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jealous | song mingi (2/2)

♡ part one

(can be read standalone.)

♡ pairing: mingi x fem! reader (afab) ♡ chapters: 2 out of 2 ♡ word count: 4.3k ♡ rating: mature/18+ (minors dni) ♡ genre: pwp, smut, established relationship

♡ synopsis: Nothing could have prepared you for the ray of pink that was Song Mingi when you walked through the door at that moment.

♡ warnings/tags: idol! mingi, pink! mingi, brief mentions of ateez, san + woo being lil shits, shameless smut, jealous behavior, possessive behavior, cock warming, slight somnophilia, pussy eating/cunnilingus, biting, hair pulling, minor overstim, size kink, unprotected sex, dirty talk, praise, name calling, breeding kink if u squint, creampie

♡ author’s note:

kinda proof read but again, not rly... hehe :3

howdy again, friends! here is the conclusion to jealous. i hope you all enjoy as much as the first chapter! :3 i had a lot of fun writing this one. seeing all the support has really been encouraging!!

When you step into the stylist's corner that evening, you aren't sure what to expect after overhearing the boy's discussions the previous night. Amidst themselves they chatted animatedly about the possibility of different colored hair. Their rush of words only left you with an undying curiosity as to what you would see today in the hair salon. Unfortunately, none of them seemed too keen on sharing with you, even after your insistent probing.

The time they spent with neutral tones was surprisingly short and they were all too soon being ushered back to the stylists for their new looks. If you had a say, you would have easily protested the idea — given how much you loved Mingi with natural looking hair… but alas.

And sure, most of them had practically gone through the entire rainbow at that point but nothing could have prepared you for the ray of pink that was Song Mingi when you walked through the door at that moment.

Eyes wide with surprise and bewilderment, you're bouncing over to the tall man, practically gushing and cooing as you take in his new appearance. His hair is shorter now, shorter than you've ever seen. The wisps that previously framed his handsome and sharp features are nothing but choppy and sporadic.

"Wow," is all that you can utter as your fingers card through his freshly dyed locks. A low hum of approval comes from him. You stand behind him, staring at him through the mirror he sits before. In the reflection, he's meeting your bright eyes as he beams with a newfound radiance, noting how smitten you seemed.

"Do you like it, babe?" Mingi preens, leaning into your gentle affections as you're stroking his scalp lovingly.

"You look... Uh. Wow." A deep laugh rumbles from his large frame upon hearing your lack of words.

"I look hot, huh?" Pursing your lips, you choose not to reply as you catch the teasing hint behind his words. His statement shakes you from your charmed stupor, as if you're just now remembering how your lovable boyfriend is also oh so insufferable.

"What about meeee~? Do I look good?" You ignore San's whine in the background.

Grasping a fistful of Mingi's hair, you give a playful tug and he lets out a pained noise of complaint.

"Ow! Sorry, sorry… You know I’m just joking."

"You're so annoying, Min." Smoothing out his rosy tufts, you pat his head once and step away to observe some of the others as they're scattered about the salon.

Only a few of the members are in today, most of them having opted to keep their more natural styles. Upon further inspection, you note that only Mingi, Hongjoong, San and Wooyoung are present.

The captain's head is tipping back and forth as he's snoozing peacefully within his chair. You can see they're still lifting his hair, him having fallen asleep as the light color processes. You smile. It would definitely look good once finished.

Not wanting to disturb his beauty sleep, you sneak around him and weave your way toward San and Wooyoung.

Akin to the devil himself San has his teeth bared in the widest grin, dimple showing as he tilts his head toward you, beckoning for you to pet him just as you did with Mingi.

"San, why are even you here? They didn't do anything to your hair."

"It's just a little styling and trimming. See!" The man kicks off the ground and swivels in his chair, spinning a bit to show himself off from all angles. You can't really tell any difference. You resist the urge to roll your eyes at him and snicker alongside Wooyoung as you both ignore his antics.

"It looks good, right? I'm so handsome, right?" San knits his eyebrows together and juts out his lips, offering you his signature pouty face.

"Right, right?"

"Yes, yes. You're so handsome, Sannie. So handsome with your silly little trim." Though the sarcasm of your statements are blatantly obvious, he has never seemed more pleased. So pleased in fact, that he grasps your hand and places it atop his head before he begins nuzzling into your palm. He really did have some cat like tendencies.

You let out an exasperated sigh and open your mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by your lover.

"Dude! Get your own girlfriend!" Having witnessed the entire charade from his corner, Mingi is on his feet now and you swear you can see steam coming from his ears. You know San's jokes are mostly for shits and giggles, but you do feel a little bad seeing your boyfriend so riled up.

It was only a few weeks ago you had your asses chewed out by management after what you and San planned. Not to mention Hongjoong was on his last nerve and would definitely limit your visitations if you pulled another stunt like that.

Despite knowing the repercussions, San chooses to ignore the rapper as he grins, hand cupped over his mouth while he's leaning over to his partner in crime, whispering to the other.

"Watch him wake up Captain and get into deep shit again." They both snicker.

"Aw, is the big pink princess jealous?" Shooting a look of warning to the pair, you rush over to Mingi.

"San, you directly contributed to our ‘deep shit,’ so I don't wanna hear it!" Stepping closer to the fuming giant, you run your hands along his arms, trying to soothe his anger. His own limbs immediately wind around your waist, pulling you against his solid chest protectively.

"He's just messing with you again, baby."

"I know," he says through grit teeth.

"I'll make it up to you tonight," you murmur into his ear softly, giving his lobe a gentle nip. Upon hearing your words, his eyes darkened considerably. He squeezes you once.

Thankfully, this seems to pacify his temper as he settles down, allowing you to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

"You better." Without another word, the man returns to his seat. The tension visibly falls from his shoulders, a pleased smile stretching across his features at the thought of your promise for later.

Unfortunately, you're left to deal with San's taunting again once Mingi comfortably slouches into his chair, ignoring everyone as he begins to play around with his phone.

"I'll make it up to you later," San parrots in a sickeningly sweet tone.

"You better." Wooyoung follows his mimicry and the pair burst into an obnoxious fit of giggles. Woo's laughter raises an octave higher as they're both slapping each other around and squirming hilariously in their chairs, making kissy faces.

Two grown ass men. You shake your head and sigh.

The commotion causes Hongjoong to stir. The smaller man rouses from his sleep, rubbing his eyes tiredly as his bleary glare lands on the troublesome duo.

"You two are so loud. You think I would be used to it by now."

Everyone falls silent when they finally realize their captain has awoken. His sleepy gaze sweeps over the room, eyebrows cocking up in surprise when he notes that Mingi seems to be the most behaved of the bunch. That was not typical, but he wouldn't dwell on it. There's a curt nod in your direction, as if he’s giving you kudos for trying to keep the boys in line.

"Behave, kids." Hongjoong leaves them a single warning, too tired to chastise them as his droopy eyes fall shut, the drowsiness overtaking him once more.

The bickering has died down now and everyone is left to their own muses, the previous playful encounters momentarily forgotten as a comfortable silence overtakes the room.

Another half hour passes by in a breeze and it's not long before you're all filing back into a company van to return home. Shuffling between each member, you're quick to buckle into your seat beside Mingi and no sooner is the vehicle veering out of the driveway toward the direction of the dorms.

As the van takes off the street lights fade in passing, blurring beneath the night sky. The sight has your eyelids growing heavy, suddenly feeling a bit exhausted from your day's events. You don't seem to realize how tired you are until your cheek falls on your lover's broad shoulder.

Blinking at the sudden weight on him, Mingi turns slightly to look at you before a fond smile overtakes his face once he sees you dozing off. A warmth spreads within his chest as he takes in your delicate features, cooing lovingly before he presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Sleep tight, baby."

The first time you awake that night you don't register the feeling of his lips trailing along your shoulder. Groggily opening your eyes, you're met with mostly darkness, only a sliver of the moonlight peeking from the window. You can feel the springs of a mattress beneath you and the familiarity of Mingi's lean body pressed to your back. Like most nights, he holds you from behind, effectively caging you in his arms.

Though you don't recall the man carrying you from the car to the dorm, it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. This wasn't the first occasion where you had knocked out on the ride home. Mingi was all too used to hauling your ass back to his room and readying you for bed — which mostly just consisted of him stripping you to your undergarments and tucking you in.

With your current state of undress, the man beside you feels particularly restless. He fidgets once, then twice. You squeeze his arm gently and that's all it takes for his curious hands to begin roaming upon your bare skin, ghosting along your hips and stomach before he's cupping one of your breasts to fondle between his palm, rolling your nipple between his fingers.

A quiet and tired whine falls from your lips and you're soon shifting against the bed, your panty clad ass brushing against him. Feeling your movements he involuntarily bucks against you and even through the fabric of delicates separating you, you feel the weight of his half hard cock against your backside.

His lips find purchase on your neck once more, eager to paint a pattern of his love bites on the skin. There are fading marks from days prior and he's readily retracing over the hickeys with teeth and tongue. The thrill of showing others his claim was simply his favorite.

Despite the desire that throbs between your thighs, you find yourself too drowsy to reciprocate, only just barely grinding yourself against him as he continues to grope at your body and rut against you.

"Fuck," he curses between wet kisses along your nape.

There is an air of impatience in his actions and he's hurriedly fumbling around with his boxers, freeing his erection from its confines. It slaps up against one of your cheeks and you can feel his precum leaking through your underwear.

Mingi is unable to help himself as he pulls your panties to one side, lining himself along your slit before he's slowly sheathing his thick cock past your walls, already wet and coated with your arousal. Even in your dazed state, you feel a surprised moan bubbling from your throat as you begin to clutch onto the bed sheets when your cunt stretches deliciously around him to accommodate his size.

Consumed by the feeling of your walls clenching around him, a pleased growl spills from your lover's lips. The grip he has on your waist returns and soon he's bottoming out within you, pelvic bone flush to your ass as he's relishing the heat that hugs his length so tightly.

Gods, your pussy felt like the heavens to him. Mingi knew he could come then and there if he lacked any self control. The position which you both lay presents him with a different angle to fuck you, dragging against your cunt in a way that has his length throbbing within you. His eyes nearly roll back at the feeling.

Though he's enraptured in a state of pleasure, he doesn't budge against you, only breathing heavily against your neck as his fingers stroke circles into your hips. Normally, there is an encouraging noise or movement from you after you adjust to his size, but the silence that follows has his concerns raising slightly.

"Babe?"

It's only several seconds later that Mingi hears the sound of your light snoring. Unbelievable... With you having fallen back to sleep he resigns in defeat and hugs you closer to him, closing his eyes as he tries to follow suit, his hard cock still stuffed within you.

The second time you wake up, it's still dark within the room but the beginnings of sun rising glimmer past the window curtains. Huh? You find your body is feeling unusually hot and you're panting softly, eyes heavily lidded.

Drowsiness still overpowers you as you’re blindly reaching around for Mingi. His body has since disappeared from your side and only now do you register the feeling of his weight against your legs.

A scratchy moan rips from your throat when you glance down. You're met with the sight of pink hair disappearing between your thighs and it sends a tremor of arousal through you, shaking you awake. The two of you had discussed this scenario many times prior, but you were beyond thrilled to finally have it happen.

“M-Mingi?” Your throat is hoarse and dry, though you don't know if it's from having just woken up or from seeing the sinful sight of your lover languidly lapping at your pussy. You’re unsure of how long he's been awake, but the mess that has accumulated beneath you was evidence enough — fluids having trailed down from your heat, seeping into the bedsheets.

The man hums in acknowledgement, his tongue delving past your dripping folds as he hungrily begins to eat you out. Now that you were awake, he wouldn’t hold back. His mouth moves with fervor, tongue swiping along your cunt as he greedily drinks in your juices.

“You said you would make it up to me.” Between kissing your clit and dragging the flat of his tongue against your wetness, he rumbles deeply against you. He just barely lifts his head and meets your stare with a heated look, pupils blown wide, the desire and want evidently swirling within his lustful eyes.

When he nudges his nose against your clit, your legs tremble, closing slightly as they tighten around his head, earning a pleased and muffled noise from him. Your hand finds its way down to his head as you begin to buck into his face, fingers gripping at the rosy locks.

His own hands palm at the globes of your ass, cupping each cheek fully as he lifts your pussy closer to his face. Mingi is ravenous as he eats you out. His mouth traces over every inch of your cunt, tongue sloppily laving against your folds, his actions akin to a starved man.

At this point, you're wide awake and squirming with pleasure. With his grip holding you up, your back arches off the mattress and no sooner you’re driving your hips into his face, shamelessly bucking against his mouth. He’s diving into you with reckless abandon and it's only when you feel his lips latching onto your sensitive bundle of nerves that you're turning your head to muffle your cries into the pillow under you.

Knowing how vocal you were, you had to keep quiet as the boys could wake at any moment. You couldn't risk getting in trouble again. Even so, your face is pressed to the pillow and you're biting the fabric of the pillow case as you're fisting Mingi’s hair. You can barely contain the lewd noises that Mingi elicits from you.

The muffled sounds that come from you grow increasingly louder when you feel him circling your clit with his tongue. The way he alternates between licking and sucking you has you seeing stars, your eyes rolling back in pleasure.

When your thighs finally begin to shake in his grasp, he knows you're close. Mingi’s mouth doesn't leave your clit even as you're grinding harder into his face. Swiftly one of his hands dips between your legs, two fingers fucking into you as he drives you to your orgasm. The combined stimulus pushes you over the edge and you’re cumming hard on his face.

You sob into the pillow, writhing wildly as your fluids spill from your pussy onto his face. His mouth finally leaves your swollen clit as he savors the taste of your release, groaning into your cunt while he begins to tongue fuck you once more. The taste of your essence is sweet, irresistible; and only for him to have.

When Mingi has finally had enough, you're already nearing your second orgasm. You’re breathing hard and trying to recover as the waves of pleasure roll through your body. The man lifts his head from your legs and you swallow thickly at the sight of him.

There is still a carnal hunger that glitters beneath his stare. Your eyes trace the angles of his face, following down the curve of his nose until they land on his mouth, watching as his tongue darts out to lick some remnants of your juices from his lips. Even in the dark, you can see the way your own release glistens on his cheeks and chin.

The look he gives you has a wave of arousal pooling in your belly, burning so hot that you're already locking your legs around his torso. Mingi roughly cleans his face with one arm and wipes it onto his bedsheets.

You’re about to protest, but the complaint dies in your throat as he begins to leave a trail of wet kisses up your body. He starts below your navel and ghosts past your ribs next. Similarly, his large hands stroke up to your legs as he holds them in place.

As he moves up your body, your pussy drags along the ripples of his muscles, leaving a line of your wetness down his abs. He begins grazing past your nipples and he teases along the slopes of your breasts before he reaches your lips. His mouth connects to yours, all too eager to taste you. Now that your bodies are level to each other, your thighs naturally rest around his waist.

From this position you can feel the weight of his thick cock laying heavily against your messy cunt, his length coated with your slick arousal. Grinding against each other, the friction between your loins has you both gasping out between kisses. His tongue finds yours all too easily, labored breaths against each other’s mouths.

When he parts from you, there is a string of saliva that stretches between you. After your first orgasm, you already looked so fucked out laying beneath him. Your breasts are heaving with each gasp of pleasure and your hips wiggle against his impatiently. He groans at the sight, cock twitching.

“Think you can take more, doll?”

“Please, Mingi…” Under his gaze, you're trembling with want and need. Mingi loves when he hears your pathetic whines laden with desire, especially with the way your voice goes up a pitch when you're desperate to have him filling you.

