was going to be a very long night.

[justice4gyeongsu]

━━━ 'CHAPTER FOURTEEN' [WHEN DAWN BREAKS]

SYNOPSIS ➢ an old friend becomes a new person of interest, not everyone is happy about it.

PAIRING ➢ lee suhyeok x male!reader

AU ➢ enemies-to-lovers au!

CONTENT WARNING ➢ this chapter contains; flashbacks, violence, alot of angst, signs of depression, jealousy, signs of ptsd, intimate scenes, fluff sprinkles, anxiety mentions, barely legal drinking, flirting, death, reoccuring ptsd, mentions of gore, blood, cannibalism [let me know if i missed any!]

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after trudging through the desolate streets for what feels like an eternity, the group finally reaches a critical juncture. you're walking behind kyungho, your senses on high alert as you tiptoe down the empty street. everyone's weapons are at the ready, prepared for a potential ambush by a horde of zombies. kyungho suddenly stops and leans against the building, peeking around the corner. the rest of the group follows suit, pressing themselves against the wall as they wait for kyungho's signal to proceed.

kyungho drapes his arm over your shoulder, gently guiding you to take a look at what's ahead. you carefully peer around the corner, your katana clutched tightly in your hand. kyungho's face is inches from yours, his warm breath on your skin as he points down the street. "there's two of them down the street," he whispers, "but the store is right there." he nods toward the back of a two-story building situated in the middle of the street. your heart skips a beat as you take in the sight, your stomach growling with anticipation at the prospect of finding food and shelter.

kyungho begins to outline his plan, "if i head over to unlock the door, you have to protect my—" but he's cut off by suhyeok's sudden bold move. suhyeok sprints down the street, bat in hand, and strikes the ground once, as if to announce his presence. then, with swift and deadly precision, he takes down the two zombies, smashing their faces with his bat as they crumple to the ground.

the group watches in awe, peeking around the corner to take in the scene. kyungho's eyes widen in surprise, and he chuckles, "or he can just do that." the tension is broken, and the group quickly scatters, moving towards the store. wujin, cheongsan, and suhyeok form a rear guard, watching the group's backs with their baseball bats at the ready, ensuring no other zombies sneak up on them. meanwhile, kyungho swiftly retrieves the keys from his bag and unlocks the door. he gently pushes you inside by the waist, ushering you into the safety of the store.

as you step inside, you're enveloped in darkness, the only light coming from candles scattered around the store and the faint slivers of sunlight peeking through the newspaper-covered windows. the air is stale, but the store seems quiet, a haven from the dangers outside.

as the last person steps inside, kyungho secures the door by wrapping a sturdy chain around the handle and locking it with a massive lock. the sound of the lock clicking into place is music to everyone's ears, and they let out a collective sigh of relief. as they look around, their eyes widen in shock and amazement. the store is a treasure trove of food and drinks, with fully stocked aisles and corners filled with cold beverages. "dig in, guys," kyungho says with a smile, patting your back softly as he walks by.

the group erupts into a frenzy of activity, scrambling to grab as much food and drink as they can. you sprint to the drink section and find the largest water bottle you can, twisting off the cap and chugging the water greedily. some of it spills down your neck, but you don't care – the refreshing taste is like heaven.

daesu's voice rings out across the store, "where's the ramyun?!" he shouts, racing through the aisles until he spots an entire section dedicated to his beloved noodles. he drops to his knees, overcome with emotion, and begins to sob. "thank you, god," he whispers, his hands clasped together in gratitude.

meanwhile, namra stands off to the side, observing the chaos with a detached air. her stomach growls with hunger, but she's not craving the usual food that would normally satisfy her. she's developed a strange, unsettling appetite, one that she can't quite explain. as she scans the surrounding area, she strains her ears to listen for any signs of movement or potential threats outside. but the only sounds she can hear are the contented noises of her companions: the smacking of lips, the gulping of drinks, and the groans of pleasure as they devour their food.

hroryeong's voice breaks the spell, "i could actually cry," she says, her eyes welling up with tears as she savors a full chocolate bar. sure enough, she begins to sob, overcome with emotion. wujin offers her a sympathetic pat on the back before chugging a soda bottle, some of the fizzy drink spilling onto the floor as he does so.

kyungho double-checks the security of the front doors now, tugging on the handles and jiggling them to ensure they're securely locked in place. he tests the doors, pulling and pushing to confirm that they don't budge, his actions methodical and deliberate as he makes certain that the group's temporary sanctuary is safe and secure.

you're winded by the time you've made it halfway through the bottle, and you lean against the cold beverage door to catch your breath. as you pause, your mind begins to wander to all the peers you've lost, and the fact that they'll never get to experience this moment of relief with you. the thought brings a pang of sadness, and you feel a lump form in your throat.

you make a silent vow to yourself to consume everything in their honor, a way of celebrating their memory and the struggles you've overcome. as you turn around, you're met with namra's gentle gaze, and she offers you a twinkie. you look up at her, and she hands you the snack, her slender fingers brushing against yours.

"thanks," you say softly, your voice barely above a whisper. namra's response is a small, enigmatic smile – a smile that you'll come to recognize as her signature expression.

as you gaze at namra, her eyes fixed on the ground, you pose a question that seems to have been avoided by everyone around you. "you okay?" the words hang in the air, heavy with unspoken concerns. namra's silence is palpable, but instead of responding, she reaches out and grasps your hand, her fingers intertwining with yours.

without a word, she leads you to the front of the store, where newspaper-covered windows block our view of the outside world. the air is thick with tension as she stops in front of the makeshift barrier. "if you need me to scout out supplies, i can do it without putting anyone at risk of getting caught," she says, her voice low and determined. you sense a deep-seated resolve in her words, a willingness to take on the challenges that lie ahead. "i'll come with you," you offer, but namra's expression turns resolute as she shakes her head. "too much of a risk," she whispers, her eyes locked onto yours, conveying a depth of understanding that goes unspoken.

as you begin to inquire about namra's hunger, the creaking of a door opening captures your attention, and you turn to see a doorway on the opposite side of the store. a steep staircase leads up to the second floor, and kyungho gestures toward it with a gracious smile. "there are beds upstairs, you're all welcome to rest there," he says, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "i'll be keeping watch down here, behind the register."

you return his smile, feeling a sense of gratitude toward this stranger who has taken you in. "thank you, that's sweet of you," you say, as you gently tug on namra's hand, encouraging her to follow you upstairs. the prospect of rest and a safe haven is a welcome respite, and you can sense namra's reluctance giving way to exhaustion as she allows you to lead her toward the staircase.

as you begin to ascend the stairs, the creaking of the wooden steps beneath your feet echoes through the quiet space. namra follows closely behind, her eyes fixed on the stairs ahead. you can sense her weariness, her body language screaming for rest. the upstairs area is dimly lit, with only a few faint rays of light peeking through the grimy windows. you see a few beds scattered about, each one neatly made with a thin blanket. the air is stale, but it's quiet and peaceful, a welcome respite from the chaos outside.

kyungho calls out from downstairs, "make yourselves at home." he points to a small area that you realized was a bathroom. "if you guys need to freshen up, there a shower."

"you're saying there's a shower?" you ask, your eyes widening in astonishment. the mere mention of it is almost too good to be true. you can't recall the last time you had the luxury of a shower, and the thought of being clean again is almost overwhelming. the group's collective stench had become a norm, something you'd all grown accustomed to.

kyungho nods, a charming smile spreading across his face as he leans against the doorway, his arms crossed. he seems to be savoring your reaction, and you can't help but laugh, a delirious, disbelieving sound. kyungho joins in, his laughter warm and genuine. "man, you guys have probably been through a lot," he says, shaking his head in sympathy. namra, who had been watching the exchange, turns to you and whispers that she'll go share the good news with the others.

as namra heads off to spread the news, you can't help but feel a sense of excitement and trepidation. a shower sounds like a luxury, but it's also a reminder of how long it's been since you've had access to basic amenities. you glance over at kyungho, who's still smiling at you, and feel a sense of gratitude toward this stranger who's offering you a glimmer of hope. "thank you," you say, your voice sincere. "this means a lot to us." kyungho's smile widens, and he nods, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "you're welcome," he says. "i'm just glad i can help. now, go enjoy that shower. you've earned it."

"that'd be nice, but i think i'll let the girls go first," you say, as you wander into one of the rooms, taking stock of the space. you notice that there are more than enough mattresses for everyone, and a sense of relief washes over you. kyungho observes your actions, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.

"what a gentleman," he teases, his voice laced with a playful tone, as he leans against the doorway, watching you with a warm smile.

his words bring a flush to your cheeks, but you can't help but smile, feeling a sense of gratitude toward this kind stranger who's taking you in. you shrug off the compliment, feeling a slight blush rise to your cheeks. "its common sense," you say, attempting to downplay kyungho's praise. but he just chuckles and nods, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "well, whatever your motivations are, it's appreciated," he says, pushing off from the doorway and heading back toward the stairs. "i'll go get some more blankets, get comfortable." he disappears down the stairs, leaving you to continue exploring the makeshift shelter.

as kyungho descends the stairs, you take a moment to look around the room again, this time noticing the small details that make it feel more like a home. there's a small bookshelf in the corner, filled with worn paperbacks and dog-eared pages. a faded rug covers the floor, adding a touch of warmth to the space.

you hear the sound of footsteps coming from the stairs, and as the group makes their way upstairs, their faces light up with wonder and relief. the sight of a functional bathroom and comfortable sleeping quarters is almost too good to be true. wujin, ever the enthusiastic one, can't contain his excitement. "i call the first shower!" he shouts, already making a beeline for the bathroom. but before he can take another step, hari reaches out and grabs his ear, pulling him back with a playful scold. "women go first, idiot," mijin chimes in, her voice dripping with amusement and a hint of teasing. wujin rubs his ear, looking sheepish, but can't help grinning at the good-natured ribbing.

you can't help but laugh at the lighthearted exchange between wujin and the others. meanwhile, cheongsan and suhyeok wander into the adjacent room, their eyes scanning the space filled with beds. suhyeok lets out a deep sigh of relief, his shoulders sagging as he takes in the cozy atmosphere. "this is gonna be so nice," he breathes, his voice filled with gratitude.

as the group begins to settle in, they all remove their shoes and leave them outside in the hallway, a habitual gesture that speaks to their growing sense of comfort and security. the tension and wariness that had been palpable just hours before seem to be melting away, replaced by a sense of camaraderie and shared relief.

onjo takes charge, assigning the rooms with a practical sense of fairness. "the girls will take this room, and the boys can take that one," she declares, pointing to the room closest to the bathroom. the others nod in agreement, and the group begins to settle into their respective spaces.

just then, the sound of footsteps echoes up the stairs once more. kyungho appears, his arms laden with a pile of knitted blankets. "hey, i found a few more blankets," he announces, offering them up to the group. "anyone who tends to get cold can grab another one."

you consider reaching for an extra blanket, but then think better of it, realizing that some of the girls might need it more than you. and indeed, they quickly claim most of the blankets, leaving only two remaining in kyungho's hands. cheongsan notices your ripped shirt and gestures for you to take one of the remaining blankets. "you should get one, y/n," he suggests, his expression concerned. you nod, feeling a bit self-conscious about your torn clothing. you walk over to kyungho, giving him a smile as you take one of the blue blankets from his outstretched hand.

daesu's eyes light up with a warm smile as he whispers to himself, "kyungho's so nice." wujin catches the comment and nods in agreement, a matching smile spreading across his face. however, suhyeok's expression takes a different turn. his eyes narrow, and his face clouds with suspicion as he notices kyungho's gaze lingering on you. his eyes flicker with unease, and he seems to be sizing up the situation.

kyungho, oblivious to suhyeok's concerns, continues to offer his hospitality. "whoever is showering first can go ahead," he says, his eyes scanning the group. "i can hand-wash your clothing and leave it out to dry. in the meantime, there are clothes in the drawers in your rooms. i'm sure they belonged to the people who owned this place before, but they would've wanted you all to wear them." the group exchanges warm smiles and nods, grateful for kyungho's kindness. hroryeong's face lights up with a shy smile as she thanks kyungho again for saving them. kyungho responds with a thumbs-up and a reassuring smile. "no worries, really. you guys are all doing me a favor by not letting me be lonely," he says, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

the boys chuckle at kyungho's comment, but suhyeok remains stoic, his expression unreadable. the group's laughter and chatter fill the air as they begin to settle in, the warmth and comfort of their new surroundings slowly seeping in. kyungho watches them with a gentle smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he takes in the scene.

as the girls start to make their discussion on the bathroom, eager to take advantage of the shower, kyungho turns to you and asks, "do you need anything?" his voice is low and considerate, and you feel a sense of gratitude toward him.

meanwhile, suhyeok's eyes never leave kyungho's face, his expression a mask of suspicion and wariness. it's clear that he’s still not convinced of kyungho's intentions. "no, it's okay, i'm good," you say, waving your hand dismissively. "i'm just ready to get out of these clothes." you gesture to your dirty, torn clothing, feeling a sense of self-consciousness about your appearance.

kyungho's eyes follow your gesture, and he takes a step closer to you. he reaches out and gently takes hold of the torn part of your shirt, his index and middle fingers loosely grasping the fabric. "yeah, looks like you've been through a lot," he says, his voice filled with empathy. as he speaks, kyungho tilts his head to get a better look at the damage. his eyes scan the torn fabric, and then drift to the scratches on your skin, visible through the tears.

suhyeok's interruption grabbed both of your attention. "is the backdoor downstairs the only exit?" he asks, his eyes locked intently on kyungho. you turn to look at suhyeok, but only for a brief moment, before your gaze drifts back to kyungho. there's something about kyungho's calm and gentle demeanor that puts you at ease, and you find yourself drawn to him.

kyungho's expression changes, a flicker of surprise crossing his face, before he quickly composes himself. he points to the rooms, his gesture expansive. "besides the windows that slide open, yeah," he explains. "you're more than welcome to go out through the front door, but if any of them see you out there, you'd bring them right to the rest of us." kyungho's voice is laced with concern, and it's clear that he's thinking about their safety. suhyeok's question has brought a sense of unease to the group, and you can't help but wonder what's behind suhyeok's inquiry.

kyungho's question hangs in the air, and everyone's eyes turn to suhyeok, waiting for his response. "were you thinking of leaving?" kyungho asks, his tone neutral, but his eyes searching for answers.

suhyeok's expression is inscrutable, his arms crossing over his chest as he responds with a curt, "just curious." the words are dismissive, but the tension in his body language suggests that there's more to it. without another word, suhyeok turns and walks into the boys' room, leaving the rest of the group to wonder about his intentions. a small flag pops up in your mind, warning you that there's more to suhyeok's question than meets the eye. you're not sure what's driving his curiosity, but you have a feeling that it's not just idle wondering.

hroryeong's voice rings out, announcing that she's taking the first shower. you take the opportunity to head into the boys' room, where you see that most of the guys have already staked their claims on the beds by placing their weapons beside them.

you make your way to the bed that's deepest in the room and place your katana down beside it, claiming it as your own. as you look around, you notice daesu standing by the sliding windows, his eyes gazing out at something in the distance. his expression is melancholic, and you can sense a deep sadness emanating from him.

just then, wujin's voice cuts through the air, grabbing everyone's attention. "who wants to take the first shower after the girls finish?" he asks, his eyes scanning the room. you look up at wujin and shrug, "cheongsan should. he did a lot for us," you say, nodding in cheongsan's direction. suhyeok chimes in, his voice a little softer than usual, "yeah, cheongsan, you go first."

daesu lets out a deep sigh, his arms folding over his head as he complains, "man, it was really warm outside." his voice is laced with a whiny tone, and wujin can't help but grimace in response.

wujin's eyes dart to daesu, and he covers his nose, his voice muffled as he says, "maybe daesu should go first..." the suggestion is met with a chorus of agreements from the other boys, including you, as the pungent aroma wafting from daesu's armpits begins to fill the room. daesu's expression turns defensive, his arms slowly lowering as he accuses wujin, "stop lying! you can't even smell anything." wujin's face scrunches up in indignation, and he begins to argue, "why would i lie?" the two boys start to bicker back and forth, their voices rising in a comedic display of denial and accusation.

you step out of the shower, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. the warm water has washed away the dirt and grime of the day, leaving you feeling clean and revitalized. your damp hair clings to your face, and you try to push it back, away from your forehead. you're surprised to notice that your hair seems longer when it's wet, and you make a mental note to get it cut soon.

you slide open the wooden door to the boys' bedroom, expecting to see the others lounging around. but to your surprise, the room is empty. you assume that everyone must be downstairs, and you're left alone in the quiet, peaceful space.

you look down at your outfit, feeling the soft, lightweight fabric of the plain dark blue pajama shirt and pants. it's a simple but comfortable ensemble, and you appreciate the feeling of the gentle cotton against your skin. you take a deep breath, feeling relaxed and at ease, and begin to make your way downstairs to join the others.

you make your way down the stairs, and your eyes scan the room, taking in the scene. some of the girls are gathered around kyungho, their faces aglow with excitement as they listen to him talk about his studies. they're practically swooning over his every word, and you can't help but chuckle at the sight.

your gaze drifts to the corner of the room, where hari and mijin are sitting together, chatting quietly. they're both smiling, and their body language suggests that they're having a relaxed and enjoyable conversation. you continue to scan the room, searching for wujin. you spot him and cheongsan standing in front of a shelf, engaged in a heated debate. they're arguing over which brand of garlic chips is superior, and their voices are rising in excitement.

you call out to wujin, letting him know that it's his turn to take a shower. his face lights up, and he instantly tosses the bags of chips to cheongsan. "i'll be right back!" he exclaims, before turning and making a beeline for the stairs. wujin's enthusiasm is palpable, and he's in such a hurry that he trips twice on the stairs before he reaches the bathroom. you can't help but laugh at his antics, and you shake your head in amusement.

as wujin disappears, you can't help but smile at his energetic behavior. you turn your attention back to the rest of the group, noticing that kyungho is still regaling the girls with stories of his studies. hari and mijin are still chatting quietly in the corner, looking relaxed and comfortable.

cheongsan, on the other hand, is still standing in front of the shelf, looking triumphant as he holds up the bags of garlic chips. he catches your eye and grins, clearly proud of having won the argument with wujin.

you chuckle to yourself, feeling grateful for the sense of camaraderie and friendship that's developed within the group. despite the challenges and dangers you've faced, you're all managing to find moments of joy and laughter together. as you continue to observe the group, you notice that suhyeok is still sitting off to the side, looking a bit subdued.

you feel a pang of frustration with yourself as you realize that your heart is trying to get the better of you. you're drawn to suhyeok, despite his odd behavior, and you find yourself wanting to check in on him, to make sure he's okay. you curse your heart for its weakness, and force yourself to look away, trying to ignore the concern that's rising up inside you.

just then, cheongsan speaks up, his voice low and understanding. "he's gonna be alright," he says, his eyes following your gaze to suhyeok. "i think he's stressing because this wasn't part of the plan."

cheongsan's words are like a splash of cold water, bringing you back to reality. you realize that suhyeok's behavior is likely due to the unexpected turn of events, and that he's probably just feeling overwhelmed. you nod in understanding, trying to push aside your concern for suhyeok and focus on the bigger picture.

you turn to cheongsan, your eyes filled with hope as you ask, "you think we can reach the mountain?" your voice is laced with a mix of worriesome and trepidation, and you can't help but feel a sense of uncertainty. cheongsan's expression is reassuring, and he nods confidently. "we'll make it, all of us," he says, his voice firm and resolute. "so stop worrying so much about it." he adds, his tone playful as he reaches out to push your shoulder gently.

you nod, trying to muster up a smile, but it's tinged with worry. you can't shake off the feeling of unease, and you're not sure if you'll really be able to make it to the mountain safely. but with cheongsan's reassurance, you try to push aside your doubts and focus on the task at hand.

"have you seen namra?" you ask cheongsan, and he points to the front of the store. you follow his gesture and see namra kneeling beside a small bonsai plant. the plant looks like it was carefully tended to before the apocalypse, and you can't help but wonder who might have been growing it.

you approach namra quietly, but she turns around before you can sneak up on her. "how'd you know i was behind you?" you ask, feeling a little surprised.

namra's response is casual, but it sends a flutter through your chest. "i recognize your steps," she says. "you always step like you're careful something might jump in front of you." her words are simple, but they reveal a level of awareness and attention to detail that makes you feel seen. you kneel down beside her, feeling a little self-conscious about your habits. "i guess it's a bad habit," you say, clearing your throat. you both sit there in silence for a moment, looking at the bonsai plant. the quiet is comfortable, and you feel a sense of ease with namra that you don't always feel with others.

namra's eyes are fixed on your face as you gently rub the leaves of the bonsai tree, oblivious to her gaze. she takes a moment to glance behind her, noticing suhyeok sitting on an upside-down bucket, staring at his knuckles. he's wearing an all-white thin pajama set, and namra can't help but think that he looks softer, more vulnerable, in white.

she turns her attention back to you, her expression careful. "he likes you," she says, her voice low and matter-of-fact. you snap your head towards her, your eyes wide with surprise. "wait, really? you think so?" you ask, your voice filled with excitement.

namra nods, her expression serious. "he cares a lot about you. did you know that?" she asks, her voice soft. you look around, as if checking to make sure no one is listening, before responding.

"well," you say, a smile spreading across your face, "i thought maybe he was into guys, but i wasn't sure." you admit, shrugging. namra's expression changes to one of disbelief and confusion. "you weren't sure?" she asks, her voice incredulous. you nod, matter-of-factly. "yeah, it's kinda hard to tell."

namra's eyes sparkle with curiosity as she asks, "even after he kissed you?" her words are innocent, but they send a shockwave through you. you stop dead in your tracks, turning to her with a confused expression. "what did you just say?" you ask, blinking rapidly as you try to process her words.

namra's face flushes with embarrassment, and she looks away, her voice barely above a whisper. "i saw, i'm sorry, i didn't mean to." she's clearly uncomfortable, and you can tell she didn't mean to spill the beans. your mind is reeling as you try to understand what's going on. "what? kyungho didn't kiss me?" you ask, feeling bewildered. namra's expression changes to one of confusion, and she looks back at you. "kyungho?" she repeats, clearly unsure what you're talking about. you nod, waiting for her to explain what she meant. your heart is racing with anticipation, and you can't help but wonder who she's talking about. it couldnt be..could it?

namra's words hang in the air like a challenge, and your entire world freezes in that moment. "i'm talking about... suhyeok," she finally says, her voice barely above a whisper. you're stunned, unsure of how she could possibly know about the kiss. it was in the middle of the night, and you thought you two were being quiet.

your mind is racing with questions, but before you can even process your thoughts, namra speaks up again. "i won't tell anyone if you don't want me to," she says, her expression reassuring. she can see the shock and confusion written all over your face, and she's trying to put you at ease.

you blink slowly, still trying to wrap your head around the fact that namra knows about the kiss. "how...?" you ask softly, your voice barely above a whisper. namra takes a deep breath before explaining, her words spilling out in a gentle rush. "i couldn't sleep that night," she says. "i heard and saw everything that happened."

you let out a sigh and bury your face in your arms, still kneeling on the ground. namra's hand finds its way to the top of yours, and she gives it a gentle squeeze. you feel a sense of comfort from her touch, and her words that follow only add to the feeling.

"i could hear his heart beating," she says softly. "it was steady throughout most of it." you lift your head, confusion etched on your face. "..so?" you ask, seeking clarity on what she's trying to say.

namra's gaze drifts behind her, to where suhyeok is sitting, looking troubled. "which means he wasnt lying," you follow her line of sight, and your gaze softens as you take in the sight of him. suddenly, flashbacks of the two of you walking home together every day flood your mind. the feeling of safety and friendship that you experienced during those walks blossoms in your chest, and you can't help but feel a sense of affection towards suhyeok.

you continue, your voice barely above a whisper. "then you'd also know how he was scared to be seen with me..." you bring your fist to your heart, feeling it racing in your chest. you're not sure what emotion is causing it, but you know you need to calm down. as you speak, you can feel a lump forming in your throat, and your eyes start to well up with tears. you bite back a pout, trying to hold back the emotions that are threatening to overwhelm you. your eye line begins to water, and you look away, trying to compose yourself. the memory of suhyeok's fear of being seen with you is still raw, and it's clear that it's still affecting you deeply.

you take a deep breath, trying to calm down and process your emotions. namra's hand is still on top of yours, and she gives it a gentle squeeze, offering you comfort and support.

"hey, it's okay," she says softly, her voice full of empathy. "he was scared, but that doesn't mean he didn't care about you. people are complicated, and sometimes they do things that hurt us without meaning to." you look up at namra, feeling a sense of gratitude towards her. she's always been a good listener, and her words of wisdom are just what you need to hear right now.

you take another deep breath, feeling your emotions begin to settle. you look over at suhyeok, who's still sitting on the bucket, looking troubled. you can't help but wonder what's going through his mind, and whether he's still scared of being seen with you. namra's words are cryptic, and you look at her with confusion. "i asked him... back at the storage closet," she says, leaving you wondering what she's talking about.

but then she adds, "i asked if he liked you," and your eyes go wide with surprise. you're eager to hear more, and you wait with bated breath for namra to continue.

however, suhyeok's name is called out by daesu, and he reluctantly gets up to head over. namra's gaze follows him, but then she turns back to you. "what did he say?" you ask, staring into her eyes, hoping to find some answers. namra's expression is sympathetic, and she says, "he didn't say anything." you sigh, feeling a pang of disappointment. but then namra adds, "but, he looked at me and i heard his heart beat rise quickly." her words are like a ray of hope, and you can't help but feel a spark of achievement.

you feel a flutter in your chest as you process namra's words. the fact that suhyeok's heart beat rose quickly when she asked him about you suggests that he might have feelings for you after all.

you look over at suhyeok, who's now talking to daesu, and you can't help but wonder what's going through his mind. does he really like you? and if so, why hasn't he said anything?

namra's hand is still on top of yours, and she gives it a gentle squeeze. "don't worry," she says softly. "i'm sure he'll come around eventually." you nod, feeling a sense of gratitude towards namra. she's always been a good friend to you, and her words of encouragement mean a lot. as you continue to talk to namra, you can't help but steal glances at suhyeok, wondering what the future might hold for the two of you.

you pause, collecting your thoughts before speaking. "it's not that," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. namra looks at you curiously, sensing that there's more to your words.

you take a deep breath, hesitating for a moment before admitting the truth. "i'm not sure if i even want him anymore," you say, your voice laced with uncertainty. namra's expression changes, and she looks at you with surprise. she didn't expect you to say that, and you can tell she's wondering what's going through your mind. you look away, feeling a little vulnerable. you're not sure why you're unsure about suhyeok. you care about him deeply, but you're not sure if your feelings for him are romantic. you're confused, and you don't know what to do.

namra's expression softens, and she nods understandingly. "it's okay to be unsure," she says gently. "feelings can be complicated, and it's normal to take time to figure them out."

you nod, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. it's nice to know that namra understands, and that you're not alone in your confusion. "do you think... he'd wait for me to figure things out?" you ask hesitantly, looking over at suhyeok, who's still talking to daesu. namra follows your gaze, and then turns back to you. "i think he might," she says with a small smile.

you can't help but laugh as you wipe your eyes, making sure no tears fall. "when did you become a love doctor?" you ask, amusement dancing in your voice. you scoff and look away, a small smile still playing on your lips. namra's eyes sparkle with mirth as she catches your teasing tone. "did you just scoff at me? ms. namra?" you tease her further, trying to stifle a grin. namra shakes her head, a smile still plastered on her face. she stands up, her movements fluid and effortless. "you're ridiculous," she says, her voice laced with affection. she looks down at you, her eyes shining with warmth. "but i'm always here for you, no matter how ridiculous you get deskmate."

namra offers you her hand, and you take it with a smile, feeling a sense of gratitude and affection towards her. "likewise," you say, your voice sincere.

but then namra's expression changes, and she whispers a name that makes your heart skip a beat. "so... kyungho?" she says, a small smile playing on her lips. your ears turn bright red as you realize that you've unintentionally shared your secret crush. you feel a wave of embarrassment wash over you, and you look away, trying to play it cool. but it's too late, namra's already seen the look on your face, and she knows that you have feelings for kyungho.

you try to brush it off, but namra's knowing gaze makes you feel like you've been caught red-handed. you can't believe you let your secret slip out, and now namra knows that you have a crush on kyungho.

namra's smile grows wider, and she gives your hand a gentle squeeze. "don't worry, your secret is safe with me," she whispers, her voice full of amusement. you look at her, feeling a mix of relief and embarrassment. you're glad that namra is being understanding, but you're still mortified that you let your secret slip out.

