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msgexymunson · 10 months

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Dr E. Munson, D.D.S

Description: praise from your dentist is the last thing you thought would stoke your passions. During another meeting, intoxicated after surgery, you accidently tell him how he makes you feel.

Warnings: Fluff, angst and smut, my favourite trio. NSFW Minors DNI, reader mid 20s and Eddie mid to late 30s but not explicitly stated, no real time given implied 90s but written as open, reader is AFAB, no use of Y/N, tooth extraction (don’t worry it's not gory), little to no knowledge of the dental industry (please don't come for me I tried my best), fem oral receiving, overstimulation, massive praise kink, p in v protected sex.

A/N: Well, the tale of my praise kink being activated at the dentist appears to have struck a chord with you all, so as unbelievable as this is, just go with it. Eddie's a dentist. Not just a dentist, but a soft pleasure dom dentist ;) I tried to make it believable!! Also, I can't write short fics anymore. I gotta get elaborate before I get into the good ole porn.

🖤 Comments and reblogs are my lifeblood, please reblog if you want me to keep writing, it really makes my day sweethearts. 🖤

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Fidgeting restlessly with your rings, your leg shakes compulsively as you sit in the sterile waiting room. You really wish you didn't have to go through this alone, but your best friend Alex is working and you are far too old to be going to the dentist with your mom.

Needs must, though. Yesterday, whilst you were eating one of your nieces candy suckers of all things, you bit down and shattered a wisdom tooth. Just thinking about it you can see Dr Burke's stern face, with his ridiculously bushy eyebrows and wrinkled frown, telling you off for eating too much sugar.

When the perky receptionist calls your name and instructs you to go to room 2, you're a wobbling bubble of nerves. Walking over the cheap linoleum on click clack heels, you pause for a moment outside the door in confusion.

The little plaque on the wooden door is different. It used to hold old Dr Burke's name on it, but it's changed.

Dr E. Munson, D.D.S.

Swinging the door open, you see a much younger man sitting on a swivel stool looking over some notes. His hair is long and wavy, so long he's scraped it into a low ponytail, and there's a sprinkle of stubble over his face. As he looks up, you're met with the deepest, most soulful brown eyes you've ever seen. And is that, an eyebrow piercing? He flashes a grin, one filled with such mischief that for a second you forget why you're here.

“Well hello! You must be my next patient. Take a seat right here.”

He pats the treatment chair but you still stand gormlessly by the door.

“You're not Dr Burke.”

Well done idiot, state the obvious.

“Seems your eyesights OK.”

He shoots a wink at you which immediately turns your insides to jello.

“Dr Burke retired actually. I'm Dr Munson, I just moved to the city. You can call me Eddie.”

He extends a hand out to you. Shuffling forward in your pencil skirt you click your way over to him and take his hand. It's huge, enveloping your own, but he holds your hand with care and shakes it very gently.

He lets go to wash his hands and put a pair of latex gloves on.

“You know you don't have to dress up to go to the dentist, but it's appreciated.”

Is he flirting with me?

“I-I was at work this morning.”

You perch on the seat and pull your legs up, sliding your handbag to the floor.

“So, what seems to be the problem?”

“I was, well…”

“It's OK sweetheart, I ain't gonna tell you off.”

Sweetheart? Oh Holy Shit.

You found yourself clenching your toes in your heels. This guy is far too hot to be a dentist.

“I was eating a sucker and I, well, I bit down, broke my back right wisdom tooth. It shattered.”

He scoots his stool towards you and instructs you to open your mouth. As he examines you he hums, feeling inside your mouth with a gloved hand.

“Yup, that's broken up alright. I'm sorry, that must be painful. Don't worry, I'll do my best to help. I'm gonna do an x-ray, that OK?”

“Yeah.”

Pulling a little plastic T instrument from his desk, he wheels back over.

“Now, this is going to be uncomfortable, and I'm real sorry. Open your mouth and I'll slide it in gently.”

Face flickering a violent shade of red, you nod. Surely he's aware of how this sounds?

“OK, open wide, that's it.”

He puts the little contraption in your mouth.

“OK, now bite down. I know, it's uncomfortable. It'll just take a second. That's it, just breathe for me.”

It's not intolerable but it's not exactly nice. A moment before it would have been too much he takes it out.

“That's it, did so good for me. Well done sweetheart.”

Now, this is not the fucking time to have these sorts of feelings. A heat had started spreading between your legs that you haven't felt for quite some time.

“Hmm,” Eddie said as he looked at the x-ray, “I definitely need to remove those pieces. I'm a bit concerned about the tooth above it. That's got a cavity, it'll need to be removed, but it'll need surgery I'm sorry to say.”

“Surgery? Oh God.”

“Hey, it'll be alright. I'd do it now but it's too risky. Never had to go into surgery before?”

Laughing nervously, you fiddle with your fingers.

“I've never had a tooth removed! I'm a tooth removal virgin.”

The words just flew out and there was nothing you could do to pull them back. Eddie leaned in a little, a cheeky glint in his eye.

“Well, then I'll be extra gentle.”

A stare that's a fraction too long, and he scoots back over to his desk. Not long after he's got a needle in his hand.

“Now, I'm gonna need to numb the area, and this is going to be painful. But once this is done, that's the worst of it. If you need me to stop at any point, you just raise your hand. That OK?”

“Sure, do what you need to.”

“Atta girl, so brave for me. Open your mouth wide.”

My good God this man and his words; you can picture yourself on your knees in front of him as he says the same things.

Atta girl, take it a little deeper, that's it, so good for me…

Squirming hotly in your seat, you do as instructed and his gloved fingers invade your mouth once more.

“OK, you're gonna feel a sharp scratch, it'll go on for a few seconds, doing it now… good girl.”

As he says ‘good girl’ two things happen. He injects your gum, and you flood your panties. The pain is inconsequential at this point, you just want him to keep talking to you like that.

“OK, one more sweetheart… that's it, so brave, look at you, taking it so well.”

He stares at you with those soft brown eyes and once again you forget entirely why you're here.

“Now, you should start to feel your lips tingle, it'll mean it's working.”

Your dirty mind can't help but think; which lips?

As a numbness invades your mouth, you let him know.

“Yeah, it's definitely working.”

“Good stuff. Now, I'm gonna feel in your mouth again, OK?”

You nod, beyond words, and he puts his fingers in your mouth.

“Now, if you need me to stop, what do you do?”

Sheepishly you hold your hand up.

“That's it, atta girl. Such a good listener.”

Nothing you can do but beam inwardly at the praise.

“Now, you can feel me right here, but there should be no pain, yeah?”

Resisting the urge to moan around his fingers, you make a sound akin to a muffled ‘uhuh’.

“Awesome, now just hold still, you'll hear some crunching and feel pressure, and then it'll be done.”

As he pulls a shiny implement from a tray and starts working the tooth shards from your mouth, you focus on his forehead, at the look of total concentration. How the lines on his forehead furrow. How his beautiful eyes harden slightly. How his perfect pink tongue dips out…

“All done.”

“Huh?”

He laughs, a rich, bubbling thing, and nods.

“Yup. You're good. Need to make an appointment at the desk for the other tooth though.”

“Will you be doing that?”

It rushes out in a blather which you can't control.

“Sure thing sweetheart. Just ask at the desk for me.”

“OK. Thanks.”

“Not a problem. Got to be there for my favourite patient.”

He flashes another wink at you which seems to rush straight to your knees as you get up and leave on newborn foal legs. Reaching the door, you hear his voice ring out behind you.

“And what should we do with suckers next time?”

Turning to face him, he raises an eyebrow, awaiting your response with the most serious expression he's given you so far.

“I should… suck?”

“Yeah you should.”

A mind altering grin later and he's turning back to his desk.

I should suck? What the hell is wrong with you! You need to get laid like, yesterday.

********************

It's a couple of weeks later and you're laying in the most unflattering hospital gown known to man with your best friend Alex who is trying to distract you.

“Honey, you'll be fine, they're putting you under! It's like, free drugs!”

You laugh at his antics, smiling with nerves.

“It's not the surgery, its-”

You hear mumbling in the doorway, two nurses gossiping in what they must think is out of earshot.

“Did you hear? Dr Munsons performing the surgery?”

“Yeah, he's not even supposed to be here. I hear Dr Stevens is pissed.”

As they walk away, continuing their whispering, you look over to Alex who is smirking at you.

“Oh, so he's not even supposed to be here? Ooh he likes you!”

You blush, thinking about the other day.

“No! I… I asked for him, that's all. You know I don't like this sort of shit.”

“Ah, so you thought Dr Dreamy would make it bearable huh?”

“Shut up!”

Dr Munson walks in then, smiling that smile that held a firm grip on your panties. Alex's eyes widen as he mouths the word ‘hot’ to you. You subtly nod your agreement and then smile at Eddie.

“Well, fancy seeing you here.”

“Couldn't stay away,” you respond, rolling your eyes. He chuckles back and looks you up and down.

“I told you sweetheart, no need to get dressed up for me.”