“Baby girl wants to be stuffed with my big dick, yeah?” A taunting smirk overtakes his features.

“Mingi, need you inside me. Please…” You squirm beneath him, pressing yourself closer to his body, flush to the shaft of his aching erection.

“Love how you beg for me every night. You're such a slut for me, with the way your tight little cunt molds so well around my cock.”

The deep treble of his voice has you moaning softly, your body heating up from the dirty words that escape him. He feels the way you gush more fluids onto his length, growing more wet as he praises you.

“Be a good girl and take my big cock, mmm?”

As the last word falls from his lips, he’s sinking himself into your dripping hole. Mingi is slow and calculated, enjoying the drag along your folds as you begin to stretch around his thickness. From this angle he sees the way your cunt swallows him, his cock buried inside you.

You both moan breathily as he fills you to the hilt, the head of his cock nearly kissing your cervix. The grip of your thighs tightens around his waist as you're trying to drive him deeper within you.

“God, such a good girl. You always take me so well, baby.”

“M-Mingi,” you mewl back at him, feeling entirely full from his large size splitting you apart. He doesn’t need to adjust this time, knowing your second orgasm still looms closely. You're high on the pleasure and you're already grinding into him.

“See how big I am inside you?” The sight beneath him is almost too much. Within you his dick is twitching and throbbing as your walls envelope him. He hovers above you just slightly, creating space between your bodies to give you a view of what nearly sends him into a frenzy.

Obediently your eyes flit down to follow his stare and you can see the outline of his big cock against your lower belly. Your cunt clenches at the sight and he involuntarily thrusts a single time.

“So big… feel so full of your cock,” you gasp at him, eyes fluttering with pleasure as you're reveling in the feeling of his size. He pulls his hips back, slowly beginning to pump himself within you as you’re both watching the outline of his girth moving back and forth.

“Fuuuck.” Mingi throws his head back, cursing lowly as he begins to pick up his pace.

Your arms wind around his neck and you’re clutching onto him as you bury your face into his shoulder. The sight of him within you is forgotten once you're both beginning to chase your climax.

The grip Mingi has on your ass is bruising as he starts to pound himself within your pussy. His tempo has picked up speed as the pleasure continues to build. The sound of his cock squelching against your dripping folds is loud as is the sound of his balls slapping against your skin.

Each thrust has his pelvis dragging against your already sensitive clit. You're trying to meet his movements best you can, but you're so far gone with pleasure that you simply hang off him as he plows into your aching cunt.

“S-So… good,” you blubber out as you begin to drool on his shoulder.

His palms are suddenly hooking under your knees as he pushes your legs back, effectively folding you into yourself as he begins to fuck himself into you harder. Your hands fall from him at this new position and you're desperately fisting the bedsheets when he begins to slam himself back into you.

The new angle has his cock hitting your g spot, each plunge on his length sending you closer and closer into euphoria. You begin chanting his name, each syllable growing louder in volume until he has to silence you with his mouth.

You're both moaning through the lip lock, tongues entangled in a passionate dance as he rocks himself into you. You know he's close with the way his grip is beginning to slack around your legs. Even then, his pace doesn't let up as he begins to snap his hips harder against you. In between kisses, you begin to coax him closer to his release.

“Need your cum… please, Mingi!” The guttural moan that escapes him resonates through your core, fluids gushing around his cock as he starts fucking you faster.

“Fuck, baby girl… You want me to fill you up? Does my needy slut want to be stuffed full of cum?”

He’s merciless with his movements as he sets an unrelenting pace, desperate to chase his orgasm. The harder he ruts into you, the more your pussy clenches around him.

“Yes, Mingi. Please!”

Hearing your admission, you can feel the way his moves are no longer calculated — a sloppy and erratic rhythm overtaking his movements. Still, each push of his throbbing length slamming against your g spot has your entire body alight with fire.

The pressure is building within you, ready to snap at any moment. Only seconds later you're unraveling beneath him, your second orgasm flooding you as you thrash and moan whilst cumming against his cock, walls squeezing around him impossibly tight. Your juices flood around him, the sounds of your wetness growing louder as he bucks harder.

The feeling of your cunt gripping and convulsing around him sends him into a craze and he fucks into you harder and harder until he's pumping you full his release. Even as he's painting your walls full of his cum, he cannot help himself but to roll his hips a bit longer, riding out his peak as he pushes his seeds deeper within your cunt. The cum begins to spill over, drooling out from your pussy as he finally stills his movements.

After several seconds, he drops your legs and collapses on top of you. You grunt at his weight but bring a hand up to gently stroke his hair. Both of you pant heavily as you try to recover from the aftershocks of such an intense orgasm, exhaustion sweeping over you. His hands are carefully kneading around your hips while his head rests between your breasts, nuzzling into them affectionately.

“Love you, babe. Thanks for making it up to me.”

You kiss the top of his head.

“Yeah, yeah.. Love you too. Even if you did interrupt my sleep…”

You both knew the bed was in a state of disarray but you were both too tired to care at the moment, beginning to fall asleep in a pool of your mixed juices.

It’s not even ten minutes later that you hear a loud series of knocks on the door, causing you both to jolt awake.

"Morning, you sex fiends! Breakfast is ready!” San calls out from behind the door, an obvious hint of mischief in his tone.

Oh god, you were definitely too loud and you know you would never hear the end of it from him.

“Fuck off! We're sleeping in!” Mingi yells back, though his words don’t match the cheeky grin he sports.

You roll your eyes and gently nudge him off of you.

“Can we at least change the bed sheets first?”

“Sure thing, babe.” Fin~

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collapsedglasshouses · 8 months

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Consequences || Noah Sebastian x Reader [Part 4]

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Summary: When Y/N gets to their hotel room, she finally finds closure to all the confusing events.

Warnings: MDNI!!, 18+, NSFW, SMUT, unprotected sex (p in v) (wrap it before you tap it!), fluffy as hell, swearing, let me know if I forgot something

Taglist: @jakekiszkasguitarpick @blackveilomens @kingdomof-omens (congrats you can call yourself 'jazz' first tag team members' lmao)

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A/N: Well, well, well… I don’t even know what to say… I couldn’t wait until tomorrow so here you have the next chapter! I let myself get inspired for this chapter. I read The Love Hypothesis again and this one quote out of it will always stick with me. Do you notice which one?

It's been three minutes since Noah left the room. You heart was racing. You didn't even know what to think. Didn't he say he wanted to talk about this when we got home? Was it going to be bad?

Your mind was racing when you stepped closer to Jolly. "I need you to do me a favor-..." - "Not going into our room for the next three hours and at best keep Nick from going to bed so he doesn't hear anything? You're welcome."

You gave Jolly a thankful and apologetic smile before slowly walking away from your group. When you came to a stop in front of your hotel room, you couldn't help but feel like you felt that night you landed under Noah's bed. Does he just wanna have sex now?

You quietly opened the door with your key and stepped into the room. There he was. Sitting on his bed, staring straight ahead seemingly deep in his thoughts. You quickly got out of your high heels before walking towards him. When you sat down next to him, you let out a devoted sigh.

"We should talk about this." He said quietly before swallowing hard. You knew this was going to be hard. Neither Noah nor you were good at talking about serious topics when it came to things between you two. You remembered that often when you annoyed each other, you would just remain silent until there was no longer a problem. So now you just nodded and hoped he would begin to talk.

But nothing happened. You two sat their in silence.

You started to think. You knew you wanted to talk with him but not once you thought about what you actually felt. It wasn't normal for best friends to just randomly hook up after ten years of being nothing but platonic.

You exhaled frustrated. "Fuck... We behave like fucking teenagers, Noah. We're literally grown adults. Why is it so fucking hard to just talk?" You stood up and started pacing around the room.

Noah looked at you. When you noticed it, you came to a stand in front of him. "What is this?" - "Y/N, I have no idea." - "I don't know it either but we need to figure it out before someone gets hurt."

Now he was the one who sighed and than he cradled his head in his hands.

"What the fuck are we doing?" You began to cry out. "What the fuck am I even doing?" With that his head shot back up to look at you. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, Noah..." You swallowed hard, being a lot more sad and frustrated than you originally thought. "You are... a fucking well known rock star. You aren't just the boy anymore who lived down the street that I maybe admired a little too much when you came over to game with my brother." You sighed. "You aren't even the boy anymore who took my virginity because I was panicking about being the last in my friend group... You are a lot more now... You are you and I am me and... I don't even know what I was thinking. You are literally my best friend, Noah."

"So-..." He began. "...you regret what happened between us?" You had a feeling his eyes changed with your statement. They looked emptier.

"No, no, no...Noah." You cried out and looked at him apologetic. "That's not even in the slightest close to reality... That's the problem… I don't regret one second with you. I think, there wasn't one day in the past two weeks that I haven’t thought of you." You explained and ran a hand through your hair. "The thing is... I feel weird. On the one hand you are my best friend. You are Nick's best friend. You are the closest friend I ever had. I think nobody knows as much about me as you do. And I love that. But on the other hand there is this thing between us. Something that I have never felt with anyone before. That scares the shit out of me, Noah."

You felt like you read straight out of your diary and metaphorically you lost a piece of clothing with each sentence you spoke to him.

"Y/N."

"I don't wanna be one of your adventures, Noah."

"Y/N."

"I heard you talking about so many girls that come and left. Either them or you not being serious."

"Y/N."

"I saw you get hurt and I don't wanna be the one to do that to you."

"Y/N"

"I just don't wanna be one of those short funny stories that you tell the boys while drinking beer."

"Y/N, you know that would never happen."

"Why are you so sure of that, Noah? Why would you think this all could work? Why would you think Nick wouldn't hate us being... whatever this is?"

"Because I love you."

Your mouth dropped slightly open while you felt like someone knock all the oxygen out of your lungs. You couldn't breath. He loved you.

Your gaze slightly softens while you looked at the man in front of you. The man who also was the boy who told you he would raise a child with you that wasn't even his when you were just 18. The boy who played every song under the planet on his guitar as long as you would stop crying about this guy who broke your heart in eighth grade. You looked at this man, the man who had nothing but love in his heart for you the whole time you knew him.

You swallowed while taking a hesitant step towards him, not being able to form a sentence. You came to a rest when you stood right between his legs.

"You don't have to say it when you don't feel it but-..." - "Say it again, Noah." You lifted his chin so he had no chance but to look you in the eyes. His hands came up to rest at your hips. "I love you, Y/N... I-... I think i loved you for a long time. I just didn't realize it until those things between us happened."

With that you slightly bent down and pressed you lips to his. All of a sudden you felt like you were going to explode. Nothing ever felt this good. Everything that you worried or thought about just started to make sense. It was so clear in front of you all along. You were madly in love with Noah.

You felt how he fidgeted with the sipper on your dress and when he opened it you let it slip down to the floor. He interrupted the kiss for a second to admire you.

"I wish you could see yourself the way I see you."

Everything inside you started to tingle. Maybe it was his words or his tone. Maybe it was the fact he was so vulnerable around you. You just knew there was no way back. You needed Noah.

You instantly kissed him again while you unbuttoned his pants. When those dropped to the floor, you crawled onto his lap while your tongues started to fight for dominance.

"We definitely need to tell Nick." He gasped, out of breath, while you unbuttoned his black shirt. You nodded. "But definitely not now." You joked and made him chuckle before pushing him back onto the mattress. For a second you just admired him under you. How his laugh reached his eyes. How his lips were slightly pink from your kisses. How his hair fell onto his forehead. You didn't find one thing about this man you didn't love.

You leaned down to him and kissed his cheek.

"What was that for?" He asked you surprised while his hands drew circles on your exposed hips.

"I love you too, Noah." With that his eyes lit up and with a quick movement you found yourself under him.

"God, I missed you." Noah muttered against your mouth, making you smile. You always wanted to be loved like this and didn't realise he was exactly in front of you.

He quickly helped you out of your bra and before you knew you also lost your underwear.

When he kissed you again, you grabbed his face with your hands, noticing how you missed touching him.

"Fuck" he mumbled as he kissed along your collarbone. This alone let you moan a little. Every cell of your boy craved him.

"I'm not letting you go ever again." he almost moaned out while his hand found your core. His fingers found your clit with ease and he began to work you in circles. Your jaw dropped open in surprise at the shock of pleasure it sent down your spine.

You cried out when he suddenly stopped his movements and kissed his way back up to your face.

"Noah, I need you." You moaned when he looked back into your eyes. "I'm right here." He teased and than started to attack your neck. You knew those kisses would leave bruises, making you moan even loader.

"I-... I need you inside of me." You stuttered while your body seemed to tremble in pleasure.

"Oh god, you're gonna be the death of me." He moaned while getting up to get out of his boxers.

You bit your lip as you looked at his naked form. He was so pretty. He climbs back on top of you while you open your legs for him. Never in your entire life did you need anyone as bad as you needed him right now.

So when he teases you with the tip of his cock, you could help but squirm for more. You buckle your hips and Noah laughs quiety.

"So needy and wet for me." You could only hum in agreement.

"Please, Noah." You beg. In this moment you just wanted him to tear you in half.

"God, you look so beautiful." He whispered and let his hand travel over your body one more time.

Finally, he started to sink into you. Your mouth fell open while you felt him stretch you out a bit and then pushing you to your limit. Instantly he let his head fall on your shoulder while moaning in sync with you.

Never in your entire life you heard a more beautiful sound. When he finally buried himself inside of you, he paused to let you adjust.

You couldn't even dare to breath in that moment.

"Is this okay?" He whispered in your ear. "Hmmm. Yes... Keep going."

You could feel his smile against your neck. He pressed a kiss to your temple before pulling out of you, drawing a surprised gasp from you before slowly going back into you. He did that a couple of times while heavy breathing was the only sound filling the air.

"You feel so fucking good." He groaned into your shoulder, causing you to wrap your arms around him and trying to pull him even closer.

You almost got impatient with his gentle touch so you pushed your hips off the bed to give him a hint that he got immediately.

You let out a small yelp when he suddenly thrusted harder into you hitting a certain spot. Your noises than made him go faster while your nails found their way across his back. If he wasn't that tattooed on his back, it would have been clear evidence about what was happening here.

"Harder." You begged him. He slammed into you causing you to moan even louder, but he dipped down and swallowed your sound with a deep kiss.

"You need to be more quiet, love. When we get to your place you can scream as loud as you want." He growls against your lips. Butterflies started to form in your stomach.

"Let me take care of you." He than whispered against you lips, reaching down between you with his other hand, pressing his index finger against you clit. You truly felt like you were about to explode into thin air and allowed yourself to think about what was happening right now.

Noah, your best friend of more than ten years, the man you were madly in love with, was pounding into you while also fingering you like he never did anything else in the entire world. His pace was almost punishing.

All the tension between you. Every time in the dead of the night when you gaslit yourself into believing you didn't think of him while you had your hand between your legs. All let to this.

When he changed the angle, hitting a new spot, you instantly buried your hands in his hair, as you felt your orgasm built. His hand still circling your clit while thrusting into you. "Fuck, Y/N, I need you to cum for me."

With that you were done. You moaned loudly while you reached your high, digging your nails into Noah's back, causing him to moan too.

That's when you felt it. He groaned your name and you felt him twitch inside of you, cum spreading through you.

It was an interesting sensation for you. One that made you squirm under him. He thrusted as deeply as he could for a few more times. The pleasure causing you to sink your teeth into his shoulder, biting down to lower the volume of your screams.

After you both helped each other through your highs, he slowly pulled out of you and looked you in the eyes.

"I'm not gonna drop the cheesy question, asking you to be my girlfriend because I think you know I'll not let you go anytime soon." He says before pecking your lips and than getting up to grab a cloth to clean you up.

