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ma1dita · 2 months ago

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Hiiii! can i get one ticket for the graveyard smash starring Spencer Reid with a pretzel and a hot dog please? :):) this is so cooool

somebody’s watching me

[STARRING: SPENCER REID x reader ; “Don’t…move.” “Please just play along.” ] wc: 1.5k whoops warnings: MDNI —post-prison reid, bff!fem!reader, exhibitionism/voyeurism, mirror sex (kinda), dubcon?, p in v, creampie :) kinda inspired by 8x3 and other eps i cant be bothered to remember, title from the rockwell song

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Spencer always does what you want him to.

It’s a bad habit he’s picked up after a decade and a half of being your friend. You’ve been through it all together— after a few shitty breakups, navigating your twenties, several mid-life crises, health problems, and even him getting wrongfully sent to prison for a few months, sometimes he wonders how you’re still here, and still just as stubborn as him.

But he’s not sure he can listen to you this time around.

His eyes flicker around the underground bunker the both of you are locked in and the all-knowing Dr. Reid is stumped and there seems to be no other logical option than—

“Spence?”

The red laser beam pointed at you almost traces the curve of your jaw like someone’s drawing the shape from memory. And then it situates itself directly over your quickly beating heart.

“Don’t move,” he breathes, reaching out for you when your lips fall into a whimper, a slight sheen of sweat over your skin. You’re sat on his lap with your top off and maybe that’s the reason why he can’t focus on figuring out a profile for your psychotic ex-boyfriend who’s definitely watching every move you make through the two-way glass that's across from the bed.

“I think it’s because we’re not moving is why…Fuck, Spence, we have to do it.” The TV screen imbedded in the glass flashes red again to catch your attention, asking—no, demanding you two to humiliate each other in the most carnal way.

And sure he’s imagined you in this before, way more times than he’ll ever admit, on lonely nights on the jet, even when he scrolls through your Instagram profile (you’re the only account he follows and the sole reason he tolerates the app), and especially whenever he hears the lilt in your voice that you reserve only for him, but it wasn’t quite like this in his mind.

“I can’t…I’m not gonna do that to you,” he swallows thickly, licking his lips and catching the way your eyes follow the movement. You’re… actually contemplating this, he realizes as he recognizes the sureness in the furrow of your brows, “Don’t. My team will find us and we’ll get out of here,” Spencer’s voice is hoarse and his eyes widen at the feeling of your fingers undoing the buttons on his purple dress shirt. You’re quick with it, and by the time you reach his midsection, he knows you’ve made your decision, “I don’t want to die, Spencer Walter Reid.”

“We’re not going to die!” he scoffs frustratedly, and the rest of the air in his windpipe escapes him as you press kisses down his exposed chest, “M’gonna…God. I’m gonna get us out of here, okay?” Your tongue darts out to lick at his skin, trailing back up towards his neck as you start to rock against his growing erection and he tries not to like it too much. Spencer’s large hands slap over the fat of your hips—the sound echoes in the quiet of the room; with the force he’s grabbing your skin, it's sure to leave marks.

“Think my way’s faster. You should multitask or something then.”

Your best friend’s nails dig harder into the fabric of your dress pants as he tries to stop you again, “We can’t do this.”

“I want to,” you nip at his Adam’s apple, “Come on, we’re adults. There's no one else I'd even entertain this thought with. Plus your team’s coming, right?” Your nose nuzzles at a sensitive spot behind his ear, and the kiss you leave there is tender, for him—not the camera in the corner of the room, “Please just play along.”

“You want this? Swear on it.”

Spencer’s pinky raises in the air, his other hand patting around the top sheet to try to find yours, and when he does it’s trembling. He holds it tight, for the audience inevitably watching and in an effort to calm you down—because the last thing he’d ever want to do is hurt you. But your eyes flicker to the screen that starts counting down from 10, and then back to his espresso ones that remind you not to show any fear, so you lock your pinky with his and clear your throat.

“I want you to fuck me, Spencer. I really do.��

Honestly, it’s an offer even he can’t refuse.

It’s awkward at first, clothes fumbling off of each other’s limbs and then he’s laying back just watching you stretch yourself out on his cock. Spencer doesn’t know where to put his hands—they’re rubbing soothing circles into your thighs that are wrapped around his waist. He’s just…watching you watch him, his eyes fluttering shut and your belly contracting as you start to move, stamping your feet onto the worn mattress to push and pull yourself on his pulsating length. The sound of skin against skin and the embarrassing squelch of your pussy almost shatters through the air and it makes you self-conscious, gripping onto his shoulders to anchor yourself back to reality. You’re seriously fucking your best friend in front of your ex-boyfriend and god knows who else, and it’s hard to catch your breath as tears begin to cloud your vision, the humiliation starting to catch up with your confidence.

“Fuck,” he hisses, clenching his jaw at the sound of your little cries, cunt swallowing him whole when you almost lose your footing, “Spence…I can’t…” He peeks an eye open to see you…feel you quivering on top of him with your gaze focused on the glass, “I’m sorry, I’m just scared,” you sniff. Spencer’s hand cups the soft of your jaw, wrapping around the junction of your neck soothingly, “It’s okay. M’here. It’s just me.”

He’s trying so hard to focus on consoling you, but you’re so tight and tense and it’s bad that plunging into you feels so good.

"I know. S'why I'm scared," you mumble, bottom lip pursed in a pout and then a strangled noise rips its way out of your throat. Spencer realizes he’s fucking up into you when he hears you wail again, palms against his chest as he drives up into your weeping cunt, “You can take it, right baby? M’gonna take care of you.”

Fucking you was like nothing his brain could’ve ever dreamed to imagine— the way you’re writhing above him, broken calls of his name asking for him to slow down. But now he’s made his decision too, that no matter how this ends, even if you both die or walk out of here and never speak again there’s nothing that can take away the divine image of your body going limp as you cum for the first time with a “Yes!”

The screen still flashes red in your peripherals a while later signaling the end of the session. Neither of you pay it any mind with you face down almost eating the stuffing from the lone pillow on the bed and his eyes fixated on the globes of your ass as they almost have a gravitational pull, vibrating along his dick when he yanks your hips back to meet his. A whine slips past your lips, your eyes meeting the glass and watching your best friend ruin you in the reflection. His hair is wild with his efforts, pressing down the small of your back and yes, maybe for once it’s nice to let Spencer make the decisions for the both of you.

Especially if they make you feel this good.

“Eyes on me, baby. Everything’s gonna be okay.”

You wonder when the BAU will get to you both, and if they do, you selfishly hope there’s a chance Spencer will get to cum too.

He’s really breathy as he instructs you to look at him again, the smell of your combined musk in the air, sweat and slick being shared between your naked bodies. His voice is a low timbre you’ve never heard before, but your eyes are still busy watching him thrust into you with intention as if this already isn’t a memory you’ll forget. You find yourself extra pretty when he makes your tits swing like this, half-caught in a daydream of Spencer hitting a particular spot and how happy you look to get fucked while being watched by a psychopath, the grin on your face fitting someone who deserves to be institutionalized. You’re enjoying this more than you should, reveling in the attention and arching your hips so he can hold onto them better.

“You’re shaking so hard...” he breathes, noticing the uncontested bliss that’s taken over your face, “You like this huh? Like watching us?”

Nodding your head and biting your lip, you moan, “Like ‘em watching you fuck me. Your cock feels so good…” Your words are invigorating, making him tighten his hands around your neck as you go dizzy with pleasure.

"That's my girl," he smirks.

By the time your eyes roll to the back of your head for a second time, neither of you notice the number of lasers pointed at your bodies increasing, or the sound of the sirens outside the locked door. Spencer’s too far gone, hands interlocked around your throat to pull your head up towards his, moaning into your mouth as his cock stutters, stuffing you to the brim just as the door bursts open.

Came right in time.

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ghostofhyuck · 7 months ago

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His Car isn't Yours

He’s Mark Lee. He’s smart, handsome, a gentleman — everyone’s ideal boyfriend. He’s everything. Oh my god, girls would die to be in your spot. And yet, you felt uneasy as he took you on a date.

Oh right. You remember. Mark Lee is not him.

Word count: 2.5k

Tags: Fluff, angst. Mentions of NCT Dream Members. Mentions of sexual innuendo (just a few!)

Song Inspiration: His Car isn’t Yours by Wendy

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“How about this?” you asked over the video call. It’s almost seven in the evening and you’re still in your bathrobe, raiding your closet while showing it to your best friend. You couldn’t help it. You’re sweating and nervous.

“Did he mention where he’ll take you?” your best friend Donghyuck said over the phone.

“It’s a surprise he said, he just said dress pretty — what does he mean by that!?”

You heard Donghyuck’s hum for a minute. “Okay, ditch the pants and wear a nice dress and sandals.”

“Thanks, you’re a lifesaver Hyuck,” you said to him before proceeding to find the baby blue summer dress that you rarely wear. It was adorned with white flowers, the skirt being just above your knee and hugging your figure perfectly.

“Well of course! I couldn’t believe it!” Donghyuck squeals, you can see him jumping in his bed excitingly. “You’re going on a date with Mark, everyone wants him, you know that?”

Your smile faded when you heard your best friend’s comment. As the dress fit onto yours, you couldn’t help but to stare at the mirror. Suddenly, this idea was bad.

“Yn, don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts,” Donghyuck asked.

“What?” you only laughed, trying to brush off Donghyuck’s words. “No, of course not! You’re crazy.”

“Great, because this is the perfect opportunity for you to get over that jerk.”

Right. Donghyuck’s right. It’s time for you to get over him. It’s been a few months since you two broke up. It was a disaster and you remember crying in your best friend’s arms for a few hours until you passed out because you were too dehydrated. Donghyuck cursed him and you swore that that night Donghyuck swore all the curses that he could think of because of your ex-boyfriend.

It took you a while to pick up yourselves. Slumping yourself on your academics and studies just to get over him. But no matter how much you tried, there were nights that you cried and wondered, what went wrong with the two of you? You never attempted to move on from him. You’re still holding onto that small hope that maybe. Maybe. He’ll show up in your footsteps and ask for another chance.

But he didn’t and instead, Mark Lee somehow waited for you outside the hallways of your building, asking you if you two can go out for some coffee. Schemingly, Donghyuck agreed on your behalf, convincing you that you should just try it.

It was the first time you smiled in months. Mark was nice. He was easy to converse with, and he’s also good-looking to start with. You two enjoyed the cup of coffee, and it ended up with you asking what was his intention.

“I thought I was being obvious,” he laughs. A shy smile formed on his lips. “I’ve liked you ever since yn.”

You remember being caught off-guard with his sudden confession, you don’t know why but you feel your cheeks heating up because of it. Maybe, you were flustered by his sudden confession. You watch as Mark shyly looks away, and you don’t know why but a part of you wants to know where this will end.

That’s where you are right now. Wearing your baby blue dress, doing some finishing touches on your makeup while you’re waiting for Mark to pick you up. You agreed to have a date with him, and for once, you wanted to not mop around because of your ex-boyfriend.

“Oh wow, you look gorgeous,” Donghyuck compliments. “Hope you get dicked tonight.”

You laughed as you sprayed your perfume on you, “I’m not planning to.”

“That’s sad of you boo,” Donghyuck sticks out his tongue and as you put on your shoes, you hear Mark’s car parking in front of your place.

“Fuck, okay I got to go,” you said, grabbing your phone to say goodbye to your friend.

“Goodluck on your date! Tell me the deets tomorrow!” your best friend said one last time before hanging up. You only smile as you grab some few things and place them in your bag. As you went out of your place, you saw Mark leaning against his car, scrolling through his phone.

You stop midway, remembering that it was Mark who’s picking you up, and not him. It’s Mark, who’s hair is dyed blonde, leaning against his Honda Civic which is a different model that your ex-boyfriend drives.

You watch as Mark glances at you and does a double take, he puts his phone on his jean’s pocket as he approaches you with a smile.

“Wow,” he breathes. “You look so beautiful.”

Right. You remembered. That tonight isn’t about him, it’s about you and Mark and the hopes that you may find someone better than your ex.

“Thank you,” you only said. “You look handsome too.”

Mark lets out a chuckle, “should we get going?”

You only nod as Mark guides you towards his car, opening the car door for you which makes your heart flutter. The seat was comfortable and the interiors of the car looked interesting. Your eyes scanned the inside and noticed how it’s polished clean. Even the smell is nice and not those heavy air purifiers that pierces through your nostrils.

Mark enters the car, and his hands trail towards the seat belt, placing yours first before his.

“I’ll just put the music on shuffle, but if you want, you can connect your phone if you want to play any songs that you want,” he said, pressing play on the car’s stereo.

“I love this song!” you said, humming along the song.

Mark only smiles as he watches you dance lightly to the song, he revved the engine and started driving. He taps on the steering wheel as you continue to sing. He finds you cute, enticed by the lyrics of the song and even attempting to hit the high note.

“Oh by the way, where are we going?” you asked.

“It’s a surprise,” he teased.

“Any hint at least?”

Mark hums for a moment, “it's outskirts of the town.”

You became quiet, wondering what he means by outskirts. It’s either on the hills where the grassfield is clean and a perfect place for a picnic. Donghyuck gossips to you that it's supposedly a perfect hideaway for hookups and sex.

You glanced at Mark for a second and your heart started beating. There’s no way he’s going to bring you there. It’s too early! But a part of you thinks that Mark isn’t that type of guy who wants you for sex, so maybe it’ll be a wholesome picnic.

Hopefully.

But as your mind starts to panic, he turns left which is the complete opposite towards the side, your eyes widen. You know where this is going.

“We’re here!” he said, parking his car in front of the restaurant. As you step outside, you can feel the wind gently sweeping your skirt. You glanced at the sign. It was neon green, blinking due to its weariness. It’s been years since you went here and a sense of nostalgia hit on you.

“I can’t believe you brought me here,” you said with an amused tone. “I loved this place when I was a kid! I hope they still have their karaoke here.”

“I’m sure it’s still here,” Mark said. “Should we get inside?”

The interiors are still the same as when you were kids. The smell and the vibe, it’s all there! You see the karaoke on the diner’s corner and you can see that it’s still working, just waiting for a patron to drop a coin and pick a song number.

You and Mark chose the seat on the corner of the restaurant. It has a couch instead of the usual chairs, that’s why it’s more comfortable for both of you. The restaurant wasn’t that crowded with people, but it was still bustling with noises.

After the waitress wrote down your orders, your eyes couldn’t stop scanning the place. It is a memorable place for you. Your parents always bring you there on your birthdays or whenever you get good grades. You weren’t able to return to the restaurant ever since your parents moved to another country for work. You long forgotten about the restaurant too, that’s why it was a surprise that Mark brought you there.

“How did you know about this place?” you asked.

“This has been a popular restaurant ever since I was kid,” Mark explained. “I was craving their chicken and fries that’s why I brought you here.”

You laughed at his explanation but you saw his genuine side about it, “thanks. It’s been a long time since I went here.”

Mark only smiles. “Well, I’m happy that you loved it.”

As your order arrived, you and Mark downed on the food while at the same time continued your conversation. You two recalled the memories you two had when you were kids. Even listing down the songs you used to sing at the karaoke. Mark was convinced that at some point, when you two were kids, you two met at the restaurant.

Halfway through the slice of strawberry shortcake that you two ordered. You decided to be bold, standing up and approaching the karaoke.

“Are you going to sing dear? The songbook is on the side,” the waitress said with a bright smile.

You gave her a smile, “I hope my favourite song is still here.”

As you pressed the number, you were surprised that Madonna’s Crazy for You is still listed. You placed down the coin and the familiar tune began to fill the air. Applause from the customer began as you sang the lyrics.

You swayed along the song. You watch as the customers stood up and danced along with you. You turned around and saw Mark, smiling at you and even mouthing “wow” making you smirk as you winked at him. You continued to sing, feeling the rhythm, and then a bright idea popped into your mind.

Slowly, you approached Mark, who at first was embarrassed, but after much convincing from the crowd, he stood up and danced along with you, earning cheers from everyone. As the song ends, you let out a small bow and were about to return to your seat when Mark pulled you.

“Hey, sing with me on this one?” Mark said. You watch as he pressed some number and as soon as he dropped the coin, your heart shrunk.

You know this song. You know damn well this song. Because this is your song with him. The upbeat song of Starship’s Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now filled the room and you watched as Mark sang the first line. Fuck. He used to sing it with you, because he likes the song so much.

It quickly grasped into your mind that it was Mark who’s you’re singing with, you plastered a smile as you sang along the lyrics. In the eyes of the crowd, you two look like a couple. Two teenagers in love and having the best moment of their life, especially when Mark grabs your hand and twirls you before singing the bridge of the song.

You managed to finish the song, and the crowd cheered, even shouting “Kiss!” from them. Mark tried to brush it off, and you only let out a bitter chuckle because of the awkward situation.

After that whole singing session, you and Mark have called it a night. You were in a daze as you two exited the restaurant. You only snapped out of it when Mark held your hand and intertwined his fingers around it.

“Did I startle you? Sorry,” he was about to let go when you squeezed it lightly.

“No, it’s okay, my energy was just low because of the karaoke,” you explained, smiling at him.

“I had fun,” Mark said with a sincere tone. “I’m really glad that we went there.”

“Well, thank your chicken cravings then,” you teased, making him laugh.

As you two drive to your place. You two fell into a peaceful silence. You only watched as you passed by around the town. You couldn’t help but to lean on to the car window.

Tonight was fun. Being with Mark was fun. But as you sit there in silence your heart couldn’t help but to yearn for him. It’s hard. You wanted to cry and to let out all of your emotions. You wanted to blame him, because right now, he’s occupying your mind when it should be Mark who’s sitting next to you.

And as soon as Mark parks his car in front of your place, you couldn’t help but to stare at your apartment.

“You okay?” Mark asked.

That made you glance at him, “me? Of course, why?”

“You seem to be in very deep thoughts earlier,” Mark explained. “Wouldn’t mind telling me what it is?”

Mark is sweet. He was a gentleman, not to mention, a really popular guy in your university. Everyone wants him. Girls are lining up for him and would die to be in your place. And yet, you couldn’t find yourself lucky that he likes you.

Because Mark is not him. No matter how nice, sweet, and good-looking Mark Lee is. He is not the one you love. And you hoped that this night may change it, but no. He’s still occupying your heart.

“Listen Mark,” you breathe out. “You're sweet and caring, I had fun tonight but…”

You don’t know what to say. You don’t want to hurt him, you couldn’t bear to hurt Mark after you two just went out. It felt like a jerk move to do so.

But a part of you wants to be frank with him too.

“I just, I don’t think I’m not ready to be in a relationship,” you confessed. “If ever we’ll be together, I wanted to make sure that I can give myself to you but right now —”

“You haven’t moved on from Jeno, haven’t you?”

There it is. Mark mentioned his name and you can feel your heart beating nonstop. God, your ex-boyfriend had you wrapped around his fingers

“I’m sorry,” it was the only thing that you could say.

“No, it’s okay yn,” Mark chuckles. “It’s my fault too, I pursued you too early.”

“No, oh my god. It’s just —-”

“It’s fine yn no worries,” Mark gives you a smile, making you feel more guilty. “But that doesn’t stop me from pursuing you, you know that? I’ll be waiting until you’re ready.”

You could only let out a small smile, but in a split second you leaned onto him to give him a quick kiss on his cheeks. “Thank you Mark, I enjoyed our date tonight.”

“I’m glad you did.”

You bid goodnight to Mark. you gave him a smile one last time before going inside your apartment, as soon as you close the door, you couldn’t help but to lean against the door as you hear his car’s engine slowly fade into the background. You can still feel the coldness of the ac, and the scent of the lavender purifier of Mark’s car lingered on you.

But it felt different. Weird. Unfamiliar because you know that Mark’s car isn’t his.

Pt. 2 Jeno’s POV see here.

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juyeonszn · 11 months ago

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(NO) STRINGS ATTACHED

PAIRING lee hyunjae x f!reader

WORD COUNT 5.58k

GENRES smut ﹒angst ﹒fluff

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, strangers to fwb to lovers, a few timeskips here and there, hyunjae is a manwhore but what else is new, he’s also a criminal justice major so, mentions of alcohol, mentions of roblox? idk, reader is lowkey horny as hell 😭, handjob, oral (m!receiving), mentions of sex in various places, hyunjae is an emotionally constipated idiot, juyeon appearance crowd cheered, also cha eunwoo appearance but crowd did not cheer, hyunjae goes through the five stages of grief, no foreplay but what can u do about it, marking, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap u know the drill), cowgirl position yeehaw, creampie yeehaw, little bit of cockwarming st the end ngl

SUMMARY becoming friends with lee hyunjae after his valiant attempt to save your life (stopping you from drunk driving) was certainly not on your year’s bingo card. also not on your bingo card? waking up in his bed every other night following, but it’s not like you’re really complaining.

MORE bruh. first of all. i’m so sorry this is so late. 😭 second of all, NOT ONLY IS IT A DAY LATE, BUT ITS ALSO LIKE AN HOUR AND A HALF LATE 😭 my time management was not all there this past weekend, and also due to some unfortunate decisions on my part, this fic was delayed a bunch but WE ARE SO BACK pls. i hope u all enjoy this bc i kinda hate it and im sad bc i was so excited for it and its nothing like how i wanted it to be… pls rb if u liked it 😿 also this is lowkey for izzy bc we’re both going through insane hyunjae brainrot rn..

SERIES MASTERLIST

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri @deoboyznet @cloverdaisies @vernyangel @ericlvr

TAGLIST @millksea @from-izzy

In Hyunjae’s defense, he didn’t mean for any of this to happen.

When the two of you first met, he really was just trying to be a gentleman. He’d always been raised as someone who should do the right thing without expecting anything in return. He prided himself on sticking by his mother’s lifelong wisdom.

Okay sure, he might’ve had a few slip ups here and there in the form of random girls he’s hooked up with, but could you blame him? He was a university criminal justice major after all. There’s no harm in a little one-night-stand fun. Learning the ins and outs of the world of law and order was soul-draining enough without the freedom to stress-relieve whenever he felt fit.

Right. Back to you.

Your first encounter took place at the Tau Beta Zeta end of semester party. The fraternity had been working towards securing their victory against the KAT sorority just so they could host the damn thing. Hyunjae had yet to find a girl to entice him for the night, instead bothering some of his frat brothers. For example, Jacob Bae, who had just won the IST University boys’ volleyball team a championship title.

He could’ve gone after Lee Haeun, Jacob’s ex, but he had higher standards than that. There was also the incident earlier that day, while setting up for the party. He tried making a move on the KAT president to piss off Sangyeon, but that ended up failing. Honestly, he didn’t even care much about sleeping with anyone at these things anyways. Usually pretty girls came up to him first, but then ghosted him once they realized he wasn’t looking for anything serious. That was the only reason why his rap sheet was so long. He’d never intended on being the resident fuckboy.

Hyunjae remembers spotting you across the room during one of the numerous rounds of beer pong that night. Rather than Juyeon refereeing with Younghoon like they normally did, he stepped in to let the younger male enjoy the party with his girlfriend. The current match-up was Sunwoo versus Changmin with their respective partners. He had glanced up after witnessing the soccer prodigy miss a cup, making eye contact with you accidentally.

You tucked some hair behind your ear, bringing your drink to your lips and taking a sip before looking away. Your friends had sucked you back into the conversation you were having, effectively blocking Hyunjae’s chance to shoot any shots. He quickly got over it upon witnessing Changmin and Sunwoo arguing over the game, egging them on like the instigator he was.

Most people would’ve thought that was the end of it. Just a fleeting glance at each other, dozens of people standing between you. In hindsight, Hyunjae partially wishes that was where your story ended. You would’ve just been another girl to him, a stranger he saw once and never ran into again.

It’s funny how the universe works in strange ways.

By two in the morning, when over half of the partygoers had left the TBZ house, Hyunjae felt his social battery reach empty. He woke up earlier that morning to study for his Victimology final and felt drained by the time he walked out of the lecture hall. (He knew he aced it, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t mentally taxing.) He was just about ready to call it a night when he saw you sitting on the bottom step of the stairs, blubbering into your phone about something.

“What do you mean you left?” You wail, cheeks stained with mascara streaks. “I don’t care about your boyfriend! I’m too drunk to drive home and you were supposed to be my D.D.”

Your words are slightly slurred, a hiccup following your last sentence. Damn, you were cute even when you were crying like a baby. Hyunjae observed as you argued with who he assumed to be your friend over the phone, exasperated by the end of it. Despite not knowing a single thing about you, not even your name, he decided to step in and offer aid.

