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I feel so guilty for immersing myself in calming things NDOEPWMSSM
#dora daily#ughhh I barely ate a thing today#my half eaten breakfast and my uneaten lunch#I just donât know anymore#this exam season is so tame compared to how I usually am because I just completely wore myself thing#thin*#but itâs still so horrible I canât sleep at all I just sleep five hours or maybe four idk and I keep waking up in the middle of the night#AAAAH#and I donât eat and I literally look like a corpse#my mum says I look like a corpse a lot but I donât think so but now even I think so#my room is usually dark so I look fine but when I open the lights i get jump scared#Iâm in a horrifying state LOL
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Mirror, Mirror
Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader
Summary: When Benedict's wife tries on his clothes, things happen...
Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, cross-dressing, clothing kink, light biting, breast play, a smidge of intercrural sex, very mild exhibitionism, mirror sex, vaginal sex.
Word Count: 2.2k
Authors Note: Request fill for @d-caryophyllus (HERE) about Benedict being aroused by his wife dressing up in his clothing. I hope this fits what you were hoping for, my dear. Thanks as ever to @colettebronte for the beta read. Yes, the title is a nod to Season 3, lol. Err, enjoy! <3
Itâs early in the morning on a mundane Thursday when a somewhat daring idea forms in your mind.Â
Fresh out of your morning bath, you dismiss your maid quietly when usually she would assist you with dressing for the day. As the double doors click closed discreetly behind her, you glance through the open archway into your bedroom; heavy curtains still drawn there, obscuring the sunlight. In the darkness, you can just decipher the outline of your husband sleeping soundly after a late night of carousing with his brothers.
With a little secret smile, you decide that, yes, now is the perfect time. He is asleep, and you have a few hours to spare until your first social engagement - a ladies' luncheon - so why not use the time to satisfy your curiosity?
You stride to your husband's side of the dressing room, opening his wardrobe doors and running your fingers over the items withinâa symphony of wools, silks and cotton, all luxurious to the touch. While he is arguably one of the more flamboyantly dressed men of the Ton, with eye-catching jewel-toned waistcoats and colourful cravats, the basics of his outfit are mostly the same every time: dark trousers and a white shirt. A large part of you is envious of that easier choice. Sometimes, it feels like a veritable minefield being a woman during the social season, the looming threat of an unintended fashion faux pas simply by wearing the wrong colour to the wrong event.
Upon a chair, you spy the outfit he discarded when he came home in the early hours, not yet tidied away by your staff. You decide this shall be your choice, a frisson that they are already worn.
Dropping your bathrobe from your shoulders, you grab the pair of his trousers and pull them on. The finely woven wool feels plush on your skin, and there is an undeniable novelty in having fabric between your thighs. They are, however, almost comically long for you, and you have to bend to roll them up a few times around your ankles. Bemused, you briefly catch sight of your reflection in the full-length dressing room mirror, topless in oversized trousers.Â
You snatch his white shirt and pull it on, pausing to tug the ruffled lapels up to your face and inhale deeply, enjoying the flood of scent there. His woodsy citrus cologne, yes, but also that undercurrent that is all him. That tang you cannot help but bury your face into, be it upon his pillow when he is away or his body while you cling to him, moving together in ecstasy.Â
You fasten a few buttons, then tuck the shirt into the trousers and loop the braces hanging loose around your hips up onto your shoulders, once again inspecting your reflection in the mirror with a wry smile, twisting this way and that, admiring how different you look dressed in his clothing.
âWife, what are you doing?âÂ
You almost jump out of your skin as that velvet tone, slightly roughened by sleep, calls out from across the room. You twist to see Benedict leaning casually upon the archway into the dressing room, shooting you a look that is pure menacing intrigue while looking like sin himselfâall riotous bedhead, and, as your eyes slip further down, gloriously naked. It makes you swallow hard.
âI⊠I was trying on your clothes,â you stumble sheepishly, a blush creeping over your cheeks being caught doing something perhaps rather bizarre.Â
âAny reason?â he queries, bemused, that crooked smile claiming his features.
âThey just seem so much more practical and comfortableâespecially trousers. I would like to wear such thingsâŠâ you confess, turning back to the mirror to appraise your appearance again, watching him prowl towards you in the reflection. âAre⊠are you vexed with me, husband? For taking such liberties?â Your words petering out, mildly abashed.
A large, warm hand wraps around your shoulder, yanking you back almost roughly, making you gasp as your shoulder blades collide with his chest.
âThe precise opposite,â he rumbles, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror, a sudden burning intensity that makes your lungs feel tight.Â
Long fingers spider down his brocade brace, draped down your chest, lingering where the strap rests over your nipple, swiping his thumb in a deliberate tease, his face triumphant as you swoon back into him from just this simple touch.Â
âMy clothes look much better upon you than me,â he opines duskily, his lips tracing your temple as his fingertips push the brace aside to capture your nipple through the thin cotton shirt, making you inhale sharply. âPerhaps we should attend a party with you dressed like this?â
âThat would be a scandal!âÂ
There is a vault in your stomach at the idea of attending a social event dressed in his clothes, even as you melt under his questing touch.
âNot in the more⊠bohemian⊠circles that I know ofâŠâ he contends; his breath is a warm gust in your ear as his other hand does the same, fondling both nipples now.
He waits until you meet his gaze in the mirror again, then lowers his lips to your neck and bites gently. His incisors a faint scrape, immediately soothed by a wide, wet lathe of his tongue. A little crest of victory as something sizeable stirs against the cleft of your bottom.Â
âIf I were dressed as you, then what would you wear, husband?âÂ
âWhatever you would like, my darling,â he offers between soft, damp kisses, a tingle running up your neck from his lips to the top of your scalp. âI could wear your clothing should you wish it. Or perhaps just your corset and underwear?â He nuzzles into you, taking a deep breath. âOur little secretâŠâ
Something about his tone, the images he concocts, makes your blood run warm, your hand reaching up and diving into his luscious hair, tugging gently upon his roots so again he feels compelled to use his teeth, a groan bubbling up from within as he does. With a flick of his wrists, the braces fall from your shoulders, and he cups your breasts through his thin cotton shirt. It makes you sigh his name, asking for more, arousal coursing thickly through your veinsâa yen to be taken right away.Â
âThe thought arouses you, does it not?â he correctly surmises, trailing his touch down over the shirt, brushing your ribs and belly to the fastening on the trousers, making short work of the buttons.
You nod demurely, biting your lip as you watch his dextrous hands in the mirror, his arms encircling you; it is almost as if he is removing them from himself. The air feels heady as he pushes the loosened fabric from around your frame, and it hits the rug with an audible thump.
Standing before him in just his ruffled white shirt with only a few buttons fastened, you feel his weighted stare in the mirror, lingering on the patch of hair at the apex of your thighs peeking out between the shirt sides.
âI shall prefer you keep this onâŠâ he asserts, popping open a button over your chest so the fabric opens enough for him to slide a hand inside, tweaking your nipple and pulling you back into his frame, rutting his now solid cock against your bottom.
You turn your head to press your lips to his, imploring for more of his touch in a fervent whisper before seeking a kiss. His mouth is hot on yours, rolling his tongue with yours, endless caresses of your breasts as you burn so hot you rub your thighs together in delicious anticipation of more, already more than ready for him, your clit pulsing with each tease of his tongue.
âHere?â
You know what he is askingâif you wish to have sex right where you stand, in front of your dressing mirror, his shirt loose around your body, him naked behind you.
âYes. Yes pleaseâŠâ you murmur into his mouth, rolling your body against him, telegraphing unmistakable need.
âThe window is open,â he points out with a smirk, nodding towards a high window that allows in light to the dressing room but affords you not to be seen; it is open this morning to let in the summer breeze. âWhat if we are heard?â
âI care not,â you confess, exhaling jaggedly, knowing he likes you in this state, desperate and debauched, uncaring if you may be overheard in your pursuit of pleasure.Â
Rubbing yourself upon him akin to a feline in heat, moving so his cock passes teasingly between your thighs now as you writhe. He groans and tells you not to stop, hissing his approval. So you squeeze your legs together tightly, allowing him to rut between them, the pass of his cock glancing maddeningly over your engorged clit.
His touch becomes heavier, hands mapping your body as his hips surge, and you see the red, weeping tip of his cock emerging and disappearing in the mirror, an intoxicating sight. You moan lightly with every pass, a tantalising swipe, not enough to bring you real pleasure, just notching your want higher.
He finally takes pity upon you, angling his hips differently and driving into you; you, moaning at the invasion so deep and encompassing, rocked up onto your tiptoes. Every time he has entered your body, it's always the same: a force that steals your breath and makes your eyes roll. His hands are a firm grip around your waist as he withdraws slowly back, then surges in again, capturing your earlobe in his teeth as he does.
As your eyes meet in the mirror, you idly wonder how many other wives are watching themselves being fucked by a handsome husband like this; a bright weekday morning, birdsong wafting in on the scented breeze, body wrapped only in his shirt. You suspect none are quite so lucky.
You moan his name and arch back against him, wrapping your hands around his neck and watching yourself being taken, relying on him to keep your stance steady as he starts to fuck into you in earnest, large hands sliding up to cup your breasts, engulfing them in his warm palms.
Unable to stop the noises you make, each pass hitting all the spots inside that make your toes curl into the thick pile of the rug beneath your feet, your pussy clenching around his invasion, making him growl and move faster, taking you harsher, an onslaught that is as pleasurable as it is powerful.
His mouth is a breathy litany of praise into your cheekbone, your eyes fluttering closed to focus on the carnal moment - the sweat, the skin, the ragged breaths, the meeting of your bodies so primal and glorious, but he has other ideas.
âLook at yourself,â he purrs dulcetly, your eyes reopening to do as he asks, to watch this unrestrained moment of passion, to see the little marks blooming on your body from where his fingers dig into your flesh as he pounds into you now, a flourish of colour on your neck from his thorough attention.
You plead for more throatily, pushing back as best you can against his thrusts, wanting him to make you scream, uncaring of any audience inside or outside your townhouse, only craving the sweet, blissful release he always provides.
Abruptly, he wrenches open the shirt you wear, one button pinging forward and tinking against the mirror before skittering across the floor, your naked body framed by his crisp white shirt, the ruffled lapels tickling the sides of your breasts, catching sight of his handsome face in the mirror contorted in a passionate tempest.
Then one hand slides down your front, you feeling it rippling in your belly and seeing it in your reflection before you until those fingers slide between your legs and hook over your clit with a force that steals the air from your lungs, a sharp stab of pleasure that makes your knees buckle, him pausing in his motions briefly to brace your weight, keep you upright.
Then it is a blur as he restarts his motion, his fingers dance on your swollen pearl, slipping silkily over his touch as he grunts encouragements. It feels like you are circling for so long, so close to something mind-blowing, but then he flicks harshly with his fingernail and bites your neck, and you are hurtling. Everything is loud and quiet at once, no doubt your voice calling his name as you tumble over the edge, clenching hard around him as your whole body shatters and rebuilds in a blissful puzzle. Dimly, as you float, you feel his entire body tense, and with a roar, he follows you over, a warmth blooming inside you as he reaches completion.Â
There are a few moments of panted breaths as you both recover from the intensity before he spins you around and sweeps you into his arms, carrying you back to bed. There, he lays you down gently and proceeds to turn you into a molten, quivering pile, mapping your body with his lips and fingers until you are begging for him again, which he more than obliges. So much so you are almost late for your social engagement.
If there are a few derogatory looks as you swan into the ladies' luncheon with a blissful smile and a burgeoning mark on your neck from your husband's amorous intentions, well, so be it. You wouldn't change it for the world.
And it is also most definitely not the last time you dress up in his clothesâŠ
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kinktober week 1 â shower / bath adrien ( deliquent oc ) x bttm m reader
That Saturday afternoon glow of light orange and yellows filtered through your curtains and into your room. It was a sign to turn on your light since it was getting dark. As usual, you were hunched over your desk finishing off any work you had from your classes, pen in hand and music blasting through your headphones.
Your music cuts off and out of confusion you pick it up from its position faced down on the table; its Adrien, of course. He's sent you a rather cryptic message of just emojis, no text, just "đ§ââïžđđĄđđđŠđđđ. You don't have half the mind to decipher it but you do understand that he's most likely heading to your house. Per usual.
You don't bother sending him a reply, you seeing it is enough for Adrien to take that as a yes.
Your parents aren't home tonight, but that's never stopped Adrien from sneaking into your room through your window, even if the front door is free. You hear rattling and that's when you know Adrien has so kindly graced you with his presence. To make things easier for him, you decide to slide the window open and peer down at him.
Just like rapunzel, he's scaling your 'tower' like it's nothing. You sometimes question if Adrien is even human, and how he's acquired knowledge to safely climb your two story home. You notice that he has his gym bag slung over his shoulder and he tilts his head up to you with a grin, "Catch this!" He shouts, throwing his bag up to you and you shakily catch it, placing it down on the floor.
The next second, Adrien is hauling himself into your room and brushing off the dust from his clothes. "The front door is... open you know?" You huff, shaking your head disapprovingly. You glance over at him, and you see beads of sweat dripping down his temples and how his chest rises and falls quicker than usual.
"Are youâ" "I went to training." Right, Adrien trains basically every second day of the week for a sport you never thought to ask about. Basketball? Football? Hockey? You never asked.
"Can I use your shower, prez?" The question comes off too casual; you've never really let any of your friends take a shower in your house let alone come over regularly. But since Adrien is already here, all sweaty and hot, you can't find a reason to say no. "Fine, everything you need is in there," you nod, walking back to sit at your desk.
"You're not gonna show me where it is?" Adrien places a hand on your desk, leaning his weight against his arm as he looks down at you. You just assumed he knew where it was given he's broke into your house multiple times but your assumptions were wrong. You get up and start walking, not bothering to look back to see if Adrien was following. You knew he would.
You reach your bathroom, stepping in so you could show him where everything was. Before you started speaking, you heard the faint click of the door shutting.
"Adrienâ" "How am I supposed to know which knob is hot or cold?" he's so blatantly playing with you. He walks right up to you, only a hair away as he looks down at you. A stupid grin is plastered across his face and his fingers are gripping at the edge of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. "I'm all sweaty, prez, I need help washing my back," he sighs dramatically, fanning his face.
You take a moment to just stare. He's glistening in a sheen of sweat, droplets trickling down the curves and dents of his muscles, even his hair is slightly tousled. You keep quiet, unsure of what to say. That grin on his face never seems to lessen; it only grows wider by the second.
You can't even utter out a word before Adrien is pulling off his pants, letting them fall to his ankles. Your head instinctively darts to the right, trying to shield your eyes. "What? You act like you've never seen my dick before," he snorts out, tugging at your shirt, "it's been inside you too," he adds, successfully pulling your shirt off. "Oh shut up," you groan, grimacing at the way Adrien says it.
You don't stop him from completely stripping you down before taking off his own boxers, you just have the decency not to stare. He pushed the shower door open and ushered you inside before following you in. His chest his flushed against your back and the feeling of his sweat against your skin made you shiver, "Sorry," he mutters with a small chuckle.
He does know which knob is cold or hot because he immediately turns them to a desirable temperature. It's a little bit cooler than your preference though, but you don't mind it.
Adrien wastes no time in feeling your body, his hands moving straight to your hips like a moth to a flame. "You've been eating good? Not overworking yourself, prez?" He murmurs against your skin, his lips dragging along your shoulders as he clutches your body. "Yeah," your response is quiet and short, almost breathless since Adrien is all up on you at the moment.
His fingers trace the lines of your hip bone to your front, patting the skin where your leg meets your hip, slowly dipping more into your inner thighs to rub that area. His hands are so close. You can feel him spread your flesh, and he slots his cock in the free space. "Adrien," you scold, trying to pry his hands away but Adrien just ends up pushing you against the wall, your palms flat against the glass.
"You've been treating yourself well?" He hums, and you can tell from his tone he's half-mindely asking you these questions just to keep a conversation. He moves his hips back, sliding against the underside of your dick before meeting your hole, rubbing shallowly. "I haven't seen you in a week," from gentle caresses to harsher groping, Adrien's hands are now squeezing your hips.
Adrien nips at your neck, biting gently since he knew how you felt about visible marks, "It's so hard to avoid you" He borderline growls in your ear, pushing up into you. Adrien groans quietly at the feeling of you stretching out around him. His breathing becomes more and more audible as he caresses your torso.
Your small whines are muffled by the sound of water hitting the shower floor and the feeling of the cold glass along your chest gets you squirming. Adrien lifts your hips up a tiny bit, giving your ass a small tap before pushing in fully. Your fingers twitch and clench on the glass, trying desperately to hold onto something before Adrien's own hands meet yours, slotting a finger inbetween the gaps of yours.
"Just want me to hold your hand?" You wanna bite back at him but you lose your voice the moment he pulls out and thrusts back in, forcing a yelp out your throat instead of words. He squeezes the plush flesh of your ass a few times, and his eyes are trained to your hole, watching as it sucked him back in everytime he moved his hips back.
Adrien was getting overly worked up right now and the water didn't help either. Seeing the droplets decorate your spine like clear crystals rolling down the curve of your back made his mind go blank. You really brought that side out of him. He couldn't help but imagine that was his semen painting your back instead.
"Fuck you're too cute," He grunted, squeezing your hand a little tighter. Everytime Adrien pushed his dick in further, you felt the water push into you as well like it was wetting your insides. It was a weird sensation, nothing like lube, but it served to heighten your arousal from the fact that the water made the sound ofbyour skin clapping together alot louder.
It wasn't long before Adrien had moved in a way where he could hit your prostate directly and he knew he found it the moment you let out a strangled cry. Hearing that, Adrien pushed your body more against the glass, pinning you between himself and the wall. Your neglected cock was feverishly rubbing against cold wall with each thrust, smearing your pre-cum all over the glass.
"Does it feel good? Shit, maybe I gotta experiment with temp-play later," Adrien chuckled and you just let out an agitated groan that came out more like a needy whine. "That's where you're weak, isn't it? The underside of your dick?" You hated how he knew these things by now, but he wasn't wrong. Everytime you rubbed along the cold glass your body would jolt away from it and into Adrien which would result in him pushing you back into the wall as he fucked you from behind.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," you heave, squirming relentlessly as your dick twitched against the wall. Adrien just let's out a strained chuckle as he grips your hips tighter, pounding into you even faster. He leans his head down to your shoulder and sinks his teeth into your skin, forgetting about the fact that you would definitely scold him for this afterwards. The feeling of Adrien's chapped lips and sharp teeth piercing through your skin made your vision go white and your ears ring.
Your previously clear shower walls are now splattered with white and your knees buck as Adrien holds you up, forcing you to stand as he orgasms into you. He laughs breathlessly as you ragdoll in his arms like a baby deer who's trying to stand up. "Right, right I'll clean you up baby just relax, and then we'll get out," he chuckles, rubbing soap inbetween his hands before cleaning you off,
"I think I'm gonna dry up like a raisin if I stay here any longer..."
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Forgive Me- C.S
summary: chris cannot go to sleep without apologizing to his girlfriend blurb
cw: not tooo angsty?
an: chris saying he can't go to sleep until he apologizes to nick or matt did something to me
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Seven hours, it had been seven hours since both Y/n and Chris have spoken a word to each other. Their argument was at around three and it was now ten. Y/n was getting ready for bed in their shared bathroom while Chris was still in the living room doing who knows what.
Y/n did her last step to her skincare routine and massaged her moisturizer on her face. Then, the detangled her hair and headed for bed. She sighed as she turned off the light and got under the covers. She was missing something- someone.
This was one of their first actual arguments. Yeah, they've had little fights here and there but never like this. She had stormed out, needing some time to herself. She couldn't do it here, not when he was in the house as her. So, she stayed in her car until she was ready to go back in. Now, they're in this position, they've been ignoring each other all afternoon.
For lunch, which Y/n usually makes for both of them, Chris postmated some food and Y/n made herself some lunch. They ate thier meals in different rooms, Chris stayed in the kitchen while Y/n went to the living room. When Chris would enter the living room, Y/m would get up and go to the bathroom, so did Chris when Y/n entered a room he was in.
Y/n turned off her bedside lamp and the room went completely dark. She tossed and turned, until she eventually fell asleep.
It must've been about two hours or more until Chris started to yawn. He contemplated whether or not to sleep in the living room, but he eventually decided he'd sleep in thier room with Y/n. He got ready for bed, changing his clothes and brushing his teeth. When he opened the bedroom door, the light from the hallway lightly lit up the room and he saw Y/n sound asleep facing away from his side of the bed.
He quietly closed the door and got under the covers next to Y/n. He put his phone on his nightstand and tried to go to sleep. However, he couldn't. He laid there with his eyes open staring at the door, the ceiling or when he turned over he started at Y/n's back side. I have to apologize. He thought. "Baby." He propped himself up on one elbow and tapped her shoulder with his free arm. No response. "Babe." He shook her lightly and she moved. "Mm?" She hummed sleepily.
"Are you sleeping?" He asked. What a dumb question. "No shit." Y/n responded, she hated when her sleep got interrupted. Chris let out a breathy laugh. "Can we talk?" He mumbled. "About what?" She finally turned around to face him although she could only see his silhouette. "Our argument from earlier today." He said. "How about in the morning, I'm really tired." She tried to turn back around but he lightly grabbed her shoulder.
"No, now. I- I can't sleep. I have to apologize." Chris spoke softly. "Fine." She finally agreed and turned around to turn her lamp on. Chris finally saw her face. Her eyes were adjusting to the bright light and her hair was slightly on her face. She looked cute. "I'm really sorry about my behavior earlier today. It just that Nick and Matt weren't answering me for our meeting tomorrow and our work and our schedules are all over the place." He bagan. "And- I got easily pressed over something so stupid. I'm sorry, babe. Do you forgive me?" He touched her cheek.
