#i swear i had other asks about the tinies kissing or having second-hand embarrassment but i can't find them and i don't remember answering

[originalartblog]

are the tinies more comfy w being affectionate w each other (than their normal sized selves) or do they just simply not notice when they're cuddling?

a bit of both? the first time on the couch just kind of happened because they were tiny and tired I still need to finish the continuation/conclusion of that but there is like. negative chances of them not being aware they're cuddling in the same bed when one of them is not even where he's supposed to be.

I've already said I don't really care whether skk get romantic or not, but here we are all about the longing for each other's presence. The tinies feel the same things but more, so like everything else the denial is harder to deal with. Because of that, they skipped a few steps and now they do all of their usual stuff but also they cuddle.

Meanwhile the big guys are stuck in their 14+ layers of denial and pride, so the tinies doing their thing in front of them is both chipping at those layers and so embarrassing, I don't think they see how the other one is acting as much as their own little guy is betraying them will you stop that what will they think???

#the tinies finally get out of bed and they're back to antagonizing each other as if that didn't happen #and then do it again #i swear i had other asks about the tinies kissing or having second-hand embarrassment but i can't find them and i don't remember answering #anyways the tinies don't kiss but they do cuddle and they do wonder what the big guys' problem is for not doing the same #tiny skk adventures #skk #not art #ask answered #my askbox is exploding again but this time i have already given up and send you love and the knowledge i read all of them thank you <3

[star-girl69]

Apocalypse

Clarisse La Rue x Fem!Demigod!Reader

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synopsis: a day of capture the flag, and clarisse finds out you’re ashamed of your scars.

a/n: love love love love love also from this ask

Apocalypse - Cigarettes After Sex

warnings: shitty ending but IDC!!!!!!!, hurt/comfort, more hurt/comfort, god i need to be put down, insecure y/n, scars and all that stuff, possessive clarisse, protective clarisse, soft clarisse, probs ooc clarisse, yeah, swearing, mentions of food, mac n’ cheese is y/n’s fav but you can just pretend if you’re a weirdo and don’t like mac n’ cheese, tell me if i missed anything!!

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“I don’t get it,” he laughs. “How can you be a daughter of Aphrodite and still have those ugly scars all over you?”

You pretend like you don’t hear him, leaning your head back against the tree, staring up at the blue sky through the gaps.

Him and his two friends have been teasing you the entire 20 minutes you’ve been tied up to this tree, captured by the blue team.

That was horribly embarrassing, but you were doing your best to ignore it- instead doing your best to pray to whatever God would listen that Clarisse would win for the red team.

It’s just plain stupid. He’s been saying the same thing over and over again for 20 minutes- can he at least come up with something original?

Besides, you don’t see where he gets off from this. It’s not like you give any reaction, or even look at him. The most you give him is the occasional squeeze of your hands- imagining his neck under them.

“Maybe she’s forsaken you,” he hums, kicking at your limp leg.

You finally look up at him. You’re sitting on the ground, arms at your sides, back pressed to the tree and rope digging tightly into your chest.

“Maybe your mother gave up on you after the second scar,” he says, staring straight into your eyes. “And then you’ve just gotten uglier and uglier ever since.”

You have scars all over your body. Clarisse has them too, and she shows them off proudly, a dramatic story for each one. You have a horrible memory, so you don’t remember all of them- but the tiny one on your jawline is from you accidentally tripping with scissors in your hand as a kid.

Clarisse had laughed hysterically when you told her about that one, pulling you closer when you pouted, saying something about how she was going to carry all scissors for you in the future.

The one on your collarbone is from sparring gone awry. Clarisse likes to kiss that one- it’s silvery smooth, she says some bullshit about how it feels like your lips.

The big one on your arm is from some clawed monster getting a bit too close to you- slashing at your arm and leaving a permanent tattoo of your failure to kill the monster. Or at least successfully run away.

Then, there’s all the tiny ones you can’t remember.

The boy, you seriously don’t even know his name, looks at you. There’s fire in his eyes, he wants a fight, but you won’t give him one. Especially not when your stomach squeezes inside of you in a way that makes you feel like you might throw up.

The conch mercifully blows, even as you feel sick- you don’t want to let his words effect you. But you just can’t help it.

He gives you an odd look, like he’s contemplating just leaving you out there- but eventually releases you. You stand up, dusting yourself off, grabbing your sword from where it was discarded on the ground.

“Good game!” you say, smiling brightly, but you can’t even pretend to be nice to him, so it tapers off into a laugh. He glares at you, but you’re already jogging through the woods, eager to see Clarisse again.

—-

The blue flag waves proudly above a sea of orange camp t-shirts and red helmets, so you smile widely and skip down to the beach. Your team has formed this huge pit of people, everyone congratulating each other, shouting and celebrating. You stick your sword in the sand as you head into it- one person on your mind.

“Clarisse!” you shout, heading straight towards the middle. “Clarisse!”

She actually rips apart two people hugging to meet you.

“Baby!” she says, even when the two people give her dirty looks, pushing past them and into your arms. “We won!” she giggles, kissing your cheek.

“I know,” you smile, digging your face into her neck. She holds you there for just a moment, hand on the back of your head, relishing in the feeling of her girlfriend running to her after a long day.

“Are you tired?” she fusses, squeezing your waist. “What happened? Did you get hurt? I knew I should have made you stay with me-”

“No, Clar,” you laugh, taking your face out of the hiding spot that is her neck and pressing your noses together. “I got captured,” you sigh.

Her fingers wind through your hair.

She scans the crowd, like she might just beat up any random member of the blue team.

“If they don’t learn to not fucking touch you I am going to make them learn.”

“Guard dog,” you tease her.

“And?” she says, leaning down to kiss the scar she loves kissing, right at the beginning of your collarbone. It makes you freeze. “You love it,” she mumbles against your skin.

You can’t think of an answer.

When you stay silent, she looks up at you, confusion in her face.

“What? You look… sad. Did something happen? What aren’t you telling me?”

“N-nothing,” you breathe, because it’s just embarrassing to know you let his words get to you like this.

“You can tell me anything,” she says, searching your eyes.

“I know.”

The conch blows, making you jump at the sudden loud noise. “Lunch!” someone shouts, and Clarisse settles for just grabbing your hand, walking with you back to camp.

—-

You stop by your cabins first, taking off your armor and switching into clean camp shirts. You hesitate for a second, but eventually put on a thin long-sleeved shirt under the orange.

You take extra care in reapplying your makeup, making sure to cover the scar on your collarbone and your jaw, and once everything is as covered as it’s gonna get you set out.

Clarisse is waiting for you outside the Aphrodite cabin, smiling as you open the door, applying lipstick with one hand. She grabs your hand and helps you down the steps, admiring the way you’re so intensely focused on getting the perfect lip, even without a mirror.

It’s not like you have to try very hard, but still.

“I don’t mind waiting a second longer,” she says, bringing you closer by the waist as you tube the lipstick and stick it in your pocket.

“You’re a hungry demon after capture the flag.”

“Yeah,” she says, not really trying to deny it.

You smile and lean against her, pressing a short kiss to your lips.

“Oh, do I look pretty now?” she asks, rubbing in the lipstick that came off onto her lips.

“Always,” you smile.

Her eyes focus in on the green sleeves pulled up to your wrists.

“It’s, like, 100 degrees, baby. You’re gonna boil.”

You frown and shake your head. “No, it’s not that bad. I’m cold.”

She looks at you oddly, but seems to begrudgingly accept it, hand against your forehead as she brushes your hair back. You make it into the buffet style line for lunch, grabbing plates, Clarisse quickly piling hers with a cheeseburger and a hot dog, making you laugh.

“You’re so hungry, all the time,” you mutter when she gives you a dirty look.

“I work out all the time,” she glares. She flexes her arm. “All of this takes a lot of work.”

You stare at her muscles peeking out from just under her sleeves, biting your lip as you quickly look away. She smiles brightly.

“Uh huh, that’s what I thought. You love these muscles, don’t judge me.”

You make your way down the line, scanning the trays of food.

“Ooh,” Clarisse coos, “They have your fave, pretty thing.”

She scoops probably the biggest portion of mac n’ cheese you’ve ever seen in your life, slapping it onto your plate with a smile.

You gape at the now almost empty tray, remembering the still long line behind you. Hopefully there’s another one somewhere.

“Clarisse, we should save some for everyone else.”

She seems actually confused by that statement.

“Uh, yeah, no. My girl gets the best.”

“Clarisse-” but you’ve reached the end of the line and she heads off to a table. You follow her, begrudgingly, because you really do covet this mac n’ cheese like it’s ambrosia.

—-

By the time the night rolls around, you’ve retreated into the blankets of your bed, feeling much safer completely covered up. You’re supposed to be going to the bonfire- all of your siblings have come over and bugged you at least once about going, but you’ve refused them all.

Finally, all of your siblings leave in their pretty but revealing outfits- after today, you don’t think you could ever wear something like that again.

The door to your cabin creaks open.

“Y/N?”

You make a mumbled sound in the back of your throat that’s supposed to resemble “I’m here” but Clarisse is already walking over to you and pulling the blanket off of you.

“Silena told me you were staying back. Why?”

You pull the blanket back up over yourself.

“I’m jus’ tired.”

“Okay…” she says, sitting down on the bed. She puts her warm hand to your forehead. “Are you sick? Do you have a headache?”

“No, Clar, I’m fine.”

“I’m confused,” she huffs. “You love the bonfires. Something is obviously wrong, why won’t you tell me?”

“I’m just tired, Clarisse, that’s all.”

“Fine,” she says. “I can be tired too.”

She kicks off her shoes and climbs into bed with you, under the blankets, chest pressed against your back.