"thanks," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. namra nods, still smiling, and you can't help but wonder what she's thinking.

you hear a familiar voice calling out to you, and you turn to see horyeong smiling and waving you over to her. "y/n-ie!" she exclaims, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. you can't help but notice kyungho standing on the other side of the register, his muscular arms and chest on full display in his muscle shirt. hari, mijin, and horyeong are all gazing at him with interest, and you find yourself sneaking a few peeks as well.

mijin smirks at you, "kyungho-nim is gonna pour us some drinks." she says, and you raise an eyebrow in surprise. "really?" you ask, looking around at the others. daesu stands up, enthusiasm written all over his face. "count me in!" he exclaims, raising a finger in the air. hari chimes in, "add two more," with a nonchalant nod in kyungho's direction.

kyungho smiles at hari, "you got it," and begins mixing drinks with a combination of soju and beer. you watch with curiosity, unsure of what to expect. as someone who's recently come of age to drink legally, you've never really had the opportunity to try alcohol before. your father's struggles with alcoholism had always made you wary of drinking, but now you're not so sure.

hroryeong's bright smile is infectious as she asks loudly, "onjo, you want one?" she's clearly excited, and you can't help but notice that she seems happier than usual. you attribute it to the presence of kyungho, who's still busy mixing drinks behind the register. maybe his handsome face has brought out her confident side, especially after she's freshened up from her shower. onjo shakes her head, declining the offer, and cheongsan chimes in, "leave us out." hroryeong nods, unfazed, and continues to chat with the others, still beaming with enthusiasm. the atmosphere is lively, and you can't help but feel a little left out, wondering if you should join in on the fun and try one of kyungho's mysterious drinks.

kyungho's smile is still plastered on his face as he gestures behind you, asking "what about you big-man?" you turn to see who he's addressing, and your eyes land on suhyeok, who looks decidedly annoyed. he's wearing all-white pajamas, which somehow makes him appear less intimidating than usual.

daesu's laughter rings out as he chimes in, "yeah, c'mon bare-su!" he exclaims, using suhyeok's well-known nickname. you can't help but feel a twinge of distaste at the nickname, mainly because it's a reference to suhyeok's peculiar habit of not wearing socks with shoes. suhyeok's expression remains serious as he crosses his arms, leaning against an aisle. "count me out too," he says, his voice firm. you can't help but wonder why he's being so stubborn.

kyungho's eyes lock onto yours, and he asks, "what about you, y/n-ie?" the added cuteness at the end of your name makes you feel a flutter in your chest, and you can't help but feel a little shy.

"me?" you ask, shocked, as if you're surprised he's even considering you. hroryeong's smile falters as she looks between you and kyungho, a confused expression on her face. she seems to be wondering how close the two of you really are. meanwhile, daesu's eyes narrow slightly as he looks at kyungho with suspicion. kyungho raises an eyebrow, his expression daring you to say no. "yeah, sorry. is it cool if i call you that?" he asks, his voice low and smooth.

you laugh, feeling a little self-conscious, and reply, "sure, i don't mind." you pause for a moment before adding, "i don't mind a drink either," as you fidget with your pajamas, feeling a little more aware of your appearance.

kyungho's low, smooth voice sends a shiver down your spine, and you can't help but straighten your posture, feeling a little more alert. "good," he says, his tone dripping with a quiet confidence that makes you feel a little fluttery inside.

just as you're processing the effect of kyungho's voice, you're startled by a sudden movement beside you. hroryeong is pushed aside, and suhyeok's long arm reaches over you, placing a plastic cup still in its bag on the table in front of you. "i'll take one," suhyeok says, his voice low and even, but with a hint of authority. you don't dare to look up at him, sensing a subtle tension in his tone. instead, you keep your eyes fixed on the cup, wondering what just happened.

the atmosphere around you seems to shift slightly, with a subtle undercurrent of tension. kyungho's eyes flicker to suhyeok, a hint of surprise and curiosity in his expression.

hroryeong, who had been pushed aside, clears her throat and steps back, her eyes darting between suhyeok and kyungho. "alright, so... two drinks, then?" she asks, trying to break the tension. kyungho nods, his expression neutral once more. "yeah, two more drinks. coming right up." he turns back to the counter, his movements fluid and efficient as he begins to prepare the drinks.

as kyungho continues to prepare the drinks, the tension in the air seems to dissipate slightly. suhyeok, however, remains standing beside you, his presence still radiating a sense of quiet intensity.

daesu, seemingly sensing the awkwardness, attempts to lighten the mood. "what made you change your mind?" he asks, his voice cheerful and curious. suhyeok's response is low and even, "just thought i'd join in." his tone doesn't invite further questioning, and hroryeong wisely decides not to push the issue. meanwhile, kyungho slides two drinks across the counter, his eyes meeting suhyeok's for a brief moment before he looks away. "enjoy," he says, his voice neutral. you pick up your drink, feeling a little uncertain about what to expect.

as daesu calls for a toast, everyone raises their drinks in unison, cheering and clinking their cups together. you join in, feeling a sense of camaraderie with the group. as you take a gulp of your drink, the liquid burns its way down your throat, making you grimace.

as you tip your head back, your eyes wander from the cup to suhyeok, who's also downing his drink. your gaze is drawn to the column of his neck, stretched out as he tilts his head back. suddenly, you're struck by the size difference between you and suhyeok. his broad shoulders and tall frame make you feel almost dainty in comparison. you can't help but stare, feeling a little awestruck by suhyeok's imposing presence. his eyes, still closed as he swallows his drink, seem to be savoring the moment, and you find yourself wondering what he's thinking.

the tranquility of the moment is shattered by a loud, booming voice echoing from the stairs. "why the hell didn't you guys save me one?" wujin's angry shout sends a ripple of amusement through the group.

daesu, quick-witted as ever, shouts back, "we were waiting, brother-in-law!" his response is met with a burst of laughter from the others. hari, however, takes a more... creative approach. with lightning-fast reflexes, she grabs the nearest object and hurls it at daesu's head. the room erupts into chaos as daesu ducks and weaves, narrowly avoiding the projectile.

mijin's arm brushes against your shoulders as she attempts to draw you into a friendly embrace. "did you like the drink?" she asks, her voice tinged with curiosity.

you gaze down at the bottom of your cup, recalling the unexpected flavor. "it wasn't exactly how i imagined it would taste..." you admit, trying to be diplomatic. mijin's laughter chimes in, and she playfully teases, "yeah." you both share a laugh, your grimaces mirroring each other's as you remember the drink's unusual taste.

as the night wears on, the group finds themselves in a circle on the floor, surrounded by the refrigerated drinks. the hours have slipped away, and midnight is fast approaching. the air is thick with laughter and the smell of snacks and ramen.

more than half the group is now tipsy or downright drunk, and the jokes are getting progressively sillier. wujin, still chuckling, nudges cheongsan and begs him to repeat a joke. cheongsan rolls his eyes, claiming it wasn't that funny, but mijin disagrees, her laughter echoing through the room as she leans against hari, who's also giggling. kyungho gets up to grab a water bottle from one of the fridges behind them, but before he can even take a sip, daesu snatches it from him and starts drinking from it too. the absurdity of the situation sends you into a fit of giggles, and you double over, holding your stomach in laughter. namra watches you with a warm smile, clearly amused by your reaction.

still riding the wave of laughter, you propose, "lets take one more shot!" daesu and wujin erupt into cheers, their enthusiasm infectious and making you even more hyped. in this moment, you're grateful for these two friends, knowing they'll always be up for a good time.

wujin shouts, "yeah, let's do it!" as he nudges suhyeok, who responds with a calm smile and a casual flick of his hair. mijin teases him, "i feel like you're not on the same level as us..." suhyeok just laughs and says, "i'm just feeling warm."

kyungho chimes in, "hey, you could be a good drinker." mijin and hari exchange shocked glances, seemingly surprised by the suggestion. the room falls silent for a moment, awaiting suhyeok's response to kyungho's provocative comment.

suhyeok's enigmatic response, "something like that," hangs in the air as you take the soju bottle and begin pouring shots for those who want them. "hroryeong, you want some?" you ask, but she shakes her head, her eyes already half-closed as she leans back against the aisle. "no, i'm done," she says, her voice laced with exhaustion. daesu seizes the opportunity to tease her, "she can't keep up!" he laughs, and the room erupts into a fit of laughter. you're caught off guard, and your giggles become uncontrollable. you put your head down, trying to compose yourself, but it's no use. the laughter is too much, and you're happy to let it consume you.

as the laughter overtakes you, you feel someone gently pry the bottle from your grasp. you don't even bother to open your eyes, too caught up in the hilarity of the moment. instead, you let your body relax, laying back on the ground as the laughter continues to shake your frame.

onjo slips into your spot, taking over the task of pouring shots for the others. you're vaguely aware of onjo, cheongsan, and namra being the only ones still sober, but even that thought is enough to send you into another fit of giggles. the three of them seem to be enjoying the show, watching their friends with amused smiles.

namra's gentle hands guide you back into a seated position, and she tenderly fixes your disheveled hair. onjo's compliment, "aigoo, y/n, you're so cute," makes you blush, and you pull your knees to your chest, feeling a little self-conscious.

you bow your head, murmuring a soft "thank you," which prompts cheongsan to chuckle and shake his head. just as kyungho is about to ask if everyone is ready for the shot, you suddenly speak up, "wait! where's joonyeong? he needs one." your words are met with an awkward silence, and the laughter that had filled the room just moments before dies down. you look around the circle, expecting to see joonyeong's familiar face, but he's nowhere to be found. "did he go upstairs?" you ask, a hint of concern creeping into your voice. you shout his name, "joonyeong!" but there's no response. namra and onjo exchange an uncertain glance, before turning to look at you, seemingly surprised by your seriousness. the room remains silent, with all eyes on you, as you wait for a response that doesn't come.

daesu's slurred words cut through the awkward silence, "what did you say?" he asks, his eyes squinting slightly as he tries to focus.

you brush your hair out of your face, feeling a warm flush spread through your body as the alcohol takes hold. "huh? joonyeong," you repeat, your tone casual, as if you're discussing something mundane. you shrug, looking around at the others, who are still wearing serious expressions. "what? should we not invite him?" you ask, a hint of confusion creeping into your voice. you laugh, thinking it's all some kind of joke, but the others' somber faces only add to your confusion.

namra's soft voice breaks the silence, "y/n..." she says, her words trailing off as she hesitates to repeat the painful events of just a couple of hours ago. but before she can continue, cheongsan interrupts, "asleep." his voice is firm, but his eyes betray a hint of sadness. "remember? he said he was tired," he adds, his words a gentle lie.

the group's attention turns to cheongsan, their faces a mix of confusion and sadness. you, however, seem to accept his explanation, thinking for a moment before nodding, "oh, you're right. i kinda remember that now." you point at cheongsan, a look of vague recollection on your face. the others exchange somber glances, their expressions a mix of sorrow and confusion. it's clear that they're struggling to understand how you could have forgotten, or perhaps, how you could have thought joonyeong was still alive. the atmosphere in the room grows heavier, weighed down by the unspoken truth.

kyungho, sensing the awkwardness in the air, attempts to shift the mood with a sudden declaration, "okay, let's take this shot then!" the others, grateful for the distraction, quickly grab their shots and cheer before downing them.

as you tilt your head back to take the shot, your hand seems to move of its own accord, spilling some of the liquid down your chin and onto your neck. you hastily swallow the remaining drink in your mouth, wincing slightly at the burning sensation. wujin's enthusiastic "woo!" cuts through the air, followed by nods of agreement from the others. "that was good," he declares, savoring the taste. hari, meanwhile, admits, "i wish i knew drinking games," a hint of wistfulness in her voice.

you bring your fingers to your neck, assessing the damage from the spilled drink. your eyes, now hazy from the alcohol, gaze upward to find kyungho gently wiping your chin with a small towel. he flashes a warm smile, asking, "did you even drink any?" his smile is infectious, and you can't help but laugh. for a moment, you're tempted to lean into his touch, but a tiny voice of dignity within you protests, urging you to maintain some semblance of composure. "i did, i promise," you reply, trying to sound convincing, before a hiccup escapes your lips, betraying your inebriated state.

onjo stands up, adjusting her pants as she announces, "okay, i think i'm gonna take hroryeong upstairs and sleep." you immediately protest, "no! onjo, stay here," but she's resolute.

hari chimes in, "i'mma head upstairs too," and together, hari and onjo carefully lift hroryeong and begin to make their way up the stairs. you watch them go, feeling a pang of disappointment. as you turn to mijin, you ask, "you're staying, right?" but mijin looks uncertain, glancing back and forth between you and hari, who's now disappearing up the stairs. you tease her, "whatever, just go," and laugh, trying to make light of the situation.

mijin hesitates for a moment before she too decides to head upstairs. "alright, i'll go," she says, before turning to leave. you watch her go, feeling a bit deserted.

the group has dwindled significantly, leaving only a handful of people remaining. you glance around at the others, noticing that the atmosphere has become more subdued. kyungho catches your eye and smiles, and you can't help but smile back. "so, what's next?" wujin asks, breaking the silence. he looks around at the others, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "should we play another round?"

the playful banter between mijin and wujin continues, with the others watching with amused smiles. kyungho chuckles and shakes his head, "you two are something else." suhyeok, who had been quietly observing the exchange, suddenly speaks up, "actually, i think wujin has a point." he says, his voice calm and measured. "we could play a game. something to liven things up." the group's attention turns to suhyeok, intrigued by his suggestion. "what kind of game?" daesu asks, his curiosity piqued.

"how about 'rock, paper, scissors, shot'?" you suggest, a mischievous grin spreading across your face. "we can play a best-of-three series, and the loser of each round has to take a shot."

mijin's eyes sparkle with excitement. "oh, i love that game," she says, already pouring herself a shot. "it's so simple, but so brutal." wujin chuckles. "yeah, and it's a great way to get drunk quickly." kyungho nods, a competitive glint in his eye. "alright, let's play. i'm going to crush you all."

the air is electric as everyone prepares for a thrilling round of "rock, paper, scissors, shot." kyungho's voice cuts through the tension, "ready?" the group collectively holds their breath, focusing intently. "rock, paper, scissors!" kyungho exclaims, and in unison, everyone reveals their hand.

namra and cheongsan opt out, leaving you, wujin, daesu, mijin, and suhyeok to battle it out. the results are in, and daesu and mijin triumphantly shout, "we got scissors!" a glance around reveals that everyone else had chosen paper. you can't help but sigh, knowing daesu and mijin are off the hook. wujin breaks the silence, "okay, us four, let's go." the others prepare for another round as kyungho's voice rings out once more, "rock, paper, scissors!" but this time, you notice your vision starting to blur. you blink hard, struggling to refocus.

as you take stock of the situation, you breathe a sigh of relief to see wujin and kyungho are safe, but your anxiety quickly returns as you realize you and suhyeok are the last two remaining. kyungho's enthusiastic shout of "come on y/n!" breaks the tension, while wujin offers suhyeok a supportive pat on the back. the group's energetic chant of "rock, paper, scissors!" fills the air, and you throw a rock, only to have suhyeok try to sneak in a scissors before swiftly changing to paper. you catch him in the act, smacking his hand away, and the group erupts in laughter, with suhyeok joining in. namra observes the scene, noting the way this lighthearted moment has effortlessly dissipated the tension between you and suhyeok.

as suhyeok reaches for a cup, the room erupts in a chorus of cheering, with everyone chanting his name. he chugs the contents instantly, and the crowd goes wild. your gaze lingers on him, and you can't help but notice how captivating suhyeok looks in this moment.

your eyes grow heavier, and your head spins slightly. daesu slurs, "y/n is so drunk," but it's clear he's not one to talk, given his own inebriated state. you turn to him, shaking your finger in mock scolding, "you're worse than he is!" mijin points at daesu, cackling uncontrollably as she topples backward. namra's voice trails off as she mentions heading upstairs to check on the girls, and in an instant, she's gone. the sudden absence isn't even registered until an hour later, when a careless reach for her reveals only empty space.

kyungho's subtle posture hadn't caught your attention - he was leaning on his side, head propped up, and gazing at you with an intriguing smile. mijin, however, had noticed and couldn't help but react with a raised eyebrow. she nudged wujin and discreetly pointed to kyungho, prompting wujin to tilt his head in confusion.

in a slightly slurred tone, mijin asked, "so, kyungho, are you...into guys or girls?" the question hung in the air, and you froze, apprehensive about the potential fallout. even in your intoxicated state, a thread of fear managed to weave its way into your relaxed demeanor. kyungho paused, taking a moment to collect his thoughts. his gaze drifted to the bottle in his hand before he replied, "i like what i like." as he spoke, his eyes locked onto yours, and he took a sip from his bottle. daesu, who was leaning against wujin, caught the intense look and immediately sought wujin's confirmation, as if to validate what he thought he was seeing.

daesu's voice cuts through the air, a hint of forced nonchalance betraying his drunken state. "so, what's your thoughts on my friend here?" he asks, his gesture in your direction drawing attention to you like an unwanted spotlight.

you feel your face grow warm as the conversation continues, your embarrassment simmering just below the surface. "guys, shut up," you interject, your voice low and even, as you turn to wujin. "can you pass me that water bottle?" you ask, nodding towards the refrigerated doors behind him. wujin complies, retrieving the bottle with a bit of clumsiness, his movements a reminder of the evening's events.

kyungho's response is laced with a hint of mischief. "let's just say, i like what i see," he admits, his words sparking a contagious laughter from mijin, who playfully punches him in the arm. her eyes sparkle with giddy excitement at the subtle confession. meanwhile, you maintain a poker face, sipping on the cold water that brings some relief to your embarrassed flush.

kyungho's smirk returns as he recounts your first meeting. "seriously, i was drawn to his charm," he says, his gaze locked on yours. "he was sweet," he adds, his expression sincere. you nod in agreement, giving a thumbs up that sets off a round of laughter. however, not everyone shares the amusement. suhyeok's eyeroll and scoff don't go unnoticed by kyungho, who turns to face him with a serious, low tone. "you don't think so?" the room falls silent, with all eyes on suhyeok.

suhyeok's gaze drifted sideways, his annoyance palpable as he was met with yet another overly flattering comment. "i didn't say anything," he muttered, his tone subdued. kyungho, however, wasn't one to let things slide. "oh, come on," he pressed, taking a sip of his drink. "you were thinking something. the eye roll was a dead giveaway." his words hung in the air, making you feel uneasy for the second time. in that moment, you couldn't help but wish namra was by your side.

suhyeok shakes his head, his expression a mix of concern and amusement. "i think you've had one too many, friend," he says, nodding towards kyungho's drink. kyungho raises an eyebrow, his voice laced with a hint of defiance. "i'm not even tipsy, but i'm a man who values honesty. if you're going to call me out, i'll tell it like it is. apparently, that's not your style." the air is thick with tension as the two lock eyes. sensing the unease, you intervene, your voice soft and soothing. "how about we play another round?”

mijin breaks the tension with a nervous chuckle, "come on guys, let's not ruin the night." wujin chimes in, his awkward smile a testament to the discomfort in the air. "i'm game for another round, but..." kyungho sits up, his eyes fixed intently on suhyeok, "actually, can we clear the air? if suhyeok's not cool with me flirting with y/n, i'd like to know why." the atmosphere grows heavier, the group's attention now squarely on suhyeok.

suhyeok's demeanor shifted in an instant, his eyes transforming into those of a wolf poised to strike. the atmosphere grew thick with tension as you felt a shiver run down your spine. desperate to escape the uncomfortable encounter, you attempted to stand, but a wave of dizziness washed over you, forcing you back into your seat.

concerned voices filled the air as wujin asked, "y/n, are you okay?" mijin's grip on your arm tightened, her eyes filled with worry. "i'm really tired all of a sudden," you stammered, struggling to keep the tension calm. mijin swiftly took charge, helping you to your feet and draping your arm over her shoulders. "let's get you to bed," she said, guiding you upstairs as you stumbled, your vision blurring. "everything is so... fuzzy," you mumbled, rubbing your eye with your free hand.

wujin broke the silence with an awkward suggestion, "i think we should call it a night." he patted suhyeok's back as he stood up, suhyeok agreed by standing up and ttrailing behind mijin and you.

meanwhile, daesu's voice slurred as he slapped kyungho's back, "tomorrow, we drink again!" kyungho returned the gesture, playfully slapping daesu's back in response. “ofcourse!” he said with a bright smile.

kyungho was left to solitude, tasked with gathering the scattered trash while everyone else retreated upstairs. meanwhile, mijin struggled to lift you, her efforts hindered by your shifting weight. your outstretched hand grasped for the wall, but it offered little support. "y/n, come on! use your strength to help me out," mijin urged, her voice laced with a hint of amusement. just then, suhyeok swooped in, gently prying your arm from mijin's grasp and draping it over his shoulder. as he bent down to match your height, he simply stated, "i've got him." mijin nodded in agreement, affectionately ruffling your hair as you gazed down at your feet.

her voice dripped with amusement as she giggled and hurried up the stairs, peeking over the railing to catch your struggle. you leaned into suhyeok's embrace, placing a reassuring hand on his chest. "this is impossible," you whined, to which suhyeok offered a gentle nod and a soft whisper of encouragement: "you've got it." meanwhile, wujin's voice echoed up the stairs, "come on, y/n!" as he helped daesu, equally drunk, navigate the steps.

daesu's sudden declaration, "i think i need to go to the bathroom," is quickly followed by a gagging sound, prompting suhyeok to swiftly scoop you up in his arms. he rushes into the room, gently placing you on your bed. you can't help but laugh at the frantic pace. suhyeok inquires about your well-being, and you nod reassuringly.

just then, wujin's voice echoes from outside, calling for suhyeok's assistance with daesu, who's struggling to make it up the stairs. mijin's cackles can be heard, while suhyeok rushes out of the room to lend a hand, leaving you alone.

as you waited for the others to arrive, you found yourself fidgeting with your clothes, the silence a gentle hum in the background. the sound of footsteps and muffled voices drifted in from the hallway, signaling the boys' passage as they escorted daesu to the restroom. it was then that cheongsan slipped into the room, his voice barely above a whisper as he asked, "is he sick?" your response was a fit of giggles, accompanied by a nod, leaving cheongsan to wonder what had transpired.

cheongsan slid the wooden door shut with a soft creak, seeking refuge in his bed. he collapsed onto the mattress with a contented groan, his voice dripping with relaxation as he murmured, "this is going to be the best sleep ever." you trued to copy him, but your comfort was short-lived. a sudden lump formed in your throat, prompting you to sit up with alarm. "no, no, i need to stay upright," you whined, clutching at your chest with growing unease, fearful of succumbing to the same queasiness that had afflicted daesu.

