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I spent soooooo much money on clothes today and it's stressing me out but I was desperately in need of pants
#I have the money I just hate spending money#but I have finally accepted that none of my pants fit me and I can't wear leggings or sweatpants every day#the good news is that baggy wide-legged jeans are in style right now#and they are truly the most comfortable of jeans#so I will be wearing jeans again for the first time in literal years
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20 degrees celsius on october 30th.... :(
#ray speaks#too damn warm for this time of year!!!!! when i was a kid we often had to wear winter coats with our halloween costumes#we often got the first snow of the year around this time#sure we had some warmer days but 20 degrees???? that's t-shirt and jeans weather. that's not late october weather#also the temperature has been varying so wildly like just 2 days ago it was freezing. literally freezing. 0 degrees.#and yesterday it was like 10 degrees and now suddenly it's 20. how. why. augh#a couple weeks ago i went out on a beautiful day when it was 18 degrees and i thought it'd probably be the last warm day of the year#and now it's 20 degrees again. it's not right
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fontana di trevi | 01
you seek out a vampire to help you with something.
pairing:Â vampire!jk x sadgirl, blood donor!reader
genre: vampire au, angst, fluff (really a sadgirl fic lol)
word count:Â 7.6k
warnings: blood, needles, talking about how you euthanize cows and such? suicidal thoughts (not graphic or elaborated? very straightforward?)
rating:Â NC-17 â Adults Only
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part 1/2
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Š between takes is copyright jeonstudios. this fic can not be modified, re-posted, or translated without my permission.
Itâs a freezing cold December night when you step into the dark alleyway, your thighs having gone numb under your jeans a while ago. The sun set hours ago, and the only light present is that of a few scattered streetlights.Â
Your pulse quickens as you take another cautious step. Something moves further in, where the light barely reaches, and since thereâs no snow yet, you hear the slight crunch of frozen fall leaves under⌠footsteps. From the dark, a tall figure approaches slowly in a way that would have anyoneâs blood chilling.
âI have a proposition,â you state, trying to stand somewhat tall.
"A proposition?â a low voice inquires, and you have to tilt your head up to look at the face that emerges from the shadows. âIâll fuck you, but Iâm not turning you for sex.â
âThatâs not whatâI donât want sex or to be turned.â
He directs his full attention to you, and in turn, you get a better glimpse of his features. He looks like a man; incredibly handsome with jet black hair, eyebrows, and eyes, but his skin is paler than anything youâve seen, and thereâs the tiniest smudge of something red tinting the corner of his mouth. Though his eyebrow is raised, he doesnât look very entertained.
âYou can have my blood. All of it, if you just take it quickly.â
He lifts his hand to slowly wipe the red from his face. The outfit he wearsâa black leather jacket and black pantsâlooks human but is definitely too cold to wear this time of year.
âWhat makes you think I wouldnât simply take it if I wanted to? Why would I need your permission?â
âIâm just saying. Take it if you want it?â
He looks at you, seemingly at least a little intrigued by the odd human in front of him. You definitely understand that most people run the other way at the sight of this big, intimidating being.Â
âYou realize âall of itâ means youâll be dead, right?â
You nod. âDo we have a deal?â
âRegardless of if I wanted to or not, I literally just⌠ate, so I physically canât. Not for another week or so.â
You feel your shoulders drop slightly, and you blink, trying to improvise a plan.
âOkay, well⌠Do you want to meet here in a week, then?â
At that, he tilts his head. âYou want to die here, in a dirty alleyway?â
âI donât care. So yes or no?â
âIf you want me to do this, give me something in return first, okay?â
You look at him in confusion. âYouâre getting my blood?â
âWho's to say your blood is even good?â
Trying not to let his words discourage you, you look around, thinking. Maybe you shouldâve played harder to get? At least in the sense of giving him a hunt? You donât want to waste any time, but he might not be your best option.Â
âFine, do you know if there are other vampires around here? How do I find them?â
It took you three weeks to even find this one, and maybe it was more luck than anything, so setting off on another search doesnât sound too exciting. These creatures really do live in the shadows.
âNo, listen. Whether your blood is delicious or not, it would certainly be helpful to have it. ButâŚâ
âBut?â
âLet me stock up on it first. Meet me at my place and let me take some every week for two months and then Iâll take the rest.â
You look around again, unsure if you should just try to find someone else. Two months is not ideal; itâs too long, and youâre sure you could manage to find someone else in the meantime.Â
The vampire senses your hesitation and takes a step closer.
âYou want it to be quick, which means youâre scared of pain. People around here, my kind, tend to drag it out. Pain and fear equal adrenalin, which gives the blood a certain⌠flavor that some enjoy. Agree to my compromise, and Iâll make it quick and practically painless.â
He gives you the smallest of smiles, barely a hint of one, but it feels wicked and makes a cold shiver run down your spine. You know heâs not trustworthy, but heâs getting a lot out of the deal, and you have nothing to lose, really.
âOkay. Whatâs the address?â
In the middle of the day a week later, you find yourself in front of a big two-story house. Itâs nice, looks pretty expensive but⌠like a regular house? Itâs painted white and definitely not blood-red or even black. Aligning more with your expectations is how the house is partially obscured from the road by huge, towering spruces and how it seems to lie just a little bit further from the neighboring houses. Thereâs a thin layer of snow on the ground now, but youâre not sure whether itâll stick.
After confirming that no, there is no door bell, you lift your fist to knock on the door. Vampires have crazy good hearing anyway, right? Youâd assume so, given the fact that theyâre always portrayed as super fast, super strong, super⌠attractive, and with super hearing, super vision, just⌠super all around. The mythical creatures donât officially exist to the world, but in your little town, everyone knows they do. And they do. You found one. So if they drink blood and are super attractiveâat least this oneâitâs not too weird to assume thereâs more truth to their pop-culture portrayal.Â
You can see how the townâs vampire believers and enthusiasts shake their heads in disappointment at your relative indifference, but truth be told, youâd probably be more curious about the vampire whose home youâre about to step into if the situation was different. Or maybe youâd have some self-preservation and run the other way?
The door opens almost soundlessly, and when you look up, you meet those black, bottomless eyes. It really is his color, you think, your gaze drawn to the short-sleeve, black button-down heâs wearing, the top three buttons or so left undone. With it, heâs wearing black pants on the looser side. He looks incredibly handsome, and very effortlessly so. His hair is shiny and looks soft, and like it naturally falls into that slight side-part.
âAre you gonna come in or just stand there and ogle me?â He isnât smiling teasingly; he just looks at you, unimpressed.
âSorry.âÂ
He turns to retreat back into the house, and youâre left to enter through the open door. There are no lights on inside, and when you close the door behind you, cutting off a majority of the daylight, you start to feel like youâre truly inside a vampireâs home. Still, itâs light enough for you to follow said vampireâs back after hastily removing your coat and folding it to leave over the boots you step out of. Since you assumed he needs access to the veins in your arms, you picked out a gray t-shirt and a black zip-up hoodie thatâs a little too big on you, paired with jeans. Nothing fancyâyouâre not there to impress him.
With quickened steps, you catch up to him as he wordlessly leads the way into his kitchen, a place you doubt he uses much. Vampires donât actually eat, do they? Either way, the room is clean and feels almost... sterile, despite the walnut cupboards and dark gray countertops.
On the short end of a wide, matching walnut dining table, a bunch of supplies are laid out. He gestures to one of the two chairs positioned around the corner of the table, but as you sit down, he turns to leave.
âUhm, I donât know how to do this,â you admit, pulling the zipper of your hoodie down and slipping one arm out. âI mean, Iâm sure it canât be that complicated in⌠theory, but I donât think I can do it on myself.â
âIâm just gonna wash my hands,â he explains, and there seems to be a very slight trace of emotion in his voice and on his face that you interpret as amusement. He thinks you're dumb.
Oh. Well⌠does it really matter if his hands are squeaky clean or not?
Water hits the sink with a familiar sound as you focus on the table, inspecting the supplies. Thereâs a needle with a tube attached to it, a tourniquet, some syringes, antiseptic wipes, and a few empty blood bags. A voice in your head wonders if maybe he changed his mind and will simply take everything at this moment because those bags look pretty big, and youâre not sure you can fill them and still walk out of this place.Â
The water stops, and you sit pretty and wait until he positions the other chair in front of you, a little to the side. Youâve never been a fan of needles or having your blood drawn, so you focus your eyes the other way, to a specific part of his kitchen window and the overcast outside. You hear the sound of paper and plastic ripping, and you feel his cold fingers place and tighten the tourniquet around your upper arm and feel for your veins before he wipes the area clean.
âScared of needles?â he teases arrogantly, and you see how he reaches for the sharp object on the table.
âBodily reaction. I canât help it,â you explain before holding your breath and waiting for the poke.
It comes soon after; an uncomfortable but not too painful prick. With one hand, he moves some things around on the table, and you try to keep as still as possible, loathing the feeling of a needle jolting around in your vein.
âYouâre not curious as to why I know how to do this stuff? Or worried that I donât?â he wonders, releasing the tourniquet and seemingly fastening the needle to your skin with some tape.
âNo. I guess it doesnât surprise me; blood and vampires seem to go hand in hand.â
He surprises you by letting out a quiet chuckle before placing a red stress ball in your hand. âSqueeze this. Iâll be back to change the bag in a few minutes.â
Nodding, you watch him rise from his chair and leave the room.
Left to your own devices and with the filling blood bag taped to the chairâs armrest by its thin tube, you close your eyes.Â
The house is entirely silent, and you have no idea where the vampire went. After he moved the stuff around on the table, you were able to count exactly three blood bags with a printed 450 ml on them. That adds up to somewhere between one and one and half liters and around 30% of your blood volume if youâve calculated correctly. According to your brief research, a human doesnât typically survive losing more than 40% of their blood unless given emergency medical attention. You probably wonât feel too great after today, but you most likely wonât die. You think.
Slowly, the minutes start to tick by, but you feel okay so far. Youâve got a good rhythm going for the stress ball, squeezing, holding, releasing. Squeezing, holding, releasing. The silence has your mind wandering.
âYou can stop for a bit.â
The vampireâs sudden voice has your eyes flying open. He hadnât made a single sound, returning to the kitchen. Catching your breath, you nod, keeping the ball still in your hand. You donât look at the needle in your arm, but you see the bag full of dark red that the vampire sits down and trades for an empty one, attaching the tubes before he fastens them in the same way to the armrest.Â
When heâs done, he lifts his hand, and you spot one of his fingertips covered in red. For a split second, he observes it, and then he puts the finger to his tongue. At first, itâs weird to see, and you almost want to tell him that itâs not hygienic to taste other peopleâs blood. That is before you remember that other peopleâs blood is what sustains him.
He looks to be assessing something, and suddenly, youâre worried he might not like it.
âB positive," he focuses on you, but you give him a slight, confused shrug because you have no idea what blood type you are or what it means in this context.Â
âIs that⌠okay?â
âItâs⌠meh. Not the most common but also not the rarest. Most of my kind prefer A or even AB, though.â
âOh."
Of course, your blood is substandard. You nod toward the filled bag on the table. âWill you have any use for this then?â
Truly, it would be just your luck to not even have the scary creatures, who roam the night in search of victims to drain, want your blood.
âYeah. Doesnât matter. I can always use it as a backup if I donât get the chance to feed in time. Squeeze.â
Per his order, you resume squeezing. The rest of the process goes relatively smoothly, although youâve started feeling a lot⌠weaker by the time the second bag is full and the vampire is about to switch it for the third.Â
Thereâs a lot about blood and the human body that you donât know, and youâre silently wondering what the recovery rate is and if you can really give him this much every week. Does he plan on taking less next time or has he not taken it into consideration?
âWhy do you want to die?â
You blink at his bluntness, looking at his uncaring face. He obviously doesnât care to hear the longer story, and you donât care to tell it, so you settle for a shorter, more condensed version.
âThereâs something wrong with me. I donât belong here.â
âDidnât taste like it.â
âMaybe not physically.â
He doesnât dig further, but when your blood starts trickling into the third bag, the vampire stays seated. You still close your eyes, afraid that youâll stare at his face otherwise, and he didnât particularly seem to like that.Â
Youâre not sure if itâs just the blood loss or a combination of having slept poorly for the last few weeks and being in a calm, silent environment, but youâre feeling tired. Really tired. And cold.Â
âSqueeze harder,â his voice instructs, void of emotion. You do your best to follow his instructions, squeezing the ball tighter even though itâs getting difficult.
âWeâre done.â
You open your eyes, finding the vampire much closer than before and his fingers swiftly removing the needle from your arm.
âOkay, so⌠uhâŚâ you start, finding it hard to choose words or even think of what you want to convey in the first place. âDo I come back⌠same time⌠next week?âÂ
âNo. Make it two weeks.â
You look at him, confusion written across your features, but itâs hard to focus your eyes on his face. Itâs blurry, and there are dark spots infiltrating your vision.
âI took as much as I could, and while you wonât have time to replenish everything in two weeks either, Iâll at least get more out of you than in just one week.â
He smiles, and if you had the energy and maybe (mostly) the common sense, youâd be scared by the way he truly looks so wicked.Â
âOkay. Iâll see you then.â
The vampire takes the stress ball from you and rises from the chair with the used supplies in his hands. You grip the armrests best you can, but your right hand slips, and you stumble a little, trying to stand. Itâs so incredibly cold, and you feel dizzy, nauseous, and weak, putting your hoodie back on properly.
Very quietly, you hear him move around the kitchen, and while he hasnât explicitly told you to leave, youâre very much assuming he wants nothing else. So on unsteady legs, you make your way back to the front door, where you grab your coat to haphazardly put it on, and you step into your boots, unable to bend down to tie them properly.
Youâre able to make it to your old but trustworthy car that you parked on the street, but when you sit down in the driverâs seat and close the door behind you, you realize that you definitely canât drive as itâs proving more and more difficult to even keep your eyes open. You canât walk home, you have no one to come pick you up, and even if there probably is a bus stop somewhere around here, you donât think youâd make it there.Â
So with your last burst of energy, you pull the lever under the seat to push it back a little, leaving your boots on the floor as you bring your feet and knees up. Your coat finds a new purpose as a makeshift blanket, and you cover as much of your body as you can with it. Fully knowing that as you close your eyes, you might never open them again, you donât care that much. Dying is what you want, anyway.
Surprisingly, you do open your eyes again. Itâs dark when you do, and itâs so, so cold. Your heart is beating hard as it tries to circulate blood that just isnât there anymore, and itâs with a low groan that you move, trying to reach for the phone in the pocket of your coat.
Itâs seven p.m.. You met with the vampire at two p.m., and the visit took less than an hour, which means that you got into your car at maybe a bit before three, and so youâve been passed out for four hours. It takes you a while to come to properly, and even when you do, you feel weak, groggy, and stiff. Ideally, you shouldnât drive, but you have no other means of getting home, so you decide on a route consisting of smaller roads with lower speed limits and less traffic.
Itâs no wonder you feel like youâre on deathâs doorstep because when you do some further Googling on blood donation and blood volumes at home, you calculate exactly how much someone of your size would have. And you find that the vampire took 38% of that.
Three weeks later, youâre knocking on his door again. He opens it, an eyebrow raised and looking even more unimpressed than last time.Â
âIâm sorry I didnât show last week, but I was sick,â you inform, hoping heâll accept your apology. âDidnât think you wouldâve wanted to see⌠that.â
âYouâre right.â
Thatâs all he says before he turns, leaving the door open for you just like last time. Well, you take that as a sign that youâre forgiven, and so you follow him inside.Â
Trying to keep up with him, youâre feeling even smaller and weaker around the tall vampire than before, and truth be told, you are. Because according to those Google searches, while it takes the body only approximately 24-48 hours to replace the blood plasma, it takes four to six weeks to replenish the red blood cells and recover fully. And thatâs from having one bag of 450ml donated; you left three and itâs only been three weeks since. Essentially, the vampire is taking your blood a lot faster than you can produce it.
Like last time, you sit down on the same chair in his kitchen, but since he wasnât expecting you, he has to retrieve the supplies from elsewhere. You remain quiet while he organizes everything, stealing a few glances at him in the meantime. This time, heâs wearing a black t-shirt and black shorts, and youâre amazed at just how⌠ordinary he looks. In the best way possible, of course.Â
Without being too tight, the shirt does a very good job at showing off his physique: it hangs wonderfully off his shoulders and dips slightly between his pecs. It exposes the prominent veins stretching across both his arms and hands, and you wonder if vampires also âliveâ in the way that he has a heart that pumps blood around his body. Or if heâs really âdeadâ or âundeadâ like some media describe them?
âWhat?â he questions, having caught you staring.
âYou look very human,â you say quietly. âLike a college guy.â
An athletic college guy. The one whoâs just a little too handsome to be exact.
The trace of amusement that flashes across his face is so faint that youâre not sure you didnât simply imagine it. He doesnât respond to your observation, only sitting down and reaching for your arm. His large hands feel a little warmer against your skin than you remember them doing last time, and you turn your head when he prepares the needle. Thereâs a pinch and then the immediate relief when he loosens the tourniquet.
âHere,â the red stress ball is placed into your hand again. Looking down briefly, you watch your own hand squeeze it, but the red fluid flowing through the transparent tube is too off-putting, and so you close your eyes again.
A minute or so passes while you keep squeezing the ball to some sort of rhythm tied to your breaths. It wonât be long. Soon, everything will be over.Â
Somewhere, you lose track of time, and to regain some sense of reality, you flutter your eyelids open. Only to see the vampire stare coldly at you. You freeze.
âI thought you left,â you admit, the surprise clear in your voice.
âIâm keeping an eye on you,â he explains, face still stoic.
You look at him dumbly. âNo offense, but why? The point is to kill me, anyway?â
âNo, itâs to take as much as possible,â he corrects you. âTo a reasonable extent. And then kill you. Here, let me change the bag.â
You close your eyes once more as he switches the full bag to a new, empty one. The dizziness comes a lot quicker than it did three weeks ago, but then again, youâve been feeling more or less weak and faint ever since that first donation.
âOkay, weâre done.â
You look at him, surprised. âAlready? But you didnât even fill the second bag fully?â
âI took too much last time, and like I said, I want to get as much out of you as possible.â
For the first time, you think you see a hint of a discreet fang when he gives you a blood-chilling smile.
The process of removing everything is quick, and before you know it, youâre putting your feet into your boots again. You feel faint, like your knees might buckle under you any second, but you donât feel weak to the point of passing out for hours in your car; you do that when youâre home in bed instead.
Suffering from what you gather is immense anemia, you donât have the energy to really do anything between your visits to the vampire besides lie on the couch and watch TV. You quit your retail job the Monday after finding him in that alleyway, confident (and correctly so) that you wouldnât be able to handle really any job at all.Â
Even rotting away on the couch with your eyes glued to the screen, you can barely understand what the shows are about. Your brain struggles to place the people and remember the plot lines, and you find yourself almost daydreaming instead. Though itâs mostly just flashing images of the vampire whose name you still donât know.
If your heart wasnât already so strained, it would beat harder for him in some kind of fear-filled attraction. Heâs absolutely gorgeousâand thereâs definitely something almost drawing you to himâbut heâs also so, so intimidating. If the end goal wasnât to die, youâd for sure be running for the hills and looking over your shoulder late at night.
Next time, thereâs a slight smile pulling on the vampireâs lips when he opens the door.
âStill alive?â
You chuckle quietly, looking down at your boots. âUnfortunately.â
Taking off your coat reveals another simple outfit with no other purpose than granting the vampire access to your arms while keeping your freezing body warm. This time, itâs a thick, brown cardigan over a t-shirt, paired with somewhat baggy jeans.
The contrast between your clothes is almost funny. Even indoors, youâd be freezing in the half-open thin, white dress shirt he wears messily tucked into black, also thin-looking slacks. The gap in his shirt makes you want to reach out and touch his pale chest, but of course, you keep your hands to yourself.
Once again, you follow him inside, and while you donât need him to, he guides you to the same spot in his kitchen where the stuff is all laid out.Â
Sitting down, you slip your arm out of the cardigan and place it on the armrest. The vampire washes his hands and then comes to sit down in front of you, reaching for the tourniquet to position it around your bicep. With the elastic band tightened, he rips open an antiseptic wipe to clean the inside of your elbow, and then, he prepares the needle like always.Â
You look away, holding your breath until the pinch comes and for a few seconds after.Â
âThe whole thing about vampires losing control around blood⌠I take it thatâs just storytelling?â
âDepends,â he answers, and despite not looking at him, you just know heâs got one eyebrow raised and a hint of a cocky smile on his lips. âIf weâre hungry and someone happens to bleed around us, yeah, it can be more⌠tempting. Also depends on what sort of blood we prefer.â
âAnd you donât like mine,â you state, your foggy brain concluding it the reason he seems to not care about the vulnerable blood right in front of him.
He laughs this time, a really nice sound that has your strained heart almost skipping an important beat. âI changed my weekly feeding to Thursdays, so Iâm still quite full. And your blood isnât vile, itâs just not what I personally go crazy for.â
âOh,â you let out, looking at him before something dawns on you. âWait. You eat once a week only? How much do you eat then? Or⌠drink?â
He nods toward the bag he just secured to your arm. âSomeone of my size typically only needs about two of these a week to survive and not maniacally hunt and kill, but to really thrive? Between two and three liters, so four to six bags. I usually go hunting Friday or Saturday night when most bars and pubs are full. Itâs surprisingly easy to find a few drunks stumbling around who wonât even realize what happened the day after.â
âSo you donât⌠kill?â
âNot if we can help it. Thereâs been⌠an increase in vampires around here, and if people drop dead? No, itâs less suspicious and only a little more work to find a few victims instead of draining one dry.â
âMakes sense.â
âMhm. I typically donât have to beg women to come with me, either.â
Something ice cold travels through your body at that last sentence. You wonder whose blood was on his lips that night when you found him.
âI canât believe youâre telling me this, though? You seem like youâd tell me to mind my own business.â
Even more, you canât believe you asked.
He smiles. âI donât know. Like I said, people will occasionally find out what I am, find me fascinating, and ask a thousand questions. Iâve always thought it to be incredibly annoying, and Iâm not really supposed to tell them anything even if I wanted toâwhich I donâtâbut itâs been⌠odd, not being questioned by you. At all. Almost boring, like Iâm not interesting to you.â
His answer surprises you, and for a moment, you imagine teenage you, not bubbly per se but at least a bit more naive than the current version. Would she be the type to annoy him? You donât think so.Â
âObjectively, you are interesting, but I canât believe how brave people are? If things were different, I wouldnât have gone out looking for a vampire in the first place. And if I somehow stumbled upon you, I wouldâve run the other way because youâd terrify me.â
Slowly, he smirks at your honesty.Â
âI scare you?âÂ
Youâd be lying if you claimed the cold, calculating aura around him didnât.
Youâre not sure if he has any super powers like in the movies, but honestly, he wouldnât need to be able to lift a bus to kill you. The scariest thing about him isnât how he could end your life in a hundred different ways either way, itâs how he could drag it out and extend your suffering before doing so. Of course, your body and instincts find him scary, but in a way, your mind⌠doesnât? Then again, youâre here because your mind wants him to kill you.
âI donât know.â
âHm,â is all he says, his eyes falling to the blood bag. âI have to change it. Hold on.â
âOkay,â you mumble, finding it hard to concentrate. Your heart beats so hard it hurts, but at the same time, your breathing is slowing down. Closing your eyes, you feel him move stuff around.
âHow are you feeling?â he suddenly asks, but it doesnât sound like he cares too much.
âHonestly? Terrible,â you admit, keeping your eyes closed.Â
You keep still when you feel his hands on your arm, but then you hear a little⌠rip.
âFuck.â
Curiously, you open your tired eyes, seeing the vampire hold the empty bag up to inspect it.Â
âThis was the last one I had. This brand is fucking terrible quality; how do you make blood bags so weak they rip?â
âYou donât have anything else to collect it in?â
He sighs defeatedly, âNo, it needs to be in these kinds of bags so I can store and freeze it properly.â
âOh. Okay.â
âIâll have to stock up on them and maybe take more next time.â
You nod slowly and understandingly. That will probably be the last time, then.
About a week and a half later, you find yourself on a bench downtown, your hands in the pockets of your coat to keep them warm. Itâs Saturday, and on the other side of the street, a few people are standing in line to be let inside your townâs best version of a nightclub. Youâre not certain what exactly brought you here, and youâre sure that if the happy, club-dressed people took the time to observe their surroundings, theyâd notice you staring and look at you weirdly in turn.
âHello?â
Registering the almost rude-sounding voice, you blink as you turn your head. Itâs a guy.Â
âHuh?â
His face looks skeptic, and heâs got his hands in the front pockets of his jeans. Heâs not wearing a jacket or coat of any kind over his white t-shirt, so you gather heâs in the middle of a night out. Probably left a bar for a smoke and spotted you.
âI asked you what your name is? Like three times?â
Heâs good looking with black hair and dark eyes, but the tone of his voice is very unattractive, and you have no interest in him whatsoever, knowing he isnât just looking to be your friend.
âOh. UhâŚâ
You donât say it. Itâs not that you donât remember your name or that youâre making a conscious effort to deny him the information, but itâs like your thoughts are at a standstill.Â
âBeat it.â
You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. His lips didnât move.
âAnd who are you?â he asks, irritation dripping from his words, and this time, his lips are moving. However, his eyes are not on you but on something behind you.
Just as youâre about to turn around, the man in front of you leaves. His steps are quick, his mission abandoned.
âWhat are you doing here?â
Of course. It clicks the moment the vampire comes into view, and youâre surprised you didnât immediately recognize his deep voice. Heâs wearing that same leather jacket and some black pants, an outfit still very much inappropriate for winter. Though, something about him feels⌠wilder, almost a little uncontained? You canât put your finger on what exactly.
âUh, people-watching,â you inform as he rounds the bench, sitting down next to you.
Because heâs beautiful like no other, you glance discreetly at his face. Heâs so masculine, but in certain lights, you glimpse something softer. You particularly like his nose and its rounded tip. It gives him such an attractive profile, you think, gaze traveling over his features and lingering on his dark eyelashes.
âWhy? Isnât it cold as hell for you?â
âUhm, I donât know? And I guess?â
From looking straight ahead, he turns his head, redirecting his full attention to you. The light from the closest street lamp reflects in his dark eyes.
âIs there any truth to that whole âvampires are designed to lure humans inâ thing?â
He grins. âI lure you in?â
âYouâre more intimidating than you are attractive, actually,â you admit earnestly, wincing a little on the inside at how it came out a bit like an insult. Heâs definitely attractive, and maybe the fact that he is so attractive is part of why heâs also so intimidating. âIâm just wondering what you looked like before.â
âIâve always looked like this,â he explains casually, once again peering out over the cold, dark street. âVampirism doesnât change anything besides, like, skin impurities and conditions. I wouldâve shown you a picture, but there were no cameras around when I was human,â he smiles cheekily.
âAnyway, you should go home. Itâs really cold and not really safe at this time either,â he encourages.
You nod, realizing that he wants to protect his backup supply. âYeah.â
âGood. Iâll see you next week.â
âMhm.â
You expect him to get up and leave, confused when five seconds pass and he hasnât moved. The feeling seems to be mutual because he turns his head to look at you again.
âSo, are you leaving or not?â
âI am.â
âThen what are you waiting for?â
You look away, clearing your throat a bit awkwardly and realizing that you might just have to tell him, since he doesnât seem to be leaving before you. âI donât think I⌠can. I walked here, but I think I overestimated myself.â
The vampire looks you over briefly, probably just to be sure, but you both know that your main health concerns arenât visible.Â
âWhere do you live?â
âOh, not that far. Like less than a ten minute walk, but IâŚâ
âWhatâs your address?â
â124 Conch Street.â
âStand up.â
âWhat?â
âStand up.â
Puzzled, you follow his instructions and slowly rise to your feet. Though youâve been sitting stranded on the bench for almost two hours, the dizziness returns the moment you stand.
But the vampire isnât satisfied. âGet up on the bench and undo your coat up to your waist.â
This time, you give him a skeptic look.
âJust do as I say,â he holds his hand out for you.
Slowly and still confused, you take it, and with his aid, you step up onto the bench.
To your surprise, he lets go, and before you know it, heâs unzipped your coat from the bottom up to your waist, positioned himself in front of you, and grabbed your thighs. Instinctively, you place your arms around his neck as he hoists you onto his back and starts walking.
âWhat are you doing?â you breathe quietly.
