#okay so shit is going down here right now and my mood tanked

[lululandd]

whiskey sour;

pairing: simon ‘ghost’ riley x gn!reader

word count: 1577

warnings: meet..cute(?)

note: my heart said angst but my brain said fluff, and i cant write without a brain so… (also on ao3)

summary: the man at the bar never talks. not to women hitting on him, not to the men squaring him up for fights.

You see him every weekend for 3 months straight, sitting at the same place, wearing some rotation of dark hoodies, and sporting some manly drink that seem like they taste as angry as he looks. You notice the only one he talks to is the bartender. And now you, apparently.

You trudged into the bar with a sour face and a sour mood and sat next to him, which you wouldn’t do if there was legitimately any other seat. “I’ll have whatever he’s having.” You pointed at his drink after getting the barkeep’s attention.

It surprised you when the drink came less than a third of the glass it came in. Did the bartender think you’re a pussy and gave you less? Whatever.

So you downed it in one go.

Horrible idea. It burned from your tongue down to your esophagus, and you coughed your lungs out for a solid minute while tears streamed down your face before the fire dissipates.

“You’re supposed to sip.” You heard someone mutter after your body stopped being dramatic over the drink.

Who the fuc—

“You savour it.” He chided. Oh, it’s the quiet man. So the reason no one talked to him is because he’s some kind of obnoxious fuck?

“No ‘you allright’ or ‘you okay’? Straight to the lecture?” You bit back. Fuck, you feel like purposefully bumping into him as you slid off your seat, but he’s built like a tank and you’re not going to test whether you’re wet noodle or wet tissue against him right now. You trudged out of the bar you entered not fifteen minutes ago, and out of anger you promise to never go back.

And by never you mean like two years. You’ve changed jobs, moved closer to work, and now you literally live above said bar you never wanna go back to.

Fuck.

A few weeks went by before seeing him again. Still sitting in the same place, still wearing dark hoodies, still staring daggers at everyone. You changed your mind on drinking that day, not when he’s around.

But the next day you weren’t so lucky. Thinking he wouldn’t be there—since it was a weekday—you plopped right in front of the barkeep and asked him about rumours and gossips of the week.

“Well, that hot widow I kinda fancy got a date yesterday, seemed like it went well.”

You rolled your eyes, “If only you asked her out first.”

He laughed as he slides you a glass of water. “Did that at a previous place, people think they get free drinks when they date a bartender.”

“Wait, you don’t?”

“Nah. I mean, I’ll give them some but lots take it too far and think they can order for a group.”

You scrunched you nose, “I think you just dated shit people, Sam.”

He scoffed, “Shut the fuck up.”

His attention was away from your a second and you decided to take a glance at who ordered. It’s him. You didn’t even notice when he came, to think someone his size would make a lot of noise when they walk. But you were too caught up in conversation, you guess.

When he got back he grabbed two glasses and filled it with a big ball of ice and poured very little of what you think was bourbon into the glasses. You had learnt a little here and there, since you do live above and spend some time with Sam on slow days. To your surprise he handed one to you.

You immediately looked towards the man’s direction and he waved his glass at you.

Oh no.

Taking a deep breath, you grab the glass and place yourself next to him.

“Allright?”

You sighed, “Yeah, don’t worry, I remember this is a sippy drink and not a gulpy drink.”

“Good.”

“Thanks, by the way.” You raised your glass and started sipping. You can’t hide your wince. This would definitely be a good if you were depressed or sad or trying to forget a horrible incident or getting over a breakup, but things are way too nice in your life for you to enjoy it properly. “Would you be offended if I asked the barkeep to make this into a whiskey sour?”

He answered by waving Sam down.

As your drinks slowly diminish, you learn exactly two things about him. His name is Simon and he likes dogs. The man dodged so many questions like Neo and those fucking bullets, and if Sam didn’t somehow made the previously godawful whiskey taste so goddamn tasty you would’ve probably gone upstairs and to bed by now.

But Simon is a good listener, so whenever you feel like having a drink, you sit next to him. It’s definitely a biased opinion, but you think it’s highly unfair that he is as funny as he is attractive. He’s cracking jokes as if his life depended on it, like an ugly kid that had to make his way through school being funny to avoid getting bullied. You also learnt one new thing about him, he has a friend called Soap. Of course you didn’t ask about him, because you know he doesn’t divulge any information, but it’s really funny that the other man calls him quite often lately and then hearing them bantering back and forth for a couple minutes before you can hear the scot on the other end of the phone yell something so scottish you couldn’t understand a word. For a little while you fall into this fun routine, until he stopped coming one day. You think nothing of it at first, like he is a grown man and he could have those seasonal jobs, but weeks turned to months and you miss your drinking buddy.

~

It was a rainy afternoon, and you opted to wait at the office an extra two hours for the rain to lighten up at least a little. Regret settled deep in your bones for rejecting so many ride home offers, as you wrung what you could of your wet clothes. Some fucker in a pickup truck thought it would be funny to drive at sixty by some puddles and splash everyone at the sidewalk. Everyone huddled under the same awning to try and clean themselves up and share their plight. After feeling dry enough, you started to head back when you heard your name being called by a familiar voice, and then a hand on your shoulder.

“You look like a wet rat.”

Fighting words. Those are fighting words. You did the one thing you know is appropriate for such a greeting.

You hugged him. Wet clothes and all.

He was tense for the duration of the hug, and ended it quickly with pats to your upper back. A wide smirk graced your face as you looked up at him, and you can immediately tell—albeit covered by a face mask—that he’s unhappy of the outcome.

“Hi.” You greeted, the smirk getting wider at his apparent annoyance.

“There’s a kebab place nearby. Let’s go.”

It was a seven minute walk, and you were glad the place he led you to was rather dirty, cramped, and two girls were doing their homework on a table at the back. The food will definitely be good. You looked around for a place to sit after telling him what you wanted. Scouting for a table with no food left, you stood near a family of four and waited for them to leave.

Simon came back with the food you ordered and some drinks you definitely didn’t tell him to get. But it was apparently some foreign soda that you’ve never seen, and you were happy to get to try it. Halfway through your meal someone clapped his shoulders and you swear he was about to stand up and do something until he saw the other man’s face.

The man with a mohawk started, “Who’s this, LT?”

Simon skipped too many beats to answer, and looking at his face, you swear he was legitimately about to throw down, so you did what you think would be natural at a time like this.

“Oh, uhh… I don’t know him, I just sat here because the place was full.”

He then introduces himself. “Hi, I’m Johnny. This here is my mate, Simon.”

“Piss off, Johnny.”

Johnny laughed, and when he went to the cashier you were afraid he would join you, but he said goodbye as soon as he got his order.

Both of you ate in silence for a bit. “So you don’t know me, huh?” He finally cracked, smiling at you.

Oh thank god, you thought he was mad, “Sorry, you looked really uncomfortable.”

“That bad?”

You slowly nodded, “Honestly, yeah. Scared you were gonna beat him up on the spot.”

“Nah.” He sipped on his soda, contemplating something. “Do that at work though, not here.”

You blinked. “You’re gonna beat him up.. At work?”

He raised his eyebrows as a confirmation, and you can see he’s not gonna elaborate.

Leaving the place, he walked you back to your place, under the guise of needing a drink after having such a ‘rough night’.

“Why?” You teased him as you two walked in, “Is it rough because now your friend thinks you like people that looks like a wet rat?”

“Nah. He already knows I do.”

“What?”

He doesn’t say anything else, but he did tell Sam to make two whiskey sours.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #call of duty imagines #call of duty #scuffed writing #ngl there was supposed to be a line saying #‘​yeah well you look like youd rather be circumcised for a 2nd time’ #but someone (>:3) said brits dont get circumcisions so #that went out the window

[jeansplaytoy]

𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥

part four

conniexreader, weed smoking, mentions of a toxic relationship, mentions of cheating, connie and you expressing your feelings (not committing to a relationship.)

sorry i took so longgg i was lowkey planning out what was gon happen in this part. hope u like it.

⇦ part three here | part five here ⇨

you texted mikasa a few minutes before you left with connie, just incase he was tryna kill you or something. you sighed and put your phone down, looking at him as he drove you to his place, which was your choice for some reason.

“you promise you ain’t just tryna get in my panties and keep me around?” you raised an eyebrow. “shit not unless you want me to.” connie averted his focus to you for a second before looking back at the road. “you do know i got niggas that’ll kill to get me back if you kidnap me, right? full on shooters. you know my brother? he’ll pop somebody in they shit if they fuck wit me.” you looked out the window.

connie chuckled and looked at you. “you must don’t know who i am.”

“we just met a couple days ago, so no.” you rolled your eyes, checking your phone. “ion know why you keep worrying bout me kidnapping you and shit. ian like that. and sasha my home girl. can’t do her like that.” he pursed his lips together while staring at the road.

“you know sasha?” you looked at him with a confused expression.

as he finally pulled into his neighborhood, and his driveway, he nodded slowly. “yeah. we been friends for a long time. i know you know her, she can’t stop talkin bout yo ass.” he mumbled before putting the car in park and turning it off.

you both got out and you hummed. “okay. i guess i trust you.” you muttered, following him to the door. he unlocked his house door with his key and opened it, letting you in first. his place was nice, actually. smelled good, it was clean. you were kind of surprised, considering he was kind of reckless from the previous assumptions about him.

“so you livin luxury.” you mumbled. connie frowned and shook his head. “hell naw. this shit get boring after awhile.” he said before walking towards the stairs. “if you hungry, get sumn to eat. make yoself at home or whatever.” he waved you off, making you smack your lips with a small smile. “you must think you got me or sum.” you muttered before walking to the kitchen. you wasn’t really hungry, and you was still kinda in a mood from that fight.

you walked to the livingroom, taking your shoes off as you passed by the front door. it was a little embarrassing cus why was you at this nigga house right now? but he ain’t seem like that much of a threat. not to you.

but waiting for him to come back downstairs seemed like an eternal wait, because you aint even know if you should turn the tv on or not. you licked the inside of your cheek while glancing around, finally hearing connie come back downstairs.

you looked back to see him and he looked at you. “what, you shamed or sum?”

“yes because ion know what to do.” you laughed a little. connie clicked his tongue with a smile. “come on, we can go to my room.” he said, walking back upstairs. you quickly followed him.

when you entered his room, you looked around. there were some posters of pinup girls, a glowing fish tank, random colors everywhere. seemed like a good place to get high. his bed was lazily made up. there was a lava lamp on his night stand and an ashtray near it. his tv was on netflix, nothing playing.

you smiled a little at how the room looked, despite being a little dark, there were a lot of colors. “so you just be vibin?” you asked, sitting on the edge of his bed. connie smacked his lips and laughed a little. “man, i only like this room when i’m high.” he mumbled, pulling the ziplock bag out of his hoodie pocket, tossing it to you before taking his hoodie off.

you hummed, opening the bag and grabbing a blunt. when connie sat back on his bed, he glanced at you. “you still ain’t comfortable? damn. woulda thought you’d be feelin yoself by now.” he mumbled, tossing you a lighter.

you rolled your eyes. “you still random. ion even know why i’m here.” you muttered, lighting the blunt before taking a long drag and exhaling slowly, turning yourself around and laying across his bed.

you passed the blunt to him and he took it, his gaze remaining on you as you hit it.

“so you really don’t like hoes? like… for real? cus the way you was treating that other girl…” you trailed off as connie took another hit and passed it back to you. “man. ion fuck wit girls like that. not in a bad way, you know i fuck witchu. but relationship wise? shit got weak.” he muttered. you raised your eyebrows, taking a hit before exhaling and sitting up.

“so you just don’t trust girls no more?” you tilted your head, rubbing your lipgloss together on your lips. connie glanced at your lips before slowly shaking his head, looking back at you. “i mean... they ight. i trust girls, but ion wanna fuck wit em like that. cus every time i do it’s a different story and ion even wanna hear that shit.” he shrugged, passing the blunt back to you.

you took a hit, a long one, feeling your eyes start to get low, and your eyelids heavy. you closed your eyes as you exhaled. “you trust me?”

as you started into each others eyes for a few seconds, connie slowly nodded, looking back and forth from both of your eyes. “you ain’t that bad. i guess i trust you. ion know tho.” he bit his lip while grabbing the blunt from your fingers.

“why youn got no boyfriend?” he frowned, sitting up a little. “don’t even ask about it. niggas be weird these days and they don’t do nothing but run the streets and cheat. ian wit that.” you shook your head.

“what yo last man do?”

“shit, just enough to make me never wanna fuck wit anybody else. he cheated, acted like i was cheating, got hoes numbers, threw shit around the house when i ain feel like talking to him, nigga even hid my car keys so i wouldn’t go nowhere. i was done wit em as soon as that shit happened.”

connie smacked his lips and put the blunt out in the ashtray. “you was done wit him. that don’t mean you can’t try to fuck wit nobody else. i know you can.” he scanned almost your whole body. you raised your eyebrows. “do you talk to any girl like this? or just the ones you like.”

“the ones i want to myself for a while. shit, basically just you.” he smiled a little.

“i can’t even commit so how you expect me to be here for even a while.” you tilted your head with a soft smile.

“me either. that don’t mean we can’t have fun just for now.”

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[axailslink]

Baby Take A Break

Riri Williams x poc FEM reader

Summary: you have been studying really hard this past week for an upcoming exam and Riri tries her best to help.

The rattling of your fan is the only thing keeping you awake right now as the words on your laptop screen become jumbled scribbles. Riri who has been watching you for the past hour finally gives in and walks to your bed and closes your lap top "you're tired let's take a break maybe go get something to eat?" You roll on your side letting your pajama shorts ride up as your gaze meets hers "or we could stay in and cook some ramen you know broke college kid shit" you smile at her and pull her to you by her shirt "I really need some help on this assignment we can wait another hour to eat just help me please before my fucking brain blows up" she climbs on your bed and sits next to you opening the laptop back up as it loads back on she watches you as you stretch your arms up causing your cropped tank to rise just above the bottom of your breast.

C'mon Riri this is not the time but she really looks so good when she's all tired and stressed the way her brows furrow and her nose scrunches up it's kind of cute it's always been cute it's tempting too. You've been sitting staring at the laptop screen for who knows how long. You turn your attention towards Riri she's just staring at you all heart eyed "Riri you said you'd help me the laptops been on for two minutes" you groan patting her arm she nods and slowly takes her gaze off of you returning to the laptop but not before she takes a quick screenshot in her mind. "Okay so it looks like we've got...oh you gone fail" you look at her with all seriousness in your face not in the mood for her jokes you push her into the wall "bruh if you not gone help gone on somewhere! I'm stressing and you sitting here playing I'm not playing Ri I seriously don't know what to fucking do I'm on the verge of tears at this point this shits annoying."

Riri immediately softens her facial expression and pull you into her "no don't say that I'm sorry I was just fucking around I'll help for real but for real you shouldn't constantly stress about this it'll only make it harder to make sense of it. So let's take a break I have the perfect idea." Riri jumps from her bed and runs back to her own "dollar ice creams right now I know you might not feel like it but you'd never turn down free ice cream would you?" You smile at her but look back at the laptop contemplating your choices "ahtah stop no don't worry about that you have a week until that test comes-" she grabs your hand and gently tugs on it "so right now let's go get you that ice cream you so lovingly deserve c'mon what do you say? I'm buying" she reminds you and you nod "okay we can get ice cream but afterwards you seriously have to help me" Riri laughs "I am helping by distracting you then we gone work then afterwards we gone have some us time" you look at her and laugh taking in all of her goofiness.

"Us time?" She nods "you keep tryna speak that into existence?" You ask pulling yourself out of bed and wrapping your arms around her waist she nods "yes we deserve it just some time between me and you and no assignments for at least an hour baby that's a dream."

You nod and look down at her "other than that break want to know what else I'm craving?" Riri cocks her head "don't say it because if you do we ain't gonna go get no ice cream I'll be craving a different type of ice cream." you roll your eyes "you are so childish that is so damn childish" Riri shrugs and pull you into a kiss "you knew this already I think I'm the funniest person in the world those are your words by the way."

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[la-musaa]

ARRANGED | Eren Yeager

HUSBAND!Eren is your new husband in an arranged marriage, previously the most eligible bachelor in Paradis. Everything was going good until he finds out you’ve lied to him.

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Husband!eren x virgin/wife!reader

Warnings • fem!reader, black coded, nudity, age gap, nsfw, MDNI, dry humping, nipple play, pussy slapping, fingering, cunnilingus, spitting, praise kink, brat taming, pet names, overstim, hair pulling

Note! hiii— this is my first time writing on tumblr, I’ve been a Wattpad writer for a long time. I hope you guys really like this!

Minors DNI!

The drive back to your house was mostly your best friend yelling about the situation that just happened at the mall. Although you weren’t angry, you were more so embarrassed.

"I'll see you later okay?" You say giving her a tight hug and exiting the car. You noticed Eren’s everyday car in the driveway before making it inside. The sound of him faintly talking on the phone in the kitchen halted your thoughts. You slowly walked in and although you tried to be quiet, the heels gave you away.

His green eyes flickered towards you and he got off the phone. You were hoping the look on your face hadn’t given away your mood.

"How was shopping, Beauty?" He asks and you shrug, he looks towards your hands seeing them only holding only one of the purses he gifted.

"You didn't buy anything?" He questions making his way towards you around the counter. You shake your head no and shift your weight to the other foot. When he got in front of you, you only looked towards the center of his chest, his hand pushing up your chin to look towards him. He was so pretty up close.

You tense up feeling his hand travel around your waist to the center of your back. "What happened?" Eren whispers with concern in his eyes. "Nothing." You say looking up at him through my false lashes.

The last thing you wanted was to tell him some bitch lady racially profiled you at a high end store.

He nodded his head deciding not to force it out. He pulls you closer towards his front embracing you in a hug. And there it is. You could definitely feel him on your belly nudging the ring hanging there and he wasn't even hard.

You definitely weren’t used to this affection yet, you have only been married 2 weeks after all. You still couldn’t believe you agreed to this.

"I missed you." You could feel him leaning down kissing the top of your head. You removed your head from his chest and he loosened his arms to release you. You rest a hand on his black shirt feeling his muscles shift underneath. When you looked back up he leaned down further and rose his eyebrows. You nodded and his hands ran over your ass before hooking underneath your thighs.

Eren wasn't all that buff but he still had enough and lifted you with no effort. You figured this way was easier for him to kiss you without putting a strain in his neck since he was much taller than you.

When your lips connected he groaned turning to sit you on the counter. He deepened the kiss and your hands traveled up to his dark hair tugging on his, accidentally pulling it out of the hair tie. You let out a low moan when he sucked on your bottom lip.

"Shit." He whispered traveling down to kiss on your jaw and running his hand up your thigh. You pulled his lips back to yours and he pushed further into you and you could feel his hard on against the crotch of your jeans. This man was cursed.

The sound of his phone going off is what finally made you pull away from each other panting.

"I'm not finished." He says lowly, his hand gripping the back of your neck.

Fuck he was so hot.

Eren took his phone call and told you to wait upstairs for him. What did that mean? You don't know but here you were locked in the bathroom after a shower trying to pep talk yourself. You wouldn't lie and say you were holding onto your virginity because that isn’t the case but are you ready right now?

You dressed in a simple thin tank and no bra since it was night, also pulled on some simple little cotton shorts. You didn't usually wear underwear at night unless you were on your cycle. You pull your curls up and wrapped a scarf around your head so the large pony flowed out the top.

When you exit the bathroom Eren is already here and looking at TMZ while sitting at the edge of the bed. He was in shorts now and his shirt was discarded. Damn.

He looked really good without a shirt even without too much muscle. He had one single spider tattoo near his v-line. He hadn’t bothered to put his hair back up.

"Come here, beauty." The new name he'd given you was kind of cute and made you hot. You take slow steps towards him until directly in front of him so your knees nearly touched. He gently pulls you so you stand between his legs and then his hands snaked up the backs of your thighs and rested on the underside of your ass.

"Mmm I'm going fuck you so good— but that can wait, I wanna taste you." You press your thighs together and his hands continue to move up your sides and under your shirt feeling the skin of your waist. Then it happened so fast, he stood up and simultaneously lift you so he could turn and toss you onto soft bed. "You know you shouldn't lie to me, y/n." You breathe shakily.

He crawls toward you and pushes you down lightly, placing a wet kiss to your mouth. His hand caressed your right breast and his thumb rolled over your now pebbled nipple. Your hips unintentionally bucked up at the feeling and he chuckled at the act.

"Look at you, so needy." He says grabbing the underside of your knee and pushing it up towards your shoulder then doing the same to the other. He kisses on your neck softly and sucks a little making you shudder. He traveled down to your stomach licking and sucking making you tremble in nervousness. "Too bad I have to punish you." Alarms ring in your head but you couldn't bring myself to stop him as he nipped at your skin pulling the shirt up higher.

When your breasts were finally exposed his eyes darkened and he began to lick around one of nipples and then bringing it into his mouth. "Oh God." You dropped your head back onto the bed gripping the sheets at your sides. "God can't save you, love."

After continuously teasing and nipping at the skin of your breast he finally left them be and you figured the torture was over. Not.

Went down lower pulling you down to the edge of the bed so your ass nearly hung off and dropped to his knees in front of you. Your heart thumped hard.

"You okay?" He asks surprisingly and you nod quickly making him smile that stupid perfect smile.

He quickly hooked his fingers onto your shorts and pulled them off. You hadn't realized you were holding your breath. You quickly snap your legs shut. "Are you nervous pretty girl?" He asks and you nod slightly, "Am I the first person whose seen you like this?" He asks and you nod again looking down into his green eyes.

"Just relax, I'll stop if you want.." , "No." you say quickly and his large hands push your knees apart and back up towards your sides. "Mmm." He groans.