“What, this old thing?”

You share a laugh whilst Alex's eyebrows raise practically through the roof. This is clearly crossing some line, this banter between you, but he's the doctor and he started it.

Soon, the procedure has been explained and they're wheeling you out of there and putting you under anaesthesia.

“OK, good job, such a brave girl. Now, countdown from ten for me.”

“Ten, nine, eight…”

********************

Blinking bleary-eyed, you look around and catch the eye of your friend.

“She's awake! You OK?”

You are OK. In fact, you're fantastic.

“I'm great! M'I goin’ in surgery now?”

“You've been, it's done! It's all fine.”

“Huh?”

A fantastically handsome man walks in, entirely distracting you. Long hair, sparkling eyes, a gorgeous smile, and a slender tall frame. He's so hot. Wait, you can just say he's hot, right?

“Wow, wh'ryou? You're suuuper hot.”

He laughs, looking a little embarrassed.

“I'm Dr Munson, remember? Eddie. The er, drugs will wear off soon.”

“Eddie!”

You sit up immediately, despite the hands that shoot out to keep you still.

“Now, take it easy, the ketamine makes people act a little funny. How are you feeling?”

“M’great! All… floaty like. S’good shit.”

Eddie laughs as Alex holds his head in his hands.

“Good to hear. It'll wear off soon, I'm sure your boyfriend will take good care of you.”

“Nooo he's n’my’boyfrien’. He's suuuper gay. Ya’single? I no’had- not had any for nine months!”

Alex pipes up.

“Honey, you know I love you, so much, but you need to shut your mouth.”

Eddie laughs, flashing his perfect teeth.

“He's got a point. Glad you're doing good, the surgery went smoothly, so you'll be good to go in a few minutes.”

“Thank's'much Eddie. God, you're s’gorgeous. Did I do good?”

Eddie looks like he wants to be anywhere but here.

“Course you did. The best. That's why you're my favourite patient.”

Holding your hand up to your mouth and doing the worst stage whisper known to man, you look at Alex.

“See? Tol’ ya, his wors’ make me wet.”

“...aaaand that's the line. Thanks for taking care of her Dr Munson, I'll get her home safe.”

With protests from you, Eddie shuffles awkwardly out of the room. After a little while you're discharged, with Alex promising to look after you until you're back to normal.

********************

The strong coffee aroma assaults your nostrils; you take a massive inhale of your cup as if the caffeine could be absorbed by smell alone. The coffee shop was busy this Saturday morning but you'd managed to carve out your little comfy seat and tiny table so you can work on your writing. It was a relief after the busy week you've had to actually focus on something you love.

The noises and chatter of the place wash over you as you zone out, thinking of how to handle the plot twist coming up. It needed to be thoughtful, but unforced, as if the characters…

“Well, if it isn't my favourite patient.”

“Huh?”

You look up and see a very familiar pair of eyes. Eddie. The rest of him however, looks very different.

Eddie's in an old Iron Maiden t-shirt, worn with age, and tight black jeans. A chain hangs low at his hip, and his large hands are adorned with silver rings. His hair is loose and unkept around his shoulders, but his signature smile still beams at you. His forearms are on display, covered in tattoos. It's certainly not what you were expecting. How did he just get even hotter?

Remembering what Alex told you about how you made an utter fool of yourself brings you out of your revelry. The stuff you said to him after surgery makes you visibly cringe. You were torn between wanting to ask him out and wanting the ground to swallow you whole.

Cheeks blazing with heat, you find your voice.

“Eddie! Er, hi.”

“You mind if I sit here? It's pretty packed.”

Gesturing at him to make himself comfortable, he swings his leg over the stool opposite and sits down, mug of steaming coffee in his hands.

“What brings you here?”

“Well, I write. As a hobby, you know? Needed to get out of the house and get some done. And you?”

He points a thick finger across the street and you gulp in your throat, remembering the feel of those fingers in your mouth.

“There's a record store across the way, I was scouting for anything I've missed. Unlucky today it seems.”

It was weird seeing him here. Like when you see a teacher in the wild. Except you're not a kid, and the teacher is fucking fine.

You nod and share a very uncomfortable silence.

“Listen, I'm sorry for anything I said-”

“Hey, don't worry about it sweetheart, it was the drugs. Trust me I've heard some weird shit!”

He seems to shrug it off and you breathe a sigh of relief. The last few weeks all you've managed to think about is how much of a fool you've made of yourself. Hopefully he's chalked it all up to the drugs. No need for him to know you were speaking the truth.

“I gotta say, you don't look like a dentist.”

Eddie laughs, a perfect deep laugh that has you squirming in your seat.

“Yeah, I get that alot. I er, used to get beat up when I was a kid. I got punched real hard once, broke my jaw. It was wired shut for like six weeks. After that, well, you find some respect for dentistry. Thought I'd give it a shot, went to school. Seems I have a knack for it. I have an impeccable bedside manner, apparently. Or so I'm told.”

I'll say.

“I can- I can see that.”

He blazes a grin at you that damn near combusts your insides. And that's what you blame for the thing that's about to fall out of your big mouth.

“Listen, I know this is crazy but can I have your number?”

What the fuck are you doing?? Hitting on your dentist?

It seems your word vomit was indeed something that happened in real life and not just in your head. Eddie looks pained as he warms his hands on his coffee mug.

“Listen, sweetheart, you're a very pretty girl but… I can't. It'd be wrong of me, you're my patient and-”

“No, I get it, it was dumb, ignore me.”

You grab your belongings at the speed of lightning and stuff everything into your bag.

“Hey, sweetheart, wait, I literally ca-”

Hell no.

You've made more of an idiot of yourself than you're prepared to be comfortable with. Now, cheeks burning hotly you shoulder your heavy bag and bustle out of the store, leaving an open mouthed Eddie sitting there with his arm outstretched.

********************

Today was the cherry on top of the icing on top of the cake of embarrassment. You've never asked a guy for his number before and the first time you do you're shot down? Confidence well and truly knocked, you called around and found a new dentist, and then called your old dentist's office to let them know. There was no way you could face Eddie again after you'd made a fool of yourself three times.

In an effort to cheer yourself up after that disastrous rendezvous, you'd dressed up, put on your highest heels paired with your shortest skirt and a red silk blouse, and went out for a night on the town.

Now, you don't make a habit of sitting at the bar on your own. You've dealt with enough creeps in your time to know that it was a bad idea. However, when it comes to your friends, you can give a little leeway.

Hence why you sat in your very short black skirt, heels tapping on the little rail on the bottom of the bar as you sip your Manhattan, watching your friend Alex out the corner of your eye have a make-out session with his new boyfriend. They were sitting at a table just to the right; you were on a barstool giving them a couple feet of privacy.

It was getting a little old though. In the past half an hour three men had approached you. You can't lie to yourself, it was the reason you'd agreed to be a third wheel in the first place. Trying to manifest the right kind of man clearly wasn't working however.

The first guy looked around twelve, with the wispiest facial hair you've ever seen. As he'd nervously bumbled a line at you, you told him you've never seen a theoretical moustache before. That saw the back of him. Contestant number two was the sleaziest douchebag in the whole bar, perhaps the entire city. He was the hardest to deal with; you'd ended up just turning away and ignoring him until he'd left. Number three was some balding, middle aged man with a pot belly and a stained tie. Exhausted by the previous two, you interrupted his practised line with one clear and concise ‘No’.

Almost certain that your date tonight would involve you with your vibrator, you order another cocktail. On your left directly next to you a guy starts leaning on the bar and calls to the bartender.

“Hey Jack, can I get a beer please, and whatever this lovely girl is drinking.”

Rolling your eyes and turning to look at contestant number four, ready to tell them to fuck right off, you realise its Eddie. Of course it fucking is. The universe seems to have a horrible sense of humour today. He's still in his jeans and boots, but now sporting a burgundy shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Stupid dentist and his stupid hot tattooed forearms.

“Are you following me? I don't need a pity drink thanks, I'm good.”

You reach into your purse to pay for the drink you ordered but Eddie already has cash in his hand. He pays for it anyway and leans on the bar facing you.

“It's not pity, it's an apology for earlier. And I think you're the one following me, I live two floors up.”

Lips pressed into a firm line, you stir your drink with its cocktail stick and pretend that dentists don't exist.

“You can't just ignore me, you know.”

Taking a sip of your drink you continue to stare resolutely forward.

“OK, you can just ignore me, but I'd like it if you didn't.”

Another sip, and you pull the little cherry off its stick and chew it.

“So, you got a thing for dentists or is it just me, sweetheart?”

That's it, you turn angrily to face him and scowl.

“That's totally unfair you can't just-”

“Ha, got ya talking.”

He's grinning at his little victory, laughter lines creasing near his eyes. If your eyes could shoot daggers you're sure he would have died from blood loss at this point.

“Listen, I'm sorry, OK? I would have said yes in a fucking heartbeat, but I could lose my license.”

Your eyes soften; he's clearly telling the truth and it does make sense. His licence hadn't even entered your mind.