âTaking you home in an inconspicuous way. It looks like weâre a couple, does it not?â
âDefinitely an odd and unexpected couple if so, but I guess?â
âYouâre a pretty girl, you know?â
Your lungs hold your breath for an extra second before slowly releasing it, and then you hum, but itâs only to actually provide him with an answer. You definitely donât think youâre anywhere near pretty enough for someone like him. He doesnât call you out on your vague answer.
Youâre not the most common sight, couple or not, and people still watch you as you pass them. Unsure as to how to meet their curious gazes, you donât; turning your head forward instead. When youâre so close, you inevitably catch his scent, only to find that he doesnât smell like a whole lot. There are traces of soap, laundry detergent, and maybe a hint of cologne, but not much else. No lingering smell of sweat or anything like that.
He walks you through the city and past the alleyway where you first found him. Itâs quiet, except for the muted sound of his footsteps as well as those of a man a bit ahead, evidently hurrying to get home and away from the cold.
âAre there more vampires here?â you wonder, looking around the silent street and thinking it might not be as empty as it seems.Â
âYes,â he confirms casually.
It has your brain working, and the surroundings reminding you of why youâre with him in the first place.
âHow are you going to kill me?â
If heâs caught off guard by your straightforward question, he does a good job of not showing it.Â
âI donât know.â
âOkay. But Iâd rather not bleed out,â you say, body aching at the mere thought. Although youâre certain there are much worse ways to go, you really donât like the feeling of severe blood loss.
âItâs the easiest way though,â he explains. âItâs not as easy to drain a body without a heartbeat to move the blood around.â
âAre you familiar with livestock?â you ask, thinking back to what your three-year-older cousin once told you as you biked past a field of cows one summer when you were ten. âYou can kill the animal and then âdebloodâ them by hanging the body upside down and cutting their throat. The blood will drain easily. Do you have a bathtub?â
âYouâre⌠a person though, still,â he says, and though he doesnât falter in his steps, you can tell your words donât sit quite right with him. âThereâs no dignity in an ending like that. And donât you care what happens to your body?â
To say youâre surprised is an understatement. You thought vampires were all bloodthirsty monsters, only biding their time until they can rip someone new apart. The messier, the better. The vampire, whoâs carrying you on his back, made no effort to appear nice either. At least not at first. Now, you donât even know.
You shrug slightly. Youâre not a spiritual person, and youâve never believed in something like an afterlife. âItâs just meat and bones. I wonât be here anymore, and no oneâs going to be looking for me, anyway. Thereâs no use in keeping things âpretty.ââ
He doesnât say anything in turn, and you wonder how much about you he knows. How much about your life he realizes.
The vampireâs smooth movement lulls you further into relaxation, and you lean your head partly against your own arm, partly against him. He doesnât say anything.
Way sooner than if you wouldâve walked with your own two legsâif you wouldâve made it home at allâhe puts you down in front of your apartment complex. You search your pockets, locating your keys in the left one.Â
âGoing home now? Since you canât enter without permission,â you joke tiredly, unlocking the front entrance with the key fob.Â
The vampire raises his eyebrows. âI might as well make sure you donât somehow trip and spill all my blood on the way to your apartment,â he smirks, grabbing the door and opening it wide without breaking eye contact. âAnd you shouldnât believe everything you see or read.â
The smile heâs wearing as he makes a show out of stepping inside the building is another chilling one. You canât say that you expected him to hit an invisible wall or anything, but for some reason, it wouldâve almost felt⌠nice if that were the case. Considering your situation, youâre not sure why.Â
The elevator is empty and waiting for you, and after getting inside, you press the button for floor two, the vampire coming to stand beside you.
âIs there anything that is true regarding vampires?â you ask quietly as if someone would hear you inside the elevator.
âBesides the fact that we drink blood?â
âYeah. Are you like, immortal and stuff? Super old?â
He chuckles. âKinda. I donât think anythingâs truly immortal, but we do have a longer life span, yes.â
âWhat about senses? Can you hear my heart beat right now?â
âYes. It sounds like itâs about to burst through your chest.â
Yeah, because itâs strained to hell and back, trying to keep you alive even in the condition youâre in.
âAnd super speed, super strength and all that?â
âMhm, although weâre not so fast we go blurry. Are you impressed?â
âI donât know? What do you use it for? I canât think of even one thing having those powers would improve in my life.â
âTough crowd,â he chuckles, avoiding your question as he follows you out of the elevator.Â
You understand that being physically superior is helpful when youâre a literal predator, and yeah, maybe being able to walk a tiny bit faster to work every morning wouldâve saved you some time, but what else? Oh, yeah, one time, you had to throw away a jar of pickles because you simply could not get it open. Being stronger wouldâve definitely helped you then.Â
Reaching your door, youâre quick to unlock it and pull it open to head inside, ignoring the two envelopes lying on the floor in your hallway. The vampire stays at the door, watching as you start to remove your coat two or so steps away from him.
âAre those⌠bruises?â
Turning your head as you make your way to the wardrobe to put the coat away, you see the vampire looking almost worried. You look down at the skin on your arms.Â
âYeah.â
âLet me look at them,â he urges, holding his hand out.
âWhy? They come with anemia; why does it matter?â
âStill, I want to see. Come over here.â
Despite looking oddly insistent, he makes no effort to actually enter your apartment.
Your eyes widen as you look at him. âYou really canât come inside without an invitation, can you?â
He sighs exasperatedly. âTechnically, no, I canât step inside unless you give me permission.â
It makes you laugh a little in wonder. âWow.â
He rolls his eyes, but you can tell it amuses him a little too.
âListen, Iâll be fine until we meet again and if the bruises are still there, you can look at them then. I kinda donât actually want to invite you in, is that rude of me?â
âNo, itâs not. Very reasonable, actually.â
âOkay, then Iâll see you Friday?â
He nods politely and steps back. âSee you.â
You watch him leave, his footsteps sounding through the hall as you bend down to pick up the envelopes youâve been ignoring for days. Theyâre probably bills, and youâll be dead soon, so who really cares if you pay them or not?
Mindlessly, you approach the door to close it, your focus on the white paper in your hands. You put your finger under the fold to rip the first envelope open, wincing when the paper cuts through your skin instead.
Holding your finger up, you inspect the damage and the little bead of red thatâs forming next to the invisible cut. You look at it, furrowing your eyebrows at how you feel like somethingâs⌠missing? A moment later, you realize what it is, and your body freezes.Â
The footsteps have stopped.
It dawns on you, as you look at the blood, what the vampire was actually doing tonight and why he looked wilder than usual. Early Saturday night, lurking around the clubs until he found you and had to abandon his plans.Â
He was hunting.
Your eyes widen and your heart stops as you hear it. One footstep. Then another. And another. Theyâre speeding up, and soon enough running toward you.
Before youâve had a chance to shut the door, it flies wide open. Panicked, you move farther into the apartment, but you fall backward and by pure instinct, crawl back as quickly as you can.
Despite claiming that he couldnât enter without your permission, the vampire falls to his knees, then all fours, to reach you. Youâve never seen anything as scary as the bloodthirsty creature grasping the air, trying to get you. He moves so quickly, and his hand is just about to grab your foot when itâs like⌠heâs held back by something.Â
You're breathing heavily, trying to understand whatâs happening. Why doesnât he just move another three centimeters? He licks his lips in frustration, exposing fangs that are definitely longer than you remember. Meeting his eyes, theyâre cold like never before, and he exhales angrily. Heâs still reaching for you, and frozen in your spot, you look over at him, briefly wondering if his feet got stuck or something when it hits you.
He canât step inside.
You sit there, your feet mere centimeters from his grasping hand when thereâs a sound down the hall, and in a split second, the vampire seems to snap out of it. He looks at you, appearing to realize what heâs doing and somehow gaining control over himself. Looking around, he gets up, and he leaves. Quickly and without a word.
Wide-eyed and with your heart beating painfully, you remain on the floor, wondering what the hell just happened. Even when his footsteps are long gone, youâre too afraid to get up and close the door, worried that heâll return and be able to reach you.Â
Youâd like a very serious word with whoever established the âno entering without permissionâ rule but also decided that the vampires could cheat it by keeping their feet outside and crawling inside.
You sleep a little uneasy the following nights, thinking a lot. Of course, your thoughts are mostly occupied by those cold, black eyes, thirsty for your blood.
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Conflict of Interests (roommatesbf!h)
prompt: yn knows that she has a bit of a crush on her roommate/friend's bf but until an opportunity is put in her lap, she tries her best to resist.
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++ YN was pretty open, easy to say âyesâ, and take risk but she wasnât careless.
She weighed the reward versus the consequence, trying to make as much of an informed decision as she can before jumping in the metaphorical deep-end.
However, she had absolutely miscalculated and found herself reaping the consequences of her actions.
A ruined friendship, an empty second bedroom because said friend had moved out, and a few of their friends who were taking sides.
They werenât on hers.
YN should have said ânoâ, at the time she knew she shouldnât have, it would lead to nothing good because of how YN actually felt about Harry.
+
YN and Kay had been friends for years, meeting in senior year of high school when Kay had to transfer schools because of her father getting a job change.
They hit it off right away, deciding to room in college together, and now they had moved from a tiny dorm to more of a spacious apartment.
Kay and YN have lived together for three years at this point, they rarely had any issues, an occasional stolen yogurt or leaving laundry in the washer but nothing that shook the foundation of their friendship.
Until Harry walks into their lives.
Well quite literally walks into her bedroom while sheâs getting dressed.
YN was going out to dinner with her family, her brother was in town and they were meeting at an Italian restaurant a few blocks down.
It was a fancier restaurant which meant that YN was buzzing around her room and connecting bathroom, hair and makeup done except for lipstick and hairspray.
YN had her high-waisted trousers already buttoned snugly against her hips but was trying to find a shirt that worked well with the dressy bottoms.
YN had a strapless bra on but the shirt she finds that she wants to wear looks better without, she tosses the shirt on the bed, and unclasps her bra.
She had just tossed it to the side, to put away later when her door opened.
It doesnât initially alarm her, Kay has a tendency to not knock or generally respect the idea of privacy so when YN turns to see what she wants.
However, it is not Kay.
It is a man.
A stupidly attractive man whose eyes become as wide as saucers, his big baseball mit of a hand smacks over his eyes to cover them, and starts rambling an apology.
âWho the fuck are you?â YN screeches as she reaches for the first thing she can find, her fleece throw as she holds it over her chest, heart pounding.
âMâso fucking sorry, I-â The manâs voice is low, a deep drawl and a bit morbid as he keeps his eyes covered with a tattooed hand.
âWhatâs going on?â Kay appears in the doorway, a smirk tweaking at the corner of lips, âHarry, I told you the door on the left.â
âThis is the door on the left,â Harry replies in a higher pitch, which was still ridiculously deep as he stands there, trying to stay as still as a statue.
âOh shit, I meant my left,â Kay giggles as she moves to tug at his elbow which he very resistantly starts to let her move his face covering, âSheâs decent now.â
Harry blinks a few time, his cheeks were twinged a bright pink akin to the tone of bubblegum as he meets YNâs eye sheepishly.
âI am so sorry,â Harry apologizes again, stuffing his hands in his jean pockets, he was handsome - even if this sounded awful, completely out of Kayâs league.
It wasnât that Kay wasnât pretty, she was but Harry could have just walked out of some expensive cologne advert even in his jeans and black tee.
His tattoos were dark, no color to be found and itâs a contrast against his tanned skin like he had just been on a vacation with the golden tint.
âItâs okay. Itâs completely Kayâs fault,â YN tries to crack a joke, easing the tension because though YN was actually quite proud of her body, she liked her breasts and didnât mind who saw them - most of the time.
YN still managed to feel self-conscious about what Harry had thought because he looked like that and she felt a weird jolt of butterflies about it.
âBut doesnât she have the nicest pair of tits youâve ever seen?â Kay nudges Harry, wrapping her hand around his massive bicep as best she can.
âKay,â YN scolds as she holds the blanket closet, feeling super bare now.
âIâm just saying! I canât help but stare when I see them,â Her friend shrugs, she had the tendency to be crude, crass, and frankly too much.
Harry has his bottom lip tucked between his two front teeth, eyes now not making contact with YNâs, âCâmon, Kay. Stop embarrassing her. It was an accident and I donât want to objectify her.â
YN is oddly touched by his respectfulness, she felt like most guys would just openly agree with Kay which would have made her feel uncomfortable.
âThank you,â YN replies, voice softer and the gaze she shares with Harry feels unusually intense before sheâs clearing her throat, âUm, I need to put a shirt on.â
âCâmon, letâs go,â Harry tugs Kay in the direction of the door with one more apologetic glance before heâs closing it behind him.
YNâs stomach does a weird flip, what the fuck.
7 months later +
Harry and Kay are dating.
Which YN is a bit, scratch that, a lot confused by because they just seem like the most unlikely match but not just looks-wise.
Harry is quiet, doesnât really talk unless heâs asked a question or has something to add to the conversation but he does not speak just to speak.
He does subtle things that he thinks people do not notice and usually donât (YN does)
The way he will close a cabinet right by YNâs head so she doesnât accidentally bump into it as she cooks without saying anything.
If he knows YN has a late day at work, he turn on a lamp in the entryway so she doesnât have to stumble around in the dark and she knows itâs him because Kay wouldnât be that thoughtful.
Plus she caught him once, he had awkwardly shrugged and said that he didnât want her tripping and getting hurt before disappearing back down the hall to Kayâs room.
YN has a smile for quite a few minutes after that.
+_+
Kay and Harry are not affectionate which is interesting.
Kay was handsy, typically clinging onto her boyfriend at any time, and their group of friends groaning about the obnoxious amount of PDA.
Not them.
Harry did small gestures here or there like squeeze her shoulder or put his hand on her back, rarely throw an arm over her shoulder at a restaurant or bar.
YN also didnât hear them from the bedroom.
Kay didnât have a volume control button, it didnât take detective-like skills to tell when she was being intimate with someone because of the noise.
It made YNâs skin crawl because it was obvious that they were over-exaggerated, high-pitched moans that made her roll her eyes and couldnât believe the guys she brought home believed they were real.
But no, YN heard nothing ever.
And Harry was constantly over, Kay had told YN that Harryâs housemate was a nightmare which had him trying to get out of the house as soon as possible.
Harry was justâŚperfect.
YN knows she shouldnât been thinking that but he is the closest thing to perfection that she has ever seen or met without a doubt.
On top of his thoughtfulness, he listened and was actually paying attention, no phone in his face, no half ass agreements.
Meanwhile, YN witnesses Kay constantly on her phone while Harry was trying to have a conversation with her - nodding and say âmhmâ without looking up.
YN could see the frustration that heâs trying to taper down but thatâs when sheâll jump in to let him know that she was paying attention.
The dimples that appear in his cheeks are all the reward that she needs to know that sheâs doing that right thing.
Her heart aches a bit because of the crush she wants to have on such an off-limits person, so sheâll push it into the back, the darkest crevice in her mind.
Harry would most likely be mortified to know the shit thay YN thought while he was just trying to be friendly.
It was just that she couldnât get a ready in them as a couple and that was driving her a bit insane.
Well YN was actually questioning whether she was crazy because she had moment where she thought that Harry was actually going out of his way to do things for her than his own girlfriend.
Then the bathroom incident happens.
YN really, truly didnât know that Harry was here.
She heard the shower running and assumed that it was Kay in there.
YN and Kay didnât have much off-limits, it wasnât out of the norm for her to pop into the bathroom to brush her teeth or pee when Kay was in there or vice versa.
So YN doesnât think much of opening the bathroom door to grab her hairbrush she had left in there but only she was not met with what she expected.
It was a standing shower, with a glass door which meant there was no privacy for the person if someone came in and holy shit.
Harry was under the stream with his head tilted down, he was running a washcloth over his stomach and holy fuck, she didnât realize how built he was.
She hadnât seen him shirtless before, yes, she could gather that he was in shape by the way his biceps flexed or how defined his thighs were when he wore shorts but this was unreal.
YNâs eyes find the harsh vee that is tattooed with laurels, that is leading downwards towardsâŚ
âIâm sorry!â YN squeaks out, halfway into the bathroom and her hand extended towards her brush but her muscles lock and sheâs frozen for a good half minute, âOh my god, shit!â
Harry turns at the sound, confusion momentarily crossing his face but he doesnât seem bothered, does nothing to try to cover himself.
YN was repeating over and over to herself to not look there but she couldnât ignore thatâs where her eyes went first, wanting to continue because he was thick, heavy, and he wasnât even hard.
YN turns to leave but doesnât realize that she has stepped on Harryâs discarded clothes which means her foot slips out from under her.
She attempts to steady herself by grabbing the countertop but it is just out of reach as a yelp exits her mouth, falling into a lump of limbs.
Her lip is throbbing because her teeth sliced through the thin skin when she accidentally bit down, her fingertips coming to press against where the blood begins to dribble.
âFuckinâ hell,â Harry curses as he watches all of this go down in the span of a minute flat, heâs reaching to turn off the faucet before heâs stepping out.
YN cannot fully appreciate Harry in his dripping wet, tanned skin, naked glory because her eyes are foggy with fat tears of embarassment and pain.
Harry grabs his towel, wrapping it haphazardly around his waist, threatening to slip off at any minute when he kneels down.
âDarling, what on earth?â Harry rasps, his eyes tracing her over, his hand coming to cup the side of her face as he holds her still.
He picks up his discarded shirt, pressing the soft cotton to her lip with pressure to stop the bleeding, his voice was comforting and entirely sweet enough to give her a toothache.
âYouâre okay, sâokay. Calm down fâme,â Harry coos softly, stroking her hair as the other keeps the shirt against her lip, âI know, I know.â
Just the small little reassurances were digging YN into a deep, treacherous dark hole because sheâd never had a boyfriend who would baby her as much as he was doing.
And thatâs when YN realizes it, Harry has been babying her the entire time heâs been with Kay, and he just doesnât do the same for her.
YN was too frazzled to delve any deeper into that right now.
âIâm so sorry, I thought it was Kay in the shower. I am so so sorry-â YN is trying to tell him through choked sobs, unable to blink the tears away fast enough.
âStop apologizing, dove. You didnât know, the tears are killing me though. I havenât seen you cry before and itâs just as heartbreaking as I would imagine,â Harry frowns, he was still dripping and it was dampening YNâs clothes.
âMy lip hurts,â YN huffs out with a edge of a whine, god, it was so easy for her to fall into this baby role with him and let him take care of her, âAnd Iâve never been more embarrassed in my life.â
âWhy would you be embarrassed?â Harry asks as he dabs at her lip, checking to see how steady the flow of blood is before pressing it back.
âI just barged in on you showering and then ate shit, Iâve never had a worse moment of embarrassment,â YN informs him, her face felt hot and she had to stop herself from looking towards the split in his towel.
Jesus Christ, this was her friend's boyfriend and she was swooning like a girl with her first crush in elementary school - she needed to pull herself together.
âSâjust me,â Harry murmurs softly, taking the shirt away and watching her mouth for a moment before sitting back, âNothing to be embarassed by.â
YN and Harry make eye contact which makes her stomach flip in a way that it shouldnât because heâs off limits but heâs nice and beautiful and naked.
YN swallows harshly as she fails to find a reply.
Harry takes his hand away which she misses as soon as itâs gone, standing up before reaching down to pull her up as well.
âLet me dry off, go change, and Iâll make us dinner, yeah?â Harry says as he brushes a strand of stray hair off of her forehead.
âYeah,â YN agrees dumbly, hands still shaking and her heart felt like it had just run a marathon with how fast her blood was pumping through it.
âWill you be okay for a minute?â Harry is still checking, heâs a worrier and that much is obvious through his words and facial expression.
YN chuckles out a light snort, not her most attractive moment, âOr what, can I hold your hand and wait while you change?â
It was absolutely and completely meant to be a joke, a sarcastic quip because of course she was okay enough to walk to her bedroom.
Harry doesnât smile, not really, his voice ever steady and morbid as he replies, âI donât mind. Sânothing you havenât seen before now. If it makes you feel better.â
YN throat tightens, the urge to flea was becoming stronger because he wasnât being outwardly flirty, he was being kind but it still felt wrong - at least because YN was struggling to stay just friendly.
There was nothing in Harryâs words that were overtly sexual or persuasive, his demeanor didnât give much of anything away either.
âIâll meet you in the kitchen,â YN manages to tell him before scurrying out of the bathroom as fast as humanly possible.
Even more guilt came when she was undressing, resisting the urge to touch herself to the mental image of Harry stepping out of the shower.
Where the deep vee had lead into trimmed hair that got a bit darker, thicker around the base of his -
âStop,â YN scolds herself as she tugs on new underwear.
Harry had made it a point not to objectify her when he accidentally saw her chest but YN was better than no man as her mind kept going back to the sheer size and beauty of Harryâs cock.
Anyways.
YN was a shit friend right now.
End of story.
YN takes a little bit longer than necessary to exit her room, feeling like she was doing a walk of shame when she enters the kitchen.
Harry was already chopping up veggies, a pot of water that wasnât boiling just yet on the stovetop, and it was all very domestic.
YN walks up behind him, itching to put a hand of his back, rub over the lithe, bulky muscles there but instead drums her fingers against the countertop.
âDo you need any help?â YN asks, her voice sounded relatively back to normal by now.
Harry glances over at her, his smile faltering slightly as he puts down the knife, and brings his thumb to her bottom lip again.
âYou really did a number on yourself, dove,â Harry tells her, displeased as he traces over the puffy skin, eyes still studying her face.
YNâs heart rate spikes up like she didnât just spend the last twenty minutes trying to regulate so that she didnât feel like she was going to pass out.
It was impossible for her to decipher right now if Harry was just genuinely an affectionate, touchy person or whether he was flirting with her.
Not once has YN seen Harry touch her in the same way he was doing to her now - delicate, careful like she was made of the most breakable china heâd ever held.
Thereâs a jostle at the front door, a key turning into the lock, and YN jumps back out of his hold as he drops his hand, picking up the knife once again.
YN sits down at the kitchen table instead of trying to help, unlocking her phone, and trying to dissociate at whatever pops up on her timeline.
âWhat is this?â Kay laughs when she walks in, dropping her purse on one of the chairs as she smiles at YN before walking over and wrapping her arms around Harry from the back.
HarryâŚdoesnât stop cutting the vegetables but does tilt his head to the side look at her, she leans up to kiss his cheek before peeking over his shoulder, âStir-fry?â
âWith shrimp,â Harry tacks on as he turns back from her to focus on his work, his demeanor wasnât necessarily drastically different but stillâŚdifferent.
Kay didnât seem disgruntled by his attitude as she rubs his back for a few moments which YN tries to not get jeaous about because itâs not her place to be.
Then sheâs plopping down in the chair beside YN, âSorry, I forgot to text you and tell you I picked up an extra shift. Harry didnât get the memo until he was already here.â
YN glares at her friend, âI know. I thought you were home, showering, and barged into the bathroom. Only to invade Harryâs privacy.â
Kay lets out a peel of laughter, eyes twinkling and completely unbothered, âItâs even now, right?â
âHuh?â YN asks, not sure what she meant as Harry turns around after adding the lo mein noodles to the boiling water, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed.
There was slight amusement at the tilt of his lips.
âHe saw your tits. You saw his dick,â Kay shrugs with another hearty laugh, âYouâve got amazing tits. Heâs got an insane dick so-â
âKay,â Harry cuts in, a bit curt and disapproving, âIt was all an accident. We donât need to go into detail about what we all looked like naked.â
âWell youâre both hot and Iâve seen both of you naked, maybe Iâm feeling a little inferior. I have a bombshell best friend and the hottest boyfriend. It makes me feel like chopped liver.â
Kay was looking for validation, specifically in Harry but he was not feeding into her behavior, âKay, this really isnât appropriate. Letâs drop it.â
It was not a suggestion.
However, thatâs how Kay saw it.
âIâm just bragging, H. Chill out. Does it not inflate your ego if I talk about how big your dick is?â Kay was immature, admittedly and no better than a crude man on her best days - her thought patterns more perverse and blunt than most females.
âKay,â Harryâs voice is sharp, a tone YN hasnât hear before as he puts down the knife, âLetâs go to your room for a minute.â
YN sits awkwardly at the table, any butterflies from the interaction with Harry earlier weâre completely gone because of this.
YN could heard Harryâs voice raise, he wasnât shouting but it was louder than his normal range of volume which lead her to believe they were fighting.
Kay was immature, Harry couldnât train that out of her, and thatâs why YN was surprised when she went for someone like Harry because she usually dated boys younger than her by a year or two - they matched maturities better.
YN stands up, walking over, and taking it upon herself to continue to chop the veggies while politely trying to ignore any of their conversation.
When they walk back out a few minutes later, Harry comes up beside her, just slightly bumping his hip against hers, and saying quietly, âThanks, sucha good helper.â
It should sound patronizing but it doesnât, Kay isnât in here yet, and YN wonders if he would have said that in front of her.
Kay comes back a few minutes later, mood the same, and clearly trying to act like she didnât just get chewed out by Harry as she makes small talk about work.
+_
YN struggles to sleep that night.Â
Her stomach was rumbling because she didnât indulge in too much of the stir-fry that he had cooked because of the tension between the couple.
Kay was making passive aggressive jabs in her ever cheery cadence while Harry gave her a very serious look, jaw twitching as he harshly chewed.
YN hid out in her room for the rest of the night.
Now it was biting her in the ass because she was starving.
As YN pads out, she has to go through the living, not thinking much when she flips the switch so that the floor lamp in the corner will illuminate some of the space.
Thereâs movement that makes her jump.
Harry was on the couch, YN had clearly woken him up as he stretched, trying to blink and adjust to the light as he takes in a deep inhale.
âShit, Iâm sorry,â YN turns off the lamp quickly, basking them in darkness again and muttering, âI can find the kitchen without the light.â
YN then proceeds to bump her thigh extremely hard into the side corner of their end table before sheâs toppling over for the second time that day.
âFuck, pet,â Harry curses, his voice sounded different, thick with sleep and a rasp that made it sound like he was a smoker, âWhat are you doing?â
Harry leans over, turning on the lamp, and squinting until he sees her on the floor, concern crossing his face as he pushes himself off the couch, and knelt beside her.
YN has tears prickling in her eyes, that really fucking hurt, she had already busted her lip today, and god, she looked like such a fucking idiot.
Harryâs voice goes soft again, like heâs just found an injured baby animal, âOh darling, câmon. These tears are too much. Sâheartbreaking.â
âI just-â YN hiccups, clutching her thigh thatâs pulsing with her heartbeat, âI keep embarrassing myself in front of you and I donât know why. Plus, my thigh hurts.â
Harryâs frown deepens, âYou never need to be embarassed around me. Two times Iâve given your a surprise, sâon me, really. Letâs go put some ice on that.â
Harry helps YN up, guiding her to the kitchen and she yelps when she feels his big hands on her waist, placing her on the kitchen counter.
She was very aware that she was only wearing a big shirt with no pants on, a soft very tame pair of gray panties, and she flushed further.
Harry grabs a bag of frozen green beans, wrapping it in a hand towel, and taking it upon himself to nudge her shirt up her leg until he can place it in the injury.
âWhy were you sleeping on the couch?â YN asks while she holds the bag in place, ignoring the ache.
Harry leans against the counter, opposite her, âKay and I werenât getting along. I decided to sleep on the couch so that we could have some space.â
âIf this is about earlier, about the shower thing-â YN begins to apologize.
âNo, no,â Harry shakes his head, sighing heavily as he runs his hand through his hair, âWeâre going through a rough patch in general. Weâre just trying to get through it. Weâre different in a lot of ways, we butt heads a lot.â
âIâm sorry to hear that. I hope you can make things work,â YN replies softly, free hand picking at the raggedy hem of her shirt.
âYeah,â Harry bites the corner of his lip, âWhy are you awake?â
YN blinks at him, sheepish as she admits, âIâm hungry. Dinner was tense and I wanted to give you guys space. I didnât eat enough.â
Harryâs expression becomes one of disapproval, âPet, sânot a reason not to eat. Let me make you somethinâ as an apology.â
YN shakes her head, âYou donât have to do that. I can get something myself.â
âPlease? It will make me feel better,â Harry insists, standing back up straight and scratching at his stomach, his hair a bit haywire.
He was so fucking attractive it was sickening.
And this man was sweet to her, offering to cook her meals, and exceeding any of her previous boyfriends - they werenât even dating.
