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slut4thebroken · 10 months

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The Lesson

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Pairing | Dark!Jason Todd x innocent Batgirl!reader

Summary | Jason teaches you a different way you can make him feel good.

Warnings | Sexual content, 18+, emotional manipulation, coercion, consent through coercion, corruption kink, face fucking, deep throating, crying, no female orgasms, lowkey misogynistic!Jason lol, adopted siblings, but like... he doesn't think of her that way and neither does she.

Words | 2k

Notes | He’s so strong I want him to crush my skull with his bare hands-

Ao3 link | <3

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“Right on time, pretty girl.” You flushed at the pet name as you limped into his room. Bruce had questioned you about why you couldn’t go on patrol tonight, but you told him it was just because you pulled something when you stretched a little too hard. It felt wrong lying to him, but it was better than the truth. When you neared the bed, he moved the covers and maneuvered you to lay completely flush to his body on top of him.

“How’s my favorite girl?” His smile gave you butterflies.

“Sore.” You muttered, looking away from him.

“I can tell.” He chuckled, then once he saw your frown, added, “I’m sorry sweetheart. I’ll try to go easier on you from now on.”

“Thank you, Jay.” You said quietly, giving him a small smile.

“Since you’re still sore, how about we do something else tonight?” You all but sighed in relief from his words. “You ever sucked cock before?” You choked on your spit and stared at him, eyes wide in shock.

“N-no.” You stammered, feeling yourself grow nervous.

“I’ll teach you. I’m sure you’ll be a natural at it, princess.” He smirked, making you blush all the way down to your chest. He moved you down to lay between his legs, then removed his already hard cock from his briefs. “Go ahead, baby. Touch it.” You tentatively reached for it, making him chuckle. “It’s not gonna bite you, just grab it.” Instead of giving you a chance to obey, he grabbed your hand and wrapped it around his cock. He didn’t let go and instead started moving your hand up and down his length.

“Good girl. Just like that.” He said, releasing you to let you continue on your own. It was weird, but you liked watching his reactions— the way his breath would hitch or he’d let a quiet moan escape made you squeeze your thighs together. “Lick the precum.”

“What?” You asked, brows furrowed.

“You don’t know what precum is?” You felt your cheeks heat up and you shook your head, embarrassed. “See that on the tip?” You looked down at his length, finding a bead of clear liquid on top.

“That’s… precum?” The word felt a little silly when you said it outloud.

“Yeah. Go ahead and lick it, tell me how it tastes.” You tentatively leaned down with your tongue out, letting it swipe over the tip just like he said.

“It’s a little salty?”

“Yeah?” You nodded. “Do you like it?”

“I- I don’t know. I think so?” You didn’t. But you didn’t want to make him feel bad.

“Good. Hold it at the base now and lick up from the bottom.” He instructed, hand tangling in your hair. You did as he said, sticking your tongue out and dragging it all the way up his length. “Now close your lips around the tip. Good girl- use your tongue.” You flicked your tongue over him, trying not to cringe when you got another taste of the precum.

“Now hollow your cheeks and go a little deeper- that’s it.” You sucked in your cheeks and moved down, looking up at him through your lashes for approval, making him let out a choked moan. “Fuck- good girl. Up and down.” He started lightly guiding your head and when he suddenly pushed down a little harder until he hit the back of your mouth, you gagged and pulled off, feeling tears already start to build.

“You gotta control your gag reflex, okay? Otherwise you won’t make me feel good.” He warned, making you frown.

“I- I’m sorry. I’ll try.” You said quietly, moving back down on his cock. He continued guiding you and when his cock brushed the back of your mouth again, you were a little more prepared this time, only gagging a little.

“Good girl, keep that up.” He said through a moan and you could feel that familiar tingle between your legs. He continued moving your head up and down his length, each time brushing the back of your throat, but even then he was still barely half way inside.

“I’m gonna speed up a little okay?” All you could go to respond was look up at him. He started moving your head faster now, adding his other hand to your head to have even more control. When he brushed your throat, making you gag, his grip on your hair tightened and he shushed you gently. “You’re okay. You can take it.” He cooed, groaning when you let out a muffled whimper. He finally let out pull off and you coughed and sputtered, looking up at him, eyes blurry with unshed tears.

“Oh fuck.” He moaned, moving a hand to cup your cheek. “Holding up okay?” He asked, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip, shiny with spit. You whined and averted your gaze, not wanting to disappoint him. “I’m not going to do this without consent so if you really want to leave me in pain again, then I guess we can be done.” He warned, making your eyes snap back to his.

“No, I- I’m sorry. I want to, Jay, ‘s just hard.”

“I know, baby. But the more you practice, the better you’ll get.” He gave you a small smile that you couldn’t help but return. “Ready for more?” You nodded, tentatively opening your mouth as his hand moved back to your hair. He slid in again, resuming the fast pace, and you focused on holding back your gag reflex to last longer. Part of you wondered why you couldn’t do it how you first started, going up and down on your own and using your hand, but he knows more about this than you do so there’s probably a reason.

“Okay, I’m gonna go all the way in now. Do you trust me?” You did your best to nod with his length still in your mouth and his grip still on your hair, even though you weren’t sure what he meant. “Take a deep breath.” You inhaled through your nose, then he was pushing you down until his cock hit the back of your mouth. You tried not to gag, but when he kept pushing, you couldn’t help it. Letting out a muffled whimper, your hands settled on his thighs, gripping tightly and trying to push yourself up.

“Look at me.” He rasped. The second your watery eyes fluttered up to his, the pressure increased tenfold until his cock was breaching your throat barrier and your lips were at the base. Your eyes widened as you choked, but his grip was unmoving. “Oh my fucking god.” He whimpered, letting out a vulgar moan. The tears in your eyes quickly started falling and the longer he held you there, the more you started to panic until you were thrashing in his grip.

“You’re okay- just take it.” When you tried to pull off, he just pushed down harder, burying your nose in his pelvis. “Good girl- good fucking girl. It’s okay to struggle, I’m strong enough to help you out and hold you still.” When he finally relaxed his grip to let you pull off, you immediately shot up, choking and coughing, then letting out a quiet sob. He shushed you, stroking your hair with one hand, but keeping the other gripped tight so you couldn’t move away.

“You’re doing so good, baby. I’m so proud of you.” He cooed. You couldn’t stop crying, not used to the panic you just felt— the feeling of being completely trapped. “Can you look at me, princess?” He asked softly and you couldn’t help but obey. His cock twitched as he cursed under his breath at the sight of your tear stained cheeks.

“You can take just a little more right? I’m so close.” Despite the fact that your whole body was protesting, you gave him a small nod. “That’s my girl. You’re doing so good for me. Love you so much.”

“Love you too, Jay.” You rasped, voice already incredibly hoarse.

“Ready?” You did your best to quickly level out your breathing as you sniffled, trying to mentally prepare yourself too. When you nodded, he grasped your hair with both hands again and guided you back down. He fucked you slowly for a little while, letting you get used to the feeling again, then sped up. He didn’t pull you all the way down, just let the tip hit the back of your mouth with each thrust. When his moans got progressively louder, you knew he was nearing his orgasm.

He pulled you down, groaning when his cock met the resistance of your throat, but kept going until he forced it all the way in. His hands splayed flat on the back of your head, holding you completely still against him as he groaned. With your nose completely pressed to his pelvis, it made it even harder for you to try and breathe.

He held you still, his hips bucking up every once in a while, and you clawed at his thighs as more tears started to fall. When hot come hit the back of your throat, you let out a strangled whimper. His hips kept grinding up against your face even though he couldn’t go any deeper and you started panicking again. You could barely get the sounds of your cries out with his cock buried so deep. Before it stopped twitching entirely, he pulled out, one hand holding you still and the other rapidly fisting it as more come shot out, hitting your face.

“Keep it open.” He said quickly when you started closing your mouth. Despite your coughing and crying, you opened your mouth again as the last few ropes of come left his cock, this time mostly landing in your mouth. You grimaced at the taste, but he paid no mind to it. As his hand slowed to a stop, you tried to focus on calming down and not crying.

“Fuck.” He groaned, drawing the word out. “Good fucking girl. Clean it up.” He swiped the come off your face with his fingers, then shoved them in your drooling mouth as far as he could, being sure to push down on your tongue to make you gag as you “cleaned them.” When he pulled them away and wiped the spit off on your cheek, your face heated up.

“Such a good girl.” He cooed, wiping the rest of your tears away. He pulled you up his body until you were straddling his hips, then reached for the hem of your sleep shirt, forcing it off of you. You shivered at the cool air on your now exposed nipples and he groaned but focused on the original task of cleaning the spit off your face with your shirt. When he finished, he told you to lay down so you moved to the side and he cleaned his softening cock, then tucked himself back in his briefs and discarded your shirt on the floor. He pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around your torso as you laid your head on his chest.

“Jay, can I have some water?” You rasped, throat sore.

“What for, baby?” He muttered, clearly more tired than before.

“Don’t like the taste…”

“No one likes the taste. And I’m not gonna be offended since you didn’t know, but saying something like that is usually frowned upon when it comes to sex.”

“Oh… Why?” You asked, brows furrowed in confusion.

“Because it’s rude, princess. If anything you should be saying thank you to me for giving it to you.”

“I’m sorry… Thank you, Jay.” You said quietly, feeling embarrassed about your lack of knowledge surrounding sex. You were glad that you had someone you trusted to teach you though, someone you felt comfortable making dumb mistakes like this around.

“You’re welcome. Now go to sleep okay?”

“Okay, sorry. I love you.” You said, placing a kiss to his chest.

“Love you too, baby.” He mumbled, placing a sleepy kiss on the top of your head.

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loveshotzz · 1 year

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Strange Love with Rockstar! Eddie or Punk!Steve!

reader has a love/hate relationship with him. total enemies to lovers type trope. reader is caught hate fucking one of them in a car or bathroom and when asked about it she simply says the iconic line “I don’t have to fucking tell you anything”

Rockstar Eddie x fem!rockstar reader

summary: You and Eddie seem to hate each other, so why can’t you keep your hands to yourself?

warnings: 18 + ! cocky eddie, mean reader, switch eddie and switch reader, oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v sex (wrap it up!), cream pie, semi public sex.

word count: 3.3k

A/N: another blurb (aka one shot 🙄) for my follower celebration and to break steve streak with some eddie! I hope you enjoy. Comments, likes, and reblogs are always super appreciated if you enjoy 💕

“Jesus Christ how have you not sucked that fucking thing to the center yet?!” Throwing his notebook down on the table his clipped tone breaks you out of your pre-show warm up.

Twirling one of your drumsticks in between your fingers with ease, you bring your attention to the fuming metal head making sure to slurp down the sugary build up in your mouth as loud as you can.

“Jealous I’m not sucking something else Munson?” Pulling the remains of the lollipop out of your mouth you watch his eyes follow the string of spit that connects to your red tinted lips. Batting your eyelashes at him, you smirk at the eye roll it earns you.

“In your fucking dreams.” He growls but you know damn well that’s exactly what he wants.

Barry and Jeff’s eyes widen from across the room, knowing exactly where this was headed. Gareth had handed over his drumsticks to you temporarily while he nursed a broken wrist, and despite Eddie’s protest here you were.

It always started this way, bickering before every show throwing insults at each other desperate to bruise the others' ego before hitting the stage. Creating a tension so thick it could only ever end one way once the adrenaline started coursing through your veins.

With purple and green bruises painted across your kneecaps and a slight limp in your walk from the last time you ran your mouth, you were ready to take no prisoners tonight. Especially when he stepped off the stage looking like that.

His tattooed skin glowed with a sheen of sweat under the lights in the back, his sleeveless white Iron Maiden shirt clung to what seemed like every muscle flexing underneath. Your eyes following the salty droplets falling from his bangs, you hate that you want to catch them with your tongue.

“You were off on the count down tonight.” Eddie’s critique sends rage down your spine as he brushes past you to high five Jeff. The temporary haze his body had you in quickly fading.

“I wasn’t off on dick, you came in too early.” Quick to snap back, you try to ignore the bulge growing in his pants. He was picking a fight on purpose. The menacing glint in his chocolate eyes gave himself away the moment they connected with yours.

“Sweetheart, I think you and I both know I don’t come early.” The cocky grin that spreads big across his face makes your hands twitch, fingers wrapping tightly around your drum sticks you will yourself not to chuck one at him. His face starting to look more and more like an easy shot when he throws you a wink.

Snorting loudly, you don’t give him the satisfaction. Your reaction only making it worse, as he narrows his eyes at you, shooting daggers at your knowing smirk. Insulting his sexual performance in front of his friends was always the quickest way to get under his skin.

“No shame in coming early Eddie, at least one of us gets too.” Your eyes catch the women’s restroom as you near the end of the hall. Flipping him the double bird, you push the bathroom door open with your back making sure to throw him the nastiest look you could muster before disappearing from his view. The boys “ohhh’s” filling your chest with pride at your victory.

