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14thgalerie · 1 year ago

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dreamin' of him

• pairing: theodore nott x reader

• now playing: a little death by the neighbourhood / fuck it i love you by lana del rey

• word count: 5.7k

• genre: fluff

— a part of this is inspired by this scenario i saw on tiktok, can't exactly remember it which vid it was. anyways enjoy this little random scenario that i'm pretty sure is horrible because i didn't bother to proofread it again.

You shot right up from your sleep, limbs tangled in the sheets that had been strewn about haphazardly. The room is still as dark as it had been when you fell asleep with only the faint light of the full moon serving as your guiding light.

You drop your head onto your hands that sit on your folded knees, pressing the heels of your palm into your eyes until you can only see white. Ignoring the pain only so that you can be rid of the images that keep flashing in your mind.

It was excruciating, it played like a broken VHS record on your parents’ television back home. Every millisecond, a frame of you in such a vulnerable embrace with–

No. Y/N, stop it.

You were grappling with your sanity, feeling yourself incredulous at how such an idea came to fruition in your mind. Several nights’ on the end of this senseless, out-of-the-world dream that popped out of nowhere. The both of you hardly spoke with one another, for Merlin’s sake.

Throwing your head back, giving up on forcing the images out of your thoughts. Your head was spinning. Slamming your temple against the solid, wooden headboard behind you until you hear a ring resonating through your ears.

How did you let yourself get into this? What happened that you are being haunted— if that’s what you would even call it — by these dreams?

It’s been days of sleepless nights and you are plain tired. He must have cursed you. There was no other reason for this, right? He could be annoying when he wanted to be.

With your back resting on the headboard, you see that your dorm mates haven’t gotten back yet. Still, you remain seated as you wonder where they are, staring at the open window to your right.

“You’re the only one that can do this to me, Y/N…”

You gasp and sit straight, slapping your forehead with your open palm, trying to chase the image away. Throwing a glance at your watch that sits on the bedside table, you see that it’s only an hour and a half before you are supposed to wake up.

Exhaling loudly, you shove the blankets away from your body, feeling a warmth creep up on you. Maybe a good, cold, and long shower will distract you for good.

Grabbing a change of clothes, you head straight for the bathroom in your dorm. Now’s one of the few times you are glad that the dorms at Hogwarts have their own showers.

Looking at the small, worn mirror above the sink, you chuckle humorlessly at how disheveled your appearance is. Anyone who sees you right now might think that your dreams are last night’s reality.

Stepping under the painful cold water, your body unconsciously jolts at the shock.

Thinking about it makes your heart race. It gives you jitters, too. The feeling wasn't much to your liking. It was distracting. Not to mention it made you feel so... vulnerable. A shiver ran up your spine. You paused for a breath to calm your heightened nerves.

This has to end soon. You couldn’t stand another night spent thinking of him, of all people.

“I uh- I need to go.” You cough, clearing your throat, hands shaking slightly as you move to stand up. “I still have this essay for Potions.”

“What- Hey wait, Y/N!” Harry reaches out, nearly missing your arms.

“Why are you suddenly running off? It’s not due until next week?” Giving you a worried look. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, Harry. I feel extraordinarily perfect, I just- I wanna go back to my room right now.” You sigh, looking up at him. Your body remains tense under his tight grip. “So please let me go.”

Harry tries to not look disappointed, giving a quick glance back at your two other friends who watch you in silence. “Alright then, but if you need anything, you know where to find us.”

Giving him a small nod before pivoting in your heel, you walked straight to the Great Hall's large entryway. You ignored the way your skin burned with the intensity of the searing eyes that had locked onto you since its entry.

“Why did you leave in such a hurry?” A cool voice asks from behind you.

You freeze.

“Pardon?” You conjure up a reply, bluntly.

“Ok- what’s got your knickers in a twist?”

“Nothing!” You reply defensively. Wanting nothing more than to be back within the confines of your dorm room.

“Alright, alright. I got it.” The cool, calm voice waves off an erratic rhythm to your heart. You continue to stare forward along the corridor, paying no mind as he circles around until there is a face attached to the voice. “I was just wondering why you skittered out of the Hall faster than when you were caught by Filch with the Weasley twins.”

Tilting your chin towards your chest, “What do you want, Nott?”

“Nothing.” He shrugged, “I was just curious, that is all.”

You scoff at the mockery clear in his tone. “Seriously, what is it? Because if you’re only here to be an annoying twat, I have better places to be.”

You purposely bump into his shoulder as you make your way past him. Not in the mood to play along with him right now. Not when that stupid smirk of his is reeling images that you have been tirelessly trying to be rid of. Images that are the cause of your cranky attitude in the mornings.

From the corner of your eyes, you see him cock his head slightly to the right. Another thing you hate. He becomes more incessantly annoying when you are visibly annoyed by him.

“Nott.” You warn.

“What?“ He asks, amusement clear in his tone. “Am I not allowed to walk the same grounds that you do now?”

“Walk elsewhere. I am quite sure that you know of other paths from here to wherever you are to go. With your many endeavors, it’ll be stupid if you didn’t.” You murmur the latter under your breath.

“What was that?” He catches up to you, walking leisurely with his long legs. “Didn’t quite hear that last part properly.”

Before you could reply, a shout from the courtyard called both of your attention. A redhead girl from Ravenclaw was waving in your direction. You turn to look at Theodore who has now turned his sight back to you.

“I think she’s waiting for you.” You swiftly walk towards your house tower, making haste before he follows you again.

Unbeknownst to you, his stare remains fixated on you until your figure disappears around the corner. Only then does he wave back at the girl and make a quick return to the Hall where he left his friends mid-conversation.

It wasn’t the last that you see of Theodore after, nor was it the last morning when you woke up groggy and irritated at the lack of sleep. It seems that since then, the both of you find yourselves orbiting each other much more often than before.

Not that you found it all disappointing.

There were times that he was a good companion to have around— forget the hooded eyes that left you conscious every time. When he isn’t being an annoying twat, he knew how to hold a conversation with you; your lack of similarities is a good point as you were able to share things that the other didn’t know of.

But in truth, Theodore searched for you. In the boisterous chatters of students in the corridors, between the towering bookshelves of the library, through the window of the dimly lit Potions classroom where he has a clear view of Hagrid’s hut where you and your friends frequent.

He looks for you in all places, unable to help himself from an attempt to have a glimpse of you.

He did give his best efforts to tuck away his inexplainable attraction to you recently, and he wouldn’t dare admit that there is even a chance that he does. His denial was a fortress but cracks appeared within its walls with each time he talks to you.

“She’s at the Hospital Wing.” Blaise hesitatingly brings up.

He almost jerks up from his comfortable position on the couch where he and Blaise are observers of their other friend’s drunken endeavors. But he manages to grab a hold of himself before the other notices.

“Why bother telling me?” His forced indifference is not as apathetic as he wished it to be. “I don’t care.”

“Oh shut up, Theo. I have never seen you so utterly fond of another girl like you do with her.” Blaise retracts back to what he was gonna say, “Anyways, I hear she will be a volunteer ahead of the Quidditch match this Sunday.”

He doesn’t reply, letting the words of his friend slip from one ear to another. You were interesting. He was unsure how, in the many years you’ve known one another, that you caught his eye now.

“She’s nice, not unlike some of her friends at Gryffindor.” Blaise continues with his taunting, eager to see a reaction from Theo. “Even managed to convince me to be her partner for Herbology.”

Theo makes a noise in a mix between a scoff and a chuckle. “From the sound of how you speak of her, it’s like you’re the one that has caught butterflies.”

Blaise simply hums, nodding to himself. “Maybe.”

Not another word slips from him again. The silence of his relinquishment makes Theo’s heart skip a nervous beat. Blaise never gives up that easily.

“Hello there.” A voice makes you look up from your book which you have been drowned in since hours ago. To your surprise, it was Blaise.

“What are you doing here?” You ask. Curious why he had so suddenly appeared beside you while you were studying. You scour your brain, trying to remember if you had a project with him that ultimately passed by you.

“Go to Hogsmeade with me later.” Blaise blurts out while you gather your books that are scattered along the table.

“Huh?” You look up at him with wide eyes. You give out a confused laugh. Maybe you didn’t understand him, right? “Did I hear you right? Hogsmeade? The two of us?”

“Well, don’t make it sound like it’s such an atrocious thing.” He makes a sound of mock offense; even making the choice to put a hand above his chest. To which you vehemently shake your head.

“Gosh no! It’s just-“ You trail off. “Why all of a sudden?”

“Nothing at all…” He shrugs, but that look on his face tells you entirely different. The mischievous expression that is ever so slightly slipping through. “Just wanted to hang out with a good friend of mine.”

You look at him with a confused frown, unsure of what he’s doing. “Since when were we good friends? Last I checked we only talked every now and then and it was really only just for projects.”

“Just come with me, will you?”

“No.” You shake your head to further make your point. “Tell me why first and maybe I’ll consider.”

Blaise sighs, giving up. He had expected that you would not be giving in so easily to his request, after all, you weren’t really that close. But he still thought that it was worth the try, he is tired of Theo acting like he’s better than his emotions. He decides to tell you.

Well… somewhat.

“Alright, lady. I want to make a friend of mine jealous.” You hummed, listening intently. Wondering why he chose you to do it. “Also, because you’re the only person that I genuinely enjoy hanging with from other houses.”

“Will you tell me who’s the friend?” You ask.

“No.” He quickly replies, “But Y/N…I’ll treat you with anything you want at the Three Broomsticks or wherever else. Just please.” He draws out the please, adding hints or really a dump load of sweetness to it to charm you.

You think for a second more before finally giving him a nod. “Ok, but you’ll have to come with me to Honeydukes. Payback for doing whatever it is you’re planning.”

“You can have whatever you want. I’ll wait for you by the Fat Lady.” Blaise tells you before walking off with a huge grin on his face.

“Y/N?”

And when you turned your head, a surprised Blaize looked at you with a smile, apparently he had just been in mid-conversation with a fellow Slytherin as he hung about the entrance.

He whistled as he wasted no time approaching you, waving a curt goodbye to his previous companion.

“Remind me why you never wear clothes other than your uniform?” He asks, his eyes unabashedly trailing over you. Though not in a predatory way that leaves you uncomfortable.

“Because it’s a hassle having to think of an outfit when I could just put a uniform on and call it a day.”

He hums, nodding as he thought about it.

“Well you look good in your non-school clothes, you should wear them more often.” He suggests, although he quickly amends it. “Not that I’m saying you don’t look great normally, it’s just nice to see how you would personally choose the clothes you wear. It kind of reflects a lot of your personality more.”

The two of you make no rush as you travel to Hogsmeade along with the other students, chuckling at the eager third-years who are freely roaming around. Engaging in small talk all the way.

“What’s got you in such a sour mood?” You rolled your eyes at Theo, who has done nothing but glare at Blaise who sits beside you with such harsh blinding venom. “If all you plan to do here is to murder Blaise in a million ways inside your mind, then please do it some other time.”

The man beside you couldn’t help the amused choke that escapes him as he sips his glass of Butterbeer.

Theo finally breaks his lone stare down and shifts his attention to you. “Since when did you two hang about by yourselves?”

“We always have-“ Blaise starts to explain but he is cut off by a kick to his shin that makes his knee jerk up and hit the table.

“I wasn’t talking to you.”

His eyes remained fixated on you still, a medley of emotions behind them that you couldn’t exactly pinpoint.

“Well, Y/N? I’m waiting for you here.” He impatiently asks. “Are you two on a date?”

“Theo, if you think that we are, then why did you even come here?” You roll your eyes at whatever antics that the both of them are trying. Not realising that you called him by his nickname, usually reserved for his close friends.

“Well-“ He stammered, unable to explain why exactly did he approach you all of a sudden. “Blaise doesn’t have that good of a reputation with girls and I wanted to make sure he’s not trying anything with you.”

Blaise clears his throat in an attempt to remind his friend that he is still sitting at the table, clearly within earshot of whatever slander he’s being put to.

“I can hardly think of a reason why you would if he does, but we were just having a conversation as friends, Theo.” You finally answer. “Is it that much of a surprise that I tolerate one of you?”

“He wants it to be him.” The man beside you mutters under his breath which you ignore, thinking it is only a jab.

Theo once again kicks Blaise under the table, making the latter swear under his breath.

While the two of them bicker like they are some man-child, you spot Hermione and the rest of your friends coming in through a tiny door and sitting at a table by the staircase. You scoot over until you are out of the seat, glad that you chose to sit at the open end of the table, without making a noise.

You make quick haste to transfer to your friends' table without garnering attention from the two Slytherin boys.

“Hide me.” You drop your heavy body on the seat beside Harry, trying your best to hunch over his relatively short upper body.

The three instead laugh at your obvious demise, Ron not even trying to hide his amusement with such a burst of boisterous laughter. Unlike you, the three had noticed how Theodore Nott had been seen beside you much more often than necessary. At first, it was nothing that they really paid attention to, but when you told them of your otherwise eventful dreams…they began to have other thoughts.

It was clear that both of you were attracted to one another except for yourselves. And it’s been a hilarious sight to be an audience to but they are beginning to tire of your constant zoning off when the other is in your peripheral.

“What even is with you and Blaise coming to Hogsmeade together?” Ron asks. “I thought you liked Nott.”

You exhaled in exasperation, “How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t like him.” Gritting your teeth and clenching your jaw at the blatant teasing. “I am seriously beginning to regret telling you about my dreams.”

You watch as Harry stands to grab drinks for the rest of you guys, trying to explain why you came here. Not forgetting to mention how Theo had suddenly the conversation you’ve been having with Blaise.

You were shocked to find that the both of you actually shared a lot of the same interests in various aspects; books, music, values, name it all. So despite your previous disinclination to agree with his idea that you would get along well, you thoroughly enjoyed the short time that you spent alone.

His genuine interest in the many muggle creations that you’ve mentioned has made you all giddy. Telling him of all and everything that he must try, making a mental note to give him some things that you have in your dorm.

On the other end, Blaise shared a few of his interests with you— though it was only very few, given that the wizarding world does not really pay much attention to those kinds of things, especially the purebloods.

“So just because he bribed you with anything you want from Honeydukes, you agreed? Y/N!” Hermione exclaims, to which you only answer her with wide eyes.

“What?” You ask, furrowing your eyebrows at the bewildered expression on her face.

“You’ve been to Hogwarts for how many years now and yet you have no idea what going to Hogsmeade with only one person insinuates?”

“Uh- What?”

“That you two are going on a date of course?” She practically scolds you. Maybe you shouldn’t laugh at Ron anymore when she becomes like this. It's no joke that it feels like you could be the stupidest person on the planet.

“We’re only friends, for Merlin’s sake! Well, we became friends today.” You roll your eyes. “It’s not my fault that is what might people think.”

Harry and Ron look at each other with more than amused grins on their faces.

“I think I finally know why Nott was practically making the snow melt under his feet earlier,” Ron remarks. To which you give him a confused look, unsure what he meant.

“What?”

“Well, before we came in here, we saw Nott almost stomp his way to here. I swear that I actually saw steam coming out of his ears.” Ron exaggeratingly shares, taking a sip out of his pint glass. “I thought he was about to burn this place down to ashes with how he looked so mad.”

That explains why he’s being more moody than usual.

“What’s that got to do with Blaise and I?” You finally ask the question that’s been brewing in you since he mentioned it.

But the only response you get is a look of disbelief from all three of them. Each one just about screaming “Are you being serious?” without saying anything.

“Are you truly that dense Y/N?” Harry asks, his hand reaching out to pat you on the shoulder.

You push him off, glaring at him. “No, but seriously what do you mean?”

“Even Harry and Ron, oblivious as they come, recognise that Nott has some kind of interest in you.” Hermione explains, “I don’t even know if he realised it himself but the two of you are oozing love hearts everywhere you go. It’s torture to see how you both ignore it.”

You're left dumbfounded, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment at the mere suggestion. Your thoughts racing as you consider Hermione's words. Theodore Nott, the mysterious and enigmatic Slytherin, having an interest in you? It was a revelation that sent your mind reeling, and you couldn't help but wonder if you had been completely oblivious to his feelings all along.

No. That’s just… wrong. This had to be another one of their pranks again. Ever since you confided in them of your dreams, they’ve been ceaselessly teasing you with Theo. Yeah, this must be it.

You chose to respond in a haughty tone, in an attempt to mask her flustered feelings. “Gosh, if this is what spurs in your minds when I tell you about my struggles at night, then I’d rather just keep them to myself from now on. Find something else to speculate about.”

Unbeknownst to you, while you were so flustered trying to deny anything and everything they say of you and Theo, Harry, Ron, and Hermione had mentally orchestrated a plan. Harry subtly made a signal to the other two to play along as he saw Theo stand up from his heated conversation with Blaise to approach you four.

With sly smiles quickly masked, they leaned in closer to you and feigned curiosity.

“Alright then,” Ron begins, “But I heard from Hermione that you had another dream last night. Is it as juicy as last time?”

Harry chimed in, his eyebrows raised suggestively. “Yes, please spill the details. We’re all ears.”

Caught off guard by their sudden and out-of-place interest. “I said that I’m never telling you of anything again. And it's not juicy! Please don't ever use that word ever again.” You never wanted to divulge anything related to your rather steamy dreams again to your friends.

“This is the last time, we promise! And we promise to not annoy you any more with Nott.” Hermione exclaims though you reach out to slap her on her arm at how loudly she said it. Looking around the bustling crowd to see if anyone heard it, confused when you see Blaise sitting with somebody else now, probably some friends from Slytherin, Theo nowhere in sight.

Little did she know that Theo had indeed overheard their conversation and as he was slowly nearing their table, curiosity piqued as he heard his name. He slowed in his steps, waiting to hear more.

Your face turned an even deeper shade of crimson as you think back to last night, a bit different— a whole lot different. The dream had left you truly confused because it was nothing like the otherwise steamy ones you had. It was unsettlingly normal, and it has left you with a sense of unease that left you unable to sleep properly, terrified at what this means.

You cleared your throat, trying to maintain some semblance of composure. "Well, it was just a, you know, like the ones I told you. Nothing too different. I still hate it."

Hermione's eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in, feigning innocence. "From the look on your face, it seems to be different. Tell us about it, pretty please."

You hesitated but then began to describe the dream in the most vague and unassuming way possible, but you knew no matter what you said, they would use this to tease you endlessly. "Alright, alright. So, in the dream, I was in the Black Lake, and there was a gentle, warm breeze. I was walking with someone, and it was peaceful. It was like…everything is normal. No war, no problems, no animosity, just us walking like any normal person.”

Harry and Ron exchanged knowing glances, while Hermione continued to prod gently. "And who were you walking with, Y/N?"

Your gaze darted around the table, avoiding eye contact. Not seeing how their eyes slightly shifted behind you. "Well, it was just someone... you know, a dream version of someone I know. Like you don’t know already."

Hermione shook her head, “Yeah but this is different, so it must be somebody else right?”

“Hermione…It’s Theo, who else.”

"Y/N…" You hear a voice behind you call out in a low tone, with a thread of voice.

Your eyes widen, filled to the brim with alertness and humiliation. Your mother was right, one day this mouth will get you in trouble— not that it hasn’t been proven countless times before— but now nothing made you want to become more one with the ground than this moment.

You swallow hard and turn around, instantly the mortification in your features becomes tenfold. There it is— the stupid, bloody smirk that is always present on his stupid, pretty face when he has caught you red-handed.

“Don’t.” You warn.

He leans his entire weight back on the wooden post behind him, staring down at you with a look of satisfaction, unapologetically reveling in your obvious embarrassment.

“Oh, but I must.” He drawls, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

Your frustration surges as you fold your arms, attempting to salvage a shred of dignity in this awkward moment. You give him a glare before turning back front facing to the table.

“You are truly insufferable, you know that?”

Without even being able to see it, you already know that his grin widens at your reply. “Guilty, I’m afraid.”

Theo pushed himself off the wooden post and sauntered closer to where you were sitting, making your heart stutter. The playful glint in his eyes brings forth an image that you would rather not see right now.

"But what's the fun in letting you off the hook so easily? It’s not every day that I find out somebody has been kept awake all night because of me."

You could only continue to cast a withering look at him as you shook your head. "You just love tormenting me, don't you?"

He sits down on the seat next to you, ignoring the other occupants who have reserved to remain quiet. Truly enjoying the show that you, unfortunately, are the star of. He inches closer to you until you can almost feel your eyelashes flutter at his breath.

“Only because I quite enjoy how flustered you can be.” He admits softly, and in that moment the playful teasing in his voice gives way to something else.

A different kind of tension.

Not one that you would like to be a part of.

“Well, that would be the last of it.”

Theo and your friends are left bewildered when you suddenly stand and disappear among the group of rowdy students.

His eyebrows furrow and his gleaming expression turns into one of confusion and a hint of hurt and disappointment. “What just happened?”

When he finally turns to look at your friends, all they do is share uneasy glances with each other. They were unsure of how to respond to Theo’s question when they could hardly comprehend what had only occurred.

Hermione opens her mouth to say something but closes it once more when the words in her mind are a jumble.

“Astronomy Tower.” He hears someone say. His cerulean blue eyes that somehow turned grey shifted to the bespectacled boy sitting a chair away from him. “Go.”

“Why did you run off?” You ignore the voice that shatters the silence. The bristles of the wind brush against your clothes. Your head thrumming as the sound of your shoes clicking against the concrete permeates into the air.

He calls you by your name with a gentleness that sends tingles down your spine. But yet again, you ignore him. Choosing to stare intently at the rust that forms by the railing in front of you, the complex chemical reaction is seemingly more interesting to you now.

“Y/N please…I don't know what’s going on your mind right now but we need to talk.” He moves to stand next to you, placing his arms on the barrier. “I will say it, no matter if you want to listen or not. We clearly have feelings for each other.”

You want to say that you are surprised that he is being so straightforward right now, but it’s evident that someone had to stop whatever dance the both of you had been playing at for the past month already.

“And that’s confirmed by what I heard earlier.” He chuckles in an attempt to lighten up the mood. “Gods, I hate you so much.”

“Your dreams say otherwise.” He continues with his teasing.

“Stop it. As if you’re any better with how you acted with Blaise earlier.” You hit him back. “Blaise is an annoying ass who meddles in my business way more often than necessary. But I guess he did one thing right.”

“What?” You ask, turning your body to lean on the railing, facing him.

“He kept bothering me about you, and I guess he got tired and decided to make a move leading us to this moment.”

“He can be pretty persuasive when he wants to be." You agree. Silence befalling after.

“Gods, I don’t know what happened but it’s you.” He breathes heavily.

A laugh escapes your chest, “If somebody came to us two months ago and told us that we’d be acting like this, I would think they’re mental.”

Theo grins at you, making you giggle to see the little fang on the corner of his mouth. He places his hands on your cheeks and cradles your face, making a move to press his forehead to yours as he nears.

The vivid, flashing images of Theo from your dreams doesn’t hold a candle to the real thing. The skin under his touch tingled and it made you itch to reach out with your fingertips, feeling as if you would crumble beneath his hands.

You pull away to stare up at him. The cold that typically veils over his eyes are gone as they reciprocate your stare with an even warmer touch. Every nerve ends in you lighting up with a golden electricity.

Theo opened his mouth, closed it again, opened it once more, and then shut it, apparently struggling to remember how to talk.

So, he decided that actions seem to be your thing anyways, as the two of you are quite horrible at talking.

Carefully, almost as if he’s never done it before, Theo leans forward and presses his lips against yours so gently. All you can think about is him even as you respond to his kiss, melting against the touch.

He pressed himself into you, attempting to tangle your bodies together. He wants to feel every inch of you against his skin, willing the gods to let you be one. Hell, he wanted to climb into your ribcage and possibly live out the rest of his days inside your heart.

You gasp as his hands creep under your shirt and trail along your lower back, though he doesn’t wander. He takes this as an opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth, exploring eagerly.

You tilt forward, answering his devotion with an equal eagerness. In your distraction, your hands slide from their hold on his shirt and travel until your fingertips meet behind his nape.

This goes for a while before a sudden splash from the waters below you makes you jump apart, though still very much physically attached. His arms were still tightly wound around your waist.

“I think that’s a sign we should stop for now.”

“Yeah, definitely.”

Laughter met in the air between you—sweet, short, intertwined. Although you would like to have another one of your dreams to come true, you want to take it slow. The idea that he thought of you as you did to him has still not truly sunk into your mind.

Even now as he leans his face slightly towards yours again and begins to leave soft, tender kisses all over your cheek, making butterflies appear in your stomach.

“Gods, I just realised something.” You laugh all of a sudden, making him stand up straight to look at you curiously. “What is it?”

“I just made Ron win a bet for the first time since we all became friends.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, he was the first person to tease me about these stupid dreams–”

“Excuse me, I rather think it’s not.” He interrupts playfully raising an eyebrow. “Shush.”

“Anyways,” You continue, “Harry and Hermione initially thought it was nothing and that it probably would stop after a while— obviously not. So Ron set a bet that I’ll end up having feelings for you or we’ll end up together.”

He chuckles, his eyes glinting with amusement. “I’m still surprised they didn’t hate the idea. With us being in literal houses that hate each other.”

“They’re only annoyed at some of you, honestly. The ones that perpetuate the ‘Slytherin’ motto too much.”

"Plus," he continued, the joking tone in his voice fading a bit, "even if they did have complaints, I would have ignored every single one and still pursued you."

“As if! You stormed to Hogsmeade just to interrupt our ‘date’ and you wouldn’t even admit it. If it weren’t for what our friends did, we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now.”

“Let me pretend, for goodness’ sake woman!”

His playful exasperation brought a genuine smile to your face, and for a moment, the world around you seemed to fade as you got lost in the playful banter you're used to with him.

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billiesgoodgirll · 5 months ago

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lunch

warnings: smut, dom!billie, sub!reader, oral (r receiving), strap on sex, swearing

a/n: i genuinely think i’ve forgotten to write smut i’m scared

readers pov:

"baby baby baby! come listen to this song i made!" a very energetic billie said, bursting into our room.