"I do. Everyone has their bad days, you know? I just- I wish you would've told me about what you were going through, maybe I could've helped you or something." She smiled softly. "I- I will next time and all the times after that, okay?" He made a promise and Chris never broke his promises. "Okay."
"Now come here, I wanna cuddle you all night." Y/n giggled at his eagerness so she turned the lamp off and scooted over to Chris.
"I will never try to go to sleep mad at you, it's torture."
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â i believe in a thing called love
SUMMARY : dean thinks youâre playing a game but he slowly realises youâre not.Â
PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader
CHARACTERS : none
WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), unprotected piv, oral (f. receiving), fingering, edging, praise kink?, horninessÂ
WORD COUNT : 4.2k
A/N : title from a song by the darkness. this fills the square amnesia for my @jacklesversebingo card. Iâm sorry yall, I like cliffhangers đ (but thereâs a part two coming, yay!)
You donât remember ever waking up to a more warm and pleasant morning.
Usually, you woke up after sleeping however many hours you could have, and always felt like it wasnât enough. Your eyes burned with sleepiness, your body felt heavy with fatigue, and your mind was clouded with the darkness of unconsciousness.
Not this morning.
You felt light and warm, like the vapour of your too-hot shower. Your bed was soft and your sheets smelled of sweet and flowery fabric softener.Â
You opened your eyes to a room blanketed in complete darkness. There was not a window in sight for sunlight to slither into and your stomach sank slightly when you realised that you didnât know where you were. Or how you got to where you were now.
Your nakedness beneath soft, thin sheets made you feel vulnerable. You pulled the sheets up your body and started to get out of bed, only for the sheets to catch on something. No, on someone. A man who groaned gravelly and slightly tugged the sheets away from you.
Your eyes widened, your blood went cold with fear, and your body became hot with adrenaline. You froze as you thought of what to do and looked around to see if you could make any shapes while the darkness smothered you.Â
âCome back to bed, sweetheart,â he pleaded lazily, his voice thick with sleep making your skin prickle. He gave the blanket a lazy tug to encourage you, but you ignored him. You didnât know him, the audacity. You simply released the blanket and blindly made your way around the room for clothes that you must have left somewhere.Â
You heard him sigh tiredly, the blankets rustled when he shifted, and the room lit up with the quiet click of a lampâs switch and you yelped when you saw him, equally naked, in the bed. He sat up in alarm and looked around, before just staring at you in confusion.
His hair was a mess and he looked tired⊠but hot. His arms were thick and strong. His shoulders were broad and a familiar tattoo rested above his heart, beneath his collarbone. He wasnât ripped like someone who was obsessed with going to the gym and dieting. He was so damn fine. The thin blankets came lower down his hips when he sat up inquisitively. His stomach became taut and you could see the faint lines of his abs. At least you slept with someone hot and not some creep. Well⊠he could still be a creep.
âSweetheart, what are you doing?â He moved the blankets from his hips, subsequently flashing you his dick, when he began to get up and make his way to you.
âNo, stop!â You shouted, covering your eyes before deciding to cover yourself instead. He instantly obeyed and froze on the spot, bewildered. âCover your eyes,â you demanded exasperatedly.
âWhat? Why?â He asked, but he still covered his eyes with his hand. But who could blame you for quickly stealing a glance at his very pretty cock? âDid you start your period? Youâre not due for another two weeks.â You blinked at him, astonished and disoriented.
âUhhh, what? How do you even know that, dude?â You flushed with embarrassment.
âDude?â He lowered his hand to give you an irritated look. The only reason you didnât shout at him to look away was that he wasnât staring at you like you were a piece of cake. âItâs way too early for jokes.â He shook his head at you and turned around to sift through the tall dresser behind him. Your eyes hesitantly dropped to his perky ass and you forced yourself to look away before he turned to you.
Forgive me. I am just human.
âWhereâs my damned clothes?â You asked, leaning forward over the bed to drag the blanket towards yourself to cover up. He turned with a deadpan expression while he slipped his boxers up to his hips. But when you lifted your brows expectantly, he rolled his eyes at you and smiled sarcastically, flourishing his arms in front of the dresser.
He was kind enough to pull out a black shirt that looked like it was his, then pink women's underwear, and finally some colourfully striped socks. He handed them to you, but you backed away.
âNo, Iâm not wearing that,â you refused, looking disgustedly at the cotton underwear and the small socks.Â
âItâs yours,â he told you flatly.
âWhat do you mean itâs mine?âÂ
He blinked at you boredly and dropped the clothes on the bed to cross his arms across his very sexy broad chest. âAlright. How long are you gonna keep this up?â
âI⊠uh, what?âÂ
He smiled slowly and climbed up on the bed to get closer to you. Once he did, he reached for your waist and tugged you forward. Your heart thudded heavily in your chest and you clutched the blanket closer to your breasts. Even standing on his knees in the bed, he was taller than you.Â
âWhat game are you playinâ at, hmm?â He asked seductively, gently squeezing your side. Your lips parted slightly and your heart raced.Â
You studied his face, captivated by his beauty. The crinkles at the corner of his verdant eyes called to you when he smiled down at you. You could see he was doing the same. His eyes followed a path along your face until they landed on your lips. You couldnât help following the same path on his own with your eyes. After letting your eyes drift across the curve of his freckled nose, the line of his jaw, and the attractive stubble, your eyes fell to his pillowy lips.
His hand moved to your jaw. He looked playful and your heart sped up the longer he admired you. His calloused hand gently slid up your jawline to tangle his fingers in your hair until finally, he dipped down and kissed you. His lips felt soft against your slightly-chapped lips, but he didnât seem to mind.Â
His mouth moved lazily, yet expertly over yours. Your stomach fluttered and your breath hitched. As simple as it was, it felt amazing. His lips on yours sent waves of need and excitement through your body, electrifying your skin.Â
He clouded your mind with his kiss and your mouth slowly fell open. He cupped the back of your head in his hand and tilted his head, slowly becoming more firm and needy. Your hand released the sheet from your body and your hands found their way into his soft brown hair. He hummed lowly in appreciation and splayed his free hand across the bare skin of your back.
He carefully removed his hand from your hair, then you felt his hands move to the back of your thighs. He broke the kiss momentarily, his breath against your swollen lips made you dizzy as he hoisted you up. You clung to him, dazed and aroused, and he carefully dropped you into the bed again.
His knees parted your legs. You could feel your arousal dripping down as you were exposed to the roomâs cool air. He almost instantly pressed his hips to your wet core. You could feel the warmth of his hard cock against your pulsing clit. You moaned softly and he gave you a charming smile that heated your cheeks in response.Â
He leaned down to kiss you again. This time, his tongue pushed past your lips. The warmth and wetness of his saliva moved against your tongue. He did it as if heâd done a thousand times to youâshamelessly, with craving.Â
His lips moved passionately, firmly against yours. His tongue brushed over yours needily, lovingly. He tasted you with hunger and pulled away with heavy breaths, ignoring the string of spit connecting your lips to his.Â
He leaned forward again, except this timeâwhen you closed your eyesâyou felt his lips brush against your cheeks. His warm breath tickled your neck and ear, so shivers trickled through your body.Â
You squirmed beneath him and wiggled your hips longingly.
âIâm gonna make you come so hard on my tongue, baby,â he whispered. You cursed softly. Your cunt clenched with excitement at the thought of him doing to your pussy, what heâd done to your mouth. You almost didnât feel him press wet kisses down your neck until he sucked gently at your pulse.
He moved down your body slowly. Used his teeth, tongue, and lips on your flesh to hold you in his spell. He did it so precisely, fanning the embers to create a fire of desire that overwhelmed your body with lust.Â
His lips brushed against your nipple and your heart lurched. Heat pooled between your legs, followed by a warm wetness that you somehow knew would boost his ego.Â
âTell me what youâre thinkinâ,â he whispered against your breast before gently sinking his teeth around your nipple. His fingers pinched the other. How he expected you to respond was unclear as he teased your sensitive skin with his expert tongue and strummed at your flesh like a professional guitarist.Â
âHow did I end up here?â You replied quietly, carding your fingers through his short hair. He chuckled softly at your response, moved on from one breast to the other. His saliva on your abandoned nipple enhanced the coldness of the room, causing your skin to tingle.Â
His laugh was a whole other thing. Hot and deep. Everything about him seemed to be that way. Hot and deep.
His hand sneaked down to your ribs, your stomach, and stayed there. Warm, heavy, huge, and calloused. One hell of a man. You bet he could choke you with one hand.Â
You moaned softly at the thought and squeezed his sides with your thighs in attempts to alleviate your desire. It was futile, but you had a feeling thatâs how he wanted you. He smirked against your breast, you could feel the stretch of a smile on his sinful lips, and he finally moved on.
âYouâre so desperate today, arenât ya?â Amusement seeped into his voice, but there was nothing amusing about the way his hand finally moved between your legs. He slid his middle finger through your folds, slowly teasing your clit with ghostly touches. âAlways so wet, baby, fuck,â he moaned against your hipbone.Â
âPlease,â you whined, clutching his hair tighter. He sucked a lavender mark on your hips and slid his lips down to your pelvis.
âYeah?â He teased with a smirk. You loosened your grip on his hair, just slightly. His green eyes sparkled up at you, but all you could really focus on was his finger turning to two fingers that quickly dipped into your entrance to gather your excessive slick. âFuck.â Oh, God. No one should sound so hot saying that word, but your stomach seemed to flip excitedly when it sounded so pleased. âLook at that, sweetheart. Youâre soaked, itâs gonna be so easy for me to fuck you.â
âJesus Christ,â you whispered, your toes curled with excitement.Â
He parted your folds with his fingers and lowered himself to level his mouth with your dripping cunt. His warm breath on your wet heat made you squirm and your legs shamelessly opened wider for him. The Pied Piper of sex. Â
His eyes fluttered shut when he kissed your clit. You donât think anyoneâs ever done that to you before. To be fair, you canât remember much and you donât know if itâs because of his intoxicating sensuality or because of something much more serious. Quite frankly, you didnât care as he continued to kiss you down to your clenching entrance with hums of appreciation vibrating through your desperate core.
âPlease,â you laughed breathily, weakly attempting to pull his face closer between your legs. He perked up even more at that, and flicked his tongue against your clit, perfectly striking a nerve like a chord that resonated through your entire body and made you quiver.Â
He flattened his tongue from your aching pussy to your clit, slowly and loudly savouring the taste of your arousal on his tongue. He did it over and over before settling for lapping at your entrance where your arousal puddled. His moans were husky and praising.
You gently weaved your fingers through his hair and panted heavily. His nose nudged at your pulsing clit and his tongue pushed into your fluttering pussy.Â
âFuck, please,â you whimpered, tightening your grip on the hair at the top of his head. He hummed against your core and roughly licked his way up to your clit. Quick flicks of his tongue on your clit made you writhe with pleasure. Curses slipped from your lips and all you could think about was the sensation of how wet your pussy was with his spit and how close to coming you were again.
You felt one of his fingers slowly push inside your cunt. He worked you open carefully with one thick finger plunged deep inside you and simultaneously began to suck on your clit. Your body became tense; you were right on the edge of your orgasm, but he moved away from your aching cunt to quickly kiss his way up your flushed body, to reach your lips.Â
âI wanna come,â you pleaded quietly, staring profoundly into his greedy eyes.Â
He chuckled playfully at you and slowly pushed a second finger inside you. His breath fanned over your lips and you traced the slick of your pussy on his smug mouth with your eyes. He stroked your walls slowly, skilfully pressing the pads of his fingers into the sensitive depths of your cunt. You clamped down in desperation for him to press over and over into your g-spot, but he wasnât merciful. He wanted you to feel the length of his fingers moving deeply inside you.Â
âSay my name,â he murmured against your lips. You squeezed his hips with your knees as you squirmed restlessly. Again, he made you delirious with pleasure after a request so you could do anything but properly think. He angled his fingers into that delicious spot inside you, but the buildup of your climax was as torturously slow as the stroke of his fingers.Â
âYour name?â You gasped mindlessly, closing your eyes to focus on feeling him being in all the right places. His lips brushed against yours, ignited your body like a spark to hot-wire a car. His thumb pressed gently into your clit and he slowly drew circles.Â
âDean,â he whispered bewitchingly against your lips. You felt his arm press into the pillow beside your head and he tenderly brushed your hair away from your neck.Â
âDean,â you moanedâbegged, heart hammering in your chest at his tenderness. His response was instant, with his lips pressed against yours, numbing your mind once more, but a third finger slid into your pussy so you nearly toppled off the edge again. After a few thrusts that left you moaning wantonly against Deanâs mouth, his fingers disappeared from inside you. âGod,â you cursed in irritation.
Soon, the entirety of his warmth was gone from your body. His bruising kiss left you breathless and thoughtless, but you managed to open your eyes to watch him lower his boxers with his thumb hooked at the stretchy waistbandâleaving himself completely bare again.Â
Dean bit his lip as he stroked his cock with his fingers coated in your slick. He seemed more than happy to have you watch. And you were more than happy with staring at the girth and length of him in his hand. His cock was pretty, beautiful evenâif you could even imagine. Throbbing. Leaking precum at the tip so your mouth watered for a lewd long moment. You bit your lip and wondered what he tasted likeâhopefully as good as he looked, how heâd fuck your mouth if you asked him to.
The sight of him like this made your arousal skyrocket.Â
âWhat do you want, sweetheart?â He asked breathlessly, slowly making his way closer between your legs.Â
The thought of his cock stretching you out instantly drove you crazy.Â
Once he was close enough, he leaned over you again with his arm beside your head again. He slid his hot cock through your folds and your breath caught in your throat. He moaned softly. You tore your eyes from where he coated you in his precum repeatedly.Â
âI want you⊠inside me,â you replied bashfully, heat flared up to your ears and you squirmed involuntarilyâdesperate to be fucked as you ruined the sheets beneath you with your slick. But over and over he teased your clit with slippery circles of his tip that began to build your resolve. He wasnât going to let you finish and you knew it.Â
âWhich part of me?â Of course heâd do that.Â
You became frustrated quickly and remained quiet to think of your next move. Dean had taken you to a point where your confidence was merely pent up sexual frustration.
You sat up and climbed into his lap without a single thought. As shamelessly as heâd touched you, you gripped the base of his cock. His lips parted and his eyes widened in pleasant surprise when you took his chin between your fingers and kissed him hard. He gave you full control and released his dick so his hands could find your hips instead and pull you closer.Â
He felt heavy in your hand, the throb and heat of him made your grip tighten in anticipation. He moaned against your mouth when you slowly stroked up his silky skin, slick with his precum. You thumbed at the slit, smeared his excitement around the head of his cock, and sucked his bottom lip into your mouth.
Dean groaned softly and squeezed your hip. He slowly let himself lay on his back and pulled you down with your lips still locked in a breathy and covetous kiss. You twisted your hand upwards, faster, and emphasised the movement of your fingers beneath the head of his cock. He pulled away slightly with a gasp and found his place between your legs to run a teasing finger through your drenched folds.Â
âIâm gonna fuck you so hard⊠wanna bury myself inside of you,â he murmured against your lips.Â
âOh, fuck,â you gasped instantly against his parted mouth, âyes.â
Dean kissed you hard and replaced your hand on his cock with his own again. He pulled away to catch his breath with you. Using his other hand, he brushed your hair out of the way and continued to pant for breath. He watched between your bodies, his throbbing cock in his hand, but you only watched himâcuriously and longingly. He stroked himself slowly and he cursed under his breath when the tip finally breached the wet opening of your vagina.
Your breath hitched, but his name managed to slip out quietly. He hummed in satisfaction when you slowly lowered yourself on him. The delightful stretch of having him inside you weakened your knees and your pussy tightened around him. He thrusted upwards slowly, sliding his cock further into your wet heat, perfectly stroking your g-spot.
You pulled away a small distance and watched him become utterly enraptured. His freckled cheeks were tainted a deep red that spread up to the tips of his ears and down to his neck like a wildfire. He looked so fucking beautiful. His brows furrowed in concentration and his plush lips parted to release soft groans of pleasure that made your pussy throb around him greedily.Â
His eyes fluttered open and he leaned up slightly to reach your lips. He managed to land a small peck before you started lifting yourself up and down on his cock. A broken moan from him made you smile devilishly. He fell back into the mattress and squeezed your hips roughly.
âDammit, you feel so fuckinâ good,â he praised breathily. You hummed softly and wrapped your hands around his wrists to guide his hands up to your breasts before bouncing on his lap faster, building a more steadfast rhythm.Â
âI love the way you feel, too,â you moaned softly, aroused at the sound of Deanâs cock entering your wet pussy and your skin hitting his when he was buried so deeply inside you the breath was nearly punched out of your lungs in surprise.Â
âYouâre so unbelievably beautiful,â he continued to worship quietly, pinching almost painfully at your nipples, then teasingly brushed the pads of his thumbs over themâmaybe soothingly. You moaned and leaned back with your hands on his thighs the closer you got to your orgasm.
One of Deanâs hands moved away from your breast to slowly slide down the front of your body. You watched him stare up at you, adoring you with his touch and lauding you in between groans and gasps of ecstasy. He squeezed your thigh encouragingly and cursed at the way you clenched your cunt around his sensitive cock.Â
You allowed yourself to close your eyes and let the pleasure of riding him saturate your mind and body. His hands moved along your body, praising without words when all he could do was groan and pant lewdly at your enthusiastic fucking.Â
He kneaded your breasts, squeezed your flesh, scratched gently at your skin. You were teeming with bliss and you were embarrassingly wet, but everything about him made you pathetically horny and he appeared to absolutely love every second of it.Â
Deanâs hand finally moved between your legs to find your clit and rub it continuously. His hips bucked upwards when you whined his name and clamped down on his cock as you orgasmed. Your body shook above him and he hummed low in his throat, partially amused, but mostly satisfied.Â
His thumb rubbed furiously at your clitâdilating the duration of your orgasm, intensifying itâand only stopped when you couldnât handle it anymore. Your whimper and the way you weakly draped your body over his with your forehead pressed into his warm shoulder, stopped him.
You couldnât process much after that, but soon your face was pressed into his pillow and your pussy was getting filled again with his cock. His fingers bruised your hips and you gasped out moans as your second orgasm began to build.Â
"Shit, you love it like this, don't you, sweetheart?" You were flustered by the soppy sound of your cunt every time he pounded into you from behind, but you were partially grateful that he was close to finishing. A perplexing, carnal part of you wanted him to keep ploughing into your pussy until you ached.
âFuck, youâre such a good girl,â Dean praised gruffly. You only whimpered brokenly in response as he fucked you through the squelch and wetness of your second orgasm. Your toes curled with the unbelievable sensation that seized your body when you felt his cum fill you with warmth. His release slipped between your thighs in a mixture with yours and you cried his name as your walls pulsed around his throbbing cock.Â
Dean released you and your body sank completely into the soft mattress. He panted against your shoulder and murmured praises with his comforting hands sailing along your body.Â
Your mind slowly returned to the real world and the beat of your heart slowed to its normal rhythm. You were exhausted and you wanted to clean yourself up, but Dean had other plans for you: staying in bed and cuddling.
You willed yourself into getting up out of his bed. You sat upâhis arm loosely around your waistâand became aware of the lack of windows and the wooden stake that rested at the far end of the little platformâa shelf reallyâhe had above his bed next to a little fan.Â
âUmâŠâ you trailed off, wiggling out of his arm to slide out of the messy bed.Â
âYouâre seriously not gonna stay in bed?â He questioned you as you looked around, attempting to ignore the rest of your mixed release dripping from between your legs. You felt his fingers move between yours, then a sharp tug pulled you back in bed. Your legs were shaky so you ended up right back where he wanted you to beâin his embrace.Â
âYeah,â you laughed awkwardly. You squirmed and wiggled until he finally released you, âI donât know you and I need to⊠get back⊠somewhere, home.â He sat up on his side and stared at you blankly for a few seconds. No, heâs too beautiful.Â
You looked away and decided to pull âyourâ clothes from where heâd thrown it to get something to cover your body now that your post-orgasmic brain was becoming logical and self-conscious.Â
âBabe, drop it, weâll play that game later,â he dismissed you with a cute snort. You groaned at him when he snagged his shirt from your hands. He slowly peppered kisses along your neck and shoulder and you were unable to fight him.
âDean, Iâm serious,â you tried weakly and gripped his hair to pull him away as gently as you could. You turned to look at him again and he backed off. âLook at me and tell me if Iâm lying to you.â He rolled his eyes but held your gaze for a few moments as he contemplated you.Â
You saw the amusement on his handsome face but you continued to frown. The amusement faded into perplexity and concern.Â
âAh, shit,â he muttered.