"I would love to be your girlfriend, Noah." You answered him after came back and cleaned you up. Noah laughed and than wrapped his arms around your torso to cuddle you tightly.

He lifted his head and pressed his lips to yours. "I would love to be your boyfriend too, Y/N."

When he lay back down on your chest, you started playing with his hair and couldn't help but think about the reality that was just meters away from you.

How the hell would you explain all this to your brother?

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thisapplepielife · 11 days

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Written for @subeddieweek, day two.

A Firm Touch

Prompt: First Time | Word Count: 1912 | Rating: E | CW: Reference to Past Recreational Drug Use | Tags: First Time, Established Relationship, Being Restrained, Light Praise Kink, A Bit of Subspace, Insecure Eddie, Virgin Eddie, Service Top Steve, Working Out The Kinks (Literally), Boys in Love, Just Trying to Figure Themselves Out

Eddie squirms away from Steve's grasp, again, another night fucking ruined and Steve sighs in frustration. Running his hand through his hair. He's disheveled, and Eddie wants…but he can't. It's not gonna work.

This is never gonna work, and he doesn't know why he thought it might. He just wanted it to, so goddamn bad.

The knot in Eddie's stomach grows, because he knows that Steve is getting frustrated. Not by the lack of sex, Eddie doesn't think, but more by the lack of understanding of why they aren't having sex. Eddie's been trying, then shying away, stalling and Steve's been patient, but Eddie knows he's running out of runway.

He's being a fucking cocktease, he's pretty sure, though that wasn't the intent.

"Eddie…" Steve trails off, "what? What is it this time?" he asks, hands finding his hips. The question comes across harsher than his voice actually sounds, but he's staring at Eddie in a way Eddie hates. He doesn't want to be looked at, stared at, perceived, known.

Eddie shrugs, and Steve lets out a breath that's pure annoyance. Like something he'd aim at the kids when they are fraying his nerves. Eddie doesn't want that sound pointed in his direction, it makes him feel horrible. Worthless.

Finally, Steve speaks again, "I just. I can't read your signals. They're all over the fucking place. Do you not want this? Or not with me? What? Just, what? Tell me," Steve pleads, and it's tinged with self-doubt, and maybe a little anger, and it makes Eddie withdraw further. Steve's got his own baggage, and Eddie knows it. But Eddie can't just say these things, can't ask for them.

So, Eddie clams up.

Because the other option is to jump right in, ready for a full fight. And he doesn't want to do that, so he just stays silent.

"Okay, I'll go," Steve says, and Eddie doesn't want him to go. But he doesn't know how to get him to stay.

"Don't go," Eddie says, barely audible, squeezing his hands into fists so hard that his short nails are digging into his palms.

"Then tell me, and I'll do whatever you want," Steve says, soft, worried. Begging a little. "I can't keep guessing wrong. It's killing me."

"I'm just not built like you, Harrington," Eddie finally says. Hoping that will end the discussion for one more night. Maybe Steve will still stay, and give Eddie a little more time to figure his shit out.

"What do you mean by that?" Steve asks, his brow furrowed, as he's folding his hands in his lap.

"Nothing."

"It's not nothing," Steve answers, "obviously."

Eddie is annoyed, frustrated. But he knows he's not gonna get anywhere with soft, sweet Steve Harrington running his hands all over him, like he's made of glass. Been there, done that. And it never ends in anything other than in frustration. There's something broken in him, and Steve would never understand that.

"Eddie, I-"

"You don't want me. You don't want what I want. What I need."

"What do you need, Eddie?" Steve asks, putting his hands on Eddie's arms, gently.

Eddie's exhausted, and he finally snaps, "I need you to hold me down. I need you to handcuff me and…" he trails off when he sees Steve's face. "I need a firm touch. A firm hand. To get off."

"Oh," Steve says, soft and shocked. Disgusted, probably.

Eddie looks down.

And then Steve's big, warm hand is on his thigh. Pressing down. Firmly.

"I can't, like, hit you," Steve says, face way too earnest.

"I don't need you to hit me," Eddie says with a small smile. He wouldn't be opposed, but if Steve won't get off on it, there's no way.

"But I can be firm. Well, I can try. I want to try."

Of course he does, because Steve Harrington always jumps in with both feet. Eddie's seen it in action. He just never expected to see it here, in the bedroom. He just thought he'd be able to get over it, whatever hang up he has, but it hasn't happened.

"Okay, Steve, you can try. If you don't like it, you say so."

"It's you," Steve says with a grin, "I think I'll like it just fine."

Eddie just smiles at him, embarrassed, but hopeful.

"Tell me what you like, what your previous sexual partners have done for you that worked," Steve says, like he's ready to take mental notes.

Eddie laughs, shaking his head, "No previous sexual partners. But I'm flattered that you think that's a possibility."

"Then how do you know…?" Steve trails off.

"I still know how I feel. I know how I get off, alone," Eddie answers.

And that…how, is not very easy, never has been. At least not alone.

"Of course. Of course you do," Steve says, like he should have known that. Eddie doesn't think that's a thing that most guys ever contemplate. Eddie imagines Steve can get off easily, without even thinking about it.

A few quick tugs, thinking about a pretty girl, or a cute guy, and that's all it takes. Eddie wishes it were that simple. He's trying to not feel embarrassed. It's Steve, and he's gotten used to the fact that he can tell Steve anything.

And if he wants this to work, and he does, then this conversation has to happen.

"Okay, where do we start?" Steve asks, sounding chipper, and ready to go. To act. Now that they've got even a hint of a plan. Eddie cannot believe how brave he is. He's a take-charge kinda guy, maybe this will come naturally to him.

Eddie knows asking Steve to start with handcuffs is crazy, and he's never even been in them before, couldn't do it on his own, and as much as he wants to be, that's for later. Hopefully. Someday, maybe. So, he just lays face down on the bed.

"Can you just…hold me down, maybe? Restrain me? With your hands?" Eddie asks.

"Yes," Steve says, like he's one-hundred percent certain that's something he can do, and then rolls him over, with a confidence that really works on Eddie.

Steve's got big hands, hands Eddie has fantasized about on more than one occasion.

And he grabs both of Eddie's wrists in one of his, and pins them above Eddie's head, pressing them into the pillow.

They aren't even undressed, but Steve crawls on top of him. Sitting on his thighs.

"This good?" Steve asks, and Eddie nods. It's good.

He's clearly having to stretch to hold Eddie like that, so Eddie isn't surprised when Steve scoots up his body, until he's off his thighs, until they are crotch to crotch, and Steve doesn't shy away from that. He just pushes down against him, as he presses on his wrists even harder now that he has a better angle.

Steve's hard, and Eddie still isn't. Maybe this won't work. Maybe he's not meant to have anything as good as Steve.

But Steve keeps grinding down, over and over, as he squeezes Eddie's wrists. Then, Steve scoots up further, his hard cock pressing into Eddie's belly as Steve leans over him, his chest right over Eddie's face, and Eddie feels boxed in, Steve's shirt hanging down, brushing against his nose. The scent of Steve flooding Eddie's nostrils with every movement Steve's body makes. Eddie feels hidden. Secure. Safe. And he closes his eyes and just feels it all, fully.

Enjoys.

When Steve shifts again, Eddie realizes he's hard. He doesn't know when that happened, but it feels so good. Steve is still rutting against him, and the pressure of him holding him to the bed feels like it's dug a hook into Eddie's center, and now there's an anchor pulling him down into the most amazing place he's ever been.

He feels drunk. He feels like he's taken the perfect amount of K, and now he's gently slipping into a hole.

Steve's not really doing much of anything, Eddie knows it's simple, but whatever Steve is doing is perfect. It's working.

Then, Steve leans forward, putting more weight on Eddie's wrists, holding them in place as he nearly lays on top of Eddie fully. Leaning most of his weight into it. Bringing them back together, hard cock pressed to hard cock. Still rolling his hips, grinding against him in slow, deliberate circles.

And even as Steve pushes all the air out of his lungs, Eddie feels like he can breathe, finally.

Steve's heavier than he looks, and Eddie is lost in the security he feels being under Steve.

He never even knew to dream about this, but here it is, his wildest dreams coming true at the hands of Steve Harrington.

"You feel so good under me," Steve says close to Eddie's ear, "you're being so good. Getting hard, just for me."

Eddie moans.

"That's good," Steve says again, "are you ready for me to let you go? Do you want me to touch you?"

Eddie shakes his head no, then makes his request, "Lay on me."

And Steve lowers his whole body to Eddie's, pressing him into the mattress. Chest to chest, crotch to crotch. Eddie can feel every point of contact, every point of pressure, and it's good. So good.

His wrists are still tight in Steve's grasp, but now he feels like his whole body is being held in the same way. Safe. Secure.

Steve rolls his hips, one more time, and Eddie attempts to lift up his hips, tries to get his ass off the bed, but he can't, and he comes in his jeans. Steve following him over the edge.

Tears leak out of Eddie's eyes, and his breathing is shallow with Steve on top of him, but he's happy, and relieved, and kind of boneless. Steve finally shifts so he can hold Eddie's wrists in one hand instead of two, lighter now, and brushes the fingers of his open hand against Eddie's cheek. Face near Eddie's, grounding him.

"Whenever you're ready, tell me what you need. What to do," Steve whispers, and Eddie nods.

Eddie finally felt ready for Steve to let him go, so Steve's shifted so he's laying beside him, not on him, kissing his face, his neck, taking care of him like he always does. Just in a new way now. When Eddie pictured submitting, in the abstract, he was expecting punishment. Pain. To be used, and probably discarded. Thought that's what he wanted. Rough, hard, mean. He thought he needed to be hurt, or tortured, just a little.

And maybe he still does.

But Steve Harrington is none of those things, and his style of taking control isn't either. Steve's a take-charge kind of guy, but there's a softness there that Eddie never wants to see go away, honestly.

"Was that okay?" Steve asks, and he looks so fucking nervous.

"More than," Eddie says, looking right in his eyes, "thank you."

"So, the handcuffs?" Steve asks, hint of a grin pulling at his lip.

"Wishful thinking," Eddie admits. Then raises his eyebrows, "Why? You interested?"

"For sure. Can we ease into it?" Steve asks, wrapping his arm around Eddie's waist, holding him tight, still so tight, and Eddie's sure he'll be asleep in minutes, feeling this comfortable.

This secure.

This safe.

This loved.

"Definitely," Eddie says, and closes his eyes, turning his face towards Steve's, nuzzling into him. Letting himself be held, not only down, but close.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @subeddieweek and follow along with the fun! 🖤

Notes: It was harder to write a first time (for both!) and have them have super defined roles. They're figuring their shit out. Together. And I like think Service Top Steve can grow into Pleasure Dom Steve, but not right out of the gate.

My other fics for this challenge week:

Day One Day Three Day Four Day Five Day Six Day Seven

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shinestarhwaa · 6 months

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hello! sorry for sending in so much numbers before>< i’ve narrowed it down and i hope it’s okay! i’m sorry to have overwhelmed you,,,

sanhwa + kinks 7(members like being called daddy),10,11&15 + lines 33 + scenario au 69

thankiiees<333

Don't worry about it, thank you for narrowing it down a bit! Sending love! <3 x I hope you'll enjoy it alot!

PROVOCATIVE || SAN & SEONGHWA

Genre: Smut

Pairing: San x Seonghwa x Fem reader

Word Count: 2.1K

Tags/warnings: Idol!AU, stylist!reader, daddy kink, Exhibitionism (unlocked dressing room sex), semipublic sex, degrading, threesome, unprotected sex, oral sex (f&m receiving), fingering, handjob, a teeny tiny bit of mxm, getting caught, bit of namecalling (cockslut)

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @1-800-shedevil @glintneon123

ENJOY!

"Wow, Y/N," San gasped as he saw himself in the mirror, "you've really outdone yourself again in terms of sexy outfits." You laughed and continued to fix up San's top. "I'm giving the fans what they want," you said, with a wink. "Hm, and I bet you're my biggest fan... Although I've noticed Seonghwa getting slightly more provocative too, are you planning on having us more and more naked on stage?"

You rolled your eyes and secured the harnass on his body. "I see you're most interested in dressing me and Seonghwa hyung this way nowadays, what are you planning?" He was like a curious cat. An annoying one at that.

"San, honey, you are well-built. It would be a shame not to show it off, right?" You said. At that moment Seonghwa walked in, having most of his outfit on. You grinned at the way he struggled with the harnass.

"Come here you," you said as you pulled him close and fixed his outfit. "It's always us two, isn't it, hyung?" San grinned, not letting it go. "It sure it always us, but you know, she has a thing for us," he joked, but somehow there was tension in the room, as if it suddenly wasn't a joke anymore. You walked to the other side of the room to check your phone when you overheard their conversation.

"She said I should show my body off more, I think she wants me naked," San grinned, thinking you can't hear him. "She probably does," Seonghwa said, "do you think we don't see those flirtations?" "Oh you are one to talk," San laughed.

"Do you think she's a virgin?" San asked. Seonghwa nearly blushed and choked on his own saliva. "San, come on!" "I'm just saying it'd be nice to take her right here and corrupt her. Although she's too pretty to be untouched, she's got the body of a goddess."

Seonghwa's gaze lingered on your body, totally checking you out. "What do you say, hyung? Why don't we tease her a little? Why don't we just take her right here on this couch? We'll make sure nobody is in here. No one has to know..."

The eldest sighed, but his cock hardened at the thought of taking your body in his arms and fucking you relentlessly as San watched you two. "I fucking hate you," he spat before pulling him out of the room, towards the stage.

•

You congratulated the boys on the great performance and helped some of them with loosening their outfits so they could undress privately. San and Seonghwa were still waiting, just getting their mics off.

"Don't bother waiting on us, it's gonna take a while to get these off," San said, wiping some sweat off his forehead. The others left after greeting you, leaving you, San and Seonghwa alone in the room.

The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. You brought your hands to Seonghwa's chest, helping him out of his harnass. "You're a naughty one, aren't you?" He suddenly growled. Your eyes widened as you felt San behind you, crotch pressed against your ass. "W-what are you doing?"

"Don't think we don't know what you've been doing, Y/N. You fucking want us and it's so obvious, dressing us in the tightest, sexiest clothes... You're just a little naughty aren't you?" San grunted in your ear. You swallowed thickly when you felt his erection press against you. You nodded carefully.

"You'd like it right? If we undressed here, butt-naked in front of your eyes?" Seonghwa said. He still had a gentle tone to his voice. You looked at the door, and then back into Seonghwa's eyes, nodding again. "Let me help you get out of this."

You succesfully discarded Seonghwa's stage outfit, leaving him in just his black underwear, leaving barely anything to the imagination. He looked so good, body so toned and chiseled. When you looked behind you San was already out of his pants and busy to undo his top. You helped him get out of it and then ran your hands over his bare chest. His big fucking chest.

San kissed you passionately, lips moving aggressively against you. Soon enough you completely lost yourself in the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. You felt Seonghwa's hands on your hips, tugging on your skirt that succesfully slid down your legs. He nearly gasped at the sight of your pink lacy panties, praying to the lord that he wouldn't go to hell for what he and his best friend were about to do.

San broke off the kiss and undid your blouse, throwing it on the floor, leaving you in just your bra and panties. His lips attached to your neck quickly, as did Seonghwa's. His plush lips travelled to your shoulders and all the way down to your lower back. He got on his knees hand soon enough got his hands on your ass, squeezing and squishing it a few times.