YN couldnât determine whether Harry was flirting or just being kind, he didnât treat Kay like this which was the off thing.
The exact opposite, it actually seemed cold and distant most of the time towards her, his patience limited and his mood dropped.
âDo you like pancakes?â Harry asks, already moving to the fridge to pull out ingredients, âI have a special recipe from my gran that makes âem extra fluffy.â
âI have an awful sweet tooth,â YN hides her eyes with her hand for a moment, âIâll never say no to pancakes, especially if you add chocolate chips. You better be careful, I might fall in love.â
YN freezes because that was definitely not the best thing she could have said, her eyes go wide and lips part in her own surprise.
âI better make them with chocolate chips then,â Harry says casually as he turns to open the cabinet like YN didnât just nearly have a heart attack nor like she didnât have to squeeze her thighs together.
YN watches his back as he cooks, the defined muscles flexing when he stirs the batter.
âMore,â YN orders from her seat on the counter, swinging her feet.
It felt horribly romantic when he turned around, a mixing bowl in the crook of his arm.
âNo more, sânot a dessert,â Harry chides as he reaches over to sprinkle a few more into the mixture like he was easy for her.
âThank you,â YN hums with a smile, she wishes it wasnât late because soft music in the background would be even better.
When Harry pours two onto the hot pan, he doesnât turn around and he keeps his voice steady, âI wouldnât guess Kay and you would be friends.â
YN shouldnât but she does, âI wouldnât guess you and Kay would date.â
Harry shakes his head with a chuckle, âWe are not very similar, are we?â
âNo, usually Kay dates people very much like herself,â YN tells him, fingertips dancing against the countertop.
âWhich is?â
YN bites her lip, trying to say it in the most gentle way, âI love her but sheâŚmarches to the beat of her own drum, she doesnât take things too seriously, and can be reckless. She has a history of dating guys who are younger, donât have their life planned out.â
Harry turns to look at her after flipping the pancakes, his eyes were intent but he didnât seem offended by the words she spoke.
They werenât meant to be offensive, they were the facts.
âAnd what am I?â Harry raises his eyebrow, âA too serious, stuck up prick?â
âPrecisely,â YN grins wide enough that it takes up her entire face.
Harry narrows his eyes before theyâre darting down to the bowl of batter.
âHarry, no,â YN laughs, trying to keep it down because Kay was sleeping and she really should be in her own room right now.
âMm, I think so,â Harry swipes his finger in the mix before stalking forward.
YN had nowhere to run because she was still sat on the kitchen counter but she fruitlessly tries to scramble backwards.Â
Harryâs hand comes to her ankle, wrapping around to hold her as he leans forward and swipes it across her cheek as she kicks weakly at him.
âThere we go,â Harry smirks as he moves back, not taking his hand away from her ankle, thumb pressing right under the bone.
YN and Harry both get quiet, chests moving quickly from the struggles, and sheâs never felt this much sexual tension before in her life.
Harryâs other fingers press in, she finds herself wishing that they would move upward, it would be easy because she didnât have anything beside underwear on her lower half.
When YN lets her limbs relax, her leg falls more into his grip, toes bumping at his hip, and his hand moves further to his calf.
They both seem to snap out of it at the same time, Harry is letting go and clearing his throat as YN pulls her leg back.
He turns back to the pancakes, sliding them off pan and onto an awaiting plate.
Harry takes a minute before heâs turning around again, eyes the slightest bit unsure, and YN doesnât want there to be any awkwardness.
To dissolve the tension, she swipes her thumb along her cheek before popping it in her mouth, âCould use more cinnamon sugar.â
âSâplenty sweet,â Harry grunts as he hands it to her.
âThank you. You really didnât have to but I havenât had pancakes in forever,â YN doesnât use her fork, picking it apart with her fingers and dipping it in the syrup.
Harry turns off the stove, placing the pan and mixing bowl in the sink, running some sudsy water in it as YN eats happily, her thigh no longer hurting - she thanks the chocolate chips for that.
âYouâre starting to get sleepy again, huh?â Harry murmurs as YN hands him the empty plate, she nods in agreement, and she slips off the counter, tossing the frozen bag back in the freezer.
âThank you,â YN mumbles, rubbing at her eye.
âLet me check your leg first,â Harry tells her, kneeling down in front of her, and holy shit, that was a sight for sore eyes to have him blinking up at her, âYeah? Okay?â
âOkay,â YNâs mouth was dry like the sahara desert.
Harry lifts the hem of her shirt up to her hip, exposing her underwear a bit more than necessary but the thing is, she wanted him to see.
If Kay walked in right now, there would be no excuses, no justification that she would believe because of the heavy way they were both breathing and staring each other down.
âFuckinâ hell,â Harry curses with a rasp, his fingertips pressing into her thigh, far enough from her injury that it doesnât hurt.
YN thinks heâs referring to where she had bumped her leg but when she follows his gaze, itâs on her center where sure as shit there was a spot of her arousal.
Her eyes widen, embarrassed by his find, embarassed by how much she wants his mouth there - sheâs never felt such a carnal craving like this before.
âIâŚâ YNâs voice is breathy, high-pitched as she swallows down a whine of pure desire and deep, aching want.
She finds herself burying her fingers in his hair, it was partially to ground her, mostly to guide him towards where his eyes were set.
YN has never, repeat never, been so brazen in her life.
Her brain had shut off the part of her that had morals.
Harry is leaning in as she tugs at the roots of his hair, closer to her center where the want for him was tangible but heâs suddenly jolting back.
âWe canât. You know that, pet,â Harry sits back on his haunches, he scratches his jaw before pushing himself up off the floor.
He runs his hand through his hair, stress visible in his features as they tighten and the smile he gives YN was strained - his dimples didnât pop.
âIâm sorry,â YN feels like a baby when her bottom lip starts to wobble, she should know better and it sucks how much she likes Harry.
âDonât cry, sâmy fault. Please donât cry, darling,â Harry voice is hushed but soothing, he steps forward but YN takes a step back.
âI need to go back to my room, okay? We can act like none of this happened,â YN is a shit friend, but how would she even explain this to Kay?
YN doesnât wait for a response, sheâs turning on her heel, and booking it out of the kitchen - straight towards her bedroom to scream into her pillow.
++
YN tries to stay out of the house for a few days, going out with friends, taking an overtime shift at work, anything to avoid seeing Kay and Harry.
However, her luck runs out on day four when sheâs comes home after her friend had to cancel plans due to a work thing and she had no choice but to head home.
Kay and Harry were on the couch, her feet were in his lap, and his hands were resting on her calves - there was no other cuddling and it looked rather platonic.
Neither of them look thrilled, but they at least give her a smile when she walks into the room.
While sheâs in the kitchen, mixing ingredients for a salad together, she can hear their hushed voices, and it sounds tense once again.
Kay is speaking a bit louder, Harry has a bite in his tone that she has never heard but she couldnât quite make out what they were talking about.
However, after another minute of their bickering, the front door shuts, and Kay is walking into the kitchen with an uneasy expression.
âI want to talk to you about something,â Kay starts as she sits on the countertop, her eyes only sporadically looking towards YN before darting away.
Oh shit, she knows.
She fucking knows.
YN is about to speak, to apologize, to grovel.
âThis is really out of the blue. I donât expect an answer from you right now or anything,â Kay is looking down at her hands, surprisingly vulnerable, âBut I have a major favor.â
âYou know I would do anything for you,â YN replies, putting down the mixing tongs and trying to regulate her irregular heartbeat from the spike in anxiety - this is where she gets caught, for what exactly, she doesnât know but what happened a few nights ago in the kitchen wasnât right.
âIâŚYouâre bisexual, right?â Kay is visibly nervous, her fingers were trembling, and she was about to bite a hole through her upper lip, trapped between her teeth.
âYes,â YN doesnât know where this was going.
Kay knew this.
Kay had met girls YN had gone out with as well as guys.
âIâŚFuck, just forget it,â Kay huffs out, acting like sheâs about to slide off the counter to leave.
âYou can tell me anything, come on,â YN reminds her, moving closer to rub her shoulder.
Kay looks at her hand on her shoulder, taking in a deep gulp before asking something that YN didnât see coming from a million miles away.
âI want to tryâŚbeing with a girl, you know? I just feel like thereâs no spark sexually between Harry and I. I felt like there wasnât one with a few of the last guys I dated too and Iâm starting to think Iâm the issue. Harry is gorgeous, sexy but I justâŚI donât have a desire to jump in bed with him.â
That makes one of us, YN thinks.
âKayâŚIâm not sure what youâre getting at,â YN pauses, she felt shaky now for a different reason.
âWill youâŚgod, this is so fucking lame but I trust you. I want to hook up with you,â Kay blurts out finally, eyes wide and unsure, she was being vulnerable right now like she didnât know how YN was going to respond.
YN swallows a gasp of surprise, of course itâs a surprise hearing that one of her best friends wants to sleep with her, to experiment.
âIs that what you and Harry were fighting about?â YN asks instead of giving her an answer, she needed more information before she said yes.
Kay was cute, attractive but wasnât YNâs type. It wouldnât necessarily be a hardship to hook up with her but she can say that it has never crossed her mind that she would want that.
âNot really,â Kay shrugs mulishly, âWe discussed it. He doesnât think that itâs a good idea that itâs with you, you know? But I feel comfortable with you, I donât want to go out and find a random girl to try it out with.â
YN flushes at the thought of her having this conversation with Harry, with Harry telling Kay that it wasnât a good idea, âHe wants you to go hook up with a random girl?â
âHe supports whatever decision I make to try to figure myself out a bit more. He didnât tell me I could or couldnât do anything but he wants to be there,â Kay adds another bombshell, like this already wasnât insane enough.
âWhat?â YNâs eyes were wide as saucers.
This had to be a prank.
This was not real life right now.
Kay laughs nervously, âI know itâs insane, okay? Harry and I arenât the norm though. Not at this point, I donât know what I want but I donât want to break up with him. Iâm being selfish and he for some reason or another loves me enough to see this through.â
The thought of Kay and Harry talking about love makes her stomach churn when she has no right to feel nauseous thinking about that.
âHe suggested I find someone we could have a threesome with,â Kay was finally starting to make more consistent eye contact but YN doesnât think sheâs ever seen her this unsure of herself as she picks at her bottom lip.
âAnd he is okay with it being me?â YN clarifies, itâs not for the right reasons, she wants to know that Harry wants her just as much - itâs not right.
âLike I said, he thought it would be better if it was someone less close but I always really thought that you were attractive andâŚyeah,â Kay trails off before actually answering the question, âHe said that if I ended up choosing you, that would be okay with him too. He didnât care either way.â
YN feels like an asshole for feeling disheartened about it, that he wasnât jumping on the chance to sleep with her without any strings attached, it made her feel a bit anger like he was leading her on but she was quite sure that she wasnât imagining things.
âIâll do it, yeah,â YN agrees with a wary smile, âAnything to help you out.â
âYouâre the best,â Kay squeals, suddenly excited and all the nervousness that had seemed to have left her body as she jumps off the counter, and very unexpectedly steps into YNâs space, cupping her cheeks, and bringing her in for a kiss.
YNâs freezes for a moment, just taken aback by the action but Kayâs lips are soft, she doesnât want to push her off and make her feel embarrassed, and it had been awhile since she had any intimacy so it wasnât unwelcome.
Kay tasted like something sweet as she parts her lips, YN finds herself slipping her tongue into her mouth, and though the feeling isnât nearly as fiery as it was when Harry just merely touched it, it still felt nice.
YN doesnât know how long they stay like that, YN with her hips pushed back against the countertop, and Kay boxing her in, hands not wandering much, keeping one of the side of her neck, and the other on the curved space between her ribcage and hipbone.
Long enough that someone clears their throat and makes them jump apart.
Harry.
He was back, with a bag of groceries in his hand, and a downright scary expression on his face.
His eyebrows are knitted tightly together, a crease in the space that exists, his lip was twitching to hide the way he was grinding his molars together but the flex of his jaw gave away what his was doing as he loudly lets the bag spill onto the table.
Itâs almost worse that he does not say anything or acknowledge it.
âIâm making eggplant parmigiana,â Is all the he says, without looking at either of them, and unloading this onto the countertop surface with a bit more force than necessary.
YN knew her lips were puffy, swollen from how into Kay had been.
It wasâŚnice but YN wasnât necessarily disappointed that they got interrupted either, she wasnât dying to do anything further either.
Not like how she would have done just about anything to have a few more minutes with Harry that night.
YN questions whether any of this was true, whether Kay really did discuss it with Harry because by the way his shoulders were bunched up and his movements were sharp and almost agitated, it really didnât seem like he was okay with sharing his girlfriend.
âIâm going to go out for a bit,â YN wasnât planning on it but she really didnât want to be in the middle of whatever conversation was about to happen.
âYN, no. You donât have to,â Kay starts to assure her, glaring over at Harry like she wants him to change his attitude but he doesnât look at either of them nor does he give any input as he starts to take items out of the bag.
âNo, I had plans already,â She lies, quickly retreating from the kitchen and into her bedroom.
Itâs no surprise when she hears their voices travel back towards her bedroom, theyâre not yelling at each other but itâs definitely not a gentle, easygoing conversation if the way it echoes is anything to go by.
YN frantically texts a few friends, begging to see if anyone was willing to go to eat or get drinks because she wanted to try to be out of the house as late as possible tonight, hopefully not getting home until both of them were asleep.
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YN is lucky enough that her friend, Mindy, invites her to tag along to a work outing that they were having to celebrate the startup companyâs anniversary.
It was at a bar in the middle of the city where the drinks were comped and it was easy to let the liquor slip down her throat, again and again as she took advantage of the free alcohol to ease the mindfuck that had happened to her earlier.
Did Kay really suggest those things?
Did Kay really kiss her?
YN drank until those questions became a bit quieter and she became a lot more fuzzy.
++
YN was still happily buzzed when she was dropped off by the uber at her apartment building's doorstep, not drunk enough that she stumbled as she made her way in but not sober enough that she didnât have to squint at the numbers on the elevator panel until they made sense.
YN was uncoordinated on a good day so any alcohol just made that amplified, it was a mission to try to riffle through her small clutch to find her housekeys - it was a tiny bag, where could they be?
She tries the doorhandle just to see if they had left it unlocked but they didnât which makes her thump her head against the wood of the door as she blearly brings her clutch closer to her face to dig through, her lip gloss falling to the ground.
âShit,â YN huffs as she leans down, hearing the click of the lock being turned and the door is opening.
YN stands up to see Harry at the door, a pissy expression on his face but he doesnât look like he has been sleeping despite the late hour, it had to be past two in the morning by this point because she truly did lose track of time.
He doesnât say anything but steps aside to let her in.
âYouâre killinâ my buzz,â YN grumbles as she steps through the doorway, leaning down to attempt to unstrap her heels but then she actually does trip over her own feet like a baby deer learning how to walk on new legs.
âIâm terribly sorry,â Harry replies in the most morbid, monotone drawl - not one ounce of sincerity in his voice.
When she stumbles again, Harry grips her arm, âEnough. Sit down. I donât need you getting injured for a third time for fucks sake.â
YN frowns, she doesnât like how cold and distant he sounds but she does like the pressure of his hand on her body.
She easily obliges, sitting down on the entryway bench, and he kneels down in front of her.
YNâs heart rate spikes because itâs extremely reminiscent of that night.
âKay kissed me,â YN blurts out, trying to keep her voice down, unsure of whether her friend was still awake but she highly doubted, she regrets the words as soon as they slip out, she didnât mean to throw her friend under the bus but she didnât want Harry to be mad at her.
Harry bites at the corner of his lip as he undoes the strap around the ankle of her right foot, slow and methodical, focused without looking up at her, âDid you want her to kiss you?â
YN is a bit taken aback by the sharpness of his tone.
When she doesnât respond, he blinks up at her from under his lashes, his eyes were unfairly pretty under the yellowish light from the fluorescents of the lamp on the entryway table - green with nearly golden specks, flickering through and highlighted.
âDid you want her to kiss you?â Harry repeats, cold, distant, nothing like his norm.
YN doesnât know how to reply.
Honesty is the best policy and the warm liquor that was running through her veins was helping the cause that would have normally been much harder for her to speak her mind. YN feels fat tears welling up in her eyes, the kind that sting, mixing her makeup into the saline that starts to make her blink furiously - using the heel of her palm to roughly swipe them away.
Harry slips off the first shoe, setting it neatly to the side before looking up at her again, waiting for the answer, âTell me.â
Her bottom lip wobbles, itâs hard to maintain the intense eye contact that he was giving her as she shrugs, mulish and unsure, âIt was unexpected.â
Harry seems to hesitate for a moment, âDid you enjoy kissing her?â
YN squeezes her eyes shut, hoping that Kay didnât hear, hoping that he didnât repeat this to Kay.
âIt wasnât bad,â YN skirts the question.
Harry puts his hand on her knee, gripping gently, âTalk to me. I know she threw a lot at you at once.â
âYou donât want me to be involved,â YN huffs, childishly enough like she was dealt an injustice.
Harryâs teeth grit like they did earlier, his fingertips pressing in slightly, âI never said that. I said it might not be the best idea because you two live together and are close. However, she clearly doesnât take my advice, stemming from the fact that she calls you her âbisexual awakeningâ.â
YN raises her eyebrows at that, Kay hadnât specifically said that, sure, she mentioned that she thought that YN was attractive but it had not been specifically mentioned that she had that much attraction towards her.
âWhat do you want?â YNâs nearly whispering now.
âIt doesnât matter what I want, itâs not about me,â Harry deflects, YNâs realizing that heâs really good at that.
âWhat did you think when you walked in and saw us?âÂ
âItâs not important. You agreed, right?â Harry clarifies, moving now to take off her other heel.
âI did,â YN swallows, blinking down at him, her heart felt like it was going to give out.
âYou know why I donât think itâs a good idea,â Harry meets her gaze again, intense and unwavering.
âYou just said because weâre close,â YN repeats what he had just said.
âThereâs a much bigger reason itâs not a good idea and you know that,â Harry face is serious, terse as he slips the strap from the small golden buckle. âSay it,â YN replies, unsure where the bravery came from, maybe she was just tired of him being constantly vague and noncommitall, âTell me why then. Spell it out.â
Harryâs eyes become stormier, he places the heel next to itâs pair before sitting up further, until he suddenly moves.
His hand coming up to cup her neck, just like Kay ahd done but it was with more intention, not the timidness or hesistaation that her friend had, this was pure confiddence as he uses his grip to pull her face closer to his.
YNâs lips instantly part in a surprise, quiet gasp, and instinctually she parts her legs to give him room to situate hiself in between her, to get closer.
His lips are just about to touch hers but then he stops, âThis is why it isnât a good idea.â
Then heâs pulling back, standing up, and stalking back down the hall away from her without another word.
What the fuck.
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An: you guys ate up my horny looser!ellie??!!??? Iâve been silently consuming Ellie Williams smut fan fiction for like a year now and itâs so silly and fun that I wrote something that made people horny. Swear Iâll write another one once I perfect the concept in my little Neanderthal mind.
Concept: there are so many distinct versions of Ellie on here that you guys write about, and I am so attracted to each and every one of them. This is kind of a conglomerate of some of my favorites.
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Hockeyplayer!ellie who calls you a puck bunny and smacks your ass when you ride her thick strap, sheâs got that hockey accent and it comes out stronger than usual when sheâs inside of you. She pumps hard cause sports have turned her into someone so cocky and vain. It makes it feel even better when she gets off the ice after a rough game, yanking jerseys and shoving players to protect her goal tender. she takes her mouth gaurd out and pumped full of the pride from her fresh win, she fucks you doggy style in the locker room with her jersey between her teeth exposing her flexing abdominal muscles. Insists on you wearing something cute, but not too slutty to her games because she doesnât need her teammates getting a peak up your skirt while theyâre waiting in the box by the stands.
Looser!ellie who whimpers when she pushes her fingers inside you for the first time, practically drooling while she heavy breathes. Sheâs got a shocked look on her face the whole time, taking in the smell and taste of pussy since shes never experienced it before. Her plaid boxers are soaked when you let her play with your cunt. she whispers things like âoh my fuckâ under her breath as she whines from the sight of your sloppy pussy swallowing her fingers. The first time you two properly made out and she got to grope your tits, she was literally eyes blown wide mouth open. Her voice cracked as she said âmm is this okayâ whimpering as she smooshed your tits together, SALAVATING at the sight. That night while you kissed sloppily she found herself rutting and against you in her jeans, she was so embarrassed but she just couldnât help it.
Toxic!ellie who wants you to know she could have anyone she wants, when you argue she sends you the old photos she has in her my eyes only, of her fucking girls like they were an expendable commodity. She knew youâd be too jealous not to forgive her, afraid sheâd go out and fuck some girl if you carried on pouting. While she pounds into you she presses down on your tummy, leans into your ear and sternly says âtake it bitchâ. You two were constantly on again off again, youâd make it a couple days without talking to her after your friends finally convinced you she was horrible for you, and to block her. then youâd get a text from a âtext nowâ number saying simply, âlet me the fuck in, Iâm at the side door.â She knows how addicted to her you are, and she makes sure to bring it up when sheâs slamming you into the mattress, ass bent over the bed, and ripping your skirt up over your legs. âYou know you canât go without this dick, can you?â Of course, you give into her mind games ân-no! Fuck, mmmm I canât go without itâ
Pornstar!ellie who knows your the real star of the show, makes sure the livestream gets a good view of your pussy as she rubs your clit, smacks it, and asks the chat a series of questions. âIsnât this pussy so prettyâ âwhat should I do to it ?â âHow long do you think sheâd last if I tied and vibed her today, I know you guys fucking love thatâ âshe wonât stop squirming, what should i do to make sure she sits still and shuts the fuck up, Iâm trying to filmâ
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kinktober | your woman - e.m.
kinktober day four - taped
pairing: eddie munson x plus size!reader
wc: 5.48k
summary: your little friends with benefits deal with eddie was more than you first intended. when eddie asks you if you'd be okay if he recorded the next time you guys hooked up, you were all in. but, you didn't think he'd end up with his phone camera recording himself asking you to be his girl. especially not in a guest room at robin's annual halloween party.
warnings: 18+ ONLY!, minors are never welcomed. jealous!reader, making a sex tape, fingering, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, raw penetration (p in v), *wrap it up fr tho.*, pet names, eddie being eddie
reblogs, comments and likes are so very much appreciated i hope everyone is enjoying this!
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EDDIE WAS ALWAYS INSATIABLE. in every way, of course. everything he wanted, he begged for. at least from you.Â
it wasn't like you two were a thing officially, it started in high school when the two of you were graduating. he came up to you at a party, being eddie's usual self and flirting with you. though you werenât receptive at first, it didnât mean you never would be.Â
so he kept trying, even after high school the fall after you two graduated, he found you at another party. neither of you went to college, but had mutual friends in college. so, that night you went to meet up with robin, he cornered you.Â
and also that night, started a year long relationship that had no title, no expectations. and even though you werenât sleeping with anyone else, and he wasnât sleeping with anyone else, you had a territorial problem.Â
so when eddie brought the subject up for the first time, you were all in. he didnât even have to beg you, he just asked and you told him he could any time. truthfully, youâd do anything he wanted to do.Â
he wanted to make a tape with you, but in general wanted to record you while he fucked you.Â
âdo you think, i donât know, would you be okay if i recorded you during sex?â he asked, abashedly. eddie didnât know if he even had the right to ask. he didnât even know what the two of you really were.Â
âyou want to record me while you fuck me?â you asked, making sure that this is what you were hearing.Â
âi do.â he smiled, nervously and excitedly when he noticed you didnât immediately shut it down.Â
âokay.â you smiled. he just swallowed, smiling and leaned over to kiss you.Â
itâd been a week since then, and when eddie finally saw you again it was the night of robinâs infamous halloween party she threw every year. the concept of recording you taking him in every way had been plaguing his mine, but tried to act completely normal at the same time.Â
which he managed. but he couldnât stop thinking about it.Â
to get into robinâs party, you had to wear a costume and of course eddie was excited about this. you on the other hand were a little dreadful.Â
âis this a kids party or what?â you mumbled as you adjusted your costume.Â
you chose to go as carrie. a long pink rose silk dress covered your body and hugged your curves softly, of course drenched in fake blood from head to toe with a prom queen crown sitting on your head. eddie had the pleasure of watching you douse yourself in said blood not even a few minutes ago, right after you pulled the pretty dress over your full figure.
of course you forgot to mention that when you werenât wearing a bra that night and just so happened to step out just in your panties to get ready, he had to be peeled off of you just so you could get ready.Â
another thing about eddie, he was a little obsessed with you.
âyou hate fun,â eddie tsked and adjusted his hair to be even more frizzy. of course eddie decided to go as eddie van halen, which you told him was maybe too literal.Â
âso what do you think of my costume?â eddie gleamed and you turned from the mirror to look at him.Â
âyou look like you did yesterday. you literally just look like yourself.â you deadpanned and he pouted. he was wearing a jean vest with no shirt underneath, brown leather skinny jeans and a bandana around his neck. you had to help him tease his hair to get it like the picture he showed you, but over all he just looked him himself but times ten.Â
âokay, but do i look hot? like, would you fuck me right now?â he asked and grabbed his guitar pick just to hold.Â
âyouâre gonna bring the guitar pick but not the actual guitar?â you said nodding to his wall, the dark red abstract guitar collecting dust.Â
âoh, sheâs not going anywhere tonight.â he replied and you shook your head.Â
âbut yes, eddie you look hot and i would fuck you right now. if we wouldnât be any later than we already are, come on let's go,â
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robin greeted you at the door of her new townhouse, excited for her housewarming party to turn into a halloween party.Â
âi thought couples usually match costumes.â robin teased as she pulled you away from eddie.Â
âweâre not a couple,â you said bitterly as she pushed past people drinking, smoking and dancing together under the blacklight and into the hospital lit kitchen.Â
âyou guys have come to every single one of my parties, together. you guys leave every single one of my parties, together. what do you call that?â she suggested over the loud music.
while she bickered you scanned over the house, the spacey living room that led into an archway to the kitchen. on the kitchen island were large bottles of alcohol pushed together in the middle of the marble, ranging from vodka to rum to tequila.Â
âweâre friends.âÂ
your hand went to grab the bottle of pink whitney, grabbing a little shot glass and pouring yourself one to the rim. robin grabbed one with a scoff and you poured her one, setting the bottle down and facing each other.Â
âto friends,â she said smugly. you just rolled your eyes.Â
âto friends,âÂ
it didnât take long for you to lose eddie at the party, as per usual. itâs always how it went, you and he would split up and hardly look each other's way, just to text each other when the other wants to leave and meet outside.Â
but today you were especially needy, and after roughly three cups of mixed drinks and many many shots, you rip away from robin and nancy to find him. it was dark, smokey and you were in need for something of eddie. weed, his hands, his voice.Â
you found him of course, but not like you expected. part of you expected him to be sitting in a corner with his friends smoking a blunt, which he was, but instead of just his friends he was the only one with a girl on his lap.Â
now he told you that he wouldnât mess around with anyone but you especially if he thought about wanting to go bare with you, but you didnât believe him.Â
the music was thumping and the alcohol made you feel a little better in terms of confidence, especially being in a silk dress with no bra and skimpy panties so there wasnât a panty line. you felt sexy, covered in blood with your hair down and as you came into his view, eddie took a drag of his blunt and looked you up and down.Â
his friends greeted you with enthusiasm, happy to see you again after being out of their company for so long. another thing was, regardless of who you were to eddie, his friends still loved you.Â
âhellooo,â you dragged but kept your eyes on eddie, and not the thin girl making her spot in eddieâs lap.Â
âcan i have a hit?â you kindly asked eddie, and the girl looked at you with an awkward smile.Â
âeddieâs a little busy right now, maybe you guys can smoke later?â the girl suggested and you looked at her, then looked at eddie.Â
you werenât expecting him to say anything. but a part of you wanted him to. you wanted him to feel the need to tell her that you were the one he was taking home that night, but he didnât.Â
âis that right eddie?â you asked, raising an eyebrow as you looked between the two.Â
âwe were just, uh, kinda talking?âÂ
you pinched your lips into a thin line and nodded, turning to one of his friends. his friends on the other hand were watching the interaction, waiting for the other shoe to drop and for you to curse eddie out.Â
you could see him gulp before you turned to one of his friends.