"okay my love," i chuckle at her excitement.

she pulls my arm, dragging me downstairs into her studio.

finneas isn't here, he usually is when i listen to her new songs.

huh how weird.

brushing it off, billie sits on her chair pulling my onto her lap.

she puts her headphones on me, giggling in excitement i smile at her happiness.

the best comes through the headphones, my head bops along to it.

it's like a cute pop song.

i could eat that girl for lunch, yeah she dances on my tongue taste like she might be the one.

my eyes widen when i hear the lyrics, i turn to her wide eyed and a slight blush covering my cheeks.

she smirks at me, i continue to listen.

i could buy her so much stuff, it's a craving not a crush.

i feel a familiar heat between my legs, billies hands travel to rest on my thighs.

so now she's coming up the stairs so i'm pulling up a chair, and i'm putting up my hair.

oh my god.

the smile and blush on my face grows bigger, as i mouth 'oh my god' to her.

she has the biggest smile on her face, super proud of her work nodding her head along to the beat.

baby, i think you were made for me somebody write down the recipe been trying hard not to overeat your just so sweet.

i shyly look down once the song stops, the dark haired girl takes the headphones off me.

"so what do you think angel?" she asks.

i giggle shyly, i already know i'm definitely bright red.

"it was, woah," i look in billies eyes, her pupils wide no doubt mine are too.

"yeah? you like it?" she teases,

"billieee," i whine.

"i need some more inspiration on the song, wanna help me out mama?" she smirks.

i nod eagerly,

"words baby,"

"yes yes yes!" i enthusiastically say, with that her smile grows bigger as she leans in.

she connects our lips in a passionate kiss, my hands tangle themselves in her dark brown hair.

one of her hands rests on my waist as the other trails up my thigh, we eventually have to pull away for air.

she takes this as the opportunity to ask,

"can i take these off pretty girl?" she plays with the waistband of my sleep shorts.

"of course," i giggle shuffling, lifting myself off her lap so she can pull them off.

i connect our lips once more, sighing into the kiss.

i feel her hand on my thigh getting higher and higher, my pussy fully exposed drilling waiter for billies fingers.

"please," i whine into the kiss,

"please what?"

"please touch me,"

she complies, her fingers finding my clit and massaging the swollen area.

i moan into her, my hands tangling themselves into her hair again.

she rubs gently, my mouth hangs open.

her fingers leave my clit, finding my entrance and pushing in.

"my god you're so tight sweetheart," she groans, pushing her finger in my tight whole.

i gasp the stretch making my mind go fuzzy, my entire focus on the brunette making me feel good.

she pumps her fingers in and out, i rock back and fourth on her fingers.

my hand going to reach for billies free hand, guiding it too my clit making her rub tight circles.

she takes the hint her fingers rubbing my clit fast, her fingers get faster as she pushes in a third.

i moan loudly, her touch always lights me on fire it feels so good.

i feel a familiar pit in my stomach, i feel myself on the edge.

"i'm close," i gasp out, billie smirks

rubbing and pumping faster.

"you gonna cum for me baby?" she teases, focusing on rubbing my clit.

"fuck- yes!" i let go, releasing all over billies fingers and lap.

"good girl," she praises me.

"cmon i wanna take care of you properly," she picks me up suddenly, i yelp holding onto her shoulders.

i giggle as she carries me carefully, up the stairs and eventually laying me down on our bed.

she hovers over me, i smile looking into her eyes lovingly.

i love it when we have passionate loving sex, like yes hate fucking and ruff sex is good but i love soft caring taking care of me sex.

billie connects our lips once again, her tongue entering my mouth, i don't fight her for dominance.

knowing she'll win easily.

she kisses down my neck, stopping to nibble and bite creating blue and black marks all over, i moan softly my hips bucking up needing friction.

"patience baby," she tells me, i whine rubbing my thighs together.

she kisses down my chest before pausing, "can i take this off mama?" she plays with the front of my sleep top.

"yes please," i say quickly.

"cute," she chuckles, she removes my shirt i'm fully exposed to her now.

"take yours off.. please," i beg her, looking up at her with big doe eyes; ones i know she can't resist.

"okay sweet girl," she smirks, sitting up slightly to remove her shirt.

i see she's forgone a bra so her entire breasts are on display, my hands immediately want to go to fondle with them.

"you can touch honey, go on," she encourages, giving me the permission i needed.

my hands reach up to her breasts, piinching her nipples and squeezing.

i lean up so my mouth is in line with them, i take her nipple into my mouth swirling it around.

"oh! fuck," she throws her head back, her hands tangling themselves in my hair.

i smile into her, pride filling me as i can make the older woman feel this good.

"i need to fuck you, hard." she pulls me off her breasts, slamming my hands above my head.

"don't you dare move," she tells me, climbing off my lap and heading into the closet.

i know exactly what she's getting out, i'm proven right when she walks back into the room.

my favourite strap around her waist.

pink and sparkly, with thick veins i can feel every one of them, 8 whole inches.

"ready pretty girl?" billie says climbing back on the bed, and up to me.

"uh huh," i whine, my hips bucking up i can feel a puddle of my arousal pooling underneath me.

billies hand travels down to my cunt, my clit twitches in anticipation.

"we need to stretch her out a bit first princess," she looks at my cunt and her fingers sliding up and down.

they find my entrance and slide in, i wince in pain at the stretch.

"oh!" a moan comes out of my mouth, in pain and pleasure.

"tell me when your ready for me to move baby," billie says, not moving her fingers at all waiting until i'm ready.

if i wasn't so needy, it's the sweetest thing.

"please move, i need it," i whimper, once again bucking my hips up to get her to move.

“patience mama,” she starts slowly pumping her finger in and out, gradually speeding up until i’m a moaning panting mess.

“that’s it, focus on me,” she uses her free hand to lift my head up from under my chin to look into her eyes.

my eyes close briefly and i get a light slap to the face, i whimper my eyes opening to a very stern faced billie.

“keep those eyes on me, you look away or close them and i stop,” she tells me, i nod slowly my head wanting to roll back so bad once she added a second finger.

“good girl,”

“faster,” i mange to get out through all my moans, she listens and starts pumping faster and faster.

“oh my god,” i whine, she smirks whilst one of her hands goes up to my breasts squeezing harshly trying to tip me over the edge.

“you close pretty girl?” she asks in a low voice,

“yes yes yes yes yes,” i chant, my mind so foggy just with billie, billie, billie.

“im gonna cum,” i rush out, balling up the bed sheets in my hand.

“hold it,” she says, i immediately cry out i can’t hold it any longer.

“p…-please..just let me cum,” i whimper, which seems to have work as she takes pity on me.

“oh my poor girl, okay honey cum for me,”

her words send me over the edge, i release everywhere the heat in my stomach dying down.

“oh baby, you did so so well i’m so proud of you what a good girl!” her words just get my worked up yet again.

i trail my hand down to the strap, sliding my hand up and down the base of the strap bumps against billies clit i know that from when she’s cum whilst in me.

“already mama?” she chuckles, “you that needy for me?” she mockingly pouts at me.

“please billie,” i whine, knowing i’ll get what i want if i just throw her name in there.

“shit, okay sweetheart,” she lines up the toy with my entrance, “it’s gonna hurt a bit,”

i reach down to hold her hand, squeezing tightly as she pushes into me no matter how many times i take it, it hurts like a bitch each time.

“you’re doing so well my love, just a bit more,” she encourages me my heart melts at how sweet she is even dominating me.

“y..y-you ca..fuck you can- move now,” i say too focused on how good she feels inside of me.

“okay angel,” she moves her hips and i cry out.

“sh sh sh, you’re okay,” she soothes, holding my hand in hers yet again.

billies hips go in and out slowly at first, letting me get used to the stretch and feeling.

“doing so good for me,” she grunts as she speeds up her thrusts.

i moan out in pleasure, the pain all gone now and the only thing i can focus on is how perfect billie looks smirking down at me.

“you’re- s…so fuck!- so pretty,” i mange to get out barely.

“oh sweet girl why thank you, you’re absolutely perfect,” she chuckles going even harder.

the tip of the strap hits my g spot over and over, making a pit form in my stomach.

“that’s it pretty girl, doing so well,” her words and voice really make me closer to the edge.

her breasts bouncing with every thrust, no doubt mine doing the same she takes mine in her hands still thrusting hard.

she fondles them and takes one into her mouth, the pit in my stomach grows bigger and bigger.

she leaves my breasts for a while, them being raw and red from her constant sucking.

she connects our lips into a passionate kiss, i moan deeply into the kiss she thrusts long deep and hard.

once her lips leave mine i rush out, “i’m gonna cum!”

“f-fuck… right there- don’t stop!” i stutter out, my brain going to mush my cunt twitching in overstimulation.

“cum for me mama,” and i do, i feel a different feeling in my stomach and know im gonna squirt.

it gets everywhere, all over billie and the bed plus me.

i pant heavily, billie stilling inside of me stroking my waist gently bringing me down from my high.

“i’m gonna pull out now okay angel?” she softly says.

i nod, so incredibly exhausted.

she pulls out and i wince in pain and at the empty feeling.

“there we go sweetheart, good girl you did so so well,” she coos, praising me so much.

“you feel okay baby?” billies asks me, undoing the harnesses on the strap and chucking it across the room to clean up later.

“i’m okay,” i close my eyes and smile, i feel amazing but so exhausted.

“let’s get you some water baby, ill be right back,” she kisses my very sweaty forehead, and leaves the room to go downstairs.

i turn over on my side, my eyes still staying closed.

i lay there for a while before hearing our bedroom door open again.

billie comes in, now wearing an oversized shirt, she’s holding a bowl and has a glass of water in the other hand.

“i’ve got some cut up fruit for you sweet girl, you need to eat something okay?” she’s always making sure i eat well, knowing my past eating disorder.

billie helps me sit up gently, my legs aching already i open my very heavy eyes to give a weak smile to her.

“okay,” i nod, letting her place the bowl on my lap there’s strawberries, raspberry’s watermelon and cut up apples.

she places the full glass of water on the side too which i immediately go and pick up downing most of it.

“hang on baby, can i change the sheets? i don’t want my girl sleeping in dirty sheets,”

“uh huh,” she helps me up, supporting me on my very shaky legs.

she lets me sit on the sofa in our room, whilst she goes to the closet and grabs fresh sheets and duvets.

i watch her in silence, it’s only when she’s done i realise i’m still naked.

“billie? can i wear your shirt please?” i ask, i know i have a whole closet full of my own clothes but there’s something so comforting about wearing billies.

“oh of course you can angel,” she finishes changing the bed and goes back into the closet.

coming out with a oversized hit me hard and soft merch tshirt and a pair of her boxers.

she hands them to me and i get changed, “thank you bil,” i smile up at her she leans down placing a kiss to my lips.

“come on let’s get you fed and rested,” she picks me up like a toddler and places me down on my side of the bed.

she climbs in next to me under the covers, grabbing the tv remote from the side.

“friends?” she doesn’t even need to ask really, she knows that’s what i’ll want to watch.

“of course,” i giggle, scooting closer to billie she wraps her arm around me.

“eat up sweet girl, then you can get some sleep,” she tells me.

i begin to eat my fruit, we sit in a comfortable silence whilst we eat the occasional laugh leaving our mouths at the show.

“done!” i show her the empty bowl, she takes it from me and puts it on the side.

“well done my love, i’m so so proud of you,” she kisses my forehead.

she lays down more, letting me lay completely on top of her i sigh in comfort.

i never want to move from her arms.

“goodnight pretty girl,” is the last thing i hear before falling into a deep sleep.

#billie eilish x y/n #꒱ೃ ✦ ꒰ evelyn writes! ꒱ೃ ✦#billie eilish x reader #billie eilish smut #billie eilish x you #billie eilish imagine #billie eilish fanfiction

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 months ago

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Summer Breeze 10

Warnings: age gap (reader is 22, Andrew is mid 40s), dad’s friend, Andy being Andrew, other dark elements. As usual, be mindful of your content consumption.

I also beg of you to leave me some tuppence in the form of a comment and/or reblog. You are cherished!

Enjoy, my loverlies.

The next morning is a slog. You’re still tired even after sleeping until your head aches. You drag yourself downstairs, the smell of coffee filling your nose. You blink through the crustiness and wipe it away with your knuckles.

Andy’s back is to you. Deja vu strikes you as his naked back greets you and his growls at the coffee machine as it brews. You stop in the doorway, not sure if you should turn back or not. He shifts, angling so he spots you from the corner of his eyes.

He coughs and straightens up, “oh, good morning,” he faces you from across the island, “you--” he stops himself and gives wry smirk, “you don’t drink coffee so I won’t offer. Even if you look like you need it.”

You scoff and shake your head as that simple act makes it pulse, “ugh, just water.”

You look around but he’s quicker. He has a glass in his hand and under the fridge filter before you can get your bearings. You try not to stare at his naked torso. He doesn’t seem to notice himself.

“There are lemons in here. Surprisingly. Not much else,” he pops the door open, “want a slice?”

You accept in a dull drone. He takes one out and sets the glass down. He searches around and finds a cutting board and knife. He cuts it into wedges and pops one in the water, sliding it towards you. You thank him and take a deep gulp.

“You doing okay?” He asks then winces, “besides everything.”

“I feel awful,” you rasp, “I slept too heavy, I think.”

“Yeah, I was tossing and turning,” he says.

You’re silent as slowly the memory seeps into your brain. His voice through the wall, the slap on tile, and his thick grunt. You hide behind the glass, taking another drink before you steady your hand.

“You know, I can check on your dad today if you want to rest--”

“No,” you insist, a bit too quickly, “no, I have to see him.”

“Yeah, sorry, I just... you stress yourself out too much and might do more bad than good, you know.”

“Right, I’m fine,” you say, “really. I’m tired. So what?”

“Just checking in, sweetheart,” he coaxes. “That’s all.”

“I’m...” you take a breath and slowly release it. “I’m sorry, I’m just worried. I don’t know what to do. I’m...”

“What about your mom? She on her way? You called her, right?”

You roll your eyes, “I’m lucky she picked up.”

“Oh,” he nods, “well, yeah. I guess that makes sense.”

“Yeah,” you shrug.

“Well, if you need any help, I’m right here,” he offers, “what did insurance say? You get the bill sorted out?”

You try not to show your unease. You’re trying not to think about that call. You nod and try to smile, “yep, got it figured out.”

You turn with the glass of water, “um, I’m going to...” you look down at your PJs and cringe, “change.”

“Oh, aha,” he chuckles, “guess I should do that myself.”

You don’t look back. As helpful as he is, you can’t help but feel yourself sinking into a pit of doom. He can’t do everything. You wouldn’t ask him to.

🌅

Your dad’s quiet as you enter his room. It’s not very unusual. You often sit in comfortable silence with him. The odd part is he doesn’t even have the television on. He just stares blankly across the room.

“Dad?” You speak as you sense Andy behind you, himself hesitant to break the lull.

He grunts and looks at you, a scowl creasing his face. You flinch. He looks mad.

“Everything alright?”

“Would you keep it down,” he sneers.

You reel and look over your shoulder at Andy. He seems equally perplexed. You turn back and smile, “sorry--”

“I said shut the fuck up, Charlene!”

Your mother’s name catches you off-guard.

“Doug,” Andy chides, “that’s your daughter.”

“Get the fuck out!” He barks.

Andy touches your arm and gently steps ahead of you, “what’s going on, buddy?”

“GET OUT!” Your dad pushes over the rolling table next to the bed and it crashes to the floor, sending the jello cup and tray scattering. You gasp as he continues to holler for you to leave.

A nurse startles you as she brushes by, calling your father by his last name, “don’t you act like this.”

You’re too stunned to react. You just stare. What the heck is happening? That’s not your father. That’s some sort of animal. He refuses to listen as he snaps at the nurse in a similar vein.

“I’m so sorry,” she speaks over her shoulder, “sometimes with head injuries, there can be some... emotional side effects.”

“Oh?” You frown.

“Is he okay?” Andy asks.

“It’s early. He’s just woke up and things are a bit muddy,” she can barely be heard as your dad clangs on the bed rails. “Maybe you should step outside.”

“Dad?” You croak around her and his eyes meet yours. He looks at you with such hate that it makes you want to shrink down to nothing. You step back on your heel and spin, fleeing from his wrath and the room.

You hear Andy thank the nurse before you get into the hall. He isn’t far after you and another nurse squeezes by him, closing the door behind her. You face him as your eyes gleam with tears. You don’t know if you can do this. You don’t know if you can look at your father and face the stranger he’s become.

It only took two days and he’s someone else. It’s like you’ve lost him already. You fan yourself as you feel the heat rise up your body and settle behind your eyes.

“Hey, it’s going to be alright--”

“No,” you blubber as the tears finally erupt from you, “no it’s not alright! None of it is alright.”

You cover your face with your hands and shake with sobs. You can’t hold back any more. It’s too much. This is too much. You’re not ready for any of this. You feel Andy wrap you up in his arms and you hear him say your name, but it’s a blur behind the wall of your grief. The world can wait while you fall apart.

#andy barber #dark andy barber #dark!andy barber #andy barber x reader #series #drabble #summer breeze #defending jacob #au

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coldfanbou · 1 year ago

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A Love Hotel Date

New Mommy Series part with the returning Jihyo. She learns some pieces about what's happened between Jeongyeon and you. What will her move be?

Length 3.8K

Jihyo X Mreader

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Looking down the aisle, you spot the woman who started everything. Jihyo hasn’t noticed you yet; she’s squatting down, looking at different strawberry options. Her jeans hugged her curves, showing off her thick thighs. You want to call out for her when a man stands by her, and Jihyo smiles at them. They start to walk away together when Jihyo notices you. Her eyes go wide, and her mouth hangs open. She quickly recomposes herself before continuing on shopping. You shake your head and get back to shopping, too. You’re disappointed she’s with someone else for a moment until you remember she was married.

Continuing with your shopping, you grab what you need, and as you pick up your basket, someone bumps into you. “You have to be more careful.” When you turn to face the person, it’s Jihyo. “It’s nice to see you again.”

“It’s nice to see you too, Jihyo.” You both stare at each other awkwardly, unsure of what you can do in such a public place.

Jihyo makes the first move. “I can’t talk much right now, but take my number.” She says, pulling out her phone. “I didn’t think I’d see you again, so I didn’t bother giving you my number, but knowing that you’re close enough to be shopping here…” She stops herself and clears her throat. “Anyway, here. Call me; I might be free later tonight.” Jihyo walks away after giving you her number. She has a small smile on her face as she returns to her cart.

“Where did you go?” Her husband asks.

“Nowhere, just had to take a look at something we might’ve missed.” She says plainly. Moving along before any more questions are asked.

You watch her walk away for a moment before looking at the number on your screen. You buy your things and leave. You return to your home and wait until it gets dark before calling Jihyo.

“Hello?”

“Jihyo?”

“Hey, I’m free. Do you want to meet up somewhere?” She asks with no hesitation. “I have a hotel in mind.” From her tone, you can tell she has a smile on her face.

“Yeah, I’m free to meet up. Tell me where to go.”

You head to the address Jihyo gives you. You look up at the sign and see it’s a love hotel. You wait outside, looking at your phone as a message pops up. “Look up.” Jihyo is standing across the road in a short coat that ends just a fingertip away from her ass; a skirt manages to cover her, but if she were to bend over, you’d be able to see her panties. She looks both to her sides, making sure no car is coming before crossing the road. As she reaches you, she walks her pointer and middle finger up your shirt until she reaches your lips. Jihyo closes in on you and presses her lips against yours. You can feel her smile as she leans onto your body. She breaks the kiss slowly, letting her lips linger on yours for just a moment more. “Let’s head inside; it’s getting chilly out here. I hope you can warm me up.” She says in a low voice, a smirk on her face. Jihyo hooks her arm around you and leads the way inside. A bit of excitement stirs in her as she walks in. You both take a quick look and see not many rooms are available; you end up choosing the most expensive option after seeing the other ones weren’t to your interest. You’re given the key to the room and take the elevator up. Jihyo stays attached to your arm. You glance at her as she tries to get by your ear. “It’s nice to see you again.”

“It’s nice to see you too, Jihyo.”

“Have you been sleeping with any other women?” She asks, pressing her chest against your arm. Her soft breasts trap your arm, and you start to become aroused.

“Getting jealous?” You reply with all the smugness you can muster.

“Who?”

“Jeongyeon, I transferred to her company.” Jihyo looks surprised at your answer.

“Jeongyeon? Really? I didn’t think she would be the type to keep it going.” Jihyo looks to be deep in thought before snapping back to reality.

“What about you? Have you slept around?” Jihyo purses her lips and avoids your gaze; she gives you mixed signals. While she was doing that, she pressed her body against yours.

“I…tried, but it wasn’t the same. It never felt as good. The others just wanted to fuck; there was nothing else there.” Jihyo replies after a moment. “So I stopped, but now that I know you live somewhere nearby, I’m hoping that we can be something.”

“But you’re still going to stay with your husband?”

“...I am,” Jihyo says quietly.

The door to the elevator opens, and you both step out, continuing your conversation. “Oh, speaking of partners, I met a friend of yours when I was out with Jeongyeon. Does the name Sana ring any bells?”

“Oh no, she didn’t tell you anything weird, did she?” Jihyo responds.

“No, Jeongyeon would stop her before she could start a story, but she did say that you and her would experiment in college.” Jihyo covers the left half of her face, embarrassed.

“For the record, it was her idea.” You reach your room and open the door. Jihyo steps in front of you and looks around. The room was rather large; the theme was that of a log cabin, and it gave off a more romantic atmosphere as a fireplace lit up the room. Jihyo threw herself on the bed; her skirt flew up and covered her stomach. The married woman had spread her legs, revealing her lack of panties. Jihyo leans on her elbows as she raises her upper body. “Do you like what you see?” Jihyo answers her question quickly as she casts her eyes downwards and sees your bulge. Jihyo grabs the edges of her skirt and pulls it down between her legs, blocking your view. You step toward Jihyo, and she sits up at the edge of the bed.

You push her back down, wrapping your arms around her head as you kiss her. You feel the passion coming from her as she bites your bottom lip. Her hands work quickly to unbuckle your belt. “That excited, huh?” You joke, watching her hands rapidly strip you of your lower garments. Jihyo doesn’t say a word; she grabs your pants and underwear and pulls them both down. She grabs your semi-hard cock, and you groan. Her soft hand is wrapped around your shaft as she gives it a small pump. Jihyo stares into your eyes, watching your body jerk from her strokes. You reach for her breasts, moving them side to side and watching them jiggle. Jihyo laughs, seeing you play with them like that. She laughs until you slide one hand under her shirt and pinch her nipple. Your fingers get wet, and Jihyo’s milk leaks from her nipple and wets her shirt. Jihyo shuts her eyes and revels in the tiny bit of pleasure. Your other hand moves her skirt up while you fall over her. Moans start to fill the room; your fingers circle Jihyo’s lips.

Jihyo kisses you until you’re both out of breath, “Enough of this. I want you inside me already.” She whines. Jihyo lifts her shirt, slowly dragging it along her stomach until she reaches her breasts. With one swift motion, she lifts her shirt above her breasts, making them bounce as she finishes getting it off. Jihyo’s breasts are just as beautiful as the last time you saw them; they’re slightly swollen, and a small bit of milk is running down the nipple you pinched earlier. You start to get your shirt off while inching closer to her breast. You squeeze her other breast as you latch onto her nipple. Your suckling causes milk to flow forth. You remember the rich taste well. Jihyo struggles to get her skirt off, your tongue lapping at her bud, making her moan uncontrollably. “H-hold on, I still need to get out of my skirt.” Eventually, Jihyo is able to get her skirt off. Your eyes shoot downward and see her wet cunt. Jihyo’s nectar has spread to her thighs, coating them. You switch breasts, making sure to drink from both fountains. At the same time, you start to tease Jihyo, rubbing around her clit in a circular motion. Jihyo pushes her chest out, “Please, just fuck me already. I need you.” She whines.

“Let me enjoy you, Jihyo. I missed your body.” You reply as you push your fingers into her cunt. You hear her gasp as you move past her folds and curl your fingers to hit her sensitive points. You abandon Jihyo’s breast and kiss her, silencing her moans for the moment. Your tongue explores her mouth; Jihyo is powerless to do the same. Pleasure racks her body; she’s unconsciously rocking her hips against your hand.

“Jesus, fuck! I’m cumming!” Jihyo shouts as her pelvis shoots up. You continue to finger her as she cums, driving Jihyo crazy. Her body shakes until you start to slow down; Jihyo weakly holds onto your arm, trying to stop you. Seeing her in such a state, you slow down and position yourself between her legs. You slap her cunt with your cock a couple of times, drawing weak moans from Jihyo.

“Are you ready, Jihyo?” You ask jokingly. You take in Jihyo’s tanned body while waiting for her response. It’s beautiful; her big, heavy breasts rise and fall with every breath. Despite being a mother, Jihyo maintained a good figure; her slim waist and wide hips were almost too much to handle for you. Then there was her pretty cunt, a small bush was rested just above it, currently soaked in her nectar. Her legs were lovely, nice thick and soft thighs; you think about how good it must feel to get a thighjob from her.

“I’m-I’m ready anytime, baby.”

“Oh? I’m your baby now?” You slide between Jihyo’s lips and into her cunt. You bury yourself inside, listening to Jihyo’s rapturous moans. Jihyo wraps her legs around your waist, holding your still so you couldn’t move before she was ready. You get by her ear, nibbling on her ear lobe before whispering in a low tone, “Does that make you my Mommy?”

Jihyo’s walls grow tighter as she hears you call her mommy. “Yes, Yes. I’ll be your mommy.” You chuckle, thinking about how the pleasure must have gotten to Jihyo. She would probably go along with whatever you said right now. You pull out slowly, reveling in the feeling of Jihyo’s pussy cradling your cock. Jihyo groans; she feels your cock slowly leaving her body for a moment before you ram it back into her. “Agh! Fuck Mommy, please fuck Mommy.” Jihyo begs, her words being slurred slightly. You start to thrust in earnest now; Jihyo’s legs relax around your waist, giving you the space to move. You take Jihyo’s hands in yours, knowing how much she enjoyed that the first time. You raise her hands above her head and nip at her neck. You plant your lips all over her upper body, moving from her neck down to her breasts before going back up. Jihyo’s bouncing breasts mesmerize you for a time, but you ignore them and kiss Jihyo. Unlike the last one, you move slower, letting Jihyo’s tongue reach out for yours. Her muffled moans turn you on, and you start to thrust faster.