"Shouldn't we switch? Knowing you're the boob-guy and I'm the ass-man?" San suggested, and Seonghwa groaned, as he slightly bit the flesh of your ass, making you squeel. "Mhm, but she's quite juicy so I need another minute," he mumbled.

San grinned and attached his lips to your neck again. Seonghwa yanked your panties down and literally kissed your ass. Never in a million year had you imagined Ateez's Seonghwa to fucking kiss. Your. Ass. God.

He got up and unclasped your bra, throwing it on the floor next to your panties. "Aren't you so fucking delicious, Y/N, you're so hot, so easy for us," San grunted in your ear as his hands slid over your back and ass. "Such a fucking naughty girl," Seonghwa agreed.

"Bend over," San ordered and you didn't know how fast to obey him. You bended yourself over the seat of the black velvet couch, revealing your ass and awaiting sex to him. Seonghwa seemed to have dropped to his knees behind you, ready to savour you.

Seonghwa's hands felt cold against your skin but his warm tongue soon made up for it as it licked your wet slit. You whined out his name as you felt him suck and lick your clit. San stood in next to you and took off his underwear, revealing his thick, rigid cock.

"My God," you panted, mouth watering at the sight of his length. You moved back, letting San sit down on the couch before bending over again so Seonghwa could lick your pussy.

You were turned into a whiny mess by the eldest as you took San's hardness into your hands, pumping it up and down slowly. Just seeing you handle his dick with two hands made him lose his mind. "Fuck baby," he moaned out. "It's so fucking good, my naughty little girl, you look so pretty while Seonghwa eats your little cunt right?"

You swallowed thickly and nodded, moaning out his name repeatedly. "Bet you've been thinking about it so many times, haven't you?" You nodded eagerly. "Yes! Yes fuck, I've been wanting this for so long! God I've wanted Seonghwa's tongue inside me for so long, so long," you cried out.

"Just Seonghwa hm? What about my cock? You've never thought of me fucking you relentlessly? Fucking you until you're too weak to stand?"

"Yes! Yes, yes I am, oh, God I'm cumming! Y-yes, y-yes I'm cumming," you cried out, resting your head on San's muscular thigh as Seonghwa's tongue got you to your climax.

Seonghwa panted out and smirked as he came up again. "You are really fucking tasty princess, care to taste me now?" He asked. "Hey what about me?" San protested. "What about I suck both of you off? Sit down, you," you said as you gestured Seonghwa to sit next to San.

He removed his boxers and sat down next to his friend. He felt much more shy being naked with his friend, but neither of you seemed to care so he just let himself go. You admired their bodies, licking your lips as you felt yourself dripping for them.

Seonghwa's cock wasn't as thick as San's but it definitely was long, clearly able to get the job done. You scooched to the middle of them a little more and wrapped your hands around the base of their dicks. You licked a stripe up Seonghwa's cock, from the base all the way to the tip, and then wrapped your lips around it, sucking it softly.

He breathed heavier as he watched your tongue swirl around the head of his dick, throwing his head back in pleasure. San smirked as he watched Seonghwa buck his hips up into your mouth, forcing you to take more of him. "That's it, suck that fucking cock," he grunted as you jerked his own dick off.

It was a sinful sight to see, such a beautiful lady on her knees for 2 of the most popular idols around these days, switching between taking their cocks in her hot, wet mouth. Every now and then you switched to the other and that's when you jerked them off, making sure neither of them got neglected.

Suddenly San grabbed your hair and pulled you off his cock. "I say it's time to fill your pretty little cunt now, what do you say, sweetie?" San suggested. You nodded eagerly and got up, moving to Seonghwa and sitting in his lap. San smirked and wrapped his hand around Seonghwa's length, guiding it into your awaiting pussy.

"God, that feels so good," Seonghwa moaned out as you moved your hips slowly, riding his cock. "You look so good like this, like a real dirty girl, I fucking love those," San growled as he fisted his cock at the same pace you fucked yourself on Seonghwa's dick.

"Bet you've been thinking about our cocks so many times while you stuffed us in those tight leather and latex pants, driving us fucking insane," Seonghwa panted. "Y-Yes! Yes I've been wanting to fuck you guys so bad, I-I keep thinking about it and imagining it everytime I touch myself, I-I can't go without it! I-I always imagine you when I screw other guys, a-always!"

"Bet you want them to fuck you too, don't you?" Seonghwa smirked, "want the other members too? Bet you want to ride Wooyoung's pretty nose, hm? Ride Yunho's big dick? Bet that that's what you fucking want," he grunted. "Yes! Yes I want it all, I wanna be used by you all!"

Seonghwa held your hips tight and fucked up into you with so much force he gave you no choice but to cum on his cock instantly, making you clench down on him. You cried his name loudly as he fucked you full of his cum, letting out the most sinful moans anyone has ever heard.

Before you could come down from your high you were already thrown in San's lap. San laid you down on the couch and hovered above you, sliding his cock into your slick cunt immediately.

"Fuck, honey, you feel like fucking heaven," he moaned. He pistoned his cock inside you at an inhumane pace, letting go of himself fully. "Please, San! Please!" You begged him for more. "Is it not enough, angel? Am I not fucking you hard enough? You're so slutty aren't you? Just a little slut for our cocks," he smirked as he repeatedly hit his g-spot.

Suddenly there were footsteps to be heard, getting closer and closer to the door, only riling San up more, causing him to fuck into you at an even harder pace. The door swung open and you couldn't see who it was, but you guessed it must've been the make-up staff coming in to pick up their supplies. The door was quickly shut again after a silenced scream, muffled by a hand. But you could hardly focus on the fact that you just got caught railing two Kpop idols, cause San was pounding into you like there was no tomorrow.

Seonghwa was still so painfully hard as he watched the two of you and he was ready to release another time as he fucked his cock into his fist, hovering above your torso. San smirked and took Seonghwa's cock in his hand, flicking his wrist just right and helping him cum all over your tits as he moaned out loudly.

It didn't take long before San released his seeds inside you, climaxing so hard he swore he was gonna see stars. The feeling of him filling you up made you cum again, coming undone on San's dick.

He rode out your orgasm before pulling out of you, smirking at the sight of you. You panted softly, regaining your breath as you sat up, a little dizzy from the rough session. Seonghwa gently cleaned his cum from your chest and thighs before letting you get dressed again.

"Well that was a surprise," you said, grinning. "Was it? I saw this coming from miles away," San winked.

#kpop #ateez #smut #san #seonghwa #starshinehwaa #starshinehwaa's prompt list #oneshot

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hamiltonaf · 1 year

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Party Aftermath | Mason Mount

Pairing: Mason Mount x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Warning: Angst but more fluff

A/N: Slowly trying to get into writing more for football players - been writing for F1 drivers for quite a long time, so I have a nice balance between the 2 now. Hope you guys enjoy and do let me know your thoughts .xx

The first stop of the summer break was Ibiza. All of his mates were onboard with the idea of going to Ibiza first, some of their girlfriends even tagged along. The first few days I was more than happy to enjoy letting loose and partying with Mason and his friends, I actually deserved it for all the sacrifices I made for my studies during the year.

By the 3rd day of partying I just didn't have it in me...I would much prefer chilling at the beach, but right now that wasn't on the agenda until everyone is burned out. Tonight happens to be even bigger than the previous ones because Martin Garrix is performing. As exciting as it sounds, I was mentally and physically exhausted from being on my feet 24/7, sleep deprivation and dehydration.

With everyone's sleeping pattern being off, we happened to wake up in the evening. I guess it works in everyone else’s favour because that means to get ready to go for the next party. Luckily Mason and I had a room to ourselves, and weren’t sharing a villa so it was nice and peaceful when I got up before him. I had a nice soothing shower and got comfy in a pair of shorts and an oversized t-shirt. I sat crisscrossed on the lounge couch and browsed through my laptop for something to binge.

"Good morninggg" he greeted as he walked out of the room in a pair of denim shorts and a towel around his neck. "Oh good morning ! Slept well ?" I asked as I turned to look at him. "Like a baby" he laughed. "I could tell" I added and laughed back. "Aren't you coming tonight ?" He asked as he sat next to me on the couch and peeked at my laptop screen. He could tell that something is up.

"Yeahh...Uhm, I don't think I'm gonna go out tonight" I said hesitantly. "Why what's wrong ?" He asked concerned as he placed his head on my shoulder, already dampening my shirt with his wet hair. "Nothing just..I'm really drained and don't have the energy to go out again tonight" I pouted. "Okay then, suits you" he said casually and got up to walk back to the room. Is he annoyed ? "What do you mean by that ?" I asked, more specifically at the tone he said it and followed him into the room. "You came to Ibiza of all places to 'relax', a bit of a party pooper don’t you think ?" he mocked. Is he being serious right now ?

"Am I hearing correctly that you're mocking me for being burned out and I'm not allowed to recover ?" I raised a brow as I crossed my arms over my chest. "You’re not the only one that’s burned out, look at the rest of us, we’re just dealing with it." he said as he sat at the edge of the bed and leaned back. "Mason, you already know that it's not in my nature to go out partying. This is all new to me and I'm not used to this life" I reasoned. "Yeah well I'm not forcing you either, it's just that the boys and their girlfriends will be there. I'm going to look a bit dumb if my girlfriend isn't there so.." he shrugged. Oh my days.

“Are you being serious right now ? Since when do you care what other people think ? And how can you even compare me to other peoples girlfriends ? I- I'm so done with this conversation, it's like I'm talking to a wall right now…You're totally ignoring where I'm coming from. Enjoy your stupid party" I said with a fake smile before making my way back to the lounge. "(Y/N) !" he yelled for me but I chose to ignore him.

After some time it was slowly getting darker by the minute as the sun was setting. Mason finally stepped foot out of the room fully dressed, he threw on a black t-shirt and sneakers to pair with his denim shorts. I started watching a new series and was so engrossed in it that I purposely didn't see Mason standing in front of me. It was much longer than he would've liked for me to be caught by his attention but oh well. He cleared his throat as an indication for me to look at him. Me being petty, I continued watching my series. "I'm leaving. If you need anything then message Dec, he'll be sober tonight" he said softly. After no reply back from me, he rolled his eyes. “Did you even hear a word that I just said ?” He asked annoyed. I shut my laptop and looked at him “No Mason, I’m totally ignoring every word you said like you did to me earlier.” He remained silent for about a minute before shaking his head and making his way out.

As much as I tried to push the thought of Mason away, I didn’t succeed. I wasn’t even paying attention the the series at this point. Out of curiosity I went onto Instagram and the first story that popped up was Declan’s. It was a video of Mason taking shots, how lovely that I will have to deal with him when he’s drunk and hungover. It low-key hurt to watch the video, it just showed that he really didn’t care. I sighed and looked at the time, it was already 11:30pm and I felt so stiff from sitting down for so many hours. My eyes were feeling heavy and at this point I couldn’t be bothered to walk to the bedroom so I passed out on the couch.

Sound asleep until 2:15 am, there was a loud banging on our door. What a rude awakening. I hurried to the door to see Declan trying his best to hold up Mason with one arm whilst he was half knocked out. "I believe this is yours" he half laughed. "You woke me up from my deep sleep for a drunk Mason ?" I said annoyed. "I didn't have much of a choice, he wouldn’t stop asking where you were. Besides...he's not even that drunk" he stifled. "You're saying that and he's literally passed out" I raised a brow. "He's honestly exhausted from dancing and screaming. He had about like 3 shots" he said as he was starting to struggle holding him up. "You sure there wasn’t more after that instagram story of yours cut off ?" I stifled a laugh. "Oh I'm sure, I was with him the whole time. Now can you take him, I'm dying here" he said as Mason was almost about to fall.

"You want me to get a bottle of water to wake him up ? I’ll casually just chuck it at his face" I suggested. "You're honestly crazy" he said as he shook his head and laughed. "Oii, wake up. Here's (Y/N)" he tapped his face. He slowly gained consciousness and fluttered his eyes to look at me. "Wow you're pretty" Mason said in awe as he looked at me and stumbled to walk inside. "I'll take my leave. Good luck and let me know if you need anything !" Declan yelled as he was leaving. "Sure. Thanks for babysitting Dec !" I yelled and shut the door. I turned around to see Mason almost lose his balance and fall. "Room. Now" I said as I pointed to the open room door for him. He looked at me like a lost puppy for a second, with a pout he stumbled his way to the room. He looked like a toddler.

I grabbed a bottle of water and a pain killer before making my way to the room. He sat at the edge of the bed waiting eagerly for me. "Take this and drink the whole bottle" I said as I handed him the water and tablet. He looked confused for a second but obliged. After he was done, I threw away the empty bottle and thought it's time he should just sleep. I started by pulling at his t-shirt but he quickly pushed my hands away. What the hell. "Hey you're pretty and all but I have a girlfriend !" He said in disgust. I covered my hand over my mouth to hide my laugh. "Mason, I am your girlfriend" I said as I pressed my lips together. "Ohh. How did I get so lucky ?" He said as he stared at me whilst I continued to remove his t-shirt. I couldn't help but smile to myself. “I love seeing you smile” he said softly when I took off his t-shirt and folded it aside. He’s such a softie when he’s drunk.

He kicked off his shoes and got under the covers. Me being a neat freak, I placed his shoes aside with the others and turned around to find him sleeping. Just as I was about to go to the lounge to tidy up the place and switch the lights off, Mason called for me. "(Y/N) ! Come to bed" he whined.

Well so much for thinking he's sleeping. I quickly tidied up and yet again he called my name. Once I got under the covers, my back faced him when suddenly his arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer towards him. "I'm sorry for earlier. I feel that I don't see you as much because you're studying so I just want to make every moment we have together count. I was selfish" he muffled softly against my neck. After a moment of silence he whined, “Babe” before I turned around in his grip to face him. "It's okay, likewise I want to spend as much time with you as possible. Just know that some days we can stay in and still have fun. We don't always have to go out" I softly said back.

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I said NO! [P.P & F]

Storybrooke/ Childish Peter & Responsible Felix x Reader

Requested // Request Rules

"Not in Neverland, but if you lived with Pan and Felix in Storybrooke or something, I feel like Pan would let you buy whatever you wanted and Felix would have to like, stop you. And it makes me laugh"

A/n - Omg yesss. Lol, I can totally see that! Like if they were modern or in storybrooke, Peter would be like-

"Y/n can have EVERYTHING they want!"

And Felix would be the more reasonable and down to earth one saying stuff like.

"But Peter!! That's so expansive!" Or like "Okay, well, how are we going to pay for that?!"

It would be such a cute situation 😍😂 I might even end up making a cute little drabble about it... 🤔 I don't know; it's up to y'all if y'all want to see it.

Asked by @emmaloo21

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A/n - Welp, I guess you guys are seeing it! Hope it's okay that I made this into a polyfic. I wasn't really sure who you wanted me to ship on this one. But yeah, it's just a drabble~ hope you enjoy it!

Warning! Mentions of tantrums? Literally there's barely anything bad on here lol

Word Count: 764

[Drabble Fic]

Once Upon A Time Masterlist

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/"Talking"//Thinking//Muttering-Whispering/

***Y/n's Pov***

Life has been a little chaotic ever since Peter and Felix arrived here in Storybrooke. Long story short, we managed to find a happy ever after for all of us.

Lucky for Peter, Regina and Emma allowed him to come with the help of Henry, convincing them, of course.

Now you might be wondering... Why in the world would Peter Pan want to leave Neverland? Well, he didn't. But I wanted to know he's here with me and Felix.

Oh, and by the way, we're all dating... Or at least I'm dating Peter and Felix. They aren't really dating each other since, well, they say they don't swing that way, but anything is better as long as I can love them both equally~!