âcan i buy any from one of you?â you asked, ignoring eddie completely and watched as one guy you really didnât know the name of pulled out his fanny pack.Â
âhow much?â he asked and you walked to stand in front of him where he sat on a couch, and you sat knee to knee with him on the coffee table that held empty bottles and ash trays.Â
âmm, just enough for a joint.â you smiled. you could feel eddieâs eyes on you, burning into the side of your figure but you didnât acknowledge him. why would you?Â
you were used to being single, textbook single. single, nonetheless. you were quick to leave when things got stupid between you and eddie, not caring and not thinking twice. eddie knew that. heâd been on the shit end of the stick when he fucked up one too many times. being ignored by you, blocked and never putting up a fight because it was never worth it to you.Â
he wasnât going to ruin your night. not when the day was going so well, with him or not.Â
you watched his friend bag up the weed, and even give you a cigar wrap to roll it with. you go to take out the money you slipped in the cup of the dress that held your heavy breasts together, but he stops you.Â
âpretty girls donât need to pay, itâs on me.â he smiled, and you blushed. he was cute, not compared to eddie but definitely your type.Â
âwell,â you said as you took the baggie and the cigar packet and stood up in front of him, looking down, âcome find me later nâ maybe i can give you something to say thank you?âÂ
at this point, eddie was non-existent. you were focused on the man with black locs that were in slight waves, and stubble on his jaw.Â
âactually,â you paused and sat back down. âdo you think you can roll this for me?âÂ
eddie was fuming. the girl on his lap held his interest no longer, and his eyes were bored into the natural flow of your interaction with his buddy danny. you seemed genuinely interested, serious about wanting to give him a thank you gift.Â
he watched as danny took the baggie and started to roll for you, grinding the weed and putting it into the wrap, all while you watched. not once looking his way. soon, danny sealed the blunt and actually had the nerve to put the blunt between your lips and spark it himself.Â
you inhaled, exhaled the smoke in dannyâs face and leaned in close, close enough to smell the tequila on his lips, âthank you.âÂ
you got up with the blunt between your fingers and left, walking away back to the kitchen where nancy and robin resided. they were laughing in the corner as they passed a bottle between each other, and when you got closer they got excited and hugged you.Â
âyou got weed from eddie?â robin asked as she handed you the bottle and you handed her the blunt.Â
ânope.â you smiled and took a swig, having robin pass the blunt back to you. she looked at you quizzically.Â
âone of his friends. actually iâm going to need a ride home, eddieâs probably taking someone else home tonight.â you said nonchalantly, huffing and puffing on the blunt until the mix of tobacco and weed burned your lungs.Â
you didnât even get to take another swing of the bottle before the girlsâ eyes are looking up a little, and you feel a tug on your arm that yanks you back. you turn with the blunt between your lips and eyebrows pinched.Â
âare you fucking crazy?â eddie gritted, the grip on your arm only tightening when you breathe in the smoke and taking the blunt from between your lips with your other hand.Â
âcan you fucking let me go?â you snarled, ripping your arm from his grasp and walking backwards.Â
âwhatâs your issue?â he asks, and you pass the blunt to robin before you step closer to him.Â
âgo fuck her eddie. why are you bothering me when you have a really really pretty girl on your lap? werenât you just, uh, kinda talking?â you mocked, lowering your voice to match his. no one was paying attention to you, not even robin or nancy could hear you. instead they just moved further aside.Â
he just grabs you again, dragging you away from the kitchen and up the stairs to the first room he sees, which just so happened to be a guest room. he yanked you inside and locked the door, letting the only light shine being from outside and the little lamp on the bedside table.Â
âyou know i only take you home every night right? we leave every place we go to together, together. even if we donât go togetherâ youâre always back in my bed. you know i choose you.â he tried, but you werenât having it.Â
you were already irritated, the audacity for him to make you feel the way he did when he didnât shoo the girl off immediately.Â
âwhatever, i donât care. iâm not your fucking girlfriend so who cares? do whatever you want. iâm not arguing with you at a party. iâm supposed to be getting drunk, not standing here with you.â you said and tried to walk past him, but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you in front of him.Â
âyou want to be my girlfriend, baby?â he asked you as his breath fanned on your face.Â
you smiled sweetly. âno.â you crossed your arms over your chest and moved your head to the side.Â
âif i wanted a boyfriend, iâd probably choose the one who gave me free weed, not the one brushing me off for another girl.âÂ
he just chuckled darkly, grabbing you by your hips and leading you to hit the edge of the bed with the back of your knees. â i think youâre lying. you donât want him, sweet girl. i know you want me. why else would you be trying to make me jealous?âÂ
âiâm going home eddie,â you tried as he pushed you back by your shoulders so youâd land on the bed. you just propped yourself up on your elbows and watched him as he pulled his phone out and threw it beside you.Â
he crawled over you, lifting your dress by skimming his fingers up your leg and under the fabric to hike it up over your hip.Â
âif i asked you to be my girlfriend, would you say yes?â he asked, watching the dress pool around the fat of your hips, revealing the lacy red underwear you had on underneath.Â
you huffed, the cold air hitting your thighs when a breeze came in through the window. âno.âÂ
he sat straight up on his knees, still straddling you but now unbuttoning the leather jeans to slide them down to his knees.Â
âmmm,â he hummed as his cock strained against his briefs, palming himself over while you watched him. your mouth was salivating already, forgetting how you ended up here almost bare to him, but not questioning it. âi think youâre wrong. i think you would say yes,âÂ
he grabbed the string of your underwear and pulled it down your thighs, letting them fall as you wiggled your feet to drop them from your ankles.Â
âmaybe we should record this for evidence, just so you can watch it back and see why i think,â he paused and smiled, âwhy i know, youâd say yes.â he was smug, confident, and had you wrapped around his finger.Â
you knew your jealousy maybe mightâve been misplaced, projecting about the fact that you two werenât official and heâd never bothered to ask you either. you werenât really allowed to feel this way when he wasnât yours.Â
it just always felt like no matter what he did to piss you off or make you cry, youâd always be his.Â
he grabbed the phone, messing with the screen until the flash came on and stayed on. he never showed your face, only pointing the camera between your thick thighs when he shuffled downwards to spread your legs.Â
âlook at you,â he hummed, getting closer to your heat when he spread your lips, the flash making your slick glisten for him. you were leaking, your arousal dripping out of your hole as he recorded every second of it.Â
âeddie,â you whined, moving to close your legs but he pushes them apart, his camera getting a shot of your bare bottom half with the dress at your waist.Â
âwas my baby jealous tonight? you only want me to yourself?â he asked, inhaling the scent between your legs, âi did not know you could be so greedy,â he teased.Â
he let his phone record your cunt when he pushed two fingers into you and started to fuck your hole like that, purely because he wanted to feel how wet you were for him. you were soaking, your arousal leaking from your hole and around his fingers.Â
the phone was getting everything. the sounds of your cunt squelching around his fingers, the way your trimmed bush covered your mound, the way his fingers shone with your juices. he didnât even know where to look, the phone or the real thing. he chose the real thing, but looking at the phone periodically to make sure you were still in view.Â
âfuck, eddie,â you couldnât help but react to the stretch of his rough fingers, the ones that always wrapped around your throat when he fucked you on your back, or the ones that held your hand to help you down the stairs.Â
you were still aware that there was a party going on downstairs, still smelling weed smoke and the alcohol on your breath, but too focused on the fact that eddie was recording your every movement.Â
his fingers fucked you gently, not nearly as rough as he would, and you whined in reaction. eddie just watched you throw your head back when he stopped recording and threw the phone next to you, moving to let his tongue run over your cunt. his fingers kept you spread while he lapped at your hole, but you knew he was rushed.Â
eddie was too excited to finally record you, to finally have something he can watch over and over again until youâre able to satiate his craving for you again. he loved you like this, jealous and bothered by the fact that the two of you had no ties together.Â
eddie wanted ties. but you didnât seem like the type to want that. at least, he thought so.Â
âget on your hands and knees, do that for me,â eddie said in the usual rasp he had after he smoked, and you opened your eyes at the loss of contact to look at him.Â
you were breathless from the sliver of pleasure he gave you, and needy for the hardness under his briefs. but you did it quick, sitting up and moving your body to get on your hands and knees except instead of holding yourself up on your hands, you grabbed a pillow and used it to rest your head on so that your ass was in the air for him.Â
the silk rose dress that was drenched in blood just pooled at your waist, letting you expose both holes to him, wet and needy. eddie frantically looked for the phone again, grabbing it and went back to the recording screen.Â
âfucking shit,â he whispered, the flash letting him see all of you. your holes were throbbing, aching for him to fill and take his spot that practically had his name branded on.Â
regardless of titles, you were his. even if he wasnât yours.Â
âeddie,â you whined as your cheek pressed into the pillow, feeling his hand spread you open to the cool air, and to the camera of his phone.Â
âwhat is it, baby? you need me? wanna show my camera how fucking needy you are?â he taunted as he landed a spank on your ass cheek, of course eddie recorded him play with you as he liked.Â
as he pulled your round ass cheeks apart and spit on your puckered hole, moving the camera to show his thumb rubbing the rim of your asshole, and moved to press into it while you flinched at the touch.Â
âeddie, what the fuck,â you gasped as you felt his thumb slide into the tight hole with restraint, feeling an odd pressure that soon turned into the pleasure of something being filled.Â
youâd take what heâd give you, because the entire recording thing was for his pleasure. you knew he wanted to get every angle, every scenario, every moment of you naked and aching for him so he didnât have to imagine your sinful activities together ä¸ he could just open his photos app and watch as he tore you apart.Â
he slid his thumb in and out of your hole as slow as possible, and you heard the mattress squeak and felt it dip, not feeling eddieâs clothed thighs behind yours anymore. they were naked, skin to skin and you felt the phone thud next to your leg, his thumb still curled inside of you when you felt his wet tip hit your cunt. you couldnât help the gasp that left you, and you waited for the pressure to stretch you out, but it never came.Â
so when you tried to push your hips back onto him, he gripped your asscheek to spread it and hold you there.Â
âuh-uhn, you have to wait.â he said and you let out a cracked whine, and then saw the flash turn on again.Â
eddie had the phone in his hand above you, up to his chest to get all of your curves, the bareness up to the middle of your back where the blood-soaked dress sat, and his tumb still wet and sliding in and out of you.Â
âyou want my dick, baby?â he asked, recording you wiggling your ass and trying to sink onto him.Â
âplease, eddie, donât tease me,â you whined, lifting yourself up just a tiny bit to look over your shoulder, getting a hard glimpse of eddieâs sinister smile, watching through the screen of his phone.Â
âtell me, tell me you want it and itâs yours,â he demanded softly. it was a simple demand with heavy baggage to it.Â
âi want it, please i want your dick so bad, please give it to me,â you whined beautifully, eddie realizing heâd get to hear you like this all over again whether itâd be on his phone or in person.Â
the sensation of being recorded while in your most vulnerable state sent shockwaves to your cunt, and he felt your hole clench around the small of his tip. it was so erotic, so exposing, and the simple act alone meant there was more trust you put into eddie than the both of you realized.Â
youâd trust eddie with your life, and when he finally sinks into your tight hole, you realize there wasnât anyone else youâd rather trust with your body, your mind, your image.Â
âmy f-â you sputtered, the single sound of trying to say fuck dragging out when eddie groans behind you.Â
eddie was catching everything, and for some reason watching himself stretch you out around the girth of his cock made him bite into his lip hard enough to draw blood.Â
âfuck baby, you look so fucking good,â he said breathlessly, âlike you were fucking made to be on camera,âÂ
he drew in and out of you, each time admiring the way you molded around him, how your skin was littered with little beauty marks and stretch marks. he could say he was in love with you, but you might reach back and try to slap him.Â
he bottomed out, his balls slapping against your cunt with each stroke and groaned with every clench. eddie recorded all of it, and let the camera catch the way your slick was gathering in a ring around his cock. he was high off of you, delirious from how you felt squeezing him like you did.Â
he felt like he was gonna go insane with how you moaned and whined for him in every way.Â
âeddie, eddie, eddie,â you chanted in moans, responding to the way he made you so full. so full of him.Â
your hand reached down blindly as you face planted into the pillow, moving your head to the side and finding where his cock slid in and out of you. eddie saw you start to position yourself to touch your clit, and moved the camera to the underside, capturing the way you rubbed your clit for him from below. he could feel the tips of your fingers brushing against the shaft of his cock, and he let out a throaty, cracked moan.Â
he moved his camera back to your spread cheeks and noticed how you started to bounce back on him, spreading your legs wider to be more accessible for him. by now, you completely forgot how you got here. you forgot that you were at a house party, robinâs house party with people walking up and down the stairs to go to restrooms and find their own vacant room.Â
it was exhilarating, and you wanted more so you started to meet the rhythm of his thrusts. you were able to feel him everywhere, deep inside to the point your legs felt like they were trembling already.Â
before you could move your hand anymore, eddie managed to grab your arms and place them at your back to grip them by your wrists. your hair was a mess, the prom queen crown laying on the mattress beside you, and tears forming in your eyes when you felt your cunt clench continuously around him.Â
eddie wasnât missing anything. he had it all on tape, filming every moment of you squeezing around him. you consumed him completely, and the feeling of you so snug around him and realizing no one else would ever be able to have you like this â it was pushing the feeling in the pit of his stomach.Â
âtell me baby,â he said in a huff, âtell me youâre mine, this pussyâs mine,âÂ
you cried at his words, feeling his pace pick up and the force of his thrusts becoming harder. it was nudging the inside of your cervix, pressing at your spot that he knew all too well. he was so much to take, too much to not feel pleasure and the prick of pain. it was everything to you.Â
âyou know this pussyâs mine. you want me tell everyone youâre my fucking girl?â he grunted, the phone becoming hard to focus on as he remembered why he was doing this in the first place.Â
âyes! eddie, yes! i want it, please,â you confessed, desperate for a release. he restrained you as his hips snapped against yours, the sound of wet skin emanating in the room. loud enough for anyone outside the door to hear.Â
but you didnât care.Â
eddie let go of your wrists and curled his body over yours for his stomach to touch your back, reached the phone around to the front of your face. he used his free hand to grab the base of your throat and pull you up just a little more so the camera got to see all of it.Â
âthatâs right, princess, say it again for me, think i need to hear it again,â he teased breathlessly. you didnât even know how he was able to talk so much with how heavy he was breathing over you.Â
the feeling of his palm on your throat with his fingers on the sides made your cunt clench again and he just chuckled, moving his hand from your throat to grab your hair. he yanked your head back softly and pulled you up to where you tried to grasp for the blanket, but instead settled to rest on his thighs that held you in place.Â
âiâm your girl, âm yours, please âm yours,â you whined. eddie could feel the vibration against his palm and his cock twitched at your words.Â
he felt his release begging, and you were holding on for as long as you could until he tells you to cum. he knew that too, and he took advantage of it.Â
âyou sound so pretty baby, my pretty fucking girlfriend. all fucking mine, goddamn,â he said and buried his face in your neck, ignoring the burn in his arm for holding the phone far at an upper angle to get all of you.Â
âmine?â you choked, wanting to ask a certain question but couldnât form the words through your moans and sobs.Â
you didnât think heâd understand, but by the innocent, curious, desperate tone in the moan you choked â he did.Â
âiâm yours baby, of course iâm fucking yours, âm all yours,â eddie heaved buried in your neck, his hand twisted in your hair to rest your head on his shoulder.Â
you were bent in odd angles that nobody has ever put you in before, no one had even bothered to take you out of doggy style. not to mention that he was recording every minute of it, not even knowing how his phone hadnât died yet.Â
but this was intoxicating. you were addicted and couldnât get off of him, even if you tried.Â
you were desperate. but you were only desperate for him. and through each moan he coaxed out of you, forced out of you by the abruptness of his thrusts â he knew.Â
ââm gonna cum, eddie, gonna cum for you,â you whined at the ceiling, your eyes dropping with every frantic thrust his hips provided. it was too much, everything was too much.Â
before eddie could even speak, he dropped the phone on the mattress and let go of your hair, wrapping both arms around your waist and making you sit on his lap practically. he was fucking up into you as your body leaned into his and shook, squirming in his grip as you cried and moaned.Â
the pulsing around his cock only made him grunt, letting his forehead hit your shoulder until it perked up again at your words.
âcum inside of me, please, please cum inside,â you begged as you felt his thrusts and rhythm breaking, recognizing the sound of his voice and the moans he was making that he was close.Â
eddie panting in the crook of your neck, and you could still feel the sensation of his balls slapping against your cunt until he stilled inside of you. his cock twitched, and you felt heat spread within your pussy, ropes of his release filling you.
the full sensation was overwhelming, so much that your legs started to tingle again as you could start to feel the tip of his cock nudging you inside.Â
you were full of him, all of him and he sank his teeth into the arch of your neck as if he were a vampire, biting down until his hips stopped the stutter.Â
âmmmmm,â you hummed, letting your body slump against his. you were still half dressed, the pink silk still at your waist and you were praying that the fake dried blood on your body didnât get on the sheets.Â
your eyes fluttered closer, sulking in the warmth of his arms as the breathing between you two began to regulate. but eddie needed to get you in his bed as soon as possible. though he really loved the sex, his second favorite was having you curled into his body while he held you tight.Â
âmm-mm, no, you gotta get up and get dressed so we can go back to mine,â he said as he finally pulled out of you, bending you over again to have you face down and supporting yourself on your knees.
âeddie, wait,â you budged, thinking he was going in for another round. heâd have plenty of time as your boyfriend to go rounds, just not tonight.
âhold on babe, i have to get the money shot,â he said in a lighthearted tone, fully serious and grabbing the phone to quickly open the camera again and take a video up close of your hole pushing out most of what he released inside of you. you squirmed and whined as the cool air hit your wetness, but he enjoyed it even more.Â
âfuck me,â he said in a breath as he held your ass open, and let out a whistle,
 âso are you really my girlfriend or were you just saying that?âÂ
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(In Your) Arms Tonight - 1/2
summary: Hypothesis: If he (Wade) turns off the AC, then they (Wade and Logan) will have no choice but to strip naked and end up sticky and gross and hard together!
That's what he was taught in middle school, right?
pairing: Logan Howlett x Wade Wilson / Worst Wolverine x Deadpool
word count: 1.3k
warnings: MDNI 18+, Wade's POV-ish, blood mention, knife mention, beer mention, Wade's fuckin horny and thirsty y'all, pining, cursing, claws, Wade is looking â¨respectivelyâ¨, crude humor and language, slight Deadpool and Wolverine spoilers, no smut (yet, sorry)
a/n: AUGH DONT LOOK AT ME (actually please do I cannot hold this in any longer.) currently part one of two parts. posting the first one now as I am currently traveling for work and won't be back until beginning of September and then part two will be out when i either A. Get home or B. Finish it and format it in between running around like a chicken with my head cut off. Please be patient with me! I will not tolerate "whEreS PaRt Two?Âż??" when I literally just told you. Hope y'all enjoy one of the many products of my brain rot. More to come in due time â¨
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PART ONE | PART TWO
The abs are great. More than great, actually. In fact, they're all Wade thinks, dreams, and fantasizes about. All day, everyday, non-fucking-stop. The moment replays over and over in his fucked up noodle brain like a scratched record. He knows muscle memory is a thing, but what about salivatory memory?
Christ. He's gotta get a grip instead of getting hard.
But what about when Logan isn't flexing hard enough to rip his goddamn suit off?
Wade notices Logan becoming more relaxed around the apartment as the days pass. Adjusting to his new life, coming out of the bedroom earlier than he has to on days when he gets a turn to sleep on a real bed. It's Sofa City most of the timeâ which he really doesn't mind, he almost prefers it most of the time (since it's in clear sight of the front door) but Wade more often than not likes to insist they share his 'much-too-big-for-lil-old-me' twin XL mattress that's seen more stains than sex in the last year alone.
Logan's compromise is he'll take the bed and Wade the couch half the time. Alone. They're still working on the negotiations of said compromise, but the juryâ Blind Alâ is still out on recess.
Once he's more settled in, Logan learns that it's okay to kick off his boots and put his feet up. It's not often, but enough that Wade silently wishes he'd rest those big meaty calves on his lap instead. He's been needing a new weighted blanket and Adamantium-coated tibias and hairy legs are so in right now.
Logan doesn't know it, but Wade secretly plays 'ohmygodhetotallylookedatme' whenever he so much as catches a glimpse of Wade oggling at him in his peripherals. Wade can't help it when Broody and the Beast's ribbed white muscle shirt pulls taut against those deliciously plump pecs that he silently prays it'll burst off again. Or he'll rip it off. Or Logan will rip it off. For him.
A boy can dream.
It's especially hard to win at 'OMGHTLAM' when Logan accessorizesâ AKA throwing on whatever flannel is in rotation out of the several he finds at the thrift store a few blocks over. Wade feels his throat tighten like his jeans do when Logan wears the forest green one. Really brings out his eyes.
And smile. And lips. Andâ
It's still summer, so on the hotter days, when sweat glistens on his brow and Wade desperately wishes to be the back of Logan's hand, the tank top comes off. All Logan's sweaty, gloriously muscular body has on is a wonderfully worn-in pair of jeans with the hem of black briefs poking out behind the denim waist.
Do they have AC? Yes. Because Wade would have to plan a funeral for Al if they didn't.
But when she's out and about, he likes to turn it off and let the New York heat wave run its course. Sure, it leaves him sticky and gross, but he'd rather be sticky and gross and hard when he can help it.
Luckily, Blind Al is gone for the whole weekend. Some girls trip or a drug mule job. Same difference.
Hypothesis: If he (Wade) turns off the AC, then they (Wade and Logan) will have no choice but to strip naked and end up sticky and gross and hard together!
That's what he was taught in middle school, right?
With the push of a button and a sprinkle of patience, Logan is splayed out on the couch in a matter of hours with a lukewarm beer in hand while fighting his eyelids from dozing off to some random war documentary. Sweat beads on his temples and there's a slight sheen to his skin from his biceps to the lower V pointing down to between his thighs. He chuckles every so often, mumbling things to himself between swigs of beer and shaking his head when the narrator gets something 'wrong.'
Wade busies himself in the kitchen but his eyes are permanently glued to his roommate. He doesnât miss the way Logan's stomach rises and falls gently, the rock-hard six pack softening into rolling hills of muscle with a layer of dark hair covering as much surface area as immortal-like hormones will allow. Grown out beard, chops, and messy hair really throw the whole look together; very 2000s, if you ask Wade. His pecs look just as soft as a pair of titties, if not softer, and Wade knows it. He'd do anything to lay his perfect little head on Logan's chest. Maybe lick it too, if he's a good boy.Â
Logan perks up suddenly from the couch.
Oh God did he say that out loud?
"Wade?"
Wade doesn't hear him. Can't hear him. Half-refuses to hear him, honestly. Daydreaming takes up a whole lotta brain power and this show isn't running itself. Economy, budget cuts, unprecedented times. You know the shtick.Â
"Wade."
Nothing but a bead of drool comes out of Wade's mouth.Â
Suddenly, there's a crash right behind Wade's head and now he's awake. He whips around to the ale-spattered wall behind him and back to Logan, who's now standing with claws drawn and chest heaving.
Wade swears he's blushing.Â
Eyes wide and brow standing up straight like his good little soldier, Wade looks down at the counter before him to find a bloodbath of a scene: one hand's on a knife while the other spews blood all over the yellowed counter tops; there's remnants of a carrot that was finished five minutes ago, followed directly by remnants of fingers cut down to the last fucking knuckle and slice marks beginning down the back of his hand.
Wade holds up his spurting stump, gashed artery doing a spot-on impression of Ol' fucking Faithful.
"Oh. Huh. Thought I smelled something," he says, staring at his now-tingling hand. Baby fingers for the rest of the night were so worth the staring contest with Logan's beautiful body.
"Fuckin' idiot," Logan mutters, sheathing his claws and striding over to the hall closet to grab a towel. Wade's already stopped bleeding, but just because they might be immune to bloodborne pathogens doesn't mean Al is.
"Gahâ get back, damn mutt." Logan shoos Dogpool out of the kitchen to prevent her from lapping up her papa's bodily fluids. He throws the towel in Wade's face and goes to grab the bleach out of the cupboard under the sink. Logan learned very quickly where to find it the first time this happened a month or two ago.
"Sorry baby, Mommy's got a boo-boo and Daddy's just trying to help," Wade coos at Dogpool. "You're too good to me, peanut. Someone oughta wife ya up before I do."
Logan responds with a scowl as he tosses the carrots out and tries to keep the counter from staining. "Why th'fuck did you do that?"
"It was time for a new hand. Old one was so last season."
Wade mops up the blood from his arm and wraps the towel onto his head like he's just gotten out of the shower. Holding up his regenerating stump, he poses like a cover model for Vogue.
"Whatcha think, peanut?" He strikes another pose. "Is this doing anything for ya, big boy?"
Logan grunts as he tosses a wad of paper towels into the trash can. He turns to leave the kitchen, eyes flicking to Wade. It's the quickest once over ever, but Wade sees it. Commits it to memory while he pulls a Flashdance in a chair from the kitchen table and follows Logan's denim-clad ass as it sways off to the bathroom.Â
"'M gonna go shower. Don't wait up,â Logan calls before shutting the door and locking it.Â
Sighing, Wade looks down at his crotch, pants tent pitched higher and tighter than a first-timer on Everest.
Good thing he's ambidextrous.
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Ruin the friendship.
Ellie Williams x Female reader
Summary: Ellie and you are best friends since you were teenagers. You never kept a single secret from her, and you have âhelpedâ each other out to get the girls youâve been interested in⌠but she has been lying to you. So, one day, you guys get stoned, and she blackmails you to fuck her. Could you ruin the friendship?
WARNINGS: domÂĄ reader x subÂĄ Ellie, strap mention, weed usage, oral, dirty talk, fingering, begging, degrading (slut, whore), edging, pet names (good girl, princess).
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Ellie and you are best friends since you guys were 13 years old. You met in school and immediately clicked once you found out you were both into soccer and started practicing together.
It has never been a secret that you like girls, you told Ellie about your first kiss story the second day you met. And she also confessed you that she has always been into girls. Being queer is one of your favorite topics to talk about.
Ellie has always had game, and also you. You usually help each other out to get girls. If a cutie catches your eye, you immediately tell Ellie about it, you canât keep your mouth shut around her, and sheâs always happy to help you grab the courage to talk to them, and viceversa.
Today is gonna be a good day. Itâs Saturday, and both of you were invited to the quarterbackâs birthday party at 9 pm.
You check the hour in your phone. Itâs 7:30. âFuck. Iâm gonna be late.â - you mutter. Youâre wearing pijamas, because youâve been laying in bed all day, watching tiktoks, and wasting your time.
But you have to pick Ellie up. Youâre late.
You quickly dress up, putting on your black worn out jeans, black converse, black T- shirt and a Leather jacket. Full black is never a crime.
You pick up your keys and rush out of home, not saying goodbye to your parents.
You get inside your car and speed up to get to Ellieâs house, so you decide to call her.
âWaddup els? You ready? Iâm on my way.â - you say as soon as she picks up.
âYou have to be kidding me. I forgot.â - She mutters through the phone, with a low tone and a sleepy voice.
You frown.
âWhat the fuck Ellie. Are you sleeping or something? Get the fuck up. Iâm literally 4 blocks away.â
âShit. Wait.â - She says, and like that, she hangs up. She always does that.
You throw your phone in your backseat, and arrive to her place.
You get out of the car, and knock on her door, loudly.
âEllie!!!!â - You yell.
âIâm coming!â - She yells back from her window.
So you wait, until sheâs ready, right outside her door.
And just like that, after waiting for 15 fucking minutes, she opens the door.
âHello there.â - She says, smirking. Sheâs wearing a green flannel, blue jeans and a black beanie.
âYou made me wait too much, I thought weâd agree youâd be ready by 8 pm. But letâs go.â - You say and she nods, following you as you hop in the car.
You start driving and look at her again. She never fails to look amazing. She has this weird ass smile and look in her face. But she looks pretty cute.
âYou look good.â - You compliment your friend.
âAnd you look like shit.â - She says back and laugh.
âCan you stop messing with me for one second, Ellie?â - You say, as you roll your eyes.
âNo. How could I even do that? BesidesâŚadmit that I look better than you right now. Iâm gonna get all the bitches for sure.â - She says, with a cocky smile on her face.
âBye.â - You reply. âBet Iâll get more girls than you but okayâŚâ
She rolls her eyes. âWeâll see.â - She says and keeps looking at you.
