#this has been on my mind since friday night so much that i was so close to go online again and delete the comment
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stars for you | JJK
part of the Between Us or Them drabble series
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lowkey got confused with planetarium and observatory...bare with me <3...enjoy !
Koo đ: You look pretty in that sweater
You hear the gentle buzz of your phone and look down at your screen to read his message before looking up in his direction. His friends are sat around him conversating as he stares at his phone nonchalantly.
A grin appears on your face as you pick up your phone to reply when your actions are interrupted, âWhat about you, Y/N?â Jimin says as he, along with Eunwoo and Areum, are staring at you for a reply.
âSorry, what?â you put your phone back down and give them your full attention, âHe was asking if youâre coming with us to the country club later tonight,â Areum fills you in and you remember.
The country club that you basically grew up in along with Jimin, Areum, and Eunwoo, was going to be holding a small dinner event for the richest members as a thank you since they were their biggest spenders. Jimin and Areum were set on going because who could say no to free food and liquor. Eunwoo on the other hand didnât care for going much, but if his friends were going then he didnât really mind it.
âUgh, I donât know,â you say and look across the room when you hear and see Jungkook laugh at something his friend said. Your favorite sound, really.
âMy parents and brother are going but I just wanted to spend my Friday night watching some movies,â you reply and Eunwoo nods while Jimin and Areum stare at each other.
âY/N, when was the last time we had access to free booze?â Jimin tries to persuey you and frankly, thatâs his weakest point.
âForget the booze-Y/N you donât hang out with us much anymore,â Areum adds and Eunwoo says, âI donât want to force you to come with us but the last time you came out was last week when we basically forced you out of your room. Everything okay?â
You remember that night. Jungkook was half naked and hiding in your closet as your three friends walked into your room demanding you go out with them for dinner.
âIâm completely fine, guys,â you say with a gentle smile and they are stare blankly at you, âReally! Iâve just been enjoying my quiet lately,â You add and they sigh at your response.
âOkay but youâre coming with us next week,â Jimin says and turns back around in his desk along with Areum while Eunwoo shrugs next to you.
âWhat are we doing next week?â you say and Areum replies, âI donât know but weâre going out with us,â you and Eunwoo chuckle at that.
âAre you gonna need a ride home?â Eunwoo asks as the professor finishes up his sentence and dismisses the class. Jimin and Areum already packed up and waiting for you two, eager to get out of the classroom.
âNo, I need to go to Mr. Yoonâs office hours and ask about the packet he handed out last week,â you bluff and the three nod, âWeâre going over to Jiminâs after if you want to join us or you need a ride,â Areum says and you nod before Eunwoo zips up his backpack and the group walk out the door.
After a while, you place your last pen in your backpackâs small pocket. You feel warm hands around your waist and flinch before turning to see who it was and quickly calm down when you see the face youâve woken up to just this morning.
âHi pretty girl,â he says and you look around to the now almost empty classroom, save for four of five students who were still packing.
âKoo!â you wrap your arms around his neck and his arms, like second nature, wrap around your waist. He places a gentle kiss on your neck and takes a small step back to take a look at you. Thereâs nothing but love in his eyes. The emotion heâs only ever held for you.
âI want to take you somewhere,â he says and you step away from his embrace gently and turn to grab your backpack.
âOh? Where are we going?â You say and turn back to him to see a smile on his face that you just know so well. He has something planned.
âYouâll see,â he says and intertwined your hands together before stepping out of the class, taking a moment to assure that neither of your friend groups were near, and making his way to the schoolâs parking lot.
You both walk to his car and he follows you to the passengerâs side before opening the door for you and quickly making his way to the drivers side with a smile.
âKoo seriously where are we going?â Thereâs a gentle chuckle in your words as he starts the engine and only looks at you with a smile.
âRelax pretty,â he throws both your backpacks in the backseat and you give up. It wouldnât be the first time Jungkook does something for you and it certainly would not be the last. His surprises always found a way to make you smile the way nobody else could. The last time he surprised you, you ended the night with a promise ring on your pretty manicured hand, and hickeys all over your body.
He safely makes his way out of the student parking lot when you plug in your phone and Tip Toe by HYBS starts playing softly in the background. Jungkookâs hand on your thigh with your hand above his just enjoying his touch.
The weather was gloomy but it was okay because it was your favorite weather. It made you want to wrap yourself in a ton of blankets and watch your comfort films all day.
With Jungkookâs gentle hum to the song you find yourself at ease.
Nunu đ¤: We bought some of those Japanese jelly snacks you like if you want to come over?
Me: Are you really bribing me with sweets?
Nunuđ¤: Is it working?
Me: No đĽ°Â Have fun with Jimin and Areum
Nunuđ¤: đĽ˛
âWeâre here,â you donât realize how much time has passed until you look up and seeâŚanother school?
âWhere are we?â You unbuckle your seatbelt and Jungkook makes no effort to reply. He simply gets out of the car and goes to your side to open the door for you.
He gently takes your hand to help you get down. As your fingers pat your skirt down he smiles and says, âA friend owes me a favor,â without another word he takes your hand and starts walking you towards a building on a campus you donât recognize.
âJaykay!â A tall blond man yells from afar and Jungkook waves back, âThatâs Taemin,â he says to you and soon you both are face to face with said Taemin.
âYou must be Y/N,â you smile and nod before extending you hand out to him, âYes and youâre Taemin,â he nods.
âJungkook speaks of you a ton during Overwatch matches itâs insane. You know one time while in the middle of a game he left because you texted him-â
âTaemin, we should get moving, right?â Jungkook interrupted and clears his throat with a flushed face. Taemin simply laughs and nudges his shoulder before walking away, without another word, and you two following behind. He swipes his card on the badge reader and opens the door for you three.
âRight through here,â Taemin walks you two towards a door in a hallway filled with stars and astronomy facts along with encouraging posters to study.
âYou said an hour but I signed up for an hour and a half,â Taemin smiles at you with a wink when Jungkook thanks him, daps him up, and shoos him away playfully.
âKoo what is this?â There was no one else in the hallway and it was quiet. It was a peaceful quiet thought. The hallway proved to be calming with the gentle lights and glowing star stickers.
âDo you remember what I told you on our first official date?â
âThat you liked me a lot but if I made you microwave the chocolate again you would have to make me do the chocolate covered strawberries by myself?â You playfully reply and he chuckles.
âNo, pretty. The other thing,â
âThat youâd give me the stars and planets if you could,â you remember how he said those words to you that night and how you felt the butterflies in your tummy go wild.
âUnfortunately, I canât literally give them to you in this lifetime butâŚI got you something close,â and with that he opens the door and leads you in.
Youâre confused at the dark room for a second until you see it. The layout of the universe and stars displayed on the ceiling for you.
You look around the room at the hundred empty seats, âI got Taemin to reserve me his schoolâs observatory since ours was booked for the next month,â he says and you feel the tears form at the bottom of your eyes.
âHappy 5 months my love,â his chest is to your back as he hugs you and your body fills with warmth. Quickly you turn around so youâre facing him and squeal before kissing him like heâs your entire life. Genuinely, because he is.
He became your support system and someone you always felt safe and loved with. So what if your relationship was private? Youâd rather have these simple and loving moments with Jungkook than worry about your friends asking why youâre dating someone like Jungkook who doesnât share much experience in your lifestyle.
âBaby, I love you,â you say against his lips.
âI love you,â he replies and takes your hand before walking you to the nearest seat and allowing you to sit first before he takes the seat next to yours.
His arm is quick to go behind your seat and you follow by leaning on him as you stare at the moving stars and planets.
âThank you so much for this Koo,â you say looking at all the colors. The stars reflecting in your eyes in amazement and awe.
âIâd do anything for you, baby,â from behind, Jungkook takes hold of your face and turns you to face him, âAnd I know we said we werenât gonna gift each other anything butâŚâ
âKoo-no! I didnât get you anything!â You whine as he pulls out a small box. A deck of cardsâŚ?
âFor you my love,â your confused as you take the box and look at him and heâs nudges you to open it so you do.
Pulling out the deck of cards the first one is painted all black with writing in white paint.
âThough there are endless reasons for my love for you, hereâs 52 simple reasons why I love youâ
âKoo!â You place them against your chest and feel the sting in your eyes. His smile is gentle as he pulls you in for a kiss on the forehead and a hug right after.
âI kind of had the idea a long time ago but thought it was too corny,â he says, âand then I remembered itâs you and you liked corny things so,â he playfully finishes and you nudge him as you lean back on him and read through a couple and feel like crying from joy.
You put the deck back down and put focus back on the scenery displayed all around.
âOh right,â Jungkook says more to himself as he pulls out his phone and does something with it.
Suddenly âThrough the Nightâ by IU is being played throughout the entire room at an appropriate volume. Just enough so you and Jungkook could still speak and hear one another.
You chuckle.
âReally?â
âWhat?â
âThis is the same song we danced to in the middle of the night like 3 months ago. I didnât even know you knew the name of this song,â you explain and he chuckled.
âYeah I have all the songs youâve ever played or recommended to me in a playlist,â
âYou do?â
He nods and you swear it. You swear you found your soulmate. His hand extends and he says, âWould you like to dance under the stars?â
Your laugh is gentle as you place your hand in his and you both sway to the love song with nothing but adoration for one another. His eyes never leaving your face.
He never wants to leave this moment. If he could, heâd freeze time just to stay here in this exact place in time with you. He loves you so much. Itâs something that he knows for a fact will never change.
#jeon jungkook#jungkook x reader#jeon jungkook x reader#jungkook fic#jungkook fluff#jungkook x oc#jungkook imagine#bts
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When proofreading the journal (on friday night) i commented on one slightly sexist and outdated term to be replaced by a neutral and more inclusive term. I've been having nightmares because of this
#like I'm sure no one is even gonna read my comments at all#i usually tend to get ignored#but in my mind my colleague/superior/ the journalist who wrote that article is now considering me his arch enemy#and i will be branded as the difficult female newbie who's incompetent but has the audacity to comment on his word choice#because this is journalism and the texts need to be a bit provocative but actually this term is obviously in no way negatively connotated#and he gets to choose the words for the texts he writes and i should shut my stupid mouth#and leave him alone#and obviously everyone is going to agree with him because who the fuck cares about gender equality or inclusive language#i simply have no idea how this business works and all the urologists will hate us if the texts are more carefully formulated#this has been on my mind since friday night so much that i was so close to go online again and delete the comment#but i keep thinking i shouldn't let my fear of being branded as difficult and petty prevent me from giving my opinion on this?#because it Is bothering me quite a bit and i simply made a suggestion. if he decides to call me out for it i can explain#my reasoning and tell him to ignore it of he doesn't like it. it's not my journal after all so i merely make suggestions#ugh i hate work#i also considered working another 2 hours today so tomorrow will go more smoothly but i don't wanna work on the weekend#i should set boundaries where i can or else I'll end up burned out again just like it was with university#i need to stop giving a fuck about work anyway#i don't get paid enough to care lol#void screams
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Sit Still・đŚšÂ°â§
âgif credit: not mine!! i can't remember where i found it but if i can find it again or the owner comments, ill add their username <3
logan howlett x fem!reader
cw: cockwarming (sorta?), innocence kink, p in v, logan attempts to teach reader how to ride.
a/n: apologies for this being so short but chapter two of bewitched should be out friday or saturday! also i'll be responding to some requests soon too in case i spam lmao
"a-are you sure 'bout this, lo?"
your timid voice echos around the bedroom, capturing logan's attention again. he's been dreaming for months of this sight in front of him; you sitting pretty in his lap, only wearing a pink lacy bra and a pair of matching panties.
"you want me to make you feel good, right sweetheart?"
a small sigh escapes you as you attempt to grind onto him again. logan places his large hands on your waist to stop you from wiggling around. he knows you can't help it, you're still new to this after all.
it started a month ago when you and logan were left alone together in the mansion. everyone was on a field trip a couple hours away. you were recovering from a cold and logan simply didn't want to chaperone. instead, he offered to stay back with you.
late one evening, he came in to check on you and ask if there was anything you needed. that's when you asked him the question that nearly killed him, 'will you take my virginity?' you didn't see a problem with it. the two of you weren't strangers, you trusted logan, and he obviously has experience since he's much older than you.
ever since that night, you two have been going at it like rabbits. tonight, logan promised to help you get used to being on top. more importantly, training you to take him from this angle.
"c'mon, baby..." he coos with one hand on your hip and the other holding a cigar to his lips. "do it just like i told ya'."
swiftly, logan removes the rest of the material between the two of you before resting back against the mattress. anxiously, you line him up to your entrance and slowly sink down until you're sat fully on his lap again.
"nice 'n slow for me, sweetheart. that's it, stay still..." logan hums, lost in your tight, wet heat. he can hear every little noise coming from your lips. "atta girl."
it's a struggle to take all of him at once. you can feel him deep in your gut, nudging that sweet spot inside of you. logan can tell that your nerves are still tangled in knots, practically strangling his cock.
"lo, i c-can't do it." you huff, upset at yourself. "too full to move."
"poor fuckin' baby." logan teases with faux sympathy. "how 'bout we try something else for now?"
too caught up with the soft grind of his hips, you nod your head mindlessly to his proposal. logan brings his thumb to his lips, replacing the cigar which is now back on the nightstand. he sits up, making you whimper as he does so. you lean forward to capture his lips with your own, whispering how badly you needed him to just fuck you himself. instead, logan's got something else in mind.
"ah!" you gasp as he starts to rub your button with the wet pad of thumb. "f-fuck, right there..."
the soft rocking of your hips makes your toes curl and fingers pull at his little kitten tuffs. logan's mouth moves south to your chest. one nipple in his mouth then the other until both are swollen and kiss bitten. vibrations pour from his mouth as he groans at the tight squeezing of your cunt around his girth.
"ah-ah." he tsks, hand coming up to grip your jaw, pinching your cheeks together gently. "what did i say 'bout staying still?"
"s-sorry, lo.." you whimper voice muffled by your squished pouty lips.
despite having incredible stamina, logan was ready to release just from looking at your pretty face. he never been this close to cumming so soon but feeling you tense around him and wiggle in his lap made his head spin. all of this movement from only his thumb drawing circles.
"christ..." he grunts in your ear, moving faster now and with more pressure. "you're tryin' a kill me, sweetheart."
all logan gets in response is incoherent babbles of 'don't stop' and 'please, please, please'. he knows you are close when you claw at his back and start to bounce on him little by little, just enough to make you see stars. it all feels too much yet not enough at the same time. logan's circles start to get sloppy as he approaches his high too.
"l-logan!" you squeal, heavy eyes trying to focus on his face. "wanna feel you..."
in a rush, logan picks up the pace, torturing your button with his thumb. a loud moan falls from your lips, trying to wiggle out of logan's grip as your orgasm washes over you with intense euphoria. logan growls in your neck from your tight fucking grip on his cock, pumping his load inside of your walls. some of it spilling out of you and drenching the sheets.
the two of you catch your breath in silence for a moment. your nails scratch his scalp softly while logan pulls you down to kiss him. after a second, you move back, smiling down at him in a way that makes him harden again.
"thought you were gonna show me how to ride?" you tease.
logan shoots you a cocky eyebrow raise before leaning back again, one hand on your hip and the other returning to his cigar on the night stand.
"alright, baby..." he chuckles, re-lighting the cigar and paying little attention to the roll of your hips. "let me see what you got."
#logan howlett x reader#wolverine x reader#logan howlett#james logan howlett#wolverine#deadpool and wolverine#logan howlett smut#wolverine smut#hugh jackman wolverine#wolverine angst#logan howlett fluff#logan howlett angst#logan howlett imagine#logan howlett fanfiction#logan x reader#logan wolverine#old man logan#wolverine fluff#wolverine one shot#wolverine x oc#the wolverine#x men#x men wolverine#marvel cinematic universe#marvel#mcu#marvel mcu#hugh jackman#old man!logan#old man logan x reader
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PARADIGM
m reader x yunjin // 19k words
Letâs get one thing straight: itâs incredibly difficult to get a good read on Huh Yunjin.Â
Goes without saying, sheâs the girl that everyone wants. Exuberant on a vibe thatâs very easy to fall into whenever she steps foot into the room; anyone within less than a three feet radius can notice it at first glance.Â
Youâre bumping shoulder to shoulder with friends around the table -Â having a good laugh over lunch while sheâs passing by with the slightest bit of eye contact with you and, fuck.Â
(Yeah, thatâs usually how all good stories start.)Â
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One big question that people would ask: how did all of this come to be in the first place with you and Yunjin?
You see, itâs kind of a long story.Â
(Technically, not really.)
Itâs your fourth year of college. Not counting the additional fifth year because of some loose ends coursewise; youâre near the finish line, nonetheless.Â
Kazuha has been your roommate and close friend since the second year. She met you by random chance during orientation the first year but didnât actually build a sense of closeness until you and her shared two classes together in between. Since she sat next to you in the lecture hall that first day of the new semester, sheâs tagged along with you in the dining hall, the library, in some club activities that you were the plus one in, a few scattered parties here or there, and occasionally times where youâre nursing Kazuha for having one too many drinks.Â
In some ways, sheâs the opposite of your ideal paradigm, or at least how you want things to be in the fast-paced style of college.Â
Itâs through Kazuha where you meet Sakura. The first impression of her in comparison to Kauzha is that Sakuraâs the kind of girl who knows exactly what she wants in her life. Sheâs foot to the floor, no bullshit type of deal. You donât really have any classes with her specifically since sheâs busy down in the fashion part of campus, but drops by to chill with you and Kazuha in between her long hours of sketching and crocheting. To Sakuraâs credit also, sheâs the one who roped in Kazuha on the party side of things, always coming over on Friday nights to pick her up and giving you some sort of codename through text to signify that Kazuha royally fucked herself over and needs a designated driver, or another word to let you know that sheâs getting her legs split open by some guy that they met at the club.Â
(Youâve dealt with it for so long since the first time, itâs basically kind of the norm when she brings over her boytoys while youâre also in the house. Some of the guys are nice, and one of them was actually one of your classmates - so, that was a bit weird for a short while.)
Moving forward,Â
Itâs lunch, probably on a Tuesday or Wednesday; your mind was already plagued with the bombardment of assignments and extracurriculars filling up your calendar. Kazuha and a few others in your circle are beating the dry autumn heat by taking refuge in the student center, occupying one of the conversation spots debating over something stupid. One of your friends tells you to dish your opinion and you tell them that youâre too checked out to even listen to the topic that theyâre discussing. Now that weâve got that sorted, can you guys let me put my head back down? You plead, earning a few laughs and a shoulder rub from Kazuha sitting next to you.Â
âHave you eaten yet?â Kazuha asks you, sitting up to grab your nearly empty water bottle. âGod, it even sounds unnatural for me to be worried for you.âÂ
âI had like-â you say, chugging down the bottle, letting the plastic crunch around your hand, â-a big breakfast, and Iâm just tired. Thank you for asking.âÂ
Kazuha gives you a light shove while you let out a small laugh, acting like the blowback was gonna have you fall off the table. She hates how much you fake things with her, but itâs not her fault how unbelievably gullible sheâs made herself to be. âThis is exactly why youâre not dating material.âÂ
Another one of your friends sitting chimes in, âThatâs a little rude coming from you, Kazuha.âÂ
âI didnât mean it like that!â she refutes, hands up to proclaim her innocence. âYou guys should be the one to press him since he almost skipped class this morning.âÂ
âOnly because I overslept from the night before doing an assignment that took way longer than I expected.â You state your case, reaching in your bag for a small ziploc of cookies, sliding it over to your classmate sitting on the opposite end of the corner. âAnd are we not gonna talk about how Kazuha slept with one of the people in my accounting class?âÂ
âYeah, what the hell is all that about Zu?â Jisun asks suddenly, sitting next to Kazuha on the left side, âSince when have you been sleeping with guys on a weekend basis?âÂ
âEver since Sakura brought her out clubbing one Friday night,â you butt in, fingers to your temple and elbow on the table, reminiscing on the memories like some war flashback, âYou guys should see what it's like back at the apartment.âÂ
âWhat was the initial reaction to seeing your classmate from accounting?â someone at the table asks, âGod, that must be like, so weird to see them walking down the hallway.âÂ
âBelieve me,â you breathe, not sure whether to be shocked or disappointed at the memory, âI talked to him on the way out the next morning and he asked me about our next lecture.â Kazuha bumps your shoulder to let you know that she was in on the conversation that morning after, âAt least he has his priorities straight after the one night stand.âÂ
Kazuha's face cringes out towards the group which makes everyone laugh, including you. One of the other table members joke about this story of someone doing the walk of shame after getting caught in the science building by security, discreetly pointing them out since they walked by on the opposite end of the walkway. The way they had their hoodie up covering their face in public, canât help but feel bad for them.Â
At the same time, two girls walk towards your table, on the edge. One of them was slightly taller than the other with a different hair color as well. Your attention was focused on the taller person, who had a prep school type of vibe in their appearance. She was wearing a plaid skirt, high socks with stilettos, one earbud on while sheâs looking over to her friend talking about something - not wanting to wonder what theyâre talking about.Â
Itâs when she looks out to the windows behind your table, where thereâs this weird feeling in you that shifts the balance of the universe it seems like. Nothing ever in your life makes you stop and wonder if the next day would be your last, but in this case - well, the only case, where a girl crosses your path and makes you lose every bit of composure built up in a matter of seconds.Â
This girl is cute. Thatâs the first (and evident) note of observation. What makes it even more puzzling is how this girl is maintaining eye contact with you the whole time as sheâs walking. Everyone around the table is stuck in a state of confusion while you suddenly stood up without any reason. Kazuha notices the glances from you and the girl passing by, assessing, connecting the dots together, and she looks back with a realizing âahhâ leaving her mouth.Â
Once you sit back down, the girl walking by looks forward, but does a double take back at you that only solidifies the growing mystery brewing in that short connection. The table all exchange looks at each other, wondering what in the fuck happened just now, and they have questions.Â
âUh,â one of your friends sounded off to break the silence, âWhat was that just now?âÂ
âYeah,â another adds on while clearly trying to put it together with pointer fingers, âThat wasnât normal.âÂ
âClearly,â you say, scratching your neck to play off the awkward exchange of eyes. âWho was she?âÂ
âThe girl?â Kazuha beams, âHuh? Oh! Thatâs Yunjin! She and I actually go way back. I didnât even realize that was her because of her hair color.âÂ
âAre you serious?!â Jisun asks, distraught at the name itself, âYouâre friends with Yunjin? The Yunjin that everyone wants to get with here around school?!âÂ
While Kazuha drops the short summary of her backstory with her childhood friend, one of the other guys at the table walks over to you with hands on your shoulders, massaging them as a way of saying congratulations to getting one of the hottest girls on campus to notice you. Youâre still processing - it might be a coincidence, or accepting the fact that one-in-a-million moment will never happen again.Â
âAlright you guys,â you say, shouldering on your backpack while patting down the hoodie, âAs much as Iâd love to stay and chat about what just happened with that little staring contest, Iâve gotta go to class.âÂ
âBoo, no fun,â Kazuha says, pointing a thumb down while a few others around the table are doing the same thing, âHope you have fun in your class, or sleep through the boring lecture at least.âÂ
You walk off with a subtle wave, and thatâs where the story should end, without ever hoping for a second interaction with Yunjin in your life anytime soon. The staredown for a few seconds would be funny to think about for the rest of the day, but the story will be something to joke about long after getting yâknow; life and everything else together.Â
â
Or so you thought.Â
Turns out that your afternoon class is running later than usual, an email notification from your professor spelled out the message of him being stuck in traffic due to an accident on the way here. Some students are just lounging on the seats while others have their heads down to catch up on sleep - you could also use the power nap, too. Letâs not forget about the type A students reading into their textbooks and iPads sitting at the front row, could be you if you actually tried but youâre good with just doing enough for your own academic standards.Â
Kazuha texts you that sheâs gonna be late tonight, probably because of some cramming with Jisun or Saerom or whoever she tagged along with that isnât Sakura, hitting a fast reply of okay, iâll make sure to save some food for you when you get back.
Right when you hit send, the empty seat next to you becomes occupied, and the hair color looks a little too familiar from the millisecond glimpse out of your peripheral. Her fragrance comes off as coconut, maybe something syrupy, but the sigh of relaxation curtained by her overcast shade of sunset cherry in her hair, how she swivels her head towards your direction; determined, upbeat, and strikingly beautiful.Â
âHi,â Yunjin says, and youâre stuck frozen with parted lips. Thereâs a sudden chill running down your spine, a snap of the door being shut by one of the students that almost mocks the sound of a gun being fired in a closed-off chamber. There isnât any sunlight thatâs breaking through the overhanging windows beneath the top half of the class, but youâre simply starstruck from the mash of highlights in her almond eyes, the rose pink shade of her lips, her sunset colored hair that looks unreal for someone to have, how you might be thinking of the radiating beams of light shooting on the edge of her stature; no this isnât a mere hallucination or a prank from someone else, this is actually the real deal. âI wasnât here for the last lecture, so would it be okay if I could borrow your notes?âÂ
You hate how vulnerable you are in this state. You wouldâve answered in an instant, but this is Huh Yunjin weâre talking about here. Oh, by the way, you should probably say something beforeâ
���Sure.â you answer, snapping yourself from the momentary trance of this girlâs beauty sitting next to you, rummaging through your backpack to pull out your notebook following your tablet, sliding it over while Yunjin clasps her hands together in prayer, bowing her head as thanks for not turning her down. âItâll be the page before the blank one when you flip through it.âÂ
âThanks.â she says, happily flipping through the notebook to see the contents of your notes, tongue stuck to the corner until reaching the most recent page. Reaching in her bag for the pencil case and notebook already opened, she begins to jot down whatever missing material she has while you observe her work.Â
Her penmanship is actually pretty to look at, and the fact that she puts a curve up with her apostrophes - not to mention the amount of small cat ears and hearts she doodles with on her page while reading your notes? Yeah, youâre a goner already.Â
And for the most part, how could you not be? Youâre already entranced at the way her hands twiddle the mechanical pencil, how her nails clack along the desk, how sheâs reciting terms and the articulation behind her words sound very intricate and clear. An elbowâs holding your head while your eyes skim through the words being transferred over from your notebook to yours; watching the drawbridge of her eyebrows quirk up at some unknown, but her whisky colored eyes spark up along with the arch, appearing bigger, canât help with the force in your heart smiling at the sight of learning something useful.Â
â-and when this occurs, oh- I see.â Sheâs nodding at the understanding of what sheâs quickly reading. This is someone who knows what theyâre doing, who has their priorities straight; humming with pure delight with the way she likes learning. Hang on a second, when the hell was she part of the class?
âTake it that youâre done with this?â you ask, fingertips grazing the rings of the notebook while Yunjin sets her pencil flat on the desk.Â
âIâve already got what I need to catch up on, thank you.â Her laugh is subtle, and quiet, closing up the book and sliding it back towards you while tending to her own. âThought Iâd be missing a lot, but good to know that I wasnât.âÂ
âIn this kind of class? You could say fuck all with the attendance and just come in for the exams.âÂ
Her head dips down, eyes sweeping from one corner to the other. Sheâs hiding the smile, but thereâs something lovely about the way her mouth quirks. That dimple is a lovely sight, a gold medal youâll keep in your head, whether sheâs interested or not.Â
She puts the pencil back into her case, zips it across halfway. âCan I ask,â she says, twisting her body to face yours, âYouâre close with Kazuha, right?âÂ
âIf you consider me to be her roommate as close, then, yes.âÂ
Yunjin gawks at you in shock, connecting the dots, another point brewing.Â
âYouâre the same person that I saw while walking in the hall earlier? Oh my God!â she realizes, trying to keep her excitement down in the quiet classroom. âI was hoping that sheâd help me in meeting you, but-âÂ
âLooks like you skipped the hard part all by yourself.â you tell her, acknowledging, blinking with a wide grin. âI know enough from her about you, but sheâll be thrilled to hear about this after.âÂ
âWhat makes you say that?âÂ
You notice the small stack of post-it notes sitting adjacent to Yunjinâs pencil case, pulling one from the stack and writing down something on the paper that you didnât think of having the courage to do in the first place.Â
A smooth operator move, she chuckles at the phone number sketched on the small slip.Â
This probably might be your favorite day to attend class so far this semester.
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For whatâs it worth, the attention garnered around you and Yunjin wasnât asked for. If anything, the noise around campus just made it a bigger deal than what it actually seemed. The added reputation didnât even feel forced from others - much rather the opposite; almost in mixes of praise and pats on the back for doing something that most couldnât be able to do.Â
Some would ask too, about what itâs like âdating the hottest ticket around college?â or âwho made the first move?âÂ
To that, you shake your head and laugh, though the answer to the first question in itself was quite simple to say:
Pretty fucking crazy at times - but good, mostly great.Â
Honestly, youâd also imagine this sort of parallel universe where youâre not in a relationship with Yunjin. What would it be like? A few of the positives would probably be the better balance between classes, or maybe the cash in your wallet and card would be a little bit more than what it is now; god, the list can just go on the more you think about it. Worrying would be overstepping the thought itself, complicating the mental picture would make it even more cathartic. Bottom line is: itâs a surreal thing to actually be with someone whoâs ten times out of your league.Â
Some would also ask, whatâs your favorite thing about her?Â
Man, thatâs already a tough question as it is, so that one doesnât get answered easily.
Best that you could settle for is the way she presents herself. One day she walks in the classroom as if itâs the runway at Paris Fashion Week with the most jaw-dropping outfits created by the industryâs best designers - the next day she could walk in with the most casual, comfy fit ever created from the bedroom closet. From the makeup and hair color all the way down to her shoes and socks, sheâll magnetize anyone with low or high effort. Thereâs something in the way that she extends herself to others; the way her eyes widen at someone she knows, how the sun kisses her skin so tenderly - radiating richness and grandeur to compliment the addicting smile and laugh she possesses. When you look closely, you could also see the tiny hints of freckles spread across her cheeks; oh, and the moles, specifically underneath her right eye and off-centered to her nose, youâd kiss them for eternity if you had the chance to.Â
Itâs unfair how you canât compete with that.Â
How could a person thatâs on the cusp of making a whole worldâs difference with their life manage to get with a guy like you? Had it been anyone else in your position, theyâd be the happiest person on the planet, no denying that. There has to be an endless plethora of things that could serve a plausible reason to this, but out of everyone, she chose you.Â
(The standard she has. The status, the reputation, the talks that people have when sheâs strolling through the hallways and around campus.
Everyone can read the outside aspect, but within the inner circle, itâs a completely different conversation entirely.)
âAnd let me tell you this,â Kazuha says, leaning back on the seat with one leg over the other, âHe told me that and I quote, âI would go all night with you,â and he didnât. Came in about two minutes flat, maybe less.âÂ
Youâre facepalming hard while Kazuha pushes you close to the edge, almost offended by your reaction. The amount of stories with her short-term flirts and one night stands have gotten so bad to the point where, only a stark few of them were worthy enough of a debrief by you. This usually occurs on a weekend basis, you assess, not wanting any part of it after the first time it happened - and then the next, then the next, and the next one.Â
âHave you ever wondered like,â you ask while reaching forward for your glass half full of your usual liquor, âWanting to actually date with one of your fuck buddies, like for real?âÂ
âIâve thought about it,â Kazuha replies, sitting up with her phone facing flat across her thigh, âThe chance hasnât really come my way yet.âÂ
âIâm sure itâll come.â you tell her, downing another swig of the drink.Â
âYou think Iâve got a screw loose with how I act?âÂ
âAre you kidding me? Show me how many booty calls youâve got on your phone since Sakura hooked you up.âÂ
Kazuha sticks her tongue at you, pulling herself away from your reaching hand, laughing while sheâs practically got her feet up with the cushions now. A lean over more, and sheâs curling herself up into a ball while youâre looking around to see if anyoneâs paying attention.Â
âWe could get kicked out of here.â Kazuha says, properly sitting up while youâre hunching over to slip on the lent pair of bowling shoes, undoing the set knots and opening up the tongue of the shoe while the sounds of knocked pins echo underneath the blasting bass coming from the speakers.Â
âGet kicked out before we even get started?âÂ
âYouâre the one whoâs trying to grab my phone!âÂ
âI asked nicely.âÂ
âDidnât hear a âpleaseâ from you.âÂ
You roll your eyes, stamping a foot down lightly to ensure that the shoe fits perfectly as intended. Might be a bit tight on the back of the heel, but itâll do. Besides, this Wednesday-night planned hangout at the bowling lanes was on the agenda for quite some time, only put off because certain people have been busy with a few assignments from classes, which you canât blame them since the semester has been a bit stagnant midway through.Â
A look at the watch, and the time was a bit delayed than the intended arrangement. âWhereâs Chaewon and Sakura?âÂ
Kazuha checks her phone for any updates via notifications, âSakuraâs running late. Chaewon and her boyfriend just picked up Yunjin ten minutes ago. They should be here any minute now.âÂ
With that taken into account, you take small steps to the little control panel, looking up to the tv to put in the proper abbreviated nicknames for the competitors who have yet to arrive at the lanes. Thereâs a small sense of creativity amongst the five or six competitors: Kkura, Chae, Zuha, Jen Jen, yours (which is pretty bland for your taste, but Yunjin likes it), and whoever Sakura invited along with her if she brought them. âDidnât buy three to five games for nothing.âÂ
âYouâre literally the only one here that likes to bowl in their free time.â Kazuha deadpans.Â
âTell that to Chaewon and Sakura who competed in ping pong the last time.â you tell her, pressing some of the unresponsive keys that forces a typo on Sakuraâs, but you donât bother changing it back. âThose two will take up the last two games for sure. Put my money on it.âÂ
âNot even worth losing ten bucks for that.â Kazuha scooches over to the end of the seat, french fry hanging off her mouth, texting whoever it may be whether itâs one of her classmates or one of Sakuraâs flings being thrown down her pipeline. To be fair, itâs been about two weeks since she brought someone into the apartment, and sheâs quite overdue for a good dick appointment.Â
Whatever that may be, youâll pay no attention to that.Â
âSpeaking of which,â she continued, with a bowling ball in her arms, polishing it with the sleeve of her puffer jacket, âWhere is Yunjin? And why wasnât she with you in the first place when we left the apartment?âÂ
âItâs because she insisted on turning in our flash drive for the project we worked together on for one of our classes,â you answer, pressing a thumb down on the panel to finalize the names for the gameâs competitors, watching off in the distance as the machine barrier lifts up opening the ten bowling pins to the line. âI offered to go with her so that it shows the professor that we actually did a collaborative effort, but then you called me.âÂ
âOuch, sorry.â Kazuha winces, you wave her off with a shake of the head while she puts her preferred ball on the rails of the return system next to yours. A size seven ball with medium finger placements in comparison to your size ten with the large specified holes. You argued that weight was better than speed, and Kazuha was willing to bet who scores the highest with their preferred bowling ball pays the other personâs meal at the next outing. âIf youâd told me that before I bolted to my morning class, I wouldnât have called you.âÂ
âWasnât my fault you overslept your alarm three times,â you agree, chuckling. âTo be fair, I hate the alarm sound for your phone anyway.âÂ
âNot changing it anytime soon,â Kazuha says proudly, hands firmly in the pockets of her jacket, âLooks like youâre gonna have to deal with it.âÂ
âAnd Iâll cockblock your next dick appointment personally, just out of spite.â you say, and Kazuha frowns with a pout instantaneously.Â
Amidst the slow riff of the electric guitar lightly reverberates along the subwoofers hanging above the lanes. Thereâs a sudden surge of newcomers looking to simply let loose and have a good time. Itâs a Friday, middle of the semester, one of those weekends where youâre just mentally checked out from all the buzz between school and the extracurriculars and stress for the coming midterms. Thatâs how it is in this kind of environment: work hard, play harder.Â
While some are here to just take space in the pool tables, others are in the arcade to break the ice in the lines of a first date. Few people here are actually closet bowlers with a different avenue of profession holding them back from wasting their time rolling their life or something of that substance. Youâre tired with school, but it wonât be long until youâre walking in about a year or less, nothing wrong with having nights like these.Â
Your ears pick up on a familiar honey saccharine laugh, along with a string of bickers from a voice constantly sounding angry. A look slightly up to the walkways, and thereâs a quartet approaching your spot before the lanes. One of them in a vortex of blonde hair, hands gesturing behind someone else in front of her before slapping their back lightly. The girl in front with the same hair color has her brows furrowed, scrunching at the slight pain from their back, but also letting out signs of fun with good intent. Then thereâs the two individuals in tow behind the first duo; a girl with hair colored a mix of sunset orange and a dash of red along with a single guy whoâs slightly taller compared to the trio. You automatically connect the dots in your head to deduce that to be Chaewonâs boyfriend, and the other head towards you and Kazuha. Itâs an impending headache of bullshit heading your way, but youâve put up with it for so long and itâll happen again.Â
âYouâre late,â you announce, finger to the top of your wrist. âZuha and I have been here for the past twenty minutes.â
âFuck off,â Sakura sneers, shucking off her handbag to the seat while letting her lent pair of bowling shoes hit the hardwood. Her tone comes off as harsh - might be mistaken as someone to be antagonistic. To be fair, her and Chaewon have grown up together since they were little, wouldnât be normal if one didnât annoy the other to the point where both of them would have to draw knives. But youâll keep the popcorn behind your back until that moment comes, âTell that to Chaewon who almost ran my ass over in the parking lot.âÂ
âDid not!â Chaewon exclaims, already on the seat and untying her shoes while her boyfriend does the same, âItâs not my fault that you didnât look both ways before crossing!âÂ
âBoth of you guys need to chill,â Chaewonâs boyfriend chimes in, hoping to defuse the situation before it even gets worse, not paying any ounce of attention while slipping on to his pair of bowling shoes. âI thought we all came here to have some fun, did we not?âÂ
âWe did,â you sigh, gliding on over with a cup half full of the beer that you ordered for the group. Chaewonâs boyfriend looks up, slightly hesitant in taking the offer - knowing that if everyone in the group drank tonight, no one was assigned to be designated driver. So, he takes the cup, raises it to you in acceptance, and takes a quick sip. âItâs still on the table if the two most competitive people Iâve ever met can actually make up before going crazy with the game.âÂ
Chaewon and Sakura both look at you in disgust, simultaneously giving you the middle finger while you shrug, swiveling your head to the opposite direction to finally see the third girl that was with the group - the only person you were technically waiting for since arriving here, and she doesnât really need an introduction.Â
A walk up to her on the opposite bench that wasnât occupied by four people, and Yunjin matches your demeanor.Â
Itâs the most innocent look you could give her: a sheepish smile. She looks at you while youâre noticing a small speck of dust at the edge of her jacket before tending to her stray wisps of hair. The way she bats her eyelashes through those rimless pairs of glasses, itâs impossible to not notice the wideness her eyes zeroing in on you while playing the worrying boyfriend you are. Consider it to be a protocol - the smug smile across your face, and you havenât said anything to her in the opening five seconds of seeing her.Â
âMissed me that much?â Yunjin asks, slipping out of the lent leather jacket she swiped from your closet. âYou couldâve gone with me to turn in our assignment together.âÂ
âYou see, about that.â You got a hand on the jacket, tossing it over to the seat. âI would have, if Kazuha didnât egg me ten minutes before we left the house.âÂ
Itâs been merely more than five seconds, and the pleasantries are already skipped over; though thereâs a small exchange of smiles and ghosting hands - not wanting to taint the perfect appearance that Yunjin has, wandering eyes all over her like an art piece. Sheâs stolen your jacket, the shirt underneath was also one of yours from the closet; within all the lines of casual, she owns the category second to none.Â
Youâre rambling about how much of a pain it was bringing Kazuha, even though she wasnât even the sole person who planned this hangout in the first place. A second look at the shirt that Yunjinâs wearing and you point it out while dumping the exposition. She runs a hand through her hair, coming it downwards with her fingers while paying half attention to the words spilling out of your mouth. âDid I also mention that youâre wearing one of my favorite shirts again?âÂ
She just laughs, takes a few steps forward, gives you a quick kiss right then and there.Â
She also loves how that simple action shuts you up.Â
âYouâre missing something,â she tells you, fixing a few places of your hair while youâre standing there completely frozen.Â
Acknowledging with a nod, âYes, I did miss you that much.â Giving her a few light head pats while her eyes smile with content. âThank you for turning in our project for us. Iâll owe you my life.âÂ
âYou will,â she says, sitting down and untying her sneakers, âStill shouldâve gone with me though.âÂ
âI know.âÂ
âAre we gonna get this game started?â Sakura asks across the table, holding up a bowling ball that is clearly Kazuhaâs, but she doesnât care. âI just bet that if I beat Chaewon, sheâs buying all of us dinner when weâre done here!âÂ
âYouâre shit at ping pong, and Iâll kick your ass at bowling too.â Chaewon rebukes, clearly motivated now to not let that happen on her watch. âUnless pretty boy over there and his girlfriend want to join in the competition to make things more interesting.âÂ
âA double team against you two?â Yunjin inquires, finishing up the last lace on her shoe before standing up, walking over to the return system to see which ball to pick, âHow âbout whoever scores the lowest gets to pay for the meal. Deal?âÂ
âYouâre on,â you say, âBut Yunjinâs winning in a landslide over the three of us.âÂ
Sakura presses a few buttons on the touchpad, finally getting the long-awaited bowling game started.Â
(Yunjin wins by no surprise, Sakura nearly edges you out by single digits, and Chaewon came dead last which means: the meal was on her after the games.)