"i need some water," you whispered to cheongsan, who sprang into action, sitting up with a jolt. his voice was laced with concern as he asked, "are you sure?" you nodded, becoming increasingly aware of the inky darkness that enveloped the upstairs. the alcohol was already wreaking havoc on your vision, and the shadows seemed to be closing in, making your head spin.

the door slid open once more, and suhyeok's voice cut through the darkness, "daesu is throwing up..." but before he could finish, cheongsan swiftly intervened, his voice tinged with urgency. "suhyeok, grab a cold water – y/n needs one, now." suhyeok vanished into the night, his footsteps a distant echo as he hastened downstairs. cheongsan shifted to your bedside, his gentle hands rubbing soothing circles on your back. "you're okay, y/n. hang in there," he whispered reassuringly, as you pressed your fingers to your forehead, fighting to stay awake.

meanwhile, suhyeok's feet pounded the stairs, skipping two at a time, as he hastened to fetch water. his mission was to help his friends rehydrate and sober up, despite his own slightly tipsy state. the cold air seemed to have a sobering effect on him, and he focused intently on his task. he yanked open the refrigerator door and scanned the shelves, his eyes locking onto the largest water bottle. as he pulled it out, he noticed it was the last one. his gaze wandered behind the refrigerator, where the open freezer door caught his attention. beyond it, a deeper freezer door came into view, adorned with a thick chain and lock. suhyeok's curiosity was piqued, and he found himself wondering what could be hidden behind such a secure door. his reverie was shattered by a sudden voice. "hey!" kyungho's greeting made suhyeok jump, his heart racing as he stood up straight, water bottle still in hand.

kyungho descended the aisle with a jog, small packets clutched in his hand, his expression a mask of contrition. "hey, man, i wanted to apologize. what i did earlier was stupid and immature," he admitted, his head shaking in guilt. suhyeok's gaze darted to the staircase before returning to kyungho, his response a simple, acknowledging nod. kyungho extended the packets, a peace offering of hangover remedies. "take these, give some to whoever needs them upstairs. i'll be behind the register if you need anything, anything at all," he said, his tone sincere. suhyeok's eyes flicked to kyungho's frame, a fleeting thought crossing his mind – he could take him down if needed, though it might require some effort. instead, he chose to accept the offering, nodding curtly as he took the packets and closed the fridge door. with a sense of urgency, he hastened back upstairs.

cheongsan moved with gentle purpose, lighting the lanterns scattered throughout the room. the soft glow of the flames cast a warm, golden light, transforming the space into a haven of comfort and tranquility.

you gazed around, taking in the cozy atmosphere, and turned to cheongsan with a smile. "this feels amazing, doesn't it?" you asked, and cheongsan's face lit up with a nod of agreement. "yeah..." he murmured, his voice barely audible, "i wish gyeongsu could've seen this." though spoken under his breath, the words carried to your ears, and you shared a laugh with cheongsan at the thought of gyeongsu's antics. "he would've eaten so much," you chuckled, the image conjuring up a warm, fuzzy feeling.

the door slid open once more, and you anticipated suhyeok's return, but instead, wujin stumbled into the room, his face a picture of distress. "guys, i couldn't take it anymore – he got it everywhere," wujin exclaimed, collapsing onto the floor with a dramatic flourish. cheongsan's eyes widened in shock, "no way, really?" he asked, incredulous. your concern, however, was focused on daesu's well-being, "is he okay?" you inquired, worry etched in your voice. just then, mijin's unmistakable cackles echoed from the hallway, and you couldn't help but ask, "is that mijin?" but your question was cut short as you doubled over, falling forward onto your bed, consumed by a fit of laughter.

wujin's laughter harmonized with yours, "yeah, the girls are trying to get her to sleep," he chuckled, clearly amused by the situation. cheongsan slipped out of the room, likely to lend a hand with daesu. just then, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the doorway, and suhyeok appeared, his voice low and cautious as he whispered, "wujin, watch out." but wujin remained immobile, too caught up in the hilarity of the moment.

suhyeok expertly navigated around him, his eyes fixed on you as he approached. he tosses something in his hand in the forner of the room with annoyance, it sounded like sugar packets but you ignore it. he twisted open the water bottle en route, the soft gurgle of the liquid a soothing serenade. as he sat down in front of you, his expression turned concerned, "you okay? do you feel sick?" he asked, his voice gentle. you smiled and shook your head, feeling an unexpected wave of relief wash over you now that suhyeok was back by your side.

as you gazed at suhyeok, you couldn't help but be captivated by the soft, golden light of the lanterns dancing across his features. the gentle glow seemed to accentuate his inviting expression, making it impossible for you to look away.

your eyes lingered on his hair, which lay flat against his forehead, appearing impossibly soft. suhyeok's sudden command, "open," startled you, and for a moment, you hesitated. your gaze dropped to the water bottle, now poised near your lips, with suhyeok's hand positioned beneath to catch any stray droplets. the tender gesture only added to the sense of intimacy, leaving you feeling momentarily breathless.

you parted your lips, and suhyeok carefully tilted the water bottle, allowing you to sip from it. as you swallowed, his fingertips from his other hand brushed against your throat, sending a subtle feeling in the bottom of your stomach. your gaze drifted upward, meeting suhyeok's eyes, and you felt a flush rise to your ears under his gentle scrutiny. your eyelids grew heavy, blinking lazily as you succumbed to the soothing sensation. the scene was almost surreal, with you resembling a deer calmed by a wolf's gentle touch. wujin, still sprawled on the floor, watched the exchange with an astute expression, as if he had just stumbled upon a profound realization. his eyes sparkled with a knowing glint, while you continued to drink.

suhyeok set the water bottle down, allowing you to catch your breath. you murmured a shy thank you, but suhyeok didn't respond, instead focusing on closing the bottle and placing it beside the bed. the moment was interrupted by cheongsan's shout, "wujin!" which jolted wujin out of his trance-like state.

he cursed under his breath, "shit..." before reluctantly pushing himself up from the floor and shuffling out into the hallway. however, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, tiptoed back to the room, and carefully slid the door closed before continuing on his way. cheongsan's voice echoed down the hallway once more, "wujin!" this time, wujin responded with a shout of his own, his tone tinged with annoyance, "i'm coming already!"

the room fell silent once more, with only the two of you remaining. suhyeok hadn't uttered a word, instead focusing on removing his socks as he padded over to his bed. you watched him intently, your gaze fixed on his every move, much like a devoted puppy awaiting instructions. suhyeok carefully placed his socks beside his bed before walking back over to you, his movements fluid and deliberate. he knelt down beside you, his hands gently cradling your foot as he began to remove your socks. the tender touch sent a warm feeling in you chest, and you couldn't help but bask in the soothing sensation.

suhyeok carefully set your socks aside, mirroring the precise manner in which he had handled his own. the silence was finally broken by your soft, grateful whisper, "thank you."

suhyeok stood up fully, his eyes never leaving yours, and said, "you should rest now. you've had a long night." his voice was low and soothing, a gentle command that brooked no argument. he reached out and carefully pulled the blankets up to your chest, his fingers brushing against yours in the process. you didn't pull away, instead letting the warmth of his hand linger on yours. "i'll be right outside if you need anything," he continued, his voice a soft promise. "just call out, okay?"

suhyeok turned to leave, his footsteps quiet on the floor, but you called out to him again, your voice barely above a whisper. "suhyeok?" he stopped in his tracks, his back still turned to you, and waited for you to continue. "i need you," you said, the words feeling inadequate for the comfort and care he had shown you. suhyeok turned around, a familiar look on his face, and nodded slightly. "what is it?," he replied, his voice low and gentle.

you hesitated, unsure of what to say next, but before you could gather your thoughts, a loud voice echoed down the hallway, "suhyeok!" wujin's boisterous call made both of you turn towards the door, suhyeok's eyes flicking towards the hallway before returning to yours. "can it wait?" he asked, his voice low and questioning. you nodded slowly, feeling a pang of disappointment, but also relief. suhyeok gave a small nod before turning to leave, sliding the door closed behind him. the moment the door clicked shut, you were alone with your thoughts, and they came flooding in. your face grew hot, a deep red spreading across your cheeks as your mind whirled with thoughts of suhyeok. you couldn't shake the feelings that had been building, and you felt overwhelmed. in a desperate attempt to drown out your thoughts, you closed your eyes and pulled the blanket over your head, hiding from the emotions that threatened to consume you.

[shinylipglosss]

MOTH TO A FLAME

theo james x male reader

summary: you get pulled over by policeman theo james. he doesn’t believe that you aren’t drunk, so he asks you to do him a favour.

warnings: rough, quiet theo, police officer theo, bttm reader, penetration, descriptive, nsfw, 1.7k words

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Blood rushed to each crevice of your calm face. When you managed to get yourself pulled over you already understood the gravity of what you’d done. You had never gotten in trouble with the law. You hated getting in trouble period. You hadn’t the faintest clue what to expect, so when a tall, olive-skinned man came strolling to your window you couldn’t help but flush.

With hands placed firmly on his gun-proof vest, he leaned in against your car window practically staring right at you. It made you eternally grateful for your blacked-out windows. It took you a moment to realise this was supposed to be that part where you rolled down your windows. In the time it took you to do that, the man’s brows had arched in an impatient furrow.

“Why were you speeding?” He seemed to sputter out his words when he got a good look at you, that only made you more nervous. He kept his head ducked to talk to you, a constant reminder of his height. You found yourself staring at his eyes. Something about him invited something ravenous within you.

“I lost focus, i—I…it won’t happen again.” You undoubtedly made his sputter seem like a clear sentence. For some odd reason your uncertainty made him smile. He bore a smile even more handsome than his face; you were sure if you spoke again no sound would come out.

“Step out for me, yeah?” This was the worst case scenario that could only happen in this one. He thinks you’re drunk, but in reality you just found him hot. His biceps glistened as he opened the door for you, it was easy to tell that his muscles were a reward from years of hard work and dedication. You could feel that same dedication in his strong grip on your much less muscly arm. “Are you drunk?” For the first time you realised the road you ended up on was in the middle of nowhere. There wasn’t a single car in sight.

“C-Course not.” Well that sentence was better than the last at least. “I told you, I just got distracted. That’s all.” That seemed to satisfy him enough as he shrugged his heavy-weighed-down shoulders.

“I believe you. But protocol tells me i’ve got to search the car.” His thick British accent melted nicely into your ears, it had gotten quite bad how much accents turned you on.

He slipped past you and even the thick padding of his gear couldn’t stop you from being able to feel the thick muscle carved under it. You wanted nothing more than to melt into his embrace and feel him, but alas you were getting accused of being drunk. Even on duty you could tell in real life he was laid-back. You could have bet he had a girlfriend—maybe even a wife.

He sat now in the passenger’s seat, with you in the drivers seat. Apparently he needed you to explain what every somewhat suspicious object was. So that’s exactly what you did, because in truth, you never wanted this to interaction to end. Eventually, he stopped, sighing greatly and letting you get a look at his relaxed face before his hard one came back. “I’m sorry, I know I said I belive you, but…” He grabbed a beer bottle that I had foolishly kept. “What’s the explanation for this?” You knew you had no come back for this. Truth is you really were drunk, madly so.

“I’m sorry, listen, I can’t go to jail. I’ll—“

“Do anything?” A silence fell between the two of you then. The only sound being the wildlife from outside of the car. It was oddly erotic, you watching his tongue dart to lick his lips. Stubble lined his jaw in that immaculate way that seems like he put no effort in. He shed his vest and you watched as his arms shuffled behind his back. He pulled out his gun and placed in on the back seat. His face was different when he tore his gaze into you—complete stranger ready to destroy you—his face was hungry. A bob of an adam’s apple. Was it yours or his? His eyes trailed your body. You did the same.

He snaked a hand into your hair and pushed you into him. He forced his tongue down your throat, his beard scratching against your soft face. You hadn’t felt utter submission until him. Now you couldn’t go back. “Don’t you think we’d have more space in the back?” You could feel the blush coming to your face as soon as you asked. But he responded with a dirty growl and fished in his pockets for your car key. When had he taken that?

You both ended up in the backseat, him pressing your face aggressively to the seat whilst he cuffed you. It was quiet for the few seconds it took him to get rid of his shirt. He flipped you to face him and you couldn’t help but run a hand down his body. His golden skin looked slick with honey. He watched you darkly as you ran a hand over his chest, inspecting him. The man’s body rose and fell rhythmically. You brought your mouth to his chestnut-coloured nipple. It was exhilarating watching the gruff, taciturn man writhe at the new found pleasure. The breath was snatched from his throat and you brought the trail of your tongue from his nipples to his neck. An attractive neck was something new for you, but everything about him was attractive and new.

You inhaled the scent he emitted, a deep, musky one that crowded all your senses until all that was left was him. He let his head fall back against the seat and you stared up at him crestfallen he wouldn’t meet your gaze. You had known him for an hour—maybe. Yet the affect he was having on you was intoxicating. Bringing your lips back to his own, those pink, full things, you scratched at the newly naked back. Your nails cascaded down the rigid bumps of muscle and you savoured the way he looked at you now.

He brought his hands, veiny and long, to your lips. They were closed and he quickly changed that by parting them with his middle and ring finger. You let your body relax and feel the heat emanating off him. Those fingers slid to the darkest depths of your mouth. He used them like he was looking for something important. Your eyes watered slightly but you didn’t dare break eye contact with the god of a man. “Let me enter you.” He simply said. “Let me know how you feel. Please.” The fact he pleaded with you showed that he wanted you so bad. You just hadn’t seen it.

He placed himself against the car door, sitting with his long legs slung across the entire row of seats. You realised he was so tall his legs took up all of the space. You sat on his lap and let him unbuckle himself. “Can I take my clothes off?” You chuckled, somewhat trying to joke. By the time you had taken them off, the greek stature of a man had his large cock out and had already began to stroke it sensually. His gaze was solely on you so you knew he was thinking of you entirely. It felt good to imagine the effect you had on him. You retook your spot in his lap. You lowered yourself onto him. He spat on his hand and rubbed your hole, inserting a large thumb. Your body seemingly ached for that same spit to be in your mouth once more. Placing your hands on his chest for support, you braced for the moment his cock entered you. He had two fingers in your ass now, prepping you for the real thing. He did the same thing as when his fingers where in your mouth.

The second you let your body breathe, he thrusted his length into you. You hadn’t bothered counted his length—you knew it was long—it was just you trusted that he knew how to use it. But you counted now. One. Your body shook. Two. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. There wasn’t a better feeling. Three. You could feel him stretching you now. Four. He began to feel the friction of you. Five. His hips thrusted begging for more of you, he would get it either way. Six. You had convinced yourself that your hole would mould into his shape; you wouldn’t be able to fuck anyone but him. Somewhere between seven and eight inches you had forgotten that you were supposed to be punished. He was an officer. You were doing a crime. In a way it was a punishment. You wanted him to have you. To fuck you and never stop.

He began to thrust violently into you, hips bucking with the notion. His cock pulsated inside you. It wasn’t long before he began to hit your special spot. When he did, you became incoherent, touching every part of his body, licking anything of him you could find. You wanted him. Him. You smelt his aftershave clearly worn down after hours of a shift. You felt his manhood inside your tight walls, along with a twitch of his pec. A pooling sensation began flooding in your belly. You felt weird. But Good. His body rocked violently against you now. He was holding onto you just as hard as you to him. The only sound filling the car was the grunts and moans the both of you were emitting. He pushed into you a final time, his abs contracting. His semen filled into you. At some point between that you felt his ropes against your walls and felt the need for release. You pressed your forehead against his. The moment when the both of you were in the middle of an orgasm felt euphoric. As if never wanting the moment to escape, the both of you stayed still until minutes later. When you did move, he asked you one question: “Again?”

[watchinglee2]

Let's Make A Deal - Zane Phillips x Male Reader

Warnings: smut, language, semi public, anal, unprotected sex

Plot: You have a choice to make. Two candidates. One promotion. But when he walks into your office, the meeting takes an unexpected turn. Hands on the desk. Hushed voices. The door locked just in time.By the time he leaves, the decision is made. And you’re the one left unraveled.

Let's Make A Deal

Word Count: 1.1k

It was a Monday morning and you were in the office battling a difficulty decision. It was choosing the new head of the Marketing department for your company (Global Tech Inc). There were two employee's in the running which were Elijah and Zane. Both were perfect candidates, almost too perfect.

You had to come up with the decision by the end of the day but needed something more to push it over the head and solidify who would get the position, you just didn't know what it would take. Just as you were in the middle of your thought, your assistant alerts you that Zane needed to see you and you allow him to come in.

"Hello Zane. What can I help you with" you say looking up from your work. "I just wanted to talk to about the promotion. We were supposed to hear about it last week Friday but nothing came."

"Oh yea. Sorry Zane. This process have been really hard because you guys are both are great. I should have let you guys know earlier but I should have a decision at the end of the day". You give Zane a smile as you completed your sentence while getting lost in their crystal blue eyes.

"Well thank you for that update, but maybe I could persuade you into making your decision faster." Zane stares longingly into your eyes as he slowly starts to unbutton his shirt almost leaving you in a trance.

"Zane this is very inappropriate. I think you should leave" You stand up and show him the door but not making eye contact with him out of fear that you will fall into his seduction.

"Mr. Y/L/N I seen the way you look at me in the halls I know you want me." Zane was objectively beautiful everything about him was perfect. His smile, his eyes, his hair, his personality and most importantly his body.

"Let's make a deal. I get what I want and you get what you want for however long you want it". Zane slowly walks over to you as he backs you into the corner and drops his shirt revealing his chiseled abs and bulging muscles. You couldn't help but let out a silent "oh my god" in awe of how built he was.

Zane leans in and slowly plants a kiss on your lips and slowly pulls away as he eyes linger on your mouth. You are stunned but can’t help but to enjoy it. “Zane I-“ Zane shushes you instantly before you could finish your sentence. “Just let me please you.”

Zane begins planting soft wet kisses on your neck as he pins you against the wall. You knew it was wrong but you also knew you couldn’t escape him as his strength was too much to bare. And honestly you didn’t want to.

To your surprise Zane picks you up and carries you onto your desk where he throws everything off the table and lay you down on it. Your lower body tips off the edge of the table and Zane rapidly takes off your pants and underwear.

"Oh shit. You're so hard for my already baby.” Zane teases your cock by taking it in his hands and gripping your dick harder. Your tip leeks out of his hand and he slowly jerks you up and down while aligning his member with your entrance.

As Zane slides in you gasp and he expands your insides. He covers your mouth to leans down to whisper to you. “Shhh just let me fuck you”. You try to contain yourself but Zane’s dick is touching your soul.

Your body begins to contort as Zane widens your hole. Squirting sounds that resemble the sound of mac and cheese emerges as Zane goes in and out of you. You cover your mouth to try and contain your high pitched breathy moans.

Zane smiles at you watching you enjoy his flesh. "Does it feel good?" Zane says that knowing that you can barley make out words. After a few minutes of Zane pounding into you relentlessly you hear a knock on the door. It was your assistant, Jalen.

Your assistant was asking for you to review some documents before the meeting. Panic sets in as you realize the state you’re in—half-naked, pinned beneath Zane, your desk a mess.

Zane doesn’t stop. Instead, he grips your hips tighter, thrusting deeper, his breath hot against your ear. “Tell him you’re busy,” he growls, his voice thick with lust.

You swallow hard, trying to steady your voice. “J-Jalen, I—ah!—I’ll review them later. Just—just leave them outside.” Your words come out in broken gasps, barely coherent.

There’s a pause. Then, Jalen’s hesitant voice: “Are you alright, sir? You sound… off.”

Zane chuckles darkly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he fucks you harder, making your legs tremble. “Tell him you’re fine,” he orders, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you, forcing a whimper from your lips.

“I’m—fuck—I’m fine, Jalen! Just—just go!” you manage, your voice cracking as Zane’s pace becomes brutal, his hips slamming into you with no mercy.

The sound of footsteps retreating is the last thing you hear before Zane flips you onto your stomach, bending you over the desk. His hand grips the back of your neck, pressing you down as he re-enters you in one rough stroke.

“Now,” he purrs, his voice dripping with dominance, “let’s finish what we started.”

And as his cock claims you completely, you realize—this promotion was never about qualifications. It was about who could take control.

And Zane just won.

Zane’s thrusts grow erratic, his breath ragged as he nears his climax. His grip on your hips tightens, fingers digging into your skin as he slams into you one final time with a deep, guttural groan.

You feel his cock pulse inside you, hot and thick, before he pulls out abruptly, stroking himself roughly until thick ropes of cum splatter across your chest—marking you, claiming you.

Panting, Zane steps back, admiring his work with a smug smirk. He tucks himself back into his pants, buttoning up his shirt with effortless arrogance.

“There,” he murmurs, voice dripping with satisfaction. “Decision made.”

You’re still sprawled across the desk, breathless, skin flushed, your own release denied—left aching and desperate. But the way he looks at you, like he already owns you, sends a shiver down your spine.

Zane leans down, pressing a final, possessive kiss to your lips before pulling away. “See you at the promotion announcement,” he says, straightening his tie.

And with that, he walks out—leaving you wrecked, sticky, and utterly at his mercy.

The door clicks shut behind him.

You lost.

And you loved every second of it.

[lefteagleblizzard]

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔴𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔱

Mike Schmidt x male reader

A request that I received from a friend on tumblr. ‘The reader has to leave for a week roughly, when he comes back Abby is obviously excited and wanting to play with the reader the rest of the day. But all Mike wants to do is have you under him writhing in ecstasy. Basically it's Mike having blue balls for most of the fic until the end when it's night and he *politely* hugs the reader while they frantically make love’

Tags: Part 10 of this series of Mike Schmidt x male reader but can be read as a standalone with no problems. No use of Y/N. Age-gap (5 years) between you and Mike. Male reader. He/him pronouns used towards the reader. Mike is missing you deeply. A tiny bit of jealousy. Mentions of phone sex. Smut. Top Mike. Bottom reader. Anal sex.

Words count: 3000 words

ℳ𝒶𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

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The moment you stepped through the door, Abby's squeal echoed through the house. You barely had time to set your bag down before she came bounding toward you, her little arms outstretched. She wrapped herself around your waist in an enthusiastic hug, nearly knocking you off balance.

"You're back! You're back!" she cried, hopping on her toes as if to emphasize the sheer force of her excitement.

You laughed, ruffling her hair affectionately. "Missed me that much?"

She pulled back, her face a mixture of indignation and joy. "Of course I missed you! You've been gone forever!" She tugged at your hand insistently, her small fingers gripping tightly. "You have to see what I did while you were gone. I drew a lot! And I made one for you and you have to see it."

"Abby, take it easy, you're going to knock him over," Mike's voice came from the kitchen, casual but unmistakably warm. "He has been gone a week and you've got him chained to you already?"

"I missed you too," you said with a grin before kneeling down to meet Abby’s eye level. "Have you been good while I was gone? Not driving your brother too crazy, I hope?"

Abby giggled, then held out her pinky. "Promise I've been super good. Except maybe when I made Mike drop the spaghetti last night because I tried to do a cartwheel in the kitchen."

You glanced up at Mike, your smile widening. “Sounds like I missed quite a week.”

Mike rolled his eyes, though the faintest smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Sorry about her," his lips twitching into a faint smirk. "She's been talking about you all week. You'd think you were gone for months." His voice sent a pleasant shiver through you, low and steady but edged with amusement.

"She's fine," you said, smiling. "Honestly, it's nice to be missed."

He leaned against the doorframe, the dim lighting catching the tired creases under his eyes. Black hair messy t-shirt that clung to his lean but sturdy frame. His gaze lingered on you and only now did you realize how much you had missed him.

Abby, oblivious to the silent tension, kept tugging at your hand. "Come on! I need to show you something!" Her excitement bubbled over, her small hands pulling you toward her room with surprising strength. "I drew so many things while you were gone and you have to see them all!".

You glanced over at Mike, offering him a half-apologetic smile as his sister guided you by her room. He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, his lips twitching between amusement and thinly veiled frustration.

Mike's brow arched slightly as though to say, ‘Really? After a week away, you're prioritizing her?’ But he didn't speak his protest aloud. Instead, he pushed off the doorway with a grunt, muttering, "Guess I'll just... wait my turn."

The room was a kaleidoscope of colors, with crayon drawings taped to the walls, scattered across the floor and piled on her tiny desk. Abby flopped onto the carpet, pulling out a stack of drawings with the urgency of someone sharing top-secret information. "Okay, okay! Look at this one first. It's Chica but I made her of a different color."

You chuckled, sitting cross-legged beside her as she thrust the drawing into your hands. “A total masterpiece."

Her eyes sparkled at your praise. "You think so? Look at this one!" She shuffled through the pile, pulling out another one that she eagerly handed to you.

"This one is us at the park," she explained, holding up a crayon drawing of the three of you surrounded by flowers and trees. "Those two are you and Mike holding hands! I drew it because you're always together."

You couldn't help but laugh softly, feeling a tinge of embarrassment but also a deep sense of affection. "You're quite the artist, Abby. I look amazing here. You're going to be famous one day."

Her eyes lit up at the compliment, and she beamed with pride. "Really?"

"Absolutely," you assured her, glancing at Mike. "Right, Mike?"

From the bed, where Mike had sprawled out with all the ease of a man trying to keep his patience in check, a low sound of approval erupted. He smirked at the question, his gaze flickering between you and Abby. "Yeah, kid. You've got some real talent. Be careful, though. Keep going like this and his ego's going to get too big." His dark eyes watched you intently, softening ever so slightly every time Abby smiled at you.

Abby's grin widened and she immediately dove into her stack of drawings to find more to show you. Mike's smirk softened into a fond smile as he watched her animatedly interact with you. He loved seeing you and Abby bond, though his gaze kept drifting to you, lingering on the curve of your back as you leaned forward, the way your lips quivered when you laughed and the soft glow in your eyes as you encouraged Abby.

A part of him felt guilty for how often his mind wandered, but he couldn't stop the flood of thoughts. He knew he should focus on the moment, but his body's reaction to having you so close after a week apart was impossible to ignore

He clenched his jaw, trying to focus on the mundane but his gaze kept wandering back to you. Your fingers brushed hers as you helped her shuffle through the pile of pictures, your laughter soft and genuine as you let her talk about her latest dream.

‘God, those hands...’ his eyes lingering on the way your fingertips moved. He didn't mean to stare, but the memory of those same hands clutching his shoulders, clawing at his back, sent a flash of heat straight to his core.

He shifted uncomfortably on the bed, feigning disinterest as his thoughts betrayed him. The view of the way you leaned slightly forward, the curve of your spine visible through your shirt made it ten times worse. He wondered, for the briefest of moments, what it would feel like to have you there on the floor, pinned beneath him, the softness of your moans muffled against his lips.

Abby leaned against your shoulder, holding up another picture. This one was clearly meant to be Mike, his hair a chaotic swirl of black scribbles. "This one's you, Mike! I made his hair messy because it's always like that." she exclaimed, holding up a surprisingly decent rendition of his perpetual frown.

"It's not always messy," he protested half-heartedly. He was leaning against the bed frame, one leg propped up, his head tilted lazily against the wall. You turned toward him with a grin. "She's not wrong, though."

Mike shot you a glare, though there was no real malice behind it. "I see you've both decided to team up on me. Great. Just what I needed after a long week." he muttered.

Abby giggled, unfazed by his grumbling as she kept eagerly pulling out new drawings she made

His eyes softened at the sight of you and Abby together. She was sitting so close to you, practically in your lap, her small hand tugging at your sleeve as she babbled on about her next masterpiece. It was enough to make his heart ache, both from the warmth of seeing you bond with her and the sharp sting of jealousy that you weren't paying attention to him.

He let his head fall back against the wall, staring at the ceiling as he tried to shake the frustration bubbling in his chest. He shouldn't feel like this. Abby was a kid and she deserved every bit of your attention. But damn it, he'd missed you. A week without you had felt like an eternity and now that you were here, he had to sit back and wait?

His fingers twitched at the memory of the previous night at work. Alone in the security office, watching the flickering monitors, the silence stretching endlessly. It had been another slow, uneventful shift, the kind that made every second feel like an hour.

One second he was leaning against the chair, the next he got up and grabbed the nearby phone and dialed the number of the structure you were in.

He'd called you on impulse, not even sure you'd pick up so late.

"Mike?" Your voice had been groggy but laced with concern. "It's, like, two in the morning. Are you okay?"

The sound of your voice had been a balm to his frayed nerves. “Yeah," he'd said, leaning back in the chair, the phone pressed tightly to his ear. "I'm fine. Just... bored. Wanted to hear your voice." His tone had shifted, growing rougher, more deliberate.

There'd been a pause, and then a soft chuckle. "You miss me that much, huh?"

He hadn't denied it. He couldn't. Instead, he'd let the words tumble out, his voice dropping to a husky murmur as he told you how much he'd been thinking about you. And God, the way you'd responded, your voice growing softer, breathier, as the conversation took a turn he hadn't dared hope for.

By the end of it, he'd been a mess, stroking himself as your whispered moans filled his ear. He'd closed his eyes, picturing you on his lap, your hands clutching his shoulders, your body rocking against his as he thrust up into you over and over. He could still hear your voice, the way you'd gasped his name when you came. It had been enough to leave him breathless, slumped in his chair with his hand still wrapped around himself.

The memory of your voice, the way you'd whimpered his name through the phone, sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through him even now.

"Mike, you're not even looking!" Abby's voice snapped him back to the present. She was holding up another drawing, her brow furrowed in mock frustration.

He adjusted his position on the bed, praying Abby wouldn't notice the tension in his body, forcing a smile. "Sorry, kiddo. Let me see."

The hours dragged on, but for Mike, every second felt like an eternity. He loved how natural you were with her, how effortlessly you fit into their little world. But the selfish part of him, the one that had spent countless sleepless nights imagining your body pressed against his, was losing the fragile grip it had on its patience.

Night had finally fallen and Abby, despite her earlier determination to stay awake and keep playing, had succumbed to exhaustion. She lay nestled inside the fort she had spent the better part of the evening constructing, pillows stacked precariously, blankets draped over chairs and furniture, her breathing slow and steady. Mike had taken care to tuck another blanket securely around her, brushing her hair back gently before stepping away.

You stood near the doorway, arms crossed, watching the scene with a fond smile. There was something endlessly endearing about seeing Mike in dad mode, his gruff exterior softening as he ensured Abby was warm and comfortable.

"She's out cold," he murmured as he joined you at the door, his voice low to avoid waking her. His gaze lingered on her for a moment longer before he gently shut the door behind him.

When he turned back to you, there was a shift in his expression. Without a word, he reached out, wrapping his arms around your waist in a firm but measured embrace. His face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his stubble brushing against your skin as his breath came hot and steady.

"Finally," he murmured, his voice husky. "My turn."

You chuckled softly, though your breath hitched at the weight of his tone. "What, you missed me that much?" You tried to keep your voice light, teasing, though your heart raced as he held you.

He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his dark gaze smoldering. "You have no idea." His fingers pressed into your lower back, pulling you closer until your bodies were flush. "No more interruptions. You're mine now."