Time skip!~

A good amount of time has passed since that incident, and people around here are starting to trust us. Which is a good thing since now we won't get a lot of death glares, and we can actually talk to Henry without anyone staring at us.

It felt great being able to just be a part of something, and the lost boys seemed to like their new environment, too. Some of them even have jobs!

Which reminds me of our struggles... Since Peter was the one behind all that havoc, it's kind of hard for him to get one... And besides that, he hasn't even put in a lot of effort into trying.

He'd always say stuff like, "Jobs are for old people. It sucks the life out of everyone!"

Meanwhile, Felix got a job super-fast. Which isn't much of a surprise since he's the responsible one in this relationship... Though, don't tell Peter I said that, or he'll throw a fit.

Anyway, I got a job, too, but it barely pays. I work here at Grannies as a busser. All I do is clean tables and dishes. It isn't hard since we don't get a lot of customers at once, but it's decent.

However, the pay isn't the greatest. It's fine for one person, but I'm with two others... So, we mainly have to rely on Felix's income.

He works as a construction worker, and he barely gets any time off... Especially the giant incident. Tiny literally destroyed half the town. It was a great pay, though.

Anyways, enough of that! Me, Felix, and Peter are currently heading to the grocery store to buy some food for the week.

Felix always hated shopping for food. But I know that's not true. He only hated it when me and Peter tagged along because we'd always add more than what was planned in the cart.

Felix would end up telling us no and to put it back, and Peter would say no to his demand every time, and those two would end up fighting about it all the way home.

It's honestly annoying. If I had enough money, I'd just buy groceries myself...

Anyways, it isn't all that bad. There'll be times when Peter and I would agree into getting something, and we'd pled Felix into buying it for us... That usually works surprisingly well.

Or times when Peter and Felix would agree into buying something, and they'd take it home to show me. Usually, it would turn out to be a gift they think I'd like or food they know I like. I love it when they do it for no reason. It always warms my heart knowing they both agreed to get it just for me~

Overall, life was great. Peter gets along with children surprisingly well. And they end up loving him too; meanwhile, they'd always avoid Felix at all costs. It was pretty funny.

Felix would always have to be the bad guy and pull Peter away from his fun. But that's how it always was. If Peter gets too ahead of himself or starts to think like he owns the place- Felix would always be there to slap some sense into him. And my part- well, my role is to help calm Peter down after he gets slaps.

His 'tantrums' are no joke people. Especially when he's trying his hardest to behave for me. After all, he didn't want this, but I'm sure deep down he actually enjoys it, and I know Felix does too.

He'd always smile for the strangest things... Like every time he finds a word for his crossword puzzle or when he finishes organizing something...

Overall, these two balance each other well, and I'm the glue to this whole ordeal! I wouldn't want it any other way, either~!

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Hii!! Do you think you could write a John lennon x assistant reader that's an enemies to lovers?💕

'You really got a hold on me'

London, '65

Word count: 846

Tags: Sexual Tension, Mild Smut, Developing Relationship

In the recording studio, the late-night session had taken its deep toll on everyone, everyone except for assistant perhaps.

She had been whisking around happily since the early morning - papers in her hand, words in her mouth. A lot of words, all words to do with the boys.

She busied herself with making tea for them before she left for the night. Paul and George lounged on the sofa, they exchanged tired smiles as they heard the kettle sound.

After moving gracefully out of the quaint back kitchen, she handed George a mug and gave his arm a rub.

"Here you are, George."

"Cheers, love." He acknowledged, looking up for a second.

Paul offered a warm smile when he took his tea. "You're a lifesaver," he added.

Now, when it came to John, there was a noticeable pause.

He sat in the corner of the room, an air of indifference about him, it intimidated her sometimes.

It was always like this between them since they had met, an underlying issue, not explainable. The others were good with her, and she was good with them.

John had always been a bit crude with her, nagging her. Nagging her way more than he did the other secretaries too.

She hesitated, glancing in his direction before deciding to skip him for the moment, well, she hadn't prepared a cup for him in the first place.

Her decision wasn't lost on him, it pissed him right off. "Am I fucking invisible, then Y/N?"

John snapped at her, a cold edge to his voice.

He put his guitar down, deciding his attention could now be focused on annoying her.

She shot him a wry look and sighed before replying dryly. "Yes, John."

Paul and George exchanged glances, attempting to stifle their uncomfortable laughter as they took sips of their tea.

John wasn't one to back down, especially not to some assistant. She paced back and forth, his eyes followed her every step.

"Oh, right, I see. Everyone gets tea but me. Feeling the love, aren't I? Aren't I?" He challenged rudely.

She shrugged, feeling bored of his pre-rant.

"Well, it's not bloody rocket science, is it? Prepare tea for all of us or don't. That's what you're good at after all."

"What?" She asked angrily, hoping he didn't insinuate what she thought.

George and Paul exchanged knowing glances for the last time. With a shared understanding, they rose from their seats, leaving the room with a sense of practised nonchalance. The heavy door swung shut behind them, hopefully muffling out any more bickering.

She sighed and retrieved a fag from her cardigan pocket.

"Well, love, it seems it's just you and me now," he remarked, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he leaned against a nearby amplifier.

She shot him a sidelong glance, a mixture of scepticism and amusement in her expression.

"Don't get any ideas, Lennon. I can handle myself just fine."

John raised an eyebrow, a sly smile forming on his lips. He walked towards her, becoming oddly close.

"Oh, I'm sure you can, but where's the fun in that?"

He seemed to whisper.

She rolled her eyes, and looked away from him, maintaining her composure.

"You know, you're not as charming as you think you are."

She knew she was lying to herself. In spite of his frequent insults and rudeness, there was an air of eroticism in it, just an air.

John chuckled, unfazed by her retort.

"Well, lucky for you, I'm not here to charm. Just to keep you on your toes, y'know?"

She sensed the sarcasm.

John seemed to be slowly closing the distance between them, their noses softly touching.

His voice, low and teasing, sent shivers down her spine.

"You know, love, I can't decide if you're more of a nuisance or a temptation."

She was caught off guard by the sudden proximity, and his comment.

Before she could respond, John closed the remaining gap, his lips roughly met hers in an unexpected kiss. The studio, once filled with the echoes of music, now carried the sounds of their smooches.

Their lips embraced and his tongue tasted her mouth, from the tip of her tongue to the back of her throat. Her back had pressed hard against the wall as his hands gripped his arms.

John pulled away from the heated kiss, just briefly.

His lips now traced a path along her neck, she exhaled softly and then let out a slow, breathy whisper.

"John..."

Undeterred, he persisted, determined to leave a mark.

She gently shoved him away, creating a small but deliberate distance between them. John leaned in for another kiss.

She chuckled, placing a hand on his chest to stop him. "No need to rush."

His lips hovered, a playful pout forming on his face. "I thought you liked a bit of excitement."

"Oh, I do, but let's savour the moment, shall we?" She said.

John slipped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. His hands squeezed her behind, and she gasped.

"Savouring it just fine, love," he groaned.

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DIFFERENT - S. HARRINGTON

Summary: When you and Steve Harrington find yourself partners on a school project, you quickly realize that maybe he's not the jerk you thought. But that's not enough for you to let go of your fears.

Words Count: 2.5k

Tags: Mostly Fluff. Jealous!Buckley Reader x Insicure Steve Harrington. Family Trauma. Set Before S1.

After a huge writer block, here I am again hope you like it!

3 weeks ago

"Here we are" When you reach the Harrington residence, it's as big and rich as you've always imagined. Steve throws the door open and sets his keys on the table while he watches your eyes drift around the house as you walk further inside. He gestures to the stairs and when you walk in his room you are impressed by the lack of object, photos and posters: it's so simple and plain that it doesn't even feel like someone's room, least of all Steve Harrington. Also you notice that there are no pictures of him in the house, not even family pictures, just an old photo of his parent's wedding where they don't even smile and you know you must not jump to conclusions but you can't help but find it sad.

Steve feels suddenly nervous, it's not the first time he has a girl in his room of course, but the way you study the space around you, as if you really care, is something new for him. It's oddly intimate, even if he feels like you don't like him at all and you he's an idiot and -also- you are here only cause you have to work on a project.

"My parents won't be home till late so we've got the place to ourselves," He says to distract himself from the fact that y/n Buckley, Carol's Perkins's cute childhood friend, is standing right here in his room. The silence puts him on edge so he keeps talking. "Good thing my parents aren't here to be honest."

He notices your confused - and maybe even a little disgusted- face.

"Oh don't get me wrong it's just that they are so loud, they scream so much, it's annoying." He sees your face fall, pity written all over your expression. Why doesn't he know when to shut the fuck up? Why did he tell you something so personal? You smile at him, trying to hide the embarrassment and gesture to the bed.

" Can I?" You ask. He nods and he thinks that for some reason it's nice to have you here, within the walls of his room.

"I like your room." You say. "Except for the wallpaper"

He laughs "It’s the only thing I actually chose actually. You know, my mom is obsessed with this house, no pictures, no posters, no paintings. Especially not chosen by me. I ruin everything apparently."

"And she lets you keep this horrible wallpaper? Absurd" He smiles. "You know, I've always wanted a Tears For Fears's poster"

"That's better Harrington."

Present Day

You are chatting with Carol in front of your locker though you are not really listening to her, it's same old story: something about dumping a boy or shit like that. You don't want to be a bad friend, but with Carol it's getting more and more difficult to maintain a good relationship. Being one of the cool kid has gone to her head and sometimes you've got the feeling you're losing her for real.

"And I said no, I mean, he has to fight for me... "

You spot him at the end of the corridor, he's coming towards you. Brown eyes, perfect hair and a big smile on his stupidly handsome face. You roll your eyes, trying to sound more annoyed than you actually are. "Please, not again. "

"What?" Carol turns and see him. "Oh..." She bits her lip as Steve Harrington passes by and winks at you. "Hi Carol, hi y/n" He stops, looking at you "You're really beautiful today"

You lift your eyebrow. "I always am, Harrington" You fake a smile, taking Carol's hand and carrying her away towards the cafeteria, before he can add anything You hate the fact that he’s a completely different person in school than he is in private, that he’s so cheeky and stupid, like he always needs to prove something to people.

"I don't understand why you keep rejecting him, he's hot and he seems really into you" Carols comments, struggling behind you. "He's an idiot" You reply. Liar.

"Well, he is my friend and he' s cool guy".

You shake your head. You don't wanna tell her the truth, 'cause even if Carol has been your friend since you were three years old you don't really recognize the sweet girl you've known anymore, and you don't trust her with your secrets. You can't tell her how you have grown to like Harrington, to care about him, cause the person you've feelings for its completely different from the one she knows.

"You're becoming so boring y/n"

"What are you staring at?"Steve asks, laughing as he throws you a pillow.

You throw it back at him, flushing as you look away, "Nothing."

"You looked like you were spacing out."

"I was."

"About what?"

Shit. You certainly can't tell him what you are really thinking. He's cute. And smart in his own way.

He is gentle, attentive to your needs: that you are warm but not too much, that you are comfortable, that you don't take the burden of the work only on your shoulders even if you are better and faster than him. He's even bought your favorite cookies and you don’t even remember telling him how much you like them. He's a total surprise, like a ray of sun in the clouds.

"I was thinking about our project, maybe we should change something." You say

"You're a bad liar. It's already perfect, you have thought about every detail." Steve looks at you like he knows and it makes your hear jump in you chest. What is happening to you?

"Focus on studying Harrington! You are the worst project partner ever."

"But you are the best y/n" He replies, seriously, moving to be near you. "I'm glad you are here" Although you try to pay attention to what he is saying, you can't help but be distracted by the way he tucks your hair behind your ears. You want to say something clever, or even sweet, to tell him that he is different from the guy he appears at school. Before you can, there's a ring on the doorbell. "Oh, that must be the pizza"

"You've ordered pizza?" You ask, speechless.

"Only for you, partner"

Eyeing him as he sits across the cafeteria with Tommy and other friends, you can't help but think how Steve Harrington shines like nobody else in this room and you hate yourself for such a silly thought. Carol has just finished telling Tina about your exchange with Steve this morning.

"I don't understand you y/n" Tina says.

"I mean... He is a well famous knob, I don't wanna be just another name on his list." You reply gazing at him as he laughs at something. That's the fact: you hate Steve Harrington cause he is not an asshole, not at all. He is kind, careful, nice and sensitive and a whole amount of adjectives that you wouldnt have attributed to him if you haven't find yourself spending so much with him for the stupid literature project.

Still in front of the rest of the world he changes completely, no more a good guy just another douchebag.

"Yes but, you know I've slept with him and he's... So. Good. " Tina winks at you.

Steve caughts your gaze and smiles at you before you can tear your eyes away from him muttering an "I don't care, Tina." Blushing.

In spite of everything in his eyes, in his smile, you don't see the person he pretends to be. Also you know perfectly well that If you allow yourself to give in to his compliments and jokes, you will find yourself heartbroken.

Oh how you wish to be touched by those hands

"If you don't care then I'll go out with him" Tina states, drinking her coke. "He's asked me out a week ago"

And that's it, the final crack in your heart. "You go girl" You reply casually, playing perfectly your part.

By now Harrington's house is familiar to you, you know the smell and the sounds, the floor creaking in some places, the lights that occasionally jump, the garden. You know how Steve drops himself on the bed and how he sits at his desk, but you’re still nervous at the door. And you realize there’s still a million things you need to know about him, about his childhood and his family, and you’re shocked because you care, you care about everything that it's his, actually. You’re afraid you made a mistake, while waiting for him to open up and holding a poster and a vinyl that maybe you shouldn’t have bought. Maybe you’ll make him fight with his parents . "They are strict" He has said once, without adding any details, leaving you with bad sensation. The way his gaze darkned, which lasted only an instant, made you think the situation must be worse than you have imagined. Maybe for this stupid poster, you’ll get him in trouble, but when you have walked past the music store you saw it, you have thought of him as a child, the most innocent creature on earth. He wanted a poster, and you have got him. The Vinyl, that’s an extra. When he opens the door you don’t even realize it, lost in your thoughts.

"Oh y/n, sorry I expected to see you later. I'm still cleaning up." Steve says, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment.

"Excuse me, it’s... I haven't realized, you know... timing."

Lie, the truth that you couldn’t wait to see him. His big dark eyes are on you, he smiles as lets them slide on the objects you hold in your arms. "What do you have there? Things for the project? " He question, leaning towards you to peek. You walk away, laughing. "Why don't you let me in first?" He steps aside. "Sorry again for the mess" But there’s nothing more than a few out-of-place items to say the least. "When my parents are out, I always leave a mess."

"It is more tidy than my house, imagine... My sister Robin is a disaster and I am not less."

"I didn’t even know you had a sister. How much more do I have to find out about you?"

"I’m a mysterious girl Harrington," you chuckle, but he stays serious as he watches you carefully. "You are." You clear your throat. "Let’s start solving the first mystery." You hand him the vinyl and he his mouth, surprised and happy.

"Oh my god y/n, but...." He stutters something meaningless, a mixture of agitated and festive verses. The truth is that for years no one has given him a spontaneous gift, even his parents, and when it happens that a gift is given to him on his birthday or for some occasion it is never something that is really for him. They are anonymous gifts, made without thinking about him, without taking into account what he wants or likes, without knowing him. He doesn’t care about something expensive, no, Steve loves small gestures.

He loves your small gestures.

"There is more" You open the poster in front of your body so that he can see it well and Harrington’s expression is priceless, he looks like a child on Christmas Day.

