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sunshineseung · 3 years

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Little Secret Part 4 // Changbin

🍄 | genre: smut mini-series ☁️ | pairing: Seo Changbin x female!reader 🌿 | wc: 4.3k 🌸 | includes: Jisung x [man] just a little, yearning, teasing, making outtt, unprotected sex, hair pulling, slight size kink, slight possessiveness, no aftercare (yet)

“I’m going out!” Jisung slung his bag behind his back, heading towards the front door. You, sitting on the couch with your head in your phone, give him a quick mhm before he went on his way. You didn’t know where he was going, and frankly, you didn’t care. Jisung out of the house gave you the chance to invite Changbin over, assuming they weren’t hanging out.

You haven’t seen Changbin in two days, but the two of you have been texting nonstop, mostly at night when you were both tired and horny. Changbin hasn’t seen Jisung since he almost caught you, but they’ve been texting with Chan in their group chat. Unfortunately, that’s about it. Jisung was making his space away from Changbin.

Hey, wanna come over? My brother left

You wait a minute. Then a minute turns into 30, and 30 turns into 60. You start to regret sending the text considering he isn’t replying. You’ve given up hope before you hear your phone ring: It’s a call from Changbin.

“Hey!” You answer way too eagerly, probably freaking him out. “What’s up, Binnie?”

As much as he loves when you call him Binnie, now was not the time for his heart to flutter.

“Y/n, can I still come over?” You had no clue why he had to call you for that, but regardless, you obviously said yes. “We need to talk, for real this time.”

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Jisung couldn’t look at you. He was repulsed by our actions to the point where he would cringe whenever he heard your voice, because he knew your mouth belonged to his best friend. He didn’t want to think about it, and he needed to get his mind off of it. Since he clearly couldn’t hang out with Changbin, he called his next best friend, Chan.

“Hey, Chan!” Jisung sounded happy though the phone, although he’d just been pounding his fists into his steering wheel out of anger moments ago. “Can we hang out in the studio? I need to let off some steam.”

It was about a month ago at a stupid house party. Chan was DJing while Jisung and Changbin were off partying, and he was doing a damn good job if he had to say so himself. Of course, just like every party, when the noise died down and people started to leave, Chan was dragged into a random drinking circle with several strangers, but most importantly, his best friend Jisung, although Chan would never call him that infront of him, because he knew Jisung and Changbin were closer than Chan and Jisung could ever be. Chan let the music run a random playlist of his while he sat, casually drinking and chatting before the game started.

Never Have I Ever: Ten fingers up, and if you’ve done it, put a finger down. Go around in a circle until someone, probably the most innocent out of the group, has won. It always goes wrong for Chan, though.

“Never have I ever…” a random girl looked around the circle, pausing to ponder what she’s never done, “had a crush on someone of the same sex.”

Most of the girls put a finger down, and the guys awkwardly looked back and forth until Chan slipped his pinky finger down. He couldn’t tell a lie, but he didn’t want to admit that he had conflicting feelings for other men, let alone his best friend.

The circle went quiet as they stared at Chan, eyes unmoving. In Chan’s head, it felt like the world was imploding around him and at any moment he could combust, but the game simply went on. No questions were asked, and they moved on. When it got around to Jisung, his galaxy brain sparked and he knew a way to get all the girls out with one hit.

“Never have I ever fucked a man.” A simple command, and all but one of the girls put down one of their fingers. Jisung didn’t know it, but he lit a fuse that led directly to Chan, and if he wasn’t careful, Chan was going to be set off.

Chan didn’t put a finger down for that, and he didn’t have to, but the idea of Chan being the man that got to make Jisung put his finger down was bubbling in his brain. It had been for months, but now that he heard the words come out of Jisung’s mouth, it felt real. It felt right there. At an arm’s reach, Chan could propose the idea to Jisung and end this party with a bang (quite literally.) Ever polite, Chan stayed quiet, remaining in his spot, letting the night go on without a hitch.

There was no way Jisung could know.