“I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but I heard you saying you’re too drunk to drive yourself, and as a TBZ member I just can’t let that happen,” he extended a hand to you. “I’d be more than willing to let you stay here until the morning, if you’d like. You can have my room and I’ll just crash in one of the others.”

Your lower lip quivered, as if you were on the verge of even more tears. You sniffle when you respond, eyes doe-like and glassy. “R-Really? You would do that f-for me?”

“It’s a better alternative than taking a rideshare home alone while drunk,” he nods. “And I’m definitely not letting you drive anywhere yourself.”

Hyunjae doesn’t know why he felt so protective over you. The thought of some potentially creepy man taking advantage of you because you were under the influence didn’t sit right with him. He poked his cheek with his tongue, hand still outstretched to you. You took it gently, allowing him to guide you to his bedroom. He grabbed some of his clothes so you could be comfier and gave you a washcloth so you wouldn’t go to be with your makeup on. He felt better knowing you were in the safety of his fraternity house rather than anywhere else. It kind of pissed him off that your friends would leave you to fend for yourself like that.

The next morning, you came down the stairs drowning in Hyunjae’s clothes, rubbing at your eyes sleepily. You held the heel of your palm to your temple, wincing from the headache no doubtedly caused by your hangover. It was around 11 AM when you woke up and most, if not all, of his frat brothers had already left to head home for the holidays.

You found your knight in shining armor sitting at the breakfast bar in the kitchen, a mug with the default male Roblox face in his grasp. He was scrolling through his phone mindlessly, taking sips of his coffee every now and then until he heard you. He spins around in his chair, offering you a warm smile.

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty. Did you rest okay?” He asks, getting up to grab you your own mug.

Your cheeks burn up at the nickname. The whole situation is still a bit odd to you. You knew of Lee Hyunjae through the grapevine (every other girl at your school), yes, but you’ve never held an actual conversation with him before. And now here you are, taking shelter in his home and sleeping in his bed. It was sweet of him to be so hospitable, though. He could’ve kicked you out and pretended you didn’t exist.

“That’s probably the best I’ve ever slept in my life,” you laugh to cut through the tension. “Thank you for keeping me alive last night. I feel indebted to you forever.”

“It was no problem, at all. My pleasure, actually,” he grins, passing you a mug filled with fresh coffee. “By the way, I never got your name.”

“It’s Y/N,” you tell him, mouth pulling into a smile at the cup he just gave you, which happened to be the female adjacent to his. “Hyunjae, right?”

He doesn’t know if he should be embarrassed by the fact that you already knew his name or not, but given his previous reputation, he thinks it shouldn’t be that big of a deal. He clears his throat and nods as he drinks more of his coffee. He tries to distract himself from the weird feeling bubbling in his chest with how cute you looked in his clothes.

“Do you not have any plans for the break?” You switch the subject, noticing that the house was empty for the most part.

“Nah,” he shakes his head. “I’m from here, so it isn’t really much of a drive to visit home. I’ll go over on Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, and New Years but that’s about it. Other than that, I like to enjoy having the whole house to myself.”

“Woah, me too! My friends are all from out of town though, so I’m usually really lonely. It’s always so odd thinking about how this is just a stepping stone for people’s lives and I’ve been here all of mine.” You stir some cream and sugar into your coffee, pursing your lips. “So, I take it you’re not doing anything today?”

“Nothing. Zip. Zilch. Nada,” Hyunjae leans back in his chair. “I’ll probably just watch some movies and call it a day. What about you? Any plans for the break since all of your friends are gone?”

“I have just as many as you.” You sip on your beverage.

“Well, the couch space next to me will be unoccupied if you’d like to join me.”

“I think I might take you up on that offer.”

You feel like maybe this was some sort of elaborate scheme to trap you. Your eyes kept flickering from the TV to his profile, entranced by the blue light illuminating his features. You wanted nothing more than to claim your seat on his lap and ride him into the sunset like a gallant steed, which was ironic considering the way the two of you met.

It’s in the middle of the third movie that you finally feel yourself grow restless. No way could you sit beside Lee Hyunjae, spend the whole day with him, and not jump his bones. It was, like, the most obvious thing to do. It was Lee Hyunjae. Did he expect you not to?

He feels you squirming next to him, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. In all honesty, he’s surprised he’s abstained from touching you this long. From the moment he saw you in his clothes this morning, he wanted you underneath him. He doesn’t know how to initiate anything without seeming too forward though.

Luckily, he doesn’t have to make much effort on his part.

You place one of your hands on his thigh, dragging your nail along the seam of his sweatpants. He turns to you with a raised eyebrow. All you can do is bat your eyelashes at him innocently.

“You know, Hyunjae, I never got to properly thank you for your act of nobility last night,” you start, fingers creeping up higher. “And I just thought of something that I think we’ll both like.”

He doesn’t have the strength in him to restrain himself after that, pulling you into a heated kiss. He nips at your lower lip and tangles his tongue with your own, getting easily lost in the spellbinding of your touch. Your lips trail along his jaw and down his neck, hooking your fingers into the waistband of his pants. You suck deep marks into the skin of his pulse point while simultaneously palming him through his underwear.

You’re moving fast, but you’re on a mission. You’ve been waiting for this all day, you can’t imagine slowing down now. It doesn’t appear that he plans on stopping you either.

Hyunjae throws his head back, hissing when you discard his boxers. The cool air of the house hits his cock at the same time you bite down on the divot where his neck meets his shoulder. Your hand gently wraps around his length, thumb running over the slit to collect the precum that’s formed there. He watches in a trance as you go on your knees between his legs.

You press a sweet kiss to his tip before taking him into your mouth. He groans, twisting your hair around his wrist so he can control your movements. Hyunjae doesn’t think he’s ever wanted head this badly in his life. He’s always been a giving person, always providing the pleasure for the girl he was with. There were only a handful of times that he’s ever been on the receiving end and none of them were memorable. But this time is different.

For some reason, you’re the only one who’s ever been able to get him this riled up this quickly. You’re still relatively a stranger to him, and even though he’s had plenty of one night stands, it’s unlike any of the others.

Your throat relaxes so you can swallow more of him, tongue swirling around the tip. He’s the biggest guy you’ve ever been with, making things a little harder for you, but you were never one to back down from a challenge. And getting Lee Hyunjae to cum from the work of your mouth alone was the ultimate reward.

Hyunjae moans when your attention focuses on his sensitive slit. The sound is music to your ears, goading you into continuing your task. You gag around his dick and tears prick at your eyes when he pushes your face down further, your nose brushing the lower part of his abdomen. One of your hands wanders, tracing and scratching his abs as the other jerks him off.

He swipes away some stray tears with his thumb, bucking into your mouth and hand. “Fucking look at you, taking me like a good girl. You’re so filthy.”

You whine, squeezing your thighs together for your own friction. You can wait, though, entirely too focused on getting him to finish. You’re thankful it isn’t that much longer until he does, painting your lips and cheeks with his release when you pull off of him to press a cute kiss on the same spot. He knows he finished too fast for someone of his caliber, but he doesn’t have it in him to care.

“You’re so hot,” he brings you up to connect your lips once again.

It was very easy to fall into a habit after that.

Throughout the entirety of the break, Hyunjae would call you over or vice versa and you’d rock each other’s world’s. It was practically an entire month of fucking nonstop. You’d done it in the TBZ house living room, in his bed, in the kitchen, in the shower and every other surface you could think of. Your own apartment had been christened plenty with your sexcapades also. Both of your cars had seen you naked too. But the most memorable place had to be his childhood bedroom the night of Christmas. He went to his parents’ for a couple days and hit you with that 3 AM “You up?” text when his libido couldn’t quell. That was probably the quietest you’d ever have to be.

Hyunjae had to explain to his mom that no, he hadn’t gotten mauled by a wild animal in his sleep. It was harder coming up with another plausible lie to cover the source of the hickeys on his neck, but he’d rather tell his mother something stupid than the fact that he was an insatiable freak.

When it came time for everyone to return to school for the spring semester, you’d deluded yourself into thinking there could be something real between you and Hyunjae. I mean, what else were you supposed to do? This gorgeous man had spent almost every single day of winter break with you, even if it was mostly for the sex. That wasn’t all you did though. You shared meals together and talked about your life goals. You truly got to know him better than just the hot frat guy who’s made his rounds with girls on campus.

However, Hyunjae did not think he was ready for that level of commitment.

After spending a month with you and learning all of your little quirks, he thought he was going insane. He’d been in situationships in the past and none of them ever ended well, especially because they always caught feelings. He didn’t want the two of you to fall down the same path. But he noticed the linger of your touches and kisses and the way your eyes sparkled when he spoke. He didn’t want to be the one to break your heart.

He just couldn’t see himself getting into a serious relationship. He was preparing to apply for law schools and get his shit together. He didn’t think he couldn’t handle throwing a girlfriend into the mix. Even if it was you. Bold, pretty little you, who had Lee Hyunjae wrapped around her finger without trying.

Things come to a speeding halt for both of you halfway into the second week back.

Hyunjae was walking out of his Crime Mapping II lecture when he saw you chatting up Cha Eunwoo outside of the building, giggling and being all touchy with him. He doesn’t know why he feels so… stuffy… when he sees that. He doesn’t know why it makes him mad. He doesn’t know why it feels like his heart has just been stomped on a handful of times.

He walks over to you and clears his throat, hands shoving into his jacket pockets. He tries to ignore how cute you look in your puffer coat, nose rosy from the cold. You pause in your conversation to say hi to him before resuming whatever you were saying before. It was like he was invisible.

“I gotta go, but I’ll see you in class tomorrow?” You tuck some hair behind your ear, smiling at the male.

“For sure. Talk to you later, Y/N.” He says, waving as he takes off.

Hyunjae starts in the opposite direction wordlessly, leaving you to stumble behind him like a newborn deer. He looks upset about something, but you’re not sure if you should ask. When you finally match his pace, you frown, tapping his shoulder.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Since when were you friends with Cha Eunwoo?” Hyunjae blurts, tone catching you off guard. You blink at his outburst.

“For a while, I guess? We’re in the same department and we’ve had a few classes together. Why? Is that a problem?” You stop your steps, forcing him to do the same.

“No, why would it be? I’m not your boyfriend. You can talk to whoever you want.” He backtracks, realizing the connotation behind his question. Shit, why does he not think before he speaks?

“You could be,” you shrug, gaze casted downward to avoid his stare. “You could be my boyfriend.”

Again, because he’s a stupid boy, he chooses not to use his brain in such a critical situation. “I don’t want to be. You can date him for all I care.”

Hyunjae didn’t want to be the one to break your heart, but he knows he did when he sees the flame in your eyes die out. He thinks he broke his own too, chest constricting when tears well up in the corners. You wipe your runny nose with your gloved hand, sniffling with a scoff.

“Fuck you, Hyunjae,” your voice is surprisingly calm, and that scares him more. “Fuck you and your stupid fucking commitment issues and your lack of empathy. Stay away from me.”

He can’t even think of something quick enough to stop you. Of course, his mind runs at a million miles a minute when it’s the worst time. But when he needs it to work most, it fails on him. That’s exactly his luck.

He just stares as your figure gets smaller and smaller, getting further and further away from his reach. His stomach feels ugly, twisted in a way it shouldn’t be. Maybe it’s because he’d considered you a close friend at this point, and now there’s no way you didn’t hate him. He told you things that he hadn’t even told his brothers, things that he hoped would never see the light of day. He’d spoken his insecurities out into the world and you were the one he let see that vulnerable side of him. He had something good going for him finally, and he went and ruined it.

Who could he be mad at but himself?

When Hyunjae sees you again, it’s been at least a week since your argument in the middle of campus.

He’d been beating himself up over the fight the entire time. Numerous what-if scenarios ran through his mind when he should’ve been sleeping. He wonders what he could’ve said to make everything turn out differently. Had he just told you what was bothering him, told you about that icky sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, perhaps you wouldn’t have walked away.

He’s pretty sure you’re doing it on purpose. You avoided him until you knew you’d definitely see him, and then you’d flaunt yourself to purposefully piss him off. Despite only knowing each other for a little over a month, you had Hyunjae read like the back of your hand. You knew he was stubborn and had to be pushed into admitting he was wrong. He’d never outright confess to his mistakes unless you backed him into a corner and forced him to.

So you can imagine his reaction when he saw you walk into that week’s TBZ party with Cha Eunwoo around your shoulders.

If Lee Hyunjae had any faults, it was that he was too prideful. He realizes this when you stroll right past him, ignoring his presence. You giggle at something Eunwoo said as you grab some drinks. There’s no way you aren’t doing this to get on his nerves. Especially not in that outfit.

His grip on his cup is not normal, he knows that. But it’s not subtle if anyone notices and when Juyeon of all people points it out, he knows it even more.

“Yo, dude. Are you good? You look like you might kill somebody if we’d let you.” The younger male pats his back.

“Honestly, no, not really. But there isn’t really anything I can do about it.” Hyunjae huffs, welcoming his defeat with open arms.

“You can talk to me about things. It’s kinda weird but I always feel like getting out your thoughts is better than internalizing and blowing up randomly.” He says after a moment.

“I guess I’m just confused why I’m so jealous of something that isn’t mine.” The heart to heart with his frat brother follows the entire five stages of grief, starting with step one; Denial. He’ll keep denying the real reason he feels the way he does.

“Are you talking about that girl you were messing around with during break?” Juyeon asks, bringing his cup to his mouth. “And the fact that she’s here with Cha Eunwoo?”

Step two; Anger. His cup snaps and the sharp edge of the plastic scratches the inside of his palm. “Why would I be jealous of her being here with him? I could give less of a fuck about that. She’s not my girlfriend, she can do whatever she wants.”

He raises an eyebrow at how defensive his senior gets, lips quirking up. “Sure, Hyunjae. You’re not jealous. But you’re acting like it and you know you are.”

“Well,” step three; bargaining. “I’m not not jealous, I just— I don’t know. I’ve never been on this side of the situation before. Am I even allowed to be mad about it?”

“I mean, it’s a little unconventional, but yeah, I think you are. You spent the better part of a month getting to know this girl. You’ve seen her in ways other people haven’t. Even if you weren’t going into it with the intention to start something, I think it’s hard not to want anything after. Unless you’re completely heartless. But you’re not exactly The Grinch, so.” Juyeon sounds too wise for standing in the middle of a frat party.

“Nothing’s gonna happen now, though. She hates me and wants nothing to do with me because I screwed up.” Step four; Depression.

“You don’t know that unless you make an attempt to fix it,” his junior sighs. “Look, she’s gonna keep projecting how upset you made her if you aren’t gonna do something about it. But there’s a high chance that she’ll forgive you if you’re just real with her.”

And last, but not least, step five. Acceptance. Lee Hyunjae has finally accepted that he’s not an emotionless robot incapable of producing feelings for someone. He takes Juyeon’s advice right then and there, deciding that this is something he has to do immediately. (He also knows how much you can drink at these things and he preferred that you were sober when he spoke to you.)

He thanks his friend and sets off to search for you in the sea of already drunk university students. He’s anxious. He’s never been the type to have serious discussions about anything, really. He assumes that it stems from never seeing that in his own parents. They loved each other, yeah, but they never really talked about difficult topics with each other. Or, in front of him they didn’t.

Hyunjae thinks he might throw up when he finds you in the other room. Cha Eunwoo is still glued to your side, but he’s hardly paying attention to you, talking to his friends. You look bored, like you were waiting for something— or someone— to save you. This was his opportunity.

Your eyes widen when you see him heading straight for you, swallowing thickly. There wasn’t any route of escape so you were stuck having to deal with him. In all honesty, the hurt was still very fresh for you, and you weren’t sure you could handle talking to him yet.

“Can we please talk? I need to tell you something,” he yells over the loud music.

“Why should I listen to what you have to say?” Your tone is shaky, wavering slightly, but you’re grateful that he can’t hear it with how voluminous this party is.

“Y/N,” he pleads almost, eyes communicating what you needed to hear. “This is important.”

You concede, sneaking from Eunwoo and following Hyunjae blindly. You could be getting whisked away to your demise, but the former hardly even notices, too engrossed in whatever he was saying to his friends. You’re a bit apprehensive when Hyunjae takes you into his bedroom, biting your cheek when the memories of what you’ve done in here come flooding back to you.

“Okay, I don’t know how to put this into a coherent thought,” he turns his back to you.

“Can we just get this over with? You don’t want me, remember? I don’t even know why I’m giving you the time of day—“

“Of course I want you,” he exclaims, spinning around and pinching the bridge of his nose. “God, are you blind? It’s so obvious that I’ve wanted you for so long, Y/N. I’m just stupid and I fucked everything up, because I was scared that things would change and I’m afraid of change. That’s the reason why I have commitment problems. I don’t want to commit myself to something just for everything to change in the blink of an eye.”

You shut up after that, your heart skipping in your chest. This was what you wanted. You wanted a messy confession. Something that told you it wasn’t all in your head. That you weren’t making things up. That he felt the same way you did.

Your lips collide in a rough, desperate manner. Hyunjae’s never had a way with words, so kissing you with every ounce of longing in his being and holding you like you’d disappear any second was his outlet. This was how he could show you his true feelings. Your heart rate transitions from your pulse point to your ears, amplifying with each suck of your bottom lip between his teeth

You’ve done this so many times before, but it will never be the same as this one. No one could ever make you feel the way Lee Hyunjae does. It might be crazy, but it only took a month for you to realize that there will never be another for you. The conversations that trickled into early hours of the morning following going at it like jackrabbits were perfect to you. They weren’t ideal, but they were enough.

The two of you walk backwards until he’s sitting on the edge of his bed, your knees on either side of his lap. You cup his jaw in your hands, grinding down on him every time your lips move together. Hyunjae’s fingers dig into your sides and push up the material of your dress. He’s moving fast, rushed like you might decide you don’t want this and walk out of his room.

You can’t really blame him, your pace disorganized with only one goal in mind. Neither of you could be bothered with the foreplay, too needy and craving the touch of one another as quickly as possible. You part from him to pull off your dress, eyes fluttering shut when he starts leaving a trail of kisses down your stomach. He doesn’t want to waste time commenting on the fact that you were braless underneath so he busies himself with pecking the tops of your tits. Your fingers card through his hair with an extended sigh, noticing how long it’s gotten since you first met.

Hyunjae pushes his pants down his legs as you yank his shirt over his head, reconnecting your lips. He uses his ring and middle fingers to shove aside your underwear, discarding his own shortly after. Your mouth nips and bites your favorite places on his neck, ensuring you mark the surface so everyone knows who he belongs to. You were the one who acquired the key to Lee Hyunjae’s heart.

Your teeth sink into his skin the moment he slips inside of you, both of you moaning when he slides right into your cunt like he was meant to be there. You whine when he bottoms out, your sensitive clit bumping into his pelvic bone. You’re so warm and inviting, Hyunjae feels like he’s falling under a spell. Just being inside of you feels like a form of hypnosis. If it was up to him, he’d stay here forever, content to sit with his cock stuffed in you without interruption. But you both yearn for more than that.

He tightens his grip on your hips, bucking upwards into you and watching with heavy eyes as a whine spills from your lips. You look so fucked out despite him doing absolutely nothing to you yet. He thrusts up again experimentally, grinning when your upper half knocks into his.

“Feel good, baby?” He coos into your ear, nipping at the lobe and the area surrounding.

You nod with a whimper when his cock brushes that sweet spot deep inside your pussy. “Mhm, feels so— fuck, Jae, want it harder.”

“Anything for my pretty girl,” he smiles into your skin.

He increases the speed that he fucks into you, pinning down your hips so you can’t move and all you can do is take it. It’s like you can feel him in your abdomen, his cock plunging in you so far. You’d think after a month of fucking practically every day, you’d be used to his size by now. However, that was just not attainable. You don’t think you could ever get used to how big he was, how thick he was.

The force that he drives into you with is unmatched, miles apart from what he’s given you before. It’s like he wants to burn the shape of himself inside you, so you never forget that he’s the one making you feel like this. Nobody but Hyunjae can fuck you this well.

He moves you further up the bed, flattening his feet on the mattress and laying down so he can press deeper, a new angle that has your vision going blank. You don’t think twice about the volume of your cries, letting him know how good he’s giving it to you. You’re encouraging him, wanting him to get cockier so he can keep fucking you into oblivion. Your fingers grasp at the sheets beside his head for support.

Hyunjae’s nails impress crescent shapes into your waist, his mouth returning to your tits so he can leave his own marks all over your chest. It’s when your clit rubs against his lower stomach again that you let go, your orgasm crashing into like a train. It winds you, ripping your breath from your throat and stealing your oxygen. He’s close behind, the feeling of your walls clenching around him in rapid intervals triggering his own.

He fills you up nicely, both of you releasing guttural groans at the sight of his cum dripping out of you. You’re too exhausted to get up, collapsing on top of him. He doesn’t mind, more than happy to stay buried inside of you even if you didn’t do anything.

“So…” You start after a bit of silence, drawing unrecognizable shapes on his chest. “You’ve wanted me for so long, huh?”

“Shut up,” he laughs, eyes closed while he recuperates from using all of his energy on you. “This is still new for me.”

“I know, Mr. Emotionally Constipated And I Don’t Date ‘Cause I’m Going To Be A Big Fancy Hotshot Lawyer,” you tease, pecking his lips and then his nose. “I must be extremely special to be the one who changed your mind.”

“You’ll be the death of me, you know that right?” He shakes his head, brushing some of your hair from your face. You smile down at him with an unfamiliar fondness in your eyes.

“Why else do you think we’ve gotten this far?”

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only angel

summary: you need to make your ex boyfriend jealous and your brother’s best friend is more than happy to help

pairing: brother’s bsf!jude bellingham x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of the reader being cheated on

word count: 2.6k

notes: you can find my masterlist here. this is kinda? based on one scene from culpa mia that’s had my head spinning for days so u should go watch it!!!

you couldn’t remember the name of the boy who had his hands on your ass.

that would’ve been a problem any other night, the fact that the hands didn’t belong to your boyfriend but a total stranger you’d met not even ten minutes before. but it wasn’t any other night and your boyfriend was no longer your boyfriend because he’d decided it was okay to make out with other girls when he was bored. just to make matters worse, you only found out because ben’s best friend sent you a picture, zoomed in from across the room until you could see clearly how far his tongue was down her throat.

hurt and frustration had taken over, a burning need to get back at him unfurling in your chest and after downing a bunch of shots you’d grabbed the first boy you’d spotted. now that you think of it, you’re not sure you even asked for his name, too caught up in dragging him up the stairs and away from the rest of the party. you wanted to send ben your own picture, preferably one that would hurt a lot more. so here you were, pressed up against the wall, rough hands palming at your bare skin and you couldn’t deny that it felt good.

the kisses and wandering hands had distracted you from your task, had momentarily made you forget as you instead focused on how good it felt to be with someone who clearly wanted you. your relationship with ben had been teetering on the edge for weeks, both of you becoming bored but neither of you making the first move to part ways. maybe you should’ve known the avoidance would only ever lead to this.

teeth sunk into your bottom lip and the sharp pain tugged you out of the kiss, had you remembering why you’d cornered the boy in the first place. untangling one hand from his light hair, you pulled your phone from where you’d tucked it safely into the space between your boobs and your dress, lifted it high enough to capture what you were doing. there was a few seconds of fumbling, a frustrated groan working it’s way up your chest, getting lost in the boys mouth as he gripped a little harsher at your ass.

and then your phone was gone, plucked straight from your fingers with practiced ease, your hands immediately pushing at the chest in front of you. the boy stumbled in surprise, dropped his hands from you as you rushed to tug your dress back down. jude flashed you a grin, taunting and a little mean, his dark eyes locked on yours.

“give me my phone.” you demanded, already stepping forward but he tutted and hid the device behind his back.

“you’re blocking the bathroom, angel.” jude turned to the boy standing awkwardly at your side, hands pressed in front of his crotch and embarrassment rolled over you at being caught in such a position. especially by jude. he cocked his head towards the stairs. “move.” the tone of his voice left no room for arguments and within seconds you were left alone in the hallway.

jude looked heartbreakingly good, far too hot to be wandering alone through a house party and you hated yourself for wondering if he’d been with anyone since you’d parted ways at the front door. it was only his second night back from spain and he’d gotten bigger since the last time you’d seen him, all broad shoulders and bulging arms, his hair and beard grown out significantly more. the all black outfit he was wearing was really doing wonders for him, the shirt open by at least three buttons so you could see the top of his chest, smooth skin just waiting to be marked. he was gorgeous and you hated it.

