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residueradiation · 1 year ago
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just a question... any reason why Wyll isn't included in the poll?
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Don't see much love for Wyll tbh, I didn't think too much about it. My bad, I guess 🤷‍♀️
I included him on the next one
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norrisleclercf1 · 3 months ago
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Since you wanted more Lando requests 🙊
Could you maybe write something about her surprising Lando by adopting the puppy that chose Lando as a nap spot during the Battersea video? 🥺
A/N: Lando would dieeee
"Thank you so much for doing this," You giggle grabbing the puppy happily and holding it close as it just whined a little bit before settling down, snuggling close. "Ugh, adorable, do he have a name?" The nice lady smiles and nods her head no.
"No, they're young, we just gave them certain collard colors," She says and reaches over and rubs the little one's head. You smile happily and bounce the little one who yawns and paws your fingers. "Such a cutie, going to have to name you," You mumble as you load everything up.
"He's going to Monaco, yes?" You turn placing him in his carrier as you only flew from Monaco to pick up this little baby. "He is, I'm getting him for Lando Norris," The woman's face lights up, "Oh, Lando, the baby here loved him so much and we really tried to convince him, but he said it wouldn't be smart with him traveling so much and said he would need a girlfriend," She eyes you and you smile.
"Yeah, he lies about that part, he couldn't shup up about the dog when he got home, he's been staring at the adoption page for days," The woman smiles, "yeah people tend to think they pick the animal, but really the animal picks the person," You nod as you move hugging her. "Thank you,"
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Lando sighs loudly, staring at his phone as Oscar rolls his eyes and snatches his phone. "What the hell are you sighing at?" and looks at the phone and stares at the little puppy that says adopted. "Oh, I'm sorry man, but hey at least the puppy probably went to a good home," Oscar says and hands the phone back as their lunch arrives.
"Yeah, just, I really liked him, even picked out a name an all," He mumbles staring at the photo before clicking his phone off, thanking the waitress. "You picked out a name for a puppy you don't even own?" Lando sulks and pushes around his fancy, healthy salad grumbling as Oscar bites into salmon happily.
"Spots," Oscar freezes halfway through a bite and stars at Lando. "Spots? You were going to name the dog....Spots?" Lando nods, "Yeah it's a normal dog name and the dog had spots," He shrugs eating his salad sadly. "You're weird," Oscar giggles and Lando just smiles taking another bite smiling brightly.
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"Home!" Lando calls and slides his shoes off sighing and trudging into the living room eyes half closed and falls face first into the couch, and groans into a pillow. He hears your feet but doesn't move just wallowing in despair at his puppy being adopted.
Lando groans feeling something wet touch his face and turns opening his eyes and blinks slowly. "Spots?" The dog moves and slowly licks his face and Lando shoots up. "Spots!" He gently picks up the dog and holds him close as the dog yet again quickly settles in his arms.
Your boyfriend looks up, stars in his eyes and moves kissing you softly. "You adopted him for me?" Lando asks and you nod your head. "Yeah, I watched you fall in love, and you've had his adoption page saved on your phone for weeks," You explain and Lando squeals and holds the puppy up to his face. "Hello, my baby Spots," Lando giggles and lowers him back down cradling him to his chest.
"Come on, let me show you where you'll sleep," You roll your eyes, knowing that dog was going to sleep in your bed.
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pyxxiestyxx · 8 days ago
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Proving Her Wrong
You sit in your chair, arms crossed and scowling, glaring over the lip of the table at the affini sitting across from you. She was resting her chin on a closed fist, watching you intently as you sulked.
Finally, you couldn't contain it any longer. You weren't going to let her walk all over you like that, starsdamnit! "I'm not a seed, Oleria. I appreciate everything you've done to help me, but me needing a Wardship after being rescued from that clanker of a ship doesn't mean-"
"Open." You respond automatically to the word, letting her insert a bite of dinner into your mouth, waiting to continue speaking until after she taps your chin; the signal to let you close and chew.
"Mmm…I…yeah. Um, what was I…? Oh, right- I'm not a seed. Like…yes, maybe I enjoy cuddling and so on, but so does everyone I talk to-"
"All those floret friends you have, you mean? Chloe and Jess and Alice and all them?" She stroked downward on your cheek this time, but your mouth fell open all the same. You knew what it meant by now.
"Mmmmm….fuck, that's tasty. And yeah, they all like cuddling and stuff too! So its fine."
"Sweetie, we talked about this. Mommy doesn't like it when you use language like that in front of her."
"I…s-sorry, Oleria." Your cheeks burn in embarrassment, which is a bit strange. Why would you be embarrassed? She's just helping you out a little, giving you a reminder so you're a model sophont. "But anyway, I do plenty of things that independents do, okay? I play with my friends every single day-"
"When I remind you."
"-And a go to bed at a reasonable hour-"
"Because I gave you a bedtime."
"And I've tried plenty of xenodrugs, something most feralists would never do!" You lean forward, smugly confident.
"…Well on that, I do suppose you have a point. Speaking of which…" She held up her hand out, an injector vine hovering nearby it. Your eyes lock onto the dripping needletip waiting within the gorgeous blooming flower, all thoughts slipping out of your mind as your head finds its way to her palm. Nestling and nuzzling against it as the prick in your neck steals away any traces of resistance for the rest of the evening.
"Theeeere we go. Don't you worry, silly. Mommy knows exactly what you are~"
"Okayyy Mommyyyy…" You giggle. "Yaaaaay."
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occamstfs · 29 days ago
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Talismen: Beginnings
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Nicky emerges with an arcane artifact after a bewildering trip through an impossible shop. In wishing his boyfriend was more confident in himself Nicky performs irrevocable and accidental magic upon the world, building his new form and dulling his mind.
And I'm back! Here's the first story of my planned CYOA series, a little long but I love how it turned out! I'll be posting the poll for Part two on Sunday, the 1st of December, the planned options are at the end of the story and it'll only last a day so if you want to take part be on the lookout! At any rate, hope you enjoy and happy to write for you once more! -Occam
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It was barbarian weekend at the renaissance festival. Nicky was dressed as a wizard and his boyfriend, Simon, had long planned to go on theme and dress as a barbarian. Though as the day neared and Simon anxiously stared at his decidedly standard figure in the mirror, he instead opted to just throw on a cloak and call it a day. Arriving at the fair the pair, as expected of the theme, find themselves surrounded by burly men clad in kilts with faux fur draped atop chests beyond impressive.
Gawking at hot men is of course par for the course of this kinda event but Nicky can’t help but read the shame and embarrassment creeping into Simon’s expression as he takes in the festivities. When they eventually step into a tavern for a breather Nicky checks in, “Heyyy babe? Everything good? Seem kinda down-” Simon shakes his head and forces a smile, “Don’t worry about me B, I’m aces!” He tosses a wink out for good measure before pointedly changing the topic, “So what was it you said you’re looking to grab this year?”
Nicky narrows his eyes for half a moment wondering if he should push or challenge his clearly sulking boyfriend before deciding to let the sleeping dog lie for now, “Mmmm, I don’t know actually? Probably just an accessory for the costume? Oh! Or maybe some dice?” Simon’s expression changes into a more genuine smile as he grabs at Nicky’s arm and massages it, “Well here’s an idea. We’re right by the dice shop yeah? Howsabout we split up. I’ll grab us some beers and you go check out the offerings. Meet back here?” 
Wordlessly agreeing, Nicky leans in for a kiss and relaxes at Simon seemingly perking up. Heading off with a nod, Nicky exits the tavern, preventing him from seeing his boyfriend’s facade fade once more as he contemplates getting a drink or two ahead of his partner before his return from the shops. 
Under the impression that Simon has cheered back up, Nick is off to the races. Dice shop just across the way he begins his short trek when suddenly there’s a buzzing in the back of his mind. The sounds of the crowd around him eerily fade as if his ears are waterlogged, he shakes his head from the sudden discomfort and takes a moment to see if anyone else seems to be affected. Before he’s able to inspect his fellow festival-goers he is shocked to see a strange shop he’s never seen before.
Nestled in between a printing press and some soap store Nicky furrows his brow and wonders how he’s possibly missed the shop before now. He’s been coming for years and knows the layout of the festival like the back of his hand. After waiting a few seconds to see if anyone else is entering he takes a cautious step forward and trips as his body tries to take another without his intent. Nicky blushes as he bumps into a brawny barbarian who laughs him off and ruffles his hair, “Watch where yer -urp goin dude huhuh!” Nicky nods an apology and reflexively takes another backwards step towards the apparently new shop. In a sudden need for an expedited retreat from embarrassment, Nicky quickly rushes towards the door and away from the man bumped who eyes him taking a large swig from a tankard. 
He hasn’t the chance to notice that each step towards the shop that should not be there is quicker than the one that came before. In no time at all he tears open the door and is inside the quaint cluttered shop. While his eyes adjust from the bright fall day behind him, he takes in the scene as well as he can. The small space is filled with some bitter herbal scent and the air seems to crackle with something similar to static. Nicky of course attributes the strange prickle on his skin to nerves and continues browsing the curious shop.
There’s no real discernible theme to the shop, really it seems to be more of an antique store than anything else. In any normal situation Nicky would have already dipped back out, but something in the back of his mind keeps pulling him in deeper. Walking past strange dolls and stranger bottled liquids, the almost ticklish sensation continues to assail him with unconscious step forward. His spacial awareness tells him he has wandered further than should be possible but it’s almost as if he has no option to continue forward. Coming up on a curtained doorway Nicky’s hands move as if possessed to part the blinds and his eyes finally lay upon what supernatural, impossible thing must be drawing him inward. 
It would be the perfect accessory for his costume. It would be the perfect accessory to put on and never take off again. It will be perfect. It will be his. He needs it more than anything. His eyes shine with the ruby tinges reflecting off the talisman as he inches towards the pedestal it lies upon. His hand reaches towards the object of his desires and burns as the prickling sensation comes to a head. He grimaces as it turns to an almost boiling heat before his fingers touch it and the impossibly intense sensation instantly disappears. Nicky jumps due to the sudden almost atmospheric change and before recovering he almost has a heart attack as who must be the shopkeep shouts from behind him, “HELLO HELLO YOUNG NICHOLAS!” 
Nicky scrambles to hide behind the pedestal and inspect the mystery man, his vision momentarily tinged scarlet. As the twinges of whatever static sensation filled him moments ago begin to fade totally, he finds himself suddenly able to realize how strange everything about this is. He gulps as he sees a man dressed as a campy wizard adjusting his glasses, “Well it seems you found what you were looking for eh old sport?” Nicky looks down at the still shimmering necklace in his hands, stuttering incoherently as his mind races to understand. 
In the half second his eyes were off the wizardly shopkeep, the man has crept up behind once more. Now throwing an arm around Nicky he helps him to his feet and begins leading away from the curtained room, “Hup hup- Now you must be very careful with your words now young Nicholas. Do tell Simon I said hello hm?” Nicky again looks at the necklace in hand and, hanging to the rational world by a thread, inquires, “P- Pay? Did I pay for this?”  The wizardly man laughs and pats him on the back, “Oh don’t you worry ah ha ha! Hah.” The wizardly man winks, though even doing so there is an after image of a red eye staring into and through Nicky. The younger man opens his mouth to question the clearly mystic magus of the artifact and his intentions though before he gets a chance the wizard shouts.
“Do have fun at the festival my boy!” with that he brusquely pushes Nicky forward and he finds himself outdoors by a printing press and soap shop. Fearful of turning around to see there is no store there Nicky looks down to find himself wearing the talisman. Grabbing at it he finds the same sensation that filled him minutes ago, though muted. Pleasant. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before he is again bumped into, this time by someone whose vision is clearly obscured by a mask, “Sho- Shorry!” Nicky sighs and apologizes, though the physical sensation and awkwardness brings him back to reality. Shaking off anxiety and pushing down whatever it is just happened he heads off to meet his boyfriend at the tavern. 
Returning to find Simon housing his third ale, Nicky quickly downs his own to distract from the strange anxiety that remains persuasive in spite of their reunion. Wishing for distraction, it comes swiftly and in short order the pair are out and about enjoying all the festivities that the faire has to offer, various sloppy meats on a stick, bird shows and jesters, and a firework show to cap it all off. The day soars by in short order and Nicky, wanting to forget about his encounter in that place that wasn't, does just that with shocking, almost supernatural, ease. In fact anything Nicky seems to desire almost falls at his feet. With but an imperceptible red shine in his eyes Nicky finds himself wanting for nothing. The same could not be said for his boyfriend.
After sobering up, his dour jealousy for the superior male form returns and as much as Simon tries to hide it from Nicky, the long day has dulled his ability to disguise anything from his boyfriend. On the long walk back to the car Nicky initially avoids bringing it up, but after an eventful day of getting just about everything he desires, he can’t help but try and get to the root of Simon’s sour attitude. “Can you just tell me what’s up babe?” Groaning as he unlocks the car door the weary man answers, “It’s nothing Nick. I’m just- UGH! I wish I wasn’t so self-concious or had actually gone to the gym or-” turning to see Nicky’s puppy dog eyes for not realzing his discomfort Simon groans and apologies, “Don’t worry it’s fine, I um, I had fun!”
Mind flashing back to the barbarian costume that Simon ultimately decided not to wear, love for his boyfriend overwhelms him and he reaches out to hold his lover’s free hand. Hidden underneath his own cloak, Nicky’s talisman flashes red as the sticky staticky sensation returns stronger than it had been even in the shop. He doesn’t whisper or even coherently think the words as he immediately drifts off to sleep in the passenger seat, but the intention is more than enough for the die to be cast. I wish Nicky had more confidence. I wish he was less self-conscious. I wish he was proud of his body. 
Subconscious wish made Nicky’s ruby red eyes remain closed as he falls into an incredibly deep sleep, leaving Simon alone with his thoughts. He squirms slightly behind the wheel as he suddenly feels warm. Mind too muddled to wallow he feels every inch of his body suddenly buzzing with energy, as if an espresso was being dripped into his veins. Looking at his sleeping boyfriend his thoughts shift immediately from self-criticism and body dysmorphia to a lustful, almost primal hunger for his mate. Nicky’s hand still burning hot on his own despite the blaring aircon, he fights the urge to bring the sleeping man’s hand to his cock as it begins to stir. 
Before they’ve even left the parking lot Simon is overwhelmed with a lust for his partner stronger than anything he has felt in some time. Hitting the open road he chews his lip to distract from his cock doing its best to pop the seam in his pants, constantly he’s choking down horny grunts and groans to prevent the sleeping Nicky from waking up. Arriving at their shared home, he struggles to gracefully exit the car with his rod standing firmer than he assumed it could. Eventually making it out, he goes to pick up his still sleepy passenger. 
With a great deal of effort, Simon successfully stills his hips and quiets his lusts to pick up his sleeping suitor. Baring the urges of his body he realizes that the task is far easier than it should be, Nicky’s not heavy but- Any further inquisition is stilled as he reflexively takes a deep breath of his sleeping lover and is promptly overwhelmed. Nicky’s floral shampoo and deodorant mix with b.o. from an unseasonably warm day in the sun and Simon doesn’t have the strength to quiet the grunt that erupts from him as his cock throbs and prods Nicky in the back. 
Eyes blearily open as the sleeping wizard stirs and stretches in the arms of his lover. “Wha? Si?” The self-conscious Simon, embarrassed at waking up his boyfriend quickly puts him down. He blushes as Nicky steadies himself on his arms, still yawning he chastises his boyfriend for letting him fall asleep, “You didn’t *ahwn* didn haf to do tha babe, *awh*” Rubbing his ruby-tinged eyes he can’t quite make out the finer details of his boyfriend, but he would swear he’s looking further up than he usually does to make eye contact. Simon waves him off, “It’s fine, I’m not even tired really.” 
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Leaning down to give him a hug, Simon angles his head into Nicky’s nape he takes another deep breath, this time not even trying to mute the groan that spills forth, “MMmhm, y’know now that you’re up the night’s still young…” Nicky tilts his head before understanding as Simon’s cock throbs once more into his abdomen, shaking off the sleep Nicky’s own package begins to stir as he leads his partner into their home, “Well now that you mention it~”
Nicky starts disrobing when Simon grabs his hand, some small amount of discomfort hiding in his expression as he asks, “Would you mind if I, um, topped? This time?” Nicky tilts his head before nodding cheerily, “feeling frisky huh?” Nicky performatively poses before seemingly doing some mental math and continuing, “it’s been a minute haha! Let me just hop in the shower real quick and then we’ll have some fun!”
Already feeling like he’s overstepping Simon doesn’t mention his desire for Nicky to not shower. Something feral need within him forces forward an urge to tackle and fuck then and there but he pushes such thoughts down and waits as patiently as he can. Preparing to bottom on such a short notice, Nicky quickly strips and his eyes land upon the talisman hanging from his neck once more. Pursing his lips he goes to take the necklace off, though as his fingers clasp the chain he shivers as it sends a sensitive pang searing through him. Why would he take it off. Feeling immediately more alert and needy, Nicky swiftly hops in the shower to prepare for some fun.
Outside the bathroom his boyfriend taps his foot anxiously, sending a deep, impatient echo through the room. Irritated at the sound he stands and quickly disrobes himself. After getting the cloak off, the room is filled with slight groans of effort as he struggles to get off his shirt. It’s almost stuck to his skin? Probably from sweat he thinks but each time he wrenches it up it only frees about an inch more room. His irritation prevents him from noticing how it decidedly hugs new weight on his chest or cuts into apparently thicker biceps.
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The sound of the shirt straining fills the room and he grinds his teeth as the prospect of being stuck in the top any longer is unbearable. His hands stretch longer and strain shifts to tearing as he rips the tunic off with a grunt. Exposed to the open air is a sweaty body far more impressive than when the man struggled to get ready that morning. Looking at the torn shirt in his hand he blushes as his eyes trail up his forearms and stare at a bicep that’s begging to be flexed. 
Stepping out wearing only a towel and his talisman, Nicky smiles as he stares at Simon appreciating his arms, “Couldn’t have waited for me to put on the show huh?” Simon turns to see his boyfriend drop the towel and he loses control. Any sign of intelligence in his eyes vacates as he manhandles the man onto the bed. For his part Nicky assumes this to be roleplay, almost giggling from delight as the typically meek man ragdolls him onto the bed. Drool leaks from Simon's maw as he grunts and groans, struggling to free the throbbing package still trapped in his shorts.
Being straddled, Nick takes the chance to carefully observe his boyfriend’s body, appreciating the view that he seldom gets. For the life of him he doesn’t understand why Si got so worked up, with arms like that and a chest- or? When did he start working out actually? Nicky frees a hand to touch the man’s powerful torso and Simon shivers, reflexively rutting into him as his cock growing even harder sends the sound of fabric straining through the room. He’s decidedly firmer, heavier. Nicky sees hair begin to grow on the man’s chest and his mind for half a second hears the echoing laughter of a man he wished to forget. Though there’s no time to think as Simon goes for the tried and true method of just ripping his clothes off.
Eyes wide with wonder, Nicky watches as biceps bulge larger with each tug, shoulder span expanding as his hands yank and tear. His mouth falls open as he sees a cock clearly larger than the one that he knows Simon to have. Gulping as he realizes he’s agreed to take this dick that stretches up to his sternum, Nicky blushes and Simon smirks as he leans down to snarl or whisper something in his lover’s ear. 
Nicky feels pre dripping onto his chest as the larger man leans down, his arms land to either side of the man exposing pits dripping with sweat and just before he speaks or growls, the talisman flashes red. Eyes focused on each other neither man sees some shard of light go from the charm into Simon. His eyes roll back and close before he falls down onto Nicky. Immediately concerned for his love, Nicky struggles to shift the man off him and call for help before he hears Simon begin to snore. His body feels like a furnace atop Nicky’s, a cock still erect continues to throb into his stomach and gush pre in between the two of them. He feels patches of hairs thicker than Simon typically carries scratching him. Nicky tries to force the sleeping oaf off him before quickly tuckering himself out.
It was a long day after all. Nicky yawns as he sees the back of the man lying atop him. It’s not right, too wide, too heavy. His ass is not that large his- ughh. With another shove to wake or move Simon, Nicky feels weariness truly overtake him and his scarlet eyes flutter. The sleeping man moves his arms to hug Nicky tight and the seemingly smaller man has no recourse but to give way, his sides tickled by patches of pit hair dripping with sweat. Nick’s head tips forward a few times as he struggles to stay awake though the sound of his lover’s new snores lull him to sleep.
In the morning Nicky wakes to find himself free from Simon’s grasp, though the man’s sweat stains leave a clear outline around him on the bed and his torso remains sticky from pre. His head aches with a hangover though after the faintest wish that it end, so it does. Groaning he gets to his feet and heads off to shower once more, en route he finds a note from Si: “heyyy babe woke up w so much energy!!! gonna go for a run or to the gym idk :) c u soon thooooo<3”  Nicky  rubs sleep from his eyes and reads the short note a few times over, “hmmm. Weird.” Shrugging he goes about his day as usual, cleaning up, brewing coffee, doing the crossword. Something in the back of his mind says he usually does this with Simon, but that can’t be right? He’d never want to do that. His eye twitches as unbeknownst to him, with each step further away his love has truly begun to change from his unintentional intentions into a man who will never feel shame again.
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Simon doesn’t know why he feels so compelled to get up and at ‘em. For years he has given himself ultimatums, scheduled gym sessions, dieted and done his best, but there has not been a moment in his life where he has felt more drive, more purpose than his flight from their shared bed. It’s like he’s a new man with nothing on his mind but getting some meat on his bones. He barely had the wherewithal to leave a note for his lover, as is clear by the lack of eloquence.
Nor is that the only aspect askew from Simon’s typical self. As his anxiety at being perceived shirtless may suggest, the man is always conscious of how he looks. Rarely does a day go by without Simon giving himself a painstaking once over in front of the mirror, be it applying makeup or designing an outfit. To simply throw on a tshirt and leave without even rinsing his face is anathema, and yet after doing just that and throwing on his boyfriend’s sneakers, finding his own far too tight, he’s out the door well before the sun begins to rise. 
His feet fall heavy on the sidewalk as his shabby outfit soon enough finds itself straining. Grimacing at the constriction it becomes clear that these clothes are far too tight and getting tighter with each step it seems. Nevertheless he presses onward until there is stinging pain from his feet struggling against their binds. While he’s been content to ignore or misinterpret the sounds of his own tshirt beginning to fray, as well as the pain that such constriction entails, he doesn’t want to ruin Nicky’s shoes. And so scrambling for somewhere to sit down he hops on a bench and begins to struggle with the laces.
Simon’s toes struggle against frontal fabric while the shoes’ tongues press into laces that simply must be cutting into the tops of his feet. Simon’s mind is clearly slowing down as he takes a few seconds too long to simply watch his feet expand beyond containment before, with a gasp, pain jogs him into action. At first he goes to untie them before he’s unable to recall precisely how to do that. Immediately switching to the task already begun by his growing feet he reaches in and simply tears each shoe in two.
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His arms bulge with the effort involved in splitting them in twain, biceps that never were begin to appear and push his short sleeves to their limit as new muscle presses onto his chest. Looking down at his hands, decidedly more masc, the man can do nothing but observe his new form as it begins to extol an untenable price on his mind. With each new manly aspect so too will the cogs of his mind continue to slow.
Looking at his boyfriend's shredded shoes, Simon is immediately guilty though he releases a contented sigh as his feet flex free from their confines. His newly one track mind is then thrown off-course and his eyes narrow at the feet bare on cold concrete. They were not simply chafing or something reasonable of the sort, they are too big. They’re larger than his shoes and seem to still be growing larger. And wait- Why did he leave the house without wearing socks!? 
Simon shakes his head to try and focus on one question at a time, though before peace comes there is a searing pain from his legs as his changes continue upward. Calves burst from his bony legs while athletic shorts are clearly strained by thighs that any man would kill for. Thick, perhaps barbarous, curls begin to issue forth from any pore exposed as he clutches with his newly thicker hands into muscle still hardening, still pumping larger. 
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Grunting loudly, Simon falls off the bench as ever spreading changes spread towards his glutes. His pert ass hardens and grows to a size that would attract attention no matter what he wears to try and hide it under. His whole lower body cramps with growth as his legs extend, wider feet scratching into dirt as calves and thighs lengthen while his pulse continues to race from the shock of this impossible transformation. Struggling with the new weight of self, his rougher hands pressed into the ground his duller mind is unable to reconcile what is happening to him with reality. The sound of blood rushing through his ears mutes the world around him and at the slightest lapse he simply forgets.
“Why am I on my hands?” Through bleary eyes he stares at hands too wide, fingers longer and thicker. He trails upward and almost scoffs as he sees forearms and biceps not nearly as defined as they should be, after another moment mouth agog he guffaws as he presumes to have put one and one together, “Oh ahuhuh- I must be workin’ out here?” Licking his lips as he is filled with an otherworldly surge of energy, Simon gets started following one of the most common impulses that is to evermore make itself at home in his mind. He starts doing some push ups.
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Immediately do his biceps burn with effort as they put on weight at an impossible rate. Simon grunts with the effort of taking the wheel and commanding his body to be more powerful. His heart pounds in his chest as, just like every piece of fabric before, his shirt quickly gives way outright to the progress of growth. To the strengthening of self. With each dip towards the earth his pecs come closer to touching the cold soil before bouncing as his powerful arms rocket him back upwards with precision. 
Simon continues exercising until his arms burn as numb as his new, slower mind. Not only does muscle continue to pack on with every punch upwards, but his impressive form is just as quickly patterned with burgeoning body hair. Sweat drips down onto a chest rapidly peppered with curls and steams off a back which holds hair slowly rising from his lightly furred ass. Sweaty steam trails upwards from widening shoulders and bulky traps into the cold autumn air as heavy breath mists from behind gnashing teeth. Nowhere does the hair grow thicker than under his powerful arms as a jungle of hair grows outward from his pits and sends distinct trails of sweat down his trunk like biceps and across his hulking pecs.
Body hair and brawn are not the only decidedly improved aspects of the man either. Just as he continues to pack on muscle with each thrust upwards, so too is his crotch pulled closer to the ground with every descent. His briefs struggle against a package rapidly growing beyond any tenable containment. Balls bulge larger to supply his impressive form with the hormones required for the growth he demands of it, pubes cascading upward and outward as they strive to assert that Simon’s masculinity shall never be in question. 
So too does his cock throb and push against the confines of his underwear enough to be plainly visible. Not only from growing erect as his heart races, but from expanding to be the most impressive rod either he or his lover have ever seen. With the slightest glance down to see his new cock, he smirks and shivers as he imagines topping Nicky with that beast. 
This of course sends such a powerful surge of lust through him that the bulging cock immediately bursts free from the briefs outright, leaving him clad in nothing. His cock, now free, drips pre onto the earth as he continues working out a few moments longer in the buff, plain for anyone to see were the streets not thankfully empty. Guffawing to himself after thrusting his new cock into the ground a few times in the process of pushing up, Simon’s new bovine mind eventually realizes he’s fully nude and public and quickly stumbles to his feet. “Oh shit huhuh-” He stands and scratches the back of his head and tries to plan some form of escape, in the process he flexes his bicep and can’t help but smirk as he sees the veins bulging along its impressive length.