Your thighs separated showing him all of you, completely waxed, thick and wet. He twitched at the sight wanting to push your feet up to your ears and fuck you until your begging for mercy.

*Smack*

He gave a quick swat making your brown lips bounce and you let out a high pitched noise in shock. Your legs fall wider and he smirks to myself.

He pulls you a little closer and uses his thumb to separate one of your lips revealing your cute-tiny clit. It also revealed that you were fucking soaking.

"Shit, beauty." He brings his other thumb to tug on the opposite lip and spits directly on your clit making you jump. His thumb immediately rolled over your bud and you nearly snapped your legs closed again before relaxing. He picks up the pace and you moan sweetly. He’s looking into your eyes leaning up to kiss you and sends another smack to your clit. You sink your hips a little before bucking them up again as he pulled away.

"You like me abusing your pretty little clit hm?" He asks and you shake your head no making him send one a little harder and you let out a loud whine. "Still lying to me, I see." He continues doing it in a rhythm until your legs began to lightly shake and you began dripping.

"Fuck look at you, nearly cuming just from that."  He taunts you and you bite your lip to stop from moaning.

Eren couldn't control him any longer pressing his hands down on the back of your thighs and bringing his mouth to suck on your now sensitive clit and lick up your essence. "E-eren." You let out shakily and he could feel your hand grip his hair, devouring you all the way down to your asshole.

Fuck you tasted so good, he could come just from eating you and hearing your sweet moans. He looks up to see your mouth is slack with pleasure, when he comes back up to flick at your clit your eyes cross and you drop your head back, back arching prettily off the bed.

"That's it beauty, cum for me." He says entering a finger. "So beautiful, you sound so heavenly." He inserts another finger and his opposite hand flicks at your clit at a faster pace. "Shit Eren." You begin to shake again harder this time, moans and the sound of your squelching pussy the only sounds throughout the room.

"W-wait I think I n-need to pee." You whine out and he shakes his head. "Uh uh, relax just let it all go." He protests keeping the same pace. "Oh fu—." And there it was.

Your legs quivered and you let out a prolonged noise as you dribbled all over yourself. He didn't stop there and continued until you rode out the orgasm. He gives you one last swat causing you to flinch knowing how sensitive you were as your legs were still shaking.

"Now you wanna tell me what happened or we can do this until you're ready."

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[skwistokgetalongshirt]

Kloktober Day 25

Uhh hi! This is my first contribution to the fandom. I only got into mtl recently so I'm jumping in hoping to attempt to contribute to the tail end of kloktober

Campfire or Left in the cold

Toki didn’t realize how cold it had gotten out here… his body was shivering, but his lips stayed locked with the bottle of vodka hoping to keep his insides warm. He had been drinking so much more than usual lately - he didn’t want to have time to think. When he was sober all these thoughts swirled around in his head and it became overwhelming to him. There were so many things he wanted to forget about - especially all this death that seemed to surround him lately. It wasn’t fair. He understood people had to die everyday, but why was it that people in his life were dying more and more often around him lately? Even when he knew his dad was sick it brought up complicated feelings. Sure, the guy beat him but that was still his father - half of the pair who brought him into this world. Even if his relationship with his parents had been strained he was glad to be born and to be able to be in the world’s greatest band - Dethklok. 

The vodka bottle was nearly empty but his lips remained on the bottle… He just wanted to feel something, anything else than the cold that was covering his body and the emptiness that was in his heart. 

“No…I needs more!” Toki whined now throwing the empty bottle out into the distance.

“Hey watchs it! You almost hitteds me!” A familiar voice called out.

Toki thought maybe he had been seeing things. He rubbed his eyes a bit. The figure before him still remained a bit blurry out in the snow but he began to focus and made out a tall, blond silhouette. 

“Skwisgaar?” Toki questioned - he wasn’t sure himself.

“Who else, ya dildos?” Skwisgaar sounded offended, but it was merely a way to try to cover up his concern.

“What ams you doing here, Skwisgaar? It’s cold out.” 

“Pfft. This is nothings. You though… You gotta get yourself back insides. You’ve had a lots of alcohols.” 

“No! Leaves me here. I don’t want to bring the moods down.” “Moods is alreadys down without yous there.” Skwisgaar reluctantly admitted. He was shivering a bit. 

Surprisingly he hadn’t been drinking much lately… Mostly because he wanted to make sure to take care of Toki. With the lack of alcohol in his system his body actually felt colder, especially since he had come outside in his tank top. 

“Yous shiverings.” Toki stumbled his way over to Skwisgaar nearly falling face first into the snow. He rested his hand on Skwisgaar’s shoulder. 

Toki’s hand was cold, but once he rested his hand on Skwisgaar’s skin he did begin to feel a bit warmer at least. Normally Skwisgaar would shake him off but he decided against it right now. It was too fucking cold. 

“No shits! I came out here to get yous… Can we go backs insides now?” Skwisgaar was practically pulling Toki by the arm now to try to get him to budge.

“…No. Just leave me heres. I just needs to be alone for awhiles…” Toki freed himself from Skwisgaar's attempt to pull him and turned his back to him.

“If you’re staying out heres, then I guess I gotta stays here with you but if I freeze to deaths it’s your fault.” 

“Go backs insides. I saids I wanted to be alone.”

"No... I'm stayings out heres if you won't go back inside."

“I tolds yous no.” Toki sounded serious about this - it was a rare tone to hear from him.

“Tokis…” Skwisgaar sighed. “You rans out of alcohols didn’t yous? Insides there’s more so…” it wasn’t the approach he wanted to take, but if it would at least get Toki back inside then it was worth a shot.

“This ams true…You’re right Skwisgaar! I’ll be theres in a little bits. I’ll catch ups.” Toki hoped this answer would suffice. He’d still prefer to be left alone for a little while longer. 

“Yeah, Okays. Just don’t stay outs for too longs…” Skwisgaar decided to head back inside. 

He did all he could do - or rather all he would allow himself to do. If stupid Toki wanted to stay out in the cold then he wasn’t going to force him back inside. Stupid Toki. Why should he allow himself to worry over someone who just wanted to take that path of self-destruction? He shouldn’t care. Toki was grown he could take care of himself. Still Skwisgaar found himself looking back once more at Toki who sat in the snow looking up at the sky. 

“Oh Tokis… What ams we goings to do with yous?” Skwisgaar shook his head. Although he was heading back inside, he still sat near a window where he could at least keep an eye on Toki. If he stayed out there for too much longer then he’d definitely ask Nathan to carry him back inside. 

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We Live for Love - Part 3

We Live for Love – Part 3

Fic Summary: Eddie is recovering in the hospital where you’re volunteering. The whole town may have shunned him but you refuse to do the same.  Masterpost.

Fic Rating: 18+

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Female Reader

Warnings: Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Language, Season Finale Spoilers

Fic Song: We Live for Love by Pat Benatar. Full fic playlist on Spotify.

A/N: You guys are amazing! I wasn’t expecting such a positive response to this fic in such a short time. Of course, I also wasn’t anticipating writing this at all but the hyper fixation must be fed! I swear, these two. I had a whole idea in my head that there was going to be angst and seriousness and then Eddie went, “HAHA, nah!” and here we are. Hope you enjoy this part! ;)

Your apartment isn’t exactly “guest ready” so even though you want to spend the entire morning with Eddie, once it’s decided he’s going to stay with you, you take the hour to run home to clean up a bit.

Of course, he’s a sweetheart and insists that you don’t have to go through the trouble, all while clinging to your hand and refusing to let go. You tell him it’s no trouble at all but secretly you just want to make sure you don’t have underwear or anything lying around which you’re pretty sure you do.

It’s like you’re training for a marathon. After booking it back to your place, you clean faster than you’ve ever cleaned in your life. And by cleaning, you mean shoving all your dirty laundry under the bed, throwing all the dishes in the sink to soak, and making sure the bathroom isn’t super gross. Once you’re sure everything is as good as it’s going to get, you throw open the windows to let the cool breeze in. Unfortunately, there isn’t much of one. The air is filled with smoke and ash. On the horizon, dark ominous clouds threaten to dampen your mood.

It's enough for you to close the window again.

Nope. Not going to let it get to you. Not going to go down that dark route. Not right now. Determined to keep your spirits up, you go out to start your car.

You haven’t driven in weeks but thankfully before the shit hit the fan you had filled up the gas tank. It takes one or two tries to get your beat-up Subaru to start but it does. Good. There’s no way you’re making Eddie walk to your place in his condition. You put in your favorite cassette tape, crank up the volume, and drive back to the hospital.

Again you let yourself into Eddie’s room but he doesn’t see you at first. He’s standing with his back to the door, carefully reaching for the folded clothes on the windowsill. His hospital gown is gone and he’s wearing jeans. But he’s shirtless and your eyes are met with the same horrible scratches and bruises on his back that he has on his arms. The whole bottom half of his torso is still bandaged, however.

He must sense you there because he looks over his shoulder and smiles. “Watching me get dressed? Naughty girl.” His smile fades however when he sees your serious expression. Quickly, well as quickly as he can move, he puts the shirt on. It’s disgusting. Half of it is soaked in blood and the other half is ripped to shit. So are his jeans now that you look closer. Surprisingly, his leather jacket isn’t so bad. “It looks worse than it is.”

“Fucking hell, Eddie.”

You cross the room, unable to stop staring at the mess of clothing. Eddie takes your hand and presses it to his chest, where you feel the steady beating of his heart. “Hey, I’m here, okay. I’m alive,” he says, cupping your cheek.

You throw your arms around his neck and hug him tight. His arms slip around your waist and he holds you just as close. Tears sting your eyes but you refuse to let them fall. You don’t want to make a big scene, don’t want to cry. Yes, he’s here. But that doesn’t make you any less scared for the future. Also, you’re not an idiot. There is no way his injuries are just from an earthquake. If he doesn’t want to tell you, you’re not going to force him. Maybe one day he’ll trust you enough to share.

Footsteps are coming toward Eddie’s room and when you two pull away from each other, Mr. Munson is standing in the doorway. “Signed the paperwork,” he says. “You’re good to go.”

“Thanks,” Eddie says. He keeps one arm around your waist, holding you against his side. “I’m going to stay with her for a bit.”

Mr. Munson looks relieved. “That’s probably for the best considering…” He leaves the statement hanging but he doesn’t have to finish it. You both know what he means. “I’ll walk you out.”

It’s a slow process. Eddie leans on you for support. While he doesn’t seem to be in too much pain, he’s clearly still weak. He makes sure to stop by Max’s room to see her, something he hasn’t been able to do. Her mother is fast asleep in the chair by her side, her hand clutching her daughter’s bandaged one. Still holding you close, he reaches out to stroke Max’s hair. Emotion swirls in his eyes but he doesn’t say anything. You let him have his moment and when he’s ready to go, he rubs your arm and turns away.

Once you get downstairs, his uncle waits with him so you can pull the car up. When you do, you can see they are deep in conversation. You can only imagine what it’s about. Both are wearing serious expressions and as you slowly pump the brakes, his uncle gives him a tight hug. You know Eddie didn’t have the best time growing up, still, you’re glad that his uncle is on his side when so many others aren’t.

Eddie eases into the passenger seat and closes the door. Mr. Munson leans on the car. “You take care of him, young lady,” he says to you through the open window.

“Don’t worry, I will.”

Eddie leans back in his seat. “I’ll be at the bookstore if you need me,” he tells his uncle.

The older man nods and pats the roof of the car before he steps back onto the curb and lets you drive away. Eddie’s hand finds your knee and he breathes a sigh of relief. “Glad to be out of there.”

“That doctor was an asshole.”

“Everyone there was an asshole.” He grabs your hand and kisses it. “Not you. You’re the best.” He suddenly looks at the radio as if he’s just realized what’s playing. “Are you listening to Heart?”

“Yes! I love those bitches, they’re my favorite. And if you even think of touching the dial I will throat punch you, injuries or not.”

He laughs, reclining his seat. “Wouldn’t dream of it. They fucking rock. I mean, not quite my taste but still.” He turns the volume up.

“I've been lonely, I've been waiting for you. I'm pretending and that's all I can do. The love I'm sending ain't making it through to your heart.”

Eddie rests his arm on the window, patting the car in rhythm with the music, at first, you don’t realize he’s humming along. Mostly because you’re too busy singing to yourself.

“You've been hiding, never letting it show, always trying to keep it under control. You got it down and you're well on the way to the top, but there's something that you forgot.”

Out of nowhere, Eddie joins in at the top of his lungs, using his hand to pretend like he’s singing into a microphone. “WHAT ABOUT LOVE? Don't you want someone to care about you?! WHAT ABOUT LOVE?! Don't let it slip away!”

He holds the pretend mic out to you and you join in just as loud. “WHAT ABOUT LOVE?! I only want to share it with you! You might need it someday!”

Dissolving into laughter, you try to catch your breath as Eddie keeps going, singing literally every word of the song at the top of his lungs. Not his taste?? Then how does he know all the words?! You call shenanigans.

It takes you a little longer to get home than usual because of all the detours you have to make. With so many roads broken and fucked up, it’s hell to navigate. You don’t care. Eddie seems happy enough to sing loudly and play air guitar. You still can’t believe that he’s there. He’s with you and he’s going to be staying at your place until who knows how long. Deep down, something tells you he’s not going to leave your side from now on. And you’re perfectly okay with that.

When you pull the car into your space behind the store, you give him a bright smile. “Welcome home.”

“I like the sound of that.”

You help him out of the car and into the building. He’s walking a little better now and doesn’t even have difficulty going up the stairs to your apartment. “It’s not much,” you say, opening the door and letting him go in first. “Also if you’re expecting hot water, you are going to be sorely disappointed.”

“I don’t care.” He pulls you close. “All I care about is that I’m here with you.”

“And I’m not going anywhere.” You look down at his clothes. “We really need to get you something else to wear.”

“Everything I own fell into a crack in the earth so if you have a suggestion, I’m all ears.”

“My landlord’s place is next door. It’s…he isn’t here anymore. Has no family. I’ve actually been meaning to go through his stuff. I’m sure there are clothes.”

“Well, let’s go loot it together.”

Back down the stairs and out the back door you go. The building next door isn’t in good shape at all. The only thing that seems to have survived is the apartment area but even that isn’t great. The roof has caved in and you have to carefully step through the mess. It’s full of stuff that you’ve been meaning to package and send to the shelter, even though you feel weird going through someone else’s belongings.

Eddie has no problem. He goes straight for the guy’s closet, tossing clothes left and right. “Nope. No. Definitely not. These might fit…oh, HELL yeah.” He reaches deep into the back and pulls out a leather jacket that is definitely cleaner than the one he’s wearing. “This is mine now.”

You laugh, shoving the clothes he approves of into a trash bag so it’s easier to drag back. “Hand me what you want. We’ll donate the rest.”

It’s about an hour or so later that the two of you trek back to your place. Between several bags and boxes, it takes a couple of trips. And now it definitely looks like Eddie is moving in. Once everything is piled in the middle of your living room, he collapses onto the couch.

“Ugh, I did too much,” he says with a wince.

“Well, you just lay there and rest. I’ll start some laundry. Good thing the washer and dryer are working,” you say, opening the pantry in your small kitchen to reveal a beat-up washer and dryer set that’s been shoved in. “Should probably wash everything before wearing it. Who knows where it’s been?”

“Where’s the hot water heater?”

“In the basement. Why?”

He kicks the toolbox he found. “Might as well take a look. Just give me five minutes.”

“Since when did you learn how to fix stuff?”

“Since always. When you live in a trailer, you learn to fix shit for yourself. Cheaper that way.”

“Well, that’s sweet that you want to take a look but you are still healing. Shouldn’t you rest?”

Eddie forces himself up. He crosses the room and slides his arms around you from behind as you throw clothes into the washing machine. “And miss the chance to be all domestic with my woman? Never. Plus I really want to take a hot shower with you.” He kisses your temple.

“Oh, so I’m your woman now?”

“You were always my woman.” A brief slap on the ass and then he’s gone. “I’ll be back.”

You can’t help the stupid grin on your face. He grabs the toolbox and disappears down the stairs again. While he does need to rest, you get the sense that, just like you, he needs to do something. He’s been in that bed for days and you’re sure he’s antsy. People want to feel like they’re useful. You know you do. So if he wants to play Mr. Handyman, he’s more than welcome to. So long as he takes a proper rest after.

While he handles things in the basement, you start the wash and then scrounge around for something to pull together for lunch. By pure luck, there were tons of canned food and non-perishables at your landlord’s place which should last you and Eddie for some time.

You and Eddie.

One day. One fucking day together and you’re inseparable. Whatever happened really must have scared him. But, if you’re honest with yourself, he wasn’t the only one whose life flashed before their eyes. Granted, you were clearly in nowhere near as much danger as he had been, but it was still scary not knowing what was happening as the world shook around you. Mentally, you thank whatever god there may be that Eddie was spared and you were able to find each other.  

You’re making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches when you hear Eddie bounding back up the stairs. There’s a lot of shuffling and swearing before the door bangs open.

“What are you doing?” you ask with a laugh.

Eddie steps backward into the apartment, a guitar strapped to his back as he pulls an amp up the remaining steps. “Babe! Look what I found in the basement! They’re in good condition too. Barely even used.”

“That’s great but what about the hot water?”

“Oh, that’s fixed. Just a few loose pipes. Should be good.”

“Are you kidding?! It only took you a few minutes to fix and here I have been without hot water for months!”

“Babe, you’re missing the point.” Eddie spreads his arms wide, a goofy grin on his face. “I have a guitar and amp again! My pretty lady got lost in the quake along with all my other shit.”

“Well, I’m very happy for you two.” You kiss him on the cheek. “Wash your hands, I made lunch.”

“Thank god. I’m fucking starving.” He carefully rests the guitar against the couch before washing his hands in the sink, grinning when the water comes out hot. “See? I’m cute and useful.”

“And completely covered in dust and grime.”

With a shrug, he takes off his jacket and t-shirt. The jacket gets tossed on floor while he chucks the shirt in the trash, before stepping out of his pants. That leaves him in his underwear and socks. Not that you’re complaining. Eddie grabs the plate you hand him, laying several loud kisses on your cheek and making you laugh.

“Hey,” he says when you draw away. His eyes are hooded and he staring at you like you’re the most beautiful thing in the world. “I love you.”

Your heart stops and you stare at Eddie with wide eyes. Did he just…? There is no possible way you misheard him. His words were as clear as day. “It’s just a sandwich, Eddie.”

He smirks. “You know I’m not talking about the sandwich.”

“I know.” You take a deep breath, sliding your arms around his neck. “I love you too.”

His smile widens and he bites his lip. “Fuck yeah.”

A quick kiss and then he’s pulling away, walking over to the sofa like he didn’t just destroy and rebuild your whole world with three little words. “Can you get me one of those beers?”

Your landlord had plenty of alcohol, all of which Eddie grabbed without hesitation. Once he puts his plate down, you toss him a beer before grabbing your own plate to join him. Eddie eats half the sandwich in a couple of bites before grabbing the guitar. As he plucks the strings and adjusts them, you eat your food.

Looking at the clock, you see that you have plenty of time before the others are supposed to show up for D&D. Hopefully it’ll be enough for Eddie to get some much-needed sleep. Though, judging by the way he’s looking at that guitar, he’s not going to want to. He strums it a few times, seemingly satisfied that it’s in tune. He only puts it down so he can finish his sandwich. He seems better now that he’s eaten and there’s a sereness about him that you can’t help but admire.

Slinging an arm around your shoulders, he leans back against the couch. “Alright, so, we love each other and you’re my girl. I think we covered all the things we needed to talk about right?”

You laugh, putting your plate on the coffee table. “I guess so. Definitely doesn’t leave any doubts about where we stand.”

“Good.”

He cups your cheek and kisses you right after you take a bite of your sandwich. Laughing, you push him away. “Contain yourself, man. I need to eat.”

“But I want to kiss you.”

“Give me, like, five minutes.”

Exactly five minutes later, you’re done with your food, and Eddie’s all over you, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he yanks you into a deep kiss. It takes your breath away and you kiss him back just as hungrily. The temperature of the room suddenly skyrockets. There are too many layers separating you, which is funny since Eddie is half-naked and you’re the one who’s fully clothed.

Eddie pushes you so that you’re laying on the couch, allowing him to hover over you. Your hands are careful as they run up his back, avoiding as many of his wounds as you can. If he’s in any pain or discomfort, he doesn’t show it. Eddie is all about your mouth, his tongue repeatedly stroking yours as he deepens the kiss.

You can’t help but moan, shocks of electricity shooting straight between your clenched thighs. Your jeans are suddenly the most uncomfortable things in the world. Eddie’s hand grabs your thigh and the heat of his palm goes straight through the fabric, practically searing your flesh underneath. His kisses trail down your cheek to your neck, where he playfully nips and sucks until you’re sure you have a hickey. The thought makes you moan again.

“Fuck I love that noise,” Eddie mumbles against your throat. His hand reaches up to finger the button of your jeans. “I already took my clothes off. Seems only fair you do the same.”

“I have a better idea.” You push on his shoulders, forcing him to pull back so he can look down at you. “We both get naked and take a hot, long shower. Then after, we can take a nap. How does that sound?”

Eddie pouts. “Sort of like you’re trying to get me to relax.”

“You are correct.”

“Fine. But only if we can still grope each other.”

“Obviously. I’m insulted you think I wouldn’t still be groping you.”

“You’re the fucking best.”

It was one thing to tease and flirt with Eddie, it was another entirely to actually get naked in front of him. Your nervousness comes as no surprise. All these years you’ve had this idea of Eddie, of what it would be like if you ever got to be with him. Your imagination has built him up so much that part of you is scared. Not of him, fuck no. You’ll never be scared of him. What’s scaring you is how you think he will react to seeing you, all of you, for the first time. What if it’s nothing like you imagined? What if you’re not what he imagined?