“Uh, uh, Fuck, I missed this. I missed having you inside me.” Jihyo says softly between kisses. You let go of Jihyo’s hands, letting them wander your body as you do the same to her. Her hands mainly stay around your chest, occasionally moving to your shoulders as she holds onto you. Your hands move up and down her side, and you play with her breasts briefly. The soft flesh is irresistible to you, but you don’t want to focus on them too much. You catch Jihyo staring at you and look back at her. A strong silence hangs over the two of you as you continue thrusting. Only the sounds of your bodies colliding and your moans fill the room.

You break the silence, “I missed this too, Jihyo.” You kiss her, feeling her pour her heart into it. You try to get the mood back to its previous place. “Mommy’s milk tastes good; I want to give Mommy my milk.” You groan. Every time you call Jihyo Mommy, her walls tighten around you, and the soft cradling feeling you had before is replaced with a tightness you hadn’t felt from her before. “Fuck, I’m cumming Jihyo. Where do you want it?” You groan, breaking character.

Jihyo’s legs push you deeper in, and she wraps her arms around you, “I want you to fill your Mommy.” Jihyo’s words trigger your orgasm; you hold onto her ass and drive your cock deep inside Jihyo. Your cum spews forth, covering Jihyo’s walls as it travels toward her womb. You both roar in pleasure, riding out your orgasms together. You feel Jihyo’s walls relax and flex around your shaft, trying to get as much as possible from you.

Laying together on the bed, you don’t want to pull out of Jihyo just yet. You roll onto your side and cuddle with the woman before you. “That was a little different from last time, but it’s still what I was looking for,” Jihyo says before kissing your cheek. She laughs, feeling slightly embarrassed that she got turned on by being called mommy. You join in and laugh with Jihyo. You caress her cheek while staring into her eyes. The lighting in the room is just enough for you to see the depth in them. You slowly inch toward each other, kissing for what seems like forever. Your fingers interlock without you noticing, and Jihyo rolls onto you. She pushes her hips back; the movement makes you both moan. Your cock begins to harden again.

The phone in the room rings, interrupting the moment. Jihyo lets it ring a couple of times, not wanting to let the moment go, but eventually, she has to get off to answer it. “Oh, yes. Um, right. Thank you. We’ll be down in ten minutes.” Jihyo hangs up the phone before looking at you. “Our time is up. I wish we could have spent the entire night together.” Jihyo returns to bed and climbs on top of you, “we at least get ten minutes to shower. Come, let’s not waste it.”

“It’s kind of hard to go to the shower with you on top of me.”

“Carry me,” Jihyo says as she slides your cock inside her. “I’ll get off you once we’re in the shower. You struggle to stand up; Jihyo’s weight and gravity cause her to sink onto your cock with every step. You don’t complain; the pleasure is more than enough compensation.

Once inside the shower and with hot water running over your body, Jihyo lifts herself off your cock and kneels before you. “I’ll clean this little guy up, and you can clean me after.” She says in a suggestive tone. Jihyo points your cock to the ceiling and drags her tongue along the underside, moving from base to tip. You moan her name as she uses her tongue along the sides of your shaft. Your knees grow weak as Jihyo sucks on the tip; you want her to take more in. Jihyo stares up at you and knows this. The corners of her mouth poke up for a second; Jihyo shoves more of your cock in her mouth. Her warm wet tongue slowly swirls around your cock; you put one hand on her head and gently push her to take the entire length in.

“Fuck, Jihyo. You’re so good at this.” You groan. Your head has been tilted back as you revel in the pleasure of Jihyo’s skilled tongue working your cock. When you look down at the married woman, you see a lustful look in her eyes. Your cock twitches at the sight, “Jihyo, I’m cumming.” Jihyo uses her throat to pump your cock a few times before backing away and opening her mouth for you.

“Cum on me.” Jihyo grasps your cock with both hands and strokes you until cum spurts from you. It paints her face, hitting the bridge of her nose and cheeks. As she continues to stroke your cock the final spurt hits over her eye. Jihyo rubs your cum into her skin for the few seconds she has before the water clears it away. Jihyo rises slowly and turns her back to you. She backs up until your bodies are pressed against each other. Your cock sits firmly between her ass cheeks, and you can feel her grind against you. “It’s your turn to clean me.” You begin to clean Jihyo’s body; with soapy hands, you squeeze and knead her breasts. Her coos are music to your ears. You move one hand down her body until you cunt, slipping two fingers inside you, please Jihyo. Her walls squeeze your fingers as you push in deeper.

“Mmm, I’m so close. Just a little bit more.” Jihyo moans in your arms. You adjust your position and slide your cock between her thighs; it runs along her slit. Feeling the heat from it, Jihyo moans. You focus on her breasts and start to kiss her neck. You tease Jihyo’s nipples, repeatedly flicking them while thrusting between her legs. She moans louder than before and moves her head around quickly as if the pleasure was torturing her. You feel her lean on you more as she nears her orgasm. You tilt her head to the side and kiss her as she cums. Her muffled moans slowly grow quiet.

Her eyes flutter open, and she stares at you, “I wish we could stay like this a little longer.”

“So do I.” Unfortunately, you can’t. Soon, your shower with Jihyo ends, and you both step out while you put your clothes back on.

Jihyo comes out in an oversized T-shirt. “Our little rendezvous isn’t done yet. I have a surprise for you.” Jihyo takes a few steps away from you and slowly strips off the shirt to show a revealing black dress. Jihyo’s smooth back is revealed to the world in the dress.

“Wow, you look amazing.” Jihyo thanks you for the compliment and turns to face you.

“Come on, let’s get going. I’m hungry.” Jihyo checks herself out before she goes out. You follow close behind. You return the key and step back out into the night. “I planned a nice dinner for us.” Jihyo looks to the side, a bit embarrassed. “I just realized I never asked if you were available to do something after.”

“Of course I am.” You reply quickly. “Lead the way…Mommy.” You whisper, teasing Jihyo. You lead Jihyo to your car, and you’re off to a busy upscale restaurant. “You’re a bit shocked at first that she chose such a place, but you’re also worried about whether you’d be able to afford it.

Jihyo quickly calms your nerves when it comes to payment. “Nice place, right? A friend of mine owns it; she owes me a favor, and we’re getting to eat free tonight. Isn’t that great? You breathe a sigh of relief and nod your head. Once inside, you’re quickly seated in a back corner, where you would have all the privacy you wanted. You’re attended to quickly, order, and wait for your food. “So Jeongyeon has been coming back to you since you transferred?”

“Yeah, she has. Er, well, once. She said she didn't want to but then changed her mind pretty quickly. We’ve only slept together once.”

“She didn’t tell me any of that. She must want to keep you for herself.” Jihyo says with a smile on her face. On the inside, she was slightly annoyed that Jeongyeon hadn’t said anything. Jihyo was the one that got her into you in the first place. “What’s stopping her from being with you more often?”

“Well, she has her husband and baby. It’s hard work. Aren’t you in the same position?” You ask. The way Jihyo worded her question made her sound like she had more free time.

“Almost, I don’t have to work. Or at least I don’t have to often. You know if Jeongyeon doesn’t have time for you, I can be there. My husband still doesn’t pay me any attention, and he’s been working longer hours. If you’re interested, we could do this pretty often. I would have to bring my baby along sometimes, so those days, it would be more like we’re a married couple.” Jihyo says with a laugh.” Though she tries to hide it, you can sense some pain in her words. Jihyo’s confidence is higher than Jeongyeon’s, but you can still tell they face similar problems.

“I think that would be nice. I wouldn’t mind just being with you when you do have to bring your baby.” Jihyo gives you an earnest smile in response. A change in her tone signals to you that she feels a sense of relief. Jihyo herself felt good about clearing that hurdle in her mind. She knew she had an advantage in spending more free time with you, so she would use it. The interest she held in you was lesser than Jeongyeon’s, but at the same time, she felt something in her heart. The moments she spent with you earlier gave her something.

Dinner goes by in a flash, and you and Jihyo talk throughout the meal. When it came time to part, Jihyo hooked her arm around you and leaned into you. “I had a great night. I think this is the first date I’ve been on in…” Jihyo grows quiet as she reflects on when her last date had been; nothing comes to mind, though.

You interrupt her, not wanting her to dwell on the conversation. “I had a great night too. I think we did things in the opposite order, though. We’re supposed to fuck after we eat.” Jihyo playfully slaps your arm and laughs.

“I got excited and didn’t plan things well, okay?” The two of you walk until you reach your car. Jihyo gives you her address, and you begin the drive. It doesn’t take long for Jihyo to fall asleep in the passenger seat. When you arrive, you give Jihyo a peck on the cheek; she stirs slowly. “Hm? Where am I?”

“We’re at your home, Jihyo.” You give Jiyho a proper kiss, “Good night.”

“Good Night. I’ll call you. Get home safe.”

#kpop smut #male reader #m reader #twice smut #jihyo smut

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webslingingslasher · 1 year ago

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heyyy I was just wondering WHAT THE HELL DO YOU PUT IN THIS FRAT!PETER FICS BC I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT TROUBLE AND PETER! I just melt for them together😭😩❤️

I swear when I'm about to fall sleep he just pops into my head and HAVE to grab my phone to reread some of them. Your writing is just soooo god and I wanted to thank you for creating such a work of art🥵🥵🥵

Also I can't stop thinking about frat!peter being jealous like finding a guy talking who hooked up with trouble and overthinking how different they are from each other? and if the ex fling keeps trying to talk with trouble in a friendly way, he would play it cool? i feel like he would look at them talking and he knows about what happen between them but is kinda nervous? idk

I LOVED BRUJA THANK YOU SO MUCH I HAVEN'T ENJOY READING LIKE THIS IN SOOO LONG🥹🥹🥹

first, peter and trouble are crack. second, thank you very much for enjoying!!!

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peter knows what it looks like to awkwardly chat with an old hookup, he’s done it more than a few times. so, when he watches your eyes dance around the room while you politely laugh in response to the guy in front of you, he just knows.

he’s taller than peter, and he’s not one to be self conscious about his height, but he might now. and he’s got bigger biceps, peter’s spider-man and doesn’t have the build this guy does.

and he’s got nice hair. really nice hair. the kind of hair he knows you love. it’s like peters, but longer and a bit more curly. peter pats the hair on the back of his neck, he’s been growing it a little longer, but apparently not enough.

in a desperate attempt to keep your attention on him tonight, he takes his hat off to throw it on top of the fridge. you always beg him to take it off, it’ll work. he’s sure of it.

it doesn’t. you’re unable to stand still, if he was projecting, he’d say you went from awkward to uncomfortable. peter’s not going to be the guy to barge in, but he takes a step forward, just in case.

it’s like you can feel him, your eyes shoot to his across the room. no words are said or mouthed, but your eyes said enough. ‘help.’ its all he needs.

peter cuts the guy right off, slinging an arm low around your waist. a kiss to your temple, ‘hi, trouble.’ you relax into his touch, you hold on tight to his arm. ‘have you met tanner?’

he hasn’t, and he really doesn’t care to. it looks like tanner doesn’t either, they’re both sizing each other up. peter’s putting on a brave face, but he knows tanner's thinking he’s no competition, and peter can’t help but feel the same.

still, he throws a hand out. ‘sup, man. i’m parker.’ tanner shakes it, ‘sup.’ peter holds his hand a bit too tight, he’s trying to subtly prove that even if he was smaller, he could kick his ass if needed.

tanner asked peter how he knew you, he had to bite his tongue on the disrespect. he knew exactly how peter knew you, his possessive hold tells it all. ‘i’m her boyfriend.’

you dig your nails into his arm, you were caught off guard with the statement. he said it like it was obvious, tanner smirked. ‘ah, lucky man.’ peter really doesn’t like his face.

‘yup. sure am.’ you nudge back against him, peter takes it as a hint to get out of there. he couldn’t agree more. ‘wanna get a drink?’ you nod quick, 'yes, please.'

your 'boyfriend' made a small show of spinning you in his hold, you laughed at the twirl and balanced yourself on his shoulders. 'nice seeing you again,' you forgot who you were with for a second.

'you too, tanner! have a good night.' peter nudged your lower back to get you walking, you didn't make it four steps until you were pulled in for a bruising kiss. every thought melted away, there was only one person on your mind.

'peter,' it puffed out, just like your lips.

'trouble,' he said it like a greeting. you shook your head, leaning in for another, you were lucky tonight, he supplied.

'thanks, boyfriend.'

'that was a typo.'

you scoff. 'no it wasn't, that was you acting like you have one foot up so you don't feel as threatened.'

the choice of words make his skin crawl. peter knows it's not exclusive, exclusive. but he at least thought you both were on a similar page, one that didn't include saying 'so you don't feel as threatened.'

'what the fuck is that supposed to mean, trouble? so i don't feel as threatened? i was doing you a favor, but feel free to go entertain whoever you want, i'll do the same.'

peter's sudden aggression had your head spinning, you tried to grab onto his arm before he left you entirely. 'did i say the wrong thing? i didn't mean to say the wrong thing!'

'i didn't feel threatened until you said i should be. i just really don't like being reminded that i'm a choice you can change your mind on at any time, it's not a good feeling.'

sometimes when he says something to that effect, you want to tell him he could do something about it. sometimes, you let it go and remind him you're not looking for anyone else, if you were, you would've stopped putting up with his shit ages ago.

this is one of the times you put his fears at bay.

'look, peter, that guy, tanner? he's all talk, he seems like some cool guy but he really kind of sucks. in the least commitive way possible, boyfriend, there are no threats.'

'you keep talking about threats.'

'cause you have none!' you exhale deeply, 'i don't like anyone else, okay? and talking to other guys makes me wanna bash my head into a brick wall.'

'you talking to other guys also makes me want to bash my head into a brick wall.'

you grin and smooth out a wrinkle on peter's shirt. 'good, we're on the same page, then.'

peter throws an arm around your shoulder while he guides you to the kitchen.

'i'll deny it if you say anything, but i quite like reading at the same pace as you, trouble.'

#peter parker blurb #peter parker x reader #frat!peter drabbles #tasm!peter x reader

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hayakawalove · 11 months ago

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Valentine's Day

A/N: Will I ever stop writing poly satosugu? No. No I won't.

Summary: You had been with your two boyfriends for years, and each February they brought a smile to your face. This year seems a bit different although.

TW: Smut, polyamory, choking, AFAB reader, female reader, alcohol mention, alcohol

W/C: 5,664

Your boyfriends were theatrical, Satoru especially. Suguru, if given the chance, much preferred to do things under the radar and special. But then again he was not above putting on a show for you. Especially if Satoru was involved.

Because of this, it kind of surprised you when neither of them mentioned Valentine’s Day. It was the 12th already and so far there had been no mention of the holiday. You thought it might be because they were busy, but that didn’t mean they would forget, right? You knew you could have said something, but the boys usually planned things. Because of that, you didn’t want to get in the way of anything. So you decided to be discreet about it. You wandered into the kitchen and found them both sitting at the table, meager discussion floating from their lips.

“Hey.” You murmur, fiddling around the kitchen.

“Hi bunny!”

“Hey baby.”

Your eyes flick up and notice the two giving you smiles. Satoru’s eyes brightening up significantly, his smile akin to something like the sun. Suguru’s head tilted, his grin matching something much more graceful. The moon perhaps. Your sun and moon. You supposed that made you their stars, didn’t it?

You narrow your eyes before looking down at a spare cup.

“What do you guys wanna do this week?” You ask, hoping not to be too obvious.

You fill your cup up with water and lean against the counter.

“Oh, there was that new movie I was telling you guys about. It comes out on Tuesday.” Satoru thinks out loud.

“Whatever you want to do baby.” Suguru responds with a tight lip smile, his eyes gently closed.

Had they really not had anything planned? It was odd, but you didn’t want to push it.

It wasn’t like you particularly minded doing nothing for Valentine’s Day this year.

That’s what you told yourself at least.

It was finally Valentine’s Day and you had willfully resigned. This year you were just not going to do anything, and you tried convincing yourself it was okay. You requested the day off in advance, figuring that something would be planned, but it didn’t seem needed anymore. So, you were going to use the day to do nothing.

When you woke up in the morning, your bed was empty besides you. You had long gotten used to the feeling of your bed being filled to the brim, hot and stuffy after a long night's sleep with multiple bodies. Not seeing the two boneheads made you sad.

Your eyes float over to the corner of the room, where you stuffed each other their Valentine’s Day gifts underneath a pile of your clothes. Even if you weren’t going to be doing anything today, you still wanted to surprise them with it.

You get out of bed and patter around the house trying to see if they were anywhere else. Much to your dismay, the house was empty.

Your stomach grumbles while you pad your way to the kitchen. Normally, Suguru would be whipping up a storm in there while Satoru sat nearby to pester him. The kitchen was empty today, much to your chagrin. With a sigh, you grab leftovers and sit on a stool, flicking your phone open once you see Satoru’s name pop up.

“Hey! Thought you were gonna sleep forever.”

“Might’ve if I wasn’t alone.” You grumble.

You hear Satoru chuckle and you look at your food distatefully. The conglomerate of leftovers suddenly becoming the most unappealing thing in the world to you.

“Poor bunny.”

“Where are you both anyway?”

The line is quiet for a second as if Satoru was speaking to someone.

“Just had to pick up a few things for tonight.”

“Okay. Will you make sure to get milk too? We’re out.”

The line cuts to silence once more which confuses you. Usually Satoru had a lot to say, normally you had a hard time getting any words in during a phone call with him. After a couple seconds of silence and what sounds like the phone being muffled, his cheery voice comes back. You and Satoru begin talking again before something rouses you from the conversation. Your doorbell jolts you from the call, but you quickly glaze over it.

“Aren’t you gonna get that?” He asks.

“No, probably has the wrong address.” You say and pick at your nails.

“I'm not so sure.”

For the sake of entertaining him, you hop off your chair and make your way to the door. Once you open it, you find a black shopping bag on the ground. You look at it in confusion before leaning down to pick it up.

“Yeah, no, this definitely is the wrong house.”

Satoru sighs loudly causing you to pull the phone away.

“Just look in the bag!” He complains like a child.

“Alright alright.” You sigh before shutting the door, lugging the bag inside.

Usually you wouldn’t put up much of a fight, but today you were less than amused.

Once you arrive to your room, you plop the bag down on your bed and rummage through it. There was a white card on the top, peaking your interest. Your name was scrawled in gold on the front, the font looking much too fancy, as well as text on the other side. It read, “Your treasure awaits”.

Your heart begins to pick up. Satoru was on the line still, but there was no noise coming from him. With shaky hands you open the bag more, finding something else. As you pull it out you notice it’s a tight black dress, exactly your size. At the bottom of the bag there was another white card. On the front end it said “Suguru’s favorite place.” Flipping it over you see what’s written on the back. “You slid into my heart.”

“Satoru, what is all this?” You question.

“Looks like you have to find out.” He says joyfully, clicking the line, leaving your mind reeling.

You pull the dress on and look at yourself in the mirror. It looked really good on you. The boys really enjoyed picking out outfits for you, flaunting you like their own dress up doll. You didn’t mind really, not when they always paid for it. You hold the card in your hand, eyes flicking back and forth over the lettering. Suguru’s favorite place? He wasn’t very picky, he enjoyed lots of places.

Suguru really enjoyed the museum, you knew that. Images of him walking beside you, reading you all the placards filled your brain. He also liked the cafe that was nestled between stores several streets over. None of those made sense with the clue, though.

With a deep breath you close your eyes and think back. Each thought brought you back to one place. A park he liked seeing.

You stuff their gifts in a bag before setting off.

It was a quaint park. The grass was always green and there was a large field that families enjoyed picnicking at. Off to the side was a playground for children, a long plastic slide crossing the play area. You journey to the playground, eagerly walking to the slide, thinking back to the note that was left in the bag. You see another small bag on the slide and your stomach twists in excitement.

Opening the bag you notice a small box and another note. The note reads “Satoru’s sweet treats” and on the back says “I’m such a nerd for you”. You chuckle to yourself and open the box, seeing a bright necklace packaged inside. The chain was dainty and it held a diamond at the very end, one that shined brightly in the sun. It was hard getting the necklace on on your own, but you were able to manage after a couple minutes.

The next location wasn’t any easier to figure out. Satoru had many places he liked going to for sweets, so it was hard to narrow down.

You think you understood the game now. There would be a present at each location with a card hinting at the next spot. You couldn’t help but notice how the game was so very like the two men. Cheeky, but swirling with romance.

You had no idea why you were so worried they had forgotten the date.

After much inner debate you decided to go to his favorite candy store. It was fairly decent in size as it had to accompany the wide range of treats stored inside. It looked mostly empty when you entered, rows of colorful concoctions lining the walls. Your legs carry you down the aisles while you think back to the hint on the card. It made you want to check for their selection of nerds and sure enough, there was another bag nestled between boxes. This time it was filled with a bracelet, matching your necklace. The employees blush and comment to each other when you walk up, requesting help for your bracelet. They wished you a happy Valentine’s Day and you’re left to exit the store. The idea of Satoru and Suguru coming inside to hide your gift and explaining to the workers what they were doing made you chuckle to yourself.

The day continued much like that, each time you were led across town to find more gifts. The final note was the most confusing. All it said was “back to where it all began” without any other clues on the back side. You thought back to where you and the two had spent your first date. It was a secluded forest, a canopy of trees surrounding the three of you. You remember Satoru laying on his back, Suguru reclined with his hands keeping him up behind him, and you sitting with your legs crossed. You talked for hours.

Once arriving, you find the last bag. Inside was a hair clip, donning an amethyst and a turquoise. The two men fit so well together it was no wonder their birthstones did as well. The card inside the bag only had a phone number on it, so you flipped open your phone to dial it. A nice man answered, asking if you were Satoru’s and Suguru’s girlfriend. With a blush you confirm, hearing an engine starting on the other end. He told you he would be there shortly to pick you up.

This game was fun, and you really enjoyed all your gifts, but you were hoping you would be seeing Satoru and Suguru soon. Material items were nice, but they meant nothing if your partners weren't there by your side.

The car ride was relatively short but still felt extremely glamourous. You rode in a black sleek car, cushions softer than any other vehicle you had been in before. The driver drops you off at a five star hotel, bidding you a farewell before speeding off. You get the room number from the front desk and rush to the room. You nervously look at the door in front of you before knocking on it gently. While you wait, you bounce on your toes and heels and let your mind wander. The game had lasted hours, and your nerves were about to swallow you whole.

The door swings open, the force making your eyes widen in surprise. Satoru stood there in a white button up, eyes wide and frantic.

“Hey.” You speak, your eyes slowly trailing across his body.

Satoru’s hand flies out and grabs you, pulling you into the room. Your back is pressed against a wall and his lips are on yours. Part of you wanted to tell him to slow down, but the way his mouth felt against yours had your mind swimming.

Satoru’s tongue glides out, sliding against your bottom lip before you part your mouth open. His hands roam across your body, not settling anywhere for too long. His presence was overwhelming, suffocating and somehow not enough.

More, you needed more. If it was possible to fuse souls you were sure you would’ve by now.

Your hands clutch his shirt, if it wasn’t as expensive as it was there was a real chance you would’ve torn it.

“Satoru, I was only gone for five minutes.” A familiar voice speaks behind Satoru.

He pulls his lips from yours and stares deeply into your eyes, the tension palpable.

“Couldn't resist.” Satoru speaks, his tone heavy.

He pulls away from you and you feel yourself deflate, body aching for more.

“Our girl is just too beautiful.”

Satoru pulls you away from the wall, presenting you to Suguru. His hands hold your waist still while his chin rests on your shoulder.

You look at the man in front of you. Suguru was dressed in a black button up, his hair swept up into a bun. His fox eyes slowly slide down your body, taking you in.

“You look beautiful baby.” Velvet words grace your ears.

After all this time, still, still he made your heart flutter.

He takes a step forward, lifting up your hand. He intertwines his fingers with yours, before pulling your hand up to place a kiss on your knuckles.

“Happy Valentine’s Day princess.”

Suguru’s words float over to you, but you’re almost too distracted by the both of them to fully understand what he said.

“Thought you guys might’ve forgotten.”

Suguru pulls you away from Satoru and further into the room, and you notice a table in the middle of it. There were two candles placed on top, with three plates spaced evenly. Only now do you recognize a heavenly scent filling the room.

“Us? Forget Valentine’s Day?” Satoru laughs, pulling your chair out for you.

Satoru sits in one of the chairs opposite you, watching as you take everything in.

“It’s possible! I was about ready to order take out all by myself and watch the notebook on repeat.”

“Unfortunately you’re stuck with us.” Suguru graces you with a small grin.

“What’s for dinner?” You ask, watching Suguru carefully lift off the lid over your plate, then moving on to remove his and Satoru’s.

“Steak! Although Suguru insisted on making it himself.”

Suguru raises an eyebrow at Satoru before sitting down next to him. Scents from the meal slowly waft up to your nose, making your stomach grumble.

“I’m pretty sure you told me you liked my cooking better than anyone else’s.”

“And you caved immediately!” Satoru responds cheekily, making Suguru huff in annoyance.

Suguru was stuck trying to defend himself while you and Satoru were ignoring him, beginning to cut your steak. He eventually gave up, grumbling to himself before popping open a bottle of champagne.

“You should’ve seen him. He was running around the big fancy kitchen trying to prepare everything. I wish I caught it on tape. Do you think I could ask the hotel for their security footage?” Satoru rambles, popping a piece of steak in his mouth.

“I can picture it perfectly. How’d they let you in anyway?”

“Satoru bought their silence, he’s a sneaky dog.” Suguru answers, pouring champagne into both of your glasses, purposefully avoiding Satoru’s.

The meal tasted just as wonderfully as you could’ve imagined. It melted on your tongue, Suguru’s cooking never failing to amaze you. You were glad that Satoru convinced him to cook. You had fun eating at restaurants with them, but nothing quite compared to Suguru’s cooking.