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Feeling his still turgid cock bounce with every slight movement, he continues laughing before looking down to see shredded clothes scattered at his colossal feet. Seeing the pile of clothes outgrown, Simon does everything short of drooling as he for the first time takes in his new form. Massive hands trail across padded muscle as the urgency of covering his dick fades from his mind. 
When his sweaty pecs begin to glimmer from the rising sun he is immediately thrown back into awareness of his active criminal behavior. Checking the coast is clear once more, he pauses for a moment wondering what the big deal is about public nudity before being chastised by some internal Nicky. Simon turns back to the bench and laughs dumbly as he sees his gym bag lying discarded.
Pouncing like an animal, he quickly tears into and retrieves shorts that will surely leave nothing to the imagination. Nevertheless he throws them on and grimaces as they tightly hug his ass and package. Seeing shirts thrown to the side he scratches his face and his face quivers as he feels stubble grace it for the first time. He purses his lips just to feel a moustache scratch his nose and absolutely disregards the idea that he needs a shirt. Why would he cover up anything beyond what is necessary. Surely the world would be more than grateful at the chance to see his form he asserts, bouncing his pecs and chuckling as he does so.
Finding himself with nothing to do besides appreciate how built he truly is now, Simon uses his phone as a mirror to inspect every angle and uses whatever sparing space in his mind to keep track of the best ones. The massive man shivers as the sweaty steam rising from him briefly glimmers red, making it clear that Nicky’s will has been enacted on his lover and announcing the fulfillment of his will. Nevermore will he be self-conscious, quite the opposite in fact. As morning commuters begin their grind many offer a passing glance to the by all accounts himbo drooling at his own reflection, and never does one escape without receiving a wink or flex from the man.
When a pair of jocks eye him with jealousy on the way to class he holds back laughter, the idea that not twenty-four hours ago he was just like them, smaller even, is inconceivable to the new man. Though to be fair, much now lies beyond the realm of conceivability for the man. He thinks about offering some tips to the pair though refrains as something needles him far, far in the back of his simple mind. There was something he was supposed to do yeah?
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Furrowing his brow in as deep a concentration as he can muster, Simon’s eyes close and his hands clench at his head as he tries to think. Laundry? Huhuh as if- Meal prep? Then why would he be out here? Simon starts groaning in frustration and tapping his larger, still bare, foot on the sidewalk. Ephemeral ideas he might have latched onto in a life before this one drift past before he gives up and sits down, crossing his arms. The bench creaks under his new weight as he almost petulantly reclines, head back and eyes blank.
Suddenly he jolts up and almost hits himself for not doing the obvious straight away. Obviously Nicky’ll know what to do! His clumsy hands struggle to get his phone from the pocket of his shorts and he smiles at the lock screen, a picture of Nicky being smothered by his massive arms. Simon then squints and bites his tongue in concentration as now even this requires some degree of effort. Quickly enough he dials up his beau and almost vibrates from the excitement of hearing his voice. 
Back at home Nicky is playing a game though squeezes the phone in his headset as he sees Simon calling, “Hey baby? What’s up, early start today huh?” Would that he had a tail to wag, Simon laughs and answers, “ha uhhh, yeah somethin’ like that- uhhhhh. Yo did you uh, know what I was plannin’ on doing this morning?” Nicky tilts his head, for a moment he swears something is off with his boyfriend’s voice. Then his eyes go blank and his vision flickers red before, no it’s always been like that? Nicky swears something about his long hours at the gym over the years made him drop a few octaves but that’s neither here nor there. 
Nicky shakes off this small stupor, “Yeah Si, you said you were going to the gym no?” an eye twitches, “y’know, like usual?” Excitement once more sets fire in Simon’s veins as he nods and laughs at himself for forgetting such a simple routine, “Ahhh what would I do without you babe huhuh!” He kisses his cellphone and winks at a woman walking her dog who was giving him a side-eye. “Well you have fun dude! Gonna go get a MASSIVE pump in!” Nicky wryly grins and rolls his eyes, “you too, you too b, see you later-” With that he gets back to the game, intentionally ignoring the crimson buzzing at the back of his mind as both men set off to tackle the obstacles of the day, totally unaware of the lives they are to unintentionally change evermore. 
Poll Results:
Grow up you asshole: 36.1%
Getting flamed in game Nicky’s clapback  teaches a gamer to be a real man (Bear/Dilf TF) 
Man you always play him: 22%
Well intentioned words bring his gamer friend far closer in mind, body, and spirit to his favorite character- Fictional character TF
Sorry for the backwash: 21.2%
Accidentally sharing a drink causes his himbofication to spread 
Let’s get pumped: 20.7%
Simon finds work as a personal trainer and is far more effective than he has any right to be 
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seungcheorry · 3 months ago
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heyy i love ur writing so much and i was wondering that maybe can you please do something like how svt would act in fromt of their members? thank youu and have a nice day hehe
hi, thank you so much for suggesting! i wrote this thinking about how they would act in front of their members when they're in love. hope you have a nice day too. ❤️🍒
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seungcheol tries to play it cool so much, but the way he's constantly smiling or how he acts when you call him is enough for his members to tease him. they're happy for him, though.
jeonghan acts like it's no big deal, but if any member asks about you, he'll answer "i'm gonna marry them" in a heartbeat. he just knows better than to give his boys a reason to tease him, you know?
joshua is a cinnamon roll through and through, so he doesn't hide that he's happy and in love. might even let some of his members (dk and boo) say hi to you whenever he calls you. if anyone tries to tease him, he just goes "yeah, so what?".
jun is very discreet, it's not like he doesn't want his brothers to know that he's in love, he's just... private about it? so they definitely only find out after months, but once they do jun makes sure to tell them everything about you (they're just high school girls giggling and kicking their feet atp).
soonyoung couldn't care less how his members see him. yes, he's whipped; yes, he's a simp; no, he can't stay for too long tonight because he promised he would take you out for dinner. are you listening to the members cooing him? can you see how bright his smile is though?
wonwoo is shy when it comes to romantic business, so he doesn't act a kinda way. his members know better than to tease him, i mean, jeonghan and seungkwan might try to crack a joke just so wonwoo can open up a little about you, but other than that they just know that he's dating because he has this shy, silly smile on his face whenever he's on his phone.
jihoon doesn't have a specific way to act when he's in love. he might be more on his phone and paying less attention to his surroundings, but that also happens when he's really tired from work. he convinces himself that the members won't know that he's in love if he doesn't tell them, but seungcheol and probably soonyoung saw it coming for a long time now.
seokmin is another silly, whipped guy. he can't shut up about you, everything reminds him of you, and that's a whole plate for his members to tease him about. he may get annoyed sometimes, sulk a little bit, but his brothers know the moment to stop and give him a break - they know seokmin probably better than anyone.
mingyu already gets bullied on a daily basis by his members, so when they know that he's in love that's just another excuse to mock him (lovingly). it's nothing that mingyu can't handle it, so he doesn't actually care when he tells joshua about the date you two had last night and seungkwan overhears and starts to make kiss sounds just to annoy gyu.
minghao isn't big on sharing his romantic feelings with his members, so there's nothing to tease him about it. they will accuse him of hiding that he's in love though, and minghao will literally be like "i'm acting normal, you guys are just dumb" - and tbh? he ain't lying, he really is acting normal.
seungkwan tries sooo hard to play it cool and pretends it's not a big deal, but at the first "how's y/n doing?" vernon shoots him he'll start to run his mouth about you and won't shut up for at least 1 hour. but no, if anyone asks him he is NOT in love and he is NOT a simp 🙄.
vernon is kinda shy to let everyone know that he's in love and in a relationship (shy, not ashamed!!), so he will try to act like nothing is happening. oh, that's no one on the phone, sofia just told him a really good joke, yeah. sorry he can't come to that restaurant with minghao tonight, he's sooo tired, he'll just head home- until seokmin asks him "so... who's the lucky one?" and he goes 🥹 and spills the beans.
chan is a mix of seungcheol and seokmin. at first he tries his best to be the cool, laid-back guy; but when his hyungs start to tease him about his new partner, he's like "you know what? might as well express my feelings", and then he won't shut up about it and any time someone says "oooh he's in love" he will reply "yes, i am 🥺". chan is a loverboy, i'm afraid.
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iomoru · 2 months ago
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Hey!! Love your work!! Since your request is open, can you make a Reader that like to talk a lot x character who's relatively busy, the scene is like reader was talking but then stops cuz she thought that character was busy doing something (example: doing paper work) so they weren't listening, but they actually were listening and they answer reader?, I DON'T KNOW IF IT'S CONFUSING OR NOT!!! (any character you want btw)
Unexpected Attention
A/n: I'm so sorry for not being able to do your req sooner, I got so busy in school activities I didn't even notice I had something inside my inbox- (I couldn't chooses single character so yeah 🧍‍♀️)
Genre: Modern! Au, Fluff, Gn! Reader, Second Person, Proofread
Chars: Cyno, Alhaitham, Wriothesley, Neuvillette, Ayato
Summary: You have a habit of rambling about the most random things whenever you're around him, even if he’s preoccupied with work or other tasks. Thinking he’s too busy to listen, you cut yourself off mid-conversation. But to your surprise, he’s been listening the whole time and isn’t about to let you stop now.
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Cyno:
Cyno was at the small table in front of you, buried in the pages of some ancient text. His brow furrowed in concentration as his fingers lightly traced the lines of his book. You knew he took his research seriously, so you kept your voice light and casual, not really expecting him to be following along with your rambles.
“—and then I saw this cat trying to chase a squirrel, but it just ended up—” You trailed off suddenly, catching yourself. He was probably deep in thought about something much more important.
“Why did you stop?” Cyno asked, eyes still on the text, but there was a faint smile tugging at his lips.
You blinked, caught off guard. “I, uh...I thought you weren’t listening.”
“I was,” he said simply, finally looking up, his gaze soft. “The cat didn't catch the squirrel, right?”
You laughed softly, realizing he had been paying attention all along. “Yeah, exactly. It just gave up and sat there, sulking.”
Cyno chuckled, marking his page and closing the book. “Sounds like it could use some tips. Keep talking, I’m still listening.”
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Alhaitham:
Alhaitham’s fingers flew over the keys of his laptop, the soft clicking punctuating the silence between your words. He was working on some project probably something that required more brainpower than your ramblings about the latest TV show you’d been binge-watching. As you got to the part where the plot took an unexpected twist, you hesitated, realizing he might not even be tuned in.
“You know what, never mind,” you mumbled. “You’re busy, I don’t want to bother you—”
“Why are you stopping?” Alhaitham’s voice cut in smoothly, his eyes still on the screen, but there was a small quirk of his lips. “I want to know how it ends.”
“You do?” you asked, eyebrows raising in surprise.
He glanced at you briefly, his expression unreadable but somehow fond. “Yes. It’s more entertaining than this report I’m working on, so continue.”
You grinned, heart fluttering a little at the thought of him actually listening. “Alright, but don’t blame me if you get too distracted.”
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Wriothesley:
Wriothesley was sitting at his desk, pen in hand, as he reviewed some documents. The steady scratching sound echoed in the room as you sat nearby, talking about something entirely unrelated. Maybe it was your plans for the weekend, or how you’d run into an old friend from high school. His eyes were trained on his paperwork, so you figured your words were just background noise to him.
Mid-sentence, you stopped, feeling like you were just talking to yourself. “I’m sorry, you’re working. I’ll shut up.”
Wriothesley’s pen paused, and he looked up at you, raising an eyebrow. “Why’d you stop?”
“I mean...you’re busy.”
He shook his head, leaning back in his chair. “I’m never too busy for you,” His lips curved into a soft smile. “Besides, I want to know what happened after you saw your friend.”
Your heart warmed at his words, and you couldn’t help but smile back. “Oh, well, they told me this funny story about—”
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Neuvillette:
Neuvillette sat quietly across from you, flipping through legal briefs or something equally as complex. His serene expression made it hard to tell if he was absorbed in his work or if he was listening to your musings. You were deep into telling him about a random fact you’d learned earlier that day, but then you faltered.
You sighed, glancing at him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. You’re probably focused on something important.”
He glanced up at you, his soft gaze meeting yours. “What makes you think I wasn’t listening?”
You blinked in surprise. “You were?”
Neuvillette nodded, his voice gentle. “Of course. You were telling me about the history of that statue, right? It was quite fascinating.”
Your face lit up as you continued, and he leaned forward slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips. He never seemed to mind your random tangents, and that made you feel like the most important person in the room.
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Ayato:
Ayato was typing away on his phone, likely dealing with something work-related even outside of the office. You were in the middle of a rant about a new recipe you wanted to try but stopped when you realized he hadn’t looked up in a while.
“Okay, I’ll stop bothering you now,” you mumbled, feeling a little silly.
Ayato looked up, confusion crossing his face. “Why stop? I was listening.” He set his phone down and leaned his chin on his hand, looking at you with that signature, mischievous smile. “I’m curious now. What was the secret ingredient you wanted to use?”
You bit your lip, realizing you had underestimated him. “Um...it’s actually saffron. You know, to give it that rich flavor.”
His smile widened, and he nodded. “Interesting choice, i’ll have to try it once you make it.”
You grinned, your heart light as you continued explaining the recipe, knowing that despite his busy schedule, Ayato always made time for you.
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A/n: I BADLY wanna write more but I'm so buried in stupid school activities
© ²⁰²⁴ ɪᴏᴍᴏʀᴜ ✰ do not repost, translate, plagiarize, use to train ai, or share my work on other social media platforms.
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its-avalon-08 · 6 months ago
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max, jealous trope, ferrari driver, she is laughing with carlos
grumpy lover boy (mv1)
✦ pairing - max verstappen x female!driver!reader
✦ genre - jealousy, playfulness, fluff
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(i adore this man so much, im dying)
The paddock was alive with energy and excitement as fans and teams buzzed about, preparing for the upcoming race. Max Verstappen stood by Red Bull's garage, his eyes scanning the crowd. He caught sight of his girlfriend, Y/N, across the way at Ferrari's setup, chatting animatedly with her teammates, Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz.
Max and Y/N had kept their relationship a secret from the public eye, preferring to avoid the added pressure and media scrutiny. It wasn't easy, especially with both of them being high-profile drivers, but they managed to make it work.
As Max watched, Carlos said something that made Y/N laugh—a genuine, hearty laugh that lit up her face. She playfully grabbed Carlos's hand in the midst of her laughter, and Max felt a sharp pang of jealousy.
He clenched his jaw, his mood instantly darkening. Daniel Ricciardo, noticing the change in his friend's demeanor, sidled up to him with a smirk.
As Max continued to watch Y/N laugh with Carlos and Charles, his grumpy demeanor grew more evident. Daniel couldn't resist poking fun at his friend.
"Mate, you're glaring so hard, I'm surprised the Ferrari garage isn't on fire," Daniel said with a chuckle, leaning casually against the wall beside Max.
Max grunted, not taking his eyes off Y/N. "She's just laughing at his joke. It's no big deal."
Daniel raised an eyebrow, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Sure, no big deal. That's why you're standing here looking like someone just stole your lunch."
Max shot him a look. "I'm not… okay, maybe I am a little jealous. But can you blame me?"
Daniel laughed, clapping Max on the back. "Oh, I don't blame you. It's just funny seeing you all whipped. Never thought I'd see the day."
Max rolled his eyes, though he couldn't hide the small, begrudging smile. "Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up."
"Seriously, though," Daniel said, his tone softening a bit. "She really does have you wrapped around her finger, doesn't she?"
Max sighed, his gaze softening as he watched Y/N. "Yeah, she does. And I'm fine with that. Just wish I didn't have to watch her being all friendly with Carlos."
Daniel smirked. "Well, look on the bright side. At least it's Carlos and not someone like… I don't know, Lewis."
Max groaned at the thought. "Don't even joke about that, Dan."
Daniel chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. "Relax, mate. She's yours, and everyone can see it—even if they don't know it."
Max nodded, feeling a bit more reassured. "Thanks, Dan."
"No problem," Daniel said with a wink. "Now, let's get back to work before you burn a hole through Carlos's head with that death stare of yours."
Max finally tore his gaze away from Y/N, shaking his head with a smirk. "Alright, alright. Let's go."
As they walked away, Max couldn't help but glance back one more time, feeling a mix of jealousy and adoration for the girl who had him completely and utterly whipped.
(jumping to carlos and y/n)
Carlos noticed Max's intense glare from across the paddock and shifted uncomfortably. He turned to Y/N with a concerned expression.
"Y/N, did I do something to upset Max?" Carlos asked, his eyes wide with worry.
Y/N followed his gaze and saw Max glaring at them, his arms crossed and his jaw clenched. She laughed softly, shaking her head. "No, you didn't do anything, Carlos. He's just being a bit… overprotective."
Carlos let out a sigh of relief, though he still looked a bit uneasy. "Are you sure? Because he looks like he's ready to come over here and punch me."
Y/N chuckled, giving Carlos a reassuring pat on the arm. "Trust me, it's nothing. Max is just a little jealous, that's all. He'll get over it."
Carlos's worried expression softened into a smile. "You two are really cute together, you know that?"
Y/N blushed slightly, glancing over at Max who was still sulking. "Thanks, Carlos. It's not always easy, but we make it work."
Carlos grinned, shaking his head in amusement. "I don't know how you manage to keep it a secret with how obvious he is sometimes."
Y/N laughed again, the sound light and cheerful. "I guess we just have to be careful. But it's worth it."
Carlos nodded, giving her a supportive smile. "Well, if you ever need any help keeping the secret, you know where to find me."
"Thanks, Carlos. I appreciate it," Y/N said, genuinely grateful for his understanding.
Carlos glanced over at Max once more, then back at Y/N with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Maybe you should go over there and give him a little reassurance. Before he starts plotting my demise."
Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "Yeah, maybe I should."
As Y/N made her way over to Max, Carlos watched with a smile, glad to see his friend happy—even if it did mean occasionally dealing with a very grumpy and jealous Max Verstappen.
(cuteness incoming)
Y/N made her way across the paddock toward Max, her heart warming at the sight of his grumpy expression. She slipped behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her cheek against his back.
"Hey, you," she said softly.
Max stiffened for a moment before relaxing into her embrace. He turned around, his eyes locking onto hers, and without a word, he cupped her face and kissed her passionately. Y/N melted into the kiss, her arms sliding up to wrap around his neck.
When they finally broke apart, Max rested his forehead against hers, his breathing heavy. "You have no idea how much I needed that," he murmured.
Y/N smiled, her fingers tracing soothing patterns on the back of his neck. "Feeling better now?"
Max huffed, his grumpy demeanor still lingering. "A bit. Just… don't like seeing you so close with Carlos."
Y/N chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. "You know there's nothing to worry about, right? It's just you and me."
Max sighed, his arms tightening around her. "I know. I just can't help it sometimes."
Y/N pulled back slightly, her eyes filled with affection. She began peppering his face with soft kisses—his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, and finally his lips again. "There, all better?"
Max couldn't help but smile, the grumpiness slowly fading from his features. "Yeah, all better. You always know how to fix me."
She grinned, giving him one last kiss. "That's my job, isn't it? Besides, I like seeing you smile."
Max's smile widened, his eyes sparkling with love. "I love you, Y/N."
"I love you too, Max," she replied, resting her head on his chest. "Now, let's go back to work before Daniel makes even more fun of you."
Max chuckled, his mood considerably lighter. "Alright, but only because you asked so nicely."
Hand in hand, they walked back toward their respective garages, ready to face the rest of the race weekend together, their bond stronger than ever.
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pomefioredove · 6 months ago
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"stop saying things that make me wanna kiss the hell out of you!" with Idia please!
idia the kind of guy to talk tough over dms and then stare at you like 0_0 when you meet up
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summary: "stop saying things that make me want to kiss the hell out of you" type of post: short fic characters: idia additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is not specified to be yuu, kissing!??!?!
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"stop saying things that make me wanna kiss the hell out of you!!!"
That's how it started.
Just one message on a night where you were both feeling a little too bold for your own good.
"yeah?? I'd like to see you try"
You'd been playing some stupid online game that Idia had been recommended, for much longer than you should've. It was well past two in the morning by now, on a school night no less.
Someone would nag you about it in the morning, but that's a problem for future you.
Current you is hidden under a sea of blankets, trying to hide the light of your phone screen from the room.
"maybe i will, huh???"
You smile at his reply. As if.
The game had been long abandoned, leaving you to your usual banter before you found something else to do together.
But it's almost three, and you're actually starting to get tired.
"im holding u to that. you better not get cold feet tomorrow"
No response. He's probably trying to come up with some witty comeback that'll leave you speechless, as always. But, nothing.
Weird.
You don't see much of him the next day, either. He hasn't been responding to any of your messages, and his status is offline, which is very unlike him. He's almost never not online in some capacity.
You're walking back to your dorm when your phone goes off.
"sending you my location. meet me asap"
Weird, again, weird. Idia being anywhere but his room is strange in and of itself.
Curiosity gets the best of you, and you end up somewhere behind the school, in a shaded grove.
And there's a head of glowing blue hair sitting against one of the trees.
"Idia?" you ask, a little dumbfounded. "What's up?"
He has his hands in his pockets, and a terrified look on his face.
Still, he speaks. "Ready?"
"Ready?" you repeat. "For...?"
You sit down next to him, and he flinches, clearly wanting to scoot away from you but not letting himself.
"Seriously," he sighs, sulking. "And you told me not to get cold feet..."
Then it clicks. Your face lights up, a little amused, a little flustered, but overall, very surprised.
He's going to...
You try to hold back a grin. "Yeah, I'm ready,"
Idia sighs (dramatically), mumbles, "Well, you asked for it," and kisses you on the mouth.
It's... not very good.
Tense would be an understatement, he seems to hold the static kiss for much longer than necessary, as if he's just as afraid of finishing it as he was starting.
After what amounts to a minute of nothing, you pull back.
"Before you say anything-" you say, quickly, noticing the devastated look on his face. "Maybe I should lead. Okay?"
Idia opens his mouth, as if to argue, but the only thing that comes out is a faint, squeaky, "okay".
You move a little closer, cupping his face in your palms, trying to figure out how to lead.
His whole face (and hair) is pink, and he's staring at you like you're about to take a bite out of him instead.
You smile, push his hair out of his face, and kiss him.
It's... a little better. He actually kisses back, and you pull away as soon as you feel him getting nervous again.
"I suck at this," he sighs. "This is so cringe. You should just get it over with and kill me now."
"Have you had enough, then?"
A long silence follows. He stares at you. You stare back.
Idia takes a deep breath, then kinda smiles. "...Third time's a charm, right?"
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omgsecretsecret · 3 months ago
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I don't want to go !
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Pairing : Lee Minho x gn!reader
Genre : fluff ; crack ; a liiiiiittle bit suggestive if you squint
Word count : about 650
Warning : mention of needles (for vaccines) ; making out
Author's note : I know this isn't great but I had fun writing it ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ ; the pics on top are not mine credits to the owners ; lots of love to my sweet @nmn-yty for helping me <3
Prompts : from the list made by @quokkareactions
54. "Get in"
"No"
"Get in"
"No"
"Now"
"Make m..."
"Trust me, love. That's a sentence you don't want to finish."
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47. "Why am I on the ground?"
Masterlist || Part 2
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You hate needles. You have always hated needles, these pointy little things made for injecting some products in your body. No, thank you. So when you checked your health booklet and saw that you need to get three vaccines done, you were not happy. Fortunately (or not), your lovely boyfriend is here to make (force) you to go to the doctor.
Right now you are in front of the car, he is trying to get you in the car but you keep refusing stubbornly. You are not going there.
"Are you serious right now ? You're like a kid ! he groans, getting frustrated.
— And ? I don't want to go ! you protest, crossing your arms indeed like a sulking child.
— But you have to ! he replies before sighing. Come on, just get in.
— No.
— Get in.
— No.
— Now.
— Make m...
— Trust me, love. That's a sentence you don't want to finish."
You raise a brow. You are in a provocative mood right now, and this definitely made you curious about what he would do. So yes, you are going to try it.
"Bet ? Make. Me. you look at him with a smug look and he isn't even surprised.
— Alright, babe." it's all he says before gently pinning you against the car, trapping you between his strong body and the door.
His eyes travel between your lips and your eyes as he inches closer to you. You're confused, but you'd never refuse a kiss to the hottest man on earth which happens to be your boyfriend. If what he plans on doing to make you regret your sentence is kissing you, you're not complaining. He gently cups your jaw, stroking your cheek with his thumb, yet he doesn't move closer to connect your lips yet. No, he stays like this, purposely making you wait. He smirks as you start pulling him towards you and finally kisses you.
It's slow at first, just to make you want more as he barely moves his lips. But as you get more and more impatient, he finally starts kissing you as you want. He gently pins you against the car, and you let out a surprised whimper. He kisses you more passionately, knowing how much he affects you. He pushes one of his thick thighs between yours as you close your eyes and grip his shoulder. Everything feels hot as he parts his lips as a request to deepen the kiss. You eagerly open your mouth, letting your tongues meet as he grabs your waist with one hand, the other one holding your wrist. It's all so good, but of course Minho is Minho and it can't last long.
You feel him pulling on your arm and tip you over his shoulder, and the next thing you know you're laying on the floor as he looks down at you with a smirk. You're not hurt though, it just made your butt a little bit sore. He carefully made sure to not just throw you down. But still. What the fuck ?
"Why am I on the ground ? you ask with a mix of confusion and annoyance. We were making out !
— I know, I was there. he replies in an almost mocking voice. I warned you. Now get in the car now."
You pout, not very happy, but choose to behave and get in. He sits next to you in the driver seat, watching you while you refuse to look at him. He chuckles at your sulking, you really are just a cute baby.
"But if you're good while we're with the doctor, maybe I'll let you kiss me as much as you want. Sounds good ? he offers as he turns on the car, making you look at him cautiously.
— Yeah... Okay. you mumble and he laughs again. Don't laugh ! I'm gonna kiss you so much you'll regret offering that. you protest, making him raise a brow.
— Sure."
You may be a little annoying sometimes, but he loves you and you'll always be his baby.
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Many bisous to @giddyfatherchris
do not repost, translate or rewrite without my written authorisation
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personasintro · 1 year ago
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Mutual Help | #47
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↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help
⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader
⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn
⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, mature content
⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 15.1k+
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⇠ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯. | 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ⇢ 
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"Okay, can you stop sulking already?" You finally break off the silence, not knowing whether you should laugh or be tired by Jungkook's visibly tensed behavior.
It's been only five minutes since you came home, just having enough time to take off your shoes before Jungkook has walked into the bedroom with long strides as you've followed him, just to find him unbuttoning his shirt with quick and frustrated movements.
"I am not sulking," he mutters, annoyance thick in his tone as you snort and take off your blazer before it's tossed onto his bed. You want to tell him the opposite, but five seconds later and Jungkook finally bursts. "Can you believe him? What an asshole!"
Your eyes widen as he turns around, a half of the buttons already unbuttoned exposing his chest but you refrain from eyeing him.
"Who does he think he is? Honestly, I can't believe how calm you're about it!" he exclaims, showing confusion on his face as you snort again.
"Please," you sit on the edge of his bed. "Man like Yoongi can't piss me off, I'm used to his antics."
"That's exactly it, you shouldn't be used to it, Y/N," he points out, voice slightly raised but not at you. He is just frustrated and you understand him. Yoongi has made you feel so many emotions close to irritation and anger, so you can relate to current Jungkook's state.