She has always thought you were pretty attractive though. She has always liked the way your lips form a smile, and your glances, and your style, and your beautiful eyes, and your handsâŚeven more when you guys are playing video-gamesâŚand the way youâre all focused, and get pissed when you lose. She loves that.
Sheâs a total tease, and loves to mess up with your mood, just for funâŚbecause sheâs your best friend.
She looks at you while your eyes are focused on the road. Her eyes travel to your hands, and how they squeeze the wheel. She bites her lip. She canât help but squeeze her thighs. She imagines the things those hands do to other girls.
And suddenly sheâs frowning.
DamnâŚwhy is she thinking about her best friend like this?
âYou good? Youâre too quiet.â - You say and that makes her flinch out of her thoughts.
âYeah yeah. Are we almost there?â - She asks, as she clears her throat.
âMhmm.â - You say.
You see all these random people getting inside of the birthday boyâs big house and you park somewhere near the house.
âCâmon els.â - You tell her and she walks with you.
The place is too crowded. Thereâs too many people, and theyâre already drinking like thereâs no tomorrow. The whole place smells like smoke and weed.
âGodâŚI hope I can smoke some weed today.â - She says loudly, but you can still her through the music.
âYeah? You brought some?â - I ask her.
âNo. But I might know someone that has that.â - She says and winks.
This is gonna be fun.
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The party keeps on going. You donât know what time it is, but youâve had a few drinks and you donât care.
You and Ellie have been dancing together the whole night, jumping around, and laughing.
âFuckkkkkkkkkâŚ.â - She says. âIâm having so much fun right now.â - She confesses, laughing.
âMe too!!â -You say smiling. âWe havenât even been on the pretty girls around.â - I joke.
She stops smiling.
âYeah. Right.â - She says.
Suddenly, I see a pretty girl, looking at me. Sheâs drinking, and dancing with her friends, but sheâs smirking at me. Sheâs wearing a tiny little black dress that reveals a little, and leaves a lot to the imagination.
Ellie makes me come back to reality.
âWhat are you looking at?â - She says, standing in-front of me with her arms crossed.
âThat girl is cute, ainât she?â - I say, pointing at her and she waved at us.
Ellie rolls her eyes.
âNo, sheâs not.â - She blurts out. Sheâs drunk.
âOh câmon Ellie! Sheâs so our type.â -You tell her, expecting a smile or a laugh from her but she just stays serious.
âNot my type.â - She says, grabs my hand and starts dragging me to the kitchen.
âUmâŚsince when are you not into hot femsâŚâ - You say, weirded out.
She ignores your comment, and takes a little bag out of her pocket.
Joints.
âHoly fuck. When did you get that?â - I ask her in surprise. You were next to her the entire timeâŚ.Maybe she bought them when she went to the bathroom.
âDonât ask. Want some?â - She says, and takes a puff out, as she puts the little bag in her pocket.
âYeah.â - I say and try to grab the joint out of her hand, but she grabs my wrist tightly.
âNo. Not here.â - She says, too serious. Her eye contact is too fucking intense.
âWellâŚwhere then?â - I ask. âWeâre literally in somebody elseâs house right now.â
She doesnât say a word and grabs your wrist to drag you somewhere again.
âWhat the-â
âShut up.â - She says, and takes me to somebodyâs dorm room in the house.
âUmâŚâ - You say, and she lets you go to close the door behind you.
âWanna smoke with you. But not in-front of everyone.â - She says as she sits on the bed and you sit on a chair, that is close by the bed.
âCome closer.â - She says, and takes the lighter out of her pocket to light the cigarette.
You get up and walk towards her to sit next to her as she takes the first hit. She looks like sheâs really enjoying it, inhaling the substance and looking directly in your eyes while she exhales it.
âMay I?â - You say, putting your hand on her hand, to take the joint.
âMhm.â - She says, and you take it out of her mouth, and inhale. Sheâs looking at how you take your time smoking it.
âWhy are you so serious Ellie?â - You ask her. âYou mad or something?â
You feel certain tension between you two. Something you havenât felt. Ever.
-âNo. âm not.â - She says as she looks at your hand, offering the joint back to her. âWhy would I be mad?â - She says, and inhales.
âUmâŚI donât know. You tell me. Have I done something wrong?â - You ask, concerned. You care about her. âWas it because I rushed you to be ready when I picked you up?â
âNo.â - Is all she says.
You look down. Sheâs definitely acting fucking weird.
âTell me Ellie.â
âNo. Iâm good.â - She hums.
âWas itâŚbecause I had more game than you today?â - You smirk, remembering the cute girl that was looking at you and expecting her to react somehow. But she doesnât.
âDonât bring that shit up.â - she says.
âOh so itâs thatâŚâ - You say, and take a hit.
She stays quiet.
âTalk Ellie. Fucking talk.â - You say, now getting a little bit annoyed.
âYeah. Itâs about her.â - She says, making eye contact with you the entire time.
âFuckâŚyou like her or something? Ellie, I would never get in between you an-
âI donât want her looking at you.â -She cuts you off.
What.
âUm.â That caught you off guard. âI meanâŚis she mean? Or is she a bad person? Youâve never been worried about who I mess around withâŚâ - You say and she chuckles.
But that little laugh sounds sassy as fuck.
âI just donât want her around you.â - She confesses.
Deep inside she feels like sheâs saying too much, but she doesnât really care anymore. She admits to herself that she has been swallowing her jealousy when you bring a girl into the conversations. Sheâs been trying to âhelpâ you, while she threatens the girls you like, only for them not to call you back, or show up in the dates.
Sheâs been trying to fucking cockblock you, and you have no fucking idea why every girl you flirt with has been ignoring you after having sex.
âShe might just be like all the girls you know?â She says, smirking. âAnd leave you waiting.â
That hurts your ego.
âShut the fuck up.â - You say, a little pissed.
âYou should listen to me, and stop fucking with all these girls, if theyâre gonna keep leaving.â - She says, hiding her true intentions with you.
âYouâre a fucking bitch for bringing this up. They like me!â - You reply.
âDo they?âŚâ - She pauses. âMaybe you just donât fuck them good enough.â
Oh.
âThe fuck did you just say?â - You say. Youâre mad and that has her smirking like crazy. Sheâs playing with you, and you have no fucking idea.
âYou heard me angel.â
That makes your head ring.
âMaybe you just donât fuck them good enough. Your stroke game is weak? Maybe you donât have them squirming beneath you like you should, and thatâs why they goâŚâ - She teases.
You cross your arms.
âFuck you. I fuck them real good.â - You say and that makes her clench her fists.
She doesnât like the thought of you fucking another girl. Making them squirt all over your strap, making them scream your name in pleasure. She swallows her feelings and says:
âTalk your talk. But Iâve heard them talk.â She lies. âPoor you, thinking you actually made them cum.â
âFucking shut up.â - You say.
âOr what?â - She replies, and smirks.
Oh my god. Sheâs insane.
If she wasnât your best friend, youâd probably be fucking her dumb like a slut right now, and proving her wrong. But she doesnât mean it like thatâŚDoes she?
I mean, Sheâs fucking hot, but sheâs not really your typeâŚ.
Masc lesbian? Dominant in bed? A fucking tease?
NahâŚyou like pretty, bratty, submissive girls.
You flinch when you feel her hand on your thigh, and you look at her tattooed arm, and how she starts tracing circles with her thumb on it.
Fuck.
Why did that make your fucking pussy throb?
How could you fuck her? You could never ruin such a beautiful friendship like this, could you?
âWhat are you doing?â - you blurt out. You canât think straight. Your best friend is literally touching your leg right now.
âI donât know. What am I doing?â - She teases, with her hand still on your thigh.
âEllieâŚâ You start saying but she cuts you off.
âYou know what? Maybe you should just..,get your reputation back, you know?â - She says and you raise your eyebrow.
âWhat?â - You say, truly confused.
âYeahâŚyou knowâŚmaybe I could tell them you can actually fuck.â - She says looking at her own hand on your thigh now, as she brings it closer to your crotch.
The way sheâs touching you has your pussy clenching. And you hate it.
Or do you?
âYeahâŚyou should tell them thatâŚâ - You hissďżźďżź.
âMhm..â - She says. âBut what will I get in return?â
Woah.
âUhâŚwhat? What do you mean by that Ellie?â - You say, when Iâm the back of your head, and by the way sheâs touching you, you know what she wants.
âFuck me.â Thatâs it for you. âFuck me good, and Iâll tell everyone that talks shit about you that youâre a god in bed.â
Sheâs fucking lying. Everyone says youâre good in bed, but she just needs you so bad. And she knows your ego is easy to hurt. Sheâs gonna get what she wants.
âYouâreâŚyouâre out of your fucking mind Ellie.â - You say, but then you feel her hand on your crotch. Touching you the way youâve never thought youâd be touched by her.
And it has you fucking aching.
âYeah? Am I? Iâm just sayingâŚIf you wanna get your stupid reputation backâŚyouâre gonna have to fuck me.â - She says, confident.
You look at her green eyes, the way her lips form a devilish smile and you wanna throw yourself at her.
Whatâs wrong with you?
âFuck it.â - You finally say, as you grab her face and kiss her.
She moans into the kiss, and hums as she puts her hands on your waist.
You deepen the kiss, forcing your tongue inside of her mouth and she gladly takes it. Making out with you.
This feels good. Too fucking good, youâre a soaking wet mess, and you just wanna know if she is too.
You move your hand to her jeans, and quickly unbutton them, with one hand. Sliding your fingers inside of her boxers.
Sheâs soaked.
âFuck.â You mutter on her lips. âFucking wet already? Huh? Wanted me to fuck you so bad?â - You say and she nods in response.
âDonât pretend like you arenât fucking drenching for me too, bitch.â - She talks back.
âOh yeah? You wanna talk back huh?â -You say, as you slide a finger inside of her with no warning, and you start plumping them in and out of her.
She moans in response and throws her head back.
âCat got your fucking tongue huh? Gonna make you shut the fuck up.â - You say.
You enjoy being rough with her, and by the way sheâs clenching your fingers, you can tell she likes it too.
You throw her on the bed and take her jeans off, leaving her with her boxers on.
You get on top of her kiss her neck, and all of her body.
You trail little kisses on her cleavage, down to her stomach and sheâs a whimpering mess.
âWant me to taste you?â - I say.
âLick my fucking pussy already.â - She replied boldly.
Alright.
You lick her perfect belly, and position yourself in between her legs, and you decide to keep teasing her. She deserves it.
You pull her boxers down a little bit, revealing her little clit, and smirking at how wet she is.
âFucking whore. You just wanted me to fuck you dumb didnât you?â - You say, and before she can say anything, you put your tongue on her clit, and start tracing little circles with it, you flick your tongue all over it, and suck on it like a pro.
She feels like sheâs in heaven, with your mouth pleasing her, and her only. But the thought of you with other women, with their legs spread open for you hits her again.
The thought of that fucking pisses her off, so she grabs your hair, and presses your head against her center, forcing you to suck rougher on her pussy.
sheâs using your mouth like a fucking toy, and groaning in pleasure.
âSuck on it bitch, câmon. Fuck.â - She cussed out, smirking as she thrusts her hips onto your mouth.
That catches you by surprise, but you make sure to tongue fuck her, just to hear how loud her moans are getting.
âOh fuck yeahâŚjust like that.â - You look up at her, and sheâs a moaning mess, her grip on your hair is now weak, and sheâs shaking.
You grab her thighs roughly, and slap them.
She immediately flinches.
âYou think you can just use my mouth like that, huh?â - You slap her clit and she moans, hands gripping the sheets. âTrying to make yourself fucking cum? Oh no, princessâŚyouâre gonna have to beg for it.â - You say, as you slide a finger inside of her.
Sheâs a fucking mess. She wanted this for so fucking long, and now sheâs getting it. Her best friend is fucking her pussy so good, she feels like sheâs about to cry.
âHoly fuck!â - She says.
âYeah? You like it donât you?â - You say, and you canât handle the ache between your legs. Itâs even painful. The way your finger goes in and out of her so easily from her soakness blows your mind, and has you creaming in your boxers.
âFuck yeah. PleaseâŚâ - She says, not giving a fuck about begging, even though she doesnât even know what sheâs begging for at the moment.
You add another finger, and slide them in and out roughly, feeling her clenching on them like crazy.
Sheâs about to cum.
âFuck yes yes yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me just like that.â - She begs.
âDonât you dare fucking cum yet, you filthy slut.â - You command, and she rolls her eyes in pleasure.
She definitely likes when you call her like that. She never imagined she would like getting dominated and degraded by another woman, but everytime she was alone, she fucked herself thinking about how good youâd take her from behind.
As much as she wanted to do the same to you, youâre too much for her too handle. Sheâs so close to cumming all over your fingers right now.
âOh my fuck- fucking god!â - Your fingers keep going in and out of her pussy, and you lick her puffy clit while you finger-fuck her.
You lick it up and down, flick it slowly with your tongue, leave little kisses on it, own it like a fucking pro.
âWho fucking owns this pussy? Huh?â - You ask and she can barely talk. Sheâs too drunk in the feeling of your sweet licks.
âYou. You do.â - She confesses as she starts clenching your fingers, sheâs close again.
âYouâll cum when I tell you to fucking cum okay?â - You say and she nods. âGood girl.â - You compliment her.
âIf you can take my fingers this fucking well, like such a fucking whoreâŚimagine how good youâd take my cock.â - I say and she puts her hand on her mouth, to cover her moans and i quickly slap her thigh clit again.
âDonât fucking cover your mouth. I wanna hear you.â - She nods and puts her hand on my head, now caressing it. âYou like that donât you? The thought of cumming all over my cock, milking me fucking dry.â
âHoly fuck. Let me cumâŚplease let me cum, Iâll do anything, please.â- She saysâŚAnd I feel her walls biting my fingersâŚ
âSo desperate.â - I smirk. âFucking cum baby, cum like youâd cum on my dick.â - I tell her and she cums so fucking hard, i even hurts my fingers. But I like it so much, Iâm edging myself so good to this.
âThatâs it baby, good, good fucking girl.â - I praise her and press little kisses on her clit, with my fingers still inside of her.
âFuckâŚoh my god.â - She bites her lip and runs her hands through her hair.
I pull my fingers out of her and get on top of her to kiss her lips softly.
âYou did so good.â - I praise her, and lay next to her. She looks at me and smiles. âYou fucked me so good, just like I thought you would.â
I chuckle.
âYeah? You gonna tell them girls Iâm good in bed now?â - I tease her.
âNo. Youâre mine.â - She says. Suddenly serious again.
What?
âI actually lied to you, they never said you suck in bed. They always say youâre too good at eating pussy.â - She confesses and rolls her eyes. âThey brag about it all the time. But the truth isâŚthat Iâm jealous.â
âThey donât talk to you after the first link becauseâŚI threaten them not to get near youâŚI tell them Iâll put drugs in their backpacks and get them expelled.â - she confesses.
Holy shit. Sheâs fucking Evil.
All this fucking time? She has been ruining your dates?
Why? Does she like you? She just said sheâs jealous. But jealous as a friend orâŚ
âWhat the fuck. And you lied to me right now?â
âYes. Iâm sorry. I justâŚI just wanted you so bad. IâmâŚI like you. A lot.â - She says, looking straight into your eyes and youâre suddenly weak.
Your best friend, the girl that was screaming your name beneath you a few minutes ago, likes you.
Oh my godâŚ
Iâve been so stupid.
You remember all those times she has frowned when you have mentioned those girls to her, that one time when she almost kissed you when she was drunkâŚthat other time when you found her diary, and your name was written all over it.
You thought she just really cared about you as a friendâŚbut after this?
What could happen?
Could you ruin the friendship?
#lesbian#lgbt#lgbtq#tlou#wlw ns/fw#ellie x reader#wlw post#tlou fanfiction#ellie williams#ellie the last of us#ellie tlou#ellie#ellie x fem reader
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hi ! i rly liked the skz marriage post i was wondering if you could maybe pls do them as dads? or like finding out youâre gonna have a baby ? thank u !
Ofc! I love writing family fluffy things like this.
Hyung Line only. If you'd like the Maknae Line as well, lmk! Also,, they all ended up as Girl Dads, oops.
SKZ as Dads [Small Headcanon List][HL]
Chris -
áŻáĄŁđŠ Absolutely a girl dad in my mind, but he can be either! Obviously lol. I think he'd do well with a boy or a girl because he'd love them endlessly regardless.
áŻáĄŁđŠ I think he would definitely be the type of dad to love his kids no matter what they choose to do in life. He doesn't care for gender stereotypes - He'll let his kids wear what they want, choose a job they like, it don't matter.
áŻáĄŁđŠ But while they're still his babies, he'll be absolutely coddling them and he will in fact take up both the mom and dad role when you're too busy to help out or if you're tired.
áŻáĄŁđŠ He is a crier. Their first steps? Crying. Their first words? Crying. Their first day of Kindergarten? Crying. Dropping them off at daycare? Crying.
áŻáĄŁđŠ He will do ANYTHING for his kids. Which, as much as he dislikes it sometimes because he has deadlines, includes leaving work early to come home and spend time with the two of you.
Minho -
áŻáĄŁđŠ For some reason my first thought was Minho with twin girls.
áŻáĄŁđŠ I think he would spoil the shit out of his daughters. Buying them whatever they want, clearing out a room in the apartment he previously used for working out to make into a toy room just for them; Big dollhouses, lots of barbies, dress up costumes. Everything you can think of.
áŻáĄŁđŠ He's the type of dad to let them paint on the walls and then tell you it'll be okay when you freak out about it later. He'll cover it - take care of it, he's got it. And he'll absolutely let them do it again. (But he'll never cover up the crayon drawing they did of your little family near the door. That'll stay forever.)
áŻáĄŁđŠ Cooks the same meals as he always does for you two, but makes sure to cut up the meat into super little pieces for his girls so that they can enjoy it too without hazard.
áŻáĄŁđŠ Master of Tummy Time. Literally loves it, will never give it up. Even as the girls get older he lets them nap on him whenever they want.
Changbin -
áŻáĄŁđŠ There's been countless amounts of times you've come home to Bin wearing a pink tutu over his jeans and covered in purple glitter while your daughter laughs and chases him around the villa.
áŻáĄŁđŠ He will let your daughter get away with ANYTHING, so you have to take the reins and eventually ask him to toughen up a little.
áŻáĄŁđŠ But, him gently scolding your daughter while she sits in timeout is too hard to watch. He's a sucker for her and you can tell he doesn't like to scold her, so you do it instead. Baby's just too soft n squishy.
áŻáĄŁđŠ He's also just the cutest with your daughter. Seeing a big beefy man carrying around your two year old in her Elsa dress and little braids in her hair is just too fricken adorable. (Which means you have pleeeenty of pics of them together on your phone.)
áŻáĄŁđŠ His favorite activity? Feeding your lil girl with the tiny baby spoons. He loves how messy she is and how she just can't keep food in her mouth longer than five seconds. It makes him cackle.
Hyunjin -
áŻáĄŁđŠ Biggest girl dad out there!!!!!
áŻáĄŁđŠ Absolutely loves dressing up your lil angel!! He buys SO MANY dresses and hairbands and bows and clips and shit for her, but also.
áŻáĄŁđŠ The amount of Versace your daughter owns rivals the amount Hyunjin stows away in his closet. she is SPOILED.
áŻáĄŁđŠ But he also convinces Donatello to let him bring her with to a shoot and it results in the most adorable photoshoot you've ever seen in your life.
áŻáĄŁđŠ His favorite thing is reading to her, whether it's the middles of the day and she just wants him to read her a book - or if he's trying to get her to bed and laying in her way-too-small-for-him toddler bed beside her so she can relax and doze off against him.
áŻáĄŁđŠ He's fallen asleep there a few times but,,, we don't talk about how he ends up on the floor.
#skz x reader#stray kids x reader#skz imagine#bangchan x reader#hyunjin x reader#skz fluff#changbin x reader#lee know x reader
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Pairing | Neil Lewis x girlfriend!reader
Summary | You show up to work wearing something heâs never seen on you before and, because of his reaction, decide to tease him for the entire day.
Warnings | Smut, 18+, sexual content, kissing, lowkey public sex?, thigh fucking, groping, grinding, misogyny?, a tiny bit of angst, sexual tension, creampie hehe, humiliation, praise, overstimulation, orgasm delay/denial, Neil is down bad for reader lowkey (highkey).
Words | 6.1 k
Notes | idk I just like horny simp Neil.