“I’m not good at this. You know that,” she sighs after a second. “And I wish I was. But I do know something’s wrong. And I really don’t know for the life of me what it is, but I really want to know. I really want to help you.”

She traces her fingertips up and down your arms, tracing over the silvery scar from the monster- and you involuntarily jerk away.

“Oh,” she says. She’s painfully observant. She notices everything. She notices you pulling away when she touches your scars. “Your scars.”

Tears well in your eyes before you can stop them.

“W-when I got captured, this boy kept teasing me. And I tried not to let it bother me, I tried not to give him a reaction… but I just- what if I’m not worthy of my mother anymore? It’s embarrassing. I know. But I…”

“Who the fuck said that to you?”

She sits up, eyes blazing, like she can just imagine it and whoever hurt you will suddenly feel her wrath.

You turn around so you’re facing her, laughing.

“I don’t even know his stupid name,” you mutter.

She looks down at you, at the tears spilling from your pretty eyes.

“I’ll kill him later,” she mumbles, settling back down and kissing the corner of your cheek. “He doesn’t know what he’s talking about, baby. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I’ve never met your mother, of course, so I can say that without getting us both struck down by doves, or something.”

You swat her chest.

“I’ll kill you with doves, watch me.”

She hums. “Probably. Okay, stop. You’re getting me off topic.”

You roll your eyes.

“I’m not good with my words,” she whispers. “But I hope I show you everyday that you are the only woman I have eyes for. This is, like, really embarrassing… but I’ve planned out our entire lives together. We’re gonna go to to college in Arizona by my mom, we’ll have an apartment off-campus, and after we graduate we’ll get married. I really wanna be married to you. And I don’t care if that’s cheesy, I just really want you to look at the ring I’ll give you and be able to feel all my love. Besides, if you ever want to get away from me, it’ll be a hell of a lot harder.”

“I would never wanna get away from you, Clar,” you smile. “It’s not embarrassing. I wanna go to college in Arizona. I wanna marry you.”

“Good, because you didn’t really have a choice,” she smiles.

“And you’re plenty good with your words.”

“Yeah… okay, I guess. But let me show you, too.”

“What does that even-”

She shuts you up by kissing your lips.

“I love your lips. I love how soft they are, and how they feel so perfect against me.”

She kisses your cheek.

“I like your cheeks for the same reasons.”

Your temple, your forehead, your nose.

“Same reasons,” she smiles.

Finally she ends up at your jawline. She rubs over the scar, taking concealer and foundation with the pad of her thumb.

“And I love this scar. It looks kind of like a C, so everyone knows you’re mine.”

“Freak,” you huff, and she doesn’t have to say it. You both know you love it.

She kisses your neck and talks about how she loves the way you get mad at her for leaving hickeys, the dedication you pour into covering them up before you eventually decide it’s too much effort and let them show.

She kisses the scar on your collarbone.

“I like putting my head here, right under your chin. I can feel your pulse. I can hear you swallow, too, which is weird but also soothing.”

She kisses from your shoulder and down to your arm, skimming past the scar. She kisses the back of your hand and your fingertips.

“I love it when you braid my hair, or just put your hands in my hair for… other reasons.”

“Freak,” you mumble again. “You’re just obsessed with kissing me.”

“True,” she hums, kissing back up to your scar. “I don’t have anything poetic to say about this one. It’s just fucking badass. I mean, you got it when you were 12- you survived what most have been something truly monstrous to leave a scar like this, and that’s all you get? Most of the kids here would have died. Even the ones our age. And you escaped when you were only 12.”

You smile like a lovesick fool. The apocalypse could be going on outside, and you would just be here with Clarisse.

“In conclusion, your beauty is actually life changing. I mean, have you seen me? I become a total softie, just for you. And it’s all because I like seeing that pretty smile on your gorgeous face. But you frown pretty, too, which I didn’t even know was possible- so I win either way.”

You smile and put your hand on her face, kissing her softly.

“Thank you, Clar. For always taking care of me, and reassuring me…”

“It’s quite literally my job,” she smiles. “I wouldn’t trust anyone else to do it.”

“You don’t even trust me, Little Miss Makes-My-Plate-For-Me.”

She laughs and presses her head under your chin, her hair tickling your skin, pressing a kiss to your scar.

“It’s my job,” she smiles. “As your girlfriend and future wife.”

“I love you, Clarisse,” you whisper, a secret just for the two of you. Nothing can have you here. No pain, no suffering.

“I love you too,” she says. “I love you so much, my beautiful, beautiful girl.”

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the kid who bullied you walking around with a big ass scar on his cheek the next day 😍😍😍😍😍 no….. no clarisse did not cut him with her spear….. ofc not….

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Kinktober 6

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

Kinktober Masterlist

A/N: Neteyam absolutely gets a kick out of sensory play. You can't tell me he doesn't. All characters are aged up.

Pairing: Olo'eyktan!Neteyam x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Warnings: Sensory Play, Blindfold, Finger Sucking

“Are you sure about this?” you ask securing the tie on the makeshift blindfold around your eyes.

“Of course I am. You trust me, right?” Neteyam all but whispers right next to your ear. You suppress the chill that runs through your body enough to nod your head.

For the last couple weeks, Neteyam has been helping you in training your combat skills. It’s been grueling work, but you couldn’t deny that the results were astonishing. You had improved by leaps and bounds since he started working with you.

The thing about working with Neteyam, he’s a very hands-on teacher. He’s not shy about when he needs to touch you to help adjust your form. And maybe you imagined it, but you would swear that from time to time, his hands would linger just a second longer than they maybe needed to. You tried to convince yourself that you were just reading too much into it and it doesn’t actually mean anything. But you were still full of nerves right now being hyper-aware of the touch of his calloused fingertips grazing your skin with your eyesight completely blocked. And his breath on your neck isn’t helping either.

“Relax, paskalin. Just remember what I taught you. Wait and listen.” He says finally backing off of you and leaving you to fine-tune your senses to all your surroundings.

Your ears twitch and flick listening to every little sound around you and your hands clench and relax at your sides waiting to feel any sudden, unnatural change in the air around your body. Waiting for any indication of another living thing coming your way.

With Neteyam being as skilled as he is, you almost miss it. He’s nearly silent in his every move. But since he’s the one training you, you know exactly what to listen for. You had just barely picked up on the sound of his footsteps as he approached you from the front. Your fingers twitch readying themselves to spring into action. A sudden warmth gets closer to your face and you immediately reach out your hand to block whatever it is, but your movement is halted by a much bigger hand grabbing your wrist.

“Not bad, narlor.” Neteyam’s voice rings through your ears while he threads his fingers through yours. Your body heats up feeling him step closer and closer to you. His other hand tilts your chin up so that he can lean his lips in closer to yours. It feels like the only thing you can hear anymore is the sound of your own heartbeat drumming in your ears.

You don’t need to see him to feel how close he is. The rise and fall of his chest is in perfect sync against yours, his breath fans your face, and his lips ghost over yours when he speaks.

“Would you think less of me if I took advantage of this opportunity?”

And now, you feel thankful for the blindfold because you couldn’t bear to look him in the eye while he asks you such a thing. You’re positive that the color staining your cheeks gives you away in case your coiled tail didn’t. The tiny shake you give would have been missed if he hadn’t been practically on top of you right now.

Warmth crashes onto your lips and wakes a fire in your body. Or maybe that’s Neteyam’s other hand that’s moved to hold you by the waist. He sighs into the kiss and by Eywa, did that make your knees feel like jelly. When he pulls you more into his body, you gasp giving him the perfect chance to sneak his tongue into your parted lips.

The squeak you let out is embarrassing to say the least, but it only serves to spur Neteam on even more to explore your mouth. Goosebumps explode over your skin in all the places he touches and your head is feeling dizzy with the taste of berries on his tongue. As quickly as it started, he breaks the kiss, but he doesn’t move away from you. His thumb runs over your lower lip that was now slick from his tongue. Your lips are still slightly parted trying to catch your breath, but Neteyam takes this chance to push his thumb past the barrier of your lips and into your mouth.

Without any instruction, you open your mouth for him tasting the salt on his skin. Normally, you would be much too shy to ever even dream of such things, but something about not being able to see his face has you feeling bold. Maybe it’s because you can’t see yourself so it’s less embarrassing when you start to lick and suck on his fingers. Your hands hold his wrist and you let your tongue explore around and between his fingers making him growl lowly watching you.

Neteyam doesn’t take his eyes off of you for a second. His eyelids are suddenly too heavy and his tewng is too tight. Finally reaching the limits of his patience, he grabs you by the waist and hoists you over his shoulder.

“Ah! Neteyam what are you doing?” you say feeling your entire world turn on its side.

“Just moving this somewhere more private.” You don’t need to see his face to know that he’s wearing a smirk on his face. You could take the blindfold off now. But where’s the fun in that?

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[bewitchedme-body-and-soul]

all sides of you

a/n: this came to me late at night and i had to write it; shout out to @humanalien01 for helping me and supporting my simping. idk how i feel abt the ending tbh :/

summary: a night at josies bar leads to you admitting your thoughts about the devil of hell's kitchen, and a few months later your words come back to haunt you.

word count:2427

warnings: swearing, canon typical violence, reader is victim in an attempted mugging & fights back, cursing, reader is called a bitch

Standing around the pool table at Josie's bar with the Nelson and Murdock team, playful banter spewn between the four of you. Each of you taking turns shooting while also trying to make the others mess up. The laughter coming from the four of you carrying throughout the bar, the three deserved this after a hard case, and you being Matt's partner were happily invited. Foggy happily uses you as a means to try to embarrass Matt with silly stories from their college years. You and Karen, doubling over in laughter as Foggy finishes his current story, Matt's cheeks tinted pink. Upon noticing you move closer to him, pressing a quick kiss against his cheek, then resting your head against his shoulder, his arm wrapping around your middle. 