"I can’t believe it" He whispers. He gently grabs the poster from your hands, incredulous and you notice a slight flicker. With a quick gesture he rests it on the sofa next to you and now there are you hips hin his hands and Steve Harrington holds you in a warm and strong embrace, which makes you feel more at home than ever before in your life. "No one has ever done so much for me." He whispers to your ear.

"I didn’t do anything." You reply.

"You heard me y/n, for real"

He is in the yard, joking and laughing with his friends avoiding to look at you on purpose. On the contrary, your eyes never left his figure. The truth is that Steve doesn't understand, sometimes he feels like he has hope with you, other times he see a wall between you two even during your project it was as clear as sun that there was a spark, despite your initial coldness. He felt like you liked him. Not like, like him. Like him just as a person, in short, he' has believed for a moment that you could see something in him. The gift is a final demonstration, or so he thought. Things got worse at school, until you ended up ignoring him. And part of him just wants to run up to you and ask you what’s changed, the other part is terrified that Tommy might make fun of that. And in his heart he is aware that it is precisely this need of him to have to please everybody at all costs that has driven you away. But he can’t crawl to you, not in front of Tommy, its not something King Steve would do.

"I know you want him dead, but glaring at him isn't the right way to kill him" Robin Comments. She is sitting next to you, not looking up from her book. It's not common for you and your sister to spend time together being so different from one another, but here you are, watching the basketball team's practice.

Watching Steve Harrington.

"Then why calling it a death stare if they don't die?" You ask annoyed, finally taking your eyes off of him to look at your sister.

"'Cause it doesn't work if you switch from an I wanna kill him type of look to an I wanna fuck him hard type of look, don't you know? " She explains. You don't answer, words don't come up at your mind and also you didn't think Robin could really notice your little, silly annoying crush on Steve. Not once.

"Why are you so upset, anyway?" She asks.

"Isn't it clear? He has slept with all my friends and... And I'm just the one who's missing he keeps insisting being so... I don't know... Sometimes it's a douchebag, sometimes the sweetest boy on earth. Oh God, I'm going crazy"

"Look, Y/n we are the ones sitting there, observing him like perverts, not him. From what you told me he hasn't even tried that hard, in short, he could have done a lot more, if a compliment every now and then is enough to make you want to jump on a guy ... Maybe it's because you like that guy more than you you want to admit. "

You shake your head.

" He is Steve idiot Harrington, I can't like him"

"Oh yes, you totally don't."

"Bullshit, I don't like him, he is an asshole" You say once more.

She sighs at your stubbornness but before she adds something, you continue. "Also he has asked Tina out."

Robin smiles. "Smart move Harrington."

"What?"

"Y/n he's been avoiding to look since we arrived and he's totally failing. I don't like him at all, I think he is an idiot but you are not and if you really like this douchebag that much maybe he's something more than what I think, I also really really doubt it but that's another problem... I mean I believe you are clever enough to understand if he's just using you, but you will never know for sure if you don't give him a chance. "

You quickly realize it's true, you give your sister a smile and without saying another word you take your backpack and head quickly towards him. He spots you and bite his lower lip to hide a smile, while he walks in your direction too.

You take him by his arm and you drag him to the locker room, while his mates call him back and Tommy yells "Get in Harrington" you remember why you wanted to avoid Steve in the first place. You have learned one thing in life: to really understand someone observe the people they surround themselves with. Under this assumption Steve should be a bad person, yet he looks at you with eyes full of something you can't define and apologizes with disarming sincerity. "They are not so bad" He says referring to his friends. "It's that sometimes they forget respect"

"Isn't it the same?" You ask. He smiles. "Would you ever get angry with a monkey because it's rude or stupid? That's the same thing with them. "

"Monkeys are not stupid" You reply.

"You always have to have the last word don't you? " He chuckles, but he doesn't seem nervous. You stay silent. "Do you need something for the project or... Something else?"

"Stop it" You demand.

"Stop what?"

"You know what I mean" You say frustrated.

"No, please, really tell me. " He is lost and sincere.

"Stop... Acting like you care about me, like you really like me and then asking Tina out." And you know it's not fair, the Tina part, but you can't help yourself.

"Oh so you are jealous!" He exclaims as he suddenly realizes it and he is happy, like genuinely happy. You don't know how to react.

"What?! No, I'm not jealous! I'm angry because you're a asshole and you are using my friend and me" You reply, more frustrated by the minute.

"I'm not using her, I know Tina well enough to understand what I can do with her. We are friends too also I have never done everything wrong to you, Y/n." He seems hurt, he is biting his nails in anxiety and he has a disappointed expression on his handsome face.

" I... " He starts to leave, but you grab him by the arm. "What's up?" He asks. "I'm an asshole, mh? You've been repeating it for as long as I've known you."

"You confuse me. But I don't think you are ... but you act like one, often."

"Not with you. never with you."

You look in his eyes. "I know, but... I'm scared." He caresses your face, his soft finger tips between your h/c hair.

" So I better not fucking this up"

You nod. "I wanna know you better Steve Harrington."

"I'm honored" After a moment of silence he continues, his voice firm and low. "I'm serious, I've never been so serious in my life" He takes your face between his large hands, his finger on your burning cheeks.

"Also I asked Tina to lie to you." He whispers leaning his forehead against yours, laughing while you punch him on the chest. He join your lips in a wet but sweet kiss. He had waited so long to taste your red lips, he can't believe this is really happening, from the moment you have walked in his house showing sincere interest in him, he has known you were different and he has fallen for you quickly. He smiles against your mouth.

"You're an idiot Harrington "

"I agree."

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isekai-crow · 2 months

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Cherry Magic Ep 3

I thought we were gonna get the partner for Masato in episode 3, but we got him in episode 4. INSTEAD HOWEVER, in episode 3 we got some other fun characters!!

ONE OF THEM BEING VOICED BY FUCKING YUUSUKE SHIRAI!!!!

Was not expecting his high pitched whiney voice to appear OUT OF A CHARACTER LIKE THIS but also I really SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN SURPRISED. HE'S A STAPLE IN BL ANIME AND AUDIO DRAMAS. High pitched whiney is a compliment by the way because its CUTE and made Capybara have conniptions while listening cause this is his favorite VA, and also DAMN THIS DUDE HAS RANGE.

GO listen to the character Ramuda's voice from HypMic and you'll see what I'm talking about. His other characters are friggen Sasaki from Sasaki and Miyano, Nikaido from Idolish7, Usui Masumi from A3!, and basically this man can SING and has RANGE and is bread and butter in the anime idol boy world.

So yea, Shirai, Yuusuke plays the annoying kouhai Yuuta Rokkaku, whose only purpose is to make Kurosawa jealous of Adachi spending time with someone and make Adachi jealous of Kurosawa's 'perfection' when Kurosawa starts showing off trying to get his attention away from Rokkaku. I also hope he becomes a Shipper On Deck with the other new character, Nozomi Fujisaki!

Koshimizu, Ami is the voice of Fujisaki sempai, who is so far just a stereotypical Japanese office lady, but having seen her in the opening we know that she is the CAPTAIN of this Ship, All Hands On Deck, and has fucking Acrylic Stands of these two that she's absolutely gonna make kiss like barbie dolls.

She also voices fricken Ryuuko fro Kill La Kill, Kallen Stadtfield from Code Geass, Sailor Jupiter from Sailer Moon Crystal, and a TON of other big name female characters!! Delightful.

LMAO if this isn't the first thing that pops up in episode 3!! I'VE TAKEN THIS MEDICINE BEFORE. It's OTC anti-hangover meds THAT FUCKING WORK. They're also really good for dealing with certain IBS symptoms. OTC Meds in Japan are Great. (*w*)b

Episode 3 is the Karaoke Episode, standard Japanese business life going drinking with your superiors to "improve moral" (This shit sucks, and I only had to deal with it the first 3 years I lived here. Bosses don't know what boundaries are, don't even know the word).

There's tons of funny faces. This episode was having so much fun.

Poor Kurosawa fails at impressing his love interest with Karaoke cause the man is too upset by how perfect he is. WHY DOES HE HAVE TO BE GOOD AT EVERYTHING. I'm waiting for the moment when that perfection is peeled back to show the person underneath.

Adachi tries to rescue his female co-worker whose being catcalled / harrased by drunk dudes not even from their company, only to get rescued himself.

Fujisaki is all of us. She knows EXACTLY WHAT'S GOING ON. Even if Adachi doesn't lmao. She doesn't need to read minds. She's got Fujoshi-Senses.

Adachi is also not subtle at ALL ABOUT TOUCHING?????? But he's also NEVER successful???????? MY BOY. THINK. USE THAT SINGULAR BRAIN CELL TO FIND A BETTER WAY.

I guess Adachi like Rokkoku enough to go to a Sauna with him? And Kurosawa is of course tags along because he gets to see Adachi naked.

This is also SUCH a Japanese thing. Someone's hobby is always something boring like "listening to music" or "watching movies" or "drinking socially" which aren't REAL hobbies, OR IT'S WEIRD RANDOM STUFF LIKE GOING TO A SAUNA.

OH LOOK HIS NIPPLES ARE GROWN IN. (This is a running joke between me and Capybara about whether a character is an adult or not)

Bless this poor simping man. Some day. Just you wait.

STEAM CONDUCTS THOUGHTS!!!!! Poor Adachi clutching his towel and running like the fair maiden heart he is after seeing all of Kuroswa's fantasies.

So capybara and my theory is that it's BODY heat that transfers the thoughts, otherwise it wouldn't work through clothing. (What happens if we get an Adachi or Kurosawa with hypothermia? Sick Fic anyone?)

But also this is the kind of stuff I feel bad for Kurosawa about. He's allowed to have fantasies damnit! They shouldn't be held against him! Unless he does something to Adachi that he doesn't want or consent to LET THE MAN LIVE DAMNIT.

But also poor Adachi for having to experience that anyways haha.

We get a rare moment here of hearing Kurosawa's inner thoughts (mostly self pity about the situation his heart has gotten him into), and it's NOT filtered through Adachi for once! So it humanizes him a bit more (not that he wasn't human before? But like people idolize him rather than villanize him... I don't know the word I'm looking for... endears us to him?) and we get to see his thoughts on the situation, the damage that's been done from being basically a "Gifted Kid" in more ways than one, fucking SA'd by a CEO Lady and also WHY he likes Adachi and damn, it took someone seeing him as something less then Ken Doll Perfect for once in his life to fall for someone of the same sex. It's definitely more than that, but like. That's so story book sweet and a little sad type romantic. I love it.

It took one man giving him a Dom Face to awaken the Inner Sub in him, and his heart was stolen, lmao. (I think this might be Capybara projecting and wanting someone to look at HIM like that tho >w>) (im gonna get murdered for that)

I hope they continue to play with tropes and don't follow the standard "One of these MALE characters is just a stand in for a FEMALE, so one is the seme/top and one is the uke/bottom and they NEVER switch."

God I hope they switch. And/Or Adachi makes the first real move. Or like, Pins / Kabe-Don's Kurosawa to the wall. That would make me so happy.

CAREFUL ADACHI. HE'S ON TO YOU. HE'S STARTING TO SUSPECT YOU'RE USING WITCH CRAFT ON HIM.

also AHHHH THIS IS SO CUTE. Kurosawa is adorable and so in love and so worried, and it's fairly realistic! I can't wait for more.

#anime winter 2024 #cherry maho #cherry magic #チェリまほ #adachi kiyoshi #kurosawa yuichi #shirai yusuke #bl anime #yaoi #yaoi anime

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3AM Shenanigans ㅡ carlos m.

pairing: carlos madrigal x reader

genre: crack, fluff

word count: 3k

tags: energetic and caffeinated reader, kind of ooc carlos, established relationship, modern au, texting fic, cursing, not proofread

summary: after downing a cup of coffee at midnight, you found it hard to fall back asleep. while bothering your boyfriend, you didn't expect a surprise visit from him at 3AM in the morning.

[repost] short drabble-ish based from this incorrect quote

11:59.

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"FUCK YEAH!!!!" You screamed at the top of your lungs. Jumping out of your chair, you immediately broke in to a physical explosion of body shaking and jumping to non-existent music.

Having successfully passed an assignment a minute before it's due? It's practically your talent at this point. Kind of unhealthy, but you loved the rush and pressure more than crunching it a day before with absolutely 0 ideas on mind. And this, this literature review?

It's definitely bad.

But at least it's done.

"Now what the fuck am I gonna do with this?" You asked yourself, holding your now half-empty cup of coffee. You underestimated the amount you needed and you were stuck with two options. If you left it out, it will go bad. if you drank it now, oh boy you're gonna have the sugar spike of your life. But what's life without a little goof in them?

Taking a big sip, you downed the sweet mocha caramel oreo java chip honey with 2 shots frappucino and whatever the heck more sugar-containing liquid you had asked for.

Putting it back and getting ready for the night, you settled in your bed and cuddled yourself with your boyfriend's hoodie and resisting the urge to annoy him late at night by sending random TikToks that you found on your For You page. Looking back at the clock which was now 12:30, you turned of all gadgets and lights and hoped to go to sleep as you closed your eyes.

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1:30 AM.

Your eyes were still as wide as an owls and you're starting to regret the last sip of your too sweet caffeinated drink because you can't even take a small nap. So much time has passed and there was still no sign of the sandman bringing you to dreamland.

Having found no use of waiting to go to sleep, you muttered a curse as you grabbed your phone and hovered over Carlos' text messages. You contemplated bothering your boyfriend with your 1AM antics, but then realized that he wouldn't be bothered since he has his phone on DND at night.

You: sent a link.

You: was watching tiktoks and this dog reminds me of you

You: fooken emo hair

You: bEcAusE ToNoIgHT wILL bE tHe nOiGhT tHaT i WilL fAhL foR yEww

You: i can probably spam you as much as i want since you said you had your phone on mute

You: sent a link.

You: DUCKS ARE WATERPROOF. turns out they have this fur that makes them waterproof

You: just like dandelions

You: if i were to duct tape a duck with dandelions would that make them extra waterproof

You: lmfao duct tape

You: duck tape

You: IM CRYINGG DKHKJGH

Carlos: what the hell is wrong with you

You: oh hi amor

You: why you up so early

Carlos: ?? the question is why aren't you asleep so early

You: I can't sleep

Carlos: did you watch those horror cases again

You: NO

You: i finished my essay and i couldnt sleep because of the coffee

You: -welp i kinda did watch a horror documentary before that but its not that scary

You: okay fine i cant sleep im both caffeinated and terrified the tiktok i saw before the duck one had a scary jumpscare

Carlos: lmfao pussy ass

You: STOP IM NOT

Carlos: if u say so

You:....

You: i still cant sleep :<

Carlos: is that my problem

You: no

You: yk what im just gonna watch some tiktoks... ure obliged to open all of them in the morning

You: sent a link.

You: LOOK AT THIS ONE. BLACKPINK JENNIE FANCAM SHES SO FINE

You: would you be okay if i leave you for jennie

You: she kinda has a better ass

You: and i've seen you sway yours its not really the best ngl

You: sent a link.

You: sent a link.︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎

You: WHAT THE FUCK

You: SOMEONES AT MY DOOR

You: THEYRE KNOCKING

You: ITS PROBABLY SOME DRUNK DUDE THAT WANDERED IN MY HALLWAYS

You: OR A MURDERER

You: Carlos save me my knight in shining armor

You: THE KNOCKS ARE GETTING LOUDER

You: its probably a ghost or a monster im not having this rn

Carlos: why don't u let it in

You: THATS TERRIBLE ADVICE

Carlos: you wouldn't know unless u find out

You: and if its a murderer and i die, you won't have a lover anymore

Carlos: i can always find someone else

You: ?????!$?$?$ YOURE AWFUL

Carlos: just open the goddamn door idiot

Carlos: its cold out here

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"Oh!" You jumped onto bed and immediately dashed through the door after reading his last texts. Carefully, you twisted the knob and opened it slightly, looking at the gap to see who it is. When you saw the love your life in his maroon hoodie and black pajamas, you instantly opened the door wide and jumped to his arms. Carlos almost stumbled but he managed to catch you as he put his arms under your thighs.