“How long do we have the room for?” You ask, looking around at the wide open space.

You had never been in such a fancy hotel before, you didn’t even wanna know how much one night costed.

“Satoru just gave them his card so we can stay for as long as we like.”

“Is there anything your money can’t buy?” You cast a look over to Satoru who was happily humming while eating.

“Nope!”

The rest of the meal you and Suguru poke fun at Satoru, teasing him for treating money so fickly. Your laughter filled the room, making it feel even more homey when paired with the food.

Then again, you were sure anywhere would be home as long as they were with you.

Champagne flowed through your veins and you swore the bubbles did too. It felt like your skin was burst alight, your body floating on happiness.

You hum and reach out a hand, grabbing onto Satoru’s hand.

“Wanna dance.”

His eyes light up at your request and he turns to Suguru. The two men share a look before Satoru is hopping out of his chair, quickly heading towards you. The air of excitement he held only floated over to you, raising you up even higher.

You felt so good.

You kick off your heels and tiptoe carefully to the middle of the room. Satoru’s arms latch onto you, getting in position. It wasn’t long before Suguru strolled over to sit on the bed and watch, his phone held tightly in his hand while he played music.

You couldn’t follow the beat even if you tried, luckily Satoru was there to guide you through it. He teases you, his airy laughter tickling your ear. You could feel Suguru’s gaze on the both of you as he watched his lovers sway back and forth. Satoru’s body felt warm pressed against yours, his firm hand gripping your lower back.

Suguru leaned back and continued to leisurely sip from his glass, affection pouring over his features. He was thinking back to your earlier conversation. Could you really think they would have forgotten? Never in a million years would they forget you.

The room was spinning. No, wait, shit, were you spinning? You didn’t care. Your laughter echoes off the walls as you stand on your tiptoes to attempt to reach Satoru’s height.

You stop for a breather, hand clutched tightly in Satoru’s shirt. Suguru excuses himself to remove the plates of food, wanting to clear up space.

“That was so much fun.” You say breathlessly.

“Yeah? Want to have some more fun?”

You arch a brow but your question was answered before you could even ask it. Satoru had backed you up against the bed, making you collapse on it. You pull him down with you, relishing in the feeling of his full body weight against yours.

“Yes.”

His lips are on yours in an instant, fanning the flames under your skin. You could tell he was restraining himself a bit, his hand clutched tightly next to your head.

“Touch me, Satoru.” Your words leaked desperation.

“Fuck, don’t say that. We gotta wait for Suguru.” His actions don’t align with his words.

His tongue caresses against yours, his skin tingling once his tongue dips into your mouth. He had kissed your mouth billions of times, but each time he did he swore there was new territory for him to mark and explore.

“Can’t keep your hands to yourself tonight, Satoru.” Suguru chides from behind him.

Satoru pulls away and you feel an ache underneath your lips, begging for his lips once more.

“She started it.”

“Yes, we do have a needy girl on our hands, don’t we?”

Satoru moves out of the way, exposing Suguru to you. Your breath hitches at the sinful expression he holds while staring down at you.

His hands reach out to grab you, pulling you up to stand. His presence is overwhelming as he turns you around, pressing you against the empty table. You follow his motions to guide you down, his lips ghosting over your skin.

“Look so wonderful for us darling.” His words muffle against your skin as he places chaste kisses against your neck.

You can feel yourself shake beneath him, desperate for more. He was teasing you, but what kept you through it was knowing how satisfying everything would be once he deemed it time.

“Need it Suguru.” You whimper, fingers dug into his shoulders.

The heated atmosphere shifts, now drowning you in a lake of fire. Suguru pulls you up from the table and makes you lay on the bed. Your skin is prickling in anticipation, staring up at him. He leans down to press his lips against yours, quelling the fire inside. His tongue feels plush against yours as he drags it through your mouth. Suguru pushes your dress up to pull it off your head, only parting from your mouth to get out of the way. His tongue glides against yours and you taste the bitter bite of the drink, and you wondered if you could get intoxicated off the taste of it alone. Then again, you could always get drunk on him.

Suguru pulls back and kneels against the bed, spreading your legs open for him. He dips his head down, pulling your underwear off you at an agnoizing pace. Satoru whistles, causing you to snap your head up to look at where their gaze lay. Your underwear peeled from your pussy, strings of need attaching to it.

“Fuck.” Suguru whispers under his breath as he glides the clothing down your thighs.

You’re suddenly filled with insecurity, wanting to close your legs. Their eyes stared deep into you, mesmerized by your lust.

“Don’t just look…” You whimper.

Suguru refocuses himself and smiles, trailing fingers up your thighs to spread you out.

“My apologies princess.”

You want to scoff but the noise doesn’t make it out of your throat in time before a whimper escapes. You can feel the eagerness building up inside you as his lips ghost over you. The first time you feel his tongue press against you, you let out a guttural moan. It appeases Suguru, his tongue diving in deeper. He laves it against your clit, tasting the sweet nectar you leaked. You watch as the tendons in his hands flex as he clutches your thighs, bringing you down further against his mouth.

Your hole clenches pitifully as he pleases you. The warmth of his tongue teases your clit, moving in a circle.

The bed dips beside you and you see Satoru next to you, his hard cock in his hand. His eyes were glued to the way Suguru devoured you.

“Satoru.” You say in a whiny voice.

Precum leaks from his tip like a faucet, the sight making your heart pound.

You reach up and grab his cock, experimenting with a couple slow strokes. His chest heaves in response, echoes of low moans falling from his lips.

Suguru wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, your heels digging into his shoulder blades. He could feel the way you trembled beneath him, causing his cock to stiffen below.

Not yet, this was about you.

You pick up the pace, tugging Satoru much faster, mind caught between the bliss of Suguru’s mouth and bringing Satoru to the edge.

“How’s he making you feel bunny?”

You hang your head back, unable to focus on anything besides the primal desire within you. Suguru’s tongue strokes against you, working you up.

“Good- so so good.” The words sound foreign coming from you, your throat dry.

“Gonna cum on his tongue, right?” Satoru asks.

You moan louder, your thighs a mess of spit and your fluid.

“Yes, fuck need to cum.”

You squeeze the tip of his cock before sliding your hand down. Satoru whimpers lowly as he tries to not thrust into the palm of your hand.

Suguru dips his tongue once, twice, into your hole before bringing it back up, teasing your clit once more. Your mouth hangs open as you look back down at him, truly believing god himself was between your legs. Your legs twitch on either side of his head while you shamelessly grind further into his tongue, so close you could almost taste it. It rushes over you suddenly all at once and you’re cumming on Suguru’s tongue, body thrashing underneath him as he tries to hold you down. It gives him a burst of excitement seeing how you lose yourself beneath him.

He reluctantly pulls away from you, watching how you glisten below him. You try to regulate your breathing but fail miserably. Heavy hands work their way across your skin, attempting to bring you back down. It looked like the two were exchanging places. Suguru sits next to you on the bed, nudging a piece of your hair out of the way. His eyes were filled with warmth, nothing but admiration and love in the way he looked at you. It almost made you want to shy away from how intense it felt. He looked at you like he didn’t give you an earth shattering orgasm less than a minute ago.

Satoru’s thighs nudge your legs open wider, bringing your attention back towards him. His hairline was lined with sweat, desperation to feel something, anything corrupting his body. His cock stood at attention, in front of you.

“Please let me fuck you princess, need it, need you.” His voice sounded helpless.

You dig your teeth in your lip and nod, eager to feel him inside you. His tip slides down your opening and you force your eyes shut. Pleasure courses through your body, the idea of feeling more made your mind reel.

Satoru slides inside you slowly, his cock beginning to stretch you out. Your mouth hangs open and suddenly you can’t breathe. You could not get enough oxygen. It felt like you were surrounded by their love, surrounded by the lust you three shared.

He moans, struggling to keep his composure. His fists clench against the bed as he bottoms out completely.

A moment of silence is shared between you while you appreciate the other, enjoying how each other's skin felt.

“Ready, bunny?” He asks breathlessly, his patience running thin.

You nod, trapping his hips in between your legs.

He thrusts in, starting to fuck you.

Your moans bounce off the walls around you. You try to grasp onto something, anything to ground yourself. The force of his cock was knocking all the screws loose in your head, you couldn’t think.

His eyes squeeze shut as he goes. It looked like he might have been mumbling something under his breath.

Your clit throbs at the neglect, needing to feel pressure. You grab one of Satoru’s hands, guiding it between your legs.

He lets out what sounds like a breathless chuckle. Taking the hint, he begins to circle your clit with his finger.

Suguru moves on the bed, kneeling behind your head, his cock above your face. It’s inches away, the mere sight of it making you salivate.

“Wanna do something for me, beautiful?” He asks.

Your elbows prop up bringing you closer to him. You close your eyes and stick your tongue out, sliding up against his sensitive balls. He grunts lowly above you. Your mouth felt like heaven to him as you carefully suck his balls.

Satoru picks up the pace, the sight of you pleasing Suguru searing into his brain. He couldn’t focus on all of it at once, it felt like his brain was short circuiting. His hips stutter as he leans forward, desperate to get Suguru’s cock in his mouth.

Suguru’s chest heaves. The sight in front of him bordered on something holy. His two beautiful partners were in front of him, cherishing his cock. How lucky was he?

Your mouth gently glides over, paying attention to both sides of Suguru’s delicate flesh. Satoru slides his tongue against Suguru, feeling his cock twitch in his mouth.

Suguru pulls Satoru off, an audible pop ringing out. Satoru pouts up at Suguru, wanting to suck him off even more.

“Fuck, you have to stop or I’m gonna cum.” Suguru chastises, his eyebrow twitching.

You place several kisses around, ignoring him. Only when you feel Satoru start slamming into you harder do you come back to the moment. He holds your hips, keeping you in place as he molds your pussy to his cock.

You hear lip smacking above you, the sound of Satoru’s moans being muffled against Suguru’s lips. Suguru holds his face steady while his tongue swirls inside Satoru’s mouth. The taste of his own precum mixed with Satoru’s saliva made his brain feel hazy.

“Feels so good, feels so good!” Satoru pulls apart to chant.

Suguru smiles as he watches his boyfriend fall apart in front of him.

“She does, doesn’t she? You should be thanking me Satoru, for allowing you to let you use her first.”

His words have your pussy clenching around Satoru’s cock, making it borderline impossible for him to keep fucking you.

Satoru whimpers helplessly, his hands digging into your tender flesh.

“T-thank you Suguru, thank you!” Satoru’s gulping down oxygen.

Suguru hums, seemingly placated for now.

“You’re so welcome.” Sickingly sweet.

Satoru’s movements lose all rhythm, all reasoning thrown out the window as he chases his high.

“Gonna cum.” He murmurs, looking down and watching how your body all but sucks him in.

“Ask for it.” Suguru orders.

“Please let me cum now, please I can’t, she’s feels so fucking-“

Suguru slides two fingers into Satoru’s mouth and he eagerly wraps his hand around his wrist while sucking.

“What a good boy, of course you can.”

You feel Satoru’s hips stutter before his cum shoots out inside you.

Satoru moans loudly, all noises slightly garbled from Suguru’s fingers. Ecstasy fills your veins as you watch the sight above you. Beautiful beautiful men. His cock stills inside you while he pulls off Suguru’s hand. His body weight feels heavy against you as he leans over, pressing soft kisses along your throat. Suguru whisks himself off the bed leaving you only a moment of reprieve before he took Satoru’s place. He spread your pussy and grinned to himself.

Oh how he and Satoru loved to make a mess out of you.

“How we feeling pretty girl?” His voice calms your body.

You can’t find any words to say so you just grumble and wiggle below him. He chuckles before nodding his head, dragging his hands up your body leaving goosebumps trailing behind.

“So good for us, always so sweet.” He utters praises in between kisses down your chest.

“Just hold on a little bit longer princess.”

His tip rubs through your folds and you feel your body react instantly. Suguru pushes the head inside and revels how your back immediately arches up, hands clawing at his exposed chest.

“Relax, relax. I’ve got you.” He speaks so quietly you swear you feel your heart stop beating for a moment

He lowers himself down until your skin presses against each other. His nipple and belly piercings drag against your sensitive skin as he sinks deeper into you. Suguru’s lips part, mirroring yours while he watches your face contort into complete pleasure.

You try not to acknowledge the fact that his caramel eyes are flicking across your face. You wouldn’t be able to stand it if you saw how much he adored you.

He presses a kiss to your forehead before he begins to fuck you. His cock drags in your walls, Satoru’s cum making it easier to slide through. Suguru tries to keep his composure as he watches you beneath him. He snakes a hand between you two and massages your clit.

Your body jolts beneath him as you moan into his neck. Both of them made you feel so good it almost made you wonder. Were humans allowed to feel this good?

Suguru hits deep inside you, his quiet moans mingling with yours. You look up and make eye contact with him, his pools of caramel swallowing you whole. His fingers speed up and you could feel yourself falling closer. You reach up and wrap a hand around his throat, bringing him down closer to your lips. Your lips smash together while he winces, your hand still wrapped around his throat.

“Fuck, yes, just like that baby.” His voice sounded husky, a combination of the pressure on his throat and the lust that consumed him.

You were going to be sore tomorrow but you didn’t care. You feel yourself start to cum and Suguru keeps pumping into you, bringing you down even more.

“Good girl, good girl.” Your chest twists and turns at his voice.

Suguru listens to the melody of your moans surrounding him while he slams into you. His cock forces itself into you even deeper as it twitches, cum draining out into your tight walls. His cum mixed with yours and Satoru’s, creating something sinful as it leaks down your body. You could hardly catch a breath as he started to drag himself out of you.

You suddenly felt extremely empty and exposed, feeling the two men’s eyes bore into you.

They share two kisses before Satoru is cleaning up between your legs, his loving cooes escaping his lips.

After you get all cleaned up you cuddle in the bed together, basking in each others presence.

“Oh, my gift is gonna seem lame now.”

Satoru turns to you and Suguru’s eyes widen. They hadn’t really expected anything from you. You bought them something every year, but they always told you you didn’t have to.

“You got us something? Where?” Satoru’s voice peaks.

“It’s in the bag by the table.” Your eyelids start to feel heavy.

You sink further into the bed, enjoying the feeling of Suguru’s fingers stroking your side.

Satoru hops off the bed and brings the bag over, rummaging through it. A big box of chocolates, definitely for Satoru. For Suguru, a teddy bear.

“Too cheesy?” You ask, feeling self conscious.

They had got you this hotel room, even going so far as to create a whole game to lead you to them, all of it was better than perfect.

Satoru tackles you on the bed, quickly placing kisses all over your face.

“It’s perfect bunny!” His words are slightly muffled from your face.

Suguru grabs the teddy bear and grins, holding it close to his chest.

Joy bursts from your skin and you try your hardest not to show your excitement.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” They say back, pulling you close.

#my writing #suguru x reader x gojo #poly satosugu #suguru x reader #suguru geto x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk

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mxtantrights · 8 months ago

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Omg, girl!! Im the one who requested the "enemies" to lovers with Jason Todd one, and GIRL. I loved it. Was better than i was expecting. Please, write part two!( kiss scene? Hehe)Or a whole Bible if you want. Honestly, i only said a "quick" one because i was trying to be polite, didn't want to push or anything lol.

Anyway, thank you for writing my request!!

thank you soo much!! <333 this is a second parter to this post, but it can be read as a stand alone. hope you enjoy it as much as I liked continuing it!!

The kiss happens in two parts. Not to say that you can carefully dissect it into two parts, but that the kiss almost happens once and then it finally does, kind of.

Once when the two of you are on mission. In a slimy dive bar in some redacted location. You've been following your mark all day and ended up here. He's slinging back cheap shots of an off brand liquor as you and Red watch from the roof of the place.

He's been followed all day and hasn't made you once, which is a good thing. Or a bad thing. So you and Red decide to switch it up. There was no need to drag it out any longer. You could confront him and get the info you needed.

That was the plan.

Until the two of you were about to corner your mark. You were waiting on the street and Red was on the other side of it. It was going well until all of a sudden he met up with a familiar face. Falcone. Red pulled off his side of the street quickly and met up with you.

He doesn't say much. He doesn't say anything at all as he takes your arm and drags you around the wall of a store. You have half the mind to question him but you don't. Until he starts taking off the bottom part of his mask.

You try to stop him, but he crowds into your space. He whispers a very clear apology for being too close to you. And then he explains that him being here, would be a dead give away to Falcone. He might blow up whatever plans he has.

Both of you can hear them walking your way. And the only thing you can think of is apologizing to Red before fitting his fcae right into your neck. In the darkness of the night no one can really see his helmet. Or both of your suits.

They walk by without any second thought to the two of you. And you wait about five seconds before telling Red he was okay to pick his head up from your neck.

The drive to he motel was awkward to say the least.

The second time is when you're in the middle of changing in said motel. It's the last night of the mission. You're just about ready to go home to your comfortable bed and front door that has more than one lock.

Red is in a room on this floor. But the two of you haven't run into each other outside of your masks. It's weird. Like weird as in, it probably should have happened by now, but it hasn't. You think to yourself maybe the universe isn't ready to answer that question yet.

With a towel wrapped around your body you're about to start changing into your sleep wear when you hear something odd. A pop coming from outside. Then another one.

You grab your firearm and go over to the door. You look through the peep hole and see nothing. But you know you heard something. So you open the door , just to peek your head out. And at the right time too.

All of a sudden you see a tall man, white streak of hair, coming your way. He's wearing sweatpants and a black muscle tee. Once he makes eye contact with you, he starts running your way. You don't have time to close the door before he's standing in your face begging you to kiss him.

He's out a breath, and he's practically begging at this point. You're not about to kiss a random man. But when you hear the following footsteps you know he is in danger.

So you agree. And this guy apologizes to you in advance as he leans you against your door and cradles the back of your head with his hand. You almost sort of melt into the kiss. Just for a second. only for a second actually.

Because you realize, the way this man just apologized for what he was about to do, is the same way Red apologized to you the other night. And your brain feels like it's on fire because you realize this isn't some random man. This is Red.

This is Red and you know what he looks like. And he definitely knows it you because your'e the same person he saved in the alleyway in Gotham. Coincidences like that don't happen. Especially when you kind of hinted at it with the first word you said to him as a civilian.

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#dc x reader #Jason todd x reader #Jason todd imagine #Jason todd blurb #dc blurbs #dc imagine #dc #Jason todd

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always-andromeda · 10 months ago

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⟡ Frankie Morales x F!Reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⟡ 3,038

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ⟡ After recruiting you to be his plus one for yet another wedding, Frankie can't help but ruminate on and regret the last one he brought you to.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ⟡ Hey, Lolabee!! I'm super excited to finally share that I'm your secret Valentine!! I apologize in advance for posting this so late in the game; exam week has been super hectic. That being said, I decided to give myself a little bit of a challenge and write something for Frankie for the first time ever. I should preface this by saying that when I read your prompt for rom-com vibes, I immediately began filing through all of my favorite rom-coms. And since my current favorite is Plus One, this fic is very much inspired by it!! Happy late Valentine's Day!! (dt: @thelightsandtheroses) (divider credits: @cafekitsune)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⟡ fluff with little bits of angst (regardless, minors, please do not interact), no physical description given to the reader except for the fact that she wears makeup, mentions of alcohol and references to the reader drinking, the slightest references to Frankie's past, this fic is almost entirely removed from the movie's canon (these characters are basically my paper dolls that I'm making do cute things<3), idiots in love, they tease each other, they go to a wedding, misunderstandings occur, but it all works out <3

“You’re bringing your own tissues this time, right?” Frankie called from where he sat at the edge of the bed. He’d slept in far worse places. But he could already feel new knots forming on top of the old ones in his back. Needless to say, he wasn’t looking forward to spending yet another night attempting to sleep on the dense hotel room mattress.

You replied from the bathroom, “Oh, yeah, don’t worry. I’m prepared.”

“You better be. Because you’re not using my tie to blow your nose again.”

If you were in the room, Frankie could’ve practically felt your glare burning a hole through him. But instead he only heard the clear exasperation in your tone when you answered, “I did not use your tie to blow my nose.”

“Might as well have…” he mumbled. Santi’s wedding had claimed that casualty. By the end of the ceremony you’d soaked his tie in tears and covered it with a fine layer of translucent powder from dabbing your face off. And as much as he teased, he hadn’t minded it. He hadn’t minded it any more than he’d minded the distant friends and relatives who’d assumed that you were his girlfriend. Which…wasn’t an insulting assumption by any means.

The next time – at Benny’s wedding – Frankie brought you tissues. He didn’t like to think about Benny’s wedding. But if there was one thing he was happy about, it was that he’d thought far enough ahead to bring them for you. He was glad to see your smile. To feel your arms wrap around him as you thanked him and told him he was such a sweetheart. He was also grateful for the Hawaiian sun; for the developing sunburn that had prevented you from seeing how much that one nickname made his cheeks flush in that moment.

Your head popped out of the bathroom doorway, your makeup only half done, to aim a smartass smile at him with your lined lips. “Hey, I like to think of it as a gift. You should too.”

“Your ability to cry at the drop of a hat?”

“You're damn right,” you said indignantly.

Frankie sighed, pushing his hair back for about the dozenth time. He then laid back on the bed and stared up at the popcorn ceiling. “If we’re lucky, this is the first and last time you’ll need to worry about packing some to begin with. Will’s the last stop on the wedding train.”

The thought almost made him misty eyed. Within a few hours, he’d be the last single man in his crew. The last one awake at the sleepover. Eyes so wide they were practically ablaze staring through the uncertainty of night. Unable to find sleep. Unable to believe he’d ever find it to begin with.

Your voice cut through his trance. “I wouldn’t be so sure. Maybe next year we’ll get an invite for Tom’s second wedding,” you teased.

Frankie rolled his eyes. At least he could take some sort of comfort in that. Redfly had tried out the whole settling down thing. And it just didn’t work. Frankie wished his buddies well, but he couldn’t help but feel deep down that they’d never be made for domesticity. They weren’t made for teary-eyed speeches and destination weddings.

“Don’t count on it,” he drawled.

“Don’t count on it,” you mimicked Frankie’s slow, gruff voice which earned a small laugh from him. “I’ll tell you what, I bet you that Ben’s best man speech isn’t going to be nearly as good as Will’s was.”

He attempted to recall what Will had even said only a few months prior. It had to have been good, the man was a public speaker, for Christ’s sake. He guessed, “That one was long, right?”

“Yeah…don’t you remember it? Frankie, were you even there?”

“I was there alright.” He laughed to mask the wince he wanted to let out. Then he cleared his throat, throwing out another vague guess, “But I seem to remember that by the end of it, he needed some damn tissues too.”

“If you had a shithead little brother who managed to get married before he could experience massive head trauma, you’d probably get a little choked up too.” You added more to yourself than to him, “God, Frankie, how do you forget a speech like that? It was fucking beautiful.”

There was a very high likelihood that he had forgotten. Frankie spent almost every day following that entire night trying to forget it. And he wondered how in the world you remembered it either considering how much you’d drank.

If you could remember what Will had said…you should’ve remembered what you’d said too, right? You, standing in the bathroom and observing yourself in the mirror as you combed through your lashes to separate them, had to have known what you said to him that night. Because he knew it. Whether he liked it or not, he had that particular speech memorized with the way it ran through his head.

Frankie had known you were in a tough spot. Hell, it was part of the reason why he’d brought you along; part of the reason why Benny had insisted Frankie take you.

She just got broken up with, Frankie had tried to reason.

Benny had merely smirked, Which is the exact reason why you should invite her out. Give her a chance to get fucked up. Spend the night with one of the bachelors. It’s the quintessential wedding experience.

Frankie couldn’t have even pretended to mask his disgust at the idea. But he couldn’t lie…bringing you along again sounded leagues above going alone.

And now, sometimes he wished he had toughed it out instead.

No matter how much he tried to forget, the details always flashed through his mind. The way your fingers ran through his hair. How your touch managed to stay so soft despite how completely out of it you were. But that’s how you’d always been with him. Even at his absolute worst points when he was a less than ideal man, you found some shred of decency inside him that you never hesitated to cradle and nurture.

Maybe that’s what had made those tangles form in his stomach; the idea that he was taking advantage of that kindness.

Because that wasn’t…you. You wouldn’t have done that in your right mind. If your boyfriend hadn’t just broken up with you. If you hadn’t just found out that the entire time Nick had been cheating on you with that woman from accounting in his office. If you hadn’t drank way too much. None of this would be happening if you weren’t at your absolute lowest.

So he wiped the slate clean. It’d almost always been easy to do that. To simply forget. But he should’ve known better by now. Those things he somehow managed to lock up always found a way to ooze out of the cracks in his facade.

There were a few times Frankie thought you might crack during the ceremony. Especially when Will read out his vows, because of course the guy went the extra mile, delivering them with that stern reverence that made him the kind of guy you wanted on your team.

But you didn’t cry. This time…you grabbed his hand. It almost didn’t occur to him that you had until Will kissed his now wife and you squeezed Frankie’s hand in excitement. For a moment, he wondered if you’d managed to get a drink in before the ceremony. You couldn’t have; the bar wasn’t supposed to open until afterwards. He knew it couldn’t have been an alcohol induced action but he was still afraid to acknowledge it.

So he kept as still as possible. Even when the ceremony ended and you began to pull him around the venue. Though he knew his hand was getting clammier with every minute that passed, he let you drag him around the little circles of friends and family of the bride and groom. He had checked out enough that he didn’t quite realize what he’d gotten himself into until you were bringing him to the dance floor and positioning his hands on your hips.

Only when you let go of his hand and placed your own on his shoulders did it strike him how similar this felt to that night at Benny’s wedding.

You spoke like you were treading thin ice. “That speech was…surprisingly alright.”

“And you didn’t cry,” he remarked equally as carefully.

“I didn’t cry!” you exclaimed.

“It would’ve been fine if you had.”

You shook your head, “That wasn’t the kind of speech you cry at. It was simple. Sweet. I liked it. Who would’ve thought Benny’d have it in him, right?”