It's not until Foggy scoffs begrudgingly that your attention and Matts is pulled away to look at what Foggy's upset about. On one of the Tvs hanging around the bar you notice a news story about The Devil Of Hell's Kitchen. Foggy going on a rant about how he thought the man was bad news while you stared at the grainy footage someone caught of the man decked out in all black, as he beat up a group of gang members. You slowly zoned out as you watched how the man in the mask’s body contorted as he flipped and took the bad men out.

“Y/n!” Foggy's voice pulled you out of your daydream, your head snapping to look in his direction, giving him a hum in acknowledgement. “What do you think? What's your opinion on the masked man?” he asks, you know he's hoping you'll take his side.

Your cheeks tint a slight pink at the question, aware of the two pairs of eyes locked on you and Matt's head tilting, obviously also looking forward to your answer.  “Um, i don't really have one” you lie, moving to lean over the pool table and shoot one of the balls. Karen's giggle goes in tandem with the clack of the cue ball hitting one of the stripped balls.

“You're lying!” Foggy calls out pointing an accusatory finger at you, “did you know lying is a sin? I can't believe you would do such a thing while dating our good Catholic Matt Murdock” he gasps a hand over his heart like you wounded him deeply with your tiny fib. The smile on Matt’s face tells you he did not care and he finds Foggy's dramatics hilarious.

“Oh no, however will you forgive me, my love?” you gasp dramatically leaning against Matt. “But seriously my opinion on the man in the mask isn't that important.” you say trying to move on.

Karen laughs before speaking “oh, trust me, too foggy it is very important, and honestly now I’m interested cause it's been just me vs foggy about this since Matt tries to stay out of these conversations” after she's done speaking the attention turns back to you. You sigh as Matt moves to take his turn, now seeing you have no way out of this conversation.

“I don't know, I don't think he has bad intentions or anything” you shrug before continuing “He’s also kinda hot” you say the second part quieter. The other three members of your party all have varying reactions, Karen laughing, Matt giving an awkward chuckle, and Foggy with his over the top dramatics acting as if you’ve insulted his mother. You watch Matt out of the corner of your eye worrying you may have upset him, you’d only been dating a month and a half, the relationship still new, you're still learning things about the other. What if you hurt him?

Foggy's voice pulls you out of your anxiety fueled downward spiral. “I can't believe you would do this to me” he speaks with a voice obviously trying to make you feel bad for not agreeing with him. He puts his head in his hand as he begins to fake cry. You and Karen look at each other before you both double over laughing, Matt joining in as Foggy's fake cries ramp up at your laughing.

You spend another few hours at Josies before you all decide to part ways, you going home with Matt after deciding to spend the night. Once you're in his apartment your anxiety returns from the prior conversation. You both make your way to his bedroom and change into clothes you can sleep in. It's only when you're both in bed, your head on his chest as he rubs your back, that you decide to broach the subject. “Hey Matty, can I ask you a question?” he hums in response. “Earlier at Josies, did I upset you?” you question, heart rate picking up slightly.

Matt feels your heart rate pick up so he quickly leans forward to kiss your forehead before he smiles at you with a soft chuckle, “no, not at all, I trust you, it’s no different than the people who have a crush on the avengers.” you sigh at his words. Anxiety subsiding, you know Matt well enough he wouldn’t lie to you about something like this. You nestle closer to him before grabbing his other hand and kissing his knuckles, ignoring the cracks and healed over abrasions. “Besides, I know I’m your favorite” he says and you don't need to look at him to know he's wearing that cocky grin of his. 