Mike's hand never left your waist as he guided you down the hall toward the bedroom. His grip was firm but not rushed, his thumb stroking small circles through the fabric of your shirt. Once inside, he kicked the door shut with a soft thud, the sound sending a thrill down your spine.

He turned to you, his eyes tracing over your face before sliding lower, drinking in the sight of you like a man starved. "I've been waiting all day for this," he said quietly, voice low and rough. "All week, really."

He leaned in and captured your lips with his own. The kiss was deep and consuming, tongue brushing yours, coaxing a soft moan from your throat.

He broke the kiss only to press his forehead against yours, his breathing uneven. "God, I missed you," he muttered, his hands sliding under your shirt to touch the bare skin of your back. "Every damn second you were gone, I was thinking about you."

Mike eased you onto the bed, his weight settling between your legs as he kissed you again. His hands worked your shirt over your head, tossing it aside before his lips moved lower, trailing down your neck, your chest, each kiss deliberate and hungry.

His fingers skimmed the waistband of your pants, pausing for a moment to look up at you. "Let me take care of you," he murmured, his voice thick with longing.

He leaned down, his lips pressing against your collarbone, your chest, the soft skin of your stomach. Each kiss was hot and deliberate, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. His stubble grazed your skin, a delicious contrast to the softness of his mouth.

When he reached your waistband, he paused, glancing up at you through his lashes. "Can I?" he asked, his voice rough but laced with tenderness.

You nodded, your breath hitching as his hands worked your pants and boxers down in one smooth motion. The cool air against your heated skin made you shiver, but that sensation was quickly replaced by the warmth of his hands as they smoothed over your thighs.

He took his time, his gaze never leaving you as he pressed open-mouthed kisses to your inner thighs, his stubble brushing against the sensitive skin.

"So perfect," he whispered, his voice barely audible, his breath hot against you. "I've missed this so much."

His hands spread your legs wider as he continued his exploration, his lips and tongue teasing you until you were trembling beneath him.

When he finally pulled back, his pupils blown with desire, he reached into the nightstand for the small bottle of lube you both kept there. The sound of the cap clicking open sent a shiver of anticipation through you.

He poured a generous amount onto his fingers before setting it aside. His eyes met yours as he coated his fingers, the intensity of his gaze making your breath catch in your throat.

Your body was trembling with anticipation as you felt his hand slide between your legs, his fingers gently parting your thighs. The first touch of his slick fingers against you made you gasp, your hips instinctively arching off the bed as he began to prepare you. His movements were slow and careful, his fingers working you open with a patience that made your heart swell with affection.

"You're so tight," he murmured, his voice dropping to a near-growl as he worked you open. "God, I've missed feeling like this."

He took his time, making sure you were comfortable, that you were ready, before he added a second finger, then a third, each one stretching you further, preparing you for what was to come.

You could feel every nerve in your body alight with pleasure, every touch sending sparks of electricity through you.

When he finally pulled his fingers out, you couldn't help the whimper that escaped your lips, your body aching for more.

He reached down to unbutton his own pants, quickly shedding the rest of his clothes until he was just as bare as you were.

He settled between your legs, his body pressing against yours. You could feel the hard length of him pressing against your thigh.

His words sent a flush of heat through you, your hips moving involuntarily as you chased the feeling of his touch. His free hand gripped your thigh, holding you steady as he added another finger, his movements deliberate.

"You're doing so good for me," he said, his voice softening for a moment. "So good."

The first stretch was intense, a mix of pressure and pleasure as Mike slowly pushed inside. He let out a low, guttural sound as he buried himself to the hilt, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "Fuck," he muttered, his head falling forward against your shoulder. "So tight. Feels even better than I remembered."

He paused for a moment, letting you adjust, his breathing ragged as he fought to hold himself still. "Tell me if it's too much," he said, his voice low but tender.

"It's good," you whispered, your hands sliding up to his shoulders. "Go on."

You clenched around him, drawing a sharp groan from his lips. His movements started slow, his hips rocking gently as he let you adjust. But as your hands found their way to his back, your nails digging in slightly, he couldn't hold back any longer.

Mike's pace quickened, each thrust deep and deliberate, his breath hot against your ear. "You feel so good," he rasped, his voice raw. "God, I've missed this. Missed you."

Your moans filled the room, mingling with the sound of his ragged breathing and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin. Every movement, every touch, felt electric, the built-up tension of the past week spilling over in waves of pleasure.

Mike leaned down, his lips brushing against your jaw as he murmured, "You’re taking me so well... so perfect."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, your hands clutching at his shoulders as he drove into you with a newfound urgency. His hands roamed your body, touching, gripping, as if he couldn't get enough.

By the time you both reached your peak, you were a mess of tangled limbs and breathless moans. Mike collapsed beside you, his hips stuttered, grip on you tightening as he buried himself to the hilt. His groan was deep and guttural, his body shuddering against yours as he spilled into you, pulling you close against his chest as you both tried to catch your breath.

His fingers traced lazy patterns on your back, his lips brushing against your temple. "Don't ever leave me for that long again," he said quietly, his voice still rough from exertion as he tightened his arms around you, his breath evening out as he held you close.

Note: If you liked this story please leave a comment, I love reading them <3. Up next i’ll post another Mike Munroe fic ;)

[tiyawnyana]

Could we get Vander x male reader with him using toys on them, please?

Thank you for the submission!!!!

A/N: thanks for your patience! Had fun writing this, definitely a challenge since I haven't written too much m x m fics but a good challenge :))

Characters: Young!Vander x Male Reader

Warnings: smut, slight voyeurism, handjob, use of toy (dildo), praise

MINORS DNI

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Quiet Time

Nighttime in Zaun was never really quiet.

There were parties at bars, people fighting in the streets.

It's a typical night as usual, The Last Drop slowly becoming more popular, the usual Zaunites vacating the building.

Soon enough, the night begins to end. People start to leave, heading home to their families or off to other bars that are open all night.

Vander locks the doors after ensuring the place is empty.

He was sure you were already asleep, carefully opening the door, the slight creek making him scrunch his brows in frustration before he realizes you're awake.

Low, soft moans can be heard in the room, echoing out into the small hallway as he approaches the door to the separate bedroom.

His gaze widens as he peeks through the door, spotting you fisting at your weeping cock and thrusting two fingers into your hole.

He can't help but watch for a moment, almost entranced. You're desperate, your face is scrunching up as you attempt to remain quiet but can't seem to hold in the tumbling moans and whimpers.

The door creeks open as he steps in and you jolt, eyes shooting open.

"Don't stop on my account," he speaks with a smirk, toeing off his boots and unbuckling his belt to toss it on the small dresser.

"Vander-" you try to speak but embarrassment holds your tongue hostage.

"Hey, easy there," he slides into the bed, scooting closer until he hovers above you,"Not mad, just wish I could've helped ya, is all," then leans down to kiss you earnestly.

He's pulling back, eyeing you over with a coy smile.

"Sorry- I.. you've been so busy with the bar and-"

"I know, handsome," he strokes over your chest,"I'm sorry we haven't had much us time."

You frown slightly before jolting with a punched out moan when he wraps his other hand around your cock, giving it a few rough jerks before his gaze catches on the phallic object beside you.

He doesn't say anything, only bringing his gaze up to yours with an uplifted brow.

Your cheeks warm, embarrassment obvious on your face as you mumble sheepishly,"Bought it down at Babettes.."

"Oh, did you now?" He smirks down at you, lifting it before huffing out a laugh,"This isn't close to my size."

You huff with an annoyed scowl,"I know- shut up!"

He laughs at that, squeezing your hip fondly before situating himself between your legs as he moves them apart.

"Missed me, did ya?" He teases.

"Are you gonna fuck me-" you snark,"Or do i have to do it myself?"

Her quirks a brow again, coy smirk on his lips,"I'm almost tempted to make you."

But he shrugs, instead finding the lube placed beside you on the bed.

Vander carefully lubes up the phallic object before scooting closer on the bed as he gazes down at your twitching cock.

"Eager, aye?" He muses fondly.

You narrow your gaze, face warm,"Just- c'mon, Vander-"

"I don't think you're in the position to be making demands," he chastises, a disapproving look on his face.

You almost want to be snarky, give attitude and fight back- but it's been too long since you've felt his hands on you.

"'M sorry, Vander," you murmur,"Just needy-"

"I know, handsome," he huffs a laugh then carefully prods the tip of the toy to your entrance,"Just be good for me, will ya?"

You're nodding profusely, body automatically tensing as the tip presses in, the pressure slightly overwhelming but his warm hand on your thigh is a comfort.

"Easy, easy there," he coos, talking you through it until his hand grazes your behind, the toy bottoming out.

You shudder, shiver and pant softly. His hand moves from your thigh, trailing up your stomach to pet over your pecks softly.

"You're doin' good," he praises, smirking slightly at the shiver that visually rolls down your spine at his words.

He lets you adjust for a few painstaking moments, taking delight in the way your stomach and ribs lifts with your erratic breathing, the way your cock twitches, a drop of cum dribbling onto your pelvis.

Vander then pulls out carefully, tugging the toy back before pressing in just as careful.

"Unnn-" you tilt your head back, panting harder as the toy brushes that spot inside, sending electric shocks of pleasure up your spine.

His hand slowly trails back down to your stomach, thumb stroking the quivering skin with a coy smile before drifting further until it wraps around the base of your cock.

You choke on a moan, back arching slightly as he thrusts the toy in and out, picking up slight speed and his hand tightens before gently stroking up, thumbing at the tip.

"Good boy," he murmurs, speeding up his grip around you along with the base of the toy.

He just watches you- the blush in your cheeks, the redness of your lips as you bite at them, the clenching of your fists in the sheets as your hips jerk with his movements.

He speeds up his hands.

"Van-Vander-!" You moan as his large hand tightens around your cock, jerking it harder.

"Please-"

"Please, what?" He says smoothly, a teasing glint in his eyes.

You manage to narrow your eyes at him before your head tilts back with a low moan.

"Please- please, let me cum-"

"Atta boy," he praises. Another shiver rolls down your spine at that.

He keeps the pace, thrusting the toy harder and quirking it up, fist jerking around your cock and thumbing at the weeping tip.

Your back arches, moans ripping from your throat.

"C'mon," he speaks smoothly,"You can cum, now."

Your hips roll into his fist then back onto the toy as you cum, white blinding your vision as you spill across your stomach.

You heave for breath as you feel him pull the toy from your body and his fist leave your length for a brief moment.

Vander gets up from the bed, unbuttoning his pants and boxer briefs before tugging off his shirt.

You're slumped against the sheets, a flush to your cheeks as you flutter your eyes open with a surprise when he's lifting your hips to lay a pillow beneath them before you feel his length press up against your backside.

You give him a bewildered look, watching as he lubes himself up.

"You didn't think we were done, did you?"

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A/N: thanks again for the submission! This one feels a little short but nonetheless still fun to write :)

Steadily working on some now and the rest of this week :)) send some more, I've got no plans for Christmas

[btsxmalereaders]

I'll be There

>pairing —seo changbin x trans!male reader >genre — fluff, a bit angsty >summary —  When you're overwhelmed by the return of your period and feelings of dysphoria, Changbin steps in with quiet care and love, proving that even in the hardest moments you're never alone. >word count — 3,7k >a/n: idk how this happened i was planning on writing something short and fluffy but yeah, anyway... I hope you like it! This is my first time posting in a long while but luckily i'm on my winter break, so i'll catch up with reqs! thank you so much for your patience and support xoxo >warnings: dysphoria, menstrual themes.

“Alright, sounds good. How about next week? If I remember correctly, we have to record the dance practice for the title track.” Chan says and immediately looks at everyone’s reactions. 

You all are practicing for the upcoming comeback, recording videos for promotion, practicing nonstop the different choreographies, attending meetings, recording some songs, practicing again, recording many more things for different platforms and doing many other interviews. It is exhausting, sometimes, but you all think it is worth it when seeing the results of your hard work. 

“Yeah, next week seems fine.” Hyunjin agrees out loud meanwhile the rest of you just nod and stand up as today’s practice has finished. “I guess we could go live after recording the practice, and tease a bit about the comeback.”

Chan gives a few last indications and stays a bit talking to the staff while you start collecting your stuff and getting ready to go back to the dorm. It’s late, and you still need to get up early for tomorrow’s activities. As you walk back to the lockers you let out a deep sigh; your head has been hurting a lot and you could only owe it to the sleepless nights and continuous work. Changbin's eyes flicker to you as you try to gather your stuff, clearly in discomfort but not saying anything. He knows you better than anyone, especially after the months you've been together, but there’s still a certain sense of care and sensitivity he approaches your health with.

“Hey,” He murmurs softly as he grabs your bag before you could even touch it. “Are you okay?” Changbin asks, snapping you out of your thoughts. 

You nod and give him a weak smile. “Yeah, just a little worn out. I’ll be fine.”

He doesn’t buy it, not for a second. He knows you enough to tell you were feeling bad; he has noticed how in this whole time in the practice room you didn’t say a word, only when you were asked to. The groans you let out as a sign of tiredness and discomfort wasn’t something he overlooked. “You sure? You’re still not looking like yourself. Do you want me to get you something?”

Before you can respond, he walks ahead of you, his phone already out. You’re not sure who he’s messaging, but by the time you walk out of the room, he’s holding some painkillers and a water bottle in his hands. “Here, love. Take this and let’s get you something to eat, alright? I’m making dinner tonight.”

You look up at Changbin, a bit surprised but mostly grateful. He’s always been the thoughtful one, noticing the smallest details when you’re not feeling your best. The thought of dinner sounds comforting, but you’re not sure if you have the energy to eat.

“I don’t know, I’m really not feeling great,” you mutter, rubbing your temples as the headache intensifies.

He shakes his head with that soft, concerned smile of his. "That’s exactly why you need to eat. And no arguing with me. You know I can’t let you starve, especially when you're like this."

You let out a tired laugh. "You’re really spoiling me, aren’t you?"

He winks, his grin widening. "Someone has to take care of you, especially when you're too stubborn to do it yourself."

You smile at him, feeling a little lighter, and let him lead you out of the building into the car waiting for you, his arm gently guiding you along. As all of you make your way back to the dorm, Jeongin, Minho and Felix are engaging in an interesting debate about which one is the best Pokémon, Hyunjin seems to be focused on something on his phone and Seungmin, Han and Chan are discussing details of their agenda. But Changbin keeps glancing over at you, his eyes filled with concern, making sure you're comfortable. You find it endearing, the way he always looks after you, even in the smallest of ways.

When you finally get back to the dorm, the first thing Changbin does is usher you to the couch, throwing a blanket over your shoulders before even thinking about starting dinner. You sink into the cushions, letting the comfort of the blanket wrap around you as you watch him bustle around the kitchen. He’s surprisingly good at cooking, something you learned early on in your relationship, and you can't help but admire the way he moves so effortlessly, his focus entirely on making sure you're okay.

"Sit back, relax. I’ve got it from here," he says, glancing over his shoulder with a teasing grin. "I’m the chef tonight."

Everyone seemed to catch up on you feeling a bit down so they do their best on not making too much noise and check up on you constantly. Felix has put on your favorite movie and Jeongin prepared you a warm bath; which you truly appreciated. 

You were nearly sleeping on the couch as the warm water made you feel more tired, but Changbin finished cooking quickly with the help of Minho as well. You all gather at the table and try not to discuss work themes; everyone seemed to be tired of it as well, so a new rule you all agreed on was not to bring those matters to the dorm; just try to relax and catch a break from all the stress it implied.

“I’ll wash the dishes tonight, everyone just go to sleep.” Chan murmurs and everyone thanks him with a smile. You smile and stand up, rushing to your bedroom and hurrying to prepare for sleep.

Changbin walks in a few minutes later, still with a look of concern on his face. You exit the bathroom and yawn. 

“How are you feeling now?” He asks as he starts to get ready too. You just get in bed and sigh.

You close your eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. Your head still hurts, but it’s not as intense as before, and the comfort of your bed helps ease the tension in your muscles.

"I’m okay now, I think," you reply, your voice softer than usual. “The bath really helped... and dinner was perfect, as always, so thank you. I feel... I don’t know, just a little less heavy.”

Changbin walks over to the bed, his expression softening even more as he sits next to you. He brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his touch gentle and caring.

You chuckle softly, closing your eyes for a moment. As much as you love seeing him take care of you, you can’t help but feel a little guilty. He deserves the same care and attention, but you’ve been too caught up in your own exhaustion to give him the same.

"I’m sorry for being such a mess lately," you murmur, barely audible.

Changbin stops mid-motion, "You’re not a mess. You're allowed to be tired, and you're allowed to ask for help when you need it. I’m here for all of it, alright? Just… don’t shut me out."

You look up at him, his eyes so full of understanding, and you feel your chest tighten with appreciation. He doesn’t want anything in return; he just wants to be there for you, in whatever way you need.

“I love you so much,” you whisper, your voice a little shaky.

He smiles softly, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “I love you more, and I’ll always be here. You don’t have to thank me. Just… focus on getting better, okay?"

You nod, feeling a sense of peace wash over you. Maybe you were running on empty, but with Changbin by your side, you knew you could face anything. Even the toughest days would feel a little easier with him there to support you.

Truth is, Changbin has been a gift sent from heaven. It was so easy for you two to connect, to develop something greater than a friendship; it was so natural, so meant to happen. You loved every single one of your friends, you even considered them your family; but with Changbin you just knew you were meant to be together as something more. He often liked to say you were like an extension of himself, of his soul. 

At the beginning you were just a mess of nerves and fear. You were confident in your identity and being, it was the people’s reaction what made you feel worried. The thought of being misunderstood, judged, or treated differently because of who you were felt like a heavy weight on your chest. But over time, you learned to trust yourself more, to lean into your confidence, even when doubt crept in. 

What made it all bearable, though, was finding the right people to stick by your side, people who saw you for who you truly were. Changbin was one of them. He never once faltered in his support. From the very beginning, when you had confided in him about your fears and insecurities, he was unwavering in his care and understanding. He made sure you always knew that your identity, your truth, was something beautiful in his eyes. He never made you feel like a burden, never pushed you to change, just accepted you fully, as you were.

You’d been together for a while now, but it wasn’t something you could just throw out to the fans. Being a part of Stray Kids has always been an exciting, rewarding journey, but it also came with its own challenges, especially in the industry you’re in, where image and expectations are everything. Things are fine as they are now; calm, private, and under control.

“I’m really lucky, aren’t I?” you murmur softly, nestling deeper into Changbin’s embrace.

He tightens his hold on you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “No,” he replies, his voice filled with warmth. “I’m the lucky one.”

You smile, feeling the warmth of his words settle in your chest. It’s a quiet moment, but in it, you feel like everything is right.

"Yeah," you whisper, your eyes fluttering closed, "we're both lucky."

He hums softly in agreement, his thumb gently brushing against your arm as the two of you drift into a peaceful sleep.

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The next week rolls around, and practice is as intense as ever. The comeback is just around the corner, and everyone is pushing hard to perfect every move and note. You’ve been working non-stop, barely catching a break, and the exhaustion is starting to take its toll. The symptoms had been there all week, the fatigue, headaches, cramps, but you convinced yourself it was just the stress of all the rehearsals, meetings, and promotions. After all, you’ve been on testosterone for months, and your periods had been absent, so you didn’t expect to deal with them again. But as the day goes on, the cramps intensify, and that’s when it hits you: Oh no. You’re getting your period.

You try to push through, focusing on the choreography and not letting yourself get distracted, but the pain becomes unbearable. You’re still moving, but it’s sluggish, like your body isn’t responding the way it should. Your stomach twists with each step, the cramps growing sharper, and you can feel your face flush. This isn’t just from stress, you think. It’s the real deal.

You’re about to say something when Changbin notices first. He’s always been quick to read your expressions, and today is no different. He pauses mid-step, his eyes catching yours, and something in his expression shifts. There’s a sudden concern there that makes you freeze. He knows.

"Hey," he murmurs, stepping closer, his hand resting gently on your shoulder. "Are you okay? You don’t look so good."

You try to force a smile, but it feels weak. “I’m fine. Just tired, but I’ll catch up, honestly. I’ll be alright.”

Changbin sighs. His eyes flicker over you again, noticing the way you’re holding your stomach and the tightness in your posture. “You’re sweating, and you’re holding your stomach. It’s more than just being tired, isn’t it?”

You let out a shaky breath, trying to ignore the building anxiety in your chest. “I think I’m about to start my period…” you say in a quiet voice, almost embarrassed to admit it. You don’t want to make a scene, especially not in front of the team, but it’s hard to ignore the truth. You had thought the testosterone would stop your periods for good, and now, to have them come back so unexpectedly, it’s a shock. A panic starts to rise in your chest. 

Changbin’s face softens, and he immediately takes a step closer, his expression filled with concern. “Hey, it’s okay. Don’t stress about it. We’ll figure it out.”

But you can’t help the worry that settles in your gut. You hadn’t expected this, and now it feels like everything’s coming undone. What if something’s wrong? What if I’m not supposed to have this anymore?

Before you can spiral into those thoughts, Changbin is already taking charge. He walks over to Chan and the staff, speaking to them in quiet tones. You can hear a few words exchanged, but the conversation feels distant as the pain continues to rise. You want to push through, to keep going, but the cramps are unbearable. You can barely stand up straight, and your body feels like it’s shutting down.

When Changbin comes back, he kneels down in front of you, his hand resting gently on your knee. “They’re good with everything. You don’t need to worry about the live or rehearsal for now. We’ll handle it.”

You open your mouth to protest, but the words get stuck in your throat. The thought of letting everyone down, especially when they’ve been counting on you, makes your chest tighten. You swallow hard, the weight of it all starting to sink in. “I feel like I’m failing, though. Everyone’s expecting me to be there, and I can’t even keep it together.”

Changbin takes your hand in his, squeezing it gently. “You’re not failing. Taking care of yourself doesn’t make you weak. You’ve been working so hard, and you’ve got us. We’ve got your back, okay?”

His words ease the tightness in your chest, but the anxiety is still there, lingering in the back of your mind. You don’t want to feel like a burden, especially not to Changbin. But his reassuring smile and calm presence give you the comfort you need to let go of some of that fear.

He stands up, brushing a hand through your hair before looking down at you with a soft expression. “I’ll make sure everything’s taken care of. Let’s get you home, alright?”

As Changbin helps you out of the practice room and toward the car waiting to take you home, the guilt starts creeping in again. You’re quiet for most of the ride, staring out of the window, your mind racing. Why now? Why did this have to happen now of all times? What if the guys are mad at me? What if this keeps happening? What if something’s wrong with my body?

Changbin doesn’t press you to talk, though. He keeps his hand resting on yours, his thumb tracing calming circles over your knuckles. Every now and then, he glances over, but he knows you need the space to work through your thoughts, even if they’re running wild.

When you finally get back to the dorm, the silence feels heavier. As soon as the door closes behind you, it’s like the emotions you’ve been holding back all day come flooding in. You drop your bag to the floor, your shoulders shaking as tears start to spill. You’re angry at your body for betraying you, frustrated with yourself for not noticing the symptoms sooner, and overwhelmed by the thought of not being there for the team.

Changbin is by your side in an instant, gently pulling you into his arms. “Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he murmurs, his voice soft and grounding. “You’re okay. Just let it out.”

“I’m sorry,” you choke out, clinging to him. “I didn’t mean to-- this wasn’t supposed to happen, Binnie. I thought I was done with this. What if it doesn’t stop? What if something’s wrong with me? And now I’m missing practice and the live, and everyone’s going to think I’m slacking or--”

“Stop,” he cuts in gently but firmly, pulling back just enough to cup your face in his hands. His eyes meet yours, steady and full of reassurance. “None of that is true. You’re not slacking, and you’re not failing. Your body’s doing something unexpected, yeah, but it doesn’t mean anything’s wrong with you. It’s just a part of the process, okay? You’re doing your best, and that’s all anyone can ask for.”

His words break through the storm in your head just enough to make you pause, but the tears keep coming. You bury your face in his chest, letting yourself cry as he holds you tightly.

Meanwhile, back at the studio, the rest of the group has gone live. They’re chatting with fans, teasing the comeback, and answering questions, but your absence hasn’t gone unnoticed.

Where’s ______?, one fan asks in the chat, echoed by several others, as well asking for Changbin.

Chan steps in smoothly, his tone light but comforting. “Ah, ____ wasn’t feeling well today, so he’s resting. Don’t worry, he’ll be back soon! We’re taking good care of him. Changbinnie is making sure he is doing fine.”

The chat floods with messages of support and concern, and the members take turns reassuring the fans, making sure the focus stays positive. Changbin had already briefed them before he left, and you know they’ve got your back. But that doesn’t stop the guilt from gnawing at you as you picture them carrying on without you.

“See?” Changbin whispers as he rubs soothing circles on your back, as if he can sense your spiraling thoughts. “They’re all handling it just fine. No one’s upset, and the fans are being super supportive. You’re not letting anyone down, love. You’re just human.”

You sniffle, wiping at your face as you pull back slightly to look at him. “I just hate feeling like I’m not doing enough. And this stupid period is making me feel worse.”

“You’re doing more than enough,” he insists, brushing a tear off your cheek with his thumb. “You push yourself so hard every day, and it’s okay to take a step back when you need to. That doesn’t make you any less important to the team, or to me.”

You sigh and feel more tears streaming down your face. A silence fills the room for a moment as you collect your thoughts. Changbin clears the traces. “What else are you thinking of?”

“I feel… so out of place,” you whisper, voice cracking. “It’s like my own body is against me. I thought I was past this. I’ve been on T for years, and I’ve been doing everything right, but it still comes back, Binnie. I feel like I’m back at square one, like I’m not even–”

“Hey,” he interrupts softly but firmly, wrapping his arms around you tighter. “Don’t say that. You’re exactly who you’re meant to be. None of this changes that, not even for a second.”

“But it feels like it does,” you cry, voice trembling. “It feels like no matter what I do, I’m stuck in a body that doesn’t feel like mine. And now this, on top of everything else– I just feel so overwhelmed, like I can’t catch a break.”

Changbin takes a deep breath, holding you close as he thinks carefully about what to say. “I can’t pretend to fully understand how this feels for you,” he starts quietly. “But I do know that it doesn’t make you any less of the amazing, strong person that you are. You’ve been through so much, and you’ve come so far. One bad day, or even a bad week, doesn’t undo all of that.”

His words don’t fix everything, but they cut through the noise in your head just enough to ground you. You grip his arm tightly, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing, and it helps pull you back to the present.

“It just feels so unfair,” you murmur after a moment. “I’m so tired of this fight.”

“I know, love,” he whispers, resting his chin on top of your head. “I hate that you have to go through this, but you don’t have to do it alone. I’m here for you, always. Whatever you need; space, comfort, distraction, I’ll do it. You just have to tell me.”

You let out a shaky breath, your body slowly relaxing into his. “I don’t even know what I need right now,” you admit.

“That’s okay,” he says gently, his hand moving to rub soothing circles on your back. “We’ll figure it out together. For now, just focus on breathing, okay? One thing at a time.”

He shifts slightly, grabbing the blanket he’d brought over earlier and wrapping it snugly around both of you. “You’re not alone in this. And this doesn’t change how I see you or how much I care about you. You’re still you, always.”

The sincerity in his voice breaks through some of the tension in your chest. You rest your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes as you focus on the sound of his heartbeat. Slowly, the overwhelming tide of emotions starts to ebb, replaced by a small flicker of comfort. Changbin doesn’t rush you or try to push you to move on from how you’re feeling. He just stays there, holding you, letting you take the time you need.