Taking a shaking breath, you curse the amount of slick already ruining your underwear. Thighs pressing together in search for friction when you think about the way you just made his jaw clench. Thankful that the two stalls in the bathroom were empty, you set your drum sticks down on top of the soap dispenser before running a stream of cold water for yourself. Splashing some against your chest and neck it’s almost enough to calm the fire Eddie set ablaze inside of you.

The loud creak of the door opening snaps your head up, eyes watching from the mirror the sound of the lock clicking into place is followed by heavy footsteps. His heavy footsteps.

Rounding the corner Eddie Munson looked like he wanted to eat you alive.

“Real funny joke back there.” Big black boots stopping a few feet away from you, he crosses his arms over his chest before leaning against the wall. “Like I don’t make you cum screaming my name every other night.”

“Oh fuck off.” Rolling your eyes at him through the reflection you shut the water off, turning around to face him you make sure to mimic his stance pushing up your tits in the process. Plush lips twitching, he was onto you.

“I think you love saying my name actually.” Tapping a ringed finger on his full lower lip he pushes himself off the wall. Long legs making it easy to close the little space that was between you. The tobacco, weed, and sweat that dripped from his pores only added to your mess.

Crowding your space, he cages you in with both hands gripping the sink behind you. Ducking his head down till his lips brush against the shell of your ear, you can’t stop the shudder that runs through your body when you feel him smile against it before continuing.

“I think you dream about all the different ways I make you say my name, I know I dream about all those pretty little noises that I get from you.” Nipping at your ear lobe, his new sweetness has your resolve starting to break already as your arms start to come undone. Hands finding a new home on the button of his jeans.

“But then you start actually talking and my dick goes soft.” Dimples poking through his cheeks he pulls back to catch your reaction, more than proud of himself for thinking he got the upper hand. He’d almost gotten you to fold already.

The sting of his words sink in at the same time you feel his growing erection press against the top of your thigh. Meeting his gaze, the smug look on his face quickly turns into confusion when you give him a Cheshire smile.

“This doesn’t feel very soft to me baby.” Cupping his junk he hisses when you give it a good squeeze, feeling it twitch under his zipper you knew he was lying through his teeth.

His hands leave their place on the sink to grab at your hips, bruising fingers digging into your soft flesh adding to the almond shaped clusters already there from the nights before. Regaining control you continue to palm him, his heavy breathing becoming music to your ears. Reaching up on your tippy toes it's your turn to press your lips to his ear, relishing in the way you make him shudder just the same.

“You know what I think Eddie?” Nudging your nose into the dampness of his curls you suck his earlobe in your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks till he moans. His grip on you almost becomes painful.

Releasing it with a pop your fingers work at the button of his jeans stopping at the zipper when you don’t get an answer.

“I think the only reason you didn’t want me covering for Gareth is because of how bad you wanted to fuck me and you didn’t think I’d feel the same.” You’re not gentle when you pull the zipper down, almost feeling bad when Eddie sinks his teeth into the crook of your neck to hide the broken groan.

Stuffing your hand down his pants you’re quickly met with the stickiness of his precum that already covered the inside of his boxers. Smirking against his ear he wasn’t so tough hunched over you like this. Completely at the mercy of your hand as it wraps around the thick base of his shaft pulling him free from his confines with a quick pump.

“And now that I’ve fucked you.” Eddie’s blown out eyes watch you spit in your hand before wrapping it around his length again. Gliding across him with ease his hips meet your pump when your thumb swipes over his leaking tip. “You don’t know how to handle it cause you want me to be yours huh?”

Stroking him with purpose all you get is a nod a low whimper. Biting your lip you suppress your own moan seeing him like this.

Sinking down, your fishnet covered knees hit the ground in front of him. Ringed hands finding their way back to the sink as he looks down at you from between his arms. The warm chestnut in his eyes turned onyx, you had all the control right now.

Making a show of stroking his length with both hands, you look up at him from underneath the hood of your lashes making sure his eyes are on you before you take him in your eager mouth. You were gonna make him eat his words from earlier just for fun.

Flattening your tongue you lick a long stripe up the side humming in satisfaction when he twitches in your hand. Taking his tip between your lips, your tongue is greedy to lap up the pearly white liquid leaking from the top. Eyes rolling in the back of your head when the saltiness of it hits your taste buds, you take as much of him as you can into the heat of your mouth without warning.

“Holy fucking shit.” Moaning loud enough to echo off the walls, his hands grip the sink is tight enough to see the milk of his knuckles.

Your hands hold the back of his thighs pulling him closer, relaxing enough to take him till tears threaten to spill from the corners of your eyes. You hollow out your cheeks till his ruddy tip hits the back of your throat, his coarse pubic hairs brush against the tip of of your nose. Vision going white behind closed eyes. His brain short circuits under the quick work of your mouth, unable to even register what’s happening till the heaviness in his balls warn him of his impending release.

“Wait - shit - fuck - you’re - you’re trying to make me cum aren’t you?” Your taunting words from earlier ring loud in his head, he knew this was too good to be true.

Humming in response the vibration is almost enough to have him shooting down your throat. Mustering enough strength to regain control, he tries to pull away from you but your grip on his thighs only tightens, relaxing your throat even more.

Groaning when you take him even deeper than before you hear the metal of his rings clank loudly against the porcelain of the sink, holding it hard enough to break as he tries to fight off his orgasm.

“You’re done.” His tone is final when his fingers tangle themselves in your hair, pulling he rips you away from him with enough force for him to fall from your mouth with a slick pop.

Chest heaving as he tries to regain his breath, he looks like a man driven insane when the blacks of his eyes look down at you on your knees. Lips red and swollen from sucking his cock like your life depended on it, he would never get sick of seeing you like this.

“Now stand up and bend over the sink for me like I know you want to.” Voice dripping with want, your underwear was becoming almost uncomfortable from soaking through them all night.

Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you use his hips as leverage to pull yourself up letting the length of your body rub against his painfully hard erection in the process. Hissing with the extra sensitivity he grips your cheeks with one hand when you're finally back on your feet.

“I’m not cumming quick and you’re gonna cum first. You got that?” Nodding between his fingers, his lips turn up in the same cocky grin from before knowing he finally had you where he wanted you. He always knew when your eyes glazed over like this.

Pressing a chaste kiss to your lips he nudges your nose with his before whispering “Turn around.”

Following his instructions you face towards the mirror again, your hands finding purchase on the sink where his just were. Leaning forward to give him the access he wanted, your eyes meet your own in the reflection. The person staring back to you is almost unrecognizable. A needy tear streaked mess you watch him flip your skirt up over your hips, his eyes darkening even more when he sees the insides of your thighs coated with your own arousal.

“Always so fucking wet for me.” The strain in his voice didn’t go unnoticed, but you were too needy to be an asshole now. Wiggling your hips to taunt him, you look back over your shoulder. Blown out eyes meeting yours the expression on his face is enough to have you flutter around nothing.

His big hands grab at the doughy flesh of your ass. Watching the way it jiggles when he smacks it, the sting of his rings going straight to your cunt. FIngers curling around the tops of your tights he pulls them down with your underwear to your ankles. The cool air of the bathroom making you shiver when it hits your soaked folds, your body begging for more.

Running two fingers through your slit, he rubs a few small circles with pointed pressure to your bundle of nerves before collecting more of your slick to use as lube. The squelching noises at just his small touches has your cheeks burning hot, your body betraying your cocky words from before.

Coating himself enough to slide in easily, you feel his mushroom top spread through your folds. Rubbing himself down the length of you he chuckles darkly when you chase more with your hips.

“God, you’re gonna take me so well baby. You’re already such a mess.” Pressing himself to your entrance, you brace yourself tighter against the sink preparing for the stretch. You always had to get used to the feeling of him splitting you in two.

Nodding dumbly your neck goes slack when you feel him finally push himself in, walls stinging as he slowly makes himself fit.

“She’s sucking me in so good, so fucking tight. This all mine? Tell me it’s mine.” Pussy drunk already, Eddie didn’t care to put on his usual front anymore. You felt like heaven around his dick and he wanted you for himself.

He doesn’t give you enough time to answer or adjust before he pulls himself almost all the way out before abruptly shoving himself back in. The burn of his harsh thrusts making you cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, the pleasure slowly becoming more prominent when he starts hitting your g spot with every deep stroke.

His hands grip your hips to keep you close, the sound of skin against skin filling the empty stalls as he keeps up with his punishing pace.

“I asked who’s pussy this is baby.” One hand snaking between your jiggling thighs, two fingers quickly find your more than needy clit. Rubbing harsh figure eights he bends over so his chest presses against your back, somehow pushing himself even deeper. You swear you can feel him in your stomach like this.

“Answer me.”

Jaw slack and eyes scrunched close, the familiar tightness in your gut is getting closer and closer to letting go. Stopping the motion of his hips when you don’t give him what he wants, your eyes snap open as a strangled whine leaves your throat.

“I’ll give you what you want princess just tell me who your cunt belongs to.” his tone is full with dominance when he whispers in your ear, you muster enough brain power to find your voice.

“Yours.” Barely above a whisper when it leaves your mouth, he adds pressure to your bundle of nerves but just enough to tease.

“Louder.” Pressing his hips deeper into you, it’s enough to have you claw at the sink.

“YOURS” Too desperate to care about how he was going to hold this moment over your head, the need to cum was becoming overpowering after the day of relentless teasing. This is how it always was, the dynamic switching almost every time.

“Good. Fucking. Girl.” Each word coming out with a punch of his hips, his fingers make quick work against your clit obsessed with the way it makes your eyes roll in the back of your head.

Being able to watch your face from the reflection of the mirror while he railed you from behind with everything he had only made it that much harder not to spill deep inside your velvet walls. Fingers working overtime on your swollen nub, the furrow of your brows and the way you start to tighten around him tells him all he needs to know.

“Come on baby, make a mess of me.” His thrusts became more deliberate in your undoing, each one hitting deeper than the last.

“God - Eddie!” It’s overwhelming when it hits you, seeing stars behind your closed eyes as your walls constrict tight enough to earn a loud drawn out ‘fuck’ as your release washes over him.

“That’s it, that’s fucking it.” The blunt ends of his nails dig into the soft bruised skin of your hips as you feel him twitch inside of you.

Warmth filling your belly as he paints your insides white, you’re left a panting mess while he shudders on top of you. His orgasm hitting him in waves with the way your walls continue to milk him long after yours is done.

Keeping himself inside till he’s soft enough to slip out on his own, your soft moans fill the quiet at the loss of contact. The fullness that had you a trembling mess was replaced with that familiar dull throb of the after effects.

“You gonna be nice to me now or what Munson?” Putting himself away his eyes meet yours in the mirror. Their soft brown returned to their normal warm state, catching the beginnings of a small smile playing across his lips, his cheeks flush crimson.

“Depends on if you’re gonna be nice to me.”

Pulling your tights and underwear back up, the fact that you were keeping his seed inside like it was normal had his cock almost kick up again. You made him insatiable.

“I think I’ve proven to be very nice.” Biting your lip into a smile you lean back against the sink batting your eyelashes at him for good measure, your flirting only making him blush harder despite everything.

“I think we can work something out, who knows I might not even want Gareth back at the end of this.” The laugh he earns quickly becomes his new favorite sound.

Slinging his arm around you, he pulls you deep into his side before both of you make your exit out of the bathroom together. The boys all waiting around the hallway with knowing looks all over their faces. Taking in your more than chummy body language Barry’s the first to speak up.

“So does this mean you two are together or something?”

Jeff refuses to look you in the eyes, making it more than obvious they had gotten a little show, neither one of you really trying to be quiet.

“We don’t have to fucking tell you.” Eddie snaps scared that their questions will sabotage what he just got.

“Calm down man.” Raising his hands in defense Barry backs off “Just trying not to get whiplash with this sudden change of heart.”

Squeezing your shoulders tighter you reach up on your tippy toes to press a kiss to his cheek earning a unified groan from everyone, and a satisfied hum from the one that’s still dripping down your thighs.

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emmyrosee · 1 year

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“Mrs Kodzuken said if I win this I can see her boobs, so I need you to throw this.”

There’s a few chortles and some actual laughter the rings through the discord call, all voices that haven’t changed a bit since high school. Even with ridiculously busy schedules and time zone differences, they always reserved Thursday’s to either play a game or watch movies over discord.

Tonight, was no different. Fukunaga, Lev, and Kuroo stood absolutely no chance in beating Kenma this game, but the lighthearted joke seemed to reignite the group.

“Why do we have to lose so you can see boobs?” Fukunaga asks incredulously.

“Yeah!” Lev chimes. “Aren’t you married or something?”

“It’s because Kenma still giggles when he sees titties,” kuroo teases, and Kenma offers him an eye roll that he’s sure his friend can’t see, but knows him well enough to know he did.