You roll your eyes at him “i suppose” You tease him, no matter who came to you and professed their love, you knew you’d always choose Matt. You feel his chest vibrate under your cheek as he laughs. Eventually the two of you fall asleep in eachothers arms.

~~~

A month passes and you forget the aforementioned conversation ever happened. So many things happening that small moments get buried and forgotten about so easily. It's not till you're walking home one night that the conversation gets catapulted back to the forefront of your mind.

On your way home from a girl date with Karen you get yanked into an alley and thrown against one of the brick walls of a building. The bricks sharp and your head immediately begins to throb as your head smacks against it. A hand goes over your mouth and fight or flight takes over as you feel your heart rate pick up and the rush of adrenaline pumping through your veins. You struggle before biting down with all your might on the hand, the taste of copper coats your tongue. The man who grabbed you yanks his hand back and you spit the blood out onto his face before screaming, hoping you’d be lucky enough for someone to be close enough to hear you. You knew basic self defense but you’d rather be safe and hope someone would at least call emergency services. 

“You bitch” the man yells before slapping you across the face. You bring your knee up in an attempt to connect it with his groin. His hand shoots down, your knee still connects but not with as much force as you hoped. As you attempt to shove him off you hear a thud to the side of you and you can only hope that it’s some good samaritan here to save you. It's only a few seconds later your attacker is yanked off of you and thrown to the ground.

You watch with bated breath as the man in the mask repeatedly punches the guy in the face and head. Once he finishes he makes his way over to you, you can hear him speaking to you, asking if you're alright, but you're distracted by the shape of his jaw and the way his lips move. A sense of familiarity washes over you and you're unsure as to why.

“I’m fine, thank you, I just need to get home.” You quickly rush out before speed walking away. Wanting to be in the safety of yours and Matt's home as quickly as possible, and wanting to scrub your mouth to rid it of the copper taste. A part of you hoping Matt is home so you can just crash into his arms and sleep.

You arrive home to an empty apartment, the billboard on the building across the alley lighting up the living room. You drop your jacket and bag on the counter before moving to the bathroom and brushing your teeth for far longer than the usual two minutes. Afterwards moving to your shared bedroom and changing into the clothes you'd be sleeping in. 

As you're changing you spot a picture of you and Matt on top of your dresser. You pause, taking a moment to admire your partner, that's when it hits you. The sense of familiarity, why the bottom half of the devil of hell's kitchen face looked so familiar. You'd kissed those lips hundreds of times, it's no wonder your body recognized them. Everything begins falling into place in your head, like placing the last puzzle pieces in a puzzle and seeing the finale picture.

Matt's injuries always lined up with when you'd see the man in the mask on the new fighting bad guys. How a part of you always believed there was more to the story than him just falling or whatever excuse he’d give you. He was always so careful, far too careful to just take a tumble as often as he’d tell everyone. You never called him out cause even if a part of you believed he was lying you trusted him enough that you never questioned. Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the door opening and Matt's voice calling out for you. 

“In the bedroom!” you call back, wondering if he’ll tell you or if you'd have to call him out and question him. You hear him approach and turn to look at him, he looks relatively unharmed, ‘that's good’ you think. “Hey baby.” you can't help the small smile that graces your features, he moves closer to where your voice came from, reaching a hand out towards you. Once he reaches you he wraps his arms around you pressing a kiss against the top of your head. You hear and feel him take a deep breath, you wouldn't be surprised if he was also a little shaken up, he’d just saved his partner from being mugged, you wouldn’t blame him if he was. The two of you sit in silence for a few minutes before you decide you can't take it anymore.

“Baby?” you begin, he hums in response. You take a deep breath before you continue, turning in his arms and wrapping your arms around his neck. “When were you gonna tell me?”  you question, you figure it's best to just rip the bandaid off.

“Tell you what sweetheart?” he questions tilting his head, eyebrows furrowing. He looked like a puppy, confused by the trick its owner is trying to teach it. You understand why he’d try and play this off but you also wish he’d just be honest. Your face morphs into a deadpan expression.

“Matty, seriously, you know what I’m talking about.” You cross your arms over your chest. “When were you going to tell me youre daredevil?” you question. He huffs out a small laugh.

“What? Honey what are you talking about? I’m not the daredevil.” he lies through his teeth.

“I know you can’t see my face but just know it's a look of disappointment cause you should really be better at lying if you're gonna be a vigilante.” you speak before moving just out of matts reach. Deciding he could touch you again when he confessed. A defeated sigh leaves him, you assume he's come to the conclusion that there’s no way of getting out of this without being honest. 

“I don't know, honestly.” he begins “I always wanted to tell you, I hated lying to you, especially after seeing how worried you’d get.” he takes his glasses off sitting them on your dresser. “I was waiting for the right moment I guess. I was worried how you’d react, I didn’t want to lose you.” he finishes looking in your direction. He looks like a puppy that just got scolded and was trying to look cute to get out of punishment.

“First of all, low blow, you know your puppy eyes work way too well on me” you speak trying not to giggle. “Second, Matt I’m literally so in love with you, it’d take a lot more than you running around at night in a mask beating up criminals to lose me.” Now the laugh escapes you, a smile making its way to his face as well at your laugh. He moves closer to you again, hands landing on your waist, before he leans in to kiss you.

“You handled this a lot better than Foggy did,” he laughs. “Also, if you were wondering, yes, i am actually blind” 

“I wasn’t, but good to know.” you laugh “and to be fair, foggy did hate your alter ego.” you lean up to kiss his cheek, “lets go to bed baby” you whisper before crawling into your shared bed as he moves to change into pajamas. Once he joins you in the bed you snuggle into his arms, resting your head over his heart. Thinking over everything as you trace shapes against his chest, it’s then you sit up quickly realizing something. “You little shit!” you yell with a laugh as you playfully hit him in the chest. 

“What? What’d I do?” he asks shock and confusion taking his features

“A few months ago, at Josies with Foggy and Karen” you begin, you can tell by the look his face morphs to that he's beginning to understand. His cocky smile finding his face again. “I confessed that I thought the daredevil was hot and you just let me?” you ask incredulously “no wonder you were so unphased by it” you playfully shove his shoulder

“Would it help if I said I found it very flattering that you did?” he laughed “but seriously, that was when I started seriously thinking about telling you. It made me feel a little bit better about it.” he speaks, moving his hand to rub against your knee.

“Maybe, it does a little,” you confess. “You're still a little shit though.” you laugh moving to kiss him. “My little shit though” you whisper. The rest of the night is spent full of soft touches and laughter as the two of you bask in your love of the other.

#they have bewitched me #daredevil x reader #daredevil imagine #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock x original character #matt murdock x oc

[deceitfuldevil]

Uncharacteristic

Matt Murdock X Reader

Summary: You grew up with Matt Murdock, always crushing hopelessly on him. But from the day you met Matt he never seemed to so much as tolerate you. Nearly 20 years later and your offices are across the hall from each other and it’s safe to say Matt considers the worst part of his day to be when he has to pass your office in the morning. He clearly hates you, so why does everyone think he has this uncharacteristic soft spot for you? 

Warnings: angst, enemies to lovers, allusions to smut at the end, swearing, kissing, consumption of alcohol, being drunk, allusions to depression, not proofread.

Word Count: 3K

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Hopeless, that was a good way to describe your love life. It can’t get much worse than having a childhood crush that still finds you irksome well into your adulthood. This little crush of yours only got you teased as a kid, because really, who has a crush on the anti-social blind kid? 

But now you’d pay for the teasing over the current situation, where your childhood crush has grown into a very attractive grown man, and everyone constantly reminds you of that fact. 

“Matt looks so dreamy today.” Your coworker, Alyssa, said with a far-off look. 

“How can you even tell with that split second glimpse you got of him walking into his office?” You grumbled, flipping over the top sheet of the pile of paper in front of you. 

“I just know, okay? Anyways I could probably get a better look if you’d let me keep the door open more than a crack.” Alyssa snapped back, matching your grumpy energy. 

“Leaving the door open more than a crack is inviting, and inviting means Matt will come in, and Matt coming in means he will be insolent towards me.” You said simply, looking up from your paperwork to eye her. But Alyssa just gave you a confused look. 

“Insolent, meaning he’ll be rude, arrogant, and show his lack of respect towards me.” You elaborated, thinking she didn’t know the meaning of the word. 

“I know what insolent means, thank you very much. But Matt has never been insolent towards you in the slightest.” She said, raising her eyebrows towards you. 

“Please, he hasn’t been able to stand me since I met him at the orphanage in 7th grade.” You said fully setting down your work and dividing your full attention to this conversation now.

“Whatever lie helps you sleep at night.” Alyssa said, finally dropping the conversation after you had immersed yourself in it. You scoffed and went back to the task on hand, disregarding her thoughts.

The rest of your work day went on as per normal, calling and conversing with clients and filing paperwork until it was five o’clock. You were out the door sooner after the clock struck five, hailing a cab to a restaurant uptown where you were meeting a longtime friend of yours for dinner. 

Your friend Leila had just moved back to the city after going back to college to get her masters degree, so you just had to meet up. She arrived at the restaurant shortly after you, immediately running over to hug you. “It’s been too long. How have you been?” you asked eagerly. 

“Oh, we need to sit down for this.” she said with eyes that screamed ‘I have so much drama to tell you about’.  Excited, you both sat down and talked through your entire meal. Leila didn’t even realize how long she had been talking until the waiter brought out the check, and her eyes widened with embarrassment. “Oh my god I’ve totally talked your ear off, please tell me something going on with you so I don’t feel as bad when I’m going home.”

“It’s not a problem, besides not much has changed with me. I’m still in that same tiny apartment, I’m still hopelessly single, and I still work at Atlas Investments.” you said in a relaxed tone, just glad you got to catch up with your friend and not caring to go over the details of your mundane life. 

“Still admiring Matt from afar?” Leila asked, poking at your clasped hands in front of you, you pulled your hands apart and soothed them over your thighs at the topic. “It helps if I pretend I don’t have a crush on him like we’re still in 7th grade. Besides, he still hates me just as much as ever.” you said, pulling out your wallet to put your card down.

“Hates you?” Leila said in a questioning tone.