Ao3 link | <3
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âW-what are you wearing?â He choked out, almost dropping the stack of tapes in his arms.Â
âWhat?â You asked. He glanced at your legs as you walked closer, then turned around as you passed him to go clock in.Â
âWhat the hell are you wearing?â He tried again, firmer this time. You turned around, your brows furrowed in confusion, and his eyes kept going from your legs to your face.Â
âWhat? Neil, they're called shorts. Itâs literally the middle of summer.âÂ
âThose,â he held the tapes in one arm and gestured wildly at your legs with the other, âare not shorts. Those are practically underwear for fucks sake.â The door suddenly opened and you both turned to the customer walking in.Â
âHi, welcome!â You called out, giving him a warm smile. He murmured out a response then started browsing the shelves. âWe can talk about you and your fragile masculinity later.â You whispered to Neil, making his mouth fall open.Â
âMe being concerned about my girlfriend showing off her ass does not mean I have fragile masculinity.â He hissed back.Â
âItâs not even out and you donât decide what I fucking wear, Neil. Get over yourself.â You spat.Â
âYes it is!â He yelled, but quickly lowered his voice when the customer looked over.Â
âNo, itâs not.â You seethed, then reached for the waistband of your jeans and pulled them up even more, giving yourself a minor wedgie just to spite him. âBut now it is!â You said with a saccharine smile as you flipped him off and turned back around to continue what you were originally trying to do. You heard him choke behind you and you knew his whole face was red from anger and arousal. The thought made you smirk.Â
You didnât intend for him to react this way. You just woke up late and threw on the first pair of shorts you could find. Sure these were from a few years ago⌠but they didnât fit that much differently. Or so you thought. But itâs more fun to tease him like this.Â
After setting down your bag and clocking in, you walked to the back to grab a box and start shelving the returned tapes. Neil manned the register, sometimes clearing his throat and stuttering if you were in his eyeline. The store was empty again and he grabbed a few tapes to start putting away. Once you knew he was about to be behind you, you bent over to put a tape on a lower shelf, then almost immediately heard a loud crash. You stood up and turned around, finding him clutching one of the racks to keep it from tipping over as the tapes in his hands laid scattered at his feet.Â
âAre you okay, Neil?â You asked innocently, making him look at you again with a scowl. âLet me help you with those.â You walked over and dropped to your knees in front of him, then got down on your hands to stick your ass out as you collected the tapes. You grabbed a few and leaned back up, holding them out for him, but he was frozen, staring at you with wide eyes and parted lips. His gaze wasnât even on your face, it was on your low cut tank top that had slipped down a little and exposed the top part of your bra.Â
âIâm not going to sit here forever, do you want them or not?â Almost as if he was in a trance, he raised his arms, letting you set the tapes in his hands. You leaned back down, sticking your ass up farther this time, and collected the rest of the tapes. You stayed on your knees as you handed them to him, but got back up once the door opened again. You greeted the person and Neil continued gawking at your body. Honestly you almost started to feel bad for him, but this was too amusing for you to stop now.Â
The day dragged on slowly. You ended up cleaning the floors and the couches a little, collecting all of the trash and pieces of popcorn lodged in the sides and between the cushions. You leaned down to look under the couch and spotted more trash, but it was too far back for you to reach it.Â
âHey, Neil?â You called out, sticking your ass up and arching your back more. You heard a loud stomp, as if he had tripped, then he muttered curses to himself, making you smirk. You looked over your shoulder at him, still staying in that position, and his eyes were practically glued to your ass.Â
âY-yeah?â He asked, voice cracking embarrassingly. He cleared his throat and forced his gaze to your eyes.Â
âCan you just move the couch back a little? I canât reach the trash under here and Iâm not strong enough to move it myself.â You are. He probably knows that. But he agreed anyway.Â
He stepped forward and pushed one arm of the couch back, then walked over to the other side to do the same thing. You shuffled closer on your knees and arched your back even more to press your chest flat on the ground so part of your shoulder could get under the couchâ You werenât lying when you said you couldnât reach it, but you couldâve used a broom or something.Â
âAlmost.. got itâŚâ You groaned, reaching farther. âFuckâ câmon⌠Iâm so close.â You muttered, but in your bedroom voice. Your fingers brushed the trash, but you didnât grab it yet, wanting to drag this out a little more. You let out a whine of discomfort at your position and tried to reach further under the couch. âAlmost there⌠so closeâ so fucking close.â You all but moaned, wiggling your ass a bit. You were being pretty obvious by now so he had to have known what you were doing, but he still didnât say anything.Â
Deciding to be done now, mostly because your knees were actually starting to hurt like this, you moaned quietly and pretended to reach further. Once you grabbed the trash, you let out the noise you usually make when you lay down after you finish riding himâ a mixture of a huff and a groan. You scooched back out, shaking your ass a bit as you did so, then leaned up with a heavy breath. You held up the trash with a proud smile.Â
âI got it!â He was completely frozen, lips parted, eyes wide, entire face and neck flushed, and you could see the large bulge in the pants now. You stood up finally and placed a hand on his bicep. âWhat would I do without my big, strong boyfriend to move couches for me?â You said teasingly, giving him unnecessary praise just to fuck with him more.Â
âIâ You⌠That..âÂ
âHm?â You tilted your head a little, giving him a chance to try again. The door opened again and you greeted the customer before taking a step away from him.Â
âButâ youâŚâ He all but whined, giving you puppy dog eyes as you started backing away.Â
âNeil, we canât just stand here all day. We actually have to work.â You said with a quiet laugh and a warm smile.Â
âExcuse me?â A man called out, so you walked over to him. âI was just wondering what action movies youâd recommend?â You could feel Neilâs eyes on you as you walked over to that section and pointed out different films that you liked until he picked one. âWhat about comedies?â You walked over to that section, him trailing along behind you as you started listing out different titles and descriptions.Â
The only response you were getting was âuh huhâ or âyeahâ so you turned back around just in time to see his eyes snap up to your face. You brushed it off and kept talking until he picked one.Â
âWill that be all for today?â You asked.Â
âNo⌠I have one more question actually. What adult films do you recommend?â Your eyes widened as you stared at him, thinking he was joking, but he was completely serious.Â
âI-Iâm not really sure Iâm qualified to give you a good recommendation for that.â You said awkwardly.Â
âIâm not interested in watching something a man likes. Iâm asking you so I can learn what women likeâ maybe pick up a thing or two.â It was hard to tell whether he was smiling or smirking.Â
âOh. Then uh⌠I guess I can help.â You glanced at Neil, who was already watching you, then cleared your throat and led him to that section. âIf you want something that accurately portrays female pleasure, Iâd recommend this one.â You pointed to it and the man nodded, waiting for you to continue. âThatâll probably be your best bet for learning new stuff.â You shrugged.Â
âWhatâs your favorite though?â Now he was definitely smirking.Â
âUmâŚâ You cleared your throat with a blush and turned toward the shelves. âIâve seen this one once or twice.âÂ
âThatâs not what I asked, sweetheart.â He chuckled. You were suddenly really regretting wearing the clothes you chose today.Â
âNeed some help?â Neil asked and you all but breathed a sigh of relief. The manâs expression dropped as he turned to face him.Â
âWhat, you donât trust a woman to help me pick out a decent film?â He tried turning the situation into something itâs not, but Neil didnât budge.Â
âNot because sheâs a woman. Sheâs new, barely been here a week. As the owner, Iâm sure Iâm more than qualified to help you though.â He gave the man a fake smile, making him scoff and roll his eyes.Â
âWhatever. This store is weird as shit and youâre a fucking tease.â He spat, dropping the films to the floor and walking out. You quickly pulled your shorts down as far as you could and crossed your arms over your body. Godâ you felt so stupid. In what universe would dressing like this in public ever end well for you? This couldâve easily been done on a day off, spent at home where no one can see.Â
âWhat a fucking creep.â He muttered, breathing a sigh of relief.Â
âI- I think Iâm gonna look in the back for something to change into.â You said quietly, feeling like you were about to cry. Honestly you just wanted to go home, but itâs only you and Neil today. You canât leave him on his own. You kept your head down as you walked past him, but he gently grabbed your wrist to stop you.Â
âHeyâ wait, baby.â You took a deep breath and bit your trembling lip as he turned you around to face him. When he cupped your cheek, you couldnât hold the emotions in anymore.Â
âIâm sorry, Neil. I- I didnât⌠I was just trying to have fun but,â A choked sob cut you off and he shushed you as he pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around your body tightly.Â
âItâs not your fault. If it were your fault then every customer would have acted the same way. That guy was just a dick.â He cradled the back of your head as you buried your face in his chest.Â
âIf you really want to change, Iâm not going to stop you. But if you want, Iâll give you my shirt and you can stay behind the counter for the rest of the day.â You still.. technically wanted to continue whatever game you were playing. But you just felt so unattractive and gross and stupid and turned off. âOr you can go home, baby. Thereâs only a couple hours left and weekdays are usually slow anyway.âÂ
âNo. No I canât⌠I canât leave you here alone.â You croaked, lifting your head up to look at him. âI- Iâll just wear your shirt.â Honestly you wanted to wear sweatpants and a hoodie right now, but his scent was already starting to calm you. Maybe it could calm you even more while you finished working.Â
âAre you sure?â You nodded and stepped back, sniffling as you subconsciously covered your body again. He only hesitated for a moment before unbuttoning it and taking it off, leaving him in just a t-shirt. He helped you into it then gave you a soft kiss on your forehead, making you blush.Â
The rest of the day went by slowly. Only two other people came in, one of which was a man, but you felt safe hidden behind the counter and in his shirt. Neil finally locked the door and turned the sign to say âclosedâ while letting out a heavy breath. He walked back over to you and stood on the other side of the counter, leaning his elbows on it to get closer to you.Â
âCan I help you?â You giggled, getting flustered by the proximity.Â
âWhy yes actually. My girlfriend had a rough day today and I want to bring home a film to cheer her up. What would you recommend?â Despite the reminder of what had happened today, a small smile creeped up on your lips.Â
âAre you sure she wants a movie? There are plenty of other ways a guy could cheer a girl up.â You said suggestively, trying not to laugh.Â
âReally? Well, do you have any recommendations for that?â He continued playing along, doing much better at containing his laughter than you.Â
âShe might like a kiss. Thatâs always a good startâŚâ You said quietly as you glanced at his lips.Â
âAnd what should I do after that?â He rasped, leaning even further across the counter.Â
âI have a few ideas⌠but she might want you to surprise her instead.â Your voice was getting embarrassingly breathless now.Â
âShe hates surprises.â He whispered.Â
âNot this kind.â You said, just as quiet. You were subconsciously leaning closer until you could feel his breath fanning your lips. Your eyes fluttered shut and your nose brushed his for only a moment before he finally connected your lips. Letting out a quiet sigh, you leaned even closer to him and brought a hand up to run through his hair. He pulled back far too soon and you whined as you tried to pull him closer by his hair, but he just let out a breathy chuckle in response.Â
âLetâs go to the couch.âÂ
âWe should go home, Neil⌠People can still see inside and it feels wrong to fuck on a public couch.â You said with a quiet laugh, even though you wanted him now.Â
âWho said anything about fucking?â He didnât let you get another word in before walking over and plopping down onto the couch. You followed, but he stopped you as you started to sit. âNo. Continue your little game from earlier.â You blushed and averted your gaze, suddenly getting shy.Â
âNeilâŚâ But you didnât know what to say.Â
âI think thereâs a tape stuck in the VHS player. Can you try getting it out?â There was no tape, his tone made that obvious, but so did the bulge in his pantsâ he wouldnât ever have you do something work related after hours, especially while heâs horny. âOr it can wait until tomorrow and we can head home.â He was giving you an out, letting you stop the scene if you were uncomfortable, without feeling awkward about it.Â
âNo, Iâll give it a try.â You smiled, then shuffled over to the tv on your knees. Putting one hand on the ground, you stuck your ass out just the slightest amount while your other hand pretended to do stuff on the device. âAny suggestions?â You looked over your shoulder and his eyes snapped up to your face from your ass.Â
âMaybe thereâs a cord unplugged or a cable loose or something.â He gestured to the floor, so you lowered your chest down and pretended to look at all the wires down there. âAnything?âÂ
âNot that I can see.â
âTry getting a little closer maybe.â You shuffled closer, then wiggled your hips a bit as you âsearched.â
âI donât know, Neil⌠Everything looks normal.âÂ
âIâll call someone about it then. Thank you for trying, baby.â You leaned back up and turned to face him, still on your knees.Â
âAnything else you need me to do?â You asked innocently, making him chuckle.Â
âIâm not gonna overwork my best employee. Come up here.â He patted his thigh and you scrambled to your feet to go straddle him. Your hands settled on his shoulders and his grabbed your hips. âYou should wear my clothes more often. They look good on you.â He murmured, leaning forward to trail kisses over your neck.Â
âBetter than my own clothes?â You smirked, making him laugh breathily against you.Â
âDefinitely not.â He kissed up to your ear, then down your jaw until his lips brushed yours. This time you leaned forward. When he squeezed your hips tighter, you moaned quietly and brought your hands up to tug on his hair. The kiss was messy and desperate, releasing hours worth of pent up sexual tension in just that one simple action.Â
His hands snaked around to your ass and he groped you almost painfully, making you gasp out a moan. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your now open mouth and licked into the kiss. You were panting as much as you could while being kissed and he started pulling your hips to grind on his covered cock. You whimpered and tightened your grip on his hair, making him let out a low groan and pull back enough to speak.Â
âThese fucking shortsâŚâ He gruffed, pulling you harder against him. âWere you trying to kill me? Honestly I should have you arrested for attempted murder.â You giggled at thatâ his humor during moments like this were your favorite. When he suddenly pulled his hand back and brought it down hard on your ass, you yelped embarrassingly in surprise. He was back to groping you, using his grip to help you grind on his bulge.Â
His hands snaked up to the waistband of your shorts and he pulled them up even further, making you whine and bury your face in the crook of his neck. The motion gave him a better view so he grabbed your ass again and tilted it up more, arching your back almost uncomfortably to get a good look. Even if you werenât currently grinding on him, the seam of your shorts wouldâve been enough to leave you panting and moaning, desperate for more. He slid his fingers under the leg holes and pulled them up even more, then started moving your hips even faster.Â
âLet me see your tits, baby.â He whispered, making you whine, but lift yourself up anyway. He never stopped moving your hips as you reached for the top button on his shirt and slowly worked your way down. âI canât fucking take this anymore, please let me see.â He whined, his hips bucking up into you now. Once his shirt was unbuttoned, you shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor. You were practically spilling out of your bra and he removed one hand to tug down the front of your tank top and expose even more of you.Â
âFuckâŚâ He groaned, leaning forward and kissing across your chest. He started mouthing at your nipple through the bra, making you whine at the lack of real stimulation.Â
âNeilâŚâ You tried to beg.Â
âYou did this to yourself, baby. Dressing like this.. bending over for me and sticking your ass out⌠kneeling and giving me a perfect view of your tits.â He landed a rough smack on your ass, making you jolt. âThat was all you. Now itâs time to accept the consequences of your actions.âÂ
âPlease!âÂ
âNo. Get up.â You pouted, but stood on shaky legs, watching him lay down. âOn my lap facing away from me.â He ordered. You tentatively crawled onto him and straddled his hips, looking back at him over your shoulder as you waited for the next command.Â
âGive me a show, baby.â You whined once you understood what he wanted. Placing your hands on his thighs to brace yourself, you started rocking your hips, grinding on his bulge. He groaned quietly behind you.Â
âStop.â Your hips slowed to a stop and you waited in anticipation. âPull them up more,â
âBut I already basically have a wedgie, Neil!â You pouted, moaning when he slapped your ass again.Â
âUp.â He growled. You huffed, but moved your hands to the waist and pulled them up more. âNow hold them there and keep going. Faster.â You whined as you adjusted your position to start grinding on him without being able to steady yourself. âHigher.â He spanked you again, forcing a whimper out of you. You lifted them even more until it was almost starting to hurt.Â
âGood girl.â He groaned. Your thighs were starting to burn, but every time you slowed, you got another spank, each one harder than the last. After a while he huffedâ and probably rolled his eyes. âLay down.â You finally let go of your shorts and leaned forward so you were laying between his legs. He groped your ass, pulling your cheeks apart and pushing the shorts up to expose more skin. When his thumb ran over your mound, you jolted with a startled moan.Â
âHoly fucking shit.â He chuckled, making you stiffen. What the hell was so funny? âYou soaked through the fucking jeans!â He laughed loudly and your whole face flushed in embarrassment. âOh my god this is priceless. Youâre really that horny?â Â
âStop teasing me, Neil.â You whined with a frown.Â
âIâm sorry, baby.â You could tell by his tone that he wasnât.Â
âYouâre being mean.â You pouted and he rubbed over your clit a little harder now, making your hips flinch back toward the pleasure.Â
âIâm being mean⌠Itâs not like you spent the entire day teasing meâŚâÂ
âIâm sorry.â You whimpered, hips squirming. He shushed you and removed his hands from your body, making you whine quietly. When you heard his belt, you paused. âNeil?â You asked quietly, but he ignored you. Clothes were rustling and he was shifting under you until he grabbed your thighs, pushed him together.Â
âThighs together. Feet over my shoulders.â He demanded and you finally realized what was happening.Â
âNeil, no. Iâm sorryâ please fuck me.â He smacked your thigh this time, making you cry out. You dropped your head onto the couch with a whine, but moved into the position he wanted. His cock was pressed firmly between both thighs and against your covered heat, and you left out a long, bratty whine to protest. It cut off into a yelp though when he slapped you again.Â
âStop it.â You felt like a child with the way he reprimanded you. His hands settled on your hips and he lifted you a little, giving himself just enough room to thrust up into you. âSqueeze my cock, baby.â You whined, but squeezed your legs together and he started bucking his hips, fucking your thighs.Â
When you tried to slip a hand between your bodies to rub your covered clit, he slapped your thigh again, much harder this time.Â
âHands behind your back.â He demanded, making you whine.Â
âNeil, please! I said Iâm sorryâ please just fuck meâŚâ Your voice trailed off into a pathetic whimper toward the end of your begging.Â
âHands behind your back or Iâll come like this and weâll be done.â He warned. You sobbed out a moan, but put your hands behind your back. âGood girl. While youâre at it, pull those shorts up more.â With a quiet whine, you moved your hands down to grab the waistband of your shorts and pull a little. They were already up so high, there wasnât really anywhere for them to go, but Neil wasnât satisfied.Â
âYou wanted to parade around and show off your ass so fucking show me.â He growled and you tried pulling again.Â
âCanât, Neil.â You whined.
âIf you want me to fuck you then you need to figure it out.â You wanted to cry out and kick your feetâ throw a tantrum basically. But that wouldnât get you what you wanted.Â
You reached down a little more and grabbed each leg hole, then pulled. The fabric was digging into your cunt in a way that was pleasurable for a while, but was quickly becoming painful with the more force you used. It was also just uncomfortable having a wedgie with something so thick.Â
âBetter.â You knew he meant âbetter, but not good enoughâ so you pulled them up more.Â
âHurts..â You whined with a pout.Â
âPoor baby.â He cooed condescendingly. âIf only you hadn't been a tease all day.â He started bucking his hips up faster and grunting quietly as he panted. It sounded like he was close and you frowned at the realization. âMore.â He ordered breathlessly. âPull them up until your eyes get as wet as your cunt and youâre begging me for mercy.â
You cursed under your breath and bit your lip as you pulled even harder. It was so hard doing this to yourself. If he had done it, then you probably couldâve endured the pain, but you were having a hard time doing it to yourself.Â
âI donât hear any crying or begging.â He hinted. With a quiet whine, you yanked the shorts hard enough to make the sound turn into a pained cry. More than half of your ass was exposed now and even though this was painful and degrading, it was making you needier. Needy for his touch, his praise⌠needy for him. So you kept pulling, letting out a strangled sob and burying your face in the cushion, trying not to think about the fact that this is a public couch.Â
âGood girl.â He groaned, tightening his grip on your hips and bucking up even faster now. âGod these shorts are so fucking hotâŚâ He moaned breathlessly. âMaybe Iâll start enforcing a work uniformâŚâ You didnât have to look at him to know he was smirking. âSince you seem to love showing off your ass so much.â He removed one hand from your hip to spank your ass, then immediately put it back. You let out a startled moan and instinctively squeezed your thighs tighter together when your body tensed up, making him choke on a moan as his thrusts faltered.Â
âHoly shit⌠Keep squeezing me like that, baby.â His voice was even more breathy now. You kept your thighs firmly pressed together, even as he cursed and moaned loudly when his orgasm finally hit. Most of his come landed on your thighs but some of it covered your ass and shorts as well. His sounds quieted and he loosened his grip on your hips, letting you lay on him as you relaxed your thighs.Â
âNeilâŚâ You whined, on the verge of tears.Â
âI know, baby.â He said through a breath as he continued panting, trying to calm down. âLean back up.â You let go of your shorts and moved your legs forward so you were kneeling again. âIâm not done looking at your ass in those shorts and I need a minute before we can continue so ride my thigh.âÂ
âNeil, please.â You sobbed out, trying to turn around but he grabbed your hips again.Â
âStop fucking complaining and just do it.â He gruffed, making you whine.Â
âPlease! Please just fuck me alreadyâ I canât take this!â You cried, vision going blurry with tears.Â
âFine.â He huffed, pushing you off of him as he sat up, but remained facing the center of the couch. He grabbed one of the pillows and threw it on the couch beside you. âRide that instead.â Once he saw your expression, he continued. âRide it or weâre done for today.â Your gaze shifted between him and the pillow as your bottom lip started trembling. He sighed and scooched closer to cup your cheek.Â
âI know youâre needy, baby. Youâve been such a good girl for me. Can you keep being good just a little longer? Then Iâll give you what you want.â He said softly, making you practically melt. Hesitantly, you gave a small nod, biting your lip. âThatâs my girl.â He whispered before leaning closer and giving you a gentle kiss. You tried not to frown when he pulled away then moved back to his position on the far end of the couch.Â
With a quiet sigh, you turned around and straddled the pillow. His come was already staining itâ youâll have to remember to take it home to wash. You closed your legs a bit to keep it in place, then slowly started grinding on it, spreading the mess. Honestly, the jeans were doing more for you than the pillow was, but you had to be good. You wanted to be good for him. He cursed under his breath, so you sped up a little, trying to put on a show for him.Â
âFuck, babyâŚâ He groaned, making you blush. You were whining now, speeding up and letting out quiet whimpers and moans each time you rocked your hips. You needed more so badly.Â
âNeil,â You murmured, still trying to be good while vocalizing how you were feeling.Â
âIs it not enough?â He cooed, almost sympathetically, and you shook your head with a quiet sob. âOkay, baby. Take them off now.â You couldâve cried in relief when he finally gave you permission. You removed the shorts quickly and discarded them and the pillow on the floor. âUnderwear too.â You complied eagerly, then you were facing him, staring at him with wide, pleading eyes.Â
âPlease fuck me.â You whimpered.Â
âLay down.â He said softly, moving off of the couch to give you more room. He stroked his cock a little, bringing himself back to full hardness. Once you were laying down, he crawled over you, forcing your legs open as his body settled between them.Â
âYouâre such a good girl.â He whispered, giving you another kiss. This one was longer and a little more passionate than the last. He pulled back but kept his face close, his nose brushing yours as you both panted. When he lined his cock up with your drooling hole, your breath hitched. He pushed in slowly, forcing you to feel every inch as he filled you. âFuck youâre so wet.â He said through a breath, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against yours. He took a moment to compose himself, only moving when you started whining and squirming. âOkay, okay. I know.â He chuckled quietly, making you pout. But the expression left instantly when he slowly dragged out before pushing back in at the same speed.Â
âNeil,â You gasped out, clinging to his shoulders and digging your nails into his skin as you whimpered. He hissed and his hips stuttered before he sped up a little.Â
âSo good for meâŚâ He whispered, voice barely audible. âTake my cock so fucking good.â You whined loudly and pulled him down to bury your face in the crook of his neck, trailing sloppy kisses over it since you could barely focus. He kept the pace slow and sensual for a while, panting lightly and caressing you softly.Â
âPlease.â You whimpered, feeling your orgasm quickly approaching. âNeil, please.â
âI know, baby.â He said through a breath, speeding up a little more. âYour little pussyâs just aching to come on my cock, huh?â He snaked a hand down and started rubbing your clit. That action, along with his words, had you mewling and arching your back up into him, desperately trying to get closer to the edge.Â
âPlease,â Was the only response you could give.Â
âBe a good girl and beg for it.â He said teasingly, making you let out a long, bratty whine.Â
âPlease make me come, Neil. I need it.â You whimpered, giving him puppy dog eyes. âPleaseâ it hurts.âÂ
âOh, it hurts? You poor thing.â He cooed mockingly, holding back a smirk.Â
âPlease! Iâm sorry for teasing, Neil. Please let me come.â His fingers sped up on your clit, forcing a choked moan out of you. âIâm so close⌠Iâm so closeâ please,â You started babbling out senseless pleas, getting closer to the edge.Â
âOkay, baby. You can come now.â You almost cried in relief.Â
âThank you! Fuck.. thank you,â You moaned. By now your hips couldnât stop moving, trying to get more pleasure out of his thrusts and his hand on your clit. He didnât reprimand you for it though. When he leaned down and started kissing your neck, the knot of arousal in your stomach finally snapped.Â
You cried out, clinging to him desperately as hours worth of pent up arousal finally exploded. Tears were brimming in your eyes from the intensity and you could just barely hear his moans through how loud your own were.Â
âGood girl.â He murmured, kissing your neck just below your ear. Your body trembled as he worked you through it, only moving his hand away from your clit when you finally sagged into the couch. You whined when he started thrusting faster and he shushed you. âI know, baby. I know it hurts, but just hold on for a little longer.â He begged and you couldnât help the strangled sob that escaped you. It was too much.Â
âNeil,â You whimpered.Â
âYouâre okay. Just a little longer, I promise.â His voice was getting breathier and more desperate as his thrusts became frantic, chasing his second orgasm. He pressed his lips to yours and he sped up even more somehow, making you cry out into the kiss.Â
âIt hurts,â You sobbed quietly, making him pull away from your lips, but not stop thrusting.Â
âIâm so close, baby. Just let me comeâ let me come and I promise Iâll be done.â Even though he was technically âaskingâ you to let him do that, you knew he wasnât really asking. âFuckâ fuck, IâmâŚâ He choked out, cutting off into a whine as his hips stuttered, then finally slammed all the way in. Your whimper wasnât heard over his loud groan each time he bucked his hips, trying to go impossibly deeper. You could feel the heat of it inside you, making your clit just barely start throbbing again. His movements finally stopped and he panted against your neck as he recovered.Â
âFuckâŚâ He breathed, laughing quietly. You couldnât help but laugh a little too. âAre you okay?â He finally leaned up to look at you, getting concerned by the tears still in your eyes. Instead of responding, you pulled him down into a kiss, feeling his cock give a little twitch inside you. When you pulled back, there was a love-struck smile on your face.Â
âMhm.â You hummed and he chuckled at your response.Â
âWe shouldnât have done this here because now youâre sleepy and youâre gonna complain the whole time when I make you get up so we can go home.â He said amusedly.Â
âI absolutely am gonna complain the whole time.â You smirked, making him scoff teasingly. He slowly pulled out and both of you hissed because of how sensitive you were. He pushed your legs open more to watch his come trickle out of you. Letting out a low groan, he bit his lip and shook his head in disbelief.Â
âI will never fucking get tired of this sight, I swear.â You blushed in embarrassment and looked away from him. When his fingers swiped through your folds, you jolted. He didnât do much else other than keep his come from dripping onto the couch, but he quickly grabbed your shorts and put them back on.Â
âWaitâ Neil, I kind of need underwear.â He was undeterred and continued until they were around your hips, making you cringe at the feeling.Â
âWeâre gonna go home and youâre gonna stay covered in my fucking come until we get there and I can give you another load.â His voice was low and somehow still thick with arousal, making your stomach flutter.Â
âToo much of a coward to do it before we get there?â You smirked, daring him. Itâs dark out now and there are plenty of places you could stop on the short walk home.Â
âThatâs cute.â He deadpanned, making your smirk widen. âStand up.â He put his length back in his pants and buckled his belt as you got to your feet. As soon as he was standing next to you, he grabbed the back of the jeans and pulled them up, making you let out an embarrassing yelp. Once a decent amount of your ass was hanging out of the bottom, he let go and put his shirt back on, leaving you in what you came in with so you couldnât cover yourself.Â
âAfter you.â He smirked, smacking your ass when you turned around to head for the door.Â
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ŕ¨ŕ§ WAITING ROOM
đđ son of Athena!Lee Know x Cursed!Fem!Reader
đđ cw: Lee Know has mommy issues, Lee Know is immortal, reader is cursed, angst, suicide, mentions of self harm, mentions of gore and death, there is no happy ending, not very detailed smut, smut with feelings
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He always had hated his mother. Ever since adolescence, the thought of her made his skin crawl. He hated how she was brave, and how that meant he had to be brave. He hated how she was born from her father's head.
How she had a city named after her. How she was gracious to everyone except for him. How she cursed him with immortality.
He hated how he couldn't hate his mother. His mother cursed you.
Like everyone was to him, you were a glimpse. A glance taken around the lecture hall. Eyes mistakenly landing on yours. That's all anyone could be for him; a simple glance.
You were beautiful though, he noticed. At least to him you were. No other boys seemed to glance in your direction for very long. He took another look at you.
Your hair was pulled up messily, your shirt had stains on it, yet you were beautiful. You scribbled on a piece of paper at your seat across the lecture hall from him. Positively not paying attention to the biology professor in the front of the room.
You. You. He found you, yet again.
He remembered you suddenly, a blurry memory that he couldn't put the date on. Your hair. He recognized your hair. He saw it over all the lifetimes he lived.
But why couldn't he know your name? The name from your first lifetime.
"y/n!" he remembered screaming.
"Minho! Go run! Run!" you cried.
y/n, that was your name.
y/n.
The girl who died in Pompeii. The girl who he begged for his mother to spare, to bring back to him.
"Minho?" a tap awoke him from his thought.
He turned around to face you, it was you. "What's your name?" he immediately asked even though he knew you.
"y/n and you're Minho," you smile.
"You know me?" he asks.
You pause, "you don't know me?"
I've known you for eons he says in his head.
He thought of Pompeii. "Pompeii?" he questions out loud.
"You remember Pompeii?"
"I remember you," he whispered.
You had the blanket covering you from the coldness of your room. The landlord just wouldn't fix your heater, even if it was in the middle of winter.
"Fucking hell," Minho mumbles as he enters your room, "it's cold as fuck in here."
"You can thank my shitty landlord for that, he won't fix the damn heater."
"I'll get you an electrician, it's like below freezing in here," Minho mumbles.
"With what money?"
"Sweetheart I'm immortal, I have more than enough money to my name after thousands of years of existing," he reminds you.
"I forget you're literally like Edward Cullen, you freaking vampire," you chuckle.
"I am not Edward Cullen," he persists.
He was now laying next to you, "I am not as pale as him," he continues.
"Are you wearing jeans on my bed right now?" you look at him with disgust.
"Minho," you blurt.
The noise from the TV above the fireplace becoming background music in your ears. "Mhm," he hums, his eyes fixated on the TV screen.
"Are you brave?" you ask, "like, your mom is Athena, so are you like her, are you fearless? Do you have no quest too grand to conquer?"
He chuckles, "no, I'm quite cowardly," he replies.
"Why can't she live?" he begs his mother.
"Minho, she is still alive," his mother reminds him.
"Yeah but for how long? How long until she is gonna die? How long until I have to look for her in her next life?" he yells in despair.
"Minho she is cursed with reincarnation, you know there is nothing you can do."
"Minho?" you ask the boy who is laying next to you in bed.
He looks up at you, "make love to me?" you ask.
He is gentle when he makes love to you, just like always. He kisses over your skin and takes your breast into his mouth like always. But this time feels different. Like he is studying your body. Like this will be the last time he holds you.
You don't question his desperation, figuring it was just due to the lack of time you had spent with him recently.
He gently pushes into you and watches over every way your face contorts with pleasure. He holds you close to him as he buries himself inside your cunt. Mumbling sweet words into your ear while you cum around him.
Taking his time building up his own orgasm before spilling into you his seed.
"Minho," you call out to him, he perks his head up and looks at you, "tell me the story of how we first met," you request.
You curl up into his side, his arms draped around you lovingly.
"Well, we were both kids, living in the village next to Pompeii, your mother was a baker and your father was a farmer. Your parents prayed to my mother, and my mother sent me to bless them one night," he pauses, rubbing circles on your lower back, "and so I walked into your house, and was going to leave the money my mother had sent me to give to your parents but you saw me. You thought I was stealing from you," he chuckles at the memory, "and then instead of doing the logical thing like waking your parents up, you handed me a piece of bread and told me that I didn't have to steal food. D'you remember that?" he asks softly.
"Mhm," you nod your head, "and you told me your little secret," you recall.
He's never been more sure of anything in his entire life. This he knows, he knows he is tired of watching you die.
He knows he must die to break your cycle of reincarnation.
He holds the knife to his wrists and doesn't think twice before cutting them.
He'll wait for you in the underworld. And that is the only comfort he has as life leaves his body. Knowing you and him will one day be reunited.
You sit next to the headstone where he is buried and wipe away any of the dirt and grime that has accumulated on the surface.
The word 'brave' carved into the stone right below his name.
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The Pen: One-Shot | Pool Winner
Ahn Yujin x Male Reader (POV)
I was so tired that I go straight to bed when I arrived home. And then, of course I was late in the morning. I shouldnât be late tho. Because today was a big day. I got out from the bed, brushed my teeth and wore my jeans and shirt in nearly just five minutes. I hoped into my car and drive straight to the record studio. I worked with many famous artists. But today, IVE Â were visiting us to record a special track. I was too excited to see my bias, Yujin. I dreamed about this day ever since I knew that they were coming to our studio. I even prepared my albums and photocards in order to get them signed by the group. But especially Yujin.
But there was a big problem. I already got the text from my friend that says theyâre about to be here. And the problem was that I forgot my bag in home. As you can guess, I was already there, at the record studio. I rushed inside my booth and make my preparations. It was that moment that I realized that I forgot my bag at home. Fuck. There was no turning back from there. Theyâre here, our secretary opened the booths door and said to me. I went out from the booth and greet the girls. They were even more gorgeous than they look on the screen. Especially Yujin, oh boy she was glowing. I briefed them about the song and the standart procedure, then we started. I turned back to my booth. And we did a part of the recording. I was so dehydrated and I needed a cofee break. I got out from the recording booth and went downstairs to get myself a coffee. Many of my friends from work knew that I was obssessed with Yujin. Some of them were encouraging me to talk to her. I mean, I did not see the point? What is going to happend? We suddenly start dating? I got my coffee and went upstairs.
I returned to my place and give the greenlight to the team to start recording again. But suddenly, power went out. Generators were not working. This happened to us before tho. I was familiar with the problem so we just used the backup generators. But sadly, they were no good for powering up our recording gear. It was just for lights and kitchen. So that we can survive in the studio and do the lightwork until the problem gets fixed. Sometimes it get fixed quickly, sometimes it takes a remarkable amount of time. I went out to talk to the girls agent. This kind of artists were using different artists in different countries, in US, they working with an American agent. I never seen or heard about her. So I asked how many days will the girls will be around. She told me 4 maybe 5. I said that we may have to postpone the recording for today so that the girls go to their hotels and rest. She said it is a great idea. She went to the other room to make phonecalls to arrange a driver for the girls. During that time, I went into my cabin again and start looking at my phone. I never realized that Yujin was doing the same in the recording are. my eyes caught Yujin sitting in the recording area of the booth. She smiled and wawed at me. This was an interaction I was not expecting. I studied Korean in my University years and I was familiar with the language. Although has been a long time since I used it. I said, fuck it! When are you going to get the chance to talk to Yujin again? I got out of my section of the booth and get right inside to the recording area. She was wearing white knee socks, a crop tank top and jean shorts. And let me tell you, her shorts was literally short. I tried not to look at her legs and belly button so that I would not look like a creep in our first interaction.