â> stone flower
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synopsis: you start your new job at a book cafe and start falling for your coworker.Â
warnings: đ!!! friends to lovers ?, praise, nipple play, oral (f!rec) multiple orgasms (f!rec), protected and unprotected sex (be safe pls they tried), creampie, use of the name baby, she/her, brat!reader kinda, whiny chan, choking (m!rec), spitting, cum eating, alcohol use, slight overstim (f!rec), prob forgot some sorry
wc: 7.4k big oops lol kinda lost the plot
 an: breaking the norm from my regularly scheduled yeonkai post lol feedback is appreciated :)) not proof read sorry! [m.list]
you were nervous for your first day of work, worrying teeth leaving your lips red and sore. when you applied you thought it would be easy money, slow shifts where you could study at the register, the coffee shop attached giving you one free drink a shift. it was perfect but your anxiety was eating at you the entire walk to the bookstore. even the location was perfect, three minutes on your bike, a few more to walk. you didnât even need to pick up new clothes, your usual attire fully excitable as long as you had your nametag visible.Â
the store won't open for another hour but you need to come in early to go over the basics. Your boss told you that although he wasn't going to be there his best employee would show you the ropes. When you get to the building the door is locked and you have to knock on the glass to try and get someone's attention but you can't see anyone from where you are. When someone does notice you you're pacing the sidewalk picking at your nail polish. âso sorry about that i forgot you were coming in early today,â the accented voice mutters, the ding of the bell making you turn around.Â
âIt's okay,â you nod after a second. The man before you smiles, dimples and teeth on display, devastating enough to take someone out with a single glance. He holds the door open with his palm spread wide, still standing in the doorway so that when you pass you have to brush against his chest with your shoulder.Â
âI'm Chan, I work at the cafe most days now but I was told you would be working the store register and stocking?âÂ
âYes that's right,â you nod, taking in the small store, the dark hardwood floors creaking underfoot as you move further in. You had loved the store since your freshman year of college. The cafe at night was one of the only places that sold caffeine until late, the warm ambient lighting making it cozy. Even now with the morning light pouring in through the floor to ceiling glass windows, it was comforting, the smell of the freshly brewing pots of coffee waking you up.Â
âGreat, I worked that job for a while so I should be the best help with setting you up,â Chan pulls the door closed behind you, locking back up. He moves around you waving to follow after him to the back room. To get there we have to weave through the stands of books laid out on tables and stacked on shelves and you feel in over your head looking at all the inventory. âfor the most part it's mostly register work. When we get a new release it goes out on the front tables and then the old ones get pushed back to the shelves. nothing too major. I'm sure once you get a hang of it you will be very bored,âÂ
âIt's okay I brought homework,â you say, lifting your tote at your side.Â
âahh, good idea. and if you get bored of homework you could come mess with me at the cafe, I'm always trying to come up with new drinks although I've been told by the other baristas that I'm not very good at that,â he chuckles deep in his throat before turning a corner and pushing open another door. âbreak room and the cubbies for your stuff. I haven't had anything stolen but if you're worried the front has enough space under the counter for your bag or even if you want to have easy access to your books that's fine too,â he gestures at a desk in the corner, âyou clock in and out there, I'm sure you were told how to set up your checks to be deposited?âÂ
âYes,â you nod trying to pay attention to all the information.Â
âOkay great so let's get your name tag I think it'sâŠoh here! there you go,â he passes you the little magnetic tag for you to put on. you glance at his name tag, the koala sticker faded but still cute. âThen let's see the register and go over that before we open the store, it's a Monday so we are usually really slow so during your shift we can walk around and go over the sections but the computer will tell you where to find most any book here. there is also a map taped to the counter to help customers so you can see that to help you,âÂ
âgot it, thank you,â you follow Chan out and the rest of the hour goes by with him cracking jokes and pointing out what shelves hold what books. When it was time for the doors to be unlocked it was anticlimactic because you only went back to having no one in the shop but the two of you. chan sitting on the stool behind his register for the cafe and you sitting on yours directly across the room. Chan had a book propped up to pass the time and you got started on your homework. your nerves are now officially gone with how calm it was going.Â
Even when customers did come in, you breezed through it, Chan's watchful eye not prying but comforting enough to know he would swoop in and help if it was ever necessary.Â
When another slow lull came and there were no customers Chan called across the short distance to ask you your coffee order, âI may be bad at coming up with new drinks but that doesn't mean I don't make mean drinks to begin with,â that dimpled smile hitting you right in the stomach.Â
âsurprise me I'm okay with anything when it's free,âÂ
âbest perk about the job,â he agrees, turning to make you your drink. When he is done he brings it over to the register a small grin on his face as he passes the warm drink over. âgo on try it,â
you take a sip humming your approval, âOh wow that's really good,â there was no lid on the paper cup to show off his latte art, the heart feathering out to where your lipstick stain hugs the rim. you wipe at the corner of your mouth catching the stray foam on your thumb and licking it off.Â
chan is stuck watching your every move, all day he's been finding it hard to concentrate on anything he's doing. he was trying to play it cool even after your introduction, but he was caught the moment you turned around when he opened the door, your perfume making him want to lean in when you brushed past him. It didn't help that he was right across from you all day, the perfect seat for him to make sure you weren't struggling although that was an excuse because he knew how easy the job was he just wanted to watch you.Â
Now you're basically moaning over something he made and he feels bad for having any thoughts about you. then you swipe at your lip, thumb in your mouth, how is he supposed to think about anything else?Â
âcinnamon and apple?â you ask your gaze so attentive.Â
âwarm and cozy,â Chan smiles watching as you take another sip that hum caught right in the back of your throat and he wishes he could swallow the sound himself. but the jingling of the bell by the door jolts him back to reality. âlet me get back,âÂ
âThank you!â you call after him while the customers make their way through the shelves. Chan waves your words away,âAnytime,âÂ
later when both of your replacements come in for their shift Chan helps show you how to clock out and where you can find your schedule. âlooks like we have morning shifts together,â he comments, âI'll have to give you my number so when you get to the door I can let you in,â it's an excuse really he could leave the door unlocked after he gets in, no one ever tries to come in that early anyways most of their customers come to study after class.Â
âsure that works perfectly,â you smile unlocking your phone and passing it over, he does the same and you type your number in for him.Â
âbest barista?â you laugh when you see the name he plugged in.Â
âSeungmin might not like that but who cares,â he chuckles, âbest AM barista might be better,âÂ
you both walk out together and you notice you're headed in the same direction, âdo you live over on Sixth?âÂ
âyeah, do you?âÂ
âthe first apartment building on the corner,âÂ
âMe too!â The two of you were a few steps away from each other and Chan took the opportunity to catch up. âofficial walking buddies now? can't change fate,âÂ
âyeah okay,â you laugh, falling into step next to him.Â
âThe boss said you were in school, the campus right up the road?âÂ
âyeah, I have a lab at five actually,âÂ
âThe shop is the perfect job for you then, my classes are also kinda late in the day so I get it,â he ruffled his hair and pushed back the strands from his forehead only to have them fall right back into place. The two of you make comfortable conversation until you make it to the lobby of your apartment building, Chan holding the door open for you before you press the elevator button.Â
when you two make it into the elevator you ask him, âWhat floor?â as you press your own button.Â
The space is small and he leans over to see the button panel, body heat, and his colleague filling the space. and you didn't mind it at all, he smelled like a mix of baked goods and sandalwood. âlooks like we live on the same floor,â he chuckles, pulling back to stand straight. both of you are silent eyes trained ahead as you mutter, âSmall world I guess,âÂ
âVery,â he nods, chewing on the corner of his bottom lip. When the elevator dings and opens you wave goodbye as you both move down the opposite halls. He was about three doors down and when he got his key in he looked up with a smile waving before walking in. When you close the door to your apartment you lean against the door letting out the longestsigh you could muster. of course, your hot coworker shares your schedule and lives right down the hall. of fucking course.Â
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The following morning you're tugging on your coat, pulling the door closed and your tote bag keeps sliding down your shoulder. You're muttering profanities quite enough as you try to get the key into the lock when you don't hear Chan approach. you flinch so hard you think your heart stopped. âYou scared me!â and Chan's giggling reached out for your tote bag pulling it from the crook of your arm where it kept falling.Â
âI'm sorry I thought you heard me say good morning,â he slings your bag over your shoulder as you finally lock the door.âI was running a bit late so I thought why not just wait anyways since we are headed to the same place?â he's a little shy as he says it following you to the elevator, âalthough I know that defeats the purpose of giving you my number but you know thought that counts and everything right?â he's rambling his grip on the tote bag strap turning white-knuckled, his free hands at the back of his neck messing with his hair.Â
âThat works perfectly with me and I can carry my own bag,â the elevator dings as you say it and Chan shakes his head stepping in before you holding his hand out so the doors stay open.Â
âI don't know how you carry this thing around its like a bag of rocks it's so heavy,âÂ
âtextbooks,â you correct, leaning over him to press the lobby button. âalthough you're right I should get a better bag to carry them around but that one is so cute,â you run your fingers over the design that made you buy the tote in the first place, âeverything is worth the struggle as long as its cute,âÂ
âagreed,â Chan nods, watching your fingers run up and down the fabric, your nails painted the prettiest shade of blue and he has to swallow to push away his thoughts of you wrapping your hand around him. but the image won't fade so he shakes his head trying to think of all the things he needs to do to set up for the day.Â
He holds the door open for you the same way he had your first day, letting you brush past him only this time he's following you to clock in watching your hips sway in your skirt all the way to the break room. and when the day starts to go by he tries not to look your way as you press your pen to your lips every once in a while jotting down notes in the margins on sticky notes. watching you smile up at customers and helping them.Â
chan brings you a coffee halfway through your shift when it is slow, this time it is sweet with caramel, âoh wow definitely best AM barista material,â you nod licking the whipped cream from your top lip. he flushes a deep red chuckling, âits nothing,â but he was starting to realize he would learn any drink combo to hear that hum over and over again.Â
and when you're walking home together you laugh at his dad jokes making his heart flutter, he already can't wait until tomorrow to see you.Â
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You've been working at the store for about a month, and your routine is always the same. Chan waits by the elevator for you to walk, he makes you a new drink halfway through your shift, walks you back and you do it all over the next day. you realize it's the best part of your day and when you have the day off you're stuck wondering what Chan's doing, if he's wondering the same thing about you. it's late on one of your off days when he texts you, do you smell that or is that just my side of the hallway? and you know exactly what he's talking about.Â
someone was cooking dinner in their apartment and the savory smell was wafting through from under the door making you hungry.Â
definitely smelling something good if that's what you're asking
I think it's the people in front of me. Would it be wrong to show up with a bowl and ask for some?
not if you ask really really nicely I'm sure they will cough some upÂ
no, I'm too shy if they reject me I won't be able to ever leave my place againÂ
I'll bring my own bowl they can't turn away both of us if we begÂ
seriously tho are you hungry because I'm starving and Seungmin texted me the cafe specials menuÂ
You're sure Chan would be able to hear you squeal all the way in his apartment. It wasn't a full-on offer out but it was close enough and your fragile little heart was consumed with its crush on Chan. he had you kicking your feet like a school girl and you couldn't help but smile.Â
The best PM barista does make a mean sandwichÂ
be ready in 5?Â
if he didn't hear you before the whole floor definitely did now. you jumped up from your couch to get ready. Maybe it was nothing, just two friends, coworkers, even going out, to your place of work, for a casual dinner. only you could tell yourself that all you wanted but it didn't stop your excitement. sure you saw Chan nearly every day but not usually when you weren't already scheduled to see each other. only once when you were both crossing paths in the lobby and that didn't count because you were late to class and rushing and he was with a friend, but that didn't stop the butterflies you felt when he gave you a wave and smile as you passed.Â
You were ready in five minutes pulling your door closed to find Chan leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets, a dark jean jacket over a hoodie, his jeans fitting him just right. âready?â he asked, pulling himself up to his full height.Â
âyup,â it's a squeak as you say it, your cheeks colored in embarrassment. He was wearing a beanie with his ears peeking out from under the fabric. When you stepped outside you realized how cool it was outside, your thin sweater doing you no good.Â
Chan holds the door open for you to lead the way, your arms crossed before you feel the heavy weight of his jean jacket slung on your shoulders. âYou look a little cold there,â he smiles and you push your arms through the warm sleeves. it smells like him without the coffee scent usually following him after a shift.Â
âthank you,â your fists wrapping around the oversized sleeves.Â
When you make it to the cafe it's filled with light chatter, the golden glow from the lamps making the hardwood look shiny as you both stand in line for the cafe. your other coworkers behind the counters joking around as they make drinks and call out orders. You have gotten to know most of them when you have an occasional late shift but not as well as you got to know Chan. That was mainly because you two didn't have many customers in the morning time and you could talk even across the store without worrying about someone listening or scolding us. The night shifts were busy and most of the time a little loud.Â
When you make it to the counter seungmin's warm smile greets you, âI know you,â he points but you can't miss the way his gaze falls to the jacket you're wearing and back to Chan his eyebrows raising but he doesn't ask.Â
âWe are here because I heard Chan's trying to come for your title of best barista,âÂ
âhe can't make a coffee to save his life,âÂ
âHey! I make excellent coffee,âÂ
âBecause I taught you,â the smug smile on Seungmin's face made his cheeks round. âwhat can I get you two?âÂ
You both order reaching for your bag when you feel Chan's hand in the pocket of the jacket you are wearing. He is standing behind you, one hand on your arm and the other wrapped around to pull his wallet from where it's at your hip. âI got it,â he mumbles so close to your ear you almost shiver. âyou can get it next time,âÂ
you give a slow nod trying to catch your breath before Seungmin asks, âHey are you two coming out with us tomorrow night? they opened this new club downtown we wanted to go try,âÂ
âoh I don't know,â you shrug and Chan adds, âI'll go if you go,â he looks almost hopeful for you to say yes.Â
âWell then sure why not? we can Uber there together,âÂ
âperfect i'll let the guys know,â Seungmin hands over the receipt with your order number, âshould be out in a few,âÂ
âThank you,â you and Chan say together, moving to the other side of the counter to wait for your things. When they come out Chan takes the tray and when you think he's going to turn to one of the empty tables he keeps going over to the bookstore side. you follow after him as he weaves his way to the break room.Â
âkinda loud out there,â he says, setting the tray down on the little table they have set up.Â
âDefinitely different from how we usually see the store in the morning,â you agree, pulling out a chair to sit. The break room wasn't like most other breakrooms you had been to in other jobs. this one was set up like a cozy office, the building was old and well-kept enough to make every space look cozy. the lamp in the corner of the room giving the warm glow the others made in the cafe. you take a sip of your fruity drink not picking out a coffee this late when you didn't need the aid for an all-night study session. ânow this is really good,â you say nodding down at your straw.Â
ânew menu item I haven't tried yet,â Chan sips his drink, an iced tea. âthis one's good too, try it,â he slides his glass across the table toward you.Â
Chan watches you take your sip from his drink, the hum he loves showing itself for the second time tonight. âgood?âÂ
âAmazing, here try mine,â and so he does, nodding in approval.Â
the two of you chat not even noticing how late it's getting by the time you're done and taking the tray back out to the cafe. most of the building is cleared of people, seungmin wiping down the counters when you leave. It's noticeably colder outside and you wrap your arms around yourself happy to have chanâs jacket for warmth or you would have had a cold the next morning for sure. Neither of you asked if this was in fact a real date or something between friends. you don't even notice that you have taken his jacket back to your apartment until you're changing for bed and realize you never took it off.Â
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The next morning when you leave for work you pass it back to Chan who smiles as he takes it back. âThank you for that last night,â you say waving your hand as if you could cut through your embarrassment. Why was it that crushes made you feel like everything you did was so awkward? you were returning a jacket for crying out loud. It was totally normal, especially between friends but you couldn't help but blush.Â
for the rest of the day, you two fall into your routine. Towards the end of your shift, a customer knocks over a display of books and you assure them you will pick them up once you're done checking them out, and it's no problem at all. Once they leave you bend to get the books picked up and Chan can't look away. you're wearing a skirt, the simple black panties you're wearing flashing him every once in a while as you reach over. He doesn't even notice he's overfilled the coffee cup in front of him until the coffee splashes down to his shoes. âoh fuck,â he mutters catching your attention as you restack the books. hes red from his cheeks to his ears as he wipes up the mess. but as he pushes the black rag around he can only think about you bending over, the fabric of your underwear hugging your skin dimpling the flesh of your ass. now he's over-wiping the counter thinking about it, so lost in thought he doesn't notice you come up to stand right at the till. âguess we both are having messy days,â your voice pulling him from his thoughts and he stammers over his words, ây-yeah messy,âÂ
but the word only fuels him, if anything was to be messy it needed to be you, he wanted too badly to make a mess of you.Â
âI just saw the next shift workers walk in. Are you ready to head out?âÂ
âyes yes let me just put a lid on this, do you want anything to go?âÂ
âNo, I'm good I don't need all that caffeine before heading out for drinks tonight,â Chan had forgotten about that but now he was thinking about what you were going to wear, about what it would be like going anywhere else besides work and the apartment building with you.Â
When it's time to leave for drinks that night you text Chan you're ready and you book the Uber to come pick you two up.when you lock the door to your place and turn around to find Chan there you could have fallen to your knees at how downright edible he looked. those slouchy jeans showing a thin strip of the elastic to his underwear, the black tank hugging him in all the best places under his leather jacket. you wanted to hook your finger in the loop of his jeans and tug him to you and never let him go, link him to you like he was a keychain you couldn't remove easily. and his eyes were tracing up your bare legs, over the short ruffled shorts you wore, your own tank hugging you giving you the best cleavage. Chan's blush was so contradictory to his outfit and it made him so much cuter, eyes jumping to yours to not make it obvious that he was checking you out just as much as you were checking him out. âcars out front,â you say brushing past him.Â
at the club, Chan could not stop watching you.Â
you were sitting in the booth next to him and seungmin, lips around the straw of the drink in your hands, paying all your attention to Felix talking about a customer who gave him a hard time.Â
âhe just kept asking for a blue book over and over and I could not tell you how many blue books I pulled off the shelves for him,â your giggle was more intoxicating than anything in that room.Â
âDid you find it?âÂ
âno! he walked out on me and to this day I question if he was just fucking with me or not,âÂ
The rest of the group was finally showing up and the booth was only so big. Chan rested his arm behind your head scooting until his leg was flush against yours so that the rest of them could fit comfortably. He hated how jealous he was feeling as you paid everyone more attention than he was getting. and when Hyunjin asked you to dance he could have ground his teeth to dust. âsure!â your drink is empty in front of you.Â
you were in the middle of the booth and Hyunjin was on the end so he stood making room for the others to move but they didn't hear the request over the sound of the music. âJust jump over,â seungmin laughed but you followed his suggestion like it was the best idea, mostly because you were a little tipsy and needed to be out of the booth after being squashed in it for over an hour. you brought your knees up to your chest before putting your hands on Chan's shoulder to push yourself up to stand on the seat. As if you were a beacon all of them turned to watch you if they weren't listening before they would be now. Chan's hand reached out to your thigh to steady you, the warmth of his palm sinking right to your stomach. there were only two people besides you to jump over and both of them leaned back as Hyunjin reached his hands out to help you. you laughed as you jumped over, hyunjin's hands on your waist helping you most of the way but the second Chan's hand was gone you wanted it back.Â
Hyunjin pulled you to the dance floor keeping you within the eye line of the table. the bodies of everyone pushing you and Hyunjin together until you were completely pressed with your back to his front. âWant to make Chan jealous?â his mouth pressed into your ear so that you could hear him over the music.Â
âWhat?â hyunjin's hand slid over your waist right where your tank top met the top of your shorts.Â
âWe have a bet going that he won't last two songs until he's dragging you away from me,â Hyunjin guides your hips to grind against him and your eyes flicker to find Chan's gaze burning into you two. if looks could kill Hyunjin would be six feet deep.Â
âhe won't fall for it,â you shake your head but not for wanting to see if it actually would work.Â
âwant in? or do you not like him like that? because he sure as hell likes you like that I mean look at him,â and you do, the rim of his glass pressed to his bottom lip, eyes devouring you as Hyunjin's hand slips your tank up revealing a thin strip of skin. he's still with his arm slung over your empty seat, the rise and fall of his chest showing off his pecks. you raise one arm reaching behind you to tug on Hyunjin's hair and Chan follows the movement, jaw tight as he sets his glass down. Â
âhow much if he doesn't last one song?âÂ
âa lot more than if he doesn't last two,â Hyunjin chuckles and maybe it is the drinks talking but you nod, âAdd me in, I'll Take that bet,â your free hand covers one of Hyunjin dragging it up your ribs as you let him guide your hips against his.Â
it doesn't take long for Chan to leave the booth at all.Â
Chan does not know what comes over him as he watches you with Hyunjin only that he needs to be the one touching you if anyone at all is to be doing any touching at all. Hyunjin lets you go with no question, slapping Chan on the back before making his way back to the booth. you honestly can't believe it worked as well as it did, the way that Chan didn't even last half a song let alone two. âI didn't know you felt that way about me,â your smile teases as Chan grabs your waist and pulls you into his chest as if he can erase the feeling of hyunjin on your skin.Â
âSeriously? The heavy staring hasn't been enough because I thought my cover was blown the first day,â his smile is lazy, the drinks hitting him in just the right way.Â
âfirst day? not just because your friends set you up?âÂ
ânope,â his hands slide down the curve of your ass until they are cupping you, tugging your body even closer to him, he's hard in his jeans, the bulge digging into your stomach. âthey definitely didn't need to try hard at all, not when I want you this bad already,âÂ