“We are, and I do, but it hits different when you get incentive to win. So, with all due respect, choke.”

It’s the last few turns, ready to end the game for the night. Lev’s already lost his stars to Fukunaga, now he’s just playing for fun, pretending his saltiness is real to keep the mood silly, Kuroo being as cocky as ever.

But it’s obvious, to everyone in the call, that Kenma is going to win this round. By a long shot.

Kenma smirks softly to himself when he hears the door creak open and your socked feet shuffle over the hardwood and small rug in the center of his gaming room.

“You have the stealth of a turd in the toilet,” he says, ignoring his friends laughing as he hears you giggle. He swivels the chair to let you plop on his thigh, watching fondly as you get comfortable.

“I just didn’t know if you wanted me in here,” you hum, looping your arms around his neck.

“You know you don’t have to ask to be in here,” he scoffs, smiling. “You wanna come play?”

You shake your head and nudge your nose against his temple, “no… just wanted to be next to you.” You take an inhale against the warm skin of his neck, “missed you.”

“Don’t sniff me like that,” he snorts. “I haven’t showered.”

“Hey, snugglebug!” Kuroo’s voice teases through the headset, causing kenma to roll his eyes again and pause the game to give you his full attention.

“What’s up, baby?”

You smile and squeeze him tighter, “I just wanted to see you… I know Thursday’s are for the boys, but-“

“Fuck the boys,” he mumbles. Again, there’s a chorus of ‘hey!’s that come from his headset and you laugh to yourself. He clicks his tongue and mutes himself and the chat, shifting slightly in his chair to cradle what he can of you. “You just feeling needy?”

You nod softly, cheeks splitting into a smile when he noses your temple affectionately. “I’ll be down soon I’d you wanted to watch some YouTube or something.” You nod against him and he resumes the game to let you watch. “Alright boys, most important member of the band’s back.”

“I didn’t miss you,” Kuroo says confidently.

You do smile wider as you shift easily to watch the battle mini game that’s breaking out between Fukunaga and Kuroo, their screams of distress ringing over the call as you watch.

Fukunaga wins. Kuroo shrieks.

“Alright,” you sigh. “I’ll leave you alone.” You slip from Kenma’s lap swiftly, and he watches fondly. “I just wanted to see Kuroo lose.”

“You wound me,” his voice snarls over the call.

You snicker before stretching softly, and Kenma thinks nothing of it at first.

Then, his brow twitches. In his peripheral, he sees you hide your laughter. He sniffs the air, and feels fond embarrassment settle in his soul.

“Are you kidding?”

Your giggles can be heard on the discord call.

Lev, clearly confused, offers Kenma a quick “what happened?”

“Why do you do that every time I’m playing my games?”

“Why do what?” Kuroo chimes.

“You gotta come across the damn house to fart in my damn office?”

This, now, has the entire call cackling, gawfs and wheezes breaking through and cutting over the mics, and while you cackle and dash out of the door to leave him alone with your… smell, he shakes his head as the results load.

He’ll get you back later.

And as anticipated, Kenma won, and Fukunaga seems to be the only one handling the loss.

Kuroo and Lev? Not so much.

“BY THREE COINS!” Kuroo shrieks, mic cutting out at his distress. “I LOST BY THREE FUCKIN’ COINS?!”

“I LOST ALL MY STARS ON MY LAST TURN, KUROO,” Lev screams back. “GET OVER YOUR GODDAMNED THREE COINS!”

“THAT HURTS MORE, YOU FUCKHEAD!”

“Dunno what their problem is,” he sighs contently, smirking softly to himself. “I’m seeing boobs tonight.”

“You know what man, I’m proud of you.” There’s only a hint of sarcasm falling from Fukunaga’s tone, but Kenma decides to take it as the bickering of the other two fills the call once again.

Kenma decides, among the yelling and teasing and your fart-filled-affection, it’s a Thursday he’s always down to enjoy.

“Have fun with your boobs.”

“Oh, I will.”

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don't cross that line

in which: once you cross that line, there's no going back, and you just happened to cross that line with your best friend, choi jongho.

pair: uni student!jongho/uni student!afab!reader

word count: 7.3k

content: light fluff?, smut, friends to lovers au, suuuuuuper plot heavy, drunken kisses, sober sex, bedroom sex, completely consensual!

rated: R | nsfw — minors do not interact

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“Listen, all I can really say is that if she wanted to do well on the project, she would’ve pulled her weight,” Jongho grumbled.

You and Jongho were getting lunch in between classes. The two of you usually talked about classes during your break, and that day, you decided to bring up the last group project that you worked on. Jongho had to carry his team while you ended up having a blast with your own, making him all the more salty.

“Yeah, but that’s no reason to make her cry,” you pointed out.

“It’s her fault for not doing the work.”

“Jongho, she was your girlfriend. You didn’t have to be so mean.”

“Was, thank God,” Jongho let out a sigh of relief. “Honestly this whole dating thing is such bullshit— I just want to get my degree and get out of here.”

“Wow. How romantic,” you said sarcastically and rolled your eyes.

“Shut up,” Jongho retorted while throwing a fry at your face. “It’s your fault I was dating her in the first place.”

“I said go on one date with her. No one told you to ask her to be your girlfriend.”

“Yeah, well… Shut up.”

You shrugged, a smug smile appearing on your face as you realized that you won that argument. Jongho took a bite of his burger, annoyance written all over his face as you rubbed your smug smile. Jongho chose to fully ignore you at that point, making you turn to your phone to see that you were going to be late for your next class if you didn’t haul your ass out of there.

“Hey, I gotta go. I’ll see you tonight?” you asked him.

“Yeah. See ya,” Jongho responded with a nod and a light wave.

There was a Tuesday night tradition you, Jongho, and a couple other friends from school had— Trivia Night. One of your other friends worked at the bar that hosted the trivia, which is how you came to know of it in the first place.

That being said, even though you went for trivia, you guys never actually played. It was more of an excuse to go drinking in the middle of the week than anything, which meant every Tuesday, you and your friends were drinking way too much and screwing yourselves over for classes the next day.

“Hey, Joong!” you said, your words staring to slur together. “Let’s do a shot together.”

“Yeah! All of us!” your friend, Mingi, added as he hugged you from behind.

“Fine, last round, and then I’m sending you home,” Hongjoong replied while rolling his eyes, a playful smile on his face.

“Good idea. Y/N’s been getting a little handsy with me,” another friend, Yunho, said as he brushed your straying hand off his thigh— you couldn’t help it; you were an affectionate drunk.

The five of you clinked glasses and took your shots, Yunho and Jongho doing it with ease while you and Mingi made faces as the liquor burned your throats.

“Hey, so did you guys look into your classes for next semester?” Jongho asked.

“Not yet,” Yunho shook his head. “I’m guessing you have?”

“Yeah. We have to take the senior colloquium, so why don’t we all try for the same time and recitation? Keep us sane in our last semester of college.”

“Alright, that sounds good,” you giggled and hugged Jongho. “It’ll be fun to have a final class together.”

Mingi settled for nodding while also giggling. Jongho wanted to talk about the matter further, but you and Mingi were just far too gone to have a proper conversation at that point, so he just settled for talking to the group about it when you all were sober.

You were still clinging to Jongho as he sat quietly and thought about classes while sipping his beer, your head on his shoulder, your arms wrapped tightly around his waist. You couldn’t help but stare at him as he was lost deep in thought, and your drunk self thought it was the perfect time to nuzzle your nose in his neck.

“Alright, we’re going home,” Jongho immediately declared.

“What? Why?” you complained as Jongho got out of your embrace and grabbed your arm to put over his shoulder.

“Because you’re done.”

“How do you figure?”

“Because I know. Let’s go home before you yak on the bar again,” Jongho shut you down and started dragging you out of the bar. “Yunho, let me know how much we owe you after you close the tab.”

“Will do!” Yunho responded cheerfully as he watched Jongho drag you away.

“Bye Yuyu, Mango, Joong!” you managed to say before leaving the establishment.

The walk home was atrocious for Jongho. You refused to walk in a straight line and kept trying to pull him towards any bar that you passed, and at some point, Jongho had enough and made you get on his back so he could piggyback you back to your apartment. His patience was wearing thinner as you started playing with his hair and tickling his neck, but you were his best friend, and you were drunk out of your fucking mind, so he was going to be there for you.

By the time Jongho got you home, you were practically falling asleep on his back— he had a very comfy back, not going to lie. He put you down right in front of your door, but instead of reaching for your keys, you slumped onto him, his chest catching you before you went tumbling down.

And then, you blacked out.

You woke up the next morning with a horrible hangover and absolutely no memory of how you got back from the bar in the first place— you remembered Jongho walking you home, but how you ended up in your bed was a complete mystery to you. There was a nagging feeling in the back of your mind, that you did something you shouldn’t have, but you couldn’t for the life of you figure out what it was, nor did you have the time to ponder it because you had to get your ass out of bed and onto campus.

Your first class was absolute torture, your headache intensifying as the lecture went on and on, and by the time the class was over, you were ready to fall over. You trudged out of the classroom to see your friends waiting for you— they usually waited for you after your Wednesday morning class so that all four of you could grab lunch— Yunho immediately pulling you in for a hug.

“You look like shit,” he commented while hugging you.

“Wow, really? I had no idea,” you responded with heavy sarcasm.

“What the fuck happened to you last night for you to look like this?” Mingi asked.

“I have no fucking clue,” you groaned. “All I remember is leaving the bar…”

But, your statement was drowned out by Mingi as he dramatically grabbed his chest and gasped, “Did you and Jongho go and drink more without us?!”

“Yeah, no. Y/N was too wasted for that,” Jongho shook his head. “I took her home directly.”

“I guess the hangover is only hitting so hard because I’m not as young as I used to be,” you sighed loudly.

“…We’re all in our early twenties. Shut up,” Yunho said while rolling his eyes.

“I dunno man, Jongho acts like an old man a lot,” Mingi said with a slight giggle. “I think he’s in his eighties.”

As the three boys bickered, your mind lingered on Jongho’s words. He took you home directly, and you remembered that, but… How the hell did you get into your apartment? And why was the weird feeling still lingering?

“Hey,” you pulled Jongho out of the argument and to the side, the two tall men still walking without realizing you and Jongho were no longer walking with them. “Can we talk?”

“Sure,” Jongho agreed, the two of you moving to the side of the hallway.

“Did… Did something happen last night?” you asked. “Because I have this nagging feeling that I did something, but I… I don’t know what.”

“Don’t worry about it, and just sleep it off,” Jongho replied. “Look, I gotta get to class. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Right, yeah, okay…” you trailed off as Jongho left you standing there more confused than ever.

Because what did he mean by “don’t worry about it”? What the fuck did you do last night?

You decided to take matters into your own hands. After you were done with classes for the day, you went straight to the bar because, Goddammit, you needed answers or at least some clarity.

“Joong!” you called loudly the second you got into the bar. “I have a question for you!”

You plopped yourself down on one of the bar stools and looked at the bartender, a determined glint in your eye, but a heavy sigh on your lips.

“Geez, you look like shit,” Hongjoong commented on your appearance the second he stood in front of you.

“That seems to be the general consensus today… Ugh, anyway. Did I do something wrong last night?”

“What?” Hongjoong’s face twisted in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Like… Okay, I feel like I did something I shouldn’t have done last night,” you explained. “And I’m trying to figure it out.”

“You were fine here— well, you were shit-faced, and Jongho took you home, and that’s about it,” the bartender recollected. “You didn’t do anything outta pocket.”

“Okay… I still feel like… I’m missing something,” you grumbled to yourself, but the man could still hear you.

“Why don’t you ask Jongho since he walked you home last night?”

“See, I tried doing that, but he told me “don’t worry about it”,” you said, exasperated, while using air quotes. “What the fuck does that mean— What should I not worry about?!”

“I don’t know!” Hongjoong held his arms up as if you were holding him at gunpoint and demanding answers. “The only thing I can say is ask him again, or maybe sleep on it, and it’ll come to you.”

“So helpful,” you couldn’t help but be sarcastic. “Fine, I’ll sleep on it. Thanks for the help, Joong.”

You got off the stool and were about to head for the exit when the bartender asked, “So you’re not going to get a drink?”

“Are you fucking kidding— No! Bye, Joong!”

“Hey, Jongho?”

The two of you were sitting on your couch— Jongho came over after he finished his classes for the day.

“What’s up?”

“Are you sure I didn’t do anything that night?” you asked him, your voice slightly wavering.

“I told you not to worry about it,” he responded with a sigh.

“No, but I’m going to worry about it because I want to know!” you exclaimed. “You being all vague and shit about it just makes me more concerned, and I just need you to tell me for my own sanity.”

Jongho let out yet another sigh. He looked straight at you, his eyes meeting yours. You never realized how pretty his eyes were until you made proper eye contact, and the bigger his eyes got, the prettier they became. Then, you realized that his eyes were not getting bigger, but he was moving closer to you. You leaned backwards, your back hitting the arm rest as he pinned you against it, his light exhale flitting past your cheek.