“I understand. Sorry for being rough on you.”

“Don't worry about it. I just thought I better clear the air if I'm gonna be your dentist.”

“Oh, don't worry about it. You're not.”

“Huh?”

Looking down at the bar and drawing circles in the condensation from your drink with a finger, you explain.

“I couldn't face seeing you again, so I, ha, ran off to a different dentist. It's a half hour out of my way, but never mind.”

Eddie's posture changes immediately, standing fully to attention.

“You're not my patient anymore?”

“Nope,” you reply, and knock back the last of your drink, “I'm not.”

“You're not my patient anymore.”

You risk looking back at him; he's wide eyed, nodding in your direction, as if he's just told a joke that you didn't get. Face scrunched with confusion, you blink it away as a light bulb pings on inside your head.

“Oh. I'm not your patient anymore.”

The grin that slowly unfolds across Eddie's face is damn right sinful.

“You wanna come upstairs?”

“Hell yes.”

Leaping lightly off of the bar stool, you turn to dislodge your coat from the back of Alex's chair and wave at him frantically to tell him you're leaving. He turns to you, then Eddie, then back to you with what can only be described as A Look. If you weren't so excited you would have admonished him, but who the fuck cares.

Eddie grabs your hand firmly and pushes through the thronging crowd with you in tow. The cold night air hits you like a blow to the chest when you escape, as does your rash decision.

Eddie seems to sense your hesitation. Pulling you into a doorway he grabs your other hand and looks at you.

“Sweetheart, you know you don't have to do anything you don't want to. We can just go upstairs, have a drink, or not, and chat. Really.”

“Really?” You cock your head with the question as he licks his bottom lip with a pink tongue, dragging it to his perfect teeth to bite. He looks nervous, and for some reason, that is doing it for you right now.

“Really. I'm just saying we don't have to rush-”

The rest of his sentence is swallowed whole by your kiss as you tip your head up and push your lips against his firmly. Eddie grabs your waist with one hand, the other snaking into your hair to cradle your head.

For a moment you forget about the cold, about the fact that anyone can see you like this right now. All that matters is the pounding heat of his body smashing against yours and the passion pouring from his tongue as it swipes and rolls and fills your mouth with unexpected moans.

Nails digging into his back, as if attempting to claw under his clothes, you force his body against the wall in the wanton desire to be closer. His hand massages the silk of your blouse at your waist, warmth spreading from his palm into your very flesh and seeping down between your legs.

You'd have him, right here, against this wall, right now, if he hadn't pulled your head back softly to break the kiss. The tips of your noses rub together as you both gasp for the same air. He's smiling and biting his lip again, but this time it looks like a distraction to stop himself from devouring you. Eddie breaks the feral spell first.

“So, just a chat, yeah?”

You both laugh, a giddy silly thing reserved for the two of you.

“Yeah, you're probably right. Don't want to rush these things.”

Nodding sagely, you take his proffered hand and let him lead you inside and up the stairs.

You're not sure what you expect his place to look like, but you're pleasantly surprised at how open and spacious it is. Hardwood floors, big windows, a big black sofa, and an open kitchen area with a little breakfast bar. There's a wall of shelves with what must be hundreds of records, CDs and tapes on it, all neatly organised and displayed, and an expensive looking sound system. Two guitars sit by the couch as if they'd been played recently, along with an amp that seems to be doubling as a side table. There's a small pile of boxes over by one wall that have yet to be unpacked. And that's it.

No wonder it looks so spacious, there's nothing in it.

“Eddie, it's a great place, but er, where's all your stuff?”

He looks a little sheepish as he flicks a standing lamp on and shuts the curtains.

“Yeah. Got the basics sorted; kitchen, bedroom, music. Honestly, never lived anywhere this big before, and my last place came furnished.”

He gestures widely at the sofa with a swing of his arm and you perch on it, ankles crossed, fully aware of how short your skirt is.

“So, you wanna drink? Unfortunately I can't make a Manhattan but I’ve got rum, some vodka, sodas, maybe a beer?”

“What do you mean you can't make a Manhattan? What sort of establishment is this?”

You huff dramatically, folding your arms.

“I'm terribly sorry Ma’am, I shall have a word with the management.”

Eddie falls to one knee in a low bow, a mock plea for your forgiveness and the sheer goofiness makes your heart do a little hop inside your chest.

“What can I possibly do to make it up to you?”

His eyes are open, honest and sincere. But the grin fighting to crawl over his face is naughtiness personified.

“Well I shall have a beer now, and maybe you can make it up to me later?”

Smirking, he presses a soft kiss to your knee, then another, to the side of it. Letting his teeth drag further he playfully nips at the outside of your thigh and smooths the area with a lick.

Breathe. Remember, you need oxygen to live.

You take a harsh, ragged breath in as if inhaling for the first time and try to concentrate on slowing your heart rate. This is madness, you feel wrecked from a sprinkling of kisses.

Feeling Eddie's soft chuckle as the air from it dances on your thigh, he gets back up looking far too pleased with himself.

“You know, you shouldn't be that forward with a lady.”

Throwing his head back and laughing loudly he walks around the back of the couch. Directly behind you, he begins talking again.

“I don't see a lady here.”

Whipping your head around to reprimand him, he bends to your level and whispers in your exposed ear.

“I see a very good girl.”

Words die in your throat having never reached your tongue. There's no witty repartee, just an odd noise that blurts out of you, halfway between a whimper and a squeak.

Eddie walks away towards the fridge to grab your drink, no doubt with a very smug look on his face. In his absence you fan yourself to try to quench some of the raging heat within, but at this point it's like throwing a water bomb at a house fire. Undoing one button on your blouse, you let the girls have a little air at least.

He returns, drinks in hand, and offers one to you with a bow of his head.

“Milady.”

You take it and sip as Eddie sits next to you.

“I thought I wasn't a lady?”

“You are right, absolutely right,” he responds, shuffling closer to put an arm around you, and nuzzles your neck teasingly, “and I am not a gentleman.”

You reach out to the side, and realise there's nowhere to put your beer.

“Eddie, you need a coffee table or something.”

“Just, put it on the floor.”

Placing it gently on the floor, wincing as you do so, you mumble half to yourself, “if my mother could see me now…”

“I'm sure she'd have more important things to say than about the lack of coasters, sweetheart.”

“You have a very good point.”

Eddie holds your jaw, softly turning your face to his own, and presses a kiss to your cheek, then your jaw, and finally to your lips. It's more gentle than the searing heat of the last one; a languid spell of tongues finding their way against each other.

As you both break away, Eddie strokes your bare thigh, whispering in your ear as he does so.

“God, when you walked in my office, I thought I might have to switch professions. I just wanted to hike that tight skirt up and bury my face right here.”

His hand moves up your leg, a finger ghosting over the top of your panties that makes a shiver work all its way to the tips of your toes. It's a bold move, and one you wouldn't stand for usually, but this is Eddie. You've been fantasising about this for the last two months. Hell, this scene has played in your brain so long it was almost like it didn't feel like the first time.

So, if he's going to be that bold, then bold it is.

“Well, I gotta confess, it took a lot for me to not moan around your fingers in my mouth.”

Eddie groans loud, throwing his head against the back of the couch.

“Fuck that's so hot. C'mere.”

He's coaxing you into his lap and you follow his lead, swinging your leg across him and most likely giving him a choice view of your lacy underwear. His large hands wander over your frame, mapping out your curves with his eyes as well as his fingers.

“Eddie.”

You breathe it out, your hands resting on his shoulders. He's getting hard beneath you, you can feel it as your hips start to move back and forth of their own accord.

“Hmm?”

He doesn't look up, busy stroking your sides, thumb brushing your breasts with each pass. Every nerve feels like a live wire, feeling more needy than you think you've ever been.

“Eddie, please, just kiss me.”

“No.”

“No?”

He does look at you then, giving you a cheeky smile.

“I think I've got the hottest girl in the city on my lap right now, let me savour it a little.”

Rolling your eyes, you reach to the front of your blouse and start unbuttoning it slowly, letting the silky fabric fall off your shoulders and away. The fates seem to be in your favour for once; this is your best bra, adorned in satin and black lace.

“Well, someone's eager. Were you looking to get lucky tonight?”

Eddie says as he smirks at you, a hand stroking up, over your laced covered chest, coming to rest on the side of your throat.

“It's been a while Eddie, forgive me for being keen.”

“Oh yeah, what was it? Nine months, right?”

Cringing at his words whilst he chuckles, you rest your forehead on his shoulder to hide your face.

“Technically no.” It's muffled into the fabric of his shirt.

“No?”

Still unwilling to look at him, you reply, “that was a few weeks ago. It's ten now.”

Pulling you upright again, he playfully pouts, a little mocking face that's making your insides pulse.

“Aw, poor, poor baby. Guess I shouldn't tease so much. Why don't you take this ridiculous skirt off and sit for me sweetheart.”

It's comical how quickly you follow his directions, shuffling your skirt off and laying back on the sofa, ass near the edge, as he drops to his knees on the floor in front of you.