your hands slide up his chest and round to the back of his neck, âMaybe I'm a little oblivious and I need you to tell me in great detail that you like me or I might not be privy to believing you at all,â the way that you're looking at each other is consuming, so much so that you don't realize him dipping closer until his nose is brushing against yours. eyes fluttering shut you tilt your head ready for his kiss when he stops right as they barely brush, âif you needed me to praise you all you needed to do was ask,âÂ
âIsn't that exactly what I was doing?â you nudge your nose against his trying to reach his lips as he pulls away grinning wide, dimples on display.Â
âI guess you could say that,â one of his hands slid up your back to hold the base of your skull.Â
âYou're teasing me,â your pout made Chan want to kiss you even more.Â
âI think they have another bet going that I can't last one song before dragging you out of here and I'm pretty sure once I get my mouth any closer to you they will be right and I'll lose out on $100,â Chan can feel you laugh against his chest, the rumble in your chest drawing him closer.Â
âWhat makes you think I'm leaving with you?â You're taunting him now, fingers running through his hair as he squeezes your ass hard enough to make your pussy lips open.Â
âWe drove here together,â he states and you fuck with him a bit more, âbut I heard Hyunjin has a car I can catch a ride in,âÂ
Chan can't stand the sound of anyone else's name coming out of your mouth when he's this hard when you're pressed so close to him. he finally kisses you, soft lips tasting like tangy alcohol. he wants to channel the last month into this kiss, every want and glance. he can hear his friends cheering from the table but he couldn't care less not when you're here.Â
when you pull away you're breathless, âdo you still win if I drag you out of here?âÂ
Chan can't form words before you pull him after you, your hand fisted into his top. his tongue pressed to his cheek, his grin so wide no one could miss it even if they tried. when you walk past the table you point at them, âYou own me!â Â
but they are all forgotten the second you're out in the cold air. you shiver, pulling out your phone to order an Uber and Chan slings his jacket over your shoulders just like the night before. The leather is warm and soft against your skin and he wraps his arms around your hands sliding past the jacket and wrapping around you. his bare arms rippling and you could bite him with how good he looks flexing right now. you don't even care that he could be getting cold when this is the view.Â
Chan is all over you once you climb into the Uber, âsafety first,â he mutters into your mouth before he pulls your seatbelt around you to buckle. You could laugh at how cautious he is but the seatbelt doesn't stop him from trying to pull you close enough to almost be in his lap, his mouth leaving open-mouthed kisses down your neck and to your chest. never in your life have you ever spoken in an Uber let alone almost strip in the backseat but if Chan had asked you would have. and when you're in the elevator you almost forget to press what floor you're trying to make it to, chan asks if you want to go to your place or his, and your response is you pulling his keys from his front pocket fingers brushing his straining cock making him whine in your ear. âYours,â you say into your kiss, pressing the keys to his chest before he's dragging you to his door fumbling with the key ring.Â
Chan pushes his jacket from your shoulders once the door is closed and locked behind him. your hands jolt out to grab both his biceps and he stops in his tracks, âdo we need to slow down?â the pure concern on his face is enough to make your knees weak, âwe can stop if it's too much,â you will kindly choke on him for being so worried.Â
âno, I want you to fuck me I just really wanted to see sturdy the handles ill be holding will be when you're in me,â your nails dig into his arms and he gives a soft whine.Â
âYou're so fucking perfect,â it's a groan into your mouth as he wraps himself back around you walking you backward towards the bedroom. he slaps the lights on before you make contact with the bed. he breaks the kiss letting you sit, the comforter soft against your bare legs. chan gets to his knees in front of you tugging off your boots, kissing the inside of your knee, and sending a bolt right to your center. âHow many times do you think I can make you cum?â He asks pulling off your socks before kissing up your thigh. He runs his hands up your calves before grabbing the back of your knees and spreading your legs.Â
âI don't know you might have to try really hard to get me there once,â he scoffs before nipping your inner thigh with his teeth, your knees instantly try to close but he shakes his head.Â
âMaybe we start our own bet, I get you to come at least three times and then you owe me another date,âÂ
âAnother one? could you remind me of the first time?âÂ
âI haven't fucked you hard enough to forget simple things yet baby,â he stands tugging his tank top off by pulling the back of the collar. your mouth is dry at the sight of him leaning back on your hands to take him in. Those jeans are low on his hips as he toes out of his shoes, âtake your top off,â he nods, popping the button of his jeans.Â
you follow your orders, you're braless, nipples already hard and aching for attention. âYou listen so well,â he tugs the zipper of his jeans down but doesn't pull his pants down. Instead, he leans over you, kissing you down your neck until he makes it to your tits, sucking one nipple between his teeth and rolling the other one between his fingers. you open your legs to him, your shorts are too tight all of a sudden, too hot. lacing your fingers in his hair you throw your head back as he gives your nipple a tug with his teeth before switching to the neglected side. you moan rolling your hips into his clothed bulge and he sinks deeper into the cradle of your hips. âthe prettiest girl making the prettiest sounds,â you whimper at his words knowing you are completely soaked.Â
chan pulls away letting you lay out on the mattress before he hooks his fingers in your shorts and panties tugging them down your legs. he moans at the sight of you laid out before him, he tugs one of your legs to the side to reveal more of you to him, glistening under the lights. never has he been so excited to devour someone and that's just what he does, not waiting before his mouth is on you. he groans against your clit the vibration making your knees weak, âyou taste as good as you look,â he wraps his arms under and around your thighs to spread you wide before diving back in.Â
your hands twist in his duvet, your orgasm building faster than it ever has before. your back arching off the bed before you start riding his face so close to the edge that you don't expect his fingers until they are pressed right against the gummy spot inside you and youâre seeing spots as you cum. Chan is licking you clean as you ride out your high before he stands fingers in his mouth watching your legs twitch. âThat was one,â a cocky grin present as he moves around to the nightstand to pull out a condom.Â
you sit up on your elbows watching him strip, thick veiny cock hitting his stomach. He climbs up on the bed resting against the pillows and headboard before rolling the condom on. âif your legs still work I'd love it if you gave me a ride,â
âand if they don't?â you ask watching him spit into his hand before grabbing himself and tugging loosely.Â
âI'll sit here and finish by myself but wouldn't it be so much fun to watch me disappearing into you?â you can feel yourself flutter at the thought. pulling yourself up and crawling up the bed to chan he grabs your hips to help steady yourself as you straddle him. you sink your hips down letting your wetness coat the condom, Chan's head is thrown back as he whines, âPlease don't tease me,â his thumbs digging in hard enough to bruise your waist like a belt.Â
âWhiny baby,â you coo, pressing a kiss over his pulse, the rapid beating so similar to your own as you reach down between you two to guide him to your entrance. Chan is gasping when you sink onto him, slowly inching down and rising every few strokes before you're finally stretched enough to sink fully seated on him. his tight stomach fluttering under your hands as you use him as leverage to rise again. you can feel him so deep he's kissing your womb, right in your throat.âgod you're so fucking warm, just fucking right,â he moans half-lidded eyes watching where your bodies meet, you'regoing too slow for him and he flicks his hips up to watch himself disappear in the sweetest cunt he's ever had.Â
âyou're so big,â you whimper reaching for one of his hands to press into your pelvis, the added pressure makes your head fall forward in a moan, âyou feel so good,âÂ
âChoke me please,â he moans head on the pillows as he plants his heels to get more leverage to thrust into you, âplease,â the whimper he lets out nearly sends you over the edge. you use one of your hands to wrap around his throat, the vein pulsing under the tips of your fingers. âharder baby I can take it,â you nod at his words increasing the pressure you have on him, his eyes fluttering shut as he snaps his hips up into you. He keeps his hand pressed to your pelvis and he can feel each thrust meet the heel of his palm. your knees planted firmly against the mattress he lets go of your hip to press his thumb into your clit. you cry out as he keeps up his brutal pace rubbing your clit in circles and driving you over the edge. you can't even move as he pulls out not wanting to cum at the feel of you squeezing him just yet. your hand still around his neck as you come down from your high, breathing labored.Â
âThat was two,â he smirks when you sit up, twitching when your clit brushed his thigh. âonto three,â he wraps his arms around you flipping you over so that you're now laying where he had been. he pushes your legs up so that your shins are against his chest. he can't help himself, he's not even in you and he's trying to rut against your legs, his whines and moans sounding almost pained. âplease I need to feel you, all of you,â he begs, âI promise ill pull out I just want to feel you,â his breathy pleas pressed right into your ear, hair sticking to your sweaty cheeks. You're holding onto his shoulders nodding without thinking twice because you need to feel him so bad. He reaches down to roll the condom back off not caring anymore about anything but being in you as deep as possible. As close as possible. Â
you cry out when he sinks back in, so much warmer and thicker than before, every ridge in his cock fitting perfectly with you. your hands slip down to his biceps nails digging back in as you hold on as Chan snaps his hips forward moaning deep enough that you feel the rumble in his stomach pressed against your legs.Â
chan is fucking you so hard the headboard is hitting the wall, he's pounding in over and over that your toes are curling. Then he sinks his hips finding a new angle until he's hitting your gummy spot, your head falls back and he presses his open mouth to your neck moaning against your skin the feeling singing all the way to your teeth. âI needed to feel you, I needed to feel that you're mine,â his words are choppy as he keeps up his pace. âyou feel so fucking right,â he pulls back enough to push your legs a bit wider and he's back to his pace, your back arching into him. You're full of electricity, every nerve humming as he rocks back and forth. you can feel him twitch inside you and Chan knows he wouldn't be able to pull out even if he tried.Â
he fully seats himself in you as he cums, thick hot ropes of it filling you up. his moan is so loud in your ear and the feeling of his release triggers your third orgasm, your cry half scream as you follow right after him.Â
Chan's never cum so much in his life, his hips moving lazily as you flutter around his cock taking everything he has to offer. when he pulls out a trail of your mixed fluids follows, so much so that it makes a puddle on the duvet under you. Chan runs his finger through the cream rubbing it up your clit and back down to your entrance before he leans over and licks you clean. âChan!â your knees are shaking, tears threatening to spill as he pulls himself back up pressing his mouth to yours and letting some of the cum he's collected spill onto your tongue. he kisses away the saltiness before pulling back, to gaze down on you, âthat was three, looks like you owe me one more date,â
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i like aemond and his niece marriage live with they children they so adorable. but i wanna see the children spend day with grandparent like with alicent look like or with rhaenyra when they go to dragonstone. and perhaps do criston ( reader true father ) as grandpa in secret look likeâŠ.
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Aemond Targaryen x reader velaryonÂĄNiece!
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Your heart was beating with an enthusiasm you could barely contain as you made your way to your mother's chambers. The news of her arrival, delivered by one of your ladies that morning, had been a ray of joy in your day. You decided to bring Laenor with you, as the other children were immersed in their usual activities.
As you reached the door to the chambers, the guards opened it wide. You entered with a mix of excitement and nervousness, searching for your mother around the room. You found her resting on one of the luxurious pieces of furniture, her figure elegantly serene.
"My sweet girl," Rhaenyra exclaimed upon seeing you, her eyes shining with a warm, maternal light. She extended her arms towards you, and your heart overflowed with nostalgia as you saw her familiar face, as radiant as ever.
"Mother," you said in a trembling voice, feeling how time faded in her presence. "Father," you added, addressing Daemon as well. The prince, with his usual roguish charm, greeted you with a smile full of affection.
"Iâm so glad youâre here," you said, taking a seat beside her and wasting no time bringing Laenor closer to her arms so she could see him better.
Rhaenyra took the baby with great care, avoiding waking him, as her eyes scanned every detail of Laenor's face with a mix of wonder and joy. She rocked him gently, and you couldnât help but feel immensely proud at that moment.
"Heâs so beautiful," she murmured, her voice filled with sweetness as she stroked the fine, delicate hair of the baby with a trembling hand.
Daemon approached to observe the little one, placing a hand on your shoulder and squeezing it tenderly. "He looks like you," he commented with a sincere smile, which you mirrored on your face.
"Where are Jace and Luke?" you asked, looking for the children around the room. You only saw Joffrey, who was playing with his toys on the floor. You stood up and approached him with a smile.
"Where are Jace and Luke?" you asked, looking for the children around the room. You only saw Joffrey, who was playing with his toys on the floor. You stood up and approached him with a smile.
"Somewhere in the castle," your mother replied, her attention entirely focused on the baby.
"Joff," you called softly, crouching beside him. The dark-haired child turned at your presence, his eyes shining with excitement and surprise.
"Y/N!" he shouted with joy, throwing himself into your arms. You welcomed him in a warm embrace, letting out a small laugh as you held him close.
"Look how much youâve grown," you said, running your hand through his thick, curly brown hair. "Has your dragon hatched yet?"
"Yes, yes, it has," he responded enthusiastically, extending his hands into the air to show you how big it would become. "And it will grow this big."
"I donât doubt it," you said, smiling as you took his hand and stood up. "By the way, I have something to show you."
You guided Joffrey to where you had been sitting before, carefully bringing him closer to Laenor, who had now awakened. His violet eyes scanned the room with curiosity.
"This is your nephew, Laenor," you said, taking Joffrey's hand and gently guiding it to touch the baby's cheek. Laenor directed all his attention toward the boy in front of him. "What do you think?"
"Laenor," Joffrey repeated, seeming to reflect on the name. Suddenly, Laenor smiled and let out a few babbles towards Joffrey, bringing a smile to the older boyâs face. "Look, Mama! Heâs smiling at me!" he exclaimed excitedly, looking at Rhaenyra with joy.
Rhaenyra, touched by the scene, watched her children with a tender expression. "So it seems," she commented, her voice filled with emotion.
They spent some time talking and enjoying their time together until Laenor began to show signs of hunger. You decided to leave to feed the baby, allowing your mother to rest after her long journey.
You walked down the hallways towards the nursery, the place where your children usually played. Just as you turned a corner, you saw Luke and Jace walking back to your motherâs chambers.
"Guys," you called with a smile, and they turned at the sound of your voice. Recognizing you, they quickly approached, with Luke being the first to embrace you immediately.
"Oh, look, Jace," Luke said, pointing to Laenor, whom you were holding in your arms. Without hesitation, Luke extended his arms and took the baby in his hands with a gesture of admiration.
"Where were you?" you asked as you took Jace by the arm and started walking towards the nursery. The two boys followed, with Luke completely absorbed in playing with Laenor.
"In the yard," Jace replied, running a hand lazily through his hair.
"Whatâs his name?" Luke asked, lifting the baby in the air. Laenor let out a series of giggles and small cries of joy, delighted by the game.
"His name is Laenor," you answered with a smile. Jace, upon hearing the name, looked at you with an expression of surprise and nostalgia. "Laenor," he repeated, his voice laden with an emotion that seemed to evoke memories.
They continued walking until they reached the nursery, where you found Aerion, Vaera, and Vaerys, already entertained with their usual games. They werenât alone; Queen Alicent was there, smiling sweetly while playing with the twins, their golden hair shining in the light streaming through the window. Ser Criston Cole, standing nearby, was conversing softly with Aerion, offering a patient smile to the boy, who seemed to be listening intently.
Upon entering the nursery, you paused for a moment to observe Queen Alicent, who looked up from her game with the twins upon noticing your presence. Her face lit up with a friendly smile, but there was still that assessing look that always seemed present in her expression. You inclined your head in a respectful bow. "Your Majesty," you greeted courteously. Jace and Luke, following your example, also bowed, though you noticed the stiffness in their movements, clearly tense in the presence of the queen and her knight.
Alicent returned the greeting with a nod, though it was evident her eyes were now on the baby in Luke's arms. "Y/N," she began in a kindly tone, "I see the little ones are well accompanied today."
"Yes, Your Majesty," you replied with a faint smile. "I wanted my children to spend time with their uncles." Alicent nodded slowly, although a fleeting expression of discomfort crossed her face. It seemed she had noticed the tension in the air.
Ser Criston, ever observant, stepped forward with a slight bow, clearly more directed towards you than your brothers. "Princess," he greeted formally, before stepping back a little from Aerion, giving you the space you needed.
Alicent turned to Criston and nodded slightly, as if they had shared a silent understanding. "Perhaps we should let them enjoy a family moment," she suggested with a polite smile. "Aerion, Vaera, Vaerys," she called softly to the children, "Iâm afraid I must go, but I hope you continue to enjoy your day."
The children nodded obediently, although Aerion seemed slightly disappointed that his conversation with Ser Criston had been interrupted. Alicent waved them off with a gentle gesture before turning and leaving the room, followed by Ser Criston, who gave you one last bow before following her.
With the departure of the queen and her knight, the atmosphere in the nursery immediately relaxed. The children looked at you expectantly, their eyes bright with curiosity as they observed the two boys accompanying you. You smiled, noting the impatience on their faces, and leaned down toward them, ready to make introductions.
"Children," you began, adopting a jovial tone, "I want to introduce you to my brothers. This is Jacaerys, but you can call him Jace," you indicated the older of the two boys, who flashed a friendly smile and nodded. "And this is Lucerys, but we call him Luke," you added, pointing to the younger one, who greeted them with a shy bow.
Aerion, always the most curious of your children, immediately stepped forward, his eyes shining with excitement. "Are you princes?" he asked with a mix of wonder and admiration, his voice full of interest. "Do you have dragons too?"
Luke smiled at the childâs direct question. "Yes, we are princes," he replied modestly, "and we do have dragons. My dragonâs name is Arrax."
Aerion's eyes widened even more, and he wasted no time in asking another question. "Is Arrax big? Does he fly fast? And what about Jace's dragon?"
Jace let out a small laugh at Aerion's enthusiasm, crouching down to be at his height. "My dragonâs name is Vermax," he replied with a warm smile, "and yes, heâs very fast, although not as big as some other dragons. But someday heâll grow much larger."
While Aerion continued bombarding Luke and Jace with questions â"Whatâs it like to fly? Is it scary or fun? Have you ever fallen?"â the twins, Vaera and Vaerys, approached Jace with cautious steps. One of them, Vaerys, gently tugged on his sleeve, her big violet eyes filled with curiosity.
"Is your dragon very pretty?" she asked innocently, her voice sweet like a childâs melody.
Jace, moved by the girls' tenderness, crouched to their level and nodded. "Yes, Vermax is very pretty. He has scales of a deep green color and golden eyes that shine like the sun."
Vaera, the other twin, looked at Jace with growing fascination. "Will you teach us to fly on him someday?" she asked, her cheeks flushing with excitement.
Jace laughed softly. "Well, that might be a little complicated," he replied kindly, "but perhaps we can watch him fly from the ground. I promise you, it's an impressive sight."
The twins exchanged excited glances and squeezed each other, clearly delighted by the idea. Aerion, not stopping, continued firing off questions, while Jace and Luke answered with patience and occasional laughter.
Meanwhile, Laenor had been left to his own devices on the floor, and with the determination of a curious baby, he began to crawl across the ground. Slowly, he made his way toward you, his violet eyes fixed on your face. When he reached you, he grabbed onto your knees, trying to pull himself up with little murmurs of effort. You couldn't help but smile at his perseverance.
"Come on, little warrior!" you encouraged him softly, leaning down to help him get a better grip. Laenor wobbled for a moment, but with a proud smile, he managed to stand up, leaning on you for support. The children's laughter echoed again, contagious with the joy of the moment.
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Taking care of you - L. Hamilton
Summary: Y/n broke her wrist and Lewis is taking care of her. Genre: fluff
Pain.
The muscles were contracted, released, contracted, just like in the rhythm of a heartbeat. The pain moved to the rest of her arm, it reached her shoulder. Something was hurting Y/nâs stomach, as well. Brick? Stone?
She turned on her back and squeezed her eyes closed. Her arm was hurting even more now. She held in her breath. Stop, stop, stop. I can't handle this, were the words that were going through her mind. She almost forgot that her arm was in a cast and that she had surgery a week ago. Everything around her was annoying her; the darkness of the night, the heavy blanket with the hotel scent, the pillow what was way too hard for her liking, the light crack under the door, she even got annoyed by herself.
A broken wrist, that is what's happening, she thought.Â
Tears escaped her eyes, and she gasped for air. "Fuck," she mumbled and pressed her head in the pillow.
It felt like a knife was digging in her wrist, what absolutely happened during the surgery, but why do I feel it now? Minutes passed, hoping the pain would go away and could have a proper amount of sleep time. Not to mention she was in Singapore, which meant it was time for a jet lag.
Lewis woke up by the heavy breaths Y/n took. He didn't feel her moving and twirling around, but he knew she were awake. Soft sobs filled the hotel room.
"Babe," Lewis mumbled and turned on a small light. "Are you alright?" His deep voice overmastered the sounds of the sobs in the room. She turned her head towards him, and she saw his look soften. "Babe..." he whispered worriedly.
"It's nothing," she pressed the words over her lips. He brought his hand to her face and dried her cheeks. "I somehow managed to lay on my arm, and there got pressure on it." Her watery eyes showed pain. "It hurts so fucking much," she groaned.
He pressed a kiss on her forehead.
"I can't have meds yet. My goodness. There's nothing I can do." Y/nâs voice cracked.
Lewis gently wrapped his arms around her, trying not to touch her painful arm, but to comfort her. "You can lay your arm over my stomach, babe," he whispered. He could feel the tension and fear of accidentally making the wrong movements on Y/n.
"But this is heavy," she mumbled softly and pressed the side of her face in his chest.
"We have pillows enough," he said and looked around for another pillow. He grabbed one of the ground - with a lot of yoga exercises, and placed it on his stomach. "There you go."
With gentle movements, Y/n lifted up her arm and placed it on the pillow, on Lewis' stomach. "Is it not hurting or annoying you?"
He let out a soft chuckle; even though she knew it was better for herself, she always made sure others were good too. "I'm fine, love. Don't worry about me," Lewis said and removed a piece of her hair from her face by stroking it behind her ear.
"Thank you, Lew," she mumbled. It was still hurting, and it was a nasty, throbbing pain, but it was better.
âą
After the two free practices of Friday, Lewis opened the hotel door of his shared room with his girlfriend. The practices were fine, there wasn't much to complain about. Lewis was acting like nothing was going on, but he was worried about Y/n; she was in pain and begging for more painkillers. She usually refuse to take meds when it wasn't necessary, but this time she begged for it. It was breaking his heart.
The room was dark, not to mention it was evening. He threw his bag on the ground and walked towards the bed. A smile spread out on his lips when he saw Y/n peacefully asleep. He grabbed the laptop from the bed and paused the film she were watching. It was almost near its end, there was a chance she didn't know what kind of movie this was because she fell quickly asleep.
"My dearest Y/n/n, it's time to wake up," Lewis sang and kissed her cheek.
"Hmm," Y/n hummed and turned on her back.
He started to press small kisses on her lips and on the corners of her mouth. She giggled and placed her hand on his bicep. Lewis relaxed his muscles and locked his lips with hers.