Then again, what if it’s better?

You buy yourself some time by letting him get in the shower first. If he senses your hesitation, he doesn’t draw attention to it. He goes into the bathroom and leaves the door wide open. A second later, two socks and a pair of underwear are thrown out into the hall and then you hear the shower turn on.

Your heart races. Like, really fucking races.

After a few shuddering breaths, you remind yourself that Eddie already full-on confessed his love for you without seeing an inch of your body. He’s definitely not going to take it back once you join him. You remind yourself to leave any expectations at the door. This isn’t a fantasy, this isn’t your mind conjuring up romantic scenarios to pass the time. This is real.

Eddie is real.

Slowly, you strip off your jeans and t-shirt, letting them fall on the living room floor. The bra comes next and your panties are last.

In the shower, you can hear Eddie humming to himself. “If you don’t get your fine ass in here I’m going to use up all the hot water!” he calls.

The teasing in his voice is enough to make you break through your anxiety. The bathroom is filled with steam and though his visage is warped, you can see Eddie through the fogged-up shower doors. After one more deep breath for courage, you slide one of the doors open and step inside.

Eddie’s back it to you with soapy water running between his shoulder blades, drawing your eyes down, down, down, to a very adorable ass that is begging for a smack. But that will have to wait. To shower properly, he had taken off the rest of the gauze that had been around his torso. When he turns around to face you, you can see the true extent of his injuries. Deep, stitched-up gashes line his stomach, followed by more scratches and bites on his pecs.

“Eddie, baby…”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

You purse your lips before nodding. “Okay. But, when you feel like you might want to, I’m here.”

He smiles, but then that smile turns into something else as his eyes take in your naked body. You hear his breath catch in his throat. “Fuck,” he says, a hungry expression taking over as he licks his lips. “Come here.”

His arm hooks around your waist and he all but crushes you to his chest, giving you a searing kiss under the hot spray of the shower. He’s slick with water and within seconds you are too, your bodies slipping against the other’s as you make out. Against your thigh, you can feel his cock twitch with interest, swelling until the hardness is unmistakable.

Eddie draws back, water running down his face. “Alright, full disclosure, it’s been a while so whatever we do is not going to last very long.”

Any remaining tension you might be feeling is immediately swept away and you laugh. “It’s been a while for me too.”

Eddie looks down, his hands coming up to run along the length of your arms. He slots his fingers with yours and pushes until your back is pressed against the shower wall. “I just need to look at you. Can’t fucking believe you’re really here. Sometimes I think it’s a trick.”

“Why would think I’d trick you?”

“Not you.”

Again, no elaboration, and again you feel like you’re missing something. “No tricks, Eddie. I’m real.” You take his hand and place it over your heart just like he had done in the hospital. “Just me and you.”

It’s like something snaps inside of him. The next thing you know, he’s kissing the breath out of you, his hands running over every bit of flesh he can reach. His mouth finds your neck again and all you can do is cling to his arms and let him touch you. All you want to do is let him touch you. Your back starts to slide down the tiled wall and you and Eddie sink onto the floor of the tub. Your legs automatically fall open so he can rest between them. There isn’t much room and the two of you are pretty cramped but at the same time, Eddie’s pressed right against you and that’s all you want.

His kisses trail along your collarbone and start to move lower, and lower, until he’s at your breasts, dragging his tongue down between them before latching onto one of your nipples.

You gasp at the sudden sensation, sliding your hands into his wet hair to take two large fistfuls. There’s nothing you can grab onto for support other than Eddie. He’s the only thing grounding you, keeping you in this reality. His tongue lavishes your nipple with attention, swiping over the bud again and again until it’s so stiff it almost hurts. He hums in satisfaction, his hand cupping your other breast and giving it a playful squeeze.

Liquid heat spreads through your veins before settling low in your belly.

Eddie releases your nipple with a wet plop, admiring it with hooded eyes before leaning up give you a harsh kiss. “God, your tits are amazing.”

Before you can respond, he’s latching onto the other one, playfully tugging on it with his lips. Your body is covered in goosebumps and your core throbs for the same attention he’s giving your breasts. You’re not above begging and you open your mouth to do just that, but then he’s moving again, working back up your chest and back to your lips.

“Don’t have much space here,” he says, his hand sliding down between you. Fuck it’s like he can read your mind. “I want to get my mouth on you but this will have to do.”

Two fingers swipe between your aching folds and you inhale sharply, drawn in by Eddie’s big brown eyes. His pupils are blown wide with desire, making his eyes look black. Two obsidian gems glinting in the terrible bathroom light.  His nose bumps against yours and while you tilt your head up to try to steal a kiss, he hovers his lips just out of reach. One finger pushes into you and you arch your back, breasts pressed flush against his chest.

Only then does Eddie kiss you, nibbling and biting at your lips while working his finger in and out of your greedy body. You keep your hands buried in his hair, your nails scraping his scalp as you tug on the dark strands. Your body is flush with heat, your hips desperate to move along with his hand but lacking the room to do so.

“Fuck, you’re so tight and wet,” he hums between kisses. “Can’t wait to feel you around my dick.”

He slides a second finger in, and when he crooks them just the right way, your body spasms with desire as he hits just the right spot. Your thighs are quivering and your body is starting to ache from being on the uncomfortable floor of the tub but fuck if you care. Not when Eddie’s touching you like that and kissing you like this. You want to touch him too, want to feel the weight of him against your palm but there’s no space so all you can do is keep your tight grip on his hair and chant his name.

His fingers are way better than your own. And as far as fantasies go, none of yours ever prepared you for the carnal lust that takes over. Nothing in the world matters anymore. Everything fades to black and the only thing that draws your focus are the two fingers working your body into a frenzy.

You come quicker than you’ve ever come in your life.

It builds so fast that your brain doesn’t even register what’s happening until your body locks into place and waves of desire cascade over you. Eddie draws back to grin down at you, clearly pleased with himself as he works you through your orgasm. He doesn’t move his fingers in and out, just keeps them buried and rubs that sensitive spot over and over again until you’re too overstimulated to handle it.

You grab his arm, forcing him to stop. “Fuck, Eddie.”

“That’s the idea.”

Soon. But not now. Not here. You want your first time with him to be a little more special than that. But that doesn’t mean you’re done fooling around. Fuck no. Pushing on his shoulders, you force him back and under the spray of the shower. The movement causes his fingers to slide out and your core clenches at the sudden loss, desperate to keep him where you want him most. You’ll get there. There’s something else on your mind at the moment.

“You should stand up,” you tell him.

Eddie does without hesitation, stumbling a little in the process. His back hits the wall and you take the opportunity to rise on your knees. With the angle, it’s unavoidable anymore and you find yourself face to face with his thick length. He’s so hard his cock is sticking straight out, begging for your attention. A bead of precum gathers at the tip and you immediately swipe your tongue to catch it.

Eddie swears and runs both hands through his wet hair to push it back from his face. “Fuck, babe! You don’t have to—"

There is no way you’re letting him finish that sentence. Because now that you’re there, you absolutely fucking have to suck him off. You wrap your lips around him, sucking gently, teasing his slit with the tip of your tongue. One of Eddie’s hands reaches out to press against the shower doors while the other falls to your shoulder. You want to tease him, to draw this out and work him up into a frenzy of needy desire. But you don’t have the patience. Not now at least. Relaxing your throat, you take him in as far as you can, trying not to gag when he bumps the back of your throat.

“Shit, shit, shit…” he swears.

Your eyes flicker up to meet his, giving him one hell of a visual. You, with your mouth stretched wide around his impressive girth. He’s looking at you again like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. And then, you start to move, working your mouth up and down his length clumsily at first, but then quicker, smoother when you get the right rhythm. He’s too big to fit all the way (which is fucking exciting and something you can’t wait to experience later) so you use your hand to stroke the rest of him, moving in tandem with your mouth. Within seconds, it’s no longer the water making him slick. The heady taste and scent of him are intoxicating. Hawkins could explode again and you wouldn’t even notice.

Eddie is a fucking mess.

He hasn’t stopped talking since you put your mouth on him. “Fuck, fucking hell, you’re so good. God, your mouth is fucking heaven!”

His hips are jerking along with your movements and the hand that was on your shoulder now grips the back of your head. Eddie barely has any self-control to begin with and now, in the heat of passion, he has zero. He’s fucking himself in and out of your mouth and it’s the hottest fucking thing you’ve ever experienced.

“Not going to last! Not going to last!” he warns you, trying to give you time to pull off if you want.

You don’t.

It’s not long before he grows impossibly hard against your tongue and then he’s coming with a surprisingly high-pitched whine. You swallow around him, still sucking and stroking, milking him until the very last drop slides down your throat. He slumps against the wall, spent as you let his softening cock slip from your mouth. Your knees are aching and the water is cold now. Before you can stand on your own, Eddie is grabbing you by your upper arms, tugging you up and yanking you into a painful kiss. He doesn’t seem to care that he can taste himself on you. If his groan is any indication, he likes it. He likes it a lot.

“I’ve wanted to do that for way longer than I’ll ever admit,” you say between kisses, your arms wrapped around Eddie’s neck.

“You’re a fucking goddess.”

You feel his body shake and suddenly he almost falls. You manage to catch him before he does, swearing. “Shit!”

Eddie gives you that lopsided grin of his, still blissed out from his orgasm. “You make my knees weak, babe.”

You roll your eyes affectionately. “Let’s get you out of here. You need to lay down.”

“Yeah, probably.”

After quickly washing up, you turn off the now freezing water and jump out of the shower. You wrap your towel around yourself and get a fresh one for Eddie. He’s looking a little pale and moving slower than he was before. Thankfully, his stitches seem okay.

“Dry up and go lay down in bed. I’ll be there in a second,” you tell him.

“I love it when you boss me around.” He leans in for a quick kiss, which you happily return, before finally getting a chance to slap his ass as he walks by. He jumps in surprise and blows you a kiss as he goes.  

Before joining him, you throw the load of laundry into the dryer so he’ll have something to wear after. You also take a second to do a giddy happy dance because fuck was that amazing. In the bedroom, Eddie is busy drying off when you join him. With no clothes or underwear, once he’s done he tosses the towel onto the floor before collapsing naked onto your bed. You don’t bother to get dressed either. Copying him, you dry off and join him under the covers.

“I could sleep for a thousand years,” Eddie mumbles into the pillow as you pull the comforter up around you both.

“Well, we have D&D later so maybe just a few hours for now. Tomorrow you can sleep all day.”

Eddie hums in agreement, tossing his wet hair out of his face. Turning on his side, he pulls you towards him. “C’mere. Snuggle me.”

He drags you across the bed until your back is flush against his chest, which is like a furnace. You scootch back until his thighs hit the back of yours and you’re as close as you can possibly be, warm and secure. His arm slides around your waist and he places a few lazy kisses on the back of your neck before he’s still.

“Who know the rebellious Eddie Munson was such a snuggler.”

“Don’t tell anyone.” He’s still mumbling like he’s on the brink of sleep and barely hanging on. “You’ll ruin my reputation.”

“Then I shouldn’t say anything about that very loud noise you made when you came?”

You can feel his grin against your shoulder blade where he’s resting his cheek. “Hey, I only made that noise because my girlfriend gave me a fucking amazing bj.”

Girlfriend. He says it so casually like it’s the simplest thing in the world. Like you two have been together forever and not a few short hours.

“She might give you another once we take a nap,” you tease.

“Oh no, once we get up, I’m returning the favor.”

“Mmmm, I like the sound of that.”

Eddie chuckles and presses a few kisses here and there before he grows still and silent. Minutes later, you hear the steadiness of his breathing and feel the slow rise and fall of his chest against your back. He’s fast asleep and even though you’re exhausted, you’re not quite ready to close your eyes just yet.

You want to lay here and enjoy the feeling of his arms around you, want to bask in the afterglow of your shower festivities. The words you keep telling yourself are still on repeat in your mind.

Eddie’s here. He’s safe. And he’s yours.

Not only that, he loves you. He really, truly loves you and clearly has no qualms about saying it. Eventually, exhaustion takes over. Your eyes drift close and you fall asleep, wrapped in Eddie’s tight embrace.

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@ajeff855​​ @sadlittlefairygirl​ @demo-bats​

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things #joseph quinn

[may-tine]

Someone who has never watched TMNT Rise reacts to the movie

@gauntletknight​ this is for you

so the last tmnt anything i watched was the 1990 live action film and the 2003 cartoon, when i was like 7? so we are off to a great start, but lets get into it

hey what, why are we in hell

okay wow Casey is here already i remember him

hey MIKEY??? WHAT im sorry does leo have a metal arm?

are we opening with time travel WHAT

WHY IS CASEY JONES FROM THE FUTURE.WASNT HE JUST SOME PUNK FROM NEW YORK?

I just watched a man die.

things keep happening and i cant put my thoughts down- oh i JUST WATCHED ANOTHER MAN DIE

alright pausing for half a sec to get thoughts down, this is a wild opening, tho i guess for a movie you need some higher stakes then a normal show. Im pretty sure the normal show is more classic turtle hijinks. aight back to it

actaully whats the krang? was that in the original? Are we going to see shredder?

oop yep classic teenage turtle hijinks

now i dont remember much but i remember Donnie and Leo being kinda hard to distinguish personality wise. Im glad they put some further characterization on them both

Mikey is somehow more childish?  but like in a babyish way

oh yeah Raph is the leader this time around.

okay so the magic thing is already established in the show, and Shredder has been dealt with?

oh buddy

WHO THE FUCK ARE THESE RANDOS?

I think Donnie was always tech but was he always THIS tech? Damn son

music is super funky

Eyy foot clan! wait these are shredders guys arnt they?

Raph is still mostly angry but hes like, softer. and WHY IS LEO BEING SUCH AN ASS! is he always like this?

Rat dad! We Love splinter

this version of casey is so weird compared to what im used too, i dont hate him tho

yoo wait thats April? APRIL STEALS?

Yo  have they been training her as a ninja as well? good for her- APRIL DONT STEAL RANDOM CHEMICALS

Oh this is begging to go wron- yep

this entire interrogation scene is amazing

Okay i do adore this casey

shit is it really like, too late, too late?

god this krang thing is heking creepy why are they blocks

OH THE MAGICS OFF, right after i noticed April had magic too

oof Splinters out cold

Do they have a pod for casey? ok yeah- oh leo no

wha

hey waat the fucK? RAPH?

oh god the you survived banner is about to NOT be funny

nooo hes turning on casey

oh god the powers are still gone

Raph isnt captured... is he?

COMMANDER?

oh he is captured, kinda surprised there

ah hostage situation got it- HEY WHAT THEY FUCKKKKK

AHHHHH?????? bye foot clan

same mikey

AHHHHH HIVE MIND

oh caseys about to ruin the mood

or hype them up

oh no reveals are being delayed

GOD  this is horrifying isnt this a kids show?

HEY LEO I THINK THEY SAW YOU COMING!

APRIL HAS A MOTORCYCLE YESSSS (did she have that orginally? maybe?)

Im worried how single minded Leo is getting about this, but at the same time, i get it.

THEY POSSESSED A TRAIN???

SOFT SHELL? oh your kidding

Oh god dont possess the tank

APRIL NO- oh, april yess

Ive never been so scared of a train in my life

WHY IS THIS A STRAIGHT UP HORROR????

WHY DID SHE STEAL SO MANY????

Casey with the call out!- oh not like that kiddo no

yep like cops will do anything- WHY ARE THEY GOOP LIKE THAT, Its too fleshy my guy.

Casey what was that smirk?  Did you do this on purpose?

Mickey with the mystic hands stuff worries me cuase is LITERALLY KILLED HIM

oh the triangulation scene ive seen this

oh no

oh raph is not going to be raph once hes out of there is he

AH I HATE BEING RIGHT

WAIT I THINK I SAW FANART OF THIS EARLIER TODAY I THOUGHT IT WAS SOME AU

WE ARE HITTING FINAL HOUR SHIT AND ITS ONLY HALF WAY THROUGH THE MOVIE????

god krang raph is so spooky

HEEY FAM? HEY TMNT FANS??? ARE YOU GUYS GOOD??? i was not expecting such levels of cosmic horror 

wait why does a turtle have eyebrows?

god the krang possessed tech is the worst, horrific,OH GOD WHAT IF THE TURTLE TANK.

shout out to Donnie having a step counter, same buddy.

i do enjoy the art style

oh why he sound like that

god the animation on krang raph is upsetting

I do adore this mikey as well, i was thinking i wouldnt liked this take on ‘immature’ but hes growing on me

OH NOOO DOnnie no dont do it oh god the goop

guys WTF

GUYS WTF

I DONT LIKE DONNIE IN THERE

AHH THAT EYE

WTFWTFWTFWTF

Hello?? am i about to cry over turtles??

MYSTIC POWERS!!!!!! What about the power cancel?

oh yeah B team. Love that Aprils first idea is dropping a building on somthing

AHHH THATSD A BEAM THROUGH AN EYE AAA, like its an alien but ye

YOOOO MIKEYYYY JUST THROWS A BUILDING

Oh this is so sick

yeee the anti power stuff or not? they still work?

Leo damn it dont do the self sacrificial shit YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THAT SCREWED YOU UP WHEN RAPH DID IT

hot moment to appreciate the Krang mechs, great monster designs

HAHA PORTAL FUCKERY

Casey my boy ; _ ;

oh god it ended on a portal chop

whats he holdin- NOOOOOOO DONT DO THAT TO ME

ONE OF THEM IS STILL ALIVE AHHH

MIKEY NO DONT HURT YOURSELF

HES CRACKING- THEY ALL ARE AHH

WAIT THIS IS GONNA LET KRANG BACK IN

QUICK SAVE YEAAAAA

ive only been to new york once whats wrong with Staten island

Casey gets pizza!!!

WHo the hek is Cassandra- UH OH

oh this ending song is a banger

WELL That was a lot of fun and SUPER DARK WHAT. At least I get the hype now. I dont know if ill start the actual series but I will be rooting for a s3 for all the fans

#tmnt #rise of the tmnt #tmnt rise movie #rottmnt

[spideyskrunkly]

Hungry for Help (Ch2)

Characters: David Jeremiah Jones, Kailin Stanford, GPD, CC suspects

Relationships: June/Jones (complicated)

Warnings: Swearing, somebody got drunk from grief and is being a dumbass, mentions of starvation, someone crying

Kailin and Jones just wants to find the killer asap and get this over with.

-

"It's June we're talking about!" Kailin did hang out with June a few times to know he would never be a killer.

"He would kick ass. I'm not saying he'd kill someone though." Jones never wanted to see his partner kill someone. "Plus, I'm a little scared for him and I think that maybe he's not in the best condition... God, why did I leave him alone."

"You left him alone in his house?!"

"He said he wanted to be alone! He didn't even want me to be there for long."

"Fuck it, we might as well check on him. And I think we should have another look in the carwash..."

"Alright, I'll drop you off at the carwash and walk on on over to June's house. Thankfully, both places not that far."

"Sounds like a deal." And with that, the two left.

-

Jones and Kailin were off. Kailin went to the carwash as Jones went over to June's place.

Kailin looked through the office and found a board full of addresses. She searched for Sheng's address. "In the apartments? Could be helpful."

"Why hello, little fella! Mind telling me why you're in my office?"

Kailin looked behind her to find Jack. "I'm uh... Temporary Officer Kailin. I'm on the case about a Sheng Shiloh."

"Aw yeah, your friend came over here and I told him about the last time he was here."

Kailin thought hard. "What was your relationship with Sheng? Were you guys close?"

Jack answered with no hesitation. "He and I were pals. He only came here a month ago and we became full buddies! If it weren't for the system, I'd make him employee of the month... too bad that ain't never happening now."

"... Right. Well, I got his address so... have a nice day."

-

Jones made it to June's place in the apartment buildings and use the spare key he gave to him.

As he opened the door, he noticed the room was empty.

"June? I know thing are... pretty bad right now... but I need, NEED your help on this case. It's only just this case, don't worry. I promise, if you just answer my questions, I'll leave."

...No answer.

"...June?"

He walked in, hoping he was okay. Then he heard giggling from the bedroom.

"... June?"

He hurried into the bedroom, only to end up... embarrassed.

June was alright physically. Not with his emotional state though. Next to him were 2 bottles of strawberry wine and playboy magazines as he layed in bed reading one of them in his green shorts and blue tank top. Not only that, he seemed in a silly goofy mood.

Holy shit. He was drunk. Again.

"JUNE! WHAT THE HELL!" Jones couldn't help but feel,embarrassed for this idiot. Sure, his brother just died, but there could have been another way to go about this.

"David!!! I'm so *urp!* happy to see you! <3<3" June tossed the magazine to the side and stood up. Not straight enough, though. (Literally)

"Oh my fucking God, you are such a moron sometimes. I CAN'T EVEN INTERROGATE YOU NOW, DUMBASS!" Jones raced over to June as he was trying to balance. June looked up and down at Jones and said this:

"Can you handle my weak legs, David? Cuz I would have fallen for you if you didn't catch me..."

"Oh my God. June. You're clearly not in a state to even do anything. You're drunk."

"Baby, all these bottles and I still need a sip of you."

"BRO."

Little did Jones know, Kailin was watching this from the door of June's bedroom.

"WHAT IS GOING ON 💀"

"IT'S NOT LIKE THAT! HE'S DRUNK!"

"DRUNK IN LOVE FOR YOU, SWEETIE 😋"

"Lmao I gotta take a pic of this."

"NO! NO. NO. I- June. June. You're clearly not in the right mind to be interrogated, so I'm just... gonna have someone over and... keep watch over you."