Being invited to the studio to be with Jisung was nothing new. They’d worked on tracks alone before, but Chan always had to leave early, his thoughts getting the best of him as he ran to his car to jerk off in an empty parking lot before driving home to go through the motions again. There was no chance of Chan getting together with Jisung.

“Sure! I’ll be down in a few.” Chan sighed, going to collect his things and head to the studio.

“It won’t be long! I just need to talk for a minute.”

Talk? Talk about what? Music? Friendship? Did another girl break his heart? Was he still going on about Changbin and his sister?

Chan had no idea. He just wanted to hear Jisung’s voice.

At the studio, Jisung got there before Chan. He sat patiently, hands folded in his lap, going over what he wanted to say. He had practiced his speech for Chan in his head, in the mirror, in his car, and even in his phone notes, but nothing could prepare him for actually facing Chan.

As if on cue, Chan walked in right as Jisung finished his mental monologue. A quick wave sufficed as a greeting, but before Chan could take his laptop out, Jisung told Chan to sit down and listen.

“This is going to sound crazy, but hear me out.” Jisung always sounded crazy, but Chan just nodded. “If you’re all caught up, you should know that Changbin is fucking my sister.” Again, a gentle nod. “Obviously, I don’t fucking like that, so I want to get back at him!”

“And what?” Chan laughs, rolling his eyes at the younger. “Fuck his sister?”

“No way! She’s way too out of my league.” He was only partially true. “I’m going to fuck the one person he cares about more than his family.”

“So, you’re gonna fuck yourself?” Chan was genuinely confused. He had no clue where Jisung was going with this insane plan, but as his brain slowly put the pieces together, his eyes got more wide. Jisung noticed his flushed expression and began to shake, scared of what was going on in Chan’s head.

“Chan, if it’s okay with yo-”

“Yes.” Chan placed both of his hands on Jisung’s knees, leaning forward to get closer to Jisung’s face. His features looked so detailed and pretty. They’ve never been this close before. Chan’s heart was beating out of his chest while Jisung’s heart was racing for another reason. Neither of them knew what to do.

“You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” Jisung’s voice wavered as he asked the question. His eyes were glowing with the realization that Chan had some sort of sexual or romantic feeling for him. Chan cupped Jisung’s cheek, petting him before nodding in approval.

“What made you think of this plan?” Chan’s eyes left Jisung’s and wondered to his lips, cute and plump. Jisung had a slight pout, and it made Chan just that much harder.

“I…” Jisung trailed off, looking to a corner of the quiet studio. “I didn’t think much about it before, but to get back at Changbin, I want to fuck someone close to him, and you’re the only person I could think of.”

“I didn’t know you liked guys.” Chan admitted, leaning even closer and making Jisung sweat. He could feel Chan’s breath on his face, and just his presence was intoxicating.

“I didn’t know either,” Jisung paused, “but the more I thought about you…”

“You don’t have to explain yourself.” Chan’s hands crept up Jisung’s thighs, sliding up to his hips and pulling Jisung onto his lap. “Just let me make you feel good, baby boy.”

Whenever Jisung would describe his sex life, he was always on top: railing women and never looking back. He always depicted himself as being in control, but right now Jisung had no control. He was at the will of Christopher Bang, and Chan knew all too well what he wanted to do to the poor boy.

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Changbin yawned as he rounded the corner, heading towards the 3Racha studio where he assumed he would be alone. As he approached, he noticed the blinds on the door were down although they always left them up. That’s weird, he thought, taking hold of the door knob before being stopped by the lock.

There was a commotion inside. It sounded like scrambling, things hitting the ground and other things being swept up. He thought it was just Jisung throwing a tantrum and wrecking the place, which would be a little funny, but a minute passed before the door swung open, revealing a disheveled Chan welcoming him in and a lazed Jisung, sprawled out on the couch, equally disheveled and a little sleepy.

“What-” Changbin looked around the room. The desk with the expensive equipment was safe, but one of the swivel chairs was pushed over and the pillows from the couch were on the floor.