"Jeez you're more energetic than I thought" Carlos mumbled in your embrace.

"How did you get here so fast?! You live on the other building!" You asked, finally letting go from the hug as you cupped his face and showered him with kisses. Carlos being used to your chaotic energy only giggled as he pushed you inside and locked the door.

"I snuck out. The dorm security guard had to go to the restroom so I ran out when he left" He said while walking to the kitchen island and placing a plastic bag on top of it. Like a lost puppy, you trailed along and followed him. "You owe me shit for making me come here at 2 in the morning."

"I didn't force you to come here"

"You brought it upon yourself when you texted, now" He smirked as he opened the plastic bag and grabbed something "-wanna have ramen?"

You furrowed your eyebrows. "at 2AM?"

Carlos shrugged his shoulders. "You're supposed to say yes, but I'll make it anyway. I was starving so I stopped by the convenience store before I came here"

"Oooh did you stop by for-"

"Yes I brought you banana milk"

"YAY" You jumped to his arms and gave him a big bear hug. Carlos in return, squeezed you so tight you almost couldn't breathe. He loves spoiling you so much because your smile always manages to make him lose his cool demeanor. You were the cutest sight he has ever seen and if it meant sacrificing his beauty sleep for this early in the morning, he would never want to think twice in sleeping ever again.

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"How long is this going to take?" You asked, spinning around the chair on the edge of the kitchen island. In front of you was Carlos who was busy making the ramen and opening the powder packets.

"The water literally just boiled" He explained while checking the pot of water. Putting the noodles in the pot, he hummed a song to pass the time. "Now we wait for 3 minutes"

"Wait!" You jumped from the chair and dashed to the stereo. "Do you know what makes the wait more fun?"

Carlos peeked from afar, having unsure feelings about your devilish grin which he definitely knows you have something planned. "What?"

"DANCE CONTEST!" You yelled, playing your favorite dance song as it echoes through the speakers.

"Oh God, I just escaped this song from Camilo only to hear you play it on loud speakers." He facepalmed but then grew into a fit of laughter when you suddenly danced to the choreography in the empty space in front of him.

"What the hell are you doing?" He screamed in between laughter. It was definitely not the same dance his twin was doing from before. While he cracked an egg to be placed in the soup, you continued dancing in your pajamas. As soon as he finished and let the meal sit, he gave in danced along with you in the chorus with more minimal movements compared to yours who was all over the place.

"I knew you couldn't resist my favorite artists, you're such a fan" You pointed out while he rolled his eyes.

"Shut up" He grumbled.

━

Oh crap. It was already 3AM and you were blasting music on loud speakers for the entire building to hear.

After getting second complaints from Carlos who was afraid of getting caught, your dance session ended abruptly as you two got ready to finally eat the ramen he prepared.

"You're a good cook" You commented on his cooking, glancing at your now empty bowl.

"It's an instant noodle pack, idiot" Carlos replied. "Everyone can do it."

You scoffed at his last comment and mocked him. "But you didn't let me do it. 'mI amOr LeT mE MaKe ThE rAmEn InsTeaD'"

Carlos stood up from the chair and walked behind you, leaving you confused. Suddenly, he pulled you to a back hug and put his chin on your shoulders, flustering you. He grabbed your hands and put them in front of your face.

"You see these hands?" You nodded as he continued. "These are the hands that passed a week old paper 2 minutes before the deadline. These are the hands that downed an entire cup of coffee at midnight. These are the hands that played that loud ass song on blast at 3AM in the morning, possibly calling for danger if I didn't ask you to turn it off. Now, can you give me a logical explanation as to why I would let the same hands operate open fire on a stove at 3 in the morning?"

You pursed your lips and squinted your eyes, humming and playing along acting like you were thinking of an answer. Your so-called 'train of thought' was interrupted when Carlos squished your cheeks and groaned while shaking you. Pushing his hand away, you crossed your eyebrows at him.

"Your cuteness aggression is so fucking weird, you have a face of murder but your actions say otherwise. Like when you squished my sister's kitten with a sinister face" You picked up your bowl before he took it away from you immediately making you complain "Hey-"

"Couldn't resist it when you look like an idiot" He cupped your cheeks again. "My idiot." He lightly kissed your nose and pulled away, grabbing the rest of the silverware. "Also, I'm not letting you touch the plates, I'm washing them."

"Eh, less work for me thanks wifey"

"Don't call me that"

"Sorry wifey"

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3:00 AM...

"Okay I'm not gonna lie but that was fun" Carlos muttered out of breath as he pulled away from you while panting. "Just never ask me to do that again"

You guys were learning this dance challenge with Carlos and after your many attempts of begging, he just gave in. Tonight's challenge was the viral domino dance and although Carlos wouldn't want to admit, he was kinda having fun.

"Learned from the best dancer I've known" You proudly said while gulping a glass of water as you re-watched the recorded video.

"That's the Carlos Madrigal effect"

"No I was talking about Camilo"

Carlos gave you a sour face while you laughed at him. Putting the video on your drafts, you looked up at him while he was wiping his sweaty forehead.

"Now what?" You asked him.

"I'm just trying so hard not to throw up the ramen right now."

You laughed at your boyfriend who was still trying to catch his breath. "Okay fine, no more dancing. Wanna watch a movie?"

"I have a better idea"

"What is it?" You asked him.

"Sleep. We sleep, Y/N."

"Oh"

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You didn't know how it ended up like this, but now you're lying on the bed cuddling with your boyfriend in animal onesies. Apparently when he went to the convenience store, Carlos also passed by a few outfits in the clothes part of the store and found the onesies. He bought you a sugar glider onesie while he got himself a panda one.

After a night of energy and too much activity, you were finally happy you were getting sleepy. Maybe the coffee has worn off, or maybe it was because of the MSG from the ramen. One thing is for sure though, this was the highlight of the night. Lying on Carlos' chest while his hand plays with your hair and your legs are tangled together.

"Amor," You called out to him, face still buried in his chest. You felt a vibration as he hummed in response.

"Thank you for coming here for me"

It wasn't much to say, but it felt enough for both of you. You and Carlos had just been in an official relationship for 2 months and you never felt even more happier as time goes by. But while still being early in the relationship, no one has dropped the "I love you" phrase yet, and although it took longer, it felt somehow right. It wasn't easy for you to openly display affection to each other and you both understood that.

It takes time, love takes time. The "I love you" can come later. You weren't rushing. For both of you, it's an important phrase and neither of you were ready just yet. BUT, you already felt the comfort of those words although not directly, just through Carlos' gestures that made you feel loved and cared for. Just like tonight.

"Don't thank me, mi vida. I would gladly spend any second of my time to be with you" Carlos muttered against the crown of your head, twirling and combing your hair with his fingers. That was his I love you. His quality time, his words of affirmation, his acts of service, those were his 'i love yous'.

And yours? It's a little difficult to tell from someone else but for Carlos, he definitely gets to experience your I love yous. Your constant snuggling, your shameless personality, your tears, your physical touch, your words of affirmation, all of those things were the ones only Carlos has seen and you meant to keep it that way.

"And uhm- sorry if I'm kind of a pain in the ass sometimes"

Carlos clicked his tongue. "Look at me" He grabbed your shoulders, causing you to pull yourself off and he cupped your face for you to face him. "You're not a pain in the ass okay? And you're never a handful. I like being around with you, you're like my happy pill. The sun to my moon."

His words never fail to make you smile in awe. Sometimes it makes you even tear up in joy and he urges you not to cry by saying even more sweet words that just makes you cry even harder. You're very lucky to have this man and he's very lucky to land someone like you.

With an aww, you further snuggled into him, diving into the crook of his neck while he giggles at you. Holding you even tighter, you suddenly remembered one of the videos you were meant to send to him before his knocks scared you.

"Oh wait, I forgot I was supposed to send you something" You pulled away and sat up on your bed, reaching for the phone by the bedside table. Carlos remained snuggled in your bedsheets, waiting for you to finish.

"This video I saw, wait I'll send it to you." You trailed off, busy scrolling through your phone.

You were about to put it down until you heard a loud ding that startled you. You looked back to the beside table to see Carlos' phone shine brightly on.

"Amor, was that my notif?" You asked and glanced at Carlos who had a shy grin in his face.

"Uhm, yea"

"But I thought you always have your phone on silent because it annoys you?" You put the phone back and went back to snuggle in his arms.

"Technically it is, I just set it up so that the do not disturb option doesn't apply to you." Carlos said truthfully, intentionally hiding his face in your hair but you were smart enough to pull away and cup his face instead.

"So you mean, the entire time I wasn't on silent for you?"

He looked away and nodded.

"So, the whole time I was spamming your messages because I thought you were on silent, was actually not and you were hearing all those dings per second?"

Carlos muttered under his breath. "I don't mind though"

"Oh my god" You said as you let go of his face and dug back to his chest. "So I really did wake you up in the middle of the night"

Carlos furrowed his eyebrows the moment he heard a guilt tone in your voice. "Hey." He grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him.

"I had it set for a reason okay? I never want to miss your messages and I hate it when you're mixed with other of my notifications. It's not your fault and I don't mind if you wake up or spam me or shit"

"Awww" You cooed and gave him a light peck on the lips. "You love me so much"

"Tch. I'm being nice here, appreciate it"

"I do! Next time you're officially invited for my next 3AM bullshit. Only you have an infinite invite" You said as you observe the big smile that he has. His eyes glimmering with pure bliss that made you fall deeper.

"I accept. For tomorrow, I'm planning the activities. Ones that don't involve loud TikTok dancing"

You hummed and nodded in response, giving him yet another peck in the lips making him laugh as if hes entranced in the sight of you completely drunk on each others love.

"Thank you mi amor"

Funny how the lazy, barely moving Carlos Madrigal seemed to enjoy staying up late with you. Whether it would be dancing, singing, eating, or even playing video games. He would sacrifice his beauty sleep if it meant seeing you have the time of your life, it was worth it. Fuck sleep, you were worth it.

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starkerhowlter · 1 year

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Princess Parker -- 4

Rating: M Ship: starker (tony stark / peter parker) Tags: Minor Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Alternate Universe - College/University, Fashion Designer Peter Parker, Engineer Student Tony Stark, slow burn, stolen moments Summary: Tony Stark’s in love.

This chapter was beta'd by my gorgeous squish: @cozysafechaotic ! Be sure to send em love and thanks! Shout out as well to my sprinting goblins in the Super Starkers Discord for their support as well and I hope you enjoy this chapter!

4 -- Beauty And The Simp

In the cafeteria, Peter is already sitting with his friends at their usual table. His red and black shirt fits perfectly, and his Hugo Boss trousers hug his ass like a gift from the gods. The bouquet has disappeared but the blush on the boy's cheeks hasn't. He smiles gently, winking at the boy before turning back to his friends.

"How did he take to the bouquet?" Bruce asks gently.

"Well. He seemed like he liked it. His friends, not so much," Tony replied.

"I'm guessing Pepper and Natasha weren't fans?" Steve questions.

"Not them..." Tony confesses, looking over his shoulder at the entrance before continuing, "For some reason, Harley Keener was upset by them?"

"Why Harley?" Bucky interjected, "What does that prick want with Peter?"

"I guess I'm not the only one that Peter's caught their eye. I mean, he's beautiful, guys. He's not going to be someone people overlook easily. I just wish I could work up the courage to just talk to him.”

"I thought you said he liked your gifts?" Bucky replies, smiling at Clint as he sits down.

"He did... does. But I'm not a sugar daddy. I don't want to just give him gifts and treasures, I want to be his boyfriend. I want Peter Parker to be mine."

"You really have it bad, T," Steve laughs, "But I can't say anything. I was just as whipped for Bucky when I first saw him."

"Honey, you saw me at a party and from what Tony and Clint have told me, you drank like six shots of vodka before you managed to talk to me."

"I was nervous!" Steve covers.

"Yeah, and then you kissed me, fucked me and asked me to be your boyfriend that same night!"

"It was an intense party!" Steve laments.

"I rest my case." Bucky laughs, leaning over and kissing the blonde, "Oh stop pouting. You know I love you."

"I love you too."

"Gods, you guys are gross." Clint laughs, "Like old men."

Peter glances over at the table again, he's got one of the flowers from Tony in his hair, but his friends keep reminding him that the flowers didn't come from the person he so wants them to be from. The boy sighs, spinning the stem between his fingers as his friends talk around him. He should be listening but instead, his mind is on Tony.

"Peter, are you listening to me?" Gwen asks, clearly annoyed.

"Wha? Oh, yeah. I'm listening." He drops the flower on the table and looks at the girl, mind drifting back to the punk across the room. He wonders what it would be like to lay in his lap, to reach up and brush his fingers over the man's stubble and see the sparkle in his whiskey eyes up close. Harley never made him feel like this. He never felt a wonder at the concept of the man, never wished for him to look in his direction. Then again, was what he had with Harley love?

Tony smiles in the boy's direction, appreciating the sight of him. "Holy hell aren't you gorgeous," He murmurs to no one in particular, "Fucking hell."

"Tony you're doing it again," Clint teases.

"Doing what?" Tony asks, lifting his head off his hand.

"Simping," Clint replies.

"I do not simp. I am just appreciating the beauty that is Peter Parker."

"Mhm, sure," Steve laughs, "Whatever you say." Tony flips the guys off, laughing.

"I just want to see you embarrass yourself in front of Peter at the party this weekend."

"Shut up, Clint." Tony laughs, looking across the cafeteria longingly at the boy.

Thank you so much for reading!! Comments and likes are much appreciated!!

#shut up nika #princess parker #starker #tony x peter #nika writes

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vampyrsutton · 1 year

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Yaku Lev~Fishnets

Summary:

Welcome to why I’m not allowed to have ideas under the influence. My Notes: Volleyball Net = Fishnet Stockings. Lev knocked the net down and gave himself fishnets. Yaku gets an idea and Lev a surprise. Blame Shimoneta. No, blame the weed.

Ao3 Tags:

Fishnets, Kinktober, Kinktober 2022, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Anal Plug, Clothed Sex, Dirty Talk, Banter, Edgeplay, Haiba Lev Has A Huge Dick, post-sex cuddles, Oral Sex, Aftercare

"Dammit, Lev! Watch what you're doing, will you?!" Yaku scolds as he tries to help the mass of limbs that is his boyfriend untangle himself from the net he just crashed into and subsequently knocked over. "How the hell did you even manage this?!"

Lev just laughs, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. "Sorry, Yaku-san, but hey!" He perks up, eyes sparkling excitedly. "I hit the ball!"

Yaku sighs, shaking his head in exasperation. "You did, along with the entire net, but you did in fact hit the ball." He relents, allowing his dork his small victory. He was trying to work on acknowledging good behavior but god dammit it was hard sometimes when he did stupid shit like this. It's a good thing he's stupidly adorable or Yaku probably would have strangled him by now, but he'd, unfortunately, miss that dopey grin. "Now will you help me get you free? I told you to stop flailing around, but you didn't and now you look like some serpent or something a sailor dragged in. Seriously, what am I going to do with you?"

This just got him more laughter and another apology before big hands joined his in trying to free the giant.