I said hi with my broken Korean. She greeted me with a kind gesture. You know the little bowing they do when they greet somebody. I did the same. She asked me if I know Korean, or If i just know the basics like greeting and asking names. I said that I think that we can communicate in Korean. She said that not many Americans know Korean. âThey barely know English donât worry.â She laughed at my joke very loudly. I insulted my own people to make Yujin laugh. Totally worth it tho. We surprizingly started chatting about things about life and work. Then, their manager get inside the booth. And opened Google translate in order to tell Yujin something. She looked at me with a smiling face. It was a reference to the thing I said about Americans. I already fell into her humour. âI can translate.â I said to her agent. She relieved. âTell her that weâre stuck here for a moment because I did not find any cars to drive them to the hotel.â I translated this to Yujin. She asked me to ask about the girls. âWhat about the other girls?â I asked. âTheyâre visiting the area with some guards. We can arrange a host for her if she wants to do so too.â I translated this too. Yujin replied âNo, I will wait here. Thank you.â I was surprised. âShe stays. Donât worry she is in good hands.â I replied to the agent. She said whatever and went out. And she come back in âIf the power does not fixed in a few hours we will go to the hotel somehow.â Again, I translated. She answered in English. âOkay.â The agent went out again.
Yujin continued in her cute english âShe talks very much.â She giggled. I laughed. âYou want a coffee?â She nodded. âYes, please.â I went downstairs to get her a coffee in a flash. I grabbed a coffee want went upstairs very quickly. My friends were cheering for me. Of course there were cameras. I gave her the coffee and went into my recording booth, unplugged the camera and went back in. Our chat was too fun. We talked about music, industry, movies and many things. She is even a better person than you see and read in online. She is an angel. Literally.
My eyes were having a hard time trying not to look at her thighs and legs. But It was literally impossible. I tried to distract myself by saying that she is my bias in IVE. The moment I said this, her face blushed. I can see that she was embarassed. I tried to comfort her by saying âAnd youâre even prettier in real life.â I donât think what I said helped her the slightest, but I wanted to say it anyways. But I can see that she was a little bit more comfortable about this whole situation when I said âI wanted to bring you my albums and wanted you to sign but..â She interrupted âWhat happened?â I answered, âI forgot them at home when I was trying to be here on time for you.â âOh, that is so cute. I still sign them for you If you want.â I asked how can we do it. She answered. âMaybe I can come around with you and sign them for you. Is your house far away from here?â
That was an answer i did not expect. She just really wanted to come home with me? Should I do it? âItâs not very far away. A seven or eight minute drive and Iâm home.â âGreat!â she answered. As soon as we finish this recording, I will come with you and sign your albums she said. âWe probably going to finish tomorrow. I bring them with me if you want.â She looked at me. âNo, donât carry them around with you. I can come with you.â I agreed. After a moment of silence, she took the last sip from her coffee and wanted a pen. I gave her mine. I always keep a pen in my pocket. She signed the paper cup and gave it to me. âLetâs start with this.â Â Â And then her agent came in. âLetâs goâ she said, our car is here.
And she went with her agent. It was going so good that I did not wanted it to end. At least, I got a promise from her. She will come to my home and sign my albums and photocards. I did not mention this to anybody. And I went home. Later that night I got a text from the studio. The problem was fixed and the studio was ready for recording. At least we did half of the song. Only a few hours of work left to do.
As I was getting ready to go to bed, I got a notification. IT WAS FROM YUJIN. SHE MESSAGED ME. It was saying, âI got your instagram from our agent. She asked so many questions. LOL.â âOh, Hi!â I texted back. And I wanted to be a little bit funny. âDo I know you, princess?â She sent me a sticker of a cat holding a heart. And texted âCan you send me pictures of your photocards?â I got up and took a little video of my binder for her, then sent it. She replied quickly. âEven from IZ*ONE?â Â âYup.â I replied. âYou deserve a lot of signs lolâ She texted. And continued texting. âI need to sleep now but.. See you tomorrow.â She texted and sent that cat emoji again. I wished her good night. She liked my message. Then I went to sleep. Or at least I tried.
In the morning, if i completely be honest, I waited for a good morning message. I opened our chat and started typing things. But i did not sent anything. When I was doing so, she suddenly texted. âMorning. What were you typing?â I quickly had the control of the situation by saying; âI wanted to tell you good morning but i did not sure that youâre awake. And I did not want to wake you up.â The cat sticker. Again. âYour pen is with me right now. I forgot to give it back.â âYou can keep it if you liked itâ I replied. âThank you, I will sign your albums with this. Haha.â She replied again. I said that I need to go to the studio. âSee you at the recording.â I texted. She liked my message. But no cat sticker this time.
I arrived at the studio. The girls were already there. We quickly started the recording. It went pretty well. We finished even quicker than I expected. We wrapped up the recording and they left the studio. Except Yujin. When a K-Pop artist comes another country to record a special track, they had time to explore the country and buy some souvenirs. Yujin decided to spend her time with me. But her attitude was different from yesterday. She was like more.. intimitading. She approached me. This time she was wearing a skirt and a crop t-shirt. And a Nike shoe. That crop was a must. She loved to show her abs.
As we started to walk towards my car, she said that she needs a cover up before entering my car. She said someone might took her photos and start rumours. I gave her a cap and a long coat. We entered my car very quickly. And I drove her away from a safer zone. Along the way, she kept asking me personal questions. But the most important one was when she asked âDo you have a girlfriend?â âNoâ I answered. And I donât know why i kept giving her my personal information but, i continued; âShe cheated on me. So we broke up.â âWhat a bitch!â she answered. Then she quickly get emberassed because she swore. âDonât worryâ I said. You are still so cute when you are swearing. She laughed. âI wouldnât cheat on you beacuse youâre a good person. And youâre handsome too.â She said. I was pretty shocked to hear this. I looked at her face. âLook at the road.â She turned my face towards to the road. âYou will see my face enough today.â She continued. âIt will never be enough tho.â I answered. âSorry If i offended you by saying I wouldnât cheat on you. I did not upsed you did I? âShe asked. âWhy would I be offended by that?â I asked. She kept her silence for a moment. And contiuned; âYou always say Iâm so cute, so beautiful, Arenât I sexy and hot?â Okay. This was something different. She obviously trying to flirt with me. I was very close to get a one night stand with my bias. I was feeling confident.
We arrived my house. I opened her door and hold her hand while she got out from my car. She thanked me and we started walking to my house. I have a modest house. I am a successfull record producer. But also I try to live a humble life. She was fascinated by my house. I never understand if she was being polite or if she really liked it but, that was the situation.
After we entered the house, she said that if I have something fresh to drink. I offered her a beer or a coke. She took the beer. As he was drinking her beer, she got up and started to walk around my house. My record collection, my computer. She was taking a full interest in me. The she asked âWhere are your albums and cards. I want to see them.â I gave her the bag. She started to sign them with my pen. And after some time she finished signing them. She put them onto my desk. And sit beside me. âDo you love me?â She asked. âWhat are you talking about?â I asked. âCome on, you said Iâm your bias. Didnât you ever jerked off to my fancam?â Okay. It was happening. âI think about it.â I said. I got a boner sometimes. But I did not jerked off to you.â She took of her phone and checked to clock. It was 2 P.M. âI need to be in the Hotel by 4 P.M.â She said. âWe have two hours.â Two hours for what I asked. She didnât even replied and just kissed me on the cheek. I hold her neck and started kissing her lips. She started to took my clothes off. I did the same. She was left with her socks and her bra. I was only with my pants and my socks. She took of my pants and sit on my leg. We were kissing very passionately. Our lips were sealed to each other and our tongues were dancing in each others mouth. I took off her panties. And I carried her to my bedroom. Throw her to the bed and get on top of her. I started to kiss her every inch. Her nose, her lips and her neck. I started to go down slowly. I squeezed her tits. My cock was rock hard. But kissing her soft lips and her soft boobs was feeling like heaven. But I needed to go down on her and eat her pussy. When I started to eat her pussy, her body was shaking with my every touch. She was getting goosebumps everytime i lick her clit. It was so wet and so soft. I started fingering her pussy. After a while, I gave her an orgasm. Her juice was all over my hand. I licked my hand and I turned her back and started licking her asshole. âDonât, Itâs so gross.â She said while moaning. I answered âNo, I want this.â As she was moaning and saying things in Korean, I stopped licking her asshole. Gave her ass a good spank and turned her back to me. âI want to suck your cock.â She looked at me with her cute eyes. I lay down on my bed, she get up and started to suck my cock. Yujin was sucking my cock.
She was so good. As she sucked my cock, I felt like she was sucking my soul off from my body. âAre you coming?â She asked me. âYes, a little bit more, then I will be coming.â She stopped and said; âDo you want to cum on my boobs or on my back?â âI want to cum on your belly button.â I said. âYou do that.â I was about to cum, I said to her that I was about to cum. I hold my wet cock. And started jerking it off to Yujinâs belly. My ropes of cum were on her belly. She rub her belly with her finger and eat my cum. âYou should have just cum into my mouthâ She said. âWe still have timeâ I said.
She asked me for a condom. I always carry one in my wallet. I took of my wallet and take the condom inside. She hand gestures me saying give me the condom. She took the condom into his hands. Her red nail polish looked so sexy while she is holding my cock. She put the condom on, and turn her back to me. She was bent over in front of me. I got closer to her pussy and kissed it. Then i put my cock into her pussy. She was moaning like hell. But I wasnât gentle with her. I put the tip in, waited a second that put it all the way in. Very hard. I was hammering her. Holding her waist. I was holding her waist so hard that it was starting to go red. I let go of her waist and started to spank her ass. Left, right, left, right. With each spank, she was moaning a little more. I realized that I was about to cum, so I changed the position. Since she is very tiny, I was able to turn her face to me. I put her legs to my shoulder and took of her socks. Her little feet was on my face. I was kissing her feet wile i pound her pussy. She was screaming in English at this point. Then I put her legs down and get a little bit closer to her face. I was kissing her face as I was fucking her pussy. She was also scraching my back like crazy. As I pound her, she started to scrach a little bit more. At some point, I can feel that my back was bleeding.
She came for a second time. This time it was all over my cock and my legs. I continued to pound her pussy. I was about to cum. I took off the condom in a hurry, get closer to her face and cum on her face. She licked the cum near her lips. I gave her a napkin. She cleaned her face. Her face was so pink. I can tell that I fucked her really good. She hugged me. That hug was better than the sex. She looked at the time. âWe have 20 minutes.â she said. âWhere is your pen? I need your pen.â She continued. I got up and brought her the pen. She signed my left chest. And kissed it. âI was thinking about singing your forehead but you need to drive me to the hotel.â She said. I laughed. âNow I have two reasons not to take a bathâ I said. âWhat was the first?â she asked. âYour smell is all over me. I never want it to disappear.â I answered. She hugged me again. âWill you help me dress up?â âOf course.â I answered. I helped her wear her clothes. She did not wear her bra and her socks. âYou can keep those. In case you miss my smell.â She said. Then I asked âWill I Ever see you again?â She hugged me again and said; âI donât think so. But If you see me again, you can be sure that weâre going to do this again.â I was devastated to hear that but, what else was going to happen? âI will text you tho.â She continued. âNow, letâs go. Iâm going to be late.â I get dressed up and carried her to the car. As we were getting closer to the hotel, a sadness was taking over my body. Her little hand was on my thigh. It was a feeling that cannot be described with words.
Then we arrived at her hotel. She took off the pen one last time, put on her cap and coat and signed my forehead. Gave me a kiss on the lips. âGoodbye.â She said. âGoodbye.â I replied. As she got into the hotel and disappeared from my sight, I was just standing here. Frozen. Trying to process what happened in the last few hours. I smelled my right hand. It was still smelling like her.
And I drove off to my home.
THE END.
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minnie x f!reader . 2,572K words
tags: older minnie/age gap. alcohol. use of âgirlâ and other feminine terms. vaginal fingering.
synopsis: minnie is a regular at your cafe job. after one particularly hard day, she runs into you and helps you out in more ways than one.
Minnie hands you a glass of wine before she sits down beside you on her couchâ albeit probably too close, but the smell of her perfume and her radiating body heat next to you makes any doubt disappear immediately.
âSo how long have you been there?â She asks, ruffling a hand through her hair. You shoot her a look. âThe cafe, I mean.â She chuckles.
âOh! About a year now. My last job wasnât getting me by, but the pay here is a little better and the tips are good. Iâm thinking about quitting though because last weââ You catch yourself.
âSorry. I ramble when Iâm nervous. But a year. Iâve been there a year.â You chuckle awkwardly, catching minnieâs gaze as she looks at you with a warm smile.
âWhy are you nervous, baby?â
You feel your face go hot and it takes every fiber within you not to start giggling like an idiot.
You donât really remember how you got here exactly, but you do remember crying profusely and running into one of your regulars at your job.
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It was raining and you had just worked a shift from hell. Customers yelling in your face, whipped cream and green tea spilled over your pants and shoesâ the whole nine yards. You practically run out of the cafe on your way to your car. You huddle to yourself, as if it will make the rain avoid you specifically given you forgot your umbrella. You sit down in your passenger seat momentarily, and for the first time in six hours, you breathe. Ready to go home and shower and probably cry, you start your car. Or try to at least. You turn the key again. And again. And again, but to no avail it doesnât start. At all.
You feel tears stinging at your eyes, but you blink them away and decide to get out and pop the hood. You donât know what youâre looking at. You just want to go home. Your hair is wet and your clothes are cold and damp.
At some point in between clocking out and having a breakdown in the rain, you ran into Minnie, a regular customer at your job that comes in every other day.
Shit.
You didnât know what bothered you more: being in this vulnerable position for anyone to walk by and wonder if you were crazy or really down on your luck or having the woman youâve had a crush on for literal months walking by and wonder if you were crazy or just really down on your luck. You prayed it was the ladder.
âAre you okay?â She asks after she gets out of her car, jogging towards you. âDo you need a jump?â
Sheâs in high waisted jeans and a blouse. Unlike yours, her hair and clothes dry. âHere,â Minnie says, passing you her umbrella as she goes to open your hood. Itâs useless now, but a kind gesture nonetheless.
âI donât know if itâll work,â You whisper, âWith the rain and all.â
âAre you locked out your car?â She asks, concerningly.
âNo.â You say calmly.
âSo why didnât yoââ She pauses and laughs softly, understanding youâre in a particularly vulnerable state.
âLook,â Minnie pauses. âI live right there. Why donât I take you to my place really quick so you can dry off and when the rain stops, Iâll come give you a jump, hmm?â She says with that same familiar smile that made you weak in the knees when you see it.
As charming as she is, you didnât want to be pitied, even if you were quite literally having a breakdown outside of your job.
âI donât know, Itâsââ
âCome on!â She says pulling you to her car by your arm. Not letting you finish your potential objection.
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âThinking about whatâs gonna happen to my car if itâs broken. Thinking about how Iâm in a strangerâs huge fucking apartment as I wear her clothes. You know⌠the usual.â You joke and Minnie gives you that same warm smile as she chuckles. You finish the rest of your wine in one sip. Minnie gives you a concerning look before doing the same just for the hell of it.
âI feel like I only had a shitty shift because I didnât see you today.â You say, entirely too late to take back.
Before you can try to awkwardly change the subject, âI canât tell if youâre blaming me for your shitty day or if you missed me.â She says jokingly and you immediately feel a relief fall over you.
âWhat? Of course not!â
âOf course you didnât miss me? Wow⌠Here I thought I was a favorite of yours.â Minnie says fake dramatically and for the first time all day, you feel a real genuine smile creep on your face.
âIâve always wanted to ask, is Minnie short for something?â You inquire, your nerves slowly zipping away from the glass of wine.
Her eyes light, âNo, actually.â She says matter of fact-ly. âItâs just a nickname. My real names Nicha.â
âNicha,â you repeat to yourself, âThatâs pretty. Itâs fitting.â
You regret meeting her eyes because the look sheâs giving you makes you want to dart your eyes in the opposite direction, but in fear of looking like a pussy in front of the most attractive woman youâve ever seen, you hold it.
Minnie is looking at you, eyes low and smiling. âYouâre so pretty, you know that? Not used to seeing you outside of your work.â
You feel your stomach tingle and your face heat up again. âYeah?â You say, deciding to play this little game with her back.
âYeah. You look even better in my clothes too.â She adds.
In the back of your mind, you knew this was crazy. Going to the home of a woman you barely know, letting her wash your clothes and putting you in herâs. Letting her offer you alchoholâat worseâ drinking it.
âWas this your plan?â You ask, voice low and sultry. âGet some drinks in me. Try to jump my bones?â
Minnie scoots closer to you, âWhat? Of course not!â She says, mocking you from a few moments ago. âAnd donât say it like that. Making me sound like a creep.â She jokes and shows you that smile you canât seem to get enough of right now.
Minnie gently takes your hand and opens it. âDâyou want me to stop, baby?â
Fuck.
âNo.â
âGood.â She brings your hand to her mouth and presses a light kiss to your palm. You look at her with desperate eyes.
âYouâve had such a hard day,â Minnie coos, face inching towards you. âCan I make you feel better?â She whispers into your ear, as if there was anyone else around. You nod, saying yes to whatever that entails.
She kisses the sensitive skin where your ear meets your neck and you let out a soft gasp. You couldnât believe this. You gently move her face in front of yours, holding her by her chin with your fingers. She bites her bottom lip mindlessly as she looks at yours. Minnieâs eyes flicker up to yours. âCan I kiss you?â She whispers, and you waste no time closing the gap between the two of you. Her lips press against yours firmly before she opens her mouth to take in your lower lip. She sucks at your lips slowly as you moan in between kisses. She tastes sweet like expensive wine and her lips are just as soft as you imagined.
Minnieâs hands find your hips and she grips them, tugging you closer. She pops her mouth off of yours and latches onto your neck. She gathers a part of skin between her teeth before biting down, you gasp unexpectedly before she soothes it with her velvet wet tongue and plump lips.
Youâre dizzy. This is all too much. Itâs too much, but you canât help but want more.
She nips and sucks at various spots of your neck, ones that you are sure will leave marks, but you canât find it in you to care. She comes off of your neck to meet your eyes, her nose touching yours. Minnie tugs at the bottom of the shirt of hers that you had on. She looks at you for permission and as soon as you give her a nod, she begins to bunch up the shirt at your collarbone, leaving your chest bare and exposed. Minnie places her hand on the small of your back before laying you down on her couch as she settles between your legs.
Mindlessly, your hands go to cover your breasts. That is until Minnie goes to lean down towards your ear. âDonât hide from me. Youâre so beautiful.â She says kissing at your neck again. âWanna see you,â Her hands gently cover yours and move them away, âAll of you.â Still holding your hands at your sides, she wraps her mouth around your nipple and you involuntarily whimper at the warm, slick contact. She twirls her tongue around it repeatedly, each time trying to earn another one of the beautiful sounds you make. She lets go of one of your hands, but you keep it there. In obedience. She uses her now free hand to pinch at your unoccupied bud, making you yelp and clench your fist. She switches to the newly pinched nipple and sucks as she kneads your opposite boob with her other hand, now leaving you with two free hands.
You use this as an opportunity to cup the back of her head with your hands as she sucks on your breasts repeatedly. Your hips buck into her involuntarily, wanting more of whatever was going on. You moan out into the open space again before asking, âMore.â
It was all you could manage to say right now. Minnie pops off of your nipple and looks up from you at this position, âMore what, pretty girl?â You groan at her and move your hips against her body, desperate for any sort of friction.
âI want you.â You say, low, for her ears only.
âYeah?â She teases you as she creeps one hand up from your chest to your lips. She cups your face, her thumb grazing over your bottom lip. Without her even asking, you open your mouth, allowing her to slip her thumb in with ease. You wrapped your tongue around the lone digit, watching her eye your mouth in adoration.
She slips her thumb from your lips and slowly replaces them with her middle fingers and like before, you obey and suck. You allow her to push them back into your mouth, you coat her long digits in your saliva as you moan around them. âLook at you. Such a good girl.â Minnie muttered. âA good girl just for me.â She grins. Her praise was making your head spin.
Minnie pulls her fingers out of your mouth and lays against you,holding herself up on the forearm surrounding your head. She slips a hand into the front of the shorts she gave you. Your underwear was in the wash along with the rest of your clothes, youâve never been more grateful, for the sole fact that her slick wet fingers immediately met your clit, making you gasp softly.
âPlease.â You beg. Now feeling extremely desperate to feel her inside of you. She kisses your cheek and shushes you. âShhh. Patience, love.â She whispers. Her fingers circle your clit once more before teasing at your entrance. âFuck, youâre so wet for me.â She teases.
Her mouth finds yours as she kisses you, slow and languid. Itâs at this point too that she decides to push her fingers into you, making you groan into her mouth at the feeling. Minnie starts off slow, her fingers pumping in and out of you at an excruciating pace for you. You whined at the sensation. âPleaseâ Go faster.â You whimpered against her mouth.
âIâve always wanted to have you like this. Always wanted to fuck you.â She says, almost as a confession. If you werenât physically at a loss for words, youâd tell her the same. Youâd tell her about how you always eyed her long fingers and strong hands as you took her order. About how good you thought her plump lips and nose would look under you as you rode her face. If only she knew.
She fucks her fingers into you more firmly now, at a new pace that makes you moan with every pump. A pace that makes you grip at her arm, your nails digging into her flesh. âF-fuck Minnie. Please.â She bites at your neck once more. The multiple stimulations making you mewl like a fucking kitten.
She comes up from the crook of your neck to admire your face. Your face flushed with a glowy sheenâ sheâd swear sheâs never seen a more beautiful sight. You continue to babble nonsense and whine as she fucks into you, you feel a knot forming in your stomach as youâre being inched closer to release.
âSay my name.â She says softly, almost sounding desperate, but still demanding.
You moan and attempt to do as she says, âMiâ.â
âNu uh,â She interrupts you, grinning, âMy real name.â
As soon as she said that, she began to speed up, her fingers hitting a spot that you felt were sure to make you cum around them soon. Barely able to speak, âN-NichaâŚâ You whimpered. You feel her smile against your bare skin. Your hips begin to buck against her hand. She sucks on your neck, her face finding that same spot that earns the familiar noises from you. âClose, NichaâŚclose.â You mutter out between moans. You knew you werenât going to be able to last long.
The movements of Minnieâs fingers in your pussy weâre becoming sloppier as you clenched around her. âThere you go,â she coos, âCome for me, pretty girl.â And with one last praise, your walls tighten around her fingers and your hips grind against her, hard and desperate. You let out a string of curses and whimpers followed by her name as she kissed you all over. âWant you to cum all over my fingers.â She says, sending you over the edge with one last whine before entirely riding out your climax.
Your heavy pants fill the entire room. Minnieâs forehead touches yours while she hovers over you. You decide to break the gap again and meet her in a long, slick fluid kiss. You could feel her fingers still inside of you before she slowly pulls them out of you. Her face still centimeters away from yours, she puts her fingers into her mouth, allowing herself to taste you before turning her head to pull you into a deep kiss once more. You moan into the kiss, tasting yourself on her lipsâ you swear youâve never been more turned on. You stay like that for a few mere moments before the beeping of her dryer snaps the two of you out of it.
âDo you feel better, baby?â She asks, coming off of you and sitting up. She fixes her hair and adjusts her shirt.
âMuch better.â You say, offering her that same shit eating grin in return.
Minnie cups your face with her free hand, giving you a gentle kiss on the cheek before standing up from the couch.
âIâll go get your clothesâŚâ
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Synopsis: little one shot based off of this ask, so idc to make this fancy: you and Toji smoke a lot of weed and fuck. enjoyđ
Characters: Toji Fushiguro x you.
Content: Minors Do Not Interact! smut, afab! reader, fem! reader, stoner! Toji, stoner! reader, having sex while high, big dick! Toji, rough sex, suggestiveness, cursing, breeding, dick suckin/pussy eatin, just filthy, unashamed Toji smut. I love that man.
Word Count: 5.6k-ish
Notes: ily and anon was the smartest for this idea. sorry if this is lame but being the stoner I am I couldnât resist. Iâm also bad at endings but itâs fine youâre the best byeeeeeđđĽšđŤś
You have all of thirty minutes to get ready for the party. Your mascara is dried out, hair totally untouched, and you still couldnât decide on what outfit to wear.
You werenât too concerned, but you want to look presentable. It was some random block party, but it was 4/20, so the theme was âMary Janeâ of course. And if you were going to do anything, itâd be dressing appropriately for the occasion. You also know that every time you get high you love taking pictures of yourself and your friends, and you always felt a little better with your face beat and your hair laid.
Speaking of laid, itâs been a minute. Not for any particular reason other than no one has caught your eye recently. But maybe tonight could be your lucky night.
You settle on a green mesh top, a short skirt to go along with it, and some black platform boots to finish it off. You accessorize with your favorite green and gold jewelry, making sure to grab your ring with the big leaf emblem on it. You took a look at your â420â sunglasses, noting how similar they look to New Yearâs Eve glasses. Cringing yourself out from the amount of âhey I smoke weed!â energy youâre giving off, you decide to leave the glasses home.
This was the first time in a while youâve been to a party where you didnât know anyone there. The front door opens as a couple walks out, and smoke literally billows from the living room. You scoot past them, as well as a large burly man who you assume is security, to get to the kitchen.
You had brought your own weed of course, but you were intent on sharing with others. There were plenty of supplies in the kitchen so you start to roll a few blunts before bringing them to the living room.
Sure, youâve seen some of these faces around. But you were awful with names and may have snuck in a little gummy edible before the Uber arrived, so socializing has lost itâs sparkle.
You immediately light up, wanting to join the rest of the guests in their euphoria. There was loud music playing, plenty of laughter and talking, and you felt content in your own world.
You pass the blunt to the girl nearest you, and spark up again, wanting to start a rotation.
Youâre lost in your phone as you wait for the blunt to come back your way. You look to the man to your left, and notice heâs hogging it. Youâre much too chicken to say something, so you decide to let it pass. He was probably just too high and forgot he was holding it.
You continue scrolling, anticipating a lazy bump of your shoulder so you can steal back your blunt. Until a large, looming figure waltzes its way in between you and the blunt stealer.
âThink youâve had enough, huh? Why donât you give it back to the lady?â He says as he has a seat next to you, taking the blunt out of the manâs hands. He had it for so long, it wasnât even burning anymore. You appreciate the gesture and put the blunt between your lips, cursing a muffled âdammitâ after you realize your lighter is lost in the abyss. Either that or someone stole it.
Until the man beside you pulls a standard, black bic out of his tight jean pocket. His large hands engulf the lighter as he flicks the spark wheel, bringing the flame closer to your face so you can relight.
You pull a deep puff in, uttering a thank you before you pass it back to him. Itâs only right he has some since he saved such a damsel in distress.
You had unknowingly been avoiding eye contact with him; it was a habit of yours when you smoked. After passing the blunt to him, you have a realization.
âI thought you were security,â you blurt out, immediately laughing at the word vomit you were trying to keep to yourself.
âSecurity?â
God, does he look good.
âYeah, uh, w-when I came in you were posted up at the door like someone paid you to keep watch. L-Like a big guard dog,â you say, fumbling over your own words like you were paid to.
âYouâre funny,â he admits, not knowing what else to say. He passes you back the blunt for the second time, to which you take happily.
God, do you look good.
âUh, my names Toji by the way.â
âOh, nice to meet you, Iâm y/n.â
You watch his eyes trail your body. You canât help when you do the same. He was intoxicating to look at. He was so tall, had such a large frame, and looked like he could kill you so quickly. Which as much as you hate admitting, was something you liked in men. He had dark hair and a little scar on his lip.
âWatchyaâ staring for, hun?â
You turn to pass the blunt to the girl next to you again, hoping he didnât notice the redness in your cheeks.
âYou were starinâ first,â you say, and he canât help but agree.
âItâs hard not to.â
âWhat do you mean?â
He takes a moment before responding, giving you another chance to examine him. Your eyes meet his, and you are the first to break eye contact, not being able to stand your ground under his stare.
âYou look really fuckinâ good,â he says with the upmost confidence, before he leaves to go to the kitchen. Giving you no time to respond.
Heâs back shortly after with two fresh blunts. Instead of taking his seat again, he leans over the back of the couch, pressing his cheek to your hair before he tells you to âcome smoke with me upstairsâ. His voice so close to your ear, so low and so quiet, scared you. But you were truthfully desperate for dick, and he looked like he knew how to give it. Even if it didnât go that far, the living room was getting far too loud anyways.
You follow suit, standing up from the couch with an âokayâ before he beckons you upstairs. The crowd is thicker now, and you have no clue where the upstairs are. You look back at him, signaling you are totally lost in this dank, dark house. He puts a hand on your waist to help guide you and you swear his fingers dug into your hip intentionally. He lets out a rough âmoveâ to some couple in front of you two blocking the stairs.