Y/n pulled back and looked Lewis in the eyes. "Hey," she whispered.
"Hey, gorgeous," he smiled. "How are you?" He brought up his hand to her face to place a piece of hair behind her ear.
She looked in his brown eyes. "Alright. You?"
"Better now I see you," he winked. She smirked. "Are you in for dinner or have you already eaten?"
"It's midnight or something." It was midnight where they were, in Singapore, but their bodies still think it's five o'clock since they were still in the Europe mindset.
"So?" Lewis spoke. "Are you in or not? Otherwise, I will call someone else." A cheeky smile was spread out on his face.
âLike?â
âToto.â
She closed her eyes. "You will not."
"Make me."
She opened her right eye and looked at him. "You know I can knock you out easily, right?" He squeezed his eyebrows together but quickly realises she talked aboard her arm. "Well?"
"You just come to dinner with me," he breathed and sat up. "Get dressed. I heard there's a nice rooftop restaurant."
Y/n sat up and felt the heavy plaster. A sigh rolled over her lips, she was already tired of it. "Only if you will help me," she mumbled and got up. "I tried to go to the shop and get something to eat, but I can't fasten my own bra, so that part was making it stop. I can't do anything on my own," she complained and grabbed some clothes from the suitcase; a simple jeans, a white t-shirt and a bra. With a lot of struggles, yoga poses and swearwords, she managed to get on the trousers.
"I can't handle this anymore," she ranted and threw her shirt on the bed. "I can't do anything, everything hurts, I feel like I have smoked too much weed. Absobloodylutely amazing. I know I should not complain, but I still will do it.â
Lewis snorted and grabbed her bra from the ground. He held the bra in front of her chest and carefully helped taking it on.
"One, two or three?"
"One, two or three?" Y/n asked, confused.
"Tight, medium or loose?"
"Oh, medium," she answered.
His fingertips were touching her skin when he fastened the strap of her bra. She could feel his hands on her upper arms and his warm lips on her shoulder. She closed her eyes and enjoyed his touch, goosebumps spread out on her body. He pressed more kisses on her shoulder, leading up to her neck and jaw. Her breathing became heavier.
"Come," he mumbled against her skin. "We need to go."
She deeply breathed out and came back to reality. "I'm sorry I'm not the funniest or amazing person right now, and I wish I could act differently. Why did you even take me to here? It's not like I can do things," she mumbled and pulled the shirt over her head.
Lewis snorted. "You really think I would leave you behind in Monaco? Your family is on vacation, so are your friends. No one is home.â
"I can perfectly take care of myself."
"Yeah, sure," Lewis sarcastically said. "You can't even put on your own bra."
She licked her lips and pressed them into a thin line. "You got me there," Y/n said and brushed her hair. "Can you make a ponytail or something?"
Lewis gently grabbed her hair together and made a ponytail. She turned around and put on the sling for her arm.
"Thanks," she smiled. "Thanks for everything."
"Y/n, you don't have to thank me," he said and gave her a kiss. "I love you."
"I love you too."
They left the hotel room and made way up to the rooftop restaurant.
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alternate ending ; sharing a bed ; chan
original sharing a bed one-shot with chan.
author's note: i do love the final smut edit (and it's my most popular piece so clearly i was right!) but i always missed this fluff version. the love confession is very cute in this one.
content info: still some suggestive content, the first half of the story is the same and there's some heavy kissing, but this is definitely the fluffy director's cut lol
word count: 1800 words
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You let yourself into Chanâs room, expecting to find him awake and working despite the hour.  Whenever you sleep over, your friend is more than happy to let you sleep in his bed when you canât get comfy on the couch.  Many nights have passed that way, nestled under his blankets and falling asleep to his typing and clicking and absent-minded humming.  He likes to work through his nights so you sleep until morning then leave when he turns in. Â
He must have been tired tonight. His laptop is shut, the room dark save for the little flickering lights of his computer station. Chan is in bed already, laying with his back to you and the blankets tucked around him. He is sound asleep, so much so that he didnât even hear your gentle knocks.Â
You feel bad for disturbing him now.  Commandeering his bed is a little different when he is already in it.
You turn to leave when the blankets rustle behind you. Chanâs groggy voice breaks through the silence, a raspy, âBabygirl? That you?âÂ
Maybe itâs the cold floor under your bare feet, maybe itâs the late hour, or maybe itâs the roughness in his voice, but despite how many times Chan has playfully and affectionately called you baby girl, this time a little shiver brushes up your spine.Â
You turn back around, wrapping your arms around yourself.  Thanks to the faint light from his work area, you can see Chan clearly even in the dark. He has rolled onto his back and is rubbing a hand over his face.Â
âSorry, Channie,â you whisper. âYou sleep. Itâs fine.âÂ
His blanket slips down his bare chest and he drops his arm, looking at you with crinkled, sleepy eyes. His curly hair is an endearing mess, though your eyes go a little lower when the blanket falls to his waistline. You quickly lift your gaze from his abdomen to his sleepy eyes. He squints at you as he adjusts to the darkness. Â
âEverything all right?â he asks, still groggy.Â
âYeah, donât worry,â you say, as if that has ever stopped Chan from worrying anyway.Â
He is a little more awake now, his brow pinching as he looks at you. All at once his face goes slack with realization. A smile pushes at his dimples.Â
âRight,â he says. âThe couch sucks, yeah? Sorry, wasnât thinkingââ
âDonât apologize,â you say with a little laugh. âItâs your bed.âÂ
âAuuggh,â he says with faux-agony, âIâm such a bad host.âÂ
You cannot hide your amusement, smiling when he slaps a melodramatic hand over his heart. As usual, the goofball makes himself giggle with his dumb little theatrics, the sound twinkling in its delight. Your heart skips a beat. Â
âAll right,â he says. âNo worries. Big bed. You wanna share?âÂ
It isnât really a question because he doesnât wait for an answer, flipping open the covers for you to slide in.Â
When you step towards the bed, he throws up a cautionary hand and laughs again.
âSorry, uh, just wait one second,â he says. âIâm not, uh, technically decent.â
Your eyes drop again. The blankets only just reach his hips and when he shifts to get out of bed, it becomes abundently clear that Chan is completely naked under the covers.  You very nearly choke on your own spit, swallowing hard as your frantic eyes dart around his body. He is seemingly oblivious to your startled state, turning his back to you as he steps out of the bed. The sheet slips smoothly off his body.
Without thinking, you spin around to give him some privacy. This plan fails spectacularly as his closet door is a big mirror and you end up looking at him through it.Â
He is nonchalant, walking up to his dresser. Your view is his backside but you have no complaints. You know you shouldnât stare, but you do, eyes on the breadth of his shoulders, the definition of his arms, going down his sturdy back to his ass where you linger a beat longer, then diving down his strong thighs until the view is blocked by his bed.  You watch him step into a pair of boxers, doing a little jump before snapping the band around his hips. He turns around and you quickly close your eyes, grateful he cannot hear your heart going a mile a minute.Â
âAll right,â he says pleasantly. âAll good now. Come on.âÂ
He gets in the bed first and holds it open for you. He is smiling so sweetly and you feel like the worldâs nastiest horniest monster, gawping at him as you stumble to the bed. You try not to think about how Naked Chan was laying between these sheets just moments ago. Â
Somehow, you slide into the bed without making a huge fool of yourself. You even manage to settle down, albeit stiffly. So stiffly that Chan notices and laughs again, that same bubbly giggle as he reaches out to tweak your nose.Â
âYâokay?â he asks, his bare face so open and sweet that you melt with both affection and embarrassment.Â
âMhm,â you lie. Your heart skips another beat when your leg brushes his under the covers.Â
âCâmere, silly,â he says, wrapping his arm around you and tugging you across the bed.  You go with a squeak of surprise, planting your face in his bare chest.  âBetter?â he asks.
âMmmhf.â
With a little more shuffling, you settle again.  Chan lays on his back with one arm wrapped around you, you on your side just as snuggly holding onto him. You rest your head on his chest, your fingers bouncing where they rest on his abdomen.  It takes a lot of effort not to start tracing the lines of his body, and even more effort not to drool all over him, but you do manage.Â
Your heart is still beating quickly. You are way too awake to just drift off.  Still, there is something cozy and safe about laying in his arms. Even though you canât sleep, you are content to rest in silence. Your close your eyes and let your breathing follow the same cadence of his chest as it lifts and falls.Â
You begin to slip into a drowsy, dream-like state, but you are awake enough that you feel his hand slip down your back. It doesnât go lower, but he touches the base of your spine and holds you a little closer to him.
âBaby girl,â he whispers. âYou awake?âÂ
You are lucky you donât mewl like an overly amorous kitten. A few little pets and a whispered name and he almost has you whimpering.Â
Not trusting yourself to behave, you pretend you are fully asleep.   He just sighs, his thumb rubbing a little circle on your lower back. You keep your eyes firmly shut the whole time.Â
âIâm so fucking stupid,â he whispers.
He sounds exasperated. You donât think itâs your fault, because he lovingly tips his head to rest it on yours. There is another moment of silence, so you assume he was talking to himself about nothing particular, but then he releases a deep breath.Â
âI told myself I was gonna talk to you tonight,â he says, still whispering and still exasperated. âTalk to her when you meet for coffee, Chan. Buy her favourite tea and tell her. Tell her now, Chan, while sheâs sitting on your couch. Donât hide in your room. Sheâs hugging you, Chan, tell her now...âÂ
You try not to get ahead of yourself, but it sounds like your friend is grumbling his way through a love confession. A grin tugs at the corners of your mouth.
âDoes it count if I tell you while youâre sleeping?â he asks.
Yes, you think. You massive dork.
You have no idea how one man can be so dweeby and so hot at the same time, but Chan manages it. His hand covers your hip while his other hand brushes hair out of your face. Is he staring at you with the same lovestruck goofiness that you looked at him?
You get your answer when he speaks again.Â
âLove you, baby girl,â he says, voice gone even softer than his previous whispers. His hand falls away and he sighs. âMaybe youâll, like, internalize it or something, in your sleep, yeah? Please. âCause Iâm crazy about you. I love you so much. Iâm so fucking stupid. What am I even doing right now? Fuck, Iâm a fucking idiot.âÂ
You crack an eye open. His eyes are closed and he looks incredibly pained by his performance despite thinking you didnât even hear it.  Â
Joy is a bubbly thing in your chest, threatening to burst out of you with an explosion of giggles. You restrain yourself in favour of another manouvre.Â
You shift as if moving in your sleep. Your hand slides up his chest and hooks onto his shoulder while you lift your head. He must be looking at you because you feel a little puff of breath against your cheek.Â
âChannie,â you murmur in a sleepy voice.Â
âYeah, baby, Iâm here. Whatâs up?âÂ
You blink your eyes open and hit him with the most tender, wanting expression you can muster.  He visibly swallows.Â
You wrap your hand around the back of his neck, your nails scratching the way he likes. Sometimes he just plops his head in your lap and shoves your hand somewhere up there to tickle and scratch his head. You know what makes him happy and it causes the usual shiver of pleasure.  Combined with your steady gaze, it makes him effectively pliant. You easily pull his head closer.Â
The once impossible space between you is finally closed. Your lips come together in a gentle, careful kiss, one that is interrupted by his sharp intake of breath. You take in a shaky breath of your own.Â
âChan,â you whisper. âI love you too.âÂ
âOh,â he says, staring at your mouth. âGood. Thatâs good.â  He smiles when you giggle, then he brushes his nose against yours. âGood thing. Otherwise it would have been really awkward when I do this.âÂ
He rolls over you, kissing you with such ardor that you feel as if you are melting into his sheets. You hum sweetly against his lips as he gathers your hands to pin them by your head. When he licks into your mouth, you arch against him and make him moan. Your knees cradle his hips as he settles against you. Â
His head falls to the crook of your neck where he kisses you softly.Â
âChan,â you say, a breathy sound. You wrap your arms around his neck.Â
âYeah, baby girl,â he says. He kisses under your jaw, your cheek, then your mouth again. âI got you,â he says.Â
Knowing itâs true, you smile into the next kiss.Â
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Clingy - Ollie Bearman
Words: 1,211 Summary: Ollie just wants to touch his girlfriend. Which is a bit of a problem when the public doesnât know about your relationship. (Requested)
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Ollie Bearman adores his girlfriend. The sky is blue, Charles Leclerc is a future world champion, and Ollie Bearman adores his girlfriend. Those are facts of life as far as he is concerned.
But honestly he dares anyone to not adore her. Sheâs perfect. Her eyes shine, lighting up and nearly glittering. She listens attentively to everything and everyone. Her hand perfectly fits in his. She always has a sarcastic comment on hand. He has hundreds of thousands of things he loves about her, adores about her, and they all make her perfect.
And itâs hard for him to pick one thing he loves the most about her. Thereâs the excitement on her face that greets him every time they see each other. Or how she rubs at his earlobe when they fly together. Maybe itâs how she knows all of his favorite things, from snacks, candy, music. But really, itâs the way she lets him cling to her.
He always has to be touching her. It embarrasses everyone they know, the way he just clings to her, gluing himself to every inch of her that he can. His parents, his mom especially, pleads with him to give her space, to let her breath, but he canât help but touch. Her best friend, every time she sees them, always groans, telling them to get a room. Dinoâs face screws up in disgust, usually mock. And she just laughs, running a hand over him, leaning more into him, silently letting him know that itâs fine and that she wants him to touch.
But now, she wonât let him touch, cling, and he pouts.
âBaby,â He whines, reaching out for her, but she stays where she is. âOllie, if you touch me now, you wonât stop.â âI know.â Her hand comes up to rub at her chest. âAnd you canât do that or fans will find out.â He shakes his head. âThey wonât! Weâre only around Prema and they all know not to post photos of us.â She looks unsure. âNo fans will be able to see us. Please let me hold you. And Iâll stop as soon as we leave this area.â She still looks unsure but opens her arms, stepping forward and he quickly meets her.
His arms wrap around her tight, hands finding their way underneath her shirt, to get some much-needed skin contact.
âThis is so much better.â He breathes, eyes closing as he lets the feel of her wash over him.
Thirty minutes later when they move to go to Premaâs motorhome, he doesnât stop touching her. His arm slung around her shoulder, keeping her close as he kept dipping his head down to brush his lips across the top of her head, no matter how difficult it makes it to walk. Heâs so wrapped up in her, and her in him, they both fail to notice the person taking a picture of them.
Then later when itâs dark and all the fans and press are gone, only the teams are allowed to still be at the track, a group of them all go to where the fans sit on camping chairs and blankets, sitting on the grass somewhat close together.
âThis is nice.â She murmurs. He smiles, moving a little so she can rest against him. âIsnât it? We donât get to really ever hang out like this. I mean at restaurants and clubs, sure. But thereâs never this many of us at the track together and chilling.â She looks around at the drivers that came with.
Dino, Paul, Jak, Christian and Pepe are all throwing something at each other. Luke watches them and is clearly trying not to laugh as they keep nearly dropping whatever they are throwing. Dennis is fiddling with his phone that's connected to the speaker he brought, Arthur standing behind him also looking at the phone screen.
âItâs a good group.â He laughs, âwell, I would hope so since they are all my friends.â âYou have more than I thought. Track friends.â She clarifies. âWhen we first got together, I thought maybe youâd have two or three. But youâve got nine, they all are amazing.â âItâs too bad Fred couldnât be here.â âYeah.â She agrees. âBut weâll see him next week.â
He doesnât really think about the day. It was just a normal Thursday, it was whatever. He went over the data he needed to, did a few interviews, did some funny stuff for socials. The two things that stick out are her being there and him being able to cling to her and the hangout they had.
He wakes up on Friday to his girlfriend not beside him, but rather standing at the foot of the bed. âWhat happened?â âA fan took a picture of us yesterday. And Christian posted a few photos on his Instagram story last night and in the very background you can see us.â âFuck.â He breathes. âYeah.â
âWeâll just have to be a bit more careful today.â He finally says, sitting up. She gives him a look, âI think it might be best if I stay here for the rest of the weekend, or just stay away from the track.â âWhat? No!â âBaby, I love that you want to touch me all the time. I would never change that about you.â She tells him, moving onto the bed and holding his hand. âBut, we are supposed to be secret. And yâknow, we tried me coming to a race and now we know that we canât do that.â He thinks about her words for all of a second before shaking his head. âNo.â âOllie.â âNo.â He tells her. âI know that we were supposed to wait until like August to be public, but itâs not like everyone doesnât already know that Iâm signed with Haas for next year. And Iâve already signed the contract with them. They canât rip it apart because of this.â
He sighs when she doesnât say anything, carefully taking her face in between his palms. âLet me worry about what Haas might or might not do. This is on me after all for being clingy.â Her hands come up, fingers wrapping around his wrists. âI love that you're clingy.â Ollie smiles, blood rushing to his face at the quiet words. âIt will be okay.â He tells her, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to her lips. âPromise.â âOkay.â She agrees, smiling at him. âJust promise me that you wonât put your hand in my back pocket.â His eyes widened, âYou canât ask me to do that. Thatâs like asking me not to kiss you.â Her nose wrinkles as he presses a kiss to it. âI can ask that. I donât think we need pictures of us with your hand on my ass.â He pouts, hands moving from her face to her hips, giving them a squeeze. âBut itâs so nice.â He whines before sighing. âFine. But only if I can put my hand under your shirt.â âWell, I canât deprive you of everything.â âExactly.â He grins. She shakes her head, but thereâs a smile playing on her lips as she gets off the bed, extending a hand out to him. âCâmon baby, letâs get ready for our first appearance as a couple.â
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Nothing More Than An Animal
Title: Nothing More Than An Animal
Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI
Pairing: Henry!Wolverine (Cavillrine) x Female!Reader
Word Count: 2.6K
Summary: After entering a dangerous biker bar alone, youâre almost assaulted. You are saved by a mutant with metal claws who might be more animal than man.
Warnings: alcohol use, swearing, unwanted attention, bar fight, Wolvie being Wolvie, unprotected p-in-v sex, creampie, mention of bodily fluids, claw kink
Beta: @peyton-warren
A/N: The title is taken from this quote from Savage Wolverine #13: âMost people think I'm nothing more than an animal!â Thank you to my amazing beta, Peyton, for giving me this idea in the first place.
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You couldnât help yourself. You stand across the street from the biker bar, a flickering streetlamp above you casting an off-white haze. The only thing keeping you from entering the establishment is your sense of self-preservation. This place, Torque Tavern, screams danger. But that only draws you in further.
Youâre dressed in your usual style: your favorite Joan Jett shirt with the sleeves cut off, a denim jacket, a pair of figure-hugging black jeans, and a pair of Doc Martens boots. While normally you walk around with a sense of power, tonight was different.
A chill in the air makes you wrap your arms around yourself. You step off the curb into a dirty puddle, crossing the street after looking both ways. With your hand on the bar door, you pull it open and step inside.
The smell of stale beer and tobacco smoke hits your nostrils as the door closes behind you. A dozen heads turn to you, and your heart pounds. You look across the dimly lit room and notice one person who hasnât paid you any attention, sitting on a stool at the L-shaped bar. You walk up and sit on a stool, a couple of seats away from the large man.
While you wait for the bartender to attend to you, you peek at the behemoth that sits near you. Wild, dark hair that comes to a point on each side, bushy sideburns, and a non-connecting beard outline his face. A white tank top stretches across his wide, thick frame. Bulbous, sweaty biceps glisten in the glow of the lights behind the bar. Hairy, veiny forearms lead down to strong hands: one grips around a lowball of amber liquid so tight that his knuckles are white, and the other balances a fat cigar between two fingers.
âTake a picture, bub, itâll last longer,â the stranger says, letting out a plume of smoke from his chapped lips before turning his tidepool blue eyes on you.
After a few seconds that feel like minutes, youâre finally able to turn around and look away, mumbling an apology. You can still feel his eyes on you for a bit before he turns back to his drink and his solitude.
Your eyes shoot up once the bartender knocks on the bartop in front of you. âWhatâll you have?â
âUh, yeah. Moosehead and a shot of J.P. Wiserâs,â you reply, unsurprised when the bartender raises a brow at you. He then shrugs, cracks open a bottle of lager, and sets it in front of you. Grabbing a shot glass, he pours you a bit of the blended whiskey.
As soon as the light golden liquor is pushed toward you, you lift it and inhale the vanilla aroma. Tossing it back, the taste of licorice and cinnamon cascades over your tongue and down your throat. You exhale the burn and turn your attention to your lager.
You notice the murmurs behind you. A chair is pushed away from a table, and heavy boots are walking up behind you. A strong hand lands on your shoulder, and you freeze. âHey, doll. Can I buy you a drink?â
You hold up your beer and decline, âIâm fine, honey.â
âAw, come on. Just one drink. Promise I donât bite, âless you want me to,â the source of the voice laughs, coming around to lean on the bar between you and the cigar-smoking stranger, his bald head glistening in the low light as he strokes his long, scraggly beard. His beer belly is barely contained in a Limp Bizkit shirt. This man is a walking red flag, and you roll your eyes and shake your head.
âLook, pal. Let me enjoy the drink I have, ok? This is my one fucking night off this week, and Iâm not in the mood to let you ruin it with any of your shitty pick-up lines or the promise of hanging out with you and the rest of the rejects from Sons of Anarchy, got it?â You surprised yourself by bellowing these words to a stranger, one who could probably benchpress you with ease.
You flinch as his expression turns dark and he raises a hand. âYou stuck-up little bitch, I ought toââ
The cigar-smoking stranger interrupts, seizing him by the throat and lifting him effortlessly off the ground as if he were a mere feather. While holding him aloft with one hand, the other hand balls into a fist while sharp blades appear from his knuckles.
Heâs a mutant! Youâd never seen anyone use their abilities up close, but now a man with incredible strength and metal claws is gallantly defending your honor.