“Hey, Bin! We were just working on something!” Chan was glowing, a smile wide across his face. Looking at the black computer screen, Changbin inhaled the scent of the room.

“It smells like balls in here, what the fuck were you two doing?” Changbin takes a step in, not taking off his bag, because honestly, he wanted to leave.

“Working.” Jisung’s voice was hoarse, and he quickly coughed to reverse the effects of having a cock down his throat minutes before. “We were making a new track.”

“Oh, really?” Changbin rolls his eyes and looks at his phone. He hadn’t noticed before, but you texted him.

“What is it? A text from my sister?” Jisung began sulking, all the memories of the past couple days returning to his fuzzy post-sex brain.

Changbin stopped. He had never fully admitted his involvement with you to Jisung, and considering he totally just got railed by the only other person Changbin trusted, he thought this was the time.

“Yeah, actually.” Changbin smirked, raising his brows and Jisung. Chan’s jaw dropped as if he didn’t know what was going on. Jisung’s face went red with anger, and before he could stand up and yell up a storm, Changbin turned around to head out. “She said her brother isn’t home. I should go take advantage of that, right Jisung?”

“You fucker-”

“Oh, and your sister gives great head. Maybe it runs in the family.” Changbin shoots a look at Chan before slamming the door shut behind him and heading back to his car.

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You sat in the living room, waiting to hear Changbin knocking at your front door. You were terrified that he was going to try to break your relationship like last time, but it seems like he was content judging from texts. Maybe he just wanted to talk, or maybe he wanted to break your heart. No matter what, you wanted him here.

Three knocks at the door startled you out of your daze. You welcomed Changbin inside and you sat on your couch with him. This was the first time Changbin was sitting with you instead of Jisung, and it felt strange and familiar at the same time. Changbin’s heart was racing, and you felt the awkward tension as Changbin looked around, refusing to look at you.

You placed your hand on his thigh, bringing his attention to you. “You said you wanted to talk?”

“Yeah.” Changbin gulped, unsure of how to bring this up. “So, I told Jisung a few things, and he fully knows that we’ve been…”

“Oh?” You blush, afraid of what your brother was going to say to you and if he’d ever be able to look you in the eyes again. “Was he okay?”

“I didn’t give him much time to respond, but it looked like he was pretty pissed.” Changbin chuckles, and you do the same. A silence fell over the room as Changbin prepared what he was going to say next. He didn’t want to out his brother to his sister, especially if it was all a misunderstanding and Changbin just walked into the studio when it coincidentally smelled like balls. He just folded his hands and leaned back into the couch, resting the back of his head on the back. “What are we?”

His question hit you like a brick wall, because you didn’t have an answer. You’ve been an ace in all your classes and yet you couldn’t answer this simple question. You bit your bottom lip in concentration, replaying every conversation and moment you two had shared since the night Changbin so rudely barged in on your wanking session.

“Do you want to be anything more than fuck buddies?” Changbin reenters the silence with another headsplitting question. You’ve always wanted to be the girlfriend of Seo Changbin, but now you are clamming up. Did you want to be his girlfriend, or was it all fantasy?

“I want to be with you, Changbin.” Your eyes met each other’s for the first time, and it felt heavy, as if the air got thicker just by meeting the other’s gaze. “I don’t know if that means I want to be your girlfriend, but I just know I want to be with you.”

“Alright.” Changbin nodded, leaning closer to you. “Let’s forget labels for now.” He catches your lips in a kiss, holding your chin in one hand while your arms wrap around his neck, pulling your body towards his. He pulls away, breathless and calm. “I want to be with you, too.”

The next kiss is sweet enough to give you a cavity. It’s warm and inviting. No tongue, just lips on lips, appreciating the taste of the other.

Regardless of what your brother thought, you were content in staying with Changbin. No amount of family disapproval or shunning could stop you from being with Changbin. It was as if your world had begun to revolve around Changbin. He took real estate in your mind every day and night, consistently keeping you awake for hours on end from your heart beating too fast at the thought of seeing him again.