“So what do you do for that kind of speech?” Frankie asked, raising an eyebrow.

“A polite clap. Maybe a cheer.”

“A cheer? Maybe you should’ve brought your pom poms instead of tissues.”

The way you scrunched up your nose into a playful grimace tugged at his heartstrings. Then you laughed, “Shut up.” God, he loved when you and him fell into this groove.

So he continued with the bit, “You should get some for Tom’s wedding. The guy deserves a whole damn squad if he gets all tied up again.”

“Thought you said I shouldn’t count on it?”

“If you’re gonna count on anyone getting married soon, it’s better if it was him.” Frankie clicked his tongue, “Not like I’m going off the market anytime soon.”

“Oh, Frankie, stop it.” Your smile dropped ever so slightly, eyebrows turned inward as you gazed at him with something akin to pity or sympathy; he wasn’t sure which was worse. “You have no idea what the future could bring.”

“Not a wedding, that’s for damn sure.”

Your expression only intensified. He recognized it well after the amount of times you’d talked him off a ledge. “You can’t just discount the possibility entirely,” you argued.

“I can and I will,” he said stubbornly.

You were quiet for a few seconds, “So you’re telling me you’ve never thought about it? I mean…who would your best man be?”

“I’m not answering that.”

Your lip quirks to the side of your face as you feign a contemplative look before concluding, “Probably Santi.”

“Look at you, you did it for me,” Frankie deadpanned.

“I could plan the whole damn thing for you, don’t test me.”

“Why’s that?”

This time you pressed your lips together. And Frankie swears he felt you stumble over your own feet ever so slightly; like he’d caught you off guard with the query. “Oh, you know…weddings usually aren’t those things that people are eager to plan.”

“But why would you specifically be planning it? Unless you’re–”

A beat passes before you break out into an incredulous grin. “You’d want me to marry you and plan our wedding? That’s a tall order. I’m afraid you’ll have to pick one or the other, sorry.”

Frankie chuckles. He let the remark pass. He always enjoyed this back and forth. How you and him had always been able to bounce off of each other. It was hard enough keeping up with some of the guys. But keeping up with women was a whole different story. He always seemed to be a few steps behind most of them. For some reason, your pace was just perfect. Your humor, your timing, it all clicked with his personality.

Just like you were prone to doing, you broke the silence with an awkward laugh and big eyes staring right into his. “So…which one do you pick?”

He almost didn’t catch the question; almost didn’t want to. “Hm?”

“Would you rather marry me or have me plan your wedding?” you clarify.

“Come on, you know I’m not answering that.”

And the tide shifted once more. Just as quick as you were to smile, your expression melted into one of muted mortification. Like you’d just tilted your hand a little too far

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” you mumbled to yourself. Your hands slid off his shoulders and you wiped them off on your dress before wrapping them around yourself. That was when you retreated, leaving him standing there looking like more of a fool than he ever thought he had.

He stared after you for a few seconds, struggling to process what had just happened when it finally registered.

Soon he was following after you. How you knew to navigate the venue so quickly, he couldn’t be bothered to wonder. All he knew by the time he got to the lobby of the wedding hall was that something was wrong.

He spotted you rushing down the sidewalk as he stepped outside. In all his exasperation, all he could get out was, “Hey, what the fuck?”

The cool night air of the fall settled in and billowed around him like a curse. He wasn’t quite sure if the deep chill that ran down his spine was from the weather or the sight of you turning around, eyes already wet with tears that you were desperately trying to blink away.

Your voice came out hoarse as you shouted back, “You’re asking me what the fuck? No, Frankie, what the fuck is up with you? I kissed you…God…how many months ago? And you don’t say a fucking word. I keep talking about Benny’s wedding and you keep acting like none of it fucking happened.”

Frankie threw his hands up. “You were drunk. I don’t even remember how many fucking drinks you had.”

“I had a couple virgin cocktails,” you scoffed. The admittance wasn’t stubborn. But it did come with a tone of disdain, “I wasn’t drunk.”

“You wouldn’t–” he stopped himself. You wouldn’t have done any of that unless you were drunk.

“You acted like you were drunk.”

You shook your head. “I was having fun. I was with you and I was having fun, you dumbass.” Then you sighed, gaze darting towards the street nervously. “And I woke up the morning after and I thought that…I thought you would’ve at least said something. I thought you would’ve asked me how I felt. I thought you would’ve had the decency to at least check in. But you were just…you were completely fine.”

“I wasn’t fine…”

“And now you want to crack jokes about marrying me?”

Frankie wagged a finger in your direction, an almost childish defense. “You brought that shit up first.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Frankie, that doesn’t matter,” you muttered before raising your voice once more. “What matters is that I kissed you. I looked into your eyes and told you I fucking loved you and you said nothing.”

Hearing your voice say it again, even filled with such frustration, such anguish, he could help the way something fluttered in his chest. And even still, he shoved it down deeper than he ever had before.

“Because I wasn’t going to hurt you the way that Nick did.” He watched your gaze soften. “It would’ve killed me to hurt you like that.”

With the sounds of the city passing you both by, Frankie caught one of the worst sights possible. The tear that rolled down your cheek. And then the few more that followed, all shamelessly continuing their desolate stride down your neck. How you unclenched your jaw and unfolded all of the pain you’d kept since that summer into a few words. “You hurt me worse than Nick ever did.”

Your whole being compacted in on itself once more, recoiling from the vulnerable admission with a breathless conclusion. “Fuck you, Frankie. Fuck you.”

There it all was. And all he could think about was that night at Benny’s wedding. The night you told him you were glad Nick was gone. The night you smiled softly at him, thumb running over his bottom lip as you whispered.

I love you.

They were such fragile words. Words he hadn’t wanted to put any weight on, lest they shatter from beneath him and leave him falling face down in his own hopes. Because a small part of him had almost always hoped it was you. He never let himself truly believe the idea for long. But, God, he wanted to…could he still? He squeezed his eyes shut, holding back his own tears.

“I’m sorry.” His voice trembled in time with his hands. And he’d fully come to terms that it wasn’t just the cool air. He wasn’t a stranger to fearing for his life, with the work he’d once done, it was a given. But this wasn’t that. This was different. It was a fear of something a little more abstract. Because following this risk, there wouldn’t be oblivion. On the other side of his eyelids was a world where you either forgave him or you brushed him away. He certainly believed he deserved the latter with the way he’d been. But he’d never know unless he took the plunge.

When he opened his eyes again again he was grateful to find you still standing in front of him. He wouldn’t let this night steal his courage again. He repeated, voice firmer than before and charged with certainty, “I’m sorry.” Then finally replied, “I love you too. I love you.”

You gave him those hope filled eyes once more. He saw how it slowly morphed into joy; the kind that carried peace. You stepped closer, fingertips brushing against the material of his jacket as you reached for him.

Frankie closed the gap without any hesitation, his own hand moving to cradle your face as he moved in to kiss you. None of his recollections of the first time he’d done it could’ve ever lived up to the second one. There was no dread, no looming guilt, no fear. Only excitement and hope.

“If I could only pick one. I’d marry you. Any day…I’d marry you,” he mumbled against your lips.

You pulled back. And with his eyes still closed, he felt you smile as you answered, “Maybe I’ll ask you again next year. For now, let’s have this.”

“I can handle that,” he smiled then melted into you once more. And already it was something he knew he could easily get used to. Next time you asked, he’d be ready.

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He Doesn't Deserve You | A Jeon Jungkook Series | Chapter Five

Summary: Taehyung gets careless and breaks your heart yet again. Pairing: Noona reader x Jeon Jungkook (She's 28 and he's 22) Word Count: 4.7K~ Warnings: Implied yändere and mentions of signs of trauma because of it. (nothing too extreme) a/n: It's taken me so long to get this chapter out I'm sorryyy but I hope it was worth the wait! Thank you so much for your continued support on my stories and I hope you'll look forward to the next part!

Jungkook's visit last week really had me thinking about the choices I make on the daily.

I stopped stressing about what Taehyung might be doing when he's away and started thinking about ways I could improve myself.

It wasn't anything major but I wanted to take baby steps.

For instance, setting up a schedule for when I wake up and always making sure to not stay up past midnight. Along with promising myself to at least sit and write for a couple of hours per day but also taking breaks when I felt I needed to. I would come back though and finish only when I was satisfied and came to a proper stopping point.

Implementing these little changes in my life has worked wonders on my confidence and peace of mind. I feel like I'm accomplishing something and getting some sort of fulfillment in the day to day which I haven't been able to say for the past few years.

I guess all of this can be chalked up to Jungkook.

I know I'm ultimately the one who's implemented these things into my life but if he hadn't given me that push, I don't think I would've ever gotten to even see these small victories.

While I'm in the kitchen pouring myself a cup of coffee I hear a faint chime on my laptop and I smile knowing exactly who it is.

'Good morning Noona, did you sleep well?' I read from the all too familiar jkjkjk.97 and smile seeing that my suspicions were correct.

'I slept like a baby, who knew going to bed before dawn would do wonders!' I send back and when I try to stand up to walk back over to the kitchen I'm met with another email popping up from him.

'That's good! I'm happy to see that you're feeling a bit better these days :)' he sends and I smile at the fact that he's just as eager to reply to me. It's been like this ever since that day he dropped off my groceries. He would send me emails first thing in the morning almost like clockwork.

I'm surprised that he manages to keep a similar schedule to mine but I don't really know what he does most days except work.

I know he works at the grocery store but it seems to me like he's always working at odd hours. Most days even well past closing so it's got me thinking about what else he could possibly do for a living.

It's none of my business but I can't help but be curious about it since when I ask him how his day went, he usually says he's still working even though it seems like he's been working since dawn.

I really want to ask him but I don't want to pry. He seems like the kind of guy that keeps to himself and open up when he's ready.

I'm just hoping that there will come a day where he'll trust me as much as I have grown to trust him.

My thought process his interrupted by the sound of keys jingling in the door and my heart sinks to my stomach when I'm brought back to reality.

"Hey baby" Taehyung greets while taking off his shoes. It's Saturday so he doesn't have work which means he might be hanging around here for a while before no doubt heading out again.

"Hey" I respond quietly, feeling as though I'm retreating back into myself, not really being able to relax until I know what kind of headspace he's in.

"Where's my welcome home kiss from my gorgeous wife?" he asks while walking over to where I'm sitting at my desk. He leans down and kisses me on the lips, moulding his mouth against mine while I crane my neck up and return the kiss, placing a hand on his cheek to keep him connected.

"Welcome home" I let out after he pulls back, panting slightly as he nudges his nose against mine before standing up straight again. "Have you been up long?" he asks, him having gone out late last night and surprisingly turning up here again bright and early.

I hum in acknowledgment, "I've been waking up earlier these days so I can get a jump start on my writing and trying to go to bed earlier" I respond while watching his back as he walks over to the kitchen.

"Oh really? How's that going?" he questions, pouring himself a cup of coffee and walking back into the living room, waiting patiently for my answer.

"Well it's been nice to implement a bit of a routine since my days and nights have kind of been all over the place for a while. Plus, I feel like this story is really coming along. I even started mapping out ideas for the next book in the series!" I say and he looks at me as if he's almost falling in love with me again, making me shy under his gaze.

"That's amazing honey. I feel like I haven't seen you smiling like this in a really long time. Looks like all you needed was a little discipline to really get your life back together huh?" he say while giving me a knowing look, cocking his head to the side and letting his eyes roam my body for a second. No doubt looking at the faint bruises he'd left from last week.

"I guess so" I say, awkwardly rubbing my bicep where he had grabbed me. "How are you feeling?" he questions, coming a bit closer and ghosting his fingers over the marks. "I'm fine, they don't hurt as much anymore" I say, slipping my arm out if his grasp.

"That's good, I'm sorry I got a little rough with you. I was frustrated with some work stuff and I took it out on you. That wasn't fair of me" he apologizes while brushing the hair out of my face and tucking it behind my ear. "It's okay" I say quietly, looking down at the floor to avoid his gaze.

"No, it's not okay" he says tilting my chin up and making me make eye contact.

"I haven't been treating you well and I wanna make it up to you" he says, caressing my face with the hand that he used to tilt my chin up. "Okay" I whisper as he leans down to connect our lips again but before they're able to touch his phone rings.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone and the name Tiffany flashes across the screen with a kiss emoji at the end, giving me a name to associate as to why he's actually never home.

"I've gotta take this" he says and I nod my head to show I don't mind even though my heart is breaking more and more with each ring. He gives me a quick kiss to apologize before answering the call and walking into the kitchen.

I take that as a sign that he'll be leaving for the night again and head into the bathroom since it's the one place he won't question as to why I've shut him out. I close the lid of the toilet and cover my ears so I can't hear him but curiosity gets the best of me and I hold my breath to see if I can make any words out despite my whole motives of coming here in the first place.

"No I ca-. Well I just got here I-. Okay, okay fine I'm coming. Let me just come up with an excuse to tell her and I'll be there soon. Okay? Alright, love you too. Bye" I hear him say and he ends the call. I cover my mouth, trying to stop any sounds of heartbreak that might come out and listen as he walks down the hall to our room.

"Y/n? Honey where are you?" he asks, barely bothering to look for me. "I'm in here" I say, turning on the sink to drown out the sound a bit to prevent him from hearing how wobbly my voice sounds from the emotions I'm trying to keep at bay.

"I've gotta head out for the day but I'll be back tomorrow night. You gonna be okay?" he asks as if he cared about me. "Yeah I'll be fine don't worry, I'll see you then" I yell above the sound and he says a quick goodbye through the door in return and leaves soon after.

Once I hear the front door close I let some of those choked sobs go.

He's never been that obvious before. Does he just not bother to hide since he sees that I don't question him about it? I don't even know why I still care since it's very clear that he doesn't care about me.

At that I look at my phone and see that there's another email from Jungkook that came in a little while ago which gives me motivation enough to dry my eyes and get myself together so I can head back out to my laptop and get lost in this safe haven we've created for each other.

'Did you forget about me already?' he questions, seeing as it has taken me a while to respond. I couldn't risk doing it and Taehyung finding out about us. Even though there is no 'us' when it comes to Jungkook and I, unlike that Tiffany girl he just left me for today.

'I'm sorry Taehyung came home. He just left though...' I send and get a response back immediately, seeing he's been waiting for my response.

'Are you okay? Did something happen?' he asks and I smile at the thought that there is someone out there that cares enough to ask.

We've been emailing each other everyday since he came over and I've opened up to him a bit more about my relationship with Tae and he's been really good at just letting me talk and just being there for me. Always talking me through things and helping me process no matter if it's problems with Tae or even other more mundane things like writer's block.

He's just there, no matter what.

'Can we meet up today?' I type out but hesitate, letting my hand hover over the mouse.

Watching, waiting, worrying about if this would be a good idea but before making that decision myself I accidentally hit send when I try to put my hand down to rest it on my lap.

"Shit" I say out loud but before I can figure out how to unsend the message I get a response back.

'Sure :) Did you want to meet at the Blue Pearl? Or should I come over?' he asks and I hold my breath, weighing the pros and cons to this whole situation and decide to just say fuck it and do what I want for once.

'Can you come over?' I send and close my laptop, too nervous to look at his reply. "What the fuck am I doing inviting a younger guy to my apartment when my husband is gone? What am I doing?" I say out loud and pace back and forth until I hear the chime come from my phone this time.

'Be there soon :)' "I'm fucked" I admit out loud before running around and quickly getting myself and the house ready.

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A rhythmic pattern of knocks plays and puts my mind at ease while I walk towards the door and open it.

"Noona!" he greets with a smile before giving me a hug that catches me off guard making me take a step back to help me stay balanced. "Thank you for coming" I say while returning his embrace and letting go a second later so I can step aside to let him in.

"Are you okay?" he asks after having taken off his shoes and taken in my form to what I don't realize is to look for any signs of harm. "Yes I'm fine" I say with a sad smile yet know for a fact that even if I try to deny it he can read me like a book.

"Then why were you crying?" he asks, looking at my red eyes and flushed cheeks. "I heard Tae talking to one of the girls he's cheating on me with" I mumble and at that Jungkook takes my hand and leads me over to the couch without saying a word.

"He didn't even try hard to hide it. Like he has a stupid kiss emoji next to her name and everything. He had only been here for like twenty minutes tops before he left" I spill out. He keeps a hold of my hand, looking down at it while I let out all the things I've been holding in.

The worries, the doubts, the fear, the stress. I don't know when it started and I can't figure out how to make it stop.

"I don't know what to do" I admit, looking down at my lap, watching as the tears fall from my eyes and onto the fabric of my jeans.

"Do you want me to be honest and tell you what I think or do you want me to just listen?" he asks, rubbing circles on the back of my hand. "Be honest?" I pose almost as a question, knowing this is the ugly truth I've been hiding from.

"Can you tell me more than one reason as to why you should stay with him? Besides him being your husband" he asks, sitting silently and waiting for me to respond, giving me time to think it through but when I shake my head he goes forward with posing his argument.

"If you can't manage to come up with a reason as to why you should stay with him then what's keeping you from leaving? I know you said that you're scared and you don't know what to do but the fact that you're not doing anything is hurting you more than if you decided to leave him" he states, I just nod my head and listen, letting him say his piece.

"He's hurting you. He's hurting you physically" he says while ghosting his fingers along the bruises that run up my arm, "Mentally" he continues brushing the hair off of my face and rubbing his thumb up against my temple "And sexually" he finishes, taking note of the hickeys and the way I flinch away from him when he tries to lay his hand on my neck.

"That's just how Taehyung is, he likes things rough" I say, making excuses for the marks that are clearly beyond rough sex.

"But do you like it?" he questions, catching me off guard with an intimacy of the question. "He keeps me satisfied if that's what you mean" I answer curtly, hoping he'll take that as an answer.

"That's not what I asked. Do you enjoy the way he has sex with you? Is that how you want to have sex?" he continues, not backing down from getting an answer out of me. I look up at him to see if he's seriously asking me that question and all I can see is a serious expression on his face.

"I don't mind it" I say, dancing around my answer. "Noona" he warns in a tone of voice he's never used with me, catching me off guard.

"N-no. No I don't like it. It's too rough for me and I don't like it" I admit. He nods, casting his eyes down as if he's lost in thought before asking his next question. "Have you ever told him?" he questions and I shake my head only to realize moments later that he can't see me. "No I haven't told him" I respond quietly and he nods again before looking back up at me.

"Why?" he asks and I'm left with one answer. "Because I'm afraid of what he might do to me if I say no" I explain. "I figure it's better to say yes and take it instead of saying no and having him force himself on me" I cover my mouth not realizing the fact that I said the thing that I was even too afraid to admit to myself.

"Has he ever forced himself on you?" he asks while clenching his jaw, clearly upset at the thought. "I didn't tell him no but I tried to make him see that I didn't want it but he didn't care to pay attention" I answer, getting rid of the filter seeing as it won't do either of us any good if I were to hold back.

"That's one of the many reasons that you shouldn't even be with him anymore" he starts, his whole body tense, anger just bubbling under the surface. "You shouldn't have to be with someone you're scared of. I just don't kno-"

"That's just it, you don't know. You told me that before, that I shouldn't be with someone that I'm scared of but you just don't get it. You've never been married. You've never had to deal with struggles like this. You make it sound so easy, that I could just leave and never look back but it's not that simple" I spout off, defending myself and my decisions.

"Noona I just want to he-" "I know, I know" I say cutting him off but gaining a softer tone at the end, shrinking back into myself, ridding myself of my defensive behavior. "I'm sorry Jungkook, I shouldn't have said that. I asked you to come over and then I just yelled at you and I just..." I trail off, hating myself for doing that to him.

He tilts my head up and looks at me, studying my features and I cast my eyes down, too nervous to maintain his strong gaze. "Look at me" he says in a soft tone but I keep my eyes down, focused on my hands that I have balled into fists.

"Look at me, please..." he whispers and at that I decide to do as he says and I see how his eyes have glossed over, the stars in them wavering. "He doesn't deserve you" he whispers cupping my face, running his thumb along my cheekbone to brush off a tear that I didn't even realize had fallen.

"I don't know what to do" I let out in a choked sob, letting the tears that I've been holding in fall, never letting myself cry enough to feel better. He pulls me in and I latch onto him, burring my face into his shoulder as he holds onto me tighter, further showing me that I'm safe with him.

"Whatever you need I'm here for you. Just tell me what to do and I'll do it" he says, the deep rumble of his voice brings me comfort. "I-" I start but cut myself off with another sob. "It's okay, just let it all out" he says and cling to him harder.

After having sat there and cried with him for what felt like hours my sobs slowly die down to sniffles and my breathing patterns return to normal. "You okay?" he questions, more so asking if I had finished crying versus how I'm feeling about my current reality. I nod my head but nuzzle in closer to him, not wanting to let go just yet.

"What's wrong?" he questions. "I don't want you to see my face" I complain into his shirt and he laughs at (from his perspective) how adorable I am. "Aw come on why not?" he chuckles and I nuzzle my face into his neck, making skin to skin contact without paying any mind to it. "My face is probably all red and my eyes are puffy from crying" I mumble against his neck.

His body goes stiff but I don't take too much notice and move a bit closer to him, not realizing how I'm making him feel and only realize it after he clears his throat a few times. "Is something wrong?" I ask finally taking in how uncomfortable he seems.

"No, nothing's wrong I just- no it's nothing" he says trying to backpedal out of this. "It's obviously something if you're reacting like that" I press, wanting him to be as truthful with me as I have been with him.

"I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable" I say, pulling away from him. "No! Noona no, it's just that. Your lips were on my neck and you were really close and..." he trails off, hoping that's explanation enough.

"I didn't even realize I was doing that, I'm sorry..." I trail off as well, hating that I made this situation even more awkward than it already is. "It's okay Noona I just, well I just want to make sure we don't cross a line and it was making it hard for me to do so" he explains.

"What do you mean by that?" I ask, wanting to know exactly what he's thinking. "It's just, well you're married and I think you know that I'm attracted to you by now so it was just making it hard for me to think straight" he admits and I nod my head and look down at my lap, not really knowing how I'm supposed to respond.

"I hope this doesn't change things between us. I really do want to be your friend but I understand if I've made you uncomfortable. I just thought you should know" he finishes and waits with bated breath for my response.

"Would things be different?" I question, not fully asking the question since I'm not sure if I want to know the answer. "Would things be different if what?" he presses. "Would things be different if I wasn't married?" I ask and I close my eyes, scared of seeing his reaction.

"You can't just ask me that" he says and I look up at him to see his face turned away, showing how pink the tips of his ears have gotten and how his jaw is clenching. "Why not?" I press, needing to know based off of the kind of reaction he's giving me.

"You don't know how hard I've been holding myself back" he says and tongues his cheek, making me widen my eyes at the motion. "Holding yourself back from what?" I press further, needing to know what's running through his mind right now.

"From kissing you" he says, finally looking back at me, making eye contact before his eyes flicker down to my lips. "I-" "I should go" he says, cutting me off before I can say anything further. "Wait, no you don't have to go. I'm sorry" I say, trying my best to keep him here. I can't let him just run off after a confession like that but he's giving me no other option as I watch him stand up.

"You have nothing to apologize for Noona. I shouldn't have said that. I do have to go though, my family is waiting for me back at home" he says and I widen my eyes, never having heard him talk about his family as of yet.

"Family?" I question, my curiosity peaked. "Yeah I live with my mom and my three siblings" he says while walking over to put his shoes on. "Three?" I question and he nods his head not bothering to give me much more than that.

"That's a topic of conversation for another time though" he says after he stands back up from tying his laces. "Oh okay" I say and hug myself, providing myself some comfort, hating to see him rushing out of here already.

"They really are waiting for me. My mom has to work tonight so I'm stuck taking care of the kiddos" he says, giving me a soft smile before turning to open the door and I follow behind him.

"Let me know when you get home okay?" I say, leaning up against the door frame. "I will" he says and reaches out to pull me in for a hug, accepting it right away.

"I still want you in my life so please, don't disappear" I mumble into his chest and he hums in acknowledgment. "You can't get rid of me that easily. Not after I fought for that title of best friend" he says pulling back and looking down at me fondly and I smile back up at him before he places a hand on the side of my neck and leans down to place a kiss on my forehead.

"Bye Noona" he says, giving me a soft smile. I smile back up at him and return his sentiment before he turns to walk away.

I watch as he goes, waiting for him to get in his car where he looks back up towards my apartment, not expecting to see me waiting for him but smiles when he does. I smile back and wave and watch as he pulls out of his spot and makes his way out of the parking lot.

"I'm really fucked" I mumble to myself and turn to walk inside my apartment.

"He gets more and more handsome each time I see that young man" Mrs. Mitchell says, making me jolt back from the scare of being caught.

"Mrs. Mitchell we didn't-" I start but she waves me off. "You don't need to make excuses to me love. Like I said last time, I wouldn't blame you if you did" she says and places a hand on my arm, noticing all the mixed emotions I have written all over my face.

"Why don't we change the subject and have you sign those books we had spoken about the other day" she says, turning to walk towards the stack she had waiting by her front door like she had told me she would.

I smile at her enthusiasm for my writing and and am thankful that she doesn't address what had happened between Jungkook and I anymore.

"There you go" I say putting the cap on the pen and handing the last book back to her. "Thank you dear! The girls are going to love these!" she says placing the books back in their place. "Girls?" I question, chuckling at her reaction, so happy a simple thing like this could make her happy.

"Yeah! The other women in my book club. I recommended your books to them and they've been begging me to get them a signed copy from you ever since" she says, turning back to face me. "Well I hope they enjoy them!" I reply happily, embarrassed still that woman of their age are reading it but thankful nonetheless.

"We're all meeting together here next Sunday so maybe if you're not too busy writing you could stop by and have tea with us. I just know they would love to meet you!" she says, practically glowing with excitement.

"I'll have to get back to you on that one but it sounds lovely" I smile, my heart swelling at the thought of meeting some of my readers. "Wonderful! But I'll let you get back to your day dear. Make sure to set aside some time to take care of yourself and relax tonight okay? You deserve it" she says placing a comforting hand on my arm before we both go our separate ways.