"Best we could do-"

"NO! NO, DON'T LEAVE ME! DON'T LEAVE ME LIKE SHENG DID, PLEASE...." June embraced Jones and wanted to hug Kailin, but she was too far away. "Please, don't leave me like Sheng an- and Remise and Howie- Howard!" And mom and Calvin and- and... I don't know man, just please! Don't leave...." June started to cry as he held onto Jones.

Jones started to feel really bad as he remembered why June got drunk today. He held June in a warm embrace. "I just have to investigate your brother's murder, okay? But for right now, I'm gonna send someone over to watch you. We'll stay with you until they come."

June calmed down and looked at Jones with heartbreak and pain in his amber eyes. His scars madee him look more beau- sad. Just. Sad.

"Kailin, call Nathan to have him take care of June. I'm gonna try to get him to go to sleep."

-

Nathan stayed with June, who was sounded asleep from his headache and sadness. He didn't seem to have a problem with it anyway.

Jones and Kailin continued their investigation by heading to Sheng's apartment which, was far from June's place and from GPD.

They explained to the office why they were there and got free access anytime.

"So... wanna explain about uh..." Kailin was referring to what happened back at June's place.

"Sometimes he drinks because he's frustrated (mostly from work or Frincley) and then he goes in some lovey dovey mood because of how the taste of strawberry wine is. He usually would drink like one glass which was ABSOLUTELY POSITIVELY enough for him. But this case... may have hit him hard. And until he's sober, we're just gonna have to wait."

Kailin checked her photos as they entered Sheng's appartment. They looked around for clues. "Hey, old man, I found this bat w/ some blood! This might be what was used to hit Sheng!"

Jones turned to Kailin. "Ok, first of all, don't call me that, second of all, you should find some sample off of that. Here." Jones handed the sampler to Kailin. "And when you're done, hold onto that so that we can give it to Grace later. Meanwhile, I'm gonna search through this book, it seems to hold photos of when Sheng came to Grimsborough."

Jones looked through the pages.

June 21, 2014 - came to Grimsborough w my girlfriend !

"21st of last month. I'm really sorry, man."

June 23 - I got a temporary job here. The boss and I are good friends!

"So the boss was telling the truth." Kailin peeked over Jones's shoulder.

June 24 - woah! I see GPD and my brother's here ! Hi June!

"He would have loved to see you again..." Jones and Kailin felt bad. They continued the page.

June 26 - Quinn and I managed to earn the money to where it's enough for him to work at the park to sell ice cream! I really oughta visit him, he's a cool dude!

"Quinn? QUINN STAVES!" Kailin yelled loud enough to where she almost destroyed Jones's ear.

"Ay! Watch it! Do you know him?"

"Yeah! This guy sells ice cream everywhere at the park where Sheng was murdered! He might have seen something if he was there!"

"Then maybe we should go back to the park and see he's there."

"What about this book, what do we do with this?"

Jones looked at the book and thought. "We'll hang on to this till the end of the case. And then, we'll give it to June once this case is over."

-

After sending the blood sample to Grace, Jones and Kailin made it to the park and that's when Jones's phone started to ring. "Sorry, let me get this." He picks up and sees it's the chief. "Hello?"

"Jones! How could you let June find out about his brother's death?! I called Nathan asking where he was and said that the maniac's drunk and is asleep from the incident!"

"Calm down, Chief. We didn't think he'd find out. He must have been informed or may have eavesdropped."

"Well, harm is all done now. Did you guys find anything?! Leads, samples, anything?!"

"We sended a sample to Grace and we're actually about to talk to a suspect." Kailin spoke up for Jones. "Should be enough to help us."

"Well, get to it! Find the killer for June and Sheng!" He hung up.

Kailin managed to spot the ice cream man at the park. He had green eyes, shaved brown hair and freckles coming out of his face. "Ay, Quinn Staves! Don't move, we have questions for you!"

Quinn looked up from his cart and spotted the two officers heading towards him. "Hello! Would you guys like some ice cream! We have mango, strawberry, coconut, mint, bubblegum and cotton candy! Sorry, I don't really have watermelon right now. But I'm working on bringing it back!"

"Dang it." Kailin whispered under her breath. "I'll just have the cotton candy mixed with bubblegum." She pulled out her wallet.

Jones was more focused on the case. "We're here because a man was left to die here yesterday night. Have you seen anything, recently."

"Not really. I'm more focused on my business than what's going on around me. Here you go, young lady, that will be $2.50." He handed the ice cream to Kailin.

"Well, Sheng would have loved to see your business grow."

"SHENG'S DEAD?! SHENG SHILOH?! Man... he and I were two pals in a pea. I used to work at the carwash with him. He and I would support eachother."

"His boss seemed to have favored him more. Did jealousy get to you?"

"Jealous? I supported my man if anything! He was the best guy around. Sure, his girlfriend and him had their ups and downs, but I wouldn't blame him. She's been reading playboys and drinking wine lately. Obviously a whore."

"Sure, maybe we'll... not call her that. But thanks anyway." With that, Jones and Kailin left.

As they headed back to GPD to wait for Grace, Jones had more thoughts racing. "I feel like maybe we'll have to question his girlfriend at some point. She seems to really have had a complicated relationship with Sheng."

"Maybe. But right now, we should head on back. ...Is June gonna be okay? As much as it was funny to watch him drunk, it's really sad."

"Oh, now you're worried about him?" Jones said with a teasing smirk. "I thought before you said 'No! I'm never getting attached to anyone here! Bleh!'"

"Shut up, asshole, you were being lovey dovey while having June fall asleep. Caressing his head and whispering to him. Wanna explain?? 📷"

"PUT THAT CAMERA AWAY! MATTER OF FACT, LET ME GO THROUGH IT!"

"No!"

-

In Grace's lab layed the blood sample of all their answers.

"So, I have found that the killer has orange or amber eyes. I couldn't tell which, but I managed to run blood tests to show what the eyes can see."

"Tha- thanks, Grace."

"Something the matter, Kailin?"

"June... fits most of the description..."

"Not all of it." Jones butted in. "He doesn't own a white shirt."

"How do you know??"

"He says it makes his... breasts show."

Suddenly laughter shotted in the air from Kailin and Grace.

"Of course he would say that 😭😭😭"

-

"So our killer wears a white shirt, drinks wine, has amber or orange eyes and... reads playboys. Got everything?"

"Yep." Jones nodded as he filled the killer's description in his notebook. "Now we just need to-"

"OFFICERS! OFFICERS! HELP! THEY'RE GONNA RUIN EVERYTHING!!"

Quinn ran into the room like a maniac. Kailin quickly rushed to him. "Hey, asshole! What's your problem?!"

"You might wanna reword that, Kailin." Jones patted her on the shoulder. "Is everything okay, Mr. Staves?"

"SOMEONE DAMAGED MY CART! GET THEM!!"

Ch2 End

#criminal case #grimsborough #david jeremiah jones #june shiloh #kailin stanford #alex turner #nathan pandit #eduardo ramirez #grace delaney #chief king #cc suspect #hungry for help

[luvjjongtae]

It Started with a Drink - Ch. 2

Pairing: Lee Taemin x Kim Jonghyun.

AU info: (US) High School AU.

Genre: Fluff, Pining

Other tags and warnings: Underage drinking, Misunderstandings and miscommunication, House party, Teen Romance, Teen Angst, Jealousy, Two idiots basically

Summary: Taemin’s crush on his best friend Jonghyun comes to head at a high school house party. If only Taemin didn’t drink so much…

Total Word Count: 21k (divided into 5 chapters)

READ CHAPTER 1, CHAPTER 3, CHAPTER 4, CHAPTER 5 HERE

Taemin’s head hurt. And the sunlight beaming through the windows was way too bright. Taemin squinted and turned his head against the light, burying his face into his pillow and groaning.

So this was a hangover. It certainly didn’t feel nice, Taemin thought as he sighed and slowly tried again to open his eyes to the light. He stretched and felt the clothes from the last night clinging to his body and decided the first thing he was going to do was shower.

After stumbling into his dark bathroom and turning on the hot water, he allowed his mind to wander. Fractions of images of the night before flashed through his mind and he almost slipped in the shower when he suddenly remembered telling Jonghyun that he wanted to peel off his tank top. Holy shit, did he really say that?

Heart pounding, he closed his eyes under the stream of hot water and tried to gently invite the memories back in. He couldn’t have been that drunk, right? He remembered talking to Jongin - no, Kai now, was it? - and taking shots with Clara, feeling the burn, dancing with Clara, seeing Jonghyun across the room, leaning against his shoulder… Then nothing.

He dragged his hands down his face and let out a frustrated sigh. He furrowed his brow and squeezed his eyes shut tighter until they almost hurt. “C’mon…remember, remember,” he whispered to himself. But he got nothing. Just a black hole in his memory.

He couldn’t even remember how he had gotten home. Had Jonghyun dropped him off? He must’ve; Who else would’ve? He dried himself off and felt his headache subside a bit before dressing himself casually and plopping back down on his bed to pull out his phone that had 3%. Great, he had also forgotten to charge it.

When he plugged it in, he opened his messages and his eyes widened with all the notifications on his phone. His thumb immediately tapped on Jonghyun’s familiar profile picture and read a succession of desperate messages from last night and this morning, begging him to talk, asking if he got home okay, pleading for him not to ignore him, and finally, a message sent five minutes ago saying that he was outside his house.

Taemin jumped up from his bed and flew downstairs, calling out quick good mornings to his parents in the kitchen and telling them Jonghyun was outside. He flung open the front door and smiled widely when he saw Jonghyun parked in his driveway, all the windows down. The joy of seeing Jonghyun made Taemin forget about how brightly the sun shone that morning or how his head hurt, and he cheerily settled into the passenger seat, his usual spot.

“Good morning!” Taemin piped up, feeling like a completely different person from when he woke up and clicking his seatbelt into place. “Where to?”

Jonghyun did not reciprocate Taemin’s cheeriness. He was silent for a moment, then frowned, thumped his forehead against the steering wheel, and breathed out, “I was worried sick about you. You didn’t respond to any of my texts.”

“I’m sorry. Last night was crazy.” Taemin shrank a little in his seat, feeling like a child being chastised. “I don’t even know how I got home,” he said in a small voice.

Jonghyun sat up to look at Taemin. “I couldn’t find you after you stormed off and you were so drunk. And then the cops showed up after, and I just didn’t know what—” He paused, rubbing his temples. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m fine, Jonghyun,” Taemin said reassuringly. “Just had a little bit of a hangover, but besides that I’m okay.” He cracked a small smile, trying to bring up the mood in the car a bit.

“Yeah, you’re fine. You’re fine,” Jonghyun said mostly to himself. He shook his head, blinked a few times, and then immediately perked up. “Coffee?”

“Of course,” Taemin said excitedly, letting out the breath he had been holding in since he got in the car. Everything was back to normal and fine. He connected his phone to the aux and played Jonghyun’s favorite R&B songs, the smooth tunes carrying them as they drove through the familiar suburban roads with the windows down. The breeze ruffled up Taemin’s unruly hair no matter how many times he tried to smooth it down. And once they stopped at a traffic light, he looked over at Jonghyun who glanced back at him and they both burst out laughing at the birds’ nests on their heads but still didn’t bother to raise the windows.

The light and cheerful mood stayed with them as they entered Jonghyun’s workplace, a quaint, locally-owned coffee shop on Main Street. Jonghyun opened the door for Taemin and the friendly jingle alerted the barista who waved to them. “Hey, guys!”

“Jinki!” Jonghyun waved back. “Thanks for taking today’s morning shift, man. I appreciate it.” Jinki just smiled back warmly. Jonghyun turned to Taemin at the register and asked, “What do you want today, Taeminnie?”

“Hm…” Taemin hummed out, looking at the menu. He always went with his usual order of a latte but he was feeling adventurous this morning. “How about the special?”

“Two orders of the special, please,” Jonghyun nodded to Jinki. “On me.” He turned and winked at Taemin who slapped him lightly on the arm.

“Why are you paying for me?”

“You deserve some free caffeine after your first real hangover,” Jonghyun said with a light laugh.

“Hangover, huh?” Jinki asked, overhearing them as he worked on their drinks. “You two must’ve had fun last night at Jack’s.” He smirked at them knowingly over the counter.

“Were you there too?” Taemin piped up.

“Yeah, but I left a little early. Before the cops showed, from what I heard.” He put the plastic tops on both their cups and handed them to Taemin and Jonghyun as Jonghyun swiped his card to pay.

“I was there for that,” Jonghyun said proudly, puffing his chest out as he took his drink.

Jinki just chuckled. “That’s not exactly a good thing, Jonghyun.”

“Well it’s better than Taemin here who just disappeared without a trace and doesn’t even remember anything from last night,” Jonghyun said lightheartedly, patting Taemin on his back. “This kid had me worried sick.”

“Hey, I remember some things!” Taemin teased back.

Jonghyun froze, his hand hovering over Taemin’s back. “You do?”

“Yeah…some things.” Did he say something wrong?

“What thi–” Jonghyun started quickly. Then stopped himself. “I thought you didn’t even remember how you got home,” he whispered mostly to himself. He dropped his hand and backed away from Taemin. “Anyway, thanks Jinki. I’ll see you later.”

Jinki blinked at both of them, surprised at the sudden mood shift. “Okay, bye Jonghyun. Bye Taemin,” he said, confusion drawn on his face. Jonghyun turned quickly on his heel and speed-walked to the furthest table from the register while Taemin and Jinki watched on. “Did something happen between you two?” Jinki asked quietly.

Taemin stared at Jonghyun across the shop intently. “I don’t know,” he let out honestly.

“Best way to find out is to talk to him.” Jinki’s tone wasn’t forceful or overly curious, simply kind. His wise words crept into Taemin’s mind and made him determined to be communicative with Jonghyun for once in his life.

Taemin nodded once at Jinki and followed to where Jonghyun sat, a small table for two in the corner of the shop, right beside a large window that the morning sun pleasantly shone through to illuminate the shop in natural light. Taemin pulled out his chair and plopped down across from Jonghyun. He started off strongly: “What happened last night?”

Jonghyun’s wide eyes snapped up to meet Taemin’s as he absentmindedly stirred his iced coffee. “What? What do you mean?”

“Something clearly happened last night for you to be concerned if I remembered any of it.” Taemin kept his voice level and cool. Acting accusatory wouldn’t do him any good. Besides, it was his fault that he forgot everything in the first place. “Plus I read your texts.”

“Nothing happened.” Jonghyun’s gaze fell back down to the coffee that he continued stirring even though it was definitely already evenly mixed.

“Don’t lie to me, Jonghyun.”

Jonghyun stopped stirring and sighed. “What’s the last thing you remember?” he said instead.

Taemin shut his eyes and tried his best to remember. The last thing that came to mind was him telling Jonghyun that he wanted to peel off his tank top again. He felt his cheeks redden at the memory and said, “You holding me up and telling me I was drunk.” It wasn’t a complete lie at least.

Jonghyun’s shoulder’s sagged a little when Taemin said that. With what - Relief? Disappointment? - Taemin couldn’t tell. “Okay.” Jonghyun took his time with his next few words, weighing each one carefully in his mouth. “After that, you got mad at me…for telling you that you were so drunk. And then you stormed off.”

A silence pulsed between them. Jonghyun looked back up at Taemin and studied him, his reaction. “I really stormed off because of that?” Taemin finally asked.

Jonghyun hesitated. “Listen, actually something else–”

“Taemin!”

Taemin snapped his head to where he heard his name and Jonghyun stopped talking. There was Clara from last night, bouncing towards him in a pretty summer dress.

“Taemin, oh my God, you’re here!” She laughed lightly, a delicate sound like bells jingling through the otherwise quiet cafe. “What are the chances?”

“Pretty small I guess,” Taemin said with a smile. He stood up to give her a polite hug. “What’s up?”

“Oh, not much. Getting coffee before volunteering at the shelter later.” Clara looked behind Taemin and noticed Jonghyun hunched over his coffee, pointedly ignoring the conversation. “Who’s your friend?” she asked Taemin.

“This is Jonghyun,” Taemin said, grabbing his arm and pulling him up next to him with a slightly forced smile. “Jonghyun, this is Clara. I met her last night.”

“I guess he remembers you,” Jonghyun said warmly, snapping out of his mood. He shook her hand politely and smiled at her.

“Oh, I’m surprised he remembers anything. He was so drunk when I dropped him off at home,” Clara teased. “Looked so sad too.”

“Oh,” was all Jonghyun said as his smile faltered.

“Wait, you dropped me off at home?” Taemin asked, piecing together all the memories from the last night.

“Yeah, I saw you walking - well, more like stumbling - home and took you in my car,” she said cheerily.

“Clara! We gotta go now,” someone called from the door of the shop.

“Oh shoot, sorry guys. I gotta go or I’ll be late.” She shot them a friendly smile and said, “It was nice meeting you Jonghyun!”

“Yeah, nice to meet you,” he responded politely.

Clara rushed towards the door and, just before pulling it open, leaned back to call out, “Don’t forget to call me about our date tomorrow, Taemin!” Then she disappeared.

An awkward silence filled the space between Taemin and Jonghyun. Or maybe Taemin was making that up. “A date?” Jonghyun asked after too many seconds of silence.

Shit. Did he also ask her out last night? He vaguely remembered giving her his number along with all the strobing lights on the dance floor. She called him cute too, right? He must’ve agreed to something if she said that. “Uh, yeah. I guess I asked her out,” Taemin said, fiddling with the fabric of his shirt.

Jonghyun sat back down in his chair, his expression unreadable when Taemin looked back at him after following suit. “Okay.” He paused. “Why are you so nervous?” His caring, deep brown eyes stared back at him, a soft smile pulling across his lips.

“I– I don’t know,” he admitted. Why did it feel like he was asking Jonghyun for permission to go on a date with Clara? Taemin hadn’t really gone out with anyone throughout their friendship, with him being stuck on Jonghyun. Meanwhile, Jonghyun had enjoyed a few fleeting relationships. This was nothing different. Besides, they weren’t together, Taemin reminded himself firmly. “Just…last night was a lot, I think.” Taemin said quietly, dragging his hands down his face in frustration. “And I can’t even remember half of it.”

Jonghyun was silent for a bit, just staring at Taemin with his unblinking eyes, his coffee cup empty and forgotten on the table.

“What?” Taemin felt his face go hot under Jonghyun’s heavy gaze. “Is there something on my face?”

“I hope your date with Clara goes well,” Jonghyun finally said. His voice was even and measured, no hint of strain or hesitation.

Taemin blinked. “Thanks,” he managed out while wringing his hands together and staring down at his lap. Taemin tried to ignore the way his heart shattered into a million pieces. Jonghyun wasn’t fighting him on it. Wasn’t making a big deal about dating someone he met at a house party, drunk. He didn’t even tease him about it. Just…let it happen. Let him go.

He really did only see him as a little brother.

He let out a shuddering breath and tried to regain his composure, at least externally. He forced himself to look back at Jonghyun and crack a smile. “So that’s it?”

He meant between them. Whatever weird bros-that-are-way-too-touchy-in-public-to-look-like-bros friendship dynamic they had going on that had people asking if they were dating when they went out. Or earned them snide comments from Taemin’s mom like, “Leave the door open, boys!” whenever Jonghyun slept over.

“Are you really done?” Jonghyun asked instead.

To anyone else, it would look like they were talking about their coffee and whether they were ready to leave. Maybe Jonghyun really only understood it that way.

But Taemin puffed out his chest and squared his shoulders. This was his chance to move on, and he was taking it. No more pining. No more wasting his years on someone who clearly was not interested in more. No more wishing for more when that could ruin what they already had. He wasn’t losing Jonghyun, no matter what. “Yes. I’m done.”

Jonghyun practically leapt to his feet at that and quickly grouped their trash together, saying in a weird rush, “Okay then. I’ll drop you off at home. I’m sure your parents want you or something. Or don’t you have that exchange student arriving this weekend?” He spoke quickly, and by the time he threw out the trash and walked with Taemin to the door he was out of breath.

Taemin eyed him suspiciously but groaned loudly and forgot about Jonghyun’s strangeness at the mention of the exchange student. “God, I genuinely thought I had another week before that.”

They both settled into their seats in the car and Jonghyun smoothly pulled onto the road. “The school year is finishing up soon, you know. And I’ll be graduating too.”

Taemin shrunk into the passenger seat and grumbled out, “Don’t remind me.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Jonghyun said with a laugh, the energy between them back to normal. Almost. Because now Taemin didn’t have a crush on Jonghyun. He didn’t. He couldn’t. “No more graduation talk. I promise.”

“Anyway…” Taemin said, purposefully shifting topics. “Who even is this exchange student? My mom sent me his name and number but I haven’t said anything to him yet.”

“Stalk him on Instagram,” Jonghyun suggested, his eyes focused on the road.

“Hm.” Taemin scrolled back to the text his mom sent him with the contact information. Choi Minho. He was coming from California for some interstate program their schools hosted. Taemin’s older brother stayed with Minho’s family a few years back and so now Minho was to live with Taemin’s family up until July, overlapping into the summer. “My brother thinks we’ll get along but I don’t know.” He typed his name into Instagram, seeing a promising account come up immediately. Choi Minho, Los Angeles. “Looks like he likes sports a lot,” Taemin said with a groan as he scrolled through countless soccer and golf photos.

“What’s wrong with that? You like dancing.” Taemin could practically hear Jonghyun’s amused smirk in his voice.

“It’s different,” he huffed out, crossing his arms indigninantly. “Dancing is an art. Kicking a ball around is not.”

“Whatever you say, Taeminnie,” Jonghyun said, a sing-songy lilt in his voice at the nickname. A pause. Then, “Is he cute at least?”

Taemin almost dropped his phone. Why was he asking that, of all things? He shot Jonghyun a suspicious glance and then zoomed in on one of the photos: Minho posing with a soccer ball under one arm, his foot balanced on a second one, a victory smile plastered on his handsome face. Fuck. He was really handsome. Taemin cleared his throat before answering. “He’s okay.”