His words hit you right in the chest, and for the first time all day, you feel a little less alone.You let out a shaky breath, leaning into him again as you whisper, “Thank you, Binnie.”

He presses a kiss to the top of your head, his arms still wrapped securely around you. “Always,” he replies softly. “Now, how about we get you into some comfy clothes and set up a little movie night? Just you and me.”

The thought of curling up on the couch with him, away from all the stress and expectations, sounds like exactly what you need. You nod, finally letting yourself relax a little, knowing that for now, it’s okay to let someone else take care of you.

[boypied]

[carnalcrows]

BAD TIMING - GYEONGSU

pairing: han gyeong-su x top male reader

synopsis: The real infection here is horniness

content warnings: 18+, semi-public sex, anal, zombies, breeding, creampie, nayeon being a bitch, slight overstimulations, spit as lube.

word count: 1.1k

Nayeon was running her mouth again, voice shrill enough to probably attract zombies instead of keeping them away.

"He’s bitten! I saw it! We have to throw him out before he turns!" she screeched, pointing an accusatory finger at Gyeongsu, who was looking one second away from committing a crime.

"For the last time, I am not bitten, you absolute lunatic!" Gyeongsu snapped. "It was a scratch. A SCRATCH.”

You, ever the voice of reason (and also, let’s be honest, just wanting an excuse to be alone with him), stepped forward. "Okay, okay, let’s settle this like civilized people," you said, patting Gyeongsu on the shoulder. "I’ll go with him to the recording room and keep watch. If he turns, I’ll scream."

"And we definitely trust your judgment." Nayeon scoffed.

"Like yours is any better," Cheongsan muttered under his breath.

But before anyone could object, you were already dragging Gyeongsu toward the soundproof recording room, slamming the door shut behind you.

“Man, she is so annoying,” you huffed, leaning against the wall.

Gyeongsu rolled his eyes, flopping onto one of the chairs. "Tell me about it. I’d rather get eaten by a zombie than listen to her for another second."

You made a thoughtful noise. "Well, since you’re not gonna turn, we have some time to kill."

Gyeongsu glanced at you, brow raised. "Yeah? And what do you suggest we do?"

A slow smirk crept onto your face. "Oh, I have some ideas."

The next five minutes were a blur of teeth, hands, and terrible decision-making.

It started with you yanking him forward by the collar, kissing him like the world was literally ending (which, to be fair, it was). It was all heat and desperation, his hands gripping the edge of the table as you practically devoured him.

"Didn’t think you’d—mmf—make a move now," Gyeongsu mumbled against your lips, breath hitching as you bit down on his lower lip.

"What, you wanted me to wait until after we’re zombie chow?" You pulled back just slightly, running your thumb over the wetness on his lips. "Nah. If I’m gonna die, I’m going out having fun."

He huffed a laugh, gripping your shirt and yanking you right back in. "Good. Now shut up."

It got sloppy real fast. Hands pulling, teeth clashing, breath hot and uneven. Gyeongsu let out a muffled noise when you practically shoved him against the table, his head tilting back slightly, giving you way too much access to his neck.

And God, the way he was looking at you—eyes half-lidded, lips swollen, breath uneven—yeah, you were definitely gonna die in this apocalypse

Your hands trailed to his pants, yanking them down. He yelped in surprise, to which you covered his mouth with your free hand.

“We’ve got to be quiet, you don’t the others to hear, hm?”

He shook his head, and you proceeded to pull his boxers down too, his dick springing out. 

“He’s more excited than I am, isn’t he?” You gestured to his erection, smirking. Gyeong-su turned away, flushed.

“Get on with it, will you? We haven’t got all day.”

You simply grinned and flipped him around, so that his back was facing you. You grabbed the firm flesh of his ass, fondling with it, wondering what to do. It struck you then that you didn’t have lube available.

His spit would have to do. 

You yanked on his hair (not too harshly), to crane his neck around to face you. Wordlessly, you poked two fingers at his mouth, pushing past his plump lips to the wet cavern of his tongue.

He swirled your digits around his tongue for a solid minute, before you pulled out and brought your fingers to his ass.

As you pushed one finger in, Gyeong-su had to cover his mouth– his eyes widened at the penetration. You really did want him to be loud, but neither of you could risk getting caught. Not now, and definitely not like this.

You held him steady at the table with your other hand, as you pushed a nother finger in, followed by one more. Three fingers were steadily pumping in and out of him, and god, he was seeing stars.

Deeming him prepped enough, you removed your fingers and pushed your own pants down, cock springing out.

You slowly pushed the tip in, hips already stuttering at the warmth of his hole. You leaned over him and held his hand, cooing in his ear as you eased your way into his heat.

When you bottomed out, you straightened your back and took your hands to his waist, holding him in a strong grip.

“I’m gonna move now, ‘kay?” He just whimpered, which you took as a green flag, and slowly started to rock in and out of him.

He was so tight, it was almost like his hole never wanted your cock to leave. If anything, that only turned you on even more.

Soon, your pace increased, the grip on Gyeong-su’s waist only getting more firm. The poor guy was shaking, hands trying to steady himself on the table but absolutely failing. At one particular thrust, he let a loud moan, quickly muffling it with his mouth.

So that was the spot.

You rammed into his hole– practically abusing his prostrate with every thrust. His eyes clenched together, his brain was feeling so, so empty.

Soon, you felt yourself on the verge of a release, your thrusts started to stutter. 

“Do you want it in or out?” You questioned, leaning down on him so that he could hear you better.

“In– please, oh fuck–f”

That was all you needed to hear,

With a low groan, you spilled into him, hiding your face in the crook of his neck– painting his insides a pearly white. He came soon after, dick spurting cum onto the desk, staining it.

Before you could pull out—there was a sudden bang from the other side of the glass.

Both of you froze.

Slowly, you turned your heads toward the window.

On the other side, standing in absolute, soul-crushing horror, were Cheongsan and Joon-young.

Cheongsan’s mouth hung open like he was trying to say something, but nothing was coming out. Joon-young? He looked like he was re-evaluating every life decision he had ever made.

You and Gyeongsu stared at them.

They stared back.

No one moved.

No one breathed.

Then—

"I told you!" Nayeon’s voice rang out, triumphant. "They’re hiding something!"

Cheongsan slammed the door shut before she could step inside.

"N-Nope! Nothing to see here! We’re leaving!"

You barely had time to process what had just happened before Gyeongsu lost it, his forehead dropping against your shoulder as he shook with laughter.

"Well," you sighed, ruffling a hand through your hair, "I guess we’re never living this down."

Gyeongsu looked up at you, grinning. "Worth it."

And, yeah. You had to agree.

© carnalcrows on tumblr. Please do not steal my works as I spend time and I take genuine effort to do them.

[vhyunjinverse]

Diner Boy

m!reader x dean winchester (18+)

summary: he’s a regular, comes often but there’s never really a pattern. he sits with his brother, Sam, you learned. sometimes they’re smiling and having a good time, other times they look like they’ve just fought, but no matter what- they always sit together, and today you’ve caught his eye- Dean.

warnings: car sex, hair pulling, overstimulation

“He’s staring at you…” Your work friend, Charlie, had said. You were standing at the counter sorting the tickets. It wasn’t a busy day, but it wasn’t slow either. It kept you both working, with plenty time to talk. You gave her a small look before scoffing, “You say this almost everyday Char.”

“Well yes, but, Sam and Dean don’t come here everyday.” You catch her eye as she motioned over to the table she just came from not too long ago. “You are very pretty..you get mistaken for a girl often-“

“I don’t want to talk about that. And besides,” you pick up a tray of food, fit for another table, “I’m sure they’re staring at you, you just like girls and don’t take interest.” You give her a wink while she starts to giggle.

It was true, though. He was staring at you. Your beautiful frame, your curly hair fanning around your face, your perfect lips that pulled into a smile whenever you interacted with the tables to catered to for the night. Dean was watching, and you felt his gaze.

You could hardly work. His eyes made your legs week, and your pants tight. You felt hot but there was no sweat. Your hands shook while taking orders. You knew what you wanted, what your body screamed at you to take before the chance of a lifetime slipped away.

Your shift ended roughly at 10. You’re tired, body aching. You take off your apron before saying your goodbye’s to your coworkers. Charlie had left an hour before. It was raining outside, it made you groan. As much as you loved the rain, you walked to work, and walking in the rain meant an umbrella you didn’t have. “Need a lift?” you hear a voice behind you, a familiar one at that, his voice. Dean. You hear yourself chuckle, turning around to look at his tall frame. “No.”

“No? It’s raining like hell out here and you have no umbrella, and you say “no”?” He’s leaning against the glass frame of the wall. He bore a small grin, but those eyes..those eyes said so much more. You felt it. They trailed your body down to your hips, and rested before making their way back up to your eyes.

“Yeah.” you cleared your throat. “And if you’re done..” you look away, staring at the rain pour harder. The droplets beginning to splash against your legs and his boots. Dean moves closer, the soft clack of his shoes perfectly in sync with the rain. Where was Sam, you had wondered. “Do you..need a ride?” He asked again, lowly, fit only for you.

“…yes.”

the walk back to Dean’s beautiful car felt like forever. He shielded you from the rain, his brown leather jacket over your frame. His arm wrapped around your shoulder securely like you were the most precious thing in the world at that moment, protected..

“ha….ha fuck.” Your hand was lost into his short locs of hair, gripping on what you could. You breathed heavily into the small space of Baby’s backseat, suffocated. Dean held your waist, cock disappearing into your hole for what seemed like the hundredth time this night. His teeth sank into his bottom lip, sweaty forehead rested against your shoulder. “Dean..” you moan.

He shuddered, bottoming out inside of you. Your cock leaked against his stomach. You were so closed it rubbed just up against it in the right of ways. Your breathes came to a shuddering halt. Your heart seemed to drop into your stomach, and a clean wash fell over you. Your hands found their way to Deans shoulder, squeezing as you rode out another orgasm, your seed shooting lazily across you and Dean’s stomach. “You feel so good baby..” He groans. His hands tightened the grip onto your waist. While your body relaxed against his own, he sped up. Your body moved quickly against Dean’s thick cock. “So fuckin’ good.”

Your body rolled against his. Your legs felt tight, you tried your best but your body shook to its core. “Dean-“ You gasp, nails digging into his shoulder. He hit that spot inside of you so well…You couldn’t help the helpless whimper falling from your lips. “Almost there.” Dean grunts, failing to notice Sam’s name flash across his buzzing phone.

[woongiesea]

💙 ── 𝑰 𝑪ould 𝑬at 𝑻hat 𝑩oy 𝑭or 𝑳unch

shy!bttm!male reader x dom!top!jiwoong

in which Jiwoong's shy little boyfriend satsfies his appetite during his diet

content warning: gay sex, oral sex, anal sex, Jiwoong eating the reader out, Jiwoong calls the reader "Princess", lowkey rough smut, unprotected sex (dont irl !), muscle kink, slight degradation kink, slight slut shaming, cum drinking, this is just super freaky lmao. loosely inspired by lunch by billie eilish. mostly just smut with no real plot lmfao. (lmk if i missed anything !)

author's note: hi everyone !! this is my first fic so I'm like super nervous hshshsh i hope you guys enjoy <333

also, woongie in thank tops <333

Being sent on a diet to loose weight meant things for Jiwoong. Firstly, it meant that he always walked around with this stomach grumbling the slightest. And secondly, he was needy. So damn needy. So of course he couldn't help himself when you approached him late at night, shy and desperate to cum, could be? All he could think about was all the different ways he could eat up that perfect hole of yours, and drink your cum to satisfy his needs.

Jiwoong laid you down on the bed, your legs hanging off the edge, feet barely touching the floor. He gripped your knees with such strength you almost let out a small whimper from your lips, stretching your legs as far apart as they could, just for him. You could hear fabric rustling, as Jiwoong got down on his knees, face-to-face with your fully clotched crotch. He rubbed your thigh, his fingers squeezing around the flesh, glaring at your like a hungry predator. You whimpered, feeling Jiwoong's touch on your skin. You wanted him bad. so damn bad. And he needed you too. He giggled at the slight shivers you gave as his hand toyed with the straps of your underwear. He took them off, little by little, with so much care you didnt even notice until your member stood up, freed from its fabric prison, hitting the cold air. You gasped, and Jiwoong laughed at how sensetive you were. "You're so fucking responsive, we haven't even started yet, baby..." He slipped his hands under your thighs, lifting you waist up till you felt your dick make contact with his nose, high up. He kissed your balls, and you could feel his smile curving as he made contact with your skin.

His hands travelled from your thighs to your ass, placing your thighs on each side of his shoulder. He gave your ass a firm squeeze, his fingers slowly spreading your cheeks apart, causing you to erupt in a plea of moans. He was teasing you, unbearably, and all you could do was whine. Jiwoong had you under his complete control. He enjoyed this position, seeing you so weak and begging you to fuck him already. He laughed, throwing his head back.

"You're so fucking desperate, I love it. You're like a little bratty, princess, y'know?"

You blushed at the nickname, Jiwoong's words turning you on even more.

"Good. Now sit tight, Princess. The feast has barely even started."

You complied, feeling more and more turned on every second as his strong hands hoisted your ass up all the way to his mouth, watching his muscles bulge and ripple with his movements.

When his lips finally came in contact with your hole, it was pure bliss. Gently, me had out with your hole, pushing his tounge in deeper and deeper by each second. You moaned breathily, feeling the pleasure flowing through every cell of your body. Jiwoong was doing such a good job, it made you lose your breath. He never gave you a second to breath, making sure you were whimpering and moaning his name every second, curling up your toes, fists in the sheets, holding on for dear life.

"You...slut" Jiwoong gruffed through licks and wet kisses. "You like this? Being eaten out like the little whore you are?" He smirked. He knew what effect he had on you. Your dick twitched, tip coated with precum. Jiwoong grinned at the sight. His tounge swirled in your hole, faster and rougher, reaching the deepest parts of you, eliciting sinful sounds from your mouth.

"Earger to cum, hm?" He grinned darkly. You were on the edge of your release when all of a sudden he stopped. You whined in displeasure, about to say something desperate when you felt Jiwoong's lips envelop the tip of your dick.

He held you by the underside of your thighs, slowly setting you back down on the bed. He climbed over your fgure hungrily, devouvering every drop of precum that spilled out of your little pink tip. His hands clamped the sides of your waist, refusing to let you move. Your hands reached down, tangled in his bleached blonde hair. This moment was intoxicating. The way Jiwoong's tounge swirled around your dick and how perfectly it made you choke on your own moans and pleas to calm down, it was like electricity flowing between your bodies.

You didn't even get to announce your arrival when suddenly you were shooting white ropes into Jiwoong's mouth, who swallowed up everything that you gave him, hungrily gulping down the sticky white substance with desperation. He licked his lips, poking around for any small drops. He licked your dick clean, placing hungry, chaste kisses on top. "Fuck, Princess..." he groaned, gulping down the last of your load. "You taste so good. I want more..."

He crawled over to you, planting kisses all over your face- forehead, nose, cheeks, jawline, and finally, your lips. He devouvers your mouth each time, with skill and precision that scares you. He makes you gasp at the perfect times, giving him just enough time to slide in his tounge and explore your mouth. He was so good, he knew you so well, you could only melt under his touch.

His hands slid under the fabric of your thin shirt, rubbing his fingers against your sides in exactly the perfect spots that god you riled up for him. His hand trailed downward, till his fingers poked around the entrace of your hole again.

"You okay, Princess?" He asked for approval, you nodded silently. He smirked.

He pushed in two fingers at the same time, scizzoring you open, pulling out the whimpers and moans he's always needy for. You gasp, moaning his name. "That's right, Princess. Show Woongie how good he's making you feel~" he edged you on, till he considered you ready.

Unbuckling his pants and peeling off his tank top to some corner of his room, he threw your legs over his shoulder, impaitent to get to the good part. "Gonna make Woongie feel good, m'kay?" he led you on gently, pushing his tip into your entrance, causing a prolonged, lewd moan from you. Music to his ears. "That's right, baby, I got you... breath for me..." He whispered, letting you adjust to his girth as he slid it in, little by little.

You whimpered, breathing heavily as he slid in, filling your hole deliciously. You clenched around him, squeezing him tight. He groaned. "Fuck, princess, so desperate?" He smirked, slowly rocking his hips and moving you along with it. You gasped, fisting the sheets till your knuckles went white. You whined for more and more, greedy for pleasure as you chased your second orgasm of the night.

He fully unsheathed himself inside you, rocking his hips back and forth at a caluculated speed to hit your sweet spot over and over again, sending you on the edge as a moaning mess for his cock. He quickened his pace, hips snapping forward as he grinded into you, drawing out the pleas and whimpers he loved to hear, too blissed out to form coherent sentences

"You're doing so well, Princess. You sound like an angel. Cum for Woongie, 'kay?"

You nodded. He smirked, pushing into you at an erratic pace, sending you screaming in pleasure. Jiwoong's face darkened in pride at how he always ruined you, made you so cock-drunk and down bad for him. For everyone else, you were an innocent angel, but only for him were you a princess whining needily for more. He got off to the tears of pleasure streaming down your face, kissing and drinking them up. "Fuck, even your tears taste sweet, princess!" and with one final thrust he sent you into pure nirvana. All you could comprehend was White ropes of your thick white cum and Jiwoong climaxing and filling your tight walls with his white.

He stood back, hungrily eyeing his creation. Too fucked out to even comprehend words, breathing heavy and dripping with cum from every angle, his hunger only grew. He slipped off your dirty t-shirt, licking your cum off your body. You loved the feeling of his hot tounge roaming around your body, devouvering every inch of you till he was satisfied. He kissed your lips with passion and lust.

He looked at you with nothing but pure love in his eyes. "You did so well, princess. I love you. let's get you cleaned up."

[justice4gyeongsu]

━━━ 'CHAPTER FIFTEEN' [WHEN DAWN BREAKS]

SYNOPSIS ➢ soju is becoming the most honest friend you know.

PAIRING ➢ lee suhyeok x male!reader

AU ➢ enemies-to-lovers au!

CONTENT WARNING ➢ this chapter contains; flashbacks, alot of angst, signs of depression, isolation, sensual undertones, anxiety, feeling of overwhelmed, jealousy, small intimate scene, mentions of bullying, death, depression, some fluff, reoccuring ptsd, mentions of gore, blood, cannibalism [let me know if i missed any!]

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as the morning sun rose, its warm rays crept into the room, gently coaxing you awake. you stirred beneath the blanket, slowly opening your eyes to find the room bathed in a soft, golden light. the sunlight danced across the floor, illuminating the space with a sense of new beginnings. you lay there for a moment, taking in the peaceful atmosphere, feeling the calmness of the morning wash over you. the events of the previous night began to resurface in your mind, and you couldn't help but wonder what the day ahead might bring. with a quiet sigh, you tossed off the blanket and sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you gazed out into the bright, sunlit room.

as you sat up and looked around the room, you noticed that only three of you remained: you, daesu, and wujin. the others were nowhere to be seen, and the room was quiet, except for the soft sounds of daesu's and wujin's gentle snores. you reached for the water bottle on your bedside table, unscrewed the cap, and took a refreshing sip. the cool liquid soothed your parched throat, and you felt a sense of relief wash over you. as you drank, you couldn't help but wonder where suhyeok and the others had gone, and what the day's plans might be.

you stood up, arching your back and stretching your arms overhead, feeling the satisfying cracks and pops as your joints released the tension of a night's sleep. you bent to one side, then the other, feeling the stretch in your ribs and hips. finally, you straightened up, feeling a bit more limber and awake. you walked over to the windows, where the bright sunlight was streaming in, and reached out to untie the curtains. as the fabric flowed down, it filtered the harsh sunlight, casting a warm, golden glow over the room. you adjusted the curtains, letting them cover just enough of the window to soften the light, and stepped back to survey the result. the room felt cozier now, the sunlight tamed and gentle.

you slid the door open quietly and made your way to the bathroom, feeling a sense of relief as you took care of your morning necessities. as you finished up and began washing your hands, your eyes landed on the collection of travel-sized toothbrushes and toothpaste on the counter.

a small smile spread across your face as you realized kyungho must have thoughtfully provided them for you. you quickly grabbed a toothbrush and began brushing your teeth, feeling a sense of gratitude towards kyungho's considerate gesture. just as you were finishing up, you heard a quiet knock at the door. you hummed a response, not able to speak with your mouth still full of toothpaste. you quickly rinsed your mouth and opened the door to find hroryeong and minji standing in the hallway, both of them looking bleary-eyed and tired.

you gave a small bow with your head, a gentle good morning greeting, and hroryeong and minji returned the gesture, their own bows equally subtle. as they slipped into the bathroom to start their morning routines, you made your way downstairs, holding onto the wall for support. your feet felt a bit unsteady, and the cool morning air didn't help.

as you reached the bottom of the stairs, you looked around, taking in the quiet atmosphere of the house. you wandered through the aisles, searching for any signs of life, and as you turned into the second-to-last aisle, you spotted a cluster of familiar faces. onjo, cheongsan, hari, suhyeok, and kyungho were all huddled together, speaking in hushed tones. you crossed your arms over your chest, feeling a chill run down your spine as the cool air seemed to seep into your bones. just as you were taking in the scene, onjo turned around, a bright smile spreading across her face. "hi, cutie," she said, her voice loud and affectionate, making sure the others heard her endearing greeting.

you responded with a low "good morning," accompanied by a small bow, your voice a bit raspy from the morning air. "i take it you slept well," kyungho said, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. you nodded, a sleepy smile spreading across your face, still feeling a bit groggy. just as you were starting to feel more awake, onjo swooped in, her hands reaching up to gently tame your hair, which was sticking up in every direction. you hadn't even noticed, nor had you cared, but onjo seemed determined to fix it for you. her fingers worked through the tangled locks, smoothing out the knots with a gentle touch. you stood there, passively accepting her ministrations, feeling a sense of comfort and tranquility wash over you.

as onjo continued to fix your hair, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relaxation wash over you. her touch was gentle and soothing, and you found yourself leaning into her hands, letting out a soft sigh of contentment. the others watched the scene with amusement, suhyeok's eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. cheongsan and hari exchanged a knowing glance, while kyungho looked on with a warm expression. onjo, seemingly satisfied with her handiwork, stepped back to admire her efforts. "there, all fixed," she said, a pleased smile on her face. you reached up to touch your hair, feeling a sense of gratitude towards onjo for her thoughtful gesture.

you asked, your voice a bit stronger now, "did everyone sleep okay?" you looked around at the group, taking in their varied expressions. onjo nodded, still smiling, while cheongsan and hari exchanged a tired glance. kyungho rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes looking a bit sleepy, and suhyeok simply nodded, his face calm and serene. "yeah, we're all good," onjo said, speaking for the group. "although some of us," she added, glancing at cheongsan and hari, "might need a bit more coffee to fully wake up." cheongsan and hari chuckled, nodding in agreement, and the group shared a gentle laugh.

the group's laughter faded away, everyone's attention was drawn upwards, where the creaking of the old wooden floorboards and the sound of footsteps echoed through the hallway. it seemed the rest of the group was starting to stir, and the morning was slowly coming to life.

you turned to kyungho, a smile still on your face, and said, "thank you again for letting us stay for the night." kyungho's expression turned serious, and he glanced warily at onjo and hari before turning back to you. his voice was cautious as he said, "...it might be more than one night." the implication hung in the air, and you sensed that there was more to kyungho's statement than met the eye. onjo and hari exchanged a knowing glance, their faces somber, and the atmosphere in the room shifted, becoming more subdued.

you turned to cheongsan, confusion etched on your face, and asked, "what do you mean?" you rubbed your arms, trying to warm yourself up, as the cool morning air seemed to seep into your bones.

suhyeok's voice was low and serious as he explained, "we were planning to leave, but there's a horde of the infected outside, in the front and back of the store. there's way too many to leave." he didn't look at you, instead, his gaze was fixed on cheongsan, as if trying to come up with a plan.

you felt a surge of alarm at his words, and your eyes widened as you exclaimed, "wait, what? there was literally only two yesterday.." you tried to wrap your head around the sudden change, and your mind was filled with questions. how did the number of infected increase so rapidly?

you nodded and said, "i'm gonna head upstairs and let everyone know we're gonna wait it out." everyone nodded in agreement, their faces set with determination, as you turned to leave. as you climbed the stairs, the creaking of the old wooden steps beneath your feet seemed to echo through the silent morning air. you heard kyungho speak up, his voice low and thoughtful, "we can pack stuff up and just wait for the crowd to die down, then as soon as we get an opening, we can head for it." he suggested, leaning on the register counter, his eyes fixed on some point in front of him. cheongsan's voice was laced with concern as he replied, "we don't know how long it'll take." he shook his head, his brow furrowed in worry.

hari chimed in, her voice firm but measured, "i mean, if we wanna take the challenge and all of us go out there right now, we'd be risking half the group." the weight of hari's words were heard, and everyone could sense the gravity of the situation. the others nodded in agreement, their faces somber, as they considered the risks.

you reached the top of the stairs and began to make your way to the rooms, wondering how the others would take the news. the sound of murmured conversations and rustling movements drifted from the rooms, as the rest of the group slowly stirred to life. you slid open the wooden door and stepped into the boys' room, where daesu was just sitting up, holding his head in his hands, a look of pain etched on his face. you spoke quietly, trying not to startle him, "morning daesu." you walked over to your bed, where your water bottle from the night before was still sitting, and grabbed it. you quickly jogged over to daesu, holding out the bottle like a lifeline. "here, you need electrolytes," you said, as you handed him the water bottle, his "holy grail" as you had come to think of it.

daesu looked up at you, his eyes squinting slightly, and took the bottle from you, his expression a mix of gratitude and relief. he unscrewed the cap and took a long swig, the water seeming to revive him slightly.

you leaned in close to daesu and whispered, "everyone's gonna stay for a few more hours, so you've got some time to recover." daesu nodded slightly, his eyes still closed, as he took another sip of water, the condensation on the bottle glistening in the soft morning light. just then, wujin and mijin burst into the room, their voices chiming in unison, "we're staying?" they looked at each other, disgusted, before mijin turned to wujin and said, "yah! stop trying to be like me, little shit." she raised her hand, as if threatening to hit him, and wujin took a step back, a mock-innocent expression on his face, his eyes wide with feigned surprise. daesu, still holding his head, grimaced and said, "you two be quiet, you're making my head hurt more." his voice was low and gravelly, and you could tell he was still feeling the effects of the previous night. you couldn't help but stifle a laugh at the exchange, and instead, you reached out to rub daesu's back, trying to offer some comfort as he continued to drink his water. your hand moved in slow, soothing circles, and daesu leaned into your touch, his eyes still closed, as he let out a soft sigh.

your voice barely above a whisper, "hey, you two need to keep it down. we've got a situation outside." mijin and wujin exchanged a curious glance, and you continued, "the convenience store is surrounded by...those things. zombies. we can't leave right now, we have to wait it out." mijin's eyes widened, and wujin's face fell, as they processed the information. they looked at each other, then back at you, their expressions serious. mijin whispered, "how many?" and you shook your head, "i don't know, but it's a lot. kyungho said it's not safe to leave yet." wujin's eyes darted towards daesu, who was still sitting on the bed, nursing his water bottle, and mijin's gaze followed. they both nodded, seeming to understand the gravity of the situation, and mijin whispered, "we'll be quiet."

daesu slowly opened his eyes, his gaze still a bit unfocused, and looked at wujin. he nodded towards the window and said, his voice still low and rough, "wujin, check out the window. see for yourself." wujin nodded and carefully made his way over to the window, trying not to make any sudden movements. he slowly pulled back the curtain, and a sliver of morning light spilled into the room. wujin's eyes scanned the scene outside, and his expression changed from curiosity to alarm. he turned back to the group, his voice barely above a whisper, "it's...it's really bad. there are so many of them." mijin's eyes widened, and she took a step back, her face pale.

daesu nodded, his expression grim, and you could tell he was still feeling the effects of the previous night. you reached out and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, trying to offer some comfort.

you tried to reassure the group, "hey, we're safe in here. the infected don't know we're in the convenience store, so as long as we keep quiet, we should be okay." you glanced around the room, meeting the worried gazes of mijin and wujin. daesu nodded in agreement, adding, "and the front of the store is covered in newspaper, so they can't even see inside." he gestured vaguely in the direction of the storefront, his eyes still a bit glassy from his hangover. you nodded, trying to emphasize the point, "exactly. we're hidden from view, and as long as we don't make too much noise, we should be able to wait this out without any problems." mijin and wujin exchanged a nervous glance, but seemed to relax a bit at your reassurances. daesu, however, still looked a bit green around the gills, and you made a mental note to keep an eye on him.

the room fell silent, the only sound the distant shuffling and groaning of the infected outside. after a few moments, mijin spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper, "what's the plan, then?" she looked at you, then at daesu, who was still reclining on the bed. you shrugged, trying to think of a response. "i guess we just wait it out," you said finally. "kyungho and the others are downstairs, trying to come up with a plan. we'll just have to wait and see what they decide." mijin nodded, seeming to accept this.

hroryeong and namra walked into the room, hroryeong fussing with her bangs, a grimace on her face as she tried to shake off the lingering effects of her hangover. "you sleep okay?" you asked the two, trying to sound cheerful despite the dire circumstances. hroryeong nodded, her expression still a bit pinched, and namra nodded as well, his face serious.