“Don’t take that tone with me, my coworker gave me that same tone with that same look you’re giving me when I told her why I don’t like interacting with Matt because he’s so insolent towards me.” you said, getting a little sick of no one else ever seeing how horrible Matt has always been towards you.

Leila just stared at you for a moment, as if trying to read your face for any sign that you might be joking. You just stared back at her, waiting for some reaction. Then she burst out laughing, a light and awkward laugh falling from your lips in response.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to laugh.” Leila said, pausing as one last breathless chuckle left her lips before she composed herself. “I just can’t believe after all this time you still don’t see it.”

You looked at her with furrowed eyebrows. “See what?” 

“Matt’s behavior towards you! As long as I’ve known you both, he’s always had this uncharacteristic soft spot for you.” You stared back at Leila with this incredulous look on your face. “...what?” 

“Jesus you’ve known each other nearly 20 years and you still haven't noticed? I guess that solves the answer to why you two haven’t fucked yet.” Leila said, also reaching in her wallet to put her card down as the waiter grabbed the bill; clearly trying to ignore your conversation. You shook your head, physically trying to erase the second part of her sentence from your head like an etch-a-sketch. 

“Matt. . . he’s always hated me. Never wanted to be around me. I remember how red and furious he looked the day I moved into my office at Atlas right across from him.”

“Uh uh uh, that is not how that day went.” Leila said, mouthing a small thank you to the waiter who returned with the check and handing you your card back. “Thank you, and please elaborate.”

“Gladly. Matt was bright red and frustrated because when moving some boxes left behind into the hallway, you backed up into him without realizing it.”

“Okay. . . and?”

“...and your skirt was short because you moved in the middle of July, did you not see the massive boner Matt popped after that?” 

“Boner? Please. That was the first time I saw him when moving in and realized we were work neighbors and upon realizing it was me is when he got all red, cut off the conversation super quick and locked himself inside his office. Probably because he was pissed to have to be around me constantly again.”

“So there’s not a chance in your head that your ass bumped his front, and once you made it clear that it was you, Matt was flustered because of his attraction towards you and shut himself off to hide that tent he was pitching?”

You rolled your eyes “Even if I did give Matt a boner, which I didn’t, guys get like 7 boners a day. So it was probably a fluke.”

“It’s actually 11, but besides the point. That’s not the only instance of Matt clearly having a thing for you.” Leila said informatively.

“Yeah sure, we could go on until this place closes going over the times where it was painfully obvious how much Matt can’t stand me and you could tell me how this is a textbook enemies to lovers story. But I’ll stick to my books, thank you very much.”

Leila let out a defeated sigh. “Let me just reiterate that if there’s one thing I’ve always noticed about Matt it’s his uncharacteristic soft spot for you. Just think about it for me, please?” she said with pleading eyes. “Yeah whatever, I’ll think about it when I’m getting drunk alone tonight at Josie’s.”

You and Leila both stood up and started to leave the restaurant after you made your promise to her, when hugging her goodbye she whispered in your ear “I’m so bringing up this conversation at your wedding during my maid of honor speech. You know, when you get married to Matt.”

“...and the moment is over. Taxi!” you said, pulling away from the hug and hailing a cab for Leila. “I’ll be manifesting it for you bestie.” she said with a smile, getting into the cab that pulled up. “Literally shut the fuck up.” she gave you a look as she closed the door and rolled down the window. “Love you too!” she said as she waved goodbye as the driver went on his way.

You took a sigh of relief, thankful that the conversation was over. But her words resonated in your head as you downed another shot hours later at Josie’s. 

‘He’s always had this uncharacteristic soft spot for you.’

There’s just no way you’ve known Matt for this long and everyone but you has seen him be soft and affectionate towards you when all you got from his behavior was raw unfiltered hate. The longer you sat on that thought, the more queasy you felt. Or maybe that was because of the rapid influx of alcohol you were putting into your system. You haven't been this shit faced in awhile.

Before you could gather your scattered thoughts enough to stand up and go home, you heard an all too familiar laugh enter the bar. You looked towards the door and saw Matt and his law partner Foggy entering the bar, mentally trying to sober up but only feeling more nauseous at the sight of your childhood crush.

Of course Matt and his blind luck, he appeared in the empty space right next to you, ordering a round of drinks without seeming to notice your presence. You were relieved until you felt a sneeze coming on, trying to suppress it but failing. A few slipping from your lips, not quietly either. Matt gazed over in your direction and you could see your very drunk reflection in his red lenses, thank god he was blind and couldn’t see how horrible you looked right now. “Bless you.” Matt said politely.

“T-thank you” you said with a slight stutter.” Matt was still looking at you, his brows now downturned as he parted his lips before speaking up again. “Y/n?” 

“Yes?” you said, a nervous feeling settling over the nausea in your gut.

“Oh, just seeing if it was you.” Matt said with a short tone. A silence falling between you two until Josie served him his drinks. 

“Soft spot my ass. . .” you trailed off as Matt grabbed his drinks, assuming he wouldn/t hear you or just disregard your words. But he stopped and turned to you. “What?” You stared at yourself again in his red glasses and let out a frustrated sigh. “I just don’t get you Murdock.”

“You don’t get me?” Matt asked, setting the drinks he had back down. 

“How-” you let out a high pitched hiccup “How do you fool everyone?”

“I’m afraid you’re going to have to be more specific than that sweetheart.”

“Oh drop the act, no one is around.”

Matt chuckled and stepped closer to you. “What act?”

“Acting like you don’t fucking hate me!” You said, raising your voice at him. Turning a few heads who were within earshot.

“Hate you?” Y/n I-”

“Oh please don’t stand there and try to deny it. Don't stand there and pretend you don’t get a sour taste in your mouth at the mention of my name, it’s always written across your stupid face. All my friends have this idea that you have this uncharacteristic soft spot for me but they must be drunker than me to think that you’ve ever even so much as tolerated me!” a few stray tears spilling from your eyes as emotion overcame you. Matt stood there speechless, you gave him less than a moment to speak up before grabbing your bag and getting down from the barstool you were seated at.

“You want to know what the worst part about falling in love with you was? Knowing that no matter what I did, you would never even like me. I am never going to be better to you than the dirt that you track in on the bottom of your shoes.” you spat bitterly, adjusting your purse on your shoulder as another hiccup slipped past your lips. “Let’s forget my drunken rant when we pass each other going to the office on Monday, yeah?”

You started to walk away, not able to hold back the tears any longer as you quicken your pace leaving the bar without even paying. “Y/n!” Matt called after you. “Goodnight Matthew.” you said, walking out the door and wobbling home. Looking at the time on your watch, disappointed with your state of being at only 9pm. 

You were so embarrassed by your drunken outrage at Matt that you stayed in all weekend, no calls or texts from him or anyone else. Come Monday morning you felt like no one would care if you dropped off the face of the earth, so you stayed home and didn’t even bother to call off work. Sleeping in until noon and moping around all day after that. At least before Friday you and Matt had some semblance of a fucked-up friendship, you did grow up together after all.

It was now 6:30 at night and you sat in front of the TV watching friends while having a brownie and ice cream for dinner. The healthy voice in your head said you should call your therapist, and the toxic one said you should call Matt. Before you could listen to either voice, there was a knock at your door.

You initially intended to ignore it until the knock came again and a voice called out to you “Y/n? It’s Matt.” you immediately froze, standing up and tip-toeing to the door. “I really think we need to talk.” still not responding, you placed your hand on the door knob and began to turn it. Only as you started to open the door did you remember you’d been walking around in a hoodie and underwear all day. No bra, no pants. Thank god Matt was blind.

“Hi.” you said quietly as you fully opened the door, Matt letting himself right in. “Matt, now is not really a good time.”

“How long?” Matt turned to you and asked as you closed your front door behind him. 

“What?” you asked as you turned to face him, little space left for you to distance yourself in the foyer of your apartment.

“”How long have you thought I hated you?” Matt asked in a demanding tone. You pressed your legs together anxiously, not in the mood for the conversation at hand. Opening the door again you spoke with an exhausted tone. “I am not having this conversation with you right now Matt, please leave.” but Matt startled you instead, bringing his hand up to the door and slamming it shut. Your brain didn't even have time to process how he could’ve done that, because now Matt was walking towards you until your back hit the wall.

“I asked you a question.” Matt said slowly.

“I. . . forever. I’ve thought you hated me since. . . forever.” you said softly, praying Matt wouldn’t get any closer and notice your missing garments.

“If I’ve hated you since forever, then why have I always wanted to do this?” Matt said in a tone barely above a whisper, leaning down as his breath fanned over your lips. But he stopped there, his lips mere centimeters from yours as if he was waiting for you to make the next move. You lost all resolve built up over the years as all you’ve ever wanted was right in front of you, a high pitched whine falling from your lips as you said “please” so quietly it was a miracle Matt heard you. Your eyes fell shut as a mere moment passed until Matt pressed his lips to yours.

Words can’t describe all the emotion that kiss conveyed, and yet that very kiss was a conversation you and Matt have been avoiding for decades. A conversation that said ‘I hate myself for ever letting you think for a second that I hated you.’ and ‘You have no idea how many times I’ve had this exact dream’. Apologies moved through your mouths, not even a word mumbled but all of it being understood. Both of you trying not to think about all the years lost by avoiding this kiss. A tear slipping down your cheek, Matt shifting his lips from your to your cheek, kissing it away. “I want to spend the rest of my life showing you how much I never hated you.” A soft smile grew on your face, that smile getting larger as you could feel something quite large growing against your bare hip.

“Then why don’t we start tonight?” You asked eagerly, hiking your leg up to allow Matt to press his growing bulge to your core. Matt chuckled in a primal way, leaning back down for a much more intense and passionate kiss.

It seemed Leila would be making that maid of honor speech after all.

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A/N

Whew! Hello everyone! I have a personal goal this year to post at least one story a month so thank god I got to go home from work early today to finish this and get it posted! I have been incredibly busy with my new job lately but I absolutely love it. I now work for MAC cosmetics, my dream cosmetic company. I’ve been there for about three months and it’s a dream come true, really. I am also only 30 followers away from one-fucking-thousand! That's absolutely insane and also terrifying. I will try to do a big sleepover when I hit that milestone and I have the time! In the meantime, thank you all for reading and hope everyone's new year is going well!

Much Love,

—Skyler

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[wdwbabes]

Making out with eddy but you guys get caught?

tw: a little bit of swearing and very little sexual content