Changbin didn’t notice, but he had grown feelings for you. Before the first time you were together, you were nothing but a hot girl he thought about when he jerked off, but it quickly became more than that. He was infatuated with your existence. If you thought about him 24/7, he thought about you 25/8. He’s been with many girls before, but never one like you. No one made him feel like his world could fall apart at the removal of their presence like you. You were precious to Changbin, and he wanted to make you his and his alone.

You were sitting in his lap, legs spread around his hips and you grinded into each other, feeling each other up like it was the last time you were going to be together. His hands cupped your breasts, kneading you through your shirt and bra, while your hands rested on his thick arms, holding on like you were about to drown. Everything felt rushed while simultaneously being drawn out. You were both so desperate for the other that you didn’t even care about the clothes in your way.

No matter how much stamina Changbin had regularly, whenever he was with you, it always felt like he could pop at any moment and make a fool of himself. He loved your body so much, it was absurd. When your hands circled his nipples and gently pulled at the nubs, he felt his cock twitch in his pants.

“I need to be inside you right now, princess.” You loved when he called you that, and even more, you loved when he showed how needy he was for you. He stood up with you, kissing your face all over before meeting your lips in a deep kiss. You felt so overwhelmingly heated, and when Changbin’s bulge brushed against you, you couldn’t help but let out a choked moan into the kiss.

He pulls away and pulls your shirt over your head, throwing it somewhere behind him to bring attention to your chest. He’s quick to remove your bra and properly worship your tits like he’s been wanting to do. He kisses down from your lips to your chest, attaching his lips around one of your nipples, but not before leaving a bright red hickey to form on your neck. His tongue flicked against your sensitive nub while his free hand gently twisted your other. Your legs were getting weaker by the second, and you couldn’t help but have moans escape your lips. His hand that wasn’t playing with your tits snaked around your body, holding up you by the waist. Unfortunately, he didn’t want to be bent down forever.

He stood up, slightly towering over you. His hands snapped to your hips and pulled your pants down, exposing your pretty lace panties. Changbin licked his lips at the sight, taking it all in for a moment. You felt his eyes gracing over your body, and you shivered from the intense look in his eyes. You were already dripping wet from his touches, and Changbin could sense that you were as needy as he was.

“Let’s go up to your room, baby.” Changbin took your hand and turned around, heading towards the stairwell. “We don’t want your brother coming home and finding us here.”

You headed up to your room, not bothering to pick up your clothes from downstairs. It wasn’t until you were in your room, laid back under Changbin that you realized he was still entirely dressed while you were only in your underwear.

“Changbinnie,” he lifted his head from your neck, arching an eyebrow at you, “let me see your body. I want to see you.”

“Anything for my girl.”

My girl. Wow, you were his girl. His girl, all for him to use like a little cumrag. You were so high strung, and it felt like the only two people in the world were you and Changbin. He leans up, taking off his shirt and pulling down his pants, letting you see the impressive bulge in his boxers. You could practically feel his cock inside you just from seeing the outline. The whine you release is pathetic, and it makes Changbin laugh at your desperate state, but it also made him want you more.

He pressed his bulge against your cunt, dry humping you and feeling your wetness transfer to his boxers. You looked so hot while squirming under him. “Beg for it, baby. What do you want me to do?”

“Ch-Changbin,” you slurred your words, already going dumb from a few teasing touches. You felt so small under him. Not physically small, but mentally small. He could form a full sentence and you could hardly think straight. “Please fuck me, please~”

He pulled your panties down your legs, tossing them to the floor. His cock popped out of his boxers as he pulled them down, finally being free. He pressed his tip against your clit, circling it and feeling your hips jolt.

“More, Y/n. Beg more.” Changbin’s brain was starting to get fuzzy too. His tip was so angry and red. You whined at the friction of the tip of his cock going through your folds. You wanted him inside you so bad, but you couldn’t articulate any of your very few thoughts. All you could do was whine.