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Each new week into the semester brings a new tale of challenges, assignments, and fun plans with peers in and out of the campus - except this time; however, because you fucked up.Â
The swing of the door into your apartment should already spell some sort of bad omen with the way that youâre frantically pacing into the kitchen, overlooking into the small opening to the living room, seeing Yunjin wrapping up her fifteen minute ab workout video, not paying any mind to while finishing the last few reps.Â
âBabe?â you call out while putting a thermos onto the countertop, one sweep over with a poking head to see her laying on the mat. âAh, right. Your workout.âÂ
Her brow furrows while trying to concentrate in holding the planking position, holding herself in place for another five seconds or so, finally falling flat when the timer goes, softly panting before sitting up and facing you. Sheâs in a sports bra and one of your sweatpants that pool at her feet - though the robbery complaint will get ignored.Â
Thereâs something about her being astonishingly pretty in homebody clothes. Hair in a low ponytail, lip lightly touched, thereâs a thin layer of sweat covering her upper body. Normally, youâd tell her to go take a shower right away. Youâre committing perjury for not telling her in the first place.Â
âYou took longer than expected,â she says, looking up to accept the greeting kiss while youâre towering over her. âWhere were you?âÂ
âHad to take care of some stuff outside class. And then I had to take care of something else,â you answer, backpack to the couch. âWhich leads me to my next thing that I have- no, need to tell you.âÂ
âHave you done something wrong?â Yunjin asks, standing up, eyes narrowed when she notices your worrying expression. Her hand dances along the hem of her sports bra when you help her up, while you tend to her messy hair as she tries to read into your body language.Â
âNo?â you tell her, hoping that answer would suffice for the time being.
It doesnât.Â
âWhat did you do now?â She frowns, eyes squinting closely together - pushing further into admitting what was going on. That was already strike one, and getting two more was never an option. âAs long as you tell me, I deserve to know at least.âÂ
âPromise you wonât be mad?âÂ
âCanât promise you that.âÂ
Taking a deep breath, you place both of your hands on her shoulders, guiding her down to sit with you on the couch while you take another momentary silence to gather your thoughts and words, hoping to bring the news up in the most sincere and serious way as you could.Â
âWell?â Yunjin asks again, prompting you to get on with it and drop the stalling.Â
âAlright,â you start, âDo you remember that uh- sex tape we made together last week?â Might be a dumb question, but how could either one of you forget? The look on Yunjinâs face says a whole lot more than what her answer might be, and sheâs grinning just thinking about it. âI thought you were serious aboutââÂ
âI am!â she exclaims, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks and the grip on your hands grow tighter, âBut what does that have to do with your-âÂ
âI know, I know. Stay with me here.â you assure before delivering the final blow.Â
You canât help but laugh while your finger presses softly to her lips. The memory itself is also flashing through your mind, how your hands grip around her ass with her back arched up, the way sheâs splayed on her back, filling her pussy up with your cock working its way down to her stomach. Bending her in half while her lovely heat clenches around you to the point where sheâs screaming. The assessment running behind Yunjinâs eyes and the glossiness tells you everything that there is to know about it. Her brows furrow again with an inward lip, thinking about the way she marks you up with scratches across your forearms and back, groaning into her ear while youâre shattering her into the mattress.Â
(Canât forget about the face she has while youâre fucking her rough - a string of pants and whines that go up in two ascending octaves, then diminishes to almost nothing, unraveling herself all over your dick when she locks you down with her ankles to the small of your back. Sheâs so helpless, especially when-
âFuck, yes baby, right there-â
More on that, eventually.)Â
âSo you mightâve turned that flash drive in to our professor.â you tell her, squeezing your eyes shut, bracing for a hit from Yunjin. âNot your fault though, this was all my doing.âÂ
âOkay,â she laughs in disbelief while doing this form of jazz-hands, âFirst of all, we can just ask to exchange it. Second of all, who the hell saves a sex tape on a flash drive? I mean, what the fuck were you thinking while setting up our final submission?âÂ
âI was looking at it while editing our project and I just got so caught up with the way your soft moans got to me in the recording and how your tits were justââ you remark, quivering with a grin while Yunjin scrunches her face at you.Â
âAnd what are we waiting for?â she asks, wrinkling her nose while laughing out loud. âEither we act now or get both of our asses expelled before we even get to graduate?âÂ
âIf all goes well, we should honestly be fine.â you tell her, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead, hand quick behind your back to give her a face towel. âIf it doesnât, at least we can say that we tried to prevent this from happening.âÂ
âThis is your fault, by the way.â Yunjin says while taking your hand up and on the way out the door. âI was the one who turned our sex tape in supposedly, and Iâm gonna be the one to get it back.âÂ
The way that you donât even put up a refute to her, the way your feet carry themselves behind her, the loud âthumâ of the deadbolt outside the apartment should already be a sign of whatâs to come.Â
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Youâd be amazed at how well youâve held your patience while Yunjin was doing all of the talking with the professor, trying to reason out as much as she could for just a simple exchange. For some reason, the man wouldnât even budge without the speculation of nothing being in the contents of the flash drive and considering the fact that it was the deadline.Â
âSir, if you could please just-âÂ
âSave it,â he says, pressing the bridge of his glasses up towards his face, âLook, I know that you two are of my brightest students in the class, but itâs just oddly suspicious that youâre asking me to swap out the turned in flash drive for another all because of some mix up?âÂ
âCanât you just not do that instead?â you ask, offering the proper flash drive to the professor. âYunjin and I have already proven to be your most esteemed students this semester, this small mixup just shows that thereâs that built trust from over the pastââÂ
âI understand that, but I just canât fathom that you two are pulling this over me at the very last minute right before I go over them,â the professor declares, âItâs too suspicious as it is and if worse comes to worse, Iâll have to report both of you to the deanâs office if we canât come up with a compromise here.âÂ
âBut sirââ Yunjin tries to butt in, hoping to reiterate the case.
âI expected more from you, Yunjin.â He says, leaning back on his chair, âIâm very disappointed in the way you are acting just now. This isnât like you, and I expected better.â
âBlame me instead of her.â you plead, standing in front to neutralize the hostility. âShe was turning it in for us in the first place.â The professor just scoffs mockingly, sputtering different kinds of insults that would be enough evidence for him to get fired, and thatâs where you reach the boiling point first.Â
âEnough of this nonsense,â the professor scowls while tossing the very flash drive Yunjin gave into the basket filled with the others. âYouâll get it back when Iâm done grading these come Monday. Now please, get out of my office before we really start to have an issue.âÂ
Before Yunjin opens her mouth to protest, you toss the correct flash drive into the professorâs chest, fishing into the basket to grab the other one resting atop of the pile. She picks up quickly to what you were doing, tossing a jar filled with pencils off the desk that leaves him in visible confusion, pulling her by the wrist and out the door where you and her make a break for it out in the hallway. Once rounding the corner, she starts giggling out of nowhere while youâre looking over your shoulder to see the small figure at the end of the corridor. Things take a turn for the worse when the sound of radio chatter could be heard coming up the stairs off your right, and on the opposite end was the janitor's closet. Any delay by more than two seconds would only spell disaster if you didnât yank her inside right away.Â
âFucking security,â you mutter, following the slam of the door and a press of the ear against the wood to get a better chance of hearing what was being said. Yunjinâs pressed close to you, meeting your gaze once the conversations faded out into the hallway. A sigh of relief leaves your lips while Yunjin again is trying not to laugh at what you two did. âOkay, I think theyâre gone, but we canât leave now. Thereâs too much commotion down near the office, so we gotta wait.âÂ
âI canât believe we just did that.â Yunjin breathes, hand to her chest to calm down her heart rate, still trying to come to grips with what just happened in the span of three minutes. âEven crazier that you managed to get the right flash drive.âÂ
âWell shit,â you tell her, hand out to see that the outer case of the flash drive had been damaged, much to your responsibility since you stepped on it by accident while stumbling over in the hallway. âExpulsion is out of the equation, but man,â you say, putting the damage back into your pocket, âThis sucks. I was hoping to save the contents in that drive.âÂ
âThis might be a good thing.â Yunjin tells you, reassuring.Â
âWhat makes you say that?â The sigh leaving your lips is laced with frustration, âI donât think- ugh, that was some of the best sex we had. Yunjin, I- you donât realize how hot that video was when I was looking at it and now? Itâs gone.â She looks at you in sympathy, pulling her lip inward while trying to calm down your clenched fists, trying to not let her thoughts get the better of her with the way your hands could grip her hair.Â
âSince weâll be here for quite a bit, why donât we get to work making a new one?â She asks with a chin tilt up, pressing your back against the door when her lips meet yours, taking you completely off guard by the contact.Â
Itâs a full on advantage for Yunjin in this case, swirling her tongue against yours, not willing to bear in mind when the feedback of a radio approaches near the door. Getting caught is one thing - but thereâs worse ways to go. You pull back from the lack of oxygen, a swipe of her upper lip to yours, warm breath hanging in the open space while you collect your thoughts. âY-Youâre gonna have to give me a minute here.â
âWhat for?âÂ
âIâm not complaining at all, but uh, whatâs with,â a giggle leaves your mouth, âthe affection, all of a sudden?âÂ
âNothing,â she replies, âIt was just hot- really hot. I just think you giving your piece of mind to him for me was probably the best highlight of our whole semester so farâŚâ Her voice trails off while her hand slithers down to your waking cock through your pants to cement down her thoughts. A hand pulls you by the nape of your neck to meet her lips again, moving sensually in the closed space, her mouth leaving these teasingly touches while sheâs assessing your length in languid pumps.Â
From the dazed expression in your eyes and swollen lips, youâre already entranced at the way sheâs sinking to her knees in front of you, the hitched breaths and slow shuffle at the pull of your sweats and boxers to the ankles. Yunjin softly gasps, a thrill that never gets old when she uncovers the length from itâs clothed chamber, licking her lip while all of her attention focuses in on your cock hanging proud between your thighs; the many things sheâs currently thinking about -Â and youâre not far off the thread of thinking too.Â
Youâre already imagining the velvety heat of her mouth while sheâs preparing for that familiar ache of taking you down her throat. Before she could have fun for herself, she pulls the zipper of her track jacket, revealing the same sports bra from earlier, pulling the tight piece up and over to reveal her tits, noticing the small twitch when she finally runs her fingers along the veins of your shaft, wrapping slowly while the jerk in your knees ends with a mouth curl from her.Â
âThe video would be really nice right now, wouldnât it?â she breathes, thumb grazing the slit of your tip thatâs soaked with a small hint of precum leaking, assessing the conditions with clinical precision every pump. Her eyes meet yours, already wild with imagination as she continues to stroke you softly. âBabe?âÂ
âNo- no phone.âÂ
âI brought mine with me, stupid.â Yunjin tells you, dropping the excitement from her face.Â
She laughs when youâre murmuring out these complaints, only for that to be ignored when sheâs quick to hand her phone to you. âYou were in a rush,â you reason, âDidnât have time to grab mine sitting on the kitchen countertop.âÂ
âWhat would you do without me?âÂ
âI have my right hand to do the job.âÂ
âAngle it properly,â Yunjin instructs, smirking at the gasp while she cradles your balls. âIs it in the right position?â Your hands steady over her head, pointing the camera while her gaze transforms into something more needy, someone whoâs desperately hungry to get herself satisfied. Itâs unbearably pretty the way she gets like this for you, pulling her lips inward to get them wet while your eyes are fixated through the phone screen, flexing your waist a bit in anticipation while her tongue licks up your cockhead - an appetizer of sorts, before finally taking you in.Â
Everything rushes and slows down the way her lips close around the third of your shaft. Not wanting to focus on whatâs happening below, you look up with eyelids fluttering shut at the way her mouth and tongue continue to lap up the length, eventually sliding down, easing more and more of you down her throat, coating your cock with her mouth the more she sinks. She knows all of the inner workings of what you love in blowing you.Â
âYunjin, fuck. Baby,â She intends to break you apart with her mouth, once she reaches down the base, holding you there while some of her saliva leaks out in repeating gags, hips twitching at the clench while her tongue sweeps underneath in a slow, consistent rhythm.Â
The vibrating hum she rumbles along the line of your cock, she steadily keeps up her pace while her ears pick up on the shallow breaths coming out of you. Forget about the video, or the noises that pick up in decibels - in addition to the back of your head hitting the door. Itâs always addictive the way her mouth sheathes your length, having no gag reflex was something amazing for Yunjin to have, repeatedly pulling her head back up and dipping back in to take you deep.Â
She grazes her teeth to a smile while your fingers thread through her hair, internalizing the pulse, that sweet heat of her mouth and how wet it is; the fucking suction, goddamnit. Her suction was way to fucking good for you to pay attention to. âThere. Y-youâre so good- great at- fuck-âÂ
Yunjin just hums to accept the compliment, pulling away to angle your cock upwards to put one of your balls in her mouth, lathering it in her spit. âCamera, tilting.âÂ
âYeah, yeah.â you say, lazily. A small fix of the phone in your hand finds her face right in frame, as she resumes her oral assault on your cock. The volume of moans increases slightly from her and you, highlighting how much youâre enjoying this while she hollows her cheeks halfway, taking you all the way down tight. Tighter. The sound of her throat clicking when your cockhead rests at the opening in her mouth, youâre furrowing your brows together while trying to keep it together as much as you could.Â
Pulling back slightly, tongue licking across the swollen head, she winks at you while youâre biting your lip so hard to the point that youâll probably draw blood from it the next second. Itâs not helping your situation - sheâs giving these subtle âmhmsâ when she slides you back into her mouth, eyes closing in bliss, upping the pace while youâre nestling a hand to the back of her head, dragging your cock along the top part of her mouth, forehead wrinkling in approval to let you know that she likes it.Â
Sliding you out for a second, âPut your shirt in your mouth.â She tells you, placing a precise kiss at the base while youâre staring at the screen. âYou listening?â
You just groan.Â
Her hand is quick to hike up the bottom hem of your shirt, rolling it up to put a clump of the cloth between your teeth, and she just laughs before inhaling your length again. Â
Youâre also trying to keep it together over the fact how much of a slut Yunjin gets for you, hoping that all of the button pushing will leave you into fucking her just exactly how she wants - youâll just stand there like a good boy she'll ask, using that pretty mouth over your cock for what feels like an entering until you bust inside that lovely hole just to fill the other one later.Â
The pop she does off of your cock is obscene, jerking your shaft while sheâs staring up, and the image on the screen is already something to capture for later.Â
âAre you liking this so far?â Yunjin asks, doe eyes doing very little for the heinous act sheâs committing, giving your underside scattered pecks mixed with slurps over your drool covered cock. âI can tell from your writhing face that you are.âÂ
âBitch.â you spit, a futile effort at best.
âFuck my mouth.â She orders, inhaling your cock down - all the way, clasping her lips to the base. You clench your teeth together, get your hand to her head again. Her eyes go wide in content while you slowly thrust up with her against your hips still, slacking her jaw to let you build up some speed to bury your dick in her throat.Â
Doesnât take much long, mouth hanging in awe by the way sheâs pulling up and out and going back in. A few good thrusts is all it takes to get the perfect pressure and suction around your cock, spit leaking out of her mouth while youâre finally getting your work cut out the more she gags around you. That fucking tongue is your worst enemy - the way that itâs licking up underneath a few times, one of the key ways to get you to finally open up that eventual bursting drain from within.Â
âJen,â you hiss while fighting the urge to bust at the nickname alone, pushing her down while the moan she elicits over your dick throbs in her mouth, nearly breaking, âGonna just, fuck, âm so close-âÂ
âMhm.âÂ
The spit remains where its at while pleasure surges through your body, grinding your teeth to mask the heated groan while you cum down her throat, spilling copious amounts of your release into the hollow of her throat, feeling the languid clench past the opening while sheâs swallowing it all. Her eyes go wide for a second at the load, closing them soon after as you manage to keep it together from your high, coming down when she slides herself off of you, coughing a bit while your knees jerk together in a millisecond of shock. Some of your cum spills out of her mouth and dribbles down between her tits, keeping the camera angle on her surprisingly while your cock floats right in front of her face. Yunjin leans forward to give a peppered kiss to the tip, collecting some of the remnants that rest at the slit before retreating, fingers treating the damage of her soaked and swollen lips.Â
âThanks for that.â she says, chuckling, wiping off some of the evidence with her knuckles while blinking in quick succession, looking up at you fondly with those enormous bark eyes of hers while you stop the recording to hand her a piece from the brown paper towel roll sitting on the shelf, helping her up soon after while youâre fixing your clothes. âTold you that it was worth killing time for.âÂ
âLooks like I owe you again for this,â you tell her, treating the drawstring of your sweats to a knot. âIâll peek out to see if weâre in the clear.â Soon after you said that, you lean your head out the small opening of the door, realizing that there wasnât anyone within a close distance in the hallway, stepping out and helping Yunjin out the closet, feeling out her jaw with her knuckles, trying to memorize the ache of her mouth you just gave her.Â
âWe should get going, no?â She asks, hand to your shoulder while youâre about to enter the stairway. âAnd Iâm holding you to that returned favor, since youâre gonna fuck me till I need to be in a wheelchair.âÂ
âIsnât that part of the fun weâre doing already?â you rebut, grabbing her hand, âThe sooner we get back home, the faster Iâll make you cum, deal?âÂ
Youâre a silly idiot the way youâre pulling Yunjin by the wrist, picking up the pace while her smile was impossible to take off. Sheâs laughing again at the proposal, but also very looking forward to it.Â
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The thing about Yunjin, you learn, for the most part, is how sheâs painted to be this great girl that is only primed for success - and nothing less.Â
What others donât realize, is the conventional pains and struggles she poses towards you -Â to the point where that agonizing migraine in your head just keeps on ringing. And sure, sheâs the top student and role model amongst peers for a reason, showing up where it matters; but when it comes to the actual long hours of grinding schoolwork and building up her own life bit by bit, itâs within the walls of your apartment where the real stuff takes place.Â
A clean room at the beginning of the week, only for it to be completely ran through like a tornado and all over the place come Sunday.Â
In terms of assignments? Sheâs clean, all across the board - with the rare occasion of one class slipping out of her mind if youâre not there to remind her or bail her out since some subjects in her schedule are not her forte, but youâll help out where you can.Â
The standard that sheâs always trying to raise, for the most part, is the sex. Always the sex was the emphasis. She tries and you try, getting one over another or deal with whoever is going through it the most, especially if Yunjinâs the one whoâs got a higher sex-drive than you, not that youâre putting it up for an argument, but willing to compete when present. Whether sheâs looking for it or you are, sheâll find a way to push that idea into reality no matter if youâre with her or not.Â
âThis better be important,â a familiar line youâve been saying for quite a bit as of recently. âCouldnât let me go for a few hours to have some fun with the rest of the guys?âÂ
âWhen are you gonna be back?â She asks, and the tone in her voice comes as peculiar the way she sounds out of it. âIâve been reading this stupid book before Kazuha and the others came back with some snacks.â Thereâs some laughter in the background, probably someone bickering over some gossip that happened earlier in the week that was sufficient enough to report. âBless Kazuha, for getting me out of the room at least to socialize.â
âI thought that would kill more time for you while Iâm gone.âÂ
âIt has, but everyoneâs gone now. And Kazuhaâs in her room asleep already.âÂ
âAnd you?âÂ
âIn bed, trying to watch this series, but I miss you.âÂ
âArenât you cute.â You muse.Â
There isnât anything to be considered unusual with conversations like these over the phone or text. In all fairness, you did kind of feel bad for leaving her alone for a few hours since there were already plans made as it is, but Yunjinâs pouty face did everything it could to stop you until you left.Â
âI miss you. Can I not admit that?â She sighs. And youâre probably painting the picture of her being in one of your shirts, laid back on the bed or sat criss-cross - doing literally anything to keep herself moving as you two prolong the conversation.Â
One of the guys bumps you on the shoulder, hinting that theyâre walking on ahead from the bar. You nod and start walking with them, clearing your throat before answering, âWhat if I told you I feel the exact same way? You can add on from that, Iâm pretty sure.âÂ
âGod, the slight change in your voice when youâre trying to make me work,â she says, grinning while you continue to keep the steady walking pace. âMaybe if you can excuse yourself before the new hour, Iâll let you tie me up to the bed.âÂ
âYunjin. Christ-âÂ
âIâll let you know right now that I have nothing underneath your shirt at the moment. Just for good leverage.âÂ
Oh, itâs another challenge alright. Two can play at this.
âWhich shirt?â You ask, gauging the image forming in your head. âI forgot to give you thanks for doing the laundry earlier after, yâknow.âÂ
âThis old shirt from that thrifting run we did. And you can thank me in other ways.â Yunjin says, humming as you can tell exactly what sheâs doing. âIâm already imagining it, what youâll do to me if you get home fast enough.âÂ
âLike what,â you breathe, the huff going into the microphone that has her mixing her giggle with a half-moan in between. âIâm a visual learner, but I need details to set the picture right.âÂ
Thereâs a quiet whine heard when you stop at the intersection, turning yourself away so that no one else in the group can pick up your current phone call, or at least have the frame of mind to ask you whoâs on the other end. The stiff breaths on Yunjinâs side pick up in a loose rhythm. Itâs no surprise; sheâs slowly touching herself, and you can picture it. Forming the image of her hand between her thighs, letting her long figures slide in and out with a bit of a twist, increasing the sound of slick.Â
âIâm picturing your hand, thumb on my clit, getting me dizzy.â
âAnd?âÂ
âHow youâll stretch my tiny pussy out, pressing my back down while Iâm screaming into the mattress.âÂ
âI will. What else?âÂ
âYour cock-â she says, âYour lovely cock, how your hands roam across my body. Marking my skin up with your mouth and teeth in all the ways that I like it,â Yunjin inhales deeply, and you can visualize the arch in her back when she bottoms herself out, â-no idea, how good youâd look inside of me, right now. Bending me over the bed, riding you out, until you fuck me deep, using me just to get yourself off. The way you, fuck- get so addicted to me.âÂ
âI know.â You tell her, looking both ways while crossing, âHow many fingers did I get inside of you? Remind me again, three?â As youâre asking, one of the guys looks back in shock at what was said out loud, winking at them while nodding in approval. They know, besides, itâs the unspoken bro code.Â
âThree,â she whines, letting you know sheâs limit testing herself with three of her fingers inside her pussy. âYour fingers are better, and maybe we can try four. The offer is still on the table.âÂ
This fucking girl. âWhatâs my time limit here?âÂ
Yunjin sounds unorganized, humming and breaking a whine. âCome back any later than eleven, and you donât get to cum inside of me. Iâm gonna get so close till you get here, and Iâll let you finish in my mouth as mercy.âÂ
You click your tongue, convinced of the fact that youâre cornered for now, but it wonât matter if the end of the deal is held; with gritting teeth, Yunjin giggles at the assertion that youâll fuck her senseless if thatâs she wants. Thereâs nothing wrong with that declaration, since sheâs the one who started all of this anyway.Â
âAlright, pretty boy. Thirty minutes.â Is all she says, and then hangs up. A second later she sends a picture of her reflection in the mirror, legs raised and spread apart like a normal split, a string of slick to be clearly seen.Â
A look at your watch. The dinner you attended with the guys was at seven. Itâs thirty minutes until eleven. Youâre not far from the apartment from where youâre at, and as luck would have it, one of the guys was looking to call his night early. Even better when heâs living in the same apartment complex as you; all you need to figure out is how to convince him to rush back home.Â
While breaking away from the group, the bro code comes into play again, and apparently his girlfriend sent him nudes while eating earlier. Not exactly sure why he would show you a picture of his naked girl in the first place but hey, great minds think alike.Â
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You kinda blame Kazuha for making Yunjin like this at times.Â
Not your fault however, since the pair of them conveniently share a brain cell together whenever Yunjin stops by your shared apartment with Kazuha to stay over and chill. From what you can recall, these two have been best friends up until middle school; Kazuha went overseas to pursue her passion for ballet while Yunjin was focusing on the performing arts - and in a way, they were still tethered together despite being miles and miles apart across the globe.Â
(Call it a fine pairing of toothbrush and toothpaste, but the connection you saw what these two had was something to admire.)Â
âYou sure you donât want a bite?â Kazuha asks, opening up the styrofoam box to reveal a set of six takoyaki pieces. Yunjin sits next to her on her phone, switching between apps in record time from the socials to her emails, a mean look to her face when she looks at the grade from her art project, a perfect score to the narrowing eyes as if she herself couldnât believe her own work.Â
âSave one for me,â you answer, getting up from the lounge seat to migrate towards the kitchen, hoping to satisfy your food cravings with a light snack to slowly administer the growing appetite. âYunjinâs the one who suggested getting takeout in the first place so I think you two should at least have most of it for yourselves.âÂ
âI told you ordering eight was better than having six,â Yunjin scoffs, scraping Kazuhaâs shoulder while lowering the plastic bag to pull the other foods that they ordered from their go-to place that was on the outside of campus. âNow, are we gonna eat this together or are you gonna give me another play-by-play with your sex shenanigans for the tenth time.âÂ
You roll your eyes while ripping the wrap of the instant ramen, âZuha, who was it this time?âÂ
âUh, none of your business?âÂ
âIt should most definitely be my business if I canât find the fucking cable to my keyboard,â you retort, frowning while Kazuha flips you off with the middle finger. âI already had to scold Yunjin for stealing my pants, bleaching them by accident, and then giving it to Sakura for her fashion project.â Cocking your head over, you see Yunjin set up her phone for the mukbang theyâre about to do, the tripod already centered between the two of them on the table and the pair already fixing up their hair a bit to make it presentable. âPlease donât tell me you got that on camera.âÂ
âBloopers.â Kazuha adds, âIâll let Sakura know to return your pair of pants later with this clip.âÂ
âEnough talk,â Yunjin says, pulling a takoyaki out and hovering it over her other hand. âThink we can eat this in one bite?âÂ
âReady to do this?â Kazuha asks.
âLetâs go.â Yunjin answers.Â
Youâre muttering to yourself behind the counter: âThe food is still hot, you idiots.âÂ
âI think weâll be okay,â Kazuha replies, leaning closer to the camera with her piece of takoyaki, âMight be a little dangerous, but weâre gonna do it anyway.â Youâre trying to fight the snort in your throat while youâre looking over to see both of them eat it, getting two solid bites into the delicious snack while youâre still watching them.Â
Kazuha leans back, covering her mouth while Yunjin hollows her cheeks, lips slightly open, breathing out hot air. Both of them move in opposite directions, but Kazuha follows Yunjinâs movement, keeling over to the right side. While that was happening, the table shifted from underneath, moving the camera and causing it to tip over to their right side as well. Soon after, Yunjinâs quick to sit back up and fix the phone to make it stand upright, laughing while Kazuhaâs face literally goes beet red from the hot food.Â
Rolling your eyes, you continue to make your own, paying no attention to the girls in the living room. You hear them arguing over how the takoyaki was still hot when Kazuha claimed that it wasnât, âI thought you checked that these were already cooled down.âÂ
âAnd I told myself that it wasnât going to be that hot still, but itâs that hot!â Yunjin says, mouth full while Kazuha is trying to fan her face.Â
Youâre leaning over again with the steam from the pot rising to your face, âIâll have that one extra piece for me,â telling Yunjin with a cracked grin, âThank you very much.âÂ
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(Kazuha claimed a while back one night, whilst youâre trying to conjure up a preliminary profile with the new phone number sitting in your phone, that there is someone who is equally bad as her. In terms of bad, youâre assuming that in all the ways Kazuha falls under. The appearance only shows half the tale when it comes to Yunjin; until your first date with her at the end of the week, of course.Â
Youâre also making the counterargument that Kazuha didnât even tell you that she and Yunjin were close friends in the first place, accusing her that the piece of information was âneed to knowâ leading up to the interaction later on with Yunjin in class that day.Â
âIâm telling you this now,â she says, stealing your onion ring from your fingers before you could even get a bite to it, âSheâs a freak just waiting to be let out.âÂ
âYouâre serious?â you say at the time, keeping eyes locked with Kazuha with a nursing cup of milk as your nightly beverage. The soft slurp is just audible enough to hear through your ears, âSheâs a lot like you in the way that she acts.âÂ
Kazuha bobs her head in agreement, âTrust me. Her and I did a lot of experimenting and research, even though we were like- in our teenage years, but you get the point.âÂ
Then you run a hand to your face, recalling every single characteristic with your fingers while Kazuha grabs another onion ring from the bowl. âOkay, so itâs like this: sheâs sweet, has this sort of attitude if she doesnât get what she wants, needy, doesnât clean up after themselves especially when it comes to their laundry, and self-absorbed with the help of their friends.â Â
âOuch. Who the hell hurt you?â Kazuha tuts, flipping you off with a stray onion ring thrown at you. Youâre laughing, but itâs all good vibes and jokes with your roommate.Â
âYouâre right,â she says soon after, âBut donât say I didnât warn you.â)
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All credit to Kazuha, for slightly playing the role of matchmaker. Though, itâs already a difficult task to do in dealing with her around the house - now imagine with two Kazuhaâs, figuratively speaking. The only contrast is, Yunjinâs outlook may be similar to Kazuhaâs, but sheâs entirely different that's way more appealing to you.Â
She breaks the pattern in your life in a lot of ways you donât expect.
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Unhinged.Â
That could be-Â
âLet me hear you moan, baby. I need to know how much you like this.âÂ
-one sure way to describe it.Â
Yunjinâs voice rasps against your ear, while the only thing thatâs pooling through your eyes is the carmine shade of hair, while her back is pressed against the door of the stall in the gentlemenâs room. Itâs some mixer that Sakura and Kazuha insisted that you two come along for fun; some alcohol is in the system, maybe itâs the heat from the amount of bodies on the dance floor, you donât really remember how you got to this position - not that it really mattered.Â
Sheâs got one of her long legs wrapped around you, a hand firmly grasped to the back of your neck while your is well worked past the elastic of her panties, curling a finger inside her that makes her sing these wondrous hums and whimpers, watching has her half-lidded eyes glisten in the low light hanging above; and those thickly rimmed specs of hers, the glance alone makes you want more of her. Itâs incredibly ethereal how she looks when her lids flutter shut, swollen lips half open when youâre edging her out even harder, cheeks flushed while sheâs doing this pliĂŠ motion on her single foot, hoping to fuck herself more with your fingers - sliding in and out in a steady motion for as long as she could hold it.Â
âFingers babe,â she breathes, nose wrinkling while youâre massaging her clit with your thumb, sinking all over her weight onto your hand. Her glasses slide off the bridge of her nose slightly, pressing it up before shooting her hands down to the button of your pants, feeling the hard line of your cock against the cloth, fumbling with the button until she successfully takes it apart. âYes, right there, ugh, god, please, donât stop..âÂ
âDonât you know I never will,â you tell her, twisting your face over to get her lips on yours again, attacking her neck while you manage to get her pussy to clench around your fingers more. âYouâre a greedy little girl arenât you? Wanting to get fucked in a place like this.âÂ
âYes. Yes.â Yunjin nods, compounding the right words while squealing with the drag upwards to her stomach, âIâll let you do anything to me, please, fuck me right here, I donât give a shit if somebody walks in, I want them to hear you fucking me with your cock.âÂ
The wistful inhale of breath through your lips is a moment of satisfaction, the second she gets her fingers wrapped around your cock, gently. She likes playing this little game with you, the kind of game to get you in the right mindset to where youâll drop all sensibilities with the sole intention - the only intention: to have you fucking her like itâs the one purpose youâre all good for with Yunjin. It can go both ways, but more often than not, itâs always her thatâs the one to get you over that sheer line of craziness, fueled by the reverberating sounds of her moans bouncing off the walls and words ordering you to put your cock inside her, pull you in to this inescapable black hole of lust that youâll come back to again and again and again.Â
âSo-â you shut her up with a kiss that she hums in content, âfucking needy.â And when you slip your fingers out of her warm cunt, that should solidify the commitment to finally build on what youâre working towards.