“Just okay? Lemme see.” Jonghyun leaned over to look at Taemin’s phone at a stop sign, studying Minho’s frozen smiling face carefully. He pursed his lips and refocused on the road after a few moments. “Now don’t go seducing him with your charms, Taeminnie.”

Taemin’s heart skipped a beat. “Huh?” Operation: Don’t Have a Crush On Jonghyun was doomed to fail if he kept saying things like this. “Why? What do you mean?”

“You can’t date both Clara and Minho, silly.”

“Oh, right. Clara.” Taemin steadied his breathing right as Jonghyun pulled into his driveway.

“And he’s coming tonight?”

“Yeah, it’s tonight. My mom told me she wanted to set up a nice dinner and everything.”

Jonghyun nodded solemnly, his expression unreadable again. “Tell your mom I say hi.”

“Okay.” Taemin was about to get out of the car before freezing and turning back to Jonghyun. “Aren’t you singing at the cafe tonight? You were so excited about it last week but you haven’t talked about it since.”

“Tomorrow night.” Jonghyun shot Taemin a genuine and warm smile. “You remembered.”

“Well, no thanks to you,” Taemin said with a laugh. “Okay, good. If it’s tomorrow, I’ll be able to go for sure.”

“You better.” He smirked at Taemin, a face that usually sent butterflies fluttering all around his stomach. He shoved them down aggressively. “See you, Taeminnie.”

“See you,” Taemin said, giving Jonghyun a quick side hug before finally leaving and jumping up the steps to the front door. He turned to see Jonghyun still in his car, watching him until he was sure he entered his house as usual. He waved excitedly and then opened the door, greeted by his two fluffy dogs, Adam and Eve, jumping up and scratching his legs. By the time he turned around to check if Jonghyun was still there, his car was gone.

“Taemin! Come down and say hi!”

“Coming, mom!” Taemin scrambled out of his bed, checking his reflection in the mirror quickly to make sure his hair was at least presentable, before rushing downstairs to meet the boy who was to live in his house for the next four months.

“Hello Mr. and Mrs. Lee,” Choi Minho said, politely shaking hands with Taemin’s parents. Then his eyes strayed to Taemin and he flashed him a bright, movie-worthy smile. “Hey Taemin. You look kind of like your brother.”

Taemin fought the urge to roll his eyes. This would be weird, becoming friends with someone who already was technically friends with his brother. But he stuck his hand out anyway and shook Minho’s, responding coolly, “Yeah, I get that a lot.”

“Thank you so much for letting me stay in your home,” Minho continued after shaking Taemin’s hand. He was the spitting and handsome image of chivalry and manners, and Taemin could practically see the heart eyes on his parents’ faces. “I hope accommodating me won’t be too much trouble.”

“Oh, honey,” Taemin’s mom said, fawning over Minho and helping him with his suitcases. “It’s absolutely no trouble. And you and your family were so kind to Taesun, how could we not repay the favor?”

Taemin’s father jumped in, “We just want you to have a nice time here, son.” He clapped him on the back in the most dad way possible. “Just make yourself at home here, and I’m sure Taemin will help you adjust, no problem.”

Taemin nodded, pursing his lips and eyeing Minho and the magic he seemed to possess over his parents until his mother motioned for him to help bring Minho’s luggage upstairs. They dragged his things up to the guest room right next to Taemin’s. Minho took a look around and graciously smiled at Taemin and his mom. “This is perfect, thank you.”

“We made a special dinner for you tonight too,” Taemin’s mom jumped in excitedly. “It’ll be ready in about half an hour. Just start getting settled in and I’ll call you boys down when it’s ready, okay?”

“Thank you Mrs. Lee.”

Taemin simply nodded, watching in silence as his mom left him alone with Minho. He frantically searched for something to say, anything. “Uh, so. I saw you like sports.” What a great conversation starter.

But Minho’s eyes immediately lit up. “Yes! I love soccer especially.” He paused, gauging Taemin’s dull reaction. “What about you?”

“I’m more of a dancer.”

“Oh,” Minho said, nodding solemnly. Then, “Do you think I could try out for the teams at your school? Or maybe just practice with them if the season’s over.”

Right. He was going to be following Taemin around at school for the next two months. “You’ll have to ask about that. I’m not sure.”

Minho sat down at the foot of now-his bed. “I told my parents it was too late in the year to do this, but they forced me to come anyway.” He stared down at the floor and Taemin felt a little sorry for him. “I just hope I can adjust okay.”

“I’m sure you will.” Taemin stood awkwardly near the door of the room, not sure of what else to say or if to just leave Minho alone.

“Can I hang out with you?” Minho suddenly asked, looking back up at Taemin with those big, handsome eyes of his. “At least until I make other friends,” he added in a rush.

Taemin wasn’t expecting him to be so forward, but how was he supposed to say no? His days consisted of school, dance lessons, and Jonghyun… Jonghyun. Minho would hang around with them on their morning coffee trips, after school, in the halls, during lunch. Nothing would be just them two again.

But maybe this is what he needed to move on. A way to hang around Jonghyun without thinking that every interaction between them two was like a date. Without reading too much into every gesture or snide comment Jonghyun loves to make because, no, of course it’s not meant that way, Minho is right there. “Sure,” Taemin said, shooting Minho his most genuine smile. “You’ll be fine, don’t worry. There’s plenty of ways to get you out there.”

Minho sighed in relief. “I’m glad. And thank you.” He looked at Taemin through his lashes with a look so appreciative, Taemin’s mom would be melting.

“Do you need any help unpacking?” Taemin offered, partly to be helpful and partly to have Minho stop looking at him that way.

“Yeah, actually.” They got to work unpacking some of Minho’s memorabilia - lots of sports posters, trophies - before Taemin’s mom called them both downstairs for dinner. And dinner was what Taemin expected: His parents asking Minho about his classes, his sports teams, and his life back in California. More fawning over how good his manners and etiquette were, and some snide comments about how Taemin’s could be improved. Minho just seemed to radiate pure perfection, in every sense of the word.

When dinner finished up and the dishes were clean, Minho and Taemin said quick goodnights to each other before disappearing into their respective bedrooms. Taemin flopped down onto his bed and immediately tapped on the message he received from Jonghyun.

How was minho~~

Taemin rolled over onto his stomach and smiled at his phone, imagining Jonghyun’s teasing lilt to his voice saying that.

cool. basically perfect lolTaemin hoped that text didn’t sound too jealous or bitter but before he could think about it more, Jonghyun responded.

Youre more perfect

jonghyunnnnnn

It’s the truth Taeminnie

Taemin felt the familiar flush creep up his face and buried his face into his pillow to try and stop it. He typed out:

he’s going to be hanging out with us for whileA pause. The text bubble that meant Jonghyun was typing something appeared, then disappeared just as quickly. What was he trying to say?

After a few more agonizing moments:

Ok as long as you arent drooling over his perfection the whole time

What? What type of response was that?

i don’t like him that way

I didn’t say you did

Now what? They were at a standstill. Taemin should just end this strange conversation now.

goodnight jonghyun. pick me up tmrw before ur gig

Goodnight Taeminnie. Sleep well

After a few more moments of staring at the screen, analyzing Jonghyun’s words, Taemin was ready to shut his phone off and try to sleep before he felt it buzz in his hand.

I love you

This wasn’t unusual for Jonghyun. He’d frequently say this after particularly deep talks or when something memorable happened for either of them, like at Taemin’s sixteenth birthday or when Jonghyun got his acceptance letter for his dream college. But this felt different…

No. Taemin wasn’t going to let it feel different. It was the same as every other time Jonghyun said it, and he didn’t have a crush on Jonghyun anymore. There was no deeper meaning and he was an idiot to even try to look into it. He sent back a “<3” and shut his phone off for real this time, closing his eyes and trying to wish away thoughts about Jonghyun so that he could sleep in peace.

--END OF CHAPTER--

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[papergirllife]

Lee Jeno

'You ease Jeno's frustrations during a late night recording session."

Warnings : unprotected sex, cockwarming, generally quite fluffy.

Word count : 1.8k

You were in your pajamas at 1 a.m. in the morning, still in the company because your boyfriend is trying to record the best version of his verse in the recording booth a few feet away, his black denim jacket draped across your chest to shield you from the cold.

You were going through your own lyrics, making a few changes here and there to make sure the flow of the song suits you, working in a low volume to avoid disturbing Jeno, who was already getting antsy from this certain verse.

When you were done, you placed the pencil on the desk and got up from your seat, walking to the booth where Jeno had his handsome face in a frown.

“You okay, Jeno? Aren’t you cold in here?” you asked as you took his jacket off of you, draping it back onto his broad shoulders.

“I'm feeling fine, you should use it,” Jeno said shortly before he takes it off, putting it onto you again.

“But you're just in a tank, and you have to perform on stages very soon, you can't catch a cold,” you argued before trying to take it off once more, only to be stopped by Jeno’s hands.

“I'm fine, you're the one who's sensitive to the cold, I don't want you to get sick because of me, I didn't ask for you to be here with me, and still you showered and came back here to be with me, I'm sorry for eating up our time, I know I promised to have a night in with you,” Jeno said with a sad tinge to his usually cheerful eyes before reaching out for you, embracing you into his warmth.

“I know how important this comeback is for you, I wanted to stay here with you because I'm stubborn and that's on me, not you,” you said before turning your body to tuck yourself closer into Jeno, giving his bicep a quick peck before burying your head into his neck, the familiar scent of cologne filling your lungs.

Jeno let's out a chuckle at this odd but familiar action, you started doing this since the day Jeno had started working out on his arms more, every little thing he does you’d always be proud of it, which is why you're so different from everyone else, Jeno feels safe with you, the fact that the both of you absolutely adore each other irks his members out, but he doesn’t care, not when he only has eyes for you.

“I love you,” Jeno said without hesitation, it's always been like this for the two of you, saying these three words whenever you felt like it, communication between the two of you has always been good, though it hasn't always been like this.

There was a time at the beginning of the relationship where Jeno only knew how to show his love through actions, fearing that it may seem too pushy if he constantly speaks up about his emotions, being a guy and all, but your reassurance of loving to hear everything he has to say, as well as those doe eyes of yours that always have a hundred percent focus on him, had given him a sense of comfort, and so he now speaks whatever that comes to mind when he's with you, most often 'I love yous', it could be in the morning when you wake up, or moments like this where there are uncertainties in his head, you’re his rock.

“I love you too, Jeno,” you said it back before pulling away slightly to kiss him, pulling him closer again by looping your hands around his nape, playing with the strands of hair there as you bit on his bottom lip gently before feeling a sudden grip on your hip, a gasp falling from your lips just to give Jeno the opportunity to dominate the kiss, getting you right where he wanted you to be, under his control.

Jeno tasted like the chocolate mint balls he was having just now, a mixture of sweet chocolate and invigorating mint clouding your senses, the taste so addictive that you licked at his tongue just to taste more, but soon Jeno pulled away, noticing that you were running out of breath, your forehead lolled against his, a sign that he was all too familiar with.

“Slow down, baby, what's got you so worked up?” Jeno asked as he peppers kisses down your neck sloppily, he knows he can't mark you without your manager lecturing you, so he'll just have to manoeuvre himself to the valley of your breasts, popping open the buttons of your pajamas to reveal that you've worn a set that had no padding, the tips of your nipples would've been obvious it weren't for how loose your shirt was.

“Remember the last time we fucked in here? You had a writer’s block for stronger and 119, I want to be your muse again, Jen,” you reminded him as you trailed your hand at the hem of his tank, palming his abs that you go crazy over, you must be the luckiest girl ever, to find a guy who’s as hot as he’s talented in his career, not to mention the sinful things he does with those dancer hips.

Jeno chuckled at that fond memory, recalling Jaemin’s horrid expression when he found the two of you in such a state.

“You do know that this is ANL right?” gesturing at the lyrics on the stand.

“Which is a highly suggestive yet quite a fluffy song, we have to set the mood in order for you to actually gain some inspiration, no?” you said before you pulled off his shirt, throwing it somewhere behind you.

“Greedy aren't you?” Jeno said as he tips your chin higher to get a good look at you in the dim lights, admiring your swollen lips and the lust in your eyes, all because of him.

“Well, you can't pen my name down for these songs, the least you can do is give me a good fuck to remember it by,” you said with those seductive eyes of yours looking into his hooded ones before reaching down his pants, a jolt from his cock at your freezing hands.

“Whatever my baby wants, whatever she gets am I right?” Jeno said before manoeuvring you to your back facing his, letting your ass feel his hard on.

You placed your hands on the stool that Jeno previously sat in, arching your back for him to easily access the situation.

Jeno pulls your sweats and panties down hanging them onto the stand, you purse your lips at the sight, hoping that none of your arousal gets onto the surface, but before you could make up your mind whether to tell Jeno to place your clothing somewhere else, Jeno had spread your folds with two fingers, a hand coming up to swipe at your slit teasingly before pinching your clit lightly in between his thumb and index finger, combing a moan out of you, legs jolting at the sudden pleasure, you were always sensitive there.

“Fuck, baby, I barely touched you and you’re dripping wet, didn't know you were this worked up,” Jeno said by your ear, his voice a few octaves lower.

Jeno enters two fingers in one go, making you buckle your knees at the sudden intrusion, not expecting it so soon, the feeling of his rough finger pads reaching deep into you, searching for that one spot, and when he found it, it felt like the first taste of heaven, a whimper falling from your lips as you held onto the stool harder, preparing for what's to come.

Jeno thrusted his fingers in a moderate pace before sliding in a third, making a scissoring motion to open you up for his large cock.

When he deemed that you were wet enough, Jeno shoved his pants and boxers down to his knees, impatient for the warmth in between your legs.

Jeno positioned himself at your entrance, pushing in an inch before slamming himself into you.

“Fuck, Jeno!” you could feel how full you were now, and how he fits perfectly inside you, his tip dangerously close to your sweet spot, you just need him to move.

“Jeno, you can move now, please,” you begged, breathless as your mind is still registering the feeling of this euphoria.

Jeno clenches his jaw in concentration before pulling out of your sweet pussy slightly, before thrusting back in, starting a quick and shallow pace, the way your warm walls were clenching onto him was making him lightheaded from the immense pleasure, but he knows he has to get his shit together if he wants to actually finish up recording tonight.

Jeno grips onto your hips as he builds up his pace, pistoning his dick inside of you hard and fast as he hears your screams of pleasure, the sound echoing in this small booth, encouraging him to go faster as he gets addicted to this sweet melody.

You held onto the stool for your dear life as you felt the knot in your abdomen slowly unwinding, a sign that you’re nearing your edge.

“I'm gonna cum, Jen, cum with me, please,” you said before purposely clenching onto his dick.

“Fuck, baby, I’m not gonna last any longer if you keep doing that,” Jeno said in one breath, before focusing back onto chasing both your highs, a hand moving to your breasts to pinch your nipples with the perfect amount of pain, he knows how much of a pain slut you are for him, and that was exactly what pushed you over the edge.

You felt your body convulsing as you orgasmed, the knot snapping free as the screams of Jeno’s name tumble from your lips as you let Jeno continue.

Jeno came only a few sloppy thrusts, after you, biting onto your shoulder as he came, giving a few hard thrusts to ride out both your highs, and just so he could bury his cum inside you, letting both your juices mix.

When both of you were done, Jeno moved your limp body expertly on top of his as he took a seat onto the stool, him still inside of you, your head tucked by his left shoulder, picking up where he had left off just now.

“You're right baby, you really are my muse,” Jeno said before humming a tune, then correcting some errors on the sheet.

“Well, good to know I was helpful, now if you'll excuse me, I need to clean up,” you said before trying to get up.

Jeno's left hand grips onto your hips, restricting you from leaving.

“Stay for a bit, I'm finishing up soon, then I'll clean you up, I'm sure you’re too tired to walk now, get some rest,” Jeno said as he pats your head gently, something he does that oddly lulls you to sleep.

“Okay, just don't overwork yourself,” you said before drifting off to sleep on your boyfriend’s shoulder, your very own human pillow.

#nct smut #nct fluff #nct #nct dream #jeno #jeno smut #jeno fluff #lee jeno #nct 127 #wayv #jaemin

[moxfirefly]

So I’ve been working on this for a little while now after a comment @supershiny-raven left on one of my post. I present to you:

How the others find out you and the turtles are dating.

Raphael entered the Lair with you in his arms. His brothers stumbling by him, Leonardo actually tripping.

The gang had gone to drink at Vern’s fancy penthouse, a round of drinks had turned to four and before anybody had common sense he had broken out his fancy wine collection.

That had truly been everyone’s undoing.

Yours as well.

Raphael the tank had pretty much only gotten buzzed, even more so upon seeing your state he figured he needed to somehow get you and everyone else home safe and in one piece.

“Where do we dump Donnie?” April had one of his arms slung over her shoulder while Mikey had his other, they had quickly found out the purple banded terrapin was a fan of wine. “Whatever is flat and comfortable, you think you can manage him and Leo?” Raphael nudged his older brother who had dozed off while resting against the couch.

“Yeah yeah brah, we totally-“ He unceremoniously let his brother fall on the nearest cot, poor April taken along for the ride. “Shit, sorry girly”

Raph shook his head, you groaned stirring awake and tightening your hold on him. Raph was basically carrying you with one arm beneath your rear. Making his way towards his room he gently placed you on his bed and set about the task of removing your shoes. “Hey hey mister, I got a boyfriend” You squinted at the large terrapin at the end of the bed.

“Yeah I heard, lucky guy gets to put ya drunk ass to bed, where’s your makeup bag baby?” He got up when you half hazardously pointed at the dresser.

Pushing yourself up a little on your elbows you watched him gather your face creams and a pack of makeup wipes. He sat back down but next to you and motioned towards his lap. “C’mere, let’s get your face off” You giggled when he manhandled you onto his thigh and took out the wipes. Slowly and in the most excruciatingly loving way Raphael set out to wipe off your makeup. Each stroke removing foundation and eyeshadow, you mumbled something he somehow understood in your inebriated state. “Yeah yeah I got ya kid” With all the careful dexterity he developed over time, he gently removed your eyelashes.

“Somebody has been paying attention” You giggled, feeling the buzz in your body shift into grogginess. Raphael looked inside the bag, adding some cream to your face to hydrate it. He examined his work, a lazy smile as he caressed your face. It felt bizarre he could actually do this, touch a beautiful girl and do something so silly as help them out with their face routine. The two of you had been rather quiet about your relationship, enjoying it all to yourselves.

“Ya were the cutest drunk at that party” He ran his knuckles across your chin, You smiled sleepily lifting up enough to catch his lips in a languid kiss.

The door creaked open and there stood April, her own slightly drunk face breaking out into a sweet smile. The two pairs of eyes that landed on her read ‘get out’ and ‘keep your mouth shut’ slowly April backed up nodding with a giggle.

Then there was a ruckus of what Raphael only assumed was April tripping and Leo drunkly laughing his ass off.

____________

Michelangelo

Oh he was screwed.

So insanely screwed.

How could he misplace something he kept on his person so diligently?

Mikey turned over everything he could in his room, currently he had done just that with the mattress but to no avail.

His phone was missing.

His phone with that very scandalous polaroid you’d taken for him.

Mikey had nearly passed out when you gifted him the picture and to his delight he had stuck the polaroid on the back of his phone in its clear phone case. He kept his phone on him all the time, sure he’d have to be a little sneaky about placing it down but he could manage.

Now though? He was about to have a coronary.

Okay, currently in this disaster there was no trace of it. This meant he’d have to scavenge the living room.

Where his family was.

Mikey swallowed and scurried out with a silent prayer that it would there.

Raphael and Leonardo were currently watching a basketball game. They seemed pretty engrossed and perhaps wouldn’t notice that he was scouring the ends of the earth for his actual girlfriend’s literal boobs. He peaked aglance at the couch, his large brothers had to take up so much space to make it worse.

“What are you looking for?” Came Donnie’s voice from the kitchen. The orange banded turtle froze, he tried giving him a nonchalant shrug. “Just checking how I can give Raph a wedgie ya know” Donnie raised a brow ridge, mug of coffee to his lips.

“I double dare ya numbnuts, the Knicks are down ten points and I’m pissed” Raph grunted as the opposing team landed another shot and Leo sighed exasperated with the outcome. His eldest brother got up thankfully which allowed him to take a look at the that side of the sofa. To his dread but relief there wasn’t anything.

Where the fuck was his phone?!

“Hey snot face, can ya order a pizza?” Raph grumbled as the game seem to worsen, a pizza could fix up his mood. Mikey frozen, mouthing a series of ‘shit shit shit’ as he frantically looked around.

“Oh man that would fix this terrible game, can you order it with extra bacon too?” Leo went straight to the fridge to grab something to drink. “Order some cheesy sticks too will you?” Donnie asked as he poured himself another mug of coffee.

Yes all of this sounded wonderful and his stomach did grumble but

HIS GIRLFRIENDS BOOBS.

Raph had scooted further to grab his own soda from the coffee table and just as he did he saw his phone. Relief washed over him but to his immense dismay and terror, the back of his phone was facing up. Which means the clear case he had was displaying the infamous polaroid he had been gifted.

You had simply asked him one thing.

‘Please don’t let your brothers see my tits’

It all felt slow motion, his eyes going wide, his hand diving to the couch and just as he did, Raph’s quick reflexes kicked in unfortunately and he turned to grab his youngest brothers wrist. “Ya ain’t giving me a wedgie man!!”

Raph’s eyes followed Mikey’s hand and then his eyes bugged out.

“Why are there titties on the sofa?!” Raph made for the phone but only got a face full of pillow cushion. He snatched the phone before it could be grabbed by anybody else. The red banded brute grinned as his brother hugged the phone to his chest. “Advert your gaze you perv!” Mikey all but shrieked.