“You really want to know?” he asked, his voice lower and softer than usual.

“I… I do. I do want to know.”

Shocks ran through your body when he caressed your face lightly, his dainty fingertips rubbing lightly against your ear. He leaned in closer to you, making you squeeze your eyes shut since you assumed that he was going to kiss you. Instead, he whispered in your ear, “You told me you loved me.”

He leaned away, allowing you to look at him with complete and utter shock. You tried to brush off the tension building in the room and between your legs as you responded as light-heartedly as you could, “But I always tell you that I love you.”

“Yes, but…” Jongho placed his hand on your thigh and slowly moved it upwards, his voice dropping even lower. “Last night, you told me that you meant it, that you were in love with me.”

Your jaw dropped. Your eyes darted back and forth, and your heart rate picked up as you tried to make sense of the situation— his words, his actions, and your body’s reactions.

“I— I did?” you whispered.

“Yes, and then,” Jongho’s voice also hushed to a whisper as he leaned close to you once more, his hand going further along your thigh, nearing your crotch. “You kissed me.”

“I… I— I,” you stammered, not a single coherent thought left in your brain.

Your brain only got emptier when you felt his soft lips against yours, your body immediately melting into his comfortable touch. You reciprocated his kiss, your hands unconsciously moving from his shoulders to his neck, bringing you closer to him. Your body lurched towards his when you felt his hand move around to your ass, the man firmly cupping it while his other hand slipped under your shirt and traced the curve of your waist, a soft moan playing on your lips.

“Just admit it,” he said softly with his lips still pressed against yours. “You love me, and I love you, too.”

His teeth got a hold of your lower lip and tugged it upwards as his hand started kneading your breast, making you gasp. Then, his patience started wearing thin. He lifted your shirt and moved your bra up to reveal your breasts, his mouth immediately going right for your nipple, and as he sucked, his hands pulled your pants down to reveal your soaking cunt. You were moaning loudly at that point, Jongho’s name barely rolling off your tongue.

When Jongho slipped his slender fingers into you, your entire body reacted. Your back arched, your toes curled, and your hands ran through his hair and gripped it tightly, his fingers pleasuring you greatly. He kept curling them inside you, searching for your G-spot, and once he found it, you cried loudly and sat up in bed.

In bed?

You looked around. Jongho was nowhere to be found, and you were in bed, awake. What the fuck… was that? You blinked the sleep out of your eyes and shifted in bed, only to feel something wet between your legs. You lifted your duvet to see that you were sitting on clean sheets, but soaking up your panties was your arousal.

Did you seriously just have a sex dream about your best friend?

You were mortified with yourself. For the rest of that week, you avoided Jongho like the plague because every single time you saw him, guilt pricked at your skin, brain, and heart. How could you dream of your best friend like that and then see him in the same way ever again? How were you supposed to act normal around him?

And so, you avoided the shit out of him. Seriously. You made sure to use the other exit from your classroom so that you wouldn’t have to deal with the group walking with you, and you ditched all of your regular spots because, fuck, you had no idea how you were going to be normal around him when you couldn’t even be normal with yourself before sleeping.

Because, truth is, that dream did something to you. Any time Jongho popped into your mind, your cunt would clench, and your body would rush with heat; and if you thought about him at night, you desperately had to do something about it. So, basically, every night, you were touching yourself while thinking about your friend— your best friend. What the fuck was wrong with you?

You were forced to meet with the group on Tuesday— Yunho left you a very long, very angry, very drunk voicemail telling you that if you didn’t show up on Tuesday, he was going to murder you. You doubted him, but when you heard Jongho and Mingi try to hold him back in the voicemail, you decided it wasn’t worth risking it.

You and Mingi were the first ones there, the two of you sitting in awkward silence as Hongjoong served you your drinks.

“Okay, um, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Mingi asked after taking a solid sip of his beer.

“W-What do you mean?”

“You’ve been avoiding us all fucking week! Did we do something wrong, or like, do you hate us or—”

“Oh my God, Mingi, no,” you immediately assured the guy. “I wasn’t trying to avoid all of you! Just…”

“Just what?”

“I was avoiding Jongho…”

“What the fuck? Why?” Mingi’s tone went from accusatory to worried and sympathetic, making you relax a little bit.

“Okay, so, uh… The other night… I… I may or may not have had a sex dream about Jongho… And when I woke up, I just… I got super turned on.”

“Wait, was it a wet dream?”

“I don’t know… Can girls even have wet dreams?”

“Well… Sounds like a wet dream to me,” Mingi answered after pondering the idea for a little.

“Great. Either way, I can’t even look at him the same way anymore. Fucking kill me,” you groaned as you laid your head on the bar top.

“Wait, so why’d you even dream about it?”

“I don’t know, man! I’ve been friends with the guy for fucking years, and this is the first time I’ve ever dreamt about him like that— and what’s worse is that he was so fucking good in my dream! Ugh, I wanna die!”

Mingi, who found the whole ideal hysterical, was laughing his ass off as he watched you get more and more mortified by the second.

“Did you ever figure out what happened that night, Y/N?” Hongjoong entered the conversation, making Mingi’s laughter die down a little.

“No,” you sulked. “I never got the chance to ask him again… I asked him in that dream, though.”

That made Mingi laugh all over again. He was clutching his stomach and laughing until he started crying, and he continued to laugh his ass off even when Yunho arrived. Well, he was still laughing, but he was able to wheeze to Yunho, “Dude, listen to this—”

“Mango, shut the fuck up!” you kicked Mingi in the shin, although that did nothing to the guy.

“Y/N had a random sex dream about Jongho!” Mingi barely said before laughing all over again.

“Really?” Yunho asked— he didn’t seem surprised, though.

“Yeah,” you said sadly.

“Well, I guess it makes sense that you’d have a sex dream about him considering what you did,” Yunho pondered out loud.

Mingi stopped laughing, and you, Hongjoong, and Mingi all stared at the tall man, Hongjoong asking, “What the fuck did she do?”

“She kissed him.”

The three of you stared at Yunho with wide eyes and dropped jaws.

“What?!”

“Yeah, Jongho told me about it.”

Your brain, at that point, was erroring out as it tried to recollect the events of that night while Mingi, on the other hand, was so insulted.

“You knew about this and didn’t tell me?!” he asked, feigning injury.

“I thought he told you! What do you want me to do about it?”

“Just check in with me next time! We should share everything with each other, Yunho.”

Yunho and Mingi continued to bicker in the background as you finally, finally, remembered what happened that night.

“Y/N, you’re home,” he said quietly while standing you upright. “Where are your keys?”

“In my pocket," you said with a slight giggle— the jeans you had on actually had front pockets, so you usually stashed your keys in there so you wouldn’t have to wear a purse when you had those jeans on.

With a sigh, Jongho carefully dug into your pocket, his fingers lightly grazing your upper thigh. You couldn’t help but let out a little moan; his action was so minimal and unintentional, but it still felt fucking good. God, you were definitely wasted.

Then, a crazy thought entered your drunken brain. You realized that you needed to thank Jongho for getting you home safe. Granted, it was his job as your best friend (not really, but what are friends for?) to make sure you made it home, but you still had to thank him, right? So, right after Jongho unlocked your door and opened it for you, you grabbed him by the collar, and you thanked him by kissing him.

To be honest, it was the world’s most anti-climactic kiss. Your lips just pressed against his, and that was it. When you moved away, you could see that Jongho was in complete shock, his jaw dropped slightly. His eyes were darting back and forth as he tried to decipher what the fuck you just did. His hands, which were previously on your shoulders, dropped to the side, limp.

That’s when you made the situation worse. You pulled him towards you again and kissed him properly. It was a gentle kiss, your lips enveloping his upper lip, your hand moving from his collar to his neck to make the kiss the slightest bit more sensual. And, to your surprise, you felt his hands on your waist. He reciprocated the kiss, bringing his body closer to yours as he kissed you more passionately. You were practically melting in his arms the longer he kissed you, your brain officially erroring out as you lost yourself in him.

When the chain of kisses ended, you found yourself dazed. You truly didn’t know what to say or do, so you just patted his chest and whispered, “I… Uh… Good night, Jongho…”

Jongho seemed unfazed, as if he wasn’t just making out with you seconds prior. He nodded and patted your head while responding, “Good night, Y/N. Sleep well.”

“Yeah, you too…”

Brain fuzzy, you crashed in your bed, your face still rosy and your lips slightly sore from kissing your best friend. Your best fucking friend.

You buried your face in your hands when you realized what you did, your mind chanting “what the fuck?” over and over again. You felt someone’s hand on your shoulder, but there was no way you were going to be consoled so easily.

“Y/N, don’t worry about it. It was a tiny mistake,” Hongjoong said softly. “We all know that you’re not usually like that.”

“I’m sick and tired of people telling me not to worry about it,” you groaned. “And being drunk is not an excuse… I… What do I do?”

The four of you were silent until Yunho said quietly, “I think you should just talk to him.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, just talk it through. You guys are best friends, and I don’t like seeing the two of you avoiding each other.”

“Wait,” your head snapped up. “What do you mean each other? I thought I was avoiding him…”

“Why do you think he’s not here right now?” Yunho pointed out.

You gaped. Trivia was about to start soon, and Jongho was nowhere in sight.

“Where is he?”

All you did was kiss the guy, but you felt the guilt weighing on your shoulders not just because of the kiss but because of everything else you did following the kiss. The guy was your best friend for crying out loud. If it was just the kiss, you would’ve apologized immediately, and all would’ve been well, but the dreams just made it so much harder for you to do anything— even knocking on his apartment door was fucking difficult.

You somehow mustered the courage to do it, and after a couple of seconds, Jongho answered the door. He was wearing his standard class outfit: jeans, a hoodie, and a jean jacket; but he looked so fucking hot, so boyfriend material in them, that your heart actually skipped a beat or two.

“Hey,” Jongho spoke first, pulling you out of your head before you could spiral into a dizzy daydream.

“H-Hey, uh… Can I come in?”

Holding the door open, Jongho invited you in. You walked in hesitantly, awkwardly. You’d been in his apartment so many Goddamn times, so you shouldn’t have been so timid, but your anxiety truly got the better of you.

The two of you ended up taking a seat at his tiny dining table, the man sitting across from you. You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt as you looked down and tried to spit out something, anything.

“So…” you finally uttered. “I wanted to apologize.”

“For what?” Jongho genuinely sounded confused.

“I got really drunk the other night—”

“Y/N, it’s fine. I told you not to worry about it.”

“No! It’s not fine, Jongho,” you shook your head. “I— I came onto you, which was totally not cool of me, and I’m really sorry for that. I don’t like that you’re uncomfortable around me, which is totally valid considering what I did, but like… You’re my best friend, and it’s so weird that we’re avoiding each other like this…”

“Wait… Huh?”

“What?”

“I didn’t think you remembered, which is why I told you to not worry about it,” Jongho explained.

“I mean, I didn’t at first, but then it came rushing back to me like just now at the bar after Yunho told me what I did, and God, I feel awful for doing that to you,” you rambled.

“Why do you feel awful?”

“Because I kissed you without consent…? Isn’t that why you were avoiding me?”

“That… That wasn’t nonconsensual, Y/N…” Jongho started mumbling as the tips of his ears turned red.

“What… Um, what do you mean, Jongho?” you asked in a small voice.

“I mean…”

Jongho pressed his lips together and looked away, his ears turning redder as he ran his fingers through his hair. The guy was embarrassed as fuck, but he still managed to look so attractive that it made your heart, and your cunt, clench hard. He left his hand on the back of his head as he brought his gaze back to you.

“I kissed you back…”

Your jaw dropped slightly. Stammering, you asked, “S-So… What, uh.. What does that mean?”

“That I kissed you because I wanted to. Because I like you. And I was avoiding you because… Well, I didn’t want you to know that I, uh, had feelings… For you…”

Your face erupted into flames. You looked straight down at your lap, your eyes darting back and forth as you tried to make sense of the situation. The two of you were absolutely silent as clouds of embarrassment and slight tension filled the room.

“Wait…” Jongho broke the silence. “So, if you just remembered, then why were you avoiding me?”

“O-Oh… Because…” you forced yourself to get the words out— knowing him, he wouldn’t let you go without a proper explanation, and there was no way you were going to be able to lie to him at that point. Plus, even if you didn’t tell him, Mingi was going to, and it was definitely better that you told him than your dumbass friend.

“Spit it out, Y/N,” Jongho said, his voice breaking you out of your trance.

“Right.. Because I, uh… I had a sex dream about you… And now I can’t… Not see you… In… That… Way…”

And with that, you buried your face in your hands, trying to extinguish the red on your face; you could practically feel steam leaving your ears because of how embarrassed you were.