As I close the door behind me I'm met with that all too familiar chime and I walk over to my desk, this time a bit more tentative than before, being nervous as to what I might find from my familiar friend jkjkjk.97

Home :) is all he sends but I decide to respond, nervous of the result if I don't, scared that he might shut me out or fade away.

Have fun with the kiddos tonight! And thank you for coming today, it really meant a lot to me I send back, hoping to make things sound normal.

Anytime, let's see each other again soon. Okay? he asks and I can tell he's waiting earnestly for a response.

Okay. This time at The Blue Pearl so we can say 'Hi' to Rae. I miss her :( I say, hoping that he won't take that as a way of me keeping him from coming over when I really do miss Rae.

The Pearl it is! Goodnight Noona he says, ending the conversation early tonight, no doubt having a lot to do to manage three kids for the night.

Goodnight Jungkook I send and close my laptop, vowing to do as I had agreed upon and take the rest of the day to take care of myself.

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callsign-dexter · 10 months ago

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Ignited Desires 18+

Request: Ahhhh why do we love him so much !!! You totally fixed me on again with Kelly 😭🔥Now I also wanna send in an idea haha even though my birthday was just last week, you might still wanna get me a late present someday (oh I hope that doesn't sound rude) ILY 💗

My mind maybe thought of something where they are best friends and really close. During one shift you take a nap and get some really sexy dream of you and Kelly and then the alarm goes off, startling you completely. You can't process what your mind just did to you and seeing Kelly then makes you really nervous so you try to avoid him, which confuses him as well. You start overthinking your feelings towards the Lieutenant and you realize you might have feelings for him, more than friendship, which you discuss with Gabby private, but Kelly overhears you and is happy to hear that his feelings get returned, so he does something about it to make you his girl ?

Hope that's not too weird 🫣

Pairings: Kelly Severide x Firefighter!Reader

Warnings: fluff, swearing, smut

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A/N: Happy birthday or belated birthday to the anon that sent this in!

Finally, a break in the calls which meant that you could finally catch up on some sleep and you couldn’t wait. You have been on shift for a total of 24 hours now and there have been constant non-stop calls. You worked on Rescue Squad 3 with your best friend Kelly Severide and you loved it, you were the only female to work on Rescue Squad 3 and you were proud of yourself and Kelly was too. You two had been childhood friends who had lost contact and then reconnected when you made it to the fire academy and you both ended up graduating together and getting into the same house.

Recently you had been having more than friend’s feelings for a certain squad member, just seeing him in his work uniform and in action just does something to you. You had just gotten back from a call and jumped out of the truck with ease. You stretched your back and sighed in relief when it popped into place just about the time Kelly came around and smiled. “That sounded like a good one.” He said and you smiled and nodded.

“Indeed, it was.” You said and then returned back to normal and started taking your gear off and heading into the kitchen to grab a drink with Kelly following you. “I don’t know about you but I’m going to go and catch up on some much-needed sleep.” You said and he smiled.

“I don’t blame you. Have a nice nap.” He said and you smiled at him and moved past him and into the bunks. You claimed one and put your drink beside your bed and laid down, your eyes were quick to close and before you knew it you were asleep and in a dream.

You had just walked into your and Kelly’s apartment after getting off shift and found him shirtless in the kitchen by the stove. He turned around and smiled. “Hello there my gorgeous wife.” He said and you were a little bit confused but you weren’t going to bring it up.

“Hello my handsome husband. What do you have cooking up?” You asked walking over to him and peeking down into the pout as you hugged him and he turned the stove off.

“Your favorite but I think I want my favorite right now.” He said and before you could reply he kissed you hard. He turned you until you were facing him and he hugged you tightly. Kelly tapped your thighs and you jumped up and he sat you on the very empty counter still kissing you. He moved to your neck and started nipping at your skin and you let out a moan. You threw your head back and grabbed his head burying it further into your neck.

“Kelly.” You moaned out. He smirked and then he was breaking his attack on your neck and taking your shirt and bra off leaving you exposed to the air and him. He was immediately on your right breast taking your nipple into his mouth and giving it the attention it needed and then his other hand was trailing up your thigh and to where you needed him the most. “Kelly, I need you.” You said and popped off your nipple and looked at you.

“You have me.” He said and then attached to your left nipple giving it the same attention that he gave you right nipple as he held himself up and his hand got to your heated core and cupped it. You let out a pornographic moan and he smiled and popped off your other nipple. “That’s the sound I like to hear.” He said as he was quick to get rid of your jeans and underwear leaving you naked on the counter the coolness helped cool down your heated skin. He gently pushed you down until you were lying flat on your back and he kissed down your sternum and down to where you needed him the most. He licked a broad stripe up your folds that had you moaning.

“Right there.” You said as he ate you out like there was no tomorrow. He took your clit into his mouth and sucked on it hard and then he was circling your entrance with his tongue, your hands spread out over the counter with nothing to grip onto. You were a moaning mess. Your body was heating up and there was a light layer of sweat on your skin. What brought you closer to the edge was when he brought his hand to your core and entered a long digit into your awaiting entrance and then he curled his finger and he hit your g-spot. “Kelly I’m close.” You moaned out and you could feel him smirk.

“Cum for me, Baby.” He said and that is exactly what you did. He slurped up your juices when you came down from your high, he was standing up. You looked up at him and his chin was glistening with all the juices that had come out. He was quick to get rid of his pants and you couldn’t help that he was hard as a rock and that had you drooling. “It’s all for you, Baby.” He said and then he was rubbing his erection up and down your slick folds and then pushing into your entrance and you both were moaning out in pleasure. “You’re so tight for me even after I loosened you up.” He moaned out and then he started thrusting into you at a slow pace. No matter how many times you had sex with him he always stretched you in all the right places.

“You’re so big. Stretching me in all the right places.” You said “Move faster.” You moaned out and he complied and he started thrusting faster. He was caging you in as you laid there on the counter, your legs wrapped around him making him thrust into your further. You loved it. You were close to a second orgasm. “I’m close.” You moaned out and then he started to slow down and you looked up at him and he was smirking, he was teasing you. You groaned but he gave a sharp thrust that had you moaning again. You don’t know how much time had passed but he sped up again.

“I’m almost there, Baby.” He said and then his thrusts started to get sloppy. “I’m cumming.” He moaned out and he thrust hard into you and stilled inside you, painting your walls white and that had you cumming too.

“I’m cumming too.” You moaned out and came hard with him. You both came down from your highs and then a loud bell sounded and then everything disappeared.

You jerked awake and looked around and then you heard the bell and was quick to jump up and rush out to the trucks. You didn’t have time to look at yourself in the mirror but you felt flushed. You pushed into the bay just as Kelly appeared in front of you and you froze. “You, ok? You looked flushed.” He said and you nodded.

“Yea, I’m good.” You said and got ready and onto the Rescue Squad 3 truck and sat away from him, normally you would’ve sat next to him but you couldn’t with that dream still stuck in your head so you sat next to Cruz. He looked at you weirdly but one look in his eye had you looking away and down. On the way to the call, you were still thinking about the dream and why your mind had you dream that. Sure, you were catching feelings for him but that was an intense dream and you were married to him.

The call was quick and you successfully got the person out and sent them on their way to the hospital and now it was time to head back to the firehouse. Again, you opted to sit next to Cruz and you talked to him and the others but Kelly didn’t talk. He was trying to figure out what he had done wrong in the short amount of time when you left to have a nap back at the firehouse. When you arrived back you were out of the truck before it even stopped. Kelly watched you run off and take your gear off. Something was stirring inside of him to figure out what was going on and he was going to figure it out. He walked over to you and when you heard the sound of his boots approaching you looked up and froze. “Oh. Hey, Kelly.” You said and he noticed that you almost sounded nervous.

“Hey, Y/N. What’s up?” He asked and you looked at him.

“Nothing. Nothing is up. Why would you think something is up?” You asked rushing to get your words out, another sign of you being nervous and he looked at you.

“Did I do something wrong?” He asked and you looked at him.

“No….” You trailed off and looked for an escape route and that broke his heart. What made you so scared of him in a short period of time? You then saw the girls and were quick to yell out to them and rush over to them. Then you were heading off with them leaving a confused and heartbroken Kelly Severide behind.

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Kelly was still as confused as ever. He tried to think back to what he could've done to make you so nervous of him and he couldn't come up with anything. Not knowing made him want to hunt you down and figuring it out and that's what he intended on doing just that.

It had been 5 hours since he had seen you and it was slowly agitating him. He made his, what seemed like, 600th trip around the firehouse looking for you until he heard your voice along with Gabby’s voice in the kitchen, he swears that you weren’t there before. “What is up with you avoiding Kelly?” She asked and that made him stop.

“Nothing. What makes you think that I’m avoiding him?” You asked with a nervous laugh.

“I’ve seen him looking for you and whenever you’re around him you walk out of the room. What is going on? What did he do?” She asked.

“He didn’t do anything. Dream Kelly did.” You said and that took him by surprise.

“Dream Kelly?” She asked and you nodded.

“Yes, Dream Kelly.” You said

“Tell me what happened.” Gabby said, sounding a little too excited. People passed by Kelly but they just kept going on figuring he was just taking a break.

“Ok, so it started out with me coming home and he was shirtless by the stove. I was married to him and it felt wonderful, it felt right. Well then, I asked him what he was cooking and he said it was my favorite and then he said that he wanted his favorite right then and there. He kissed me, hard, then he had me jump up and he laid me on the counter and we had full blown sex. He made me cum twice.” You said

“Oh, that sounds like you enjoyed this dream.” She said and you nodded.

“Oh, yea I did. It just made me realize that I’m in love with him but afraid to admit it because it would ruin our friendship.” You said and that made Kelly smile, you felt the same way and he was going to do something about it. Just then the bell rang signaling Ambulance 61 and Gabby was rushing off. He made himself busy to make it look like he wasn’t eavesdropping. Once he knew that they were gone he walked into the kitchen. “Oh, hey Kelly.” You said looking at him and he just stood there “Everything ok?” You asked and he nodded.

“Everything is good.” He said and then strolled over to you, he grabbed your face gently and smashed his lips against yours making you grip his arms for support. When he kissed you sparks flew and the breath was knocked out of you, in a good way, you only broke apart when air was desperately needed and he looked at you. Your face was flushed and lips swollen and pupils blown, Kelly was the exact same way.

“That was…. amazing.” You said breathlessly, he still had your face in his hands.

“I heard what you said when you were talking to Gabby and I feel the same way.” He said and you looked up at him and kissed him again. When you heard noise coming towards the kitchen you broke apart and he grabbed your hand letting go of your face and let him lead you to his quarters. He opened the door and made sure the blinds were shut before turning to you and gently putting you back onto his desk and you moaned at the dominance.

“Kels?” You asked as he was locking the door and making his way over to you where he kissed you hard once again and then licked your bottom lip which you gladly opened and his tongue dominated over yours quickly. As you two were kissing, the only time you broke apart was when he got rid of both of your shirts, he was quickly getting rid of your clothing and his clothing all at once until you both were left in nothing but your undergarments. Shoes and socks discarded long before the stripping started.

Kelly broke the kiss and started to attack your neck with kisses, gentle bites and sucking, you were definitely going to have hickeys but you’ll deal with that later. His hands went to your back and expertly got your bra off and threw in the ever-growing pile of clothing he messaged each breast and you moaned leaning your head to the side giving him more access to your neck. Your hands went to his stomach and slowly trailed them down to his underwear and pushed them down and watched his erection come up and slap him in the stomach. Your hand went to it, started to pump it and you felt it twitch in your hand and he moaned into your neck. “Feels so good, don’t stop.” He moaned into your neck and then you got off the desk and down on your knees and looked him in the eye as you took him into your mouth and he moaned. He put one hand on your head not pushing or anything and the other went to his desk for stabilization. His head was thrown back in pleasure and he was moaning which just made you wetter than what you were before. You hollowed your cheeks and took him further into your mouth and felt him at the back of your throat you bobbed your head up and down and that had him moaning. You pulled back until it was just the tip and you swirled your tongue around the tip, you sucked him and then kitten licked him. He looked down at you as he backed up and you released him with a pop and saliva was connecting you and him. You raised an eyebrow. “As much as I want to come inside your mouth, I want to cum inside that sweet pussy of yours.” He said and you cleaned around nothing and moaned. He helped you stand up and then helped you lay back on his desk once again. He got down on his knees and pulled your underwear down and off of your legs and tossed them into the pile of clothing.

Kelly just stared at your wetness and smirked knowing that he was the one to have done that to you. Just as you were getting ready to say something he was diving in. He started off by licking a broad stripe up your slickened folds and up to your clit where he swirled his tongue around it and bit it gently, causing you to moan. “Kelly, don’t stop.” You said and brought your hands up to your breasts and massaged them as he was holding your legs down since you were trying to buck up into his mouth. He circled your entrance with is tongue and gently slipped in slowly tongue fucking you and it was like heaven. “Kel!” You moaned out when he licked his way back up to your clit and gently bit it, you were so close to cumming. He pulled away for a brief second.

“Shhhh.” He said and you looked down at him. “Gotta be quiet.” He said and you nodded and then dove back in and this time your hands went to his head. You were close but you wanted to cum on his cock and so you were shoving his head back and he looked back at you with a questioning look.

“I wanna cum on your cock.” You said and he smirked and nodded and got up. You were exactly at the right level for him. He positioned himself at your entrance and pushed in and you both moaned out. He bottomed out and he fell on top of you but his weight went to his arms holding him up and not crushing you. Thankfully his desk was pretty empty at the time or everything that would have been on it would be on the ground by now. “Move.” You moaned out and he nodded and started to thrust into you at a slow even pace. Your nails dug into his shoulders, sure to leave indents of your nails into his shoulders, his head was thrown back in pleasure. You pulled him closer to you and that made him grab you by the shoulders and ended up holding you, which meant that he was thrusting deeper into you making you moan into his shoulder. “Faster, Baby. Faster.” You moaned and he started to go faster he then started to kiss you swallowing your moans and then he was pulling away from you.

“Damn, you’re so tight. Squeezing me.” He moaned out. The only sound in the room was heavy panting and skin slapping skin.

“Kel, I’m close.” You said and he nodded and looked at you.

“Me too.” He said and then one of his hands was tailing down to your clit and rubbing it while pinching it, helping you further get your orgasm. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He said.

“So big. So good.” You said blissed out in pleasure. His thrusts started to get more sporadic and his breathing was getting faster and so was yours. “I’m cumming.” You moaned out when he landed a sharp thrust and the combination of him pinching your clit had you cumming.

“Me too, Baby.” He said and then he stilled inside of you and he painted your walls white with his spunk. As you both came down from both of your highs, he slowly pulled out of you and watched as his cum spilled out of you. You sat up on your elbows.

“I’m sorry for avoiding you.” You said as you stood up and started to separate your clothing so you both could get dressed.

“It’s ok. It hurt but now I know the reason. I’m fine with it.” He said as he put on his underwear and you put yours on and then you found your bra and slipped it over your shoulders and he helped you fasten it behind you.

“So, what does that make us now? We’ve skipped several steps.” You said with a chuckle and he chuckled back as he latched the last hook and then found your pants and handed them to you as he found his. You both put them on simultaneously.

“I was hoping you would be my girlfriend.” He said as he buckled his belt and you did the same. You paid and looked at him and smiled as he found his shirt and threw it on and tucked it in. He picked yours up and handed it to you.

“I would love that. As long as you will be my boyfriend.” You said slipping your shirt on and tucking it in.

“I would love that.” He said and then he was taking you in his arms and kissing you. The kiss was starting to get heated again when the bells went off signaling for Rescue Squad 3 and you both groaned and pulled away looking at each other smiling. You both were quick to get your socks and shoes on and out the door. You both got to the bay and got your gear on and then hopped into the truck. You sat next to him, your usual spot and he looked over you just as you did too, he smiled at you and you smiled back.

You had to thank that nap you took because if it weren’t for that nap and that dream you wouldn't be with the love of your life. You were very thankful for that nap.

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dumplingsjinson · 2 years ago

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List of angsty dialogue options which pertains to stupid feelings prompts

“You need to get the fuck out of my head and into my arms right now because I can’t keep thinking about you like this while not being able to hold you; it’s driving me up the walls. You’re driving me up the walls, and the worst part is, you’re not doing shit that should make you drive me up the walls in the first place. You exist, and suddenly I can’t act right or think straight. It’s fucked.”

“I wish I could hate you, but my wishes never come true.”

“I’m so deftly terrified of falling in love. Because what if I end up with a broken heart? That thought itself is just so scary to me. I want to, but I can’t get over that fear.” “Then how about you let me be that first step you take into falling in love? I can help you get over that fear, if you’d let me.”

“I never thought myself capable of feeling things like this, but then you come along, throw a middle finger right in my face, flip my world upside down, and have proven me so very wrong on that.”

“I don’t like feeling whatever the hell this is.”

“I could be doing the most interesting shit, and somehow the thought of you will pop up in my mind, uncalled for, and then I end up thinking about you for the rest of the day.”

“I can’t tell if I’m lonely, or if I’m in love. Shit’s a little confusing.”

“Denial can only act as a temporary shield for your feelings. You know that, [name].” “Yeah, but that’s not going to stop me from denying. It’s the only thing I can cling onto for my own sanity, so please don’t take that away from me too.”

“I see your name pop up on my screen and suddenly I have this huge, stupid smile on my face, and that’s the moment I know I’m more than just screwed.”

“Falling in love feels like a unique type of vulnerable, and I don’t— I don’t want to feel that way.”

“I’m hung over on something that might never come to fruition.”

“I’m tired of dancing around with you like this. What exactly are we?”

“Thinking about you makes me feel so, so, so pathetic, because I can’t have you. I hate it. I hate feeling like this. Why are you making me feel like this?”

“It’s funny, because I’m missing something that was never meant to be in the first place.”

“Wondering if I like you or if I’m just bored is a pretty shitty dilemma to have.” “You know, maybe I can help you sort that dilemma out.”

“I think I miss what we could have been rather than what we were.”

“I can be with someone so much better than you, but all I can think about is you, even when I’m with that better someone.”

“People say they fall in love like they fall asleep — slowly, then all at once. But the way I fell for you can only be described as that feeling when you’re drifting off to sleep, only to feel like you’re falling, oh-so-suddenly. So suddenly that it ends up startling you awake; heart racing in your chest because it feels like you fell off the precipice of a cliff. It’s quick and sudden, and there’s no slowness to it. It’s a crash and burn type of love that I feel.”

“I still fell even though I knew it wasn’t going to end well. I knew, yet I still ran head-first into it. What is wrong with me?”

“I didn’t see you through rose-tinted glasses. I saw the flaws, the red flags, the blemishes you couldn’t hide from me, yet I still ignored them because I thought maybe I could somehow make you a better person despite everything. That’s on me.”

“You’re always on my mind, yet I feel like I’m not on yours — not even for a second.”

“I didn’t sign up to feeling like this.”

“Can you please give me space so I can get over you?” “…But I don’t want you getting over me.” “You don’t want me getting over you but you’ll never feel the same way I feel towards you! That’s so fucking cruel, knowing you have this hold over me, and despite it all, wanting to keep that hold over me.”

“I have feelings for you that won’t fuck off, and it’s pissing me the hell off.”

“I don’t mean to you as much as you mean to me, and it’s fine. I’ve accepted that as my reality.” “Based on what evidence do you think you don’t mean as much to me as I mean to you?”

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t let go of something which has proven to be hopeless time and time again.” “…Am I not good enough of a reason to not let go?”

“I’ve given you so many pieces of me, [name]. And I’m spent. You’ve taken everything I could give — even the most important part of me. I’ve given it all to you. I’m fucking empty, because of you. So please, if this is the last thing I ask of you — don’t ask me for more, because I simply have nothing left to give.”

“You’re everything I could ask for, but simultaneously, everything I couldn’t have.”

“I could love you for a lifetime, and it wouldn’t mean anything to you.”

“So I have these… Feelings for you. And they have me all fucked up. They keep me up at night, with the what ifs and maybes; with an excitement I don’t think I’ve ever felt before running through my veins, like a fucking drug. They have me acting like someone I’m so unfamiliar with, to the point where it scares me. All I can think about is you, you, you, because you occupy every single space of my mind. It’s like I’m soaring, but then I think about the inevitable: what if all of this comes crashing down one day? That’s gonna fucking suck, so much. Which is why I didn’t want to feel these things, but you made it so hard not to. And now I can’t stop.”

#dialogue prompts #random dialogue prompts #otp prompts #angst prompts #prompts #angsty romance prompts #romance prompts #a few of these are my thoughts disguised as prompts but i’ll never say which #what can i say i’m a dramatic bitchass #i’m going through it and now i’m trying to sort my feelings out lol leave me alONEEE #angsty dialogue prompts #angst dialogue prompts #there's like a fragment of my soul in this please be nice lkfnewnf

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 7 months ago

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Things Learned and Unlearned Ch. 3

Series Summary: Y/N has spent her life trying to outrun her mother's reputation. When she meets the rich and successful playboy, Dean Winchester, how quickly can he get her to stop running?

Pairings/Characters: Dean Winchester x Y/N, Sam Winchester, Jessica Winchester, Lucy Winchester (OC)

Warnings: Each chapter will have it's own warnings, but there will be smut, seduction, virgin!reader, playboy!dean, Edwardian era BS attitudes surrounding sex and women. (Technically it's set in 1900 and the Edwardian era started in 1901, but you get it.) Angst, Fluff, all the good stuff that regularly pops up in my series. 😁

Chapter Warnings: Nothing major. Dirty thoughts, bit of dirty talk. More lusting. 😁

Word Count: 2,064

A/N: Here's Ch. 3. This one's a bit shorter, but I hope you enjoy it just the same! ❤️

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"Miss Y/N!" The frustrated voice of little Lucy Winchester called Y/N back to the present.

"I'm sorry, Lucy, my mind was off on a wander. What do you need?"

"I said my laces are untied." Lucy said, lifting her little foot and plunking it into Y/N's lap. "Where was your mind wandering?"

Y/N's face went red and she knew she could never truthfully tell this darling, innocent little girl that her thoughts had been completely occupied with a pair of burning green eyes and a wicked mouth.

"I was hoping that you might go gather as many daisies as you possibly could for me. There's a big patch of them just at the bottom of the hill, see?"

Lucy nodded and ran off, her chubby little legs churning. Y/N worried for a minute that she'd end up going head over heels down the little hill. But she managed to stay upright and settle herself in the patch of daisies to start collecting.

Y/N had to shake her head. She had been reliving the previous night over and over again. Every touch, every press of Dean's lips against hers had been streaming through her mind without ceasing. Her dreams had been filled with his strong, nimble fingers running themselves over her body and his mouth, warm and wet, following the trail. She had woken with a gasp, her body sweaty and shaking. She didn't even try to go back to sleep. She was too jittery and tense, like there was an itch she couldn't scratch.

She'd been restless all day and she'd finally suggested to Lucy that they come outside and get some fresh air. It wasn't helping her very much.

She bowed out of supper that night. There was no way she would be able to sit across the table from Dean and still manage to eat anything. Sophie was kind enough to bring a tray to her bedroom, but Y/N simply didn't have the appetite.

She had come to a decision and she was desperate for midnight to come.

At the last chime of the grandfather clock in the hall, Y/N checked on Lucy before slipping out of the nursery and heading down the stairs to reach the guest bedroom where Dean was staying.

She was grateful that Jessica and Sam slept in a suite on the opposite side of the house upstairs. They were unlikely to hear her. She'd already decided that if they happened to catch her, she would tell them she couldn't sleep and had gone to the library for a book.

But she met no one as she approached Dean's door. She looked around furtively in the dark, making sure no one was watching. She stood for a moment more, considering turning around and running right back to her room. But instead she knocked almost silently on the door.

It opened and she dashed inside without even looking at Dean. She got to the middle of the spacious room and stopped. She heard the door click behind her and turned around to see Dean leaning against it. He turned the key in the lock and she swallowed hard.

He wore black pants with the suspenders hanging at his hips and a white short sleeved undershirt that hugged tight to his broad shoulders, and showed Y/N the thick, ropey muscles in his arms. His hair was tousled and a little damp as though he'd just washed it. He wore his crooked smile and his eyes bore into her from across the room. They were so dark a green they looked like jade. He had his arms folded across his chest as he leaned against the door and Y/N knew that she would picture him like this, always.

"I didn't think you'd come." He said, his voice a low, quiet rumble. He pushed away from the door and came to where she stood, frozen in place.

He studied her for a minute, his head cocked slightly to the side before stepping away abruptly. "You need alcohol."

He crossed over to his dresser; on top, a few decanters of different colored liquids sparkled in the candlelight.

Y/N shook her head. "I don't drink."

He poured something golden into a glass and brought it to her. "Well, it's a night for firsts." He said, smiling slowly as he handed her the glass.

Y/N swallowed hard before taking a sip of the drink. She promptly broke into a fit of coughing. The alcohol felt like swallowing fire. After the coughing ceased however, Y/N could feel a steadying kind of warmth spreading through her stomach and she took another sip, gasping as it burned its way down her throat.

She gave the remainder back to Dean and turned away from him, moving to sit on the window seat that faced his bed as well as the door beyond it. She tried to ignore the bed and focus on the door.

Dean set the glass back down and walked toward her again. She held up a hand and he stopped about two feet away from her. She took a deep breath.

"I've come here because I have a favor to ask."

He crossed his arms again and stared down at her. "I thought you were here because I won the bet."

"That's right." Y/N said, her breath hitched in her throat. "I lost and you requested that I come here tonight at midnight. So, I am here, and my debt is paid."

She chanced a look at him. He stared at her for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then suddenly, he chuckled. "You're right. I'll have to make sure my next request is very…detailed."

His expression made her shiver and her body screamed at her to ask him for his next request. So she spoke quickly before her wantonness could win over her better nature.

"So, my favor is this, if I tell you that you've won, will you stop trying to seduce me?"

Dean looked surprised and took a moment before answering her with a question. "What do you mean, 'if you tell me I've won'?"

Y/N looked down at her twisted hands in her lap. "I mean that you're doing this as a game, yes? Doing it to see if you can win over the proper little spinster, if you can convince me to abandon my morals and give into hedonism with you? Isn't that what you want?"