"did my brother send you up here to do that?" you asked, annoyance burning hot inside of you as you crossed your arms over your chest and glowered at your brother's best friend.

jude and your brother had been friends for as long as you could remember, joined at the hip through primary and secondary, only parting when jude left for germany. that distance meant that whenever jude was back home he was with your brother, which meant you saw him a lot more than you'd like. it wasn't that you didn't like jude, it was the opposite actually, you liked him a lot more than you should.

there was an undeniable tension between the two of, you, lingering glances and fleeting touches that left you burning up. inappropriate comments whispered in your ear while he brushed past you in the kitchen, compliments pressed into your skin as he grazed his lips over your bare shoulder, too quick for you to really feel the heat of his touch. on more than one occasion you'd caught him staring at your ass or tits, a look in his eye that screamed he wanted to ruin you. multiple movie nights had almost ended with you begging him to fuck you right there on the sofa, wound up from how many times he'd brushed his fingers over your thigh beneath the duvet you shared.

but it never went any further, he never really touched you, not in any way that would satiate the need you had for him. because there were rules, rules that had been put in place long before you had any idea what it meant to want another person. your brother had made it more than clear that you were off limits to all of his friends and if he ever found out about the flirting between you and jude you were sure he’d kill you both.

"no," jude sounded casual when he replied, teasing even, but his next words were anything but. you could hear the strain in them, the hidden jealousy that made your chest ache every time. "why're you up here getting off with that idiot? where's ben?" he sneered your ex's name, face twisted like the word left behind a bad taste in his mouth and for maybe the first time you understood.

“obviously not here.” the words had barely left your mouth when your phone, still tucked into jude’s hand, pinged with a new message. nosy as always, he glanced down at the screen, stared with a blank expression for a few seconds before his brows creased. he looked annoyed when he met your gaze.

“he’s cheating?”

“why do you think i was kissing someone else?” you asked, reaching again for your phone but jude pulled it back again, completely ignoring your frustrated huff. he tried for a teasing smile but it didn’t quite reach his eyes, the dark of them alight with pity.

“i don’t know, thought maybe you were trying to get my attention.” you scoffed at that and his joking manner dropped, his aftershave washing over you as he took a slow step forward. in turn, you took a quick step back. “you’re trying to make ben jealous?”

“i wanted a picture.”

“a picture?”

“ben’s friend sent me a picture of him kissing another girl. i wanted to send one back.” hearing yourself say it out loud you felt a little stupid, humiliation creeping up on you the longer jude stared in silence. he probably thought you were ridiculous and honestly weren’t you? you didn’t need to lower yourself to ben’s level by doing the same as him, you didn’t need to prove anything to him.

"did you get it?" jude took another step towards you.

"no." you moved back and hit the wall, a quiet gasp blowing past your lips as you tipped your head back to meet his gaze. there was an odd look in his eyes, one you weren't sure you'd seen before but it twisted your stomach all the same, had your palms sweating so much you had to wipe them down your dress. he was close, too close and you could just make out the faint smell of alcohol on his breath.

the tension was thick, your gaze locked on his and you felt trapped, unable to look away or push him out of your space. the tips of his fingers grazed lightly over your thigh and your tummy dipped, lips parting as you drew in a shaky breath and held it. the path his fingers traced burned, the further up they travelled the more you started to ache, goosebumps rising across your skin. they reached the hem of your dress and for a few seconds he simply toyed with it.

"if i get you the picture do you promise to stop kissing random boys?" he asked, voice barely a whisper and his close proximity was the only reason you could hear him over the music in the house. something tightened in your tummy, something hot and primal as his fingers worked a little higher up your thigh, his knuckles disappearing under your dress.

you blinked at him, slow and unsure because you didn't quite understand what he was asking. there was no way he was suggesting he would kiss you, not when your brother was somewhere downstairs and you could get caught at any moment. not only that, ben knew jude and you knew your ex well enough to know he'd rat you out as soon as he saw the picture. it was a stupid idea and yet your mouth was running before your brain could catch up, shoulders rising and falling.

"maybe."

"maybe?" jude huffed a soft laugh that tickled across your lips, made you tip subconsciously closer to him. his palm was flat on the back of your thigh now and you bit back a pathetic whimper when his thumb grazed teasingly against the curve of your ass. not ten minutes ago you'd had someone else fully groping you with only the smallest effect on your body but the tiniest graze of jude's fingers had your underwear embarrassingly wet. "always so stubborn."

you swallowed thickly and when you pulled in a breath through parted lips, jude's own lips tipped open, dangerously close to yours. your eyes stayed locked on his, heart pounding in your chest and the party around you disappeared, your brother, ben, the consequences of what was about to happen seemed meaningless when jude was watching you the way he was. his nose brushed along yours, the hand that had previously been on your thigh rising to cup your jaw, the pad of his thumb pressed against your chin. he urged your head a little further back.

"kiss me and find out." it was a beg, a plea, whispered into the dark hallway and it was jude's undoing.

the tension snapped and his mouth covered yours, his body pressing you firmly into the wall as his fingers slipped around to grip the back of your neck. he kissed you slow at first, gentle caresses of his lips over yours as though testing the waters. he was giving you the chance to push him away, to put an end to the stupidity but you'd never been smart when it came to him and you had no intentions of getting him to stop. instead you opened your mouth beneath his and settled your palms against his chest.

jude made a soft sound in the back of his throat, one that you swallowed greedily and then he was kissing you properly, taking what he wanted with no thought for anything else. years of flirting and teasing, of winding the other up, poured into the kiss, a desperate neediness bleeding through your system as you gripped his shirt between your fingers. he pressed a little firmer against you and wedged one knee between both of yours, half grinned when he heard your breathless whimper.

you were dizzy, pliant between him and the wall, legs so weak you were sure you’d collapse if he stepped away from you. it was a miracle you hadn’t passed out, you weren’t sure how long exactly you’d waited for this moment but it was long enough that this one kiss felt like finally being able to breathe. he kissed you like you might disappear if he stopped, the tips of his fingers soft against the back of your skull, a direct contrast to the hard press of his thigh between your legs.

his kisses started to slow, becoming gentle again, languid strokes of his tongue against yours as he rubbed his thumb in soothing circles just behind your ear. your hands had slipped under his shirt, his bare skin hot against your palms and you felt a deep shiver roll over him when you raked your nails over his abs, determined to leave behind some sort of mark. a sigh spilled from you, a disappointed whine catching in the back of your throat as jude pulled back, his thumb pressing into your chin to stop you from chasing his mouth.

“fuck, you’re-“ he looked wrecked, eyes all pupil, blown out with lust, his lips plump and kiss bitten, begging you to press against them once more. each rise and fall of his chest matched yours, your heart pounding so loud you were afraid he might be able to hear it. his eyes were a little dazed when they dropped to your mouth, his thumb brushing soft over your bottom lip and he watched in a trance as you kissed the pad of it. his following groan was loud. “fuck.”

then he was kissing you again, deeper, dirtier, stealing the final bit of sanity you had left and swallowing it whole. his hand found your throat, fingers squeezing just slightly against the sides and you moaned, rocked forward against his thigh and sunk your nails into his chest. he had you pinned to the wall, his lips and tongue driving you crazy, your need to breathe lost in the need to have him closer, to have him kiss you a little harder.

you’d forgotten about the party, about your brother and the fact anyone could catch you up here, could only focus on how good he felt. on how his body reacted beneath your hands, his muscles tensing when you ran your palms over them, scratched lightly with your nails. he tasted of beer and mint, an unusually addictive taste that you never wanted to forget. and his sounds. the soft moans and gasps he let out into your mouth were driving you insane, were the main reason the space between your thighs ached so much.

you wanted to keep him like this forever.

there was suddenly a flash, so bright it startled you, a surprised gasp tumbling from you as jude pulled away. the ruined look in his eyes was still there but behind it was something else, something that looked a lot like guilt and it made your tummy twist, realisation hitting you like cold water. you straightened up, fixed your dress and he stepped back, your phone held between you like a barrier. for a few seconds you stared a little dumbfounded at the device.

“i got you your picture.” his voice was rough, strained in a way you weren’t entirely used to and there was a deep groove between his brows when you glanced up at him. the space between you was minimal but it felt like miles and for the first time you felt awkward with him, unsure of what to say. you went to apologise, tucking your phone back between your boobs without even looking at the photo but before you could your brother’s voice floated up from the bottom of the stairs.

“bellingham! we’re losing down here, man. hurry the fuck up!” jude blinked, dragged his hand down his face before straightening out his rumpled shirt. you’d creased it with your hands but you knew he’d done much worse with your appearance. if you looked in the mirror you were sure your lipstick would be smudged and once alone your mascara would probably be the same.

he gave you one last look, lingered a little at the top of the stairs. “i think you should go home.”

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reveluving · 21 days ago

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anything and everything ; paddy feld x reader x max

summary: it’s them and their girl against the fucking world.

warnings: s~mut obv (minors DNI!), Max & Paddy in general (if you've seen the movies, you know how they are. but! they're pretty tame here), minor character death (deserved; horrible ex + cheating but it's okay, you win in the end) including minor mentions of blood & breaking bones type of violence, Paddy & Max would do anything for you.

a/n: ta-da!! you don't know how excited I was to write this. had to rewrite a few things but I was too into the idea, I didn't mind kdlsajk and mind you, it's EXTRA nasty in this one, so, keep that in mind! please enjoy, take care & don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

» wanna know what I have in store this fall? come & check out this year's 'reve's quirky reverie' m.list! 🕷️'!

» smut includes: mildly DARK fic! mm4f, size kink, lovestruck & possessive (slightly mean) doms!paddy & max, shy-esque mc, ‘baby’ & ‘pretty girl’ as petnames, dirty talking, facesitting/oral s~ex (both f & m receiving, clothed(?) too), spit & tit play, marking, spanking, brief mentions of blood play (doesn’t happen), brief mentions of age gap (legal & consenting!!), teasing & mentions of punishment, did I mention possessive paddy & max yet?

'And it all came down to that very moment, in the middle of nowhere past two in the morning.' ;

Paddy’s fingers thrummed along the shape of the steering wheel, subtly displaying his excitement even at such an hour. The music coming from the radio was partially his saving grace from the fairly long drive but the anticipation of what was to come expelled any form of restlessness in his body.

The road he took practically didn’t exist on the map, but he had no problem navigating his destination the deeper he went into the woods, not when he had taken the route many times for the past couple of months for this very moment.

Slowly yet surely, he spotted a familiar car, the headlights remaining on were enough for Paddy to see a man overlooking something before him. He knew his landlord long enough to recognize the large, taller frame in the distance. He spotted the bundle of clothes by his feet, along with the rocks of different sizes next to it, and Paddy knew he had begun.

Good thing, too, for it was mere hours before your alarm would go off, and they wanted to be by your side as soon as you opened your pretty eyes.

Without wasting any time, Paddy turned the engine of his car off before exiting the vehicle, sauntering over to his good friend—your other partner—and standing next to him.

“Took you long enough.” Max scoffed, though largely jesting to get under Paddy’s skin.

“She slept later than usual.” Paddy explained, one corner of his lips quirking at the memory of mere hours ago, of him snuggling you against him, lulling you to sleep with kisses and pats before quietly leaving the unit once he was confident you were truly out like a light.

“She couldn’t sleep?” Max glanced at his friend, a hint of worry in his rich voice, to which Paddy shook his head.

“She’s just excited for tomorrow.” Ah, Halloween.

Max hummed in understanding, then cut the conversation, or at least, the subject short. As much as he’d love to ask how you were doing, he and Paddy had business to take care of, and the ‘business’ in question stood right in the trench before them.

Chad, or really, they’d just prefer to call him ‘your ex’, stood naked in the ditch, shivering and battered from Max’s need to pour his frustration out on him an hour prior—remembering all the stories you’d tell them of how he had the gall to swoop in and take you from them, even if you weren’t theirs yet.

It was one thing to steal you from them, but it was another to treat you like you were worth less than cheap dirt. Manipulating you into thinking his mistreatments were just you ‘being a big baby’ or accusing you of how ‘possessive’ you were when he would ‘just casually talk’ to other women when you found the bravery to break up with him a year ago.

But were they really surprised by a pompous man, no, boy, with dodgy secrets? Spending his old money on pointless luxuries and meeting up with low lives behind his old girlfriends’ backs, including yours. It was a good thing you were out of the relationship earlier than his previous exes, but fuck, if Paddy and Max didn’t want to gouge his eyes out for even mistreating you in the first place.

They could never forget the tears in your eyes and on your cheek when you stopped by, reassuring them with a wobbly smile that you had ended the relationship, but not without seeing the man’s true colours by berating you for leaving him.

But that was in the past. The months that came after were nothing but bliss, for you and them. You didn’t think Paddy nor Max were open to the idea—the three of you—but you were proven wrong. You should’ve expected it, though, with how Paddy and Max were more or less alike, including but not limited to their ‘innocent’ flirting with you before it all went down.

But it wasn’t just the relationship that had them in high spirits.

It wasn’t hard to find his information online—the sucker was as terrible as an ‘influencer’ nowadays, and it was even easier to air his secrets out, destroying relationships including with his own family and even transferring most of his savings to shelters because why the hell not.

At one point, Max couldn’t resist taking a video of the poor guy borderline begging the lady he cheated with when you were still together at their usual meeting spot at a bar.

He and Paddy had the time of their lives watching the embarrassing scene, even anonymously sharing it on his hacked account before days later, Paddy tampered with the same woman’s drink enough for her to overdose and successfully framed your ex ‘as revenge for public humiliation’.

Yes, the past few months were priceless, to say the least.

But they never spent the whole time ruining the man’s life all the time, no, they had a beloved to take care of. The time to ruin lives could come whenever they pleased, but not precious moments with you.

Besides, wasn’t it more entertaining to drag out one’s victim’s despair just a little longer? The reactions to their downfall mattered, after all.

And it all came down to that very moment, in the middle of nowhere past two in the morning.

“Doesn't look like he's got a lot of fight in ‘em.” Paddy snorted.

“Good.” Max replied, short but well-pleased.

“Hey, man…” Chad croaked, and Max and Paddy immediately grimaced, “I didn't think she meant that much to you…. Honest…”

The two rolled their eyes in annoyance.

“At least think of a better lie, kid,” Max sighed, “‘s'not like we'd let you go if you did.”

Paddy huffed, amused at the truth in his words. If anything, they'd be doing the world a favour, removing a little parasite—yours, theirs, his ‘friends’ and exes, and hell, even his family—all while getting to call you theirs.

But, it was satisfying to see the pathetic sod being, well, pathetic. A way better look on him than the infuriatingly cocky façade he'd put up around others for whatever the hell he was leering for then.

“I’m not..! I–C'mon, I didn't even lay a hand on her–” Chad reasoned weakly, only to further set them off.

“You better pray you fucking didn't.” Paddy snarled. He and Max knew he didn't, but it didn't ease their anger any less because, at the end of the day, he still manipulated you in some way, using a few tricks to make you seem like you were the ‘overthinking’ one even if it didn't entirely work.

At the end of the day, he did you harm.

“Alright, y'got anything else to say, kid?” Max leaned his weight on one leg, adjusting the black gloves he had been wearing since he dragged the guy in the middle of nowhere. Paddy, too, put on his gloves as he turned around, all while eyeing the rocks.

“Wait, wait, wait—” Chad spoke in urgency, his teeth chattering from the chilly air, “I can pay up! I won’t tell anybody shit about this–”

“No, you won’t,” Max agreed as he interjected, honestly not wanting to listen to him anymore, “Not especially her name out of your mouth.”

Against his better judgement, Chad had the gall to shout at the mere mention of you.

“Her?” He yelled, his annoyance picking back when Max brought your name up multiple times during this whole thing, “Why the fuck does she matter to you that much anywa–”

Crunch.

Chad's head whipped to the side as the sizable rock Paddy threw landed at his temple, the sound horrific but satisfying to the two.

“Easy,” Max drawled, swiftly picking up a rock and inspecting it, “No fun in killing him already.”

“You wanna listen to him talk ‘bout her like that?” Paddy grunted, chest rising and falling at the audacity of a man who was on the brink of death.

“Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm pissed,” Max replied coolly, hiding his temper behind nonchalance. He felt the weight of the rock he held before eyeing Chad with a dangerous look, “But the head? Pat, come on, we made it this far. Play around with him a little.”

Paddy didn't have the time to reply as Max held the rock above him before throwing it, aiming right at Chad's leg with almost the same, if not, a nastier sound of impact than when Paddy threw it.

Chad yowled, falling to the ground before groaning in sheer pain. He could only sob on the ground, specks of dirt already in his eyes and mouth.

“See?” Max smiled cruelly, “Make him feel it, just like she had to.”

Just speaking of it riled him up just as it did to Paddy. They wanted to finally, finally get it rid of him, sure, but there was no harm in having fun with it just a little longer. They'd clean up the mess anyway, might as well say their final goodbyes to the son of a bitch for good.

“Yeah… Yeah, alright.” Paddy mirrored his friend's cold-blooded contentment, picking up another rock, this time, hoping to break any parts of his bones without instantly killing him just yet.

And just like that, Chad wished for his ultimate death as they prolonged his torture.

You, back in Paddy’s unit, were none the wiser, slowly from your deep sleep. You turned, anticipating Paddy upon opening your bleary eyes, only to blink at the sight of Max, watching you with a warm smile as he lay on his side.

“Good morning, beautiful.” He greeted, bringing his hand to your face and caressing your cheek.

“G'morning…” You murmured with a shy smile, hiding one side of your face in the pillow.

“Oh, no, don't do that now,” Max chuckled, “Don't hide that pretty face from me.”

Even half asleep, he could make you giggle first thing in the morning.

“How'd you sleep?” He asked, his voice almost enough to lull you back to sleep.

“Good,” You responded, unaware of their little escapade hours ago. You yawned, “You?”

“Like a baby,” He grinned, causing your heart to flutter. In reality, he hadn't had a wink of sleep since he and Paddy drove back home, but the adrenaline of putting the bastard down gave him more than enough energy to see you, “Come here.”

Max gently led you to his lap, encouraging you to straddle his hips while resting your head on his chest, “Atta girl.”

You couldn't resist relaxing in his arms, not when he was so warm and comfortable, and he didn't want you to do so either, kissing the crown of your head while his hands slid up and down your sides.

But you knew Max long enough to know his touches didn't always stay innocent as his hands roamed lower and lower and lower before reaching the hem of your nightdress.

You eyed him suspiciously, “Max…”

He just hummed, leaning in to kiss your temple and cheek, “That's me.”

You huffed at his wits, only for your eyes to flutter shut as his hands roamed under the fabric, “Max, c'mon, I just woke up…”

You were a little worried about your morning breath and how you looked from just waking up, but he was having none of it.

“Can't hear you.” He drawled lowly against your skin, pulling you closer so he could latch his lips onto your neck. You jolted at the feeling of Max's palms gripping and kneading your ass, your body only growing tauter when a third hand slid up the curve of your back.

trick-or-treaters“Starting without me, pretty girl?” Paddy cooed, leaning in to kiss your cheek, the other side that Max hadn't touched yet.

“Paddy…” You whimpered, and as soon as you turned your head to look at him, briefly noticing he was shirtless, he slotted his lips against yours, the fingers of his other hand brushing along your neck before descending to your clothed breasts.

The haziness in your mind grew more than when you woke up, feeling pairs of lips and hands mark your body with vigour.

Max sat up, forcing you and Paddy to break the kiss as he slid the straps of your dress down your shoulders.

Paddy took a seat on the edge of the mattress, kissing your shoulder from behind, feeling his spine-chilling groans reverberating against your back.

And with two sick minds thinking alike, images of you covered in your ex’s blood in between them fueled their uncontrollable desires. Too bad every last drop of it had to be drained for obvious reasons. But it wouldn't hurt to imagine what could've been every once in a while.

So long the deed was done.

Good riddance, bitch.

Paddy pulled at your tits between his fingers, the same time Max nipped at the space between your neck and shoulder, leaving the barest hint of mark that begged to be darker.

More long-lasting, prominent for the world to see.

“How ‘bout it, baby? Think you can for a quick round before we let you go?” Max asked. They could've convinced you to stay in bed longer if not for the candies you had promised to buy before the last minute in the afternoon for trick-or-treaters tonight.

“We'll take good care of you.” Paddy added, as they always did.

You pleaded with the two with a look that was to die for and it wouldn't take long for them to act upon your request, leaving you in your pretty undies, almost tearing off your sleepwear when they removed the pesky article.

Max was eager to lay on his back, encouraging you to move back a little and position your ass just above his face, making you face Paddy, whose pants were off, teasing you by fondling his prominent tent with a smug smile.

You weren't sure whether to focus on him or Max’s cock standing tall each time you looked down, awaiting your soft lips and its careful licks.

You jumped at Max’s playful slaps and massages of your ass, prompting Paddy to coo as he neared until his shins touched the bed.

“Playin’ a lil’ rough, isn’t he, baby?” He cradled your jaw, almost condescendingly mimicking your parted lips as Max licked you through the flimsy panties. He gently led your head by the chin to his bulge and sighed in contentment, “Yeah, that’s my good girl.”

“My good girl.” Max grunted, biting his lips upon moving your panties to the side before licking a big stripe along your pussylips like a man starved, even more so when he couldn’t help but spank you three more consecutive times, downright suffocating himself when trapped your thighs around his head.

“Max…” You cried into Paddy’s tented pants, nuzzling him like it would calm Max down, but they couldn’t blame you, knowing your mind was already mush.

You could already imagine the familiar beard burns decorating your inner thighs.

Paddy pouted, “Baby, ‘m’feeling a lil’ lonely,” Brushing your bottom lip with his thumb, he stared at your through lidded eyes, “You know what t’do, yeah?”

You did, you always did.

Keeping your eyes on him, you mouthed along the girth of him, leaving little trails of drool because ‘there is nothing sexier than our sweet girl making a mess out of them’. Their words, not yours.

Giving a low growl, he slid his sweatpants down for you, “That’s it.”

He didn’t bother putting on boxers, already anticipating such ‘morning routine’ if he and Max were going to make it until the evening before they could get their hands on you again.

Of course, that didn’t mean they’d play nice behind closed doors when the trick-or-treaters weren’t around.

His pants dropped to the floor with a soft thud, his hard cock ached for you if the subtle twitches were anything to go by.

But Max, still eating you out and practically leaving marks on your behind, shoved his tongue into you just a tad deeper, reminding you that he, too, needed you.

You could only let a little glob of drool drip onto Max’s cock, then slowly wrapped your fingers around it before sliding your hand down to the base. Paddy clenched his jaw, greedy for the same treatment when Max bucked into your hand. He loosened just a tad bit when you finally leaned in, taking a small, cautious lick at the tip of him.

Somehow, somehow, Max knew your teasing behaviour and brought his palm down on your already sensitive rear. You weren’t sure how he wasn’t begging for air at this point the more your thighs tightened around him—if only you knew how much he wouldn’t mind dying that way.

Paddy tutted in disapproval, gently tapping his cock on your cheek, “Not very nice of you.”

“Think she deserves a little punishment?” Max spoke against your cunt, spreading your cheeks and downright spitting at your hole.

“I’m sure she can handle a few,” Paddy responded, eyes rolling back when you moaned around him the more he pushed himself into your mouth. He continued through gritted teeth, “And then, we’ll give her everything. Just like she deserves.”

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» a/n: this was initially a standalone fic for Max but then I was like mmm OMG what about with Max and Negan but then... I also wanted to write for Paddy, so... yeah ;; gorgeous divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

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writememysticfalls · 2 months ago

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Dive In | Stefan Salvatore

Summary: You're about to have sex with your boyfriend Stefan for the first time, but he can't get his ex-girlfriend out of his mind.

Pairing: Stefan Salvatore x reader

Genre: Suggestive, Shirtless!Stefan, angst

Word Count: 1k

Stefan followed you up the stairs to your bedroom.

You were going to have sex for the first time tonight. Stefan would be lying if he said he hadn't fantasised about it.

“So… your aunt’s at a conference. Your brother is at a friend's house,” Stefan said. “What's the catch?”

“No catch,” you said, shutting the door and grinning at him. “Just us.”

You sat on the bed facing your mirror, and kicked off your shoes. You pulled your vest top over your head.

Stefan lay back on the bed, resting on his elbows, admiring the way the light caught the little spots of brown in your hair.

“As soon as my clothes are off, I'm diving under the blanket, okay? God, this part’s always so awkward,” you said.