“That's it, right there. Such a good listener.”

As he runs his hands up the inside of your thighs, you spread your legs to make room for him, breath quickening in anticipation.

“I suppose I better check,” he says as he looks up at you with a serious expression, pierced eyebrow arching.

“Check what?”

“How wet my words made you.”

‘Oh God!” you squeak, hiding in your hands, “I can't believe you remembered that!”

“Remembered it? I can't think of anything else.”

His thick rough fingertips reach higher and higher; he slips two under your panties, hooking them to one side as his digits glide through your wetness.

“Oh sweetheart, you're soaked. That must be uncomfortable. Don't worry I'm gonna do something about that.”

You're thinking of something clever to say back but your mind empties entirely as his touch moves to your clit and rubs slow, deliberate circles.

The relief of him finally stroking just where you need it has you near tears, breathy gasps pulling from your chest and rushing out your mouth.

His fingers leave you suddenly and you resist the urge to stamp your foot like an impatient toddler, fists tight at your sides. Eddie raises up on his knees, leaning toward your chest.

“I'm gonna take this off first, that OK sweetheart?”

He runs a finger between the valley of your breasts as he speaks, making your back arch into the hint of a touch.

“Y-yes.”

“Atta girl.”

He reaches behind you and flicks your bra clasp, opening it with such ease that it makes you question internally how many times he's done that before. Then, he pulls the straps down slowly and with such reverence that you forget your thoughts.

“Jesus Christ, you are just perfect aren't you.”

Solid knuckles rub gently over a pebbled nipple making you whimper and bite your lip. Leaning in, his mouth is wet and warm, almost leisurely massaging your nipple, then giving the same amount of care and attention to the other.

When his teeth graze you an unfiltered moan shoots out from you, entirely unbidden.

“Wow, you're really sensitive,” he says when he unlatches his mouth. He pinches one abruptly and you cry out, hand grasping at his bicep in pleasurable shock. Licking his lips, he grins at you.

“Oh we are gonna have a lot of fun sweetheart.”

Running a finger just under the hem of your panties, he pulls them down as you assist him, lifting your ass to give him room. He shakes his head, biting his lip as he takes all of you in with his eyes now that you're entirely exposed, as if he can’t believe his luck.

Kissing down your quivering form, he finally slips that overbold tongue of his between your folds, running it back and forth over your sensitive nub. His tongue searches you, taking care to leave no spot untouched. It's deliberate; a slow and intense exploration of your sex, as if mapping out every sweet spot, spurred on by the moans spilling from your lips with ever increasing frequency.

Each sound you make is echoed, mirrored by Eddie, as if he was taking as much enjoyment in eating you out as you were in receiving it. The build up is as slow as his movements, but that certainly isn't a bad thing. Far from it. The feeling fizzing in your very blood is deep and profound, and it keeps building.

Until Eddie does this twirling thing with his tongue that makes your eyes cross, that sets each one of your nerves on fire, fingers desperately grasping at his soft waves as you moan even louder.

“Fuck, Eddie! Right there!”

His words are muffled, a hint of amusement in them, but you're sure he says “yes ma'am.”

Then he does it again, and again, tongue twisting like it's independent from his body, swirling you into a deep pool of overwashing ecstasy. Back leaving the soft confines of the couch you clutch at his hair as your hoarse moans pound out of you, until you flop back down, a glistening panting mess.

Eddie's still kissing your delicate parts, leaving soft, almost innocent kisses. He presses his lips to your clit again and you squirm, trying to get out of his gentle, grasping hands. It's a soft touch, but his hands are immovable, like velvet wrapped around a steel bar.

“Eddie, fuck, I-I'm really sensitive-”

“Oh I know sweetheart,” he says, pressing his mouth against you over and over, “but we're not done.”

Staring at him wide eyed, he lifts one hand, ring and middle finger outstretched, and brushes the tips of them to your kiss bitten bottom lip.

“Can you get these nice and wet for me sweetheart?”

Parting your lips slightly, he slips the fingers inside and you do as instructed, licking and suckling on them, surprised by how fiercely you wanted to. They felt rough and heavy on your tongue. Eddie's staring at you with a burning admiration in his eyes, still pushing his lips to you. He suckles softly at your clit making you writhe and moan around him. As he pulls his fingers out you call to him.

“Eddie, I can't it's too much-”

“Shhh, princess, do you really want me to stop?”

A little drop of shame trickles down your throat at the thought.

“No,” you whisper.

“That's what I thought,” he says as his fingers circle your silken entrance, “be good for me sweetheart, good girls come twice.”

You're not sure if the heady moan that you release is due to his fingers slipping inside you, or his words. It could be a combination of both. Stroking at you incessantly, his fingers drive into you, perpetually caressing that soft spot inside that makes your toes curl.

Your release creeps up unsurprisingly fast. It's all force and pressure, a tightening, full feeling that's gripping your insides in its strong claws. One minute you're holding on to reality and the next, you're gone, floating away as the pressure melts and cascades from you like stardust.

Your vision unblurring, you realise what's happened when the sound of it reaches your ears. That squelching, soaking noise of Eddie's fingers working you through the last throes of your pleasure.

As you look down Eddie's staring at your dripping pussy with awe, having to pull his fingers out of you with a bit of force since you don't seem to want to let go. He sits back on his heels with a smile that could rival the Cheshire cats, absolutely coated in your juices. It's covering his face, his hand, and it's even darkened the front and sleeve of his shirt.

An apology nestles on the tip of your tongue, but it stays there when Eddie speaks.

“Atta girl, did so good for me. Fuck, I kinda want to see if you can do that again.”

Opening your mouth for a witty remark, it escapes you. Your usually sharp mind is now the consistency of spray cheese. All that comes out is a soft little noise, a cross between a hum and a thank you.

“Stay right there, I'll be back.”

You giggle a little as he runs off. Where on earth does he think you'll go? And more importantly, how?

When he returns his face and hands are clean, and crucially, he's shirtless. Lean muscle gleams in the low light, decorated with a dozen or so tattoos. He's got a cloth in one hand, and a glass of water in the other.

“Here, drink up sweetheart, you need it.”

You search for a hint of playfulness or smugness in his face and come up empty. In fact, he's staring, waiting for you to take a sip. When you do, he smiles, and goes about wiping the tops of your thighs. The cloth is even warm. You've never been given a warm cloth before, the closest being a handful of scrunched up tissues.

“Eddie, where have you been all my life?”

Laughing loudly, he sits next to you, stealing a sip of your water.

“I came as quickly as I could.”

It was a cheesy line, but you're beyond caring, a goofy grin smeared all over your face.

“Can I take you to the bedroom?”

You nod and before you can get up he's scooping you into his arms.

“Eddie, I can walk you know,” you say as you drape your arms around his neck.

“Oh I know, I just want to take care of you.”

Fuck. You could move in tomorrow.

The only things you notice about the bedroom are the soft blue of the duvet as he places you gently on top of it and the bedside lamps he flicks on that bathe the room in a warm glow. The rest doesn't matter, not right now. Your eyes are on him as he stands at the edge of the bed, looking at you as if you were a beautiful sculpture carved from the finest marble.

Getting up on your knees, you smile cheekily up at him as you hook your fingers into the worn denim and pop the top button.

“And what do you think you're doing?” He asks, hand moving up to cradle your face.

“I was going to return the favour.”

You unzip the fly and pull them down, eyes widening at the swollen bulge in his trunks. They're tight, leaving little room for the imagination, but anything you may have imagined couldn't possibly compare to the real thing.

“Not tonight sweetheart. Like I said, I want to take care of you.”

He turns to the nightstand and rummages around, pulling out a packet of condoms. It's new, you notice, as he unwraps the film and takes one out, placing it on the side whilst he rolls his underwear off.

As he's putting it on you gawp shamelessly, truly wondering if it's actually going to fit. No wonder he's so confident.

“Did you actually just turn down a blow job?”

He smiles, crawling between your legs and caging your head between his arms.

“What can I say, I'm a giver.”

He stops for a moment, knuckles stroking your cheek.

“You sure you wanna do this?”

Smiling gently, you reach down and grasp his solid member making him jolt, and rub the tip through your slick.

“Yes.”

You line him up and his smile turns into an open mouthed groan, eyebrows knitting together as he starts slipping inside of you.

“Eddie, holy- fuck.”

“You're OK sweetheart, doing such a good job for me.”

He pushes in further and you realise why all the foreplay was necessary. Clearly, he enjoyed it too, but you're not sure you could have taken him without it. When he's finally sitting flush inside you wince a little, hands tight on his shoulders.

“You feel incredible, so tight for me.”

Whimpering, you can feel your cheeks heat with the praise.

“God you really do like my words don't you?”

Grinning mischievously, he plants a soft kiss to your lips. It weirdly feels more intimate than him being inside you.

“Y-yeah, it's really sexy Eddie.”

His cock kicks up inside you, making you gasp a little.

“You're really sexy. The little sounds you make, your moans.”