Jongho, meanwhile, was completely taken aback, but in the best way possible. If you were dreaming about him in that sense, did that mean you liked him back? That the feelings were mutual? That the kiss actually meant something whether you realized it or not?

While you were dying of embarrassment, Jongho hugged you— he thought he was reassuring you, but it only made you more shy and a little turned on feeling the way he hugged you securely to his surprisingly firm yet soft chest (you hugged him all the fucking time, so why you were only noticing it now was a mystery to you). You were so ready to let out a squeal— more like a dying dolphin noise— of embarrassment when you felt him choke down a chuckle and start petting your hair. Goddammit, was he trying to drive you insane?

Luckily, Jongho didn’t push the topic further (yet). The embarrassment slowly died down, and when you felt your heart unclench, you timidly hugged him back, and once you calmed down enough, he let go of you. Then, he fucking made your heart skip a million beats when he brushed your hair out of your face and looked at you with the softest eyes you had ever seen on him. You had seen him with plenty of girlfriends in the past, but this was the first time you had ever seen him display so much affection— and for you, of all people.

At some point, the two of you migrated to his sofa where you were sipping on water on one end of the long sofa and he was sitting in the arm chair next to the sofa like a fucking king. You had to keep your eyes on your water because if you got even the tiniest glimpse of his thighs and the way he was manspreading, you would fully combust.

“Y/N,” Jongho asked, his voice softer than ever.

“Yes!” you sat up attentively. “I-I mean, yeah…?”

You for sure thought Jongho was going to laugh at your actions, but he didn’t. He looked like everything was normal, but his ears were bright red once again.

“So…” he started. “In this dream… What happened?”

You choked on your water. You knew he was going to ask at some point, but you didn’t think he would actually ask you. You set the cup of water down on the coffee table in front of you and sighed softly before explaining the dream to him.

And as you explained your dream to him, Jongho’s face didn’t change in the slightest. He took all of your words in and just kept nodding, making it a little easier for you to tell him. Finally, after you finished retelling your dream— you only told him the dream that started all because God forbid he ever found out about you touching yourself while thinking about him in your dreams— he nodded and said, “Oh, wow… Hopefully, I live up to the way you dream made me out to be… Well, only if you’re okay with that.”

You blinked and froze, the words slowly starting to sink in. Was he asking for consent? Oh my God, did he want to fuck you?!

Without realizing it, you nodded slowly, your body taking over your mind. Then, you whispered, “I’d… I’d like to experience it for real…” giving him the verbal consent that he wanted.

Jongho held out his hand, willing you to hold it. He tugged your hand to make you get up and stand before him, and before you knew it, you were straddling him, your ass pressing against his knees. He was looking up at you with the softest, sparkliest eyes that you’d ever seen on him, making your heart skip a beat but in a way that was different from the way your wet dream version of him did.

With one hand on your back and the other weaving his fingers through your hair, Jongho led your head to meet his, his lips pressing against yours softly. He kissed you slowly, passionately. You were holding onto his shoulders at first, only for you to move your hand to his face and cup his cheek, the kisses deepening, your tongue slipping into his mouth as you felt your body slowly start to heat up.

His hands moved from your hair and back to your thighs, the palms of his hands rubbing against your clothed thighs so slowly and sensually that electricity zapped through all of your nerves. He let out little gasps and groans in between your kisses, his fingers pressing into your thighs when you tugged upwards on his lower lip.

Jongho was a lot more calculative with his actions in real life than in your dreams. His hands trailed from your thighs to around your butt, only to rest on the small of your back, his fingers teasing you by tugging at the waistband of your pants but not actually moving them down. You whined lightly against his lips, your hands gripping the collar of his jean jacket to get him to stop teasing you and start stripping both you and him down.

What sold him on moving faster was not the threat of your grip, but the way you were rolling your hips into him, the slightest movement making the bulge in his pants grow bigger and tighter; and it certainly did not help when you ran your fingers along his neck, one finger lingering on the little mole on his neck.

His intensity increased immediately. His hands went under your thighs and shifted you so that you were straddling only one of his thighs. He pushed down on your waist so that you were fully sitting on his thigh before running his hands up your shirt, his fingers brushing along the sensitive spots on your back.

The two of you only stopped kissing when you forced him to take off his jacket and when he helped you get out of your shirt, his eyes scanning your body as you tossed the shirt to the side.

“W-What? What is it?” you whispered, suddenly self-conscious and slightly reluctant to take your bra off.

“You’re stunning, Y/N,” he breathed out, his hands tracing the curve of your waist.

The compliment made you all sorts of shy all over again, making you bury your face in the nook of his neck. Jongho used that opportunity to unhook your bra, the straps slipping off your shoulders the second the band released. You ended up slipping the bra off, leaving your entire torso exposed. You felt the blush on your face get more intense when his hands and lips roamed your body, the man’s eyelashes fluttering as he left tiny, soft kisses along your skin.

Your hips resumed rolling, your clothed cunt rubbing along his thigh as his hands cupped and clutched your breasts. His hands kneaded your breasts continuously as he left little pink marks along your collarbone, chest, cleavage; and finally, when his mouth found your nipples, his hands moved back to your ass and held the underside of your ass securely as he sucked and nibbled on your tit.

“Jongho!” you cried as you flung your head back. “I— Angh— I—!”

You couldn’t form a single thought the second he started moving the waistband of your pants down. The only thing you could do was forcibly move his head up so that he was forced to look into your eyes, his dark hair covering his sparkling eyes slightly.

“I want you to fuck me already,” you whispered— more like whimpered— while grasping the collar of his shirt.

Wordlessly and effortlessly, Jongho stood up with you in his arms, your legs automatically wrapping around him as he carried you to his bedroom. He laid you down on his bed gently before starting to slowly remove his own clothes.

It was dark in his room, but thanks to the moonlight and the lights from the city, you were able to see his muscles and toned body reveal themselves as the clothes came off, and when he took off his pants, you saw that his cock, his girthy cock, was impatient and ready to go— you couldn’t even imagine the amount of self-restraint he was using if his cock was that red and angry.

Jongho turned to his nightstand and produced a condom. He tore the packet open and tossed it somewhere before rolling the condom on and getting on the bed next to you.

“C’mere,” he whispered as he laid down.

Soon, you were straddling him once more, your wet cunt hovering above his erect cock. At first, you thought he was going to ask you to ride him, but instead, he pulled your arms down so that you were essentially pinning him down, his lips making contact with yours as your chest pressed against his. His fingers ran through your hair and held the back of your head as he pushed your face closer to his, allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth.

You were so distracted by his tongue dancing with yours that you didn’t even realize his hands moved to your ass and his cock, lining up your entrance with the tip before pushing you down slowly, the girth of his cock spreading you so wide that you thought you were going to tear.

You cried against his mouth as he filled you up, your ass pressing against his thighs as he remained still inside you. Your walls clenched tightly around his fat cock, making him sharply inhale in between kisses, a little grunt escaping him shortly thereafter.

After a couple of seconds, you were able to relax your pussy just enough to start moving comfortably, your ass slapping his waist lightly as you moved your waist up and down. You moved slowly and gently at first as you moaned against Jongho’s lips, your chest rubbing against his, your nipples getting more sore by the second.

But, you were going a little too slow for the man underneath you. His hands, still on your ass, held onto you tightly as his waist jerked upwards. Your ass slapped against his waist so hard that the sound echoed in the room, and it felt so fucking good that your lips left Jongho’s so you could cry out in pleasure.

Jongho wanted to hear those cries more, so he continued to ram his waist upwards, and as he did so, he moved your ass so that he was continuously rubbing against your G-spot, making your orgasm arrive way sooner than you expected. You moaned loudly and dropped your head into the nook of his neck as you came, your cunt creaming around his dick.

You were panting heavily as Jongho sat up, his cock still deep inside you. Yet, he didn’t move. You remained seated on his lap as he gave you a second to recover and blink the stars out of your eyes as he moved his lips to your neck, peppering small kisses along your soft skin. His arms wrapped around you, his fingers pressing lightly into your waist and back, his nails tickling you ever so slightly. You rested your arms on his shoulders and let out euphoric sighs as he kissed you all over, leaving the occasional pink mark on your skin as he worked his way around the blank canvas of your body.

He started leaning into you the more he kissed you until he had you pinned to the bed. He was hovering above you when your back settled into the mattress, his hands laid flat right above your shoulders. The two of you just stared at each other, your mouths slightly open as you breathed in unison. Jongho’s hair was covering his eyes slightly, but you could still see them sparkle as he gazed into your eyes. His soft touch brushed against your temple as he moved your hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear before cupping your face and kissing your lips lightly, a small smile appearing on his face.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and brought him closer to you, your lips yearning for him to kiss you more deeply, more passionately; and your waist shifted slightly and impatiently as you waited for him to fuck you. The second he locked lips with you again, his hips gyrated into yours, the light slaps of your waist meeting his filling the room.

Jongho’s pace slowly started speeding up, and the intensity of his thrusts increased exponentially as your cunt started taking the shape of his cock. Your insides started heating up to the point where you thought the friction was going to start a fire within you, and every time his waist rammed into yours with a satisfying slap, you let out a gasp mixed with a moan, your head pushing back further into the mattress.

Your legs wrapped around his waist completely, allowing him to thrust even faster into you. Jongho kept gasping your name softly as his orgasm neared, the melodic sound of your name leaving his lips making your body tingle all over and your toes curl. You hugged him even closer to you so that his chest was against yours and his nose was rubbing against the crook of your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” Jongho gasped as you clenched around him.

You bit your lower lip and nodded, stars reappearing in your vision. Just seeing you bite your lower lip was enough for him. Jongho snapped his hips into yours with such force that made you cum hard, your walls fluttering as your arousal squirted out. Jongho, meanwhile, also came, his cock twitching as his cum filled the condom.

As you recovered from your high, Jongho pulled out and removed the condom before stroking himself a couple more times, ropes of cum decorating your torso as he finished completely on you, a groan of pleasure and relief rumbling in his chest. Then, wordlessly, he got off the bed and disappeared into his apartment.

You were able to push yourself up by the time Jongho returned with towels and water. He handed you the glass, and you took tiny sips of the water as you watched him wipe you down.

“Tell me something,” he said to you. “Was that as good as your dream?”

Jongho looked up at you as he waited for you to respond. So, you cupped his face and led him towards you to leave a lingering kiss on his lips.

“No, it was better.”

You thought you would be waking up from another dream, but no. This time, when you woke up, you woke up to see your best friend’s sleeping face right in front of yours, his soft features relaxed and beautiful. He looked so peaceful, so pretty while sleeping that it kind of made you jealous that he could look like fucking Sleeping Beauty.

You shifted slightly, immediately making the sleeping man hug you closer to his bare chest, his soft skin making you shiver slightly. And when you felt his gentle exhale flit past your ear before he buried his nose in your hair, every single nerve in your body tingled happily.

As Jongho continued to sleep, you observed him, your eyes landing on the little freckle on his neck. You absentmindedly traced your nail along it lightly, tickling him and subsequently waking him up.

“Mmm, good morning,” he uttered, his low morning voice echoing in your ear.

You’d had many sleepovers with him in the past, and you’d heard his morning voice many, many times in the past, but having him talk right into your ear like that was too sexy, too stimulating for you that early in the morning, your heart and cunt fluttering.

“Good morning, Jongho,” you whispered back.

Hugging you even closer, Jongho let out a happy exhale before leaving the faintest of kisses on your temple, making your heart skip and making you realize that you were falling for him.

But he didn’t need to know that. Not yet, anyway.

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Under the Surface

Pairing: Aonung x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, aged-up (18+), sex in the ocean, first time, tail shenanigan, breeding kink, planning the future, kissing, size difference, cunnilingus, growling

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: Commissioned fic. It was fun working on it. Again the characters are all 18+ here, as they are in anything I write.

Tonight was an exciting night, Aonung asked you out for a midnight swim, which probably meant he had something important to talk about, he’s not one to hold his words back usually. You were very interested in what he had to say to you.

When you approached the shore he was already in the water, happily doing dives, twists and turns beneath the water.

“I was beginning to think you wouldn't show.” His toothy smile sent a pleasant shiver down your back, “What took you so long, seashell?”

“Some of us don’t have perfect eyesight in the dark Ao. What did you want at this time of-” Your words stopped in your throat as you got a better look at him. Now that you were right at the rocks you could see that not only was he already in the sea but he was also butt naked, his clothes thrown across the rocks. You have seen him naked a few times before but not while skinny dipping.

“What’s wrong?” He didn’t seem fazed at all. “Won’t you join me? The water feels amazing.” He dove back down, swimming to the very bottom before nodding at you to get in.

You looked around, making sure you were completely alone before you started taking your clothes off bit by bit, neatly folding it over each other and next to Aonung’s. The water did feel nice, very refreshing in this current warm weather. But... if this is going where you think it is then you’re gonna get warmed up pretty soon.