Until Yunjin takes your matters into her own hands.Â
The moment comes to you much like in a black flash; a blink and youâll miss it type of deal. One second youâre pinning Yunjin to the door of the stall, the next second sheâs pinning you to the door with her hands yanking your pants down, stroking your hard cock thatâs already leaking with every pump.Â
âDidnât you want me to, shit-â you try to ask, Yunjinâs lips making you not think straight, the intoxicating flavor filling your tastebuds, pulling your bottom lip slightly while shoving you deeper into the door. âI thought you wanted-âÂ
âShut up and relax,â she says, lowering herself to her knees as youâre getting vivid flashbacks to the exact same thing she did in the custodianâs closet a while back. âCanât let you have all the fun now, can I?â Â
Itâs funny how Yunjin enticed and waltzed her way into your life, without really selling anything significant until shortly after, to where she would find herself as this pliant puddle of wobbling lips and uneven moans; only to have the whole persona completely shifted to where youâre the one getting thoroughly fucked over, and falling for it every single time.Â
Never gets old, really.Â
Youâre still trying to process whatâs happening, maybe it could be the buzz whirling around your head, as this vibrant hum of the flickering light over you in the menâs bathroom keeps you conscious. When you look at Yunjinâs gorgeous eyes, almost like sheâs stargazing into yours, it doesnât help with the obscene act of her jerking your throbbing cock, lathering it lightly with those delicate flicks of her tongue starting at the base, working her way up while you can feel the beads of sweat start to trickle down from your forehead. Sheâs basically asking for it: to wrap those plump lips around your cock, use her mouth as the sole bucket for you to spill inside, make you forget about any current worries plaguing your mind.Â
Sheâs leaving these scattered chaste kisses across your shaft before pulling away, licking her lips slightly, mewling when she decides to play with you a bit longer, catching one of your balls into her mouth. The whole half of your upper body shifts, almost unsure what to do while her hand glides across your length with the help of her spit coating it. She rests just underneath the tip, puckering up at the sensitive area while your grip on her shoulder gets tighter. Itâs the fucking drag, the way she traces her fingerstips and tongue, sheâs so fucking evil.Â
âThose fucking glasses,â you grit, hand ghosting to the right side of her head like youâre trying to prevent some piece of artwork from falling, potentially ruining it. âYouâre not thinking about taking them off anytime soon, are ya?âÂ
âThis is my favorite pair,â she muses, raising a hand up to your chest while her soft lips slips the head of your cock into her mouth, a prelude for whatâs to come. âWonder how I would look with your cum on them.âÂ
âFucking. Filthy.âÂ
âHad enough yet?â Yunjin asks, teeny bit tipsy in her voice as she laughs, âDonât try to think so hard this time.âÂ
All of that tension in your fists suddenly goes away when Yunjin finally dips her head down, deep, deeper, where your hand shifts from her shoulder into her hair, slippery hot and soothing the more she bobs at the gradual pace. Your eyes canât help but zero their focus on the perfect glide her lips have over your shaft, increasing the suction every pull back and up till the back of your head hits the laminate behind you. Itâs a recurring lesson youâre learning each and every single time: the moment Yunjin has your cock in any way, she intends to unravel you with her hands, her lips, her pussy; sheâll get what she wants, all you have to do is just take it.Â
âFuck.â Is a word you can manage to say; the only word youâll keep saying, for that matter.Â
âMm?âÂ
Yunjin, is a perfectionist, an artist ready to give a jaw dropping performance; the way that her lips continue to slather up your cock, drawing back just past the tip, hollowing her cheeks slightly that makes you slap your free hand to the door to let her know that youâre teetering towards absolute chaos. She freezes for a second, just to build suspension, before picking up where she left off, taking you back into the unbelievable heat of her mouth, deepening the angle right to the base, until her nose grazes your hips, keeping you in her throat, feeling the first twitches get to you.Â
And when she looks up with your whole length, the gaze is undeniably impossible to break away from. Sheâs reading into the shallow breaths leaving your mouth, how your chest does these irregular motions when she ups the sensual pace to something desperate, working you with the added twist of her hand, jerking you while some of her shoulder is exposed from the leather jacket she was wearing. Youâll mark up that collarbone sooner in here or later at home, itâll happen.Â
Few minutes pass for what feels like an eternity, she releases your cock from her mouth, returning back to your balls while she strokes you with your free hand, purring at times that you can barely hear due to the loud music right outside the bathroom. âJen, you look so fucking good like that.âÂ
âLike it when I get your cock all fucking sloppy for me?âÂ
âGod-âÂ
She forces your right hand to a bundle of her hair, you follow the natural instinct to make it into a ponytail or bun or at least something to hold onto when she takes your cock back into your mouth. No verbal cue, just the implication is enough to know what she wants and what you like, simple as that.Â
Just when you think youâve kept yourself safe from the immeasurable amount of pleasure filling your mind, tensing up your balls and stomach to ensure that you can hold out as long as you could, the eyes and ears can only register her head bobbing back and forth in a consistent rhythm, hypnotized at the sound of those gags sheâs making along your shaft.Â
Youâve got two hands in her hair, hips thrusting while pulling her head back in to meet in the middle. Thereâs a slight adjustment of tilting her chin up, so that you can shove your cock a little deeper. Thank God that youâve secluded yourselves away from the crowd, not wanting anyone to see the campusâs âit girlâ take your cock so well into her throat. Nobody knows this side of her, except for you, and youâll keep that to yourself. Here you go, youâre telling her, keep gagging on my cock like this. God, you look so amazing, holy shit, I canât with your mouth, it feels so damn good.Â
Thank the stamina youâve built over time, holding out long enough while Yunjin continues her relentless assault on your cock, inhaling it every chance she gets. Sheâs got two hands dancing along the soaked shaft, hoping that the heat and friction combined would be the final push to make you bust right here and now. Itâs happened before, and sheâll make you cum like this again; all you have to do is just let her.Â
And so you say:Â
â-jin, Iâm gonna fucking cum.âÂ
Those enhanced eyes with those glasses of hers shoot up in excitement, popping her mouth off the head of your cock, furiously jerking it to no avail, with the only thing left to do is to break you. Your knuckles are probably white from the death grip youâve got to her hair, but all youâre feeling is the flattened tongue sheâs swiping on the underside, right at the tip until the contraction was too much to bear, and you let go.Â
In most cases like this - thatâs how everything goes.Â
The face she makes is probably one of the most angelic expressions youâve seen of her, the way her mouth opens in acceptance while her eyelids flutter shut. You let go in sudden pulses that diminish into jittery jolts, every sash of cum shooting out of your slit paints across the scaffold of her glasses, glazing her lens with the sound of content leaving her lips. An obscene image, thereâs cum everywhere across her face, on her lips, some of it got to her eye, and in her hair; the sensation of pleasure gets driven out as your shaft moves gently on her face, giving exactly what she wants, to see you ruined.Â
âGood fucking job, pretty boy. There we go.âÂ
The sigh that leaves your lips is much like a weight lifted off your shoulders. Eyes soon gandering down at the shimmering image of this devil in a daydream or something straight out of your fantasies, darting their tongue out and about with a smug grin spread across their face, with a pair of glasses in their hand with enough messy evidence to conclude that âwow, you actually came so much for meâ kind of deal was indeed, wow.Â
Sheâs humming along this little victory in her throat when you check her phone for the time, only for it to be snatched from your hands and-
The selfie session is actually salacious.Â
Yunjin shifts along the bathroom floor, next to your cock, camera angle ready and snapping away at the work that was just done on her. The poses she makes, puckered up lips and angling your delicate cock as the additional prop is just downright insanity from her. And you imagine if school wasnât really her kind of style, then the other line of profession that you know exactly what would definitely suit her well. Sheâs a slut in the making, oh wait- she already is one.Â
âAre you done?â you ask, moving your head around to ensure that thereâs blood flow while you have a hand down to help Yunjin up, âI think itâs a good idea to go home now.âÂ
When she finally stands up, she puts back the cum covered glasses on her face, scrunching her nose while some of the evidence on her forehead, cheeks, and chin just stay where it's at; almost like a wax candle after being blown out. That beautiful face is completely yours to ruin, and youâre contemplating on whether she should back out to the club like that.Â
âWe should,â she says, while a stray hand grabs yours, feeling the plane of creamy skin underneath across her waist, slipping underneath her tube top to feel the hard nub of her nipple. Her head lolls a bit with the same glint in her eyes, and it only tells one thing: this girl wants more. âIf you want to leave already.âÂ
Something snaps inside you, like a gear clicking in your brain to get it moving again. Legitimately, fuck. Sheâs got you all wrapped around her long finger, that pretty face thatâs just been defiled and fucked upon that most of her mascara is dripping at the sides because of her tears; youâve filled one hole in her body, whatâs wrong with one more?
So you swivel her around, press the front over her body to the door of the stall, strip off that annoying and bulky biker jacket she stole from your closet, pull her top to where all of her lower back could be seen in the dim light. Her hands are quick to slip out of her pants, just enough to where you see the fine curve of her ass, pulling her hips out so that you can get the right position to slide your cock into her. She tiptoes a bit slightly to make the process easier, and she gets you-
âSir,â she breathes, gasping out at the fufillment, âYour fucking cock-â Her head dips down while your length continues to part her walls. Itâs already a good thing that sheâs wet, but some of the leftover drool thatâs damp around the skin of your shaft, makes everything in her cunt just that wetter. Itâs slow, drawn out, and pure delight.Â
âYour cunt, babe.â Youâre gritting out, and you hear the bathroom door swing open to the laugh of a group of guys. The drag back is only met with the harsh drive back in, causing Yunjin to yelp out in pain. The group of guys sound confused at first, but itâs the audible slap of her ass that you make soon after solidifies the hint, and they hush each other to make sure that what theyâre hearing is legit.
She whines at the second or third slap while the guys standing outside the stall murmur in confusion, shuffling out of the bathroom while the pitches in her moans pick up along with your pace, grabbing a handful of her hair to pull her head up, angling the curve of her back where youâre sinking deeper.Â
âGod, baby, I canât-â she gasps out, feeling it all the way down that plush crevice of her pussy. Sheâs gotten so slick to the point where the glide feels effortless.Â
âUh huh,â you mumble, mind already drifting to a plane where youâd never see yourself return to. Yunjin has an outreaching hand backwards to somewhere along the top of your thigh, hoping to grasp with what little brain power she has while getting railed, your grip at her hips - how your fingertips are scraping along the fine skin, the visible red shade across the canvas of her ass when the light flickers for a moment before youâre drowned in darkness. âJust shut up and take it, like the little slut that you are.âÂ
Sheâs spilling out words and words of nonsense, giving you the limitless praises that youâll hear again and again, telling how perfect you are, with that fat fucking cock, choking up her cunt in all the places and spots where she knows youâll hit, the sounds of the slaps fading out from your ears like a soldier experiencing shellshock, penetrating her poor pussy untilâ
âI can feel you t-throbbing, please-âÂ
Christ, youâre cumming for a second time now. Yunjinâs hushed screech fills your ears while you pull out of her cunt, painting her ass across the slick skin. Sheâs pulling up the bottom of her leather jacket, hoping that you wonât hit, but you do. These white ribbons youâre spurting across the place will be a sight to behold; the things that this woman does to you, fist still wrapped tight around your cock while youâre seeing stars in the back of your head.Â
âJesus shit, Yunjin,â you warble, âfuck, I canât believe- ugh.â She shelters her face beneath the red curtain of hair, slouching forward while youâre holding her at the hips still, thumb rubbing across the sides while the words coming out of her mouth are still incoherent, still in the utter awe of the defiling act that was committed in this bathroom stall.Â
(Shit, youâre saying, we forgot about Kazuha and Sakura. What would they think? The look on their faces when they see Yunjin completely soaked in cum, theyâll probably congratulate her, considering the kind of freaks they are.)Â
Yunjin finally stands up, guiding your hands to the bottom of her waist, twisting her head back so that you can inhale the sweet stench of sex emitting from her body, grinning with no care in the world. Itâs unreal how she is, but youâll chalk up a final thesis down the line.Â
âIâll say this again,â she tells you, turning around to let you have a closer look of her face still drenched in your cum, âLove it when you cum so much for me.âÂ
âYouâre not serious about walking out of here looking like this.âÂ
âI am.â She projects, dropping her frames a bit slightly so that her eyes can hover above, âThis is proof that Iâm yours to the world. Now let's get out of here with Kazu and Sakura so that they can know what you just did to me.âÂ
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Predicting Yunjinâs next move or quirk is practically a dice roll at times.Â
Most times, itâs pretty easy and straightforward with all of the usual activities and shenanigans around school or at home. Sheâll be in the cafe with you, buzzing her lips while youâre sitting across from her editing something for a commission or writing up a paper that will work towards a letter of recommendation if you pick and choose your professors wisely. Youâll look up to see that rich smile, something that will send your heart beating away double time from the first glance. Maybe on the way back home sheâll sneak a candid picture of you doing absolutely nothing, and sheâll adore it because youâre just being yourself.Â
On other occasions, sheâll come pin you down or bring something up unprompted. All it really just takes is a simple conversation to get it going.Â
âHey, youâre done?â she asks, standing in the kitchen one night, whipping up one of your favorite comfort foods that will always be the problem solver: smoked salmon mixed with some vegetables. âThought that you were never gonna come out of that room alive.âÂ
âYeah,â you answer, ruffling the back of your head while your feet scrape across the hardwood, âThat portfolio was a little bit tough to get started, but itâs almost there. Stomachâs killing me anyway so-âÂ
âCame just at the right time. Itâs finished, have a seat.â
Thereâs something domestic with this style of living youâve constructed. Wondering, maybe through the little hole in the lock of a door, what it would be like for you and Yunjin to have a place together. With stable incomes and the space wide open enough for literally anything and everything that you and her could imagine together. Itâs all there, but itâll be a matter of time before you cross that bridge.Â
Yunjin twists around, smitten at the fact that youâre sitting across from her with your head resting on your hand, just watching from afar while your girlfriend is doing one of the most plain acts in cooking. Sheâs in your hoodie, a bit oversized to where it covers past her hips, sleeves rolled up to her elbows, thereâs a soy sauce stain on it where the pocket is - you just wore that yesterday, but itâs fine. âWhy are you looking at me like that?â
âBecause I can?â you answer, stifling a laugh.Â
She ruffles her messy bun a bit (since she knows thatâs your one true weakness), putting the wooden spoon in her hand to her mouth, tipping it along her chin, scanning your expression with narrowing eyes, pulling her bottom lip inward slightly, clearly not satisfied with the vague reason.Â
âAre you thinking about me naked?â She asks, tilting her head to the left. âI can see you imagaining it right now.âÂ
âNo.â
âYou are, arenât you?â
With you saying nothing, the staring doesnât help and itâs telling her otherwise.Â
âYouâre already imagining it!â She exclaims, pulling the wooden spoon in her hand back, nearly ready to throw it at you. All you give her is the simple shrug with your shoulders, proving her suspicions right, but youâll be proud in not hiding things from her, especially if it leads to sexual escapades later.Â
âGo wash your hands, dirty boy.â Yunjin instructs, giving a âshooingâ motion with her other hand while youâre standing up from the chair, not saying a word but using your face and arms to dispute her claim, despite being completely right and youâre picturing her not wearing anything beneath your hoodie anyway. âI canât have you fucking me later if the tank is empty.âÂ
Softly laughing, you give her a pfft underneath the sound while looking away, already twisting your body towards the dark hallway where the bathroom is. âI was thinking about something else,â you tell her, cocking your head to refute her observation, âbut I was also picturing you naked without my hoodie.â
âMhm, okay. Sure.â she says, giggling while youâre walking away defeated, looking at her phone resting on the counter while you make headway to the bathroom. âDonât spend too much time in the bathroom with your hand, by the way.âÂ
She notices the middle finger youâre giving behind your back, but youâll listen and honor the request.Â
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Some days, she just does things without an explanation. Forget about questioning as to what or why, the glare in her eyes have sunk so deep into yours with this heavy urge to just let Yunjin have her way and show no restraint to what she wants from you.Â
âNo? Iâm not really doing anything right now.â She answers, parting your legs while youâre shifting your hips forward to the edge of the cushions, feeling the layer of shorts and boxers get discarded in a few seconds. Kazuhaâs on the other end, probably giving a debrief or probable game plan to get with a guy whoâll be fucking her later; itâs one of those weekends again, the usual business.Â
You pay no attention, scrolling away lifelessly on three different social media apps with the occasional jump to reply to this group chat for one of your classes, seeing the crimson hair hovering right over your crotch while Yunjin takes your cock in her free hand, slowly stroking to full hardness.Â
Looking over, she locks eyes with you, wearing her favorite pair of specs; the thickly rimmed ones, to be more specific. Those doe eyes magnified ten times while her long fingers work around your growing cock, leaving a slow kiss along the side while sheâs listening to Kazuhaâs verbal dump on the phone. âWho me? Iâm just on the couch, sucking cock. No big deal.âÂ
Just as youâre about to say something, probably a quick ânoâ to let Kazuha know of the complete opposite on the phone, her tongue swirls at the underside as her mouth seals around the head, pressing a bit across the sensitive area until your hips give up the lightest twitch off the seat.Â
Itâs so, so fucking warm in there.Â
This is a problem.Â
Yunjin hums this sort of answer, shimmying her head to take the rest of you into her mouth, simmering your length with a giggle as Kazuhaâs muffled voice through the phone, probably rambling on about her recent adventures with Sakura that you donât know about. Youâll think nothing of it, locking eyes with her while she pulls a bit of her hair over her ear, swirling tongue at a vein while her hand floats across your stomach, then down to your thigh, feeling the light scratch of her nails as she continues to bob her head up and down.Â
âIâm gonna say something if you just-â you hush while the vice around your cock tenses up your legs and hips, feeling the press of your heels onto the floor while Yunjin muffles herself again. Some of her hair trickles down to the inner side of your thigh, holding onto some of her hair while your mouth is parted open, vacuuming your gut from the inside as your ass is practically off the seat.Â
This is gonna get entirely fucked over if she doesnât play nice. âYunjin, I swear to fuck-âÂ
Youâre stroking the crown of her hair, bobbing at a consistent pace now. At this point sheâs just listening to Kazuha explain to Sakura now about her troubles with her friends with benefits, free hand thatâs not holding the phone now at the base to hold your cock still as she does this party trick of pulling her mouth over her teeth - and the slide of her lips across the soaked surface is so sensitive, and youâre fighting every natural impulse to not ruin this just for your own pleasure.Â
Itâs so subtle, the way her tongue passes through, swirling the stiff line beneath, lips wet and warm across your cock, sliding in every way she pleases; your phone is pretty much off to the side, forget about texting back that group chat for your class.Â
She pulls back, moaning while thereâs a visible line of spit from the tip, âHuh? Oh, I donât have any plans for tomorrow. But we can go with Chae if sheâs free.â She smiles widely, hand skating up the length to keep you pulsing. âMe? I just have this one assignment, but Iâll have him help me when weâre done here.âÂ
âCan I? Uh-âÂ
âYeah you can remind him, Zuha.â Yunjin glares, licking her bottom lip, kissing the area between your base and balls, tongue flattening and elevating up the side. She can tell that youâre getting agitated, with every passing second of her hot mouth and the addicting feeling of how her lips wrap around you, hoping to let her push you over the edge. âAlright, have fun with your dick appointment, girl. Iâll see you soon. âKay, bye.âÂ
There could be a vein or two popping out of your brain and neck, and Yunjin flashes this mischievous smile, hand sliding on the upper half of your cock while her mouth nurses the base, beautiful hazel eyes crossing as one of your feet slip out from under the coffee table, head hitting the cushions while this girl between your legs take full control of the lower half of your body. A hum leaves your throat, slurring, Yeah, fuck. Thatâs all youâre able to say, but itâs fine. Relax, Yunjin will take good care of you, always does.Â
Once she stands up a bit, twisting your cock to ensure that itâs still ready for whatâs next, you donât even remember her being in just her panties. The blank canvas of holy skin, the even divide of how her waist forms to her hips, long legs moving one over the other, and that ass is literally a treasure from another planet. âYouâre the absolute worst,â you tell her, hand moving to touch the rare artifact that is her body; so perfect and ready for you to absolutely fuck and ruin. âIâll remember that for later.âÂ
Yunjin swings her ass, pulling her lacy black panties to the side, one hand to your the top of your leg while the other is still wrapped with your cock, teasing the head with her glistening lips, dipping down to get that first rush of new heat; youâre groaning at this point, as her face hides but you can imagine the satisfied expression when she inserts you in.Â
âBaby,â she mutters, keeping herself sliding down the fullness of you, letting every edge of your thick cock press against her walls - the feeling itself is too much to handle. Her ass crashes down, a measured test from the first move. Youâll make a rein with anything thatâs within reach. The ass is one option, the crease where her hips and legs meet; her tits also, and let's not forget about that waist.Â
Youâre pulsing again. Her heat choking your cock is molten, you can hear the gasps in her breath, the sighs of delight from your own, filling her cunt like it's the only thing needed as of right now.Â
âIâm so gonna get you back,â you growl, âby filling up your sopping little cunt with my-âÂ
The movements still for a bit, but the grind she does when she bottoms up your length at the hilt; you couldâve came right then and there, though you did everything in your power not to - not yet.Â
She trembles for a second, muttering some nonsense that will have no attention towards while her pussy lips keep you focused on the grip - how it slides up and down. She stops, only to rise with her knees while giving the slightest look back. Fucking insane.Â
âPlease,â she begs, âIâll let you do anything to have you cum inside me.âÂ
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Sometimes, Kazuha likes the sudden change of patterns with the things you do with Yunjin.
Consider it to be a full circle moment to from watching her bring her fuck buddies over to the place, now itâs her watching you have your fun that was bound to happen sooner or later. She always brings that up once in a while, just to tease you. Thatâs the partial point of the social construct of college: to get with people and see if things work or not. If they do, great; and if they donât, well thatâs just part of the fun anyway.Â
âReally?â Kazuha asks, amused at the sight taking place in front of her: Yunjin splayed across the kitchen countertop, âYou two really have no shame.â She says, watching you lick your heart away over the skin of her naked body as Yunjin rakes her fingers into your hair, lets out a shaggy exhale when your lips slide up from her chest back up to her neck.Â
You look up, clearly fed with what the observation was brought up now.Â
âWhat can he say,â Yunjin groans out, caressing the back of your head when youâre nestled right underneath her jaw, âLover boy here got a little hungry after our study session.â She giggles when you hit her favorite spot right at the pulse point, hands trailing underneath her back when she arches while her arms hook your back to keep the contact going.Â
You pay no care to Kazuha, keeping your priority on Yunjin, whoâs squirming at every touch and lick youâre giving to every discovered part across her body. âCanât seem to get enough of me.â
âWhipped.â Kazuha laughs, walking behind you to the fridge, grabbing two bottles of water to take back to her room. âI was wondering whose shirt it was sitting in the middle of the hallway.â She looks over your shoulder, seeing her friend completely marked all over; up and down, neck and chest tattered with hickeys and bite marks, legs spread apart where your hips sit in between. âAre you coming tonight?âÂ
âTo where?â You ask, letting a stray hand to her tit while youâre looking over to give Kazuha the proper attention. âI thought you didnât have plans tonight.âÂ
âI didnât,â Kazuha says, âUntil Sakura finally let me have a go with her on and off fling sheâs been seeing for the past two weeks. She showed him a picture of me and was like, automatically into me. Now Iâm gonna close the deal with him.âÂ
âAre you now?â Yunjin asks, on an elbow while your stray hand trails down to her clit, lightly massaging it to keep her occupied. Sheâs tugging on your shirt, keeping a close eye to your fingers dancing along her leaking slit, sighing prettily. It didnât take that long for her to get comfortable with Kazuha being in the house while youâre fucking her on any given time of the day, and the idea of privacy was thrown out the window long before that.Â
âSo that explains the fake ID sitting on the coffee table,â you tell her, feeling Yunjinâs hands on the elastic of your sweats, unveiling your cock when you take the hint and assist. âBut donât you have your own to use? Or did you lose it?âÂ
Kazuhaâs extended period of silence says everything that you need to know about her situation. And the fact that it had Chaewonâs picture on the card, proves the slightest concern thatâs rumbling through her mind right now.Â
âKazuhaâs still a good girl at heart.â Yunjin observes, shuffling to the edge of the countertop while youâre tugging along the length, lightly tapping her core as the purrs start to fill up the kitchen. âYouâll be fine, weâll move back to the room before Sakura comes to get you. Promise.â Her head hits the marble when you slip inside into her cunt, hooking onto the top of her thighs as the irregular breaths coming out of her start to stabilize. You havenât even sunk all the way in yet, sliding until youâre parting her soaked lips, making her feel full.Â
âI think you should go to Kuraâs.â You add, looking up while composing yourself in Yunjinâs tight pussy. âWould be better for her to see that youâre ready at her place rather than the other way around, I think.â The slick should be the only thing youâre worried about now, her hand grasping onto your wrist when you drag out the first few times, gradually picking up the pace while the lovely glow on your girlfriendâs face starts to set in. âJust try to match the same hairstyle like Chaeâs in the picture, and youâll be fine.âÂ
Kazuha nods, pursing her lips while she starts to step away. âAs much as I love to sit here and watch, Iâll treat myself to my own cock in about a few hours.â She walks away while youâre nicking your head and Yunjinâs waving a loose hand goodbye as Kazuha makes her way back to the room, relaying your focus to the girl at your hips getting slammed with every hit your cock makes into her sweet spot.Â
âNow that sheâs gone, where was I?â you say sweetly, shifting your hands upward to her hips, admiring those pretty pussy lips, clamping up her cunt.Â
Yunjin loves how wrecked you get her, itâs an essential thing that will keep her going, the way sheâs sighing out all of the praises and sounds, âG-God, please. Fuck me more.âÂ
You donât even have to think twice about it. Because thatâs the typical Huh Yunjin style she proses. It comes in a cycle, going on and on and on for as long as you could recall, unsure how things fell to the way that it did, but youâll be there to listen to everything that there is to hear coming both from and out of her lips.Â
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(The funny thing about patterns, is the sense of normalcy at how things are around the apartment.Â
You donât even hear the front door open since youâre heavily focused on Yunjinâs thick ass bouncing back on your cock, giving yourself time to breathe while sheâs doing all the work for the next few moments. Kazuha peers through the crack of the open door leading into the room, a lone pair of eyes finally catching the picture of you two on the bed; thereâs her forehead, slipping back out into the hallway in a string of laughs.Â
A sole assumption that Sakuraâs skill for matchmaking helped Kazuhaâs love life get it in the right direction.)Â
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Youâre not entirely sure how things flowed this way.Â
Though, itâs been really easy to get swept up in all of the different responsibilities falling onto your plate as the weeks continue to pass. Assignments get turned in on time, some parties are on the calendar every few weekends, and the days are winding down until youâve got that degree in your hand. Only a matter of time before the real worldâs calling, but that bridge will come when you get to it.Â
âWhat's the measured response?â Yunjin asks one day, tilting her head at an angle while watching something on her iPad, âI know the whole premise of this show but, Iâm literally lost at what the final movieâs overall theme is.âÂ
Sheâs got her feet up on the seat, you on the opposite end zoning out after she made you cum down her throat in a corner hidden away from everyone else at the library, not trying to let the sounds of her soft moans fill your ears as sheâs slurping your cockâs life away in broad daylight (technically working hours, but you get the point.)Â
âI mean, the movie itself is-âÂ
âAmazingly depressing, unsettling, downright traumatic. I think I might just cry.â Yunjin answers, leaning forward as youâre wrapping up a page of some Murakami book that Sakura handed to you for an early graduation gift. âIs that book also depressing to read too? I know Kkura said that she has a couple at her place.âÂ
You look at the front cover. Norwegian Wood was pretty much a blind read, and Sakura herself didnât really tell you what the whole story was about to begin with. So far, itâs been intriguing with every ten pages or so, aside from the fact the love interest has got some issues by a third of the way in? Maybe halfway? Youâre flipping pages whenever you can because itâs a good way to pass time.Â
Yunjin leans a little more across the table, studying your features, the way that your eyes move with every passing word in the passage, pursing her lips with every small nick of your head when thereâs something interesting to note or probably worth annotating later. She thinks that youâre being intrigued, when in reality, youâve just discovered another thing about the main love interest thatâs running the âoh, what the fuck?â in your mind just now.Â
A look up slightly above the pages, and sheâs sitting there. From her eyes alone theyâre staring at you in admiration.Â
Itâs still impossible to tell what this woman wants from you sometimes.Â
âWhat?â you ask, softly giggling when sheâs giving this quizzical look with her knuckles resting under her chin. âI thought you said you needed to study?âÂ
âI did,â she shrugs. âIâve just come to the probable conclusion that youâre an interesting human being.âÂ
âWell what the hell is that supposed to mean?âÂ
Yunjin bobs her head confidently. âYouâre a smart guy.â An outreached hand over yours to close the book, her eyes flick back to you again while youâre trying to observe her body language, the way her glances exchange from seeing you to some passerby walking in the library. âIâm sure youâre still thinking about earlier.âÂ
Your jaw drops slightly, repulsed at the sly wink that sheâs giving you. Thereâs no deniability coming from you, sheâs just pulling the rope at every urge within the bones in your body to see what she demands. âAnd what if I am?âÂ
She grins, finger between her teeth, âWhat do you say we get out of here then?âÂ
Youâll follow her back to the apartment in a heartbeat.Â
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A quote is said at the end of a lecture one day from your finance professor: âThis too, shall pass.â The interpretation alone could be applied to a wide variety of things throughout a busy schedule. It could be passed as advice, a lesson, a reminder; or at least a simple mantra to go by once youâve reached the crossroads from one turn of the page to the next.Â
Some of the remaining morning classes get skipped.Â
Some of the study sessions leading up to finals get cut short.Â
Every passing day until the eventual break has been met with a metric of unpredictability that you still canât quite fathom about. Thatâs the beauty of what life has to offer, actually - to break the solid cycle of that routine thatâs basically second nature up until now, do stuff thatâs worth the fun without worrying about whatâs to follow after. Youâre always on the receiving end of this, getting pulled by Kazuha or Sakura or Chaewon or literally anyone thatâs willing to peer pressure you into doing the stupid shit that they always get themselves into.Â
At the end of every probable argument, Yunjin always gets the final say.Â
Doesnât matter if youâre fighting the sounds rumbling out of your chest, or the endless streams of begging please keep fucking me coming out of her. What keeps you in is the way she rolls her hips, slowing the movement for a second when sheâs reaching over to the nightstand to grab her phone, answering Hanniâs call as she has a hand to your mouth to keep quiet. The drag alone is an overload for your brain, falling off the edge till youâve got your load fucked deep enough into her pussy and get several more after because she wants it.Â
Sheâs got the phone between her shoulder and ear, âyeah, got it. Okay, awesome. Iâll see you soon, yeah, mhm, weâll be there, Iâll tell him. Yes, yes, yes. Uh huh, bye.âÂ
God, and when she pulls herself up to a kneeling position over you, looking below at how well your cock fills her. Itâs making you want to do all of the things she knows youâll do to her. Put her in her place, have her screaming until the neighbors next door come over to complain for the hundredth time, and for the love of god, just keep her hips there so that you can-
âMake a mess of my pussy baby. I want to feel it so deep inside me.âÂ
This side of herâŚman. Itâll happen now, and it will pass. But it will most definitely come back again soon.Â
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The weeks after blow by like a bullet train, and before you know it, itâs grad season.Â
Itâs a few days before everyone in your cohort gets the sought out reward of walking across that stage and pulling that tassel from the left over to the right. Youâre at a party hosted by one of Sakuraâs friends, taking it easy in one of the seating areas in the backyard with the overhanging lights, occasionally fighting off the bugs that come every now and then. Consider this to be a tune into one of those many conversations:Â
âSo what are we thinking?â Youâre looking down to see Yunjin lounging, head on your lap as her lanky legs are taking the remaining space at the left side of the couch. âYou still havenât told me about your new interest in art recently.âÂ
She looks up to your hand massaging her head before returning eye contact with you, staring, contemplating before giving an answer. âI told you. I like the whole dreamy, pastel, impressionist vibe from certain works.âÂ
âSo like Van Gogh?âÂ
âKinda. Iâm more into Sorolla and Monet.â Yunjin answers, voice lighting up. âNow that I think about it, a trip to France would add years to my life.âÂ
You nod in agreement, but your attention gets diverted to the beer pong table beneath the awning, watching as Kazuha and Sakura win their game with their new boyfriend. Just by looking at them, itâs pretty odd to see how itâs working, but youâll give props to the effort theyâre putting in.Â
Yunjin then sits up next to you, stretching her limbs, yawning a bit with a pout at the end. Her hair shuffles down her shoulder, flashing her face towards you, bright smile and squinting and eyes flickering. Sheâs doing that thing again: trying to assess whatâs going through your thoughts right now, hoping to pick apart your brain bit by bit since sheâll manage.Â
âWhat,â you ask her, head falling horizontally, âis there something on my face?âÂ
âI guess youâre on the edge,â she tells you, shifting her body closer to yours, examining your appearance with a move of your hair to the side, tracing a finger tip along the lines of your face; to the cheekbones, then the jaw, dusting off a stray leaf on your collarbone before cocking her head back in questioning, âRelax, Iâm just trying to figure out whatâs really on your mind.âÂ
(Consider it to be Yunjinâs signature idiosyncrasy. Sheâs good at reading faces and eyes, connecting the dots of what oneâs true thoughts are. It falls into a certain structure, the way that you answer her questions, how your body reacts to hers, the key habits that falter when sheâs getting warmer to something. You envy how good she is at reading between the lines, wishing that sheâd be anything else but that.)Â
Though, two can play at her game. âI think you know whatâs on my mind.âÂ
Her eyes glisten off of the floating lights from above, fading laughs in the background like thereâs this bubble encapsulating you two. Sheâs been in this scenario so many times before, and from the look in your eyes, it leads to one thing and really one thing only.Â
She grins, pulling her bottom lip inward with a twirling finger to the end of her hair, âSo. You wanna like, get out of here?âÂ
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king of my heart
đđđđ: jeon wonwoo x f.reader
âł I'm perfectly fine, I live on my own. I made up my mind, I'm better off being alone. We met a few weeks ago. Now you try on callin' me "baby" like tryin' on clothes
đ đđ§đŤđ: soulmates au?, non idol au
đ°đ¨đŤđ đđ¨đŽđ§đ: 3.2k
đ°đđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ: so much fluff, theyâre both so incredibly down bad for each other, wonwoo rides a motorcycle (I donât know if thatâs a warning), smut warning below the cut
đđ§: my next story for SVT inspired by reputation songs by taylor swift. This is part of a loosely connecting series called âall for youâ you can absolutely just read this as one shot. Vernonâs story is coming soon about him and his girl thatâs mentions.
part two
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đ°đđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ: unprotected sex, big dick wonwoo, breeding kink, cum play, cum eating, body worship, breast play (wonwoo is boob obsessed), praise kink, glasses kink?(mc gets really turned on by wonwoo glasses), nicknames: baby (both)
It all felt like a whirlwind meeting him. You had lived your life mostly alone. You had moved to the city after college away from your family. You were heavily focused on your career. You had lived alone for the last two years and never even tried dating.
You met Wonwoo on a Friday night when a couple of coworkers convinced you to go out with them. You couldnât say no to Mingyu when he practically begged you to join him and his friends. You and Mingyu worked for a publishing house.