As if demonstrating that, he pulls out a little and thrusts in gently, forcing a quivering sigh from you.

“See? Fucking perfect sweetheart.”

He begins rolling his hips into you, never pulling out too much, as if he couldn't stand to be any further apart.

One of his sinewy arms snakes its way underneath you, holding you close as he playfully nips your earlobe and breathing whispers into your ear.

“How many times?”

“Huh?” You respond, utterly lost in the feel of him dragging against your gripping walls.

“How many times do you want to come?”

You giggle, despite the situation, or maybe because of it.

“I don't usually, oh, get t-to choose, is there a- oh fuck- there a menu or something?”

He chuckles and slows down just slightly, pushing into you devastatingly deep.

“What's the most you've managed?”

He's so thick, and the feel of him is otherworldly; it had you wondering how it'd feel without the layer of latex between you.

“I can't- fuck- I can't think- like two?”

He stops, looking at you incredulously with a furrowed brow.

“Two? We can do better than that.”

He speeds up, leaning on one arm as his other hand finds its way down your torso and begins to rub your clit. That pulse inside you is sent into overdrive, mouth open and panting as you cling to his back, nails digging into his skin.

Your release swells inside, growing, and intensifying, until it suddenly pops, showering you in pleasure. Tears spring in the corners of your eyes as you moan out your release an inch from his face.

“Atta girl,” Eddie says as he nudges you with his nose, “do that again.”

Your clit feels a little sore, swollen and sensitive after so much pleasure. His touch is gentle, but it's still overwhelming.

“Eddie, I-I can't, please-”

“You want me to stop? I'll stop if you want that sweetheart.”

The sharp feeling begins to dull, making way for another wave of euphoria that washes over your whole body. Legs twitching uncontrollably, you whine long and low, a flood of noises bursting from you that no damn could ever stop.

“That a no, sweetheart?”

“Don't stop don't stop don’t stop - oh!”

You'd be embarrassed by the crazy noise you made as you come again, if you were even aware of it. A screeching loud moan, eyes scrunched as your body leaves the bed and your nails drag across his bare back.

“That's it, knew you could, so good for me. Fuck, nearly lost it.”

He does stop then, biting his lip to stop himself from unleashing his own orgasm as his breath comes in short huffs.

“Eddie, you don't have to- ohmygod!”

The last of your sentence evaporates on your tongue as he hooks his arms under your legs and pushes your thighs flush to your chest. It seems even Eddie has lost the power of speech, dirty moans pouring from his mouth that rival your own.

He's so deep, impossibly deep; as if he were in your guts at this point. You've never felt so full in all your life. Your third release is almost there, a tightening string wound around you, pulling and twisting and contorting your body into a writhing sweaty shambles.

You're clenching and convulsing around his pumping length as he twitches inside you, his groans and grunts spurring you on. It's faster now, his thrusts becoming more erratic. Sweat clings to the very air, the heat in the room creating this cloying humidity that dampens each breath out, making hair stick to skin and creating loud slapping sounds of your conjunction.

Eddie's face is red with effort, teeth gritted and lips tight.

“Are you gonna come again? I can feel you. Please, sweetheart, please- fuck- I need it, I need it, come with me!”

You let go. The tight string breaks and your orgasm spreads through your very soul; it's so profound and savage that tears spill out and down your cheeks with its intensity. Eddie joins you, coming as one with a drawn out groan that borders on feral.

For a moment, you both revel in it, just panting, feeling sticky skin against skin, heartbeats slowing, muscles unwinding and relaxing.

He finally unhooks his arms from your legs and you lay them shakily on the down as he clambers off, collapsing next to you on the bed.

“You OK sweetheart?”

“Hmm.”

It's all you can reply with, a little satisfied noise. Scooting closer to him, you place your hand hesitantly on his chest.

“Hang on a sec.”

He gets up and disposes of the condom, slowly padding out the room. Returning again with another glass of water for you, he hands it over with a raise of an eyebrow. This time you take it gratefully, chugging half of it before passing it back.

A moment of panic grips your chest, followed by shame. You barely know him, yet you'd gone to his place with hardly any hesitation.

As he lays back down next to you, scooping his arm around your back, you clear your throat.

“I just, er, wanted you to know I don't usually do this.”

“Hey, it's alright. Neither do I.”

Feeling slightly less trampy, you stroke his chest with delicate fingers, wishing for the moment to last but knowing it can't.

“I don't think my legs work anymore, I think you'll have to call me a taxi.”

Eddie sits up suddenly, looking at you with anguish written all over his face.

“You're not leaving, are you?”

“Well, I don't fancy doing the walk of shame tomorrow in that outfit.”

He pouts, looking much younger than he is.

“Oh. Well, you can always borrow something to wear?”

“That's even worse!” You laugh, hitting his chest softly.

“Fine, then I'll go out in the morning and buy you something to wear.”

Staring at him wide eyed, you realise he's not joking.

“Really?”

“Sweetheart, I'd buy you a whole new wardrobe if it meant you’d stay.”

Heart beating just that little bit faster in your chest, you fight the tears that want to build up.

“I just thought, you know, well, we don't know each other that well and that you might think this was just, a thing.”

“You mean a one night thing?”

You nod, not trusting your voice.

“C'mere.”

Melting into his open arms, he kisses the top of your head.

“I want you to stay. I'll take you home Monday and-”

“Eddie, tomorrow's Sunday.”

“I know.”

“Eddie, I have to work Monday. So do you!”

You laugh, trying to break free of his arms but he doesn't let up.

“Fine, I'll take you home tomorrow. Late. Then see you Monday night.”

Face hurting from smiling, you settle into the cuddle, the swell of feeling in your chest almost too much for you right now.

“Eddie I can't stay. I don't have a toothbrush.”

You say it jokingly, and he squeezes you.

“It's fine, I've got like 20 of them from work.”

“Thief.”

“I prefer to think of it as resourceful.”

Suddenly he pulls you on top of him making you squeal.

“So you gonna stay?”

“Yeah, fine I'll stay.” You try to say it in a mocking manner but your silly grin belies your rolling eyes.

“Good.”

Holding you close, Eddie breathes such a sigh of relief; a deep one, one that sounds like he's been holding in for some time. A sigh that makes you feel special.

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eoieopda · 5 months

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If you’re interested in writing it, I would love to read a part two of “the one with Chan and the promotion”! It’s so sweet and cute and I go back to it when I feel sad or sick and just want someone to take care of me lol.

aw, i’m so glad you liked it! here’s part two ✨

the one with chan and the promotion pt. ii

you needed a ride home after getting your wisdom teeth removed. chan just so happened to be free.

pairing: bang chan x gn!reader type: drabble (fluff, hurt/comfort), ongoing au: fuck buddies to ? rating: 18+ — minors do not have my consent to interact with me or my work. wc: 1.3k cw: reader’s pov this time!; no smut but it’s referenced due to the nature of their relationship; reader had outpatient dental surgery (not depicted); reference to blood/swelling, no gendered language used. a/n: this is a continuation of this drabble, which @moni-logues requested last year. in order for things to make sense, please read pt. i first! as of 8/5/24, part iii has been posted, per request. navigation. skz permanent taglist. multi permanent taglist. request rules.

Upon waking up, the first thing you do is take inventory.

The list of things you don’t have is the longer of the two: four of the teeth you initially left home with, a blanket on top of you, your bearings, or any substantial memory of the how and when you got back to your apartment.

What you do have is a pair of slippers on your feet where your shoes used to be and a hand in yours, warming your palm. Bleary-eyed, you stare down at the five fingers interlocked with yours while your brain scrambles to load. It doesn’t. You swear you hear the Windows XP error noise sounding off in the back of it when your eyes flick up and find Chan’s closed, fluttering ever so slightly as he sleeps.

You don’t mean to voice your surprise out loud, especially not above a whisper, but it slips past lips still buzzing as sensation returns. “Christ!”

Chan doesn’t startle, which doesn’t necessarily surprise you. His roommate, who you’ve heard tell of but never met, is apparently prone to sudden shouting, apropos of nothing. He does stir, though, just slightly.

“No,” he mumbles without opening his eyes. Though he doesn’t witness the quizzical look you give him, he must suspect your confusion, nonetheless. Stifling a satisfied, albeit sleepy chuckle, he jokes, “My English name is pronounced Chris.”

It’s then that his eyes crack open, taking you in immediately and softly, pupils dilating. He’s never looked at you like that before. You don’t know what to do with it.

Flustered, you divert your gaze to your hands the way you always do, only to find that one of his is still holding one of yours. You don’t know what to do with that, either. To cover the fact that you don’t know what to say, you clear your throat, hoping the words will materialize after a bit of stalling. They don’t.

Chan, noticing your preoccupation, interjects and sits upright next to you on top of your still-tucked-in comforter. “Oh.”

He retracts his hand. A sheepish smile spreads in tandem with a flush of red across his cheeks and neck, so heated with embarrassment you can almost feel it from several centimeters away.