“You left the necklace I made for you.” Aonung surfaced in front of you when you got a little bit deeper, his frame towering over yours, your head barely getting to his chest. The water dripped down his muscles, his arms rubbing against your shoulders, “Thank you for coming here tonight.”

“Of course I would. Although this is a little more then I was expecting.” Your voice trembled and not from being in the water.

“I am full of surprises seashell.” His finger gently tilted your chin upwards and captured your lips with his, his other hand wrapping around your back, holding you against him. Even in the cool water you could feel how hot his cock was when it pressed against your stomach. “The ceremony will be merely a formality but I’d like to mate with you tonight, on the anniversary of our courtship.” So that’s why he asked you here. How romantic. Then again you expected nothing less from him, he might be very rough around the edges but he has a heart of gold.

“Is that alright? What if your parents find out?”

He rolled his eyes, “My mother is already asking about us having babies, I’m sure she won’t have anything against us starting a little early. And my father well... he’s already given me a lot of talks about being a responsible mate so I think he thinks we’re already doing it.”

“Oh. Babies? Uhm... are we even, you know... compatible? With me being a human and all.” Your voice got a little quieter as you traced your hands over his thick forearms, feeling his wet skin.

“There’s only one way to find out.” Aonung grinned, his cock giving a happy twitch between you, “Of course I could pull out if you wish.”

“No!” You shouted, much to his amusement, his brow quirking at you knowingly, “You don’t have to.” Shit, you could feel your face burning, make you should dive below to cool off, “If you don’t want to. I don’t mind if you don’t.”

Aonung nodded slowly, his tail wrapping around your hips and pulling you further into the water until you were both floating beneath the starry sky. He traced the outline of the shell on your necklace. You thought he was going for a kiss when he leaned in, instead he rubbed his cheek against yours, his lips faintly passing against your ear, your legs knocking against his.

Then came the kiss, soft, salty and with just a bit of lust mixed in. You moaned into his mouth as you tilted your head to the side, Aonung following your lead, not wanting to be apart from you.

His cock still pulsed against your skin, knocking forward, rubbing against you, sending liquid heat bolting between your thighs. It was you who broke the kiss, breathless and panting against his chest.

“Still can’t beat me.” He chuckled and gloated.

“I don’t have your lung capacity you big jerk.” You slammed your fist against his chest, feeling it rumble with laughter.

“Shame. I guess you won’t be able to return the favor then.” You looked up at him with a puzzled expression. He only winked as he sunk back under the waives, his hands trailing down to your hips. After he looked up at you one more time you realized what his intention was, not a moment after you felt his warm tongue parting your folds.

On reflex you clenched your legs together. Aonung’s laughed vibrated against your pussy, unbothered by the extra pressure. He closed his eyes in bliss and continued to explore you from below, alternating between slow and soft and fast and wild licks.

When he finally surfaced it was hard to tell how much wetness was from you and how much was from the water, regardless the display left you shaking and unbelievably horny.

“You show off.” You panted, grateful for his hands and the sea for keeping you afloat. The head of his cock running white with pre-cum, staining the water, “Making the ocean saltier I see.” You smiled at him, your hand rubbing over the broad head, feeling how it reacted to your touch with leaking more cum. “So how do we do this?”

“Leave that to me seashell.” Aonung flexed his muscles as he pushed you closer with his tail and picked you up, “Wrap your legs around me, it’ll make it easier for you if we’re like this.” You were cold for the few seconds your body was lifted up from the water, quickly pressed back against his, “Alright, I’m just gonna slide the tip in. Tell me how it feels okay?”

“Yeah, okay. I trust you.” You draped your arms around his shoulder, tracing the familiar patterns of his markings.

Fuck he was wide, and long. Just the tip being in was already making you feel filled. Your cunt squeezed and relaxed around him, the water certainly helping matters a little, “Can I go on?” His voice was deeper then before, his fangs in full display and fingers pressing into your thighs with more force.

“A little more should be good.” He nodded quickly, in contrast to his slow thrusting, in and out until he was a little over half way in. There was no more room. He blinked and looked down, seeing how much of his cock was left, snarling in dissatisfaction. You never heard him make a noise like that, it made your pussy positively vibrate around him.

“Fuck, are you trying to make me lose it?” He burred his face into your shoulder, gently beginning to rock you up and down on his cock. “I’ve never felt anything so wonderful. You’re warm, slippery, tight, taking all that you can. I might not be able to pull out after all.” Both of you reacted simultaneously, “I might breed you right now.” He dragged his tongue up your throat, voice getting progressively more rumbly.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

His hips rolled forward a little too hard, his tail thumping above the surface making a splash.

“You’d let me do that? But what about what you said earlier?” He pulled back to look at your face, looking for any signs of doubt or you wanting him to stop before this gets out of hand.

“It’s like you said, we won’t know unless we try. And you, this, our love, its making me want to try Aonung.” You cupped his face and pulled him into a slow, loving kiss. “Can you do that for me, can you give me your all?”

“I can!” His cock pulsed with need, hands leaving marks on your thighs from how hard he was gripping them now, “I will.” His voice got deeper again, his hard chest vibrate against your soft breasts.

He thrust his cock in with force, the waves rippling and crashing around the two of you. You started to match his pace, your hands fisting into his hair, your moans barely silenced against his shoulder. You wanted more of his cock, more of him, in any way you could get. So you decided to do the only thing you knew that would make him feel closer, you pulled at his ponytail.

Aonung roared into your ear, his movements erratic, breathing fast and deep to match his thrusts.

Seems like he liked that a lot. You did it again, this time while clenching your pussy around him just as he pulled out. He made the sound again, a little closer to a growl. If you weren’t in the water you could surely hear his hips and balls slapping against you.

“Can’t hold back anymore. I’m gonna come into you hard yeah? Breed your pretty pussy until you smell like my cum.” He delivered on his words a few thrusts later, his sticky, hot cum flooding your womb, flowing out around you, which only made Aonung more determined and shoot out more. “Take it, take it all my love, all my cum, all of it, it’s all for you!”

You nodded, huffing and moaning and kissing his neck as your own orgasm hit you like a rock, you threw your head back and looked up at the night sky with glossy eyes.

His tail wrapped all the way around you two, holding you close until the aftershocks faded, the waves gently rocking you from side to side.

“I love you so much. I can’t wait to be your mate.” You skimmed your lips against his neck, where you knew you would leave your bite on your wedding night.

“I can’t wait either. I’ll make you the happiest woman alive, I promise.” His voice was back to his normal tone, his promise lightly bitten against your shoulder.

Oh, he really couldn’t wait.

#avatar x reader #avatar x female reader #avatar x you #aonung x reader #aonung imagine #aonung smut #avatar smut #the way of water #avatar the way of water #avatar fanfiction #twow #avatar twow

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writemekpop · 10 months

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Hot and Bothered | Huang Renjun

Summary: Normally, you and Renjun can't keep your hands off each other. But tonight, he's acting strange...

Genre: Established relationship AU, boyfriend! Renjun, fluff

Word Count: 0.5k

You and Renjun piled through the door of your apartment. You were both sweaty from clubbing all night.

Renjun’s chestnut hair was sticking out in all directions, and his shirt was half open, exposing firm brown abs. You had a sparkly pink flower garland around your neck.

Renjun collapsed on the bed, limbs spread everywhere. His skin gleamed with sweat.

You caught sight of his delicious muscles. Suddenly, you couldn’t keep your hands off him.

You crawled onto the bed, straddling him, and kissed him feverishly. Renjun began kissing you back, with just as much passion, intertwining his fingers in your hair – but then he stopped.

Renjun pulled away, rolling to one side and rubbing one arm. “Actually, I’m, uh- kind of tired,” he said.

Only, from the way he wouldn’t meet your eye, you had a feeling it was something more.

“Are you sure?” You chuckled, running your fingers through his hair. “You’re the one who said that 2AM is early.”

Renjun quickly glanced at you, then looked away. “Let’s just go to bed.”

Renjun flicked off the lamp. Then he crawled under the duvet and turned away from you. You could just make out the slender curve of Renjun’s shoulders in the moonlight.

Renjun’s rejection stung like a slap. Why was he not into you? Was it because your hair was a mess and your make up was smudged? You frowned.

Renjun buried his head in his hands, groaning. “You’re gonna laugh at me!”

Placing a tentative hand on Renjun’s shoulder, you said. “Junnie, you can talk to me. Is everything okay?”

“Fine,” he said. “I’m… afraid that I… don’t smell the best.”

“I’m not,” you promised.

Renjun roared. “You said you wouldn’t laugh!”

A startled laugh left your lips. “That’s all?” You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding. Renjun wasn’t judging you, he was insecure about himself!

“I’m not laughing at you, I just can’t believe you’d even think about that!”

You squeezed Renjun in your arms. The scent of his sweat was magic to you – sweet, salty and utterly Renjun.

“Your smell… is the sexiest thing about you,” you said. “And anyway, I would kiss you even if you were covered in mud, you hadn’t showered in three weeks-“

“I get the point!” Renjun said. He peeked at you, and you both started laughing.

As you calmed down, you realised that Renjun was staring at you with that serious yet playful look you knew meant he was turned on.

“So, my sweat’s sexy, huh?” Renjun murmured.

He leaned in and kissed you so deeply that you realised that before, he had been holding back. You were stunned. The kiss made you dizzy.

“Do that again,” you said as soon as you could breathe again.

Renjun grinned. “Don’t worry, I won’t stop until we work up a sweat again.”

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keeryscharm · 3 months

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Devil At The Drive-In

Title: Devil At The Drive-In

Pairing: Gator Tillman x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Gator are on a date at the drive-in but his thoughts aren’t on the movie

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), naive!reader, virgin!reader, mentions of dub-con, mentions of pregnancy, breeding kink

Notes: I originally wrote and shared this fic on a now deleted account. I don’t think it’s still out there, but if it is, I’m the original author. This is just a slightly reworked repost. Also, I don’t have a proof reader, so please be gentle.

“Gator, stop!” you giggle, scrunching down in your seat as your boyfriend presses his face into the crook of your neck, peppering the sensitive skin with a series of rapid-fire kisses. Holding your bag of drive-in popcorn in one hand, you playfully bat at Gator’s chest with the other. “Watch the movie, silly boy”

With a grunt, a dejected Gator slides back to his side of the backseat before reaching for his large cup of Mountain Dew. This is the second time tonight his advances have been thwarted and the movie isn’t even half finished. For once the young deputy is starting to doubt himself.

The drive-in had been Gator’s idea, of course, as were all your dates. He never asked your input, knowing you’d agree to whatever he chose. Why wouldn’t you? He was a catch. Probably the catch of the town. A deputy, the sheriff’s son, strong and driven. A real man. Of course, he’d hung around the store you work at for nearly a weak, falsely claiming shoplifting was on the rise in the area, before finally getting the courage to ask you out for coffee. But that wasn’t important. What was important was, despite the brief time you’ve been together, Gator is certain you are the one for him. You’re pretty, sweet, loyal, and, thankfully, naive as hell.

You always listen wide-eyed to his stories about life as a small town cop, believing every embellished word that falls from his lips. “You’re so brave”, you’ve said more than once, awe dripping from your voice. You spend your lunch breaks bringing him a homemade lunch, barely having time for two bites of your own, because he lied that all the officers’ wives and girlfriends did the same. Gator had no doubt you were the one he wanted and now he was ready to lock it down.

For most men in the town committing to a woman involved a trip to the fancy jewelry store one town over and trading two months of salary for a sparkling engagement ring. For the less traditional men it means shopping for a home together, ring or not. To Gator Tillman it means only one thing - getting you pregnant. He wants you walking down the aisle with his baby inside you and not a chance in hell of ever being free. You’ll quit your job, close out your bank account, and be completely dependent on him just as God intended. His little housewife, scurrying around the house each morning as you hurriedly cook his breakfast and iron his uniform, your big, round belly leading the way.

As a boy Gator had heard his father lecture on the “sinful nature” of the local drive-in. The crumbling parking lot was practically a relic even then, but still, his father warned of how easy it was for a woman to give into a man during a drive-in movie. Drive-ins allowed cars to become bedrooms on wheels, Roy proclaimed to the young men who were gullible enough to listen, tempting even the most virtuous woman to give away her precious flower in the heat of the moment.

Now, casting a sideways glance to watch you reach for a piece of salty popcorn from the greasy paper bag, quickly licking it with the tip of your tongue before sliding it between your glossed lips, Gator is sure his dad is full of shit. He’d got further with you the night of the county fair, when he’d won you not one but two stuffed animals, and you’d let him grind against you until you became convinced you were going too far and frantically begged him to stop.

As Gator pretends to give a damn about the sappy romance film playing on the large screen, his mind wanders to how he had intended for the night to go. A far more interesting film begins playing in his mind.