In spite of her stomach twisting itself into knots she held Dean's penetrating gaze. She watched surprise and then anger creep into his expression.

"No, not really." He said, his voice low and somewhat intimidating.

Y/N gave him a disbelieving look, her voice scornful. "Oh, really? Then what exactly do you want."

He strode up to her and tipped up her chin with his forefinger. He spoke slowly, but without hesitation. "Actually, what I want, is to pull off these clothes that hide you from me, toss you onto my bed and touch, kiss and lick every inch of your soft, yielding flesh until I have you calling out my name and begging for a release only I can give you."

Y/N's breath came quick and fast, and she couldn't slow it down; her heart beat so fast she could hear her blood rushing in her ears. Her skin was flushed and covered in gooseflesh, and her stomach tightened in a way that made her long to acquiesce to every word he just said.

His eyes were now a deep forest green and they bore into hers for a moment more before he shrugged and moved back to lean against one of his bedposts. "You wanted details."

Y/N shook her head and brought her hands, which were like ice, to her cheeks to cool the fiery blush that she now wore.

"Please." She said, aware that she sounded as if she was begging, and maybe she was. "I have nothing."

She raised her eyes back to his, hoping to make him understand.

"I am nearly twenty six years old. I am very firmly on the shelf, I know, well past marriageable age. But there is this ridiculous part of me that can't stop hoping."

She sighed and looked back down at her lap. "I want a home of my own, children that are mine to raise, and a husband who is kind and compatible. But in addition to my spinsterhood, I would come into any marriage with absolutely nothing to offer. I have no status, no money, no dowry of any kind, no good name, no position in society. I have nothing to offer a future husband except…" She paused and blushed harder. "…my…virtue. All I have to give him is my chastity. It's all I have left."

She looked back into his eyes, wanting him to understand the truth in her words. "But you want me to throw that away on someone who will be gone in less than a week. You will forget me in a day, and I will live with the consequences of this one night for the rest of mine. So…"

She paused again and took a deep breath. "So, I came here tonight to tell you that you have won. You have made me dream about you, fantasize about you. You've made me long to kiss you, you've made me understand just what a kiss should be. My skin is always on fire and longing to feel your touch."

Y/N looked into Dean's clear, warm gaze and admitted, "I want you, Dean. I want you to do all the things you just mentioned, and a million more things that are only half-formed in my mind. So you win. And now I'm asking you to please respect my wishes and stop. Pass these last few days with your family and allow me to go about my life."

Dean was silent for a long time, head cocked and staring into her. Y/N held his gaze as long as she could before the intensity was too much and she turned her head away.

Dean came and sat beside her on the window seat and she jumped up and bolted away from him, out of instinct, out of self-preservation.

Dean looked hurt. "Do you really think I'm going to attack you, or molest you in some way?"

She shook her head fiercely. "No! Not in the slightest. If that was the kind of man you were, you've had plenty of opportunities before tonight." She shook her head again, "No, Dean. I am afraid of myself when you're so close. I'm afraid I'll attack you."

Dean gave a small smile. "You can't possibly believe what you're saying. You can't possibly think that your virginity is all you have to offer some unknown future husband."

Y/N merely shrugged.

Dean stood up and moved a step toward her. Y/N took two steps backwards towards the door.

He sighed and shoved his hands into his pockets. "Fine, Y/N. If you don't want to be pursued, I won't pursue you. I'll leave you alone, you have my word. But I want you to remember something long after I'm gone from here."

He walked forward a few more steps and Y/N backed herself up against the door. He reached her and caught her chin in his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look at him. The perfect planes and angles of his face were set into an expression of intensity.

"You have so much more to offer. You are extraordinarily beautiful. You are witty and warm. You have a kind and compassionate heart. You deserve something more than a compatible husband and a cottage somewhere. You deserve more than mere contentment."

He paused and brushed his thumb lightly across her bottom lip. "You deserve passion and romance. You deserve joy and excitement, adventure and enrichment. You should live in luxury, and have a life that fulfills you. I wish all of those things for you and more."

He leaned down and pressed an all too brief kiss to Y/N's lips, before reaching around her to turn the key and open the door for her.

She ran out and up the stairs before she could wrap her arms around his neck and beg him to grant all of those wishes for her.

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End of a Mix: 1. (Full)Filling the Cherry on the Top of the Cake

Pairing: NMIXX Sullyoon x Male Reader

Word Count: 10,000

A/N 1: Hello Orenjideul! This will be like my, official smut debut! I had been really writing this for a while now and I enjoyed it ehehe, and, I hope you'll enjoy this too! And, of course, I'll incorporate fluff content still as I love writing fluff! Enjoy this piece and have great day ahead!

A/N 2: Dedicating this to @praeluxius, the resident and my fellow Sullyoon stan! <3

!! Warning !! : Contains Smut

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Saturday nights are something exceptional, you might say—it is mostly the time where you can do whatever you can and want to, and it's mostly by binge-watching movies, playing video games and the most common one, sleeping. But, that may soon change as a notification pops up on your phone as the once dark screen is now emitted by conglomeration of colored pixels.

seolyoonaa on 17:19 - “Oppaaaa, meet me before the sun sets, okay? It'll be in the café we usually spend time with. I wanna spend some time with you~ Love youuu~ :)”

Well, this text was out of the blue—Sullyoon is really unfathomable. From her unanticipated changes of plans up to her sudden pleas, she's always been a pain for you to deal with, especially with the given situation now. It's going to be anticipating yet anxiety never faded off your mind. An oxymoron at its finest, you can read her like a book on how un-read-able she is.

What's with the situation? Well, it has been almost three months since you last saw each other and the last time you met her. The both of you went to the cinemas, shopped for some clothes and some groceries and, the cherry on top, she went down on her knees, greedily whimpering in need as she sucked you off like there's no tomorrow. There's nothing new about her antics as magically, you're under her spell every time the both of you reach those peak-intimate sessions. You find yourself fighting the urge of lust but she's simply irresistible and you hate it—she knows this and uses it as her advantage and that's why you hate it.

Call yourself a hypocrite one more time with those in mind as you reply with a simple “Okay, Yoona, I'll be there.” and a heart on the side of your message to top it off. Unhurriedly, you cleaned your desk after a mentally exhausting game as you shut your computer off and prepared yourself to meet the love of your life.

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“Where is he… Hahhh…”

Sullyoon waddles her legs playfully as she sits onto the tall stool, letting out deep sighs as she waits for you. She mindlessly swipes and fidgets her fingers onto her smartphone as the flashes of different colored pixels are visible, but little did she know that you're visible onto her sight as she can't sense you, yet. You're planning to surprise her, so, unhurriedly, you sneaked behind her silently, avoiding getting caught.

“Boo!”

“AH-ahhhh!! Oppa!”

With a single scare, she becomes startled with your childish prank. She is so startled that she almost throws the phone in her hand as she glares at you, letting you know how she's definitely not impressed with your antics.

“Stop scaring me like that, Oppa, it's not funny…”

“But it's funny for me, so…”

Sullyoon playfully kicks your shin as you pretend to be hurt in order to manipulate her to think that she really hurt you but your small games won’t work against her clever mind.

“Yah! But actually, Oppa, I really missed you, so much…”

The once exuberant and joyous Sullyoon changed into a soft-hearted angel as her sudden change of emotions makes you in awe. Your puppy eyes stared at hers for a long time, enough for her to notice how your eyes showed emotions of missing her. You then hug her slowly, allowing her to adjust to your embrace as you show her your affection towards her, kissing her forehead between your fluffy embrace.

“I missed you too, Yoona, if you just know…”

“Did you miss me or just my pussy and my mouth?”

“Yoona! Not here!”

Sullyoon shyly laughs as she emitted a coy smile towards you which you didn’t approve of.

“I swear to god, Yoona. Stop saying these things in public or—”

“Or what, hm, Oppa?”

“Nevermind, just please, stop, okay Yoona?”

Your tone wasn't anything near being infuriated so that's a sigh of relief from her side. You just let out a giggle as you smiled towards Sullyoon, sending butterflies to her stomach.

“Yah… Stop looking at me like that, Oppa.”

“Why? I can't help it when the sight in front of me is the epitome of beauty.”

Sullyoon blushes from your flirting with an essence of eloquence. It would be hypocritical if she didn't like the way you teased her at all but by the way she is a sign that she simply adores it, and she's hiding it—you're not oblivious about it and rather, read her as a book.

“Stop with those flowering words, Oppa, it's cringe.”

“But you like it! Look at you blushing and all!”

“Okay, Oppa, I did like it. It is good…”

“See? I knew you'd like this…”

Sullyoon sighed in defeat as seconds after, an amicable tone reverberated around your ear as the servant served you some drinks and food onto the table. Sullyoon thanked them and so did you, as she entertained the server and thanked her further for her service.

“Oh! Wow, Yoona… These are my favorites!”

“I know, I know, Oppa, and of course, no caffeine as you like and more parmesan on your carbonara.”

Woah, she knows what you liked, huh?—And it just ignites the flames of your burning heart, full of affection and endearment from her simple act. Your cheeks tint a rosy pink as you said a small “Thank you so much.” right after.

“Let's enjoy our food, Oppa, and thank you too…”

Your eyes are quizzical with her sudden expression of gratitude as she's nothing to thank for and it's just right that you should be the one to—

“Thank you for being here, Oppa. I missed so, so much.”

Her eyes hint a glint for the sudden rush of adrenaline—tears of joy as they say it—as she flashes a gleeful smile at you.

“I should be thanking you too, Yoona. You definitely deserve the world and I love you so much.”

You caress her hand with your fingers as you show your utmost affection towards her. She finds this heartwarming and endearing and she couldn't help to battle the urge of tearing up because of too much happiness.

“I love you too, Oppa. *sniffles* Also, let's eat the food right now, shall we.”

“Yeah, you're right, Yoona. We lookin' like we're in a drama scene here.”

The both of you then continued eating the mouth-watering meals in front of the table after that heartwarming moment.

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“The food really tastes good, right, Oppa?”

“It definitely does Yoona; they don't disappoint as always and also, thank you for that, I appreciate it.”

You then grabbed her shoulders and pulled her slowly towards you, kissing her forehead as a small whimper can be heard as a response from your affectionate actions.

“That's just a small gratitude towards you, Oppa… *giggles*”

You smiled as you tuck her hair behind her ear, allowing you to see a sight of something divine and oh-so-pristine, most likely, a sight of an angel—Sullyoon's ethereal beauty and her pristine features: her full lips, her sharp nose, her beautiful, round eyes and her small face.

Gosh, she's so beautiful—you muttered upon yourself as your focus was averted towards her. Time felt slower than usual as her beauty shatters the rules of space and time (figuratively) yet it all went back to normal as you can hear her voice calling your name, most specifically, your honorifics.

“Oppa, I'm going to the bathroom, okay?”

“Go ahead, Yoona.”

With her suddenly rushing to the bathroom, you took your time to clean the plates and utensils on the table as you not so long after, a loud vibration coming from your phone distracts you with your current endeavor—you know that’s a notification, and it’s maybe important, so you looked it up immediately.

seolyoonaa on 18:39 - “Oppa, I think there’s something stuck at the back of my uniform, please go hereeee… Help me, Oppa, thanks!”

This ain’t going to end well—and maybe it won’t end the way you wanted it to be and you can already foresee the future. You know that with these small tactics hers can end up in an intimate situation. You know that she’ve done this before and you won’t forget that moment—that moment that she walked out of the restroom, limped and with your semen dripping down her thighs and you just thank god that there aren’t that much people around and if they walked past the both of you, they’re oblivious about the sinful things that’s happening inside the small, compact room.

You squint your eyes apprehensive and with utmost disbelief as you can’t believe that she’s going to pull up a trap against you, again. You really don’t want to come yet you need to just because of these two things: your soft heart wanting to “help” Sullyoon and the second one, you don’t want her to sulk in front of you later because that would be a total living hell—hell in a sense that it would be awkward throughout the night with her petulant behavior which you despise.

With no other choice, you hurriedly went to the restroom as stealthily as possible, hoping that no one would see you sneaking in. You lightly tap on the wooden door as the “occupied” sign on the door is now replaced with a “vacant” one. You then entered as Sullyoon locked the door as quickly as possible.

“This better be something reasonable, Yoona.”

“What do you mean reasonable, Oppa? I just need some help because there's something stuck on the zipper of my uniform—”

“How is there something stuck? Just pull it down, like this.”

With disappointed expressions painted on your face, Sullyoon can't help but gulp anxiously yet she still tries to persuade you that something interferes on the back of her uniform. Interrupting her attempts onto further persuasion, you pinned her down the black marbled wall, as your face is inches away from hers, alongside with a mischievous glare that can sting.

“Listen here, Yoona, if you’re here to bait me to fulfill your needs again, I’m not into it—it’s just, not here, okay?”

Sullyoon’s eyes rolled down as you broke the code on why she let you in this restroom. Not so long after, you pulled yourself against her as you shook your head in dismay from her not-so-devious advances.

“Okay, you got me Oppa, but please. I just need you right now, please, Oppa—”

“I said not here, Yoona, behave yourself.”

Sullyoon pouts in defeat as she still has the urge to convince you as there might be a chance to shackle down to your defenses. She knows that with her puppy eyes and her cute pout, you’ll always have to give in—you absolutely want to give in but you need to discipline her, and you will succeed. You will succeed…

“Fine, Oppa! I’m sorry… But can you just do something to hold me over?”

“Ugh, Yoona, what is it—”

All you can just see is her plump lips pressed onto yours as the taste of it hits like an addictive drug—you can’t just simply resist the urge into further intimacy and the deepening of the kiss. You simply gave in to the softness as you kissed her with eagerness, closing your eyes as you savor the hint of strawberry from her inviting lips. As you indulge into further madness, you realize that this may end up on an embarrassing note, so you pull out as the both of you exchange breaths and smiles.

“You’re such a good kisser, Oppa…”

“You too, Yoona.”

You started to indulge under her spell again, but this time, with a renewed fervor and thirst as you held both sides of her hourglass waist, initiating a deeper kiss which she didn’t mind. She then eagerly reciprocates from your motives as you bite her luscious lips gently with your teeth, her moaning between your kisses as the sting makes the kiss more intimate, and not to hurt her. She savored the taste of your lips as you did the same to her and after a few more seconds, you pulled out of the heat of her luscious lips, the curvature of her lips forming into a smile that further raises the beating of your heart.

“We can make love later, Oppa, but for now, I really want to taste you so bad…”

Despite wanting to fulfill her urgent carnal needs, you need to discipline her and make her a patient person, yet, those two words (discipline and patience) aren't in her vocabulary whenever she's needy—maybe even more than needy: thirst.

“Yoona, we've talked about this, we can't do this right now. We just kissed and isn’t that enough for you?”

“Ughh, come on, Oppa, you know I want more and you know you want more too! Are you just afraid that we'll get caught?”

“Yes, Yoona, and I hope you'll understand.”

Sullyoon faces you with a sulky demeanor—her eyebrows scrunching, her arms crossed and her forceful heavy sighs—yet with a thought in mind, she knows how she'll make you fulfill her needs within a single action.

Sullyoon faces you again as her fingers traces your chest and your abs against the clothing, swirling and she seductively persuades you with a raspy, deep voice that you always adore—it's also a thing that makes you aroused for her even more because you have a thing for girls with deep voices.

“Oppa~ Please? I just need you now and you won't let a girl be unfulfilled, right?”

She's really trying, she really is. Sometimes, you forget her bratty side because of how down on earth she is and her soft, angelic tone which makes you distinguish her for being the opposite of a brat. You always know that when she's like this, she's always going to persuade you and make you fulfill her needs even if you don't like to and you know that she'll always win. She may always win but this time, you'll try to fight the urge of satisfying her needs.

“Like I said, I don't think we need to do this right now, Yoona.”

“Well, Oppa, I want to and besides—” Sullyoon's eyes wander around the area, making sure that there was no other people in the vicinity and it's just the both of you. “—no one will mind even looking after us as they're all busy with their own things.”

You grunt as Sullyoon's fingers trace your chest and your neck, making your cheeks hint a rosy pink as you feel her intimate touch waking up the beast inside you but you refuse and fight that feeling in order to discipline her.

“This is not a good idea Yoona, not a great one.”

“Oh, I guess my mouth will do the work to convince you Oppa, huh?”

“N-No, that's not what I meant.”

“Then what, Oppa, hm?” Sullyoon's tone is mildly high, yet soft, signaling her annoyance with your hypocrisy as she pouted cutely right after, making your eyes widen in awe.

“What I mean is that we're public, Yoona. We can do this when we're both alone but not here coz' someone may come and catch us in the act.”

Sullyoon's face emanates defeat as she looks at you adorably, her round, puppy-like convincing you as there’s still little hope left at her side, knowing that you can’t resist her especially when she’s down on her knees—

“Please, Oppa? Pleaseee??”

And there she goes, pouting adorably alongside her cute tone that always makes you weak on your knees. She definitely knows what things to do and to say just to get what she wants and if she’s needy, you know that she’s not gonna leave you alone.

“Okay, you get to suck me off for 5 minutes and we’re alright, okay?”

“Uhh, can it be longer, Oppa?”

“No, Yoona, we’ve talked about this. Only 5. Minutes.”

Sullyoon sighs, rolling her eyes out but still thankful that you let her get what she wants. You then relax yourself onto the toilet seat and let her do the work for you as she works the magic between your legs. With a limited time given, Sullyoon wasted no time unbuckling your belt off and tugging your pants down to your ankles.

Sullyoon teases your hardening erection with swipes of her talented fingers, making you squirm as you get sensitive under her touch. In no time, Sullyoon yanks your boxers off down to your ankles as your hard erection is released from its frustrating restraints, almost hitting her in the face.

“Wow, I love how you’re always so big for me, Oppa. Oh fuck…”

“Well, I c-can’t help it when a beautiful girl like you will tame my beast.”

Sullyoon’s cheeks flushed a crimson red from your so-called compliment as her dainty fingers stroked your fully-erect length, from base to your tip, you moaning in pleasure and delight on the process.

“So hard, so perfect, so big, all for my little mouth to suck on. I'll make sure you're fully drained once I'm done sucking you off, Oppa.”

You’re always in shock on how this adorable, soft-spoken girl can be a suddenly seductive vixen within a second—her duality is incredibly contrasting alongside her dirty talk which arouses you further than your limits. With no time, she places her soft, plump lips on the tip of your cock, making you squirm uncontrollably under your breath as the warmness of her lips drives your brain in haywire. She sucks you up like a lollipop as she swirls her tongue over your tip, making you leak the infamous colorless liquid involuntarily.

“Oooh, am I turning you that much, Oppa? Oh, look how much you’re leaking for me! Gu-ughhh—ahhh! So delicious!”

Sullyoon delightfully licks the slit of your tip as she happily collects the pre-cum leaking out of it, brightly smiling as she consumes it all, not wasting a single drop. You can’t help but let out satisfied moans as it increased in volume, alongside the ragged breath of yours. Sullyoon then senses this and smiles gleefully, knowing how much she’s doing an excellent job pleasuring you.

“H-How are you getting better at this, Yoona? Fuck…”

“I don’t know, Oppa. Maybe it’s just me enjoying this meal in front of me so much.”

With those in mind, you can’t really tell if Sullyoon’s really doing a great job or not—maybe, it’s just the fact that the dopamine you’re receiving is way too much that you can’t think straight but nonetheless, everything she's done is spectacular and a peak at its finest. She then continued her oral assault to your dick as she sucked a third of a length of it, feeling more comfortable and confident than earlier.

“You have t-three m-minutes left Yoona, ahh…”

“You're seriously timing this, Oppa? Gosh, you’re so annoying.”

You know that she isn’t really offended, the both of you just giggled it off. After a couple of seconds, she then stopped sucking you off and stroked your entire length with intimacy as every second she stroked your shaft from base to tip sending shivers down your spine as well as inevitable lewd moans. She then starts lathering each of your balls with her own saliva as she sucked in each one gently with profound fervor.

“Oh fuck—I love this Yoona. Too g-good…”

She then stops sucking them as she returns her focus on your shaft again yet this time, she started it with frantic bobbing of her head as her full, luscious lips compose an orchestra of sonorous sounds as well as slurps that arouses you further.

Sullyoon gobbled down on your dick like it's her last meal—her satisfied moans says a lot as she slurped down around the succulent taste of your shaft. She then moved up on your mushroom-shaped tip, her talented tongue swirling around it as the dexterity of her fingers with her handjob gives you maximum pleasure.

“Oh damn, you're so good at t-that, Yoona.”

“Thank you, Oppa. I just wanna suck your cock all day—mwah, it tastes so delicious, every time.”

Sullyoon continues to bob her head after her small talk, up and down as her gleeful smile is her response. She then takes you half-way as she hungrily slurps down your shaft and gags right on the spot, not caring about it as she continues what she's best at.

You tried to fight the urge of fucking her face right at this moment, but with her messy tears, the drool seeping out of her mouth and the sinful gags that her throat makes, your mind sends you in haywire as you're tempted to do it. You grab a fistful of her dark brown locks, making a makeshift ponytail, an outlet to fight the ultimate pleasure you've been feeling.

“Yoona, I-I…”

“Yes, Oppa?” she releases your shaft out of her mouth with a loud pop, as your tip glistens with her saliva as well as the strings of it connected from her mouth.

“I r-really need to fuck your face, right n-now…”

Sullyoon senses your nervousness as you hitch a breath after each of your numerous stutters, her finding it rather adorable despite this sinful act in front of her.

“Oppa, like I said, I'm fine with this, go on. Use my mouth however you like.”

If she insists, who are you to say no—Oh! You wanted it anyway, right?

Grabbing her dark brown locks and making a makeshift ponytail out of it, you started to push your cock onto her mouth once more as Sullyoon's hand guided you. You started off with slow thrusts, adjusting yourself as Sullyoon grabbed your hips, adjusting herself onto the whole length of shaft invading her wet, warm cavern which is her mouth.

With how good her mouth feels, you can't help but increase the pace of your thrusts as Sullyoon tries to keep up with your whole length slamming down her throat. Not so long after, your shaft met the back of her throat, activating her gag reflex once again and pulling you back, her coughing mildly as concern is evident in your eyes.

“Fuck, I'm s-so sorry, Yoona. Are you okay?”

“I'm g-good, Oppa—*coughs* Fuck my face again, I c-can take it.”

You're a bit hesitant with her request as she strokes your shaft furiously and takes you in again, bobbing her head frantically as the thoughts of concern are fading away. With the sight of this gorgeous girl pleasuring you is definitely what can make any man happy.

Without any time to waste, you then grabbed her hair again and thrust in and out of her mouth, your pace faster than before as you fuck her face with no abandon, not caring if she gags or coughs right at the spot as pleasure is driving you way crazier than before.

“Fuck, Yoona. I love h-how fucking good your throat always feels like—fuck! You take me so fucking w-well too. Ahh, I'm going to fuck the living brat o-out of you! Arghhhh!”

With this new pace you built up, you can't help but let out intimate moans. Sullyoon's ruined mascara is evident from her eyes as her disheveled hair and the smeared lipstick around the base of your shaft arouses you even further. Saliva seeps out of her mouth as you pound her mouth harder and faster, her gagging sensually and gawking all over your length is a sign on how well you're fulfilling her needs—and your needs too.

You didn't mind the time ticking anymore as you can sense a familiar knot on your loins, signaling that your release will come anytime soon and Sullyoon senses it by how much your shaft is throbbing between your thrusts inside her mouth.

“Yoona, f-fuck, your mouth feels so damn good. You're taking me so well down y-your throat. Arghh—shit, I'm going to fucking cum!”

Knowing that Sullyoon likes to always taste and swallow your load every time you have quick sessions with her, a bright idea comes to your mind as you don't fulfill that wants of hers as you hurriedly pull out of her warm cavern, stroking your cock furiously, pointing it out towards her as surprisingly, Sullyoon didn't complain about you not painting her cavern white as she lewdly sticks out her tongue and closes her eyes, bracing herself on what's about to come.

“Paint my face white Oppa. Make an artwork and paint every inch of my small face. Cover my face with your hot, thick cum Oppa. Please, I'm dying to feel it Oppa, please, please, please!”

“Shit! I’m cu—mming Yoona!”

You groan as thick shots of hot, white semen paints Sullyoon's enticingly beautiful face as the empty canvas is painted white. Her eyes, forehead, nose, lips and her chin is covered with your pearly white cum as her index finger traces a sample from her cheeks, tasting it as she elicits a sexy moan, satisfied with your big load covering her face and the taste of it. You then fall limp to the toilet, recovering from your high as Sullyoon strokes your shaft, milking the entirety of your cock, making sure you're fully drained. Not so long, the timer beeps, signaling the end of the 5-minute mark.

“Fuck, that was such a yummy load, Oppa and it feels so warm on my face, oh my gosh.”

What a marvelous piece of art you've done with her—the ruined sight of her is something that you'll forever keep in mind as her beauty is beyond incomparable.

“How did you came so much, Oppa? Did I really turn you on that much, huh?”

“Well, I never busted a load for like a month and you didn't really come to meet me to help me get off.”

“Fair point, Oppa and sorry about that, I’ve been very busy too lately.”

“It’s alright Yoona, and also, bundles and bundles of schoolworks so don't have much time to really get off too.”

Sullyoon just nods as you handed her tissues to help her clean up her face but there's one thing you forgot to do and you wouldn't waste any time doing it now.

“Yoona.”

“Yes, Oppa?”

You swiftly took out your smartphone, opening your camera as you took a picture of her ruined, cum-covered visage quickly, catching her off-guard.

“Yah Oppa!! Give me that!”

“Why? Don’t you look beautiful with my cum painted on your face?”

“It’s not like that, Oppa, it’s just that… I don’t think I look beautiful enough and I look like weirdo—”

“Oh shut up about that Yoona. You're always beautiful, remember that. Also, you're so photogenic, the photos came out well, look!”

You then showed Sullyoon the pictures you took as her eyes are in awe of how well the photos are quality-wise.

“You are a great photographer, Oppa. You should consider that as a job, right now.”