“P-please.” Your breathing was heavy. Without another word, you lifted your hips into his cock, hoping he understands your message, which he fully does, and as much as he wants to fuck you brainless, he also wants to hear you.

“Cmon, doll. You got this.” He holds your hips down and thrusts his cock through your folds without ever entering you. “Beg for my cock.”

You practically scream, “please fuck me, Changbin! I need your cock! I want to cum so bad for you, please.” You lose yourself at the end, unable to think any sort of coherent thought. Luckily, you didn’t need to speak anymore. Changbin was satisfied.

He lined up with your entrance and pushed in, going about half way before stopping and making sure you were okay. The stretch was painful again, but it felt so good. You loved being filled by his cock, especially since it dragged across your walls so perfectly. When he finally bottoms out, he waits for you to slightly return to your senses. Your breathing begins to even as you grow comfortable with Changbin inside you.

“Ready for me to move?” Your nodding is frantic, and your eagerness only eggs him on. He nearly pulls entirely out of you before pushing back in with one strong thrust, feeling somehow deeper than he was before. It felt like a new feeling. It felt different. He felt closer, warmer, better, but you couldn’t figure out why.

No condom. Changbin knew he didn’t put protection on, and he didn’t want to. He wanted to feel you around him. His stamina was good enough to make you cum plenty before he needed to pull out. He loved the way you felt with the condom on, and without, you felt a thousand times better. Fuck, maybe he wasn’t going to last as long as he thought.

His thrusts sped up, and he held himself closer inside you, hardly pulling out before plunging back in. The sound of skin slapping filled the room as Changbin leaned down to kiss you. Your tongues swirled together, and he ate up all your pretty moans of his name.

Your tight cunt hugged his shaft so well, and the way his tip prodded at your g-spot made your head spin. His lips on yours kept you grounded, you passionately kissing back regardless of your breathlessness. His hands cup your tits, playing with your nipples with his thumb and forefinger. Even though you hadn’t been together too long, he knew just how to make your body feel best. He was an expert at everything he did, and fucking you was no exception.

“Bin, ‘m close.” You spoke against his lips, him humming in response. His thrusts were rough, drilling you into the mattress. His groans sounded so hot, you never wanted them to end. He was right next to your ear, praising you and telling you how tight you were.

“Ah, turn over, princess.” Changbin pulled out and patted your thigh, promoting you to push your face into your pillows and put your ass up. The view was beautiful, but now was no time to admire your body. Changbin needed to be inside you again.

His abrupt re-entrance made you moan loudly while his cock stretched you again. His thrusts were even faster and deeper than before, and your orgasm soon returned to the edge. The bed was creaking loudly, and the headboard pounded into the wall.

In a flash, your head was pulled up by your hair. Changbin had your hair around his fist, pulling you violently out of the pillows and onto your hands. Your mouth hung open as he continued to violate your hole, brushing past your sensitive walls and pounding into your g-spot with every trust. His groans got louder and his pace began to fray.

“Cum on my cock, Y/n.” His voice was hoarse and demanding, as if he was about to bust inside you at any moment. “Let Binnie feel you cum, sweetheart.”

“Ah~ Bin!” You felt the knot in your stomach tighten, threatening to snap. Your mind was so foggy, and all you could think of was Changbin’s amazing cock and the way he was railing you so well. “Changbin, so good…”

“Yeah, baby?” He pursues you, egging you on to say more. “What’s good?”

“Your cock! Your cock is- ah!” You’re screaming at this point, begging that your orgasm washes over your fucked out body soon. Changbin pushes you back down into your pillow, muffling your moans until you can turn your head and breath again.

You bite down on your lip hard enough to bleed before your mouth goes agape, slurring every curse word you could think of as your orgasm hit you like a metal bat. Your cunt began convulsing, making it harder and harder for Changbin to keep from cumming inside your hot pussy. He looked down at where you two were connected and saw the abundance of your creamy release coat his cock thicker than before. Your hands squeezed the sheets as you began to become overstimulated, your body becoming sore fast.

“Changbin, it-” You’re still breathing heavily, thoughts slowly coming back to you. “It hurts.”