“Gator”, you pant, lips wet with saliva, your naked breasts heaving. “We shouldn’t. I - I want to save myself.” Staring down at your concerned face in the dim glow of the drive-in screen, gaze unwavering, Gator’s fingers continue their assault of your clit. “Shhhh, it’s okay. You were saving it for me, y/n. The man you’re meant to be with, right? To marry? Baby, I’m here. You’re mine. Just trust me” He pulls back just long enough to free his cock from his underwear and doesn’t even try to hide his wolfish grin as your eyes widen. “You like what you see, sugar? Think you can take all this?” He pumps his length twice. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it fit”

Gator runs a hand up over his face, skimming his slicked back hair, before shifting uncomfortably in his seat. The stirring in his pants is not easily ignored but his thoughts are not deterred.

“Oh my god, Gator!” you mew. Your nails leave trails of angry red lines down his back, making him curse and hiss in painful pleasure. Your face is screwed up in obvious discomfort, makeup running, as your virgin cunt struggles to take his generous sized cock, but you clearly don’t want him to stop anytime soon. Squeezing your face, Gator coos condescendingly, mouth hovering over yours. “You like being so full of me, princess? I bet you’re glad you waited for a real man, huh? Gonna wanna fuck all the time now, I bet. Always gonna want it raw like this so you can really feel me” Half nodding, half tugged downward by Gator’s hand, you shake your head in agreement.

Gator’s cock is straining against his jeans, now achingly hard. He masks a groan with a cough as he squeezes himself through the denim. No matter how invested you are in the movie you’re sure to soon notice your boyfriend’s raging hard-on. And yet the thoughts roll on. He thinks of all the places he can fuck you after he’s got you addicted to his cock. You straddling his lap and riding him in the back of his patrol car. In his bed while his father is at home, clasping his hand tightly over your mouth. Maybe he’ll show up when it’s your night to close up after work and bend you over the counter. He’ll take you wherever he can, as many times as he can, until he’s sure he’s knocked you up. He sees that day so clearly in his mind.

“Gator, I - I have to tell you something. Um…” Your eyes are clearly red from crying. “I’m pregnant” You say the words like they should be a surprise, as if your boyfriend hasn’t been constantly fucking your brains out and telling you not to worry your pretty head about birth control. Even now you look so damn innocent. “My sweet girl”, Gator whispers, pulling you against his chest, placing a hand under your chin to make you meet his gaze. “This just means we have to have that wedding a little sooner, that’s all. Don’t you worry, I’m gonna take care of you” His hand rests on your belly. “I’m gonna take care of both of you”.

“Really? You’re not mad?” Your tear-stained face lights up in obvious relief. So. Fucking. Cute.

“Of course not, y/n! I’ll even go with you tomorrow to hand in your two week notice”

“Oh, I don’t have to quit, Gator. I can -“

“Easy, sugar, let me handle everything, okay? You don’t wanna stress the baby, do you?”

A throaty groan escapes Gator at the thought of accomplishing his goal and this time it catches your attention. When you ask if he’s alright the concern in your voice is so genuine Gator can’t control himself. In one quick motion he grabs your hand and presses it to his erection. A gasp and a soft, surprised whisper. “Gator…”

“You feel that, baby? That’s all because of you. That’s what you do to me. You gonna take care of it for me? Let me make you feel good so I can feel good too?” He punctuates the last word by forcing your hand to squeeze his hard-on. A moment later you shyly nod, leaning forward to offer your slightly parted mouth. Gator’s kiss is all tongue and teeth.

“I’m gonna take care of you, y/n”, he moans into your mouth, gently pushing you down on to your back. “Just trust me, baby”

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undersero · 5 months

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Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x GN!Reader

Contains: idiots in love, unclear relationship label, lots of cute stuff, sleepy Zoro.

Word count: 731

Author’s note: Hope this gives you the fuzzy cutesy feelies. Banner by @/cafekitsune

Exhaustion and unease settles heavily onto Zoro’s bones and his body sags with the weight of it all. Discomfort burrows so feely into his chest as he tries yet again to get comfortable, but it’s all for naught.

Tonight, sleep escapes him.

With a frustrated huff, he sits up and swings his legs over the side of the hammock. His feet carry him toward the door, up the stairs, and onto the deck where his hair is rustled by a salty breeze. It’s cool here, and quiet, and easier to breathe than it was inside.

Zoro paces to the railing where he leans forward, resting his weight on his forearms. The sea beneath the Going Merry flashes from inky black to vibrant cerulean as it reflects the moon’s light. Waves rhythmically and gently slap against the side of the ship.

Of all the times, Zoro thinks, why can’t he sleep now? Things are quiet and calm. The temperature couldn’t be more perfect and his body couldn’t be more exhausted and in need of precious rest. Annoyance builds in his chest, bubbling up and bloating out with the presence of the discomfort already lodged there.

Under the moon and the stars, Zoro realizes with a jolt that he feels creaky, old, as his body feels soreness and tension from his waking activities. There’s a knot between his shoulder blades that feels big enough to wear Luffy’s straw hat. His elbows ache and his hips feel misaligned.

Zoro closes his eyes against the breeze and sighs as he holds the position long after the breeze dies. The mast calms moments later, and then- his eyes snap open.

One thing is more appealing than sleep. Just one. Without further thought, Zoro turns on his heel to get what he needs.

You’re precisely where he knew you’d be. The blanket snugly wraps around your body and your breathing is slow and even. He’s silent as he closes your door and crosses the room, allowing soft warmth to bloom through his chest and warm his neck and cheeks.

Zoro toes his shoes off before climbing into the bed. The soft mattress sinks with his weight, but he’s quick to adjust himself so it isn’t too drastic. He’s on his side, elbow holding most of his weight as he uses his other hand to gently rub your side. He doesn’t want to wake you, but he doesn’t want to startle you either.

Like you always do, you sigh in your sleep and respond to his touch, just a little. Your hand seeks his as you lean toward the warmth coming from his body.

A smile tugs at his lips, dimpling his cheek. Slowly, he lowers himself onto your body, laying his head on your chest, broad shoulders covering your frame.

“I wondered when you’d come in,” you murmur as your arms close around his shoulders.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” Zoro says, feeling guilt in the pit of his stomach.

“I know,” you say easily, massaging the knot between his shoulder blades. A relieved groan escapes him. “It’s okay.”

Zoro melts into your touch. Slowly, the discomfort in his torso eases away as he’s pulled deeper into your embrace and closer to sleep.

“You’re dangerous,” he whispers, words slurred in his comfort in a way that almost sounds like purring.

“How?”

“I let my guard down with you.”

His words are matter of fact, even if he’s halfway to dreamland. You absorb them for a moment and don’t speak until the warmth of their meaning has faded from your cheeks.

“I’m not sorry about that,” you tell him, giving him a squeeze. “I like it this way.”

Zoro is so quiet for so long that you think he’s finally fallen asleep.

“I do too,” he mumbles into your shirt.

This is something to protect, whatever this is, whatever kind of relationship you have with Zoro. It’s precious, knowing that Zoro seeks you for comfort and knowing that he can let his guard down in your presence. You see a side of him the world does not; a side that most of the crew doesn’t even get to see.

But you do. You get to see him in the comfort of laying on your chest, having seeked you out on his own.

To be his comfort, you think, may just be more precious than the One Piece.

#Roronoa Zoro #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro fluff #one piece fluff

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wroteclassicaly · 1 year

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Warnings: Slight language, smut, thigh riding, touching, NSFW, and fluff!

A/N: Brief blurb that is based on tonight’s mood! I love y’all! ❤️💘

You’d become accustomed to feeling bad as the start of the week approached. It meant less sleep, more time at work, no free hours for working on the house or catching up with your friends. And most importantly, it meant that seeing Eddie wouldn’t be as frequent as those Saturday mornings you spent with him, forgetting the entire world existed and only he remained with you. This week’s promise, however, overwhelms you and you leave that part out as you kiss your boyfriend goodnight and flip over, tugging the sheets until they rest over your cheek. The wind outside picks some fall leaves into its breeze, bringing them into slight whips against the window beside your shared bed.

With the lights off and the trailer quiet, you do nothing but stare at the Corroded Coffin logo in your sights, tears gathering over your sclera, ultimately blurring it. You’re disappointed with yourself, knowing you’ll be barely conscious during your shift tomorrow if you don’t get some sleep, but you can’t fathom it. Everything weighs you down into the bed, making you shift in discomfort, restless and agitated.

“Sweetheart, why are you still awake?” Eddie’s rasp is slightly slumbering, on the cusp of a full blown sleep. You’re brimmed with guilt, furthering it by attempting to lie.

“M’ fine, baby. Just go to sleep, okay?”

You berate yourself for the crack in your voice that Eddie immediately picks up on. He reaches to you and grips your side, pinching the fabric of your t-shirt between his fingers, and he tugs on you, rolling you onto your side and scooping you into his chest. Even through the darkness that’s blanketing the bedroom, you can still see his chocolate eyes wide with concern. He’s patient, calloused thumb brushing along your jawline. There’s simply silence for a few moments, a comfortable one that’s all you and Eddie.

“I’m overwhelmed. I don’t want to deal with this week. It’s shit already.” You give him.

“And you neglected to tell me this before you got yourself worked up, princess?”

“Eddie,” you sigh. “I’m not worked up (total lie), this is just me being frustrated.”

“So being completely ‘overwhelmed’ isn’t a big deal? I call total and utter bullshit.” His tone isn’t tense, just bordering on that stern fondness he carries when you fib to him—albeit—small.

“Eddie, please…” Fuck, you did not mean to let that sniffling whimper slip.

“Shit,” he’s more prone to finding your skin and touching you, bringing you impossibly closer as he speaks. “Baby, are you crying?”

He fumbles behind him for the bedside table lamp, switching it on. His curls are frizzy from his pillow, his chain the singular piece of jewelry he’s wearing to bed tonight, laying across his inked chest. The sheets pool around his boxer clad waist as he settles with his back to the headboard, doe eyed and reaching for you. “Come here, talk to me.”

You nearly climb into his lap, folding your body into his slender frame and letting your emotions run through your system. Eddie rubs your back through it, pressing kisses across the expanse of your head.

“Don’t wanna be away from you so much. I can’t fucking stand it.” You’re choking on the words, cheekbones raw with the salty moisture.

Eddie rears back a bit, wiping away your tears with a look of finality. He’s apparently formulating an idea, one that is fed off your body language. You’re unbelievably clingy, touching his tattoos, tracing their glossy lines with your fingertips, flicking his pick chain. Your breathing has begun to accelerate, both from the nerves and the need. Eddie finds your mouth and captures it with a sloppily executed kiss.

He digs his palms into the meat of your thighs, dragging you into a straddle over his hairy leg. Pushing you down into a sitting position on his thigh, he uses his leg muscles to give a slight roll. You whine and take his offered hands, fingers lacing together. “Eds.”

“I know, sweetheart. Take what you need tonight, yeah?”

Eddie isn’t surprised to find your panties have dampened when he presses his pointer finger into the fabric, dragging the seam across your cunt. “Look at you. So needy and perfect for me. Let’s get these out of the way so we can take care of you.”

~*~

Your entire nightly ensemble ended up on the floor, Eddie’s hands using your tits as guiding leverage as he helped move your soaking wet pussy across his thigh. His skin is completely soaked in your shine, your clit sticky against him. He wants his mouth on you, his tongue in you. But for now, this is all about you. He whispers praises that caress the shell of your ear, making your nipples harden against his hands from the stimulation his hot breath brings.

“That’s my sweet and good girl. You like rubbing your little pussy all over my thigh? Making a real mess of me?”

You nod, edging closer to your orgasm, those tears finding you again—this time in the best of ways. Eddie beckons you, one hand filtering underneath your chin. “That’s it. I’ve got you, you’re gonna be okay. Don’t rush yourself. Take me nice and easy.”

He nudges your nose with his own, his free hand stroking your cheek, pressing your lips into his, breaking away seconds later for you to breathe through the tightening in your abdomen. “Eddie…” You’re warning him, shy, vulnerable, geared to go.

He nips at your earlobe and releases. “S’ okay, I want you to. Cum on me, sweetheart.”

Eddie dips his hand between your thighs, parting your labia and gliding his thumb pad alongside your clit, helping you. Whether it’s the vulnerability of tonight, or the position, you come harder than you have in a while, vision whiting out and legs closing around his thigh and hand. He works his wrist to help you ride out the wave, his other hand leaving your breast and cupping the back of your neck, pushing your forehead against his. He watches you as you watch him, spit-slick lips barely touching by the time you calm down, collapsing into your senses and into your partner. He’s extremely hard beneath you, automatically brushing off your advances to help him after you catch your breath.

“This wasn’t about me. I was taking care of you, you got that?” He taps your temple, smiling thay Eddie-soft grin.

“I love you.” You seek his plush mouth out once more, kissing each corner, leaving your worries behind and pouring out all of your affection.

Breaking away, Eddie pecks your nose. “Talk to me next time something—anything—is wrong. Or there will be lots of talking coming from me, and in the lecturing variety.”