"Trust me, I wanted to strangle him," you inform him with a chuckle, standing up to stand in front of him, hands placed on his warm chest, a fabric separating you from the direct contact with it. "Why are you getting so worked up over this, anyway? I mean, I was mad too but I think Benjamin got the message. Plus, thanks for the whole boyfriend thing." you tease him and he just gives you an annoyed roll of his eyes, but the corner of his lips lifts up.
"You were visibly uncomfortable, I had to do something."
"You definitely did something," you hum, hands moving directly onto his warm chest as you rub it softly.
"I'm serious," Jungkook mutters, "It was either the boyfriend thing or directly telling him to fuck off."
You laugh at that, throwing your head back as you stare at Jungkook's eyes, the prominent scowl catching your attention. "That wouldn't be a good idea, I mean telling him to fuck off... besides, we have enough experience to the whole fake dating thing, huh?"
This time it's Jungkook who snorts at your joke, "Stop joking, I am mad."
"Why? Fuck him."
"Who exactly?"
"Both of them," you shrug, earning a chuckle from him. "Not gonna lie, I did feel bad a little bit about lying to him but it's still better than directly explaining to him I'm not interested. He wasn't completely vocal about it, but it was more than obvious. You know? It was such a bad situation. Though, I don't understand why Yoongi decided to butt in at that exact moment... I honestly don't know what that man thought."
"Maybe he has a crush on you too," Jungkook suggests, watching your expression as you bulge your eyes out before you start laughing as if he told you the biggest joke. He stares wide eyed, confused and not understanding what's so funny about it.
To him, it would make sense.
"Yeah, I think he's the least common person to have a crush on me."
"Why not? Didn't you hook up with him before?"
Your face freezes for a second, your mouth closing slowly as you seem genuinely taken back at the sudden call out by Jungkook. Can you even call it that? It's not like he made it up or something.
"Well--but we both were drinking and he made it clear he's not interested," you manage to say, "I--no, he definitely doesn't have a crush on me, Kook. I would know."
"Yeah, just like you're aware of all the male stares you get on the streets?" Jungkook scoffs jokingly, staring knowingly at you as you gape at him.
He has always been telling you men turn around to take a look at you, which in fact you think he's exaggerating. Yes, you're aware of some of them doing that but that's definitely in scenarios when you look your best, going out and most men are like that. They stare at every woman.
"That's different," you argue, sliding your hands off his chest as you cross your arms over your chest. "I see Yoongi every day, well, five days out of the week. He can be an asshole, but he's not that bad, which is not the point right now, but he really is not interested in me."
"Yeah, just interested enough to fuck you before."
"Jungkook!" you exclaim, but he only just shrugs as he's trying to prove his point. His voice is nowhere near shaming or angry, he's saying it completely normally with a light tone. "You're wrong in that though. He didn't fuck me."
A confusion makes it on his face and he grimaces, looking confused as ever. "You told me you hooked up."
"Well, yeah, but you cut me off before I could explain," you tell him in thought, lips frowning at the argument that had taken place while you went ice-skating. "We didn't have sex."
Jungkook just stares, clearly shocked by the sudden information and he has no idea how to react, but a weird grimace crosses on his features that it almost makes you laugh. "Do I even wanna know what you did with that asshole?" he mutters, causing you to chuckle as you shrug.
"Nothing dramatic," you wave him off, "I just gave him a handjob and he ate me out. End of the story,"
Now he fully makes a disgusted grimace that makes you laugh, ignoring as you slap him on his buffed chest in disbelief. "Stop!"
"What?" Jungkook exclaims, bursting in laughter as he scrunches his nose and makes a gagging sound.
"You're such a child!" you scold him, laughing with him as you slap him again but this time he catches your wrists and holds them. It lasts only a moment as he suddenly lets you go but not before he pokes you in your ribs, the annoying action you both often do to each other.
It causes you to curse at him, pouting right after as he cackles.
"Anyway, we got drunk and I was a horny mess. I guess he was too and it happened. But I didn't fuck him."
"Thank god," Jungkook mutters and you kick him in the shin, not too violently of course as you sit back on his bed again. "Why were you a horny mess?" he suddenly asks confusingly, causing you to snort.
"Do you need a reason to be a horny mess? Don't you guys wake up with a hard dick just like that?" you ask unbothered, leaning back on your elbows as Jungkook purses his lips. "But to be completely honest... it was when you got back with Kiko and I had no one to have sex with,"
Jungkook's eyes almost bulge as he stares at you surprised, but that only lasts for a second as his lips curve in a smirk and he joins you on his bed, laying down on his side as he plops onto his elbow and holds his head, making himself comfortable.
"Oh god," you roll your eyes, "Don't look so smug, you moron."
Jungkook laughs, eyes crinkling to show how pleased he is by your confession, enjoying every bit of this while you already know what's about to happen. He never misses any opportunity to not only boost his ego, but to tease you whenever he can.
"So you missed me?"
"No, I missed your dick," you correct him, laughing when his face drops and he's obviously joking because even his corners of lips start to twitch as he fights back his own laughter. "It was a tough time, okay?" you exclaim dramatically, causing him to finally laugh.
"Well, you've got my dick now," he tells you lightly and amusingly, causing you to roll your eyes again as you dramatically sigh. "I didn't know you missed it though."
"Oh, get over yourself!" you exclaim, Jungkook smirking immediately as you shake your head with a grin on your lips before you shrug. "Come on, it doesn't take a genius to know I enjoyed us having sex."
"You're right," Jungkook hums, your heart jumping at his deep and raspy voice in thought but at the same time it doesn't sound too different than usual.
You feel your face getting hot and it definitely has something to do with the fact Jungkook doesn't sound as if you just told him something new. He obviously acknowledges the fact you enjoyed and enjoy having sex with him. Although, you've never talked about it before and you don't think you're planning to confess how nobody has ever made feel sex so good, it's more than obvious you both enjoy having sex together. Jungkook has no reason to think the opposite.
"I enjoy having sex with you too," Jungkook admits casually, your head almost cracking how fast you snap it towards him, eyes watching him as he shamelessly stares at you as if he just made a very casual confession.
You search his face, wondering if he can see how much his words affect you once again. If he has any clue about the excitement bubbling in the pit of your stomach. And it seems as if your eyes have their mind of their own because you eye him, letting his entire figure sink in as he lays on his side with his head propped up, looking like a freaking model from a magazine despite he had spent hours on a party.
From head to toe, Jungkook could be considered as a human being that is engraved by Gods themselves and it's unfair how breathtaking he looks while doing a bare minimum. But that's nothing new and you should've gotten used to it by now, still remembering the first time you met him. He obviously looked different and younger those years ago, wasn't so muscular and big back then, but looking good enough to make you slightly nervous to be in the company of such a handsome guy.
Gawking at Jungkook, he absolutely enjoys the attention you're giving him but doesn't really do much, he just lays there watching you with his full attention. Trying to break it off, you gasp and frown at Jungkook when you notice another feature of his that is hard to miss.
"Is your dick seriously hard right now?" you scold him, not hiding your disbelief and grin as you shake your head at him. Unbelievable.
He looks down at his crotch, looking back at you with a grin as he shamelessly and cockily shrugs. "You talking about my dick gets me going."
"Oh, shut up," you tell him, sitting straight as you push his shoulder, causing him to budge a little as he laughs.
Watching you standing up, you start to gather your things which are just your pajamas as you salute to Jungkook.
"Where are you going?" he exclaims childishly, causing you to laugh as you don't even look across your shoulder to give him a look.
"Taking a shower, don't you dare to sneak on me." you tell him, hearing him scoff loudly.
"You did it to me!" he shouts as you're already in your bathroom, still hearing him perfectly as you take out your make-up bag from the bathroom counter and pull out make-up removal pads, along with other products you need to take it off.
"What about me? I am hard!"
You snicker, wondering if it doesn't bother him if any of his neighbors could hear him – no matter how big Jungkook's apartment is, you really doubt it is soundproof from his loud voice.
"Take care of it, bunny!" you yell back, amusement more than clear in your voice as Jungkook scoffs once again causing you to giggle to yourself.
"Okay, I'm gonna rub myself one out! Don't come in here anytime soon!" he yells, informing you as you facepalm yourself, laughing.
"Ew! Gross!"
"Man gotta help himself!" You can't with this man, that's for sure.
"Help yourself, champ. You got it!" you yell encouragingly, bursting in laughter when you hear Jungkook gasp in disbelief as he's silently laughing to himself.
"I thought you missed my dick!" he whines loudly.
The only response he gets is the clear sound of you shutting the bathroom door, your giggles heard until a running water replaces them.
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"Honestly, you're just too dramatic," you say, chewing on the tangerine you peeled for yourself while face-timing Taehyung.
It's not rare for him to call you, but it's been a while since the two of you talked just like that and considering Taehyung's complaints, it's more than clear he called you to vent. You've nothing better to do anyway, it's Sunday and you've been enjoying the weekend just by sorting out your things, watching movies and cooking for you and Jungkook, who's been busy this whole weekend.
Working the whole Saturday and coming home at night just to spend his Sunday locked in his office, editing the set of photos that need to be done by the end of the week – which is today, makes you feel bad for Jungkook. He had barely any time to eat and if it weren't for your annoying pestering, you're not sure if he'd even eaten lunch.
It's close to the evening, the sun is slowly setting as you're sitting in the kitchen with your phone propped against the fruit ball, facing Taehyung who's laying on his couch with chest bare, a sight you're familiar with. The man loves to be half-naked when he's home.
"He bailed on me!" Taehyung exclaims, showing his annoyance at absent Jimin who's not here to stand up for himself and you take it as your responsibility to do so.
"He's sick, Tae," you deadpan, peeling another tangerine while Taehyung loudly sighs. "He's allowed to be sick, of course he doesn't feel like hanging out."
"He was fine yesterday when I talked to him!"
You raise your brow at him, stopping your task for a second to find him pucker his lips as you sigh. "You guys are like a married couple, honestly."
"Ah, like you're the one to talk!" he says right away, scoffing at you as you give him a glare.
"Plus, didn't you say you spontaneously wanted to hang out? Not everyone is free all the time, Tae. Not even Jimin."
He knows you've a point, you can see it in the way he looks away for a moment and is too stunned for words. That's until another deep sigh makes it past his lips.
"Fuck, I know... I'm just so fucking bored. Zuri bailed on me too and I've got nothing to do." Taehyung whines like a little child he sometimes is, too dramatic for his own good and you snicker, already recognizing the look of boredom he sports.
"Who the fuck is Zuri?" you ask, brows furrowed in confusion as a smirk makes its way on his lips at the mention of a woman.
"Ah, this hot chick I hooked up a few times. We were supposed to meet today but she canceled on me," Taehyung frowns, being reminded that he's been bailed by two people today.
For some reason, you do feel bad for him though. He's a social butterfly and although he has his days when he just wants to do his own thing that doesn't require another person, you know he quickly grows bored being by himself.
"Who even cancels on The Kim Taehyung?"
You snort, giggling as you shake your head at your friend. "Jimin and Zara, apparently."
"It's Zuri," Taehyung corrects you, "Don't worry about it, I couldn't get her name right the first time too."
And that makes you laugh, Taehyung joining you as he finds the memory of him forgetting the name of a woman he hooked up hilarious. Zuri wouldn't find it hilarious for sure, you actually feel sorry for her but at the same time, she probably knew what she's getting herself into considering Taehyung is very upfront with his potential hook-ups. Yes, he likes to fool around but he's not a douchebag that treats women like trash. At the same time, you're sure he has managed to break a few hearts as someone liked him too much to understand he's not interested in a relationship.
"I'm sure she loved that you couldn't remember her name right," you tell him with a full mouth, ignoring the grimace he gives you to annoy you. "Is it really hard to remember a name of someone you're about to have a sex with?"
"If you're wasted like I was then yes," Taehyung deadpans, making you giggle again.
"You're unbelievable, my friend." you tell him, conversation flowing to another direction as you joke around and talk for a few more minutes until you bid goodbye.
You still have to go grocery shopping considering you gave up on it yesterday, too comfortable on Jungkook's couch with a stomach full while binge-watching The Hunger Games.
Cleaning up your mess, you walk up to Jungkook's office and knock on the door, barely waiting for any response before you slowly push the door open. It's not surprising to find him the same way you did around lunch time. Sitting behind his desk, eyes big staring at the screen as the clicking sounds of his mouse resounds while he doesn't even spare you a glance.
Walking up to him and standing behind him, you lean down to admire the photos he has taken and is now editing in Photoshop. It never amazes you to see how talented he is and it's actually rare for you to catch him working on this stuff, since he usually used to work when he was alone. This is his work-time, so he obviously wasn't editing or working on anything while you hung out.
But as you take the picture he's editing into the sight, your heart clenches at the pregnant woman who's holding her big belly. The colors are vibrant, looking pretty and alive as her soft pink dress makes a great contrast with other colors and her skin tone.
You know Jungkook works on different kinds of photos, whether it's a family portrait, weddings or photoshoots, he's very versatile with his skills and offers of service. Now that you think about it, you remember him mentioning a couple of times he has done a pregnancy photoshoot, but it's not something he does very often.
So to see the woman smiling happily at her belly, the growing child inside her, actually makes your heart crack at the thought of Jungkook photographing this and now having to edit it. Maybe he doesn't think about it too much, he's great at hiding his emotions when it comes to something so heartbreaking that he has experienced. And once again, history is here to haunt him and a painful reminder of what could've been is right in front of his eyes.
If Jungkook notices your lack of verbal response, he focuses on the picture instead as he skillfully sharpens and improves the colors again.
Sighing, you sneak your arms around his neck and down his chest, resting your chin against the top of his head. You're leaning against the back of his chair, staring at the picture.
"When did you take this?" you ask him quietly, hearing him clear his throat as he continues with his work.
"Two weeks ago?" he answers unsurely, not really showing any kind of emotion which makes you dubious if he's fine or only acting like he is in front of you.
"Are you okay with taking pictures like this?" you ask carefully, knowing it's a touchy subject and the curiosity in you once again wins. It's not even about curiosity but more about your own worry about Jungkook's well-being.
Obviously, he's in control of what job he's taking and if he didn't want to take this kind of photoshoot, he had every right now to agree to this. In the worst case, he could've cancelled if this was booked way before he discovered Kiko's lie. But knowing Jungkook, he's not the type to cancel on anything and to be fair, you'd be proud of him for not letting it affect his work. On another hand, you don't see a problem even if he did cancel it – if it meant it helps him and he needs more time to heal.
"It's my job, Y/N," he points out quietly, giving you a little signal that maybe he's not completely fine with it as he looks. You've known him for years, so you know the lack of emotion in his voice is him hiding it.
Sighing, you don't mean to pry any more and you're slowly sliding your arms up, just to be stopped by Jungkook's quiet voice.
"It wasn't exactly easy because thoughts kept coming to my mind whether I wanted it or not... but I was focusing on my work, so I tried to block them, you know?"
You straighten, coming to his desk to face him as he slightly pushes the chair away to give you more space while you lean against the wooden desk.
"But I'm fine, really. I can't break down at every sight of a pregnant woman or something. I do feel sad because like I said, it makes me think of questions like what if... but I'm gonna live." he assures you, giving you a soft smile as you react the same before you give him a gentle nod.
"I need you to live, who's gonna be my best friend?" you joke, trying to lighten up the mood.
Hair put in a man-bun while you're sure the hair tie in his hair is yours, you watch as his features relax and he gives you an amused grin showing the set of his front teeth. Despite the fact he has been locked in his office the entire day and wearing one of his lazy home outfits – which is similar to yours; a pair of sweatpants and a random shirt – he looks slightly tired from staring into the computer screen for hours but still handsome as ever.
"Oh, get out," he scoffs but laughs with you, "Who were you talking to? I heard you laughing." he asks, changing the topic as you chuckle at the instant memory of Taehyung and his dramatic call.
"Taehyung. Apparently Jimin and one of his hook-ups bailed on him, so he's been feeling... offended, petty? You know him," you laugh and Jungkook nods, chuckling at Taehyung as well. "I'm going to the groceries, you want something?"
Jungkook looks surprised as he thinks. "Oh, shit. We were supposed to go yesterday, weren't we?"
"Nah, it's fine. You were working and I was too lazy to go," you shrug, "The fridge isn't empty, I'm sure there is enough food to cook something for tomorrow but I've been craving some snacks, so I'm gonna get them." you explain.
"Snacks? There is a whole cupboard full of snacks." Jungkook reminds you, although you feel the need to correct him that the cupboard is no longer totally full – thanks to his midnight visits to eat some snacks in the middle of the night, despite his current "diet" as he likes to whine about.
"My period is coming, I need different snacks." you tell him, his brows shooting up as he chuckles and nods in understanding.
"Do you want me to come with you?" he asks, leaning comfortably against his chair as you shake your head.
To be completely fair, you hate having to go grocery shopping alone but that's exactly what you were doing back when you were living alone because there was no other choice. Well, it's not like you can't do it. You're an adult but you prefer to go with someone else. But Jungkook is working and you're completely fine with going by yourself.
"Nah, it's fine. You should finish this, so you can finally rest." you remind him as he playfully rolls his eyes at you.
"Are you taking a car?"
"No, I think I'm just gonna walk there. It's not that far away and I've been sitting on my ass the whole weekend." you explain to him as he frowns a little.
"It's about to get dark," he informs you as if you didn't know and it makes you chuckle. "I'm going with you. We can take my car and buy groceries for the next week while we're there." he tells you, already reaching for the mouse to click off his opened tabs.
"You sure? You're working."
"This was my final picture anyway. I'm done," he informs you, saving the pictures and files as he finally turns off the computer. "Let me just grab my wallet and keys, and we can go."
You nod, both of you scurrying out of his office to get your things before you get into Jungkook's car as he drives you to the nearby store.
It's weird to be thinking this, but it actually feels therapeutic to just go and shop, even though Jungkook has been tossing so many unnecessary items you definitely don't need. So you remind him of his diet but he only acts as if he hasn't heard you, ignoring you which makes you laugh.
You push the cart through different aisles, mostly stopping in the candy and snacks section so you can finally decide what your heart – or more like stomach – desires for, while Jungkook disappears somewhere to grab some of his needed groceries. By the time you're done, your cart is somehow almost full but that's only because you've bought more meat, vegetables, fruit and more basic food that it's needed.
Both busy standing in line and then putting your items onto the conveyor belt, you're both in your own thoughts until it's your turn. Just as you're about to greet a young cashier that looks to be your age, your eyes meet but that's until Jungkook tosses something else onto the belt. You and her both look at the sudden item being tossed, your cheeks flaming hot when you notice it's a package of condoms. The girl looks behind you, your own eyes following the vision as you're met with unbothered looking Jungkook who gives you a shrug.
"We ran out,"
Oh god. Turning around, you feel your cheeks hot as the woman looks just as shy as a quiet greeting leaves past her lips and so does yours. You quickly move to put scanned groceries back to your cart as Jungkook can't help but have the time of his life looking at your flustered and evidently shy face.
Giving him glare amuses him even more, no matter how inconspicuously you're trying to do it with your head facing downwards only for your eyes to glare up at him. But the overly confident and amused man has the audacity to actually send you a wink, completely distracting you until you realize he's paying with his card all your groceries. You haven't separated it, since most food you'll share but you were planning on paying for it. You'll just send him money later.
"Have a good evening," The cashier politely says, cheeks red as she realizes how it sounds and her wide eyes look at Jungkook, thankfully not staring at you.
But Jungkook isn't affected at all, raising the corner of his lips up. "We will," he tells her with a completely amused tone while you wish for the floor to swallow you whole. "Have a lovely evening." And he takes the receipt from her hands, bowing slightly towards her as the woman is too stunned to speak and barely manages to bid the last goodbye.
You're rushing out of the shop, smacking Jungkook in the arm as soon as you're out while he cackles at your flustered face.
"Condoms, really?" you scold him once you stop at the truck of his car, he opens it with his keys still in the pocket of his jacket.
"What? We need them, we really ran out," he laughs and you shake your head at him, grinning at the absurd situation. You did run out, since the last time you had sex Jungkook used the last condom – it's hazy but you do remember him tossing away the empty box. "Come on, it's a completely normal thing!" Jungkook exclaims, laughing as you start laughing.
"No, I know," you tell him, both of you putting your groceries in his truck. "The poor woman is probably traumatized because of you."
"Oh, please, she most likely has sex too," Jungkook tells you, scoffing amusingly.
"It was about your behavior later, you moron and you know it," you scold him, causing him to laugh as he doesn't hide it and shrugs with a grin. "You made her flustered."
"I have that effect on women," Jungkook muses, pursing his lips cockily as you roll your eyes, both of you bursting in laughter again.
"Sure, Jeon, whatever helps you sleep at night." you sing out to him, pushing the cart to take it back to its designated place while Jungkook shoots you a playful grin, closing the trunk as he gets inside the car waiting for you to join him.
The rest of the evening is spent nice, maybe not how Jungkook made fun of and insinuated to the poor cashier. None of you actually make a move to have sex once you get home and take care of the groceries. You both relax while binge-watching 'You', Jungkook urging you to go to sleep once your head keeps falling and eyes can no longer stay open. So you take a shower, accepting the warmth and softness of Jungkook's bed right after, waiting for him to join you after his shower.
And once he does, the two of you fall asleep in a comfortable darkness and silence, enjoying the few hours until your alarms wake you up in the morning.
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If you had to name one person that you truly don't understand, you'd know right away who that person is. A man with sharp eyes, usually a stone cold expression that has made you believe he's not as bad as he represents himself but then he reminds you that he's not just a man of those features. It's a man who has invoked a new profound ability to irritate you to the core.
Monday is just like any other Monday at work – everyone has jumped straight into their responsibilities and daily tasks, although the party that happened on Friday is still merely discussed amongst the staff.
Despite your nonchalant and cold attitude you've been giving to Yoongi today, the day isn't as bad since you're absorbed in your own work. To be completely exact, you're not even sure if you're giving any attitude to him since you've been ignoring him whenever he was in the same room but it's not like he's been asking for your attention. But at least, you used to spare him a glance or a brief nod in greeting which definitely isn't happening today.
And you've no idea if it's for your current and today's attitude towards him, or if he can still remember the look of disappointment you gave him as him and Jungkook almost went for each other's necks – you've no idea what makes him approach you first.
Because Yoongi never approaches someone first, not if it's work related which you're sure this is not.
"Can we talk?" He approaches you all of a sudden and you hold yourself back from flinching at the sudden voice next to you, not expecting anyone to approach you just like that.
To be fair, you haven't even noticed him since your eyes have been locked onto your phone – using your break to drink tea and drive away the short-lasting boredom for a moment.
You let your eyes set on him briefly, sparing him a glance as you're staying leaned against the counter in the break-room.
"I'm on my break," you murmur, pettily staring back into your phone but not before you take a small spit of your tea, setting the cup beside you as the man in front of you sets a burning gaze at you.
"I can see that," he mutters back smartly, causing even more annoyance to bubble inside of you. "I'm using my own break to talk to you, so you could show some gratitude."
At this, you scoff loudly and your ignoring facade breaks just like that. "You're a real asshole, you know that?"
"Tell me something you haven't told me yet," he tells you, shrugging as you scoff again, avoiding his sharp eyes in fear otherwise you're going to jump on him and strangle him to death. "I'm here to apologize."
And you laugh, bitterly and amusingly at the same time as you laugh in his face which makes him frown and takes a lot of control not to just turn around and leave.
You really are pissing him off and you don't probably even realize it. And maybe he's not the most self-reflective person, he knows he wasn't completely good to you. And he hates that he actually feels guilty and it's your stupid face you made on Friday before you left.
"Min Yoongi and apologizing?" you scoff, "That's hard to believe." you tell him honestly, still sounding bitter but you eye him suspiciously. Well, Yoongi can't blame you for being suspicious when it comes to something as an apology from him.
"Well, then believe it," he mutters, not hiding his annoyance but he has never done that when it comes to you, nor anyone else.
You stay quiet, raising your brow at him as he expects any response from you to help him, but he doesn't get it which makes him let out an annoyed huff.
"I'm sorry for how I acted on Friday." he says bluntly and almost robotically, so emotionless that it actually makes you burst into laughter.
"You're so shitty at apologizing. Have you ever apologized before?" you ask, met with a glare in return.
"For your information yes, very rarely and a long time ago but yes," He rolls his eyes, "So, I apologized. Bye."
"Wait," you call out to him as he's about to turn around, staring at him in disbelief. "That's it? I apologized and bye? Don't you have anything more to say?" You know you're pushing your luck but a simple sorry doesn't cut it for how he acted.
"What do you want me to say?" he sighs, "Sorry I was an asshole. Good?"
"Well, perhaps you could start with why you are sorry. And not just because you are an asshole, because we all know that."
"God, how does he put up with you?" he murmurs under his nose, causing you to glare at him as you put your phone next to your cup just to cross your arms over your chest.
He hesitates, staring at you instead but is met with another raise of your brow as you wait expectantly. Sighing both in defeat and annoyance, he rubs his skin behind his ear as he smacks his lips.
"I shouldn't have interfered into your business with Benjamin and your boyfriend,"
Ignoring the way he calls Jungkook your boyfriend, mocking you, you keep glaring at him.
"I took it too far."
"Why did you do it though?" you ask him, still eyeing him as if he should burst in laughter and tell you he's joking. You'd like to think you know him to some extent, and you do. But it's hard to detect whether he's really sincere or playing some tricks on you.
But the sight of him shifting on his spot, visibly looking uncomfortably as discomfort is visible on his scrunched and frowned features, makes you think that he might be sincere after all.
"Why did you butt in just to call me out? You knew Benjamin was interested in me, yet you told him about Jungkook which okay, I have no idea how that came up in your conversation with him but fine... it happened and you didn't exactly lie to him,"
You know it would be a douche move to tell him that he didn't have to tell him about Jungkook. If he was on your side, he could've just stayed quiet and not assure Benjamin Jungkook is only your friend. But it's stupid because he didn't lie, something you did. You and Yoongi aren't friends, yet he knows some things about your life that strangers shouldn't know – but it's your own fault for being open to him because despite his annoying personality, some things aren't that hard to tell him.
You guess it's more about the fact he should've been on your side, or at least something you'd appreciate about him if he did that. But he didn't. In a way, you feel slightly betrayed but can you be surprised? Like you said, you and him aren't friends.
"But you still decided to stick your nose and make Benjamin think as if he has a chance. I lied and I feel fucking guilty about it, but it was the better way to not hurt him."
"Or it was a better way for you so you didn't have to confront him and make yourself uncomfortable," Yoongi tells you, your mouth hanging open because you feel absolutely called out.
And you feel even more guilty than ever when you realize that he's right. You didn't exactly decide to lie to Benjamin just for your sake, so he's wrong about that. You lied for your and Benjamin's sake and Jungkook helped you with it.
Benjamin might not be a completely bad person, but the way he looked at you when Jungkook was next to you and the tone he talked with – it's something that made you extremely uncomfortable. Something Jungkook noticed that night and decided to pretend to be your boyfriend for your own sake.
"I'm not perfect, Yoongi," you remind him through your clenched teeth, "I did it for both my and his sake. It still doesn't excuse you for butting in and acting like an idiot. Is it really that fun to annoy me? Do you really hate me that much?"