“I’m not the one walking around with a titty pic as my phone cover” Raph grinned, just to make matters worse Leo and Donnie had gathered.

“Mikey why are you walking around with a random porn pic on your phone cover” Came Donnie’s disapproving tone.

“It’s a polaroid” Was all Raph needed to say.

The silence that fell was brief, then a series of ‘ooh’s’ sounded off and Mikey all but frowned and felt his cheeks heat up.

“No way! That can’t be...” Leo was incredulous. The relationship between Mike and you had remained rather on the down low. It was fun, a little secret away from the world that could stay between the two of you.

“Mikey, are you and y/n a thing?” Donnie asked exactly what the rest wanted to know but Mikey dreaded to answer. He sighed dramatically and tucked his phone into his pocket, shooting Raph a glare as his green eyes followed the motion.

“Listen dudes she made me promise that nobody would see that picture and I’ve already broken that cardinal rule thanks to this jerk face” He frowned at Raph, who in turn rolled his eyes.

“Well maybe keep the picture in your wallet or your room?” Leo sipped his soda with a matter of fact tone.

“Or as a background on your phone cause honestly man” Donnie smiled to himself when Mikey shot him an incredulous look. “Why’d she give you that?” Raph inquired sneakily with a smirk.

“For our three month anniver- AH YOU DICK” Mikey huffed out as Raph began to laugh, it was so easy to trick Mikey when one played their cards right.

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Donatello

Investigating could take a toll on anybody, even if by all means you weren’t a detective it still didn’t mean you wouldn’t find yourself researching and investigating crime. It seems to be part of the job description when you befriend four giant crime fighting terrapins.

In away you could help, you did.

Everyone had huddled around the living room, the coffee table littered with pictures, clues and all sorts of pieces of evidence that could possibly lead to the culprit they were trying to catch. You had set down a stack of papers, eyes already screaming for a break. Leo and Casey were at the kitchen talking, Casey had just clocked out and was reporting back what the nights investigations had gathered. Raph and Mikey were checking out the pictures Casey had brought over and Donnie naturally was researching on a laptop he’d placed there.

You had nudged him to come over and join the huddle, and secretly you just wanted him close. The two of you were dating, quietly and unannounced, but in those first few stages of just wanting to be glued to one another it was a little difficult to do said glueing.

On a few occasions with prying eyes preoccupied with their investigating, you had reached over to rub his cheek, his sleepy eyes spoke greatly of how tired he felt. Donnie had been at this already for a while, you’d been there with him along the way.

With a stretch of his arms, Donnie yawned and rolled his neck. The clock on your phone read 3:45am, he was due for a nap at the very least. “Why don’t you lie down, I can keep helping out here” You reached over again and took off his glasses, he smiled tiredly but shook his head. “I’m fine, I can keep going” Despite his entire body language screaming otherwise, Donnie would always soldier on.

By the time another hour passed, people consumed enough Coffee to give themselves an additional pulse (and somebody committed the mistake of giving Mikey said coffee) the investigation had died down. A few walls were hit but a few leads had come from it as well. Everyone was ready to call it a night (or morning).

Casey yawned, twisting his neck to let out a few pops. “Okay who’s staying and who’s coming with me?” By the sounds of April softly snoring against an equally happily snoring Raph, it seemed she would stay. Casey had a few hours of sleep to catch on before heading for his next shift and you had to preoccupy yourself with the same before tackling a night shift at your job. Donnie’s tired eyes expressed how he wanted you to stay over but he knew work was closer to your place.

“I guess I’m carpooling with you” You told Casey, already grabbing your jacket and bag. A quick hug to Leo and Mikey, a bow to a recently awaken Splinter and you were next to Donnie.

He’d been sitting on the kitchen table, arms crossed and looking closer to being k.o’d.

It was the sleep deprivation honestly, on both your behalves.

Because you had spread your arms for a hug and so had he, but your face had met in the middle and before either of your foggy brains could comprehend what was happening you had smooched him.

On the lips.

For about a minute.

Minute and a half honestly.

You both froze, the awake members of the family staring with raised brows. Donnie furrowed his brows, lips pursed in a thin line, you still had your own in a kissing motion.

“Well at least we solved one mystery tonight” Spoke Mikey with a snicker, Leo nudged him.

Donnie sighed by shrugged. “Not exactly how I wanted to announce this so yup, I’m her boyfriend, she’s my girlfriend, please hold all inquires for a later time when I’m actually awake” He pulled you in again for a hug, and another kiss (greedy boy) and instructed Casey to deliver you home safely.

With a blush but albeit happy look on your face you waved everyone off.

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Leonardo

Keeping a relationship quiet had never proven to be so difficult. Truthfully it came easier when the circle of people surrounding you was bigger, but a close knit one? Everyone suddenly had the powers of observation up to God level.

But Leo’s ninja skills were God level too and you knew how to keep your trap shut and not sigh like a love struck teenager every second you saw him. So it had gone good, real good for a while. The thrill of maybe sharing an intimate kiss while others we’re around was a sensation you never expected to enjoy. When it was time to leave, Leo would ‘walk you’ home safely and by ‘miracle’ run into a few thugs on his way back.

Because there’s no reason a brisk ten minute walk to your apartment should turn into an hour and a half.

Raph wasn’t buying but cared little to stick his nose into it. Donnie was too busy to bother. Mikey had an idea but decided due to bro code not to voice it.

His father though?

Splinter knows what’s going on because well, he’s Splinter. You live long enough with four giant sons all with their unique personalities and traits, you pick up a thing or two about parenting pretty easily.

And Splinter is a phenomenal parent.

Both Father and Mother to his sons.

So naturally he’s irked that his eldest is sneaking out at odd hours and trying to conceal his return. Because Splinter feels that out of all four, Leo has always been the most open with him. Once Raph hit those pre-pubescent mood swings, Donnie began to teach himself all matter of subjects and Mikey was too busy trying to set a new record of heart attacks to give his father while skateboarding; Leo always remained the same.

Even with all the acolytes Leo has achieved in his ninjutsu training, he still had his hiccups and his father would never spare the opportunity to turn into a teaching moment.

So when Leo had kissed you passionately on his way out of your window, you still in nothing but the skin that he had dedicated a fair amount of time in kissing and bitting. He thought he was being slick, he thought he was going to ninja his way into the Lair, into the showers and straight to his bed.

What he didn’t account for was his father waiting up on him. A mug of hot tea on the kitchen table and hands clasps together in what Leo recognized all to well as ‘Dad Mode’.

He’d been caught with the proverbial hand in the cookie jar. His gear was half hazardously on, mask slipped down around his neck and for Christ sake he was holding a shoe. It was 6:30am and he smelled like a girl, a pretty girl no less. The jig was up, especially when his dad motioned for him to come forth and seat opposite him at the kitchen table.

“Dad I can ex-“ Splinter held up a finger and pushed the mug of tea towards his disheveled eldest son.

“My son, I am not angry” Which was truthful, he wasn’t, in fact he was ecstatic that Leo had found somebody, somebody good and somebody that loved him for he has. Long ago he had accepted the pain that his sons would not find suitable partners and the ache it would come with for them. But here was Leo, nervous and trying to adjust his clothing because he’d been with a woman, a woman he clearly loved.

“I like y/n, she is kind, thoughtful and caring to us” Splinter emphasized each trait with a tap of a long nail on the table. “She should be treated with respect, I hope I have instilled that teaching unto you, a lady is to be respected Leonardo” Leo nodded at his fathers words, he nodded and prayed that the underwear he had stuffed into his pockets wouldn’t magically transport on the table to further humiliate him.

“So please my son, do not lie to me, do not come home late in this state and not expect me to know what has transpired” Dad voice was on, coupled with the sympathetic eyes though, man Splinter was good at this shit.

Leo hung his head, clearly ashamed of his dishonorable doings. “Hai, sensei” Even as an adult being scolded by his father never stopped hurting.

“And please do tell her that there isn’t anything hide, she is welcomed in our home, I would not mind getting to know my future daughter in law a little bit more” Splinter enjoyed the way his son nearly choked on his tea.

“Perhaps I can tell her a few anecdotes of your growing up” He smiled when Leo looked at him with pleading eyes. “I believe I have a few embarrassing ones she will find most delightful” He stood up and placed a hand on his sons broad shoulder. “I’m sorry dad, sorry for sneaking around and not telling you” He was earnest in his words and Splinter bowed his head.

“I know, thank you Leonardo” He walked away, hands behind his back.

Leo sighed and pulled out his phone, shooting you a quick text.

-so my dad wants to formally meet you... as in introduce you as my girlfriend.

It felt nice to hit send on that message.

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YOU MAY NOT COPY OR REPOST MY WORK ANYWHERE!!!

This is a imagine I made on my Wattpad that hasn't been released yet so I posted it here. @ivnasfilm is my wattpad btw!

Warnings: Fluff? Smut? Sexual interactions, language, cockblocking, Ward Cameron mentions, grinding, mentions of sex

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"Are your parents home?"

"No, they're at Thornton's for a couple hours."

"Sarah and Wheezie, too?"

"Yes," Rafe replied to his questioning girlfriend, Y/n. The duo have been dating for a year now. Y/n has been inside Rafe's house many times. She met him through her brother Kelce. He was pretty worried about it at first, but eventually Kelce would've had to get over it because Y/n is 18. She's a legal adult. She can do whatever the hell she wants.

They got closer by attending parties together, spending days at the country club, golf course. Sometimes even just sitting and talking at the beach. It was more than enough for both of them and they enjoyed it all. They made it official by attending Midsummers together. It was a pretty big deal to them since every single Kook would now know that Rafe Cameron officially had a girlfriend.

The first time she met Sarah, they hit it off pretty well. Did sleepovers, painted nails, read magazines about hot guys. Basically girly stuff. Even took fun trips on the Cameron's boat to get away from their boyfriends. They became best friends and truly loved each other's company.

Just like Rafe enjoyed Y/n's.

"Sooo, can I come inside?"

He leant his head back against the car seat. Staring at the girl who was sitting in the driver side of her vehicle. "Can you come inside?"

"Yeah, or- do you want me to?"

The mood in the car lightened as their talk became less questioning and more seductive. Y/n leaning over the center console, her breath hitting Rafe's face in all the ways he likes. Her hand reached over, brushing against his thigh.

"Do I even have to answer that?"

She shook her head at the Cameron before connecting their lips. Softly and gentle was how it was starting off, before Rafe placed his hand onto the zipper of her jeans.

"Not in here. Let's go inside."

"Okay."

The couple exited the car, Y/n making sure to lock it, and headed inside the house. Rafe using his own key to get indoors. They ran up the steps to Rafe's room, shutting the door behind them. Y/n removed her maroon crew neck, sitting herself on Rafe's bed as he removed his t-shirt.

He gently pushed her down sliding his heavier body between her legs. Leaving little kisses from her chest and up. He knew better than to give her hickeys on the neck because of Kelce so he avoided that.

His hand ran itself up and down her waist, giving it a small squeeze. They liked skin pressure. Tension. They began moving upwards, pushing under her cami top. A cropped tank that protected your breast if you didn't want to wear a bra. She tend to wear them often when around Rafe for these special purposes. And today, she just got lucky.

His thumb grazed the side of her breast. "Can I take this off?"

"Mhm."

"Hey Rafe, I need a the U-"

Before he could continue, Wheezie came barging through the door. Covering her eyes. Rafe groaned at the fact that his sister didn't knock. Knowing whenever the door is closed, you knocked.

"Wheezie, we talked about this-"

"I know. I'm sorry. I keep forgetting," she sighed. "Hi, Y/n."

"Hi, Wheez."

"What do you need? Why aren't you at dinner with dad and Sarah?"

"Halfway through the dinner, Rose threw up because Topper's parents made snail and she didn't like it. She made an excuse saying she was probably coming down with the flu. So we came back early."

"What did the Thornton's say?" Y/n asked. Intrigued by this hilarious story as Rafe put back on his shirt.

"Nothing. Just that we should head home just incase they could catch whatever it was."

"That sounds awesome!"

"Yeah, I know. Hey, wanna see the video."

"Oh absolutely," Y/n exclaimed, getting up from Rafe's bed. He sighed as he watched the two girls laugh at the gross vomiting. Althought part of him was glad Y/n was getting along with his little sister. "That's freaking gross. Cool. Like really cool. But gross."

"Yeah, i'm gonna upload it to my Instagram."

"Tag me?"

"Obviously."

"Awesome! Thanks."

Rafe stood. "So, what did you need?"

"I need the USB cord to connect my phone and laptop to upload the video in a file just in case dad and Rose make me take it down."

He huffed out his breath, walking over to his desk. He opened the top drawer, pulling out a mid-length white cord, handing it to his sister. She thanked him and tried to leave, but Rafe stopped her at the doorway. Death glaring her.

"I'm not gonna tell anyone. Chill out. Not like I wanna talk about it and picture it again."

"We weren't doing anything."

"I may be young, but I'm not stupid."

"She's got a point," Y/n agreed. Wheezie fist bumped her and left. Rafe shutting the door behind her. He turned to Y/n who just shrugged at the annoyed boyfriend of hers.

He smiled as he walked up to her, pushing his face close to hers. "Now, where were we?"

"You tell me."

He chuckled, the vibration against her lips sending chills down her whole body. He kissed her seductively like he did once before. This time Y/n pushed Rafe down onto the large bed, enough room for her to switch that position.

Her hands rested on his ribs as she grinded her clothed area against his member. A moan escaped her lips as a huff left his. The jeans in between them horrifying this exciting interaction.

She swayed her tongue and lips against his neck. His eyes rolling to the back of his head, letting out a grunt. She scooted down a few inches so she wasn't sitting directly on top of his belt.

"God, these pants got to go."

"So do yours."

She undid the strap of his waistline. Next thing was unbuckling his pants. She undid the button that lied above the zipper before grabbing the loose metal tab, pulling it down it's line.

"Rafe, dad needs you downsta- HOLY SHIT!"

"OH MY GOD," he groaned out loud. Y/n pushed herself off the dirty blonde, landing beside him. Sarah stood in the doorway, eyes covered, laughing.

"Stop laughing."

"You guys were totally about to do it," she sang as she pointed between them.

"Shut up, Sarah."

"Dad wants you. Said something about the golf course or country club. One of the two. I don't know," she shrugged as she sat beside Y/n. Rafe looked to his girlfriend.

"I'll be right back. You," he pointed to Sarah. "Be gone before i'm back."

"Will do, dickeroo."

Rafe left downstairs as Sarah turned to Y/n and smiled with eyebrows raised. "What are you staring at?"

"Uh...you. Were you guys about to have sex? Since when?"

"Well our first time together was months ago. Like 3 or 4."

"When we were first friends, you said you never planned on having it until you're married. Since when has that changed?"

She shrugged. "Since I met Rafe."

"You guys are too adorable. Well you, not him. Can't stand him."

"Yeah, I know. Sometimes I can't stand Kelce. I wanna kill him."

"Yeah, well let me get going before Rafe tries to kill me." (No pun intended)

She hugged Y/n before leaving the room, just as Rafe walked back in. This time locking the door before shutting it. "That is the last interruption for the night. I told everyone I was going to bed."

"Well, good cause I am trying to get my freak on," she laughed as he jumped back onto of her. Finishing what they've been trying to start.

Thanks for reading!!!

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ok but what about going to the gym with boyfriend!tom (i always workout alone and i have my gym crushes here and there) and Tom gets so worked up about it and when she notices she begins teasing him.........and smut happens 👀

obsessed with this.... i love a gym/post-workout moment... nsfw! minors dni <3

✧———clearing out my askbox!———✧

smut warnings ↠ semi-public sex, shower sex, hair pulling (ft brief pain kink), fingering, unprotected sex, cumshot.

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“Another five, darling. There you go. Keep going.”

Sweat prickles along your hairline, your face pulsing with hot blood. With each burpee, you feel your heartbeat quicken and your body get more tired, but you aren’t about to give up. Not with Tom, your boyfriend, poised in front of you, jumping up and down in sync with you.

He’s ridiculously attractive, even when he’s bossing you around in the gym. It’s been the cause of a few teasing comments from him already, as he’s caught you out taking breaks to ogle him. In your defence, it’d be hard not to look. 

Tom is in a pair of shorts and a tight black tank top, his biceps out and flexing every time he swings his arms around. His hair lies over his head in messy heaps, and his cheeks lie flushed with a healthy glow. Adrenaline looks good on Tom, and you can’t even be annoyed that he’s pushing you to go further because it’s so attractive coming from him.

“Fuck yeah,” he says finally. “We’re done.”

You finish your set and release a sound of relief, sagging forward and falling into his embrace. Tom laughs, his chest heaving as he holds you in a loose, sweaty hug. His neck is hot with perspiration, but you don’t hesitate to curl closer, savouring the brief moment of respite in his arms.

“You’re so mean,” you whine. You finally fall back, just to bend over and grab your water bottle from the spot on the mat. You take a few deep swallows of cool water before Tom grabs the bottle from your hands and shoves it past his own lips. “I’m so tired.”

Tom hums, jaw tensing as he swallows down mouthfuls of the water. “You’ll feel good, though. All those positive endorphins,” he says, grinning slyly. “I want to do some weights before we go, but I think that’s enough cardio for today.”

You make a loud sound of agreement. “Definitely,” you agree. You wave your hand at the exercise mats. “I’ll just do some stretches and wait for you.”

He nods and darts forwards to kiss your cheek before letting you go. “Okay, love,” he says. “I’ll just be over there.”

The gym is fairly empty this morning, and you’re able to find a spot on the edge of the exercise mats without much trouble. As you sit down on the squashy sprung mat, you pull your arms above your head and start to stretch out your shoulders. The weights station is directly opposite the mat zone, so you’re able to watch Tom as he browses the weights trolley before picking off a large dumbbell. 

You find yourself biting your lower lip as you watch him sit on the edge of a bench and start to pump it. Tom spots you staring, and you watch him smirk. He wiggles his brows before sitting up a little straighter to flex his muscles with more vigour. If you weren’t in public, you’d growl, the sight of his pulsing arms, flushed face and ripped figure making a hot flush travels out from your centre. As Tom licks his lips and intensifies his smirk, you find yourself shivering.

Two can play at this game.

You stand from the mat, biting your lip as a devious thought tickles you. Meeting his eyes, you raise a brow in question before turning around and facing the wall. You can feel Tom’s gaze on your figure, burning intently as you start to do some squats. The exercise is his weakness, especially when you do it, and you’re cruel for exploiting that information, but you find yourself smirking as you continue to drop low, arching your back and taking your time. 

To any casual observer, it’d just look like you’re very attentively exercising, but to Tom, you know you’re driving him mad.

There are mirrors set into the wall, and you watch as Tom abandons his exercise in favour of sitting there to watch you, jaw tensing. You meet his gaze through the reflection and flash a teasing smile, only for it to melt into fulfilment as you watch Tom mutter something to himself then stand up quickly. He hurries to put away the weight before picking up his phone and stalks towards you, his lean figure stacked with sweaty muscles.

He lingers behind you for a moment, eyes taking you in as you do a few low squats. Through the mirror, you can see his nostrils flare, his eyes shifting dark and heady. When you finish your set, you straighten up before stepping back a few paces to press your back against Tom’s front. He mutters a low, “fuck,” and you feel his member, quickly hardening as his crotch rubs against your ass.

“Darling,” Tom mutters, scooping your hair out of the way until he’s able to kiss your neck. Your skin is hot and sweaty, but he doesn’t hesitate to nibble up and down the side of your throat. “‘M so hard right now.”

You shiver as he laps over the sensitive skin of your neck. “Do you want to go home?”

Tom grumbles into your ear. “I can’t wait that long,” he complains, voice low and accented. “You look so hot, love. I’ve got a stiffy.”

Biting your lip, you turn around and take his hand. “Well,” you tease, “have you got anything in mind?”

He nods his head. “Yep,” Tom says. “Follow me.”

Tom takes you down to the unisex changing room, and you catch onto his idea as he points at some of the large shower cubicles. They’re each caged in with frosted glass, and like the gym had been, the room is unusually empty. There are a few people milling around, but no one else is in the shower room.

You bite your lip as you look at him. “Really?” you ask, but you’re already pulling off your shirt. Tom stands across the bench from you, similarly jerking off his tank top.

His eyes sparkle. “Fuck yeah,” he growls. “Did I tell you how hot you look in those leggings?”

After a little bit of negotiating with your clothes, the towels and the lockers, Tom pulls you into the shower cubicle. He turns on the water before pushing you up against the wall, caging you in with an arm planted on either side of your head as his lips find yours. You’re both naked now, your clothes discarded back in the locker, and you have to bite back a loud moan when you feel Tom’s hard cock slide to rest between the soft flesh of your thighs.

“Shhhh,” he murmurs, speaking into your ear. Tom pulls one arm away from your head and snakes his hand between your legs. He smirks as his index finger slips between your folds, rolling over your clit before shifting down to tease your entrance. You’re already wet, your body hot and aching from the time spend watching him work out upstairs, and you feel your hole pulsing and spasming against his finger as he curls it into your heat. “Anyone could walk in, baby... you’ll need to be really quiet.”

“Okay,” you manage. Your head falls back against the cool tiles of the back wall as you part your legs, allowing Tom to feed two of his fingers into your pulsing cunt. His lips close over your neck as he works you open, cock still brushing up against your thighs. You have to swallow a moan when he adds his thumb to your clit. “Shit,” you whine.

You reach up and run your hands over his shoulders, momentarily getting distracted by the muscles on his form. Tom’s been working out consistently for the past six months, and the evidence can be found in the definition of his shoulders and biceps. His muscles are so firm, and as you appreciate his strength with your hands, you feel yourself clench around his digits.