In actuality, Yaku wasn't all that annoyed. He was more annoyed about how adorable he thought it was than the actual mess-up itself. …He may also be trying to ignore the little voice in his head pointing out how it looks like the taller boy is wearing fishnets and no- stop it.

Okay, yeah it was too late. He had an idea.

~~~

"Yaku-san!" Lev calls as he enters his senpai's house. He was told the older's parents aren't home and the door is unlocked, but he still didn't know what he was called over for.

Hopefully not more training. His legs still hurt from yesterday.

He freezes as he rounds the corner and finds Yaku sat on one of the stools in the dining area in a Nekoma crop with Lev's number across the back, black booty shorts, and black fishnet stockings that contrasted beautifully with his pale skin and okay, maybe he can train a little more if Yaku plans to wear that.

"Y-Yaku-san?" Lev half-squeaks, eyes entirely glued on the creamy skin being hugged by the fishnets on the shorter boy's thighs. Those would at the very least leave indents and Lev wanted to get them under his hands. How durable are fishnets? Can he get the crotch open so he can eat him out? Gods, can he fuck him in those? Crotchless was a thing, right? He hopes so.

"What took you so long, beanpole?" Yaku huffs, not looking up from his phone as he crosses his legs elegantly.

"I-uh-you didn't tell me what we were doing so I didn't know if I needed training clothes, but I guess, or at least hope a different kind of exercise is on the table?" Lev kind of chuckles, eyes never leaving the milky skin being crisscrossed by the fishnets.

"With how annoying these were to put on because my toes kept finding ways to get stuck?" Yaku hums, glancing up to raise an eyebrow. "I would hope so too. My thighs look too good in them not to."

Lev just nods dumbly before shaking his head and taking on a feral smirk that just seems to come with the Nekoma jersey. "They really do, Yaku-san. Would be a shame to have to take them off though."

"Good thing you won't have to then." Yaku shrugs, uncrossing his legs so Lev can see where the upper part of his inner thigh leading into the shorts is bare. "Just the pants."

Lev almost looks like he's calculating how to avoid that too as he approaches his tiny boyfriend, but even he can tell the shorts are too tight for that. Oh well, he can work with this.

"Can I ask what brought this little idea on?" Lev hums as he lifts Yaku so his hands rest under his toned thighs to carry him to Yaku's bedroom.

Yaku's ears flush pink, but he shrugs, leaning forward enough to capture Lev's lips with his own. "Felt like it?"

Lev raises an eyebrow, at least able to detect Yaku hiding something at this point, but is easily distracted by the smaller boy's kisses. "If you say so." He smiles before tossing Yaku onto the bed and snickering when he gets yelled at. "Sorry, Yaku-san." He hums, climbing onto the bed between the libero's legs. "Let me apologize?"

Yaku pouts but lets the spiker part his legs to get to the button of his pants and get them off. Or at least he should be taking them off, but instead, Yaku finds Lev taking advantage of his flexibility to hook the pants still around his ankles behind his head so everything is on full display for the giant and at too awkward of an angle for Yaku to escape.

"Lev! What the hell are you doing?!" Yaku scoffs, face flaming as green eyes over his overly exposed frame and settle on the little red gem settled between his cheeks.

"Oh? What's this, Yaku-san? Already opened yourself up for me, baby?" Lev smirks, prodding at the plug to move it around, and watches Yaku attempt to squirm as it pulls at his rim and probably rubs against his prostate.

"Shut up!" Yaku huffs, trying to get out of the overly-exposing position, but being unable to get the leverage to escape. "Lev!"

"Yes, baby? Is someone trying to escape?" Lev hums, moving the plug again to draw a gasping moan from the smaller.

"Yes, you beanstalk! Let me up!" Yaku huffs, squirming to try to escape the spiker's teasing, but unable to get far.

"Color?" Lev questions, stopping all movement and trying not to smirk when this makes Yaku whine.

Yaku glares at him, pouting but ultimately huffs. "Green just stop teasing!"

Lev chuckles, reaching where he knows Yaku keeps his lube and bringing it over before slowly pulling the plug out as his eyes widen slightly at the size. "How did you even get a hold of this?"

Yaku moans, hole clenching around nothing as he squirms. "You really think Kenma doesn’t have a card at this point with his follower count."

Lev's face flushes pink at the knowledge that Kenma and probably Kuroo know what's going on, but decides he'll be embarrassed about it later as he lowers his head to Yaku's hole. "I'll have to find a way to thank him." He hums, licking a strip from Yaku's hole to his balls, and sucking one into his mouth just to hear his boyfriend cry out.

"He said stop missing his sETs! Fuck, Lev!" Yaku whines, not sure if he's trying to get away or get closer, but not having the leverage to either way and groaning in frustration.

Lev hums, letting it go with a pop before moving down to Yaku's hole before the libero even has time to complain and smirking at how he whines as he's tongue fucked, long fingers moving down to join the mix in working to stretch Yaku further.

Yaku can't help but whine as his hole flutters and clenches around the tongue and fingers working him open and moan when Lev's tongue manages to find his prostate and one of those long fingers moves to abuse it.

Lev manages to smirk as Yaku wiggles and moans, watching carefully how he squirms so he notices when he stiffens so he can pull away fully just before the little libero is about to cum and snickering at the frustrated whine this earns him.

"Goddammit, Lev! Why?!" Yaku shouts, smacking a hand against the bed and wiggling to try and get his hands on his cock.

Lev shoos Yaku's hands away. "Come on, Yaku-san. You know better than that." He chides despite the little smirk on his face.

"Then stop messing with me!" Yaku whines, moving his hands lower now to try and entice Lev by slipping a finger inside himself and smirking when he notices the spiker's pupils dilate. "Come on, Lev~"

“You really are a little shit aren’t you, Yaku-san?” Lev groans, getting out of his clothes all the same.

Yaku just smirks, spreading and working his fingers until he’s shooed once more as Lev lubes up his cock before both moans as he sinks in slowly.

“Fuck, how are you still so tight?” Lev groans, planting his hands on Yaku’s thighs for leverage and finding individual holes in the fishnets to lace his fingers through. “Gods, why are these so hot?” He mumbles, fascinated by the contrast between Yaku’s soft skin and the somewhat scratchy feeling of the fishnets. The holes were big enough for Lev’s fingers to each get their own hole so he could grip Yaku’s toned thighs while still feeling the crisscrossing pattern against his palm, and yeah Lev has no clue why he was so intoxicated by it, but he hopes he can convince Yaku to wear these again.

Maybe with a mini-skirt next time so he can just bend him over? Oh, there’s an idea.

“Lev! Move already!” Yaku whines, squirming where he’s stuck cockwarming the giant until he decides to get on with it.

Lev shakes his head to bring himself back to the present before smirking. “Sorry, chipmunk. Was a bit distracted.” He hums, snapping the nylon against pale skin lightly. “I’ll get to it.”

“Thank fuuuu-Mnngh~” Yaku moans as Lev pulls almost all the way out, and, after bracing himself on Yaku’s thighs once more, slams back home to start up a rough pace that has Yaku crying out and gripping the sheets for anything to hold onto as he’s bent in half and used just how he loves.

“Leeeev~!” Yaku groans as he’s fucked into the mattress, previously edged cock bouncing uselessly against his stomach. “Lev, touch me~ Fuck, it feels so gOOd! Fuck!” Yaku cries out again when Lev manages to find his prostate and dammit it was still embarrassing how fast the giant was always able to work him to the edge, but he was long everywhere and Yaku was so fucking full and this angle only made him feel more stuffed and- “Lev, please~!” He finally broke, just wanting one of those big hands wrapped around his cock as he fucks what will probably be multiple loads into him knowing the spiker’s stamina.

Lev chuckles, removing a hand from where it was tangled in the fishnets to gather some leaking lube and wrap it around the little libero’s cock, smirking at how he cries out. “Like this, baby?” He hums as his hand starts to move. “Is this what you wanted, baby boy? You want me to get you off, hm? You know I won’t stop after you cum. You sure you can handle that, Yaku-san?”

Yaku moans, head nodding furiously as he grips the sheets around him and just lets himself be used by the giant. It’s not like he has many choices at this angle, but the actual surrender still adds something in his opinion.

Lev takes advantage of the almost full foot of height he has on the other to loom over him and capture his mouth in a rough kiss that’s a lot of tongue and teeth and Yaku nipping at Lev just as much as Lev is him. Before long, he’s moving down to Yaku’s neck to kiss and bite and mark up his neck and shoulders in a way that’s definitely going to get them teased by the team again, but fuck if either of them actually cares.

Like half of them even have room to talk.

“Fuck, Lev! Close! Fuck, I’m close!” Yaku whines, hands flying up to grip whatever of Lev he can get a hold of.

“You sure you want to cum now, Yaku-san?” Lev hums despite his hand speeding up. “You’ll only get overstimulated.”

“I can’t, fuck, I can’t hold it, Lev~ You can do whatever you want, just let me cuUm~ Ahhh~! Lev~!” Yaku cries out as he cums hard when Lev does something with his hand and grinds into his prostate just right making Yaku see stars as he coats their chests in white.

Lev groans as Yaku spasms around him, milking his cock and spurring him on in fucking the small libero through his orgasm. It doesn’t take very long for him to cum after that. Between the tight, spasming heat, and Yaku’s pretty broken whimpers? It only takes a few more thrusts before he’s cumming hard inside Yaku with a moan of his own.

After a few more thrusts, he pulls out and helps Yaku finish getting his shorts off so his legs can rest before pulling him close for cuddles.

“So, I guess you liked them?” Yaku mumbles sleepily against Lev’s chest, grimacing at how Lev didn’t give him a chance to clean the cum off his stomach before pulling them together.

“They look so good on you, Yaku-san.” Lev grins, reaching down to play with the netting a bit. “Think I can convince you to wear a skirt next time?”

Yaku snorts, shaking his head. “What? Plan to bend me over the table instead?”

“And any other furniture you’ll let me,” Lev smirks, the mischief returning to his eyes once more.

Yaku’s face flushes red as he hides his face in the giant’s chest. “...maybe.”

Lev grins, lifting Yaku’s chin to kiss him before moving to pick him up to carry him to the bathroom. “Come on, let’s get you both cleaned up!”

Yaku yelps as he’s suddenly lifted, complaining about the lack of warning before blinking in confusion until he realizes Lev probably intends to fuck him in the shower in these and flushes darker. “Wha-? Lev! I don’t know if these can go in the bath! Let me take them off first!”

“Hmm, nope! We’re just gonna have to find out together.” Lev grins, holding the squirming libero tight so he can’t escape as he runs them to the bathroom.

“Lev!”

#levyaku #lev habia #yaku morisuke #haikyū!!#haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! smut #lev x yaku #kinktober #kinktober 2022

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kittycattoys · 2 years

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Ink - Eddie Munson

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Summery: Steve is furious. But Ava has something else to worry about

Warnings: 18+ content, Season 1 Steve(aka dick Steve), drug use (obviously)

Last episode: As she walked to her locker she saw Steve who had a furious look on his face.

"Where the fuck were you last night" Steve asked in a very condescending tone.

"Why do you care we had nothing planned" Ava replied calmly

"well I was going to talk to you last night about something but when I went to your house your mother told me you were at Izzy's which you always use when you don't want to tell her where you really are" He said clearly angry "And when I got here Tommy told me he saw you leaving with the freak-"

"Which one?" She cut him off. "You have many people you call freaks"

"It doesn't matter-"

"Well then what's the problem" she cut him off again. She knew she was playing on dangerous grounds but she knew if she pushed the right buttons she could get him off her tail.

"Just... Let me know next time." Success "Anyway I was wondering if you wanted to hang out tonight. I want to bring Nancy somewhere" Shit

"No" she said blankly

"What No?! What do you mean No?"

"Two reasons. One I don't want to be your third wheel because you don't want her to think it's a date and Two I'm busy" she tried to walk away but Steve followed her

"With what? Your in no clubs, you have no boyfriend-" that's when he stopped and grabbed her arm "Who were you with last night?"

"None of your business Steve" she said trying to get out his grip.

"you were with the freak last night weren't you" his grip on her arm got tighter.

"Who are you-"

"You know exactly who" he cut her off then looked at the shirt and pants she was wearing "these are his clothes aren't they?" A crowd had formed around them watching the argument and was blocking most of the hallway

"Let go of me" She said trying to be treating but it didn't work.

"Let her go Steve" A teacher yelled over the murmurs of the crowd "Now Harrington"

As soon as he let her go she scurried off towards her first class.

********

Eddie watched as Ave sat alone at lunch just picking at her food. He was tempted to go over there but he knew that would just make it worse. He knew what happened that morning from what other people told him. He wasn't there because she told I'm to enter awhile after she did he didn't know exactly why until he heard of Steve's reaction to her just wearing a boys clothes. Now he felt like he was stepping in on their relationship. But he couldn't help but stare at her and remember all that happened last night and hope she wasn't playing him.

"Eddie did you hear a word I just said" his friend's annoyed voice cut though his thoughts

"Sorry" he turned his attention back to his friends

"we were making plans for tonight" another one of his friends chimed in

"I'm busy tonight" he said turning to look back at Ava. His friend looked towards where he was looking at and sighed

"Why do you still have a crush on Ava it's never going to happen you know that"

"Yeah I know" Ava then got up and dumped her tray heading out the door. Eddie somehow gained some confidence and stood up "hold that thought"

"Don't do anything dumb" his friend yelled back to him

********

When Eddie caught up with Ava he grabbed her arm pulling her into a nearby storage room.

"Let go of-" she cut herself off when she saw it was Eddie. She grabbed his shirt and gave him a kiss.

"What was that for" he said pulling away from the kiss

"Sorry I- It's just most of the time a guy pulls a girl into the storage room it's for sex" she said nervously

"Oh I mean that's not exactly what I was going to do but if you want to I'm cool with it" he said slightly pulling away from her

"um not right now if Steve found me here with you he would kill you"

"About Steve I heard what happened this morning what was up with that"

"I don't know he gets really overprotective sometimes but not that protective"

"Please be honest with me are you two dating or what because I don't want to be a side guy"

"I swear we are not he is just my best friend you could ask anyone in his friend group about who he likes and everyone would tell you he is trying to get in the pants of Nancy Wheeler he goes on and on about her"

"He was the guy you liked wasn't he"

"Yes" she took a deep breath before continuing "but it's Steve Harrington ask any girl and she would say she liked him"

"That's true but answer this if you had to chose-"

"You" she cut him off with out hesitation "there are a bunch of men like Steve but I have met no one that has ever made me feel like how you do"

"so we're still on for tonight" he gave a dorky smile as he asked that

"of course"

********

As soon as school was over both Ava and Eddie quickly headed home to get ready. Ava was such in a hurry she didn't didn't notice her mom until she bumped into her.

"whoa whoa whoa where's the fire."

"Sorry I'm just really excited"

"where are you going and what are you wearing"

Ava thought about it for a second and decided it wouldn't be the best idea to tell her she was going on a date "I'm headed back to Izzy's and yesterday she threw me into her pool and didn't have any clothes that fit me so I borrowed some clothes from her brother"

"ok have fun" Ava quickly ran up the stairs to get ready

********

Eddie waited outside of Ava's house tapping the stearing wheel praying she would come out hoping that she wasn't pranking

A/N: Hi guys sorry it took so long to post I've been in extreme pain and I've been on pills that make me sleep all day. I might never post consistently because I have alot to do I have a dog to take care of and I have several things wrong with my body. I'm not looking for sympathy I'm just letting you know

Part three

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #stranger things #stranger things smut #smut

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