Yoongi opens his mouth, a little perplexed by the sudden questions thrown at him. "I don't hate you, Y/N."
"Well, you sure make it seem like that," you scoff, "Couldn't you just mind your business? I just don't understand why you did that."
"Because I'm an asshole," he tells you honestly, "I really was bored and I didn't know what harm I'd cause."
"You're unbelievable. You never know, Yoongi," you tell him angrily, not hiding your disappointment. "I know we aren't friends but I was at least expecting you to have my back." you scoff at yourself.
Maybe you're making this more dramatic than it has to be. You didn't even know how much this whole thing upsets you and that you actually were expecting him to have your back, not until now.
"You women are dramatic, just another reminder why I'd rather deal with guys," Yoongi comments, making you look at him furiously as the corners of his mouth twitch but he controls himself, sighing. "Like I said, I crossed a line and I'm sorry for that. You're right, it wasn't my business and if Benjamin made you feel uncomfortable, you did what you thought is right,"
You stare at him.
"I still think you should've been upfront with him. You shouldn't care about others feelings too much, be more honest because than it'll backfire at you,"
Did he just give you advice? 
It's funny how you've been told you're honest your whole life. And you are. You know you're straight-forward, honest and blunt. But it does not always apply to every situation and it really depends on that situation you're in. For example, you really wanted to spare Benjamin's feelings because he has never openly said he likes you or anything like that. If he did, you'd be honest with him and tell him politely you're not interested. You wouldn't have to lie to him.
"So now that's done, my business here is finished." Yoongi says, smacking his hands together as he gives you a tight smile and turns around without another word.
You stand there speechless, staring in disbelief as his figure slowly disappears among the group of people who enter the break-room. Shaking yourself out of your stunned state, you finish your tea quickly and go back to work.
It's around lunch time, too consumed with your work and not feeling hungry at all, that you stay behind and work on some calls that need to be made when you see Yoongi again. You're surprised he's still lingering there considering most people from this department went out for lunch. But his sharp and expressionless face is not the first thing you see and it is not an indication of him still being in the building.
It's the paper bag with a croissant in it being tossed onto your desk that makes you jump, rushing to apologize to the woman who's on the phone with you that sounds concerned on the other line. Looking at Yoongi, you see him briefly giving you a look – noticing he's wearing a jacket that means he was outside and came back just now.
The woman's voice is just an empty sound you can't concentrate on, not as you watch Yoongi giving you no other reaction as he drags his feet to his desk, holding his own paper bag from the bakery nearby. For the rest of the day, he doesn't spare you a glance but you're not innocent either because you never thank him for the croissant he bought you. You didn't ask for it but you still appreciate it.
None of you mention it but that's how things are with you. Some things are better left unsaid – at least that's how things are better with Yoongi.
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When you come home after a long day, the apartment is quiet and for a moment you think Jungkook is working outside again, but that's soon to be proved wrong when you hear sounds coming from his office. The door stays closed and you tell yourself you're going to wait for him to come outside to ask him if he wants the take-away tonight. You're too tired to cook tonight, plus you feel the sudden pressure in your lower back and stomach from time to time, knowing it's just a matter of time before the first round of cramps will make themselves known.
You could just go there and knock, ask him if he wants something to eat since there's nothing cooked and you'd like to eat something before you fall into your state of pain and uncomfortable period symptoms. But you decide to wait a little bit longer, hearing voices which makes you wonder if he's calling with someone. Plus, whenever he has his office door closed you don't like to interrupt him because even if he never said anything about it, you know he closes the door to have privacy and time to work.
So in the meantime, you take a warm shower and make yourself an alchemilla tea after you change into more comfortable clothes. You wait a few minutes, texting with Jimin for a minute as you ask him if he's alright since Taehyung told you he's apparently sick. He doesn't give you too many details, just says he must have caught a cold but it's nothing serious, he's still going to work like any other adult person that's scared to take a sick leave.
Your stomach grumbles a little, notifying you of hunger considering you haven't eaten much today and you weren't exactly hungry, until now. Seeing Jungkook has been locked in his office ever since you came, you decide to knock on his door after all.
Fist in the air to knock and brows furrow, you hear another voice that definitely isn't coming from the phone and you realize Jungkook has someone in there. It is weird because he has never mentioned anything about visitors but you don't pay too much attention to it, since he can invite whoever he wants to his home. You just wonder how you could have not noticed the extra pair of shoes in the entry that doesn't belong to you or Jungkook.
Knocking, you hear Jungkook let out a response with a short "Yeah?" causing you to open the door to find two pairs of eyes already staring at you. Even through your confusion at the sight of another woman sitting right next to Jungkook behind his desk, you greet both of them as they greet you back.
"Hey, how is it going?" you ask, smiling at the young woman that seems to be familiar but there is barely enough time for you to think about when you have seen her before.
"Good, I'm just showing Ester my recent works," Jungkook answers happily, grinning at Ester who gives him a shy smile and seems to be a little surprised by your sudden appearance. "Oh, you met her before, you remember? In the club?"
Ah, that's where you know her from. She's the woman Taehyung was trying to introduce to Jungkook which turned out to actually happen. According to the words he said to you that night, he just wanted Jungkook to meet someone and talk to someone new.
Turns out they have more in common since she's a photographer too, which would probably explain why she's here and they're both looking at Jungkook's work on his computer.
"Ah, yes, hi! It's good to see you again," you tell her with a smile, still unsure of her presence but you have no reason to be impolite.
She's pretty just like you remember her being that night. Well, she definitely wears less make-up and you get to see her features more clearly, since you're out of the darkness of the club where you saw her the last time. The same could be said to you because even if you weren't putting the best effort in your appearance that night, your face is make-up free and you are wearing baggy clothes right now. Still, she definitely looks more presentable than you at the moment.
"Y/N, right?" she asks and you nod, "It's good to see you again." she says back, returning the polite smile as you look back at Jungkook which catches his attention since you're reminded why you're here.
"I was just about to order some food, I'm not in the mood to cook tonight. Do you guys want something?" you ask, well both of them since Ester is here and it would be impolite not to include her.
It seems like Jungkook took care of her since there's a bowl of snacks on the desk and he must've offered her a drink too. Your can of sprite to be exact but it's not like it matters.
"Oh, no, thank you! I'm leaving actually," Ester informs you, glancing at Jungkook as they look at each other until he glances back at you.
"Sure, I'll just have the same you order for yourself," Jungkook tells you, "Thanks."
You nod, feeling like it's a fried wings type of night knowing what order Jungkook would choose anyway. You excuse yourself, giving them one final smile before you close the door and leave them up to their business.
By the time you order the food and make yourself comfortable on Jungkook's couch, cuddled up with a blanket that's wrapped around your body, the door of Jungkook's office opens.
"...like I said, it's nothing to be stressed about. I've seen your work and I wouldn't recommend you if I didn't believe in you. You'll do great..." You hear Jungkook, Ester nodding at him with a smile that shows gratitude.
She bids you a goodbye once she notices you on the couch and the sounds coming from the television. You sit upright, waving at her and saying goodbye to her, ignoring the sharp pain in your lower stomach. You hear their muffled voices for a minute or two until the front door is closed.
Pressing the heating pad on your stomach, you pray the food delivery will arrive soon so you can at least eat something before you go to sleep. Jungkook's feet paddle against the floor as he joins, the space next to you bending slightly under his bed.
"Did you order the food?" he asks lightly, checking what you're watching just to find you're binge-watching Harry Potter again which makes him mentally chuckle.
"Yeah, it should be here soon," you answer, voice muffled by the blanket as Jungkook frowns, noticing your state.
"You okay?"
"I just got my period," you tell him, glancing at him just to not be able to hold back the pout that makes it onto your lips.
"Aw," Jungkook lets out, "Did you take something?"
"Yeah, it got too uncomfortable," you answer, "Sometimes it's manageable but there is a month when it gets too much."
Jungkook nods, staring at you in a pity wishing he could do something for you but he knows there's nothing much he can do. So he just cuddles to you, slightly frightened you'll tell him to fuck off considering women are unpredictable when on their period, joining your warm space under the blanket.
He kisses you into your hair, hand placed over your stomach to already find the heating pad there.
"Do you need anything?" he asks, causing you to shake your head.
"No, thanks," you tell him quietly, "I already made myself a tea, took a painkiller and have my heating pad," you inform him which makes him nod. "But you could rub my tummy, if you're so willing to help." you tell him with a giggle across your shoulder which makes him laugh.
Never misses an opportunity for some good rubbing, Jungkook thinks as he shakes his head at you with a grin plastered on his lips, hand already pushing the heating pad away to caress your aching lower stomach.
You hum comfortably, the painkiller already starting to work as the intervals of your cramps mitigate slowly.
"How was your day?" Jungkook asks quietly beside you, head resting against one of the cushions as he watches the movie with you.
"You're not going to believe it but Yoongi actually apologized to me today," you share the news excitedly with him, Jungkook rolling his eyes at the mention of the annoying man just right when you lay on your back, motioning for Jungkook to continue with his caressing. "And he bought me a croissant for lunch."
"You didn't eat lunch?" Jungkook frowns, your turn to roll your eyes at him.
"Wasn't hungry that much," you mutter, feeling as if you're about to get scolded by your parents but Jungkook just sighs. "Anyways, he did apologize in his style but I was so shocked that he did."
"He had a reason to apologize," Jungkook says and you nod, shrugging.
"Yeah, well, he never apologizes so I guess that's why I was so shocked."
"What a lovely man..." Jungkook says sarcastically, causing you to smack your lips as you raise your brow at him.
So you share everything that's been said between you and him, not forgetting to point out he actually admitted that it wasn't any of his business and that he crossed a line. Jungkook just nods, not really giving you any verbal response even though the clear annoyance of topic 'Yoongi' is very much visible. Ending this topic of conversation, you ask him about his day and even though you don't voice it out, Jungkook sees your curiosity of Ester's sudden presence in his home.
"I was editing the entire day, made some bookings and things like that," Jungkook tells you, "I invited Ester because... you remember when I told you about Junho offering me the job?"
You nod.
"Yeah, well he was looking for another person and Ester came to my mind. We followed each other the night we met at the club. She finished college two years ago and has been trying to start her own business, but she's still pretty new at it but she's really good at what she's doing. I get the feeling she's very insecure about her work and it's sad because she really is talented. So I asked her if she would be interested in working with me on the project in your company. She's been struggling financially as well, from what I've understood and I know how hard it is to start. I had no one to explain things to me or help me, it sucks when you have no one. So I offered to help." Jungkook explains, telling you how the two of them actually met again.
"That's sweet of you, Kook," you tell him genuinely, smiling at your friend that just shrugs as if it was nothing. "Show me her Insta." you propose, so he momentarily stops rubbing your stomach to pull out the phone out of his pants.
With one hand, he opens the app and hands you the phone to check her account.
There aren't that many pictures of her, most of them just of nature and animals but there are some people that look like her friends. In one or two she's in them as well but there are no solo shots of her, which to be honest you'd expect the opposite because she looks photogenic.
"Wow, she really is good." you hum as Jungkook silently agrees, tossing his phone next to him once you hand him the device.
"We just showed more of our stuff to each other and I kinda explained to her what the project is about, what her role is going to be in it. I mean, Junho said he'll tell me more details soon so it's not like I know everything about it."
"Yeah, there isn't much information or further details yet. At least nothing you already don't know," you inform him, knowing the further details should be discussed this week. "I'll look into it tomorrow, it's supposed to happen in two months and we don't have much time to organize everything."
All of you in the company have to make sure everything is planned and settled. Two months might seem like a long time but it really is not. You have to have everything planned for the next big meeting which should happen with Mr. Huang who's going to be present through a video call, so you can present it to him and make sure everything is up to date.
Glancing at Jungkook, you find him staring at you with a mischievous smirk which makes you laugh in confusion.
"What are you staring at?"
"You're kinda hot when you talk business,"
You burst in laughter, ignoring the little butterflies his compliment caused.
"Shut up," you scold him, interrupted with a buzzing notification from your phone. "The food's here."
But Jungkook is already standing up, getting the food and coming back quickly with the delicious smell of fried wings and fries which makes you almost moan. You dig right in, stuffing your face until you're too full to continue but Jungkook assures you he'll gladly finish the food.
When you mention and tease him about his diet, all he gives you in response is a great view of his tattooed middle finger.
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You can't believe your desperation.
With the absence of Jungkook for the past couple of days, the only time you got to properly talk to him were the evenings whenever you'd watch a one episode of some show, you realize that you got slightly needy.
Maybe it's the fact that Jungkook has been barely home, working on his own projects to the point he couldn't join you in mini-golfing with Jimin and Taehyung last weekend, which was the only time you've hung out ever since you moved into Jungkook's place. It's not his fault and you completely understand that.
If he's home, he's usually back in his office working again and you could clearly see how exhausted and busy he has been. Work isn't the only thing that occupies his free time. He makes sure to go to the gym to keep himself sane, which you understand, because you've your own routine to do whenever you come back home after a busy day. A lot less productive than Jungkook working out for two full hours.
You still have time to talk about your day but the true absence which makes you desperate is Jungkook's touch. It sounds silly and you think of it this way because you're not ready to have sex every day. But you're not going to lie – your period ended and you kind of expected something to happen, whether it was a way to make each other feel good after an exhausting day or just simply using the fact you're hooking up.
The truth is that nothing happened which again, you actually understand because Jungkook seems to be too busy and his head is in other places.
You obviously couldn't have sex while you were on your period, at least it's not something you wanted to brought up to the table. But after your period ended, things just stayed the same. Busy and absent.
It's got to be your hormones, you're sure of it. Because at first you were fine with not having sex at every opportunity, even if there weren't that many to begin with.
But Jungkook would just do his own thing and so would you. Sleeping next to him being shirtless definitely hasn't been helping. Or the sight of him coming out of the shower with nothing but a towel wrapped lowly on his hips.
Anyway, the lack of Jungkook's touch or him showing any interest in you made you want to stomp like a little kid. It's true Jungkook is usually the one to initiate sex or anything intimate. The only time you actually initiated something was when you were tipsy.
Shortly said, you grew tired after a week of nothing happening and it's been only recently that you've started to feel sexually frustrated. And the memories of Jungkook innocently brushing his hand past your lower back in the mornings whenever you'd meet in the kitchen before your work has definitely sparked the flame of desperation and horniness. Or the fresh scent of him whenever he'd come out of the shower, hair still wet and skin glistening.... Fuck.
You've heard him playing a video game when you brought him the cinnamon rolls you've baked today – a poor attempt at trying to distract yourself. Honestly, it's not that dramatic but he's not working anymore and you kind of salivate at the thought of his dick. Plus, the last time you had sex was when you were attending your company's party together – the simply memory of that is giving you butterflies.
Walking into his office and being met with gun shooting sounds, you find him in the same position as you've last seen him with the only difference of an empty plate on the desk.
Shamelessly, you stand behind his chair and sneak your arms down his chest, chin resting on top of his head as you stare at the game. He barely pays you attention, cursing under his breath when he misses the shot but shows his great gaming skills when he manages to kill the other character.
His hair smells nice of his shampoo, looking fluffy and wild considering there's no hair-tie that holds it in place this time. His chest feels hard under your touch, your hands itching to touch him some more but clearly, your presence isn't important right now because Jungkook's big eyes stay glued on the screen.
"Kook," you whine, "How long are you going to play this game?"
"Why?" Jungkook murmurs, cursing right before a triumphal "Ha!" startles you.
"I'm bored," you tell him, standing straight as you keep your arms next to your body, slowly walking around the chair to lean against his desk to face him.
But no response is heard from the man in front of you, who's too immersed in that stupid game of his which makes you purse your lips in annoyance. He's making this very hard and while you're trying to do things in a subtle way, you're not sure how long you'll be capable of doing that.
You groan silently, poking your head in Jungkook's direction which makes him frown. "Y/N!" he scolds you loudly, whining when you're covering most of his screen.
"Jungkook we've barely been hanging out lately," you whine, fully realizing you sound like a bratty child but who cares. Jungkook clearly doesn't as he hums, making you wonder if he's even listening to you. "Can we hang out?"
"What do you want to do?" he asks mindlessly, pressing the keyboard's button repeatedly.
"I don't know...." you mutter, pouting as you slightly rock on your heels, whining loudly when Jungkook totally ignores you once again.
So you stand in front of him, earning a fit of complaints right away. This way Jungkook finally looks at you, frowning with a pout on his own lips before he grabs your waist and tries to pull you away. "It's the final round! Babe, come on! I'm gonna do everything you want later, just let me finish this!" he says too quickly, probably not even realizing what the stupid petname caused to your burning flame of desire between your thighs.
Sighing, you move to let him finish the stupid game while the loud sigh of relief resounds from him once he notices he luckily hasn't been killed yet.
So you stand there, looking grumpy as ever while you listen to constant keyboard smashing and clicking caused by Jungkook's quick fingers.
Three minutes later, when you're debating to leave because this is ridiculous, Jungkook finally smacks his hands in one quick and hard clap, showing his smug joy of winning. He leans back against the chair, stretching his neck before he finally gives you the attention you've been desperately trying to get.
"What's up?"
You scoff, laughing at the absurdity of this situation.
That catches Jungkook's attention and his eyes slightly widen in surprise and confusion, hands reaching for your hips as he brings you closer to him and you let him. Pulling you to his lap, you sit on his thighs with heart picking up pace with each second you're closer to him.
"Is there a reason why you're being this needy?" he chuckles, cocking his head to the side slightly.
You're not sure what possesses you but suddenly his gaze seems too much, so you lean your head against the crook of his neck, using the fact he can't see your face this way.
"I'm just bored," you murmur, feeling his hand on your hip as he squeezes it.
You don't see him poking his tongue into the inside of his cheek, a knowing smirk on his lips as he hums against you. You're never this needy and you wouldn't come here just because you're bored. You'd scold him or do anything else rather than having that look in your eyes. You probably don't know how easy it is to read you.
Jungkook didn't realize the reason for you coming here, not until you just stood by with a weird look on your face, clearly preventing yourself from either saying or doing something. So he has taken the chance to touch you and bring you closer to him. And what did you do? Listened to him like an obeyed puppy and that's when he knew.
"Just bored, huh?" Jungkook chuckles again, trying his best not to laugh at the way you cling to him like a little child, sitting on his lap like it's the best place to sit in. "You sure there's nothing else?"
And that's when you groan, throwing your head back for a dramatic moment which causes Jungkook to laugh while his hand caresses your hip. "You know..." you simply tell him, causing him to snort.
"Of course, I know. It's not hard to tell you're horny,"
"Jungkook!" you whine, hiding your face into the crook of his face embarrassingly while he enjoys the embarrassment you're currently experiencing.
"What? Just say you want sex, babe, it's not a crime." he teases you, causing you to groan in response.
"Don't say it like that," you mutter, "It's the stupid hormones."
Jungkook hums in response, giving the side of your ass a small smack. "Okay, let me just play one round and I'll take care of you."
Face flushed, you groan both in annoyance and embarrassment. "Seriously? You've been playing this for hours."
"Let's not be dramatic, it's barely been an hour," Jungkook rolls his eyes playfully at you, "You gotta be patient."
"You're doing this on purpose," you comment, huffing a little. "Is game seriously more important than sex with me?"
Jungkook cackles, "God, you're so needy," he murmurs cheekily, "Of course it's not, but I want to play this final round. So be a good girl, either sit on my lap and watch or wait for me in the bedroom."
Ignoring the urge to press your thighs together, you wonder what possessed Jungkook to say things like this because that's certainly another side of Jungkook.
"Jeon, I'm so wet, you've no idea." you admit desperately, placing a kiss on his jaw as you slowly start kissing his neck – your secret weapon to make him pay more attention to you. He sits there, letting you kiss and occasionally suck onto his skin, not too much though since you don't want to leave any marks.
For a moment you actually feel bad considering now Jungkook finally has free time to do something for himself, other than hitting the gym and other things he does to occupy himself. But just like Jungkook called you, you're being needy and probably selfish as well because you don't care about his stupid game. And as you sneak your hand between your bodies, locating his crotch idea you make sure to squeeze the soft bulge that's in his sweatpants. Fuck, this man isn't wearing anything underneath and you quickly have to catch yourself from moaning out loud.
"Now you're playing dirty," Jungkook groans, letting you rub his bulge as you smirk against his neck.
"If you don't want me, it's okay just tell me." you murmur, stopping your movements for a second since you had the courage to even say out loud the possibility of him not wanting to have sex with you right now. Which surely would be okay because he's allowed not to want sex whenever you want and vice versa – you'd be just fucking embarassed if that's the case right now since you've stooped low by clearly showing him your neediness.
"You crazy?" Jungkook chuckles, "I always want you."
And he's not lying because his dick in your hold hardens even through the thin material of his sweatpants.
"Then fuck me, do something." you whine, ignoring how much wet it feels between your thighs by his shameless confession.
You're not sure if he really means it or said it just for your sake – but it doesn't matter. He's clearly getting hard.
"You know what?" Jungkook hums in a low tone, "Go grab a condom from my nightstand," he tells you, giving your ass another smack as you straighten, sparkles of excitement in your eyes as you meet his gaze.
He hides a grin, licking his bottom lip as his gaze momentarily falls onto your lips.
"Bring the toy as well."
You freeze, staring at him with wide eyes before you look around confusingly.
Yes, since there's not many of your things at your own apartment – you obviously took the box with the sex toy in it as well. You certainly weren't planning to leave it for the woman that's about to move in there. Not that Jungkook gave you a choice since he told you to not forget to bring it as well – which you would even without him telling you but the fact he reminded you of it made you feel even more excited.
"Bring it... here?"
"Just do as I say," Jungkook tells you, grinning when he notices you rolling your eyes at him but you obey.
Standing up, you walk out of the office to his bedroom, quickly opening the new package of condoms before you take out the single foil. Glancing at the box that's placed in the corner of the room, you bite your lower lip before you quickly pull out the sex toy too. You're not sure what Jungkook is planning but you trust him, knowing it'll be worth it. He hasn't fucked you in his office yet, so maybe that's what he wants right now. Although, you don't exactly understand where exactly he wants to have sex since there's still a bunch of your boxes and a disassembled bed taking most of the space.
Not burdening your mind with it, you quickly grab the things and make your way over there. Jungkook is already setting the new game for him and you stare, giving him a look as he motions you with his head to come closer. You do, setting things down to his desk as he sits back onto his chair again, eyeing you up and down.
You certainly don't look too attractive. Wearing leggings and one of his baggy shirts you found laying on the washing machine in the bathroom the other day, you can't say you look your hottest at the moment.
"Take off your leggings and panties," he tells you casually, causing you to almost choke as you look at him dumbfounded, but he cocks his brow at you in challenge.
"Is–"
"Just do it," he cuts you off, motioning with his hand for you to get to it.
You hate how many butterflies and sparks it gives you.
So you listen to him, taking off your clothes just like he told you to with his eyes on you the entire time. Panties and leggings tossed on the ground, you reach for your shirt but he cuts you off with a raspy tone.
"Leave the shirt on,"
Giving him a look, he ignores it and cocks his head at his evident growing bulge that makes you swallow dryly.
"Pull me out,"
You hesitate for a second but drop onto your knees the next one, already hooking your fingers under the hem of his sweatpants as he helps you to take it off. His hardening cock almost slaps you in the face as it stands upright, still slightly growing and hardening as you lick your lips unknowingly.
You're about to touch it, wanting to taste him again because it's been a while since you had him in your mouth, but Jungkook cuts you off before you can even get close to him.
"Stand up,"
You do, still watching him attentively while trying to figure out what's his plan.
"Get the condom,"
Your hands move embarrassingly too quickly, already ripping open the foil package as you're about to hand it to Jungkook, just for him to tell you to put it on. He notices the surprise flashing on your face but you're already moving to obey him, slowly and carefully sliding the condom down his length.
"Is it good?" you ask unsurely as Jungkook has watched the whole process of you putting it on.
He grabs his length, causing you to stand upright while the wetness is starting to become too uncomfortable to you. Watching him giving himself a few testing tugs makes you bite onto your lip harshly, shamelessly salivating at the sight even when Jungkook looks up at you finding you ogling him.
"Turn around and bend over,"
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
You do without any words, waiting for him to stand up or do something but surprisingly he stays in his spot, barely moving. You're about to look back at him to voice out your confusion when you suddenly feel his two fingers between your thighs, rubbing your pussy which makes you whimper.
"Fuck, you really are wet," Jungkook says in amazement, rubbing your clit and folds for a good minute as you grind into his hand.
The second he pulls away you're ready to cry out, eager for him to continue because you get a feeling you'd be able to cum just by him rubbing you. That's how desperate you are.
But before you could make any sound of disapproval, Jungkook licks his two fingers by putting them into his mouth, just in the right time for you to see as you look across your shoulder.
And then he puts them out, wiping the saliva onto his shirt as he pats his lap.
"Come sit on it," He wants you, what? Before you can properly show your shock, he's gently grabbing you by your hips and pulling you into his lap. "Come on," he prompts you with a light but raspy tone.
Glancing again across your shoulder to make sure this position could actually work, you find Jungkook gripping his length with one hand while the other stays on your hip, gently guiding you onto his lap.
The moment you feel his tip grazing over your hole, you gasp and press your thighs together. You still don't fully sit on him, hands gripping the arm rests of his chair to keep yourself balanced. The position will clearly make it harder for him to enter you and as if Jungkook could hear your thoughts, his deep and raspy voice reaches your ears.
"Spread your legs a little,"
It's kind of an awkward position with your ass in the air and legs slightly spread, you don't get the time to dwell on how it must look because Jungkook pushes his tip inside of you, making you gasp in an instant. Brows pinched together, you almost fall back on him at the pressure of his length slowly entering you. When Jungkook's tip is safely inside of you, spreading you for his hard cock, his hand reaches between your thighs as he locates your clit, giving it a few slow circles to help you relax.
Hand on your hip slowly pulling you down on his lap, you also put some pressure as you carefully start sitting down on him, moaning when you can feel him inside of you as he stretches you. Your wetness provides enough lube not to make this unnecessarily painful and even though the stretch is tight and it burns, you love every second of it. You hear Jungkook sigh in pleasure once you press your thighs together like before. He feels your walls tightening but he mostly focuses on you, making sure this position isn't hurting you. He hasn't stretched you out after all and there has not been any foreplay. Just you and your needy cunt.
Moments later and you finally fully sit down, whimpering when your ass meets his pubic bone as his length is fully nestled inside of you. Your back automatically meets his chest, head thrown back as you're trying to make yourself relax but it's hard when your walls clench around him, trying to get used to him inside of you.
"You did great," he mutters, lips placed on your temple for a short second. "Now sit back and wait."
What?
Eyes instantly open, you're met with a sight of the ceiling before you tilt your head towards him, already finding him staring back at the computer screen as he pushes the chair closer to the desk.
"What?" you mutter in confusion, still trying to get out of your already fucked out state.
"You heard me," he tells you, barely giving you a glance as he starts a new game causing your jaw to drop in disbelief. "Have you ever heard of cockwarming?"
"You can't be serious," you scoff.
Of course, you know what that is. You did wonder about it before but it has never been on your mind with Jungkook. Not with him when whenever you were about to had sex, you were too eager to feel him. You just don't think you're the right person for this since you lack patience. Cockwarming sounds like a torture.
"It's a compromise," he tells you, trying to hide the amused tilt to his tone.