"there's a lot of infected outside," namra said, her eyes locked on yours, her voice monotone and even. wujin spoke up, filling them in on the situation, "yeah, we're gonna wait it out." hroryeong let out a relieved sigh and plopped down on the end of daesu's bed, "thank god," she said, running a hand through her tangled hair. daesu, still reclining on the bed, opened one eye and looked at hroryeong, a small smile on his face, before closing his eye again and letting out a soft groan. the room was quiet for a moment, the only sound the distant shuffling of the infected outside, before mijin spoke up, "does anyone know how this happened? how did the infected just show up like that?"

everyone's gaze turned to namra, expecting her to have some answers, but she simply shook her head, her expression somber. "i asked them downstairs too, but no one knows," you added, shrugging your shoulders.

the room fell silent once again, the only sound the distant moaning of the infected outside. namra's eyes dropped, and she stared at the floor, her brow furrowed in concern. hroryeong reached out and put a comforting hand on her arm, but namra didn't respond, lost in her own thoughts.

mijin suddenly spoke up, "where's hari?" you replied, "she's downstairs with the others." no sooner had the words left your lips than mijin was already racing out of the room, her footsteps thundering down the stairs. "mijin, wait!" you called after her, but she was already gone, vanishing from sight in a flash. the others exchanged amused glances, and hroryeong chuckled, "guess she's worried about hari." daesu opened one eye, looked at hroryeong, and then closed it again, a small smile on his face. namra shook her head, a hint of a smile on her lips, and wujin just rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath. the room was quiet for a moment, before the sound of mijin's voice drifted up from downstairs, her tone anxious and urgent.

namra spoke up, "we should all meet up downstairs. we need to figure out what to do next." everyone nodded in agreement, and the group began to stir, slowly getting to their feet. daesu, still looking a bit rough around the edges, stumbled over to the sink and began to brush his teeth. you waited patiently for him to finish, and then the two of you made your way downstairs, joining the others in the main room of the convenience store. the atmosphere was tense, with everyone chatting in hushed tones, their faces serious and worried. hari and kyungho were deep in conversation, their heads bent together, while mijin paced back and forth, her eyes fixed on the floor. cheongsan and wujin were rummaging through the shelves, gathering supplies and stuffing them into backpacks.

as you and daesu entered, the group fell silent, looking to you for some kind of leadership. namra spoke up, "now that we're all here, we need to come up with a plan. we can't stay here forever."

kyungho raised his hand, a enthusiastic look on his face, "oh! if i can just say, uh, why not? there's food, drinks, a bathroom, running water..." he trailed off, expecting everyone to see the convenience store as the perfect temporary shelter. but before he could continue, suhyeok cut him off, his voice calm and measured, "that will eventually run out." you looked over at suhyeok, feeling a sense of comfort and reassurance at his presence. he was always the voice of reason, and you trusted his judgment implicitly. suhyeok continued, his tone firm but gentle, "we need to evacuate. we can't stay here forever, and the longer we wait, the more danger we'll be in." he didn't want to lead into an argument, but his words were firm, and you could tell he was determined to get everyone to safety.

cheongsan nodded in agreement with suhyeok, his expression serious, "i think suhyeok's right. some of our families are probably already evacuated, and we don't know what's going on outside. we need to try and find out what's happening and get to a safe place." he paused, thinking for a moment, cheongsan turned to you, his expression curious, "do you think any of your family members would've tried to stay or would they have evacuated?" you were taken aback by the question, and your mind went blank for a moment. you thought back to your family, trying to remember who might have stayed behind. but there was only one person who came to mind. your father. you hadn't seen him since the loan sharks had shown up at your apartment, wielding bats and threatening violence. you weren't even sure if he was still alive. the thought sent a pang of guilt and worry through your chest, and you felt yourself getting stuck in thought. but before you could get too caught up in your own worries, cheongsan spoke up softly, "y/n?" your head snapped up, and you shook off the fog, "uh, yeah. my dad probably already evacuated." you nodded in agreement with cheongsan, trying to push aside your doubts. but before you could say anything else, kyungho spoke up, his tone matter-of-fact, "okay, but if i can interrupt. if we go out there, we're not gonna make it. i can guarantee you that." namra's head tilted to the side as she looked at kyungho, a faintly puzzled expression on her face.

kyungho continued, his voice calm and rational, "i mean, think about it. we're safe in here, for now. we have food, water, and shelter. why risk going outside when we don't have to?" he paused, considering his next words carefully, "why don't we just stay another night? if by morning there's no zombies outside, then we can immediately leave. but if they're still out there... well, at least we'll know it's not safe." he looked around the room, his eyes meeting each of yours, "it's just one more night. and if it means staying alive, isn't it worth it?" the room fell silent, as everyone considered kyungho's suggestion. namra frowned, her brow furrowed in thought, while cheongsan nodded slowly, seeming to agree with kyungho's plan. suhyeok's expression was neutral, but you could sense him weighing the pros and cons.

namra spoke up, her voice firm and decisive, "as soon as the zombie horde is gone, we will all leave. we'll make a run for it, together." she looked around the room, her eyes meeting each of yours, and no one argued with her say-so. it was clear that namra had taken charge, and her plan was to get everyone out of there as soon as it was safe to do so. the room fell silent, with everyone nodding in agreement, and suhyeok gave a small nod of approval. kyungho looked relieved, and cheongsan nodded enthusiastically. you felt a sense of determination wash over you, knowing that you were all in this together, and you would get through it as a team.

wujin spoke up, "hey, i found some pre-boiled eggs. does anyone want some with milk for breakfast?" everyone agreed, and wujin began to hand out the eggs and milk. namra, however, declined the offer and instead grabbed a bottle of water and chugged it down. "fuck, it's so cold down here in the morning," mijin said, shivering. you looked at her and asked, "where's your archery jacket at?" mijin shrugged, "i guess kyungho's washing all our clothes, right?" she said, sounding uncertain.

you thought for a second, wondering where your clothes were. you instantly begin looking for kyungho who walked away after the discussion. you walked over to a door that you hadn't noticed before, which had a sign that read "employees only". you pushed the door open, curious about what might be inside.

you pushed open the door and stepped inside, looking around at the unfamiliar surroundings. the room was filled with computers and office equipment, likely the manager's office before the outbreak. your eyes landed on a row of lockers against one wall, and then a side door that caught your attention. the sign on the door read "freezer", and it was wide open. you walked over to investigate and saw kyungho emerging from the freezer, a handful of cheese sticks in his grasp. he looked up and saw you, and his eyes widened in surprise. "oh shit," he exclaimed, clutching his heart. you couldn't help but laugh at his dramatic reaction. "sorry," you said, still chuckling. kyungho grinned, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "no, you're more than okay," he said, his tone flirtatious. "came looking for me?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

but you ignored his teasing tone and asked him a question instead. "some of the girls were wondering where their clothes were," you said. kyungho's expression changed to one of confusion. "why would i know where their clothes are?" he scoffed, taking a bite of his cheese stick. your face froze, shocked at his seriousness. "what? cause, you said you'd wash all our clothes..." you trailed off, feeling a growing sense of unease in your chest. kyungho pretended to think for a moment, his expression innocent. "oh! right, they're all on the roof drying," he said, his tone casual. "you wanna come see?" he asked, closing the freezer door behind him as he stepped out.

you smiled and said, "sure," and kyungho grinned, seeming to enjoy the opportunity to show you something. he walked over to a big red button on the wall next to the lockers and pressed it. suddenly, a small, squared door on the roof slid open, creaking slowly and mechanically. "cool, right?" kyungho said, putting down the rest of the cheese sticks on the desk next to him. then, a red metal ladder began to lower itself from the opening, unfolding slowly until it reached the floor. kyungho went up first, his movements careful and precise. you followed after, your eyes fixed on the ladder as you climbed.

you reached the outside roof, you felt a rush of warmth and light on your face, and you couldn't help but sigh in content. the sun was shining brightly, and the fresh air was a welcome change from the stale atmosphere of the convenience store. you looked around, taking in the view, and saw kyungho balancing carefully on the roof, his arms outstretched for balance. he grabbed your uniform shirt on a makeshift clothesline where your clothes, along with everyone else's, were drying in the sun. you gave him a thumbs up, still clinging to the ladder, and took in the sight of the city around you.

as you looked around, you took in the eerie silence of the city. the streets were empty, and the only sound was the gentle rustling of the wind through the buildings. you saw a few buildings in the distance, some of which appeared to be empty or abandoned. you wondered what had happened to the city, and how it had fallen so quickly. kyungho followed your gaze, and his expression turned somber. "it's not safe out there," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "we need to be careful." you nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of unease wash over you. you realized that you were lucky to have made it this far, and that you needed to stay vigilant if you wanted to survive.

you climbed back down the ladder, your eyes scanning the room below. you spotted the cheese sticks on the desk and grabbed one, taking a small bite as you leaned against the desk. kyungho climbed down after you, a sly grin spreading across his face as he walked over to the red button. he reached out to hold it, his eyes never leaving yours, and said, "you're welcome." you looked up at him, a hint of amusement in your voice, "i didn't say thank you." you took another bite of the cheese stick, your eyes locked on his. kyungho rolled his eyes sassily, "exactly." you couldn't help but laugh at his sudden sassiness, and you raised an eyebrow at him in disbelief. kyungho's grin grew wider, and he copied your gesture, raising an eyebrow of his own.

you rolled your eyes, a smile still playing on your lips, and turned to leave the room. as you walked away, you could feel kyungho's eyes on you, and you knew he was staring at your body. you didn't need to look back to confirm it, but you could sense his gaze lingering on you. you heard a faint smirk in his voice as he said, "hey, i think you still forgot to thank me for the cheese stick." you just shook your head, chuckling to yourself as you walked out of the room, leaving kyungho and his teasing behind.

"your jacket should be fully dried in an hour," you told mijin, who dramatically threw her head back and began to thank god. you couldn't help but chuckle at her reaction. you then turned to wujin and added, "and our clothes too." wujin's face lit up with excitement as he pumped his fist in the air. "yes! those uniforms cost too much to lose," he exclaimed, crossing his arms and letting out a relieved sigh.

meanwhile, daesu was busy thanking suhyeok and cheongsan for taking care of him when his brother-in-law, wujin, had given up on him. daesu's expression was one of heartfelt gratitude as he spoke to the two, his words filled with appreciation for their help and support during his time of need. "thank you, thank you so much," daesu said, his voice sincere and emotional. "i don't know what i would have done if you guys hadn't been there for me." suhyeok and cheongsan exchanged an amused glance, happy to have been able to help daesu in his time of need. they smiled and nodded, accepting daesu's thanks, and the three of them shared a moment of warm camaraderie.

"suhyeok was helping multiple people," cheongsan said with a grin, giving suhyeok a playful smack on the chest. suhyeok rolled his eyes good-naturedly, chuckling at the teasing. daesu's eyes sparkled with curiosity as he asked, "who else was bad?" he couldn't remember what had happened after they'd had their first shot that night, and his friends' amused expressions only added to his confusion.

cheongsan gestured towards you, who was sitting with wujin, hari, and mijin, eating a boiled egg and holding yourself close to ward off the cold. "y/n?" daesu asked, his voice trembling with suppressed laughter. he covered his mouth, trying to stifle a grin. "wujin too, after we put you to bed," cheongsan added, a smile spreading across his face. "we had to get wujin to use the restroom before sleeping, but he wouldn't." cheongsan's eyes sparkled with mirth as he remembered the events of the previous night.

meanwhile, as everyone was having a great time staying in a safe place with their friends, a starkly different scene unfolded somewhere nearby. in a dimly lit apartment, the door creaked open, slightly ajar, as if someone had recently passed through it. on the floor, in front of the television, lay a man, unconscious and motionless. his body was battered, with bruises and blood leaking from his head, staining the cold, hard floor. the only sound in the apartment was the gentle whisper of the wind, which carried an eerie silence. the television, once a source of entertainment and comfort, now cast an eerie glow over the scene, its screen flickering with static. the man's stillness was unsettling, and the apartment seemed to be holding its breath, as if waiting for something – or someone – to stir.

hours had passed and you were in the boys' room, surrounded by the familiar sights and sounds of your friends' banter downstairs. you had decided to take a moment to stretch, and were currently lying on the floor, extending your arms above your head and arching your back. your muscles felt tight from the day's events, and you were trying to loosen them up. as you stretched, you could hear the sounds of your friends chatting and laughing in the background, and you felt a sense of comfort and security being surrounded by them.

as you continued to stretch, you heard wujin's voice behind you. "what are you doing?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his tone. you looked up to see him standing over you, a smile on his face. you smiled back, feeling a bit self-conscious about being caught stretching. "just trying to loosen up," you replied, sitting up and running a hand through your hair. wujin nodded, and then sat down beside you on the floor. "we should probably get some rest soon," he said, his expression turning serious. "we don't know what's going to happen tomorrow." you nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of unease wash over you. despite the comfort and security of being with your friends, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were all still in grave danger.

wujin's expression turned somber, and he looked at you with a hint of vulnerability. "hey, can i ask you something?" he said, his voice low and serious. "do you... have any bad feelings towards me? because of what happened when we were younger?" he paused, his eyes searching yours for any sign of resentment. but before he could continue, you instantly stopped him, your voice firm but controlled. "wujin, you need to stop bringing up the past," you said, your eyes locked on his. "it's done, and i don't want to dwell on it anymore." wujin's face fell, and he looked taken aback by your abrupt response. but you didn't back down, your expression resolute. you didn't want to reopen old wounds or revisit painful memories. you just wanted to move forward.

wujin nodded slowly, a small smile on his face. "okay," he said, his voice soft. "you're right. let's just focus on making new memories together, instead of dwelling on the past." he paused, his eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. "we've got a lot of time to make up for, after all." he grinned, and you couldn't help but smile back at him. the tension between you seemed to dissipate, replaced by a sense of hope and possibility. you nodded, feeling a sense of agreement wash over you. "yeah," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "let's make some new memories."

you stretched your legs out in front of you, feeling a sense of relaxation wash over you. "i'm surprised you still wanted to bring that up," you said, looking at wujin with a hint of curiosity. "i didn't think you were the sentimental type." wujin chuckled and slapped his thigh, a mischievous glint in his eye. "it's the soju," he said, grinning. you looked at him confused, raising an eyebrow. "have you already been drinking again?" you asked, a hint of amusement in your voice. wujin laughed, holding up his hands in defense. "no, no, it's not just me," he said, still chuckling. "cheongsan, suhyeok, and i were drinking and talking downstairs, and you came up in the conversation." he leaned in, a conspiratorial look on his face. "we were just reminiscing about old times, and i guess it got me feeling a little sentimental."

you stopped your stretching and turned to look at wujin, your eyes locking onto his with an expectant glint. "really?" you drawled out, your voice low and curious, as you shifted into a crisscross position, your eyes never leaving wujin's face. the air seemed to vibrate with anticipation, as if you were waiting for him to reveal some hidden secret or long-forgotten truth.

wujin's face broke out into a wide smile as he began to reminisce. "i remember how you would always want to play hopscotch as a kid," he said, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "and i would throw fits because i couldn't jump far enough!" you both burst out laughing at the memory, the sound filling the room with warmth and camaraderie. you wiped tears from your eyes, still chuckling. "well, i think you got your revenge," you said, grinning at wujin. "you're only a bit taller than me now." wujin's laughter grew louder, and he clutched his stomach, his eyes shining with amusement. "yeah, i guess i did!" he exclaimed, still chuckling. the two of you sat there for a moment, enjoying the warm glow of shared memories and laughter.

as your laughter died down, you asked wujin, "so, did cheongsan or suhyeok add anything to the conversation about me?" you looked at wujin with interest, not caring if one of them had said something more than the other. you simply hoped that wujin would share something, anything, that would give you a glimpse into what your friends had discussed. wujin's expression turned thoughtful, and he leaned back on his hands, a faraway look in his eyes. "actually," he began, his voice low and measured, "suhyeok said something that really made me think." he paused, his eyes refocusing on yours, and you felt a spark of curiosity ignite within you.

wujin's eyes locked onto yours, and he continued, "suhyeok said that he's always admired how strong you are, even when things get tough." wujin's voice was sincere, and you could tell that he was genuinely impressed by suhyeok's words. "he said that you have the ability to bounce back from anything." wujin's expression softened, and he looked at you with a newfound appreciation. "i have to admit, i've noticed that about you too," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "you're one of the strongest people i know."

you felt a warmth spread through your chest at wujin's words, but you wanted to make sure that suhyeok had actually said those things. you looked at wujin with a questioning expression, seeking confirmation. "suhyeok really said that?" you asked, your voice tinged with a hint of skepticism. wujin nodded emphatically, a smile still plastered on his face. "yeah, he did," wujin replied, his tone confident. "i'm not just making it up, i swear." he held up his hands in a gesture of innocence, and you couldn't help but laugh at his antics. but you were still curious, and you pressed wujin for more information. "what exactly did he say?" you asked, your eyes locked on wujin's.

wujin let out a dramatic groan, rolling his eyes good-naturedly. "if you really want to know, ask him yourself," he said, throwing up his hands in mock exasperation. you burst out laughing at his reaction, and your eyes scanned the floor for something to tease him with. your gaze landed on a random sock that had been discarded on the ground, and you picked it up, grinning mischievously. with a quick flick of your wrist, you tossed the sock at wujin, hitting him squarely on the chest. wujin looked down at the sock, then back up at you, a mock-offended expression on his face. "hey, what's with the sock?" he asked, laughing, as he pulled the sock off his chest and tossed it back at you. “cause youre annoying.” you reply.

you stood up, gesturing for wujin to follow you downstairs. "lets drink, i wanna have some again," you said with a smile, already heading towards the stairs. wujin jumped up from the floor, his eyes sparkling with excitement, and followed you down the steps carefully, making sure not to slip or stumble. as you descended, the sound of laughter and chatter grew louder, and you could smell the sweet aroma of soju and beer wafting. you quickened your pace, anticipation building in your chest, and wujin kept pace beside you, his grin matching yours.

as you reached the bottom of the stairs, you were greeted by the lively atmosphere of the kitchen. cheongsan and suhyeok were sitting at the table, surrounded by bottles of soju and beer, and they looked up at you with cheers and smiles. "welcome back!" cheongsan exclaimed, pouring you a shot of soju. suhyeok nodded in agreement, his eyes sparkling with amusement. wujin slipped into the empty seat beside suhyeok, and you took the seat next to cheongsan, feeling the warmth and camaraderie of the group envelop you. "so, what did i miss?" you asked, picking up the shot of soju and examining it with a grin.

cheongsan smiled at wujin and you, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "i knew you'd come back with something," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. he slapped your back a little too hard, causing you to playfully wince. wujin burst out laughing and put his hand up to shield you, "excuse me, samchon, i think that's enough drinking for you," he said, playfully teasing cheongsan. the group erupted into laughter again, and even cheongsan chuckled, his face flushing slightly. you watched the exchange, amused by wujin's quick wit and cheongsan's carefree demeanor. it was a side of cheongsan you hadn't seen before, and you found it endearing. you couldn't help but wonder if you had seemed just as relaxed and carefree yesterday, or if the drinking had just brought out a different side of cheongsan.

suhyeok spoke up, his voice calm and matter-of-fact. "we were just eating some desserts and drinking," he said, gesturing to the spread of sweets and drinks on the table. "figured, why not? the zombies are still out there, might as well enjoy ourselves while we can." cheongsan shrugged, his expression philosophical. the others nodded in agreement. despite the dangers and uncertainties outside, you had each other, and that was something to be cherished. cheongsan poured another round of drinks, and the group clinked their glasses together in a silent toast to friendship and survival.

just as you were starting to relax, the others came downstairs once again, and everyone began to rearrange themselves into a big circle. you hadn't even noticed suhyeok get up and move, but now he was sitting right across from you, his eyes locked on yours with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. the circle was complete, with snacks and drinks piled high in the middle for everyone to share. the atmosphere was lively and festive, but you couldn't shake the feeling that suhyeok's gaze was burning a hole through you.

just as suhyeok's gaze was starting to make you feel uncomfortable, kyungho returned from the restroom and scooted in between you and hari, breaking the intense eye contact between you and suhyeok. suhyeok's gaze changed in an instant, his expression morphing from one of interest to one of annoyance. he raised an eyebrow, his eyes flicking to kyungho before returning to you, a hint of disappointment lingering in his gaze. kyungho, oblivious to the subtle tension, grinned at you and hari, and began to chat with the two of you, completely unaware of the awkward moment he had just interrupted.

as kyungho chatted with you and hari, suhyeok's gaze drifted away, his attention turning to the snacks and drinks in the center of the circle. he reached out and grabbed a handful of chips, munching on them quietly, his expression neutral. the circle erupted into laughter and conversation, with everyone chatting and joking around. you joined in, trying to shake off the feeling that suhyeok's gaze had left on you. but every so often, you couldn't help but sneak a glance at him, wondering what he was thinking.

suhyeok interrupted your conversation with kyungho by reaching over and tapping your knee, his touch sending a spark of electricity through your leg. he offered you a piece of sweet bread he was eating, his eyes shining with a gentle, tipsy warmth. "oh," you said, taking the bread from his hand, his fingers brushing against yours in the process. he gestured to the bread as if to say "for you," his expression soft and endearing. you couldn't help but be charmed by his doe-eyed gaze, and you nodded, taking a bite of the bread. the sweet flavor exploded in your mouth, and suhyeok smiled, satisfied, his eyes crinkling at the corners. kyungho watched the exchange, confusion etched on his face, but suhyeok didn't seem to notice, his attention focused solely on you. you hear daesu say a joke that makes everyone erupt in laughter.

mijin cut in, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "okay, girls, now that the guys have showered and cleaned up, who do you think is the most good-looking guy here?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with amusement. the girls groaned in unison, rolling their eyes and laughing. "none," they chimed in, their voices overlapping in a chorus of denial. you couldn't help but laugh at their unanimous response, and even the guys chuckled at the girls' blunt honesty.

as the laughter died down, suhyeok turned his attention back to you, a thoughtful expression on his face. he carefully lifted his cup, which was filled with a colorful mixture of drinks, and offered it to you. "try this," he said, his voice soft and inviting. "i made it." you looked at the drink, curious about what suhyeok had concocted. kyungho, who was still sitting next to you, raised an eyebrow.

as the night wore on, you couldn't help but notice that suhyeok's behavior towards you was becoming increasingly endearing. every time he got up to grab another drink or snack, he would offer it to you first, his eyes shining with a sweet, drunken sincerity. it was as if he had decided that you were the only person worthy of his offerings, and it was both amusing and touching to watch. the others had started to notice it too, and you could see the faintest glimmer of amusement in their eyes as they watched suhyeok's antics.

hroryeong leaned over and whispered to you, "wow, suhyeok's super drunk, huh?" you just smiled and shook your head, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at the thought of suhyeok's drunken affections.

just as the atmosphere was starting to feel more relaxed and jovial, cheongsan's expression suddenly crumpled, and he buried his face in his hands, his body shaking with sobs. the room fell silent, with everyone staring at cheongsan in shock and concern. "cheongsan, hey, what's wrong?" wujin asked, his voice soft and gentle, as he reached out to put a hand on cheongsan's shoulder. cheongsan's sobs grew louder, and he gasped out between tears, "i-i just can't take it anymore... everything that's happened... the zombies... our families... being stuck in this place..." his words trailed off into incoherent sobs, and the others exchanged worried glances, unsure of how to comfort their distraught friend.

daesu and kyungho quickly jumped up to help cheongsan, gently coaxing him to his feet and guiding him upstairs, their voices soft and soothing as they tried to calm him down. as you watched them go, you noticed onjo sitting quietly, her eyes fixed on some point across the room. but as she watched cheongsan being led away, her eyes began to well up with tears, and she blinked rapidly, fighting to hold them back. you could see the emotion trembling on the surface, but she took a deep breath and looked away, her jaw clenched in a determined effort to maintain her composure. you felt a pang of sympathy for her, knowing that she was probably feeling just as overwhelmed and emotional as cheongsan, but was trying to keep it together for the sake of the others.

mijin's voice cut through the somber mood, her words tinged with a mix of sadness and determination. "we should make a toast," she said, her eyes scanning the room. "to those we lost on the way here." the room fell silent, with everyone nodding in agreement. suhyeok, still a bit unsteady on his feet, began pouring drinks for everyone. as he handed out the drinks, the atmosphere in the room grew heavier, the weight of their collective grief palpable. when everyone had a drink in hand, mijin raised hers, her voice barely above a whisper. "to those we lost," she said, her eyes welling up with tears. "may they rest in peace." the others echoed her words, their voices cracking with emotion. with a collective nod, they downed their drinks in one swift motion, the liquid burning their throats as they swallowed their sadness. the room fell silent once more, the only sound the quiet sniffles and sobs of those who were struggling to hold back their tears.

just as the group was starting to settle into a sense of determination and hope, kyungho came back downstairs, a concerned look on his face. "onjo, cheongsan is calling for you," he said, his voice low and gentle. onjo's eyes flicked up to kyungho's, and for a moment, she hesitated. you could see the faintest glimmer of uncertainty in her eyes, but then she nodded, her expression smoothing out into a calm mask. "i'll go," she said, her voice soft and soothing. she got up from her seat and headed upstairs quickly, her footsteps light and quiet on the stairs. as she disappeared from view, the others exchanged worried glances. cheongsan's breakdown had been a shock to everyone, and it was clear that he was still struggling to cope. onjo's hesitation had been brief, but it had been noticeable, and you couldn't help but wonder what was going through her mind as she went to comfort her distraught friend.

wujin spoke up, his voice a bit awkward. "yeah, cheongsan's just... uh... had a bit too much to drink, that's all," he said, trying to downplay the situation. "he'll be fine." kyungho nodded in agreement, seeming to sense that daesu was trying to avoid talking about cheongsan's emotional breakdown. "yeah, probably just needs to sleep it off," he said, and then quickly changed the subject.