“Had a hell of a time getting you through the door and getting your shoes untied,” he starts, laughing awkwardly.

Oh, indeed.

You’d asked Chan to drive you; called him specifically for that singular task because your other, closer friends — the ones who haven’t seen you naked — don’t. On top of their collective lack of licensure, you know them all too well to trust any one of them with wrangling a highly medicated person on public transit. You’d be a liability in and of yourself; your chaperone couldn’t be a disaster, too.

Going into this, you’d believed that Chan had his shit together well enough to get you from Point A to Point B in one piece. You were right. He did, and even though he could have, he didn’t stop there. Not only did Chan get you inside, but he also swapped your shoes for slippers to avoid dragging dirt into your apartment.

He rubs the back of his neck, continuing, “You — uh — well, you wouldn’t let go after I corralled you in here.” The hand fussing with the hair at his nape gestures vaguely around your bedroom, which he’s seeing in sunlight for the first time ever, not unlike the way he’s witnessing you.

Once again, you search for words and come up with none.

There was no expectation of gratitude motivating his powerfully quiet act of kindness. Clearly, he didn’t expect to still be here while you napped off the lingering fog from the anesthesia. But he is here.

“I must have quite the grip when I’m high,” you manage to offer.

A way to ask without truly asking: Why are you still here?

Chan snorts, then he shakes his head while he answers, “Nah, you moved like you were made of jelly. I just didn’t want you to cry again.”

Somewhere, a record scratches. Your eyes go wide, expression otherwise withheld to keep your shock and mortification to yourself.

Again?

Vulnerability isn’t a thing you do. It took all you had to ask for his help in the first place. You’d rather drop dead on the ground than cry in front of anyone, let alone the person you keep at arm’s length and still sleep with on a recurring basis. Absolutely not. There’s no fucking way.

“What?” You croak. Almost as embarrassing as the crying, your dried-out throat and the hoarseness of your voice leave your face burning. You clear your throat again. It doesn’t make a difference. “Why did I cry? Pain?”

Fuck, you hope so. You pray for some yet unknown, minor surgical complication that would justify this uncharacteristic crack in your armor. For some excuse you can lean on.

“Worms,” Chan chirps with a shrug, as if that explanation truly explains anything.

You balk. “I would never cry over seeing a worm. It didn’t even rain this week; there wouldn’t be any on the sidewalk.”

He clamps his lips together for a moment, like he’s steeling himself, trying not to laugh in your face. You appreciate the gesture, kind of. Rather, you would — if he had a better poker face. The one looking back at you instead looks fully endeared, which makes you more embarrassed than his laughter ever could.

“I ran into the pharmacy to grab your pain meds, and when I came back to the car, you were sobbing. I was freaking out, thinking you were hurt or something, but no.” His grin comes at full force. “You were scared that worms may not have best friends.”

Oh, my god.

“Oh, my god,” you groan, this time out-loud. Instinctively, you drop your burning cheeks into your hands, hissing in pain the second they settle. You jerk backwards, yelping, “Oh, my god.”

Proving his attentiveness in real time, Chan shifts closer quickly, like a starting gun has been fired. His hands encircle your wrist gently, prompting you to look at him. Once he has your attention, his eyes scan your face in search of visible injury. A triage of sorts. Worry evident, he checks in: “You good?”

Yes, and no.

Yes, your gums are especially sore now that you’ve put excess pressure on them; but no, there isn’t a mouthful of blood hiding behind your tightly pursed lips.

Yes, you feel safe and cared for with him here; but no, you’re not fucking used to it, and it’s making your blurry brain spin.

How are you supposed to answer that question? You don’t even know which one he’s really asking. Before you say a word, you take inventory again.

What you have is Chan in your bedroom while the sun is still up, fully clothed and above the sheets. He’s here because when he tried to leave, he gave into your small act of subconscious resistance, too afraid of upsetting you. He stayed. He’d witnessed you cry about worms, and he stayed — perfectly still at your side long enough to fall asleep.

What you have is medication to deal with the pain you just exacerbated because Chan went out of his way to pick it up from the pharmacy.

What you have is heart palpitations, a different type of nerves blooming when you realize that dispelling his worry now will result in him taking his reactive touch away.

What you don’t have is the strength of will to lie to someone who looks at you the way Chan currently is, like he may not be able to breathe correctly unless and until he knows you’re okay.

“Yeah,” you eventually sigh. “I am. I’m good.”

In fact, you’re even better when he and his hands choose — once again — to stay.

pt. iii

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sevenseasofbangtan · 2 years

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STRAY KIDS REACTION — YOUR FIRST KISS

Summary: Stray Kids (unexpectedly) share their first kiss with reader

Warnings: Mentions of food, unhealthy habits, insecurities, sadness, fighting and minor surgical procedure

Genre(s): Mostly fluff, slight angst

Note: I have finally returned with some more writing content and hope to be able to write more soon. I apologize for the uneven length of each scenario, I tried to write equally for each member, but some scenarios were a bit longer than expected. I tried to keep the scenarios gender neutral but in some of them I did use the pronouns she/her. I hope you all enjoy reading this and I just want to remind you that requests are open. Don’t forget to read the rules before requesting!

BANG CHAN

It was getting late at night, and your boyfriend was nowhere to be found. You wanted to believe he was on his way home, but deep down you knew he was most likely still at the studio, overworking himself until he couldn’t stay awake anymore and inevitably fell asleep, having finally won his daily battle against insomnia.

You looked at your phone, which clearly displayed the current time: 2:04. With a sigh, you got out of bed, put on one of your boyfriend’s warm hoodies, grabbed your keys and headed towards his workplace. The drive was lonely and quiet, but you soon enough reached the familiar building, already knowing the way to his studio by heart.

You reached your destination and quietly opened the door, as to not startle him or wake him up. Your heart sank at the view in front of you. There were sheets of paper scattered everywhere across his desk and on the floor, empty cups of coffee a bit all over the place, and some half eaten takeout that was most likely cold by now, which hinted at your boyfriend’s unhealthy habits.

Amidst the messy studio was the desk where he placed his computer and the chair in which he sat to work, which was visibly still occupied. You briefly smiled as you heard soft snores coming from your boyfriend, his head resting against the headrest of the chair.

You walked the few final steps that led you to Chan, still careful not to wake him up just yet. You wanted to wake him up softly, since he probably thought he was alone in the room, and would most likely be scared if you woke him up abruptly. You leaned in, planning on kissing his cheek, but as you got closer, your hair tickled his cheek. Chan was definitely a light sleeper, and immediately woke up at the feeling of your hair and warm breath on his skin, turning around to figure out who could possibly be in the studio in the middle of the night. His head turning caused your lips to land right on his.

You pulled away in a panic, blurting out a bunch of inaudible excuses to your boyfriend, who broke out into a loving smile, chuckling and assuring you he was fine. Your heart was speeding up and your mind was racing despite Chan’s reassurance. He knew what you were thinking without you having to say anything, and before you could beat yourself up any further, he placed his hand behind your head and pulled you towards him, pressing a tender kiss to your lips.

“This is the best way of waking up!”

LEE MINHO (LEE KNOW)

You had undergone an outpatient dental surgery and your boyfriend, Minho, was the one who brought you in and the one who would bring you back home and take care of you after the procedure.

After having been left on his own for around ninety minutes in the dental clinic’s waiting room, a dental hygienist finally came to get him. Before opening the door to the room you were in, she warned him, “(Y/N) has been injected with midazolam, a powerful benzodiazepine that prevents anxiety and pain during surgery. A common side effect of the medication is losing touch with reality, as well as confusion. Don’t worry though, the effects will only last for a maximum of two hours, and (Y/N) should be back to normal in no time.” She also handed him several sheets of paper containing the strict protocol you had to follow for the next few days, as well as a prescription for pain relief and a mouthwash, before guiding him into the room.

As soon as you saw your boyfriend, your eyes lit up and you loudly said, “Minhooooo! I’ve missed youuuu! Look what they did to my mouth!” You opened your mouth, but the dental hygienist urged you to close it, much to Minho’s relief. Gently greeting you, he took ahold of your hand and slowly guided you to the car so you could head back home to rest.

Although the clinic was only fifteen minutes from your shared apartment, the ride had left Minho completely exhausted. You kept moving, yelling and had tried to take out the gauzes in your mouth about five times. He had to constantly keep a strong grip on your wrist, scared that if he were to let you go, you would run off god knows where to pull god knows what kind of dumb stunt.

Once he had gotten you safely inside the apartment, Minho had the difficult task of getting you to lay down on the couch so he could go and get you an ice pack to help reduce the swelling in your face. When he came back in the living area, he was relieved to see you still sitting on the couch. However, his relief was soon replaced with panic as he saw you yet again pulling at the gauzes inside your mouth in an attempt to remove them.

“(Y/N)! No! Stop touching that!” he ordered, nearly running towards you. You froze in the position you were in, your mouth wide open and the gauzes hanging halfway out of your mouth. If he hadn’t been so worried, Minho would have definitely laughed at the sight. He gestured for you to push the gauzes back into your mouth, which you did.