You're speechless, trying to wrap your head around what is happening as Jungkook happily goes back to his game as the sounds of it start to play from the speakers.
"Jungkook," you whine not even a minute later, finally feeling the familiar burn of pleasure that comes back and is nowhere near satisfied.
You need at least some kind of friction. You clench around his length unwillingly, your body asking for more as your name leaves Jungkook's mouth in a low and warning tone.
"I can't do this, don't do this to me." you whine, throwing your head back again to lean it against his shoulder as he quietly chuckles under his breath. This bastard...
"Spread your legs you brat," Jungkook tells you through his clenched teeth, hands still skillfully playing the game as he shoots other players. You do as you're told, spreading your legs. "Now bring them up."
Ah... you know what he means, so you bring your legs up which isn't completely comfortable either since your muscles protest a little bit – you, doing the bare minimum for your body in the form of basic stretching or exercising.
The cold air hits your crotch right away and you shiver, not because of the sudden breeze but the fact you're stuffed full with Jungkook's cock. Your knees hinder a little bit since his arms are outstretched to play with the keyboard and mouse, but somehow it's not as bad and he is able to play even with your knees up.
Jungkook continues to play the game as if none of this is happening in the first place, making you mentally scoff in disbelief at this man and his self restraint. His hands are busy, not where you want them to be for sure, so there's not a chance he'll do anything at this point.
So you clench around him, grinding your hips a little which earns you a disapproving grunt in return.
"Kook," you moan, shamelessly grinding with his cock inside of you because you definitely won't just sit there and go through this torture.
"Grab the toy," he orders all of a sudden, causing you to stop your shameless grinding as you glance at the toy. "Do it." he says with a firm tone when you take a moment to react.
Thinking he has a plan, you listen to him and grab the sex toy he has so kindly gifted you. To be honest, whenever you'd use it alone it didn't bring you such pleasure as you wanted. But when you use it with Jungkook, that's a whole nother story.
You're not sure what to do with it, having a tight grip of the cock-shaped toy makes your cheeks feel hot for some reason. But luckily, Jungkook is here to guide you.
"Turn it on,"
"Turn it on?"
"For fucks sake, just do it babe," Jungkook grumbles through clenched teeth, your heart picking up its pace at the word again.
You turn it on, the sex toy coming to life as it starts vibrating in your hand. Your whole hand buzzes and your face gets flushed, your eyes glancing at Jungkook's side profile as you find him staring at the screen with a clenched jaw.
He takes his chances, pulling his left hand off the keyboard just to adjust and make you grip the sex toy the opposite way. He leads your hand between your legs, pressing the buzzing and vibrating device against your clit which makes you arch your back immediately, a loud gasp resounding from your open mouth.
"Fuck, holy shit this feels good," you gasp, Jungkook's hand leaving yours as you want nothing but whine at the loss of touch. It's funny because his cock is still inside of you, fully erected and ready, but you still yearn for more touch. Somehow, it feels like he's not touching you enough.
"Yeah?" Jungkook asks breathlessly, feeling you repeatedly clench as the toy brings you another wave of pleasure. "Make yourself cum then."
And you do because this is the only way to do that for now. Your body moves naturally, still looking for some kind of friction as you grind, wanting to feel Jungkook's cock moving, but you're immediately scolded and warned by Jungkook. He really expects you to just sit on his cock?
You're beyond annoyed and frustrated, hating how restricted you currently feel but weirdly enough, the whole situation is so fucking hot and something you've never done or experienced before. And the fact that Jungkook looks so hot and he barely does anything. You imagine how your connection must look right now and you wish Jungkook had a mirror nearby, so you could see it with your own eyes. You're so full of him, desperate for him to thrust inside you like he always does. Desperate for him to deliver a few slaps on your ass, gripping your hips tightly as you can hear the sinful sounds of your body meeting his one.
You really like to torture yourself but the simple thoughts that can be also considered as memories make you feel even more hot, your whole body already burning with desire. You wish you wouldn't be gripping the armrest with your right hand, so you could grab your breast and squeeze it like Jungkook does. But you're too scared to move much, scared to lose the unbelievable pleasure that flows through your whole body.
You circle the toy against your clit, moaning a set of curses while Jungkook's breath gets hitched every now and then but besides that, he barely reacts.
Growing more desperate, you feel the familiar knot that suddenly snaps and before you know it, you're already cumming around Jungkook's cock with the sex toy still pressed against your swollen clit. Riding yourself off the orgasm, the toy slips from your hand and hits the floor with an audible thud, your whole body relaxing as it keeps clenching around Jungkook's cock for a few more moments until you're completely satisfied.
Too fucked out, you flinch once Jungkook abandons the game and sneaks his hand between your thighs to rub his fingers over your pussy, right around where he's nestled inside you to find you swollen and wet.
"Fuck," he simply mutters, rubbing you as you whimper and moan at the same time.
"I can't believe you just made me do that," you admit breathlessly, tilting your head towards Jungkook as he looks at you with a smirk, moisturizing his bottom lip with a tip of his tongue.
He shifts on his spot, his length poking you on a weird spot inside you that makes you whimper.
"Ow,"
"Sorry," he apologizes right away, patting your sides to get you off him. He helps you, holding you by your hips as you're trying to stand up on your wobbly legs.
Using his desk for support, you lean against it as you face Jungkook, noticing how wet and coated the condom is with your cum.
"What a mess," Jungkook teases, glancing up at you with mischievous eyes but your eyes are too focused on the treasure between his legs.
Dropping down on your knees, ignoring how they hurt from the impact, you give Jungkook a glance and cock your head towards him.
"Take the condom off," you tell him, watching how dark his eyes suddenly turn as he understands you immediately.
He does slide it off, debating for a second where to put it and you snort, causing him to roll his eyes at you before he tosses it carelessly on the ground, but not before he rolls it over so the wet part is inside. He wipes the wet fingers against his shirt just as you settle more comfortably between his legs and wrap your hand around him.
He sighs in content, leaning his head back as he lets you do your own thing.
You lick him, kiss his tip, suck on it as you truly cherish the pleasure you're giving him. He groans here and there, making soft but audible sounds which makes you satisfied because Jungkook isn't the type to scream his lungs out. He sounds so hot with the deep and raspy groans, occasional sighs as he lets you unknowingly know that you're doing a good job.
He's in his own world, grunting once you finally wrap your mouth around him and try to take as much as you can of his hard length. You dribble down his length, your saliva sliding down the hard and veiny skin, down to his balls. You suck him off, growing accustomed to a one rhythm while your other hand pressed against his balls, rubbing them which makes him almost shoot out of his place.
You've never been so bold with anyone but Jungkook always livens up another version of you. Version that even you didn't know about. Or maybe it's the fact how comfortable you feel to do all of these things with him.
You've noticed how Jungkook likes to be touched there, it's like his breaking point in every blowjob and you're happy, mentally cheering, at your own discovery.
Even though it has never been your favorite sexual act to do, Jungkook kind of changed that. You never liked to have a mouth full of dick, choking yourself for some air with a need to gag. In your teenage years, close to adult years, you always wondered how it'll feel like and to some extent, you never understood what's so special about it.
Yes, you still don't like to gag feeling like you'll throw up any second because – who likes that? But there's a certain kind of pleasure in giving pleasure to your partner. You also once thought the penis has to be the ugliest human and male part. But now you're salivating just at the sight of Jungkook's one.
You can't give Jungkook all the credit. Even when you started dating Haechan, you obviously experimented a lot because then you were very inexperienced. Your interest in blowjobs and different sexual acts grew. But only Jungkook sparked a new rush of interest. And maybe that's why he's so irresistible, maybe that's why you're willing to play with fire if it means having a mindblowing sex life.
"You close?" you ask breathlessly, a trail of saliva connecting you to his cock as he breathes out at the sight. His tensed thighs and rushed breaths give you a clue he might be.
"Yeah, shit," he answers, watching you through the hooded eyes. "Where can I cum?"
"Whenever you want," you answer immediately, Jungkook biting harshly onto his lower lip as he quickly searches your face while your hand works on his length, pumping it and squeezing it.
"Fuck, take your shirt off," he demands, your eyes widening a little as they spark with a new found interest.
Jungkook's tone is urged and rushed, causing you to act quickly as you momentarily let go of his cock and pull the shirt over your head, exposing your naked breasts to him.
"Fuck, you're a goddess," Jungkook curses, your whole chest and stomach clenching with butterflies and you can't help but smile at the praise and compliment.
And then your lips curl into a tiny smirk, your mouth sucking on his tip that makes him groan loudly, head thrown back once again with his eyes shut. You bop your head again, trying to take all of him which is almost impossible but you still try your best, always retrieving when you feel as gagging.
"Gonna cum on your tits, okay?" Jungkook manages to let out, voice groggy and you hum a soft "Mhm" around him, and he swears he's about to see stars.
A few more pumps and seconds of the warmness of your mouth, he informs you he's cumming so you pull away, his hand replacing yours as he quickly jerks himself off. You watch with dark but attentive eyes that makes Jungkook think how cute you look, kneeling on the floor completely naked waiting for him to paint your skin with his cum. And that's his breaking point, his cum shooting straight onto your chest, some of it getting on your neck.
The warm white liquid paints your skin, his hand working on his length as he jerks himself through the orgasm. A small amount still spurts out of his tip but in a slower manner, coating your nipples as his cum drips down your chest.
You look down at it, breath hitching at the sight of his cum on your skin. Fuck, this is so hot. But then Jungkook does something that makes you salivate. He takes his dick and guides it towards your chest, smearing the cum over your breasts as his cock starts softening. Once he's done he looks smug as fuck, smirking with hooded eyes and hair falling into his face.
You stand up, just for Jungkook catching you and pulling you towards him. He pushes you closer to him causing you to bend down slightly as you're baffled about what he is about to do. But then he licks a long stripe between the valley of your breasts, tasting his own cum. And as he pulls away, he gives you a cocky grin which makes your breath hitch.
Next second you know, his hands are on your ass cheeks as he spreads them open, chuckling a little at your completely speechless expression. And then, delivering a gentle slap to one of your ass cheeks, he licks his wet lips.
"You already know what to do."
Turning on your heel, you rush to the bathroom to take a shower to clean off Jungkook's drying cum. Little do you know Jungkook watches you as you walk out of his bathroom, biting into his lip at the sight of your naked figure.
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sleepypanda27 · 2 months ago
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Quarter past midnight
Bucky x reader
Summary: Bucky proves that he knows one or two things about romance.
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It is a quiet Sunday afternoon at the Avenger compound. Everyone's doing their own thing. You're comfortably nestled on the couch in the living room, watching a romantic comedy.
Meanwhile, Bucky is pretending that he's doing something in the same room to watch the movie with you. He pretends he doesn't like these kinds of movies, but secretly he loves them.
A couple of times you had offered him to sit down and just watch the movie, but he politely declined.
There's a passionate making out on the screen. The first big kiss for the couple. You let out an audible huff.
"What?" Bucky chuckled, standing somewhere beside you. You hadn't even noticed he had moved.
"Uhh, I just want someone to kiss me like that." You sulked, looking up at him.
"Like that?" Bucky frowned. "It looks like he's eating her face."
"You just don't understand romance." You chuckled.
"I-?" He couldn't believe you said that. "I don't understand romance? Doll…I'm better at it than these corny movies you're watching."
"Yeah?" You questioned his statement. "Then prove it." You challenged.
"How do you want me to prove it?" He frowned even more.
"Tell me, how would you confess your love." You crossed your arms and sat back, waiting for his answer.
"Well…" He thought a little, rubbing his scruffy chin. "I would take my love interest to a restaurant, bring flowers, and say some pretty and sweet words. Maybe there would be some dancing involved. And after that the big kiss and confession in love." He said with a confident smile.
"That sounds…so cheesy." You chuckled.
"What??" He cried out as if you had just shattered his world and hurt his soul.
"That's a bit much." You crinkled your nose.
"Wow, words hurt ya know." Bucky acted offended.
"It is what it is." You shrugged and went back to watching the movie without noticing Bucky's longing gaze at you.
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"Whatcha doing here so late?" Bucky quietly asked emerging from the dark.
"Oh my god!" You jumped, turning around and closing the fridge door. "You scared me." Smiling, you sat at the counter, opened the water bottle, and drank from it. "I was thirsty. And what are you doing here so late?" you asked a little flirtingly since the two of you were all alone and wanted to tease him a bit.
"Same." He slowly walked to you, stopping right in front of you. His eyes were dark and intense. You could feel his minty breath. Taking the bottle from your hands, he softly brushed your fingers, and he drank the water without losing eye contact. As he closed the bottle he licked his lips. Smirking he gave it back to you. "I was thirsty." He said with a hint of dark desire behind his blues, you noticed in the pale moonlight that shone through the big windows. You had a feeling, he wasn't thirsty just for water, and your heart started beating faster.
"About what you said the other day…" He started with his signature one-sided smile dancing on his lips.
"Yeah…" You encouraged him to talk, leaning a bit closer to him, trying to see his features better.
"I guess, I would do it a bit differently…" He lightly bit his bottom lip. "I would find the right moment…" Softly, barely touching, he placed his hands on your knees and moved them higher up your thighs.
"Aha.." You almost moaned, losing yourself in his dreamy eyes.
"I would just do it." He said as he tangled his fingers in your hair, holding the back of your head, and kissed you. While his other hand moved under your thigh bringing your whole body closer to him. You grabbed his shirt trying to pull him even closer. The kiss was intoxicating, to say the least.
"Well, what's the verdict, judge romance?" Bucky whispered, still holding you in his arms. Breathless and craving more. His ocean-blue eyes looked into yours, causing butterflies in your stomach to go crazy. "Was this how you wanted it?"
"Yes." You smiled, blushing. "This was even better."
"Good." The corners of his lips tugged into a smile. "I hope we can do it again sometime."
"Definitely." You kissed him again, deciding you didn't want to wait another time.
"Is this the part where I declare my love for you?" He smiled playing with your hair.
"Only if you mean it" You chuckled.
And he did.
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sh1-n0bu · 2 years ago
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This anon know what is good, i guess i never make a ask so i'm doing now. Can u do that concept with any character (and mc of course) , may a hybrid? Idk, sorry if is confuse, a lil nsfw maybe?
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✿ 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 ✿
characters: cat!6reeze x nb!reader
warnings: fluff!!!! fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff! also modern au!
notes: wanted to take a break from writing smut and take inspiration from my own fluffy bby for this one. also @junerixi , simping for only one☝️anemo boy is an illness. i hope you recover soon😚 honkai:star rail ver can be read here!
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oh gods
a menace
a complete menace i say
you know that thing cats do? when they just keep a direct eye contact with you as their little fluffy paw slowly pushes your potted plant or a cup full of drink to the edge of the table while you watch hopelessly bc your hands are dirty or busy doing smt?
yeah, it’s the 5th time the flower shop owner is seeing you this week and your wallet is crying
it’s almost as if you two were sworn enemies in your past life and scaranya is out for blood
doesn’t have that much of a zoomie episodes but when he does oh boy
you better retreat into a safe place but even then you’re not safe from scaranya’s terrifying zoomie powers
he’s literally running and jumping around everywhere
the table, on top of the fridge, the curtains, on top of the washing machine, your little bookshelf - everywhere
scaranya is such a little shit (affectionately)
his preferred way of waking you up is faking puking noises and when you throw your covers off and literally zoom into the living room, he gives you a look as if saying “finally awake, you silly human slave”
sometimes he even jumps on top of your chest harshly but that’s only used if you’re oversleeping with your alarm clock snoozed for the past 20 minutes and you’re running late to work
despises baths with a burning passion
if you’re taking him anywhere a large body of water is, he’s trashing around, kicking, hissing, biting, scratching - the whole pack
after a successful bathing time, with added new scratch marks on yourself, he would not approach you until you fall asleep
after you have fell asleep, he would quietly approach your sleeping figure and give small, shy licks to the angry red scratches he caused as if apologizing for being so aggressive
hates rainy days too, especially the ones with thunder and lightning
jumps up 5 ft into the air if a thunder strikes and runs into your lap, shaking small body curling into himself with all of his cockiness and pride out the window
scaranya appreciates you greatly but he’s just a bit too bad at communicating and so he shows his affection by lapping up the scratches he gave you
“scaranya, aren’t you gonna go out to the back garden and play with the rest? it’s nice outside today”
hmph! what do you mean by play with the rest of the cats? he’s a royal! he’s superior! scaranya has never heard of such bullshit befor- oh! a bird! must. catch!
scaranya and miao gets into fights sometimes and whenever you separate them, scaranya goes to sulk in the corner of the house silently
until you go over to him with a sigh and pick him up gently, he doesn’t even resist - just choosing to simply curl his tail around your wrist
a solid 9/10 kitty if he would just stop being a tsundere
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miao acts more like a guard dog than a cat sometimes
the smallest out of all the kitties yet also the strongest one. honestly the sheer amount of times miao has taken down a wild dog 10 times his size just keeps giving you more and more heart attack
doesn’t get zoomies, if anything he stops the other kitties’ zoomies if they go a bit too far - which most of the times escalate into scaranya and miao fighting
cleanse the land house through slaughter bug hunting
a sweet baby
miao’s preferred way of waking you up is to silently sit on your side of the bed and stare until you get that feeling of being watched and wake up to 2 piercing yellow eyes just staring holes into your soul
yes, you have yelled and fell off of your bed many times due to that
you found little miao at a dark alleyway, covered in blood and barely on the brink of death with his tiny paws twitching constantly
grew up malnourished on the streets with his 4 siblings dying out one by one, so due to that miao’s body is very small and he’s extremely territorial with you - his one and only sweet human
always leaves his scent on you by rubbing his head around your ankles
miao is indifferent when it comes to taking a bath, unlike scaranya, and he can be very obedient as well
when rubbing soap into his legs and washing his paws he would stretch out his limbs to make it easier for you to wash him - anything to lessen the load of his favorite human
he also seems to like your co-worker, zhongli a lot
one time you came home with zhongli due to a deadline of a great project coming closer and upon seeing him, miao immediately jumped into his lap, purring lowly, rubbing his head on zhongli’s hand
yes your heart broke at the betrayal and yes miao apologized with a dead rat in his mouth
but if it’s any other guests you’re bringing home, then miao would either get on top of the fridge and simply watch or hiss at the guest
oddly likes being in high places
one time, you made him a small necklace-collar thingy out of a few pearls and he wears that with pride, chest puffed out (a replica of his necklace)
loves sleeping on the lower parts of your bed at night. it’s soft, fluffy and he can keep an eye on you and keep you safe so it’s a win-win in miao’s book
“miao-miao, do you wanna come with me to the back garden to pick up the tomatoes?”
before you can even finish your question he’s already at the back door, staring at you expectantly with his tail thumping slowly against the floorboards
thanks to miao and kazunya your house will never get any bugs, roaches or mouses inside
if feeling incredibly vulnerable and soft, miao paws at your arm to ask for pets bc he just needs the comfort of his favorite human
literally a 9/10 kitty if he would just change his way of waking you up
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heinya is another little shit (affectionately)
he likes to cause trouble and drama here and there
also really enjoys spilling tea to you
it doesn’t matter if you’re waking up and is still groggy or just coming in through the front door, back from work - heinya is spilling all the drama of the shows he watched on the tv while you were away or the different birds he saw through the window - meowing away at you excitedly
another helpful hand
if you’re coming back from grocery shopping then heinya can take some of the smallest and lightest bagged things and dragging them to the kitchen alongside miao, kazunya and nyaether
heinya’s preferred way of waking you up is to make biscuits - you know that cute thing cats do with their paws squishing at their favorite spot over and over - on your stomach or lower back or! he just meows besides your ear over and over until you eventually wake up
the perfect alarm - heinya
he’s such a sweet baby
and heinya really likes watching real life crime documentaries for some reason
at first when you found this out, you couldn’t help but think heinya is going to murder you in your sleep but soon you realized he just loves crime related things
and bc he like crime related things, you bought heinya a cute spy glass shaped squeaky toy
when getting the zoomies, heinya decides to bite and kick at the spy glass shaped squeaky toy - making the toy let out squeaks at every little kick
heinya enjoys spending time outdoors, sniffing at the different scents wafting in the air, tracking down all different sorts of footsteps and paw marks with great interest - you sometimes wonder if heinya was a detective in his past life
loves to bring you all sorts of interesting things he found - an old ripped part of a newspaper article, a weirdly shaped leaf, a flower he has never seen before, a half bitten chicken still warm - wait where’d he get this?
loves to sleep using your hand as a pillow my cat does that to me so rip bc you have been captured by the amazing detective heinya and you won’t be moving for hours on end, let’s hope you had a nice snack and a toilet break beforehand
chose to wear the smooth, black satin you tied around his neck as a collar - either bc he loves to wear soft things or he just loves it bc you gave it to him
heinya is an incredibly affectionate kitty, always meowing for you for pets, cuddles and perhaps his favorite soft wet food? he’s been really good!
doesn’t really mind taking baths as well, if anything he uses this opportunity to shake bubbles everywhere!
for some reason, also loves to groom your hand. maybe it’s just something your kitties all share?
overall another solid 9/10 kitty, if you don’t mind being splashed with water and bubbles while bathing him
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kazunya, me beloved
literally an angel, how could you ever be mad at him even as he took a whole bite out of your potted plants’ leaf?
another kitty that loves staying in high places like miao and stay outdoors like heinya
joins miao on his duty to cleanse the land house through slaughter bug hunting from time to time
a lazy, sweetheart of a cat that loves to sleep on warm places and the sunlight - you literally had to buy a window sling just for him to nap under the sunlight
another helpful hand!
will drag the lightest and smallest bagged things to the kitchen whenever you come back from grocery shopping - more so if it’s cat food
isn’t a picky eater but sometimes, just sometimes, prefers food with fish in it’s ingredients
kazunya is mostly tasked to wake you up by the other kitties bc he’s the sweetest
wakes you up by purring and snuggling with your face, neck, hands - anything just you in general
soon enough, the small fluff purring and cuddling you wakes you up and as a reward for waking up, kazunya gives you a small kiss - a lick to the tip of your nose - making you laugh
doesn’t meow a lot, only when he has to or if it’s an emergency such as the litter boxes not being cleaned, the food trays being empty etc
always gives you a kazunya kiss as a thank you
a gentle baby, even to the guests
whenever a guest comes over to your house, they always gush about the cute white cat with a small red streak in his fur
kazunya doesn’t get zoomies. even if he does it’s rare like only once a week
always grooms himself to keep himself clean, not to mention his white fur sparkling as well
surprisingly enjoys bath times, would even suggest you to bathe him by tugging on your sleeve then pointing to the bathroom with his fluffy paw!
however there’s just one thing that kazunya does that makes you shiver
it’s that he always, always! brings you dead animals or bugs. birds, rats, mouses, cockroaches, crickets - anything that he managed to hunt - he brings over to you with his tail swishing happily behind him
it’s considered a gift in cat language, you know that! but it’s just a bit dirty especially if he brings over different bugs. the rats, mouses and birds you can handle but the bugs brrr
one time, kazunya proudly brought you a dead wolf spider as you held back a tear and a screech, deciding to take his gift with a forced smile
you never recovered from that
a 10/10 kitty if he would just stop bringing you dead spide - kazunya is that a mf dead tarantula in your mouth?
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another best kitty!
a sweet kitty that never complains!
helpful, never complains, never picky with his food - a literal angel
however sometimes nyaeather disappears randomly, coming back after a day or so
he always seems to be searching for something - his twin - you soon found out, by registering him and getting his pet password
and so you decided to help him reunite with his twin by putting up posters, articles, news on the internet, tv, radio - anything to make nyaether happy
after a whole half year of dedication and endless search, nyaether’s twin was finally found!
turns out the person who adopted nyaether’s twin was your co-worker, dainsleif, the quiet and mysterious tall man
after talking to him about the situation of the twin kitties, you both have come to an agreement to let the kitties have a play date once a week
when the day of the first play date has arrived an someone knocked on your door, your kitties gave you a confused look
upon taking nyaether in your arms, you walked over to the front door before unlocking it and letting dainsleif inside. as the blond man placed down the catbag and opened it, from inside stepped out a cute, similarly blonde furred kitty with a baby blue colored collar
upon seeing the kitty, nyaether jumped out of your arms and tackled his twin. cuddling her and licking at her face with a teary eyes - you and your co-worker dainsleif couldn’t help but laugh at the adorable situation
since then nyaether had made a silent oath to always be beside you and be your best kitty! you have done a lot for him by helping him reunite with his twin - nyumine - so he would do anything in his power to lessen your load!
nyaether’s preferred way of waking you up is by giving a gentle meow beside your ear and give your cheek three kisses - repeat the process on the other side until you eventually giggle and wake up
another kitty that doesn’t mind taking baths! however he just prefers the water to have a bit of bubbles to soothe his nerves
likes to sleep in your arms since he has separation anxiety like scaranya - due to the incident with his twin
“nyaether, keep the others in check okay? i’m going out on a quick grocery shopping!”
“myaaa!”
such a sweet baby🥹
his meows are higher pitched and not full “meow” like kazunya or miao’s instead it’s a short “myaa!”
a solid 11/10 kitty. highly recommend, get yourself a nyaether today!
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a little shit AND a menace (affectionately)
very hyper too! sometimes you wonder if nyenti has ADHD but in cat version
it’s like he’s always in his zoomie mode as if to make up for having 2 kitties that barely has zoomies - which are miao and kazunya
his affectionate attitude doesn’t help as well
twirling, rubbing himself on your lap, hand, bageling his way around you - he’s always sticking close to you 24/7
one time as nyenti was rubbing himself on your hand while you were working on your computer for an important document, he tripped and fell on your keyboard - deleting your entire progress of work with a “myeeew!”
yes, you cried that night
unlike heinya, nyenti doesn’t really enjoy being outdoors - he just prefers to stay on your lap, lazily bathing in the sun - as he sometimes meows with heinya about some dramas
another kitty that loves to spill the tea to you
him and heinya meows your ears off with the things they have seen, watched, witnessed and heard - sometimes even adding some dirt on the other kitties such as kazunya eating leaves from your potted plants, scaranya sleeping on your hoodie bc he missed you, miao destroying the pantry during his duty to cleanse the land etc etc etc
nyenti’s preferred way of waking you up is to play with your hair. whether it be grooming at your hair, playing with them, tugging on the ends gently - it doesn’t matter which form - as long as nyenti wakes you up, that’s all
he also doesn’t do much hunting either, preferring to watch from the sidelines as the others chase some bugs and small animals they found
for some odd reason nyenti likes you to put flowers on top of his head or a flower shaped charms as a collar - his most favorite and preferred one being the white lily
cut the flower's bud and place it on top of nyenti upside down like it's a cone hat and nyenti would give you the biggest, affectionate "myew!" while rolling around on the ground, showing you his tummy
a sweet kitty if he would just stop being a little zoomie induced shit
nyenti is another kitty that hates taking baths
doesn't react as aggressive as scaranya but he likes to yell his defiance a lot and i mean a lot
overall, a solid 8.5/10 kitty if he would just stop meowing loudly in your ears everytime you take him for a bathtime, making you more and more deaf
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another-lost-mc · 1 year ago
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the characters finding out about mc's fwb but instead of it being with a random demon, it's solomon >>>>
them being flabbergasted not only about the situation but that you have the arrangement with that shady sorcerer. also frustrated because of course you'd take comfort on the only other human in the devildom!