âI think the lady has everything she needs, so why donât you and your little friends scurry along before I get really angry and carve you up in front of everyone, eh?â
The sound of a pump-action shotgun being cocked has every head whipping to the bartender. âGet out of my bar, freak!â
The mutant simply turns and deposits the asshole on the ground in a crumpled mess. Blowing another puff of smoke into the ceiling, he throws back the rest of his drink before grabbing a bottle of whiskey from behind the bar and walking out. Halfway to the door, he turns to you and asks, âYou coming or what, bub?â
You couldnât scramble off your stool quick enough after he challenged you to follow him. Stepping over the man left on the floor, you scurry after your mutant savior. Once back in the night air, you look over as he stuffs the bottle into the storage of his Harley-Davidson. As he swings his leg over the bike and settles into the seat, you can't help but notice the bike sagging under his weight, as if he weighs a ton.
He turns back to his storage, taking out a helmet and holding it out to you. Youâve seen enough movies to know that riding with a stranger is a dumb idea. However, if that mysterious stranger happens to be attractive and cruising on a Harley, who could resist the allure of a thrilling adventure?
Taking the helmet, you pull it down over your head and lift a leg to get onto the bike behind him. As he turns the key, you clench your thighs at the vibration and wrap your arms around his waist.
âYou donât have to hold me so tight,â he informs.
âOh, this isnât tight," you remark, suddenly realizing that you don't know what to call this man. You offer your name, and he repeats it before giving his own.
âThe nameâs Logan.â He drops his cigar butt on the asphalt and stubs it out with his boot before putting up the kickstand and backing out of the parking spot. He revs the engine, and you are off on your way to wherever Logan wants to take you.
The drive is smooth, the city whizzing past you as Logan speeds down the highway. You end up at a garage that houses a few more Harleys in various states of repair. Logan puts the kickstand down and lets you get off the bike first. He watches as you take off the helmet and look around at where heâs taken you.
Exiting the bike, he takes the helmet when you hold it out to him. You donât miss the way his fingers lingered on yours for a beat. He takes the bottle out of his bike pack and takes a hefty swig, then hands it to you.
You read the label, âForty Creek Confederation Oakâ, and put the bottle to your lips. Tipping it, you are delighted to taste the honey flavor. Handing him the bottle, you hold the liquor in your mouth until it starts to burn, and then you swallow and exhale the nutty finish.
He appears to be quite taken aback that you managed to drink without gagging, and his intrigue deepens as you begin to move closer into his personal space. The warmth in your chest from the alcohol has you feeling full and content. The heat coming off of his body as you stand close enough to breathe in his air has you feeling something completely overwhelming: pheromone-induced arousal.
Your libido is making itself known as you watch him watch you. Unable to stop your hands, they find themselves smoothing up his tank-covered torso until you tug at the collar. He gets the hint and sets the bottle down before removing his shirt.
You encounter a soft, furry chest that invites you to sink your fingers into its warmth. Tightening your digits in the hair on his pretty pecs, you revel in the growl he makes. He then levels the playing field, grabbing you by the nape of the neck with one large paw and bringing your face to his.
As you part your lips, a soft whimper slips out, unable to be contained, while he teasingly brushes his tongue against your lower lip. Growling again, he dips further to slot your mouth with his. He devours the moans that come out of you as he grabs a handful of your ass, chuckling into the kiss as you let him take the lead. His tongue licks into your mouth, and you feel drunk on his whiskey-laden kiss.
Breaking the kiss, he pushes down on your shoulders until you are kneeling at his feet. You start to unfasten his tight-fitting jeans, but he swats your hands away.
âNot yet, bub,â he warns. âI wanna try something.â
With that, he has you pass him the bottle. He takes a drink and then holds your cheek against his denim-covered cock. You can sense that heâs packing quite a surprise down there, and youâre eagerly anticipating the moment itâs unleashed.
âEyes on me,â he commands.
You watch as he takes the bottle and pours about a shotâs worth of liquor over his chest. Watching as the liquid washes over him, you are more than eager to taste it directly from his skin. After youâve cleaned his chest of all traces, he takes another drink. This time, he holds your face by the jaw and leans down, spitting the whiskey directly into your mouth.
You gulp it down eagerly, on the verge of pleading for another sip, when he scoops you up from the ground and twirls you around, positioning you over the bike you arrived on. He yanks down your jeans, your panties going with them. He lands a slap on each cheek before you hear him unzip his pants and feel his heavy dick teasing your clit.
He kicks your legs open further, pulls your denim jacket off, and lines himself up with your soaked entrance. Sliding in, he hisses at the heat of your tightness. You whine at his girth, stretching you more than any other cock youâve ever taken. Once he bottoms out, the tip kisses your cervix, and his hairy ball sac rests against your puffy pussy. He pauses to let you get used to his size, but as he continues to take his time, it seems he is just tormenting you.
âLogan, please. Need you to move,â you plead, wiggling your hips to get any kind of friction.
You donât see the toothy grin that covers his face, but you know by the way he tightens his grip on your hips that he is about to fuck you ten ways from Sunday.
Gradually withdrawing his hips, he eases out until only the tip of his shaft stays nestled within you, and then he thrusts back in with force. Doing it again, and then again, he pauses after each thrust to tease you. But on the third plunge, he doesnât stop; he just keeps driving into you.
The rhythmic sounds of your sweat-soaked skin colliding form a captivating tune, harmonizing with the slick, squelching rhythm of his thrusts deep inside you. Coupled with Logan's deep, primal growls and your breathy moans, it creates an intoxicating symphony of desire.
You sense one of his hands sliding away from your hip, pushing your top up your back, and then a sharp SNIKT! pierces the air. You almost turn to inquire where the sound came from, but you soon feel something razor-sharp and hot to the touch sliding down your back. Once you realize that heâs touching you with his claws, youâre overcome with arousal, and your walls flutter around him. He fucks you through your orgasm and retracts his claws.
He slows his hips, pulling out and moving you both over to a nearby armchair. Sitting down first, he crooks a finger at you, and you remove your jeans and boots before straddling his hips. As you lower yourself onto him, you feel him fill you once more, the sensation overwhelming as you settle in.
You close your eyes and begin to ride him slower than before. Before you know it, you feel hot steel, or what you assume to be steel, at your neck and open your eyes to see his fist a few inches from your face. The claws, held within a millimeter of your jugular, glide across your skin.
âHey, bub? You gonna keep pussyfooting around, or are you gonna ride this cock like the good little slut I know you are?â He asks, his pupils dilated until there is barely any blue left.
Your mouth opens and closes, but there is no sound coming out besides whimpers of fear that he might push those claws through your neck. Honestly, it added an extra little something to the experience, feeling that he might cut you at any moment.
The claws disappear back into the skin between his knuckles, and instead, he wraps a hand around your neck, guiding you to ride his length exactly as he wants. Your hands hold his thick wrist as you impale yourself over and over again.
âThatâs it. Ride my cock just like that,â he praises, sticking two fingers in your mouth that you gluttonously suck. He locks his gaze on yours while you reach another peak of pleasure, your inner walls tightening around him as you release a wave of warmth that cascades down his length and between his legs.
When you threaten to slow down, he fucks into you, chasing his release. At this point, you are drooling over his fingers and looking like the fucked-out little doll that you are. You can tell that he is close as his hips stutter and his brows furrow as he removes his fingers from your mouth.
âCome inside me, Logan. Want it, need it so bad,â you beg, moving your hips as he drives into you with an intensity that leaves you breathless. He lets out a throaty growl and buries himself to the hilt inside of you. Feeling him twitch inside you, rope after rope of his cum painting your cervix, you reach back and play with his balls.
Itâs minutes before his cock softens enough to slip out of you, and you rest your head on his chest as his jizz drips from your thoroughly used hole. To your astonishment, his hand rises to gently stroke your back while you find yourself gripping his chest hair.
Little did you know, this was only round one with the big lug. Heâll let you get some shut-eye for now, but later? Heâd like to fuck you on every available surface in his garage. And what he wants, he always gets.
A/N: I intentionally used a line from the X-Men (2000), but then failed at âChekovâs Gunâ sort of. But this story only has two acts. So, fuck Chekov. I hope you all enjoyed my little fuckfest here, and please do let me know what you thought!! Writers are fed by comments!
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Late Nights
Azriel x F.Reader
Warnings: NSFW, smut, +18, minors dni. Oral, fingering, unprotected sex, p in v. A bit of fluff? I think that's it.
Author's note: I wanted to try something different, this is my first time writing content like this so please be gentle but also PLEASE FEEDBACK.
Word count: 4k
It was the fourth night in a row that you were deprived from sleep, cursed with listening Cass and Nesta fuck like rabbits in the room next to yours. In all honesty, you loved your friends and were absolutely thrilled they were enjoying and exploring the extent of their relationship, they deserved it after everything they went through. You just wished they had a little consideration for your poor ears and sleeping schedule.Â
You had been working your ass off the past few weeks, Rhys had you and Az going around the courts every other day, plus you've been dealing with Eris, since you seemed to be the only member in the Inner Circle that the Autumn heir tolerated just fine. So you had your plate full, and wished for a little peace and quiet at your own home. But your friends had other plans.
Nesta let out a particularly loud moan that you clearly heard through the too thin wall. It made you grimace and you decided you had enough. Huffing, you tossed the sheets off your body, grabbed the shirt you had stolen from the shadowsinger years ago and opened the door, putting on the clothing while you made your way down the corridor. If you were awake, then Azriel had to be too, he didn't miss a thing happening in this house.Â
You didn't bother knocking on his door, you were way past that line with him. Azriel was your best friend, your confident, the person who you most trusted in the entire world, and vice versa. You were too comfortable with each other to bother with politeness. You flung open the door to his bedroom, making your way inside and slamming the door behind you dramatically. The room was dark except for the dim fae light hanging on his bedside table, Azriel had put down the book he was reading to stare at you amusedly.Â
"Good evening to you too." He uttered playfully.
You didn't reply, just scowled, walked up to the other side and plopped down face first on the bed beside him. He chuckled.Â
"Finding it hard to sleep?" He asked, setting the book aside.Â
"They are insufferable." You mumbled around the sheets. They smelled like him, an instant comfort for your tired mind. "Agh! You can hear them from here too! How are you not bothered?!?" You lift your head from his pillows to look at him exasperatedly.Â
Azriel smiled somewhat apprehensive at you. "I'm kind of used to it by now." He shrugged.Â
You narrowed your eyes at him, smirking. "Kinky."
He rolled his eyes feigning annoyance. "You have no idea, sweetheart." His voice was a deep purr as he smirked back at you.Â
You lifted one eyebrow in amusement. There was this recurrent thing between you two, where you usually teased and flirted with each other but never dared to actually do something about it. It was just for fun right? You were friends who just liked messing around as a joke. Always dancing the line between friends and something more, it was a dangerous game for sure, but you had to admit you loved the thrill of it.Â
âIs that so? Oh please, do enlighten me then.â You shot back, lying more comfortably on his bed. Arms behind your head, eyes fixed on him.Â
Hazel gaze traveled all the way down to the now exposed skin of your upper thighs, your movement had caused the shirt â his shirtâ to ridden up a little, revealing more of your legs and the underline of a pair of lacy black panties. His pulse spiked slightly at the sight. You didnât seem to notice, he averted his eyes before you could catch him shamelessly staring at you. Â
There was a glint in your eyes when he caught your stare again, a slight flush to your cheeks, but he didnât back off.Â
âCurious now, are we?â He tilted his head, resting his cheek on his fist to properly look at you.Â
âAh, donât flatter yourself, pretty boy. You brought it up, are you backing out?âÂ
Azriel opened his mouth to respond, a playful spark dancing in his golden eyes, whenâ
âFuck, Ness!â Cassianâs growl reached both your ears as clear as day. There was a beat of silence after that where you just stared at each other stunned, then you broke in a fit of laughter.Â
âSeriously Az, I donât know how you endure it, if I have to listen to them one more night Iâm gonna lose my shit. I havenât slept in days,â you sighed, rubbing your eyes. âand neither have you, it seems.â you pointed out, poking open one eye to stare at him. Azriel had laid back facing you, wings tucked behind his back, shoulders involuntarily curving inwards, a sign of tiredness. You noted the dark circles under his eyes.Â
âI look that shitty, huh?â he smiled tiredly. Â
âNever.â You stated matter-of-factly. âYouâre always pretty.âÂ
It was his turn to blush then, heat rapidly crawling to his face and neck. He could handle your flirting, your teasing, but he didnât know how to react when you blatantly called him pretty. It just sounded soâŠsincere, coming from you. It made his heart flutter in his chest. It was no secret that he found you attractive, he thought he made that clear, but there was more to that, wasnât there? He didnât just think you were hot, he thought you were beautiful, smart, and kind, and it freaked the hell out of him to acknowledge all those things because that would mean that he wanted more. More than being your friend, but it terrified him to ruin your friendship. If you wanted him in the same way, you wouldâve said something by now, right? Youâve known each other for years.Â
âWhat are you thinking about?â you whispered, breath fanning across his face. He hadnât noticed how close you were. He could feel the heat radiating from your body.Â
âIâm thinking that we should sleep.â He answered, but made no move whatsoever. You smiled at him and nodded, making to reach the faelight to turn it off. You angled your body half above him and stretched to the bedside table, hair barely grazing the hot skin of his torso. Gods, you were practically straddling him, his mind taking him to all sorts of indecent scenarios. Your breasts were just a breadths away from his mouth, he could make out the perked nipples under the shirt. He loved seeing you in his clothes, but right now he wanted nothing more than to rip the fabric out of you. Azriel swallowed dryly.Â
What was his fucking problem? It wasnât like you hadnât shared a bed before, he blamed his friendâs heated session down the hall. He had to admit it had gotten him a bit railed up, especially with you on his bed, smelling like him. It was hard to ignore the growing want in his veins.Â
âGoodnight, Az.â You said, pulling back a little to look at him through half lidded eyes, even in the dark. Was it possible you were feeling the same? or was it just tiredness in your features?Â
âGoodnight, angel.â He whispered back. If you leaned in any closer, he swears heâd kiss you, consequences be damned. But you slid right back onto your side, back facing him.Â
Azriel lets out a quiet, frustrating sigh, reaching an arm out to wrap around your waist pulling you close. More moaning can be heard outside his bedroom, all the way to Cassianâs room. He feels slightly jealous.Â
Suddenly you snorted, âWeâll sleep better if we get past the nghs, ohh, right there Cass!â you moaned, imitating Nesta. Azriel inhaled deeply, trying to ignore the way your little whimpering had shot straight to his dick. And the bite of jealousy he felt at hearing Cassianâs name falling so sinfully from your lips.
He scented the slight change in your scent though, a pinch of sweet arousal that got him mouth-watering. It had gotten to your head too, the display of passion from your friends a few bedrooms away. Azriel debated whether it was wise to do something right now, to taste the waters maybe. But you rolled onto your back again, facing the ceiling and letting out a frustrated groan.Â
âSomeone has to teach them though, make them uncomfortably listen for once. Maybe Iâll go to Ritaâs tomorrow, choose a random male and bring him home. Beat them at their own game.âÂ
âNo.â Azriel growled. You turned your head to the side, looking at him and were met with the dark, lustful haze in his eyes. You felt your core pulse in response. Fuck, why was he so hot?
âWhat do you mean"no "?" You asked, feeling your tongue paper dry in your mouth.
âWhy wait until tomorrow, if you can beat them tonight?â
The offer hung there, unspoken, for a few heartbeats. You felt your face grow hot, felt liquid fire pooling at your belly at the mere suggestion. He hadnât even touched you and yet he got you all hot and bothered with a few words. You licked your lips, staring at him, shirtless, hair tousled over the pillow, shadows dancing dangerously over his shoulder. As if expecting your answer. He was a sight for sore eyes. It had to be illegal to be this beautiful.Â
âIâm game if you are, sweetheart.â There it was, the deep purr again that had you clenching your legs together. He noticed the shift of course, smirking smugly.Â
âHaha, very funny.â you said, huffing.Â
âIâm not playing.â He pulled you closer, pressing you against his front. You gasped, feeling the not so subtle bulge in his sweatpants, rubbing against the side of your thigh.