Something tells you Mingyu wanted to set you up with Wonwoo all along. The moment you were introduced you were drawn to him. Heâs so handsome and charming. You shared an instant connection with him you had never shared with anyone before.
Since that first night you met you couldnât stop thinking about the boy with glasses. You went on your first date after only knowing each other for two days. He took you on a sunset picnic by the river. You instantly realized you had a lot in common but you were also quite different, but in a good way. That night was the first night you rode on his motorcycle. You never knew you could be so attracted to a man who rode a motorcycle before him. He took you home walking you up to your apartment. You had no issues with sleeping together on your first date, but Wonwoo said he wanted to wait a little. He said the anticipation of whatâs to come will make it worth it. So that night with you pressed up against your front door you shared a heated kiss goodbye.
Itâs only been two months and you canât get enough of him. He still gives you butterflies and his touch feels electric. You spend almost every day with him one way or another.
His body is plastered behind yours as you lay on your side. His hand grips your soft stomach as he slowly thrust into you. This has been a normal way youâve been waking up with him. You found out very early on that Wonwoo is quite fond of morning sex. Waking up with Wonwoo erection poking your stomach gave you an idea of how your morning was going to go. It didnât take him long for him to slip off your underwear and push your oversized shirt up. You canât help but question why you even try to sleep wearing clothes when Wonwoo is in your bed.
Pushing your hips back you canât help but gasp at how deep heâs hitting. This is one of your favorite positions with him. Heâs so big that when heâs behind you he feels like heâs going extra deep.
âBaby,â he moans your latest nickname heâs started calling you.
Everything about Wonwoo is perfect. Even his body is perfect. His wide shoulders and slim waist, and his dick is the biggest youâve ever had. You donât know how youâll repay Mingyu for basically setting you up.
Wonwoo falls apart filling you to the brim. You learned early on that Wonwoo loves fucking you raw and has a fascination with coming inside you. Sometimes you wonder if he's trying to get you pregnant.
Sitting on his knees between your legs he watches intently as his cum drips out of you. His finger slowly scoops some up before pushing it back inside of you.
âYou know you're the first man I have been with who seems obsessed with coming inside me,â you tease.
âDoes it make me territorial!?â He smiles.
âPossibly, but you donât try to dom me while you do it.â Your hand glides down your stomach and slowly dips through your fold smearing around his release.
âDo you want me dom you?â He asked, arching his eyebrow.
âNot really. I like the way things are with us.â
âThatâs good because this is about as kinky as I get,â he laughs crawling off the bed. He disappears into your bathroom thatâs connected to your room. He comes back holding a warm washcloth. Gently he wipes away the mess that youâve both made.
âI think youâre kinkier than you give yourself credit for. You definitely like to overstimulate me. You also are definitely obsessed with my boobs.â
He walks over to the nightstand putting on his glasses. Shaking his head, âand youâre obsessed with me fucking you while I have my glasses on.â
âWho can blame a girl?â You slowly sit up. He presses his lips to yours for a soft kiss. âOh we canât forget the time you thought it would be fun to edge me.â
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âHas Wonwoo convinced you to go to Seungcheol's birthday tonight yet?â Mingyu says sitting a cup of coffee down in front of you.
Going to events with Wonwooâs friend group still felt odd to you. You werenât used to a man proudly wanting to take you to things.
Before you started dating the man who has been stealing your heart, you didnât realize you have a few mutual friends. Before your first meeting you had Mingyu mention Wonwooâs name a few times. It turns out you and Wonwoo had a few mutual friends. One of them is your coworker Mingyu and the other two are friends from college Vernon and Sweetie. The latter who is now dating another friend from the boysâ friend group Soonyoung.
âHas my boyfriend recruited you to help convince me?â You take a sip of your iced coffee. Seungcheol birthday party has been a conversation with your boyfriend for over a week.
âHe mentioned a couple times that you felt awkward going,â he sits down in the chair in front of your desk.
âIâm awkward in social settings. Hell I never went out with anyone from work until that night a couple months ago when you convinced me.â You weâre quite the homebody before you started working with Mingyu. Back in college you really only had two friends: your roommate at the time, sweetie and her best friend Vernon.
âAnd look what happened you went out and I got you a boyfriend,â he smiles. Mingyu is never going to stop bragging about the fact that he successfully set up you and Wonwoo.
âI guess I donât need to go out again since I got myself a boyfriend. I only need one. I don't need to go try to find a second one.â
The eye roll he gives you makes you feel like youâre winning this conversation. âVery funny. (YN) just go to the party. Itâs just a get together on the rooftop of Seungcheol and Shauâs place. Weâre not going clubbing or anything.â
âWhy do you and Wonwoo want me to go so badly?â
âBecause your boyfriend wants to be able to show you off. Wonwoo wasnât really a relationship guy before you. Let him be the doting boyfriend he loves to be with you.â It seems like both you and Wonwoo weâre fine on your own before you met.
âAre you going to bring any one?â You attempt to change the subject.
Leaning back in his chair he suddenly seems shy. âI have a friend who might come with me.â
âIs this certain friend a girl who works at your favorite coffee place.â
âYes.â
âOkay,â you smile before taking a drink of your coffee. âHas she ridden on your motorcycle yet?â
A smile pulls at his lips, âmaybe.â
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Youâve been home from work for about an hour before Wonwoo lets himself into your apartment. He finds you sitting on your couch with your laptop looking at a book manuscript.
He looks extremely hot with little effort. Heâs wearing jeans, a tight fitting white shirt and a leather jacket. Itâs clear by the helmet in hand he rode his motorcycle over.
âHi,â you close your laptop.
He doesnât say anything, he walks over and presses his lips to yours for a heated kiss.
âI thought I would stop by before heading to Cheolâs birthday.â
âDid you miss me already,â you tease.
âI always miss you.â He pulls away sitting his helmet on the coffee table.
âYou just saw me this morning.â
âMaybe thatâs too long ago for me,â he sits down next to you.
âHow can I get you to go to Cheolâs party with me?â With the amount of times heâs brought up this party itâs clear it's important to him. Youâre starting to feel selfish for giving him such a hard time about it. When it comes to being in a relationship with him you know you both need to compromise sometimes.
âYou really want me to go, huh?â
âIt would be the first time most of the group is together and I would like to introduce you to more people.â He pushes his fingers through his hair. âAlso a few of the guys Soonyoung, Jihoon, and Shauâs girlfriends will all be there.â
âI'm already friends with Soonyoung and his girlfriend. Are we forgetting she was my college roommate?â
âJust humor me and come. Please.â
âDo you have a second helmet or are we taking a cab to Cheolâs?â
âLetâs take cab so you can wear one of your cute little dresses.â
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Parties and get together weâre never your favorite situation to be in. Things donât feel as overwhelming when Wonwoo is holding your hand through it all.
All of Wonwooâs friends are nice and they all seem very excited to get to know you.
Jeonghan went on a rant telling you how Wonwoo talks about you all the time at work. You feel your cheeks burn as you hear about all the kind things your boyfriend says about you.
Mingyu arrives at the party with a pretty girl. You assume itâs the girl youâve heard him talk about. Anytime heâs ever mentioned her he sounds absolutely smitten.
âI think that girl with Mingyu might actually make him change his ways,â Wonwoo whispers in your ear. Youâve through working with Mingyu, and from dating his best friend/roommate that Mingyu isnât normally the dating type. He likes to love and leave them. Most of his relationships seem to be only sexual.
âHe looks happy,â you say.
âHe is. Maybe heâll find what we have,â he kisses your temple. âIâm going to get a drink. Why donât you talk Vernon?â
Your boyfriend heads off to the table that is set up as a makeshift bar. Walking over to the edge that looks out onto the city. Vernon is standing there with a red cup in his hand. He seems lost in thought.
âWhat are you thinking about?â Vernon looks up at you before taking a sip of his drink.
âDo you ever think that youâre destined to be with someone?â
Youâve been thinking about this a lot recently. Your opinions on it now are drastically different then they would have been at the beginning of the year. âYou know if you would have asked me this three months ago I would have said no. But since meeting Wonwoo I feel like a part of me has always been missing before him. He makes me feel whole in a way I didnât even know was possible.â
He leans back against the rail, âsounds like youâre in love.â
âIâve been in love before, but nothing has ever felt like this.â
Vernon gives you a smile before taking another drink. âSounds to me like maybe Wonwoo is your soulmate.â
That word has been floating around in your head for over a month. At the rate you fell in love with Wonwoo it didnât feel real. Before him you were perfectly fine being alone. But somehow he changed everything.â
âMaybe he is,â looking over at the bar area you find him smiling while heâs listening to Joshua and Jun tell him something. You love when he smiles and makes your heart flutter. âI think I need to tell him I love him.â
âHave you guys not said the big L word?â
âNot yet. I think I will tonight.â
Vernon has always been someone special to you. He always seemed to understand more than any of your friends. âWhy did you ask about being destined to be with someone?â
âItâs nothing,â he looks down at his feet.
âVernon, just tell me.â
He lets out a heavy sigh, âI used to think I was destined to be with Sweetie back in college. But like clearly that didnât work out and itâs a good thing it didnât because her and Soonyoung are so happy,â he looks off into the corner where Soonyoung and his girlfriend are clearly having an intimate conversation. âI always cared about her and I definitely loved her back then, but there is someone else now.â
âThe neighbor girl?â Youâve heard him mention the girl who lived across from him, Chan, and Seokmin. He just nods. âIs she still with that guy?â
âIâm pretty sure heâs cheating on her,â he sighs. âI found her crying outside her apartment again yesterday.â
âHave you guys gotten closer?â
âYeah. I canât really keep my feelings out of it either.â
âHave you thought about telling her? Maybe it would give her a reason to leave him.â
âItâs crossed my mind.â
Wonwoo walks up behind pressing his lips to the top of your head. âHey Vernon.â He reaches over patting Vernon on the shoulder.
âHey Wonwoo. Iâm gonna give you guys a minute.â Vernon instantly excuses himself.
âIs he okay?â Wonwoo asked.
âI think he will be.â You canât help but be sad for Vernon. He hasnât exactly been the luckiest when it comes to the dating department.
Wonwoo hands you a red cup with what looks like beer in it. Staring at him watching as he takes a sip you feel like a college girl drinking beer out of plastic cups with the boy sheâs fascinated with.
âWonwoo?â
âYeah baby?â He gives you that same smile that melts you every time.
âI love you.â Normally you would be terrified to say those words first, but with Wonwoo youâre anything but scared.
âThatâs good, because Iâm head over heels for you,â he steps closer to you. Leaning down presses his lips to yours for a heated kiss.
âDoes that mean you love me?â You want to hear him say those three little words.
âI absolutely love you.â
You lean forward and kiss him again. You wonât ever get enough of the feeling of his lips on yours. Wrapping his arms around you he holds you close. There is something so warm and safe about being in his arms.
He releases you from his hold and leans down pressing his lips to your again.
âI need to use the restroom,â you want to get Wonwoo alone away from all his friends for a few moments.
âItâs downstairs in Cheolâs place.â
âI really need you to go with me,â you lace your fingers with his.
âOh, Iâm assuming you donât need to pee?â
âNot at all.â
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Bent over the sink he slowly thrust into you. Glancing up into the mirror, your eyes focus on Wonwoo reflection. The site of his hair a little messy and his glasses on as he fucks you turns you on even more. Strong hands grip your hip as he thrust into you quickly.
âWe donât have a lot of time,â he groans. Reaching around he takes one of your boobs in his hands. You learned very early on that Wonwoo has an obsession with your boobs. He loves playing with them while you fuck.
âYouâre doing so good for me,â his praises do nothing but spur you on. âYou take me so well.â
âFuck- you feel so good,â you quitely whine.
His hips snap into yours at a quick pace. Heâs normally not this quick or rough, but doing this in Seungcheolâs apartment bathroom while everyone is up on the rooftop means he canât take his time with you.
âI love you,â you moan.
âSay it again,â he continues thrusting into you.
âI love you Wonwoo.â
Putting your hand over your mouth you desperately try to muffle your moans. Everyone might be up on the roof top but you donât want to risk someone coming into the apartment and hearing what you and your boyfriend are doing. They donât need to hear you screaming because heâs absolutely railing you in the bathroom.
âI love you,â he moans.
âHarder,â you moan.
He snaps his hips even harder than before. If you werenât bent over the counter he might knock you over with how hard heâs thrusting into you. Grabbing your bicep he lifts you up so youâre flush against him as his hips thrust into you. His hand slides push the straps of your dress down to access your breast. He squeezes tightly playing with your taunt nipple.
âBaby,â you whimper.
âFuck-â
You normally like to look at him during sex but heâs hitting inside you so incredibly deep youâre practically seeing stars.
Fall apart together moaning each other's name. He rolls his hips slowly helping you ride out your high while he paints your inside walls white.
âMaybe coming inside me wasnât a good idea at a party.â
Slowly he pulls out leaving you feeling empty. Your hand reaches down to your core where his cum is already leaking out. He stands there blissed out staring at you. He dips his finger through your slit picking up some of his release. He holds it up to your mouth and without even thinking you lick it off his fingers.
âFuck, youâre hot.â
âMaybe we should clean me up, so everyone doesnât know fucked in the birthday boyâs bathroom.â You say earning a laugh from your boyfriend.
Going back up to the rooftop you try to act like nothing happened downstairs with you and Wonwoo. You let him hold your hand taking you around the party talking to all of his friends. Even though you donât like parties or anything like that you realize youâll go to any of them with Wonwoo because you know that makes him happy. You honestly will do anything for him if it will make him happy.
Laying in bed you look over at Wonwoo. Heâs adjusting his glasses as he reads something on his phone.
âWonwoo?â
âBaby?â
âI might sound crazy, but I think youâre my soulmate. I havenât ever loved anyone like I love you.â
He sets his phone down and gives you a smile, âI thought I was crazy too. I definitely love you more then anyone I have ever loved before.â
âI feel like you have my heart, body, and soul,â you say.
âYou have stolen every part of my existence,â he leans over, pressing his lips to yours for a heated kiss. The longer youâre with him the more you realize he is truly the king of your heart, body, and soul.
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hi love what about a Sirius pre relationship request where reader is super sick and he comes over to check on her and she's just kinda feeling the fever delusions and she asks him why he doesn't like? She's like I want to be ur gf ur so amazing what am I doing wrong? And just angst with fluff bc Sirius does have feelings for her
Hi, I hope you donât mind that Iâve made this friends-with-benefits Sirius instead of them just being like platonic. Thank you for requesting!
cw: implied past sex? or basically mature themes
fwb!Sirius x fem!reader ⥠1.2k words
Sirius is moderately concerned that this might qualify as breaking and entering, but heâs a lot more concerned about how youâre not taking his calls, and if you hadnât wanted him to know where your spare key was, you should have done a better job of hiding it.Â
He unearths the key. It slides into the lock welcomingly. Your apartment is dark and quiet, but it doesnât take Sirius long to find you. Your bed looks like a tornado has hit, your sheets tangled, torn up from where theyâre usually tucked underneath the end of the mattress, and one of your pillows fallen off to the side. Only the very top of your head pokes out from the mess, disheveled hair and a sliver of forehead.Â
You donât stir as he eases the covers down underneath your chin. Your face is sweet and placid, your lips pursed funnily where youâve smushed them against your pillow. The sight of you all rumpled and sleepy melts Sirius to his core, and he says your name with more sweetness than he intends.Â
Your lashes only twitch.Â
Sirius knows he could nudge you awake with his hand atop your comforter, but heâs selfish. He slips it beneath to touch your shoulder. Your skin emanates a dry heat.Â
âHey,â he says, indulging in a sweep of his thumb when you start to rouse slowly. âWhatâs your deal, huh? Whatâs wrong with you?âÂ
Your eyes open, clearly feverish but nevertheless lovely as always. Your brow scrunches a little as you blink up at him. âOh.â You sound more than tired, like youâve not spoken in days. âOf course youâre here.âÂ
Sirius canât help but smile. âOf course I am,â he agrees. âYou think you can just dodge my calls and I wonât come knocking?âÂ
You sigh and pat under the covers around you until your hand emerges with your phone. âItâs dead,â you say, showing it to him.Â
âYou didnât want to charge it?âÂ
âChargerâs all the way in the living room.â Your voice doesnât seem to be growing any less sluggish as you wake up. Sirius finds this vaguely concerning. âI was gonna go get it in a little bit.âÂ
He wonders how long youâve been telling yourself that for. You havenât been responding to his texts or calls since last night.Â
Sirius slots his palm alongside your cheek, though he already knows what heâll feel. You close your eyes, tilting your face into the touch, and a tiny, fond twist behind his ribs makes his breath catch momentarily in his throat.
âHow long have you been sick for, sweetheart?âÂ
You hum. âA while.â Your eyes open reluctantly. âSorry, mânot much good for a lay right now.âÂ
Siriusâ hand draws back with the sting of your words. âYouâreâthatâs okay. I havenât come looking for one.âÂ
You study him through the crush of your lashes. âThen why are you here?âÂ
âYou werenât answering your phone.â Granted, he had originally called to see if you were in the mood. But that cause ceased to matter when he didnât hear from you, and when he asked around and no one in your circle had for at least a day. Then heâd just wanted to see you. âI came to check on you.âÂ
Your expression pinches as if his words pain you. It creates a little line on the insides of each of your brows and a sad tightening around your mouth. You look at him like this, occasionally. When thereâs a room between you or when youâre high off sex, but never so openly. Never when you know he can see.Â
âYouâre so nice,â you say mournfully.Â
Siriusâ laugh is soft with surprise. âYou only think that because of the time I showed you last Friday.âÂ
âDonât joke,â you say firmly. He feels his grin slip. âYou always act like youâre not, but you are. Youâre amazing, Sirius.â The urge to make fun of you rises in his chest, but he squashes it back down, where it settles like an ache behind his ribs. âI really wish you liked me.âÂ
It feels like all the air in his lungs dries up. âWhat?â he asks breathlessly.Â
âYouâre so smart,â you say, nearing a whisper, âand you are funny, but youâre also really good at lots of stuff. Youâre good in general.â You seem like youâre looking at him and through him at the same time, your gaze faraway and wistful. âI know you donât always think so, but youâre good. It makes me wish you liked me back. I donât know what Iâm doing wrong that you donât like me.âÂ
Sirius feels like youâve reached inside him and scooped all of him out. Heâs nothing but a pile of guts and mush, his devotion to you in every sorry bit. He wants to tell you that heâs not half the things you say. (That youâre all of them and more.) He wants to say that youâve never done a thing wrong in your life, or at least nothing that could matter to him, and the worst thing he ever did was letting you look at him with pain in your eyes and pretending he didnât see. He wants you to know that he more than likes you, that he hasnât found a word big enough for the feeling he carries around all day which aches in a way he hasnât decided if he enjoys and throbs horribly when youâre around. And he wants to tell you all of this in a way thatâs cool but sincere and makes you smile by the end.Â
But when he looks at you your eyes are glossing over, all Siriusâ words tangle up in his mouth.Â
âHey, dollface,â he says, suppressing a much sweeter name and rubbing your cheek tenderly with his thumb, âstop that. Donât get upset, please? Youâre too lovely for tears.âÂ
The last bit comes out with a teasing bent, Siriusâ habit of shrouding affection with humor kicking in automatically. You smile like youâve caught him again. Itâs a half-hearted, flickering thing.Â
âSorry,â you say, blinking them away. One squishes out the corner of your eye, and Sirius catches it with his forefinger. âIâm being silly.âÂ
âYouâre never silly,â he replies, then reconsiders. âWell, actually, you are. About lots of stuff, but we donât need to talk about that right now.â Before he can stop himself, heâs bending to rest his lips on the spot where the tear started to roll down your cheek. When he draws back, his lips are warmer and taste of salt.Â
Sirius swallows. âWould you be alright if I stayed here for a bit? I want to help make sure youâre okay.âÂ
You regard him through glassy eyes nevertheless lovely as always. âOkay,â you say. Your voice sounds so normal he almost wonders if youâve forgotten what youâd spoken about just a few moments earlier. âThatâs nice of you, thanks.âÂ
He fights the urge to correct you a second time. âItâs no problem,â he says instead. âWe can talk about the rest when youâre feeling a bit better, yeah?âÂ
Your expression turns nervous. You havenât forgotten. âReally?â you ask, voice breathless like itâs a wish you donât expect granted.Â
That unnamed feeling gives a deep, powerful throb. âYeah, sweetheart.â Sirius rubs your cheek again, your skin soft and precious under his thumb. âI promise.âÂ
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Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw Part 18 | Rooster x Reader
Summary: Short notice before the start of a deployment was bad enough, but Bradley was left worrying about so much more. And if he didn't figure it out quickly, he thought he might lose you. How would you and he make it through the worst kind of time apart?
Warnings: Fluff, oral sex, smut, angst, adult banter, desperate Bradley, 18+
Length: 4100 words
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female teacher!Reader
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Your boyfriend was acting strange, and now you had the distinct feeling he was lying to you. You sat on your bed after work on Friday with tears in your eyes as you tried to process the fact that you barely heard from him after you sent the topless picture the day before. Usually that kind of thing got him going in a good way, and he kept telling you he was fine, but it didn't seem that way. You just couldn't figure out what happened.Â
A few minutes ago, you texted him about the plan for the weekend. You really wanted to talk to him about your upcoming winter break, too. You were supposed to be heading to his house right now, but you were having second thoughts as you read the latest message from him again.
I know we were supposed to go to Salvatore's tonight, but I think we need to talk instead.Â
This sounded so bad to you. It didn't sound like he simply had a long day and just wanted to relax on the couch with you. This was something that built up over the past two days, and now you felt tears in your eyes as you scooped up your overnight bag and headed out.
"Just get it over with," you told yourself as you drove. You tried to focus on your playlist, but your mind was wandering to the plethora of reasons why I think we need to talk spelled disaster.
After you fought your way through rush hour traffic and pulled up to park in front of Bradley's house which you were supposed to move into next month, you noticed he was sitting on the porch step, waiting for you. And he didn't look very happy.
"Hi," he greeted with a poor attempt at a smile as he slowly stood and made his way over to you. He looked tall, broad and handsome in his uniform, but he didn't call you Gorgeous.Â
"What's wrong?" you asked, not even bothering to get your bag out of your car before you met him halfway up his walkway.Â
He pulled you in for a hug, and you could feel his lips on your ear as he lied to you again. "Nothing's wrong."
"Bradley," you said, trying to pull out of his grasp. He let you go, but now he wasn't even pretending to smile. You swallowed and whispered, "You've been acting strange since yesterday. I thought maybe work was getting to you, or that you just needed a day of quiet to yourself. But clearly this has to do with me, so just tell me what's wrong."
"It's not you," he replied instantly, taking a step closer with a pained look on his face. "God, it's absolutely not you."
When you looked at him more closely, it was obvious he was exhausted. Like maybe he hadn't even slept last night. He had dark circles under his eyes, and his shoulders were sagging forward just enough that he looked almost defeated.Â
"Bradley."
He looked down at the sidewalk before meeting your eyes again. "I found out yesterday... I'm being deployed."
The wave of emotion didn't hit you as hard as it could have, because you'd given this a lot of thought, but you were still rendered speechless. You'd mentally planned for this. Deployments were a way of life for him. But the tears were back as you asked, "When?"
"Day after Christmas," he murmured miserably. "But that's not all."
Your voice wouldn't work as you looked up at him, vision blurring his handsome features into something that was almost frightening. "What?"
He paused while you swiped at your eyes, and just when you thought you were going to have to force it out of him, he said, "It's with the Atlantic Fleet. Out of Norfolk, Virginia. They... they said they want me permanently."
"No," you sobbed, realizing that your tears were starting to roll down your cheeks. Now it made perfect sense. You knew why he'd been acting so odd. "You want to break up before you leave."
"What?" Bradley replied, his voice sharp as he reached for you again. "No. No, Gorgeous. I don't."
You felt ridiculous, crying in his arms in his front yard, but all you could say was, "Then why didn't you just tell me yesterday that you're going back to Virginia?"
"Fuck," he grunted, tucking you tighter against him. "Does this mean you don't want to dump me?"
You inhaled the smell of his deodorant and jet fuel as you cried. "Why on earth would you think I'd want to dump you? I'm in love with you."
He started to back toward the front door, his hold on you never relenting as he murmured, "Now that I know you're not going to leave, let's go inside where we can talk and snuggle on the couch."
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Bradley had been waiting on his porch step for almost an hour for you to arrive, thinking there was a real chance that you'd drive off again. He was tired and hungry, and he'd spent the last day and a half trying to figure out what was going on with his job. But more than anything, he was afraid you hadn't changed your stance on falling for a guy who lived on the opposite side of the country.
Shit. He made you cry. You were still crying as he led you over to the couch where you ended up sitting on his lap. He was trying to wipe your tears away as you just shook your head. "I'm sorry, Baby," he whispered. "I didn't mean to upset you like this."
You sucked in a few breaths before you managed to say, "Let me make sure I have this straight. You're leaving for Virginia. And you don't know when you're coming back, if at all?"
"Yeah," he whispered. There was no point in beating around the bush about it. "The deployment out of Norfolk is a done deal. Leaving on the twenty-sixth is a done deal. I'm trying my hardest to fight the rest of it."
"You can do that?" you asked, letting your forehead rest against his.Â
Bradley kissed you softly. He couldn't stop himself with you this close. "I'm trying. I don't want to leave San Diego. Virginia used to feel like home, but it hasn't for a long time. Especially not since I met you. So a permanent change of station is something I will fight until they force it on me."
You kissed him this time, and he knew nowhere would feel like home without you. But he couldn't retire yet, and he didn't want to have to ask you to uproot your life for him. He just made himself dizzy, chasing his thoughts around in circles.Â
"Is there anything I can do?" you asked.
He wanted to beg you to stay with him no matter what, but he couldn't do that either. "Remember when I was deployed last time and you told me you were afraid I was stationed somewhere far away from you? And how you would have to brace yourself to say goodbye instead of pursuing something?" You nodded against him, arms around his neck as he whispered, "I thought about that all night last night. About how this could be the end for us."
"Stop it," you said before pressing your lips to his. "I don't feel that way anymore at all. It wasn't even a deal breaker when I said it months ago, and I hadn't even met you in person yet. I'm not going anywhere, Bradley. We'll figure it out."
He eased himself down along the couch, keeping you firmly on top of him as he sighed in relief. Suddenly fighting for his job with the Pacific Fleet didn't seem as daunting. He had to figure it out though, because he wanted to stay here and get married. "Say my name again?" he asked, knowing exactly how much you could calm him down when he let you in.
"Bradley," you whispered, settling against his chest as he closed his eyes.
"I love you, Gorgeous."
He didn't realize exactly how tired and stressed he was until he woke up close to midnight, alone on the couch with a blanket draped over him, still wearing his uniform and boots. As soon as he opened his eyes, his head was pounding from the events of the week, but he could smell something cooking.
Bradley rolled off the couch while his stomach growled, and he made his way into the kitchen where you were wearing his sweatshirt and making a grilled cheese sandwich while you looked at your phone. "Hey," he murmured, wrapping his arms around you from behind. You quickly swiped out of the photo album and tossed your phone aside.
"I was going to wake you up soon. You have almost no food here, but you need to eat," you told him, turning to face him. He had no food, because he originally planned to take you out tonight, and now there was no point in going grocery shopping since he was leaving. Your expression was unreadable, and he didn't like that.
"What I need is to spend as much time with you as I can between now and Norfolk." Your lips curved up into a small smile. "I should have told you what was going on as soon as I found out."
You nodded. "I know we haven't been together long, but I'm taking this pretty fucking seriously, Bradley."
"Me, too," he promised. "And it's really hot when you swear." When you laughed, he felt so much better. "Listen, you're absolutely stuck with me now, okay? I'll figure this shit out, but you're stuck with me, and we're going to get married someday."
"Sounds good," you replied easily, still smiling. "But right now you need to eat."
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You felt better with Bradley's arm around you than you had all day. You couldn't believe he'd been hanging onto your words from his last deployment. You were surprised he could still possibly think that distance would mean anything to you. Both of you agreed not to get ahead of yourselves. Uprooting your life and your career would leave you devastated, but you'd start over again for him.
"Were you just looking at the dirty picture you sent me?" Bradley asked as he bit into half of the sandwich while another one cooked.
"Yes," you whispered before nibbling on your own sandwich half.
"Shit," he mumbled, dropping his food back onto the plate where he stood in the kitchen. "I never even told you how much I loved it."
"No. You didn't."
He wiped his hands on his uniform shirt. "God, I keep fucking up. I got so sidetracked by the orders from Norfolk that I couldn't even think. I loved that photo."
You turned away to flip the second grilled cheese sandwich in the pan. "I thought you got tired of me sending them." Bradley's hand moved faster than his brain as he flicked the knob on the stove, turning it off. "Hey," you protested, turning to look at him again, but he pulled the spatula out of your hand and tossed it into the sink. "Bradley!"
He mashed his lips against yours, silencing you as his hands grabbed the backs of your thighs, pulling you closer until you were pressed tight to the front of his body. Then he let his hands slide along your bare skin from your legs, over your perfect ass, up until they were on your lower back. "I'll do better," he promised. "And right now, I want to show you how not fucking tired of you I am."
A minute later, you were on your back on the edge of his bed, legs thrown over his shoulders while he ate your pussy. Your fingers were tangled up in his hair as he knelt on the floor, and his sweatshirt was bunched up above your tits. "I will never get tired of you," he swore before licking a long stripe up to your clit. If you thought for a second that he would want to throw in the towel over long distance, he needed to make sure you understood he never would.
"Bradley," you moaned as he sucked on your clit. His insignia pins were digging into the back of your thigh, as was his name tag. He would figure this out. He would figure everything out. Leaving in a handful of days was not ideal, but as long as you still wanted him, he was all in.
"Oh my god," you whined, back arching as Bradley realized he was being a bit rougher with you than usual. But he couldn't stop. His fingers were digging into your hips, holding you in place as you tried to rock against him.Â
His mouth was demanding as he sucked on and plucked at your clit, but you just kept getting louder for him. Your legs were shaking, heels digging into his shoulder blades, but he didn't stop until you came. With his tongue still swirling your clit as you yanked on his hair, Bradley quickly unzipped his khaki pants and pulled himself free. He positioned himself at your entrance as you tugged until his mouth was on yours.
"You liked it rough," he grunted between kisses slick with your arousal.
"I did," you answered, rolling your hips to take the tip of him. As your fingers trailed down to his pins, you asked, "Are you going to fuck me, Lieutenant Bradshaw?" He watched you gasp, mouth agape as he filled you with one deep thrust, and then your head tipped back as you moaned, "I'll take that as a yes."
His lips found that sweet spot next to your ear that he loved to kiss. "I just want to ensure that you'll miss me as much as I miss you while we're apart."
Your voice was softer as you said, "You don't have to worry about that."
Bradley kissed along your neck and told you how much he loved you before absolutely pounding you into the mattress.Â
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You and Bradley slept in so late on Saturday morning, you heard him wander out to the living room when Natasha arrived to go for a run to tell her he'd workout on Sunday instead. When he tried to slip back into bed, you rolled over toward him.
"Sorry. It was just Nat. I forgot I told her days ago that we could run." He gathered you against his chest and kissed your forehead.
You grinned and said, "I heard you tell her that the love of your life was more appealing today than working out."
"I sure did," he grunted and ran his big, heavy hand down your back. "You're always more appealing than anything else, Gorgeous. But if I don't run, I'll gain so much weight. You know how much I eat."
A smile found your lips as you thought about the rough sex followed by another round of grilled cheese sandwiches at two in the morning. "Can we skip Salvatore's again tonight? I'd rather stay here and feed you. We can go to Salvatore's when your deployment ends and you return to San Diego."
Bradley sighed. "And if I get told my new station is in Norfolk?"
You pressed your fingertip to his lips. "We're not humoring that thought yet. Instead, we're going to snuggle and fuck and maybe watch a Christmas movie. Okay?"
"Nothing has ever sounded better."
After that, Sunday was spent with the two of you trying to use up as much of his food as you could. You even managed to bake some cookies that he ate a dozen of in one sitting, and then you found a strand of twinkle lights in his hallway closet where you discreetly squished a spider without telling him. You helped him hang the lights on his porch railing as he laughed and said, "I don't usually celebrate holidays anymore."
"You do now," you informed him, making a mental note to have your students make some cards for him this week before he left. Bradley would be very busy over the next few days, and you didn't want to stress him out about the holiday. But just when you were about to ask him if there was a chance he'd want to spend Christmas Day with you before he flew to Norfolk, he said, "Maybe we can get Thai food on Christmas, and you can help me finish packing?"
You nodded and tried to keep the tears at bay, afraid to admit to him that the future you were so sure of was scaring you a bit. Being without him for a deployment was manageable, but the last thing you wanted to do was move across the country. At least you'd have your regular pen pal back while he was on the aircraft carrier; having Bradley in your email inbox on a regular basis again was better than nothing.
"That sounds perfect," you told him, knowing you'd do whatever it took to make this work.
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When Bradley was called in to talk to Cyclone, he was exhausted for a different reason. Although the weekend started out laced with uncertainty between you and him, it bloomed into something sweet. On Sunday evening, you held his hand and walked along the windswept beach until it got too chilly, and then you helped him start packing. You'd had some tears in your eyes that he brushed away as you folded his clothes into tiny rectangles and stuck by his side.
Now the only uncertainty he felt came from the U.S. fucking Navy. With a deep breath and squared shoulders, he opened Cyclone's office door after he knocked. It wasn't surprising that Mav and Warlock were there, too, but he couldn't tell if that was a good sign or a bad one regarding a change of station. He raised his hand into the proper salute.
"Admirals. Captain."
The three men returned the courtesy before Cyclone sank into his office chair. "Have a seat, Lieutenant." His voice sounded gruff and perhaps even more annoyed than usual as Bradley slowly sat down opposite him. "Captain Mitchell," he barked at Maverick who procured a folder from behind his back and handed it to Bradley. Then he turned toward Bradley again and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Lieutenant Bradshaw, you'll report to the USS Gerald R. Ford in a matter of days to rendezvous with the air strike team."
Bradley nodded and skimmed the paperwork inside the folder regarding the sensitive nature of the mission, but he didn't much care about what they wanted him to do when he got there. "Sir, can you tell me where I'll be stationed once this mission is completed?"
Cyclone leaned back in his seat, brow puckered, arms crossed over his chest. "Naval Station Norfolk has, as you know, requested you specifically to round out their Super Hornet team permanently."
"Yes, Sir," Bradley replied, practically choking on the words. He would have never thought the promise of Virginia would feel like a threat to his happiness, but here he was. "I would really prefer to stay in San Diego," he added, trying to keep the pleading tone out of his voice.
Cyclone leaned forward in his seat with a weary sigh. "Admiral Simpson, Captain Mitchell and myself all agree that the Pacific Fleet is very well balanced at the moment. Losing a reliable pilot to the Atlantic at this point would not be ideal." The tension in Bradley's body eased up momentarily before Cyclone said, "But I can only do so much to keep the status quo when there is a clear need across the board."
Bradley wanted to ask why nobody else was even in consideration when Warlock cleared his throat and said, "There's a price to pay when you're the best of the best."
There was a beat of silent agreement amongst the four of them before Cyclone heaved a deep breath. "I'll do what I can," he said simply. "In the meantime, prepare for your flight to Norfolk. The information is in the folder. And prepare to be out of communication with any and all civilians for the duration."
Bradley's heart stopped. He opened the folder again, but his eyes couldn't seem to focus on the words in front of him as the pages all blurred together. His fingers scrambled as he swallowed hard, and finally he looked up at the older man seated behind the desk. "No communication at all. For the duration?"
Cyclone nodded once. "You are dismissed, Lieutenant."
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It was just something silly, but when you saw it while you were out shopping, you bought Bradley another Christmas present. You wrapped it up in red and gold paper along with the Mira Mesa Elementary School sweatshirt you got in his size. Then you threw the gifts along with the collection of cards from your students in your overnight bag and tried to keep yourself calm as you drove down to Coronado.
You would have a few days with your boyfriend at the beginning of your winter break before you took him to the airport and sent him off to Norfolk. There would be plenty of things to keep you busy while he was away, including packing up your apartment before your lease ended. But now you'd be moving into his house without him there.