As he was grabbing a cozy blanket to wrap you in, you called Minho and spoke, “It hurts.” Minho cooed as you whined about your teeth, “It’s okay baby, just put the ice pack on your cheek like I showed you.” Shaking your head, you replied, “No! It’s cold. Can you kiss it better instead?”

So that’s what you wanted all along: a kiss. Minho rolled his eyes in fake annoyance, joining you on the couch. Tightly wrapping you in the blanket to keep you warm and prevent you from escaping from his hold, he then leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to your lips, careful not to cause any harm to your sensitive mouth. You immediately surrendered to his attempts at getting you to rest and snuggled into his side, content with having finally gotten what you wanted.

It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep as a result of the strain the surgery and the medication had put on your body. You probably wouldn’t remember the kiss when you’d wake up, but Minho definitely would, and he’d remind you about it anytime he could.

SEO CHANGBIN

It had all started with your first fight. You had both said hurtful things that you didn’t mean, which had resulted in you walking out to clear your head and get away from your boyfriend.

You were holding back tears as you walked across couples sharing umbrellas and casually holding hands along the sidewalk, wondering if you were ever going to experience it again with your boyfriend after what had been said. Deep down, you knew you were overthinking, and that you were most likely to apologize and move on soon enough, but as of now, your judgement was clouded with sadness and doubt.

Did he really mean the things he said about you?

Did he believe the things you said out of spite?

Would you ever forgive each other for going too far?

In the meantime, Changbin was left alone at your shared apartment, having plenty of time to reflect on the conflict. He felt the guilt eating away at his insides for the words that left his mouth only minutes ago. He knew you’d likely remember all of them for years to come, even if you told him you didn’t. He wanted to take it all back, but knew life didn’t work that way, and so he’d have to make it up to you somehow if he didn’t want to lose you. He had to make it clear to you that he didn’t mean anything he had said when angry. Most of the things he said were a reflection of his own insecurities in your relationship.

Having had more than enough time to go through the previous events multiple times, Changbin finally noticed how much time had gone by since you’d last been in the apartment. He couldn’t help feeling worried that you’d decided to leave him for good, or worse, that something bad had happened to you before he even got to say how sorry he was, while he wasn’t there to protect you from all the evil the world has to offer.

As you finally walked back into your apartment with clearer thoughts, you were greeted with a concerned Changbin walking in circles. As soon as he noticed you, he ran up to you without hesitation. There was so much he wanted to say to you at once, yet the only thing he managed to do was to grab your face with both hands and smash his lips against yours in an emotional kiss.

Pulling away, he let go of your face, taking ahold of your hands instead, before speaking, “I’m so sorry. For everything.”

HWANG HYUNJIN

To say you were nervous was an understatement. It wasn’t your first date, but you had yet to have your first kiss, saving it for someone special, whom you trusted. So far, you had managed to avoid any situation that could’ve led to a kiss, but it always made going on a date much more stressful.

You had asked your best friend, Hyunjin, to come over to help you get ready for your date. This time, you truly felt you had found the right guy. You had already been on a few dates with him. It had clicked from the very beginning, and only progressed in a positive way with each successive date. Yet, you couldn’t help the nervous feeling that followed you around throughout the day at the thought of having your first kiss.

Seeing as you were once again staring into space, lost in your thoughts, Hyunjin sighed, calling your name: “(Y/N)? Are you alright?” A bit startled by his sudden intervention, you nodded, shooting him a quick smile before turning back towards the mirror to continue inspecting the outfit Hyunjin had carefully helped you choose.

“You’re a terrible liar, you know…” Hyunjin stated. Slightly offended, you retorted, “I’m not. I promise I’m fine.” “Then why are you constantly biting the inside of your cheek and staring off in the distance?” he inquired, a skeptical look etched on his handsome face. “It’s nothing. Anyways, you’re gonna laugh if I tell you,” you commented, slightly annoyed by your best friend’s nagging. “Who said I was going to laugh? If it’s bothering you, it isn’t anything worth laughing about,” Hyunjin argued.

“Fine. I’ve never kissed anyone and tonight might be the night where it happens and I’m completely unprepared. I don’t want him to think I’m a bad kisser,” you confessed, looking down to avoid your friend’s gaze. “I could teach you,” Hyunjin suggested, more as a joke to lighten your mood. The last thing he expected was for you to nod your head, saying, “Y—You would?” You had caught him off guard, but he soon regained some composure and replied, “Sure. I mean… Yeah?”

“You don’t have to do this, Jinnie,” you pointed out. Hyunjin smiled at the sound of the nickname you had given him and answered, “Don’t worry, I don’t mind.” He quickly added, “Anything to get my best friend out of trouble,” which made you smile in return.

He carefully approached you, which unconsciously made your heart race. Standing right in front of you and blocking off your view of the mirror, he said, “I’m gonna pretend to be him. Just let me initiate the whole thing, okay?” You quietly nodded, staring at his lips as he spoke. While he seemed completely confident, Hyunjin was actually terrified. He had been wanting to do that for so long, yet it felt entirely wrong.

He hesitantly cupped your cheek with one of his hands, delicately placing the other on your waist, and slowly leaned in. You instinctively closed your eyes, anticipating the feeling of his lips on yours. Once you felt it, you completely froze, unable to move a single muscle. Pulling away, Hyunjin sighed yet again, claiming, “I can’t do ALL the job. You shouldn’t stay still the whole time. You need to move your lips, you know?”

You felt your cheeks heat up, ashamed of your reaction. “Sorry,” you muttered, almost inaudibly. “Don’t be. It’s okay, we can try again,” Hyunjin reassured you. Before doing anything else, he advised, “Just follow my lips’ movements. You’ll be alright.”

With that, he once again leaned in and placed his lips on yours. This time, however, you reacted and followed his lead. His lips were soft and warm, and he had a nice floral smell that made you forget how nervous you were. Although the kiss seemed to drag on for minutes, it only lasted a few seconds, and you were surprised when Hyunjin pulled away, almost disappointed that it was already over.

Suddenly, you were hit with the realization that you had just had your first kiss. All this time you had been stressing about having the perfect first kiss with your date, just to end up sharing it with your best friend. You weren’t disappointed, though. In fact, it felt incredibly right.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Hyunjin speaking, “Not bad for someone who’s never kissed anyone before.” Chuckling, you thanked your friend for his help, before claiming you had to go back to getting ready or you’d be late to your date.

Although that date went perfectly well and you did kiss the boy at the end of the night, you ended things with him a few weeks later. You knew he wasn’t the one for you. And although it took a while for you to admit it to yourself, the one boy you actually wanted was the one you shared your first kiss with.

HAN JISUNG

You usually weren’t a crier. Especially not in front of other people. Yet, here you were, standing in the middle of your living room, with tears streaming down your face.

It had been an awful day from the very beginning, and you had managed to keep your composure throughout everything, fighting the urge to curl into a ball under a blanket and cry. That was until you accidentally knocked over a glass filled with water on the floor, watching all of its content spill around. The incident seemed to flick a switch in your mind, causing you to burst into tears while staring at the empty glass on the floor.

Unsuspecting, your boyfriend, Jisung, had decided to come to your apartment uninvited, knowing your schedule by heart. The last thing he expected when he opened the door with the keys you had provided him with was to see you all red faced, your skin glistening with the tears that continuously glided down your cheeks.

Immediately dropping the multiple bags he had brought along with him, Jisung ran to your side, asking you what was wrong. You were overwhelmed by everything going on and couldn’t get a word out of your mouth. You felt ridiculous thinking about having to explain to your boyfriend how a simple water spill caused such a crisis, so you kept quiet.

Jisung quickly understood that you weren’t quite ready to speak just yet and simply guided you towards the nearest couch, helping you sit down. His eyes scanned his surroundings looking for a box of tissues, which he offered to you as soon as he got a hold of it. While you dried your eyes, your boyfriend looked for something to keep the both of you warm as you sat together on the couch, settling on a cozy blanket that was lying at the bottom of another couch.

He sat back down next to you, securely draping the blanket over your shoulders and his, as to enhance his warm embrace. “Take all the time you need, baby. I’m right here,” he uttered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You were moved by his tenderness, which brought a fresh wave of tears dripping down your cheeks.

It had been nearly ten minutes and your cries didn’t seem to be dying down anytime soon. Jisung, although patient, was growing worried that you wouldn’t ever stop crying. He had to think of a way to stop your cries. It had to be something that would shock you enough to make you forget about whatever made you sad in the first place. Then it hit him.

He gently lifted your chin up with his finger to get you to look at him, and before you had the chance to react or question him, he firmly pressed his lips against yours for a few seconds. Soon enough, your breathing evened and your cries quieted down. You were left dumbfounded, staring with wide eyes at your boyfriend, who couldn’t help giggling as he recalled what had just happened. “I’m sorry, I just panicked. You wouldn’t stop crying and I didn’t know what else to do to get you to stop and calm down,” he claimed.