“Aha, maybe, when I graduate, I will, but—oh shit! Let's clean up quickly.”

Sullyoon then grabs your softening erection as she cleans it fully with her tongue, her saliva still glistening the tip of your shaft as you grab some tissues to help Sullyoon clean up and dress your bottom-half up.

“I can't wait to feel you tonight, Oppa.”

“Who says I'm going to sleep with you tonight?”

“Me! Who else?”

“But what if I don't want to?”

Sullyoon lets out an almost inaudible series of whimpers as she punches your left shoulder playfully, not satisfied with your not-so-rhetorical question.

“Yah! Oppa~ Come on…”

“Okay, okay, Yoona. Hah, you know I can't resist you too…”

Her small, muffled noises full of delight shows how she seems victorious after her pleas against you. As much as you want to discipline and tame her bratty demeanor, you simply can't because of these two reasons: one, is that she's simply irresistible and lastly, you've been wanting to spend your time with her as it has been a while since the both of you did. Not so long after, the both of you got out of the bathroom as if nothing ever happened.

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It was just any normal ride to your way home: the blasting of such head-banging bops and songs, the night drive without any traffic and your windows open—just the cold breeze of the wind—it’s just the best feeling a person could ever had, and that is further proven with Sullyoon. Yet with all of that fun and peak delight, the both of you can’t help but be in a different state of bliss and delight as you hungrily kissed each other as your tongues lap and danced in each other’s mouth. Slurps and moans resonates around the bedroom and mostly, around your ear as the both of you pulled out each other’s embrace, strings of saliva following right after as the both of you gasp for air as the restriction of oxygen makes it a challenge for you to extend the duration of this intimate kiss and further, not continuing it.

“You kiss me so well, Yoona.”

“Thank you, Oppa, you too, you’re a great kisser.”

You then latched your lips onto hers again as the taste of her luscious lips just can’t be resisted alongside her sultry moans that makes you dive into her, more. Another minute of an intimate kiss is all it takes before she makes a move to you, pulling your shirt up, removing the fabric out as her hands roam around your chest, your arms and to your abs. You moan a little from her repetitive actions as it’s most likely your kryptonite, making you squirm in sensitivity as her warm harm never fails to make you feel pleasurable—more like peak delight at this point.

“Are we just gonna kiss all night or will you do something more interesting, Oppa?”

As much as you wanna feel those soft lips brushing against yours and the irresistible taste of it, you wanna do more with her—you wanna make love to her. As much as you want to do the most unspeakable things on the planet with her, it must go into a slow journey before heading to the climax as it feels like nothing anywhere fun when you just skipped everything that can lead into your wants.

“I would love to do more than this, Yoona, but with that being said—”, you then brushed your fingers into her inviting lips as she lightly sucks on them wantonly, letting you know the urge of neediness that she’s feeling right now, “—you need to follow my orders.”

As expected, she rolls her eyes in frustration as you know how much she doesn’t like to fulfill orders when she’s on the bed with you. She does follow but not all the time, but right now, with all of her brattiness, it’s time to teach her a lesson she wouldn’t forget.

“But why, Oppa—”

“I said, you’ll follow my orders, Yoona. You’ve been acting like a brat all day and do you think this will be tolerated? Not this time—you won’t win this time, Yoona.”

“But Oppa—”

“No buts; just follow me and we will be all fine. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with you unless you don’t want me too, okay?”

You kissed her forehead for further reassurance. Even though your voice is commanding and chilling, on the brighter side, your only aim is to guide Sullyoon and just want the best for her, so your reassuring tone will do its job to balance your intimidating demeanor.

“Yes, Oppa…”

With that being said, you then caress her thighs as you can feel how soft and silky it is. So insatiable, so perfect, if you were to ask. Your fingers then run down the pearly white skin as Sullyoon squirms upon your touch, her sensitivity over the roof on how gentle and teasing you are.

“Op—Oppa~ Hngg, too much—ahhh…”

“Gosh, you're this sensitive right now, Yoona? What a pity that my little bunny is so needy. So needy for my touch.”

You then hiked her skirt up and noticed a familiar, wet spot on her panties that she couldn't help hiding. Still caressing her thighs, you then start to tease her labia as constant ragged breaths and moans escapes Sullyoon's mouth. With her sensitivity, this further puts you into an immediate advantage as you can see yourself fully controlling her.

“Does it feel good, Yoona? Does it? Answer me—”

“Yes, Oppa! Ahhhh~”

You smirked as victory can be sensed within any given time now as you can see her face, in an ahegao-like façade—her tongue sticking out lewdly and her constant wails. With her expression like that, you know that you're pleasuring her well so you raise it up a notch, fingering her faster as you insert another digit inside her to challenge her and most likely, for her to learn a lesson.

“You know, Yoona, I don't know when did you start to act like this, I really don't. You know, it's such a shame if you were to cum on my fingers, huh? Look at you, all red and flushed just by just this. Hmm, it's okay, my little bunny will be taken care of by his Oppa.”

Your constant teasing just sends Sullyoon's brain into haywire as her face flushed red like a tomato, maybe even redder than before. Inserting another finger just sends her into her limits, her husky, soft voice orchestrating a plethora of moans that resonates around your ear. This just further arouses you to the point that you just want to fuck her right at this moment yet you resist yourself onto the lustful temptation because you need to teach her a lesson. More pace exerted means much louder moans and ragged breaths from hers as not so long after, you can already feel her climax coming up by how much her pussy is leaking like a faucet that can’t be stopped.

“Oppa, I’m gonna cum—ahh!”

Just right when she’s about to climax, you suddenly pull out your fingers and as expected, Sullyoon whines in desperation and defeat from your edging.

“B-But w-why did you stop, Oppa?”

You exhaled deeply as you looked at Sullyoon with a cheeky grin, making her intimidated with your not-so-silly actions.

“Well, I hope that you're going to learn your lesson, now, Yoona.”

“But why, Oppa? This is just unfair! I wanna get off too—”

You then stopped Sullyoon's childish protests with a single thud of your feet, stomping the ground with such force that it almost feels like it's about to break. Sullyoon's eyes convey worry and anxiety as she doesn't know what to feel in this given situation.

“Listen here, Yoona, next time, you gotta wait and be patient so that's why I'm telling you a lesson. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Oppa… I'm sorry too, I just can't help myself.”

You then kissed her forehead once again, as a sign of reassurance and to let her know how much you really care about her.

“You don't need to be sorry, Yoona. I just want to let you know how to be patient, okay?”

Sullyoon frantically nods as a response to what you've said as you further reassure her that you aren't mad earlier, but rather, disappointed.

“Such a good bunny. I like how you're getting more obedient.”

Sullyoon just remains flustered from your compliments as constant delighted squeals can be heard from hers. For one last time, you kissed her again intimately as she reciprocated from the kiss as fast as lightning. Not so long after, you pulled out from her warm mouth as the insatiability is never coming down, so you thought of something that can make what you've been feeling better.

“Mwah, oh, Yoona. Because of your obedience, I would give you something to hold on—a present, shall I say.”

“What is it, Oppa?”

Sullyoon's puppy-like eyes shows her utmost anticipation of what you're about to mutter. You know that she just can't wait and so are you, so you gleefully smiled at her and said the reward that you're about to give her.

“You know how insatiable you are to me, so, with that being said, you can suck me off to start some things before we get to the main course.”

All can Sullyoon do is squeal in victory as she gets to taste your shaft yet again. So without any time to waste, she unbuckles your belt and undresses your bottom half, leaving you fully naked. Placing a couple of digits to your erect shaft, you shiver as the coldness of her hands sends your brain in haywire. As she's doing the handiwork that she's best at, a certain tingle in your brain tells you something that you should definitely try and with this given moment, you didn't dare to miss this opportunity.

“Oh, Yoona.”

“Yes, Oppa?”

“There's a checkered ribbon similar to yours on the top left drawer on my table, would you please get it? I'm going to try something out.”

Without a doubt, Sullyoon immediately fulfilled your favor as she hurriedly got up on the bed and got the ribbon for you.

“Now, what do you want me to do with it, Oppa?”

“Uhm, ahh—just tie it on your hair, at the back of your head and remove this headband of yours.”

As Sullyoon's amused yet quizzical face emanated, she quickly thought about why you suddenly let her grab the checkered ribbon. You probably knew that she cracked the code and all you can do is smile as her clever mind figured it out.

“Oooh, is this a new fetish of yours, Oppa?”

“Y-Yeah, I’m sorry if it’s a dumb on—”

“No!—” Sullyoon then looked at you endearingly, her eyes shining full of glint and her soft-spoken tone reassuring you. “—It’s totally fine, Oppa. It’s actually good that you wanna try more.”

“Thank you, Sully, you’re definitely the best.” You kissed her forehead as she squealed gleefully and flushed from your simple complimenting words. “Now, go down on your knees and get your reward.”

She didn’t leave a second wasted as she hurriedly dropped down on her knees while you relaxed yourself onto the bed, letting her do all the work as you're just there to guide or command her.

“How do you want me to suck you off, Oppa, hm?”

“Just suck it however you like, Sully, I don't mind it.”

Giving the green light to Sullyoon, she immediately averted her attention towards your hardening member, her eyes glued and in awe and how much it's been erecting.

“Wow… Look how you're getting hard for me, Oppa. Am I turning you on too much?”

“If only you know, Sully.”

If only she knew how much she's turning you on right now, she would've used that advantage to further pleasure you—or maybe even ignite the gasoline on the flames of her mind-tingling teases—sooner yet you wouldn't complain a single bit as her hands are now taking a firm, vise-like grip as she slowly strokes your shaft, you then involuntarily moaning softly as her actions stimulates you. Not so long after, she upped the pace of the stroke and that leads you to leak the infamous colorless liquid which she traced her dainty fingers with, not wasting a single drop.

“Oh gosh, it's so delicious, Oppa…”

As her strokes got sensually faster, she started to spit on your shaft as an aid to pleasure you even better—her saliva acting as a lubricant. With more exertion and pace between her strokes, you can't help but groan in sensitivity and pleasure as it skyrocketed up fast. Between her furious strokes are the lust-filled kisses around your mushroom-shaped tip which further sends you to overdrive. Your hips jerk inevitably as the pleasure you're feeling was way too much to handle and after an opening show of her talented fingers, it was the time for you to feel the warmness of her wet, slick cavern which is her mouth.

“Oh, fuck! Yoona, it's too good!”

Her response was nowhere near a verbal one but instead an immediate act as she rapidly bobbed her head up and down on your shaft, gobbling onto it like it's the last time that she'll ever taste you. Most of the time when Sullyoon is giving blowjobs, you close your eyes as you mentally picture and feel every detail of her actions and how pleasure is delivered by hers yet today, that may change. You suddenly opened your eyes and you were met with the sight of Sullyoon, in her uniform and mostly, with a checkered ribbon tied on the back of her head. Your mind can't fully comprehend how attractive and lustful this act could be, and how your ribbon fetish stimulated you onto the roof. It's also the way Sullyoon sucks you off with a vigor and fervor that no one can match and especially, how she looks so ruinable with that damn uniform.

You curse onto yourself for the pleasure you're feeling as her frantic bobbing of her head ensues—the constant slurps and gags that makes you feel the utmost gratification you’ve ever felt, and maybe, it’s even better than what she did earlier. With this much stimulation, you need an outlet to fight so in a matter of seconds, you grabbed her head and made a makeshift ponytail without ruining the ribbon she tied at the back of her head. You never knew that this ribbon fetish of yours can bring you to your ultimate fantasy coming true as the rhythmic bobbing of Sullyoon’s head almost puts you into hypnosis as you’re starting to moan her name much more frequently than before.

“Fuck, Yoona—argh, so good. So, so good. Ahh, y-you can touch yourself if you want t-to, you’ve earned a bit of p-pleasure for being such a good girl.”

With all of this stimulation, you’re half-surprised on how you can articulate such words to Sullyoon as you felt like she ignored you as all you can hear is her constant slurping, gagging and her hums around your throbbing shaft. She sucks you off like a lollipop, the tight suction of her lips not leaving anything on your length untouched and covered by her own drool as if she’s trying to milk another big load from yours, which, preferably, you would want to as you’re dying to explode inside her slick, warm cavern and to paint every inch of it white. With all of Sullyoon's effort on sucking you off, it just drives you closer and closer to your climax as she can feel it too by how much your length is throbbing inside her talented mouth.

“Fuck, Yoona—shit! I'm s-so fucking close. Arghh! I'm gonna explode inside y-your mouth!”

All it takes is a few rhythmic movements before you finally explode inside her as thick, warm semen flooded her insides. Each spurt should be savored by Sullyoon, as she does just that, keeping her mouth in touch within the base of your cock as she tries to take it all but fails when it's way too much for her to handle. Your euphoric orgasm sends you into bliss, making you savor every second within this moment.

“G-Gosh, you’re t-taking me so fucking well, all the way, baby…”

Within the final spurts, she pulled out herself onto your raging length as she gave herself some time to breathe, also, the final spurts painting her cheeks and her chin pearly white. The once cum-flooded mouth of Sullyoon has now been clean as she swallowed it all, not wasting a single drop. She later showed how neat her mouth is as everything has been swallowed, even the ones painted within her face.

“It’s so delicious, Oppa. Thank you for this gift.”

A gleeful smile emanates from her as you smile back, satisfied with her performance as she puts on a show to remember.

“How did you release a bigger load than before, Oppa? This is like—too much.”

You just replied with a shrug and numerous ragged breaths as you still recover from the bliss earlier. All you can see is her beautiful, disheveled face flashing a smile towards you as you caress her hair, letting her know how satisfied you are. Now initiating the first move, you slowly pin her against the bed as you can now smell the floral-like perfume she used earlier, which you always like. Now inches away from her touch, you didn’t waste a second to latch your lips onto her neck, peppering it with kisses as she moans in response to your intimate actions. You suckle onto her neck like it's your last, the suction may be enough to leave a small mark as you did the same to her nape, marking it too with your love.

“You're moaning too much, baby, you like this?”

“Too much Oppa, I love it—ahh…”

Her sensitivity goes through the roof as her warm hands start tracing your back and gripping your hair because she was feeling way too much pleasure and bliss.

“Oppa...”

“Yes, Yoona?”

“I need to feel you i-inside me, now. Please? I'm dying t-to feel you—ahhh.”

“Be patient baby, okay? I'm just—mwah—marking you to let them know that you're mine.”

“B-But you're always mine, Oppa! Ahhh—I'm yours and only yours, Oppa—ahh—only y-yours.”

“You're so sweet, baby—mwah—I love you.”

“I l-love you too, Oppa.”

With her pleas and her needy moans, this just arouses you further as you continue to kiss her a little bit more as the main event will soon be coming. You can't resist her and you can't wait to feel her, so, without wasting any time, you commanded her to strip as she willingly fulfilled it.

“Straddle my lap and strip for me, baby.”

One by one, piece by piece, you can see her pristine figure as she slowly unbuttons her uniform, your cock twitching on how much she's turning you on. She notices this as she smiles, knowing that she's doing a great job at seducing and probably, even teasing you.

“Oh wow…”

You're in awe as she throws away her uniform somewhere near the bed as her perky mounds are in your sight, covered with a white-laced bra, arousing you further. She then unbuckles the lock of her skirt, undressing herself as she throws it away to God know where, teasing you further as she winks and flashes a smirk towards you.

“Oh my fucking god, baby, you're so hot.”

“Thank y-you, Oppa…”

Sullyoon hides her face with her hands as she gets shy from your compliment, making you giggle on how adorable she looks whenever she feels embarrassed.

“No need to be shy, baby, be confident, okay?”

A nod is her reply as your reassuring tone enlightens her up, increasing her confidence. Still straddled on your lap, she asks you about a request you never knew that she would say.

“Oppa?”

“Yes, Yoona?”

“Can I-I…”

She hides her face with her hands, feeling skeptical to say something but you enlighten her through your dulcet tone.

“It's okay, Yoona, open up to me—what do you want to do?”

“Can I—r-ride you?”

Those four words were just enough to make you peak in interest as your eyes widened, liking the idea of Sullyoon’s wants and your keenness, letting you thoroughly guide her onto what she wants.

“Of course, you can, baby, but, are you sure you want to?”

Sullyoon’s expressions changed faster than lightning, emanating a skeptical façade yet you reassure her again that everything's going to be fine with your guidance and your assistance.

“T-Thank you, Oppa, I just want to try this out myself.”

“No worries, Yoona.”

Her hands then reached for your semi-erect cock as she wrapped her dainty fingers around it, letting you feel the warmness of it as she stroked you into full hardness again. It doesn't take you long to be at full mast as her hands guide your raging members towards the heat of her entrance.

A few teasing and brushing of her clit towards your mushroom-shaped tip is all it takes for you to moan like crazy. You can already feel how soaking wet she is as her juices run down to your slit, like a water stream running down as it mixes it with your precum. Enough with the teasing as she now slowly takes you in, the both of you moaning in unison as the once tranquil room was now filled with lustful moans that breaks the silence.

“Take me a-all in baby, slowly—arghh! You're so tight, Yoona—arghh!”

“And you're s-so big, Oppa—ahhh! You feel s-so good! So, so good!”

Gyrating and forming a rhythm with her hips, she starts to bounce hypnotically as you guide her, your hands at the side of her thighs, thrusting a little bit upwards and mirroring her movements in order to help her. Even with her tightness that puts you up on a struggle, the both of you manage to form a rhythm that's way too pleasurable yet not way too fast—you could just stay this way as her walls clenching around your shaft forms an unexplainable bliss that makes you moan in ecstasy.

“Ahh—ahh—Oppa! Too good—oh fuck! Too good!”

Inevitable curses escape from her mouth as your dick makes her feel the utmost pleasure as she's in a state of bliss. Her dulcet tone resonates around your ear as each decibel of her moans increases, the more she adds pace on riding you.

“Oh fuck, baby, you're riding me so well—ughh! You're too fucking good, Yoona.”

Complimenting Sullyoon just adds gasoline to the flames and you love it—it makes her confident and you just can't help but smile because of it. Albeit she's tight, you can manage to pick up your pace on thrusting upwards as she does the same, her juices overflowing like a leaking faucet which just arouses you further, over to the roof—it also helps with the lubrication, which is a blessing in disguise.

With her hands pressed down onto your chest firmly, you could tell how much she's exerting the utmost efforts on pleasuring you as not so long after, she announces her climax nearing so helping her reaching her high, you start to thrust faster, reaching the limits of velocity your hips can muster as her moans became a delicate song to your ear with your hammering thrusts.

“Oppa! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum—ahh—ahh—AHH!”

An ear-deafening shrill is all it takes for Sullyoon to feel her euphoric high as her juices gushes out of your girth, signaling her blissful orgasm. You slow down your thrusts in order for her to recover from her high as you get up, pulling her into embrace and capturing her luscious lips at that moment—kissing her for a few seconds then caressing her hair to help her out.

“That's alright, baby, cum on my cock. Good girl—mwah—such a good girl for Oppa.”

“Oh f-fuck, Oppa—hahh… I came so hard.”

With her still laying down on the bed, recovering from her orgasm, you pulled your throbbing length out of her pussy, allowing her to have some time to breathe as she anticipates what you're going to do next—even though she may already know what you had in store, on your mind.

“Oppa?”

“Yes, Yoona?”

“Won't you cum inside of me? I k-know you want to, so please, give it to me, Oppa…”

Still exchanging breaths from the earlier exhaustion, you then lay on top of her slowly, ready to fulfill her needs of feeling you again.

“As you wish, Yoona, but, are you sure you want to do this right now? I don't know if you can take me ag—

“I'm good, Oppa. I can take it, just please, give me your warm load in my pussy, I want to feel you.”

Giving you the green light, you then line yourself onto her heat as she deeply inhales, readying herself on what's about to happen. Stroking your member again into full hardness, you then now started to insert yourself into her as you were eagerly met with the tightness of her velvety walls.

“Oh my f—you're so fucking tight, Yoona—oh so fucking good!”

You then held onto her hourglass waist as you thrust in faster, sultry and deep moans escaping from her agape mouth as a response from your actions. After a few seconds, you then capture her lips as the two of you are deeply enamored with the lustful act that's been happening. Her eagerly reciprocating the kiss further sends you to overdrive as you increase the pace, your hammering thrusts making her moan seductively while locking your lips onto hers. Her small whimpers and adorable little noises are the cherries on top, as her saccharine tone is enough to stimulate you, up to your peak. Even her with a faux demeanor or maybe even up to her being a sulky brat, it’s still enough to make you down bad towards her, wanting her all along as she’s insatiable and you can’t blame yourself to let your defenses down to this girl that you’re diligently fucking—her hourglass shape, her luscious, plump lips and it’s oh-so-kissable, her pretty face, her fair, pristine skin, her being soft and down to earth and more than what you could think about her.

What a perfect girl—you mutter upon yourself as the girl in front of you is now a beautiful, disheveled mess. More and more of her nectar gushes out of her cunt as it streams down to your throbbing length and drips down to your balls, wetting the bed sheets below—you swear, after this, you’ll be struggling to clean the bed on how soaking bed it would be.

“H-Harder, Oppa, please. Faster—ahh! Too fucking good! Oh god, make love t-to me, Oppa!”

Swearing in Sullyoon’s vocabulary is sporadic in nature as when she does, you know something is serious but right now, you could tell how serious she is as you fulfill her wish by exerting more effort, increasing the pace into a faster rhythm as your hammering thrusts ensues, her mouth agape and her moans turning into wild whimpers by how the pleasure is delivered all throughout her body.

“Y-Yoona…”

“Ahh—y-yes, Oppa?”

“I w-want you to fuck from b-behind, can I?”

She unhesitantly nods as if it wasn't even a question at this point—why would you even ask her when you know that she’ll agree, but nonetheless, asking is still important. As much as you don’t want to pull out of her tight, velvety walls, you should as the both of you switched positions, you then aiding Sullyoon some help. Without wasting any second, you plunge your girth back to her juicy, wet cunt as you didn’t give her some time to adjust, starting off with wild and frantic thrusts. She wanted this anyway so you’re here to fulfill her—if she wants it slow, then you’ll do things slow with her as she deserves to be fucked like the princess she is. With the reckless pounding you’re exerting, it is inevitable to feel the tingling sensation on your loins so with that, you then grabbed her hair—not enough to hurt her—as you make a makeshift ponytail, an outlet to fight the pleasure and for it to help you into fucking her as a side-thought came in your mind on how strong the ribbon is on holding onto her hair despite the ruthless acts the both of you’re doing. You didn’t mind it as you can feel your orgasm building up so you gave her the final pounding she deserves as you groan, announcing your release.

“I’m g-gonna cum inside you, baby! You gotta t-take it all in—f-f-fuck!”

“I’m going t-to cum too, Oppa! Let’s cum t-together?”

With a nod and a smile, you gave her the green as you yelled her name in ecstasy, burying the entirety of your length in her pussy as thick and thick shots of semen painting her velvety walls white. She then came after you as her walls pulsate around your length, her reservoir breaking loose as her juices gushed out like a waterfall around your shaft. With her euphoric high, she then moans your name too as your blissful orgasm comes to an end after a few seconds, exchanging smiles and kisses as you latch onto her lips once more, letting her know how much you love her and only her. Pulling your length and your lips onto her, your semi-flaccid shaft is now mixed with indistinguishable liquids as all you can see, and possibly, be proud of, is how well, you creampied Sullyoon—your semen leaking out of her freshly-fucked pussy slowly is a sight to see. With how sensitive and painful you feel right now, you then lay yourself down beside Sullyoon as the both of you looked at each other’s eyes, seeing your worlds within both pupils. Pulling her into an embrace, you grunt in pain as the sensitivity is inevitable, and maybe because of the fact that she drained you and you couldn’t care less because all that matters is how happy you are and how this night will be remembered in your history books.

“You fucked me so well, Oppa… It’s so warm inside—ahhh. I love you so much, Oppa.”

“I love you too, Yoona, you took me so well too and I’m sorry if it’s a bit too rough—”

“Shhh—” her index finger lays on top of your lips, refraining you from saying anything further. “—it’s what I wanted anyways, Oppa. Thank you for that.”

Her face hides onto your chest as she rests onto it, herself being comfortable as she becomes enervated with all of the acts you’ve done earlier. You then rest your head onto the top of her head, caressing her hair slowly as she looks up with you with those sparkling, puppy eyes that you always have loved. Her chin then rests onto your chest as she smiles in joy, her arms still wrapped around your neck. You already knew that her intentions are clear: her showing how grateful she is as her affectionate actions is enough to make you in awe. She then closed her eyes, still emanating that bright smile of hers, as you patted her head and kissed her forehead, then uttering the words: “I love you so much, Yoona. Thank you for everything—mwah.”

Her cheeks flushed rosy pink as she utters the same plethora of words: “I love you too, Oppa. Never let me go, please…”

“I won’t, Yoona. You mean a lot to me and I’ll always protect you, no matter what happens.”

Closing your eyes as the both of you venture down the abyss, your exasperated bodies then give in to the drowsiness, your bodies still in a form of a warm embrace—your arms wrapped around each other and head resting on each other’s embrace. Still with your post-orgasmic exhaustion, you managed to slowly push her away from your embrace as you reposition her onto the bed, making herself comfortable. You then wrap her in a blanket as you take a look of her pristine features and how much it makes you in awe. You shine a smile from the sight of her sleeping soundly as not so long after, you join her after wearing an underwear that you got from your chestnut-colored closet. You wrapped her into an embrace again, and involuntarily, she reciprocated to your embrace, her arms wrapping around your neck as she snuggled her head slowly to your collarbones, allowing you to hear her soothing snores. You then closed your eyes as you totally gave in to your drowsiness as slowly, you fell asleep, in Sullyoon’s arms.

The night is still young for the both of you yet it is already fulfilled in the state of bliss and you couldn’t be any happier with that. This is a night to remember and it absolutely will be as this is the best day ev—

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ohmyhaewon on 22:19 - “I’ll meet you tomorrow at noon, Oppa. Be there because we’ll talk about something. See ya’! ;)”

Well, this wasn’t according to what you’ve planned—

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