“Ah, princess,” Changbin pulls out, stroking himself intensely before cumming on your ass and your back. “Fuck, you felt too good.”

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Jisung leads Chan into your house, holding his hand just to guide him upstairs. Before he can even put a foot on the bottom step, he sees your bra on the floor. He isn’t entirely sure that it’s yours, but he knows it can’t be anyone else’s. Chan’s ears perk up at the lewd sounds coming from upstairs, and Jisung soon notices too.

“We could go to my place-”

“No!” Jisung interrupts Chan just loud enough for it to be jarring. “They won’t mind a little more noise.”

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jason-the-mommas-boy · 4 years

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Ignore (Jason Voorhees x Reader)

Prompt / Summary - Jason’s a dog. That’s it. Your boyfriend is a dog. / Prompt from the 2020 February prompt list made by @ / hiddendreamer67 (yes ill be doing all of them eventually!!)

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: I just wanted to write fluff and get this done before I worked on anymore requests. now i sleep

Jason doesn’t like being ignored.

He can only assume the reason why is because he rarely accepted those into his life...and maybe it was because he was constantly ignored and bullied as a kid by his peers. It always put him in a bad mood, but honestly, anything that reminded him of his childhood made him upset. Besides his mommy, of course.

What makes him upset this afternoon is that he knows you, his sweet sweet s/o, wasn’t ignoring him. You were just busy with your life, your actual outside life. The life outside of these woods. You couldn’t be around all the time, like how he couldn’t be home at the cabin all the time. You and him had responsibilities.

He knows this.

Jason just misses you so much. All he really wants is to have you here, in his arms, and listen to you talk for hours. He wants you by his side, feeding his attention-starved heart. Oh, and obviously, give you the attention you desire as well. He loves you and would do just about anything you asked of him. Sometimes you didn’t need to ask, just saying that you would like this certain thing would get him going on a hunt for it, whether from a camper or from his piles of stuff he’s taken from his victims. Surely, he has it somewhere.

It’s been a week and it feels like it’s been years. A week without you. Without your voice, soft touch, praises, and hugs!! That’s so hard for him to deal with and he has to deal with it anyways. Yes, he has been sulking every single day for seven days. In between the consistent checks for intruders, he’d just go back to sitting on the couch, longingly looking at the fireplace, wondering if he were to start a fire, would he feel better? You liked the fireplace and only lit it up for you, maybe it would fill your missing presence? He decided against it in the end, figuring it would be a waste of wood. Mind over matter. He can wait.

Oh, but he misses you!!! Your warmth!! Your beating heart when he would cuddle up with you! How small your hands were compared to his! No, actually, how small you were in general compared to him. You were so cute? He was sure if he had a beating heart, you would be able to hear it from across the lake.

Gosh, he’s embarrassed of himself, how did he ever get anything done before you came along and stumbled into his life? Actually, how has he gotten anything done this week? A mystery that he can’t even solve.

So, here he was. Pouting and sulking on his bed like a dog waiting for their owner to come back home. It’s colder without you here, he notices, and he sighs. Were you going to come back at all? You’ve never been gone for this long before. Maybe he was just getting clingy...maybe. Can you blame him though? The only other person in his life to show him love and show that they cared was his mommy, but she isn’t here anymore.

Ringring--ring--ringring--ringring-ring.

He perks up. The bells along the roof of his underground path were chiming in unison to signify someone was walking about above. But they had gone off in a particular pattern, your pattern! It was agreed that you should start to use his contraptions around the camp to signify that you were on your way, but use a certain pattern so he knew it was you and he wouldn’t have to be stalking around with a machete in hand.

Jason stands up, only crouching slightly to not hit his head against the roof, and hurried quickly out of his tunnels. Peaking out of the main entrance from the little trapdoor in his house for just a moment, he pushes himself up and out of the hole in the floor before shutting it off. He notices the stars glistening against the dark night through the windows.