But Stefan wasn't listening. A shiver ran through him. Cold sweat pooled at the base of his spine. He had spotted a brown mole, right in the centre of your back. Katherine had a mole on her back, too.

Suddenly, it was 1864 again.

He heard the sputter of the gas lamp in the corner. Katherine swept her curls away from her back, revealing the mole he loved - and angry red bite marks on her neck.

Stefan leapt forward, touching the marks.

“I see you've noticed my battle scars. Your brother has quite a nasty mouth,” Katherine teased.

Stefan felt only horror as he remembered that vampires healed within minutes. Katherine must have come straight from his brother’s room.

“Stefan,” you said, straddling him, and playing with his hair. “You okay?”

He nodded quickly. “Fine. Sorry. You're beautiful.”

You smiled, but your eyes were serious. “You do… want to do this, right?”

Stefan nodded, plastering on a smile. How could he explain the truth - that he was disturbed by how much you reminded him of Katherine?

He had felt this way a few times before. He would notice something - the way your voice got higher when you were annoyed, or your smirk when you told an innuendo - and he would feel a slight shiver of deja vu. But it had never been this bad.

You bit your lip, looking down, your body leaning over his.

Stefan noticed that your dark eyes still had that shyness of adolescence, which Katherine’s had never had. You were nothing like Katherine. Slowly and gratefully, he kissed you.

You kissed him back, then kissed a trail down his jaw and to his neck. This time, when he shivered from your wet lips, it was a good feeling.

And then, like a red wave, the memories flooded back.

Katherine, her lips on his neck. Suddenly, sharp teeth as she bit down into his flesh, sucking his blood. At first, the sting was bearable, but then it became an ache, spreading through his neck and to his chest. He imagined bleeding to his death, right there in his bed. He felt his eyelids flutter, panic making him drowsy.

“No,” he mumbled. “It hurts…. It hurts…”

You frowned at him. “Stefan! Sorry, did I hurt you?”

“No, no…” he said.

Stefan was getting angry at himself. Why should his life be ruined by a crappy relationship 150 years ago? Immortals couldn't get PTSD, for god’s sake. Katherine was in his head, in his bed, just when he was trying to connect to you. It wasn't fair.

He would just have to push through the fear and get over it. The first step was to make the situation as different to 1864 as possible.

Stefan lifted you with one hand and manoeuvred you so his body was on top of yours, a position Katherine never allowed.

Already, the panic of a moment ago was fading like a distant nightmare. Screwing his eyes shut, he kissed you again, with a passion that would silence all of your worries.

In a few minutes, your naked bodies were rocking to an even rhythm. Stefan felt a sense of victory bubbling up in him like lava. This was almost over. He could master his trauma from Katherine. He could be your man, in every way you needed him to be.

Then, he heard himself moan, from deep in his throat. Strangely, that was what reminded him of 1864.

“I love it when you moan for me, Stefan” Katherine said. His back was pressed against his bedroom wall, and Katherine’s mouth was all over him. Katherine’s lips brushed his ear as she whispered, “I can tell that Damon is listening just through that wall.” Stefan tried to stifle the sounds coming from his mouth, panic filling him, but Katherine only laughed. “Don't be afraid, darling. He loves the shows we put on for him.”

Stefan opened his eyes, forcing himself to look at you and see your wide, youthful eyes, so different from Katherine’s. However, the flashback remained.

Gasping for breath, Stefan rolled away from you, curling up into a ball. He had failed. Katherine had got in his head, and he hadn't been able to stop her.

For a long time, you just lay there by him, slowly stroking his back.

Finally, you said, “It was Katherine, wasn't it?”

Stefan turned, stunned. “You knew?”

You shrugged. “I guessed.”

“Do you wish I was more like her?” you said quietly, and Stefan could hear that you had avoided asking this question for a long time.

Stefan turned to you and took in your beautiful eyes and thick, wet lashes. “No. I promise you, if there is one thing that can save me from the memory of Katherine, it's you, Y/n. You're kind, you're selfless, you would die for your family - you're everything she wasn’t.” Stefan smiled. “We just might have to take things slow for a while.”

You kissed Stefan’s hand. “You can tell me things, you know. I might be young, but I've lived through stuff too.”

Stefan smiled. “I know.”

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whiskeyghoul · 6 months ago

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Pt.6 || She blinded me with science || [Spencer Reid x Goth!reader]

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A/N: Ah okay this took a bit longer than expected. I really wanted to do this justice but that took a while oops. I really hope you enjoy it. A bit more good vibes towards the end. There are more plans for part 7 with backstory so hopefully that will be up and going soon. Maybe some spice? If people want? Let me know. Remember to please reblog when you can!

WC: 3,4K

Tags: alt reader, little hurt comfort, past relationships, making up, hurt comfort-ish, fluff.

Warnings: Mentions of past relationship, toxic relationships, hinting at nsfw

Your POV

When Spencer left the office it took a few moments for Penelope to return. Being alone in the room, surrounded by computers and Garcia trinkets, it was still incredibly lonely. You felt horrible, tears were threatening to fall from your eyes. Like they had been the entire day. You felt like a dick. Spencer had been nothing but nice, kind, looking at you with those big brown eyes like you were the only person in the world. It was just unfair that when you finally had something, someone, to look forward to talking to, that it was all taken away. You were at fault too of course. It wasn’t just the situation, you actively pushed him away but only to keep him from getting hurt.

The door opened, Penelope walked in looking concerned. “Boy genius looked upset. What happened? What did you tell him?” the two questions you really didn’t want to answer. “I just told him I needed time to work on something. Fix something.” You answered after swallowing thickly. “You didn’t tell him about Tommy?” You told Penelope before about how bad your ex was, how he had snuck into the building and left you a ‘gift’. It was always about Tommy. He made sure of that. Popping back into your life when things went well. Squashing any form of happiness down, stamping it into the ground.

The thing with Tommy was that when you had been together he had been almost dismissive when it came to showing it. Your relationship felt shallow, like you didn’t know the person you had been with. Only discussing the basics, never truly getting to know each other on a deeper level, when you did it was a rare occasion and you both used it against each other. You had a different kind of passion though. There was undeniable tension in the way you teased and called eachother names. It was a love hate relationship if you had ever seen one. Hate seemed to be your way of love with him. It lasted 6 months.

You don’t even remember how it came to be, because it happened on a drunken night out with a mutual friend. A former friend. Who made a comment about the way you berated eachother like an old married couple. You made a comment about how you’d never do him. He made a comment about how you would be lucky to have him. Jabs were made, words were said. Then suddenly, the next morning, you woke up in his apartment with your clothes discarded on the ground and black lipstick marks on his neck. Somehow it happened, and you don’t remember hating it, nor the time after. That was the start of it.

You do remember hating the end of it. Every week ended with a fight, and not in the way you had been used to. This didn’t have the usual quips and remarks, no it was truly using sore spots to anger each other. Every week he would try to make up, apologize, buy flowers or make dinner. But every week would end the same as the one before it. You were stressed, sick and tired of the continuous flip flopping of his personality. His words were venom, and every week it settled deeper into your body, festering, feeding this growing idea of leaving him. When you finally found the courage, the right time, his reaction shocked you.

He hit you.

He apologized profusely after that. Trying to reconcile once again but that was the straw that broke the camel's back. You packed up the few items you had at his apartment and left. Still he didn’t seem to be able to let it go. Every so often he would pop into your life. Like he had done the weekend before, leaving a gift on your doorstep. Something to remind you he was still there, watching you, following every step you took and swooping in as soon as you got close to someone. Making you relive the entire thing. This time it was a small paper gift bag with a tag that stated he missed you, inside was a jewelry box you didn’t even open. It sat there on your doorstep for 3 days until you caved and brought it inside. Still though, it sat on your dining room table, unopened.

“Yeah… He uh… I don’t want Spencer to be caught in the middle of it. I don’t know how far Tommy is willing to go.” You shook your head slightly, trying to shake away the memories. Penelope stared at you, mouth slightly agape “And you didn’t think that the FBI agent could help you with your problem?” she managed to bring out, there was clear confusion in her face. “Yes, but I need to do this myself. I don’t want to burden Spencer with this. It’s my thing, and I won’t let him ruin something good again.” You took a deep breath, knowing you might have ruined your chances with Spencer just now. It made your heart ache, terribly so. “I can hack his phone, tell him to back off, put a virus on it so it opens every porn site known to mankind as soon as it gets close to you?” Penelope’s tone being serious made you crack a smile. “Let’s keep that as our plan B.” There was a hint of humor returned in your voice.

You thought about it, you really liked Spencer. Tommy was standing in the way of things for you and you needed to get him out of your life once and for all. You looked to Penelope, “I just hope I didn’t lose my chance with Spencer.” You admitted before you were enveloped in a tight hug. “I’ll keep an eye on him, let you know if our boy genius comes back.” She said as you returned the hug. She was a good friend. The best. Always looking out for you and you so hoped she felt the same about you. You thanked her before you took your leave. Promising to keep her updated on what you were doing.

You: ‘Is Spencer back?’

You texted Penelope the question as you sat in the lab waiting for the centrifuge to finish. It was Wednesday, you had been able to talk to Tommy that Sunday. Talk was a big word. He took your contact as an admission that you still liked him. That you wanted him back. When you told him to leave you alone he got angry. Which threw you right back to the fights that you had with him before. It was like nothing changed for him. Things had changed for you though. You finally realized he didn’t care about you, he didn’t want you back, he wanted the idea of you.

Spencer hadn’t shown up to work again since Thursday.

Penny: ‘No, I wanted to go check on him. I can’t get a hold of him.’

Penelope replied to your text. The ding of your phone pulling your attention back to it. The fact that Penelope, the sweetest, most caring, technologically adept person you knew couldn’t get a hold of him meant he really didn’t want to talk to anyone right now. ‘I’ll try and text him again.’ You sent the message to Penelope before quickly changing to Spencer’s contact. Your previous messages sat unanswered.

You: ‘Spencer, can we talk?’ Sun, 16:30

You: ‘Are you coming into work today?’ Mon, 8:38

You: ‘Spencer? Could you please answer me? I want to talk about what happened.’ Mon, 12:45

You: ‘I fixed it.’ Mon, 12:46

You: ‘Please text me when you see this.’ Tue, 15:24

It was ironic. These messages were so similar to what Tommy had sent you when you first broke up. You really didn’t want to become like him. Just when you had finally gotten rid of him. You sighed, typing out a new message. Hitting send you quietly waited for a reply. Turning the chair you had been sitting in. Looking at the phone screen every few seconds, anxious for an answer. Watching the minutes pass by felt like it was taking forever. Until the phone buzzed alive, the screen lit up with a message.

You: ‘Spencer, everyone is worried. Just let me know you’re alive.’ Wed, 12:36

Spence: ‘I’m okay’ Wed, 12:40

You breathed a sigh of relief, the nerves settling down. Finally, he was speaking to you again. Or well, texting you again. Which was better than nothing in all honesty. Missing spencer for 6 days has been torture. No conversations, no lunch together, not even a quick pop by the lab just to get the notes on a case. You didn’t think you could miss someone so much. Especially when you had only known each other for a few weeks.

You: ‘I’m coming over after work. I need to talk to you.’

Spencer: ‘What? You don’t have to. I really don’t need you to check up on me.’

You: ‘It’s not about checking up on you. I want to apologize in person, explain what happened…’

Spencer: ‘You don’t even know where I live.’

You: ‘So text me your address. Or I can ask your colleagues for it.’

Spencer: ‘...’

Spencer: ‘Alright.’

You: ‘I’ll get you something to eat on the way over. Anything you want.’

Spencer sent you his address, and a request for chicken tandoori from a place near his apartment. A smile crossed your lips, he had needed time but he was accepting you coming over. Maybe, you could make up. There was just a little glimmer of hope. You quickly texted Penelope that Spencer was alive, and you were going to check up on him later that day. Explaining you were going to talk about what happened, to hopefully get on his good side again. Maybe have a shot at going on a date again, though that was probably too soon. You realized you had hurt his feelings, terribly so, but it was to make sure you could get rid of Tommy. Without him hurting Spencer in the process. You didn’t know what he would be able to do. An explanation was necessary, for sure.

So you stood in front of Spencer’s apartment door. Bag of Thai take-out in hand. You had texted Spencer before you left the Thai place, letting him know your ETM just to make sure he was prepared for you showing up. Nerves had begun to coarse through your body. The fact he could still be angry with you was weighing deeply in your mind. Though accepting your coming over was a step in the right direction it didn’t mean he’d necessarily want to listen to what you had to say. You just hoped he would be willing to listen. To have a conversation.

You reached your free hand up, knocking on the apartment door. Waiting a few seconds before hearing movement inside. The door opened and Spencer stood in the entrance. His hair was disheveled, a slightly large cardigan hung from his frame, just a t-shirt underneath. His eyes were tinged red. He looked… not so great. Tired. You had really hurt him. A sinking feeling in your stomach, it was terrible to see him like this. You never wanted this. “Hey.” The word came out strained. “Hi.” Spencer said in return, his eyes looked you over. You realized you weren’t looking so hot yourself either. Comfy clothes had been your go to for the past 2 days, a sadness settling in your bones at not seeing Spencer, not hearing from him. A way too large zip up from some band you didn’t listen to anymore, with holes at the cuffs from nervously picking at them in times of distress. You had foregone makeup too, not feeling the motivation for it the past days.

“I brought the thai you wanted. We should eat before it gets cold.” You said, holding up the take away bag with a sad smile. Spencer took a step to the side, “Right, thanks.” He said as you walked past him into the apartment. It was somehow exactly what you expected from Spencer but still surprising. There were books everywhere you looked. The massive shelves that lined a wall were filled to the brim. There was a leather couch in his living room, where a blanket laid haphazardly over the arm. A small table sat next to the window, a chessboard atop with a game configuration.

It smelled like him.

“I really like your apartment, it suits you.” You complimented as you had your look around. Taking everything in as Spencer walked to a small dining room area. “Thanks.” Spencer’s answers were short. Annoyingly so. You walked over to the table, placing the take out on the table. Watching as Spencer got plates and cutlery out and handed you your set. You got all the food out, separating yours and Spencers out and placing them on different sides of the table. You wanted to face him when you apologized. So when you both sat down you took a deep breath. “You w-” “I am s-” Both Spencer and you spoke at the same time. It was so similar to when you had both spoken that Thursday before. You let out a soft laugh, it was borderline ironic that when you wanted to apologize it happened in a similar fashion as when you upset him.

Spencer looked at you with a hint of confusion, maybe a bit of disdain at your laugh, “You wanted to talk?” he said as he piled his plate with the chicken tandoori that smelled so flavourful. “Yes. I wanted to explain, apologize…” you said, slowly putting some rice and chicken masala on your own plate. “I am sorry about what I said. I was afraid you would be caught in the middle of things that would put me in a bad light. Or maybe make you realize I am not worth the trouble.” You started, “I have an ex, Tommy, who ehm… how do I even explain this.” You felt nervous, this was the first time you had actually said something about Tommy to a guy you might like. “Tommy wasn’t the greatest. And when I finally broke up with him he couldn’t let it go.” You watched Spencer’s expression change, you couldn’t place it though, it wasn’t pity. Pity is what you usually get when you tell people about your emotionally abusive ex. No, this was different.

“He stalks you?” He said before you could continue. You were a little surprised he found that out with the words you used. Before remembering that’s what he does, behavioral analyst. Finding answers through just the smallest of details. “I hope he won’t anymore.” You answered, “I talked to him. He found out about you. After we went to the museum together he had left me something.” You continued, “And it made me realize that I didn’t know how far he was willing to go to keep me from meeting someone. I did not want you to realize I am not worth the trouble of dealing with a stalker. Or, for you to get hurt because of something he did.” you fell silent, Spencer was so too. His eyes on you felt heavy. Analyzing every little move, facial expression. “Why didn’t you tell me? I don’t… I don’t think that. I wouldn’t think you aren’t worth the trouble.” He sounded just a little upset. Like the mere thought of you not being worth the trouble was appalling to him. “But you still could have gotten hurt.” You protested. “If I was scared of getting hurt I wouldn’t have joined the FBI.” He answered so seriously. It made a wave of relief wash over you.

Spencer took a bite of his food, which reminded you that yes, you were here to eat too. “So… You’re not mad at me?” You asked before taking a small bite of your own food. It was nice, Spencer was right to order from here. “I’m not… I was sad, a little confused at first. I knew you were hurt too… which is why I wasn’t mad. And I am not mad now.” He explained after swallowing his bite. “I am hurt that you didn’t tell me. That you think I would leave at the first signs of trouble.”

You nodded your head, he had a right to be hurt. “I’m sorry, I was just, people tend to leave. Or I don’t let them get close enough to really know what was going on. It caught me off guard that you were the first. How quickly it happened too.” your voice still sounded a little strained. Speaking words and thoughts that had subconsciously taken up your mind. Ones that you didn’t give the time of day before to fully develop, to acknowledge. Penelope sent him on purpose, she must have known, or had an inkling that the good doctor would break down your walls. His disarming nature, sweet demeanor, his smile. Everything about him made you feel safe. It was terrifying.

“So what did you say to get him to back off?” Spencer asked, seemingly a little interested, though his voice was a little soft. You cleared your mouth, “Well… I don’t know if it worked just yet.” you started. “But, I eventually made him realize how stupid it is to threaten a person who has access to lab equipment and various kinds of poison. Oh and also that if he so much as glances at me again Penelope will put a virus on all his electronics that will cause them to irrevocably be loaded with porn and viruses.” You felt just a little devious, a small smirk playing on your lips. You looked up at Spencer who had his mouth slightly agape, his eyes wide as he processed your words. He looked surprised until a soft chuckle escaped his lips, “Remind me to stay on your good side.” He laughed.

You missed that sound more than you would like to admit. More than you expected.

“I don’t think you could ever get on my bad side.” You said it, eyes softening as you looked at Spencer. His eyes mirrored yours. There was a kindness in them with a hint of sadness still. “I wouldn’t even want to try.” he said those words almost like a whisper. They were imbued with tenderness. It made a shiver run up your spine, a warmth settled in your stomach. “Can we go back to normal?” You asked, putting down your utensils on the table, “Please?” You didn’t want to plead but you didn’t want to lose Spencer. The only thing on your mind was wanting to be close to him again. You waited, watching as Spencer thought for a moment. The silence was nerve wracking. The only thing you could feel in that moment was your heartbeat. The seconds felt like minutes instead. You waited in bated breath hoping he’d be willing to make up. Hands fidgeting with the holes in your sleeves. Teeth assaulting the inside of your lip.

“Yeah… I’d like that.” You let out the breath you had been holding, relief washing over you at his words. Shoulders sagging down as finally relaxation took over fully. “Thank you, I couldn’t stand not hearing from you every day.” you spoke and you watched Spencer visibly relax too at your words. “It was hard to ignore you.” He confessed. “You better never do it again then.” Yeah, this started to feel normal again. “And you better finish your food. You gotta get up early to meet me before starting tomorrow.” You teased, taking a bite of your own food. “Or you c-'' Spencer stopped himself, a small blush tinging his cheeks. It was a little surprising, you didn’t understand what he wanted to say, but he looked extremely adorable blushing. “If you want, we could watch a movie after?” He said, it wasn’t what he wanted to say at first, but it was something that he wanted to spend time with you again. “I’d love to.” You nodded your head yes.

So after dinner, you sat on his couch together. Both dressed in your shabbiest clothes. Your head leaned against his shoulder, a blanket wrapped around the both of you. The smell of Spencer completely enveloping you. Completely at ease. Though still wondering what he really had wanted to say.

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oceanlix · 2 years ago

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Get a Little Closer

Pairing: San x female reader, Hongjoong x female reader, Seonghwa x female reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 4,667

Warnings: Public sex, teasing, dirty talk, slight degradation, praise, fingering, blowjob, handjob, breast play, nipple play, hair pulling, spanking, deep throating, biting, alcohol consumption but everyone is consenting

Most days, you don't regret staying friends with your ex’s friends. Though things didn’t work out between you and Yunho, the friendships you’d gained during the time you were together were much too strong to give up on. But then there were days like today where you were reminded just how terrible an idea this actually was in practice.

“Come on,” San coos at you, patting his lap. The club was crowded and you’d just arrived, complaining about having nowhere to sit because none of the boys had remembered to save you a seat. At least Jongho had the decency to look apologetic about it. “I’ll let you sit on my knee, like Santa.”

Despite your best efforts to ignore him, your eyes drop to his lap for a second. You shake your head, mentally scolding yourself before reaching out and slapping his chest. “San, it’s not even Christmas anymore,” you sigh. “Stop being weird.”

You’ve decided to just stand next to your group at the table, grinning as Seonghwa flags down a waiter and orders your usual Moscow mule for you. But it seems like San has other plans, grabbing you by the hips and dragging you between his legs. You glance back just in time as he pulls you down into his lap, his strong arm locking around your waist to keep you in place.

Hongjoong eyes you two from across the table and shakes his head, grinning to himself. You struggle for a moment before you realize there’s no way San is letting go of you, his nose nuzzling against your hair as he leans next to your ear to speak.

“Have you been naughty this year?” he whispers, squeezing your hip. “Or were you a good girl?” He shifts you in his lap slightly and you feel his dick poking you through his slacks and your thin dress, your mouth going dry.

See, after you and Yunho ended things, you’d made a pact with yourself to not get involved with anyone else in the friend group. Your dynamic was already off balance from dating him, and you didn’t want to lose a good group of friends by making things messy. So as hot as the other guys were, you’d marked them as off limits in your mind. This had been working well for you so far…except San seemed to take it as a personal challenge, having tried every dirty trick in the book to get you in his bed. It was certainly hard to resist, with his smooth voice and sultry stare always focused on you during every hang out.

You gulp, turning your head quickly towards the rest of the table. Jongho was talking about something relating to his work; you were really trying to focus, but San was trailing his hand up your inner thigh, so really your brain was already mush at that point.

“Not gonna answer me, huh?” he whispers, just as his fingertips reach your covered slit. Much to your embarrassment, there’s already a significant damp spot on the fabric. San smiles against your neck, pressing down and making you gasp suddenly.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Yeosang asks, glancing at you with concern. Mingi also looks concerned, his sweet face slightly scrunched up. You wave them off with a weak grin.

“Everything’s fine, it’s just a little hot in this place,” you assure them. You take off your jacket to seem more convincing, laying it over your lap so at least nobody will see San’s hand under your dress now.

Yeosang nods and turns back to his conversation with Mingi, while San laughs in your ear. He’s pulled your dress up over your hips under your jacket so now your entire lower half is at his mercy. He sneaks his fingers under the hem of your panties and pulls them to the side, stroking gently through your wetness. You want to moan so bad, but you don’t think you can handle the embarrassment.

“San, stop,” you whisper, hoping it’ll be enough to convince him. “Not here.” You look over your shoulder to see him smirking back at you, just as he pulls his fingers away from your pussy and licks your juices off of them. You think your face is redder than a tomato at this point.

“Only naughty girls let themselves get felt up in the club like this,” he says, adjusting you on his lap again so that you feel his dick hardening underneath you. “Give me one good reason not to have you sit on my cock right here.”

At this point you’re not sure you even have a good reason, biting your lip to hold in your moans. But then your drink arrives at the table, Seonghwa leaning across you to tip the pretty waitress with a sultry grin.

“Thanks again,” you tell him as you grab the glass and take a huge sip. Your friend laughs as you suck down more than you normally would in one go, smirking to himself.

San’s hand slips under your dress again and you almost choke when he buries two fingers knuckle deep inside of you. They’re still wet from his saliva, but you’re wet enough that it doesn’t even matter, your hand shaky as you put your glass back down.

“So wet,” he purrs in your ear, making you melt in his lap. You don’t even care about being in public anymore, you’re ready to sit on his dick right this second. You start grinding your hips in little circles, feeling triumphant when San grunts a little too loudly.

“Don’t crush his balls, Y/N,” Jongho teases, tossing back his martini. You chuckle nervously, halting your movements as you remember where you are. You wait a few seconds until the table relaxes back into their conversations, then you glance over your shoulder and nod towards the bathroom.

San smirks, shaking his head. He leans next to your ear and pumps his fingers in and out of you steadily, curling them just enough so that he’s barely scraping that spongy spot inside of you. “I think I should fuck you right here, where everyone can see how naughty you’ve been,” he tells you, nipping at your earlobe.

You smack his chest half heartedly, slumping against him. His arm is still holding you securely in his lap, so you can only grind your hips a little bit while he fingers you. You wish he would’ve at least taken you to the bathroom; even if the two of you leaving the table would be more obvious, there’s at least an element of privacy.