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➤ when they find out solomon is your fwb
characters: the demon brothers + dateables
1k words | gn!reader | nsfw | snarky and suggestive
c/w: jealousy, non-explicit sexual content, implied voyeurism, implied threesomes/moresomes
related: finding out you having a fwb: the demon brothers | the dateables
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disappointed but not surprised: lucifer, beelzebub, diavolo
They warned you, didn't they?
Solomon is the shadiest sorcerer to ever exist. He's powerful and unpredictable and he can't even be called human anymore. Why in all the Devildom did you have to pick him? You could've had literally anyone else!
Unheeded warnings about not getting too close to Solomon turn into vague reminders that the demons are there to save you from that white-haired menace if you ever need them to.
Lucifer sneaks behind your back and gives Solomon the world's scariest shovel talk, which is a little silly since this was only supposed to be a casual arrangement for comfort and intimacy. (Of course, no one realized that you and Solomon managed to catch feels along the way.) Lucifer's thinly-veiled threats promising a painful demise should be enough to scare anyone away.
None of them expect Solomon to abruptly end your casual relationship so that he can date you officially instead. He looks far too smug with himself when you hold his hand at RAD in front of the others or when he becomes a semi-regular visitor at the House of Lamentation.
Your undeniable happiness is a constant reminder to the others that they underestimated both humans in the exchange program.
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why didn't anyone stop them?! (yeah, they're jealous af): mammon, leviathan, satan, belphegor
This is awful. Isn't this why they were supposed to keep an eye on you, to keep you from getting mixed up with people like him?!
"Weren't you supposed to do that, Mammon?"
"Shuddup!"
They hate Solomon's guts. They don't think he deserves you. (They might not deserve you either, but you could do a hell of a lot better than him!)
They roll their eyes and gag dramatically when Solomon kisses your cheek or cozies up beside you in the cafeteria at lunch. When you're not looking, they shoot daggers at him and make not-too-subtle gestures that translate roughly to I'm watching you and if you hurt them, you die. They're less subtle and more aggressive than Lucifer is, and Solomon thinks it's hilarious.
He knows how lucky he is that he caught your eye first and not them. He'd be lying to himself if he said he didn't enjoy rubbing it in their faces just a little bit. Maybe he forgets to use a silencing charm on your bedroom door when he fucks you in the House of Lamentation.
Maybe he wears low-collar shirts to show off the fresh line of marks you made around the base of his neck. He leaves a toothbrush in your ensuite bathroom and spare clothes in your closet.
Sometimes you wear his clothes when you don't have class because they still smell like him. You don't notice the demons sitting beside you at breakfast twitch in their seats and suddenly lose their appetites.
You feel so fortunate that you found friendship and love in the Devildom. Your friends tell you (and themselves) that they're happy for you too. You don't notice how fake their smiles are when they see you together (but Solomon does).
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they're surprisingly okay with it and no one understands why: asmodeus, barbatos, simeon
They don’t know whether to blame fate or their own bad luck that brought you and Solomon together. They grudgingly admit you could do a lot worse than the white-haired menace that seems to adore you. As long as you’re happy and treated well, they don't feel it’s their place to interfere.
The others might sulk and pretend they’re not disappointed, or they might be openly belligerent about it, but some of your friends still support you above all else.
Asmo drags you into his room and gossips with you about Solomon while he does your nails. Tell me, you can be honest—how is he in bed with you? I’ve never seen him like this with anyone else! Oh, I bet he's so romantic, isn't he~ He’s curious about your relationship and teases you for intimate details that are too personal to share, but you know he's genuinely excited for you.
Barbatos doesn’t say much about your relationship openly, but he enjoys reminding the others that if they were less distracted by their own foolishness, they wouldn’t have taken you for granted.
Simeon welcomes you with open arms as a guest to Purgatory Hall when the atmosphere at the House of Lamentation grows too stifling. He does his best to make sure Solomon doesn’t completely ruin dinner when you visit in the evenings. He enjoys discussing books and your other shared interests when the sorcerer is busy; Solomon knows you're safe with the angels in his absence.
Like Asmo and Barbatos, you grow closer with Simeon as well through your mutual connections to Solomon. You might not realize what they’re up to when they try to spend more time with you outside of class, but Solomon does. Their sweet gestures of comfort linger far too long to be considered platonic, and the way desire creeps into their eyes when they gaze at you from afar would irritate him if they were anyone else.
He has long, colourful pasts with both Asmo and Barbatos, and Simeon quickly became one of his trusted friends while living in the close quarters of Purgatory Hall together. It wouldn't be the first time Solomon invited one of his acquaintances for a little bit of fun in the bedroom, but that was only to share casual partners he didn’t have feelings for. The thought of sharing you with anyone else nearly drives him to violence.
Time dulls those jealous impulses, and he admits how appealing it would be to watch you with one (or more) of them together. You’re so lovely in the throes of pleasure, and there's a certain thrill from watching on the sidelines. He knows they'll obey without question when he tells them how to touch you, and he can savor watching you fall apart under their hands and his sinful commands. He gets hard just imagining you crying out his name when you cum, even if one of the others is between your legs instead of him.
If you admit to feeling desire for any of them, he'll discuss those delicious possibilities with you too.
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tddyhyck · 2 years ago
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ice cream thief [ l.dh ]
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pairing ⇢ perv roommate!hyuck x afab!reader (mentioned other nct members + karina)
word count ⇢ 12.8k
synopsis ⇢ someone has been eating haechan's favorite ice cream so he decides to put a hidden camera in the kitchen and living room thinking it's a shared space it shouldn't invade anyone's privacy... right?
warnings ⇢ 18+, dubcon, invasion of privacy, filming with and without consent, voyeurism (hyuck is a peeping tom), exhibitionism, panty stealing, toys, multiple orgasms, nipple play (m & f receiving) , cum eating, oral (f receiving), switch but mainly sub!hyuck, reader has a bdsm relationship with johnny, yuta, and jaehyun, switch but mainly dom!reader, handcuffs, unprotected sex, cream pie, hyuck is a little bi icon, lots of masturbation (m & f), excessive talk of legend of zelda (SORRY), anal (not super detailed), use of good boy & pervert, slapping, overstimulation, mentioned (bdsm, bondage, whips, rope/shibari, threesomes, mxm, scissoring, spit roasting, getting high, double penetration, marking) pls let me know if i missed anything
playlist ⇢ creep_radiohead / obsession_sky ferreira / nothings going to hurt you baby_cigarettes after sex / wet nightmare_bibi / i wanna be your slave_måneskin / use me_bill withers / sweet_cigarettes after sex / guys my age_hey violet / sexy silk_cumkitten / pussy is god_king princess
a/n ⇢ i'm trying to get better at making the reader as general as possible please let me know any ways i can improve!
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“no one is stealing your goddamn ice cream,” you groan, rolling your eyes. you’re currently having a “house meeting” in the kitchen, more like you and your roommates get yelled at by your other roommate haechan for 30 minutes. you’re sitting at the end of the island beside jaemin and karina who is leaning next to the wall while haechan stands across from the counter in front of the fridge waving an empty box around. 
“well, where the fuck are my double vanilla yogurt bars going?” he says waving the box around for dramatics. 
“who the fuck wants double vanilla ass yogurt ice cream bars,” jaemin argues. 
“literally we have chocolate, strawberry,” jaemin gags, “even cones, why would we want double vanilla,” karina quips while you roll your eyes. 
“because it’s the best ice cream in the world,” he groans, running his hands through his hair. 
“yeah maybe to old white dudes,” karina says, making you and jaemin giggle. 
“listen i get it, no one wants to fess up. you’re embarrassed, feeling guilty even,” you scoff at his dramatics. “but just tell me between friends, i will forgive you if you buy me a new box.” no one says anything, just stares across the counter at haechan. “god i hate all of you. i swear i’m moving out.”
“finally, let me know if you need help packing,” you smile as he storms off middle finger raised in your direction. 
“so which one of you ate the ice cream?” karina whispers, you and jaemin shake your heads hearing haechan's door slam. 
“swear i didn't, i would probably have the strawberry before double vanilla,” he grimaces. 
“same, i would just go without, who wants double vanilla anyways? i bet he just doesn’t remember eating them.” you laugh. 
haechan sat in his room sulking and determined to figure out who was eating his precious ice cream. this wasn’t the first time it happened and it had only gotten worse. he pondered which one of his housemates would eat his ice cream. 
karina was in her green juice phase and probably wasn’t eating ice cream but if she was she would want the "healthiest" option which were the double vanilla yogurt bars. she couldn’t be marked off the list. 
jaemin would definitely eat the double vanilla bars. especially when he would just open the freezer and grab anything that didn’t have a strawberry pink label. haechan grumbled to himself pulling his fingers through his hair. 
and you, you would totally eat his ice cream just to spite him. you would probably throw away an uneaten bar just to annoy him, give them out to delivery men, or offer them to your annoying friends. 
he furiously typed into his search bar. “how to stop roommates from stealing food.”
he scrolls reading over the bulleted list. 
write your name on everything 
that wouldn’t work, jaemin would just read it and ignore it.
hide the food in an unlikely place
where can he hide ice cream unless he got a mini freezer and that just seemed like too much work. 
douse the food in hot sauce, chili powder, etc. 
wouldn’t that just ruin the food for him?
install cameras to present evidence of the theft
bingo
haechan had plenty of access to cameras, the tech, and the knowledge to install nanny cams. his it major finally came to his aid during his time of woe. 
he made a plan, go to the tech lab and talk to kun about security cameras. he can play it off that it’s for a friend, his mom, or maybe his roommates wanted to feel safer. then he could install them on thursday morning when everyone was in class. then he would wait for someone to eat his ice cream and catch them in the act. foolproof right?
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“so wait, why do you need cameras again?” kun asked, rummaging through a box of wires. 
“it’s for a friend they asked me since they knew i was majoring in it,” haechan says nonchalantly, pushing his hands in his pockets. 
“oh cool, you said home security right?” haechan nodded, moving to the side after kun got up with various wires in his hands. he followed kun to another part of the tech lab. 
“just don’t set them up in locker rooms. some dude did that a few years ago and i helped him pick them out. god, i felt sick after.” 
“god no, just home security, said he has some weird roommates or something,” haechan shook his head. watching over kun’s shoulder as he scrolled through some tech website. 
“okay, i would go with one of these if it’s just basic home security. they have an app for easy access and pretty good quality cameras,” kun says, clicking on one of the images before scrolling through. haechan nodded, eyes dancing over the webpage. 
“sounds good to me, can you order them?” kun nodded, adding the items to the cart. 
“does he need any wifi extenders?” haechan shook his head looking over the total price. still cheaper than a mini freezer. “i’ll let you know when they come in.”
“thanks, dude, i’ll venmo you,” haechan says walking away. 
“do you need help setting them up?”
“nope.”
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the cameras came in faster than haechan even expected, he hadn’t even gotten the chance to restock his ice cream bars to set up the trap. he waited for the perfect time when everyone was out of the apartment in class, studying, or doing whatever haechan didn’t care enough to ask. 
he took to unboxing the set of five cameras, one for the kitchen right above the fridge, one diagonal from the fridge to get the full angle of the theft, one in the living room facing the couch and the hall, and one for a wide angle of the living room. he had one to spare so he decided to put it in the corner of his room to see if anyone was snooping around. 
it took him about an hour to set up the two in the kitchen, fiddling back and forth on his phone and with the cameras to perfect the angle. walking back and forth to make sure the entire walk from the hall would be caught and no denying could happen. 
one camera was hidden between some old cereal boxes he and jaemin had used for a project that they never threw away. the other was between the bread maker karina had stopped using two weeks after getting it and was just collecting dust and the protein powder. 
it took him about an hour more for the two in the living room, making sure the camera was facing the couch fully because that would definitely be where the culprit would enjoy the sweet treat. 
the camera was tilted slightly to hide nicely on the corner of the dvd shelf. the other was squeezed snuggly between some half-dead plants on the window sill, viewing the full kitchen, part of the dining table, living room, and the hall. 
haechan was lucky his room was on one side of the house and his three roommates were down the opposite hall. so it was unlikely one of them would come down his hall unless it was for a shower or to piss. 
he finally fiddled with the one in his room more for fun but he thought of the possibilities of “accidentally” filming while fucking some hot chick he brought home or even the occasional big bulky dude he would find on some field or court who wanted to experiment when he needed to get fucked. 
he didn’t want to be a creep and it wouldn’t be like he’d share the footage if it happened but it would be a nice bonus. getting to relive a good fucking on some shitty camera like a perv. 
he wouldn’t openly admit to being a pervert, but he was. he often got off on being watched and watching other people, that’s why he liked going to the gym, not for the workout or health benefits, but the view of some hot girl sweating while doing squats or the best part seeing hot guys in the locker rooms and if he was lucky getting to shower beside them peaking at their cocks hanging heavily between their legs next to him. 
he loved the thrill of jerking off in the corner of the showers waiting for some muscled beefcake to come in and embarrass him before cursing and manhandling him. his fantasies never quite came true but that didn’t stop him from releasing onto the tile below him while he tweaked his nipples and the water hit his chest. 
haechan often found himself in these “compromising” positions. like the time he hid in the closet of some frat dude's room while he watched his friends, jeno and jaemin, fuck some sorority girl. 
he didn’t mean to get high and roam the house ending up in some closet, but what was he gonna do when they came in and spit-roasted her right through the slits in the door. so he shut up as best he could and jerked off while peaking out. he hated to admit being jealous of his friends and the girl but he couldn’t help it. 
he also didn’t mean to listen in when his housemates brought someone around and didn’t realize he was there. he would stand in the hall watching jaemin fuck some cheerleader until she was brainless or karina bringing over some girl to “study” but he watched them scissor for like 20 minutes and they never noticed. you however never brought anyone home at least that he knew of. 
he’d heard stories from his friends about how you were apparently into being dominated by older men, but haechan didn’t fully believe it. at least not the stories his older friends johnny, yuta, and jaehyun would tell of you. how you liked to be whipped and cuffed to the bed while johnny edged you, or how yuta would tie intricate ropes around you bending you into pretzel-like positions before making you cry, and jaehyun boasted about making you cum some insane amount until you passed out on his cock. you were too annoying and mean to be submissive, and far too uptight to be into adventurous casual sex. 
the stories did get him off though just like viewing his other roommates in secret, the thought of his little prude roommate being into nasty sex had gotten him hard. after hearing all about it he excused himself to the bathroom and came in his fist embarrassingly fast. 
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it didn't take long to start getting notifications of motion most of the time being someone arriving home or leaving. he gets strangely excited at the prospect of catching someone at the fridge but every time it has been for something lame like eggs or soda. he had started to worry about the house eating habits when everyone was only eating eggs, popcorn, and frozen food. 
by the third day he’s grown accustomed to the notifications on his phone of detected movement. it's not as exciting when it’s the fifth time of the day and he knows it will probably just be jaemin making toast. but he opens it quickly waiting for the app to load. 
before he sees you sitting on the couch, knees to your chest twirling something in your mouth. he grins convinced he had caught the ice cream thief. he started his car ready to rush home and catch you in the act, that is until you pull it out of your mouth. squinting bringing his phone closer to make sure it is his ice cream his eyes widen when he realizes it’s not his ice cream but a dildo of some sort. 
you wouldn't, there's no way you would in the living room. his mouth hung open watching you bring the toy back to your lips. he was surprised by the camera quality when he could see your spit dribbling down the toy and collecting at the corners of your mouth. 
he should have closed his phone and put it on silent never to be thought of again, but he can’t look away, he knows it’s wrong but he can’t stop staring. 
he gaped when you opened your knees and moved one hand between your legs flipping your skirt up revealing some light blue panties. he’s sure he’s seen them in your hamper or when you accidentally left them in the wash that one time. he watched as your hand slithered between your legs pressing against your heat, squinting in surprise seeing a dark spot growing under your hand. 
his eyes were scanning quickly trying to take in the entire scene watching you with one hand over your panties and the other swirling what he assumed to be silicone between your lips. he can’t believe you of all people would be getting off in the living room knowing any of your roommates could walk in. little miss goody two shoes had a thing for exhibitionism he smirked. 
you moved the toy from your lips, a line of spit still connected until the toy slid over your panties. he gasped when you moved your other hand from between your legs to pull your shirt up tits falling out. 
he had seen you naked a few times completely accidentally of course, not that he didn’t keep the image in his head permanently. one time when he walked into the bathroom while you were changing before turning around swiftly and attempting to avert his eyes while you cursed him out. it was your fault for not locking the door. 
or when johnny’s frat had a pool party and your swimsuit came untied during a game of chicken. nipples hard and perked from the cool water and right in front of his face. he recalls the embarrassment that flooded your face when you realized before your hands covered up quickly. he had jerked off later to the thought of fucking your tits. 
he remembers how he couldn’t get your cute nipples off his brain for like a week after. it pissed him off how you walked around the house braless, nipples pointed right in his face. you were also the bane of his existence you were so annoying and difficult, but so fucking hot but you pissed him off with your bratty attitude. 
but he loved the way you scolded him and grabbed and pulled his hair when he went too far, or when you yelled at him and called him names with an angry tone in your voice and pout on your lips all because he had spoiled the new season of stranger things. 
he shook his head before pressing his palm to his face and moving his glasses to rub his eyes. he should turn it off. there's no going back if he keeps watching, but he just couldn’t look away. he had to make a decision and he did, taping the full-screen icon in the corner, turning off his car, and sitting back to watch. 
he wished it was his hand pinching your nipples, making you sigh and bite your lip. he was too busy staring at them to notice you press a button on your toy before pressing it to your clit and grinding against it. his eyes trailed down when he noticed the movement. he felt his mouth water when the darkness grew in your panties.
you had to stop yourself from letting the feeling take over, wanting to be filled up before you came. you pulled your toy away and moved your hand from your nipples to pull your panties to the side. you could feel how sticky and wet you were. you wished it was someone else between your legs a warm body fucking you open. 
haechan’s mouth fell open with your pussy on display. he watched your hole flutter just begging to be filled up. he could feel his cock pressing against his jeans as you slid the toy between your folds leaning your head back against the couch. it was smaller than him from what he could tell. why was he even comparing his dick to his least favorite roommate's dildo? 
his mind was just playing horny tricks on him while you were using one hand to pull your panties aside and the other to slip your blue toy into your cunt. haechan watched your mouth open and eyes close. somewhere in the back of his perverted mind, he wished the camera had sound.
he watched in delight when he saw your toes curling against the cushions and your hand speeding up between your thighs. you took it so well spreading your legs wider and mouth hanging open. he knew you sounded good and he could practically hear you whining. he jumped when your eyes met his through the screen he could swear you could see him watching. 
he needed to shut his phone off and throw it out his car window but he also wanted you to know he was watching like a nasty peeping tom. he kept watching the way your eyes glazed over, your hips rutting up to meet your flicking wrist. 
he didn’t realize but he had started grinding against his hand pressed between his legs. he felt so fucking pathetic in the library parking lot unzipping his jeans and pulling his cock out. and anyone walking by could see his windows weren’t nicely tinted but cheaply tinted and that just made it more exhilarating. 
he continued staring at his phone jerking his terribly hard cock in his fist whining wantonly in the quiet car. he tried to match his fist with yours, bringing his hand to the tip when you pulled out before pressing back into your cunt and he would fuck up into his own fist. he felt his forehead growing sweaty and he watched you slide deeper into the couch, knees bending harshly and pressing into your chest. 
you looked so desperate thrusting your hips up and your brow furrowed concentrating on your incoming orgasm. haechan was wondering if you were close because god he already was briefly removing his hand to spit in his palm and coat his aching cock.
he looked up for a second sensing movement to his right, watching some group of guys walk by his car not noticing the movement right under their noses. it only made him harder if that was possible reaching down grabbing his balls squeezing tightly making him hold his breath. 
his eyes focused back on you but you were slowing down and he was hoping you weren’t stopping. were you into edging like johnny had told him? he watched intently massaging his balls breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth waiting for your next move. 
you pulled the toy out of your cunt and he whined when a wet glob of slick dripped out not to mention the wetness coating the toy that you were bringing back to your lips. he brought his hand back to grip his dick, holding the base and pressing it down between his legs before letting it slap up against his stomach with a hiss, while you cleaned off your toy. 
he watched you stand up and slip your panties off your legs,  what he wouldn’t do to steal those and shove them down his throat? maybe he could sneak them from your dirty laundry. 
you turned around bending over the back of the couch making him whine, a perfect view of your ass bent at the best angle, cunt still glistening below your tight asshole. his glasses were slipping down his nose from sweat but he didn’t care especially when you brought your toy to rub over your pussy. smearing your slick over your holes making a wet sticky mess that he would die to clean up. 
he’d started thrusting into his fist again trying to be patient and slow like you were. bringing the toy to press against your rim while your head turned hoping to catch a glimpse of your taut hole being teased. he watched you push the limit seeing the way your toes curled when you tried pushing in dry, your cunt clenching at the pressure above. 
you whimpered but he wouldn’t know that just watched the way you bit your lip before bringing the toy to your cunt and pressing in fully arching your back when you had buried it fully between your legs. he stared at the way your thighs flexed and met the base of your toy as it filled you up. 
he could even see drool starting to fall from your open mouth. he wanted to hold back and wait to cum but you just looked so delicious he couldn’t help his hand speeding up. his whines raised in pitch as he pumped his girth it definitely was not as good as your pussy probably felt. 
his own pleasure was distracting him, making his eyes close and he had to practically pry them open to watch you again. he didn’t know how close you were, only you did. 
if he had noticed the way your head fell forward on the cushions and legs tried to squeeze together and wrist flicking lazier. he would have known but he didn’t. he didn’t see it coming when you came with a silent cry, legs tightening, ass shivering. he didn’t realize until you were cumming. hadn’t heard you whimper “i’m gonna cum.” into your palm. 
he came with you completely accidentally, pulling his hand away too late, cum already spurting out before he could stop it, hips twitching along with his dick. he whimpered bringing his hand back to milk his cock, thick cum leaking onto his sweatshirt sleeve, and steering wheel. an embarrassing amount pooled on his stomach as his breathing evened out. 
bringing his attention back to his phone he watched you pull the toy from your cunt another thick gush of slick dripped down hitting the couch below you. he hoped you didn’t do the considerate thing and clean it up but he knew you would. 
you laid the toy beside you bringing your fingers between your legs and toes curling when you made contact with your swollen cunt. his mouth watered when you dipped your fingers in to collect the juices and lifted it to your mouth to suck them clean. 
once you both had caught your breath he dug around in his glove box for napkins swiping at the drying cum on his sweatshirt and steering wheel. you were cleaning up your own mess and he left his phone open catching a glimpse of your wobbly legs when you got up. 
eventually he closed his phone, guilt taking over him, he just watched his roommate get off. it definitely wasn’t the first time or the last so the feeling drifted away quickly. the idea of installing a camera in your room even crossed his sick and twisted mind but he knew that was too far. 
he was tucking his softening length into his pants when a banging at his window startled him looking up to see shotaro and yangyang banging on the glass. he clutched his chest after swiftly zipping his jeans before unlocking the doors and they got in. 
“what are you doing bombarding me during my meditation?”
“you said you were leaving like 30 minutes ago, the fuck are you still doing here?” yangyang questioned from the back seat. 
“didn’t you have some meeting or something?” shotaro questioned with a smile.
“shit,” he did have a meeting at the caf about a group project that he was now almost 20 minutes late for. 
“did you get distracted or something your car smells like you fucked?” yangyang said laughing as he leaned forward between the two front seats. 
“and if i did you’d be jealous so i can’t talk about it.” 
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despite having watched you cum in the living room via camera nothing about your dynamic changed. that was something haechan was good at distancing his peeping adventures and the people he actually peeped on. he didn’t find it awkward to be around them later even after seeing their most intimate moments. he did steal a pair of your dirty panties though but you didn’t seem to notice yet, at least that he was aware. 
and just as expected he did watch you again not even a week later a notification lighting up his phone hoping again to find the ice cream culprit but to see you swinging your legs open bringing some type of purple wand vibrator between your legs in the most erotic way. head dropping back as you upped the vibrations, stomach tensing when you pulled the toy away, hips canting up to chase the feeling.  
he snuck off to the bathroom of his job and came while he set his phone up on the sink and watched himself in the mirror. 
it seemed to be almost like clockwork. you waited until you were sure everyone was out and you’d slip into the living room spreading out with some toy or your fingers and going to town. and like clockwork, haechan would open his phone as if on cue to see you putting on a show for him and he’d grip his cock and jerk off. able to cum when he started recognizing when you were close. 
he did save all the videos using them later in his room late at night humping his pillow, or early in the morning in the shower even getting bold enough to leave his door open hoping you would hear his whimpers and come stare at him while he came to his stockpile of footage. 
he had even started carrying his ipad around with him so he could watch both cameras he had set up in the living room. using the larger screen to view the camera on the dvd shelf directly in front of where you would usually sit and his phone for the wide angle in case you decided to change positions. 
he looked like some crazy hacker sneaking off to the back seat of his car setting up his devices. somewhere along the lines he bought another flesh light to keep in his car. he may or may not have searched for a pocket pussy that resembled yours at least from what he could tell. 
he would try to mimic the positions you were in, leaning back when you would ride a toy, fantasizing about you riding him, or rising to his knees leaning over to hump into the sticky silicone hole when you would bend over the couch. 
he sadly still hadn’t caught his ice cream thief even though the ice cream was still being eaten by someone he just either didn’t see the notification or they were way too quick with their hands. 
he’d also visited kun again. this time asking about the sound for the cameras. giving some story about his friends’ roommates talking shit about them and wanted to know what about. 
he felt like a kid on christmas when thee mics came in, installing them quickly and testing their quality. hoping to all the gods, that he knew wouldn’t let him into heaven at this point, that you would be desperate and needing to get off that very day so he could verify the sound quality. he wrote it off as trying to figure out if he could hear a wrapper when someone was at the fridge, not that he wanted to hear your whining and moaning. 
and by some stroke of luck you did get desperate and by a double stroke of luck you had plans that night. plans that included two large cocks filling you up so you needed to prep of course and haechan didn’t even know the show that was accidentally in store for him. 
he watched on, intently as you slowly with slick fingers dipped past your tight rim. he gawked at the way you whimpered when you curled your fingers inside of you. his airpods weren’t enough somehow and he hurriedly dug through his bag for his noise canceling headphones. 
when they connected he swore he could cum from the surround sound of your cries. he paid extra attention to each movement the way your voice changed or cracked when you added a finger. scissoring inside of your opening your warm walls, what he wouldn’t give to be inside of them himself. 
“just a little more,” you slurred before pressing a third finger inside of you, back arching into the fullness. you were talking yourself through it whimpering and moaning, biting your lip in concentration. 
he was starting to regret not exiting the library and at least hiding in a bathroom stall, now he was stuck in the back corner of the british history section on the third floor with a hard on and live porn on his phone. 
but he didn’t stop or even make a move, continuing to watch you stretch yourself the audio proving to be the best investment since the cameras. each little sigh was picked up on the mic he had cleverly placed next to the couch. 
it was getting hard both literally and figuratively to not whip out his cock and jerk off behind some dusty textbooks. so he pressed his hand against his crotch hissing at the contact and grinding slightly into his palm. 
he tilted his head back against the wall, eyes widening and bringing his phone closer when you started pulling your fingers from your hole. your empty rim clenched, almost begging to be filled again. 