Okay, okay, he was going to need to start a fire in the fireplace. You were probably freezing and were going to need to be kept warm for your entire stay. He wasn’t going to have it any other way, of course. Basically throwing logs into the fireplace, he starts up a fire and making sure there was enough wood to last for a little bit. The sudden warmth burning on his decaying skin only reminds him of you! Oh, he was so excited to see your cute little face again.

After he was happy with the fire roaring to life, he took his spot on the couch, patiently waiting. He waited all this time, he can wait a few more minutes for your arrival.

He stares back down at the fire, watching the way the flames danced with one another.

He can wait.

He huffs, growing impatient.

Just as he was about to poke at the fire with a stick to cease his boredom, he hears a knock on the front door.

He practically raced to the door with long strides in his walk, waiting just one moment longer before opening up the door to reveal you!! You in all of your cute glory!!

Before he could wave you a little hello as his usual greeting, you jumped up to wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him. Oh, you missed him a lot this week, but you were just so busy. By the time you had gotten home each night, you were just so exhausted that you couldn’t bring yourself to drive to the camp and walk your way around the traps littered about.

Jason, obviously, welcomed your hug with welcome arms! Happily hugging you back, making sure to not squeeze you too hard but just enough to let you know that was just as happy to see you.

“Oh, Jason. I’m sorry I was gone for so long!” Though your voice was mostly muffled against his chest, he understood every word. He pats your back, you didn’t need to explain anything to him. You were here now. “I missed you so much! To make up for my absence, I got you something!”

You let the hug last a few more seconds before pulling away, not allowing Jason to stand there in confusion. You presented to him a somewhat big teddy bear for him to take, gesturing it towards him.

“And...y’know, you’re always getting stuff for me so I thought what if I got you something too!”

Oh no. Jason felt like his chest was going to implode. This was so adorable and thoughtful? He can’t help himself and you’re brought into another hug, lifting you up off the ground and squishing the teddy bear between the both of you. He loves you so much, did you know that? Of course you did, he showed it in every single way he could.

He puts you back down gently after a second and tenderly grabs the teddy bear from your grasp, taking a closer look at it. Nothing special, a cuddle buddy that was just about the size of his torso. Oh my god, he loves it.

“I noticed that you keep a really old teddy bear on your bed and, don’t take this in the wrong way! I just thought maybe you would like a new one? They could be friends!” You explain, stifling your giggles in between your words as you spoke. The way your boyfriend was absolutely fawning over the stuffie was just so cute.

There’s just something so absolutely adorable seeing this giant of a man, this incredible monster that could crack someone’s head with his bare hands, gush over a teddy bear that had no chance in winning the height contest.

Jason takes a mental note to get you something just as wonderful by the next time you visit. It didn’t even occur to him to get you anything before this, all he seriously wanted was you by his side and now he got this? There was no way he was going to lose this gifting battle!

With the teddy bear in one hand, he uses the other to tilt your head up and he squats down just a little to give a mock kiss to your forehead. The hockey mask was the only thing stopping it from being a real kiss. You don’t mind though, you are more than happy to respect his wishes and privacy. Well, until you wanted some actual kisses.

You nuzzle up against his mask in response and step back and close the door behind you. You gently grab his hand, intertwining his fingers with yours and lead him to the couch. You’re thankful for the warm fire that sat so close to the comfortable resting place.

You smile, sitting down on a cushion and, just before Jason could take his spot next to you, you stop him. “Can you get us a blanket to share, please?”

He nods, running a thumb over your knuckles before letting your hand go, placing the lil teddy bear beside you, and heads off to another room in the cabin, the loud thump thump of his boots following him.

Just as quick as he left, he was back in mere seconds with a throw blanket, happily placing it over you before he finally(!!) sat down next to you. Per usual, you initiated any contact, moving yourself to sit in his lap so the blanket covered the both of you better.

“Thank you~!” You purred, wrapping your arms around his torso in an attempt for a hug.

Jason smiled down at you, being careful when he hugs you back (to make sure to not break any bones!!) and patting your head in response. Anything for you!