You realize you’re about to come when San suddenly pulls his fingers out and shifts you into his knee, working with one hand to take his cock out of his slacks. You clutch your jacket tightly so it doesn’t fall off your lap and expose the two of you, fighting back a mewl.

San slides his tip along your folds, teasing you until you get impatient and sink down on his cock yourself. You don’t get very far with him holding your hips so tightly, but it’s enough that he shouts in surprise, drawing the attention of the rest of the table.

“You good?” Hongjoong asks, smirking. You’re not stupid enough to think he’s not aware of what’s happening right now, but you’re hoping he’s not about to expose you to everyone else. You go to speak, only for San to pull you down fully onto his cock, your words dying in your throat.

“Yeah man,” San says with a grin. He’s stroking your hips soothingly, but you just want to pinch him for being such a little shit right now. “She just sat on me a little wrong.”

“Mhm,” Seonghwa comments, glancing sideways at the two of you. His eyes fall to your jacket for a second and he smirks, hiding it behind his wine glass. Yeah, he definitely knows too. So much for being subtle, you sigh.

San waits for their attention to be diverted again before he lifts you up slightly, his tip dragging along your walls. You want to scream from the delicious friction, but you just let your head drop forwards as he fucks you slowly in his lap.

“For someone who was so embarrassed a few minutes ago, you’re certainly being obvious now,” San whispers with a chuckle. He’s right, but you’re too cock drunk right now to have a comeback ready. You’re mindlessly swirling your hips in his lap, only focused on getting off. You don’t even care if the rest of the table figures out what’s going on at this point.

San realizes you’re not responding and focuses on getting both of you off, thrusting up into you even harder. He reaches around you to grab his glass of whiskey, taking a sip like it’s nothing. You eye your mule and debate whether you can take a drink without spilling all over yourself, ultimately deciding it’s a bad idea.

“Are you close?” San whispers, his hand dipping beneath your jacket and pressing into your clit. You jolt against his hand and nod, so he starts rubbing quick circles against the sensitive nub. “Come on, cum around me, baby.”

You sigh under your breath and rock against his hand. It doesn’t take you much longer before you’re cumming over his cock and fingers, trying not to shudder too violently in his lap. He cums right after, filling you up with his seed until it’s spilling down your thighs. His slacks are definitely ruined now and so are your panties, but you can only focus on catching your breath as he tucks himself away and pulls your underwear back over your spent pussy. You swallow the rest of your mule in one gulp, smacking the copper cup a little too hard on the table.

“I’m a little tired,” you find yourself saying, wiping your forehead. “I think I’m gonna call it a night and go home.” You try to slip off of San’s lap, but your legs are like jello and you almost fall when you do.

“Whoa!” Hongjoong shouts, catching you at the last second. He looks concerned at first, but then he’s smirking at you and you gulp. Yeah, you’ve definitely been caught. He helps you to your feet, but keeps his hand on your elbow. “Do you need a ride home?”

You shake your head. “No, and none of you should be driving anyway, seeing as we all drank.” You slip your jacket on and adjust your purse on your shoulder, turning just in time to see San and Seonghwa standing up.

“I think we’re going to head home too,” Seonghwa explains. He smirks at you the same way Hongjoong did and you swallow nervously. Had he seen anything? You were sure your jacket had been covering your lap the whole time, but you don’t like the look on his face.

San grabs your wrist gently and you look into his eyes. There’s that devilish expression again, making your heart thump in excitement. “Let’s get you home, we can all take an Uber together.”

Your thighs are still sticky with cum, but you let San and the others walk you to the curb outside, Hongjoong calling the Uber on his phone. You feel uneasy with your three friends glancing at you so often, but you figure they’re just going to tease you about what they saw at the table. You don’t expect Seonghwa sliding his hand down your ass and squeezing, making you knock into Hongjoong.

“So you two were having fun earlier, huh?” Seonghwa says, fiddling with the hem of your dress. You look at him in shock, but you don’t move to stop him. “Why’d you leave us out?”

“Yeah,” Hongjoong purrs, throwing an arm over your shoulders. “What if we want to play too?” You look at him while Seonghwa sneaks his hand under your dress and pinches your butt. San stands off to the side with a grin, watching his friends feel you up.

“What?” you say dumbly, but Hongjoong drops his hand to your breast and tweaks your nipple through the fabric, making you moan. You realize you’re even more exposed than in the club, since you’re on the street waiting for your Uber.

“You’re so easy,” Seonghwa snickers, pressing himself up behind you. You want to be offended by the comment, but you can feel his cock straining against his slacks, your mouth watering slightly. Hongjoong glances at his phone and leans in to kiss your neck, purring in your ear.

“We only have five minutes before the driver comes, think you can help us out before then?” He chuckles, cupping your breast in his hand. “Or maybe we should let him watch, since you’re apparently into that.”

You moan softly, glancing over at San who is still a few feet away just watching the three of you. He grins and steps forward as if he’s been summoned, grabbing your neck and tilting your head up for a kiss.

You can only imagine what it must look like to anyone stepping out of the club right now, having three men crowded around you like this. You hope nobody sees and that you can get into the Uber without being publicly shamed, though the three of them certainly are making it hard with their hands roaming your body.

Seonghwa is rocking his cock into your backside at a steady pace, his hands sneaking under your dress whenever he can manage. San is still lazily making out with you while Hongjoong teases your breasts through the fabric of your dress. You try and count down the time until the Uber arrives, but your brain is deliciously hazy from all the attention.

“He’s around the corner,” Hongjoong finally says, and all three men stop touching you simultaneously. You whine at the loss, but the four of you hurry up the street and pile into the backseat of the car, San sitting up front beside the driver.

Hongjoong puts his hand on your thigh immediately, prying your legs open. He can feel the dried cum on your skin and his breath hitches as he looks down at it, then back up at you. Your eyes are hooded as he pulls your panties to the side and rubs over your folds, your body already leaking again at the attention.

Seonghwa grabs your other knee, subtly spreading your legs apart even wider. He nibbles at your ear and whispers dirty things you’d never imagined him saying to you, arousal gushing out of your center.

San chats up the driver while his friends fondle you in the backseat, his eyes occasionally watching in the mirror. This is not how you saw your night going, but you’re not about to complain. Your idea of not fucking around in the friend group had failed miserably, but maybe this wasn’t the worst idea in the world.

You’re so busy getting pleasured that you don’t realize you’re going to San’s house until you’re outside of it, Hongjoong pushing you out of the car as fast as humanely possible.

“Come on, let’s get inside,” San says, herding the three of you into the building lobby. Seonghwa leads you by the wrist to the elevator, placing your hand over his cock as soon as the doors close.

Hongjoong starts kissing your neck and you belatedly remember that there’s security cameras in the elevator. You glance up at them in worry, but San just shakes his head. “I called ahead and had them turned off,” he explains.

You decide to let go now, since San’s apartment is on the entire top floor and nobody will see you coming out of the elevator with three men. You squeeze Seonghwa’s cock and turn to capture Hongjoong’s lips with your own, moaning into the kiss. There’s no point in denying yourself pleasure at this stage, so you lean into it fully.

“Who knew you liked attention this much?” San comments from across the elevator. He sounds unaffected, but one glance tells you that he’s hard again, his slacks tenting considerably. You grin and wave him over.

“Might as well enjoy it,” you mutter, just before he kisses you sloppily. Hongjoong has moved back down to your neck, his hands playing with your breasts. Seonghwa unbuttons his slacks and you slip your hand into his underwear, grinning to yourself when he moans and leans his head against the elevator wall.

“You’re so hot,” Hongjoong whines, grabbing your other hand and placing it on his cock. You take the hint immediately, reaching into his pants and palming him over his underwear. You feel powerful having three hot men at your mercy like this, though you know it won’t last very long.

The elevator opens on San’s floor and the three of you stumble out together, a mess of limbs and half discarded clothing. Seonghwa steps out of his pants in the hallway, not even caring as San punches in his security code.

“Where’s the bedroom?” you ask between kisses, but San scoops you up and carries you down the hall, the other two men trailing behind you.

San dumps you on his giant bed with a grin, unbuckling his belt and taking his cock out. You don’t waste time opening your mouth, watching as he puts his tip on your waiting tongue.

“Fuck, she takes cock so well,” Seonghwa grunts, coming closer. He starts fisting his cock as Hongjoong shuts the door behind himself, approaching the bed. “Can’t wait for my turn.”

You moan around San’s cock, reaching up to play with his balls. He sighs and grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you further onto his dick until you’re gagging slightly.

“Oh my god,” Hongjoong breathes, your teary eyes igniting something in him.

“Yeah, suck it,” San encourages, smirking down at you. “You look so good with my cock down your throat, baby.”

You reach between your legs and spread your pussy lips with your fingers, arousal leaking out onto the sheets. Seonghwa stares at you like you’re a piece of meat, precum dribbling out of his pretty pink tip. You wish you could fit two cocks in your mouth at once, but with their sizes, it’s just not possible.

“Get it nice and wet for me,” San keeps talking, turning you on even more. “Wanna fuck you again so they can see just how good you take it.”

You moan around his dick, your fingers rubbing your clit now as you chase your own high. San’s fingers in your hair tighten as he forces you down on his cock again, making you swallow desperately for air.

“Shit,” Hongjoong breathes. He’s taken his cock out now as well, his swollen head a dark shade of purple that you weren’t expecting. He plays with his balls as he watches you, rolling them in his hands.

Seonghwa comes to kneel on the bed beside you, reaching out to take one of your breasts in his hand. He rubs your nipple to full hardness, still stroking his cock with his other hand. Before you realize what’s even happening, his cum is shooting out over your chest, the pearly strings decorating your breasts.

San groans at the sight, his thrusts into your mouth getting rougher and deeper. You put your hand around his shaft and pull off, glancing up at him.

“Thought you wanted to fuck me,” you say teasingly, and San growls, pushing you backwards onto the bed. You fall easily, your breasts bouncing as your back hits the mattress. San grabs your thighs and spreads them wide, fitting himself between your legs.

“I’m not going easy on you,” he says, lining his tip up with your soaking entrance. You loop your arms around his neck and laugh, your breath getting knocked out of you when he pushes his cock in.

“Fuck,” you groan, your eyes closing. He pushes one of your legs over his shoulder and starts ducking you roughly, the wet sounds of your bodies meeting filling the bedroom. Hongjoong takes off his clothes and gets on the bed, hand wrapping around his cock. He and Seonghwa watch you get fucked with dazed expressions.

“So fucking good,” San growls, leaning down to bite at your chest. You can tell he’s going to leave marks, but you don’t really care about that right now, not when his cockhead is hitting your spot so perfectly on every thrust. All you can do is moan and cling onto his shoulders, your nails digging into the skin.

Seonghwa finally comes back to earth, scooting up on the bed. He adjusts your upper half into his lap, reaching down to cup your breasts and pull at your nipples. His long fingers have you arching into his touch, even as San fucks you harder and faster.

“Good girl,” Seonghwa praises you softly, smiling as you seek out his touch. “You’re doing so good for San, being his perfect little cocksleeve.” You mewl loudly, turning your head to the side and kissing Seonghwa’s inner thigh.

Seonghwa guides his half hard cock between your lips with ease, blood rushing south as you lick at him eagerly. He can’t believe he’s getting this chance to be with you in this way, his balls tightening at the thought of getting to fuck you later.

“Hey!” Hongjoong pouts, moving to your side. “Stop leaving me out!”

San chuckles, glancing at his friend. “She’s kinda busy at the moment,” he says, readjusting his grip on your leg.

“She’s got hands,” Hongjoong grunts. He grabs your hand and puts it on his cock. You try your best to start jerking him off, but with San fucking you and Seonghwa’s cock in your mouth, it’s hard to get the coordination right.

Hongjoong seems to realize this and he grabs your wrist. “Hold your hand still and I’ll fuck into it,” he tells you. You grin around Seonghwa’s cock.

“Look at you,” Seonghwa praises, brushing your hair out of your face. “You’re making all three of us feel so good, baby. You’re the best, you know that?”

You whine at the praise, more determined than ever to make your friends cum. You clench hard around San, making him curse, and you hum with your tongue on the underside of Seonghwa’s cock, feeling proud when he groans loudly.

“Fuck!” San curses, dropping your leg and rolling you face down in Seonghwa’s lap. You almost choke on his cock as San pulls out and jerks himself over your back, cum shooting out onto your ass a moment later.

Hongjoong wastes no time in pushing the younger man aside, hands fondling your butt and rubbing the cum into your skin. “Shit, you look so hot covered in cum,” he groans, smacking your ass gently.

Seonghwa grabs your hair and holds you down on his cock. “Stay right there,” he instructs. “Hongjoong’s gonna fuck you now, okay?”

Your hips are lifted slightly and then Hongjoong is sinking into your dripping pussy, sighing. “So wet for me,” he says in awe, stroking his hands along your sides soothingly. You shudder in Seonghwa’s lap, gripping his thighs for support.

“You’re doing great,” Seonghwa coos, holding your hair back so he can look at you swallowing around his cock. He’s always thought you were pretty, but this sight easily takes the cake, your eyes sparkling up at him.

Hongjoong’s strokes are long and smooth, and at this angle, the perfect depth to have you moaning around Seonghwa’s cock. You already know you won’t last long, your fingers digging into the skin on Seonghwa’s thighs. You only make it a few minutes before you’re cumming around Hongjoong’s cock, your thighs shaking with effort.

He lets you collapse in Seonghwa’s lap, quickly stroking his cock until he’s covering your back and ass with a fresh load of cum. You feel beyond sticky and gross now with four loads drying into your skin, but you aren’t going to leave Seonghwa hanging when he’s been so nice to you throughout this whole escapade.

You gather your strength and pull yourself off his cock, settling in his lap and kissing him messily. Seonghwa cups your face and smiles into the kiss, gasping a little as you suddenly sink down onto him. “You’ve been so nice to me,” you murmur against his lips, taking him in slowly. “Let me return the favor.”

You don’t have much effort left to do anything but grind down in his lap, but it seems to be working, based on the way his fingers dig into your hips. His tip presses up against your spot perfectly at this angle, leaving you moaning and gasping softly every time he moves. “Right there,” you tell him, stroking the hair at the back of his neck. Seonghwa practically purrs at your touch, his hands sliding down to cup your ass. He starts helping you move when you get too tired, all the activities of the night catching up to you at once.

“You’re so warm and delicious,” he tells you, kissing your neck and chest. “Pretty and perfect, just for us. Come on, sweet thing, let go for us one more time.” Your orgasm is building as he continues to bounce you in his lap, kissing your lips every few moments.

You feel hands touching your back, reaching around to rub gently at your clit. You don’t know who’s where, just that between the three of your friends, you fall off the edge and cum harder than you have all night, shaking and crying in Seonghwa’s lap as they all work you through it.

Seonghwa lifts you off his lap and San lays you down flat on the bed. Seonghwa strokes his cock over your face until he cums, long white strings landing on your lips and chin. All three men groan at the sight of your fucked out face covered in cum, making you smile.

“Get her a warm washcloth,” San orders, laying down next to you. Hongjoong scurries off to the en-suite bathroom, while Seonghwa cuddles up against your other side. The two of them rub their hands over your arms and legs, soothing the muscles until Hongjoong returns with the washcloth.

“You did so well,” Seonghwa coos, kissing the top of your head. You feel warm inside as Hongjoong wipes you clean, being careful to get all the dried cum from between your legs. San rolls you over when Hongjoong’s done with the front, taking the washcloth from him. He cleans your legs and ass, his hand lingering a little too long on the latter.

“Yeah, you let all of us fuck that tight little pussy,” San agrees, smirking at you. You hide your face in your arms, suddenly embarrassed again now that your confidence has worn off.

“Leave her alone,” Seonghwa scolds, but he’s directing your chin up with his fingers, a wicked smirk on his face. Your pussy throbs with a fresh wave of desire, but you know you can’t take another round right now. He slips his other hand between your legs experimentally, eyes softening when you let out a whimper of discomfort.

“Let’s rest for now, we can fuck you again later,” Seonghwa decides, kissing your forehead. San moves his hand away from your ass and cuddles up against you, hand splaying out across your stomach.

“Hey, where am I gonna fit for cuddles?” Hongjoong whines, smacking the bed. The three of you roll your eyes at him and Seonghwa shifts his lower half so there’s room for Hongjoong to slide up against you. The younger man makes a happy noise and nuzzles into your hip, throwing an arm across your waist.

“I’m so happy,” you sigh, feeling the love of your friends radiating around you. Sure, the situation wasn’t what you expected, but the outcome felt right.

Seonghwa grins down at you, tickling your sides. “Good,” he says, kissing you quickly. “That’s what we all want.”

#ateez smut #san smut #hongjoong smut #seonghwa smut #ateez fic #san x reader #hongjoong x reader #seonghwa x reader #i had to get revenge on a friend lmao #last fic of 2022!!#my fics #1600

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kickingitwithkirk · 1 month ago

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Paschal Moon 2.0 -1/2

Summary: Jensen finds love the second time around can be bumpier than an armadillo-laden roadway in Texas.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Fiancé!Reader

WC: 2120

Warnings: fair amount of drinking and flangst, relationships are hard, insecurities, cursing, sexy teasing, arguments, family issues, reader still saying shit like me IRL

*Please read Paschal Moon first. This story is a continuation of it.

A/N: It's been a minute since I've been up to writing after Covid kicked my arse, but I had this sequel idea bouncing around and splitting into two parts.

A/N II: I based readers home on this property I’d love to live on in Utley, Tx

A/N III: This is a work of fiction, and no intentional disrespect to the real-life persons contained within.

Square Filled: @jacklesversebingo -“I’ll always take care of you as long as you need me” in bold @j3bingo -Foreplay

*Moldavite

*divider by @firefly-graphics

*no Beta-all mistakes are mine

*photos found online

The screen doors creaking made Jensen look up from the sheet music he was working on and saw his fiancée couldn't help but smile. Six months ago, he was so deep in divorce drama that it was providence meeting this nerd-hot astronomy professor who lives in the boonies.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said, sitting his guitar on the couch, expecting her to reciprocate, but she just walked through the kitchen door. Okay, that’s not good, Jensen thought. Crossing the main room, he found Y/N’s messenger bag lying on the floor, her jacket carelessly tossed on top, and shoes kicked in opposite directions.

Jensen heard a cabinet door slam shut in the shoebox-sized kitchen as he gathered the items and placed them in their usual spots before entering the kitchen to find Y/N leaning against the old butcher block countertop with a finger crooked in a bottle of Fireball Whiskey's handle, chugging it like an old moonshiner made him remark, “Guess you've had a day.”

Pulling off she bitterly responds: “It’s been crapdamntastic. And how was yours, dear?” This shocks her fiancé. Y/N never called him that, once saying the endearment had a negative connotation from her childhood when she suddenly stomped off. When the hundred-year-old farmhouse’s pipes rattle, it snaps Jensen out of it, and, like the last time Y/N had guzzled that much alcohol too fast, he sees the trail of clothes left in her wake.

Now concerned, he gathered the articles and deposited them in the bath hamper. “Gonna tell me what set you off this time?”

A very unladylike snort came from behind the shower's glass door, “Check your phone.” He retrieved it from the charger in the bedroom and plopped on the large bed, thumbing through multiple missed text stops at the one from his manager marked urgent opens the included link. “Wha…Motherfucker!”

In an exclusive interview, OTH star Danneel Ackles reveals the real reason her ex-husband, Supernatural's Jensen Ackles, deserted his family.

A bath sheet-wrapped Y/N sat down cross-legged, facing Jensen as he continually tugged a hand through his long hair while reading the article full of falsehoods. Jensen suddenly dropped his phone and reached for the bottle copied her earlier chugging, “You know those paparazzi that've been harassing since Inks Lake?”

Jensen acknowledges, remembering the night a few weeks ago when Y/N’s astronomy class took a field trip, secretly arranging to take her camping instead (something he wouldn’t normally do on a dare) and proposed during the celestial event.

“Well, today, they got into the auditorium during my lecture and began shouting those derogatory accusations from that piece when several of my students took it upon themselves to intervene. Long story short, I’m on unpaid leave until the school finishes its inquiry.” His following words this is my fault made Y/N snap. “Oh, the hell you say! You’re absofuckinglutley not at fault here! Danneel acting like a snake in the grass!”

“Danneels pissed because,” but Jensen didn’t finish, instead guzzling on the last of the bottle.

“Because beg-a-bitch badly miscalculated you’d come crawling back and trying to save face! Peaches, I knew being together would have bumps, but this?” She points to his phone, “Face facts, Jensen. Your ex is a Regina George who’s gone too damn far covering her swamp ass!” Jensen sputtered on the cinnamon whiskey burning down the wrong pipe, “Swamp ass?”

“Urban Dictionary, page two, definition four.”

Jensen began to speak, but Y/N placed her fingers against his plump lips. “You’ve always been inclined to let a lotta crap slide to keep the peace because she’s the mother of your children. But Jensen, it’s time to redraw the boundaries of what is acceptable and what’s not ‘cause I don’t want your kids to grow up with resentments like I have towards mine.”

“Ohhh my god! Keep giving it to me just like this Peaches!”

Y/N, sucking on her fingers, moaned in ecstasy, then pulled them out with an obscene pop before reaching for another slab of the ribs Jensen fixed in the outdoor smoker. “Good thing we’re not in public; otherwise, you’d get an obscenity charge.”

“It was one time, and I got off with a warning.” She cheekily remarks, “Besides, my meat man deserves props.” Jensen’s fair skin flushed; his tell when embarrassed but also when aroused makes Y/N grin and tease him by sucking the bones clean.

“Y/N, I wanted to talk about something, and don’t take this the wrong way.” Jensen takes a long swig of his beer before tackling the tricky subject. “Since we’re staying with my family for dad’s birthday, could you tone it down? Your personality can be a bit much.” Y/N got that expression, which he still wasn’t sure how to interpret.

“Calling me extra, that’s rich, considering your profession is full of fake people.” Jensen suppressed his automatic response. “Y/N, it’s just my parents; they’re very conservative.” She dropped her uneaten ribs and sat back.

“I might’ve grown up po-dunk,” her tone signals he’s close to stepping over the line. “But I know how to act around those types; otherwise, I wouldn’t have my position at UT Austin, let alone be headhunted by SpaceX for their new facility coming to Texas!” The flash of surprise crossing Jensen’s face didn’t slow Y/N down. “Would working for Elon Musk be acceptable to the high-fluttering Ackles clan? Or do they consider his personality a bit much?”

Hitting his limit, Jensen’s near-perfect features morphing into I’m done with your shit expression irked her more.

“You know what? We’re a couple of liquorlip loaded guns and better table this conversation till capable of being civil. Thank you for dinner, it was delicious.” Y/N gets up and grabs the rest of the six-pack. “I’m gonna polish these off in the guest house.”

“This is your house.”

“I know.“ Y/N says, twirling her engagement ring around her finger. “Kinda hoping sleeping alone in my bed will clarify whether you had a holy fuck, I’m over forty and single again moment and jumped the gun proposing or really ready for this life with me.” She laid the ring on the table before Jensen, and staggering slightly down the porch steps, disappeared into the moonless night.

Jensen was sitting on the kitchen banquette, watching the ancient oak leaves dance on the breeze through the window, when Y/N padded in barefoot, clad in one of his T-shirts, damp hair hanging loosely down her back, and no makeup.

God, he loved how she rocked the all-natural look, so different from Danneel, who always had to be camera-ready, watches Y/N sleepily fumble around, realizing the kettle was already heated, she added the tea diffuser, steeping it before pouring it into an oversized mug.

She shuffles and plops across from him, leaning on an elbow, waiting for Jensen to speak. “It wasn’t a knee-jerk reaction. You are the person I want to be with for the rest of my life.”

“Why?”

That one-word question hung in the air because Jensen knew what Y/N wanted.

It wasn’t the usual platitudes of I love you or can’t live without you. She wanted him to be open, raw, vulnerable, something he always had trouble with, exposing his innermost self.

“Figured after a decade in the industry, I had a grasp of how to tell fake people from real ones. I believed I knew Danneel because we’d been friends. Then she kissed me in Ten Inch Hero and we,” Y/N quirked an eyebrow as he ran a hand through his long hair, “I knew her boyfriend but did all my thinking with the wrong head. It wasn’t my finest moment.”