âIs this why you kept me at an arm's length tonight?â you chuckled, but he could hear the breathlessness in your voice. âSo I wouldn't find out they got you all worked up?âÂ
âNo, this isnât their doing, angel. It's all yours.â He dared a hand down your waist, past your hips, to ghost over the skin under the hem of your shirt. You shuddered. âTell me to stop and I will. It's okay.âÂ
He lifted the fabric ever so slightly, inching closer to the waistband of your underwear.Â
You turned fully to him, chests pressed together, breasts dragging against the firm muscle with every breath.Â
âFuck it, letâs show them.â You breathed into his mouth before crashing your lips together in a searing kiss.Â
Azriel groaned low against your mouth, grip tighter bringing your hips flushed together, and kissed you back with fervor. Your hands found purchase in the dark locks at the back of his neck, tugging gently and urging him impossibly closer. He pushed you onto your back, knees parting on their own accord to accommodate him between your legs. It was all so hot and messy. Like you both have been waiting for this for a very long time, it made you throb with need. The thought of him wanting you as much as you wanted him.Â
You rolled your hips onto him, desperate for any sort of friction, moaning loudly when the clothed tip of his cock catched on your clit deliciously. Azriel took his chance to slip his tongue inside your mouth, exploring every inch and taste of you, kissing you deeply, desperately. He wanted more, he wanted everything. A wave of arousal licked down his spine, your lips were sweet and addictive, he wondered â needed to knowâ if other parts of you tasted as sweet.Â
He kissed your jaw, your neck, biting and licking his way down to your collarbones. His right hand came to fondle with the generous swell of your breast over the shirt, pinching at the perked nub. The smell of your arousal hit him at a full force, Azriel felt like a youngling in heat rutting his cock at your core. Fuck, he couldn't help himself, he was so enamoured with the sounds he was getting out of you.Â
âTake this off,â he ordered, tugging at your shirt. âIf I do it I may rip the damn thing off of you, and I love seeing you in my shirt.âÂ
You obeyed without a second thought, too lost in the feeling of him already. He invaded all your senses, his touch sending your skin on fire, his scent sparkling pleasure bubbling in your insides. The rich tone of his voice had you feeling all tingly and sensitive. Gods, you wanted him everywhere.Â
With the offensive clothing now discarded, Azriel wasted no time dipping his head down and latching his mouth to one of your nipples, swirling his tongue and grazing his teeth around the nub. His hand came to play with your other breast, giving it the same attention, switching between your tits. You arched your back into him, whining in pleasure.Â
He let go of your chest, looking down to admire you, all spread out for him. Nipples hard and shiny with his spit, breathing unevenly, underwear drenched with arousal, all because of him. He felt his cock throb within the confines of his sweats. Fuck, you looked so pretty like this, he had to taste you. Azriel looked up at your face, your glazed over eyes and swollen lips, and kissed you hard. Scarred fingers found the flimsy material of your panties, pushing them aside and dragging two digits along your soaked folds; you both moaned at the feeling. He rubbed tight circles around your clit, then ran a finger through your slit, smearing your juices everywhere. Your breathing quickened and he bit down your lip before kissing his way to your heat. Azriel looked at you from between your legs, pupils blown with lust, smirking wickedly. He hooked his fingers under the waistband and tugged the material painfully slow down your legs, snarling softly at the sight of your dripping pussy.Â
âBeautiful,â he moaned. âSo damn beautiful.â His tongue darted out to lick a long stripe out your center. It almost knocked the air out of your lungs, your hips bucking off the bed to get closer to his face. He chuckled darkly. âEager, angel?â
âAz please, stop teasing,â you whined prettily, eyes locking with his.Â
At this point you didnât care if your friends could hear or not, you wanted Azrielâs mouth on you, his fingers, his cock. You wanted to feel all of him.Â
âWhatever my sweet angel wants,â he blew some air into your cunt, making you shiver in anticipation. Azriel dive in, devouring you like a male starved, like he might die if he didnât get to taste you. He all but full on made out with your pussy, dragging his tongue along your folds, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking sharply. He groaned at your taste, the reverberations causing your eyes to roll back into your head, hips jerking up. He wrapped one arm around your hips to keep you pin to the bed and switched between harsh sucks and flicking the wet muscle around the nub. The pleasure was all too much and not enough at the same time, you moaned his name aloud and tugged at the strands of his hair again.Â
Azrielâs free hand reached down to spread your folds, soaking his digits in your arousal before proding one finger at your entrance, and pushing inside. Your walls immediately clenched around him, making you both growl in pleasure.Â
âFuck, sweetheart, so tight. Already clenching on me,â he moaned, teeth grazing your clit. You could feel the pressure building in your lower belly, walls clamping down on his finger when he added a second one. You cried out, desperately trying to ride his face. Azriel pumped his fingers inside of you faster, curling his digits to reach that sweet spot that had you seeing stars behind your lids. Words were beginning to fail you, mumbling incoherently about how close you were. âYou wanna cum? Câmon angel, give it to me, cum all over my face and fingers.â
His words had an immediate effect on you, pushing you over the edge. Pleasure overpowered you and you let go, cumming hard on his fingers, moaning his name for all the house to hear. Azriel kept thrusting his fingers into your hole, guiding you through your orgasm and licking every last drop you had to offer. He watched you closely, eyes shut in pleasure, soft pants leaving your plush lips as you came down from your high. Only then he pulled his hand away, mesmerized by you. He crawled up your body, coming face to face with you.Â
âHey,â he whispered, smiling.Â
âHey,â you replied, face flushed and smiling satisfied. You reached your hand to push away the dark strands that had fallen into his face, cupping his cheek in your palm. He looked absolutely gorgeous, hair disheveled from your tugging, lips bruised and shiny with your juices, gaze clouded with lust and something else. More intense even, more deep.Â
You dragged your thumb over his bottom lip and he sucked it into his mouth, you almost whined again. Breaths coming in short. You brought his face to yours, kissing him with such devotion you couldn't hold back any longer. Azriel shuddered, leisurely kissing you back, you could taste yourself on his tongue. Moaning softly, you ranked your nails down his body, from his pecs, to the hard planes of his abdomen, all the way to his cock, palming him through the fabric. He hissed when you slid your fingers past the waistband of his pants, gripping him in your hand. His hips buckled. He was big, and warm and sticky with pre-cum. You made to put his sweatpants down but he stopped you before you could take it any further.Â
âFuck baby, are you sure?â he asked, looking intently at you. A swirl of emotions passed through his eyes, it made your heart flutter in your chest. âWe don't have to, unless that's what you want. I think we made our point clear.â He laughed breathlessly.Â
âIt is what I want Az. I want you, I need you. Please.â You watched him with pleading eyes, full of trust and⊠He didn't dare acknowledge that emotion yet, not unless you spoke it out loud. Although his heart still gave a flip. Pulse picking up.Â
He helped you pull his pants down, and kicked them out of his legs. His cock sprung free, slapping against his abs, tip swollen and dripping. You flashed him the most beautiful smile he had ever seen you wear, dragging your eyes shamelessly through his body. It gave him a little bit of an ego boost.Â
âYou're so pretty Az. So so pretty,â you murmured, eyes half lidded already devouring him.Â
There it was again, you calling him pretty. He didn't know what to do with himself so he leaned in to capture your mouth in a scorching kiss. You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him flush against you, both hissing when the tip of his proud cock bumped against your clit.Â
You broke the kiss to slide your mouth along his jaw, down his neck, peppering his sun-kissed skin in love bites. Marking him as yours. Azriel groaned and thrust his hips forward, sliding through your folds, coating his length in your arousal. He repeated the action a couple of times before aligning himself with your entrance. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, your wetness and the remnants of your orgasm making it easy to slide all the way in. Your walls hugged him tightly as he bottomed out, stilling, to give you time to adjust to his size. Azriel let out a moan so hot and sinful it made a new wave of arousal wash over you.Â
He felt on cloud nine, his head falling to the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent and letting it intoxicate him. He couldâve cum right then and there, buried to the hilt in your heat. But he wanted it to last, taking his time to savor the feeling of you wrapped around him so perfectly. He had no doubt in his lust filled mind that you were made for him. You were his and only his.Â
You rolled your hips at last, running your fingers down his sides urging him to move. That was all it took for him to pull out to the tip and slam his hips hard into yours, Azriel set a slow, sensual pace, intended in making you feel every last inch of him. You welcomed the stretch with a wanton moan, feeling the veins with every delicious drag of his cock against your walls.Â
âGods, Azriel, more!â you whined. âI can take it.âÂ
âI swear you're gonna be the death of me, sweetheart.â He panted. Pulling out he gripped your hips tightly and turned you onto your stomach, ass up in the air. He thrust in harsher, making you cry out in pleasure. All signs of restraint gone.Â
Azriel picked up speed, angling his hips just fine so that he could reach even deeper inside you. He quickly found the spot that had you gripping him tight, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Abusing your hole, hitting your g spot every single time, mercilessly. He had you in a state of pure bliss, bringing one arm to wrap around your middle, reaching between your legs to play with your clit. You were so close, already too sensitive from your previous orgasm. Squirming around in his embrace, pushing your ass back to meet his thrusts.Â
âFuuck! Don't stop,â you managed out, fisting at the sheets for support.Â
âI won't,â he grunted, the swollen head of his cock kissing your cervix. âYou're mine, do you understand me? Mine. No other male gets to touch you.âÂ
âYes, yes I'm yours,â you panted, desperately wanting to please him.Â
âGood girl.âÂ
He was relentless, hips slapping with a force that had the headboard smashing against the wall. He knew you were about to cum, could feel his own orgasm sneaking up on him. Azriel went impossibly faster, pulling sobs out of you. You clamped down on him after one particular sharp thrust and your high barreled through you without previous warning. You screamed, white hot pleasure blinding you. Cum gushed out of you, making a mess of your thighs and his. He held your trembling body up, pressed to him as he fucked you through your orgasm, thrusts becoming sloppier by the second. His wings flared proud behind him and he felt the tight knot in his gut snap. Azriel came with a growl of your name, hips coming to a stop. Your body falling limp atop the bed.Â
Slowly pulling out of you, he watched astonished at the mess you made, both of your juices dripping down your legs. When his breathing became even again, Azriel leaned in to press a kiss to your spine, making you shudder.Â
âYou okay, angel?â He asked, scarred fingers gently pushing your hair out of your face.Â
You smiled tiredly at him, content. âI feel amazing.âÂ
He chuckled and laid back next to you, pulling you to lay on his chest. You pressed a kiss over his heart, arms resting on his stomach, still catching your breath. No one spoke for a while, enjoying the aftermath of your actions. There was no room for worry, not with Azriel. Not ever.Â
He traced iddle circles on your skin, loving how well you fit next to him.Â
âAz?â You called softly to him, he hummed in acknowledgement. âDo you hear that?âÂ
He stilled, straining his hearing. Muffled moans could be heard down the hall and the distinct sound of a headboard smashing hard against the wall. You laughed in unison.Â
âI think we may have spurred them on,â he said amusedly, voice hoarse.Â
âI've never been more glad to have left my room than right nowâ you chuckled.Â
âYou and I both, angel.â He added, squeezing your ass.Â
You turned to him, placing a kiss to the outline of his jaw. Silently admiring the hickies you left on his neck.Â
âHow does a second round sound?â You purred.Â
He smirked, cock already hardening. âAbsolutely delightful.âÂ
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âââ Ì©Ì©Íâ© sweet like honey, part i ; steve harrington
summary â all it took was a smile from you to bring steve harrington to his knees.
pairing â fem!reader x steve harrington
warning(s) â use of she/her pronouns, love at first sight, lovestruck steve, just sweet fluff :)
word count â  2,312
The interaction only lasted mere seconds, but Steve had every single detail forever ingrained in his mind.
It was a dreary morning, unusually chilly for early summer. The newly opened Starcourt Mall, not yet abuzz with the newly released children and teens of Hawkins, echoed with the rain beating against the glass roof. Steve, whoâd just rushed in from his car donning only the ridiculous navy Scoops Ahoy uniform, ran his hand through his once perfectly styled hair, now slightly undone by the wetness in an attempt to fix it. He flicked droplets from his arms as he walked toward the ice cream shop, muttering in irritation under his breath as he went.Â
That is, until he felt a light hand on his back and turned to find you behind him. He stopped cold, every drop of annoyance previously flooding his system vanishing. The world around the two of you dulled, every person, each sound fading away until there was only you.
You had been wearing the dark maroon vest of your movie theater work attire and black formal pants that hugged the curves of you just right. Even with your hair pulled back, damp from the weather, the coconut of your shampoo married with the vanilla of your perfume infiltrated his senses.Â
âSorry, I justââ Your voice dripped with a honey so sweet, so hypnotic Steveâs brain momentarily short circuited. He couldnât even register his keys in your grasp, he was too focused on your eyes; he didnât know it was possible for eyes to be that beautiful until heâd looked into yours. âYou dropped these.â
The shy smile gracing your lips made his heart skip, then leap into his throat when your fingers grazed his as you handed him his keys. Your touch was warm against the chill in the air, and he hoped the flush rising in his cheeks could be disguised by the crisp temperature.Â
Realizing he hadnât yet spoken a word, Steve finally managed to get out a âThanks.â before you offered one last knee weakening smile and brushed past him, presumably continuing on your way to the theater.Â
He stood there for a second with his hand still held out, his brain slowly thawing. By the time heâd finished buffering and turned to call after you and ask your name, you were already too far to go after without looking like a creep.Â
That was it. The âkingâ of Hawkins High brought down by a smile and six quiet words.
Steve told himself heâd go find you on his break, properly thank you and at least get your name (which he had no doubt would become his favorite the second he learned it). But when his break came, he made it no further than the threshold into Scoops before his stomach quickly filled with anxious butterflies, preventing him from going any further.Â
Robin, of course, didn't miss the chance to give him shit about it. âYou all there, Harrington? You look like you're gonna yack all over my clean floor.â
He rolled his eyes, dropping into one of the cold metal chairs. âIâm fine, your precious floor is safe.â
Her brows furrowed, leaning over the window separating the break room from the front of the store. âSeriously, what the hell is wrong with you? You havenât been nearly as annoying as you usually are. Itâs kinda freaking me out.â
âFirst of all, thanks for that.â
âYou're very welcome.â
Steve gave a pointed glare, not even bothering to lift his arm from the table as he offers a lazy middle finger with a tight quirk of his lips. âSecond of all, I said Iâm fine, alright? Iâm totally, one hundred percent fine.â
âYeah, âcause that was just so very convincing, Harrington. If you ever had any aspirations to go into acting, Iâd give up and stick to slinging ice cream.â
His second attempt occurred that day after Steveâs shift, even made it all the way to the theater this time. However, as soon as his eyes found you behind the counter helping a mother and her daughter, the warmth emanating from that damn smile of yours turned his legs into jelly, effectively putting an end to his movements. His mouth felt dry, whatever words heâd previously been able to come up with dissipating completely as he became helpless to do anything but stare.Â
Then, just as youâd finished handing the little girl her popcorn, your head began to turn in his direction, triggering his legs to finally move once more⊠but in the opposite direction.
What the hell was wrong with him? Getting tongue tied over a girl? Steve Harrington always knows what to say, the perfect line or simple look to turn women into putty in his hands. And yet, somehow, youâd achieved the impossible by simply existing.Â
In the days that followed, in addition to work, Steve suddenly saw you everywhere, his subconscious seeking you at every turn.Â
At the arcade the following night when he dropped the kids at Dustinâs insistence. Youâd been coming out as they went in, laughing with another girl, arms linked; your hair flowed freely this time, dressed casually in jeans and a hoodie that looked a little too big, unencumbered by workplace regulations. Even in the dim light from the arcade, your smile pulled Steve in. Your laugh, light and contagious, quickened his pulse and sent pleasant goosebumps down his spine. (He didnât know it then but heâd spend the rest of his life trying to elicit that angelic sound from you as often as he could.)Â
The community pool for the official summer opening that weekend. Steve had to work that day, so he didnât arrive until the late afternoon. Whereas youâd been there almost all day to appease your best friendâs desire to ogle the lifeguards, so by the time he arrived the several sun exposure and energy spent in the water had you drained.Â
This time, Steve came across you passed out alone in one of the reclining pool chairs on his way to the bathroom. You were positioned laying on your side, curled into yourself with your wrist tucked under your chin. A bright pink and blue beach towel was draped over your not completely covered body, contouring to your shape. Your brow is creased, a slight frown pulling on your lips. He mirrored it, wondering what could be troubling that beautiful head of yours. A breeze blows over you then, making you shiver a little and shift, which reveals the top of your white bikini peeking from under the towel.Â
A deep crimson that worsened as you adjusted again spread across his flustered face, eyes wide and lips parted, and immediately averted his gaze out of respect. Steveâs eyes land on one of the white towels provided by the pool sprawled across the empty chair to the left of you. He grabbed it, feeling the residual heat from the sun before leaning forward to place it over you as added protection and warmth.
Once you were covered anew, your still sleeping face relaxes; brows unfurrow, frown receding to a more peaceful appearance. He was helpless to the soft smile that took hold as he observed you, so enchanting even unconscious. Then, before he can start to feel too much like a creep, Steve continued on his original path to the locker rooms, throwing one last glance over his shoulder.
Then again, a few days later at the grocery store. Steveâs father, as a part of the whole âteaching him to be responsibleâ thing after not being accepted into a college, told him he needed to learn how to shop for himself with the money earned from Scoops instead of relying on his mother. He was standing in the frozen aisle, surveying his pizza options when he heard itâ that voice dripping in honey he knew could only belong to you.Â
âCome on, weâve been working hard all week. We deserve a sweet treat, I refuse to take no for an answer.â
His eyes snapped in the direction it came from and landed on you at the opposite end of the aisle where the ice cream was displayed. You stood with your arms hugging yourself, the t-shirt you wore clearly not enough to shield you from the chill coming off the freezers. You craned your neck to look at the options on the upper shelves, chewing at the corner of your bottom lip in thought. Too entranced by the sight of you, Steve didnât notice the guy with you until you pointed at something out of your reach and he opened the freezer to grab it for you. You smiled at him in thanks as he handed you the pint of ice cream, and a tinge of disappointment pinged at Steveâs chest.Â
Shaking his head, Steve grabbed a random box to throw in his cart, turned and walked away as he pushed the feeling aside. He had no reason to be jealousâ he didnât even know your name yet.Â
Even still, whenever he went back to work, he found himself frequently glancing up and out from behind the ice cream counter or as he wiped tables. Each time he caught a glimpse of you effecting him all the same. Until one night youâd looked over as he was sweeping through the lobby at closing, gaze locking with his. Recognizing him as the cute, shy guy youâd helped the week prior (and have noticed numerous times since), you flashed him a smile and offered a small wave.Â
He wasnât ready for thisâ heat crept into his face, tinting it an adorable shade of pink, which only deepened when he tripped over the broom he was holding, sending the dustpan beside it and its contents sprawling. Just great.
You giggle, finding the whole thing endearing, covering your grin with your hand as you approach him. âAre you okay?âÂ
Steve does his best to avoid your eyes, knowing it would further the embarrassment and complicate his ability to think coherently. âI mean, if you classify my apparent inability to walk and operate a broom at the same time as âokayâ, Iâm doing fantastic.â
âI donât know, I think walking and sweeping is a pretty tough skill to learn and yet, you just made it look so easy.âÂ
âHa ha,â He rolls his eyes, his sarcasm playful. âYou're a real comedian.â
âWhy, thank you for noticing, uhâŠâ You trail off, becoming aware you're missing a key piece of information. âI actually didnât catch your name the other day, I was in such a rush. You know, with the keys, and the rain.â
He finally lifts his eyes from the the cleaning supplies in hand to meet yours, the now all too familiar sensation of butterflies and brain fog washing over him. âTrust me, I remember.â
Little does he know the honey brown warmth in his are having the same effect on you, your breath hitching in your throat and pulse racing. The corners of your mouth instinctively curl as you look up at him, admiring the scattered moles adorning his beautiful face, the way his shaggy hair falls just so against his forehead. Your eyes trace a path from his pink lips back up to his, a shiver travelling down your spine at the way heâs looking at you; no one has ever looked at you this way, like youâre the most precious thing theyâve ever seen.
Itâs then that Steve seems to realize he hasnât responded to your original inquiry. âOh, um, Steve. Steve is my name, by the way. Since you⊠asked.â
âWell, Steve,â His name has never sounded so melodic coming from anyone elseâs lips. âItâs nice to finally be able to put a name to my accidental stalker.â
âOh, I wasnâtââ
âRelax,â Your brief touch on his forearm meant to be an act of assurance lights his skin on fire. âItâs not like there are that many places to go in Hawkins. Thereâs bound to be some overlap.â
âActually, I was thinking Hawkins must be bigger than I thought if I never noticed you before.â
âYou know what they say. âSometimes you never really know what youâre missing until itâs right in front of youâ, right?â The eye contact holds for a silent beat, the air crackling. Neither of you are aware the same delicate expression of adoration on your face is reflected in the otherâs, shown in the near identical adoring grins faintly toying on your lips. Your eyes catch the clock hanging on the wall behind him, trying not to let your disappointment at the time show too much as you start to back away. âShit, I have to go. My rideâs waiting. To be continued.â
âWait,â You pause, facing him just outside the store; he almost forgets what he was going to ask as his eyes meet yours again. âDo I get to know your name?â
âA week hasnât been long enough, stalker?â The mischievous glint in your eye paired with your teasing tone and amused grin feels like youâve known each other a lifetime, warm and familiar, and he wants to stay in it forever. âWhen you finally do find it, let me know. Just donât take too long because I might have a new, more motivated stalker to take your place by then.â
Then youâre gone, leaving Steve reeling in the remnants of coconut and vanilla tainted with popcorn left behind. Heâs temporarily dazed, almost certain that what just occurred was nothing more than a dream (which wouldnât be far fetched, youâd made several appearances in his sleep since that fateful day). He kicks himself for not just talking to you sooner, already impatiently awaiting your next encounter.Â
Still, there's no stopping the stupid, lovestruck smile that remains on his face the rest of the night. All because of you.Â
#steve harrington x reader#stranger things#steve harrington#fluff#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington drabble
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kinda need some 80s slasher jj pleaseee!! like maybe he tries to apologize but like reader avoids him and that gets him mad!! thank you angel!
oooh! absolutely!! i literally love anything 80s you have no idea, i love talking about it!! (ignore the spelling mistakes, i'm exhausted lol)
â âč warnings! 18+ - non con, cock warming, blood, death, violence, obsession, squirting, slight breeding kink, gun mentions, dark!jj - âËâč
"it's almost 1 in the morning jj, go away!" you whisper yell at him, lightly pushing his shoulder to get him to leave and climb back down your balcony.
"i tried to talk to you all day. you kept walkin' away from meâŠwhat's up with that?" he whisper yells back, not budging, he walks closer to the balcony window as if he's going to enter your room.
"i was about to go to sleep jj."
"nah, your light was on." he shakes his head.
"go away please!" you plead with him, hoping it is enough to just leave you alone.
"hey, you're not scared a'me? are you? cause, you don't need ta'be. i'm still the same jj."
"you killed someone!" you back away from him, placing your hand on the handle of the balcony door.
"well okay, but i apologized that day in the car and i've been trying to talk to you and apologize again, you were the one who kept avoiding me." he reasons, holding the door open with his hand.
"i accept your apology, now please go!" you whisper yell again.
"nah nah nahâŠyou don't mean it, i need you to know that i fucked up n'i'm sorry."
"that you killed danny?"
"no, that you saw that i killed dannyâŠlook your my frie- no your my girl and i had to do somethin' cuz that asshole was just-" you put your hand up to get him to stop rambling "jj stop." but he just takes the opportunity to push past you and walk into your room.
"never saw your room beforeâŠy'like janet jackson?" he laughs softly and points to the poster on your wall and then looks over at the cassette tapes on your dresser. "âŠand madonna huh?"
"jayjay my parents are gonna freak if they wake up and find a boy in my room!" you grab onto his arm, trying to drag him back out.
"ya' got any dirty movies?" he diverts his attention over to your little tv on the other side of your dresser.
"seriously! beat it!" he sighs dramatically and lets you walk him back over to the balcony. "fine. see ya tomorrow then?"
"yes. yeahâŠyou will, goodnight," you assure him, watching as he nods, satisfied with your answer he climbs back down the side of your house.
you tried you best to smile at him when you happened to cross paths or make eye contact but you just couldn't help avoiding him, i mean he did still totally freak you out. you had just about survived the day without having to talk to him but then on your way back to your house you see him leaning against his truck, parked on the side walk. you decide to just pretend you don't see him and walk right past him.
"hold it." he grabs onto your arm tightly, stopping you from walking away. "âŠlisten, i don't know if i was a total dip for apologizing cause the whole point was t'get you to stop ignoring me, and clearly the message was not received. " he squints, obviously not very happy with you.
"i was just super busy and i had a major test to study for so thats wh-"
"no no hey, don't worry about it babydoll, i know how you can make it up t'me," he loosens his grip on your arm and gives you a charming smile, dimples showing and everything.
"o-ohkayâŠwhat did you have in mind?" you begin to relax at how his demeanor has changed, hopefully, you think.
"rented this gnarly tape n'i wanted to watch it with you. your folks home?"
"noâŠthey don't back tonight till 3 in the morningâŠbig dinner benefit thing, they usually get drunk and stay really late into the nightâŠ" you ramble.
"right. great. i'll drive you home."
"ohkay jayjayâŠthank you," you respond shyly as if you two had just met and he was asking you on a date.
"so which movie did you rent?"
"its a surprise, think you'll reaaaally like it."
"i like most moviesâŠwant anything from the kitchen? water, beerâŠ"
"m'good, i just put the tape in, cuhmon, i'll be gentle with you." he sits down on your bed and pats his lap for you to come over and sit on. you nod slowly and sit right next to him, so he grabs your waist and scooches you over onto his lap, your ass right up against his gradually hardening bulge.
"jjâŠwhat are you doin'?" you take your eyes off the tv and look down at his hand coming to flip your skirt up and feel that you're not wearing any panties, giving him full permission to rub on your pussy.
"shshsh, just focus on the TV, princess." you ignore his actions like an idiot and figure at least he's being gentle with you and focus back on the TV, the camera in a POV angle following a guy with his hands up defensively.
"what are we watching?âŠ" you whisper, trying to push jj's hand away from your pussy, but obviously that doesn't do anything. he smacks your hand away and goes right back to touching you.
"it's a movie i madeâŠsee there that's your ex-boyfriend, talked him into the role," he whispers back, clearly very interested in what's on the screenâŠand playing with your pussy. the next thing you know you watch as your ex-boyfriend gets shot in the face and then shot more times in the chest, blood going everywhere.
"ohmygod jay-!" you scream, shutting your eyes and covering your mouth with one hand, while the other tries to get his hand away from you so you can get the hell off of him. he ignores your attempt and tightly wraps his other arm around you to keep you in place.
"holyfuck you're so wet." he laughs, dipping two fingers into your embarrassingly wet cunt, the intrusion making you mewl and turn your head away from the screen and the gory mess being shown.
"nah uh, keep watching." he tuts, moving his hand away from your princess parts and over to his jeans to pull his dick out to put inside you.