Tom smirks, leaning up to nose at your cheek. “Are you okay there, lovie? You seem a little distracted.”

You scrunch the tip of your nose as you twist a hand into Tom’s hair. His strands are saturated with droplets from the shower, and he’s still grinning as you bring him closer to kiss him.

“Fuck me,” you mutter against his lips. You gasp softly as he curves his fingers up towards your stomach, the tips of his slender digits caressing your g-spot until you whimper. You feel so slick, the space between your thighs coated with your arousal. “Do it hard. From behind.”

Tom licks his lips. He captures your mouth in a final kiss as he pulls away from you. An annoyed whimper slips from your lips as your cunt throbs emptily, but your mood is soon to pick up as he turns you in his arms. With his back pressed to yours, you can feel Tom’s erect cock, standing proud against your lower spine.

“You’ll let me hit it from the back?” he mutters, nipping at your neck. Tom’s large hands swoop around to cup your breasts, his fingers toying with your nipples as you gasp.

“Yeah,” you say. You bend over, reaching out to hold onto the metal control taps of the shower as you spread your legs and arch your back. You look back over your shoulder, eyes darkening as you watch Tom situate himself behind you, pumping his flushed cock in his hand as his jaw tenses. He curses as he meets your eyes. “Hard and fast,” you request. “Please.” You’re buzzing from the endorphins from your workout, and you find yourself craving your boyfriend’s firm touch.

Tom nods his head. A focused expression finds his face as he steps closer, resting one hand on your ass as the other stays wrapped around his length. You bite back a soft moan as he slides his tip between your folds, teasing your clit for a second before guiding his bulging crown up to your entrance.

“Are you ready?” he asks, voice barely audible above the stream of water pounding down beside you.

You bite your lower lip. “Fuck yeah,” you mutter. “Give it to me.”

Tom slips into you with ease, and your eyes drop shut as your head falls forward.

“Oh god yeah,” Tom mutters, burying himself deep within your heat. You bite your lower lip to muffle your cries as his thick cock presses your walls apart. “You’re so tight, darling. Oh fuck. Cunt feels like fucking paradise… Always so snug around me, isn’t it?”

You’re glad for the loud stream of water and the garish pop tunes that stream through the air because the noises of skin slapping against skin are audible to you. Your fingers wrap around the cool metal of the shower controls as you cling for dear life, your breathing laboured as Tom thrusts into you like a demon. As he shifts both hands down to grasp at your hips, the engorged head of his cock brushes up against your g-spot. Your back arches when he hits against your spongy back wall, causing your heat to tighten.

“Oh fuck,” Tom murmurs from behind you, his voice sharp and breathless. He squeezes your waist as he continues to pull you back to meet him, each rut of his hips against yours propelling him deeper. After a while, he shifts one hand away, hot fingertips dancing up your spine before burying into your hair. As Tom tugs on your strands, the ache in your skull makes you whimper. “Touch your clit, darling,” he asks, keeping his voice quiet.

When he releases your hair, you follow his instructions blindly, unable to think of anything beyond how good it feels to get railed like this. It’s clear that both of you are riding on the highs of your workout, Tom’s pace brutal as he spends all his leftover energy on you. You’re willing to take it, your greedy cunt revelling in the bruising pace he’s set and basking in the glow of his length stretching you out so well. 

Mixing in with the sounds of water thrumming against the tiled floor comes the sound of your puckering heat, clinging to his cock each time he buries himself in you. Quiet expletives tumble from your lips as you get to the edge, unable to vocalise your enjoyment but instead falling into the rhythm of pushing back against Tom every time he snaps his hips. With the way his fingers grow needier, holding at your hips with a slippery grip that only grows messier, you can tell he’s just as close as you. 

It doesn’t surprise you at all when Tom suddenly gasps, then you feel his cock start to throb inside you as his rhythm falters. The sensation of him shooting his seed into your desperate heat makes you spiral over the edge. You grip the bar of the shower tighter as you bite into the top of your arm to muffle your moans.

Tom slowly evens out his pace, continuing to fuck into you until you stand up a little straighter. He runs his hands over your ass and waist before stepping back, the discomfort of him pulling out quickly smoothed away when he gently coaxes you up and into his arms.

“So good, darling,” he whispers, holding you to his chest. His lips come down over the side of your face as his hands play with your wet hair. When you shiver, Tom walks both of you back, helping you into the stream of warm water. “You always do so well for me. Best girl, aren’t you? My best girl.”

He’s cooing and gentle, holding you with love in his arms and tenderness shining in his gaze. When you’re more stable, you pull away from his chest, feeling beads of his cum dripping down your inner thighs as you lean up to steal a kiss from his lips.

“Love you,” you mumble, folding into his arms.

Tom’s hands gently caress your spine, and you can feel him smile against your lips. He squeezes your ass with the palms of his hands before releasing you.

“Love you too,” he says. He reaches behind you and pumps the soap dispenser, lips brushing the top of your nose as he runs the lathering liquid over your wet form. “I’ll clean you up now,” he promises.

You bite your lip as you look up at him, blinking innocently. “You made a mess,” you say, thinking about your pussy, still clenching around droplets of his seed.

Tom arches a brow, eyes momentarily dipping down to your legs. A shadow of a smirk crosses his lips a moment later, then he’s pressing them back against your ear.

“Well,” he purrs, tone heavy and suggestive, “I think I know what I can do to help clean you up…”

#this is 2.5k ! #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader smut #tom holland blurb #tom holland smut blurb #tom holland fanfic #myblurbs #tomblurbs #tom.filth #q

[dumb-and-sane]

Stranded

JJ Maybank x Reader

Summary: You and JJ get stuck on a small sandbank in the middle of the ocean and you get stung by a jellyfish.

A/N: Don’t pee on a jellyfish sting, it doesn’t actually help lol

“Never have I ever had sex on a beach before,” JJ said, bringing his freshly opened beer bottle to his lips.

“You know that’s not how Never have I ever works, right?” You gave him a pointed look. “You’re supposed to say something that others have done but you yourself haven’t. You’re losing that way.”

“Can’t see how I’m losing by getting to drink beer.” He took another sip. “Playing with just two people is pretty pointless anyway.”

You sighed, annoyed. “Ok, how about this one? Never have I ever forgotten to refuel the boat before taking my friend to a sandbank in the middle of the ocean.”

JJ rolled his eyes at you but wordlessly drank from his bottle once again. The midday sun was burning down on you, only a single palm tree on the small patch of land providing you with some shade. You weren’t sure how long you’d been here already – three hours, maybe four -  but you knew you’d have to stay even longer as there was no way you’d get of this island without some gas for the boat.

“If you want someone to blame, blame John B,” JJ spoke up absent-mindedly, his fingers painting patterns in the sand, “I filled up the tank two days ago. Didn’t think he’d taken her out since then. And he didn’t tell me.”

“Well, it’s his boat, you know? …Not like it matters now.” Playing the blame game definitely wouldn’t solve your problem.

You stared out at the ocean for a while before JJ attempted to lighten the mood by changing the topic. “Hey, you forgot to drink before. Don’t think I’m letting you off the hook.”

“No, I didn’t?” you said confused, “When?”

“Sex on the beach?” he clarified but you just stared at him, “…you’ve never done it on the beach before?” He seemed genuinely surprised, shocked even. As if never having done it on the beach was totally unthinkable for someone living all their life near one.

“There’s just some places of my body that I don’t necessarily need sand in, okay? Don’t act like I’m missing out.”

“But you are missing out,” he insisted, “Sure, the sand isn’t the greatest but that’s why you’re so close to the ocean – you can wash it off afterwards.”

“Not convinced.”

“One day you’ll see that I was right.”

A comfortable silence washed over you. You lied down on the sand and JJ did the same, watching the clouds slowly wandering across the sky. Then the grumbling of JJ’s stomach disturbed the peacefulness. 

You propped yourself up on your elbows and turned towards JJ. “There’s still some food in the cooler on the boat. You want me to get it?” Not even waiting for an answer you got up on your feet and wiped the sand off your body.

“You mean watermelon? That barely counts as food.” He groggily sat up, giving you a look of judgement.

“Hey, at least I brought something to eat,” you returned, already wading into the ocean towards the boat, the water refreshing your legs. “Ahh, the this is nice... Care for a swim, J- ouch, shit!”

You flinched in pain, your left foot, that something had touched just now, shooting up reflexively.

“What’s wrong?” JJ came hurrying towards you.

“I think I got stung by a jellyfish,” you winced as you dragged yourself to the shore, “Oh my god, it’s fucking huge.” A swollen, purple bruise took up almost the entirety of your foot

“Heard that one before,” JJ joked, while laying your arm around his shoulder to support you on the way back to your sitting spot under the palm tree, “context was far more pleasant though.”

You groaned as you flopped down on the sand, not sure whether it was because of JJ’s comment, the pulsing pain in your foot or because of what you were going to say next.

You looked JJ in the eyes, dead serious, “I need you to pee on my foot.”

“What?” He stared back at you, not sure he had heard correctly.

“I need you to pee on my foot,” you repeated, “It’s supposed to help with jellyfish stings.”

“No way I’m peeing on your foot,” he protested, “Do it yourself.”

“I kinda thought you were at least somewhat familiar with the female anatomy, all things considered, but that’s not going to work,” you pointed out. “I promise I won’t look, okay?” 

“I’m not worried about you staring at my dick, Y/N! I’ve got nothing to hide!”

“Then what are you worried about?” You knit your brows in thought, “Are you… are you worried you’ll like it?” You were teasing, obviously – or well, you sure hoped JJ didn’t have some piss fetish going on.

“What? No!” he was quick to exclaim, “It’s just fucking weird. I’m not doing that.”

You were about to open your mouth again in another attempt to convince him when he cut you off. “I have a better idea.” 

You watched him take off towards the boat.

“Hey, don’t get stung, okay?” you shouted after him but he was already jumping on board by that point, grabbing his backpack and rummaging through it.

“Ta-da!” He held out his arm presenting an already pre-rolled joint.

And then he dropped it. Right in the ocean.

“You dropped it.” You stated.

JJ’s eyes were glued to the water, right where the blunt had disappeared. “That was my last one,” he muttered.

“So much for your great idea.” You looked down at your foot, the pain had barely faded and an unpleasant itch started setting in. You knew you’d be stuck here for a while, without medical attention. 

“Please, JJ?” You gave him your best puppy dog eyes.

He sighed, “Can’t believe I’m doing this.”

…

“Your foot any better?” You and JJ munched on your last watermelon slices while watching the sunset.

“Yeah, I think so.” Truth be told it was still itching like crazy but you weren’t going to admit to yourself that JJ had peed on your foot for nothing. “Hey, if we didn’t make it off this island what would be one last thing you’d want to do?” You decided to change the topic.

“Don’t be dramatic. We’re not gonna die out here.”

“Hey.” JJ put his hand on your shoulder in reassurance, his eyes meeting yours. “The others are gonna come looking for us. They’ll notice we’re missing.”

“And if they don’t?” You asked, not very optimistic.

“They’ll notice the HMS Pogue is missing.”

You chuckled, “Okay, fair point. But theoretically, if they didn’t, what would you do?”

“Well, I dropped my last joint in the ocean, so…” His gaze lingered on your face for a moment. “Do you know why I brought you out here?”

“Because you wanted to show off JJ-island, a totally ordinary sandbank in the middle of nowhere, discovered by the great JJ Maybank, and I was the only one who had time?” You guessed, not sure what he was getting at.

“Pope and John B actually didn’t have any plans today,” he sheepishly admitted, “I guess I just wanted to spend some time with you alone.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at the confession and suddenly JJ’s face was super close. You bit your lip unsure of what to say or whether to say anything at all. JJ took that decision from you as he leaned in further, his lips crashing into yours. You didn’t know how to react at first. You had never acted on your feelings for JJ, afraid of ruining your friendship if he didn’t return them, but you found that those worries quickly dissipated into thin air now that he was actually kissing you. You brought your hand up to cup his face and slightly opened your mouth to deepen the kiss even further.

“This,” JJ gasped, gently breaking away for air, “I guess, this would be the last thing I’d wanna do…”

You smiled against his lips, “So I heard I’m totally missing out on something called sex on the beach… And I don’t mean the cocktail,” then you captured him in another kiss. Your hands travelled down his shirt and disappeared underneath it, slowly starting to move up again. Before you could get any further though, the sound of a motorboat made you pull apart.

“What are you kids doing out here?” A male voice called out to you. Shoupe. 

The moment was definitely ruined now but at least you wouldn’t have to die here.

“Shoupe, I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy to see you,” JJ grinned at the officer before whispering to you, “Don’t worry, we have lots of nice beach spots at home.”

#jj maybank x reader #obx imagine #jj maybank #jj maybank imagine #jj x reader #obx fanfiction #outer banks fanfiction #this is totally inspired by that one episode of stoked #female reader #f!reader

[redhoodieone]

You’re so Lucky!

A/N: Hey y’all! Here’s another sexy story that was a request from the amazing @jasontoddslut! Enjoy my peeps!

Warnings: Language, Bad Relationship with Ex-Boyfriend, Smut, Voyeurism, and Jason’s Goddamn Dirty Mouth!!!!!

It was bound to happen. She couldn’t deny this was going to happen sooner rather than later. If she believed they that they could get through their issues and be happy like they once were, then she’s a real fucking idiot.

Gabi still couldn’t believe it though. One minute she was trying to calm Bobby down and the next, he’s screaming at her and telling her to get the fuck out of his apartment. He was in a bad mood to begin with. He’s a mechanic and he’s always tired when he gets home. He was expecting dinner to be ready and maybe have his loving girlfriend of three years rub his back since his shoulder pain is getting worse.

But no. Gabi made the mistake of asking Bobby where he was tonight as soon as he got home.

What set him off was her telling him to calm down. She should have known though.

You should NEVER. EVER. Tell an easily angry guy to calm down.

Because that’s like telling fire to not burn people. Or telling a baby to not cry.

She should have known better though. It’s no surprise Bobby’s into some serious shady shit that the low life Gothamites meet up sometimes at night in casinos or nightclubs. She knows they do illegal shit like selling drugs, ordering weapons from other countries, and maybe even kidnapping young women and children.

And Bobby had participated in the ordering weapons category.

How Gabi found out is another story: she knows for damn sure that Bobby once brought home fifteen state of the art total militia AK-47 guns. Bobby had foolishly asked Gabi to go get some important documents from his huge safe; totally forgetting the weapons were in there about five months prior.

Why would a normal mechanic need such weapons?

Gabi had decided to never bring it up. Bobby would either deny or lie about it. His temper had been getting worse right about then and she knew better.

But he wasn’t always like this. Oh, no. Bobby was a funny, laid back, and loving type who worshipped the ground Gabi walked on before they even started dating. But after two years of living with each other, things changed.

Simple as that. Things changed.

Gabi always wondered how things could just...change. So easily. The fact that it could happen in the blink of an eye frightens her sometimes.

Just like Bobby’s hidden anger. She never knew a hilarious and sweet guy could have the rage of a bull.

Bobby never hit her though. He always made sure to slam his fist against the wall beside her head, though. He was the type to yell and belittle Gabi as if she was a little girl.

But she wasn’t a little girl. She was a 23-year-old woman who moved in with her boyfriend so fast that she began to understand why her parents and friends disapproved of her choices and relationship.

I just had to learn the hard way, Gabi thought to herself.

She doesn’t know why she’s trying to think of sayings that relate to this experience. The point is, Gabi knows she seriously fucked. With Bobby only giving her ten minutes to pack whatever truly mattered to her, she had to hurry the fuck up.

The moment she made it outside the apartment building, all Gabi could do is replay her questions that she asked Bobby.

Where were you tonight?

Were you with someone?

What did you do?

Why can’t you tell me what you did?

Are you hiding something from me?

Are you getting into dangerous things?

No wonder Bobby kicked her out. Gabi should have never put her nose in his business. And now, she’s practically homeless. She knows it would be embarrassing as hell to go back to her parents’ house because of what they told her before getting involved with Bobby. She also knows her friends would treat her horribly, with the “I told you so” stares and lectures. Gabi was certainly running out of options just as the rain began to fall.

There was one person she could go to, who would never turn her away.

However, Gabi hasn’t spoken to this person in about a year because of her relationship with Bobby as well as this person’s own relationship with their significant other.

But Gabi knew Y/N was a good person, a good friend. She was a sweet person, with a big warm heart and she would never turn her away.

With nowhere else to go, Gabi walked alone in the rain all the way down to high class side of Gotham.

By the time Gabi gets to the high-class penthouses, she has to call Y/N to let her inside. Of course, Y/N excitedly tells her to come up, and Gabi immediately starts to feel somehow relieved that Y/N hasn’t changed at all.

As Gabi finally makes it to the correct floor, she sees Y/N waiting by the door, where Gabi assumes is where Y/N lives. Y/N is wearing a red and black flannel pajama pants and a thin black tank top. Gabi also notices Y/N’s barefoot, and her hair’s in a messy bun.

She must have just woken up. I’m so sorry, Y/N, Gabi thinks to herself.

But none of that matters when Y/N meets Gabi halfway in the hall where they collide in a tight, warm-hearted embrace.  Y/N smells like a woodsy, musky cologne, most likely from whoever she’s seeing with now. Maybe they were snuggling up against with each other until Gabi had called and asked if she could come over.

“Come inside. You must be freezing!” Y/N says, releasing Gabi from her hug and pulling her arm towards the front door.

Gabi follows on shaky legs, completely overwhelmed by seeing her longtime best friend. Y/N giggles and leads Gabi inside the penthouse. Gabi instantly is hit by the aroma of vanilla and musk, the smell of intimacy and seduction.  Her eyes take in the red and black walls and décor, some exquisite art pieces, and the big space that is more comfortable and warmer than most homes she’s ever seen.

“Welcome, mi casa es tu casa! Seriously Gabi, babe, make yourself at home. There’s absolutely no rush to leave. You leave when you’re ready, okay?” Y/N says seriously.

“Are you absolutely sure? I really don’t want to impose or put you and your boyfriend out,” Gabi confesses.

Y/N leads Gabi to the long, cherry red couch that is facing a huge flat screen TV. Gabi sets down her duffle bag and takes a seat next to Y/N on the couch.

“Don’t be ridiculous! Jay and I insist you stay here until you figure out what you want to do, okay?” Y/N says, before she turns around to get comfortable to face Gabi.

A vanilla candle is lit on the coffee table. Gabi’s cheeks flush in embarrassment. “I didn’t...interrupt something, did I?”

“Oh, no, you didn’t! I was just setting the mood in the living room to be more...comfy,” Y/N admits, with a chuckle. “Jason just got home a few minutes ago and is taking a shower. He should be done by now.”

As if on cue, they hear someone walking down the hall and towards the living room. He stops near the couch. There in all his glory, well half-naked glory, stands Jason Todd, God’s greatest creation of man...at least that’s what both girls were thinking.

“Gabi, this is Jason, my boyfriend,” Y/N proudly introduces Jason to Gabi. “Jay, this is Gabi, my best friend in the whole wide world.”

Still dripping wet and fresh out of the shower, Jason at least has a white towel wrapped around his waist; hiding his goods that Gabi wanted to see so desperately. He’s really tall, must be 6’2 or something close to that. She takes note that Jason is all man: there’s absolutely nothing that screams “boy”. Gabi inhales hard when she watches his large hand run through his soaked dark hair. The other hand holds the towel tightly around his hips.

“Hi,” Jason smirks at Gabi. She notices his eyes are green, almost like emeralds. He smiles at her, even his white teeth are perfect. “So, you’re Gabi. Y/N’s told me a lot about you.”

“She-she has?” Gabi chokes out. Why is it so hot in here? Why can’t she speak?

Her eyes zero in on the droplets of water running down his strong as fuck built chiseled chest and perfectly sculpted abs that she really wants to lick and bite his skin.

Holy fuck...

Gabi scolds herself for thinking such inappropriate thoughts about her best friend’s boyfriend. Even though Gabi’s never fantasized Bobby this kind of way, she realizes Y/N’s lucked out. Bobby wasn’t in shape or even remotely attractive like Jason.

“Of course, she has. You’re one of her best friends, and I’m happy to finally meet you. I would go over there to shake your hand and properly greet you, but I’m uh...not exactly dressed yet,” Jason chuckles, and almost seems shy now. “I’m gonna go get dressed real quick so we can talk.”

You don’t have to. You can stay the way you are. You can even drop the towel, Gabi thinks improperly.

Y/N smiles softly at Jason as they watch him leave. True to his word, Jason returned in a pair of black sweatpants and a white t-shirt and took a seat next to Y/N. Throughout their comfortable and pleasant conversation, Gabi truly sees the way Jason cares about her best friend. Midway through their talk about what happened to Bobby, Jason clearly was paying attention and rubbed caressed Y/N’s thigh when Gabi recounted the latest scary fight with Bobby. Whenever Y/N looked shocked or worried, Jason made sure to calm her down through touches, forehead kisses, and whispers words along the lines of love, probably.

It almost makes Gabi jealous. Y/N’s life is clearly so much better than what Gabi had going on for herself. Jason seems like the perfect gentleman; always does and says the right thing. Gabi’s never seen a man pay so much attention to a woman before. Not only did he offer Gabi his advice and opinions on getting a better and more affordable apartment on their street, but Jason even voiced his hatred for Bobby, and even went on to criticize the man for treating women so poorly. He even made a joke about finding the man and breaking his legs; making Gabi and Y/N laugh their asses off and making the energy around them fun again.

But for some reason, Gabi couldn’t help but notice that Jason wasn’t laughing as hard as she and Y/N were. It almost seemed like Jason was serious about breaking Bobby’s legs, but Jason wouldn’t do that. She was sure of it.

He wouldn’t, would he?