“Eddie Munson, I could listen to you talk for hours.”

~*~

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hallietblr · 10 months

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A dating Jeremiah fic?

loving you is so easy | j.fisher x reader

a/n: thank you so much for the request!! i hope my writing meets the expectations for what’ll be like to date jeremiah!

warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption

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dating jeremiah is like waking up and feeling fully rested after weeks of exhaustion. he’s fun and dating him is a constant adventure. there’s never a dull moment between us two. we’re always up to something whether it be driving in the middle of the night with all windows down or it’ll be us snuggling on the couch and giggling with one another.

i lay on my stomach on the smooth surfboard as i feel the waves beneath me sway the board. the salty water from my hair was dripping down my face and the sun was hot on my back.

“are you sure this is a good idea?” i ask jeremiah nervously as he climbs onto the board with me. we both carefully adjust ourselves so we’re both seated,

he shrugs, “probably not but do you trust me? i think it’ll be fun”

“if you say so!” i laugh, he tells me to start paddling and swim we’re both standing on the surfboard together.

it’s extremely unsteady as we both wobble, attempting to keep our balance. but within seconds, we’re both in the ocean. i swim to the surface and burst into a fit of laughter,

“that had to be one of the dumbest things weve done” i tell him as he swims the surfboard towards me, “i can’t believe we were even able to stand on it.”

“makes for a good story though!” he grins before kissing my lips.

dating jeremiah shows me a new sort of love that i never knew existed. after a failed situationship after another, i remember there being a point in my life where i felt like i was unlovable. until i met the curly headed boy. he is loud and proud about us dating, making sure that the whole world knows that we’re together — he never hides it and it’s refreshing.

big, big house parties were never my thing. i was always more of a chill at home with a few friends kind of person rather than going to a huge party. i’m not really sure why but something about being in a small house packed of sweaty and drunk teenagers doesn’t seem very fun to me.

my boyfriend, jeremiah, on the other hand absolutely loves them. he has always been a social butterfly and he loves any opportunity to hang out with new people.

i never really care whenever he goes to parties without me, i trust him. he never pushes me to go to these events either because he knows that i’m not comfortable in these settings. some how today, he convinced me to go.

“come on, baby,” he pleas, “it’ll be fun!”

i shrug, folding up my throw blanket on my half made bed, “i don’t know, jere. you know i’m not big on parties.”

he flops onto my bed and looks up at me with big puppy eyes, “i know babe, but everyone’s been asking to meet you since i talk about you at parties all the time!” he exclaims,

“plus, if you ever feel uncomfortable we can leave right away, no questions asked” jeremiah smiles.

i sigh before nodding my head, “ok fine, only this once though”

he scrambled up and pulls me into a tight hug, spinning us in circles, “god, i love you so much!”

as i got ready for the party, contemplating between a pink or yellow tank top (eventually picking the pink one), i met jeremiah downstairs who was talking to my family.

“you look absolutely gorgeous” he grins, twirling me to get a 360 view, “a goddess.”

my parents awe at the sight before bidding the two of us goodbye as we leave for the party. when we pull up, there’s loud music and talking amongst the tipsy teenagers. jeremiah protectively wraps an arm around my waist as he guides us through the crowd and towards the drinks.

he says hi to a bunch of people we pass by, “oh hey man, this is my girlfriend, y/n” he would proudly say, kissing the top of my head, “isn’t she just the prettiest?”

he opens a drink for me and hands it over before jumping onto the kitchen counter,

“cheers everyone! this one is for my beautiful girlfriend, thank you for coming out tonight, baby! i love you endlessly — have a great night people!” he shouts before hopping off, my face was flushing a bright red before his hands are on my waist.

jeremiah grins at me and pulls me into a passionate kiss in front of everyone. his boys are cheering for us along with some of the girls.

dating jeremiah revealed to me that not all dream-like boyfriends exist only in fiction, but also in real life. he never forgets to message me goodnight, to kiss me goodbye, makes sure that neither of us go to bed upset with the other. jeremiah brings me small gifts that reminded him of me when they’re unexpected. loving him is one of the easiest things i’ve ever done. jeremiah showed me a new sort of love that i never knew existed. he truly is the perfect boyfriend to me and never makes me feel alone. he’s my biggest supporter and is honestly my comfort person.

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mykoreanlove · 6 months

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“Hyung, do you want to go out with us?”

Changbin turned around, giddily shaking his head. “No, Innie, not tonight. I am planning on spending the weekend with my babygirl y/n at home – no phones, no distractions, no nagging executives on my back. Just me, her, good food and a lot of sex!”

“Ewwwww”, the youngest replied in disgust.

“Spare us the details, won’t you?” Seungmin chimed in.

Changbin’s smile grew even wider. He packed his bag and turned around, waving his final goodbye to his band mates. He grabbed his phone and sent you a message.

“Baby, I’m on my way home. I got to stop at the convenience store though. Do you need anything? Ramen? Snacks? Condoms?” He put his phone away laughing – it had been a while since he had been this happy.

The excruciating album promotions were finally over, the tour had not started yet, so he had some time off for himself – even if it was only a weekend. Changbin roamed the aisles of the store grabbing everything in his field of sight: various cups of ramen, sweet snacks, salty snacks, two packs of condoms, ice cream and bright, colorful flowers. He knew how much you loved flowers and he loved nothing more than making you happy. He took his phone out to see if you had replied but there was nothing. He grew a bit insecure but decided to let it go. “She’s probably asleep or something.”

You heard the door open and tried to compose yourself. “Baby, I am home. Come give your Binnie a big, fat kiss!” Your boyfriend’s mood was the entire opposite of your own: cheerful, happy, eager.

But you? You felt angry. You felt fearful. You felt like you were going to rip his head off. Maybe.

“Baby?”

Changbin peeked into the kitchen where you were waiting for him. “Hey.” Your tone was cold, distant even. “Just hey?” “What do you want, a welcome committee?” You snapped at him.

His eyes widened in surprise, unsure what had caused this frosty mood. “You know what? Yes, a welcome committee would be awesome right now. Let me hear it!” He tried to soften the mood by being goofy, hoping to ease the tension that way. “Go ask stay or your female colleagues or something. You seem to have enough fangirls already.” You got off the chair and walked out of the kitchen.

Changbin was flustered. “What the heck?”

He ran after you, grabbing you by the wrist. “Let go of me!” You cried out. “Baby, what is wrong? Why are you acting that way? Is it your blood sugar? Are you hungry? Cause I bought snacks and flowers and-”

“No, I am not hungry. And I don’t want your stupid snacks!” He let go of your wrist, looking bewildered. “What is it then?” You turned around. “It’s nothing, just leave me alone.” He did not – in fact he walked over to you and hugged you from behind. “Y/N, baby, are you on your period or something?”

You lost it. You wriggled yourself out of his strong grip and spat in rage. “Fuck you, Binnie, no! Why would I be on my period when I’m angry? Is that the only acceptable reason? Fuck you!”

“Aha! So you’re mad!” He pointed his index finger at you, catching you in the act of lying. You rolled your eyes at him. “Damn, you spend way too much time with Lee Know, y/n.” You shot him a death stare as a response. “Or Hyunjin, hard to tell right now.”

You walked away from him, trying to calm your nerves. You were acting irresponsible, you knew that. You sat down on the blue couch and took some deep breaths. Changbin followed you into the living room and sat right beside you, drawing small circles on your back.

“Want to tell me why you’re so mad at me?”

You shook your head. “Want me to guess then? Let’s see. Are you mad because I spent way too much time in the studio instead of being with you?” You didn’t react. “That’s not it. Are you mad because I will be gone for weeks leaving you here alone?” Still no reaction. “Also not it. Are you mad at me because I haven’t been to the gym lately? Because I have lost some muscle mass, honestly.” You snorted out laughing. “Aha! You are mad because I’m becoming skinny! Don’t worry baby, I can-”

“Binnie, for fuck’s sake, stop talking nonsense. I am trying to be mad here.” You looked up at him with tears in your eyes. He laid his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. For a moment you just laid on his chest, crying silently while he was placing kisses on the top of your head. “Are you ready to talk about it now? Or do you still need some time to lash out at me?”

You loved his calmness in stressful situations. You loved his calmness and patience with you even more. “I am sorry, Bin.” He placed another kiss on your forehead. “I know, y/n, I know. Now tell me. What’s wrong?” You hated talking about your feelings, you hated showing your vulnerable side but you had to. Otherwise this relationship could never work. “I am not hungry, nor am I on my period. I am… I am just an insecure mess.” His grip around you got tighter as he placed another kiss on your head. “Okay, so?”

You shot your head up, looking at him frantically. “What do you mean okay, so? Bin, honestly? I shouldn’t be your girlfriend. I watched some reels of you dancing with beautiful idols right before you came home and it tore me apart, like a pathetic loser. You looked so good with them – they were practically goddesses! And they were all over you, giggling and touching your muscles and looking at you with heart emoji eyes. And then you come home to me, a mere mortal, who pisses you off because she can’t handle her insecurities!”

Changbin looked at you intensely before his lips turned into a smile. “God, you are so cute y/n!” You tried to push yourself off of him but he held you close, even tighter than before. You felt exposed, you felt like a small worm and here he was making fun of you.

You used your whole body to protest, clenching your fists and hitting against his chest but he barely felt a thing. “Can you stop fighting for a second and listen to me?”

You paused and buried your head in his chest, too embarrassed to look at him. “Y/N, can you look at me? Pretty please?” You shook your head no. Another smile formed on his lips, he was so smitten with you that even your childish antics left him loving you more. “Okay. But can you listen to me?” You nodded.

“I am glad that you’re not hungry nor on your period, baby. And I am glad that you finally decided to tell me what’s going on. It’s true – I’ve been dancing with beautiful idols all morning. But why does that matter? That’s just my job. I meet beautiful people all the time, damn even being in a band with Hyunjin made me think about him in ways I should not have but still? Who has my heart? You do. Only you. It’s human to get insecure from time to time. I do, too! I may be an idol but you are a gorgeous woman and guys are hitting on you all the time! That’s just how it is when two incredibly good-looking people date, don’t you think?”

He stopped his monologue smirking, checking for reactions from you.

None.

“For whatever reason you think that you should not have insecurities. Why though? I think they’re cute. I love it when you’re a bit jealous, it really makes me feel wanted and desired if I’m honest. A little is enough, though. Don’t go through life thinking that you have to be perfect to be with me. No imperfections? No insecurities? Where would be the fun in that, baby?”

Changbin watched you looking up at him with swollen eyes and smeared mascara and in that moment he knew he would love you forever. He placed a tender kiss on your nose and waited for you to say something.

You felt like a giant rock had fallen off of you. Here you were making a scene over nothing and he was as understanding and loving as someone could be. For the first time in your life you could believe that it was enough to be yourself. Changbin really made you feel like you were enough, flaws and all.

“Binnie?” Your voice was barely audible, yet sweet and submissive as opposed to being cold and distant as before. “Yes, babygirl?” You smiled warmly, knowing that you two were good. “Kiss me?” You watched him smirk, clearly appeased with this turn of events. He lowered his head down to yours and kissed you softly, making you forget about anything and anybody. Right now, there was only him and you. Until it wasn’t. Your stomach growled loudly which made sense since you had not eaten anything because of the stress of the last hours. Changbin smiled into the kiss and whispered against your lips: “I knew it. Of course you were hungry, you little liar.”

You broke off the kiss, laughing whole-heartedly at his remark. “Didn’t you say you bought snacks? And… flowers?” You acted innocently, smirking in the cutest way possible. “Oh, so now you want them. Say please y/n!” You placed small kisses along his biceps, making your way up to his neck until you reached his ear. With a very seductive whisper you begged: “Please.”

Changbin shot off the couch, carrying you in his strong arms and running over to the kitchen where he placed you on the counter. He grabbed his shopping bag and presented all the goods he bought for you two. “Binnie, those flowers are beautiful. Thank you so much, baby.” You kissed him thankfully. “Baby, wait, there’s more!” Eager like a kid he took out the snacks, showing you one by one, giving you his remarks as to why he loved those goodies. “Damn, Bin, you care a lot about your snacks, huh?” He grinned proudly. “Gotta stay fed, babygirl.”

He turned around to prepare the ramen as you noticed there was still something left inside the bag. Cautiously you fished it out, smirking deviously. “Bin, baby, didn’t you forget something?”

He turned around, unknowingly and turned red as he saw you holding the two packs of condoms in your hands. “Two, huh? Busy weekend I see.” He looked at you shyly while scratching his head which led to his shirt slipping up and revealing his defined torso. “I mean, if you don’t want to that’s okay…”

You got up from the counter and took his hand into yours, dragging him along to the bedroom.

“Wait, aren’t you hungry?”

You nodded. “Oh, I am.”

“But what-?”

You turned around sheepishly. “Hungry for you.”

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