All of the twinkle lights and decorated trees gave you a bittersweet feeling in the pit of your stomach as you drove down his street, but at least this time when you parked, he jumped up from his porch step and met you at your car.
"Gorgeous," he breathed, wrapping his arms around you. His old sweatshirt was currently keeping you warm, and you really wanted him to have his new one for his deployment. You kissed him hard, noting the look of apprehension on his face, but chalking it up to the stress of the unknown.
You kissed him again and kept your arms around his neck as he picked up your bag. "I was going to say we should wait until Christmas morning, but I want you to open your presents now."
His voice was deep and raspy and right next to your ear as he led you inside. "You did not have to get me anything." He kissed your cheek and added, "I need to tell you something important."
"After you open these," you agreed, reaching into the bag and pulling out both gifts before he set it down.
Bradley studied your face before running his thumb along your cheek. "Sure. After I open these."
He took the wrapped packages as you tugged him toward the couch with your hands on his bicep, and you ended up halfway on his lap as he carefully tore at the paper like he didn't want to harm it too much.
"Just rip it," you said with a soft laugh, but he shook his head and looked up at you.
"It's too pretty," he replied. "And nobody gets me gifts, ever. Unless you count coupons for steak dinners from Natasha."
You laughed a little louder as you imagined the laundry list of weird gifts his best friend must have given him over the years. When he finally had his hands on the sweatshirt, he sat frozen with a smile on his face. "I love this. I kind of feel like an honorary faculty member at your school."
"You're a legend in my classroom, Bradley," you promised, snuggling a little closer as he set the shirt aside and carefully unwrapped the second item. This one would mean more to you while he was away, and you hoped he understood just how much you were going to miss his voice and his touch. But you'd still have something from your pen pal.
"Oh," Bradley said softly as he held the navy blue stationery set on his lap. It included note cards, luxuriously thick paper and a gold pen. You could already picture his handwriting on the pages.
"We can go back to being pen pals for a bit," you whispered. "I'll be refreshing my email inbox and waiting not so patiently for my mail to arrive. It'll be great. That's how I fell in love with you in the first place."
"Gorgeous," he groaned, setting the stationery down on his coffee table before burying his face in his hands. "That's not gonna happen."
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Atlantic Fleet, here we come. But for how long? No pen pals. No email. No letters. This deployment already hurts. Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls
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Arguments and Cuddles-Harry Styles x reader
A/N:- Wanted to write this a few days ago, but I just couldn't get myself to write after all that has happened. Sending lots of hugs to everyone. Hope this acts a distraction to anyone who needs it right now.
Synopsis: Harry doesn't realize that you're sick when he starts an argument and takes care of you after. Some angst and fluff!
Word Count: 2k
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ây/n..â Your tall, lanky boyfriend makes grabby hands at you from the bed, snug and comfortable under the blanket. He didnât want to fall asleep without you. You felt bad for making him wait, you really did, but you couldnât go to bed without finishing your assignment. University has been stressing you out these days, what with two projects every week, along with other papers, studying and you even have to start filling out internship forms.Â
âFive more minutes, baby, Iâm so sorry..â, you turn back from the desk to tell Harry who was pouting at you, hoping to win you over with cuteness, which he already has.Â
âItâs okay, love. I donât mind waiting but itâs you Iâm worried about. If youâre not here in my arms sleeping in the next ten minutes, no kisses for you tomorrow.â, he threatens, and smirks when you gasp. âThatâs unfair!â
âYou better hurry up then.â, Harry says, picking up his phone and settling back with his head on the pillow. It took you exactly seven more minutes to complete the assignment.Â
âIâm done! You canât deny me kisses now.â You keep your laptop away before falling into Harryâs open arms. You sigh as your head hits the soft pillow, and you realize just how exhausted you are when you feel your heavy eyelids.Â
âI donât think I ever can.â, Harry hums, chuckling as you snuggle into his chest like a little kitten seeking comfort. His arms hold you snug to his chest as his face lowers to press soft kisses to your hair and your cheeks. âI missed you.â
You know he didnât just mean today. Itâs been almost two weeks since youâve been in this hectic schedule and you havenât been able to see Harry as often. Youâre either too tired or have lots of work to do after you get home from uni, so you havenât been spending much time with your boyfriend.Â
You bring a hand up to cup his cheek, your thumb stroking over his soft skin. âIâm sorry, babe. I miss you too. IÂ just have so much to do and-â, you sigh.
â-Hey, I understand love, know youâre working hard.â, he rubs circles onto your lower back and you almost moan at how good it feels. âIâm just worried about you. You barely sleep, barely eat during the day, step out of the house only to go to uniâŚâ
âI do eat and sleep.â, you tell him, pecking his pink lips. âItâs gonna be hectic only for another week, the projects should be over by then.â
He hummed. âWould you be free tomorrow night? Itâs Friday. Mitch and Sarah have been wanting to meet you.â
Mitch and Sarah were two of his best friends, and youâve wanted to meet them too. Like he said, it was Friday, so youâd have time to catch up on your studies on Saturday and Sunday. Harry was just asking you, but you could see he really wanted you to go. You havenât had a night out in a while too, so you agree.Â
âOkay, Iâll meet them.â
Harry cheers, making you giggle and kiss his cheek. âTheyâre so excited to meet you! I love you.â
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You werenât expecting to fall sick when you got up that morning. You did feel a little less energetic, but that was normal by now, so you brushed it off. You attended your classes, and when it was around lunch time, your throat was parched even though you kept sipping on water and your eyes were getting watery.Â
You didnât feel like eating, so you skipped lunch, which led to a headache and you were just feeling horrible when you got back home that day. You were relieved to be back, and you fell into bed immediately, not bothering to change. God, you hated being sick. It makes you so weak and you canât get anything done. You take a small nap, hoping to wake up feeling better.Â
You had kept an alarm to wake up an hour and a half before the time Harry said he would come to pick you up for the night out, but you slept right through it. You didnât wake up even when Harry stepped into your flat, using your other pair of keys and called out your name.Â
He was ten minutes late himself, and he was surprised to see that you werenât ready yet.Â
ây/n?â, he says. âBabe why arenât you ready, we should be there in twenty minutes!â
You rub your eyes, slowly coming out of sleep. âOhâŚshit.â, you remember when you see Harry already standing in front of you. âI s-slept through the alarm.â
âItâs fine, Iâll tell them weâll be a bit late. You should get ready.â, Harry said, already pulling out his phone.Â
You sit up, groaning as your muscles ache. Your head was throbbing, and you felt like your body was on your fire. You knew you wouldnât make it through the night even if you tried.
âHarry? I think you should go alone, Iâll meet them some other time..â, you say softly.Â
Harry bites his lip. âSeriously? Youâre telling me now? I asked you last night, y/n!â
âI know Iâm sorry, I just-â
â-I try to be understanding but itâs not gonna work if Iâm the only one putting in effort, y/n. I didnât tell you anything, I didnât complain about you not spending time with me, I just asked if you could go out with me for one night and you canât.â, Harry scoffs, walking back and forth.Â
Your eyes well up with tears from your sickness, and Harryâs words. You get up, even though you felt like you would crumble like a sack of potatoes if you did.Â
âHarry, Iâm sorry, I donât-â
â-No. I donât want to hear it, y/n. I talk to them about you all the time and they were so excited to meet you, you know? Now you want to cancel. I donât get it, whatâs going to happen if you go out for one night?â He stops to look at you.
Thatâs when your head spins. You feel like the whole world is turning upside down and you reach a hand out to grip something, but you only found air.Â
Harry was fuming, but he only then noticed that you werenât looking too good. Your skin was pale and prickly with sweat, you were unsteady on your feet and your voice was breaking as you whimpered his name for help, âH-Harry.â
âFuck.â, he cursed, and rushed to you, strong arms holding you before your knees gave out. You grip his sleeve as he makes you sit back down on the bed. ây/n? Baby, are you okay?â
You manage a weak hum in response. Harryâs hand cups your forehead, pressing your head back against his arm. âJesus, youâre burning up. Why didnât you tell me youâre sick?â
If you had the energy, you could have punched him. âY-You didnât give me the chance.â
âIâm an asshole.â, Harry muttered, green eyes washing over you with worry as he settles you back into bed.Â
âYou are.â, you agree, shivering as his cold fingers brush against your forehead, stroking back some of your hair. âI really wanted to go out too, you know. I shouldâve let you know earlier that I was sick but I thought I could pull through..â You winced, bringing a hand up to your head. You always get bad headaches when youâre sick.
âShh..did you take any medicine? Should I take you to the doctor?â, Harry asks, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.Â
âNo..think Iâll be fine, just gonna sleep. You should go.â, you said softly.Â
âLeaving you like this alone? No. Iâm gonna take care of you. Iâll call Mitch and let him know we canât make it. Weâll do it some other time.âÂ
âI really am sorry. I-I was just trying to finish everything during the week so I could spend the weekend with you. Didnât mean to make you upset, Harry.â, you whisper, and Harry shakes his head, stroking away a small tear that runs down your cheek with your thumb.Â
âDonât apologize, love, you did nothing wrong. I shouldnât have snapped at you like that. Youâre working hard to get where you want to be, and Iâll always support you. I shouldâve realized youâre gonna get yourself sick.â He tsked, taking your hand and kissing your fingertips. âDo you forgive me?â
You smiled and nodded, leaning into his side as he wrapped an arm around you. âMy poor baby. Are you sure youâre okay? Not dizzy right?â
âYeah, Iâm not dizzy anymore, think I just got up too fast.â, you mumble into his shoulder.
âIâll get you some medicine and make you some soup. Then weâll cuddle in bed for the rest of the night.â, Harry says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. âTomorrow, when youâre feeling a bit better, weâre gonna make a proper schedule together, okay? I canât have you feeling so stressed out and falling ill again.â
âOkay.â, you smile. Harry got out of bed and tucked the blanket over you. You curled up and closed your eyes. âCome back soon..â
âPromise I will.â
He found you some medicine and made you take it, then brought a cold cloth to your forehead. You flinched at the cold, and he hushed you softly, âShh, relax sweetheart, weâve gotta get your temperature down.â He lays the cloth across your forehead. âFeels good, doesnât it?âÂ
After the initial cold, it did feel relaxing. You sigh and hum in agreement. You were getting drowsy again. Harry smiles and kisses your nose. âIâll be back with your soup by the time you take a little nap.â
Harry wakes you up with a bowl of steaming hot soup after some time, and he helps you sit up, placing pillows behind your back. He slides into bed next to you, holding the tray that had the bowl of soup.Â
He blows on a spoonful before bringing it to your lips, other hand cupping under your chin to catch any excess that dribbles down. âI tried my best, itâs my mumâs recipe.â, he says, eyes hopeful as you swallow it down.
The hot liquid was soothing for your sore throat, and the flavors were actually very nice. He raises his eyebrows in question.Â
âItâs really good, thank you.â, you smile, pinching his cheek gently. A grin takes over his face as he brings up another spoon. âI can eat by myself, you know.â
âI want to feed you.â
Harry feeds you the rest of the soup while he talks to you, then goes back to the kitchen to clear everything before falling in bed with you.Â
âDid you eat?â, you ask, placing your head on his chest and looking up at him.Â
âI did, sweet girl. While making your soup.â, he says, pressing a kiss to your hair, his fingers starting to massage your scalp. He chuckles when you let out a soft groan.Â
âHowâs your head now? Are you feeling a little better?â, he checks, his other hand running up and down your back.Â
âUh huh, think your soupâs got the magic.â, you whisper, eyes already starting to flutter close. Harry laughs, nudging his nose against your cheek. âI put some magic in it, itâs called love.â
âOh?â
âMhm, and itâs special, only for you.â, he says, pressing feather soft kisses against the side of your face. âGonna nurse my girl back to health in no time.â
âI love you.â, you say, your hand tucking under his side as he pulls you closer. âThank you for taking care of me.â
âNo need to thank me, gonna do it for the rest of my life.â, he promises, pressing a kiss to your lips. âI love you so much, y/n.â
You gasped. âWhat?â, he asks, worrying if you were going to throw up or something.
âYou kissed me, idiot! Now youâre gonna get sick too.â
Harry laughs, taking your chin and giving you another kiss, making you slap his chest, playfully. âIâm big and strong, I donât get sick.â
âSure. I remember how you were being a big whiny baby last month when you had the flu.â
âHush.â, he chuckles as you giggle, touching his forehead to yours. âGo to sleep, my giggly girl.â
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to have and to hold
pairing: bang chan x female reader
summary: you don't think there's anything chan can do to make you love him more. chan continues to prove you wrong.
word count: 1.4k
warnings: mentions of pregnancy, lots of fluff!!
a/n: sorry it has been so long since i posted! i have been wanting to write this since that ep of return of superman where chan and felix took care of rowoon, it was so so sweet. also i'm so sorry but i did not edit this at all
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âDo you think youâd ever want to have kids?âÂ
Your question breaks through the quiet dialogue of the show that you and Chan are watching. Behind you, you feel Chan freeze before he forces himself to relax and continue fiddling with your fingers.
Chan hesitates for a moment longer before answering.
âI donât know,â he says, slowly and carefully. âI think that Iâd want to eventually, but right now? Being an idol- It would be difficult. I mean, for anyone itâs hard, but especially with this careerâŚâ
âDo you like children?â you ask, curious even though you can anticipate his answer.
âYes.â This time he replies immediately, although his voice is still cautious. He releases your hands from his hold and gently nudges your shoulders so that you twist to look at him. âY/n- Do- Are you-â
âWhat?â you stare at him, not sure why he suddenly seems so worried.
âAre you pregnant?â he asks gently. âItâs fine if you are! We can totally work things out and I will 100% support you the whole time-â
âOh!â You smack yourself in the forehead. âNo! Definitely not! I was just thinking.âÂ
âAh.â Chan slumps against the back of the couch, this time heâs actually relaxed. âJust thinking or- what brought this on?â
âIâm sorry,â you say hurriedly. âThat must have been out of nowhere for you. No, itâs because my older sisterâs wedding anniversary is coming up, the first one since sheâs had a kid, so I wanted to let her go out without having to worry. I was wondering if you wanted to help me babysit?â
âI see,â Chan says, sounding relieved. âYour sister. Yes, I havenât met Doyun yet, right? Iâd love to help you take care of him.â
â
Your sister is delighted that youâve offered to take Doyun for an evening and you quickly coordinate with Chan what day would work best. Itâs not possible to babysit on your sisterâs actual anniversary due to Chanâs schedules, but your availabilities line up on a Friday night the weekend after.
Chan is nervous leading up to it, which you find absolutely adorable. When you look over his shoulder one night, curious what heâs focusing so intently on, you find him scrolling through articles on interacting with babies as well as tips on baby-proofing an apartment.
Before your sister arrives, you work with Chan for a few hours transforming the open area of your apartment, placing pillows and draping blankets over sharp corners and making sure to keep any small objects out of reach.Â
When the doorbell rings, Chan panics, popping his head out of the kitchen from where heâs been trying to figure out a way to prevent Doyun from being able to open the cabinets.
âWe're not ready!â he says, eyes wide.
âWhat do you want to do, keep them waiting outside until you finish?â you joke, then pause when it looks like Chan is actually considering it. âDon't worry, I'll go let my sister in and you keep working on that. We'll be watching Doyunnie the whole time, so even if you can't work that out, it's fine.â
Your sister doesn't stay for very long. She hands Doyun off to you and assures both you and Chan that your place looks safe for a baby. After going through everything that is packed in the massive diaper bag that sheâs leaving with you, she heads back home to get ready for her dinner.
Doyun has a short attention span and cycles between playing with a stuffed animal, a ball, some plastic fruits and vegetables, and toy trains within the first hour. He is so adorable that you and Chan don't mind how much energy is required to keep him occupied. Luckily he's a fairly easygoing baby and hasn't fussed at all, although it did take a while for him to warm up to the two of you.
He's comfortable now, especially since Chan has started to spin the two of them around, hands firmly gripping Doyunâs torso. Doyun absolutely loves it, shrieking in excitement with his eyes crinkling. Even after a few minutes of the same thing, he never grows bored, just as thrilled everytime that Chan lifts him above his head. Although Doyun isnât very heavy yet, after 15 minutes thereâs sweat visible on Chanâs forehead and heâs starting to get out of breath.
âHow about we take a bit of a break? Do you want to read?â Chan sits Doyun down against some pillows and rummages through the bag that your sister packed, finding some of the books that she included.
Chan hands the books over and although Doyun accepts both of them, he throws them aside and instead clumsily reaches up towards Chan, clearly asking to be picked up again. Chan pretends to groan and complain as he lifts Doyun back up.
âAww,â you coo. âHe really likes you.â
âAnd I really like him,â Chan says, spinning Doyun around. âI just wish I hadnât gone to the gym earlier today, I didnât realise what a workout this would be!â
Eventually Doyun grows tired, no longer begging Chan to continue. This time when Chan settles him on the ground, he just looks around curiously before crawling up to Chan and grabbing at his curls.
âHeâs so small,â Chan marvels. âLook at his little fingers!â
He reaches out towards Doyun, who immediately wraps his hand around Chanâs index finger and pulls it towards his mouth.
It's comical to see the difference in size between their hands and Chan visibly melts, allowing Doyun to gum at his fingers, quickly covering them in a sheen of saliva.
âAre you hungry Doyunnie?â Chan asks. âItâs almost time for dinner, letâs see what your auntie prepared for us.â
By the time Doyun is set up in a high chair with a bib on, youâve finished cooking. Dinner for Doyun is simple, consisting of steamed vegetables, tofu, rolled omelette, rice, and a bit of fruit. Youâve also used the same ingredients plus a few additions to make kimchi stew for you and Chan.
Chan is distracted the whole meal, prioritising feeding Doyun and wiping his face clean in between bites over eating his own food. It's a futile effort since Doyun seems more interested in smearing the food around rather than getting it into his mouth.
When you're finished with your food, you switch spots with Chan and coax Doyun into eating the last few bites he has left while Chan scarfs down his own meal.Â
After dinner, you carry Doyun into the bathroom and start filling the bathtub with a shallow layer of warm water. He watches with wide eyes as you add bubble bath that changes the colour of the water to a deep blue and creates a thick cover of bubbles. After washing the dishes and wiping down the kitchen, Chan joins the both of you just as youâre rinsing suds out of Doyunâs hair.
Cleaned and dressed in a fuzzy onesie with tiny bear ears poking out from the hood, Doyun struggles to stay awake for the rest of the evening. Itâs obvious that heâs tired, heâs starting to get cranky and his blinks get longer and longer, but he stubbornly continues to play. After his third time nodding off while slotting plastic shapes into a cube, Chan picks him up and walks him around the room, rocking him slightly while humming a melody that you canât recognize.
When your sister comes to pick up Doyun, he's sprawled out on Chanâs chest, deeply asleep. A line of drool drops from his open mouth to form a wet spot on Chanâs shirt, but Chan doesnât seem to mind, staring at Doyun with stars in his eyes.
That night, right when you're about to fall asleep, Chan speaks up. His arms are wrapped around you and you can feel his breath against the back of your neck.Â
âI think,â he says quietly. âI think I want kids. Not now, I still have the same concerns as before, but in the future? I want it.â
âYou did so well with Doyunnie, it looked so natural,â you agree. âI think you would be a great dad.â
âOnly if youâre there by my side,â he corrects.
âThereâs nowhere Iâd rather be.â
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scotty doesnât know - e.m. iii.
eddie munson x fem reader
18+ ONLY MDNI
warnings: cheating, lil sprinkle of angst, shitty (ex) boyfriend behavior, some major fucking CHEESE (sorry if ur lactose intolerant), reader is the ultimate tease, dom!eddie, light bondage, degradation kink, oral (m receiving), ass/pussy spanking, multiple orgasms, unprotected piv sex, cream pie
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based on scotty doesnât know by lustra
a/n: honestly about to dedicate my entire life and blog to @strangerstilinski because i couldnât have gotten this one done without her help. also thank you everyone who has been so incredibly patient with me, i hope you enjoy xx.
word count: 8.2k
The weekend had come and gone way too fast.
And now Monday was staring you right in the face, and with itâ a very important decision.
You spent the rest of your weekend with Eddie, cuddling, talking and just enjoying each other's company. For those two days you were in your own little world together and you honestly never wanted it to end. But realistically you knew you had to go home and return back to your reality.
A reality where you belonged to someone else.
Your parents were absolutely livid by the time you returned home late Sunday evening, getting the biggest lecture of your life after Eddie had dropped you off. To add fuel to the fire, Scott had been calling your house nonstop since Saturday morning, much to your parents' annoyance. But that was a conversation you werenât ready to have just yet.
Especially not over the phone.
You tossed and turned all night, desperately trying to figure out what you were going to say to him.
Monday was going to be rough, you knew that. But the thought of being able to finally show everyone who your heart really belonged to made things a little easier. You hadnât exactly let Eddie know of your plans to dump your boyfriend the following day but he could tell something was up.
From the way you kissed him goodbye in his van, right out in the open for anyone to see, including your parents. And the look you gave him as you glanced over your shoulder before continuing up your driveway. It gave him a spark of hope that maybe this wasnât just a silly fling to you either.
You got ready that morning with shaky hands, tucking one of Eddieâs band tees into your Leviâs. The male had let you wear it home the previous day, mostly because he enjoyed the sight of you in his clothes a little too much. You fiddle with the belt loop of your jeans as you stare at your reflection.
A mixture of nerves and excitement swirled in your belly as you took in your appearance, smoothing your sweaty palms over your thighs.
You can do this.
You take one final look before grabbing your backpack and bound down the stairs with a newfound pep in your step. You canât help the goofy smile from spreading across your face as you think of seeing Eddie, and it makes all this seem a little easier. You all but ignore the curious looks from your parents as you bolt out the front door.
They hadnât seen you this happy in months.
But as you drive to school, those pesky nerves begin to creep back in as you pass Scottâs jeep. You will your heart rate to slow as you search for a parking spot. A sense of relief fills your chest when you notice one just a few spots down from a very particular van. Your hands shake as you pull the key from the ignition, taking a moment to collect yourself before you head inside.
You try to ignore the curious eyes of your peers as you enter the school, knowing the events of the previous Friday were still fresh in their minds. And you reach your locker without incident, quickly yanking it open to put away your textbooks. You keep your head down as you walk to your first class, part of you was just waiting for Scott to sneak up on you.
Oddly enough you hadnât seen him or Eddie all morning, which was extremely unusual. By now Scott would've walked you to first class and youâd be spending your second period study hall with Eddie. So seeing neither of them had your mind racing, and your anxiety spiking.
Had Scott figured it out? Did he confront Eddie?
A pit begins to form in your stomach at the thought, and you donât think you could ever forgive yourself if Eddie was hurt because of you. Youâre so wrapped up in your own head that you donât notice someone beginning to approach you. A look of determination on their face.
âI need to talk to you.â
The voice startles you, panic rises in your throat as your eyes lift. You are expecting to meet Scottâs icy glare, or the warmth of Eddieâs gaze. But instead, you are met with the soft but stern cerulean of Dustin Henderson.
âMe?â you ask softly, glancing around you before back at the younger male.
âYes you,â he huffs in annoyance.
âWhat could you possibly need to talk to me about?â you keep your tone hushed as he takes the empty chair across from you.
âI know you think youâre fooling everyone, but you arenât fooling me.â
Youâre stunned into silence for a moment, fingers gripping the arm of the chair as he raises a brow at you.
âI really donât know what youâre talking about.â
âDonât bullshit me, I know youâre sneaking around with Eddie,â he snaps.
Your heart leaps into your throat, mouth drying as Dustin continues to glower at you. A sting of betrayal suddenly fills your chest, and you feel foolish for even thinking Eddie would actually keep this secret between you.
But maybe he was just like Scott, who loved to brag about his sexual conquests to all his friends.
âHe wasnât supposed to tellââ
âHe didnât.â Dustin cuts you off, taking off his hat to run a frustrated hand through his hair. âIâm just not blind.â
You both sit in silence for a moment then, feeling even more confused than you were when he initially sat down.
âIâm sorry, I donât understand.â
Dustin sighs, folding his hands together before he meets your gaze again.
âEddie doesnât know I'm here right now and honestly, heâd probably kill me if he did know.â The male winces slightly, before he continues. âBut I am through with sitting around and watching one of my best friendâs hearts get stomped on.â
âDustin, thatâs notââ
He holds up his hand to cut you off, shaking his head.
âJust let me finish.â
So you hold your tongue, despite wanting to tell this kid that he has it all wrong.
âEddieâs a good guy, one of the best I've ever known. And over the past couple of months weâve all seen a change in him, heâs happier.â
That thought warmed your heart.
âBut I can also see how all this is weighing on him. You may not notice it, but itâs definitely there.â
A lump has formed in your throat, watching in silence as the younger boy stands and slings his backpack over his shoulder. He glances at you once more, that look of disdain still written across his features.
âNow I know I canât tell you what to do, but Eddie doesnât deserve to be someoneâs secret.â
And without a glance back in your direction, youâre alone again.
Fourth period.
The moment youâve been waiting for and simultaneously dreading since Sunday evening. It was the only class you shared with Scott, and while youâd been able to avoid him most of the dayâ it was time to face the music.
When you step into the classroom, he is already seated in his usual spot in the back corner of the room. The empty desk beside him is practically calling your name.
But your whole body freezes when his eyes meet yours expectantly. And as he begins to wave you over, you make a beeline to the opposite side of the classroom. You keep your eyes low as you find an empty seat, chewing nervously on your lower lip.
When you flip open your notebook, you hear the familiar squeak of sneakers in front of you. Your eyes slowly lift to reveal the hardened features of your boyfriend. His jaw is set in a grimace, and he rests his knuckles harshly on the front of your desk.
âBabe, we need to talk.â
But before you have the chance to reply, Mrs. Jones enters the classroom in a flurry. The bell rings immediately after, signaling the start of class. And itâs hard to tell whether the abrupt noise or his harsh glare causes you to flinch in your seat. She claps her hands to attention then, but Scott still doesnât move.
âMr. McGuire, take your seat now.â
He merely scoffs before he stalks away, returning to his own seat. Feeling defeated, you slump down in your chair. Any confidence youâd had this morning seemed to dissolve under his angry gaze. The rest of the class period goes by in a daze, as you canât seem to focus on anything besides the daggers that Scott has been throwing your way the entire hour.
Once the final bell rings, you shoot up from your seat so fast you nearly take a couple other students in your rush. You practically sprint to your locker, hoping to make it to the lunchroom before Scott can corner you.
But you underestimated his speed, especially when he was sober.
His hand suddenly slams your locker door shut, and he backs you into the cool metal. He leans his palm against the line of lockers, closing you in completely. There was no way you could escape him now.
âWhat is going on with you? Why are you being such a frigid bitch?â he seethes.
You canât help but wince at the insult, shrinking under his increasingly angry gaze. People were beginning to stare, causing more nerves to twist in your gut. This was a much more interesting sight than anything the cafeteria had to offer. And while you hated the attention, you knew you had to do this.
Just like ripping off a bandaid.
âI want to break up.â
He clearly wasnât expecting that, confusion quickly replacing the anger on his features. You let out the sigh you didnât realize you were holding, relief filling your chest as you finally spoke the words aloud.
Scott runs a hand through his dark locks, pulling away from you ever so slightly.
âYou want to break up?â his voice raises, âWhy? Is this about that stupid fucking party?â
You knew it wouldnât be that easy, he wouldnât just agree and walk away. While you had tried to prepare yourself for what you wanted to say all night, your brain was struggling to string any words together.
You rub your temples, trying to prolong the inevitable but the male could only take your silence for so long.
âWell?!â he shouts.
You take a shaky breath as you square your shoulders, attempting to feign some kind of confidence. Dustinâs words from earlier echoing in your ears. He doesnât deserve to be someoneâs secret. The sea of students had only begun to grow in the past few minutes but you donât notice that Eddie was amongst them.
âI donât love you, and quite frankly I donât think I ever did.â
You could hear a pin drop.
âYou're an arrogant, selfish prick. And honestly, I just canât keep doing this anymoreâŚâ you pause, now meeting his stormy eyes.
âEspecially when my heart belongs to someone else.â
If you thought Scott was angry before, you hadnât seen anything yet.
His hand suddenly slams into the locker next to your head, causing you to shrink instantly. While heâs never been violent towards you before, you arenât entirely surprised by it. It was just in his nature.
âSo you cheated on me? Is that what youâre saying?â
Before you can get another word in, you hear the familiar clearing of a throat. And a ringed hand reaches out to harshly tug the male away from you.
âYou just donât learn do you, Scotty?â
Eddie is beyond fuming as he shoves Scott back into the lockers before the male can properly react. And while Scott wasnât the smartest guy, he quickly seemed to put two and two together.
He looked between you and Eddie before he started laughing.
âOh, youâve got to be fucking kidding me. Munson? Youâre fucking the freak?â
You instantly turn on defense mode, entirely fed up with his treatment of him. Before you can stop yourself, you copy Eddieâs actions and shove Scott back into the lockers. Surprise crosses both of the males' features at your actions, knowing you were never a violent or angry person.
But everyone has their limits and youâve just hit yours.
âYeah, and he fucks me so well too. Eddie here actually knows how to make a girl comeâ but I canât say the same for you, McGuire.â
An astounding âooohâ resonates through the crowd at your words.
Scottâs cheeks are flushed from a mixture of embarrassment and anger. No one has ever stood up to him like this before and heâs suddenly at a loss for words. Eddie is grinning like a mad man, clapping excitedly before he wraps his arms around your waist. You welcome his embrace, leaning back further against his chest.
Scott just stares at the two of you, gritting his teeth as you smile sweetly.
âNow, I think weâre done here. Letâs go, Eddie.â
The metalhead willingly lets you drag him away, only your destination wasnât the cafeteria anymore.
You pull him into the nearest empty hallway, shoving him up against the wall and locking your lips together. Eddie eagerly accepts your advances, fingers lacing through the loop of your jeans to keep you pressed against him.
Adrenaline is pumping through your veins, making every touch of his skin feel like a live wire.
âMunson!â
You curse softly as you realize youâve been caught, and quickly glance over your shoulder.
Mr. Mundy looks between the two of you with a deep sigh, âNow come on, you know the rules. Break it up or youâre both getting detention.â
You unwillingly pull yourself away from him and lean against the brick wall beside him. A glance out of the corner of your eye shows how the male is biting back a grin.
âTry not to infect your girlfriend with your delinquency, alright?â Mr. Mundy gives you both a disgruntled look before heading back into his classroom.
Once the door shuts behind him, Eddie lets out a soft chuckle and coaxes you back into his arms.
âYâhear that? Girlfriend,â he teases, wiggling his brows but the title makes your stomach flutter nonetheless. âDidnât even ask me out on a proper date though, sweetheart. Iâm offended.â
He laughs as you playfully pinch his side, shaking your head fondly. You lean your forehead against his chest, letting yourself indulge in the scent of his cologne.
âDid you really mean what you said back there?â he says after a while.
The sudden change of tone has you lifting your head, gazing up at him curiously. Eddie pulls you in even closer, letting his hands rest on the curve of your waist.
âThat your heart belongs to me?â he prods.
You look down at your feet shyly, not realizing that he had heard that part of the conversation. Eddie doesnât let your gaze wander for long though, as he gently tips your head back up to meet his.
âYes, I meant it,â your voice shakes, your nerves getting the best of you.
But the look that flits over his features has your heart skipping a beat and butterflies erupting in your belly.
âAll mine?â he questions, nervously licking his lips as he awaits your answer.
âAll yours, Eddie.â
Being Eddie Munsonâs official girlfriend is more than anything you couldâve dreamt about.
While sneaking around with him was fun in the moment, the amount he wanted to show you off made your heart sing. You had never felt so wanted or taken care of in your entire life.
But it wasnât always easy, as graduation continued to grow closer the two of you barely had any alone time together. Between Hellfire, band practice and constant cramming for finalsâ time was not on your side.
But busy schedules be damned, you both manage to carve out enough time for a date at Bennyâs.
âThe usual, kids?â
Benny calls from the kitchen with a grin as you both take a seat in your normal booth. The diner had quickly become your favorite place for date nights, in your opinion they had the best food in town. Despite Eddieâs futile attempts to take you to Enzoâs, you prefer the easy going atmosphere of the small diner much more.
âNah, just two chocolate milkshakes and an order of fries. We only got a few minutes before this one abandons me for prom shit with Wheeler,â Eddie teases.
You canât help but pout, nudging his foot under the table.
âSays the one who abandoned me for movie night with Henderson yesterday.â
What you arenât aware of though is how Dustin was actually helping Eddie pick out a tux and tie for prom. Laughing hysterically as the older boy panicked over what color tie would match perfectly with your dress.
Benny watches you both playfully bicker back and forth, shaking his head fondly. He brings out your order a few minutes later and unable to contain your excitement any further, you grab a fry and dip it directly into your milkshake.
Eddieâs lips freeze around the straw, gazing at you in absolute bewilderment when he pretends to gag.
âSweetheart, thatâs disgusting.â
You roll your eyes at his theatrics, taking a bite out of the fry before dipping it back in.
âYou really shouldnât knock it till you try it, Ed,â you say in a sing-song tone as your boyfriend urgently pulls the basket of fries away from you.
âYeahâ no way. Iâm not doing that, youâre pretty sick in the head, baby,â he muses between bites of a plain fry. âShit⌠and people call me a freak?â
You stifle a giggle as you lean forward, stealing the half eaten fry from between his fingers. You dunk it back into your milkshake and pop it in your mouth with a soft but exaggerated moan.
Eddie shifts slightly in his seat, his cheeks flushing a light shade of pink. It was almost too easy to get him so worked up. You ignore the warning look he shoots your way as you reach for another fry.
âCome on, just try it.â
You scoop as much of the shake onto the fry as possible, holding it towards him. The male just shakes his head, leaning back against the cracked leather of the booth.
âYou know, I donât know if this is gonna work out between us, doll face,â he chuckles, watching as the chocolate cream begins to drip down your fingers.
His petulance continues but youâre still trying to goad him into taking a bite, dangling it in front of his scrunched nose, inching closer and closer. All in an effort to tempt him. You watch patiently, waiting for the perfect opportunity to slip it between his pouty lips.
âThis level of blasphemy might be crossing a line, even for meââ
Before he can finish his thought, thereâs lukewarm milkshake and salt smeared across his cheek and the corner of his mouth.
Eddie sits in shock for a moment before you burst into a fit of giggles at his expression.
âOh, you are asking for it now, baby,â he taunts.
You are unprepared as he dips two of his fingers into his own glass, reaching forward to smear the sticky chocolate across your cheek. You gasp when the male leans forward, mischief sparkling in his eyes. His tongue darts out, causing a loud squeal to escape you as he licks the milkshake from your cheek.
âEddie, thatâs gross,â you whine as you reach out to steady the glass before he dumps milkshake everywhere.
âHm, you didnât seem to find it that gross when it was buried inside yourââ
You toss a fry at him before he can finish that sentence, hitting him square in the forehead. He looks shocked, ringed fingers dramatically grasping at his chest when he slumps in his seat.
âYou wound me, sweet thing.â
Itâs then that you take the time to really look at him, and a surge of utter fondness fills your chest. While he goes on a dramatic rant about how french fries could be considered a deadly weapon, youâre only half listening.
Instead admiring the way his dimple indents his cheek when he grins sheepishly at you, and his hands flail about when he speaks. And it really hits you just how lucky you are to have him, that he was all yours.
So when you lean forward to capture his lips and ultimately silence himâ heâs a little surprised. But he cups your face between his palms and kisses you back with just as much fervor.
âWhat was that for?â he asks a little breathlessly when you pull away, and you just smile.
âJust⌠cause I can.â
His eyes soften and he reaches out to thread your fingers together. Eddie knows the significance of what that means, so he canât help but lean in to press your lips together again.
âFuck yeah, you can.â
You really wonder if the universe was playing one big joke on you.
After your mini date at the diner a few days prior, youâd barely seen Eddie the rest of the week. The guys had a big gig at the Hideout the following evening and have been using any spare moment they had to practice. While you understood the reasoning for it, the other part of you was becoming increasingly frustrated.
Eddie could definitely tell something was up, but he didnât exactly have the time to ask you in the five minute intervals you had together between classes.
So in an effort to make up for his absence, Eddie asked you to tag along to practice that night. But you might have had some ulterior motives for agreeing. Since it had been well over a week since you had any proper alone time together, you were past the point of needy.