Hugs with your boyfriend were always the best. They were just so soothing and comforting, and even if the gentle giant didn’t produce any body heat, they were warm in their own special way. It was the best way for the both of you to bond without needing to communicate anything. Jason was a touch-starved baby, but he was your touch-starved baby and would do absolutely anything to get positive attention from you.

You smile, sitting up in his lap and moving your hands to rest on his shoulders. “I missed my sweet, handsome man so much...did you miss lil ‘ole me?”

Jason nods, of course he missed you! You were all he could think about the moment you left! He doesn’t know how to properly state this, a little frustrated that he could not speak about his feelings. Instead, to better express his emotions, he places his hand over where his heart is and moves his hand to the same spot on your chest.

The gesture still didn’t hide the fact that he was a flustered mess, any praise or compliment from you would leave him feeling embarrassed.

“Awe...I love you too, sweetie.” You place your hands over his, gently squeezing it and idly playing with his sleeves.

How many times was he going to find himself thinking you’re the cutest thing his eyes have ever laid on this evening? Too many times, though he won’t complain.

You bite your lip, tilting your head up at your boyfriend. “Take the mask off? Juuuust a little? For me?”

Jason stiffens at the question. Oh, he loves you so so so much, he would do practically anything for you without question. But showing his disfigured face? Absolutely not-

“How am I supposed to give the man I love the kisses and attention he deserves?” You push yourself up to be closer to his face, planting a few soft smooches on the mask to help coax his growing anxiety. “Please? We can start off slow, you don’t even have to take it off completely if you prefer! Just enough for me to kiss you!”

He hesitates, unsure of how to answer. He doesn’t want to disappoint you!! That’s the last thing he wants to do, but...As long as he doesn’t have to show his entire face tonight, he guesses it’s okay.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” You smile, patting his shoulder to reassure him. You didn’t want to pressure him at all! If anything, you want to raise his self-esteem! Who cares if he has an ‘ugly’ face when he has a heart of gold?

The masked killer only shakes his head in response, giving a light pat to your head. He pushes the hockey mask up a little bit, enough to show his lips, but not far enough to fall off his head or show anything else. It obscured his view a little bit, but that was okay as long as it his flustered face was still hidden.

Oh gosh, he was really nervous. Completely prepared (but not really) for a disgusted reaction and for you to leave. He just got you back and didn’t want you gone so soon! He was scared beyond belief of the idea that you wouldn’t like the small part you saw and consider your relationship with him over.

He knows you’re not that vain but the paranoia is eating at him.

This complete dorkus. Absolute cutie-pie. Always worrying over nothing. From what you can see, he looks just fine. Sure, decaying skin isn’t optimal but who cares!

Jason really couldn’t see you, not really sure to what you were up to as he felt you move around in his lap. He jumps at a new sensation he never had the benefit of feeling before, your lips on his!

The kiss only lasted maybe for a second or so before you pull away, laughing softly at your dazed boyfriend. “Was that so bad, handsome?” Another kiss, on the corner of his lips this time.

He smiles, tilting his head slightly. The feeling was very nice, he couldn’t deny that. It made his chest feel all fuzzy, erasing the anxieties he was having with himself before. Would this be a regular occurance if he didn’t wear his mask all the time?

Testing the new waters, he leans down and mimics what you did, pressing his lips against your own. He tenses up when you kiss him back! This was a totally new thing for him, the kisses he got from his mommy back then were only on the forehead.

You break the kiss, smiling at how flustered and dazzled the gentle giant was acting. You were a little frazzled yourself. “I’m glad you like it.” You coo, “Thank you for that.”

He nods, more than happy to have pleased you! With a smile, he scoops you up in his arms and keeps you close, close enough for you to keep smothering his lower face with kisses and attention. It’s what he deserves after all!

If it was up to him, he’d stay like this for the rest of his life, holding you close so he can hear your heartbeat and take in all of the attention you were giving him like a puppy.

If it was up to you, you would show every last inch of him how much you love him. That could wait for another day, though.

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