Jensen picked up the mug he’d already drunk and refilled it. “Looking back, I realized there were signs; our normal banter changed at some point. It was stupidly easier to ignore our issues in Vancouver or at cons.” Y/N remains quiet, so Jensen wouldn’t stop opening the hurt box and acknowledging the truth.

“I let Danneel manipulate me, thinking she supported my career by encouraging me to take on more roles. After getting pregnant with JJ, said she wanted to move back to Texas to be closer to family. Then pushing for more kids, ignoring what I wanted, to secure her position. And the other duplicity’s to get financial support for whatever project interested her.”

Jensen didn’t notice Y/N sliding across the seat beside him as he buried his face in his hands, “I've been her lifelong meal ticket. How could I have been so fucking stupid?!”

“Jensen, you aren’t stupid, you were in love. And some marriages work better with a bit of separation. What’s making me hella pissed is Grade A Cunt going around acting like butter wouldn’t melt and blaming you for her cheating!”

Y/N softens her approach, “Those weeks you didn’t call, figured you lost my number cause you’re another Hollyweird dickwad who didn’t wanna get caught with Ms. one-foot outta the trailer park.” Jensen shook his head, “I wouldn’t have taken you bar hopping to the ones I frequent if being seen together was the real problem. Why didn’t I call,” he shook his head again. “I didn’t know how to respond to you crashing through my insecurities like a…”

“Two by four in a tornado?”

“Pretty accurate and disturbing description.”

“Peaches, wanna know what I see when I look at you?” Jensen turned toward her, eyes loaded with apprehension. “A guy who feels too much, so he hides behind this reserved veneer and Da Vinci perfect face, kinda like his alter ego.”

Jensen pushes the mug over and takes her hand, placing the ring back on her finger. “I don’t know how to be without you anymore, so do me a favor. Don’t take this off again, okay?”

“Okay,” she reaches up, cupping his bearded cheek, "Peaches, I’ll always take care of you as long as you need me. So, we done with this emotional colonic?” Jensen laughs and kisses her. “That’s my girl.” He then licked his lips, “How about heading back to bed? We have a few hours before picking up the kids.” Y/N got up taken both mugs to the sink.

“I guess, since my propensity to get laid is about to greatly diminish staying with your parents, the con, then you heading off to finish up The Winchesters afterwards.”

“You have the weirdest technique for enticing a guy, sweetheart.” Jensen’s T-shirt smacks him in the face, and he's about to give her what for is gobsmacked at a completely naked Y/N standing in the doorway striking a seductive pose.

“This technique work for you, Peaches?”

Jensen glances in the SUV's rearview mirror to see which of his kids are acting up. But Clif, without looking, knows what’s happening and loudly asked, “Do the adult children need a timeout?” The noise abruptly stops as Jared and Y/N point at each other and simultaneously say, “He/She started it!”

****

The trip ended up taking a lot longer due to road work slowing traffic on the way to dropping Jared and Clif off at the hotel, and Jensen was relieved to pull into his parents' driveway. Getting out, twisted his torso to loosen up tense back muscles froze when the squeals of mommy rang out, and heard Danneel say she was also staying for the weekend.

Y/N grabs Zeps's backpack before stomping to the vehicle's rear, and when Jensen rounds the SUV, he is greeted with obscenities that would make a sailor blush and luggage hitting concrete. “Sweetheart, I have no idea why Danneel is here...”

“Because I invited her,” Donna Ackles says from not three feet away, and Jensen becomes frosty.

“Mom, we discussed this. You knew I was introducing Y/N to the family this weekend.” Donna comes back with, “Just because you abandoned your marital oath doesn’t change the fact that Danneel's family. And I had assumed your friend would be staying at that hotel, too.”

“Well, you know what they say about assumptions, Mrs. Ackles.” Donna’s eyes widened at Y/N's flippant remark, “You are a very impudent!”

“No, ma’am, inviting your son's lying whore ex to stay in the same house without his knowledge, that’s impudent," Y/N retorts. “I’d bet the farm your intentions are to demonstrate to everyone how dime in a dollar store I seem next to Danneel, hoping Jensen will be embarrassed enough to send me packing. Hate to disappoint you, but I don’t intimidate easily. So,” She stepped into Donna personal space and, with hands on hips says…“Bring it on, Grandma.”

SPNTAGS: @donnaintx @lyarr24 @flamencodiva @lassie-bird @nancymcl @spnbaby-67 @leigh70 @b3autyfuld1sast3r

Sam/Jared: @idreamofplaid

Dean/Jensen: @thoughts-and-funnies @stoneyggirl2 @beabutterfly987 @smoothdogsgirl @deans-spinster-witch

#paschal moon 2.0 #jensen ackles #jensen ackles x reader #jensen ackles x y/n #jensen ackles fanfiction #jacklesversebingo #j3bingo #spn rpf

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mandiemegatron · 9 months ago

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Okay but, Law angst based on "when I was your man" by Bruno mars

I can't handle the pain you enjoy putting me in😭😭😭😭😭😭

👀 you're not wrong though.

How about a taste of that? 😈

This is NOT part of an official part two for (you make me do) too much labour, but if you want to believe that it is, then go for it bc I am not sure if or when I'll get to writing it.

Enjoy, my lovely lil tangerines !!! I love you sm !!! 🤭💖💋

Written while listening to When I Was Your Man by Bruno Mars.

It was like being punched in the gut.

With a knife.

That was on fire.

He hadn't even been looking for you this time, having been entirely focused on actually refueling the ship and making sure every crew member came back with what they were supposed to.

Shaking fingers held the clipboard that marked down the wares that came onto the ship. He'd first heard that ugly, unruly laughter from a certain redheaded, knowing that Eustass Kid must have also been refueling at the same port.

He lazily looked around and spotted him, not fifty feet away. He was talking to his masked crew mate, Law vaguely remembers his name is Killer, ironically enough, and goes back to his clipboard.

Law idly wondered if Eustass was following him.

But how?

He had no way of knowing which way the Heart Pirates were going next, unless-

Law froze in his spot when he heard another familiar laugh, and he couldn't fight the way his body immediately went into an anxious state, his wide eyes watching in utter shock as you came out from beside Kid's massive form.

His eye twitched as Kid leaned down and pulled you into a kiss, resentment and fury clinging to his entire body at the audacity you and Kid held.

In that instance, everything fell into place for Law. Why he was suddenly always seeing Kid's ugly ship show its face everytime Law docked somewhere, why he felt like Kid was chasing him or following him -

It was you.

This whole time... it had been you.

"Boss! Did you see-"

"I saw."

Shachi and Penguin flinched at the venom dripping from Law's mouth, watching with worried expressions as their Captian burned holes into the back of your head.

For the first time in months, since you'd ran off from the Tang, you slowly turned and froze with wide eyes as you took in your ex-captain. You'd recognize that stupid, spotted hat anywhere.

Your gaze stuck with his, almost as if something was trying to pull you together. You could feel the anger, the sadness and the rage that fell off Law like a bitter waterfall, covering the entirety of your senses in a thick sludge.

It'd been the first time in months that you'd seen him.

You hated the way your heart ached to go to him.

"... Oi."

You broke your gaze from Law to stare back up at Kid, a set frown etched into his lipsticked mouth. There was uncertainty in his eyes as he nearly snarled out,

"... You're mine now. He can't have you back."

You flashed your lover a warm, loving grin and clung to him, holding his slightly larger face in your hands as you replied,

"I'm yours. I'm not going anywhere."

Kid's eyes softened slightly before he glared darkly at Law, the other captain suddenly standing a little taller at the challenge. They glared each other down until Kid looked away as you tugged on his opened shirt.

"Come on, let get out of here," you murmured, desperate to get away from this uncomfortable and fucked up situation.

You jumped slightly when Killer placed a warm, heavy hand on your shoulder, the other coming in front of you to give you a small bouquet of pretty weeds. A slight grin came over your face as you looked up at your masked lover and friend, the man giving you one in return that you couldn't see, but you knew was there.

He led you away by taking one of your hands into his, bringing the back of it up to his mask in a faux kiss as a sign of adoration, just as Eustass Kid turned back to Law, a wicked grin on his face as he mouthed something Law can't understand.

He points at Law, gives him the middle finger, then points at the sky before turning away with a loud cackle, following after his best friend and love.

Law then stiffens, knowing exactly what Kid meant.

"You... fucked... up."

Law turns away as Kid's loud voice echos over him, his heart gripped in a tight, metal hand as he hears Kid ask you,

"Apparently, they're throwin' a party here tonight... we gonna dance our asses off or what?!"

His heart breaks as he hears you reply happily,

"Ooh, you gunna take me dancing?! Thank you, baby!"

Law roughly slaps the clipboard into one of the crewmans stomachs, ignoring the over-exaggerated "Oof!" that Shachi gives. Law begins to turn, walking back towards the ship when Shachi suddenly calls out,

" ... How many times did she ask you to take her out?"

Law freezes in his spot, his eyes wide and dark as he stares down at his best friend and crewman.

"... what did you say...?"

"How many times... did she ask you to take her out? Or to bring her something that reminded you of her?"

Law's face contorts into one of raw fury, mouth snapping open to roar at Shachi's insolence when suddenly Ikkaku speaks up,

"All she wanted was you, Captain. And you made it clear that you didn't want her."

Law's head audibly snaps to the side, his dark gaze looming over Ikkaku as she continues,

"Just be happy for her. She's alive and clearly happier with them. Stop acting like the victim."

The anger and bitterness in Law grows as he snaps out,

"She's a traitor. She doesn't deserve to be happy with anyone!"

Ikkaku shouts back,

"Why?! Because she didn't want to keep having her heart broken by the man she loved?! Get OVER yourself!"

Law steps back slightly at her words, his chest heaving as pain and hurt take over the anger.

"I..."

Ikkaku cuts him off with a sharp, raised hand.

"You are not the victim here. Stop acting like your actions don't have consequences just because you're a pirate Captain."

Law falls silent, his face half covered by the wide rim of his hat. He hated that Ikkaku had a point, but he wouldn't tell her that.

"... make sure everyone gets back to the ship."

Shachi and Ikkaku give a tight salute, small frowns on both their faces as they watch their Captain walk back into the Tang.

They share a look with each other before going back to their duties, Shachi's shaded eyes watching you, Kid, and Killer until you were gone from his vision.

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scar-crossedlvrs · 1 year ago

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I have an idea... I'm not sure you'd like it, but I love your writing, so I thought I'd give it a shot - what if Carlos S/O's ex ( who are now distant friends ) shows up at their place, totally hammered after a really tough situation and out of pity/friendship and fear hes going to drunk drive she lets him stay on the couch for the night.

Meanwhile, Carlos is trying to be understanding but is having a hard time hiding his annoyance and jealousy? Could be fluff or smut- :) up to you

Carlos Oliveira - Only Yours

i’m flattered that you love my writing!! hearing compliments like that are the reason i keep going!! anyway i definitely loved this idea and went with fluff on this but idk part 2 smut someday???

ft an unnamed blonde hair blue eyed ex bf.

“Babe I think there’s someone at the door.”

Carlos’ voice coming from the next room is the only thing that tears you from the book in your lap, and you finally can hear the inconsistent knocking on the front door. Your eyes slide to the clock on the mantle, glowing a faint 11:30 pm.

It was late. Too late for a visitor.

“I’ll see who it is.” you sigh, marking your place in your book and traipsing to the front door as another string of haphazard knocks come from the other side.

The door swings open, and the first thing that you notice is the reek of alcohol, whiskey breath from the figure in the doorway. Familiar icy eyes that you hadn’t seen in months stare at you, the man drunk beyond comprehension.

“What are you doing? It’s nearly midnight.”

Your arms cross as you speak, brows furrowed in a mixture of concern and annoyance. His head tilts, seemingly confused. “Can’t visit an old friend?” the blonde’s words are slurring as he sways in his spot.

“Not at midnight and definitely not after months of no contact.”

He was a mess and you couldn’t help but worry about how he had managed to get here, or why exactly he was here.

“ ‘m sorry ‘bout that. Been busy. Jus’ wanna talk. Need a friend right now.”

Your eyes soften slightly, and open your mouth to speak when a possessive arm wraps around your waist.

“Everything okay over here?” Carlos’ voice is in your ear now. “I was getting worried.”

He’s speaking directly to you, eyes trained on your face and you take a moment to glance up at him with a nod. “You remember…?” You gesture to the door as you speak.

“Yeah, we met last time.” His arm tightens around you as he glances at the drunken man finally, giving him a stiff nod in greeting.

“He’s gonna stay here tonight.” Your words seem to surprise both of them, but you continue before either man could protest. “We’ve got a pretty comfy couch, and I’m not taking no for an answer.”

Unable to argue with you, Carlos helped you to get the drunk man into the living room and onto the couch. As amiable as he was being, you could easily tell he wasn’t exactly happy with the situation at hand. His eyes stayed glued to you as you took the time to help the blonde male get his jacket and shoes off without hurting himself.

“Thanks.” He said with a sheepish grin, leaning back on the couch with a content grunt.

“I’ve got some extra blankets and pillows in the bedroom, just wait here.” You reply, heading off down the hallway to find the stash of spare bedding somewhere in your bedroom closet.

You’re digging through the closet when the bedroom door closes behind you. A soft smirk pulls across your lips, as Carlos sulks across the room. It’s obvious that he wants to say something by the amount of pacing he’s doing. “You’re upset.” You say, turning with an armful of bedding in your arms. “You’re really bad at hiding it when you are.”

“No.” His answer is short and sharp, and you give him a knowing look. “Okay fine, maybe a little bit. You can’t blame me though.”

“There’s nothing to be worried about.” “So you’re telling me if my ex-girlfriend showed up here late at night claiming she wanted to talk, you’d be okay with it? You’d be okay if I let her stay here?”

His arms cross as you can feel his eyes on you. You let out a soft breath, dropping the blanket onto the bed with a sigh. “He’s drunk and a lot more harmless here than he would be driving home. I’d hope you’d consider the same if you were in my position.” You reply, slowly taking a few steps around the bed in order to close the distance between the two of you. Fingers find purchase on his crossed forearms, hoping that he’d relax under your touch. “Plus you didn’t have an issue when we had met him for drinks last time.”

You could feel the muscles tense under your fingertips. “That’s different.” His eyes avoided your gaze, “We were in public with other friends. And it was before everyone started talking about how they thought you were going to spend an eternity with him.”

There it was, the source of his annoyance. You sigh softly, moving your hands from his crossed arms to the sides of his face, pulling his eyes to yours gently.

“You have absolutely nothing to worry about, Carlos.” Your voice is soft and reassuring. “That was years ago, plus might I remind you I’m the one who broke things off.”

His arms relax a little falling to his sides, and you take a moment to guide them around your waist before resting your hands back on his face. Instinctively, Carlos tightens his arms around you.

“I love you, can’t help but worry that someone’s coming to snatch you away.” he says, still grouchy.

“There’s nobody else for me but you.” You pull his face closer, placing a sweet kiss on his lips which finally makes him smile. “I’ll prove it if I have to, just as soon as I’m done dealing with our guest.”

You let go of his face and move to collect the spare bedding once more. There’s a grunt as Carlos tightens his arms around you once again.

“I’ll deal with it, you get to wait here and think about how you’re gonna prove it.”

He lets go of you with a cheeky wink, obviously feeling better.

Just what had you gotten yourself into now?

#carlos oliveira #carlos oliveria x reader #resident evil x reader #carlos oliveira fic #tea writes things

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haechansdoll · 1 year ago

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meant to break? - ldh x y/n

Pairing : Lee Dongyuck x Reader

Description : Even if you barely know him any longer, he remains your first love.

Warnings : ex lovers, reader being called kitten, dom!haechan, eating out, fingering (f!recieving), playing with nipples, holding cum, dominating, edging, rough sex, haechan's a dick, cumming inside the reader.

A week of deadlines drained you to the point that you didn’t mind going to a get-together you got invited to, well the invitation is for all post-graduate students anyways. You don’t usually go to parties or any gatherings anymore since you started grad school but its fucking exhausting with all the meetings and papers to submit plus having to mark undergrad’s papers.

And instead of relaxing by letting go of all the things that have been wearing you down lately, you’re currently thinking of someone that has been bothering your mind these past few months.

Haechan.

You’re not sure if he’ll be there despite the fact that the gathering's for every department since he hated going to those during your earlier college days. Parties like this may look the same as the undergrad ones but the main difference is that this seems more cozy because everyone knows each other already rather than random strangers you meet on the latter.

You hate that you still think of him even in times when you're supposed to chill. Walking into the house that you don’t even know who the owner is, you spotted some of his friends which made you nervous because he’ll appear for sure any seconds later.

Haechan knows you're here. Hell the only reason he came to this gathering is because he knows that you'll finally come. Not that he's waiting, okay, yeah he is, so? Maybe he'll get a chance to finally talk to you.

You've encountered familiar people and chatted with them for a bit, catching up on some of them who you barely see on campus anymore. Haechan on the other hand is trying to hide from you, afraid that you'll leave when you see him here.

After some time, you walked into the kitchen looking for any booze, the need to get drunk taking over your mind. You paused, wait, you wanna get drunk but at the same time you don't wanna get drunk? What if you ran into Haechan and do stupid shits because of it. You know how you get when you're drunk but you can also use that as an excuse so..

With you getting lost in your own world weighing the pros and cons, you didn't realize someone approaching you, entering from the hallway.

Haechan thinks how cute you still are thinking deeply, eyebrows furrowed in concentration while staring down at the kitchen counter, this is one of the habits he most couldn't forget about you.

Silently, he enters the kitchen which is quieter than the living room he just left with, the rest of his friends and colleagues starting another drinking game that he has no interest in joining. You still didn't notice him so he'll make it not obvious that he already saw you earlier.

"Y/N?"

Fuck, you’ll always recognize that deep voice anywhere.

No way, no fucking way. It can't be him. He can't be here alone with you.

You took a deep breath to calm your nerves and turned around only to see someone who you've never thought you'll see this close again. And why is he this close to you wth.

“Lee Haechan” you responded flatly. That was too much of an effort for you to say after what happened between the two of you, more like what he did.

You and Haechan were not really lovers. Sure you have feelings for each other but you weren't official. It's not friends with benefits either because you weren't friends in the first place.

It's what they call MU, or mutual understanding.

You immediately hit it off each other when you locked eyes during lectures. You remember him being dismissive every time like nothing happened and you figured he was just shy so you made the first move.

Gradually, he warmed up along the way. With you showering him with affections non-stop and immediately laying out your intentions.You both do couple-y things more than what actual couples do, even saying "i love you" to each other so people around you actually assumed that you were together.

But then again, you weren't together so technically you both weren't obligated to fully commit and you were pretty stubborn to believe that it could work because you’re both grown-ups anyways but Haechan was on a different page as you.

"I didn't know you go here too" he smiled amusingly, scooting closer to you. With you getting flashbacks of what went wrong you didn’t stop him or moved away so he took it as a sign to continue.

Liar.

“Nice excuse Lee, but didn't know I had to inform you" you retorted, avoiding his eyes.

No way you're letting him see right through you, and you don’t know why you’re not even moving away from him.

"Cut the crap Y/N you've been avoiding me" he chucked humorlessly, gummies peeking out, ones that made you fall in love with him in the first place.

True. You've been dodging him ever since you found out he goes here too, if it weren't for your current situation you would've attended a different grad school for your masters but here we are.

"You know why, don't you" you stated coldly, still refusing to look at him. why are you talking to him in the first place?

This is why you’ve been avoiding him, you can’t really stay away from him when he’s near. There's always been a pull between you both, like magnets to each other. That’s what your friends always tell you when they see you and Haechan together. Maybe that’s the reason why somehow he always finds you somehow

You finally shifted your eyes on him, to his side profile noticing how he didn’t change much, just seems more mature.

"You're staring" he smirked as he turned to you.

"As if" you scoffed, now trying to distance yourself because you felt your heartbeat increasing already. He's literally cornering you so you can't even go anywhere.

"You haven't changed a bit" Haechan mused, eyes full of wonder while looking at you intently.

He's actually relieved that you're talking to him, he expected that you would just pretend like you didn't know him like you always do every time you see each other or when you were with colleagues.

"Oh I did" you snickered sarcastically, still avoiding his gaze. You’re not gonna look at his cat eyes that you always find cute. don’t get distracted, don’t get distracted, don’t get–

Haechan went closer to you, eyes hooded now. And that instantly changed to the mood you’re trying to avoid. He must've been drinking, he's usually not this forward unless he had a sip already or maybe he just changed.

"Hmm, wanna show me?" he winked, hands reaching out and started twirling your hair with his fingers and you gaped, frozen at your stance.

Screw him. But those fingers though, those damn veiny-

You gasped a little when he pushed your hair back on one side and felt his fingers tracing on your shoulders. Haechan's just playing around though, since the only way for you to respond to him is to irk you.

"Fuck off Haechan" you seethed and jerked his hand off of you. How dare? How dare he?

Haechan's clearly not in his right mind. He’s aware that you're still mad at him but what can he do? He's not gonna get any opportunity to fully reach out, not unless he starts now.

He didn't respond, still staring at you intently like he wanted to say more and then his other hand came up and did the same thing on your other shoulder. This time, you didn't shrug him off.

You know he's never been good with expressing through his words directly so you let him through his touches.

Truthfully, you miss him so you’ll listen, just for tonight.

His fingers descended from your shoulders to your arms, slightly touching the sides of your breasts and you started squirming. Why the hell did you wear a thin ass bralette tonight fuck.

Haechan waited for you to stop his hands, scream at him and pushed him away but you didn't. If not, you're starting to quiver and he can feel your soft breaths quickening.

You should stop him, you should but now you don't want to. Despite everything, you miss his touches and your resolve is already breaking as you're getting aroused with how he’s touching you. His fingers then continued tracing the outline of your breasts, fingers teasing while observing your reactions.

The moment the side of his forefinger grazed on your nipples, you gasped a little louder than you intended to, and that made Haechan smirked.

"Stop me" he whispered lowly, eyes going darker than before while eyeing your clothed tits, his tongue running over his lips. Fuck, your nipples are already this hard and he barely even started. He started pinching them, rolling the buds between the pads of his fingers while slowly kneading both of your breasts.

You couldn't answer and just sighed while closing your eyes as all you can think about is how good his hands feel. You're really this touch deprived, damn your workload for causing you to be too busy to get laid or even touch yourself.

You let out a small chuckle at that and Haechan noticed, eyes narrowing at you. Opening your eyes, they went down to his veiny fingers currently fondling your tits through your thin shirt. Dammit, he looks so hot focusing on them, his brows furrowing and he's now biting his lips.

"H-Haechan.." you moaned when he got bolder and started pinching your nipples roughly.

Thoughts of you ignoring him all this time resurfaced into Haechan's mind so he couldn't help how his touches suddenly became harsh.

"You miss me don't you?" he chuckled in a mocking manner and you just nodded lightly, hoping he'll do more which he didn’t notice.

Your lack of answer just added to Haechan's growing frustration, why tf won't you just admit it?. His demeanor changed and his hands went down to the hem of your shirt, trying to lift it up. But you've stopped his eager hands before he can expose your chest.

"We-we're in the kitchen" you stuttered, breathing heavily. He’s very close to you now that can feel how hard he is already, pressing into you shamelessly. His hands came up to your waist, trying to keep you steady when you couldn’t stop rubbing your knees together.

“I don’t care, everyone’s drunk anyways” he countered nonchalantly. You’re not sure if he’s actually drunk but you know Haechan, you know he would actually fuck you here so before he can proceed you immediately dragged him out of the kitchen towards the quieter part of the house.

You both are still walking in a rush through the hallways when he hastily yanks you back to him, instantly pressing you to the wall behind you. A sly smirk appeared on his handsome face and you whined. His face went closer, staring at your eyes deeply and you closed them, waiting for him to kiss you.

But he didn’t and instead his lips touched the side of your jaw for a bit, you can feel his breath tracing down to your neck while his hands went under your skirt, touch lingering on your skin nearing your ass. Your hands landed on his firmed chest, feeling him through his shirt but it’s not enough. You noticed that his body became buffer too, holyshit.

“There’s a nearest door-” a slap on your ass made you yelped, and you stared back at Haechan in daze when his hands started kneading them after. You open your legs for a silent invitation, simpering cause he’s finally going to give you what you want.

"Shit.." you hissed when Haechan harshly tugged your underwear and your eyes widened in alarm at the thought of him ripping it because it’s a bit expensive.

"No" you whimpered and he sighed impatiently, dragging your panties down through your legs instead. Knowing what he's planning, you helped him by adjusting your skirt higher to your upper waist.