Despite still seeing each other, the rushed kisses and subtle touches werenât enough for either of you.
This was the longest either of you had gone without sex, so you can only imagine he was feeling the same way. But if his longing glances told you anything, it was that he needed you just as muchâ if not more. So thatâs why you showed up to practice in your shortest skirt you owned.
What the metalhead doesnât know is that you arenât wearing any panties under said skirt.
However, heâs going to find out soon enough.
Youâd given him a quick peck on the cheek when you got there, nothing too much though. You really did want his friends to like you, and they seemed to hate the constant displays of affection you both exhibited on the daily. So you kept it subtle, mostly for that reason.
But a small part of you did it just to rile him more.
In the short time youâd been officially dating, it became quite apparent how much Eddie craved your touch, whether it was sexual or not. Heâd subtly tap his fingers on your knee during group hang outs, or press his lips to your temple when he walked you to class. You found it utterly endearing, but you also knew you could use it to your advantage.
So you could immediately tell from the slight pout that your boyfriend wanted more than just a peck on the cheek.
Hook, line and sinker.
As practice continued on, you found yourself sitting on an unused amp, with no other chairs in sight. The group wasnât exactly used to visitors during practice, so you had to make due. You didnât mind it though, as it put you in Eddieâs direct line of sight.
About half an hour in they decided to take a small break, the other three males were chatting excitedly about their upcoming dnd campaign. Eddie was more focused on tuning his guitar, but his eyes continued to wander back over to you.
This was the perfect opportunity to let him in on your little secret, while the other members were too preoccupied to be paying attention to you.
You sigh heavily and lean your arms back, uncrossing your legs and letting them fall open. Giving him the perfect view of what you were hiding⌠or rather not hiding, underneath your skirt.
His eyes flick up to your face before they begin to travel lower, and it takes him a full minute before he notices. But once that recognition flashes across his features, his mouth hangs open in shock.
A playful smirk plays on your lips and you quickly cross your legs again, acting as though nothing had happened. Eddieâs jaw is clenched when he returns to tuning his guitar, feigning as though it had no effect on him. But you could tell from the growing bulge in his jeans, that it definitely did.
He was grateful he had the ability to hide his boner for the rest of practice, not wanting to explain himself to his bandmates. But you knew by his stiff posture, you were so in for it when this was over.
The thought had you squirming with excitement, and you tried your best not to make a mess all over your makeshift seat. Now that would be something you could never live down.
Thankfully Eddie decided to end practice earlier than normal, claiming they could all use a break after their busy week.
But only the two of you knew the real reason.
Eddie all but drags you out to his van once his gear is packed up, gently shoving you against the back door. He opens the other side to put his guitar back into the vehicle, and quickly slams it shut. You bite back a grin when he cages you in against the cool metal.
His jaw is still tense, eyes darkening when his hand begins to caress your bare thigh.
âThat was quite the peep show, sweetness.â
You try to keep your breathing even, but his roaming hands are making that very difficult.
âI donât know what you mean, baby,â you feign innocence, knowing itâll only rile him up more.
While he loves when youâre his good girl, he also loves any excuse to treat you like his little slut. The brunette chuckles humorously, grabbing your chin in his free hand to keep your eyes aligned with his.
âCome on now, donât play dumb with me,â he tuts.
You just continue to gaze up at him all doe-eyed, hands resting on his chest. You donât answer him, which only makes him more frustrated than he was to begin with.
âI see how itâs gonna be... You wanna be a brat? Iâll treat you like one,â he hisses. âNow, get in the van.â
He pulls away, and you feel a sudden chill from the loss of his body heat. When you donât move an inch his brow raises, cocking his head at you.
âDonât make me repeat myself, sweetheart.â
As much as you would love to continue to push his buttons, you know youâre in enough trouble as it is. So you squeak out a quiet âyes, sirâ and round the side of the van to hop in the passenger seat.
Eddie is silent for most of the ride, but the tension in the air is palpable. While he says nothing, the glances he keeps tossing your way have you squirming in your seat. In an effort to stop your distracting movements he reaches a hand out, ringed fingers digging into the meat of your thigh.
And in your desperate state you canât resist pushing him just a little more. So you rest your smaller hand atop his and guide his fingers in between your legs. Eddie suddenly slams on the brakes and your body flies forward when he pulls off on the side of the road.
He puts the van in park before turning to face you.
âIn the back, on your knees. Now.â
You grin excitedly at his demanding tone, already anticipating what was to come. So you quickly unbuckle your seatbelt and scurry into the back of the van without another word. Eddie takes his sweet ole time before joining you, as part of your punishment. He knew your patience would only last so long.
He flicks through his cassette tapes and fiddles with the radio volume⌠anything to keep you waiting.
So when he does finally join you in the back, youâre practically trembling with need. His hands cradle the back of your neck, titling it to bare your throat to him. He presses harsh kisses along your skin, nipping every so often. You canât help but whimper from the contact, your hands reaching out to grip the fabric of his shirt.
But he stops you, immediately pushing your hands aside.
âOnly good girls get to touch me,â he grunts.
Your eyes widen when he pulls the skull bandana out of his back pocket, maneuvering himself around you. He pulls your hands behind your back and binds them together with the soft fabric. Once he was happy with the secureness of the knot, heâs back in front of you.
This was something new.
His fingers gently grip your chin, but he forces you to meet his gaze.
âWhatâs your color, baby?â
As your sexual relationship began to delve deeper, the more safe words and communication became his highest priority.
âGreen⌠neon fucking green,â you hum.
The smirk quickly returns to his features, and his lips go back to sucking on your neck.
âWatch that pretty mouth of yours, doll or Iâll put it to use.â
You can feel the wetness starting to drip down your thighs, having absolutely no barrier due to your lack of undergarments. His hands have found their way to your breasts, kneading them in his large palms before he continues lower. Once he reaches the apex of your thighs he nearly growls, feeling your arousal coating your supple skin.
âFuckâ I need you, Eds.â you whine, already forgetting what he had just told you only moments prior.
Eddie promptly removes his hands from you, the sound of his belt clinking open has you shivering in anticipation.
âYou really want to test my patience tonight, donât you?â
You now realize your mistake.
But you canât find it in yourself to regret it when he finally releases his cock from the confines of his jeans. You glance up at him expectantly, licking your lips at the sight of his pre-cum coating the tip. His fingers guide your mouth open and can feel your body practically buzzing with excitement.
âSince you canât seem to listen, Iâm going to use your mouth however I want. If itâs too much I need you to snap your fingers twice. Okay?â
You give him verbal confirmation and snap twice to demonstrate that you are still able to do so even with your hands bound. Satisfied with your response he grins and opens your mouth wider.
âLemme see that tongue, baby,â he instructs.
You obey immediately and he rewards you by slapping the head of his cock against it. Once⌠twice⌠a third time⌠before he slips it past your lips with a groan.
Eddieâs hand fists your hair, pulling your mouth even further onto his cock. You take every inch willingly, eagerly swirling your tongue around the base of his shaft. His eyes squeeze shut, mouth slightly agape as you take him even deeper.
But you already miss his piercing gaze, now desperate for him to look at you. So you pull back until his cock slips past your lips.
His eyes shoot open and he raises a brow at you, âDid I say you could stop?â
The utter dominance in his tone and stature makes you even wetter, your thighs pressing together as he continues to stare you down with those dark eyes.
âWant you to look at me,â you plead, batting your lashes at him.
He just chuckles, keeping his gaze locked on yours when you eagerly take him back into your mouth. His fist tightens in your hair, another groan escapes him when he hits the back of your throat. A wicked grin tugs at his lips when he feels you gag around him.
âThatâs right, gag on it,â he coos.
Your eyes remain locked with his as he continues to use your throat, mascara tears running freely down your cheeks with each thrust. His groans fill your ears, each one sending heat straight to your core. His lips pull up into that signature smirk as he admires the absolute mess heâs made of you.
But before he reaches that peak, he slips himself out of your mouth. Itâs too soon for your liking, despite the throbbing ache between your legs. He notices the pout on your lips, now eyeing the string of saliva that keeps you connected.
âAs much as Iâd love to come in that bratty mouth of yoursâŚâ he pauses, wiping up some of the drool from your lips with his thumb. âIâd much rather see it dripping out of that pretty pussy instead.â
You canât help but whimper in response, letting Eddie bend you over the center console of the vehicle. He flips your skirt up, landing a harsh smack to your ass as he nudges your legs apart with his own. Youâre suddenly grateful for the console beneath you, knowing you wouldnât have the strength to hold yourself up with your hands still bound.
Eddie grabs your bound wrists with one hand, the other slipping between your thighs.His calloused fingers run through your slick folds, and he moans at the wetness he finds there.
âGod⌠always so wet. Youâre such a little slut for me, huh? You like when I use you like this, baby?â
You merely nod, your thoughts far too jumbled from his touch that words are escaping you. But Eddie isnât having any of it, and really you should know better.
Another harsh slap lands on your pussy this time, a shaky gasp leaving your lips.
âCome on sweetheart, tell meâŚâ
Eddie slips two fingers into your entrance with no resistance, curling them up to hit that sweet spot inside of you. But his actions stop just as quickly as they start due to your continued silence. And when he begins to slip his fingers out, your walls contract around them in an effort to keep them nestled inside you.
âCat got your tongue, baby?â he taunts.
You want to cry from frustration when he fully removes the digits, guiding your hips back towards him. Eddie just chuckles, before you hear him noisily suck your arousal from his fingers.
âY-Yes, Eddie. Just please, fuck me,â you cry.
While you canât see him, you know heâs grinning like a madman. Any further plans of begging disappear when you feel the tip of his cock rubbing through your folds. As much as heâd love to continue teasing you, his own impatience takes over and he slides into you with one hard thrust.
It doesnât matter how many times heâs fucked you, you still feel so full. Stretched out beyond beliefâ it nearly takes your breath away.
Eddie doesnât give you much warning before heâs snapping his hips back into yours. The sudden motion causes your head to lull forward and rest against the console. Your walls practically suck him in deeper, and he enjoys the pathetic little noises that leave you as he continues to slam into you.
âFuckâ you feel so good, sweetheart.â
Eddie uses your bound wrists to pound into you harder, hitting that spot inside you that makes your eyes roll into the back of your head. You can already feel your orgasm bubbling up inside you, that band getting tighter as he continues his ruthless pace.
âYou gonna cum already? Such a little slutâŚâ he nearly growls, âGo on, do it. Letâs see how many times you can make a mess on my cock.â
Between his words and the constant pounding into your g-spot is what tips you over the edge, feeling your knees wobble from the force of your orgasm. Eddie begins to slow his pace, letting you ride the waves a little before he slips one of his hands between you to gently rub at your clit.
Your soft whimpers only seem to spur him on further, keeping a steady pace. But he rams into you so deeply, you swear you can feel him in your throat. Despite how slightly overstimulating the feeling is⌠itâs too good to stop. And youâd do anything to show Eddie how good you can actually be.
âThatâs it⌠feels good, baby?â
You let out a small but breathy âuh huhâ, that being the only response you can muster at this point. One orgasm has turned your brain to mush, and all you can think or feel is Eddie Eddie Eddie.
Your response has him chuckling, as the male continues to rock his hips into yours. He loves getting you to this point, so drunk on his cock that you canât form a coherent sentence. His fingers start to pick up their pace against your bundle of nerves, feeling how your walls clench even tighter around him.
While he wants to fill you up so badly, he also wants to see how far he could push you. It was only fair.
âWanna show me you can listen, sweetheart? Give me another one. You can do it.â
You nearly sob as your second orgasm suddenly crashes over you. While not as forceful as the first, itâs powerful enough to make your legs give out beneath you. Letting all your weight rest against the center console. Eddie is quick to help guide your hips back up, and stops the movement of his own.
You can feel the tears slipping down your cheeks when he frees your wrists, finally slipping out of you. You whimper at the loss of contact, but itâs not gone for long. As Eddie helps guide you into a sitting position, before carefully laying you back onto a pile of blankets.
He brushes the tears away from your cheeks, and presses a gentle kiss to your lips.
âCan you give me one more? Doinâ so good for me, sweet thing.â
You practically preen at his praise, eagerly nodding when he situates himself between your legs again. He carefully lifts your trembling thighs, his touch much more gentle now. He caresses your supple skin before he slips back inside you with a deep seated groan.
You can feel how your hands begin to twitch at your sides, desperate to reach up and tangle your fingers in his curls. But his previous warning rings in your ears, only good girls can touch me. Eddie catches the subtle movement and reaches down to guide your hands up towards his head. And a loud grunt leaves him when he reaches your deepest point.
âYou can touch me baby, youâve earned it.â
He barely finishes his sentence before youâre threading your fingers through his wild curls and tugging him closer. Until your clothed chests are pressed together and you can feel the weight of his ribs against yours. Your mouths meet with a soft urgency and his tongue glides over your lower lip before slipping past them.
His pace has slowed tremendously, all in an effort to cherish the feeling of being inside you. Despite how rough can be at times, this was his favorite way to be with you. With your bodies entangled in every possible way.
While Eddie may put on a tough exterior, heâs a big softie underneath it all. And youâve come to adore both sides of him.
He pulls away from your lips with a small gasp, greedily inhaling your mingling breath as his chestnut hues meet yours. Eddie looks beautiful like this, hovering above you all sweaty and flushed. It's truly a sight you wouldnât grow tired of seeing. He doesnât let lips stray too far though, leaning down to press hot kisses along your jaw towards your neck.
The brunette eagerly sucks onto the skin of your throat, tongue darting out to soothe the ache he leaves behind. One of your hands untangles itself from his tousled curls, slipping between your bodies to rub at your overly sensitive clit. Judging by how sloppy his thrusts were becoming, you knew he wasnât going to last much longer.
Eddie buries his face into the crook of your neck, whining when you clench harder around him. The feeling of his cock twitching inside you has your head reeling, already so close to finishing for a third time that night.
âFuckâ I love you,â he pants, each slam of his hips becomes more frantic with his admission. âI love you, sweetheart.â
His confession is all it takes to push you both over the edge. Eddieâs hips stutter as he fills you, and your body arches further into his embrace with a cry of his name. Itâs so intense that you can feel how his body trembles above you, and the stars begin to dance behind your lids. The weight of his words finally starts to sink in when he collapses on top of you, blinking away the tears that fill your lash line.
The mixture of your heavy breathing fills the silence and you gently stroke his curls while you both come down from your highs. Eddie must have felt your tears dripping down onto his cheek and his head lifts to regard you with concern.
âHey, hey, whatâs wrong? Did I hurt you?â he asks.
You just shake your head, pressing another kiss to his awaiting mouth. But when you pull away a little too soon for his liking, he practically pouts. You just smile fondly, nervous fluttering in your belly at what you were about to confess. Despite hearing him utter those same three words only moments prior.
âI just⌠I really love you too, Eddie.â
The grin that stretches across his face has your heart thumping faster, your giggles soon fill the silence in the van as he presses tender kisses everywhere he can reach.
âLove you so much, sweetheart.â
The Hideout was packed, which seemed to be an unusual occurrence for a Saturday night in small town Hawkins. But the promise of multiple live bands quickly filled the seats that usually remained empty during the week.
Ever since you became official, you easily fit in amongst his large group of friends. Even Dustin, who was weary of you in the beginning, had quickly begun to warm up to you. But you had clicked with Robin the fastest and the two of you became very close in such a short amount of time.
Most of them had come out to support the band, besides the group of freshmen. As Eddie all but forbade from stepping foot in this establishment. His overprotective nature towards them was something you found to be incredibly endearing.
You were standing at the front of the crowd, snugly in between Robin and Steve. Mostly due to Eddieâs strict instructions to keep an eye on you. He could already anticipate just how rowdy this crowd might be from the moment you entered the dingy bar.
You anxiously shift in place, taking another swig from the flask that Robin had snuck in. You hadnât seen Eddie for more than a few minutes since he dropped you off at home earlier that morning. And you were beyond impatient for the show to get started.
It was a little annoying how much you missed him when he wasnât around, how uneasy it made you.
But the vodka was definitely starting to help soothe your nerves.
You continued to shift from foot to foot, partially from your growing impatience and partly due to the soreness between your thighs. The round in the van had only continued once you got back to Eddieâs trailer. He buried his tongue inside you while he showed you how much he loved you from between your thighs.
Itâs as though the universe could tell you were getting antsy, as the lights on the small stage finally dim. You cheer loudly and the rest of your friends join in when the four males walk out onto the stage. They all take their respective positions, and Eddie slings his guitar strap over his shoulder and adjusts the mic stand.
âGood evening Hawkins, weâre Corroded Coffin. Thanks for coming out!â
A round of boos suddenly erupt from amongst the cheers, and your head instantly whips around to find the source. You see Jason and Scottâs whole crew leaning up against the back wall of the bar, a prominent smirk on your exâs face. Your hands balled into fists and you quickly flip them all the bird before turning your focus back towards the stage.
Scottâs incessant torment had cooled off for a bit, but that entire week it was seeming to ramp right back up. While you knew your boyfriend could take care of himself, it still didnât stop the fury from bubbling up inside you over it. Especially knowing it had only gotten worse because of you.
You find Eddieâs gaze again and he shoots a wink your way, not even fazed by their presence. They started off their set with a cover of Bang Your Head by Quiet Riot, already getting the crowd ramped up. Eddie was totally in his element, carefree as his fingers danced along the neck of his guitar. While they played mostly covers, they were able to sneak in a few original songs.
The crowd was overly enthusiastic, which was a nice change of pace from the five sullen drunks they usually had in attendance at their normal Tuesday time slot. While Eddie was riding that high, his eyes always seemed to find their way back to you.
âThank you guys for being such an awesome crowd, this is our last song.â
In the time that youâve been together, youâve come to recognize almost all of their songs. Eddie was always bouncing lyric ideas off of you, or playing them for you any chance that he could. But hearing the first few chords ring out into the bar, you knew this one was clearly new.
And if shit eating grin he was sporting was any indication, heâd been preparing for this moment. Eddieâs eyes drift from yours to the back of the dimly lit bar as he begins singing. The opening lyrics make your eyes widen in shock.
âScotty doesnât know that Fiona and me do it in my van every Sunday. She tells him sheâs in church, but she doesnât go. Still sheâs on her knees and Scotty doesnât know.â
Your heart begins to race and that cocky grin never leaves his face. Your eyes follow his line of sight and you turn around, watching in amusement when you notice how Scottâs fists are clenched at his sides. This is by far the angriest youâve ever seen him, and you can almost see the metaphorical steam coming out of his ears.
âFiona says sheâs out shopping, but sheâs under me and Iâm not stoppingâŚâ
A smug look graces your features when Scott meets your gaze, giving him a little wave before turning back to focus on your boyfriend. Eddieâs husky voice is full of confidence as he continues onto the next verse. That sound alone could bring you to your knees.
âI can't believe he's so trusting, while I'm right behind you thrusting. Fiona's got him on the phone, and she's trying not to moan. It's a three-way call and he knows nothing, nothingâŚâ
Your mind instantly drifts back to that fateful phone call, that night being a major turning point in your feelings towards the metalhead. Your whole body flushes at the vulgarity of the lyrics, but in an odd way you find it kind of sweet.
Once he has your attention again, Eddie blows you a subtle kiss.
âThe parkin' lot, why not? It's so cool when you're on top. His front lawn in the snow, life is so hard 'cause Scotty doesn't know! Scotty doesn't know!â
You watch in fascination as his fingers work diligently over the guitar strings, banging his head along with Jeff. The song aside, you really were enjoying yourself. Eddie lets his guitar fall to his hip, gripping the mic with both hands.
âI did her on his birthdayâŚâ
Your curiosity has gotten the better of you again, and you glance back to where Scott had previously been standing. The spot was now empty, much to your surprise. Scott was never one to back down without getting the last word. So you let your eyes wander around the bar, but Scott and his posse were nowhere in sight.
When the song starts to come to a close, Eddie and the rest of the guys have gathered at the front of the stage. Huddled together as they chanted a chorus of, âScotty doesnât knowâ, the crowd joining in unison. When you glance over at Robin, her grin practically matches that of your boyfriendâs.
While you had never explicitly told anyone (besides Robin) the details of how everything played out between you two, your ex definitely had his suspicions.
But now, one thing was for sureâŚ
Scotty definitely knew.
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Pairing: Kwon Soonyoung x f!reader
Genre: fluff, suggestive moments
warnings: mentions of illness/body fluids (snot, vomit), avoidant attachment from reader, Hoshi best boy
Length: ~2.9k
Note: more of this couples bc im crazy thank u @gyuswhore
series m.list: Houdini [s], Green Light [s, f], Talk [a, s, f], Casual [a, s, f], Mine [s], espresso [f, s]
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Two and a half months of hooking up with a guy who may or may not be a furry and things start feelingâŚcomfortable.Â
Youâll pretend until the day you die that every time the weekend rolls around you wonât end up naked in Soonyoungâs bed. Or your own. Usually it is your own because he has more roommates than you and yours leaves to stay at her boyfriendâs until Monday night which means there is no need to keep quiet (which you and Soonyoung both struggle with but you refuse to acknowledge that fact).Â
It allows for many nights bent over the kitchen counter, Soonyoungâs chest hot against the back of your thighs as he works you up with his mouth. Or occasional nights on the couch after you both are too into each other to make it upstairs to your room, planted firmly in his lap while pinning his hands to the cushions. There's also the nights he drags you straight to bed and demonstrates exactly what all the pictures you took while tucked away in the privacy of a gross bar bathroom did to him.Â
Youâre pretty sure Soonyoung has picked up on your game by now because instead of asking âifâ heâs taken to asking âwhenâ he can come over. And it's annoying that it doesnât really annoy you at all.
Soonyoung comes over on Friday nights and leaves Saturday afternoon, except when he shows up on Saturday mornings and stays well into Sunday night. Or the occasional weekend where you remember who you are and show up on his door and leave three hours later with cum still drying on your thigh as you walk past his roommates still pregaming in the living room.
Except now it's Friday and youâve got nothing on your mind except for the inside of a toilet bowl and the cool tile of the bathroom floor.
Call it food poisoning or maybe the flu, but youâve been in and out of sleep since the early hours of dawn. Shivering on the floor, the only company you have is a pile of dirty clothes. Even the crack of light under the door is too much stimulation for your illness-racked brain to tolerate.
âY/N?â your roommate calls from the other side of the darkness, out in the hallway where it's safe from whatever curse is making home in your gut. âAre you sure you donât want me to stay home? I donât mind.â
âIâm fine,â you groan. Your words couldnât convince the deaf but you try anyway.Â
She responds but it slips right past because another bout of nausea takes hold.
You manage to fall asleep at some point, clammy on the floor with aching hips. Maybe an hour or maybe ten minutes. It doesn't really make a difference because you still feel like shit when the door opens and the hall light burns through your retinas.
âHazel, I said Iâmâ What are you doing here?â you croak from the floor.Â
Soonyoung stairs down at you, face soft with something that might be worry but itâs probably just the fever melting your brain. âYou look like shit.âÂ
âYou always know just what to say.â The usual snark isnât there, replaced by a pathetic helpless whine of discomfort because all you want is to curl up and die. âDid you come to insult me orâŚ?â
âHazel let me know you were sick and usually sick people need medicine and soup so I brought that and this tea my mom used to give me as a kid.âÂ
âAre you trying to cure me so you can get your dick wet?âÂ
âNo. If I wanted to stick my dick in a Petri dish I feel like there are easier ways to go about it.â He kneels right next to you like he isnât the slightest bit concerned about catching the plague brewing in your immune system. A cool hand cups your cheek, thumb gentle at your temple where a dull throb has haunted you all day. You lean into the comforting touch without much thought. âWhen was the last time you showered?âÂ
âI donât know. Like two days ago?âÂ
âYeah, I can smell that. Alright my little germ cell, letâs get you cleaned up.âÂ
His arms snake under yours, dragging you from the floor even with your muscles limp. It takes more maneuvering but you donât bother helping. If he wants to play not-so-sexy nurse and patient then that's his problem. The warmth of his sweater is welcome though.Â
âIs this some weird fetish thing?â Nose buried in Soonyoungâs chest, it comes out in a jumble. âBecause I canât handle this and the furry stuff.âÂ
âYes, caring about your health is a fetish for me. Really gets me off knowing youâve been a good girl and taken your vitamins.âÂ
âI knew it.â you whisper. âIâm not calling you daddy if thatâs what you want.âÂ
Soonyoung laughs and the movement sends another bolt of pain through your skull. He tuts over your responding whimper and what may be his lips press to the side of your head briefly. Itâs warm and comforting, the beat of his heart lulling you into the first satisfying rest since you woke up. Your hands bunching the front of his shirt are desperate for anything to keep you steady.Â
Thankfully, he doesnât release you while setting things up for a shower; accommodating for your weight with a slow shuffle and more placating coos against your hairline every time you protest a sudden jostle. The chill of the bathroom fully sets in when he pushes down your sweats and shucks off your snot stained sweater before tossing away his own. If you werenât barely functioning it might even be impressive that heâs kept you in his arms the entire time.
âIf youâre trying to fuck me, I hope you donât mind snot.â You blow your nose against the curve of his neck just to be a bitch.Â
You feel more naked under the stream of water than you ever have, which is ironic given youâve had Soonyoung face to crotch more times than you can count. Something about the non-sexual nature of nudeness, feeling the least sexy you ever have while he scrubs you down with gentle hands, turns your stomach more than before.
âIâm not trying to fuck you,â he laughs again; a thousand volts straight to the heart. âDonât worry.âÂ
You pop out of hiding, hurt by the idea. âYou donât want to fuck me?âÂ
Soonyoungâs face is soft, cheeks round and hair already damp to his forehead. He isnât disgusted by the puke on your breath or the sweat matting your hair. Or if he is, he hides it well. âI always want to fuck you but right now Iâm trying to make sure you donât die.âÂ
You dive back into his shoulder, mind numb to anything beyond the silky feel of hands washing away days of ick. Youâve felt his hands on almost every part of your body but right now they lack the characteristic urgency from those moments where you canât get enough of each other quick enough. Heâs touching you the way he does in the glow of the moon after youâve both been satisfied, when Soonyoung thinks youâre asleep and you let him as every curve and dip and hill of your body is covered in gentle strokes like heâs committing you to memory.
âI can do that on my own,â you argue.Â
The facts arenât stacked in your favor right now but itâs the principle: you donât need him to take care of you. You can handle it on your own. Heâs only here because you let him.
âOh, I know. Now close your eyes so I donât get soap in them.â
He cups your face, thumbs rubbing away the sweat that's been caked on since morning. Then itâs a rough washcloth doused in the scent of your face wash but you swat it away in favor of the calluses on his fingers. If you werenât a dead woman walking heâd never get a chance to be this close.Â
How is it more terrifying for someone to wipe away your boogers than let him see you naked multiple times a week? A question knotting your stomach into tight pieces as Soonyoung hums some tune you donât recognize like heâs more than happy to do so.
Your brain stops working after so long; too exhausted from everything to think more about what this all means. Not even the familiar flat press of his front against yours can incite a response beyond content. All the world shrinks into the pitter patter of the water swirling around the drain, and the parts that are warmed by Soonyoung and the parts that are waiting to be.
When you come back to awareness, the waters off and he is whispering something into your clammy forehead.
âHmmm?âÂ
âI said, itâs time to get out.â
More shuffling gets you back into your room where the mattress takes your weight while he digs around for fresh clothes. You roll onto your side, clad in a towel and nothing else, resound to fall asleep then and there.
âAlright, arms up,â he commands.Â
You try to pull away, diving back into the pillow soaked from your hair but Soonyoung gets you up at the waist, maneuvering stiff limbs patiently.
âDo you have an armpit fetish too?â you ask with the collar stuck around the top of your head.Â
âAnd you call me a freak?â
Next is pants, and it takes a few tries for you to even consider being helpful. Soonyoung lifts each leg individually, working the fabric as far as he can. Then a few dramatic grunts from coordinating your entire body weight but youâre back in a clean pair of pajamas and tucked under the covers. Soonyoung didnât rise to any more of your snide remarks about being naked. He simply avoiding your bare skin like itâd burn. Not even his favorite thing about you (boobs) gets any attention, just a few chuckles and more kisses into your temple.
You melt into the plush mattress, hidden beneath a pile of blankets from the cruel world that cursed you with new realizations you're not prepared for just yet.Â
Eyes closed the entire time, you hear Soonyoung leave without so much as a goodbye. In theory itâs what you want. Exactly how you prefer; you alone, him somewhere you can pretend all the confounding feelings donât exist. You didnât even want him to show up in the first place, but now that heâs been here and youâre horrifically aware how nice it feels to have someone take care of you. You miss him.Â
And as soon as the pit opens up, you hear someone shuffling down the hall coming towards your room.
âAlright, once you eat something you can sleep.â
The thought of food tightens your stomach more than the fact he didnât leave you but heâs right. You need fluids and youâre not strong willed enough to get them yourself.
After the first few bites, you feel a little more human and less like a walking sack of shit. With it, the discomfort of this entire ordeal rears with a new vengeance.Â
âWhy are you here?â It sounds like an accusation.
He doesnât even miss a beat. âBecause I like you.âÂ
Soonyoung says it matter of factly, the same way the sky is blue and water is wet, while shoving another bite into your mouth.
Youâre too exhausted for a fight right now; not with the only person making a real effort to keep you alive, but the instinct is strong after years of low expectations and plenty of disappointment.
âWhy?âÂ
âBecause I just do.âÂ
Your eyes meet over the spoon. He doesnât look annoyed or perturbed or even angry. He likes you whether you like it or not.Â
âI donât date.âÂ
âOkay,â he agrees, wiping at the spill dripping from your chin.
âYou arenât gonna argue?âÂ
âNope.â He pops the âpâ and your need for confrontation with it. âYou donât wanna date? Thatâs fine. Iâll take whatever I can get, even if thatâs spoon feeding you on your deathbed.âÂ
You take the next bite before commenting, âYouâre so weird.âÂ
âI like you too. Now open up for the airplane.â He makes the noise and the medicine twists your brain into actually finding it funny. âHow are you pretty even when youâre blowing your nose on my shirt?â
âDeal with the devil.â
He passes you a cold cup when you brush away the remainder of the soup. One sip is all it takes.
âHow did you know I like the orange Gatorade?â
âI asked Jun to give me Juneâs number and she gave me Hazelâs number and I asked while I was at the store.â
âYou went through all that trouble just to buy me the right Gatorade?â you snort.
âIt really wasnât any trouble.â
It isnât but itâs more than anyone else has ever done for you. The fresh wave of nausea has nothing to do with your cold.
âIâm tired,â you tell him.Â
The mess is cleaned up in silence. You pretend to fall asleep and Soonyoung lets you until heâs shoving more medicine your way.Â
You shake your head, failing to refuse because Soonyoung is doing that dumb airplane nose again and when you cough up a laugh he shoves the spoon in your mouth and youâre left with no choice but to swallow.
Then heâs up and you watch through heavy eyes as he gathers his things. Youâll blame it on the drugs loosening the clutch you have on your emotions later.
âWhere are you going?â you ask with faux apathy, negated by the fist tangled in the hem of his sweatshirt in case he evaporates away.
âHome. UnlessâŚyou want me to stay?â A tug at the sweater is your answer to that horrible thought. âOh, thank god â I was getting sad.â
You roll over, offering him your back to curl around. The muscles tensed around your spine soften when he does.Â
I sleep better when youâre here.
You wonât tell him that but Soonyoung stiffens for a moment and the fear youâve said the wrong thing creeps in where fatigue hasnât rooted just yet. But a kiss to your covered shoulder and a hand under your sweater, flat against your stomach so you stay as close as possible calms the thoughts enough you can drift off.
Itâs strange. Having the heat of his body at your back without the limpness of a good fuck still coursing through your veins to thaw the parts that hate pillow talk and the stickiness that come with it.
What's even stranger is that you donât really mind it all. If anything, itâs actually pretty nice.
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I CAN SEE YOUâ°
logan howlett x fem!reader
cw: curing, slightly nsfw, tiniest mention of blood
*mdni
wc: 900+
a/n: another one shot inspired by a song lmao. this time it is i can see you by taylor swift. thank you for all the love on my last one! this one is short n sweet too so i hope you enjoy <3
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It had been three years since you graduated from the school. Everyone was excited about your return. Storm and Scott picked you up from the train station downtown. It was an unexpected surprise when Professor Xavier reached out, asking you to teach for a semester. He has always been an important influence in your life; having brought you in as a troubled teenager. Being an X-Men changed your life for the better.
"You are going to love all the new students!" Storm smiles, helping Scott and you carry in your bags.
"I can't wait to meet them!"
Once everything was inside, you headed upstairs to your old room with a suitcase in hand. The room was located on the farthest end of the mansion, which was secluded and quiet; away from all the chaos. You never would've guessed what was on the other side of the door.
"Do you mind?"
There, lying in your old bed, a scruffy, annoyed, attractive man who looked double your age, smoking a cigar on his back. You freeze drinking in his appearance.
Who the hell was this man in your room?
"This is my room." You question if you opened the wrong door or took a left instead of a right. Nope, that was your old bookshelf and bedframe.
"I'm pretty sure this is my room." He replies, cocking his head to the side.
"No, you're in my bed." You bite back, growing more irritated with the stranger.
"This is my bed, sweetheart." He glares at you while his eyes linger down your figure.
He found your angered expression adorable. The way your nose scrunched a little and your hand found its way onto your hip. Your pretty short black skirt captivated him. If it wasn't for the stick up your ass, he would've been more than willing to let you stay in his bedroom.
"That's my bookshelf!" You pointed out. "And that is my bedframe!"
"Well, if that's the case, you need a new bedframe." His voice drops in a way that makes your stomach turn in a dangerous yet delicious way.
A small gasp leaves your mouth before you can catch yourself. Not wanting to see that stupid smirk on his face, you whip your head around and stomp downstairs to Professor Xaviers' office.
â°
It's been weeks since your first encounter with Logan. Ever since you had to move to a new room, you've avoided him at all costs. If what Scott has told you is any truth of Logan's character, then you knew he was trouble.
Despite your attempts to stay far away from him, Logan had other plans. Caught in every corner; stuck at every turn, he managed to capture you. He would go out of his way to brush past you in hallways. Even in crowded rooms, his eyes shamelessly burned holes into you.
The worst of it was when he would sit in during your lectures. Half of your mind focused on the lesson while the other half ran wild with the thought of him watching you.
If you weren't careful, you would cave.
Which was exactly what Logan wanted. He knew it was wrong to need you as badly as he did. You were so much younger than him yet you pranced around the mansion like you knew everything. He didn't want Charles to know about the feelings string inside of him. You had barely been gone three years, there's so much you hadn't experienced yet. The last thing anyone wanted was for Logan to taint you.
â°
On Friday nights you would stay in your classroom grading papers until the early morning hours. This Friday was no exception. It was almost two am when you scribbled a B+ on the final stack of papers. You stood up, leaving all your belongings in the classroom until Monday morning; desperately wanting to be in bed. Once you locked the door and turned down the hallway, you saw him coming up the stairs.
"What do you want, Mister. Howlett?" You glare at him. Logan's eyes darkened at the way you addressed him.
For such a mouthy girl, you did have some manners.
"You've been avoiding me." He states, following closely behind you. The clothing you wore drove him insane. Tight tops, unbelievably short skirts, and dresses. If Logan could die, he's sure it would've been at your hands.
"You've noticed? I figured you would have been too busy getting rejected by Jean to care."
The comment was supposed to sting painfully for him; instead, it backfired on you.
Of course, you noticed the way he shamelessly flirted with the redhead. It plagued your mind ever since you saw it happen with your own eyes. The way he gawked at her unapologetically, even with her boyfriend present. You would never admit it but it made you bitter, to say the least.
"Oh, I see..." Logan smirks.
"See what?"
"I can see you." His words make you freeze up. "You're jealous."
You roll your head back and laugh at his accusation; despite the truth it held.
Without hesitation, Logan grabs your hips and pins you up against the wall. You whine as your back makes contact with the cold grey wall. His grip tightens at the noise you let out.
"Not only can I see the effect I have on you..." Logan's voice is rough against the shell of your ear. "I can hear and smell it, sweetheart."