"eddy" you say in between kisses, "eddy!"

ethan reluctantly pulls away with a frown, "what babe" he groans

"we can't just make out on the couch in the house you share with 4 of your teammates" you express your worry with a big grin on your face.

you are sitting in the sophomore hockey house where your boyfriend lives with his teammates mark, dylan, mackie, and luke. currently on your boyfriend's lap, straddling him as he stares you down, mad that you interrupted the makeout session.

"no one will come in, they all have class" ethan says, pulling your head back down to give you more kisses.

you fall back into the rhythm of kissing eddy, which are some of the best kisses you've ever had. you pull away again, and hold ethan's face in your hands, "you're sure they all have class?" you try to confirm but then he just pushes his head through your hands and to your neck, kissing and biting you.

your neck instinctively falls back as he moves his way up your neck. he stops by your ear, his lips brushing over your ear giving you the shivers. he whispers in your ear, "stop worrying baby, i promise they are gone,"

the minute his mouth stops moving, you grab him by the face and kiss him, hard. you feel ethan's tongue in your mouth and you melt. he is taking your mouth and making it his own.

the kiss gets deep, and you pull away for a second to breathe and stare into the eyes of your hot boyfriend. you both are panting, staring into each other's eyes. you look down at his shirt and tug on the bottom of it, indicating you want it to come off. he got the hint and took it off in a matter of seconds.

"fuck, you're so hot" you whisper, staring at his abs and the tiny bit of v line you can see from where you are sitting on his lap.

he smiles at you, knowing you love seeing him shirtless (naked too but we aren't there yet). ethan wraps his arms around your back, pulling you down onto his lap harder and closer. "woah" you say, shocked by the sudden movement as a smile makes its way across your face.

you lean down and kiss his lips again. then you feel his hands running up your body, first from your hips, then to your stomach, and then you feel a slight tug at your shirt. you know exactly what that means. you mischievously pull away from the kiss with a smile on your face, slowly pulling your own shirt off.

ethan stares. he is so in love with you. his hands grip your waist and pull you back down for a heated kiss.

this was lust. you feel it in the kiss. but you also feel ethan grinding up into you, wanting more than you are currently giving.

"you're so needy today," you say with a smirk, teasing the heck out of him.

"i need you," he murmurs, pulling you back in for more kisses.

you kiss and grind on each other for what felt like hours but was only the span of 5 minutes. you are so engrossed in each other you barely hear the door handle jiggle and open to mackie and dylan chatting.

mackie and dylan see you guys going at it on the couch and just look at each other. to be fair, they should not be home right now but what else were they meant to do when their class gets canceled.

dylan whistles, long and hard, "get it eddy," he teases. they both start clapping really loud and cheering their friend on.

you two instantly pull away and you cover yourself up, so embarrassed that you got caught. eddy covers you, and looks at the guys. "what the hell are you doing home?" eddy asks, obviously angered by their presence.

"class was canceled," mackie shrugs, walking to the kitchen.

"you could have told me" eddy says, upset that they did not even consider giving him a heads up.

"how we were supposed to know a fuck fest was planned today in our living room?" dylan says, continuing his teasing.

ethan looks like he is about to slap him, "just go away" he says, prompting dylan to also go to the kitchen. ethan now turns around and looks at you. you are covering yourself with a pillow from the couch. "are you okay?" he asks, very worried about you with an apologetic look on his face.

"yeah i'm fine. it could have been worse," you smile, knowing that if they didn't come in right now it definitely would have been a fuck fest in the living room.

"they are such cock blocks oh my god," eddy groans, falling back onto the couch.

"well, at least we know better for next time. this stays behind closed doors," you point between yourself and eddy.

ethan looks at you with a raised eyebrow, "oh yeah?" he says suggestively

"mhm" you say with a smile.

ethan picks you up and throws you over his shoulder as he runs up the stairs to his room. you laugh at him and just enjoy the ride.

"wear a condom!" you hear dylan yell from the kitchen and you both just laugh.

#ethan edwards fic #ethan edwards #ethan edwards blurb #ethan edwards x reader #ethan edwards imagine #jacob truscott #umich hockey #umich imagine #umich blurbs #mackie samoskevich #nolan moyle #dylan duke #mark estapa #luke hughes

[bellysoupset]

AAAAAHHHHH SCREAMING BLUSHING CRYING SCREAMING SOME MORE‼️‼️ SOUP THE LAST TWO FICS HAVE ME DEAD LIKE OMFG WOW THANKS FOR BLESSING US WITH THESE IM GONNA EXPLODE 😭😭😭

okay so starting w the last one, ngl when i read 🧷anon’s request for bad caretaking from jon i was like NOOO bc i really just don’t like bad caretaking at all cause it just gives me second hand embarrassment lmaoooo idk why

BUT GOSH THE WAY YOU MIXED BOTH ASKS TO CREATE THIS MASTERPIECE WAS BEAUTIFUL‼️‼️ (SLAY 🧷 anon’s request‼️‼️‼️) like omfg the GUILT was SO INSANELY GOOD‼️‼️‼️ and the bitchiness at first was SO necessary and it just made all the guilt afterwards THAT much more angsty and raw and AHHHH it was just so perfect😭🫶🏽 baby girl begging at the beginning and the DETAIL OF JON BARELY EVEN LOOKING AT HER so he really just couldn’t have known/suspected she wasn’t feeling well😩 and omg the clear heartbreaking mix of “i don’t want you” + feeling so shitty but also safe w him that she completely trusts jon to take good care of her even if she’s a lil pissed at him 😭😭😭 and vin all worried at the end and then vin hugging him and jon feeling guilty about that too aghhhhh I LOVE ANGST SO MUCH SOUP THIS WAS PERFECT♥️ (i’m only a lil tiny tiny tiiiiiny bit sad this wasn’t longer bc i really wanted to see vin worried and taking care of her 🥹 (angsty part 2 w migraine getting worse maybe?👀👀👀 no pressure at all tho lmao i know we’ve had 2 wen focused fics in a row and i don’t wanna abuse my luck here teehee🫡) but fr tho this was so amazing and THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WRITING THIS IT GENUINELY MADE MY DAY AND IM SO THANKFUL FOR YOU WRITING ALL THESE REQUESTS YOU’RE THE BEST AND I *KNOW* YOU’RE GONNA GET FAR W YOUR WRITING bc you’re such a talented author and always able to depict the little things and make all your characters’ personalities shine through in the most beautiful (smol and big) ways and gosh you know i already love your writing but every single time you post i’m just always bamboozled by how CRAZY good your writing is AHHHHH)

omg and then the NSFW fic????????? GODDAMN?!?!?!?? i didn’t comment on it sooner bc i was legitimately speechless 🤭 that fic scratched the deepest itch in my brain in the most satisfying way possible🤓 and goshhh my girl was LIVING THE DREAM and i was vicariously living it through her omfg 🤭🤭 the “don’t even pretend to care” and the descriptions of her being so turned on was 🥵🥵 and vin being so chill and nonchalant about everything??? the kiss at the end???? holy mother this was SO FUCKING GOOD TOO and i have no words other than i will be rereading this one an abnormal number of times thank you very much 🤭🫡🫶🏽

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🦦 I swear to god I thought I had answered this one, I DONT WANNA ANSWER IT. I wanna keep it in my inbox so I can look at and cry.

LMAO I got so scared when you said you didn't like Bad Caretaker, because I mixed without asking either parties, so what a huge relief to know I didn't fuck it up.

I am soooo happy you liked it!!!! And all the details you picked up!! 🤩🤩🤩🤩 I agree it deserves a part 2, but I'm actually moving on to a Jonah (+ caretaker Luke) piece that kinda hinges on this not being solved. So don't worry, I'll bring it up again and also have more Vin and Wendy fluff (LOADS), but not in a part 2 manner

The smut got such an amazing turn out, I'm kicking my feet and squealing. Deepest itch uh? 🙈🙈 Guess the Wendy in you is showing, 🦦! Please DO read it an abnormal amount of times, just know I'll be giddy asf every time you do

#🦦 anon #SMOOOCHING YOU #lovely correspondence

[indigowallbreaker]

ohhhh could I request "kiss on the nose" from the kiss prompts for lysithea and annette please? <3

War time fluff time~

(Currently accepting rare ships! Click here for the info post!)

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Annette wasn’t all that surprised to find Lysithea in the library, though it was a little jarring to find her asleep with her arms crossed over an open tome. They had all been working hard since returning to Garreg Mach to fight back against the Empire. Not one to be outdone, Lysithea had begun working twice as hard as the others, with late nights spent studying and early mornings spent training.

It was tempting to leave her here to rest. But it was even more tempting to do something else.

Giggling to herself, Annette crept closer to Lysithea’s table, keeping her steps as quiet as possible and using that weird breathing trick she had learned from Raphael. Lysithea didn’t stir. Emboldened, Annette leaned down, and pressed the lightest of kisses to Lysithea’s nose. 

Lysithea’s whole face scrunched up. She gave a tiny stretch that reminded Annette so much of a kitten that she had to giggle into her hand. Blinking sluggishly, Lysithea looked up at Annette.

“Hey there, sleepy head!” Annette greeted.

Lysithea narrowed her eyes. “What are you doing?”

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist.”

Sitting up, Lysithea looked around the library. “What time is it?” She asked as she rubbed the back of her neck. 

“Late. Sorry, I should have come to check on you after dinner.”

“You shouldn’t apologize for things that aren’t your fault. I’m the one that lost track of time.” Lysithea rubbed her nose. “B-But I accepted your apology for kissing me like that in public. You know I find it embarrassing.”

Annette laughed again. “I’m not embarrassed! I like reminding people I love you!”

Lysithea turned bright red. “Don’t say stuff like that in public either!” She snapped. Her voice echoed around the empty library and she flinched. “Never mind. I should get to bed.” She closed the tome and stood, tucking it under her arm with her chin held high-- which, given that she was still blushing, just made her look even cuter to Annette.

“Can I give you a goodnight kiss, at least?” Annette asked hopefully. “There’s no one else here. We’re not technically in public.”

“We usually do goodnight kisses in my bedroom. Can’t you wait?”

“Oh, I should have told you. I took a guard shift tonight so I have to get going soon. That’s why I came looking for your.”

Lysithea frowned. “How did that happen?”

Annette shrugged. “It’s a long story. I overheard a guard talking about missing her son’s birthday and one thing lead to another...”

“But you had breakfast duty this morning and then you went out with that battalion to secure a supply line,” Lysithea put a hand to her hip. “You overwork yourself, you know that? You won’t be any help to this army if you’re exhausted!”

A laugh escaped Annette before she could help it. Lysithea scowed but Annette just said, “Lysithea, I’m the one who found you in here completely asleep!”

Lysithea huffed. “Yes. Well.” She paused. “Then I’ll just have to join you!”

“But you--”

“I’ll brew some bergamot tea! It’s bitter but it will keep me awake.” With an air of finality, Lysithea marched past Annette for the doors. “Come on. We don’t want to be late for our shift.”

“Wait!” Annette caught her hand before Lysithea could go far. Lysithea looked back, raising an eyebrow. Annette felt her own cheeks color as she asked, “Can I have a kiss? Before we go back out in public? I won’t kiss you while we’re on guard duty, I swear!”

Lysithea stared at her for a second. Whatever was going on in her head, Annette hoped it wouldn’t lead to Lysithea getting angry again.

Quite the opposite-- Lysithea bent her head and kissed Annette on the nose. Annette let go of Lysithea to touch her nose, face heating up almost uncomfortably. “T-Thank you. Sorry.”

Lysithea tisked. “I already told you, don’t apologize for things that aren’t your fault.” Turning for the doors again, Lysithea resumed her march from the library, Annette following close behind with a blinding smile.   