He finds an empty bedroom upstairs.
âOwner doesnât care if we smoke in here, itâs some guest bedroom.â
What a hell of a guest bedroom, you think. The room is fully furnished including a couch, a tv, gaming equipment, and thereâs an attached bathroom. This shit was better than your own room back home.
Toji leads you to the couch where he pats the spot beside him, motioning for you to join him. He already has one blunt affixed between his soft lips, giving you the other once you sit down.
He instinctively puts his arm around you, but leaves it there once he notices you donât mind whatsoever.
âSorry, just got too loud down there,â he admits before lighting his blunt.
You reach for the lighter, but he grabs your hand out of the air. He turns your face to his, cupping your jaw with his other hand. He brings his face closer to yours, sticking the end of his blunt to the tip of yours, waiting for you to pull to light your own.
God, did he look really fucking good.
You mutter another âthanksâ taking a deep inhale as you had so many times that night. You canât help but focus your eyes anywhere other than his face, trying to keep your embarrassment at bay.
âYouâre starinâ again, doll.â
âCanât help it,â you admit sheepishly, âyou look.. really good.â
âIs that so?â He says with a smirk, trying his hardest not to love watching you squirm.
You nod, to which he responds, âuse your words, y/n,â and you think you could faint.
Surely you werenât wrong in assuming he wanted you too, right? At this point you were high enough that the potential backfire of your next question was no where near present in your mind.
âCan you fuck me?â
He coughs, accidentally blowing a puff of smoke straight in your face. You must have taken him by surprise.
His answer to your question comes non-verbally, as he grabs your plush thighs to situate you on top of him. You can already feel how much he wants this through his pants. You gasp, taken aback by his forwardness.
âOh I can, doll, I really can. You think you can handle all that, though?â He asks, putting the blunt back in his mouth so he can grab your hips and pull you onto his length. The sudden stimulation to your clit leaves you reeling as you try not to throw your head back in ecstasy.
âI wonât know unless I see it,â faking how confident you were appearing. Your only motivator in putting on this mask is to get the release you need so desperately. You throw in a âpleaseâ to stress how urgent this was.
âGottaâ learn how to be patient, bratâ he says with a light laugh, reaching out his hand to take your blunt for the moment. He finds a nearby ashtray to sit them on for the time being.
He wastes no time pulling you into a messy kiss, all teeth and tongue in his attempt to devour you. You lean into the kiss, meeting your chest with his as you slowly roll your hips down onto his length. He grunts into your mouth, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth harshly.
He pulls away only to yank your shirt over you, his hands flying to cup your tits the second theyâre free. He unlatches the clasp at the back of your bra while he trails sloppy kisses along your clavicle.
You canât help but moan with every touch, each kiss, every roll of your hips. It had been so long since youâve been touched like this and his ways with you were electrifying. Each touch left you wanting more and the lazy, rough rolling of your hips left his cock angry and weeping at the tip.
His lips latch to your nipple and suck, biting ever so slightly. You arch into him and he follows your movements, leaning back into the couch so you can really be on top of him, properly. He reached behind his head and grabs one of the blunts, praising god that it was still lit.
You were surprised that he wanted to continue smoking, and your movements stilled slightly.
âI didnât tell you to stop, did I?â He asks, taking a brief inhale of the smoke and purposefully blowing it in your face. Shocked at his bravado, you continue the movements of your hips, already feeling close from the rough stimulation. But you canât quite get there.
You place your hands underneath his shirt, running your cold hands up his taught stomach to his chest. Your right hand trails up to his nipple, and you canât help but grab a handful of his tit, laughing as you do so. You expect him to get mad and maybe even call the whole thing off.
Instead, he laughs along with you to cover up a moan, passes you the blunt, and pulls his shirt over his head, ruffling his already disheveled hair.
âYou gonnaâ strip for me, pretty boy?â You ask, genuinely needing to feel him closer.
He laughs again, and you can tell the weed is hitting him hard. But you were right there with him, you think, puffing on the blunt for the nth time that night.
âOnly if you do, brat,â he says before heâs already reaching to take off his belt. He pushes you back some, needing room to get those tight fucking pants off. Your eyes are glued to his pelvis, waiting to watch his cock spring free.
He leaves you hanging, only pulling his pants down slightly before heâs telling you to âget upâ. You follow suit, trying your best to take your skirt off slowly in front of him. He pulls his pants fully off and is left splayed on the couch in nothing but his tight, black briefs, neck and chest all red and splotchy. Laid out like your own personal slut.
It takes everything in him not to make you ride his face then and there, but he wanted to watch you cum all on your own.
âThe fuck are you waitinâ for?â He asks, noticing how lost in thought you were. He brings you back to reality with his sharp words and motions for you to take your seat back on his lap.
He mutters a âgimmeâ thatâ before he steals the blunt from you again.
He takes a puff, âmake a mess on me, yeah?â and you canât help but comply. You fully seat yourself back in his lap, nothing between you two but the thin fabric of your thong and his briefs. Having his thick jeans out of the way let you fully feel how hard, how big he was underneath you. You could feel a wet patch at the tip and you were so eager to get your mouth on him.
You pick up the pace as he ruts his hips up into yours, hard cock pressing over and over again into your clit. You were already so close before, and the lack of fabric was dizzying.
âT-Think Iâm gonnaâ cum, T-Toji,â you pant, handing him back the blunt so you can brace yourself on his muscular stomach. Heâs moaning fully now, waiting to watch you come undone. He sticks the blunt between his teeth quickly before he grabs your thick, plush hips and pulls you into him at a merciless pace.
âDo it then, bitch,â and with that, you were finished. You feel your legs tremble and attempt to close as you release all you have on the man before you. Your movements attempt to still, but he keeps up his brutal pace, not allowing you a moment without stimulation.
âT-Toji, sâtoo much, p-please,â you beg, pulling away from him so you could have a break from the overstimulation.
He mocks you, âawww, poor baby canât handle it, huh? Why donât we give you a break then?â He asks and you hope this means what you think heâs implying. He pushes you off of him fully and seats himself with his back to the couch again. He looks down at his briefs, noting the wet spot you left.
âCouldaâ done better, I think,â he says before he leans back and puts one hand behind his head, obviously waiting for you. He still holds the blunt tightly in between his lips, and he looks so fucking perfect like that. Waiting for you to do your worst.
You get off the couch, dropping to your knees in between his long legs. You reach your manicured hands up to his shaft, palming him through his briefs. He stiffens as do you, as you try not to freak out at how big he felt already.
âTake âem off, brat,â he lets out, almost sounding⌠desperate?
âYou sound like such a slut, yaâ know?â You say, unaware of the consequences this would have for you soon enough.
âFuck you,â he spits before taking it upon himself to fully undress.
Your eyes widen, âJesus Christ,â and he canât help but laugh.
âI get that a lot,â he says, which you note sounds awfully close to something a slut would say. But you hold your tongue, for now.
He was so perfect. His dick was long, thick, and veiny. His balls were heavy and relaxed, and his cherry red tip was spilling precum. You were desperate for a taste.
You grab him at the base, diving in headfirst as you take his tip fully in your mouth and suck, hard. He grunts above you as he puffs on the blunt again.
You had no want to draw out this process longer than it already had been, so you start working your hand up and down his shaft, inching your head lower and lower.
The quickness of your movements left Toji in a state of shock as he tried his best to stifle his noises. He didnât expect you to start fully giving him one of the best blowjobs heâs ever received, figuring youâd be too timid to reach halfway down the shaft by the time it was all over.
But here you were, nose buried in the black hair decorating his pelvis, swallowing around him like you were paid to.
Needing air, you pull off with a loud pop before asking him a question.
âWhatâs the matter? I can see you trying to keep quiet, yaâ know.â
He laughs, again.
âSluts whine when they get their dick sucked by a pretty girl. But Iâm not a sl- fuck,â he whines, not expecting you to continue so soon after you asked.
You were taking him almost fully now, in and out of your throat, relishing in the salty, bitter taste of his precum. He was leaking profusely, so unbelievably turned on by the sight of you taking him like a pro.
Managing to get some noise out of him only motivated you further as you now work both hands up and down his shaft, taking what you couldnât cover with your hands in and out of your wet heat.
âDonât chicken out now, doll. You wanna make me act like a slut, youâve gotta.. fuck- earn it.â He says as he grabs a fistful of your hair, standing to his feet and it takes all you have to keep your balance.
Immediately, heâs thrusting in and out of your throat mercilessly. The sounds filling the room were so indecent and filthy. He still has the blunt glued to his lips, not even taking a hand up to remove it as he fucks your throat.
Heâs using you like a toy, controlling your every movement as you take him deeper.
âWhoâs the slut now?â He asks, muffled only slightly by the blunt. He must have done this before, you think.
He pulls you off of him harshly, bending down to see you nearly eye to eye.
âDidnât I ask you a fuckinâ question?â
You nod, not realizing the mistake you just made. He grabs your face roughly, slapping your cheek with his other hand lightly, although with his strength it felt nothing of the sort. But you werenât mad about it.
âAnd what the fuck -,â he starts, grabbing himself at his base, forcing his way back into your wet mouth, â- did I say about using your words?â
His eyes are glued to you, watching your eyes water as he tries not to come apart entirely after hearing you choke around him.
âImmaâ ask again. Whoâs the slut?â
You attempt your best to answer with a muffled, unintelligible âmeâ.
âThatâs- shit -what I fuckinâ thought,â he says, knowing he wouldnât last much longer if he kept using you like this.
You grab his thighs, bracing yourself before you start to actively move with Toji, meeting his pelvis with your nose with each thrust. You try your best to hollow out your cheeks, wanting to hear some more of those little noises he wouldnât dare let slip.
âGod..dammit, woman,â he huffs, pulling you off of him regrettably, âgonna make me cum.â
He grabs you tightly by the arm, bringing you to your feet as he pulls the blunt from his mouth, kissing you once more before he takes care of you. Your mouth was so sloppy and wet from the abuse and he truly couldnât give less of a fuck. All you could taste from his mouth was smoke.
His blunt was nearly finished now, so he snuffs it out in the ashtray before he commands you to lay back down on the couch. He grabs the other, fresher blunt, and relights it, handing it over to you.
âWe gonnaâ smoke the whole time weâre doing this?â You ask, genuinely curious.
âDonât see why not. Canât let good weed go to waste,â he says before heâs towering over you, planting wet kisses on your stomach and waistband. You still donât know if you were even ready to cum again, but it seems like you have no choice.
He lands a particularly sloppy kiss on your mound, tasting you through your panties as your hips impulsively buck into his mouth.
âBe patient, doll,â he reprimands.
He crooks one finger underneath your panties, opting to push them to the side instead of pulling them off fully, which he felt was quite fitting for a slut such as yourself.
âYouâve got a pretty pussy, yaâ know that?â he says, leaving you no time to respond before his lips connect with you, wet tongue exploring every inch he can reach.
You whine, bucking your hips up into him again. He takes one hand to hold both of your hips down, ensuring you canât squirm anymore.
âTaste so fuckinâ good, doll,â he mutters quickly, not wanting to waste any more time not latched to your sweet pussy.
He begins to suck on your clit, earning a loud whine from you. You feel a protrusion at your hole as he slowly enters two fingers into you. The stretch burns, but the feeling was quickly replaced with pleasure when he immediately curls his fingers up into your spot. You wouldnât last long at this rate.
âY-Youâre realllyyy.. good, fuck,â you manage, to which he responds with a long, drawn out âmhmm,â knowing the vibrations would drive you mad. Heâs now bobbing his head, fully lost in your sex as he brings you closer to your second orgasm. Heâs fully thrusting into you, preparing you for the stretch his dick will bring. The blunt was nearly forgotten at this point, hanging over the back of the couch along with both your hands. You were lost in the ecstasy of the moment until he takes his hand and pushes down on your lower stomach, increasing the sensation of his fingers deep within you.
He pulls off of you for just a moment to say, âgonna feel me all in here, arenât yaâ?â He inserts a third finger and curls that one all the same as the rest, sucking and flicking your clit with his tongue as you chant whines of âToji, Toji, Tojiâ. With one final thrust, youâre releasing onto his fingers, attempting to clamp your legs shut to no avail.
âUh-uh, pretty girl. Hah, gottaâ clean you up first,â he says as he pulls out all three fingers, replacing them with his tongue. You catch him reaching down to his length, fisting his angry, red tip in his hand as he finishes the job. He did as he promised, lapping up every last drop of your cum like the filthy dog he was, all the while groaning into your pussy. He finishes cleaning you dutifully, opting to leave your panties on, telling you how good they looked on you.
You take another drag and ask, âyou want this back?â reaching out to him to hand over the blunt. He grabs it quickly after he wipes his mouth with the palm of his hand, and through the smoke and haze, you think you see him lick his palm clean, just like he did you. What a slut.
âTurn over fâme, baby,â he asks, not giving you time to respond before heâs manhandling you on the couch, flipping you over as he pulls your ass impossibly high into the air. He pushes your panties to the side, rubbing his cock over your puffy pussy as you try not to pull away from how sensitive you still were.
âLetâs see juuuust how deep I can go, yeah?â He says before heâs pushing his fat head into you without warning. You let out a loud âfuuuckâ as he enters you slowly from behind. His lips are sealed, still trying desperately to keep his pitiful noises to himself. He takes a drag of the blunt before he puts it in between his pointer and middle finger. He needs his hands free so he can spread you open, loving how your tight hole swallows him entirely.
âLook-,â he slowly thrusts into you, covering half of his cock in your slick.
He pulls entirely out, â-at-,â
Then back in again, â-that,â he finishes, before continuing his painfully slow pace. Although heâd never admit it, he had to keep himself from cumming too early. Having you at his will, totally spread for him, taking his dick so well was becoming too much for him.
He picks up speed, still not entering you fully. The blunt is replaced between his lips yet again as he grabs your waist, slamming you down onto his cock over and over again.
âT-Toji, more, p-please,â you manage, needing to feel him entirely.
He continues his pace, much to your dismay. âYouâre gonnaâ take what I give yaâ and youâre gonna shut the fuck up about it,â he says, enunciating his words with each thrust.
Taking matters into your own hands, you start meeting his thrusts, desperately trying to make him move faster. Fortunately for you, he likes watching you put on a show.
You whine as he stops thrusting, looking back to see him staying still on purpose, taking a long drag from the blunt and ashing it on the floor beside him while he waits for you to continue.
âYou wannaâ get fucked harder, mama? Prove it, hah,â he chuckles, slapping your ass while he waits for you to move. You comply, slamming your hips towards his, hard, knocking the wind out of both of you as he finally seats himself balls deep into your cunt. You continue your movements, pulling your hips up and almost entirely off of him, just to slam back all the way down.
âSâ fucking messy, baby, goddamn,â he pants, not knowing how much longer he can keep up the tough guy act while youâre brutally sucking him in and out of your snug cunt.
The pace youâre at now is bringing you closer to your third orgasm of the night, but that wonât do. Toji pulls out of you fully, throwing you back down onto the couch so you can face him.
âWannaâ see that pretty face when you cum, slut,â he adds, handing you the blunt again, âsee if you can keep this in your mouth and I might let you cum again.â
You obey, sticking the blunt between your teeth as you wait to be fucked, properly this time. He rips off your ruined panties, discarding them onto the floor beneath you. He grabs both of your legs with one hand behind your knee, pushing them up close to your chest so he can marvel at how incredible you look, so wet and willing for him.
He lines himself up again, wasting no time to increase the pace he had set earlier. Your instinct was to take the blunt out of your mouth so you could moan freely, but the second he sees your hand move, theyâre both pinned above your head.
âWhatâd I tell you, huh? Wanna cum or not?â He says as he gives you all of his inches, heavy balls slapping against your ass as he absolutely abuses your poor cunt.
You let out a muffled âmhmm!â, eyes wide and pleading for him to let you finish.
âSuch a greedy..mmph - fuckinâ cunt, yeah? Bet you feel me in your tummy now d-donât you, mama?â
And truth be told, you did. Every thrust he was pounding your cervix, desperate to break through to fit that last inch in fully. Toji was becoming more vocal, letting out huffs and groans each time he entered your warm, sloppy hole.
âI feel it now, baby, hah. Lilâ pussyâs bouttaâ snap my dick in half,â and goddamn was he good. You were due to cum any second now, focusing solely on how sinfully he kept hitting your spot, over and over again.
âCum for me, doll. Right fuckinâ now, cum on this dick,â and before he can finish, youâre spasming underneath him as you somehow manage to keep the blunt tightly between your teeth. Smoke is billowing from your nose and mouth now, and every breath you take brightens the cherry red end of your blunt.
âThaaaatâs it, such a nasty slut fâme,â and you nod, knowing heâs read you all too well.
You hand him back the blunt and he finally puts it out in the ash tray, wanting to focus his sole attention on you.
âT-Toji?â
He grunts out a âhm?â as he drags your hips impossibly close to him, tossing each of your legs over his shoulders.
âC-Can you give it to me, hard? P-Please, baby. Wanna feel all of you,â you admit before grabbing him by the neck, pulling him into another heated kiss.
âYaâ sure? Dunnoâ if you can handle all that, pretty girl,â and your answer comes in the form of action. You reach down in between your legs, rubbing yourself lightly before you bring it to his cock, rubbing his shaft with your juices. You line him up and try your best to pull him into you.
He smirks, leaning down to put his forearms on either side of your head, stretching your legs impossibly far.
âPlease,â you mutter, scared he might fully break you, but the need to feel him as deep as you can take supersedes that.
âI might fuckinâ break you,â is the last thing he says before heâs thrusting fully into you, pushing against your cervix, and he starts at a pace that has you seeing stars. No more games, no more going easy on you. He was fully intent on fucking you within an inch of your life. He just had to make sure you could really take him before he started fucking you like the animal he was.
This is what really sends him. Losing all control, fucking you as he was made to: primally.
He starts grunting, then moaning, and then full on whining. With nearly every thrust, he was spewing obscenities or whining your name.
âTake - fuuuck, baby - take all those fuckinâ⌠inches,â as if you werenât already. He expects no response from you as you were practically drooling underneath him. You could form no coherent thoughts, no words, just noises. Sinful, filthy noises that made Toji feel drunk.
âPussyâs so fuckinâ deep fâme,â he spits, sweat daring to drip from his forehead, âsuch a good fuckinâ slut.â
You were so close although you werenât sure if you could cum anymore that night. You kept teetering on the edge, begging to fall, but you couldnât quite get there.
Until youâre finally able to come to your senses long enough to speak.
âI-Iâm the.. slut?â You ask with a strained laugh, waiting to see just what he does with you now.
He laughs too, after heâs grabbed you by the throat, not forgetting to move his other hand down towards your clit.
âCan you f-fuckinâ blame me, doll?â He asks, somehow quickening the brutal snap of his hips.
You feel your core tighten, âYou make me s-so pussy drunk, mama,â he confesses, too far deep to care if you thought he was a slut or not. He knew deep down he was nothing but a man whore. But he tried to keep that fact about himself under wraps. Everything about you, though, was bringing it all to the surface.
âCum fâme, one more time, baby. âKnow you can,â is all he can manage to say before heâs a grunting, sweaty mess above you. His fingers toy with your clit and his cock is hitting you too deep, filling your walls to the brim.
âNot gonna last, p-please fuckin cum, doll,â he begs, needing to watch you come apart up close and personal.
You feel the coil in your stomach snap and you reach around his back, digging your nails in the soft skin you find for leverage. You go mute, unable to process anything other than your orgasm hitting you like a truck. Your back is fully arched off of the couch, making your entrance even tighter, and Toji canât take it. You grab him harshly, pulling him even closer to your face.
âInside me, Toji,â you whisper and he fully loses it. His hips still before he spills his seed deep inside you, pitiful chants of your name the only thing he dare let leave his lips. He grabs the base of his cock, slowly stroking up to where heâs still buried in you before he pulls out, cursing at the overstimulation.
âHoly shit,â he sighs, standing to his feet to find a towel. He comes back from the bathroom, tossing you the towel so you can clean up.
As he lights up the rest of his measly blunt, he has but one more question to ask: âyou hungry?â
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another one of my dreams that i have to write out because it flabbergasted me and two of my friends. but this time about hazel from bottoms.
ok, reader is the new girl at school. in my dream i was kind of a loser (accurate) but because i can write what i want (and i've read @ptolemaeacles cheerleader headcanons ten times) im changing it.
so reader is trying out to be cheerleader! it helps you make a few friends, isabel being the best one because sheâs amazing, beautiful, and a little weird in a really endearing way. she finds you interesting, given your natural talent for dancing and how despite doing vulgar dance moves on the football field, off of it you can be a shy and sweet person!
because of this isabel, brittany and you are pretty much always together. and since they're popular and seen everywhere, that means you are seen everywhere!
which means hazel cant take a fucking break.
walking to sit with pj and josie during lunch and means almost having a heart attack when she sees you handing out flyers for the next school event, looking so ethereal in your cheer uniform she nearly trips over herself.
or when every morning she sits two rows over from you in math class, not so sneakily staring at you for minutes at a time while doing her worksheets.
despite being close to a genius, she thinks there's no way in hell you have ever noticed her. never seen the way your eyes will drift to her when she's sitting in the bleachers while, you're practicing, how you're heart will race when the teacher is calling names for project partners with the chance that the brunette could be in your group.
so sure you had a crush that was going nowhere, but you had a nice bunch of new friends, so people we're starting to like you!
all except one.
mrs. fucking barnes.
for whatever reason, your second period english teacher had decided on your first day to make your senior year a living fucking hell.
put a good amount of effort into an essay? you get a d minus!
want to share a comment you had about the book the class is reading? shut up silly, jeff is going to popcorn read and stutter over a basic sentence!
but one friday, you decided to skip class and the next week she went ballistic.
now, since moving to town, you had noticed that the people here were a little odd, regularly seeing a normal interaction or conversation go to the extreme in seconds.
so, when you're hovering over the toilet in the girls bathroom, a small thought in your brain that loves to say what if's asks: what if somebody bursted in here right now?
when you finish and stand up to pull your jeans up, only to be interrupted when the stall doors bust open with a loud bang! you think for split second that god can literally hear your thoughts and is making you pay for whatever sins you've committed.
those sins must have been fucking murder to make up for how mortified you felt standing in a cramped girls bathroom stall, your pants down with three people staring at you/
the first, mrs. barnes, wearing a look thats a mix between anger and regret.
the second is nettie brown, a girl you recognized from your art class who you remember complimented your heels and you did the same for her coat.'
and then, standing in front the sinks with eyes that look as big as fucking saucers, hazel callahan herself.
your brain catches up to your body and you manage to splutter out a string of curses and yells, forcing the door back closed as the teachers splutters out an excuse about someone telling her you had started doing weed in the bathrooms.
you hear her and some more shoes shuffling out of the bathroom, taking a minute to gather your bearings before you leave the bathroom. when you open the door again you rest your hands on the counter, your eyes closed as you take a breath. when you look up to your reflection, in your peripheral you see a figure standing awkwardly at the back of the bathroom, blue eyes avoiding looking at you.
"hazel?" you ask under your breath, turning around to look at her dead on. she flinches to attention like a child called to attention.
"uh...i just wanted to make sure that you were alright, what she did was really fucked up."
"oh," you mouth, grateful that after something so embarrassing this girl who you barely knew was waiting in a crappy bathroom to make sure you were alright. if it was possible your crush on her just grows. "thank you. that means a lot to me."
her face lights up so brightly you think it could light up a city.
"no problem! i mean, really who cares that much about weed, anyway? i've never cared about bush anyway-"
the room gets silent.
as she quickly rushes out an apology and leaves, all you can think about is how its weird you've been shocked like this twice in a span of ten minutes, and that you have got to ask hazel callahan on a date.
i made this a lot cuter than it was in my dream. i was in the bathroom, looking at these really nice coats on the counter ?? when the door opened, hazel just said "y'know ive never minded bush" and the sheer confusion made wake up.
i put my senior year english teacher in here because. i still hate that bitch.
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Stray Kids as the Friendly Ghost
I.N â˘You were intrigued for many years about the mysterious boy who lives in your twin house. You have seen him randomly either in your shared garden or at the doorstep of his side of the house. Even though you had always wanted to strike up a conversation with him you always decided to do it later because you were afraid that you might embarrass yourself by going there and stuttering (cause you knew pretty well that you were most probably having a crush on him)
â˘Speaking about crush, it all comes crashing down when you tell a friend of yours about him and she goes on to reveal that the other side of your twin house is actually empty?? You don't believe it until a little call to the person who sold you the side of your house reveals that the other side is indeed empty.
â˘however when you walk back home you find him sitting on the swing in your shared garden his eyes closed as he silently seems to sing along to a song that plays from his headphones.
â˘You trip on a stone and nearly fall. He opens an eye and looks at you and notices you look at him. His eyes widen in surprise as his palm flies towards his mouth. he then runs towards his side of the house.
â˘Your mind is completely in turmoil as you wonder who this mysterious person is. After a sleepless night, you decide to find out the truth for yourself. So you march up to his side of the house and loudly knock on the door. You earn a few suspicious glances from your neighbours but no one answers the door. â˘You wonder if studying too much has made you go crazy and see things. But this guy was your crush! Is his presence also like your non existent love life?
â˘However your efforts are fruitful. One day as you stand at his doorstep ready to knock on his door,he opens the door right at that moment. "oh hii" you greet him and his eyes widen again before he shuts the door right in your face. "rude.." you mutter before he opens the door again and looks at you in disbelief. "you can see me?" he asks. "yeah" you shrug. "no wayyy...no.." â˘you notice a few tears falling down his eyes as he suddenly hugs you. He seems to be shaking as he sobs. You are frozen unable to understand what's happening but you pat his back hoping he would calm down. ⢠"No freaking wayyyy" It is now your time to express your disbelief as he reveals that he is a ghost? He introduces himself as Jeongin. ⢠You are soon able to accept that he is indeed a ghost. (rip your non existent love life/and crush) ⢠Even though you both were awkward at first after some time you both become good friends. However a few days later you wake up to find seven ghosts glaring at you. "If you hurt him we will kill you" One of them threatens while holding a knife at your direction. "No minho is just joking. we won't kill you but please take care of Jeongin yeah?.." the ghost with an Australian accent says before he pulls his friend away and the seven of them disappear.
â˘"Jeongin the ghost" as you now fondly call him ,drags you on his random late night walks as he explores various parts of your little town. â˘Judges your fashion taste like Anton ego judges food. What kind of garbage are you wearing in this household? This is uhh a hoodie.. skirt and trousers.". Shakes his head in disappointment while mumbling something that sounds like "looks like a Disney series came to life"
â˘you wake up one day with a whole fashion critic report on your bedside table. you only have three black hoodies,two jeans,one skirt,and 2 black tee shirts? Let's go shopping bitch.
â˘Every messy person like you who has a gold fish memory deserves a friend like him. "Did you see my note book?" "You left it on the chair" "Did I visit the doctor last month" "yes you did..you even brought a guide to crocheting on the way back here" " oh shit I forgot that I brought such a book" "jeongin did you take my chocolate chip tart?" "You ate it last Sunday remember?" â˘Helps you pack your clothes for your three day college trip.But he literally overpacks amidst your protests. "come on jeongin it's just a three day educational trip. I don't need 5 t shirts" He is not pleased about the fact that you removed all the extra clothes he had packed for you. So later that night when you are asleep he adds all those clothes back into your suitcase. Fast forward- 1st day of the trip night, you open your suitcase to find a whole ton of clothes. "YANG JEONGIN!!!!!" ------The ghost who is chilling back at home suddenly sneezes. "I guess she is thanking me for adding the extra clothes" He smiles and shrugs. â˘If you need someone's true and honest opinion on anything he is the number one choice. No sugar coating just the honest hard truth. â˘When you ask him if he can help you with your college assignments, "do i look like someone who survived past the 1st year of college?" he deadpans before disappearing. ⢠He gifts you with a pair of shoes and a cake on your birthday. You are so happy and grateful so you try to hug him. But he runs away out of your reach. "come on dude let me hug you once.." "no" he runs around the house ( he doesn't disappear like usual though?) "you hugged me first" you remind him of the day he hugged you after he realized that you could see him. "that was a one time thing" he shouts as he leaps away from your reach. BangChan / Lee Know / Changbin / Hyunjin /Han Jisung / Felix/ Seungmin
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