A flush of red creeps its way up your pretty face in the low light. Logan groans when he pulls back and sees it for himself. The second you are face-to-face, you pull him. A rush of teeth clashing into each other messily. One of your hands rests on his jaw while the other knotted itself in his hair. Logan's right hand slides up your thigh and under your skirt as he picks you up. You bite and tug on his lower lip; until you can taste the tiniest bit of blood. Both of you were desperate for each other.
"My room." You mumble against his lips. Logan chuckles, knowing that the only room on this side of the mansion is his current bedroom.
This will have to be your little secret.
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12 DAYS and 20 HOURS WITHOUT YOU w/c: 5.1k - ; NAGUMO YOICHI x F!READER
âá° heâs a nuisance & you should be glad to be rid of him⌠so why does your heart ache for him so much? OR the part two in which you finally address your feelings for your hanger on ex.
ŕż ! warnings â porn WITH plot, MINORS DNI, piv, very explicit smut, unprotected sex (wrap up ppl), cunnilingus, fingering, female reader, nagumo is sexy and you will fall in love so pls keep that in mind.
/ note. i should be revising for my exams but instead i wrote this for a man who is severely underrated. itâs gonna be a nagumo fall. enjoy this anywho :P (ps. can be read as a standalone fic)!!
13 days. thatâs how long it had been since you had seen nagumo. youâd be lying if you said it wasnât eating you up inside.
after your small spat (if you could even call it that) you wrongfully assumed heâd be somewhere in your bedroom the next day when you hadnât seen him on your couch. you were just about ready to scold him for having his feet all over your satin pillowcases.
only when you trudged upstairs, your bedroom was exactly how you left it. the door ajar, a small breeze from the window. pillows not askew. your sleepy kitten lounging on the covers.
at first, you considered yourself relieved. âgood riddance,â you grumbled to yourself, falling atop the blankets and sighing, hands brushing at your pet. the chirp of the cicadas eats at your eardrums. has your home always been this quiet?
âwhatever. knowing that idiot, heâll be back in a day or two⌠now what to doâŚâ
unfortunately for you, nagumoâs unprecedented drop ins had become part of your daily routine. you donât become aware of the fact until itâs been exactly 4 days and he still hasnât shown his face. it had already struck you as odd on the second day, let alone the fourth.
âwhy do you even care?â you ask yourself, standing under the hum of a sweltering shower. why do you care that your ex hasnât come around to lounge in your home and bother you? in fact, isnât this a good thing? the first few times it happened, you were irritated beyond belief - telling the man to get lost, locking your windows and doors only for nagumo to show up despite your barrage of insults, whether thatâd be in your kitchen or on your couch or even in the shower (the image of seeing a naked nagumo after all this time was truly something, though youâd never admit it to his face, instead opting to throw a hard bar of soap at him and to which you then had to tend to his aching back after he so called âwept in pain.â) so why did he now decide to just ghost you?
âtypical,â is all you can think, drying your hair off, eyes lingering on the razor he left on top of the toilet.
day five comes around. a good day at work with a cute man asking you out renders nagumo forgettable. youâre glad your brain decides itâs high time to forget about him. day six, seven, eight, nine. itâs extremely bearable. you start to see him in your dreams on the seventh day - exactly a week since he just up and left. âthatâs normal,â you muse. you dream about people that arenât in your life all the time. heâs no different.
the night of day ten falls. youâre incredibly exhausted, and youâre regretting making plans on saturday with that somewhat attractive man who works across the street. âitâs no biggie. itâs just one day till the weekend and i can cancel.â
youâre nodding off into your dinner. the warm smell of char siu and noodles doesnât do much to keep you awake.
then you see him. dark brown eyes and a goofy smile to match. it makes you jump so hard you spill half the content of your meal down your shirt. nobodyâs there. your cat sits at the leg of your chair, licking the sodden mess off of the ground.
the gravity of the situation dawns on you. you really really miss nagumo.
á° á° á° á° á°
day eleven comes and goes and the twelfth drags, as do most fridays. that guy who asked you out the other day offers to drop you home when youâre standing outside. itâs warm out and you think a walk would be good for your head. you donât decline his offer.
the man asks about you and confirms the details of your excursion, and you politely affirm, answering all his questions and asking them back just the same. âheâs not much of a talker,â you think. youâre not used to that.
by the time youâre home, you just want to pass out. you look around your kitchen, living room - heck, even the bathroom for safe measure, just in case you-know-who decided to drop by. the sound of metal clattering has you running to your bedroom, ventricles pumped. not that you cared⌠youâd act super cool and nonchalant if when nagumo drops by again. itâs all in vain, anyway. it was just your cat jumping onto your vanity. you shoo her away. your heart falls like a crescendo from loony tunes.
who exactly were you kidding? you had long dropped the facade that your heart wasnât yearning for the idiot, and you wonder how heâs doing when you settle into bed. it would be unlike him to die in an unforeseeable accident, and he would never succumb to a death on the job. another looming realisation dawns on you.
heâs ignoring you.
you groan into your pillow. itâs not like you could really call him (you totally could, and itâs not because you noted down the digits of two of his burner phones, definitely not) without outing yourself. donât forget the phone works two ways. forget it. you have a date tomorrow.
saturday comes. you get up relatively early. (un)fortunately for you, itâs a miserable day out, contrasting the beautiful weekdays that had passed.
your date texts you in teasing and sweet fashion and the pre-typed out message that consists of grovelling, apologies and more grovelling sits at your fingertips. fuck it. you canât stay wound up over a man who probably didnât want you in the first place.
you get ready very early, and you stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror, all done up in a silk to do and the accessories to match. itâs been a while since youâve had a proper date. a few flings here and there, sure, but this seemed real. like a sure thing. similar to whenâŚ
!creaakkk!
your cat meowing and dropping things around in your bedroom has you standing up right, casting aside your lipgloss and running to shoo her away.
âhonestly, ponyo, youâre such a drama queen-â
the words die on your tongue at the sight before you. nagumo sits at the edge of your bed, kitten fidgeting in his arms. he looks you up and down, and then he sends you an earth shattering smile, eyes crinkled.
âhey stranger. long time no see!â
your mouth opens and closes as he gets up, and ponyo leaps up and away when he places her on the ground.
âdo you think she missed me? i think so. with the stuff you feed her, itâs inevitable-â
âare you serious?!â is all you can say, exasperated, gasping. nagumoâs eyes widen, and he sheepishly scratches the back of his head.
âdonât tell me youâre still mad at me? donât make me get down on my knees and beg because-â the man gets cut off again as you all but throw your arms around his frame, face in his shirt, a little shaky. if nagumo feels the wobble of your body, he doesnât mention it and a hand comes to rest at the small of your back.
âso can i assume that youâre not mad at me anymore?â you shake your head, and nagumo chuckles, nose pressed into your hair.
âi wasnât mad at you,â you say, muffled into his shirt.
âoh? tell me more,â and you move your face slightly so your cheek is smushed against his shirt, eyes pointed away from him. though, you can already feel the expectant smile on the corner of his lips and you want to slap him. kiss him? both.
âi was mad at myself. and i was going to apologise for what i said but you basically ghosted me⌠for almost three weeks.â
itâs quiet for a moment until the man laughs, guffaws even and it emanates through his chest. you huff and step away from him, back turned away.
âok, itâs not that funny. you can stop laughing now!â
âsorry, sorry. iâm done, i promise.â nagumo walks from behind you to step into your line of sight. âand technically, itâs only been⌠i wanna say 12 days and 20 hours.â
you deadpan. then you roll your eyes. âyou were counting?! youâre unbelievable!â and he just pouts at you. eyes wide and shiny. you donât admit to him that youâve also been doing the same. that dayâll come.
âi mean, i wouldâve come around sooner buttt! contrary to popular belief, iâm not so socially inept to not give you space. although, i was starting to think you were replacing me with that loser at that law firm. i want to say his name is hajime-â
âokay, not even close-â
âand what kind of idiot takes their woman out to a sushi bar on the first date. and he drives a toyota camri. heâs lame.â
ââŚfirst of all, iâm not his woman. how did you know i was going on a date tonight? and how do you even know what car he drives?â
ââŚletâs not sweat the details. that dress is new, right? havenât seen it before. looks beautiful on you-â
âso not only were you spying on me but you were ignoring me?!â you fist the man by the collar of his coat and you just loll your head onto his chest. âwere you always this crazy when we dated?â you hum and he laughs again. like he knows youâre addicted to the sound and how it makes your tummy ignite into something worse than flames. his hands find their way into his pocket and he shrugs.
âprobably. but you liked it.â you donât bother to contend. nagumo grabs you by the wrists, and takes a good look at you. his deep eyes follow the sliver of gold against your collarbones, all the way down to the hemming of your dress. it makes you feel hot under your heart shaped neckline.
âlike the dress. like it a lot. wouldnât waste it on some shitty sushi and cheap sake, though.â
âwell itâs not you taking me out tonight though, is it? itâsâŚâ you think for a second. you can feel the laughter blooming in his chest and you try to fight your way out of his grasp, though itâs in vain. nagumo laughs so hard that the pout on your face starts to pop into a smile and itâs infectious enough that you laugh too.
when the laughter inevitably dies down, you and the dark haired man share a look that you encompasses all the thoughts and emotions that have been swimming in your head the past long few days. heâs still holding you by the wrists, your fingers crinkling against the loose material of his shirt.
nagumo says your name, more so to himself as his tattooed hands stay wrapped from the width of your jewellery clad wrists down to your forearms.
âyouâre being awfully touchy to a woman whoâs supposed to being out on a date in a few hours,â you say, just above a whisper.
he hums at that, pulling you in further by the elbows. âi guess youâre right. you could always tell me to go away, though. wouldnât be the first time.â
you groan audibly and he shoots you another grin that climbs its way into the wrinkles of your brain. âwhat do i have to do for you to not bring that up? and donât make me get on my knees and beg-â
âdamn, that was my first choice too!â you roll your eyes. heâs still holding you. your palms are flat against his chest. âi suppose i could call it even ifâŚâ nagumo pretends to ponder for a moment. you try to shove him with as much power as you can on the man.
âif you donât just come out with it-â
âkiss me.â
the speed at which your eyebrows almost shoot into your hairline is unprecedented. you try to read his face for any sign of playful unfairness, but youâve known him long enough to read the softness of his eyes.
your hands fist at his shirt again and itâs your turn to laugh at him, head thrown back. he pouts in response.
âyouâre unbelievable,â and before he can retort, you lean up on your tip toes to do as he asked. heâs exactly how you remember, all those years ago. warm, sweet, slightly intoxicating. the sigh you release is shaky and he swallows it whole. the width of his palms immediately let go of your arms and find purchase on your waist and your hands travel all the same, resting on the planes of his face and neck.
the kiss is over before it started and you donât even get a chance to breathe before nagumo is back on you, pulling you in by the hips, tongue slipping in comfortably like youâve always been this way. and you give in, your body adapting to years old muscle memory. itâs like youâre almost a decade younger all over again, and your brain turns to mush when nagumo gropes you, grabbing all the parts he can to get impossibly closer to you.
you almost donât notice the way he throws off his coat. and the fact that heâs trying to get you onto the bed. almost.
you protest in a breathy whine, breaking apart from locking lips. âwe-i canât. my date-â
âsucks. he sucks. iâll take you wherever you want. buy you everything you want. just let me have you.â
youâre too out of it to even give a snarky answer, grabbing nagumo by the neck and pressing your lips to his own once more. he grunts, lightly pushing you both down onto the pillows.
he breaks apart from the kiss to lave more around your jaw, with one heavy hand resting on your cheek while he bruises on your neck, clavicle and the top of your breasts, all heavy and imposing. you writhe in his touch, and you canât help the fact that your thighs start to rub against each other to soothe the heat arising in your core.
as perceptive as ever, nagumo quickly notices and makes fast work of placing his leg between your own, and you canât help but breathe out a winded âyoichi.â
he groans, smirking against your collarbone. âmissed hearing you say that.â
you huff, pushing his hands down the curves of your body. âdonât push your luck, nagumo.â
he chuckles, unfazed, and smooth, deft fingers climb under the hem of your satiny dress. he hikes your dress high enough to see a flash of damp cotton panties.
he presses a digit against your clothed clit and you canât control the way your head falls against your pillows, mouth falling open as you whine out his name again.
nagumo halts all movement though, pushing himself backwards to lean further onto his knees off the bed. you practically jump up, confused and stupidly horny.
âstrip for me.â
you narrow your eyes. he shoots you a saccharine smile, and you donât bother to banter with him, getting on your haunches and pulling down a thin strap on either arm, and shimmying out of the garment. you can tell by the elated shock in nagumoâs eyes that he hadnât expected you to comply but you throw the dress in his face, and he shakes it off faster than you can adjust yourself on top of the bed covers. heâs already crowding over you, face mere centimetres away.
âsorry, you canât be the only one having your fun,â you tease, leaning up to kiss his nose and itâs his turn to not take your bait, but maybe itâs because heâs too enamoured at the sight of your naked body after all this time. a tattooed hand reaches up to grab a handful of your boob, pinching slightly at your nipple and the other makes it descent down to the hemming of your panties. his fingertips dip into the front, pushing the material to the side and he groans when he can see the way your pussy clenches over nothing.
âyouâre so pretty,â he sighs, and you watch the way he touches you, featherlight and it has you writhing, inching closer to feel more of his touch.
âpatience, baby.â nagumo throws off his shirt, and you take in the expanse of his never ending tattoos. your hand reaches up to touch the one on his stomach and he smirks, albeit warm and slightly teasing.
âgot a few new ones a couple months back,â he all but whispers and you hum.
âi like them,â you state, matter of factly and he pushes your hand away to lay on his stomach between your legs.
nagumoâs face presses into your belly, and you push a few fingers into the dense strands of his hair. he kisses you at the belly button, paving a wet path down to your moist underwear.
he noisily smooches on your panty clad clit and you wordlessly protest in embarrassment, groaning and whining while he smiles against you. though, youâre quick to stop complaining when he pushes your panties to the side and breathes you in, kissing your uncovered pubis. now youâre frantically trying to push him away instead.
âyouâre so shameless,â you fuss and nagumo doesnât say anything. he only pushes your legs further apart to accommodate him.
âcan i eat you out?â he asks and you raise a brow, face flushing. he shrugs, âi wanna hear you say it.â
you want to insult him for trying to fluster you in his own weird way but youâre also stupidly, ridiculously turned on right now that you canât be bothered to play this cat and mouse game.
your hands cover your face and you mumble ever so quietly, verbatim: âplease eat me out.â
âcanât hear you, sweetheart. come on, you canât possibly be acting all shy. my face is literally in your-â
âjust please eat me out!â you say, exasperated and incensed by the burning desire to have his mouth on you.
nagumo doesnât mess with you any further but he canât help the snicker that escapes him. youâre also ready to call him names and berate him, unfortunately being the hot head that you are, but itâs a useless act because nagumo already has your pants down your legs and strewn across the room somewhere, and heâs immediately pressing a sloppy, wet kiss on your love button.
a strangled âyoichi!â escapes from your throat and youâre already helplessly weaving between the strands of his black hair. it only goads him on further, and your head struggles to keep itself up when he thumbs at the hood of your clit, lifting it up to suck at the bundle of nerves. you become one with the plush pillows beneath you once again.
nagumoâs tongue soothes and pokes around, sucking and kissing at all the sensitive parts of your flower. he lifts one leg up higher to allow him more access, and you lock your fingers on top of his hand that grips ardently at the tender skin of your thigh. you have no time to react when you feel two fingers press into your cunt hole, and you chant his name like a mantra, gasping and almost tearful from the way he feels.
you can feel his dark brown eyes on you, and he stops tasting you to bite your inner thigh. you yelp, and he lulls over where he indented you with his teeth.
âyouâre close, right? want you to look at me when you cum,â is all he says, and you donât get to reply when heâs back sucking your pearl into his mouth, pressing his fingers against a certain spot inside you that has your legs trying to close in on themselves around his head.
âf-fuck, âichi, iâm gonna cum,â you moan, and per his request, your eyes stay on his own, and you tuck your bottom lip between your teeth, the applied pressure stopping you from falling back and losing it.
âsay my name like that again,â he groans, and you donât fail to notice the way he grinds against the bed ever so slightly. âcome on, baby, youâre almost there-â
âhnngh, fuck, right there âichi, âm cumming-,â you gasp and a flash of white behind your eyes renders you temporarily paralytic, eyebrows furrowed and mouth opened in an âoâ, and the grip on nagumoâs hair tightens. he keeps a firm hand on your thigh, and your heart would burst at the romantic gesture of him interlocking your fingers together at literally any other time, but he doesnât stop his assault on the spongey spot inside you until you go limp and you practically have to pry the man off of you.
nagumoâs no sadist (to you, at certain times) so he stops, pulling back and watching the way your chest heaves and the way you glisten between your upper thighs. you donât register that heâs next to you again until you feel nimble fingers touching on your lower belly. you open your eyes to look at him, and the full blown lust in his eyes makes you choke a little bit.
you grab his hand off your stomach to kiss his fingertips, and then youâre clambering on top of him, palms splayed against his decorated chest. you feel the thickness of his hard cock pressed against your wet core, and you grind against the strained material of his trousers. nagumo grunts, head falling back slightly as he immediately finds purchase on your ass.
âyouâre hard,â you assert, and he laughs a little breathlessly and it breaks off into a moan when you press down on him a little harder.
âi guess i am,â he rustles, squeezing your lower curves to push you against his stiffness. âyou should let me put it in.â
âoh? is that so?â you say, taunting the man as you slide up and down his neglected cock thatâs begging to be released from its confines.
âyeah⌠wanna fuck you, baby.â nagumoâs all heavy eyelids and suave lips as he gazes up at you, hands all touching all over you. youâre heating up from his languid touches, and youâre cursing yourself for already being so raring to go after he ate you to his heartâs content.
âokay,â is all you say, and you shimmy backwards to undo the manâs bottoms, unbuttoning his pants and helping him kick them off till heâs left in tight gray boxer briefs. your eyes find the damp patch on the front of his shorts, and you softly finger the head of his cock through the cloth. nagumo grunts, sighing your name when you waste no time pulling down his underwear to reveal him in all his glory.
âdidnât that hurt?â you wonder out loud, more to yourself if anything, and nagumo realises youâre referring to the tattoo above his pelvis, only shy of the dark trail that nests above his erection. he places a hand over your wandering one and he chuckles.
âa little. nothing i canât handle.â you make a noise of something, and you lean down to kiss him very gently and so very close to where he wants. nagumo groans, and he reaches down to pet your hair.
âanother time,â you wink, biting your lip. nagumo smiles, raising a brow and he looks like he wants to ask you what you mean but youâre ahead of the curve and youâre settling back up on his lower body, your soaked heat brushing and sliding against his cock. heâs putty after that, head in the clouds as he feels the drench of your lips rub against the hardness of his cock.
âtell me you want it,â you say, and you stop looking down to where youâre almost conjoined to meet nagumoâs eyes; his face contorted to something readable only to you. âor, you know, you could just cum like this.â
nagumo moans at that, and he sets a heavy handed grab on your ass. âdonât remember you being such a tease, baby, sh-shit.â
you croon at his words. you donât stop the ministrations of your grinding and the raven haired man beneath you barely puts out until the slick of your cunt hole catches the mushroom shaped tip of his cock.
âfuck, i want it, baby, want you to cream on me-â and you donât let him finish his vulgarity because you grab him at the base of his cock and settle yourself right on top of him, inch by inch.
nagumo hisses, and his iron grip on your hips doesnât subside until heâs all the way inside you. you both simultaneously moan in relief when heâs by the hilt, and you can practically feel him all the way in your throat.
âfucking missed this so much,â he keens, and you feel him raise his knees to accommodate to you better. you slowly get the rhythm going, grinding and gently bouncing on his dick and youâre delirious at the way his pubic hair brushes against your swollen clit, and how you can feel the slap of his weighted balls against your ass.
nagumo plants his feet on the bed, refusing to loosen his grip on you and you canât even bring yourself to care about the bruises thatâll stay depressed into your skin. you move one of his number decorated hands to grab at your chest, which he complies with and the other stabilises you against him so that he can thrust into you at a steady pace.
âso, so good,â you whine, almost falling forward by the jolt of nagumoâs body. you plant both arms on either side of his head, tits bouncing in his face, going back and forth against his open mouth that tries to catch a pebbling nipple.
taunting words leave his mouth as he watches you try to keep up. âfeel good, baby? shit. tell me how it feels, y-yeah? you like it when i fuck you like this, huh?â
you clench around him tighter. âhnnngh, so fuc-fucking good, âichi.â
you lean down on your elbows, and while he bucks up into you, his eyes donât stray, and when your lips follow the sharp lines of his jaw and press on his jugular, nagumo angles his head so you can sloppy kiss him on the mouth.
itâs like that for a few moments until he stops to throw you off of him, and youâre ready to whine and complain, but heâs already on you again, this time on top.
âgotta take my time with you,â he breathes, and he finds a new position, this time pulling your left leg over his shoulder and spreading the right one to fit around his hips.
âis that code for you were gonna cum too fast?â you giggle, and nagumo doesnât grace your playful ribbing because he slips back into you and your once teasing laughter breaks off into a deep moan of pleasure.
âdonât make fun of me,â he says, feeding his cock into you at an achingly slow rate, âhurts my feelings.â and you want to call him embarrassing and silly, you really do, but your heart is on your tongue and nagumo overcrowds every part of your senses.
nagumo leans over you, and grinds himself inside your compact walls. his face is in the crook of your neck and he teethes at the tender skin. you throw a callous hand in hand to satiate the hunger in your belly.
the unrelenting pace in which he fucks you is downright insane: all you can think about is him, all you can smell and taste is him. when you open your eyes, heâs looking down at you, holding and stretching you open, spitting not-so-sweet nothings at you. you worship him all the same, crying out his name, begging him to take you harder and faster, nails raking across the width of his back.
âyouâre s-so, hah, shit, youâre so gorgeous,â he moans, ânot gonna last, f-fuck.â
youâre almost there, teetering on the finish line, so nagumo ever so slightly adjusts his position, and he presses his cock head against that point inside you. youâre weightless in his hold, writhing when he reaches down to rub taut circles against your puffy pearl. itâs enough to make you sob, gasp and cry out a throaty ââichi!â, back arching, toes curling.
nagumo takes a hardened nipple into his mouth, bruising against the creamy flesh of your tits. his speed and movement becomes sloppy, rushing to the edge, the echoes of skin slapping against each other. your tearful face and your short winded begging (âcum inside me, yoichiâ and âwant you to fill me upâ) in the midst of your intra-climatic hue are enough to get him to empty out hot inside of you, his eyebrows furrowed and an o-shape taking over the soft shine of his mouth.
you pull yourself up by the hand on the back of his scruff to kiss him wetly, tongue and all and he takes it, moaning and cursing out your name while pushing his seed deep inside you.
itâs quiet except for mingling, heavy breaths and the creak of your bed when nagumo falls on top of you. you squeak in protest, trying to push the lug of a man off.
âget off me you big idiot!â you squeal, and you feel his body shaking while heâs closed in on you.
âyouâre nice and warm,â he sighs, âthink i could stay like this for a good, couple of hours.â
you scoff. your hand reaches up to pet at his damp hair. nagumo smiles against your clavicle.
âdo you think i still have time to go on that date?â you say, all forlorn and nagumoâs head shoots up, in which you laugh at the way his face contorts. he grumbles, and he eases out of you slowly. you hiss, but the grin on your face stays all the same.
âyou think youâre so funny,â nagumo dryly contends and you sit up, kissing him on the nose.
âwhat can i say? learnt from the best,â you reply, just to the point where only he can hear you.
you think heâs so ridiculously easy (you wonât ever tell him that) when he returns your grin, and grabs your face to kiss you, all over you cheeks and lips.
âdamn right, baby, damn right.â
EXTRA, EXTRA - read all about it:
âby the way, what did you mean when you said i owed you one?â
nagumo pulls his head from your chest, tv blaring and illuminating his puzzled, adorable expression, a piece of popcorn dangling from his mouth. his face turns blank as he ponders. then itâs like a lightbulb switches on above his head.
âoh, i fed ponyo and let her out onto the balcony but that old man saw me and i convinced him that he was seeing things so he wouldnât call the cops⌠youâre welcome!â
âyou did WHAT?!â
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so yknow how eddie has a W.A.S.P pin on his vest? can you plz write an eddieXreader scene inspired by their song
Animal (F*** Like A Beast) ?
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i absolutely love this reqqq, tysm for letting me run with this! hope you like how it turned out @nerdyhooker
Like an Animal - E.M.
18+ ONLY (minors please dni)
a/n: finally figured out an idea i liked for this, and i think it turned out pretty good! although i may have gotten a bit carried away lmao. not sure if this is as rough as you might have had in mind, but i tried to pull as much from the lyrics as possible! i hope you like what i ended up with <3
wc: 5.8k
cw: eventual smut, fem!reader, bartender!eddie + english teacher!reader, kinda fuckboy eddie vibes?, enemies to lovers vibes, light bondage (handcuffsss), p in v sex, unprotected sex (do not do this), oral (fem receiving), pet names (princess, sweetheart, honey, baby), technically drinking and driving, smoking (cigs + i donât smoke so idfk what iâm talking about), brat reader but she gets super subby, kinda mean but soft dom eddie?, light dacryphilia, these idiots have been head over heels for each other since high school and neither of them knew it bc theyâre stupid and stubborn, extremely vague mention of aftercare, not proof read, lmk if i missed anything!
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âwell if it isnât the little princessâ
Just like that, nine months down the drain. You massage your temples as you recall the past few days. The countless arguments between you and your, now ex, boyfriend form a persistent migraine between your eyes.
In hindsight, you really should have seen it coming. Your relationship had been rocky for months, but you were so busy with other obligations that you hadnât had the time to confront any of it head on. Fortunately for you, he was more than willing to step up to the plate.
You wouldnât let yourself admit it out loud, but you almost felt relieved with his absence in your small apartment. That was until you remembered the loss of his half of the rent.
Everything happened so fast, it was hard to process any of it. It all felt like it was swirling around and around too quickly for you to pick any one thing out. Your solution? Alchohol.
You grabbed your keys and hopped into your polished, clean, mint green beetle, setting off for the local dive bar. You could only recall one other time you had been to the small bar, having been dragged there by colleagues in the name of âbondingâ after a particularly long day at work.
Drinking wasnât something you did often, reserving a glass of wine for holidays and special events. Tonight, you decided you needed to make an exception.
As you parked and stepped out of your car, you felt nerves twist in your gut. The place was undoubtedly busy, which wasnât shocking for a Friday night. People were smoking and talking out front, and you couldnât help but notice how out of place you mustâve looked.
A knee length grey skirt fell loosely over your hips, paired with a rose colored, ruffled blouse, and a pearl necklace with matching earrings to top it off. Not a single tattoo in sight, and certainly no cigarette in hand. Your heels clicked against the pavement, smoothing down your skirt as you made your way inside.
The second you enter, youâre hit with a haze of smoke and the overwhelming smell of alchohol, nicotine, and sweat. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the dim lighting before you head for the bar.
You shuffle your way over to an empty stool at the front and take a seat, plopping your beaded purse on the counter. As you wait for the bartender to make their way to you, you take a better look at your surroundings. The place felt oddly cozy for being in such a frumpy looking building, and a band was playing some sort of aggressive rock song you had never heard before. Despite it being a little too loud, and a little too cluttered, you were already starting to relax a little.
âHey there, what can I get for ya?â
You whip your head around at the voice, and your stomach instantly falls into your shoes. It would be impossible not to recognize the dark mop of curls that you got so used to seeing bouncing about the halls you shared all those years ago.
Although now it was pulled back into a sloppy bun at the back of his head, loose curls falling around his face. Youâd hate to admit it, but he looked really nice.
âWell if it isnât the little princess.â he laughs, and you feel your fists clench at the old nickname. âDidnât think this was really your scene.â
âWell that would be a correct assumption, Munson.â you bite, bouncing back from the initial shock, âUnfortunately, it was the closest bar to my apartment, and I wasnât in the mood to drive across town.â
Your grumbling makes you feel like a petulant child with a grudge, but you canât help it. Eddie just always has getting on your nerves.
âI didnât know you worked here, or I would have made the sacrifice.â
Eddie smiles his big, toothy, infuriatingly smug smile, and shakes his head, âYou havenât changed one bit, huh princess?â
âDonât call me that.â you demand through gritted teeth, holding on to every ounce of restraint you have not to scream at him to just get you a drink.
He leans forward on the counter with a lopsided, goofy sort of expression, invading your space and ignoring your little outburst. âSo what brings you in here tonight, princess? Boy troubles?â he mocks with a pouty tone.
You glare daggers into his skull, and he knows heâs hit the nail on the head. âJust a beer will do.â
He gives a small salute before leaving to get you your drink of choice.
The rest of the night is spent drinking, wallowing, and actively avoiding any and all interactions with the familiar bartender. The minimal interaction you did have involved him pushing every button in sight, and you fighting to maintain an ounce of self control.
Any time your eyes made their way over to him, of their own volition, his eyes were already on you. He had this look, like he knew something you didnât, and it infuriated you. Oh how you hated him.
It had always been this way, ever since high school. He made it his mission to push you to your limit, and you always had to one up him somehow. It became almost like a game. You werenât surprised to see he hadnât changed after all this time. It was almost comforting in way, if you thought about it long enough.
As the night went on, the activity slowly started dying down, and the atmosphere got quieter. You were on your second beer of the night, trying to let the cold liquid take the edge off. Even still, you felt your fingers tap against the counter with anxiety.
How could he leave you to fend for yourself at the drop of a hat? After nine months? Did your relationship hold that little of value? How were you supposed to afford next quarterâs rent? Thereâs no way you could afford to live in your current apartment. You would have to move. How would you find somewhere decent to stay in such a short amount of time? You were screwed.
âHey sweetheart, weâre gettinâ ready to close up.â
You were pulled out of your thoughts, looking up to see the one person you wanted to see the least right now. His expression was soft. Softer than youâve ever seen it aimed in your direction. It made you want to dig your nails into his skin.
âYou alright?â
The question takes you aback, your brows furrow at the uncharacteristic behavior. âFine, thanks.â you mumble, taking another gulp of your drink.
He looks at you with what can only be described as sympathy, and you feel your chest tighten. âWanna step out for a smoke?â
You mull over the words for a moment. The answer should be so simple. You donât smoke. In fact, youâve never smoked once in your life. Why would you ever agree to smoke with him of all people?
But then his hand is outstretched across the bar for you to take a cigarette, and his eyes look so⌠kind? Youâve never thought of that word to describe him before. Maybe it was the alchohol, or maybe he put some sort of curse on you, because suddenly youâre taking the cigarette and following him out front.
You canât help but watch as his thumb flicks at the lighter, putting it up to your lips before bringing it to his own. You follow his lead inhaling the smoke, and then youâre instantly coughing and spluttering it back out of your lungs.
He laughs lightly as he cooly blows the smoke to the side to avoid getting it in your face. âI take it youâve never smoked before? If you wanted to talk to me, all you had to do was ask.â
âShut up, Munson.â you spit out, face heating up with embarrassment as you make another attempt, ignoring the burning in your throat.
Itâs silent for a while, before anyone decides to break it.
âSo,â he starts, âYou a big time writer now?â he asks, staring at the pavement.
He remembered you wanted to be a writer? You didnât even think he knew that about you. âEnglish teacher, actually. Hawkins High.â
He looks at you then, dropping the butt of his cigarette to the ground and crushing it under his boot. âYou stuck around that hell hole? No wonder youâve still got that stick up your ass.â
You scoff bitterly, âWell I guess some of us are more academically inclined than others.â you glare, âI actually enjoy my job, shocking as that may be to you.â
âI'm sure you do, sweetheart.â Eddie replies smugly, causing you to grit your teeth as he leans against the brick wall of the building. "Gettin' to boss people around all day must be a dream come true for you." The parking lot is almost completely empty at this point.
Of course his civility was just a calm before the storm. You mentally pinch yourself for your momentary lapse of judgement. âGod, you are such a-â
âComedian? Kind soul? Sight for sore eyes?â he offers dramatically, eyes twinkling at your grimace.
âI was going for obnoxious, conceited, prick.â You hiss, stomping out your cigarette, âand I do not have a stick up my ass!â you shout, turning on your heel to leave.
Eddie rushes to catch up to you, laughing boyishly in a way that makes you speed up. âAw come on, princess, donât be like that. I was just teasing.â
âI said not to call me that-â You whip around to face him, and suddenly youâre practically chest to chest, craning your neck to meet his eyes. Youâre so close you wonder if he can feel your heart racing behind your ribs.
Then heâs looking at you with that look. The one that makes your insides bubble over with fury. The one that makes you feel like he knows some sort of deep secret about you. It makes you want to slap him in his smug face. Yet, for some reason, you canât seem to look away from his gaze.
Finally, you pull yourself away, and march over to your car. Just as you open your door, you hear a retreating shout of, âNext drinkâs on me, princess!â and then youâre out of there faster than you can process your heaving chest and shaky hands.
After that, you somehow end up back in that same bar every Friday. Some sort of force, unbeknownst to you, seemed to draw you in like a magnet. As promised, the next drink was on him⌠and the next, and the next, no matter how many times you tried to refuse.
No matter how much you tried to talk yourself out of it, you always ended up sitting on the same stool, at the same time, with the same drink in your hand. Every week, without fail, you would leave the bar a fuming, heated mess with only one thing on your mind. Eddie fucking Munson.
This week in particular was different. You were absolutely swamped with assignments that needed to be graded, and you spent all of Thursday night and Friday working on getting them done.
It wasnât until you woke up the next morning that you noticed the hiccup in your routine, and for some reason it made you sad. It wasnât like you were obligated to go every weekend, but a part of you had grown to enjoy your Friday nights at the bar. Then some sick, twisted part of you wondered if he had noticed your absence, but you shoved the thought away as soon as it surfaced.
As the day went on, you convinced yourself it wouldnât hurt to just go tonight instead. After all it was a Saturday night, and you had already cleared your workload for the week, so itâs not like there was any real harm in it.
Alternatively, it was a Saturday night. Eddieâs band performed Saturday nights. You didnât want him to think you were there to see him, because you most certainly were not. You just didnât want to miss out on your weekly drink, thatâs all. Nothing more.
Still, it was a Saturday night. It would do you some good to look a little nicer, right?
You start to regret it the second you park your car. The shift in the air is blatantly obvious as you enter walk towards the crowded space. Men out front whistle at you as you walk to the door, and you can feel eyes practically digging into your skin as u head for your usual seat at the bar. Your leg bounces with nerves at the attention. You've never worn this dress before. Never had a reason to. You don't allow yourself to wonder why you chose to wear it tonight.
You ask the bartender for a long island iced tea, and catch yourself checking the small stage in the back of the room. You internally scold yourself and glue your eyes to your drink.
It isnât long before cheers are heard around the bar, pulling your attention up to see Corroded Coffin walking out on stage.
âHowâs everybody doing tonight?â Eddieâs voice booms out of the speakers, causing people to whoop and holler in reply. You feel your leg begin to bounce.
He continues talking to the small crowd while his band finishes setting up, and you canât stop yourself from ogling at him. You desperately want to pull your eyes away, to look at anything else, but you canât.
Heâs wearing an old band t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, showing off his arms, chest, and a sliver of his waist. Your eyes trail across the exposed skin, noticing he has quite a few new tattoos littering it, and your stomach twists. He has leather and chain bracelets decorating his wrists, curls falling wildly around his face, and you notice light bouncing off of his signature rings still adorning his fingers. You definitely donât remember him looking like this in high school.
As he moves around the stage itâs abundantly clear how confident he is up there. His stage presence is truly impressive, and his voice is really something. It's gotten deeper since the last time you heard it. You subconsciously wet your lips as you watch his fingers move around the neck of his guitar. Heâs come a long way since the last time you saw him perform. You canât help but smile as you watch him in his element.
Then the smile is wiped clean off of your face when he makes direct eye contact with you from across the bar. You freeze, feeling like you suddenly have shards of glass lodged in your throat. Has he known youâve been sitting here the whole time? If he saw you smiling you might have to run into oncoming traffic.
Then you notice what heâs singing.