#fire emblem three houses #lysithea von ordelia #Annette Fantine Dominic #lysithenette #idk thats my best guess that a ship name #rare pair run #now i want raphael and annette to be friends

[carica-ficus]

“Fourth Wing”

26/12/2023

Reading progress: 222/498 (44%) Read through since last update: 117

Since I'm sick, I don't have much other to do than just rest and read in bed, which is the sole reason I managed to go through another 100 pages today. (I'm a slow reader so this is way more than my average.) Again, I'm having mixed feelings of this book. I like the premise. I really do. But the writing is very sloppy, and I can't oversee it. Still, I try to enjoy the novel as much as I can.

Thoughts on this section:

That fight with Xaden was cool, but unlike Violet who completely forgot they weren't alone in the training hall, I didn't. Which made me feel as if I'm a spectator to all of it. And it felt kinda awkward, not gonna lie.

Again, I know Dain means well, but the way he talks to Violet makes it seem like he doesn't know her at all. Worst of all, he kinda gives me the impression he has some anterior motives behind his kindness, like he expects Violet to love him because he's good to her. Of course, there's no concrete evidence for this, it's just the vibe he gives off.

That whole chapter when Violet talks to Xaden was so out of pocket. She's afraid of him and he kinda wants to kill her. They're not really friends. But then Violet takes this random opportunity to vent to him? Why?

Speaking of weird dialogue, that moment during Presentation when Violet asks Rhiannon whether she's getting a nephew or a niece literally gave me whiplash. Why does that matter now? I swear the last time this was discussed was after they have survived the Parapet, 2 months ago in their time.

Violets biggest flaw in this whole book is her size. Not her lack of physical strength. Not her lack in training. Not her vulnerability. No. She's just tiny. A tiny little fragile girl. Poor, poor Violet. Too curvy. Too clumsy. Too adorable. Too unlucky. How could she ever succeed? How could she ever survive? Who will ever love her? 😢😢😢😢

Ok, that moment when the two greens are sniffing Violet was so cute.

This is also very nitpicky, but if you have a fantasy novel, you cannot use specific words tied to our world. You cannot have October because it implies a much broader history that's tied to ours.

Tynan, Oren and Jack hunting and wanting to kill the golden dragon makes absolutely zero fucking sense and it's just put in there as a lazy shock factor. It's just so stupid.

But I'm glad it worked out! Black dragon, hell yeah!

And of course Violet is going to be a little bitch when she talks to it. Girl, please. I haven't felt this much second hand embarrassment in years.

On the other hand, I really loved the following chapter when they fly together. I like Tairn as a character. And I like that there's something he's yet to reveal about himself.

Andarna is really cute too!

I am really thrown off when Violet jumps in and adds her unnecessary and stupid comments. Chapter 15 was so good, and then Yarros end it with "And all hell breaks loose". Why? What should this mean to me as a reader? Just show it to me in the next chapter.

Okay, gotta hand it to the author, I like this twist where Sgaeyl is mated with Tairn, so, by default, Violet is now connected with Xaden. This is a cool way to make this romance stronger.

On the other hand, I feel like Yarros tries to bend her own rules in order to create tension. It makes no sense to me, based on what we heard till now, that if a cadet kills a rider, they might have the chance to bond with their dragon. What's the chance of that happening? I mean, sure, it's possible, but is it realistic?

Dain, you stupid fuck. Way to go with that kiss. (Future me writing down: that little weasel kissed her just so he can look into her memories!!!)

As much as I don't like Dain, I do respect him for choosing not to pursue Violet because of his rank. And honestly, Violet had no right to judge him on that. Oh, he's too uptight, he wouldn't want to break the rules for me. Yeah, I would sure hope so! He's your superior. I'm glad his moral compass is fucking functioning.

Was really shocked by the gruesome manifestation of the mind reading signlet, but then I got lost in the guy's rambling? He revealed some interesting stuff, then nothing at all. And I hate how Dain's thoughts took the spotlight. Like, he's only thinking of what he already said a 100 times.

Andara really went "Za Warudo". Slay 💅

That's it for now! I'll be sharing more notes soon.

#fourth wing #rebecca yarros #reading #reading journal #dnevnik čitanja #dnevnik citanja

[xiaodear]

ꕤ — innocent

⊹ character: xiao

⊹ synopsis: you found out xiao was a virgin, despite being thousands of years old, and decide to show him just how good sex can really feel.

⊹ cw: gn reader, loss of virginity, spit as lube, degradation, dirty talk, blowjobs, rough sex. not explicitly stated if reader has a strap or not so it can be whatever you’d like it to be !

⊹ voicemail: hello!! my first fic on this blog aa im so excited. i hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it <3

you stood at the balcony of the very last floor of the wangshu inn, resting your arms on the wooden railing. you had to admit—the sight was beautiful; unmatched. that, of course, wasn’t what you were really focusing on though. no, instead your head was filled with thoughts of your beloved adeptus as you impatiently awaited his arrival.

just as the longing in your chest was begging to become unbearable, you heard soft footsteps behind you. you didn’t have to move a muscle to know it was him and you were ecstatic. he pressed a gentle kiss to your hot cheek and let out a content sigh, both of you happy to be with one another at last.

“so,” you said after a few seconds of basking in your lover’s presence, “are you ready?”

he glanced at you and you swore there was a faint blush covering his pale face. the poor man was embarrassed; he’s been alive for thousands of years but sex was very new to him—in fact, the entire concept of being in a relationship wasn’t something he was farmiliar with, especially not with a human. of course, this had come up in conversation a while ago and to say xiao was beat red was an understatement. you assured him that it was okay, and that his lack of sexual experience was not unusual or shameful (if you were to be completely truthful, it was adorable). you offered to show him the ropes and that is precisely how you two had ended up here.

you took xiao’s tiny hand in yours and led him to the room you’d paid for, smiling all the while. as you shut and locked the door behind you, the adeptus plopped himself onto the big, comfortable bed, his heart thrumming in his chest. you climbed on top of him and slipped your fingers under his shirt, raising it until it was at his oh-so-deliciously prominent collarbone. you couldn’t help yourself, sucking and kissing the man’s neck with fervor, leaving dark blue and angry red bruises in your wake. you descended further and further, stopping at his bubblegum pink nipple. oh, how needy he was, arching his back in an attempt to get some form of friction. you smirked at this, pressing your lips to his for a heated kiss.

you held xiao’s mouth open with your thumb, slowly inserting the digit further. he was panting at this point, flushed down to his chest and stiff as a rock.

“p-please,” he begged, though it was barely intelligible. “please, can you fuck me? i’ll do anything, i s-swear.” you hummed, removing your finger and caressing his messy hair instead. “i will, don’t you worry your pretty little head about it, baby. i just need you to do something for me, okay? then i’ll fuck you as much as you want.” the yaksha leaned into your touch and nodded—who knew the mighty adeptus could be so smitten? that’s right, only you. you were the only person allowed to see xiao like this, all horny and cute spread out for you. that thought made pride swell in your chest and you removed your own clothes, eager to begin.

what was underneath, however, was not what the other was expecting.

“there’s—there’s no way that is going to fit inside me,” xiao whispers faintly. you chuckle at his words. “if there’s a will, there’s a way, right?” you say, trying to lighten up the mood a bit.

xiao isn’t amused.

you cough dryly and avert your eyes, blushing just a bit from the sheer awkwardness filling the quiet room. taking a deep breath, you speak once more, “i was going to put it in your mouth. is that okay with you, my love?” you ask, your voice laced with concern. to your relief, he nods, a look of hunger and lust clear within his amber eyes. you hoist yourself up and settle your thighs on both sides of xiao's head, taking the base of your cock in your hand. "open," you command, sliding the tip into his mouth once he does.

a wave of arousal takes over your body seeing how big your cock is compared to xiao. you groan, setting a steady pace as you fuck into the warm, wet heat of the small man's mouth. it's dirty; absolutely filthy, but the mess of choked moans and spit only spurs you on and soon enough, your dick is stretching those pink, perfect lips apart at a speed that xiao is unable to handle. his nails dig into the meat of your thighs, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes from the blissful pain.

you're close—you can feel it—but you don't want to cum just yet. see, this is only the beginning, there's much more in store for your boy. he whines pitifully when you pull of all of a sudden, pouting like a small child who has to sit in time-out.

ah.

it's too cute! you feel obligated to lean down and push your lips against his once more. "now," you start, pulling back, "are you gonna be a good boy and really take me, mm?" xiao nods dumbly, already desperate to feel you inside of him. "i'll be good, i'll be real g-good, just put it in please." he really is the most beautiful when he begs, isn't he?

you situate yourself once more, this time between his legs and practically rip his pants off. wrapping your hands around the yaksha's milky thighs, you lift them up and onto your shoulders. once xiao's legs are secure around your head, you haphazardly coat your fingers with your own spit as a (very) poor excuse for lube. gently, you slide your middle finger into his hole and thrust it in and out. you take the soft moans as a sign to insert another finger, scissoring your digits so he's decently stretched out. if you weren't so horny, you'd probably be much more efficient, but you are undeniably helpless when it comes to xiao.

you take the shaft of your cock in your hand and press into the man underneath you to the hilt. he's already a mess, the poor thing, drool pooling at the corner of his lips. "o-oh, ugnh, it's..." he trails off, unable to form a full sentence, so pleasured out of his mind. "mm, c-can you—uhn—move? p-please?" and you do, your pelvis slamming against his ass with each thrust. he looks delectable in this moment, fucked out and moaning like some cheap prositute. you grab a fist full of his hair and whisper into his ear, "do you feel that, baby? you like me fucking you until you can't think straight, you dirty whore?" xiao nods and nods, not truly understanding a single word coming out of your mouth. he's completely, utterly zoned in on the feeling of your cock rearranging his insides and you love it.

"you know, it's funny, really," you manage to pant out in between your thrusts, "you say you're a virgin but you act like such a greedy slut, it's a little hard for me to believe now." he tries to respond to your snide remark, but he can hardly think. it's so good, like his brain is melting and the only people who exist are you and him. "'m not—oh, f-fuck! o-h my g-god!" your lips form a sleazy grin, giggling like this is the funniest thing that's ever happened to you. "mm, you know what that is?" you question, despite knowing very well that even if xiao did know, he wouldn't be able to answer you with much more than pathetic whines and moans. you continue you ram into that spot that makes the powerful, well-respected conqueror of demons puddy in your hold. "it's your prostate, love, and i'll keep hitting it until you're cumming dry, begging me to stop."

xiao's eyes roll back into his head and you can feel him tighten as you abuse his prostate. "uff, ngh, uhn—m-mo-re, i-i want your c-c—mm—cock!" he says, face hot and wet from tears and saliva, but he couldn't be better. you were like a drug and he needed you—now.