“fuck,” you choked, reaching around beside you to grip your large plug pushing yourself up to grab your lube. haechan watched curiously seeing you squeeze a large amount onto the glass toy. 
you wondered if the boys you were going to see would call you pretty when they bent you over and saw the pretty flower pressed into your hole stretching you out. you shivered in anticipation, fingers moving to grip the base bringing it to your rim and sinking it slowly inside. you tried to go slow but the bulb felt so good stretching you out so you thrust backwards groaning at the stretch. 
haechan can hear you loud and clear and it’s going straight to his cock before he realizes he’s rutting his hips rubbing himself against his hand. watching desperately as you fuck yourself with the pretty plug. 
he had gotten used to your toy collection finding you far more experimental than he ever imagined, from dildos to vibrators and wands and now plugs. he wondered what all you had in your little treasure chest hidden in your room somewhere. he began to believe all the stories he had heard considering you surprised him each time he caught you. 
his brows tilt up in confusion when you slow your movements letting the plug settle between your cheeks. you're breathing slowly resting your head on the arm of the couch before you get up, grabbing the lube and going down the hall. he waits for a few seconds then a minute before you return to clean up the spot you occupied before. 
you weren’t stopping right? you hadn’t even cum you always came at least once. he recalled the time you had continued holding a vibrator to your clit until you were shaking and crying unsure of how many times you had actually released but the slick puddle glistening underneath you told him enough. 
he waits patiently watching his phone but you don’t reappear and his cock is hard and needy, twitching in his pants. he groans head hitting the wall behind him dropping his phone against his leg next to the outline of his dick. he tries to think of turn offs but truly he didn’t have many and whatever he thought of led him back to something that turned him on. 
now he was left in the british history section with blue balls and flushed cheeks trying to decide what to do. he wondered what you were doing walking around the house still naked with a plug stretching your ass. so he did what he knew to do. text you. 
evil roommate
what are you doing tonight?
he stared at his phone waiting for something, seeing your phone light up where it set on the coffee table. he watched you pick it up rolling your eyes and for some reason it made him more interested in you. 
y/n
why does it matter?
he smirked at your response still peeking at the mini screen in the corner of his phone watching you sit back on the couch position oddly reminiscent of the first time he watched you. knees bent and legs spread just enough for him to view your glistening cunt and the glass base peeking out between your cheeks. 
evil roommate
just wondering? maybe i have plans or something?
he waited for you to see the notification not ignoring the way your fingers danced between your legs to collect the cream spilling from your cunt. 
y/n
well i won’t be home if that’s what you mean?
his eyebrow raised. if you were going to study or out with your friends you would just say that not beat around the bush. he got distracted though when your fingers circled your clit lazily. it felt more intimate for some reason. the fact that he was talking to you and watching you. 
evil roommate
:( not staying cooped up in your room all night?
your fingers sped up wetness being spread around your soft pussy. you rolled your eyes wishing haechan would just shut up. you knew you couldn’t cum yet johnny had already made explicit rules but he didn’t say you couldn’t edge yourself. 
y/n
i don’t want to be witness to whatever weird “plans” you have
he grinned, if only you knew. his plans consisted of watching videos of you and busting as many nuts as possible. if you weren’t home he would be able to sneak in and steal another pair of panties. he breathed deeply thinking of your smell that was so close but so far away. recalling how hard he had cum when he had stolen them before. fabric shoved in his mouth, your taste lingering on his tongue. the panties between his teeth silenced his loud whine when his eyes rolled back and legs started shaking. god he needed to stop his mind from wandering; he was just getting harder. 
evil roommate
how do you know i have weird plans? when have i ever done anything weird at our house?
you stopped, lifting your sticky fingers to your mouth as you read your phone. he watched you furrow your brows and type back quickly. 
y/n
when have you done anything normal? just don’t do your plans in my room i like cleanliness. 
evil roommate
seriously what are you doing though
y/n
it’s none of your beeswax
evil roommate
going to meet up with johnny or yuta? or both?
his lips twitch when he sees your eyes widen when you read the message. he could read you like a book, confirming his suspicions. not only were the guys' stories most likely true but you were going to meet up with both of them to get your back blown out. haechan wanted to be a fly on whatever wall got to witness that scene. he watches you squirm and shuffle around typing and deleting and typing and deleting a response. 
evil roommate
what embarrassed? cat got your tongue?
you rolled your eyes, biting your lip while you thought of a response. he was right but he didn’t need to know that. you didn’t want you sex crazed roommate having any intimate information about your sex life let alone what you did with johnny or yuta. 
y/n
it’s literally none of your business if i’m seeing anyone or no one. but fyi johnny invited me over to see the movie he’s been working on for his final
that was technically true. johnny was working on a film for a final, he had been talking about it for a while. and you were going to view some sort of media he had filmed before. whether you were in it or not was none of haechan’s business. yuta also happened to be invited, johnny had been teasing the final cut of a tape he had made with you. sadly jaehyun was out of town for some away game. you were half happy and sad, happy you wouldn’t have a dick in every hole but sad you wouldn’t have a dick in every hole by the end of the night. 
haechan knew what you were talking about. johnny had been filming a documentary since the beginning of the semester. he didn’t fully believe you unless you were going to do that and then get dicked down during or after. 
evil roommate
okay fine just wondering what if i wanted to spend the evening with my most favorite housemate :)
you breathed out a laugh as if you were his favorite roommate. he knew he was your least favorite. you much preferred his friends being over eating your food and being loud to him just staying in his room. 
y/n
yeah… you have the whole house to yourself to fuck whatever and whoever you should be happy just make sure the clean up after :)
he grinned to himself thinking of sitting in the very spot you were sitting completely naked on the couch. and he would take you up in that and fuck whatever and whoever while he was home alone. and he would watch videos of you while he did. maybe even connect his hdmi to the living room tv get your pretty pussy on the big screen. 
you closed your phone, dropping it on the cushion beside you before getting up, mood ruined by haechan’s pestering. haechan watched the way your ass bounced as you walked down the hall to your room. 
he closed his phone too. finally getting up grabbing his bag and stalking to the bathrooms locking the stall and finally getting the release you unknowingly withheld from him. 
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he paid extra attention to wake up earlier the next day despite his tiresome late night activities, and watch you come home. taking care to see any signs of hard sex, bruises, hickies, or even a limp. 
but when you came home and he was sitting on the couch eating cereal he didn’t particularly notice which made him question all his conclusions from the day before. maybe you had just gone to johnny’s to watch his film and maybe u just liked wearing a butt plug around. 
you didn’t talk to him when you got home heading straight for your room not even sparing him a glance as he stared at you searching for something. 
he stayed on the couch for most of the day and into the evening playing tears of the kingdom to no end. not even noticing jaemin coming and going or karina complaining about some project she hasn’t started and needing to camp out at the library. 
you eventually joined him in the living room giving in to his pestering to show you the new game you had been waiting to play. he talked way too much about all the new features that didn’t completely make sense but you listened anyway and watched him die by bokoblin’s. 
his eyes caught sight of your neck when your shirt collar shifted seeing a bite mark hidden on your left breast. maybe his theories were correct, but his suspicions were distracting him, causing him to die once again. 
his lack of skill in the new game had you laughing but also frustrated you, eventually grabbing the controllers and trying your hand but dying just as fast as he did. blaming it on his shitty weapons or lack of hearts. 
“told you,” he said, smirking as he leaned back in his chair when you died once more, eyes drifting to your wrist noticing raised skin reminiscent of rope burn. thoughts wandering to what you looked like tied up. 
“is this harder than breath of the wild or am i just rusty?”
“definitely both but you suck at breath of the wild too.”
“shut up!” you squealed faux throwing the controller at his head making him duck. 
“wait let me show you this video.” he pulled out his phone, pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. “some dude used the building materials and built this walking stick man with a flamethrower for his dick.” he laughed, scrolling through his camera roll to find the video. he held the phone to your face and you watched on, laughter filling the room. 
you grabbed the phone from his hand replaying the video watching the awkward wooden creation blast across the screen with a flame shooting from its lower half. your laughter faded turning into a face of confusion when you tapped the screen to rewind seeing the video thumbnails surrounding that one. 
“what the fuck is this lee donghyuck!?” tapping the arrow in the corner, the screen filled with various thumbnails and many of you sitting in the very room you occupied now. 
“oh not the government name,” he chuckled as he leaned forward to see what you were talking about the color draining from his face when you began playing a video, the static sound coming from his phone. 
“what the actual fuck is this.” you shrieked, shoving the phone in his face and he looked like he was about to be sick. the video clip he had saved, one of you sitting in the exact chair he was sitting on, fingers drilling into yourself as you came with a cry. 
“you’ve been filming me?” you were oddly calm in his opinion but his mind was racing trying to come up with something to say while his mouth was suddenly dry. 
he had always fantasized about being caught during one of his escapades but that had never actually happened. and now that you were glaring at him asking him questions and his stomach was dropping to his ass. 
“i asked you a question you fucking freak.”
“let me explain.”
“explain what? that you’re a fucking pervert who secretly films his roommate?” you shrill standing up and staring daggers down at him. 
“i was trying to figure out who was stealing my ice cream.” he said shyly realizing how fucking stupid he sounded bringing his fingers to fiddle with the hem of his shorts. 
“oh my god you fucking idiot. no one wants your fucking ice cream. you set up cameras and didn’t tell us? you know that’s illegal? are you fucking stupid or just dumb or both?” haechan peered up at you avoiding eye contact but trying to pay attention. his face felt hot and embarrassment flooded him with each passing second. 
“i didn’t.” he paused, looking up at you through his lashes. “didn’t think it was a big deal since it’s like a common area. i didn’t mean to watch you but-“ he paused looking down between his legs. you laughed down at him tossing his phone on the table between the couch and chair where he sat. 
“but what?” you questioned bringing your fingers to push his forehead back so he would meet your eyes. haechan was trying his hardest not to get hard knowing you could literally call the cops on him but you looked so hot glaring at him from above. he didn’t know that you were just as perverted as him, planning out how to punish him. 
“i- it was an accident. the first time. really i swear.” he stared up at you, his hands raised in defense trying to make you believe him. 
“then why did you save it? you were getting off to me weren’t you? fucking freak.” your words stung but went straight to his growing cock. he didn’t want to answer hoping his silence was enough. 
“were you?”
“yes,” he whispered, before bringing his lips between his teeth. 
“how many times?” 
“i- i dunno.” he was being honest he lost track of the amount of times he had watched you. he knew it was more than 10 and probably less than 30 but he wasn’t totally sure. 
“how long have you been doing it?” he tried to look away again, searching for an answer like it would appear in front of him. but you grabbed his face squeezing his cheeks in your hand making him look at you. 
“maybe more than a month i - i can’t - don’t remember.” he stumbled over his words before you released his face but only to bring your hand back slapping his cheek. and he whined he fucking whined, raising his hand to rub at the reddening flesh. 
“remember better then.”
“okay it was the day yang and taro came over and we ate all that pizza and you got mad at us because we spilled garlic sauce on your lit book. but we blamed taro so you wouldn’t be as mad since you like him but it was really yangyang that spilled it.” the confession came bubbling out like he was a volcano ready to erupt. 
“haechan, that was over 2 months ago.” you sigh almost mocking him. “so you have been watching me everytime?” he nodded slightly. 
“everytime?” you repeated. 
“if i couldn’t watch it live i would save it and watch it when i could,” he confessed. something about the thought of him being so into it he would save it for later made you clench around nothing. 
“did you cum too?” you could practically hear him gulp when you leaned down coming face to face with him. he didn’t answer, just attempted to avoid eye contact. “i fucking asked if you came while you watched me?”
“i couldn’t help it,” he stuttered. 
“you know you’re fucking disgusting right?” you questioned bringing your hand to his face again rubbing over the red cheek before slapping it again. he hissed this time hips jumping up. 
“a disgusting little pervert and you're getting off now aren’t you?” you brought your other hand to hover over his crotch before firmly gripping his length making him curse under his breath. 
“you know i should call the police, the dean, file a report, get you kicked out of school at the least.” he nodded below you as you grazed his cheek with one hand and squeezed your other around his length. 
“that wouldn’t be as fun though.” you smiled when you lifted a leg to straddle him. his breathing sped up when he felt you rest your warmth fully on his lap. he wanted to buck his hips into you, rut into your fist for some relief. 
“i’m going to watch you now, and your little cameras in here are going to record it. then you’re going to save it and send it to me. got it?”
he nodded, his hair bouncing on his forehead before you leaned back, removing your hands from his face and clothed cock. he quickly moved his hands from his side, fiddling with his waistband to pull his cock out. 
“nuhuh,” you stopped him. “i didn’t say i was gonna watch you get yourself off, did i?” he shook his head. “you think you deserve to touch yourself after that’s all you’ve been doing when you watch me?”
“i’m not going to let you have the joy of picking a toy, obviously.” you grinned, head tilting. “but what is your favorite? if you’ve been watching me i’m sure you’re familiar with them.” his eyes widen and scan the content in his mind focusing in on certain toys he’s seen you use. 
“the purple one.” he says, picturing the small purple wand he had seen you many times and it always left you gushing. you raised an eyebrow, immediately knowing what toy he was talking about. you lifted yourself off of him walking around his chair and down the hall without a word. 
he tried to steady his breathing and prepare himself for whatever you had in store. he was also insanely relieved you hadn’t immediately called the police to report him. he heard your door open and shut and your feet pat down the hall and behind him. 
he gasped when he felt a cool medal on his right wrist, he turned quickly eyes shaking just as you closed a cuff around his wrist. he just stared as you yanked his other arm over his head and tightened the other cuff around it, securing his hands together before letting his arms fall in front of him and land on his lap. 
he’d been cuffed before usually at his own volition or with this guy from his biochem class but that fizzled out a year or more ago. never by a hot girl like you who was about to punish him. you finally stood in front of him, light purple wand in one hand. 
“your perverted little mind is probably running a mile a minute.” you were right he wanted to know what you were going to do to him, if his camera was getting all of this. 
“stand up.” he tried to as quick as he could but his legs wobbled but he did it. you faced him and grabbed the chain that connected his hands pulling him to the couch where you had been sitting before releasing him and tugging his shorts down in one swift movement. he hissed when his cock made contact with the cool air and slapped the chain that connected his wrists. 
“aww aren’t you cute,” you lilted, kneeling in front of him staring at his leaking cock before flicking the head with your finger making him jerk forward. he didn’t have a chance to regain balance before you pushed him back on the couch with a thud. he squirmed on the leather seat cock bobbing between his legs precum beading at the slit. 
“you really are a freak,” you smiled, lifting the toy admiring the familiar ridges that left you quivering. you held it beside his own cock admiring aching member. haechan’s cock was what you would call pretty, plush red tip, subtle veining, not too long and just slightly thicker than average. it seemed to hang heavy between his supple thighs. 
“why do you like this one?” you ask, tilting your head curiously looking at him from between his legs. he’d dreamt of you between his legs but not while he was handcuffed and you were scolding him, more of you between his legs choking on his cock. 
“uh, i, you,” he paused, leaning his head back and closing his eyes, taking a deep breath. “you, i watched you use it.”
“oh really? of course you have. what haven’t you seen at this point.” you roll your eyes flicking your wrist to tap against his lower stomach with the tip of the toy to bring his attention back to you. 
“you, you looked so hot. you always look hot, but you use this one so much,” he whispered. his words made heat pool between your legs. the idea of him watching you cum over and over, none the wiser to his viewing. if you had known you might have been more deliberate with your actions. 
“did you like that? did watching me get you all hard?” you cooed bringing your fingers to circle the head of his cock collecting the precum spreading it around. he hummed staring down at the movement between his legs. “i bet you came in your pants like a stupid bitch.” your words were shooting to his cock, twitching when before you flicked the head again making his legs shake. 
“i loved it. i love it.” he whimpered. 
“how’d you touch yourself?” you cocked a brow at him waiting for his response. you’d never gotten off on dominating someone always preferring to be the one getting dominated, but you could feel your panties dampening with each reaction, sound, and bob of his cock. 
“i was at work.” he started licking his lips. “i uh, it wasn’t busy. i went to the employee bathrooms. you were still, you weren’t using it yet. you were sitting here and fingering yourself. your pussy was so wet, i wanted to taste you so bad.” he paused again taking a breath. “put my phone on the sink so i could watch you but then i kept seeing myself in the mirror. watched you and watched myself when i came. came so hard watching you. fucking pussy was so wet you were fucking dripping. wanted to be in you. came so hard and so much, made a mess. got in trouble for being gone for so long but it was worth it.” he finished finally making eye contact with you. 
you hoped he didn’t notice how turned on he was making you. the way he spoke about you in such a filthy way. you didn’t see haechan, your obnoxious annoying roommate in front of you, but donghyuck, the loser you met your first year who was awkward and shy and not so secretly harboring a perverted feelings for you. 
“you are fucking pathetic.” you raised your voice using the toy that was still in your hand to tap along his clothed stomach and up his chest. he keened when the toy brushed his nipples through the fabric of his sweatshirt.
he knew you knew about how sensitive his nipples were. it was just common knowledge in your circle everyone picked on haechan for it, pinching and tweaking his nipples to make him scream. no one knew that it made his cock hard though, of course now you would know. 
“i am,” he confirmed, biting his lip when you laughed at his squirming. 
“at least you’re aware.” you paused, dropping the toy in the his lap and bringing your fingers to unzip his sweatshirt. he was glad he didn’t wear anything beneath offering you easy access to his nipples. he whined when your skin finally met his, the teasing touches felt like electricity sparking on his chest. 
“i’m so fucking pathetic,” he groaned when you tweaked his nipples, pinching the buds between your soft fingers, nails pressing into the pebbled skin. you laughed tauntingly at him, something about the way he called himself pathetic was so hot. 
“i bet you’re glad i caught you, right? you were waiting and hoping for it. this is all your perverted little fantasies coming true. you should be thanking me.” there was spit pooling in his mouth, he felt dumb already, with how you were looking up at him an evil glint in your eyes and a teasing lilt in your tone. 
“thank you, fuck.” he paused when you let your hand roam lower, one staying on his left nipple the other tickling lightly over his stomach. “thank you so much.”
you grabbed the toy again pressing the well worn button the sound of vibrations filled the space between you and haechan’s eyes widened. you moved the toy to tap against his nipple making him keen and fold into himself whines sliding up his throat. 
“you’re so sensitive,” you coo at his reaction. switching the toy swiftly to the neglected nipple, making him squirm. you could help but laugh at how pathetic he looked squirming in front of you begging to stop but also asking for more his cock was throbbing precum slipping out with each pulse. 
“it’s - fuck- ‘s too much,” he mewled pitifully, legs quivering. 
“aww sorry, is it too much for you,” you teased lifting the toy from his nipple as he nodded. 
“maybe this will help,” you offered, upping the vibrations before bringing the buzzing device between his legs touching the head of his cock. his eyes flew open as he groaned and writhed. 
“please, y/n, oh god,” he strained the veins in his neck and lower stomach appearing under his skin. 
“please what?” his hands were trying to separate but the chain didn’t let them so he opened and closed his fists tightly fully overwhelmed. 
“i’m gonna cum oh god,” he cried, jerking his hips to rub against the buzzing toy. 
“we can’t have that, can we,” you teased, pulling the toy away swiftly, making him whimper. 
“please.” he sounded like he was sobbing now as his head hung down. 
“do you really think it would be that easy?” you asked bringing the still buzzing toy back to his nipples his stomach tensed warm pleasure flooding him again. 
“i’m sorry, fuck, so sorry,” he cried, bucking his hips up off the couch. you smirked at him turning up the toy again with a simple click. “please don’t i’ll cum.”
“you’ll cum just from your nipples?” your curiosity might just get the best of you when he nodded weakly. 
“no way,” you teased excitedly, eager to see if he was telling the truth. you used your other hand to squeeze and pinch the untouched bud. 
“can’t take it,” he whimpered, giving up to the tightening in his stomach so close to letting go. 
“cum then, little pervert,” that was all he needed, the degrading name going straight to unravel the knot in his stomach. his hips jerked hot cum spurting out of his cock as you looked on in awe. his body was hot and buzzing, cum painting his chest. 
“good boy.” you smiled, pulling the toy away and turning it off dropping it somewhere beside him. you dipped your fingers over his stomach collecting his cum before smearing it on his cheeks. he stuck his tongue out chasing your fingers. you scoffed slapping your sticky hand across his messy cheek. 
“fuck,” he whimpered as you stood up in front of him, reaching to pat his head and brush the hair from his face. you didn’t realize how sweaty he had gotten, strands of hair sticking to his skin and his glasses were slightly foggy as he was catching his breath.
“i’m still not done with you. wouldn’t it be so much fun to just leave you sitting here cock out, cum on your chest, and handcuffed. your little camera, wherever it is, to record you.” his eyes went wide, shaking his head furiously. 
“no no no what if jaemin or karina come home. no please,” he begged, whimpering up at you. 
“then they would point and laugh at you, but you would like that too fucking perv.” you lifted your hands to pull your own shirt over your head seeing the boys’ adam’s apple bob as he made eye contact with your tits. 
“fuck me,” he murmured, eyeing the bite marks that littered your chest. 
“isn’t it better to see the real thing, in person? not through your shitty camera.” you told him as your own fingers now touched your nipples pulling and tugging at the buds. you felt more excited watching his reaction the way his eyes scanned as you toyed with your tits. 
“so much fucking better.” he confirmed but you didn’t really need him to. his hands opened and closed almost trying to reach out for you. 
“where is your little camera anyways?” you said turning around looking around the room. 
“on the dvd shelf,” he says, hanging his head. you walked over to the shelf looking between dusty cd and dvd cases. “it’s with the old psp games.” he looked back up, gawking at the site of your bare back, marks from someone or multiple someone’s teeth littered your shoulders and neck along with a mark he again assumed was rope burn that went around your shoulders and disappeared at your back. 
“aha,” you sounded, finally finding the small camera in the corner of the dark shelf. “as if you weren’t trying to be sneaky.” you laughed waving at the camera. you turned back around to face him but you didn’t move back towards him. 
“i’m sorry,” he offered again. 
“oh you will be. this camera is going to get the best view of me ruining you,” he groaned in response leaning back against the couch. you stalked back over to him and he looked back up at you. 
“i think i’ve decided what else to do with you and you can tell me your color. i know you’re into this but i’m not as much of a perv as you and i value consent.” you brought your hands to your hips as he nodded up at you. “got it?”
“yes. i’m so green right now.” 
“umhuh.” you slipped your hands beneath your waistband slipping your shorts down and letting them pool at your ankles. haechan wanted to cry not from anything other than how hot you were like your body was sculpted by michelangelo. the real thing was so much better than the cameras. 
“eyes up here hyuck,” the endearing nickname slipping for your mouth and settling somewhere in haechan’s tummy filling him with warmth as he looked back up into your eyes. 
“sorry you’re just so pretty,” he gulped. 
“i know.” you laughed, stepping forward between his legs. “i don’t think you really deserve any of this for how disgusting you are. but at the same time i think you should stop fantasizing and get the real thing once right?” he nodded harshly, hair bobbing around his face. you brought one leg up, resting a foot on the arm of the couch fully trapping him with your cunt on display. his mouth was watering, your wetness glistening right in front of him he could practically taste you. 
“you’re not even listening.” you tutted, bringing your hand between your legs a site he was all too familiar with. you dipped your fingers between your lips collecting an obscene amount of slick with your fingers before pulling them away. you leaned in front of haechan bringing your soaked fingers to shove between his lips. he moaned around your fingers not breaking eye contact as his tongue swirled around your creamy digits. 
“this will help you focus, right?” you questioned, he nodded humming around your fingers. you moved your leg again this time bending to settle on his thighs again you could feel the heat radiating off of him as your skin pressed to his. his cock was just a few centimeters from being pressed against your own stomach. 
“i’m going to ride you, and you’re going to like it, right?" he nodded, moaning again in response as your fingers fucked into his mouth. “and you’re going to make me cum. but you don’t cum until i say so.” he whimpered but bobbed his head anyway. 
“good boy,” you praised, pulling your fingers from his mouth, spit spilling from his lips. you didn’t clean your hand bringing the slippery digits to caress his cheek mixing with his cum. 
you leaned over grabbing the toy you had teased him with earlier before slipping off his lap and settling beside him. he watched intently the way you laid back against the opposite arm of the couch and spread your legs just for him. he turned his body fully peering between your legs, cunt glistening and fluttering. 
“i didn’t say to move,” you said sternly, bringing a foot to press against his shoulder and push him back into his place before letting your leg drape over his. he neck craned to get the best view of your pussy. 
you brought the toy between your legs sliding it over your clit circling the raised nub. you relaxed into the feeling staring at haechan who was staring between your legs, finally getting a front row seat to his favorite show. 
“you’re drooling.” you taunt, and he brings his connected hands to wipe at the skin around his mouth just rubbing the spit around rather than removing it.
you turned on the toy, the vibrations immediately overtaking you, the buzz spreading in your lower stomach. you whined pulling your lip between your teeth flicking your wrist pleasure washing over you. you swirled the toy as pressure built in your stomach. 
“you’re so fucking hot,” haechan mumbled, glancing up to see your face twist in pleasure. you watched him swipe his tongue over his lips and visibly gulp seeing the cream already dripping from between your legs. 
you reached up grabbing his hair and pulled him to you kissing him harshly, it didn’t take him long to collect himself moving his lips against yours. his hands fumbled trying to rest them around you but just tugging against each other. you continued pressing the toy between your legs whimpering against his mouth.
he moaned into you when you slipped your tongue into his mouth. he tasted like those stupid double vanilla yogurt bars he loved so much. 
you pulled him away spit connecting your mouths as his tongue lapped up as if reaching for you. you turned off the toy tossing it beside you, gripping his hair tighter and tugging him between your legs. 
“use your tongue,” you whispered and he didn’t need another word, tongue sliding over your clit. kitten licking at your most sensitive spot, you tasted better than he could have imagined, still reminiscent of the taste of your panties but double or tripled or whatever. 
he leaned in deeper feeling the tug on his scalp as he lapped at your hole feeling it flutter against his wet muscle. his tongue explored every spot it could touch sucking and drinking you up. he couldn’t hear you whining from the wet smacking his mouth was making as he ate you like his final meal. 
he felt your hand pull his hair harder and your thighs shiver around his head, squeezing his glasses frame into his cheeks. he recognized the shiver as an indicator you were close so he went harder, suctioning his mouth around your clit and flicking his tongue over the bud. he was grinding down against the couch awkwardly cock already hard again grunting into your cunt. 
your eyes rolled back as you came against his face, hips bucking, riding out your orgasm. he didn’t stop until you physically pulled him away, chin shiny and lips pulled in a shy smile. 
“you taste so fucking good,” he looked up at you, leaning in again to lick one more long strip collecting as much slick as he could. you let go of his hair laying back to catch your breath and he stayed between your legs. 
suddenly realizing how badly his wrists hurt pressed into the couch awkwardly beneath him. he sat up, eyes not leaving you, wanting so desperately to grab your hips and fuck his cock into your cunt. 
finally opening your eyes looking up at him, heat in your cheeks and his hair was disheveled, glasses slipping down his nose. he was licking over his lips swiping his sleeve over his chin. 
you sat back up and straddled him again before lifting up to your knees bringing a hand between the both of you grabbing his length and pressing it to your slippery entrance. 