By the time midnight came, the three of them stood up and decided to go to bed. Jason even surprised Gabi by giving her a hug and telling her that she can stay in their guest bedroom for however long as she wants and needs.

“I’m serious, kid. Don’t even worry about it. You mean so much to Y/N, and so therefore, you mean a lot to me, too,” Jason had said as he pulled back from their hug.

Gabi was speechless to say the least. She didn’t want the hug to end. He felt so good in her arms and he smelled so fucking good.

But it was bedtime now, and once Y/N and Jason had shown Gabi the guest bedroom, they went off to bed to let Gabi get comfortable. It wasn’t long for Gabi to quickly clean herself up and put on some plain pajama shorts with a tank top. As soon as she turned off the light, she was amazed by how big and comfortable the bed was. She figured it must be new and is probably the first person to sleep in here. In just a few minutes, exhaustion took over and Gabi fell into a deep sleep.

Her throat was dry. That’s what awoke Gabi at two in the morning and made her climb out of bed and go search for a bottle of water. She made sure to tiptoe out of the room and walk slowly and quietly to the kitchen.

As soon as Gabi made it to the end of the hallway, she stops dead in her tracks when she hears moaning. A woman moaning.

Her mind registers that it’s Y/N moaning. But why is she moaning in the living room?

Curiosity forces Gabi to peek out into the living room and see what’s going on, despite the logical part in her mind is screaming at her to have some respect for her best friend and her boyfriend.

But being a pervert outweighs being a prude.

Gabi is utterly shocked to her core when she sees her best friend straddling Jason’s lap. On the red couch where they sat a couple of hours ago, Gabi sees Y/N and Jason making out heavily. She couldn’t unsee it; she wants to keep watching them.

Gabi even sees the vanilla candle is lit again, after Jason had blown it out before they all went to bed.

But all Gabi could see is Jason’s fingertips digging hard into Y/N’s exposed flesh from where her tank top is pushed up above her bare tits. Y/N shamelessly moans in between the evident delicious kisses, and grinds against Jason’s apparent bulge.

Gabi quickly notices an isolated leather recliner that’s against the wall near the hallway. She throws herself down, sinks into the chair and watches the practically live porno show in front of her.

Jason pulls back from the deep kiss, revealing his red, swollen lips from where Y/N’s been biting and sucking since the beginning. He rests his head back against the couch and looks up with hazy, lustful eyes as Y/N grins down at him. She bites her bottom lip and pulls up her tank top, removing her top completely from her body.  

“Fuck...what the hell are you doing to me, sweetheart?” Jason asks breathlessly. He runs his hands up Y/N’s back and moves them to her front where he reaches for both her tits.

“I’m slowly...and softly killing you,” Y/N says, closing her eyes and moans when Jason gently grabs both her tits in his hands; her breasts fill his hands perfectly.

“I’d say...” he says, before sighing contently when switches from pinching her nipples to squeezing her tits before he sits up straighter and pulls Y/N’s body closer to lick and suck her sensitive nipples.

“Oh, fuck...oh Jay...feels so good,” Y/N moans louder than before. She whimpers and continues to rub herself against him. “I need to cum...please make me cum, Jay...”

Jason pulls back from her chest and gazes into Y/N’s eyes. “You wanna cum, doll? Do you want me to make you cum?”

“Yes, please...I need you so bad!”

“No, I don’t think you need to cum,” Jason teases, before he pulls off his own t-shirt. “Now, I’m going to take off the rest of your clothes, but if you touch your pussy, I ain’t going to fuck you.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!” Y/N snaps. Her cheeks are flushed from being aroused.

Jason smirks at Y/N’s frustration.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, sweetheart. I’m going to check how wet you are,” Jason explains, as he raises Y/N off his lap to pull down her pajama pants and panties; leaving her completely bare on his lap. “If you’re soaking wet, then I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you’ll be feeling me for days. But if I have to make you wet, then that means I get to do whatever I want to this pussy.”

“But-”

Jason runs his hand up Y/N’s thigh until his fingers glide over her bare pussy. His fingers gently push inside her, he can feel the wetness, but wants to see it for himself.

“Stand up and put your pussy in my face,” he demands.

“What?”

“I want to taste your delicious pussy right now. Don’t make me get up and literally put you on my shoulders to eat you out,” Jason threatens.

Y/N slowly moves to stand up carefully on the couch. Her legs are shaking, but Jason quickly grabs her to hold her steady. He doesn’t waste any time, and he dives into her pussy as if he’s a starving man.

“Oh fuck!” Y/N cries out.

Jason’s tongue on her clit is what she wants the most right now. He squeezes her thigh and flicks his tongue side to side until Y/N fears she’s either going to fall back or fall over him.

Y/N notices one of Jason’s pull up bars is above her. How convenient.

She grabs a hold of the bar to hold herself up just as he decides to slip a finger inside her. Holding herself up allows him to remove a hand from her thigh. He takes the opportunity to slip another finger inside and pumps them in and out fast.

Y/N’s body trembles when Jason curls his fingers and strokes the sensitive wall that he’s mastered so well. He can tell she’s close. She must have been excited earlier when they planned to stay in last minute. He manages to look up at her and he can see she’s barely holding on.

“You’re so close aren’t you, babe? You taste so fucking good that I want you to cum on my face. I want you to be my dirty girl tonight,” Jason says as he finger-fucks her harder and faster than before. “Are you going to be my dirty girl tonight?

“Yes! Fuck yes! Just-just make me cum, please!” Y/N cries out desperately, needing the push that Jason could only give her.

“You are my dirty girl. You love it when I make you cum with just my fingers and mouth. But I bet you want my cock right after, huh?” Jason asks, chuckling darkly when Y/N’s eyes roll back when he speeds up his fingers inside her. “You wanna ride me, don’t you?”

“Yes-yes I do...” she’s panting now.

“Okay, I want you to cum in my face and then quickly get on my lap and ride me. Fast, slow, hard, whatever, you pick. I just want to feel your warm, tight pussy around my dick, okay?” Jason says, quickly shoving his sweatpants and boxers down to his feet. “Fuck...give me your pretty, tasty pussy, sweetheart!”

And then Jason finally gives in. He pulls both her thighs to bring her pussy to his face. Y/N whimpers when he licks all around her wetness, and he hums in approval when he feels her hand stroking his scalp and pulling his hair, while she continues holding herself up with only one hand now.

The vibration from his humming helps her reach her release. He continues to thrust his fingers inside her and sucks her clit until she gushes in his face.

Y/N manages to silent most of her orgasm, but it didn’t help when Jason continued to lick and suck at her clit to swallow most of her juices. Once her body relaxes, she lets go of the pull up bar and drops down to the couch. Y/N quickly straddles Jason’s lap until her pussy is hovering above his hard cock.

“Spit on my cock, doll. Get it nice and wet,” Jason says, as he watches Y/N spit in her hand and stroke his thick cock until he’s nice and ready for her. “How are you going to ride me, sweetheart?”

Y/N slowly looks up into Jason’s dilated, misty eyes. “Deep. Hard. And fast,” she says.

Jason swallows hard but is able to quickly smirk up at Y/N before she takes full control. “Then ride me, sweetheart. Fuck yourself on my cock like the dirty girl you really are.”

Y/N finally lowers herself onto Jason’s cock, all logic and common sense flies out the window. Whenever his cock was deep inside her, they both tend to lose themselves and the world around them. Because whenever they were connected emotionally and physically in their bubble, nothing else fucking matters in the world.

When Jason fills her up completely, they both release a content sigh. They usually take their time in the beginning, mostly because of their fears whenever Jason leaves to work as Red Hood. But since they’re both so horny and want to cum sooner, they’ll have to just take their time during round two.

“Fuck me, sweetheart. Fuck yourself silly on my dick,” Jason moans, but he and Y/N laugh at the “silly” part, when he realizes that’s not very sexy.

But Y/N understands and slowly lifts herself up his lap until just the tip of Jason’s cock is inside her. She keeps a steady pace, lifting herself and lowering herself, until their rhythm flows. Within seconds, Jason helps her by holding her hips tightly and thrusting his hips in time with hers.

“Your cock is so big inside me, Jay. You fill me up so good,” Y/N moans and rides him a little faster; wanting the head of his cock to rub hard and relentlessly against her g-spot. She guides one of his hands off her waist to move towards her pussy, encouraging him to rub her clit. “I wanna cum again, Jay.”

“Yeah? You like ridin’ my big cock, you dirty girl? You want me to fill your pussy with my cum?” Jason asks, watching Y/N’s tits bounce while she rides his cock faster than before. He can’t help himself, he uses a free hand to pinch her nipple and leans in to bite and suck her breasts, until he puts his hand back to her hip to guide her thrusts. “You want me to fill you up with my cum?”

“Yes! Yes, please!” Y/N begs.

“Okay, my dirty girl. I’ll give you what you want.”

Well, Jason knows now that this is going to end fast, but he refuses to let it end without Y/N cumming hard again. He squeezes her hip with one hand and the other hand rubs her clit fast in messy circles. He begins to pull her down to meet his thrusts, fucking her harder and faster with everything he’s got. The squelching sound from his cock fucking up into her wet pussy becomes more noticeable, especially when their skin-on-skin slapping gets louder and harsher that echoes in the living room.

“Fuck...Y/N, you’re getting so tight. You feel so fucking good baby,” Jason pants hard, completely sweating and keeping his fast and erratic pace to get them to their releases. “Fuckin’ cum on my big cock, sweetheart. I wanna feel you cum so bad. Please cum for me, again.”

Y/N keeps her eyes on Jason just as her orgasm hits her hard; she squeezes and gushes around his cock, she calls out his name. Jason thrusts harder in her three more times, as he finally cums hard inside Y/N, calls out her name as quietly as he could. Y/N collapses against Jason’s chest, despite being hot and sweaty, but he doesn’t mind. He wraps both arms around her and holds her while they regain their breaths and can function normal again.

Y/N doesn’t see the loving smile Jason gives her as he kisses her forehead. “I love you,” he whispers, and hugs her tighter.

She looks up at him and smiles. “I love you, too.”

Before Y/N can lie her head against Jason’s chest again, she notices Gabi sitting and watching them. Y/N jumps up and covers her breasts with her arms, causing Jason to jump in panic and turn around to see what’s going on.

“Gabi! What-what the hell are you doing there?!” Y/N cries out in embarrassment. She can feel her cheeks are getting red again.

Gabi slowly gets up from the chair and makes her wave into the kitchen. She finds bottled water in the refrigerator, takes one, and goes back into the living room where Jason and Y/N are still frozen in fear.

“I-I was thirsty,” Gabi answers, even though she knows it sounds like a lame answer. She walks backwards until she reaches the hall. “And-and then I saw you guys, and then I couldn’t stop watching. I’m sorry, Y/N...Jason...”

But before Gabi leaves, she points a finger at Jason and smiles. She even chuckles. “But-but in my defense...he’s really sexy! He’s fucking gorgeous, Y/N, and you’re one lucky bitch! You’re so lucky!”

But Gabi is right about that.

Y/N is lucky...because she has Jason.

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The Next Step Part Two

Summary: A few kids were able to hear Hanseok's screams in the abandoned house Vincenzo left him in. They called the ambulance in time to take him to the hospital. Months later, Hanseok tracks Y/N down at a party with Han and tries to kill her. Han had something else in mind.

Notes: mention of Jang Hanseok, mentions of Vincenzo plots, SMUT warning, 18+, minors DNI, GIF is not mine

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Despite it being months since Vincenzo's call saying that Hanseok was dead, Han still kept his eye on you. Once he saw you actively looking for apartments, he squashed it and said that you could keep each other company. Something fluttered in you when he said that he was willing to do anything to keep you safe.

For once, you enjoyed someone staking claim over you. With Han, he respects your individuality and free will. He doesn't restrain you from doing anything but when he thinks you're doing something dangerous, he'll keep you company.

Sean thinks that Han will ask you out or something but you said that wasn't going to happen he only saw you as a friend and he was still in love with Giselle. Sean asked Han the same thing and he was said similar things. So Sean decided to leave you two alone and let you two figure it out ourselves.

"Put something cute on, we're going to a party." Han says, poking his head in to see you doing yoga. "Who are you trying to be flexible for?" He asks. "For me, Han. Yoga calms me." You say, lifting one leg and tucking it on your pelvic bone in the tree pose. Han steps into the room and pushes you into the cushion in front of you.

"Han!" You scold. "Come on, Sean is waiting for us." He says, turning his back to leave but you jump on his back instead. You grab the chips from his hand and jump off his back to make a run for it but he already grabs you. The back of your knees hit the bed, sending you both hurdling onto the bed.

Your hair fans around your head as you stare up at him. A smile tugs on his lips and he asks, "Is that where you wanted this to go?" You were completely baffled by the fact that his hips were hovering over yours and his chocolate brown eyes drifting between your lips and your eyes.

"What? Cat got your tongue?" "Something like that." He leans in so close you could practically taste him. Your breath hitches in your throat and your heart bangs against your chest but your find yourself pulling him closer until your lips collide with his. A softly sigh into the kiss and he plants a hand on either side of you.

You were just getting used to him lips against yours when his phone starts to ring. He pulls away with a grumble and answers his phone with a sharp what. You smile up at him and you could hear Sean asking where you guys were through the phone but Han leans down to give you a few more kisses in response.

"We'll be there. Don't get your boxers in a twist," Han says against your lips. He ends the call and kisses you once more before getting up from the bed. "Get dressed."

"Roger that," you say, sliding to the edge of the bed. "You want your chips back?" "I'm actually in the mood for dessert, but I'll gladly wait until later tonight." He says, giving you a once over.

Feeling a bigger sense of pride, you walk up to him and press the bag of chips into his chest. "I'm going to take a shower, care to join?" You ask. "If I do that, we're definitely not making it to the party.

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Han and Y/N finally pick up Sean thirty minutes later and he immediately felt a change in the vibe between you two. And he definitely noticed the stolen glances and smiles you would send each other. But he didn't say anything until he was alone with Han.

"So what happened between you two?" Sean asks before taking a swig of beer. "What are you talking about?" Han asks, trying to keep it cool by having his back leaning against the railing and not staring at her like he wanted to do. But at least Sean has eyes on her.

Han has body guards trained on her at all times but he still worries for her. It's like he can finally breath when he sees her. "Alright, well what if I tell you she was talking with a pretty good looking guy right now?" "She's her own person. I don't control anything she does." Han answers, popping a chip into his mouth.

"Oh, look at that, he's snaking an arm around her waist." Sean teases and Han wiped his head around so fast, Sean felt whiplash by just witnessing it. Han looked to see you softly swaying her hips to the music as you sipped on your Sake. No man in sight. Once Han realized that he rolled his eyes at Sean but couldn't hide the sigh of relief that left his lips.

"So what changed between you two?" Sean repeats. "We kissed. And it felt so addicting like smoking my first cigarette. I just want to keep kissing her until I can't breathe. And it scares me man." Han says, crunching on more chips.

Sean's eyebrow furrows when he realizes that you were gone and your normal guards are nowhere in sight. "Han, she's gone." Sean says. "Cut the shit. It's not funny."

"No, I'm serious. Look." Han looks at you were a few minutes ago to see . Little did they know that Hanseok tracked you down and followed them into the club.

He bought off Han's guards so you became easy access. Then he just pulled you into a room and shoved you in. Crawling away from him on the floor, you frantically searched for anything you could use as a weapon. Then your eyes fall on a mirror.

"You almost killed me, you know. Vincenzo nearly did it, but he was so caught up on making me suffer as you requested, that it gave me the chance to be saved." Hanseok explains, pulling off his hoodie to show his scarred body.

"Oh God," you whimper. "I'm going to enjoy this," He says, pulling a knife from his belt. You stand up in a wide stance and put your hands up so you could deflect his blows. Your hands were shaking, your worst nightmare has come to life but you can't forget what Vincenzo taught you after he left Korea.

He came to Japan to visit you and see how you were doing. In return for assisting with Hanseok's execution, he taught you how to defend yourself from any deadly weapon. "What? You really think you're going to fight me?"

"The days where I cower from you are over, Hanseok. You want to kill me? Go ahead and try." You snark, shifting your weight from one foot to the next as you waited for him to strike. "Where the hell could she be? She was just here!" Han snaps, looking around the crowd frantically.

You scrambled out of the room with blood sprayed across your neck from when she stabbed Hanseok in the chest with a piece of glass. He should be dead but knowing that he has a vendetta, he's not going to die so easily. You spot Han in the crowd and ran towards him.

"What the hell happened?" "H-hanseok, he's still alive. He tried to kill me." You whimpered, tears building in your eyes. "Where is he?" Han asked. You could see his eyes darken with anger but chose not to question it. You took his hand and followed him into the room where Hanseok held his chest heaving.

Han took out his phone to call DK who answered on the first ring. "Bring your gun. We have some business to take care of." Han says coldly. "Take her back to my place and don't leave her side until I get there." Han says to Sean, talking as if you weren't standing right there.

"No, I'm staying with you." You start, grabbing a hold of his arm. "I don't want you to see me like this," Han says, pulling his arm away hesitantly. "Come on, Y/N." Sean says and Han reassured, "I'll be fine." You nodded before following Sean to the car.

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Hours passed and you were on the verge of taking Han's car and going back to the club when Han slowly walks through the door. Sean and you looked at him with wide eyes when you notice blood splattered across his clothes and face. He was practically drenched in it.

"You can take my car back home, Sean. I won't be leaving for a while." Han says softly and Sean nods his head, choosing not the say a word. He leaves the apartment and you spring to your feet. You try to cup his face to get a good look at him but he moves away.

"Han," "Let me get cleaned up first," he walks passed you and turns on the shower. You wait on the couch for him to finish his shower, chewing on the inside of your cheeks nervously. He finally walks back in with black sweatpants and a white tank top.

"I'm headed to bed. It's been a long day." He says. "Don't do that. Talk to me. Please." You say, standing in his way. "What happened?" You add.

"Do you really want to know?" "I want to know if you're okay." "Well I don't want to talk about it. Good night." He dismissed before walking upstairs to his room.

You respected his decision and decided to stay in the living room with a clear view of the door. Just in case Hanseok crawls out of his grave and finds his way back to you again. Truthfully, you didn't feel the need to sleep. But after you became hyper-vigilant of the door, your eyes closed on their own.

You woke to a soft hand touching your cheeks. Gasping away, you grab Han's hand. "Hey, relax, it's just me." He says and you loosen your grip on him. Sitting up, you tuck your knees into your chest. "What are you doing awake?" You ask.

"I couldn't sleep." He says, followed by a long silence. "Thank you, for doing that for me. I don't know how to repay you." You say. "You don't have to repay me." "Of course I do. What you did is traumatic. It'll effect you in ways I can't fix." "As long as you're by my side, Y/N. I can get through anything."

"Han," you start, but he turned your chin so you are facing him. "I love you," he says, making your heart flutter. You lean forward and pressed your lips to him. Piling yourself in his lap, you pull away to say, "I love you too."

He stands from the couch and carries you into the bedroom, occasionally pecking you on the way. He lays down on the bed and you straddled his lap. You unbuttoned your shirt and let it fall off your shoulders. Your hands found his chest but he sits up and rolls so you are laying on your back.

He glances down at your bare chest before wrapping his lips around one of your nipples. Your head falls onto his soft pillow as he continued to work on your sensitive nub. He pulls away with a satisfying pop before blowing cool air and pressing a soft kiss to your nipple.

He does the same to the other breast and your back arches off of the bed, gasping when your clothes buckle rubs against his crotch. He kisses down the line of your stomach before pulling off your fleece shorts, leaving more kisses in it's wake. He settles himself in between your legs and props your legs on his shoulder.

"Oh God," you whine when he laps your folds painfully slow and kitten licks your clit before lapping your fold again. Your hand rakes through his fine hair and he links one of his hands with yours, resting it on your stomach. You rolled your hips at the same time his kitten licked you clit and your legs spasm as you release yourself into his mouth.

"You taste amazing, ojo." He says. He uses his thumb to part your folds before going to work on your clit much faster now. "Han! Oh God, oh God, oh God," you chant as your grip on his hair tightens and you lift your hips off the bed. He push you back down gently and unlinks his hand with yours so his body could shadow over yours.

His free hand rubs circles on your clit and you moan into his mouth. "Han, please." "Shh, chisana hana." You moan at his pet name for you. Little flower. I think it fits. He captures your lips in a slow kiss that you were so caught up in, you didn't even notice that he pulled off his pants and started to pump himself.

He gently parts your legs and slides the tip along your folds to gather your juices. He slides himself in and your toes curl as his dick brushes up against a sensitive spot in your pussy. He waits for you to adjust and you signal him to move by nodding softly. His thrust are slow but deep and he buries his face into your neck.

You rest your hands on his lower back and he continued to rub your clit as he thrusted into you. A whine leaves your lips as you come apart under him but he continues to thrust into you. He lifted one leg over his shoulder and kept the other one hooked around his waist.

Digging your nails into his back, he moans and arches his back, digging himself deeper into you. "Of fuck," he moans into your neck and thrusting into you faster until you came undone once again. You were seeing stars as he cums after three hard thrusts.

He pulls out of you and lays down next to you, nuzzling himself into you neck and leaves soft kisses. The entire time, it felt like you were floating on a cloud. His touches felt light as a feather but burned into your skin the more he touched you.

It was nothing like sex with Hanseok. Han puts your needs before his own and he actually takes care of you in ways you didn't even know were possible. "Can I tell you something?" "Sure," you lay on your side, resting your hand on the side of your face.

"I think I fell for you and it scares the hell out of me." He confesses and you reach over to trace the side of his face. He waits for you to say something and a soft smile plays on your lips. "I think I fell for you as soon as we met. But we don't have to rush anything. We have nothing but time." You say softly.

"Come here," he says,.opening his arms and you wrap your arms around his neck, hiking your leg over his waist.

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