“are they a couple?” kyungho's question hung in the air, and for a moment, no one seemed to know how to respond. it was as if they were all waiting for someone else to break the silence. finally, wujin spoke up, his tone a bit annoyed. "he's had a crush on her since they were kids," he said, as if it was obvious and he couldn't believe kyungho was bringing it up. but before wujin could elaborate, hroryeong chimed in, her voice casual as she crunched on a piece of candy. "yeah, onjo likes him too... she just doesn't know it yet," she said, a sly smile spreading across her face. the room fell silent again, with everyone looking at each other uncertainly. it was clear that hroryeong's comment had added a new layer of complexity to the situation, and no one was quite sure how to process it. suhyeok looked like he was about to say something, but then thought better of it, while mijin just raised an eyebrow, her expression skeptical. mijin, on the other hand, just shook her head, a small smile on her face. "those two... " she muttered, trailing off into silence.

kyungho asked if anyone was in a relationship, the room fell silent, with everyone looking around at each other. one by one, they all shook their heads, saying no. you, however, took a swig of your water bottle, feeling a sudden surge of heat at the question. wujin let out a amused "pfft" and said, "there's no one in a relationship," but his smile quickly faltered, replaced by a look of serious confusion. "how are we all single...?" he trailed off, his voice laced with incredulity.

mijin elbowed him playfully and said, "just keep drinking and stop talking so ridiculously," which made hari chuckle. but kyungho's attention was focused elsewhere. he looked towards suhyeok, who was sitting with one knee up and his hand leaning on his head. his eyes, however, were fixed directly in front of him... at you. suhyeok's gaze was intense, and you could feel the weight of his stare. it was as if he was trying to convey a message, but you had no idea what it could be.

kyungho cleared his throat, his eyes locked on yours as he asked, "so that means you're single too?" the question hung in the air, and for a moment, you pretended you hadn't heard it, trying to play it cool. but kyungho's gaze was relentless, and you could feel your face growing warm. finally, you nodded, your voice barely above a whisper. "oh, um, yeah..." you said, your response shy and awkward. the room seemed to fall silent, with all eyes on you, and you couldn't help but feel like you were under a microscope. suhyeok's gaze, in particular, felt intense, and you wondered what he was thinking. kyungho, however, just smiled and nodded, seeming to accept your response at face value. but you couldn't shake the feeling that you'd just revealed something more significant than you'd intended.

as kyungho smiled and nodded, wujin and hari shared a look of disgust, their faces scrunched up in distaste. they'd been watching the exchange between kyungho and you, and it was clear they'd had enough of the flirting. wujin rolled his eyes and mouthed "really?" to hari, who just shook her head and whispered something back. the two of them looked like they were about to gag, and you couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

you took a swig of the soju bottle that was beside you, the liquor burning down your throat as you tried to calm your nerves. you followed it up with a piece of candy, the sweetness helping to chase away the bitter taste. as you ate, you tried to focus on mijin's story, who was babbling on about how she and hari had first met.

"and then, we were stuck in the girls' bathroom when the outbreak happened," mijin said, her voice rising with excitement. "it was kinda like we were freaking meant to me. fucking insane," you nodded along, trying to appear interested, but your eyes kept drifting back to suhyeok. earlier, he had been staring at you with an intense gaze, but now he was no longer looking at you. instead, he was staring off into space, his facial expression twisted into a scowl. he looked irritated, his jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed.

you wondered what had caused the change in his mood.

as mijin continued to talk, you found yourself glancing over at suhyeok more and more. his expression hadn't changed, and you could sense a palpable tension emanating from him. you wondered if anyone else had noticed it, but kyungho and hari seemed oblivious, laughing and joking together like nothing was wrong.

wujin, on the other hand, seemed to sense that something was off. he kept looking over at suhyeok, his expression concerned. even mijin seemed to notice, trailing off mid-sentence as she glanced over at suhyeok.

"whats up with you?" mijin asked, her voice soft with concern.

suhyeok's gaze snapped back into focus, and he looked around the room, his eyes meeting yours for a brief moment before moving on. "yeah, everything's fine," he said, his voice curt. but it was clear that everything wasn't fine. the tension in the room had ratcheted up a notch, and you could sense that something was brewing. what, you had no idea.

you sat there, confused and a little concerned, wondering what suhyeok's problem was. but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't shake the feeling that it had something to do with you. the soju you'd been drinking seemed to be taking over your emotions, making you feel a little anxious and unsure. "i'm gonna go finish my drink upstairs," you said, getting up from the floor. mijin looked up at you, a sad expression on her face. "what? why?," she whined, but you shook your head.

"i just want to rest for a bit," you said, trying to sound calm. "i'll be back down maybe." mijin nodded, but you could tell she was a little skeptical. suhyeok, on the other hand, didn't even look up. he just kept staring off into space, his expression unreadable. you took your drink and headed upstairs, feeling a little relieved to be escaping the tension in the room. as you walked, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were running away from something and you had no idea what it was.

as you walked, you couldn't help but feel a slight wobble in your step. the soju was definitely having an effect, but you knew you weren't as tipsy as you had been the night before. you were determined to keep your wits about you, at least for a little while longer.

as you started up the staircase, you took a deep breath, trying to clear your head. the stairs seemed to stretch on forever, and you felt a wave of dizziness wash over you. just as you were about to lose your balance, you felt a hand on your waist from behind.

the touch was warm and firm, and it sent a jolt of surprise through your body. you turned to see who it was, hoping for a familiar tanned face, but your eyes met kyungho’s. he was standing right behind you, his eyes fixed intently on yours. "careful," he said, his voice low and smooth. "don't want you to fall." his hand was still on your waist, and you could feel the heat of his touch radiating through your body. you felt a flutter in your chest, and suddenly, you were very aware of how close he was standing.

kyungho’s hand remained on your waist as he helped you up the stairs, his grip firm but gentle. you felt a sense of relief wash over you as he steadied you but a pang of disappointment, his presence somehow calming the effects of the soju.

as you reached the top of the stairs, kyungho released his grip on your waist, but his eyes never left yours. "are you okay?" he asked, his voice deep. you nodded, feeling a little more steady on your feet. "yeah, i'm fine. thanks for helping me." kyungho nodded, his expression serious. "i'm going to make sure you get to your room safely," he said, his eyes never leaving yours. as you walked to your room, kyungho followed closely behind you. when you reached the door, he spoke up again. "can i...rest with you inside?" he asked, his voice low but charming.

you felt a flip in your chest at the request, unsure of what to make of it. but there was something in kyungho’s fox-like eyes that made you nod, despite your reservations. "okay," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

you slid open the wooden door to the boys' room, expecting to see cheongsan, daesu, and onjo lounging around. but to your surprise, the room was empty. you turned to kyungho, about to ask where the others were, but before you could say anything, he slid the door shut behind himself and leaned against it.

"they're in the girls' room," he said, his voice low and matter-of-fact.

you raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "what are they doing in there?" you asked, curiosity getting the better of you. kyungho just shrugged, his expression unreadable. "no idea. but we can go find out if you want." he pushed off from the door and gestured for you to follow him.

you declined kyungho’s offer to investigate the girls' room, instead taking a seat on the floor. you placed your drink beside you, feeling the softness of the floor beneath you. kyungho sat down in front of you, but close, his legs crossed in front of him. he placed his drink down next to him, but not before taking a swig of the beer.

as he sat there, you couldn't help but notice how close he was to you. his knees were almost touching yours. you looked up at him, and for a moment, your eyes locked. kyungho’s gaze was intense, but you couldn't quite read his expression. the silence between you was palpable, and you found yourself wondering what he was thinking.

kyungho’s expression changed, a smirk spreading across his face. "you're pretty," he said, his voice low and smooth. his words caught you off guard, and you felt a flutter in your chest. you realized, suddenly, that you two were alone in the room. the others were all downstairs, or in the girls' room, and you were here, alone with kyungho. you looked away, a smile spreading across your face. you rolled your eyes, trying to calm your heart. "you came up here to tell me that?" you asked him. kyungho chuckled, the sound low and husky. "maybe," he said, his eyes glinting with amusement. "maybe i just wanted to get you alone." his words sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt your heart skip a beat. you looked back at him, trying to read his expression. was he flirting with you, or was he just trying to make you uncomfortable?

you felt a bit odd about kyungho’s sudden interest in getting close to you. you rubbed the back of your neck, trying to ease the tension that was building up. but before you could even process what was happening, kyungho scooted closer, his eyes fixed intently on yours. "what do you think about me?" he asked, his voice calm and collected, like he'd done this many times before.

you felt a surge of surprise at the question, and you didn't know how to respond. you looked away, trying to gather your thoughts, but kyungho’s eyes followed you, never leaving yours.

you could feel the weight of his stare, and it made you feel uneasy. you didn't know what kyungho was trying to get at, or what he wanted from you. but one thing was for sure - you couldn't shake off the feeling that he was trying to get under your skin.

you looked back at kyungho, a hint of a smile on your face. "you're fishing for compliments, aren't you?" you said, trying to sound casual despite the butterflies in your stomach. kyungho’s expression didn't change, but you could sense a flicker of amusement in his eyes. he didn't deny it, instead just kept looking at you with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat.

as you sat there, you couldn't help but think about how surreal this moment felt. besides suhyeok, this was the only other time you'd had a boy show interest in you. and it was nerve-wracking, yet thrilling at the same time. you felt like you were walking on unfamiliar ground, unsure of what to expect or how to react. but at the same time, you couldn't deny the excitement that was building up inside you. it was like a spark had been lit, and you couldn't wait to see where this would lead.

kyungho's smirk grew as he leaned back on his hands, his eyes gleaming with amusement in the soft, golden light of the lanterns. "i know you find me attractive," he said, his voice low and smooth, sending a flutter through your chest. "i think it's cute." the intimate atmosphere of the lantern-lit room made his comment feel even more personal, like a whispered secret. you responded by taking a slow sip of your drink, trying to play it cool despite the butterflies in your stomach. kyungho's deep chuckle sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking.

then, his question caught you off guard: "have you ever kissed a guy before?" the words hung in the air, making you freeze, your heart skipping a beat as you struggled to come up with a response.

"yes," you admit cautiously, unsure how much to reveal about your complicated history with suhyyeok. kyungho's expression remains neutral, inviting you to share more. instead, he opens up about his own past, his voice tinged with a hint of wistfulness. "i had just one boyfriend in high school," he begins, "but things got tough when he moved away. we tried to make it work, but ultimately, we had to go our separate ways."

you lean in, curiosity sparkling in your eyes. "how long were you two together?" you ask, your voice low and empathetic. he pauses, a hint of wistfulness flickering across his face. "almost a year," he says finally, his voice tinged with a mix of sadness and resignation.

he takes a deep breath, his eyes clouding over as he delves into his thoughts. "don't you just hate it when you know, deep down, that you're meant to be with someone, but life just keeps throwing obstacles in your way?" his tone is laced with frustration, a sense of helplessness that resonates deeply.

little did kyungho know, you were the precise person to shed light on his query. it was as if the universe was conspiring against you and suhyeok, with every aspect of his life unraveling. despite not being in a relationship yet, the obstacles in your path made it seem like fate itself was opposing on your union.

you nod in understanding, your hand instinctively rising to rub your temples as memories of suhyeok flood my mind. "i'm all too familiar with that feeling," you admit, smoothing out your hair as you collect your thoughts.

he sits up straighter, his eyes locked onto yours with renewed interest, and scoots closer until your legs touch. "really?" he asks, his voice low and curious. "did you have a boyfriend?" you hesitate, unsure of how to articulate your own complicated emotions. "no, it wasn't like that," you began, searching for the right words. "he's just someone i had strong feelings for... or at least, i thought i did." your voice trails off, lost in the uncertainty of it all.

kyungho's hand gently comes to rest on your knee, his fingers rubbing softly in a comforting gesture. a warm smile spreads across his face as he says, "i'm really glad i met you. it feels like we can connect on a deeper level, you know?" he picks up his drink, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "toast to old love and hello to new love!" he exclaims, his voice rising in a playful toast. the absurdity of the moment makes you laugh, and you raise your drink to join in. but for some reason, you can't seem to take a sip…

kyungho drains his glass, his eyes locking onto yours as he sets it down. a sly smirk spreads across his face, his gaze drifting to your lips, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. the air is charged with tension, the weight of his stare making your skin prickle with heat. you meet his gaze, trying to deflect the intensity of the moment, but it only seems to amplify the flutter in your chest. "you really are something, y/n," he murmurs, his voice low and husky, his eyes burning with an inner fire as he holds your gaze. the words send a shiver down your spine, the alcohol in your system igniting a slow burn that threatens to consume you.

your voice barely audible, you whisper, "you think so?" craving reassurance, seeking validation. your eyes locked on kyungho's, anticipating his response.

without realizing it, you feel kyungho's breath on your skin as he leans in, his lips grazing your ear. a shiver runs down your spine. "yes, you're just so good," he murmurs, his words vibrating through your entire body. his cheek brushes against yours, gently nudging your head to the side. the sensation sends a thrill through your lower abdomen, leaving you breathless.

as kyungho's lips graze across your cheek, the anticipation of a kiss hangs in the air. your eyes drift shut, ready to surrender to the moment. but in a flash, your mind, hazed by the effects of alcohol, betrays you. visions of suhyeok in the storage closet, where your lips first met in a spark of passion, flood your senses. reality slams back into focus as your eyes snap open. with a jolt, you push kyungho away, the urgency in your voice echoing through the space. "wait! wait! wait!" you exclaim, scrambling backward, the sudden movement a stark contrast to the intimacy that was almost shared.

kyungho's eyes narrow slightly, his gaze scrutinizing as he takes a step back, concern etched on his face. "you okay?" he asks, his voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty, as if trying to decipher the sudden shift in your demeanor. the soft glow of the lanterns dances across your face, casting eerie shadows that seem to mirror the turmoil within.

you take a deep, labored breath, your chest heaving as you struggle to compose yourself. "yeah, i...i just need a sec," you stammer, your words barely above a whisper. you scramble to your feet, seeking refuge against the nearest wall, putting as much distance between yourself and kyungho as possible.

kyungho's expression morphs into one of confusion, his voice laced with a hint of perplexity. "uh, yeah okay, we can take a break," he says, his words trailing off as he searches for a clue, trying to understand the abrupt halt in the evening's proceedings.

you grasp at your hair, as if clinging to it will steady your reeling senses and shake off the intoxication. but the alcohol's grip is too strong, and you release your hair, letting out a defeated sigh. "i'm so sorry, i just..." you trail off, your words lost in the turmoil of your emotions. you wrap your arms around yourself, seeking comfort, but the gesture feels hollow.

kyungho rises to his feet, his eyes piercing as he interrupts your fragmented apology. "it's the guy, isn't it?" he asks, his voice low and intuitive. you look up, meeting his gaze, and he presses on, seeking confirmation. "the guy you have feelings for?" the question hangs in the air, and you sigh, the sound a mixture of regret and resignation. "i'm really sorry," you whisper, the words barely audible. kyungho's expression darkens, a hint of annoyance creeping into his voice. "what, is he here or something?" he demands, but your silence is answer enough. the air is heavy with unspoken truth.

kyungho's next words are a whispered revelation, a single name that makes you crumple inward, embarrassment and shame washing over you. "suhyeok." the sound of his name is like a key turning in a lock, and you bend forward, wrapping your arms around yourself as if trying to physically contain the turmoil within.

kyungho's words cut through the air, a mixture of concern and frustration. "y/n, you can't let him dictate how you live your life," he cautions, his tone firm but gentle. "if you don't move on from him, things are only going to get worse." his lecture, though well-intentioned, sparks a flicker of irritation within you. you groan, the sound a mixture of exasperation and annoyance, and lift your gaze to meet kyungho's. your eyes, still cloudy from the effects of the alcohol, narrow slightly as you regard him. "yeah, i'm aware," you retort, your voice laced with a hint of defiance, as if daring him to continue his lecture.

kyungho's hands settle on his hips, his eyes cast upward in a resigned sigh. "i'm just saying, y/n," he begins, his tone measured, yet laced with a hint of frustration. "i'm not trying to push you or anything. it's just... seeing a great guy like you, having feelings for someone who doesn't seem to care about your feelings... it's just..." he trails off, the words left unspoken hanging in the air like a challenge.

the silence is broken by his final, blunt assessment. "honestly, pathetic. you're better than that." the words cut deep, but you're beyond hearing them. a numbness washes over you, and you mumble a hasty retreat. "i'm gonna shower." you stumble out of the room, seeking refuge in the bathroom. the door closes behind you with a soft click, and you lean against it, the sound of the lock engaging a welcome barrier between you and the outside world.

you sink onto the closed toilet, drawing your knees up to your chest in a defensive, self-soothing gesture. the burn of unshed tears in your eyes threatens to overwhelm you, as kyungho's words - "honestly, pathetic" - echo through your mind like a cruel mantra.

the alcohol, still coursing through your veins, seems to be stirring up a maelstrom of memories, playing out like a painful movie in your head. scenes from your past, long buried, rise to the surface: the isolation, the bullying, the constant belittling. the words, once hurled at you like daggers - "worthless", "pathetic" - still linger, a toxic legacy that refuses to be extinguished. despite the progress you've made, the happiness you've cultivated, the feeling of being trapped in that dark, helpless place persists. it's as if the wounds of your past, though healed on the surface, still simmer just below, waiting to be reawakened by a careless word, a thoughtless comment. and kyungho's words, though not intended to be cruel, have become the catalyst for this painful journey into your past.

a deep longing washes over you, a yearning that settles in the pit of your stomach and aches within your chest. you're suddenly, overwhelmingly homesick, desperate to be back in the comfort and security of your own home, surrounded by the familiarity and love of your dad. the desire to be there, to feel the warmth and reassurance of your dad's presence, becomes almost noticeable, a physical ache that threatens to overwhelm you.

the knock on the door breaks the silence, but you remain still, unwilling to respond. another knock follows, a gentle rap that seems to hesitate, waiting for an answer that doesn't come. with a sense of resolve, you rise from the toilet and swiftly turn on the shower, the sudden rush of water a deliberate attempt to signal that you're not to be disturbed.

your tactic works, and the knocks cease. the silence that follows is a welcome reprieve, allowing you to collect your thoughts and confront the emotions that threaten to overwhelm you. you stand before the mirror, gazing at your reflection with a mix of sadness and determination.

with a quivering voice, you begin to affirm yourself, the words a desperate attempt to counter the doubts and fears that have long plagued you. "you're strong," you whisper, the sound cracking with emotion. "you're loved, you're amazing, and you are good." the words spill out, a heartfelt mantra that you cling to, even as tears prick at the corners of your eyes. you hold them back, refusing to let them fall, as you strive to find the strength to move forward.

with renewed conviction, you declare, "you will make it far in life," the words ringing out with a sense of determination and purpose. as if to punctuate this affirmation, you begin to shed your clothes, the physical act of removal a symbolic shedding of the emotional burdens that have weighed you down.

you step into the warm shower, the water cascading down upon your head like a soothing balm. the steam rises, enveloping the room in a misty veil, as you stand there, allowing the warmth to seep into your very being. the sensation is almost palpable, a comforting embrace that seems to envelop your entire self, calming your frayed nerves and soothing your troubled mind.

as you emerge from the shower, you're greeted by a disorienting haze that refuses to lift. your vision blurs, and your balance falters, making every step a precarious endeavor. you realize, belatedly, that you must have underestimated the amount of alcohol you consumed. despite this, you manage to change back into your clothes, though the task feels like a herculean effort.

you make your way out of the bathroom, the cool air of the room a welcome respite from the steamy warmth of the shower. you pause, listening intently, and are rewarded with the distant sound of laughter drifting up from downstairs. the silence from upstairs is telling, and you infer that onjo and daesu have either retired for the night or joined the others downstairs.

you enter the boys' room, and your gaze falls upon cheongsan's peaceful form, his chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm as he sleeps. the soft snoring is a soothing soundtrack, and you smile wryly, assuming that daesu must have carried him to bed. with a quiet sigh, you blow out the lanterns, plunging the room into darkness. you climb into bed, feeling the weight of the day bearing down upon you, and will the night to hurry up and be over.

[xmalereaderstuff]

Could I ask for Namor from Wakands forever (K'uk'ulkan) x Top male reader? I don’t have any specific plot I just want to see Namor giving me head and then gettting his back blown out

There wasn’t really a what you won’t and will do (that I could find) but here is my request…

- possibly 🧷 Anon?

Namor x male reader

Summary: look request

A/n: English isn’t my first language… and this is rushed and horrible smut. Lmk if you want a part 2.

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“Ngh, you’re so pretty with your lips around my cock.” Namor looks up at me, choking and coughing tears in his eyes. His saliva dripping from my balls, and his chin. I groan as he struggles to fit it all, gasping for air. Taking in the musky scent of my sweaty balls, his eyes roll back. “You like that smell, huh?” I notice, i push him down again. Gripping his hair, making him gag. “Good boy… doing such good job for me.”

One hand cupping my balls, the other admiring my pecs. Teasing my nipples, earning a moan from me. My head falling back. His tongue circling around the head of my cock. He moans, sending vibrations through my cock. I start moving my hips, both hands gripping his head. “So… Good.” My cock hits the back of his throat. I start thrusting my hips faster, earning moans from Namor. “Please…” I moan, completely out of breath. “Can i cum in your mouth, baby” I ask for permission. He moans, giving me permission.

“Fuck…” I start throat fucking, loosing control. As my thrust become stronger, feeling my release coming. “Nrgh… so- close.” Giving him a warning, he looks up at me. I thrust a final time, cumming in his mouth. Making Namor choke on my thick cum suddenly entering his throat. “Swallow it, baby. Sallow every drop.” I moan as my load enters his mouth. As he sucks me dry, finally taking a deep breath. Some cum dripping down the base of my cock. “You little slut.” He licks my cock clean.

“Fuck me…” Namor groans. “Don’t gotta tell me twice, on the bed. Ass up.” I demand, Namor immediately goes to the bedroom. When I walk in to the bedroom, i’m met with a naked Namor. “So desperate for my cock, huh?” I slap his ass, watching it jiggle. “Just fuck me, raw.” Namor moans out. I slap my cock on his gaping hole. I spit on it and ram my cock in. “Fuck… so tight.”

“Fuck, it’s so big.” Namor moans in pain, as i’m drilling into his ass. My hands find his boner and start to jerk it off. “I’m close baby.” As my second release approached, and Namor’s was also approaching. “Fuckkk!” As he cums, all over the sheets and in my palms. I cum in him, ramming it in until the very last drop.“You whore.”

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Smalltown Boy: Eddie Munson x Reader

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Description: You work at Hawkins Auto Shop, and Eddie brings his van in for an oil change. You catch him checking you out, and you go with him to Lover's Lake. He's nervous as he's never been with a man before, but you do your best to make him feel comfortable and safe…

Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI:  struggles with sexuality, use of the term ‘queer’, LGBTQ+ references, mentions of homophobia, smoking, mentions of adult material, crying, smut, swearing, male reader, anal fingering, unprotected oral sex, protected anal sex

Word Count: 7k

Divider by @cafekitsune

Smalltown Boy

You've just finished servicing Chief Hopper's vehicle when you see a ragged blue van pull into the parking lot of your father's auto shop. The radio inside is blasting metal music for a moment, then the driver kills the engine. He opens the door and hops out, and you immediately recognize him. Eddie Munson, you remember him from your years at Hawkins High. It's been a few years since you graduated, Eddie was a couple years behind you. You'd always found him a bit odd, but so did everyone else. The School Freak.

Despite his harsh namesake, he was always kind to you in the halls and any shared classes. He wasn't mean to anyone who didn't deserve it. There'd been many occasions when he'd taken the beating on behalf of others when the popular kids wanted to pick on the nerds. You'd also found him to be quite cute, his metalhead look had you spellbound at times. But you couldn't tell him that, especially in a small town like Hawkins. And you doubt he would've reciprocated your feelings, you always saw him with girls, anyways.

"Hey, man. Hello?" You snap out of your thoughts to see Eddie standing in front of you, waving his hand in your face. He smiles when you meet his gaze. "Hey, I uh...need an oil change ASAP. Can you help me out?" He says awkwardly, his hand stroking the back of his neck.

"No problem. It'll be a bit of a wait, if you don't mind hanging around." You reply, smiling back at him. "It's Eddie, right?" You ask nonchalantly.

"Yeah, it is. And I'm cool to wait, I'm just gonna have a smoke outside." He hands you the keys to his van, and heads outside. You go to the lot and get inside the van to drive it into the garage for service. You take a moment to examine the inside of the vehicle. You notice lots of metal band tapes in the passenger seat, with some homemade mixes in the bunch. The ashtray is overloaded with half-smoked cigarettes. The smell of beer and weed permeates the interior. In the back there's a small sleeping setup, you imagine Eddie camps out in the van often. Pillows and blankets are strewn about, along with a stack of magazines. Most are Playboy, but there's a couple unexpected issues in the pile too.

You'd recognize it anywhere. Blue Boy magazine. As in a gay porno mag. He seems uncaring about hiding it, and that makes you uneasy. It's dangerous for people like you in this town, any guy you hook up with has to be kept a secret. And most have beaten you up, or at least given you a black eye afterwards. To separate themselves from what they've done with you, putting their true selves back in the closet. For Eddie to be so careless and risk the wrong person seeing it, he could get himself killed. You make a point to tell him so, but discreetly. You don't want him to think you're threatening him, especially now that you might have a chance with him.

You put the idea aside for a moment to move the van into the garage. You get out, and set to work. You keep the garage door open to make it easier to move vehicles in and out, but also because the AC in the shop is busted and it gets hotter than hell in here. You've taken off your uniform shirt, sweat soaking through the white tank top you’re wearing underneath.

You feel eyes watching you just outside the garage, leaning to look behind the hood of the van which blocks your view. You see Eddie leaning against the doorway, his arms crossed casually. He's looking you up and down, possibly checking you out. He's taken off his jacket and vest, holding them in his arms. The sleeves of his Hellfire Club shirt are rolled up, he's also slicked in a light coat of sweat. He seems nervous, like he has something to say but isn't sure how to form the words.

"Do you need something? Or are you gonna stand there staring at me all night?" You ask, beckoning him over when he doesn't reply. He moves towards you slowly, cautiously. Finally, he's standing off to the side of the van, and he swallows hard. "Are you alright, Eddie?" You ask calmly.

"Uh, yeah I just um..." He struggles to get the words out, you notice him dragging his eyes over your body. You're glistening in the dim light of the garage, with stripes of grease on your muscular arms, some on your forehead too. "I just realized I recognize you...from school. Y/N, right?" His breath is shaky, and he's gone very pale. You're afraid he's going to faint.

"Sit down Eddie, you look sick. I'll get you some water." You go into the back of the shop, opening the staff fridge for two bottles of water. You walk back to him, he's sitting cross-legged on the ground, head in his hands. You hold a bottle out to him. "Here, I think you're dehydrated." Eddie looks up at you with sad eyes, taking the bottle from you. He opens it with shaking hands, gulping the contents. "Hey, slow down. You'll make yourself sick if you keep up like that." You sit down on the ground with him. Nobody else is in the shop for the night, the rest of the crew has gone out to the bar to watch the game, your father included. You've never been one for sports, and you want to get in some extra hours in the shop. "Now, is there something else you wanted to tell me?"