âI'm on the prowl and I watch you closely I lie waiting for you I'm the wolf with the sheepskins clothing I lick my chops and you're tastin' goodâ
Your stomach flips and you can feel your whole body heating up. Something tells you he notices too, which makes it a million times worse. What the hell is wrong with you?
âI do whatever I want to do ya I'll nail your ass to the sheets A pelvic thrust and the sweat starts to sting ya I fuck like a beastâ
You shift in your seat, the eye contact becoming far too overwhelming. You opt to look down at your lap for the remainder of the song to prevent yourself from doing something embarrassing.
Soon enough the set is over, and the band starts breaking down their set up. Youâre so deep in your own thoughts by the end of it that you fail to notice the man approaching you, until his arms are caging you against the bar.
âWell hello there, pretty lady.â You gasp at the familiar voice speaking directly into your ear, feeling his shirt graze your back. âDidnât expect to see you here tonight.â He beams down at you, watching you huff and roll your eyes as you turn to face him. Your fingers wriggle with the efforts not to hit him.
âIt was an impulsive decision.â You mutter quietly, eyes briefly darting to his toned arm beside you before snapping back to his face, âI didnât come yesterday.â You concede, unsure of what else to say.
He smiles, seemingly amused. âI know. Your seat was empty all night.â he says lowly, face so close to yours that you can feel his breath against your lips. For a moment you think heâs going to kiss you, and then heâs pushing off of the counter to head back behind the bar and help clean up.
So he did notice. Did he miss you? Was he saving your seat, or is it just a coincidence?
You feel dizzy with a million questions. Why did you let him get so close? Why were you going to let him kiss you? Why does he look so good. Why do you care so much? You should have said something, anything.
You finish your drink in silence, watching Eddie as he flits around tidying up the place, and then the bar is closing. You feel your gut twist at the thought of going home, and you donât quite understand why, but you blame the alchohol.
As if he could hear your thoughts, Eddie jogs up to you as you grab your purse, arm outstretched and offering a cigarette. His hair falls prettily around his shoulders, and you only now notice that he takes much better care of his curls now than he did in high school.
âCare for a smoke?â
His charm must be cranked up to 100 tonight, because, once again, you agree with less hesitation than you would have liked.
You stand out front, Eddie waving goodnight to Garret as he heads to his car, and you watch as the last car whirs out of the lot. Then you are alone. Just you and Eddie. Your heart hammers in your chest.
âHowâd you like the show?â he asks, exhaling a puff of smoke in the process.
You handle the burn better this time, holding back a cough from erupting as you take a drag. âIt was⌠good.â You say hesitantly.
He quirks an eyebrow at you, âJust good? Wow, then we really need to get our shit together if we're gonna-â
âYou were amazing.â You blurt out, unsure of why you felt the need to boost his ego. You clear your throat before amending your statement, âIt⌠The show was amazing.â
Eddie hums in satisfaction, smile tugging at the corners of his lips around his cig. âYou know, you didnât have to dress all fancy for lil olâ me.â
You wore a tight, low-backed, black dress that hugged your curves perfectly, sheer black stockings, black boots, and some dainty silver jewelry. Nothing too crazy, but definitely much different from how you would normally dress. Admittedly, you felt a little self conscious.
âWell good thing I didnât dress fancy for you.â You huff, starting to feel a little silly for trying so hard to fit in. God, did he always have to be so cocky?
âI mean, Iâm not complaining.â He starts, pushing off the wall to step towards you. âYou look fucking incredible. Of course, you always look incredible.â
Smug bastard.
âThank you.â You feel yourself flushing at the words, immediately getting sick to your stomach at how much you care what Eddie Munson thinks about how you look. âGlad I got your seal of approval.â You quip sarcastically, desperately trying to pick a fight. Anything to stop you from feeling whatever it is that youâre feeling right now.
Why did he always find a way to get under your skin? No one else makes you feel as utterly frustrated as he does.
Heâs absolutely unbearable.
You force down another inhale of smoke as you watch Eddie slowly make his way closer to you. The way heâs looking at you makes your mouth go dry. You canât tell what heâs thinking and itâs driving you up the wall.
âYou know, you donât always have to be such a brat.â He exhales casually, pausing in front of you. Your heart stops. âIt wouldnât kill you to be nice to me every once in a while.â
âIt might.â You rasp out curtly, just now realizing how out of breath you suddenly feel.
He laughs, and the sound makes your insides flip.
âYou have such a big fat crush on me, donât you sweetheart?â He smiles down at you wolfishly, and it almost makes you shrink under his stare. You suddenly are acutely aware of your surroundings.
You scoff and cross your arms defensively, âI most certainly do not have a crush on you, Munson.â You spit out venomously. How dare he even suggest such a thing? It couldnât be farther from the truth. You loathe him.
âOh yeah?â he challenges, taking a stride closer to you, making you step backwards.
âThink I donât notice how you stare at me? How you sit up a little straighter when you see me?â
Your back hits the wall.
âYou arenât subtle, princess.â
You feel like a fucking deer in headlights.
âStaring and glaring are two very different things.â You pant, desperately searching for oxygen. Anger burns in your throat at his absolute audacity, and your skin feels like it's buzzing.
âIs that so?â
You can feel his chest press into you as the brick digs into your shoulders. He takes a long inhale of smoke, and your head is screaming at you to push him off of you and curse him the whole way home, but you canât bring yourself to move.
It feels like everything is moving in slow motion as he grabs your chin, and then, unexpectedly, heâs pulling your jaw down to part your lips. All you can do is stare at him and his cocky fucking smile at your compliance. You feel like youâre in a trance.
Before you can even think, his lips are pressed against yours and pushing smoke past your lips. You gasp at the contact, effectively inhaling the smoke and sighing against his lips. Your brain short circuits and goes completely numb. His lips feel like the cure to a disease you've been plagued with for years.
For a moment, you almost forget who youâre with, until he pulls back to look at you.
âWell if you hate me so much, then why are you squeezing your thighs together?â
You immediately rip your legs apart, not even realizing what you were doing until it was too late. You can feel steam pouring out of your ears at this point.
âYouâre insufferable.â
âYou love it.â
Heâs right. For some reason, you do love it. Something about him makes you crave more, and youâre starting to believe he may be an incubus. Itâs making you go insane.
So you finally wave the white flag.
âJust shut up and kiss me, Munson.â
So he does. Again, and again, and again, until somehow you end up back at Eddieâs trailer with your wrists handcuffed to his bed frame and your clothes thrown around his room.
Hard rock music plays faintly in the distance, and the room smells vaguely of incense and weed. You feel like you've been transported to an alternate dimension.
His lips feel like theyâre everywhere. Your mouth, your jaw, your neck, and then heâs leaving sweet little kisses on your tits, making you whine and arch your back towards him.
âGotta teach you how to let loose, yeah?â
He gently tugs on one of your nipples and you gasp, and Eddie canât help but laugh as he kisses his way further down your body.
âYouâre fucking adorable when youâre not being a pain in the ass, you know that?â
You groan as he spreads your legs open, kissing and biting at your thighs. âShut up, Eddie.â
âOh Iâm Eddie now?â
Your hips buck up in frustration, glaring down at him with a scowl. It feels like heâs been teasing you for forever. âEddieâ you whine out, âStop teasing.â
He slowly starts kissing closer to where you need him most, but not quite close enough. âYou donât think you deserve it? Why do you think your wrists are locked up then, sweetheart?â
You wiggle and writhe beneath him, but donât answer. Eddie moves his face closer to your cunt, and you finally think youâre going to get what you want, and then he blows on your clit. You whimper and clench around nothing, flinching away from him. It's absolutely pathetic, getting so worked up when heâs barely even done anything yet.
âI asked you a question.â Eddie tries again, rubbing soothing circles into the back of your thigh while he waits for a response.
âMy wristâs are locked up becauseâŚâ You take a deep sigh and force yourself to just spit it out so that heâll touch you already. âbecause I was being a brat." you grumble. Heâs lucky your wrists are locked up right now, you think.
Eddie kisses your thigh in approval, âThatâs right, and bratty girls donât get to call the shots. Right?â
You huff and pull against your restraints once more, before ultimately complying. âRight.â
You figure it wonât do you any good to act out, especially given your current position.
âThere you go, that wasnât so hard was it?â Eddie grins up at you, before finally leaving a gentle kiss right on your clit.
You throw your head back into the pillows, immediately feeling relief at the small touch. He then runs his tongue up your slit, swirling it nice and slow around your little button, making you sigh and melt into the bed. His curls tickle your thighs where he works diligently.
It quickly becomes apparent that he knows exactly what heâs doing, and that makes you wonder how many other women have been in this exact same position. The thought makes you dig your nails into your palms, but the itâs is quickly forgotten when you feel him slide a finger into you.
"See?" He starts, words muffled by your folds, "Just needed someone to put you in your place, huh? To take the reigns?"
You flutter around him, and every fiber of your being wants to say something snippy in response, but all you get out is a blissed out sigh. He hums happily.
His fingers are much thicker than your own, calloused from his years of playing guitar. Looking down you notice he took all his rings off and set them next to you on the bed. He never takes his rings off, ever, you remember that. For some reason the simple act makes your heart leap out of your chest.
He pulls his face back from your slick for a moment just to watch the way you suck in his finger, and he moans at the sight of you. The sound makes your brain feel like static. âFuck, baby, you needed it bad, huh? Youâre fucking dripping all over my sheets and I've barley started.â
All you can do is nod your head and hum in response, and your jaw drops open with a soft moan as he slides in a second finger with ease.
âHow long have you been wanting me like this, sweetheart? Be honest.â He asks, never faltering in his pace.
You whine at the question, embarrassment flooding your features as you turn your face to hide it in his pillow. He quickly kisses up your body, gently turning your head back to look at him. âYou can tell me. No need to be embarrassed.â
You take one good look at his face, and you know that he already knows. Heâs giving you that look. He just wants to hear you say it.
âMm⌠Since-â you hesitate to finish your sentence, and then a particularly hard thrust of his fingers does it for you. âSince fucking high school! Christ, Eddie-â
A groan erupts from the back of his throat as he kisses you hard, licking and biting at your bottom lip, and then suddenly his mouth is back on your clit and you feel like youâre floating. He picks up the pace, eating you out like a man starved, flicking his tongue in time with the thrusts of his fingers.
You feel your hips start to move against him, and he groans into your pussy making you cry out. âYeah, thatâs it.â He mumbles against your core, âRide my face, honey.â
You canât control the plethora of sounds that escape you, and your body seems to have a mind of its own. You writhe on the bed as Eddie devours you, holding your thighs over his shoulders. He searches for your sweet spot with every thrust of his fingers, and he knows heâs found it when your eyebrows pinch up, a high pitched whine reverberating throughout his bedroom.
You can feel him smile against your cunt, continuing his assault against that spot that makes you see stars. He never stops looking up at you to watch your face contort with pleasure. His already dark eyes are now fully eclipsed with lust and need.
âOh my god-â you gasp out, heaving for air as your legs begin to shake around his head.
He can tell youâre close from the way youâre squeezing his fingers and writhing under him. He doesnât speed up or change his pace, he keeps doing exactly what heâs doing, moving the flat of his tongue back and forth against your clit and curling his fingers up into you just right.
âEddie, mm⌠iâm so close-â
The second the words leave your lips, he pulls off of you. His mouth and fingers are completely gone in an instant, and you feel like youâre about to cry.
âWhat the fuck?!â You shout at him, voice weak with tears threatening to spill, âWhy did you stop?â
Eddie grins from ear to ear, lips and chin glistening with your slick, âWe talked about this, remember?â he says cockily, leaning down to lick a bead of sweat from your chest, âBrats donât get to call the shots. Youâll take what I give you, wonât you sweetheart?â
You grumble and kick your legs out in frustration, but he kisses you to make it better. You slowly let him melt you back into putty in his hands, tasting yourself on his tongue. He presses his knee directly against your puffy cunt, groaning at your wetness against his skin as you sigh into his lips. You go to move your hips against him but he quickly stops you, moving his hand up instead to push down his boxers, his dick already hard and aching to feel you.
âPromise Iâll make you feel so good, just gotta be good for me first alright?â
You nod your head frantically, completely and utterly at his mercy. He looks like sex personified, and you just want to feel him. âPlease, Eddie-â
He smiles sweetly at you, kissing your cheek as he slides the tip of his cock through your folds. âAwh, look at you and your manners.â he taunts, but this time you can't seem to care. In fact, you realize, you kind of like it.
You like hearing his voice.
You like it when heâs mean.
He pushes just the tip against your dripping hole, and youâre practically sobbing. âHow can I say no when you asked so politely?â and then heâs sliding all the way into you, and youâre already a wreck.
âHoly shit- you feel so fucking goodâ he groans and huffs as he starts to slowly pump in and out of you, making sure you feel every drag of his cock inside you.
Youâre already panting, stretching your hands against the cool metal to try and grasp for anything that can ground you, but you come up empty. Heâs so much bigger than you expected him to be, and the stretch is practically making you drool.
âEddie, fucking- godâ
âThatâs it, keep screaming my name just like that baby.â He encourages, kissing and biting at your collar bone, sure to leave marks, âYou sound so goddamn pretty when you say my name.â
Eddie adjusts your position, pulling your leg over his hip and pushing it against your chest. The new angle has your back arching off the bed, a whimpering mess as you claw at the handcuffs.
Eddie leans his head to rest in the crook of your neck, panting and whining into your ear. âShit, princess-â
Your cunt squeezes him at the nickname, and the moan that slips past your lips is guttural. âOh, fuck-â He clamps his eye shut with a deep groan, gripping your thigh so hard itâs sure to leave little bruises.
Thatâs the first time heâs used that nickname since you started, and he knows it. He did it on purpose.
He lifts his head to look at your blissed out face, a goofy, lopsided, fucked out grin on his lips. âI knew it.â he gloats, thrusts getting harder, âLook at me.â
You muster up the energy to flutter your eyes open and look at him. The pretty smile on his face makes your legs shake.
âYou like it when I call you that,â he beamed, âThatâs why you hated when I used that name for you in public, huh. Causeâ it made you fuckinâ soak your panties?â he laughed meanly, watching tears fill your waterline. He leans down to brush his lips against yours, voice lowering into something sweeter. âIsnât that right, princess?â
Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you practically scream. He looked so pretty, and he felt so good, and you wanted him closer. It was all too much, you needed to hold something, anything. You needed to pull yourself back down to reality.
âEds- Eddie, please can I touch you?â your fingers twitch where theyâre held above your head, âWanna feel you- please, iâve been so good-â
Eddie whines at your sweet pleas, but maintains composure. He wanted to stick to the plan.
âOh, honey, noâ he pouts out at you mockingly, watching the way you strain for anything to grasp and his dick twitches inside you, âNo, you gotta give me one first. Can you do that for me, baby?â
Too fucked out to formulate a simple response, you simply sob and nod your head. Your hips start to rock up into his thrusts, but Eddie grabs your hips with one hand and pushes them back down into the sheets. You feel like a live wire.
Then he brings his thumb down to your clit, gently rubbing circles on it, and your eyes clamp shut. He kisses your open mouth and you try your best to kiss him back, but heâs moaning into your mouth, and heâs touching you, and fucking you, and Eddie Munson is fucking you, and itâs all so good that you just canât.
âEddie, iâm gonna-â you babble, almost incoherent, feeling the knot getting tighter and tighter, âPlease please please donât stop!â
He puts more pressure on your clit and leaves sweet little kisses on your neck, âIâm not got stop, itâs okay.â
Youâre so close you feel like youâre about to explode.
âYou can cum for me, princessâ
Thatâs all you needed to see stars, black clouding your vision as he rides out your high, not once stopping or slowing down his pace. You can vaguely hear him talking you down, but nothing registers past your ears ringing.
Then your wrists are released and heâs flipping you over so that youâre on top, straddling him, and your hands and lips are all over him in an instant. In this position he hits your g-spot perfectly, and you canât help but sob against his chest at the overstimulation.
âJust one more for me, I promise.â he soothes, gently rubbing your hip as his guides your hips back and forth on his cock, making you both cry out. You start to set your own pace riding him, leaning back against his legs to give you the perfect angle.
âYouâre so perfect.â He mutters, breathlessly, âMy pretty girl- fuck.â
Eddie was now moaning and whining louder and more freely than before, you can tell heâs getting close now too, and youâre already reaching your second climax of the night.
âWanted you for so long,â Eddie admits, gripping your hip tighter, âcanât believe this is real.â
You whine at the confession, leaning forward to press your lips to the shell of his ear. You make sure to let your pretty noises and praises flow freely, just for him. Your fingers gently brush hairs from his forehead before scratching your way down his chest.
âYou fuck me so well, Edsâ
âOh my god- you feel so goodâ
âPlease, Eddie, I wanna feel you cumâ
Heâs an absolute mess, wrapping both hands around your hips and bending his knees up so that he can fuck you down onto him. âWanna cum with you sweetheart. Want you to give me another one.â He rambles against your chest, and your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving little red marks behind.
âIâm so close, honey, câmon. You can give it to me."
You bite and claw at his skin, so close to tipping over the edge.
"Soak me.â
You collapse forward as tears of overstimulation fall onto his inked skin, and he sinks his teeth into your shoulder to ground himself while he paints your walls white. You ride out your highs, clutching each other like a lifeline. When youâre both back on planet earth, he cleans you up nice an gentle, and whispers pretty little praises into your skin as you fall asleep with your limbs intertwined.
âKnew you had a crush on me, princess.â
Letâs just say you no longer have to go apartment hunting!
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Kang Haerin x Fem Reader
[ Synopsis ]
Frogs. Frogs. Frogs. Everywhere in Kang Haerin's gym bag. You find it cute, and you can't help but point it out to the girl.
Fluff
[ Word Count ]
3.3k yes, it's surprisingly long. I'm surprised as well.
[ a/n ]
Mainly focused on Readers point of veiw! This is based on one of my friends when I pointed out how cute their duck key chain was and she started yapping at rapid speed about it lol Everyone knows how Haerin's fond of frogs so /á ・ę・á\
If you have cute keychains, dis for u bae <3
"Do I really have to go?" I protest with a slight whine as I look at the Aussie girl standing with her arms holding a firm grip on her waist as she huffs. "Yes Y/n, you have to be there" I groaned a bit, sighing in defeat, knowing there was not much I could do to change her mind. "But Hanni, I'll be all alone there" I crossed my arms, sighing again for the millionth time of the day. "I don't wanna awkwardly watch you guys like some loner- no offense to the people out there but- oh you get what I mean!" Hanni rolls her eyes off with a chuckle. "You'll be fine. Danielle will be there. With the others too!" Sighing again, pinching my nose as I grumble out. "Yeah, Dani will be there but for cheer practice! And the others as well"
I felt a pair of hands grabbing my shoulder and the next thing I knew, I was shaking. "C'mon Y/n, you're rarely free after school because of stuco duties... It's a miracle the meeting got canceled today!" Hanni stops shaking me as she lets go of my shoulders. "You have to come see me play for once" "But I always watch you play-" "Not when I'm practicing" She cut me off and looked at the clock hanging on the wall of the classroom. "Shoot, if I get late this time, Ryujin will definitely kill me" Hurriedly packing her things as she took her gym bag, Hanni looked back at me once more before leaving. "And I'll be killing you if I don't see your ass there Y/n. Bye!" I was about to say something but Hanni was already sprinting her way to the gym, saving her life from the basketball captain who hates people getting late for practice.
It was an unusual day today since, for first starters, Minji apparently, had a fever last night so she couldn't come to attend school today. And since the student council couldn't do a meeting without the school president, it had to be canceled. Hanni's off to basketball practice like always. Danielle has cheer practice on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays and that happens to be today. Hyein's grounded for some reason, so she has to go home straight or she'll be grounded long enough till her graduation. So that means I'm alone for today and now I have to watch Hanni's practice or else I'll be buried 6 feet underground. I opened my bag and stuffed the notes and textbooks I needed and once I was finished, I started walking my way to the gym.Â
The last time I came to the gym was last season's game so it had been a while since. I quietly walked at the sides, glancing at the basketball team from time to time, where they were fully focused on their practice while finding a good spot to sit and watch in silence. My attention snapped when I heard a familiar cheerful voice call out my name. "Y/n!! You came!!" Danielle came rushing from the opposite direction, already opening her arms for a big hug like she always does with any friend she meets. And at her back following the cheery girl, was the cheer captain herself, waving her hand at me gracefully like always as she smiled with her usual soft gaze. "Hey Dani, hey Wonnie" I outed a chuckle as I felt Danielle's warm embrace along with a giggle. "Hey Y/n, isn't it pretty unusual that you're here? Aren't you busy with stuco?" Wonyoung had hugged me as well after Danielle pulled out, scooting to the side. "Yeah, you're usually really busy... What's the occasion??" The other Aussie girl had also asked me with a slightly confused tone.Â
"Stuco can't do a meeting without Kim Minji so it got cancelled today" Danielle and Wonyoung both nod their heads understanding the situation with their mouths shaped like the letter O. "Minji did tell me she got a fever... I hope she's doing okay right now..." Danielle says in a worried state, Wonyoung gently rubbing the Aussie's back reassuring her. "She'll be fine in no time Danielle" I nod, agreeing with Wonyoung as I smile at Danielle. "Yeah, she'll give us a text when she's all better for sure" Wonyoung opened her phone, looking at the time on her screen as she looked at Danielle again. "Break's ending soon, we have to go back to practice" Danielle nodded and looked at me with her usual bright smile. "Well, that's our cue, Y/n... We'll see you soon?" I returned the smile at both girls. "Mhm, I'll see you guys soon... Good luck with practice!"
After I bid my goodbyes to the girls and parted ways, I looked down at the benches and saw some towels and water bottles scattered all over. That must be where they take their breaks. I walked down, one step higher than the bench, and sat there to watch them play. A few minutes had passed and the timer rang, signing that it was time for their break. The basketball team slowly walked their way to the bench, casually greeting me before taking a sip of water from their water bottles. I soon spotted Hanni hurrying her way to me with a smile. "You're actually here!" I rolled my eyes with a chuckle at her statement. "Of course, I'd be here. I don't wanna die yet" Hanni comes up my way and jokingly punches my shoulder with a scoff. She drinks water for a while before turning her attention to me. "Thanks for coming tho. I'm glad I get to see you off from being busy once in a while" I couldn't help but get soft at her words.
I really loved these tiny moments where Hanni would word it out how she cared deeply for her friends. I know she cares a lot more than anyone could ever imagine but the girl rarely puts it to words, making these moments extra special for me. "I should thank Minji for it" I expressed an unbelief-shocking face as it was my turn to punch the girl's shoulder. "Stop assaulting the poor sick girl, Hanni!" After chuckling out an apology, the Aussie girl went back to practice with the others as well, leaving me alone again to watch them in silence at the sides.
I was dazing off for a while after watching the basketball game for some time when I felt a presence coming this way. I shifted my gaze to see the girl with the familiar basketball jersey, her gym bag slinging from her shoulder as she quietly walked her way to the benches. Kang Haerin. She's one of Danielle's close friends, beside us Hanni, Minji, and Hyein. But, I never got to get close to her since every time I see her with Danielle and I interact with the Aussie girl, she suddenly disappears like thin air without Dani and I noticing. She's usually quiet and never talks unless you're close to her. And that one valid person is Danielle Marsh and Danielle Marsh only. She noticed me and we locked gaze for a moment before she shifted hers away, sitting on the bench as she plopped her gym bag on the side as well.Â
My eyes noticed a certain thing on her gym bag. Well, it was hard not to actually. Frogs. Frogs. Frogs. Some were patched on the side, and some were hanging from the strap. But they were all frogs. I locked my gaze at two crocheted frog keychains that somehow looked like it was looking my way. Does Kang Haerin like frogs? No- it looks more like she loves frogs. In all of the animals she could like, it's frogs? Kang Haerin loves frogs?Â
I couldn't stop myself from chuckling at this newly known fact of the girl. Kang Haerin loves frogs. How cute is that??? The girl had heard me apparently, as she turned to her shoulders, our eyes meeting again doing so. She stared at me for seconds with her big black cat eyes, probably confused, even tho she didn't look like it at all, on why I was suddenly laughing out of nowhere without anyone near me to cause it, laughing like that which totally does not sound like a creep at all. Before I left a weird impression on the girl, I slowly pointed out the crocheted frogs hanging from her gym bag. "Those little ones are cute... Do you like frogs?" I felt like I saw the girl's eyes widen a bit but then she looked down at her gym bag, to where I was pointing, and looked back at me. After some seconds, Haerin slowly nodded at me, parting her lips to say something. "They're supposed to be species called Banded Bullfrogs"Â
I was surprised that she'd talk to me in the first place, but she was kind enough to tell me what species the crocheted pair was. Banded Bullfrogs. "Aren't those the ones native to southeast Asia?" I blurted out of curiosity as I was thinking about it. I'm sure I heard our biology teacher talk about it once in class. I don't remember when but I'm pretty sure... I looked back at Haerin and jolted a bit as she was now staring at me intensely. Did I say something wrong? Was my frog facts wrong? I remembered it wrong...!? I felt myself panicking inside more as I saw the girl's lips parting again, scared that she might scold me for getting the wrong facts about her beloved frogs. But instead, I was met with a light gentle tone.Â
"Yeah, they are native to southeast Asia..." Relief washed all over my body as I quietly let out a breath I didn't know I was holding until now. But I couldn't help jolting again as I heard her speak up. "It's common in India and Nepal as well. It walks and digs compared to other frogs which jump mostly. They bury themselves in the dirt until it rains so they can avoid getting dry and also avoid getting eaten. Did you know, they eat small insects like ants but they can also eat beetles too? Not in the wild tho, it's kinda difficult for them to eat big things in the wild. And when they get threatened by predators like snakes, their body inflates larger than their actual size to scare them off. That's why they're called fat frogs as well" She took a quick breath before staring at me again, probably a signal that she finished what she wanted to say. I never heard Haerin speak this much before, especially when I'm not as close as she is with Danielle. I slowly nod at the facts she just rambled at me right now while shifting my gaze at the two frogs.Â
"But, aren't they supposed to be more... brown?" I tilted my head slightly as I stared at the green-colored frog's eyes, somewhat staring back at me. I heard a soft sigh escaping from Haerins and fixed my gaze back on her. "Well, my mom doesn't know about frogs that much so she probably thought every frog was colored green. And I couldn't say no to using the yarn she bought for me to crochet these so..." I hummed in response as I nodded again, understanding the little frog crisis she had. The timer rang again and Shin Ryujin walked to Haerin's way while she was steadying her breaths from running around court. "Kang, you're up next..." The basketball captain says breathlessly as she puts her hands on her waist, catching her breath more properly. Haerin looked back at me for a while lastly, before standing up and walking her way to the other members.Â
Sometime after, the practice had finally come to an end. Everyone started packing their gym bags and some were already heading out to go home. I stood up from my seat, about to leave the place and wait for Hanni by the school gates instead, when I felt a familiar pair of eyes gazing at me intensely, again. I glanced at the side to see Haerin staring at my soul for who knows how long and how many times now. "Are you coming again tomorrow?" The girl asked with her usual big black cat eyes piercing on me. I didn't get the question quite well, looking at her with a confused expression. "To practice. Are you here tomorrow too?" "Ahhh... No, I don't think so..." I mumbled as I pondered about tomorrow. The stuco meeting can't be postponed any longer so I think I'll be back with my duties again starting from tomorrow. "I have student council duties after school tomorrow, I think" Haerin slowly nodded, finally averting her gaze down as she did so. "I'm ready! Let's go I'm starving already..." Hanni whined with a sigh as she walked her way to me with her gym bag slung on her shoulder. "Haerin-ah!! Are you finished?" Danielle came from the other way, calling Haerin like always for them to go home as well. I locked eyes with Haerin one more time before giving her a small smile and I started heading out towards the exit with Hanni following from the back. "Since when were you close with Kang Haerin??" "Since we talked about frogs" "Huh???"Â
Minji's recovery speed was rapid. She came to school the next day like she wasn't piping hot the day before. The stuco meeting was held, and after 2 long hours of duties and other work, I finally got to leave the school building. I was walking my way to the gates when I saw someone standing by, seeming to be waiting for someone. The rest had almost already gone home at this time so it's kind of unexpected for someone to wait till this hour. But then my eyes went wide, noticing who this person was, standing by the gates. "Haerin?" She noticed me and looked up from gazing down at her feet. "Who are you waiting for this hour? Almost everyone's home..." She looked at me for a while, blinking a couple of times before she spoke up. "You. I was waiting for you" "Huh? Me? Didn't basketball practice finish like an hour ago??" She slowly nodded to what I just said. "You waited for me for an entire hour?? Why? Did you need anything...?" After a few seconds of silence, she finally took something out of her bag. It was one of the crocheted frogs from yesterday. She silently handed it out to me with a nonchalant expression. "You're... giving this to me?" She silently nods again. "But isn't this important to you? You worked hard for it..." "And I want you to have it"Â
I gently took the little frog from her hand and looked down at it. It was neatly crocheted with big black eyes and cute pink-tinted cheeks. A big smile was plastered on my face as I looked up at Haerin, flashing her my big smile with gratitude. "Thanks Haerin... I appreciate it..." The girl didn't utter a word and just stared at me, like usual. "But you didn't have to wait an hour for me... I feel kinda bad" Haerin shook her head to the side this time. "I chose to wait on my own. And I didn't have your number anyways" I quickly took out my phone from the pocket of my jacket and opened my contacts, handing it out to Haerin after. "If you don't mind typing yours here, I can text you later" The girl's eyes shifted on my phone and after a while, she gently took it from my hands and started typing. A few seconds later, she handed me back my phone, and I smiled back at her with a 'thank you. "So, which way do you go home?" Haerin pointed out the way and I smiled widely at her for the second time of the day. "We go the same way! Let's walk home together then"Â
Haerin taught me a whole lot about frogs and how she had grown to like them. Back when she was in grade school, her friend suddenly blurted out that Haerin looked like a frog character and ever since then, she'd become a big frog lover. After we parted ways, I got home and texted Haerin. Even in texts, she would casually bring up frog facts, changing subjects from here to there in seconds. It was fun to see how the girl who was usually quiet, just piercing her gaze at people, would change into this mini biologist, teaching you that frogs aren't so good with catching prey who don't move much. Knowing her love for the cute small animal, I had an idea in mind.Â
I rushed my way to the gym, panting as I looked around for one particular girl. "Oh Y/n, what are you doing here...? Aren't you supposed to be with Minji?" I looked at my side to see Wonyoung coming down towards me as she drank some from her water bottle. "I kinda ran away and now I have a span 10 minutes before she notices and gets full president mode on me..." I breathlessly say so, gaining a small chuckle from the cheer captain, crossing her arms as we speak. "So, why's the secretary of the student council running away from duties? This isn't like you Y/n..." Wonyoung chuckles again, looking at me with full of curiosity in her eyes. "I'm here for Haerin. Kang Haerin, have you seen her?" She looked around and pointed to the sides where one familiar girl was standing, finding something from her gym bag. "Thanks Wonnie! You're a lifesaver!" I quickly say so as I rushed my way to Haerin.Â
"Haerin!!" I called her name out and saw her jolt a bit before looking back at me. "Y/n...?" "Hey, hi, sorry for interrupting whatever you're doing... It's just I don't have much time and Minji would kill me if she knew I neglected stucco duties-" I say all in one go and take some breaths before I'd officially pass out. Haerin didn't utter a word and just stood there, probably waiting for me to get to the point. I huffed one more time before I fixed my gaze back to the girl. "I wanted to give this to you..." I say so as I pull it out from my pocket. It was a small crocheted frog, much smaller than the one Haerin gave me. But this was in color brown. Like the Banded Bullfrogs. "It's small, and I figured out I'm bad at crocheting in a hard way so it's a lot messy but..." I chuckled softly at Haerin as I took her hand and placed it in her palms. "I got the color right... Now you actually have a Banded Bullfrog!" I was getting more nervous as seconds passed and she still hadn't uttered a thing, just staring at the small brown frog in her hands.
But it all faded away, replacing a warm feeling on my chest, when I saw her smiling. For the first time since we've talked and became close. Kang Haerin had smiled. Over my crappy frog crochet. What's happening? "Thanks, Y/n... it's adorable" She said with full affection as she gawked the frog with a big smile plastered on her face. "You're... welcome..." My heart was a beating mess, if she wasn't so focused on the frog, I know she'd be able to hear it. The timer rang and the basketball captain had called out Haerin to come. She looked back at me with a smile smaller than earlier as she quickly blurted out words before going her member's way. "I'll take good care of it, I promise"Â
I silently watch her jog off to Ryujin, hearing my heartbeat still pounding loudly, knowing someone would definitely hear if they were close. I took deep breaths as I averted my gaze, landing on the green crocheted frog hanging on Haerin's gym bag which Haerin and I were matching. It's probably just me but, it felt like the frog was looking at me with a knowing expression. It's a damn crocheted frog.Â
"Don't look at me like that"Â
no, i didn't spend an hour googling about frogs. what are u talking about?
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Isekai'd Chronicles 0
Intro: The prologue to your reincarnation adventures~
Warnings: otome games, bad writing, awful grammar, reader has a sister, proofread by quillbot, lots of mentions of death
A/N: The reader is kept as gender neutral as my brain could possibly allow. Also, I have different endings planned per route, and maybe (very small maybe because I'm not too comfortable with it) a couple of harem-ish routes. Anyways, enjoy.
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You didn't like otome games, and certainly not harem ones. When your younger sister had begged, pleaded, and cried for you to join her in this weird, "innovative" two-player otome game, you had half a mind to just lock yourself in your room and ignore her. But you don't. Because some god probably has it out for you, divine intervention leads to your agreement, and the better half of Friday night and early Saturday morning is spent flirting with beautiful men on the 32-inch television screen in the living room. Summer vacation means neither of you get grounded for doing so, but there was certainly a healthy scolding waiting for you both come Saturday afternoon.
Fortunately for you unfortunately, the scolding never comes. As it is in every cheesy harem isekai manga, the next time you open your eyes, you're already in another world. Hooray! The same game that you and your sister spent hours on is now your reality. When you look into the mirror, you're even more surprised to find that staring back at you is a cute little bun with clear skin, gorgeous eyes, and beautifully silky hair. Aren't you happy you're super adorable now? Except, this is the face of the villain. That bratty, desperate, and pathetic duke's heir who was an obstacle in all 14 routes and the three different harem endings. It's okay. It's fine. If you never fall in love with the male leads, then you'll be safe!
Safe from falling to your death, getting poisoned, turned to sand, stabbed, drowned, sunk to the bottom of the ocean in a rickety little box, beaten to death, beheaded, hypnotized and made to kill yourself against your will, cursed to melt into toxic sludge, getting an arrow shot through your heart, burned alive, getting hanged in front of thousands of people, or being mauled to death by animalsâŚ
Make sure not to fall in love, okay?
The villain's endingsânone of them end with you staying alive. So you steel yourself and look at the pudgy cutie pie in the mirror with renewed resolve. You'll live to the end! You'll study hard! You won't fall in love with any of the love interests! Ever! In any case, you are human, and most of the love interests are of other races from other lands, meaning you won't even be seeing their shadows for several years. Right now, you estimate that you should be about 3 or 4. The game starts when you and the main characters are 16 years old in the super-unexpected and never-been-done-before magic academy setting. You have at least a decade to shape yourself up and grind to an OP level; that way, if you still find yourself hunted by hot men, you can at least defend yourself. Hopefully. As a human duke's heir, however, there are two male leads you know from the start. They're also pudgy little cuties right now (all the love interests are at this point in time), but they're dangerous. Because you could fall in love, which is a big no-no. But since you were a teenager in your previous life, you wouldn't fall in love with 5-year-olds. Automatically, they're struck from your mind as "love interests." Still, you can't let the danger be on its own, so you decide to tell your parents that you no longer have any interest in your weekend tea parties at the palace (that the little villain had begged for). You can avoid them easily, and so you will. As a three-year-old, there's not much you can do for now, but one thing you can do is get a tutor to teach you the ins and outs of the universal language (convenient otome game logic). You busy yourself with studying the alphabetical and numerical systems and make a staunch decision to be a good duke's heir and, in time, a good duke ruling over the dukedom.
Fate decides to tear your plans apart little by little, pop the pieces into a blender and add some water to turn it into a paper-flavored smoothie.
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