You faintly smiled at him, before asking, “Can you do it again? It does work to calm me down.” Mirroring your smile, he enthusiastically nodded, eagerly leaning down to close the distance between your lips, this time savouring the intimacy of the act.

Pulling away, he spoke, “Now, will you tell me what made you break down like that?”

“Before I do, I need you to know that it was not ONLY caused by a spilled glass of water, I swear!”

FELIX LEE

You and your boyfriend were both enjoying one of his rare days off by trying out some baking recipes Felix had recently come across while scrolling through social medias. It was one of your go-to couple activities, as it allowed you to spend some alone time together, have some great conversations and end up with (mostly) delicious food as a result.

It was the end of the summer, when the sweetest berries would grow in the fields, so you opted for a raspberry flavoured cake. Needless to say, the cake was an absolute success, which you ended up sharing with your boyfriend’s group mates.

You were left with an excess amount of raspberries and couldn’t let them go to waste. You came up with the idea of using the leftover berries to make a sweet coulis you could pour on some refreshing ice cream, to which Felix immediately agreed.

You had poured the necessary ingredients into the blender and were ready to begin mixing. You pressed on the start button and gasped as the lid, which seemingly wasn’t properly secured, jumped up, and the half blended raspberries began flying out of the machine, landing everywhere in the kitchen, including on both your faces. You scrambled with your eyes closed to find the stop button and finally managed to turn the blender off after a few seconds.

As you wiped your eyes as best as you could, you took in the mess that stood in front of you. You were soon cut off with your boyfriend’s hysterical laughter that had him bending on himself and trying to catch his breath. “You should’ve seen the face you made when the mix flew out of the blender!” he exclaimed in between fits of giggles. You couldn’t help the laughter that escaped your lips as you noticed his own messy face.

Felix stepped closer towards you, using his hand to delicately wipe some of the fruit off your face. He suddenly noticed the redness on your lips and shyly spoke, “You have some on your lips.” Before you could answer anything, he closed the gap between both of your faces and gently pressed his lips against yours, taking in the taste of the sugary berries that covered your skin.

He pulled away after a few seconds, feeling his cheeks burning up. He couldn’t look you in the eyes, afraid that he messed up, or that you didn’t enjoy the kiss as much as he did. “You look like a raspberry now,” was the only thing you could think of saying as you looked at his reddened skin, resulting in the both of you breaking down into yet another fit of laughter.

“You still look good, even as a raspberry,” you quickly added, causing your boyfriend’s blush to deepen. “You look adorable too, even covered in sticky fruit sauce,” he replied, still euphoric from the kiss you just shared. He couldn’t help admiring you: the glow on your face from the raspberries, the innocent smile on your lips, and the stars in your eyes added up to everything he already loved about you.

Felix then turned around to grab a wet rag, throwing it your way as he claimed, “Come on, now we need to clean the whole kitchen up before anyone comes back, or else they’re gonna kill us!” You nodded and began wiping the walls, before he added, “Although I’d definitely prefer continuing to kiss you instead.” And it was now your turn to blush.

As you turned back towards the wall, Felix rapidly took out his phone, snapping a picture of you amongst the messy kitchen, not only to show his friends and to laugh about it later, but also to remind him of the precious memory of the first kiss you two shared.

KIM SEUNGMIN

You had been helping the boys set up their dorms for Christmas for a few hours. You were currently working on the tree, hanging up countless mismatched decorations that the boys insisted you used for their sentimental value. You had also planned to bake gingerbread cookies with Felix that everyone could decorate later, when putting up decorations would be too much of a physical effort.

You were attempting to have a conversation with Seungmin and Felix while music loudly played throughout the room. As Felix was excitedly reminiscing about something that happened on Christmas Day back in Australia, you realized you had lost sight of the tree topper.

As you voiced your concern, Seungmin replied that he had left it in the storage room, in an attempt to avoid his clumsy friends from dropping and breaking it. He suggested you followed him there, as he had to go and grab an extra box of ribbons in that same room. You nodded and followed his lead, quickly finding what you were looking for and heading back towards the living area, where the tree stood.

You had barely taken a few steps out of the storage room when you heard muffled snorts and giggles. Narrowing your eyes and turning around, you noticed Minho, Felix and Jeongin’s eyes on both you and Seungmin. Rolling his eyes, Seungmin spoke, “What’s going on with you weirdos? Don’t you have anything better to do then to follow us around the dorm?”

Wordlessly, Jeongin pointed over your heads before he burst into yet another fit of laughter. You both looked up, and let out a groan as you spotted the mistletoe hanging above your heads. “Come on you guys, it’s the rule!” Minho claimed.

You suddenly felt a lump in your throat at the thought of kissing Seungmin. It wasn’t that you didn’t want it. In fact, you had been looking forward to this moment for so long. The thing was that you envisioned this special moment going much differently. You had never kissed anyone before, and definitely did not plan on first doing it in front of your boyfriend’s best friends.

Sensing your uneasiness, Seungmin delicately held your hand before giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. Shaking his head in dissatisfaction, Minho complained, “Aw, come on! You can do better than that, Seungmin!”

“It’s not as though we’re asking you to do something you’ve never done before,” Felix teasingly added.

“It is, though,” Seungmin answered honestly, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. The boys were left speechless, but Minho was quick to cheer, “That’s even better! We get to see your first kiss!” The other boys joined in on his excitement and insisted that you followed through with the tradition.

Sighing as he knew they wouldn’t let it go until they got what they wanted, Seungmin turned to look at you, as though he was silently asking for your consent. You eventually shrugged, allowing Seungmin to lean closer until your lips met. You were first frozen in place, but slowly relaxed into the kiss, focusing on Seungmin’s reassuring presence.

You were brought back to reality by your spectators clapping and cheering, as you looked down, feeling your cheeks heat up. You stared at Seungmin’s hand, that was still holding yours, smiling to yourself, while your boyfriend was trying to calm his friends down and get them to leave you alone.

YANG JEONGIN (I.N)

You had started dating Jeongin a few months back and you had yet to share your first kiss, the two of you not being too strong on physical displays of affection. Sure, you did enjoy the occasional snuggles before going to sleep and the subtle hand holding as you went about with your day, but kissing was a big step you weren’t ready for just yet. Until today.

The boys were nearing a comeback and they had all been practicing really hard in the past few days. Anyone could see it was starting to affect them both physically and emotionally. It wasn’t too uncommon to see the other members’ partners walking around the dorm, so no one seemed shocked as you knocked at their door that night.

Minho quickly let you in after greeting you with his heartwarming smile, letting you know that Jeongin was in his bedroom. You practically ran to join your boyfriend, excited to hear all about his latest comeback stories. His face immediately lit up as you opened the door to his bedroom. He was sat in his bed, dressed in flannel pyjama pants and a plain oversized tee-shirt, scrolling through his phone. His hair was still drying from the shower he had taken after coming back from practice and the whole room gave off the fresh smell of his shampoo.

You joined Jeongin on the bed, asking him about his day. With a sigh, he begins rambling about how hard they’d been working for the past week. Jeongin rarely complains about anything, always grateful for what he has and careful not to burden others with his problems. You could sense he had reached a tipping point that night, as he laid his head on your lap and let you gently thread your fingers through his soft hair, while he tells you about everything that’s been going on recently as and you simply listen and occasionally nod.

Later that night, you had decided to unwind by watching a comedy movie on his laptop, which he had positioned at the end of the bed. You were comfortably wrapped up in a fleecy blanket, your head resting on his shoulder. You began laughing when you felt his hair tickle your cheek, causing him to turn his head to face you, your lips suddenly being inches away.

He didn’t know what went through his mind, but Jeongin instantly leaned in and closed the distance between the both of you. Your heart started racing, but although you were incredibly nervous, the kiss felt wonderful. Until you heard a knock on the door and had to quickly pull away.

Seconds later, the door opened to reveal Jisung, who had stopped by his friends’ dorm after practice. He couldn’t help but notice the odd position the two of you were in, paired with Jeongin’s awfully red cheeks. Not to mention the ‘I-just-got-caught’ look on his face.

Smirking, Jisung spoke, “Hey guys! What are you up to?” “Nothing! J—just watching movies, that’s all,” Jeongin replied suspiciously quickly. “Oooh! What movie were you watching?” Jisung further asked.

“Spirited Away”

“Insidious”

You both answered at the same time, shooting each other a quick but noticeable look of horror.

“Sooo… Which one was it?” Jisung pressed. This time, the both of you remained quiet, mouth slightly agape. Chuckling, Jeongin’s friend continued, “I see… Must’ve been really interesting if you can’t even remember which movie it was. By the way, nice lip gloss (Y/N)! It really suits yours and Jeongin’s lips!”

Shocked at Jisung’s bold comment, Jeongin argued, “Stop getting ideas! It’s not what you think!” “Sure, I believe you,” Jisung retorted sarcastically.

“This is such quality blackmail content!” he exclaimed as he left the room, closing the door behind him before you or your boyfriend could add anything.

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