"I-" He sighs, shaking his head. "It's nothing. I'll let you get back to work. Sorry." He starts to stand, but you grasp his arm. Eddie's breath hitches, his eyes snap to you in fear. But your kind gaze makes him relax, and he sits back down.

"It's okay, there's nobody else here for the night. You can tell me, Eddie. You were very kind to me in school, let me do the same for you." You look in his eyes, reassuring him. "You seem so scared, would it have anything to do with those magazines you have in the back of your van?" He gasps at your question, eyes going wide. He looks like he's going to bolt, so you gently place your hand on his knee. "You don't need to be afraid. And I wasn't meaning to snoop around in your business. I only know what they are, because I own a few issues myself." You smile at him, rubbing his knee lightly.

He opens his mouth to say something, but closes it again. He seems calmer now, trusting you. He thinks for a moment, and finally speaks. "You aren't going to tell anyone, are you?" You're surprised at first, but then you remember all the times you've heard that question before.

"Of course I'm not going to tell anyone. I know what it's like in this town, anyone who's 'different' has a target on their back. I've had my ass kicked by many hookups who don't want anyone to know." You realize you've implied Eddie is trying to fuck you. "Not that I think you're wanting to do that. I just mean, I don't make it a habit to tell people's secrets. Especially when I don't want my own secret getting out."

"Who said I didn't want to?" He says shyly, looking down at his hands. He raises his face after a moment, meeting your gaze again. "Fuck you, I mean, not kick your ass." He smirks, gaining a small amount of confidence. You're shocked at him asking. Sure, he is very attractive, but you didn't expect things to go this way tonight. You aren't sure he's ready for it either.

"Are you sure you're ready for that, Eddie? I mean, you almost passed out from just staring at me and dancing around your feelings." Your hand moves from his knee to his shoulder. Eddie's hand rests on top of yours, his rings cold against your skin. You shiver slightly at the feeling.

"I think I am. I mean, I've been with lots of girls before, how much different can it be?" You laugh at his statement, and his smile disappears. His eyes sadden again, he's almost on the verge of tears.

"Oh, Eddie. I'm sorry, I promise I'm not mocking you. It's just that I've also been with plenty of women before, and it's not quite the same. Similar, yes, but plenty of differences, too. I don't want to make you uncomfortable, or have you regret it if you're not truly ready. Because I like you, I've always liked you. And I don't want to end up hurting you."

"I'm glad you're so concerned about me. It's really cute, actually." He chuckles. "But I promise you, you won't hurt me. And since I also like you quite a lot, I know I won't regret it." He reaches over to touch your cheek, making you blush slightly.

You take a moment to consider his words. You really like him, and he seems to like you too. But you have reservations about being Eddie's first man. You remember your first, how kind and gentle he was, how he made sure you were comfortable. It ended up being one of the best nights of your life. You realize you can be that man for Eddie, you can guide him. You can make sure he's safe. He might not be so lucky with the next man he tries to engage with. You've had plenty of your own experiences where you'd been treated too rough, almost ending up in the hospital a few times. You don't want that to happen to Eddie. "Alright, I'll help you. But let me finish up with your van first. I'll need to grab a couple things from the back office before we leave. And if at any point you feel uncomfortable, you tell me and we'll stop, okay?" You search his eyes for any doubt, but he seems set on this.

"Sounds like a plan to me. I'm gonna have another smoke though, to calm my nerves." He smirks, standing up with you. You're both very close to each other now, and the air suddenly feels electric. He keeps looking down at your lips, then back to your eyes. He moves even closer, his mouth only centimeters away. He's panting slightly, nervous again. "Can I kiss you, Y/N?" He asks, barely above a whisper.

"Yes. Please." You say just as quietly. Eddie leans in, connecting his mouth to yours. It's soft and plush, you immediately kiss him back. You grab his shoulders and pull him closer, biting his lip. He moans, allowing your tongue access to tangle with his. Your hands go into his damp hair, tugging on it lightly. He moans again, his hands moving to squeeze your ass. You moan this time, not wanting to let Eddie go. But you can't do this here, out in the open where someone could drive by and see you. You pull away, almost gasping for air. Your head rests against his for a moment. "You're really good at that, Eddie. But we can't do this here, it's not safe. Go have your smoke and I'll finish with the van, okay?"

"'Kay." He nods bashfully, backing away from you to turn and go outside. You notice his cock has hardened in his tight jeans, which turns you on even more. He wants you so badly, and you want him just as much.

"Fuck, you are so hot, Eddie. You're lucky I have self control." You say as you stare at his crotch. He looks down, blushing when he realizes how worked up he is already.

"You're not so bad yourself, Y/N. I'll go have that smoke now, and think about baseball or something." He laughs, walking backwards out of the garage as he speaks. You laugh at his remark, and he turns around to wait outside for you.

You make quick work of changing the oil, wanting to get back to Eddie as soon as humanly possible. He tastes so good, like tobacco and strawberry candy. You find yourself craving him, feeling your own cock harden in your grease-stained pants at the thought. You shut the hood forcefully, wiping your hands with a rag. You go to the back to freshen yourself up a bit. In the bathroom you splash water on your face, and scrub as much grease off your body as possible. You take a look at yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair. You find yourself feeling anxious. You're used to fucking random men, so what's the big deal? But you suppose Eddie is different. You know him, at least more than you've known the others. Your stomach flutters with a swarm of butterflies, you do your best to tame them.

You go to your locker in the office, pulling out some street clothes. Just jeans and a t-shirt. You change into them quickly, piling your uniform on a desk to take home to wash. You also grab a bottle of lube and a box of condoms from the locker. You keep them at the shop just in case, and Eddie is proof of their necessity. You put your belongings into your backpack, and proceed to turn off all the lights and lock up for the night. You go out through the garage, tossing Eddie the keys to the van. He catches them with a grin, flicking his cigarette away. He gets in the van, pulling it out into the lot while you push the button to shut the garage door behind you. You open the passenger door, seeing Eddie tossing his tapes into the back.

"Sorry about the mess, Y/N. I don't usually have passengers. At least, not in the front." He laughs, looking you over as you climb in. You toss your backpack behind you on the blankets and pillows. "You clean up good, babe." He stares at you a moment as you clip your seat belt on.

"I like when you call me that. You’re pretty handsome yourself." You meet his gaze, smiling at him. "So, is Lover's Lake alright?" You ask.

"Uh, yeah...sure." Eddie nods. He pulls out of the lot, and you're on your way to the most notorious hook-up spot in Hawkins. You spend most of the drive in silence, both of you too nervous to speak. You glance at him occasionally, but he's focused on the road. You notice his fingers tapping on the steering wheel incessantly, and you put your hand on his thigh to get him to relax. He tenses under your touch for a moment, before he softens with a low sigh. He looks at you for a second, smiling widely. "Thanks for that. I'm sorry for being so nervous."

"No need to be sorry, Eddie. I was nervous the first time too. And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous right now. I've got goddamn butterflies because of you." You chuckle. He laughs too, loudly this time. He seems to relax little by little when you talk. You move your hand up and down his thigh gently, his breath hitches when you get close to his dick.

"Careful, Y/N. Don't wanna make me crash, do you?" He glances at you briefly. You're tempted to move further, but decide to keep your hand in place, stroking him. "Fuck. You’re quite the tease. Got half a mind to pull over right now." He shudders as you continue to touch him.

"It's just a bit longer, Eddie. Then you can have whatever you want." The last five minutes of the drive are quiet, the air between you slowly igniting. When he finally parks the van, you move your hand directly onto his cock. He gasps at your touch, and you palm him through his jeans. "Move to the back, babe." You say, ceasing your groping. He whines at the loss, needy for you. He obeys your request, flopping himself down onto the pile of bedding. You follow behind him, positioning yourself on top of Eddie. Your knees are on either side of his, and you caress his cheek. You look into his eyes, searching again for any doubt about how tonight will go. When you find none, you lower your lips onto his. He quickly returns the kiss, wrapping his arms around your neck to pull you closer. Your mouths move in sync, tongues fighting for dominance. Eddie puts up a good fight, but he eventually yields to you. You can tell he's used to being in charge. But for his safety, you need to take that role tonight.

"I've always wanted to do this. I never thought I'd have the chance, especially not with a man as sexy as you." He looks up at you meaningfully, running his fingers through your short hair. You start kissing his neck, causing him to moan. You nip at the skin, and more noises spill out of him. Eddie runs his hands down your back, digging his nails in as you mark him with hickeys. "It's funny…" He breathes out. "I feel like a girl in this position. I like it though. Jesus, I hope I'm not being weird." You stop teething on him to meet his eyes.

"It's not weird at all. I get what you mean. I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, though." You resume your work, and Eddie snakes his hand down your front until he grazes your cock. You moan into his ear, and he grips your length. "You want to go further, baby?" You whisper in his ear, making him shiver.

"Yes. Please." He replies softly. You sit up to remove your shirt, and he mirrors you. You're both topless now, taking in each other's bodies for a moment. You explore him with your hands, running your fingers over his tattoos. "You like those, huh? I'm surprised you don't have any." He reaches over to feel you now. Your glistening muscles entrance him, he can't help but stare. You're the most beautiful man he's ever seen. Way better than any of the guys in the magazines.

"I've always wanted at least one. They're badass. But I can never think of what I would want on my body forever."

"I can give you one sometime, if you want. Just stick and poke, but you can do a lot with that." He smirks at you briefly, but it dissolves quickly, his motions coming to a stop. He's realizing what he said, assuming you'd want to see him again after tonight. "Sorry, I'm making plans for no reason. You probably don't want to see me after tonight." He looks down, his face falling into sadness again. You lift his chin with your finger, kissing him softly.

"Don't make assumptions, Eddie. Who knows? Maybe I do want to see you again. But let's not worry about that, okay? Just focus on right now. And right now, I want you to lay down." He does as you ask, and you slowly strip him of his remaining clothes. You slip his sneakers and socks off. Then you go to his belt, slowly undoing it. His breathing gets heavier as you work, eyes glued on your every move. You pull his jeans down along with his boxers. He's on full display to you, his cock hard and leaking precum. You look him in the eyes as you take his length in your hand.

"Fuck, Y/N." Eddie moans as you begin to pump him. You go slow, not wanting to overwhelm him. You bring your head down to lick a stripe up from the base to the head. His hips buck involuntarily, and he calls your name again. You hold his hips to steady him, taking his entire length in your mouth. He gasps, hand shooting down to hold the back of your head. You bob up and down on him, swirling your tongue as you go. His lips let a stream of curses and moans flow into your ears as you work him. You feel his edge nearing, so you release him from your mouth with a pop. "Jesus fucking Christ, you're really good at that."

"You wanna try it for yourself, Eddie?" You ask him, he sits up on his elbows to look at you.

He grins again. "I thought you'd never ask." You switch places with him, laying down on the surprisingly soft pile of blankets. Eddie copies your actions, stripping off your pants and shoes. He pulls your underwear off afterwards, taking his time. When your cock springs free, his jaw drops. He's so intrigued by it, as he's never handled one not attached to himself before. He eagerly grasps your length in his hand, and it's your turn to moan. He licks the same stripe you gave him, maintaining eye contact with you the whole time. His gaze makes your skin burn with lust, and you can't help but groan loudly when he finally takes you in his mouth. He tries to impress you by taking all of you at once, but he ends up gagging.

"It's okay, Eddie. Don't push yourself past your limit." You reassure him as he's blushing at his failure to deepthroat you on the first try. He takes what he can of you in his mouth again, doing the same tongue swirl. "Fuck, Eddie. You're doing so well. Keep going, I'll let you know when to stop." He goes up and down on you, stroking what won't fit with his hand. He wants to make you feel as good as you make him feel. It's like you're on fire, pleasure building and building under your skin. You sense your orgasm quickly approaching, pushing Eddie off of you. "That's enough, babe. There's still more to do."

"It sure was fun, though." He lets your cock fall from his grip, smashing his lips onto yours. You tangle your hands in his hair, tugging again. He groans into your mouth, and straddles you. He grinds his cock against yours, causing both of you to whimper. You keep up with his rhythm, the friction between you feeling so fucking good. You don't want him to stop, but you don't want to cum just yet. You break away, causing him to whine.

"So eager, aren't you? Just be patient, baby." You stroke his cheek, his eyes fluttering shut. "Let me go into my bag. Then we'll get to the good part." He lifts himself off of you, taking your place as you crawl over to your bag. You unzip it, pulling out the lube and condoms. You turn to face him again. You stop in your tracks, you're taken aback by how beautiful Eddie looks like this. He's all laid out to you, his hair splayed about on the blankets, his skin slicked with a fresh coat of sweat. He's so gorgeous, and he's all for you.

"Whatcha got there, sweetheart?" He asks with a grin. You show him the items, his eyes go wide again.

"You okay, Eddie? We don't have to do anything else if you don't want to."

"No, I definitely want to.” He insists. “I want you to fuck me, Y/N. I need you, just tell me what I have to do." His eyes are glistening, almost teary again. He's waited so long to be able to explore this part of himself. He's tired of hiding away. Sure, he loves women, but he wants to be with men too. And until now, he's been too scared to ask anyone. Ask the wrong man in a town like this and you're a pariah. Or worse, you're dead.

"Okay, babe. Just relax. Which way do you want to do this? Either I'm in you or you're in me. I'm fine with whatever you want, Eddie." You stroke his thigh again, comforting him. He takes a moment to think about it.

"I want you in me. And if it's not too much, could we do it again the other way?" He asks shyly, his cheeks burning red.

"Of course, sweetheart. I think it would be good for you to know which way you prefer. So, first, I'll have to loosen you up a little with my fingers, okay? And again, just tell me if it's not working for you." He nods, staring at you expectantly. "Alright, I'm going to have you get on your hands and knees for me, it's just easier to maneuver that way." He gets into position, shuddering in anticipation. You steady him with your hand on his back, he calms down a bit. You open the lube, squirting some onto two fingers. Your dry hand grabs his ass, squeezing gently. He moans quietly, awaiting your next move. You bring one finger to his tight hole, you massage the outside of it slowly, and he groans again. Once he seems to lean into the new sensation, you slowly push the finger inside of him.

"Y/N!" He cries. You almost pull back out, worried you've hurt him. "No, don't stop. Please, keep going." You continue, pumping your finger in and out of him, more beautiful sounds falling freely from his lips. After he's accustomed to you, you add a second finger. "Shit, it feels so different. So fuckin' good though." You continue moving inside of him until you feel like he's ready for your dick. You remove your fingers, and Eddie whines at the loss. You rip open a condom, rolling it over your cock. You squeeze more lube onto your length, gasping at the coolness of it. You kneel behind him, grabbing his hips.

"I'm going to put myself inside you now. Just say the word if it's too much, babe." He nods in agreement, and you slowly push your length into him. Moans burst from both of your mouths, he feels so tight around you. "You doin’ okay, Eddie?" You ask through gritted teeth.

"Yes, more than okay. Please, give me more." You love how much he's asking, begging you to fuck him. He's wanted this for a long time, and you're more than happy to grant his wish. You start thrusting inside him, taking it slow. He moans your name over and over like a chant. You can't help but moan back. "Faster, Y/N. Please." You obey his request, snapping your hips. You knock the breath out of him, and he groans when it returns. "Fuck, it feels so good. Too fucking good." He's putty in your hand, calling out praises at you with each thrust. The sound of your moans and skin slapping fill the van, which shakes in time with your movements.

"You're taking me so well, Eddie. And you're so fucking tight." You're getting closer to the edge, picking up the pace to bring Eddie with you. "Are you close, babe?" You ask breathlessly.

"Fuck. Yes. Go faster. Cum with me." He's a panting mess beneath you, the noises spurring you on. You snap your hips even faster, going at inhuman speed. You feel yourself losing it, cum filling the condom as you continue moving inside Eddie. You hear him reach his high, his load spurting out of his cock and onto the blankets. "Fuck, Y/N!" He shouts as his orgasm rocks through him. You gradually stop thrusting, pulling yourself out of his ass carefully. You tie off the condom and toss it in your bag to dispose of later. Eddie's laying with his lower half still in the air, in utter shock of how strong his orgasm was.

"You alright, Eddie?" You ask, helping him lay down next to you. You rest his head on your chest, stroking his hair. He doesn't say anything, but you feel his breath stuttering. And there's tears falling from his eyes. "Hey, hey. It's okay, babe. I didn't hurt you did I?" You sit both of you up to look in his eyes. His lip is quivering slightly, and his eyes are red.

"No, you didn't hurt me, I promise. You were so good. I just-" He starts to sob, and you bring him into your chest. You kiss the top of his head, feeling yourself lose a couple tears as well. He wraps his arms around your middle, letting everything out.

You understand how he feels. This is the first time he's been able to act on a part of himself that the world says is wrong. It wasn't too long ago when you were in his shoes, longing to be fully open with someone. You can only hope the future will bring a more forgiving society. One where who you are or who you love doesn't matter. One where the content of your character counts above all else. Not just for your sake, but for Eddie's. He's such a bright young man, but this cruel world forces him to hide himself away. You find it so unfair, because you think he deserves everything he desires. You wish you could give it all to him. Maybe you can't do all that, but you can give him this moment. And as the man who was your first did for you, you can make Eddie feel whole.

"Fuck." Eddie sniffles, chuckling. "I feel so silly, Y/N. But I feel like I don't have to explain anything to you. You just understand it. You understand me. You make me feel special." He wipes his eyes, looking up at you. "Can I make you feel special now?" He makes himself level with you again, eyes pleading to return the favor. And who are you to deny him?

"Yes, Eddie. You can." You kiss him deeply, pulling away a moment later. "How about a smoke break first, hm?" You stroke his arm gently, giving him goosebumps.

"Sounds good to me." Eddie smiles, crawling over to his jacket, pulling out two cigarettes and a lighter. He puts them both in his mouth, igniting the ends. He hands one over to you, and you happily take it. You lean against the side of the van, smoking thoughtfully. You feel his eyes trained on you, watching your muscles flex as you take a drag, or breathe. "You're so gorgeous, Y/N. Like one of those marble statues or something."

You glance at him, chuckling as you blush at his compliment. "Thank you, Eddie. That's really sweet of you to say. You're very handsome too, you know."

"Thanks." He says sheepishly, his cheeks matching yours. The both of you smoke silently, running your free hands up and down each other's bodies. Your bare flesh sizzles at Eddie's touch, and you can't stop staring into his big brown eyes. He takes notice of your erection, gripping it greedily while smirking at you.

"Shit, Eddie." You moan out, letting him pump you in his hand. You keep smoking, feeling the nicotine wash through you as he jerks you off. Your head is full of lust, swirling with sensation. He stops, taking your spent cigarette from you, putting it out along with his in the ashtray. He returns to your side, kissing your burning skin roughly. He plants his lips all over your body, from your neck, to your chest, your thighs, wherever you'll let him reach. You breathe heavily, savoring every wet mark of his mouth to your flesh.

Eddie moves in front of you, positioning himself to take your dick into his mouth again. You groan as your length disappears past his lips, and he hums on you as he takes as much as he can. His tongue swirls around you as he bobs up and down, his hand pumping what he can't fit between his plush lips. He glances at you as he sucks you off, winking when he sees your fucked-out expression. He keeps going for a few minutes, but his jaw soon gets tired. He lets your dick fall out of his mouth, along with some drool. He wipes it away, looking at you again. "Sorry, I'm not very good at that yet." He says, sounding embarrassed.

"That's alright, Eddie. You did so well." You stroke his hair, trying to make him feel better. "You wanna fuck me now, babe?" You ask breathily, and he perks up at your suggestion.

"Fuck, yes." He straddles you, clashing his mouth with yours. His hands grip your hair, tugging roughly. You moan into his touch, dragging your nails down his back. Eddie can't help rubbing his cock against yours, creating welcome friction. He moves on you like an animal in heat, his lips migrate to your neck. He licks your skin, sucking on it to leave dark hickies. He seems more confident now, and so very eager to please you.

The inside of the van feels like a sauna, the two of you radiating pure lust. "You're such an insatiable little thing." You chuckle lowly, bringing his head up to face you again. "How do you want me?" Your hand caresses his face gently, your eyes searching for doubts again.

Eddie's breath stutters, he's contemplating your question carefully. "Is it comfortable for you to lay on your back?" He asks, unsure of himself again. When you don't immediately reply, he almost dismisses the idea. "We can do it the other way if that's easier, I don't mind." His gaze falls, worried he’s ruined the mood. You use your finger to lift his chin.

"I can lay down for you, no problem. Don't be so nervous to ask for what you want, Eddie." You tenderly kiss his lips, making him melt. Your hand casually brushes over Eddie's cock, making him gasp. "Let me get comfortable, okay?" You say, barely above a whisper as you teasingly grip his length in your hand for a second.

"'Kay." He exhales, climbing off your lap once you release him from your grasp. You take out another condom from your bag, handing it to Eddie along with the bottle of lube. You shift your body to lay on the blankets, putting your knees up for him. He sits before you, holding the objects you gave him. "Should I loosen you up first, Y/N?" He asks, setting the condom down. He looks so adorable, gazing at you with wide, unsure eyes.

"Yes, just do as I did to you earlier. One finger first, start slow. Then add another, okay? And don't worry about having too much lube, it's better than not having enough. Take you time, baby. And relax, this ain't my first rodeo." You laugh, and he does too. He nods his head at your instructions, seeming more relaxed now. He squirts some lube onto a finger, lowering it between your legs. He mimics your actions, massaging your puckered hole first. You moan quietly, nodding encouragingly when he looks at you again. "Go ahead." You breathe out, anxiously waiting for his digit to enter you. He finally slips it in, his mouth falling open at how warm you feel around him. "Fuck." You groan, looking deep into his eyes.

He starts to pump in and out of you slowly, watching every reaction of yours. He's teasing you, smirking as you consistently moan and curse for him. Your hearts race, breathing so heavily it's borderline hyperventilating. You've never been this easily revved up before, especially given how experienced you are. But Eddie's much different, you're genuinely attracted to him as more than just a casual fuck in the woods. "Should I go faster? Or add another one?" He asks expectantly.

"Another, please." You almost whine at him, scoffing mentally at your tone. You don't whine, at least, not usually. He's truly having an almost supernatural effect on you. His smirk grows wider, pushing another finger inside you. Your moans get louder, and he takes that as a signal to speed up. "Shit, you're really good at this." You praise him lustfully, laying your head down to focus on the sensations coursing through you.

"You're so sexy when you moan for me." He continues fingering you, laying his body over yours to kiss you as he does so. You could lay like this for hours, just enjoying the taste of his mouth and him working your asshole with his hand. Your dick is leaking precum, dripping onto your stomach. He breaks away from the kiss, his eyes blown out with hunger. "Can I be inside you now?" He stares down at you, and you nod. He carefully slides his fingers out of you, making you groan at the loss.

Eddie sits on his knees, ripping open the condom, before rolling it onto his cock. You watch him, propped up on your elbows. He pours the lube onto himself, cursing at the coldness of it. He spreads it around with his hand, and lays over you once again. He waits for you to give him the go-ahead, positioning himself outside your entrance. "I'm ready, baby. Just start slow." You put your hands on his shoulders, steadying him as his dick pushes slowly into your ass. "Oh, fuck." You call out, gripping his shoulders harder.

"Shit…you’re so tight." Eddie chokes out as he fully slides into you. He lets you get used to his size, and you nod for him to start thrusting. He keeps intense eye contact with you, looking at you almost lovingly. You both moan repeatedly as he slowly moves inside you. "Jesus, I'm not gonna last long like this, Y/N." He says, trying to remain calm. He's overwhelmed by how snug and warm your insides are, it's like nothing else on earth.

"That's okay, Eddie. I can speed myself along to cum with you." You reply breathily, taking hold of your own cock. He picks up speed, setting a steady pace. "You feel so fucking good, Eddie. You're doing so well for me." You praise him, feeling waves of pleasure washing over you. You watch Eddie's facial expressions as he fucks you, he's got sweat on his brow and he can't stop moaning your name. He's hitting just the right spot inside you, setting your insides on fire. "How does it feel, Eddie? Tell me."

"Fuckin’ unbelievable, Y/N. Like nothing I've ever felt before. You're so tight and warm. Jesus Christ, I'm so close already." He speaks absent-mindedly, in pure disbelief of how good this all is.

"I know, I'm getting there too. Try to hold it for me, keep going." You jerk yourself harder in your hand, and Eddie pounds into you even faster. "Oh, Eddie!" You cry out, bucking your hips involuntarily. Your movement tugs on him, and he groans so loud in response. You're so close to the edge, and you desperately want to come undone. "Fuck me harder, please." You beg him, and he happily grants your request.

"Oh, God. Oh, shit. Fuck, Y/N. I'm gonna cum." His words are strangled in his throat as his high overtakes him. His mouth falls agape, and his eyes squeeze shut. Eddie's cock empties into the condom, and he keeps thrusting to take you down with him.

You ferociously stroke yourself, letting your orgasm rip through you. "Fuck- shit." Is all you can manage to say as your cum spurts onto your stomach and chest. Your whole body feels like it's combusted into a million stars. Your eyes roll in the back of your head, toes curling as you ride out your high.

Eddie slows down, eventually coming to a stop. He gently pulls out of you, a groan escaping your lips as your insides clench around nothing. He disposes of the condom, and you just lay here staring dumbly at the roof of the van. "You alright, Y/N?" Eddie asks, quickly coming to your side. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" He lays next to you, playfully stroking your face.

Your thoughts are clouded by what just took place, you're completely fuck-struck. It's a wonder you can string a sentence together at all. "Uh, I'm fine. You didn't hurt me, I promise." You swallow hard, trying to catch your breath. "You just-...it was really good." You chuckle in disbelief, turning your head to align with his. "You're amazing." Your eyes flick to his lips, and back to his eyes. You want to kiss him, hold him and never let go. You feel like a madman with all these thoughts swimming languidly in your mind.

"You're not so bad yourself, Y/N. You're the best man I've ever slept with." He says, laughing dizzily.

"I'm the only man you've ever slept with." You chuckle back, rolling your eyes at his antics.

"True. But if there ever is another, you'll be a tough act to follow." Eddie smiles at you, picking up on what you want as he lowers his mouth to dance with yours. His hand snakes behind your head to hold you closer as he bites your lower lip. You moan for him, letting his tongue slide in to tangle with your own. He's such a good kisser, it's like a second language to him. And what he's doing tells you everything you need to know. He has no intention of letting you go, he can't explain it. There's something about you that he's drawn to, and it's definitely not just your cock. You're special, and you make him feel like he's special too. "It's unlikely, though. I think I like you too much to say goodbye."

Your eyes widen at his words, surprised that you both seem to be on the same page. You grip the sides of his face with your hands, trying to telepathically communicate just how strongly you agree. "So don't." You reply quietly, briefly kissing him again. His doe eyes flutter shut when you do, and butterflies swarm around wildly in your bellies. You pull him closer to you, laying his head on your muscular chest. He nuzzles against you, putting his leg over yours to stay warm.

"I want to stay like this forever, Y/N." Eddie blurts out, his fingers dancing on your bicep. His tone is blissful, if not twinged with slight sadness at his realization of how unreasonable that request is.

"We can certainly try, Eddie." Your arms hold him closer, wishing for this moment to last for eternity.

The End.