"Fuck, you wore my favorite" he said softly, voice throaty. The way he’s eyeing your lacy, dark red underwear in his hands made you flush. Looking up to your face, you saw how his eyes are changing from the slight longing to sudden anger along with the lust that's already on them.

"Haechan" you whispered desperately. You're already so wet and he looked so sexy kneeling in front of you but you're wondering why he's suddenly annoyed.

“You were planning to get laid tonight weren’t you?” he hissed.

“N-No” you meekly responded. Well you didn’t really plan on getting any tonight, you just decided to wear them just in case.

“Don’t lie to me Kitten” you stiffened, eyes going wide while your heart’s thrumming with confusion. He’s calling you Kitten again, like he used to. He’s drunk, he’s still drunk for sure.

And before you could even respond, he suddenly planted his lips on your inner thigh. Haechan misses you, misses eating you out, misses how you crumble under his tongue.

Tracing his lips on your skin made you shiver as you felt them nearing your core. Haechan reached the apex of your pussy and you eagerly pushed your hips forward, much to his pleasure.

“Behave” he snickered, leaning in and slowly running his tongue on your slit. You moaned at the feeling, hands instantly grabbing his hair which he slapped away. You looked down at him only to find his eyes already fixing at you.

Never breaking eye contact, he slowly moves his tongue on your pussy like he's making out with it. You couldn't look away, there's something about Haechan staring at you intensely while eating you out that makes you wanna stay put. It’s also because you’re afraid he will stop if you look away.

His hands are back on your legs, prying them open when you tried closing them after his tongue started flicking your clit harshly. You’re dripping so much as you can see your juices smearing on his lips already, some of them running down on his neck.

"..so..good..fuck.." you moaned in small breaths, closing your eyes and slowly grinding your hips on his tongue. Trying to balance yourself against the wall while your knees are getting weak is somehow turning you even more.

Haechan's beaming as of the moment. His eyes roamed your beautiful face while your eyes were closed. He's glad that you’re letting him pleasure you like this. Fuck ,he's getting harder every time he feels your pussy clenching on his mouth.

"Pretty pussy" he murmured and you opened your eyes when you felt his fingers running up lightly on your thighs.

"Please" you whined impatiently, begging for his fingers. You didn't want to since his tongue's already enough to make you cum and you're almost there but greed consumed you so now you want his fingers too.

"Not enough Kitten? What is it?" he chuckled, blowing his breath on your sensitive pussy and you squirmed. Fuck him and the cocky smile now on his face. You glared at him but then he slowly removed his hands so you panicked.

"Fingers!" you cried desperately. "Please fuck me with your fingers" you whined, hips moving unconsciously and Haechan smirked. Leaning in again, his tongue is back on your core, pressing even harder that makes you clench around nothing, you just want his fingers inside you!

You thought Haechan would ignore your request until you felt his finger eased on your entrance. You’re so wet and close already, so you moved one of your hands from the wall to your breasts, alternating in flickering your nipples through your thin shirt in hopes of convincing Haechan to slip the rest of his fingers into you.

And it worked. After Haechan saw how needy you’ve become he added another finger, arching it up and then pumping it in and out slowly while his tongue seemed to increase its pace in working on your clit.

Your moans are getting louder and Haechan senses that you’re getting closer with how tight your walls have become around his fingers.

“Don’t cum” he ordered, pace going slower but somehow deeper.

“B-but I’m close!” you cried, hips grinding faster on his face. Surely, everyone can hear you but you didn’t even care that you’ve been moaning loudly on this empty hallway anymore.

“I said don’t cum” his voice stern, adding another finger into you. Your body feels like its on fire, Haechan’s fingers fucking you leisurely while his tongue is doing the opposite on your bud.

“Neediest..pussy..” he muttered, emphasizing each word through each stroke of his fingers.

Your core’s aching already, your release nearing.Haechan’s fingers suddenly went faster. Fuck, you’re almost there,

Almost...and then–

“What the fuck Haechan!!” you cried when he pulled out his fingers and was about to grab his head back to you but he caught your wrist, tightly gripping them.

"That's your punishment for ignoring me," he said coldly, getting up from his knees and dragging you towards the nearest door.

"I hate you" you seethed. Stupid, you should've known he'll eventually get back to you for ignoring him.

He immediately opened it, pushing you inside.Your legs are still wobbly from your denied orgasm but you managed to somehow walk near the bed, steps staggering until you dropped on the edge making Haechan scoffed.

"You hate me huh?" you can feel him behind you at once and you move your hips back desperately, urging him to do something since all you can think about is the need to cum.

“H-Haechan” you whimper when you feel his hands lift your skirt further above your ass.

His fingers started tracing around your exposed core before he inserted two of them back inside, scissoring them slowly.

Moaning loudly you shamelessly bucked your hips back to his fingers only for him to swing his other hand on your ass, rough hand landing a slap that made you arch your back.

“Ugh-!”

"You hate me but your pussy's soaking for me" he snickered and removed his fingers all of a sudden, making you whine.

Haechan ignored you and fumbled his belt, quickly pushing his pants down. He's had enough and as much as he's pissed off at you he can't stop himself in admiring you in your current position. You bending sexily on the bed, your pretty needy eyes looking back at him making him groan at the sight.

You're losing your mind, that’s it. All you want is Haechan's dick inside you but you're also anxious that he's gonna deny you some more. As you can see, he still loves teasing you because you're usually the impatient one between the two of you.

Hands back on you he roughly grabbed your hips, pulling your shaky body up against him. You can feel how hard he is on your ass already, grinding slowly against them. You can sense his breath increasing and you’re getting annoyed because you know he won't budge until you beg. screw it..

"Haechan, please fuck me" you moaned airily using the neediest voice you can muster and that snapped something inside him. He almost slipped, getting lost at the floral scent on your skin to notice that he’s getting softer on you.

He hummed and you instantly felt both of his hands cupping your breasts roughly from behind, his lips harshly kissing the juncture of your neck and shoulder blades. He can feel you chuckling lightly, your current situation making you giddy with how you both are still semi-clothed and so needy for each other in this dark, stranger’s room.

Haechan noticed and released you, tugging you shirt impatiently, signalling you to take them off. Once gone along with your bra, you turned to face him, enjoying the sight of him staring appreciatively at your tits. You giggled at his reaction causing your breasts to jiggle, the action that made Haechan look up to you with a puzzling, dark expression full of lust.

He turned you back around and pushed you back to the bed, making you squeak as you crawl on your knees. He sees that you’re trying to take your skirt off so he swatted your hands away.

“Leave them on” he sighed, full of authority.

You paused, the thought of Haechan fucking you on your skirt made you clench. You’ll never be able to wear this again without thinking of him, maybe that's what he wanted? After getting rid of his boxers, he didn’t move immediately as he’s getting distracted by your glistening folds twitching, begging for his cock.

You whimpered, losing patience with all his teasing but you sighed in relief the moment you felt the tip of his length slowly entering you. You thought he's going to be gentle but then you feel him ram himself fully into you, bottoming out, causing you to moan loudly.

You see, Haechan initially planned to be gentle with you, to let you adjust to his size but he again recalls the moments where you pretended that you didn't know him, the way you didn't even look at him. Anger now back on his veins he grips your hips tight, pulling you back to him as he starts his brutal thrusts, grinning at the thought of bruises that are surely gonna be there for days.

"Haechan..oh fuck!" you cried, in a high-pitched whine that Haechan oh so love. You’re trying to stay put but your thighs are already trembling from earlier and the way how hard he is fucking you right now are making them even weaker.

Your peak is coming fast with you being denied earlier and you can feel it’s going to be more intense than the one prior. Every slight touch from him sends sparks to your core, pushing you closer into it. You just hope that Haechan will let you cum this time, him denying you earlier made everything in your senses heightened, your entire body humming with electricity.

Haechan's never been vocal in the bedroom so you were glad to hear his grunts that seemed to be getting louder every time you clench around his cock. He's getting mesmerized at how good you look like this, moaning and gripping tightly on the sheets while he's pounding you from behind.

"..so..fucking..tight..didn't get laid much after me?" he chuckled mockingly and slowed his pace, each thrust emphasizing each word. He moaned deeply when he can feel your slick walls tightening and thrusted even harder allowing him to reach the deepest parts of you making you scream the moment he reached your spot. Your mind's hazy now, couldn't even answer Haechan with how he's picking up his speed.

Your arms finally buckled with the force of thrusts, making you turn your face to the side when you landed on the bed, your breaths are getting faster matching each of Haechan's hard thrusts. He planted his right leg on the bed and grabbed your left arm, binding it behind your back while his other arm grabbed your hips tightly, bringing you closer to the edge.

In this position, you couldn't see him but you can picture Haechan’s current state. His head falling back, mouth hanging open, emitting guttural moans as he’s getting lost at the sensation of your walls.

"I'm gonna cum..ngghh...Haechan.." you gasped, becoming breathless and he faltered on his pace. He snapped his attention down at you, irked eyes now observing your body, waiting for the perfect timing. You should've just kept your mouth shut because now you feel him suddenly pulling out from you, denying you again.

"No! No! Haechan!" you shrieked and sobbed after, your body shaking with how intense your climax was going to be. He couldn't see your face properly at this angle, but he knows you’re close to your breaking point. A smug smile appeared on his face, pleased with his effects on you. He wanted you to remember this, just in case you’ll ignore him again.

"On your back. I want to see your face when you cum" he said with urgency, his own peak also nearing. He’s always been good at holding himself, it’s just that he’s been so hard for a while already. You sniffled and scurry around right away, getting on your back and blatantly opening your legs.

You can finally see Haechan in full glory under the moonlight through the windows. Your eyes landed on his flushed face and the sheen sweat glistening his body. You bit your lower lip when you looked down at his length. It's so hard and red, slightly twitching as he climbed on the bed.

"You're so hot" you mused, eyes fluttering at him and removing your crumpled skirt.

Instead of answering, a lopsided smirk just emerged from his lips as he settled between your legs. You immediately wrapped them around his waist but he slapped your thighs, removing your legs around him, is it because you removed your skirt? You choked a whimper when he just kept staring at you with unreadable eyes.

"H-Haechan.." you whined, arms latching on his shoulders, urging him to fuck you again. He roughly shrugged them off which made you pout, why doesn't he want you to touch him? Your eyes widened when you realized he's waiting. He's waiting for you to say it. Fuck it. It's what your heart truly says anyways.

"I miss you Haechan..I miss your touch, your kisses, your co–" you screamed in pleasure when he suddenly shoved his dick inside you. He didn’t have to let you adjust because of how wet you are already, your slick allowing him enter you easily. Rough snaps of his hips against yours are making your tits jiggle and his hands are instantly on them, kneading them roughly just like his thrusts.

Haechan wants you to feel how angry he is, how hurt he is of you "forgetting" him. He's glad that you can read his expression very well until now and you were right, he was waiting for you to admit it.

He scoffed when your moans are getting louder. Your eyes closing at immense pleasure he's giving you, back arching when he hits that spot inside you.

"Look at you, squeezing my cock.." he moans but he stopped himself from whining.Your pussy's gripping him so hard, so fucking good, still so good for him.

"Open your eyes Kitten" he growled and set his weight on one of his forearms, the other coming right up wrapping around on your throat. Your whine turned into gasps, feeling the pressure of his hand around the base increasing.

"Still my Kitten" he muttered, looking at you darkly as he got lost in his own pleasure. His breath is staggering, matching your loud gasps.

"Always my Kitten, right?!" he seethes with heavy breaths, voice getting raspier as he removes his hand from your neck. You inhaled sharply, struggling to answer him.

"Yes! Yes! Still your Kitten, always your Kitten!" you sobbed so loud as you finally reach your high, Haechan groaning at the sight of you. You can tell that he’s also close, by how his pace is getting sloppier every passing second. You’re still confused as to why he doesn’t let you touch him but you don’t give fuck anymore.

“Shit..” he groaned at how tight you’ve become. Your walls now very sensitive after him continuously pounding on you nonstop, riding out your orgasm. He’s itching to hold you but he persisted. He doesn’t want you touching him because your touches will make his anger go away.

Then he felt your legs closing around his waist again, way tighter this time. He knew you have no intention of letting go so dropped his head down, crashing his lips harshly on yours. You let out a gasp, surprised of his sudden action but you welcomed his rough kisses wholeheartedly.

Haechan's pouring all what he's feeling on you, all the need, the desperation, the apology that he couldn't express through his words. However, you perceived his actions differently, thinking that he must’ve really hated you. Haechan felt something wet against his cheeks, noticing your tears. He's not sure if it's because of how hard he's fucking you or something else.

“In me..Haechan please..” you gasped desperately, wanting to feel everything of him.

"Fuck!" he whined, hips faltering in pace with his guttural moans. Haechan couldn't hold back that much longer and you moaned loudly, pussy throbbing as you feel his cum spilling into you.

Riding out both your highs, you're trying to look up to him despite your exhaustion and impending sleepiness but he didn't even spare you a glance.

Actually, Haechan could tell you were going to say something but just waiting for him to look back at you which he wouldn't.

Not now, not yet.

He wants to savour this moment. He feels satisfied after almost a year of trying, and here you are finally lying beautifully underneath him.

You want to know what he truly feels and you can see through his eyes especially that he is being himself right now like when you were still "together".

"Haechan?"

He closed his eyes and didn't answer you. Instead, he pulled out himself causing you to whine with the empty feeling. He plopped down beside you wordlessly, facing his back at you and you noticed that his breathing was already slowing down.

You sighed, some things never change.

The first thing you noticed is an arm around your waist after you opened your eyes in an unfamiliar room.

Right, Haechan.

You feel him beside you but you didn't dare to look at him when you felt him move. No doubt of what happened, you weren't drunk so you remembered everything.

Fuck.

You decided to look at the person beside you to find him sleeping deeply while facing you. Very adorable and soft looking compared to what he was the night before. You just didn't think that he would cuddle you this morning though so now you're confused.

Wait, he was drunk. That means he won't remember anything that happened. It's perfect since you don't really want to confront him right now. You should've gotten drunk too because you're still not ready to "talk to him" about it.

Haechan knows you're awake. Actually, he planned to wake up before you just in case and it seems that he's right. You really are going to sneak out from him. He felt a pang in his chest at how dismissive you are after last night.

Slowly, you're trying to lift his arm which somehow got tighter on its hold on you.

Fuck, you really need to leave and fast since he seems to be waking up already. You barely managed to succeed prying off his arm when suddenly–

"So, you were a good lay" he said dryly, immediately removing his arm around you.

You suddenly stiffened with the loss of his warmth and you're trying your best to not get affected when his voice is way deeper than usual and still groggy from being asleep.

"Uh I don't remember what happened" you shrugged, trying to make your voice as stable as possible though it came out weak. so much for lying...

"Bullshit, you barely drank cause you hate alcohol anyways" he scoffed, laughing at himself for assuming that there's finally progress seeing as you accepted him last night.

"I thought you were drunk" you snickered, slowly getting off the bed looking for your discarded clothes. Haechan didn't even move an inch, but you can literally feel his burning stare while you're putting your clothes back on.

"I only had a few sips" he counters, propping up to his elbow now and your eyes are looking everywhere aside from him which made Haechan smirked. Shit, what he would give to take you again.

"You still are tipsy, we both are so can you not", you muttered harshly, still not looking at him while dressing up and putting on your ankle boots. Haechan's shamelessly staring at your legs, he can't help that you still look sexy this early in the morning.

"You were gonna sneak out weren't you?" you flinched when his tone seemed hard, full of accusation. You don't know why you feel guilty when you shouldn't. So what if you did plan on sneaking out? The audacity of him when he was being an ass last night.

"Fuck you Haechan" you seethed, masking your nervousness. You know he's trying to delay you, because he wanted to talk about it. Add that his milky chest is in your view that is clearly clouding your mind, stupid blanket coming off..

"That I did to you, ‘y couldn't stop screaming my name" he humorlessly laughed, still hurt at how you're desperately running away from him after everything. Haechan's running out of options hence why he was so relieved last night, thinking that you're finally giving him a second chance.

"What makes you think you have the right to get mad hmm?" you lightly screamed, looking up and staring directly into his eyes. You're being mindful of others who stayed over like you both that are still probably sleeping.

But you don't fucking care now, you don't care anymore.

"I told you–"

"You were the one who dropped me out of nowhere before!" you cried, your emotions now bursting like a geyser. Haechan sighed, hopelessly thinking of how he's going to articulate his words that would not make you even more furious.

"You don't understand," he said flatly, now avoiding your eyes.

"Then make me!", you're heaving with anger right now. He's starting again, he's doing it again. Pushing you away by being vague and it confuses tf out of you. And he's even worse this time, you really thought he’ll change for the better.

Haechan didn't plan it like this, he was supposed to ask you for another chance and make love to you again just like the night before. You both are going to be together again but you just had to remind him the very reason why he did what he did back then.

"Leave Y/N" Haechan stated, voice laced with finality. He leaned back to the bed, facing away from you. Haechan doesn't know why he's suddenly nervous about this topic when eventually, you both have to talk about it.

You don't know what to actually feel right now. Haechan's the only person who can make you feel all emotions at once to the point that you can't even differentiate them anymore.

"No! I want you to continue, you can't just run from this" he wanted to talk? Then you both will talk. But now he's backing out? Like what the actual fuck does he want from you.

"What? You wanna fucking leave, then leave!" he yelled back and you blinked in surprise. Haechan never ever raised his voice at you, let alone yell at you.

As much as you didn't wanna cry in front of him, still looking fucked out in this stranger's room, you still couldn't stop the tears from emerging in your eyes.

Haechan glanced back at you from the side of his shoulder when you didn't answer him and his expression softened when he saw you on the verge of tears.

You started crying. You're literally crying and he didn't even move from the bed but at least you saw how his features changed into worry, at least.

Haechan was going to get up and comfort you, he was going to–

"What's the point? It's not like we were actually together anyways" you whispered, but Haechan blanched, pausing on his movements when he noticed the emptiness of your voice. Haechan’s even more hurt now, to hear those exact words from you.

And instead of soothing you he decided to ignite the fire by picking the part of your relationship where you have been the most insecure about.

“Right, you were just a part of my quests"

His words sting. It fucking stings that you didn’t realize the loud sob that came out from your mouth. He’s your first love after all, first in everything. He’s not just some random guy you had a quick relationship with. What you both had might not be official but you know you loved each other.

Haechan refused to look at you because you’ve always been his weakness. Now he’s only focusing on getting dressed to get the fuck out here immediately and he doesn’t know if he still wants to keep trying. Clearly, you don’t want him anymore but you still confuse him with your pained expressions so he doesn’t know what to think anymore.

You’re losing him, you know you’re losing him and despite the sharp words he just said you can’t deny that you still love him. You hate how you’re willing to stoop this low for him.

After checking his phone, Haechan hurriedly dressed up and passed right through you but your desperate plea stopped him, for a bit.

“Wait!” you yelped quietly, voice lace in panic but then he continued walking away, not even looking back at you.

He just...did last night even mean anything to him?

Haechan’s being a dick, he knows he is but his heart’s racing as well for not being in control of the situation. He should’ve been prepared but he needs to get away for now, he needs a break to plan his next move or does he have to though? He ruined his chances again.

You don’t know how long you’ve been crying silently in that bedroom but you know the owner’s going to wake up soon so you need to leave before anyone sees you in this state. You also just realized that you didn't have your panties on but you're a mess so you didn't give a fuck when you couldn't find it in the room or in the hallway.

Haechan must’ve had it..

But you can’t see him again..

Not anymore..

You’re just tired with everything, physically and mentally and you just want to forget Haechan for now because you’re close to going back again, back to how you were when he left you.

Will you be able to avoid him next time though?

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thatredheadwriter · 11 months ago

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New Suit

frankie morales x reader [3.3k]

Frankie needs a confidence boost after trying on clothes {I’ve certainly been there). You’re more than happy to help.

This is an NSFW oneshot for female reader with Frankie Morales of Triple Frontier. This work contains smut and mature language and should not be read by those under 18. As a writer, I will attempt to make accurate warnings for each of my fics, however, I cannot guarantee that I will identify each and every sensitive topic. My works regularly contain swearing, allusions to/mentions of sex, and canon-level violence.

Content Includes (but is not limited to):

pet names (baby, pup, etc)

body insecurity (Frankie, not reader)

f!dom

m!sub

teasing

lots of dirty talk

oral (m receiving)

Frankie pulls a brat card

hair pulling

hickeys/marking

stoplight system/scene check-in

thigh riding

saying nice things about your partner during sex (I guess this counts as praise?)

unprotected PIV sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy)

riding (receiver on top) position

allusions to the elusive A-spot

aftercare (that goes both ways!)

Please read at your own discretion and remember to consume your fanfiction responsibly.

“I look like an idiot!” Frankie calls from the bathroom, amongst a string of curses and odd noises you hope to god aren’t the destruction of anything too expensive.

“I know that’s not true. Do you want my help?” you start to rise from your spot on the bed but a quick, grumpy ‘no’ glues you to your spot.

Frankie Morales loves his friends. He’d do anything for them. Apparently, that includes wearing a suit, which is the one thing he’s been dreading like hell since Will asked him to be in the wedding party.

As curious as you are to see your diamond in the rough a little polished up, you haven’t enjoyed the anxiety the fitting process has caused him. It was Emily’s idea to use an online service, she knew there was no chance in hell to get all the guys in a tailor shop at one time.

“You can’t laugh, okay?” Frankie says from somewhere just his side of the door.

“Baby, I promise I won’t laugh.”

Frankie emerges from the bathroom looking like a kicked puppy, head hung low. It doesn’t match the sight before you.

A white button-down stretched across his chest serves as the perfect base for the dark blue suit that covers the rest of him. The crisp lines and structure of the jacket highlight all your favorite things about his physicality–the height, his broad shoulders, the little belly he despises that you absolutely love.

The pants are even better. While you can tell the waistband is a little snug, his thighs are skimmed just right in a way that makes you drool. You just know that if he turned a little you’d be treated to the sight of his ass draped in the same gorgeous fabric.

“How bad is it?”

Frankie’s question shocks you from your daze and you look at him like he’s grown a third head.

“Ex-fucking-scuse me, but I really don’t know what you’re talking about,” you unfold yourself from the bed as your partner starts to protest. “You look fine. Better than fine, actually. Baby you look fine.

“I’m not…don’t say that just to make me feel better.”

Frankie doesn’t want your words? Fine. You’ll just show him how you feel.

He hasn’t met your eyes since he stepped out of the bathroom with that damned suit on. And he doesn’t. Until you take his jacket lapels in your fists and use the grip to pull his body against yours.

“Look at me, baby,” you purr, looking up at him through your eyelashes. He meets your gaze with a mix of confusion and self-loathing. “You look absolutely stunning in that suit. And if it wasn’t a rental, I’d tell you to leave it on for what I’m about to do next.”

You steer him back towards the bed, your favorite man instantly turned to putty in your hands.

“What are you going to do?”

A wicked smirk curls across your face as you sink to your knees in front of him. “I’m going to remind you just how fucking gorgeous you are.” You don’t miss the way his nostrils flare when your rub your nose along the line of his thigh, dangerously close to the growing bulge just a few inches away. “Is that okay with you?”

“Fuck, yes,” Frankie grunts above you, hands balled in fists at his side.

“The blue really suits you, Frankie. Pardon the pun.” Your fingers trace absent patterns from the sides of his thigh to the edge of his waistband where his tummy presses against the fabric. “Such a shame to take it off, but if you really hate this suit there’s no point in buying it.”

“Nope.” There’s a tension to his voice, and his knuckles have gone white at his side. The amount of power, the amount of restraint before you, it has you dripping into your jeans.

“Strip then,” you order, sitting back on your heels.

It’s an excellent view as he slides the jacket down his arms, tugging a little harder as it gets caught on his biceps. His deft fingers make quick work of the pants. He unbuttons and zips them and in one quick motion you nearly miss they’re in a crumpled pile in the corner of the room.

You’re torn on where to look. On one hand, Frankie’s impressive cock is just inches away from your face, barely contained by the charcoal gray boxer briefs that are sporting the tiniest spot of precum. But above you is the embodiment of delayed gratification. You watch as pearl colored buttons are undone one at a time by fingers so large yet so nimble. Each one reveals more and more of his broad chest. Until finally it falls open to the trail of hair that disappears into the waistband of his boxers.

He tugs on the sleeves a couple times each before tossing it in a ball to join the jacket and trousers. His thumbs just hook into the waistband of his underwear when you stop him, hands over his.

“Allow me, baby,” you grin, saccharine sweet and deadly.