“holy fuck,” haechan groaned, staring down watching his cock slide between your folds. he could cum again just from this but he was determined to feel you wrapped around him. he felt dizzy with each swirl of your hips, your clit was swollen and puffy against his plush head.
“i’ve barely done anything,” you laughed, hearing him let out a strangled gasp when you sat down in one fluid motion. you sighed feeling so full all at once and his cock was so perfect filling you up completely. 
“you’re fucking, holy shit, y/n.” he whined, hands grabbing for you but the chain stopping him from being able to hold your skin. he was squirming beneath you head shaking back and forth eyes closed, lashes fluttering on his cheeks. “fucking tight.” 
“i know, hyuck,” you said, squeezing around him using it as punctuation. you lifted your hips finally moving, letting his cock slide inside of you perfectly. he looked a mess in front of you sweat trailing down his exposed chest and hair scruffy.
your hands slide under his sleeves pushing them down before gripping his shoulders using him for leverage bringing your hips up before slamming back down. his breath was hot and heavy as he leaned up and nuzzled into your chest. his tongue hung out of his mouth like a puppy panting and begging. 
releasing one of his shoulders you reached between you both, yanking the chain that connected his hands pulling on it to lift his hands above his head and push them against the wall pressing into his chest. he looked up at you needy and desperate fists clenching in the air. 
“keep them up,” you commanded, and he could only nod up at you, keeping his arms in place over his hand. this gave you more room to swivel your hips above him. 
“good boy, you feel so good, hyuckie,” you mewled, grinding down on him, clit pressing into his hips. he whimpered at the nickname head lulling back into your chest with a cry. his tongue stuck out again leaving wet strips against your skin he was murmuring against you but you couldn’t tell what he was saying. 
his hips were thrusting upwards, meeting your every move. his hands felt heavy above his head and he urged, to bring them around you trapping you against him but he wasn’t going to break another rule. 
“feel so good. wanna fuck you,” he mouthed against your breast tongue searching for your nipple. 
“you are fucking me,” you breathed, threading a hand through his hair, the head of his cock pressing perfectly deep inside of you. 
“no i- i know,” he paused, slurping lewdly sucking your nipple into his mouth making you gasp. “i want to fuck you.” he repeated his words came out garbled as his tongue swirled around the bud. he looked up at you mischievously batting his lashes. 
“i’m not uncuffing you if that's what you think.” you said sternly gripping his locks and pulling his head from your chest to look down at him while your hips were bucking erratically on top of him. 
“hurts.” 
“good,” you replied with a smile that was quickly replaced with an open mouthed gasp and a tighter grip on his hair. he thrusted up into you, filling you to the brim, your walls squeezing his cock. 
“can i please? been fucking dreaming of your cunt.” he leaned back resting his arms on his head for some relief. “i mean literally,” he paused with a groan eyes moving down from your sticky chest to his cock disappearing into your cunt. “having wet fucking dreams like a loser.”
“you are a loser and a filthy pervert. dreaming about your roommate who you’ve been peeping on it’s fucking disgusting.” he reeled at your words shooting to his cock, squeezing his eyes together fending off the urge to release hot cum inside your tight hole like he had dreamed. 
“tell me your dream.” his eyes opened glazed over with lust and desire looking at you, cheeks red and glasses fully fogged hiding the dilation of his pupils. 
“had you, in my bed.” he paused when you rocked particularly hard against him. “laid down all pretty. fucking sexy, was fucking you so good. you kept crying and crying and wanting more. shit- fucked my cum into your cunt.” his words went straight between your legs stomach tightening as you clenched around his cock before you brought your fingers from his hair to his chest and already to his abused nipples. 
“fuck oh my god you’re gonna make me cum,” he cried hands falling from his head to push against your stomach trying to stop you. 
“you gonna fuck your cum into my cunt?” you teased feeling your own orgasm rushing towards you. he nodded squirming at the feeling doing everything he could to stop himself. but your warm tight heat was sucking him in like a vice, he wanted so badly to bend you over ass up and fuck his cum deep into your cunt until you were full and dripping.
“then do it,” you demanded. he stared at you as if asking for permission eyes glinting up at you with need when you nodded back at him. he wasted no time, his arms moved up and over you trapping you against his sweaty chest, hands splaying over your back and moving down to try and grip at your ass, as his hips sped up beneath you. the new angle allowing him to fill you up deeper, cock hitting you perfectly. skin smacking together moaning in unison as he pounded into you.
“i’m gonna cum, hyuck,” you whined, eyes closed as he stared up at you with determination.
“cum on my cock, fuck. gonna fill you up,” he groaned, his tongue licked against your chest again driving you over the edge with a cry and shaking legs.
“holy shit,” you mewled, letting the pleasure overtake you, grinding down on his hips in return.
“fuck you’re so fucking tight,” he whined, suddenly you not only wanted him to cum but you needed him to. bringing your fingers from his shoulders to tap your fingers down his chest and pinch at his nipples.
“fuck, y/n,” hot breath hitting your neck as he groaned. you were dancing on the edge of over sensitivity.
“cum for me, fill my cunt up, please hyuckie,” you whined, he responded with a moan and jerk of his hips letting his hot cum shoot deep inside of you.
he continued thrusting into you looking down at the white ring forming around the base of his cock as you tried to push at his hips to stop him but he had you pressed against himself. 
“don’t wanna fucking stop, shit,” he groaned as his hips finally slowed the overstimulation spreading down his own body making his toes curl and legs shake. 
you fell against him, head tucking into his neck as you caught your breath. his hands smoothed over your back relaxing you. 
“gimme your hands,” you finally said breaking the silence and he lifted his arms from around you bringing them between you both.
“you take the cameras down tomorrow,” you said sternly and he nodded. you grabbed his hands pressing a button on one cuff to unlock it before doing the other. once his hands were free he brought them back around you, grabbing your ass like he had been wishing to do before lifting you up. 
“shh, let me,” he answered before you could protest. he laid you back against the couch before pulling out staring between your legs watching his cum slide out. he leaned down face to face with your cunt again. his fingers spreading your pussy as he leaned in to lap his own cum from your cunt. you gawked at him watching him lewdly slurp your pussy collecting every drop of your combined juices. 
“you really are disgusting,” he just smirked up at you from between your legs. not moving as he let his tongue roam your cunt again.
“nope,” you said pushing a hand against his head already feeling overstimulated. but he didn’t really care you tasted so good and looked so good from where he sat.
“hyuck, ‘m sensitive,” you whimpered, protests going unnoticed as you squirmed and pulled on his hair.
“just taste so good,” he mumbled, hands reaching to grab your thighs he so desperately wanted to grip earlier. he felt unrestricted this time hands kneading your skin feeling the goosebumps rise.
“too much,” you whined when he suckled your clit into his mouth. he tried to hold back a smile peaking up at you through his frames, eyes shut tight, lip pulled between your teeth, pretty face twisted in pleasure.
he couldn’t get enough lapping at your hole still tasting himself mixing with you. just reaffirming that he had really fucked you it wasn’t some fever dream. he fucked you and made you cum twice and came in your pretty pussy.
“so fucking good. just stay still,” he groaned into you vibrating against your cunt making your legs shake around him.
“so hard, ‘s too much, hyuck,” you whimpered, your other hand had moved up to grip your breast while the other stayed pulling at his locks.
“just one more, baby,” he smiled, leaning back to admire the way your cunt was gushing all over again before settling back placing kisses over your lips and clit. he moved one of the hands holding you down rest just above the action where he was fucking his tongue into you. his fingers swirled over your clit making you whine.
“sound so pretty. even better in person,” he chuckled, the pleasure was bubbling in your stomach all over again.
he watched you shiver knowing you were close he moved his fingers and suctioned his mouth around your clit flicking his tongue over the swollen bud listening to your whine and whimper was music to his ears.
“cum,” he said releasing for a moment before diving back between your legs slurping at your cunt. you couldn’t hold it back legs shivering around his face again, crying into your palm as you came.
“good girl,” he said between licks, he finally pulled away when the tugging on his hair got to be too much. you laid there catching your breath staring up at the ceiling.
“you’re pussy is like the most perfect creation, swear to god,” he said rather seriously taking you from your empty day dream to look over at him admiring the space between your legs. he glanced up at you making quick eye contact before watching your still fluttering hole. your head felt full and foggy but also empty and numb.
“would you sit on my face.”
“no more,” you said sitting up to push him off.
“maybe like tomorrow,” he asked with a smirk.
“shut up,” you groaned moving your legs from around him and rolling off the couch. wobbling on your feet he lifted a hand to slap your ass playfully, you whined cuffs in one hand and toy in the other before walking down the hall. he watched you patter to your room listening for the door. 
“wanna play more zelda,” he called when he got off the couch, legs equally as shaky. 
“yeah in like thirty minutes,” you called back making him smile. 
before long you were both back together on the couch, cleaned up and somewhat put together sitting beside each other sharing his double vanilla yogurt ice cream and bickering back and forth about the gameplay. 
“can i put one in your room?” haechan asked when the conversation had lulled. you sat up staring daggers into him. 
“have you learned nothing?” 
“if i say no will you do that again?” he smirked over at you. 
“god you really are sick in the head.”
“i love it when you’re mean to me,” he said, tilting his head to tease you. 
“probably a little too much don’t you think?” you asked, rolling your eyes and leaning back. 
“a normal amount for a perverted fuck like me,” you laughed at him eyes drifting back to the screen when he unpaused and started to play again. the room was somewhat quiet until he offered you tips and tried to tell you what he was doing in the game. 
your mind was drifting similarly to the way his did earlier. the idea of having him watch you but knowing this time was arousing all over again. you thought to the camera that was still in the room that had recorded the two of you fucking not even an hour earlier. you wondered what it would be like if there was a camera in his room that you could watch. catching him jerking off at his desk or humping his pillow or having a wet dream about god knows what. 
“you can put one in my room but only if i get to put one in your room,” his jaw dropped, not expecting you to agree and add delicious stipulations. 
“are you fucking serious,” he said, as link fell from a sky island to his death. 
“yes, but don’t be weird about it. we’re not making this weird,” you said gesturing between the two of you and whatever this relationship was. “also no watching if there’s someone else involved.”
“deal,” he raised his hand for a shake of agreement, he tried to seem casual but his mind was running a marathon at all the prospects. 
“since you’re being so generous, will you tell me who’s been eating my ice cream?” he said tipping the popsicle stick to you, you laughed over at him. 
“shotaro.” you responded with a glint in your eyes.
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lunarzstarz · 2 years ago
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Jealous
Pairing: Rockstar!EddieMunson x Rockstar!Fem!Reader
Content Warning: NSFW 18+ minors dni, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 you tap it guys!) slight degradation, spanking, edging/denial, slight humiliation?? slightly proofread
Summary: Eddie finally figures out why you've been acting like such a bitch towards him and won't stop until you finally admit it to him (or Eddie fucking you till you admit you're jealous of him getting with other girls (I'm so shit at summaries bye)
A/N: based off of this ask, been meaning to write some rockstar!eddie for a while so I just had to write this, not sure how I feel about it yet, but hope you guys like it!
Also for those asking about the link to the audio mentioned in the original ask here you go: https://soundgasm.net/u/misterblissful/M4F-Its-Not-About-The-Party
(btw I'm making an Eddie Munson taglist so if you're interested just lmk AND TYSM FOR 1K+ FOLLOWERS WHAT?!)
As always, likes, comments and reblogs are very much appreciated <3
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You had just finished your third encore, the crowd chanting and cheering as you made your way off stage, the rest of the band following, all of you high off that post show buzz. The boys are still shouting and laughing behind you as you head backstage, exhausted after putting on one of your best performances yet. 
Opening the door that had a “Corroded Coffin” sign stuck to it, you’re met with a room filled with a handful of girls, all clad in leather and red lipstick, girls that you noticed the boys had been eyeing up all night, especially Eddie. It was routine for him to pick his favourites and invite them backstage after the show, new girls every night so he could let out some of that adrenaline. 
The girls stare as the rest of the band follow you inside, each of you taking a seat on the beaten up leather couches that were scattered around the room. Eddie sits facing you, already pulling one of the girls into his lap as she congratulates him on such a good show, practically shoving her tits in his face. You fight not to roll your eyes as he thanks her, he really couldn’t care less about what she had to say, cutting off her rambling by shoving his tongue down her throat, she wasn’t gonna protest. 
“Definitely one of our best, the crowd was insane!” Gareth says, lighting up a post show joint, taking a seat on the opposite end of the couch, one of the girls making their way over to him. 
You think about biting your tongue, but when the girl practically started moaning as Eddie groped her, you couldn’t help yourself. “Hmm I don’t know…” you sigh, chipping away at your nail polish. 
Eddie pulls away from the girl, snapping his head in your direction “Here she goes, what now?” 
You hear Gareth and Jeff groan, they knew what was about to happen, it always did after a show. “I don’t know, just think you sounded a bit…pitchy is all” you lie. Eddie played and sang perfectly tonight, you all did, but you knew that commenting on his performance would get under his skin, it always did, maybe even bruise his ego a little. 
He laughs, no humour behind it “pitchy?” 
“Yeah, pitchy” you glare at him “Sounded like you were dying on the fifth song, just saying…” 
“Yeah? Well you were out of tune the whole night, don’t see me commenting on that or the fact you weren’t in time with the band for half the songs” he snaps.
“Me? Your the one who fucked up your solo and-” 
“Right, guys can we not do this tonight? Heads fucking killing me” Gareth groans, sinking further into is seat. 
“No, no, if she has something to say she can say it!” Eddie says, pushing the girl off his lap, she huffs, sulking in her seat, shooting daggers at you for interfering with her fun. 
“Well all I’m saying is it can’t be that hard to sing a few songs” you roll your eyes at him and he scoffs.
“And all I’m saying is, is it that fucking hard to not be a bitch after every show!” He starts raising his voice.
“I’m a bitch? Well you’re a shit singer and a dick, I was only giving you constructive criticism” you shout right back, getting up to leave.
“I’ll give you constructive criticism-” he stands with you and Jeff grabs him.
“Sit down! The both of you need to chill out” he said, sounding exasperated. You and Eddie stare at each other, blood boiling, looking ready to tear one another apart any second now. 
“What is your fucking deal?” Eddie spat, getting in your face this time.
“My deal? My deal is you don’t care about this band or putting on a good show, all you care about getting your dick wet and fucking whores after shows!” You spat right back at him, you weren’t afraid to fight.
Eddie said nothing, but it was like a lightbulb went off in his mind as he stared down at you, his gaze darkening. Jeff urged you back into your seats, Eddie still watching you intently. “Now can I trust you not to rip each other’s throats out while I go call Steph?” Jeff asks, standing between the two, scolding you like children.
The silence was a good enough answer as he disappeared out back to call his girlfriend. You sat back in your seat, lighting up a cigarette, puffing on it angrily, the only thing filling the quiet was the music playing over the staticy speakers and the sound of Eddie’s lips smacking against the girl's neck. 
You couldn’t help but spare a glance at them. She was straddling his lap at this point, his hands gripping at her waist as he attacked her neck. He makes eye contact with you as he slides his hand up her skirt. You swallow hard, tearing your eyes away, if you didn’t leave now he’d probably fuck her in front of you too. 
“I’m going to the bathroom” you announce bluntly, not caring if anyone acknowledged as you stubbed out your cigarette and left. You couldn’t stand to sit there and watch Eddie be with that girl, it was the same every night, girls, girls, girls. He clearly couldn’t get enough of them and most of the time you had no other choice to watch. 
You walk down the corridor, earning a few compliments on your performance from the stage crew on your way. You head into the small bathroom and lock the door. The fluorescent lights flickered above you as you took in your reflection. Hair a bit dishevelled and eyeliner smudged after hours of performing, you sigh, doing your best to fix it.
Checking the time, it was still quite early considering it was a show night, but maybe you should just head back to the hotel? There wasn’t much to do here, you could maybe head out to the bar for a few hours, find yourself someone for the night, but you didn’t feel like it.
You were raking your fingers through your hair, trying to tame it in some way when there was banging on the door “Occupied!” you called, hoping whoever it was would leave. They banged again, harder this time “Hey I said-” 
“It’s me” Eddie’s voice came from the other side. 
“So? I’m busy, go away” you ignore him, going back to fixing your lipstick. 
“Just open the fucking door” he snaps, jiggling he handle. 
You sigh, turning the lock and swinging the door open “What?” He doesn’t give you a second to move before he’s pushing his way inside, almost knocking you over. “Jesus- let me out first!” You shove him, but he locks the door behind himself and blocks you from leaving.
“Let me out you creep!” You push him again but he wouldn’t budge.
“No.” He says, crossing his arms.
“No?” You scoff at him “Eddie get the fuck out of my way.”
“No, not until you admit you’re jealous.”
You look at him, confused “jealous?”
“That’s right” he stands up straighter. 
“Why would I be jealous?” You mirror his stance, keeping up your act.
“I don’t know” he takes a step towards you “I think you’re jealous of me fucking other girls, think you want me all to yourself.”
You step back, though there wasn’t much more you could move, your back hitting the sink “Please..” you sneer, diverting your eyes to the tiled floor.
“No need to beg for it sweetheart” he takes another step closer, placing his arms on either side of the sink, caging you in as he towered over you.
You could feel his smokey breath on your neck as he leaned down “Just admit it and I’ll let you go.”
You took a deep breath, bringing yourself to look up at him, the way he was looking at you, it took everything not to give up your act. “I’m. Not. Jealous.”
He laughs “fine, don’t want to admit it?” he grabs your waist and forces you to turn around.
“Eddie what the-“ he gripped your chin, making you meet his gaze in the mirror.
“Sooner you admit it, sooner you can go” he says, moving your hair out of the way, watching your reflection as he lowers his mouth to your neck. Before you can object, even if you didn’t want to, you feel his teeth grazing over your sensitive skin, tugging it between his lips and soothing his tongue over each bite. 
You hold back from letting any sounds escape, you weren’t giving into him that easily, even if it did feel great. You watch as his hand loosens its grip on your chin, sliding over the expanse of your throat, down to your chest, cupping at your tits through the thin fabric of your tight dress. 
A small sound bubbles in your throat as he pinches your nipples and sucks on that sweet spot behind your ear, you feel him smirk against your skin. “What was that?” he mutters, breath tickling your neck. 
He lets his free hand wander down over your chest and stomach, to the hem of your dress, lifting it up round your waist. You feel his fingers press on the damp fabric of your underwear, dragging them up over your clit.
You bite back a moan, eyes fluttering shut. He pulls away, landing a hard smack to your ass causing you to hiss and buckle forward. You glare at his reflection.
“Want you to watch yourself while I fuck you” he says, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your underwear and dragging them down your legs till they fall around your ankles. 
He stared down at your bare cunt, knocking your legs wider so he could spread you open. He makes eye contact with you as he glides his fingers through your slick “this for me?”
“A-as if” you say, a little breathless, he smiles.
He starts to undo his belt and jeans, you listen to the clinking as he pulls them down his thighs, taking out his cock and stroking himself “See what you do to me? I can admit I want to fuck you, it’s not hard.”
“I don’t want to fuck you” you say through gritted teeth, feeling his hand run through your folds. 
“No? Then why aren’t you stopping me?” He pushes you forward, forcing you to lean on your elbows as he positions himself behind you. “I think this is what you wanted all along, isn't it. Want me to fuck the truth out of you?”
Your silence is all the answer he needs. He grabs your hips, letting a glob of his spit drop onto your folds, grabbing himself by the base to slide his head through it.
You whine, grip tightening on the porcelain, his smug smile only grows as he pushes the tip of his cock into you. You couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped you as you felt him stretching you out, your eyes screwing shut.
He stops, landing another smack to your ass “hey, told you I wanted to you watch” his voice stern.
You force yourself to look at him again as he pushes the rest of his length into you, making you feel impossibly full. “Now I’ll give you one more chance to confess.” 
You stare at his reflection, you hated that he was right, but you weren’t letting him win this time. Admitting to Eddie that the reason you’d been a bitch to him was just because you wanted to fuck him, he’d never let you live it down. “I’m not jealous.” 
“Fine” he sighs, pulling all the way before slamming right back into you. You practically squeal, rushing to cover your mouth with the palm of your hand. Eddie tsks, grabbing both of your wrists and holding your arms behind your back with one hand. 
“Want you to hear how pathetic you sound when I’m fucking you on my cock” he grunts, starting his fast pace, using his grip on your wrists as leverage. You could do nothing but fall into submission, the feeling of him so deep inside, dragging over all those perfect spots, it made you a mess in seconds. 
You watch the two of you in the mirror, Eddie has his lip tucked between his teeth, watching himself fuck into, while you unravel beneath him. “Poor things pulling me in, been neglected for so long hasn’t she” he face pouts at your reflection, you can do nothing but whimper in response, the room filling with the wet sounds of your slick.  
Your whole body was on fire, your arms beginning to ache as he pinned them back. “Fuck- you feel fucking amazing, better than all my whores huh?” he taunts, watching you try so hard to keep your eyes on him. “Bet you knew you were better, bet that's why you were jealous, jealous that they had all my attention and not you?” 
You weren’t giving in. He let go of your wrists, bringing up one of your knees to rest against the sink, hitting you at a new angle that drove you crazy. Pleasure shot through your core, building fast, you collapsed onto the counter, forehead resting against the cool porcelain. Another hard slap to your ass had you rocking back into him. 
“Thought I told you to watch? Pick your head up” he orders, but you can’t, you were so close already, you’d felt like you lost control over your body. 
“I- I can’t” you pant, huffing in defeat, gripping onto the sink so hard your knuckles turned white.
He laced his fingers through your hair, tugging on it harshly, the burn making you moan “Got to do everything for you huh? You that fucking dumb?” you shake your head in response. 
“P-please Eddie- I’m-” you couldn’t finish a sentence, your head was spinning, the knot in your stomach tightening. 
“Please what? You gonna cum?” he asks, reaching around you to rub your clit. 
“Fuck! Please Eddie, please” you beg, feeling yourself approaching the edge of your release. 
“No, not until you admit you wanted this, that you’re oh fuck- not until you admit you’re jealous” he brings you right to the edge, losing it when he feels your walls tightening around him “Don’t you fucking dare cum.” 
Hot tears were streaming down your cheeks from the intensity of it all “P-please I need to-” 
“All you gotta do is admit it, better hurry, so fuckin’ close I’ll cum in you and leave you here to help yourself out” he hisses, he’d been holding off long enough. 
You couldn’t hold on any longer, the ache between your legs growing, you needed your release. Swallowing your pride you make eye contact with him “I-’m sorry for being such a- oh shit-” 
“Come on you can do it, I’m so close baby come on” Eddie was also losing it, watching you fall apart. 
“For being s-such a bitch, I was- I was jealous” you whine, no longer able to keep yourself up. 
“Apology accepted” Eddie grips your hips, pounding into you at a brutal pace “You can cum.” 
You finally let go of all that tension, crying a mantra of his name as you cum, listening to Eddie curse behind you as he empties his load inside of you. “Jesus- fucking- christ-” He pumps into you a few more times, making sure you took every last drop. 
You lay resting against the sink, breathing uneven and legs weak. You feel Eddie pull out, fixing your underwear in place to keep his release inside of you, pulling your dress back down. “Got anything to say about that performance?” he teases, soothing a hand over your back, you groan in response, he laughs. 
“Maybe next time you can be a big girl and come tell me what you want from me instead of being such a brat about it.”
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puppyplayhouse · 6 months ago
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Hybrid owner Chan getting sick of your attitude!
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Warnings: CNC sort of, forced oral (Chan receiving), degrading, riding, manipulation (?), sort of forced creampie, implied multiple rounds. Filth! Absolute filth.
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You've been so cranky the past week. He'd offer you something, you'd reject it. He'd take you somewhere, you'd sulk the whole time. Even when he tried to be affectionate, you were growling at him. He could usually grin and bear it. He could usually lead with patience, understanding that Hybrids didn't communicate the same way humans did.
You usually weren't such an asshole.
It's 2am by the time he gets in from the studio, and you're sitting on the couch with the volume up loud on a cartoon he couldn't care enough to take interest in. The fact that you had a staggered sleep schedule never bothered him until you decided his rules were no longer to your liking.
"Can you turn that down, please?" He asked as calm as he could, stiffling that bite that dared enter his tone as you ignored him. "Are you listening to me?" He hears you scoff and its enough for him to snap, growling his own threat as he makes his way to the couch, right hand finding your hair and tugging your head back to force eye contact as he stared down at you with narrowed eyes.
"This fucking attitude isn't very flattering on you." He's not speaking to you so much as at you, and he tugs harder at your hair when your mouth opens to speak what he assumes will be a snarky comment in return. "Don't you fucking dare talking back to me."
He shoves you forward and walks around to the front of the couch, yanking your arm to pull you down onto the floor before sitting, shaking his head in disapproval as you settle between his spread thighs. He's quick to work the zipper of his pants down, his cock shoved into your mouth within seconds leaving you no time to think about what was happening if you wanted to avoid choking violently on your own saliva.
"All fucking week you've been acting like some fucking stray. I do everything for you and all I fucking ask is for you to act like you know how to behaviour around people." He's holding your head down as he speaks, your nose pressed firmly against his abdomen sending a subtle rush of fear to your stomach. "Can't even fucking do that, can you?"
He waits for you to try and push away from him before he lets you up at all, still keeping you trapped on his cock but with just enough room to catch your breath. He can tell your mind is going empty the more pliant you become, struggling less as he harshly thrusts his cock down your throat. It's guaranteed that you won't be able to speak easily tomorrow, and maybe that's for the best.
"You wanna act like a bitch, yeah?" It's not really a question, and he laughs as you stare up at him with watery eyes and saliva streaking your chin. You look completely clueless, watching him pat his thigh as an unspoken signal for you to climb into his lap, which you follow, yelping as he grabs at your thighs and tugs your panties to the side, no remorse tinting his voice as his cock is shoved into your admittedly dripping hole. "You wanna act like a bitch so I'm gonna fucking treat you like one."
He doesn't even allow you to set the pace, holding your hips in place to allow just enough room for him to thrust up into you. He fills you in all the right ways, and the subtle burn from the lack of preparation just pushes you further into the mind-numbing pleasure he forces on you. It would be impossible for you to speak even if you wanted to, your tongue poking out of your mouth as you pant, truly embodying the word 'desperation' in a way that made him smirk dangerously.
"Filthy little mutt. Needed your owner to fuck the attitude out of you, yeah? Is my dumb slut that desperate for cock?"
You nod eagerly, moaning at his cruelty as your hands gripped at the fabric of his shirt.
"Fucking pathetic. Gonna have to fill you up with the way your cunt is gripping me."
Your eyes widened with panic, having never experienced such a thing with him before. You really do try to voice your concern, but his fingers sliding into your mouth make it so difficult to think, and you know it won't make a difference. It's too easy to just take what he gives you and worry about the consequences later.
"That's it, Pup. Take it all." He groans into your neck as he thrusts, only lasting a minute or so before he's cumming inside you, the overflow dripping down between your bodies.
You take a few minutes to gain a little sanity back before trying to move, only to be stopped by his firm grip.
"You don't think I'm done yet, do you?"
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