"i don't want to watch this anymore! i don't wanna-"
"don't care whatcha don't wanna do, worked hard to do this for you babeâŠso you're gonna sit here on my cock and watch the fucking movie i made for you." he grunts, lifting you onto his dick, the stretch and fullness you feel is unreal, you have no choice but to sit there and soak his fat cock.
"no!" you cry, tears starting to gather at your waterline.
"yeahâŠshe's likes it, she's squeezing me reaaaaal good baby. jj presses a wet kiss to your cheek and wraps his arms around you again to keep you there.
"turn it off, please! please!âŠ"
"y'gonna quit ignorin me, cupcake?"
"uh huhâŠi swear just please!"
"it's almost over, keep watchin." but you just can't, squeezing your eyes shut you try to block out all the noise and just focus on not cumming on him, not wanting to give into him. yet, there's no use, cause now he's got his three fingers pressing down on your little clit, rubbing it fast and hard.
"jayjay!" you squeal, digging your nails into his arm that is around your waist, as you cum hard around his dick. when you blink your eyes open the tape has finished and you notice all the liquid sprayed on your sheets.
"oh hoâŠthere she is, squirting on my cock like a dumb slut.â he smiles and presses a little kiss to your neck.
"not on birth control are you?" you can barely hear him over the ringing in your ears as he continues to softly rub your clit.
"yo, i'm talkin to you." he spits, slapping your cheek a few times with this big warm hand to get you to respond. a few more tears spill down your face and respond with a weak whisper. "no, m'notâŠm'notâŠ"
"maybe y'should be." he grunts softly before dumping his huge warm load in you just from cock warming.
#that gif of him so sexy idk why!!#sexilene'sobxââ âč#lenepilar'sobx!ââ âč#jj x reader#jj obx#jj thoughts#jj outer banks#jj x you#jj maybank smut#jj maybank imagine#jj maybank x reader#jj maybank#dark!jj maybank#dark!jj maybank x reader#80s!jj maybank#80s!slasher!jj#80s!slasher!jj x reader#80s!obx#80s!obx!au#80s!slasher!au
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la petite mort.
pairing: regulus black x reader.
song inspiration: greedy by tate mcrae.
author's note: you guys, the wonka press tour is going to be the death of me. timothee looks so hot and therefore it gave me extra inspiration to finish this little piece.
Regulus Black was first and foremost a gentleman.
Before you started dating, Regulus was adamant about courting you properly. Your boyfriend was a bit old-fashioned that way, but you absolutely adored it. During your first date, Regulus took you out to the fanciest restaurant in town, opened the door for you, pulled out your chair, and didnât even blink twice before sliding his card down when the check came.Â
Ever since then, Regulus spoiled you rotten. Every day, he walked you to class, carried your bag and books, and even left sweet little notes for you to find throughout the day. In the eyes of the public, Regulus Black was the picture of the perfect gentleman, but in private, your boyfriend was anything but.
There was a dark side to Regulus. A side that you took great delight in awakening. Tonight, you were more determined than ever to push your boyfriend to his limits.Â
It was a typical Friday night. You and Regulus were at his dorm for your weekly study date. Except you really werenât in the mood to study. You were laying on your stomach on his bed, absentmindedly flipping through the potions manual in front of you. The assignment was to translate the text from French, but you hardly had more than a few sentences transcribed on your parchment. You were much too distracted at the moment.Â
While the manual failed to capture your attention, Regulus did not. Your boyfriend was sitting across the room reading some obscure tome about dark magic. He leaned over the wooden desk, the sleeves of his shirt rolled just past his elbows, which gave you the perfect view of the veins on his forearms. His green and silver tie hung loosely around his neck, exposing the perfectly kissable column of his throat.Â
Unaware of your ogling, Regulus twirled his wand between his fingers as his features pinched in concentration. Those angelic curls grazed his impossibly high cheekbones, drawing your attention to the smattering of freckles across his nose. As he read, Regulus mouthed the words silently, his lips curving around the vowels in the most delicious way. His green eyes burned intensely, illuminated by the warm glow of the lantern beside him.Â
Abandoning your assignment, you dragged yourself off of the bed and sidled up behind him. Regulus melted into your touch as you massaged his shoulders. He looked up and the light hit his eyes just right, golden spears bursting through the rich green hues like a kaleidoscope.Â
Regulus grabbed your chin and dragged your face down to his, planting a sweet kiss against your lips. You hummed against his mouth, eager to deepen the otherwise chaste kiss. You felt him smile at your enthusiasm before he gently tugged at your hair, forcing you to look at him once again.Â
âDid you finish your translations, my love?âÂ
You shook your head. âNo, I think I need a study break.â
Regulus tutted. âCome show me what youâve done so far and Iâll tell you if youâve earned one.â
You pouted. It wasnât very often that Regulus denied your request. Usually, he bent over backwards just to make you happy, so when he didnât immediately grant you what you wanted, you couldnât help but act like an absolute brat. Patience had never been your strong suit and Regulus knew that.Â
Your boyfriend watched with an amused smirk as you retrieved your manual and parchment with a little frown on your face. You set the studying materials down on his desk and crossed your arms.Â
âWhere am I supposed to sit?â
Regulus patted his lap. âRight here is fine, darling.â
He almost chuckled at how quickly your mood brightened after that, but he didnât want to give himself away. Regulus knew exactly what you wanted and he had every intention of making you work for it. You made yourself right at home on his lap, rubbing your arse against his crotch. He wouldâve been embarrassed at how hard he already was underneath you, but Regulus had absolutely no shame when it came to his girl.Â
âWhy donât you read what you have so far, mon amour?â
You began by reading the ingredients, which listed the main components of the potion. Those were easy enough to translate given that the terms were quite similar in each language. Regulus urged you to continue and you had no choice but to fumble through the instructions, which you had undoubtedly mucked up after getting distracted by him.Â
âFaire chauffer Ă feu doux,â you said reluctantly.
Regulus shook his head. âFaire chauffer Ă feu fort,â he corrected in perfect French.
It was rather pathetic how hot and bothered you were over boiling instructions, but you couldnât stop squirming at how attractive it was to hear your boyfriend speak the language of love. Regulus bid you to continue, which you did rather distractedly.Â
You struggled through the next few sentences, pressing your thighs together every time Regulus corrected your pronunciation. âYou have to roll your tongue, darling. Like this.âÂ
After Regulus demonstrated by rolling his tongue and sounding out the word flawlessly, your skin felt so hot that you were surprised you hadnât burst into flames. As you stuttered over the next few sentences, you felt Regulus shuffle underneath you. He slowly unbuckled his belt and slid off his pants. You stopped mid-sentence when he lifted up your skirt.Â
Regulus slapped your thigh so hard that the action made you jerk in his lap. âI didnât say you could stop. Keep reading, love.â
âTrancher de la racine aux pointesââ you stammered lamely through the words as his hands roamed underneath your skirt.Â
You held your breath as he palmed you through the cotton fabric. Regulus smirked when he felt how wet and needy you were for him. He pulled your panties to the side, not bothering to take them off as he caressed your slit. Coating his index and middle fingers with your arousal, Regulus spread your wetness all along your folds.Â
A pathetic little whimper escaped your lips. Regulus grabbed your chin and turned you towards him. âI told you to keep reading,â he growled. âStart that section over and don't stop or Iâll make you regret it. Do you understand, princess?â
With a nod, you continued to decipher the next section. Regulus hummed in approval as he lifted your hips. You gripped the parchment as your boyfriend positioned you over his length before thrusting his cock inside of you without warning.Â
You bit your lip to keep your moan in. âWhat are you doing, Reg?âÂ
Regulus chuckled darkly. âYou didnât think Iâd let you get away with acting like a spoiled fucking brat, did you?â You gasped as he sheathed himself in your warmth, filling you to the hilt and nearly making you squirm with pleasure. âYou wanted my cock so Iâm giving it to you, but Iâm not moving until you finish your assignment.âÂ
The whine that escaped out of you made him smirk. âNow be a good girl so you can get your reward, yeah?âÂ
Your boyfriend stayed true to his word. Every time you translated a phrase correctly, Regulus rewarded you with a slow thrust. He grunted as he drove deeper into you, whispering praises of encouragement in your ear.Â
âMy smart girl,â Regulus declared proudly, littering kisses against your neck. âKeep going, baby. You want more, donât you?âÂ
The growing need for him distracted you. When you pronounced a word wrong, Regulus pulled all the way out until only his tip teased along your folds. You whimpered at the loss, loathing the hollow and empty feeling it left you with.Â
Regulus grabbed you by the throat. âSalĂ© means savory, sucrĂ© is sweet. Iâm disappointed. I know you know this, darling. Letâs refresh.â He pressed his lips against yours and you ached to kiss him, but you knew that he wouldnât be pleased if you did so without permission. âSay it with me. SalĂ©.âÂ
You swallowed thickly as he spoke the words against your mouth. The smooth way that the word rolled off of his tongue made you clench around him. Regulus smirked as you repeated the word, slightly stuttering while you struggled to stay still.Â
âSalĂ©.âÂ
âDoes it turn you on when I speak French, mon amour?â You nodded silently, not trusting yourself with words at the moment. âI know it does, gorgeous girl. I can tell by the way your pretty little pussy is clenching around my cock. Poor thing, you must be aching to be fucked, arenât you?âÂ
Tears pricked at your eyes. You wanted him so badly that it actually hurt. Regulus wiped the errant tear away with his thumb. âOne more, darling. Surely you can manage.â He tilted your chin up and spoke the last word against your lips. âSucrĂ©.â
âSucrĂ©,â you repeated obediently.
âWhat does it mean?âÂ
âSweet.âÂ
âJust like you, pretty girl.â Regulus kissed your cheek. âThat wasnât so hard, was it? Now you can have your study break.âÂ
You sighed in relief when Regulus finally kissed you. The chaste kiss from earlier was gone. Instead, he claimed your mouth with his tongue, leaving open mouthed kisses that had you tugging at his curls for more. He smiled as you grinded into him, making him grunt in pleasure as you lowered onto his length.
âSo eager, arenât we? Where do you want me, mon amour? Here or on the bed?â
âNeither,â you gasped into his mouth before glancing at the desk behind you.Â
He chuckled when he realized what you meant. âIs this what you were thinking about, love? Couldnât focus on your work because you were imagining me bending you over that desk?âÂ
You nodded. âYes,â you breathed. âPlease, Reg. I need you so bad.âÂ
âFuck, youâre so pretty when you beg.â Regulus shifted and patted your thigh. âCome on, darling. Bend over for me. Let me fuck you on this desk until you cry.âÂ
Regulus watched with lust blown eyes as you bent over the wooden desk. He flipped your skirt up and palmed your ass, the cold bite of his rings sending shivers down your spine. You bit your lip as Regulus loosened his tie. He smirked as he slid it off his neck.Â
âPut your arms behind your back, mon cĆur.âÂ
You eagerly obeyed his command. Regulus pinned your wrists together and bound you with his tie. Pressing your cheek against the wood, he stripped you of your shirt and kissed along your spine. Regulus leaned over and slipped a hand underneath your lacy bra, squeezing your tits as he positioned himself behind you. His other hand guided his cock at your entrance. Regulus slipped in slowly, giving you inch after delicious inch.Â
âMerde,â Regulus cursed. âYou feel so fucking good, princess.âÂ
Once he started moving, you were reduced to a blubbering mess. Regulus was relentless as he fucked you from behind, his fingers digging into your hips while he drove in and out of you. The parchment and quills that were neatly laid out on his desk clattered to the ground with every slam of his hips. The desk rattled against the wall while he fucked you into oblivion.Â
You pressed your cheek against the wood, the sound of your moans bouncing off the walls while you begged for more. âBaise-moi fort, Regulus.âÂ
Regulus hissed, thrusting into you with force just like you asked. The line between pain and pleasure blurred. Warm tears coated your cheeks as he pushed your body to the limit. Regulus pulled your hair and tugged him towards you for a sloppy kiss. Your legs shook underneath you as he slapped your ass. You could feel the imprint of his rings brand itself into your skin. He timed his thrusts with each smack, making you wetter and wetter by the second.Â
He brushed your hair back, kissing your cheek. Regulus placed his hand on your stomach and pressed down just as he rutted into you. âFeel that, princess? This is what I think about all day. Burying myself so deep inside you that you canât even form words.â You babbled in response, whatever words you were trying to form came out entirely incoherent. âHave I fucked you dumb, darling? You should know better than to ask me to fuck you harder. You know I have no control when it comes to you, Y/N.âÂ
You cried as he slammed into you. âSïżœïżœïżœtoo much, Reggie. IâI canât take anymoreââ
Regulus only laughed. âThatâs too fucking bad, princess. You begged like a whore, so you get fucked like one too.â He licked a stripe against your neck before leaving love bites on every surface of your skin.Â
There was nothing your boyfriend loved more than claiming your body like this. He smiled as you whimpered, knowing that youâd be marked and bruised for days to come. Though your cheeks were stained with tears, Regulus knew you could take more. Your body told him everything he needed to know. The way you fluttered around him indicated that you were close. He was definitely pushing your limit, but Regulus had a habit of coaxing you out of your comfort zone to provide the most mind-blowing orgasms that youâve ever experienced.Â
âCum for me, mon amour.âÂ
White hot heat surged through your veins. You moaned his name while the orgasm crested like a wave, washing over your body like a biblical flood. For a second, it felt like your soul had left your body entirely. The phrase la petite mort flashed in your mind. The little death, the French called it.Â
Just when you thought that the high was finally leveling out, Regulus picked you up and placed you on the desk. He untied your wrists before kneeling between your legs. Regulus smirked as he kissed along the inside of your thighs. Those pretty eyes flashed with mischief as he bit into your flesh.Â
âHang on, pretty girl. Iâm not done with you yet.âÂ
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Regulus lapped up your arousal. He kissed and sucked at your wet cunt like they were hauling him off to Azkaban at any given moment. Your boyfriend grunted when you tugged at his luscious curls, utterly turned on by your roughness. When Regulus looked up at you through thick, dark lashes with his mouth dripping with your cum, you couldnât help but shiver at the sight.Â
You loved seeing Regulus like this. You loved knowing that only you could awaken this dark and dangerous side of him.Â
âOh god, Reg,â you keened, arching against his mouth. âFuck, I love you.âÂ
Regulus hummed in approval, spelling out his initials against your folds. The curve of R.A.B. branded itself into your core in the most erotic way possible. The message was clear. You belonged to Regulus and Regulus alone.Â
As he worked, Regulus pumped himself between his fingers. You could feel him edging towards release just as a second orgasm washed over you. Regulus looked up when you tugged at his hair.Â
âDonât cum yet, baby,â you said hoarsely. âNot until youâre inside me again.âÂ
âMon dieu, you kill me when you say things like that.â Regulus hissed as he wrapped your legs around his waist. The groan that escaped his lips as he slipped inside of you again was downright vulgar. âMy filthy fucking girl. I love being inside of you.â
You whimpered in response, bringing him closer as he pounded into you again and again. âI love when you fill me up, Reg. Youâre the only one who can make me feel like this. Youâre the only one who can fuck me like I need. Gods, youâre perfect.âÂ
âYou feel so fucking good,â Regulus whispered against your lips. âGods, Iâm so close.â
âI know, Reggie. I know.â You kissed him, sighing as you canted your hips to match his rhythm. âI want to feel you cum inside of me, pretty boy.âÂ
Regulus grunted, his thrusts growing sloppy and desperate. Your words sent him over the edge and he came with a gasp, biting into your shoulder to keep himself from waking up the dungeons. You held him as the orgasm seized his body, whispering sweet nothings into his ear and following the praise with adoring kisses.Â
Your heart warmed as he gazed lovingly up at you. He pulled out slowly, peppering kisses all over your face but never taking his eyes off of you. The way Regulus looked at you made you feel like you were the only girl in the world.Â
âReg?â you murmured.Â
âYes, my love?âÂ
âI think I like studying after all.â Regulus chuckled against your skin, his curls tickling your neck. âYouâre excellent at inspiring motivation.âÂ
âAnything for you, mon amour. I was a goner the second you called me pretty boy.âÂ
âIs that so?â You teased, kissing the tip of his nose. âWell, you are, you know. Youâre my pretty boy.âÂ
âDonât say that unless youâre ready for another round.âÂ
âIâm always ready for you, Reggie. I canât get enough.â
Regulus picked you up bridal style and carried you to the bed. âJe t'aime de tout mon cĆur, my cheeky girl.â
âI love you too, Regulus Arcturus Black.â You smiled and kissed his temple. âWith all my heart.â
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undead or tired?
for @steddie-spooktober prompt âzombiesâ
rated t | 970 words | no cw | tags: established relationship, Steve has migraines, hurt/comfort, fluff, Eddie is a good boyfriend | also on ao3
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âHeâs been grumpy all day.â
âAnd his hairâs all greasy.â
âHe told me I was being too loud and then stuck his head in the freezer.â
Eddie nods along to the kidsâ complaints, but he already knows what the problem is. He sensed it earlier this morning when he stopped by Family Video to bring him the makeup for his Halloween costume.
Steve rounds the corner before Eddie can say anything else and heâŠ
Well, he looks like a zombie.
âIs that the makeup?â Eddie asks, already knowing the answer.
âNo,â Steve walks past him and sticks his head in the freezer. He sighs with relief and the kids look between him and Eddie.
âEveryone out,â Eddie waves his hands to shoo them away, hoping theyâll take the opportunity to leave the house altogether and go about their Halloween plans.
Eddie walks over and places his hand on Steveâs neck, squeezing the points of tension he knows are the root cause of the migraine. Steveâs knees nearly buckle as he groans in relief.
âWhen I said we should be zombies, I didnât mean literally,â Eddie says softly, rubbing his fingers against the knots in Steveâs shoulders now. âYou wanna get in bed?â
Steve shakes his head once. âPromised the kids.â
âIâll take them, sweetheart. You should rest.â
âBut I promised,â Steve turns his head, leaning his cheek against the edge of the freezer. His eyes are dull, bloodshot from the strain of keeping them open when heâs clearly exhausted. âS my job.â
âAs long as the job gets done, you didnât break your promise,â Eddie soothes. âCâmon.â
Eddie guides him back upstairs to his bed, tucking him in with a kiss on the forehead.
âMaybe next year we can be zombies?â Steve asks.
âYou accomplished it just fine this year, baby. Iâll think of something better for next year.â
Steveâs asleep before Eddie even leaves the room. The moment he closes the door, El and Will are standing there in their costumes: the twins from The Shining. Itâs creepy and a little too on the nose for Eddie.
âJesus Christ!â He jumps, holding a hand over his heart. âYouâre supposed to beâŠnot here.â
âIs Steve okay?â Will asks.
âHeâll be fine. But he needs to sleep off the migraine so Iâm in charge tonight.â
Will nods and makes his way downstairs, but El stays. She looks like sheâs deep in thought, but she always kind of looks that way.
âDoes he get migraines from being too tired?â She asks.
âSometimes. Or stress. Or just because heâs had a lot of head injuries.â
El nods. âI think I can help.â
âHow?â Eddieâs not doubting her, but sometimes she misjudges her powers a bit, thinks sheâs capable of things she just isnât.
El doesnât answer, just brushes past him into the room. Steveâs asleep, doesnât even budge at the sound of them coming in, so Eddie knows heâs exhausted. Heâs usually a light sleeper, always ready to fight the moment he hears a bump in the night.
Eddie doesnât stop her because he trusts her and heâs curious. Sheâd never hurt Steve, so whatever her plan is is worth a shot.
Her hand hovers over Steveâs forehead, then his neck, then his chest. Eddie watches with fascination as Elâs brows wrinkle in concentration.
âDo they always start in his neck and shoulders?â She asks.
Eddie nods, then realizes she isnât watching him. âYes, yeah. Usually.â
She continues moving her hand until it rests on his shoulder.
And then she smiles and turns to Eddie.
âAll better.â
She leaves the room without another word or even glance their direction.
Eddie looks between the door and Steve, still asleep in bed, but now without the crease in his forehead and tense jaw. Heâs tempted to wake him up and ask, but thereâs still dark circles under his eyes. Heâs still tired regardless of the migraine.
He leaves the room as quietly as he can.
When he gets downstairs, the kids are all ready to go, waiting surprisingly patiently.
âAlright, I donât have time to do my makeup, so weâre just gonna pretend Iâm rockstar Eddie Munson of Corroded Coffin fame. Top of the charts for the last year and guitar hero for all of eternity.â Eddie gestures to the front door. âMy limo awaits.â
Max snorts, but doesnât make a comment. They all shuffle to the door to head to the Hopper home, where Joyce has been preparing âthe best Halloween party in Hawkinsâ for two days now. It probably will be the best, but the bar is pretty low. None of them would ever say that to Joyce, though.
âWait!â Steve is running down the stairs, holding the bag of makeup heâd had in his room. âSomeone do my makeup!â
âI thought you had a migraine?â Dustin asks.
âItâs better. Câmon, weâre gonna be late.â
Eddie rushes to grab the bag from him, not commenting on the fact that the makeup was only a small part of the costume. He applies the green and purple heavily, knows itâs not the best he can do. Steveâs still got natural dark circles under his eyes, so heâll let that speak for itself.
âScary enough?â Steve asks the kids as they watch Eddie put all the makeup away.
âYou were scary enough before,â Mike jokes.
Will nudges him and shakes his head once.
âAlright, good enough answer. Letâs go!â Steve leads them to the front door, opens it, and scoots them out. âEddie, câmon!â
Eddie leans in to kiss him, his lips barely brushing against Steveâs painted lips.
âBetter?â
âMhm. Donât know how it went away so fast,â Steve shrugs.
Eddie decides now probably isnât the time to explain that El can apparently manipulate his migraines. Plenty of time tomorrow when heâs no longer a zombie.
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