Slowly, like you’re taking apart a bomb, you slip an index finger into each side of his waistband before hooking your fingers and tugging ever so gently. The hiss of breath above you is telling of Frankie’s patience, and you look up at him with your most innocent pout.

“Don’t want to damage the merchandise.”

Once his impressive cock springs free, you tug them the rest of the way down and pull gently until Frankie’s stepped out of them. They unceremoniously join the growing pile of clothes.

“Such a handsome cock,” you say to no one in particular. Your hand slips around the base of him and he lets out half a sigh.

You can feel his eyes on you as you lean in slow and kiss the tip. You kiss him again, and again. But that first lick, oh it gets him every time. Just a small thing right under the tip, but it has his head dropped back and his ears turning bright red.

There’s no hurry in the way you enjoy Frankie’s cock. Whenever he takes control, which is more often than you do, you don’t get to take your time with him like this. To really relish every little catch of breath and muffled curse coming from above you. Slowly you begin to work him into your mouth—taking part of him, and then more.

When you bottom out at the base of his cock, nose pressed to his pelvis, a strangled moan leaves his throat. Almost involuntarily his fingers begin to card through your hair, scratching at your scalp in the way that sends tingles down your spine. You pull off almost immediately, an obscene amount of saliva dripping down your chin and off his cock.

“Ah, ah,” your hands slip up over his wrists and tug them away from your head and pin them gently to the bed by his thighs. “Did I say you could touch?”

“You’re killing me, pup,” Franke grits his teeth above you.

Your voice and gaze are sharp, “Hands off or I stop. Tell me who runs this show, flyboy?” While you wait for his response, your hand returns to his throbbing cock where you stroke him almost absentmindedly, if it weren’t for the way you were absolutely torturing him. Meanwhile, your eyes stayed fixed on his, a teacher waiting on the answer of her pupil.

“You. Fuck, you’re in charge,” he snarls behind gritted teeth.

That earns him a smile. He’s being so good after all.

In bed, Frankie usually takes and gives what he wants, and you’re happy to let him. But in times like these, both of you know who needs to take the reigns.

“Sit back on the bed for me, Francisco.” Your hand slows to a stop and you stand from the floor. “I want to show you something.

He does as you ask without hesitation and watches enraptured as you strip off your saliva spotted t-shirt and shimmy out of your jeans. His cock stands proudly at attention, glistening in the early afternoon light as he takes in your lace clad form.

It’s not a fancy set, a cotton bralette and matching thong. However it just so happens to be his favorite. You had a feeling suit fitting would at least warrant a little treat.

But Frankie doesn’t get to enjoy it all yet.

“Do you want to see me cum?”

You’re facing the wall, and from the mirror in the corner you see the way his cock twitches at the thought. A low groan rumbles from his chest as he fights the urge to relieve himself in the slightest and instead answers with a breathy, “Yes.”

“Francisco, do you deserve to see me come?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.”

His words hit you like cold water, and you turn with fire in your eyes.

Slowly and deliberately you come to stand before him before straddling one of his thighs and lowering yourself down. Your eyes stay locked with his the entire time.

In a quick move--that you learned from him--your hand jets up his back to grab a fistful of luscious curls. Using the leverage you yank his head back, exposing the column of his neck and earning yourself a needy whine from the large man beneath you.

“No, you fucking don’t,” you whisper in his ear. And then you’re devouring him, holding him in place by the thinnest tether. Your lips and teeth move down the prominent muscles and tendons of his neck, memorizing every groan and whimper along the way until you’re nipping at his collarbone and you feel precum start to drip on your thigh.

When you finally pull away, the both of you are panting, and need wells deep within his eyes.

“Color?” you breathe, dropping the persona for just a moment and releasing your hold on his hair to sweep a stray curl away from his brow.

“Green.”

You give him a soft smile and a deeper kiss than you intended before pushing him away, hands flat on his chest. From there they travel, caressing down his arms until you find his wrists. From thumb to middle finger, your hand doesn’t even come close to reaching.

Frankie watches silently as you guide his wrists behind him, a stifled moan when your tits press against him. You settle them behind his ass.

“Leave them there or I’ll get the cuffs.”

You kiss him again, and allow yourself to get lost in the usual rhythm of Frankie. Your hands find purchase on his shoulders as you begin to move your body against his, moving your clothed cunt against his thigh.

“Do you want to know how this is going to work, baby?” you croon lowly, just for the two of you to hear.

He nods silently, brow knit with the effort it’s taking him to keep his hands where they are without restraints.

“I’m going to hump your gorgeous fucking thigh here,” you giggle when he blushes ever so slightly, “And say all sorts of lovely things about you.”

“Yeah?”

The word is dripping in lust.

“Yes, baby. I’m gonna cum all over your thigh. And if you’re a good boy for me, I’m going to ride that pretty cock of yours until you fill me up, just like you like.”

“Shit.”

Despite the way you’re rocking your hips against him, you have to focus on your purpose with this exercise.

One of your hands slips its way back up into the base of Frankie’s thick hair. You run your fingers through his curls.

“I love these curls, you know. They drive me wild. You drive me wild, the way you’re always wearing that damn hat.”

His eyes are transfixed on the place where your core is rubbing against him, mouth parted as his breath comes in heavy pants.

“You’ve got this gray coming in, just here,” your other hand snakes up Frankie’s torso, cradling his tense jaw in your palm. “It makes you even sexier, you know. Eventually you’ll be my silver fox.”

Underneath you, Frankie harrumphs and looks away, but you’re quick to redirect his attention when you grab his chin.

“Uh-uh, baby, let me see those pretty eyes. I need you to hear me,” you tap the side of his face with your fingers, and grin wildly at the way he bares his teeth.

“God, this perfect fucking thigh. I could do this for ages. Get to watch you lose your mind while I use you like a toy.”

The hand around his back makes its way around to rest on the small swell of his belly. “This little belly you hate so much, I go feral for it. Love seeing you get soft for me. No one knows how deep you fuck me into the mattress at night.”

A familiar sensation is building at the base of your spine, and you bite back a moan that threatens to escape.

“Your friends are so lucky to have you. You’re brave, loyal, kind.” You nearly lose your rythm at the look of absolute anguish on Frankie’s face, but then your clit catches fabric and muscle just right, making your hips stutter as you cry out.

“You’re so strong and powerful and so fucking gentle,” you ramble, racing towards your high. “Fuck, Frankie. You can touch me. Hands on my hips, baby. I need to feel you.”

Frankie doesn’t need to be told twice. You can see the instant relief when his hands land on your heated skin, his forehead coming to press against yours.

“You-you’re a good man, Frankie. I mean that. You deserve so, so much,” you pant. When your eyes find his face again you notice a single tear has escaped down the side of his cheek.

“And I’m gonna cum for you.”

His hands help guide you through it, helping you stay balanced even as your toes curl and your fingernails dig into the meat of his shoulders. And when you’re finished, he waits for you to call the next move as you catch your breath.

“Good fucking boy,” you praise, reaching for his hand. Entwining your fingers, you bring his wrist to your mouth so you can kiss and bite at the pulse point there. “The best, my Francisco.”

WIth one last nip, you stand on shaky legs and push Frankie back onto the mattress. He knows what’s coming—and so does his cock. Poor thing is practically purple, dripping precum left and right.

He repositions himself up the bed, sitting up on his elbows to watch as you strip off your soaked thong and bralette. His tongue traces his lip and you know he’s just dying to get his mouth on your chest.

“You ready for me?” you ask as you swing your leg over him, settling over his delightfully plush belly. He doesn’t answer at first, too enamored by the swell of your breasts right in his line of sight. “You can touch ‘em once you’re inside me, sweetheart.” You chuckle at his distraction.

“Fuck, I’m ready.”

You lift yourself up and hover for a moment as you line his aching shaft up with your cunt. There’s plenty of slick leftover from your orgasm, but it’s still a tight fit as you sink on top of him. Twin moans fill the room as you’re slowly filled to the hilt.

“Shit, pup, you’re so tight,” his face is pinched in concentration as he tries not to rut into you right away.

“Shhhh, shhhh,” you rub a hand down his chest, chuckling only a little when he settles one hand on your tit and the other on your hip. “You’re doin’ so good for me, baby. That’s my boy.”

A few deep breaths in and out and you finally begin to roll your hips. Grinding at first until you find your rythm, then you start to really ride him, pushing yourself up and down on his aching shaft.

You’ll have bruises tomorrow the way Frankie’s gripping you, but you always do. Not that you’d ever mind. He sits up a little so he can suck a nipple into his mouth. Frankie’s always thorough, he takes his time lavishing each side with tongue and teeth. By the time he’s had his fill of your tits, both of you are so close to that carnal precipice you can nearly taste it.

You feel everything start to tighten with the promise of your orgasm and suddenly it’s a lot harder to keep a steady pace. Planting your hands firmly on Frankie’s chest, you lean down just the slightest bit and growl, “Why don’t you help me a little here, big boy?”

That’s all it takes. You’re still in control, but Frankie is eager to please and he knows exactly what you—and he—want. Finally allowed to chase his pleasure, and actively contribute to yours, you’re ready when he plants his heels on the bed and begins thrusting up into you so hard you’re bouncing from the force of it alone.

He’s practically incoherent beneath you. Declarations of love and strings of endearment are cut off by primal sounds as he determinedly fucks you to your high. At this angle, the friction of his skin against your clit is just enough to push you over that edge, and when he hits a spot you’ve never felt before you think you’re going to explode with pleasure.

“Fuck, Frankie, don’t stop! Right there!” Your eyes are screwed tight and you’re not hardly recovered from your second orgasm when he finds the spot again. And again and again. Until you collapse sobbing onto Frankie’s chest in one of the most intense orgasms of your life as he ruts up into you two, three more times before he cums deep and hot inside of you.

“Shit, pup, are you alright?” He’s careful as he sits up, unsure of what just happened other than that you’ve gone completely boneless on top of him.

You’re trying to move but it’s like your nervous system is still rebooting.

“I’m fine, just need a sec,” you try to laugh but it comes out more of a breathy chuckle. It’s not too long before you can sit up again. When you do, Frankie’s eyes are studying you with deep concern.

“You good?”

“I’m good, Frankie. I think you just learned a new trick.”

The two of you soon realize that the bed is wet. Your eyes meet Frankie’s and the two of you dissolve into a fit of giggles.

“Go start the shower,” you kiss him deeply, “I’ll change the sheets.”

He holds you long enough to press a chaste kiss to your forehead. As chaste as a kiss can be when his half-hard cock is still inside you.

You part from him with a groan and begin your task--not without sneaking a peak at his wide, tight ass--as Frankie struts off to the bathroom.

You hold him from behind, cheek pressed between his shoulder blades as the water cascades down the front of him.

“How was it?” you murmur into the cool skin of his back.

“Mi tesoro, it was everything. Thank you.”

“I didn’t go too far?”

Frankie breaks free of your hold and turns to face you, one hand falling to rub a familiar pattern on your hip, the other cradling your jaw.

“Never, pup. I loved every minute of it. And you.” He seals his words with a kiss that has your hands slipping up to hook around his neck, afraid he’ll pull away before you’re properly drunk on him.

You’re breathless when he breaks away, tugging at your lower lip between his teeth as you part. A wicked smirk pulls at his lips.

“And I’m keeping the suit.”

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jessilynallendilla · 24 days ago

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Too Heavy, Too Light (T)

Moving halfway across the country a year ago was meant to be refreshing. Getting away from the dramatics of his family and his ex-wife to start over in New Orleans and open his toy store was meant to bring hope and the chance for a kinder life for him and his daughter. He should have expected his peace wouldn't last.

My Daughter’s Nanny Was A Serial Killer (EX)

Lucifer is exhausted. He had been so rich, had everything he could ever want, until Lilith took everything in the divorce, including embezzling from his father's company and leaving him to hold the bag. All he had was the manor in his family's name, and their three year old daughter, Charlie. Everyone abandoned him, he lost all his staff, his friends, and his family even believed her lies... Until he met Alastor. Alastor had just been bought out, a man he had thought was a friend had betrayed him, bought his radio station, fired him...he was homeless, living out of his car. That didn't stop him from pursuing his hobbies of course! He hunted down child predators and those who preyed on the weak and defenseless and made them weak and defenseless. They would never hurt another child, another vulnerable person... But he would need a more stable job soon... Until he had a witness for his latest murder...a little girl with a bright smile and big blue eyes. And an entirely too attractive father. And now he was a nanny. And the father was still entirely too attractive.

Fall For Me (T)

He first spotted him right as the pathway turned into a boardwalk over the water. Alastor’s heart skipped a beat before he really even realized why. The man looked like an angel with the way the sunlight hit his platinum hair through the trees, lighting up like a halo. He looked so familiar, yet Alastor was certain he’d never seen the man in his life. He would have remembered someone so beautiful, so… ethereal. It was the only word that even began to describe him. Wherein a podcaster and an artist meet in New Orleans, an angel seeks vengeance, and a Queen looking for answers finds a couple of someones she thought she lost almost forty years ago...

For the World (NR COMIC) SERIES

Unable to find his mother's killers, Alastor tries a last resort.

Angel or Demon (M)

Alastor wasn't always a Demon, wasn't always filled with this chaotic rage. In life he felt he was helping people, killing the sickest and demented filth of the world. Upon death he enters Purgatory, but then ascends through the forgiveness of one in heaven and one on earth. He resides in Heaven with his mother, until he unknowingly makes contact with evil itself. Once casted down, another extends her hand. And he becomes a host for her daughters hotel. The King of Hell doesn't trust him until he gets to know him.

You’re So Bright In My Eyes (EX)

Alastor makes a deal with Queen Lilith Morningstar in order to secure a future for himself and his mama. His wishes will all be granted, and in exchange, he only needs to keep the King of Gehenna entertained for one year. Should be a piece of cake. Right?

Marked As Present (M 2,677) SERIES

It’d been a long time since Lucifer spent any amount of time with other people. He was okay, he was adjusting, these things took time, right? Just because he eventually hit his fill of social interactions on a daily basis and had to flee back to his rooms for a little ‘quiet time’ didn’t mean he was broken or anything, lots of people had issues, that’s what this whole damn hotel was all about.

Lucid Dreams of New Orleans (T 58,531) SERIES

Lucifer has always kept his distance from sinners. It's what keeps him (relatively) sane — if he gets too close, he is haunted by visions of the tragic mortal lives that landed them in Hell. But in his new life at the Hotel, it is more difficult than ever to stay away — and when it comes to light that his daughter's insufferable facilities manager is gravely wounded, it falls to Lucifer to deliver his soul from Death. In so doing, he falls headfirst into the sins, past lives, and heartbreaks of the one human whose contradictions he is powerless to resist.

A Family Forged In Hellfire (T)

Lucifer should have known Heaven would never let him keep the home he had managed to carve out of Hell. He should have known they would never let him keep his daughter. After Charlie's birth, Heaven makes the decision that a half-angel shouldn't have to bear growing up in Hell. Instead, she is to be sent to Earth and fostered by a human. Adam is placed in charge of deciding who that human should be, and as retaliation against Lucifer and Lilith, choses the worst possible candidate. Who could make for a worse father than a serial killer, after all?

Upon Death You Are Mine (EX 46,077) SERIES

His unit massacred, his radio destroyed, and his body broken and bloody, Alastor makes a desperate decision to summon the devil and strike a deal to save his own life- not for his sake, but for his dear mother's. On one hand, it works. On the other, the devil is not what he was expecting, and Lucifer has evidently decided not to wait for him to die to start interfering in his life. Lucifer intends to enjoy every second of it.

Date With The Devil (M)

Growing up, Alastor never fully followed the stories of the Bible. He was taught all about it and its teachings by his mother, but the stories of the fallen angel never made full sense to him. He was curious of what really happened, curious of what Lucifer was like. Praying wasn't a thing for him either, as his prayers fell on deaf ears when he really needed a savior. His last prayer was for hell to burn the soul of the one who had hurt him and his mother so much. One day he comes across a group of men in cloaks and watches their summoning of the devil himself and becomes enchanted by the sight that appears before him. Wanting to put his curiosities to rest and to also use it as an opportunity to write a novel for his radio show, he decides to summon him himself. A deal is made. But not everyone is happy with the friendship that could only grow.....and can not be forgotten even in death.....

Of Saints And Sinners (T)

After destroying the hotel for the umpteenth time, Alastor makes a promise with Lucifer: in exchange for swapping compliments, learning to coexist, and becoming kind of friends, Lucifer will owe him a favour. (Falling in love was not supposed to be a part of that deal.) — in which they fight heaven, each other, and the urge to be together.

Biting Into Apples And Blood (EX) SERIES

Alastor is over living. With his mother recently passing away and the townsfolk taking everything from him, he decided it was time to end his life, but he’s never been one to go easily. Wanting to sacrifice his soul, he calls Lucifer to make a deal, but instead the King of Hell offers him an Apple of Eden in exchange to never seek him again. Unfortunately, the apple offers Alastor an insight into his future — or more like his afterlife. Determined to make his visions real, he begins his life as a serial killer known in New Orleans as the Radio Demon. Eventually, the cries of his victims accidentally call someone who makes him an offer Alastor can’t refuse. Once in Hell, he finds himself at the Hazbin Hotel helping the daughter of Luicfer with her project — an excuse to once again be near the man he dreamed of for decades. Would his visions from the apple come true or would his mysterious chained shadows stop him?

Strange Appetites (EX) SERIES

Alastor's been in something of a slump. He's in a job he theoretically loves working under a man he hates, his only real friendship is with a woman who doesn't really know him and who he doesn't want to know him, and he hasn't found it in himself to kill anyone in over a year. Then, one Wednesday, a new man and his daughter blow into town, and Alastor's life will never be the same again. He hopes.

A Little Bit Heavenly, A Little Bit Sick (M)

After battling Heaven's angels, things have seemed to only get worse for the king of hell. He had hoped that joining his daughter's cause would help cure the ache in his heart, but it wasn't nearly as easy as it sounded. He still felt just as hopeless as ever. Meanwhile, Alastor's patience was wearing thinner by the day, yearning for power... and desperate to escape Lucifer's forgotten bonds that prevented him from having it.

Let’s Make A Deal (M 274,095) SERIES

It all started with a single sentence from the King of Hell himself; "Make a deal with me." To protect Charlie, Lucifer knew he needed to stop acting like the King of Hell and actually be it. Though several thousand years out of the social network tends to make someone rather inept at even the most casual of conversations. If there is one thing the Radio Demon is good at, it's manipulating and reading people. Lucifer figured he could probably use that. What's one deal? They're not betting souls here.

The Wicked Witch Doctor (EX)

Alastor is a witch, and in a world where witches are no longer welcome, that's...not the greatest thing to be. But Alastor's life is going fine, until a stranger shows up in his life.

The Devil’s Gift (EX)

Alastor meets Lucifer 2 years before his 7-year long sabbatical, and they engage in a drunken, mistaken night of passion. What Alastor didn’t expect was to meet Lucifer again after said sabbatical, who vaguely remembers the Radio Demon and nothing of their midnight foray. Of course he didn’t know a thing about their child. Alastor would like to keep it that way. If only the fallen angel could stop caring about them so much, things would be much easier.

Can I Interest You In Some Holy Suffering? (T 65,216) SERIES

In the aftermath of the Extermination Day that wasn’t, Alastor and Lucifer are both suffering for different yet tangentially related reasons. By some unholy miracle, they find unlikely support within each other. Or something like support, considering Alastor is convinced that Lucifer is trying to kill him. Meanwhile, the Devil himself is slowly losing his mind over his growing attraction to the psychotic, cannibalistic, deer who has taken to dogging his steps.

Be It Ever So Humble (M 2,612) SERIES

Overlords hold territory like vampires, selfishly guarding their land. In return, their territory gives them power as they exert their influence. Vox's employees slowly began to take on neon blue hues. Cannibal Town was perpetually stuck in the Edwardian era. Alastor, though a powerful Overlord in his own right, never had territory of his own. Or did he? After the victory against the angels, the Hazbin Hotel starts changing...

A Terrible Beauty (EX 15,512) SERIES

The first time he meets the devil, Alastor is twenty-one years old. It is not the last time, though it does set the course for everything that follows. It is where it all begins.

Lie With My Bones (EX 94,342) SERIES

Alastor's hands trembled as he poured another drink, memories flooding his mind. Lucifer's touch, once unsettling, now sent electricity through his veins. The devil's praise made his heart soar, and even Lucifer's terrible puns brought a genuine smile to his face. "This can't be happening," he whispered to the empty room. "I can't feel this way. I'm not capable of... of..." But the truth was undeniable. Every racing heartbeat, every longing glance, every sleepless night spent replaying their encounters – it all pointed to one terrifying conclusion. "Oh no," Alastor breathed, the realisition hitting him like a physical blow. He was hopelessly, terrifyingly attracted to the King of Hell himself. And Lucifer, damn him, probably knew it all along. Or In the streets of New Orleans, Alastor's ascent from poverty to radio stardom leaves a trail of blood and chaos. His chance encounter with Lucifer as a child setting him on a path of obsession that spans decades. As Alastor's fame grows, so does his desperate need for Lucifer's attention and approval. But in a game of love, manipulation, and misunderstanding, who was ever going to be the winner?

Loml (EX)

“Why him?” Lucifer crosses his arms over his stomach, hands clasping onto opposite elbows; a simulation of the hug he so desperately needs. There’s a lot he can say here. Like how Alastor makes his hopeless heart flutter with the belief that maybe dreams are still possible; that Alastor makes him feel something, anything, everything all at once, and it is as heavenly as it is torturous. But all he can manage, in a voice so small he can scarcely believe it's his own, is, “He makes me laugh.”

Something In Me Understood (EX 32198)

“I suppose, since I’m already here, that I may as well look for something new to read,” Alastor offers, looking around at the various cards hanging off the shelves denoting sections of Mystery and Drama interspersed with the letters of the alphabet for organization. “This place is quite expansive, I’m sure I won’t have any trouble finding something that might suit me.” “Something new?” Luci repeats with a hum, poking his head out from around the corner of the wall. His grin is broad and his eyes are narrowed in delight. “Or something novel?” Alastor snorts before he can stop it, throwing a hand in front of his face and looking away as if he could take back the sound by obscuring his face. He hears Luci’s laugh, delighted at having gotten a reaction to such a lame pun. Alastor would have to tuck that one away for himself, already thinking of the groans of his coworkers once he gets a chance to repeat it.

The Poison Of God (M)

“Lucifer was his name in Perdition. In Heaven, he is Samael” A soldier of Heaven, plagued by dreams of fire and pledged to die for his realm, a virtuous angel with a past known to all but himself. A plan to save the wretched souls of Hell, conjured by a princess with a reputation for failure, her hopes of stopping the senseless killing of her people all resting on one day’s shoulders. As deadly secrets hidden below every surface threaten to bubble over, tensions rise in Heaven and Hell alike and only one side can win.

Ruination Of Lucifer (EX)

Charlie Morningstar, ever the ray of sunshine, asks Alastor to find out what's going on with Lucifer. Alastor takes to the task with gusto. Lucifer hates every second of it.

Throw Me In The Deep End (T)

For reasons known only to her, Lilith leaves Lucifer and, to keep him from having Charlie, abandons her in the middle of the Louisiana bayou. Who should find her but one deeply annoyed serial killer finishing dumping a body? Unable to leave a crying little girl to the alligators but equally unwilling to risk his secret being found out, Alastor takes her home and enlists Rosie's help to raise her. A frantic Lucifer spends years searching for his daughter, refusing to believe that she had been swallowed by the bayou the night his wife left him. Could the young woman staring at him really be her, or is his mind playing tricks on him?

Bedtime Rituals To Try Out Before The Next Angelic War (T 43,929)

He hadn’t even managed to put on shoes when Charlie’s loud, desolated groan at the other end of the hotel had made him rush out of his room, and his slippers and the hems of his pyjama bottoms were slowly getting soaked through. Why the fuck had he even bothered to change? He loved Charlie (see constants no. 1-4), but even he had to admit his current discomfort was solely the result of the list of healthy bedtime rituals she’d organised for him when, allegedly, the bags under his eyes had started developing a gravitational pull. In which Lucifer has insomnia, the hotel is moderately alive, and Alastor is in over his head.

Do You Want To Know? (M) SERIES

The king of hell and the radio demon hate each other. Or, at least, they used to. But when hate turns to tolerance and tolerance turns to interest, the two begin on a path of morality and vengeance that they never expected to take.

Smile Just For Me (T 1,174)

Lucifer meets a charming radio host at a bar and boy do things get out of hand.

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