and oh, did you give him it.

he'd almost gone limp, his mind so far away that it didn't really seem like him—but it was; it was xiao, the xiao he didn't allow anyone else see. his body shook and convulsed as his orgasm washed over him, screaming your name like a mantra, "oh, o-oh, 'm cummin', 'm c-cumming!" your hips did not still then, though, you kept fucking into him like it was the most important thing in the world—and to you, it was.

"wh-why...why are y-you still goin'? nn, i-i'm still sen-sensitive!"

oh sweet, sweet xiao.

he had no idea what he'd gotten himself into.

#🖇.xiao #wow 1.4k words #new record for my lazy ass #im posting this at 3 am btw #ok bye other tags now #bottom xiao #sub xiao #xiao x reader #xiao fanfic #xiao smut #genshin smut #genshin fanfic #genshin xiao #genshin x reader #genshin impact

[youkiyoh]

the one that got away | p.js

pairing : park jisung x fem! reader

genre : fluff, humor, angst, unrequited love!au, college au, best friends au 

warnings : swearing, sexual innuendos, making out 

word count : 6k 

summary :  Park Jisung fell in love with you a tad too early. You, on the other hand, fell in love with him a tad too late.

disclaimer : everything written in this story is purely fictional! It’s in no way a representation of how the characters are in real life. 

i. confessions and rejections 

The very first time Park Jisung confessed to you, you had laughed in his face. 

It happened in elementary school, and you remember having zero feelings for the boy. Contrary to what he had thought, you were crushing on Zhong Chenle, his best friend instead. 

His ignorance to the way you had looked at Chenle was what boosted his confidence in the first place, because poor boy believed the shy glances and occasional stares of yours during break time was meant for him and him only.

He had it all planned out. A hand behind his back, his fingers nervously twirling the stem of the tiny flower he found on the floor. Jisung feels his brain going mush at the mere sight of you on the swing, your hair neatly tied into two braids that flies back and forth when you get higher, your smile so bright, Jisung had unintentionally squinted his eyes. 

At the age of nine, Jisung believes that he’s in love with you.

“Hi!” You had beckoned him over after noticing him staring and the boy shuffled towards you, an awkward smile gracing his lips. “Do you want to use it? I can go on the slide.”

“No! It’s okay.” Jisung rejects, arms waving in front of him frantically. He watches as your eyes widen at the sight of the flower in his hand, a proud smile on his face when he hands it over to you. “This is for you.”

“For me?” You ask excitedly, cradling it ever so carefully in your palm while you examine the white petals. “Thank you, it’s pretty.”

“I think you’re pretty too.” Jisung blurts out, swaying side to side nervously. “I like you.”

You blink once, twice. Your features break out into a grin and you nod. “I like you too. That’s why we are friends!” 

Jisung fiddles with the hem of his shirt, opening and closing his mouth to find the correct words. He really likes you, he just had to somehow get his point across to you with his limited vocabulary. “Oh... I mean I like you. Do you want to be my girlfriend?”

Nine year old you had a serious lack of empathy and social consciousness, because the poor boy had never in a million years expect you to laugh in his face.

“I don’t like you.” You had said indifferently. 

Jisung feels his heart picking up speed at your rejection, his brain screaming at him to get as far away from you as he possibly could to save himself from further embarrassment. He shifts backwards, barely managing to catch himself from almost tripping over his own feet. He nods awkwardly, a lopsided grin that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “That’s okay. We can be friends.”

You had agreed happily, jogging towards Jisung and stopping directly in front of him, your shoes bumping against that of his. The boy freezes in place when you lean your face closer to his, staring at him with a cheeky smile.

Jisung almost forgets how to breathe. You had just rejected him, why are you about to kiss him? 

“Do you think Chenle likes me? I like him.”

Park Jisung went home that night utterly dejected.

ii. im in love with you 

“Why the fuck are you here alone?”

You momentarily glance up at the owner of the voice, staring for a few seconds before picking up your red party cup from the table, downing the contents in one mouth. 

“It’s my birthday, and you’re here sulking.” Donghyuck, your friend sighs, dramatically plopping himself down on the empty space next to you. “I wouldn’t have invited you if I knew you’d be like this.”

“I didn’t beg you for an invitation to your stupid party either.” You roll your eyes, pushing the music major off of you when he snuggles closer to you, his head falling onto your shoulder. “Get off me, Hyuck. Your jacket is scratchy.”

“You’re such a menace.” He groans, pushing his face towards yours and you tilt your head back, the sudden smell of alcohol invading your senses. “I’m here to accompany you and this is how you treat me? Unbelievable.”

“And since when did the birthday boy care this much about me?” You raise your brow in amusement, knowing deep down that Donghyuck came to you for something. “What about last week? Remember when you-”

“Before you say anything else, we have a contract.” Donghyuck glares at you, pointing his finger in your face. “It’s written on paper, black and white that we never speak of that incident ever again. You signed it.”

You stifle a laugh from imploding, the core memory of Donghyuck falling off his bed replaying in your mind. He was taking a short nap amid your study session and the night was going great, you had surprisingly gotten more work done than you had expected to, until Donghyuck breaks the silence with the most ear piercing scream you have ever heard, dashing out of his room in record speed. He had the audacity to slam the door shut in your face, yelling at you from the other side to get rid of the huge roach that had flown in through the window.

That is why you never sleep with the windows open. 

Disclaimer, you didn’t manage to get rid of the creature and it must have pitied you enough to fly out of the room on its own accord after seeing you banging on the door, yelling back at Donghyuck to let you out. 

“So what exactly do you need?” You sigh deeply, folding your arms across your chest. “You can cut the crap, just say it.”

“Jisung needs your help.” Donghyuck beams brightly, batting his eyelashes for further effect. “He’s in the kitchen, and he’s getting hit on.”

Your ears perk up at his words and you whip your head around to look at your friend staring back at you with a shit eating grin. “Why would he need my help? That’s a good thing isn’t it?”

“Because I have first hand experience of getting hit on by them before, and it’s scary, even for me.” Donghyuck closes his eyes, shuddering at the thought of it.  “And I’m not really planning on dealing with that bullshit again tonight so for god’s sake, go help your little boyfriend before he combusts, I have never seen him this uncomfortable before.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You whisper threateningly, already stalking towards the kitchen. You don’t catch the way Donghyuck smirks after you left, shaking his head softly. 

You eyes find Jisung the moment you step foot into the kitchen, his tall built making it much easier to spot him in a crowd. Donghyuck was right, your best friend looks like he could combust with just the push of a button, his face as red as a baboon’s butt you almost thought you saw smoke escaping his ears. There he stands in the corner of the kitchen, his body pressed against the kitchen cabinets awkwardly while he converses with two girls you don’t remember ever seeing before.

Fixing your dress, you look back up to see that Jisung’s gaze had landed on you, his eyes flashing SOS signals at you. You shrug and point towards the lobby, laughing silently when panic washes over his features. 

You decide to stop teasing him, padding over to him. “There you are, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” You put on the sweetest voice you can muster, gaining the attention of both girls. “Sorry, do you guys mind?”

“You can join us if you want.” One of the girls smile at you, stepping closer to Jisung in an attempt to make space for you. “What’s your name?”

“Baby?” You ignore the girl, tilting your head innocently at Jisung. “I need your help, Hyuck threw up all over my bag.”

“Yeah, yeah of course.” Jisung clears his throat, pushing past the girls to reach you. Nonchalantly, you slip your hand into his much bigger ones. 

“I’m Y/N.” You smile sweetly. “Sorry to ruin the conversation, but I really need my boyfriend’s help, do you guys mind?”

“Of course not.” The other girl who isn’t visibly gawking at your interlaced fingers respond, pointing at Jisung with her red solo cup. “You didn’t mention you’re taken.”

“I thought we were just having a friendly conversation.” Jisung chuckles, removing his hand from yours to wrap it around your waist instead, pulling you closer to him. You barely manage to bite back a gasp, your lips pulling into a tight smile when his fingertips grazes across your exposed skin. 

You pray that your best friend don’t notice your sudden uneven breathing. 

“Where is he?” Jisung asks and you tilt your head up at him, pointing towards the stairs that leads up to the games area. He nods, excusing himself politely before leading you out of the kitchen, practically dragging you up the stairs with how fast he was going.

“Thank god for you.” Jisung sighs, running his hand through his perfectly messy bangs, scanning the party room looking for your supposedly drunk friend. “Did Hyuck really throw up on your bag?” 

“No.” You shake your head. “Of course not, he was the one who asked me to save your ass.”

Jisung groans, trudging over to the empty chair beside the arcade machine and you hide the disappointment on your face when he removes his arm from you. “I almost had a heart attack.”

“It didn’t look as bad as what Hyuck made it out to be.” You snicker, leaning against the wall next to him. “You’re complaining about being lonely every single day and shy away whenever someone makes a move, how the fuck are you going to get yourself a girlfriend?”

“Oh, shut the fuck up, you’re doing the same.” Jisung scoffs, sending a dirty look your way. “We’re complete losers.”

“You are, I’m not.” You scowl, flicking his forehead pettily. “I’m going to get a drink, want one?”

“I’ll go with you.” Jisung mutters, following you to the DIY cocktail bar decorated with various kinds of alcohol and beer bottles. You rummage through the selection of tequila until you chance upon a half empty bottle of 1942, sniffing the contents before pouring it into two cups. 

“You look good.” Jisung speaks suddenly. “New dress? I’ve never seen it before.”

“Surprised that you even noticed.” You smile smugly, handing him his drink to which he takes a sip, nose scrunching up cutely at the burning sensation. With the heat creeping up your neck at his mere compliment, you knew you were down bad for your best friend.

“Do you wanna dance?” You ask, cocking your head to the side. Jisung looks over your shoulder down the stairs to the dance floor, face morphing into one of disgust. “There’s like, five people with their tongues down each other’s throat.”

“We can make out if you want to.” You tease, a mischievous glint in your eyes as the boy starts choking on air, thumping at his chest harshly to regain his breathing.

“Are you drunk?”

You shrug, holding your hands in front of you. “I count ten, and my vision isn’t blurry, so no, I’m definitely sober.”

“You’re crazy.” Jisung whispers. 

“Fine, I’ll go find someone else.” You grumble, lips jutted out in a pout as you turn your back on Jisung. “You’re no fun.”

Almost immediately, Jisung’s hand shoots out to encircle your wrist, tugging you back softly. “Where are you going?”

“To dance!” You yell out. Your best friend sighs, a lightbulb flicking on in his brain and he scans the fraternity wordlessly, pulling you along with him.

“I don’t know if you’re blind, but we’re suppose to be heading downstairs. Not up.”

Jisung only lets out a hum in response, striding towards the far end of the hallway and you practically had to jog to keep up with his pace. He looks out the glass door, pulling at the lock with his free hand and pushes it open, the sudden hit of the cold air making you shudder involuntarily. 

“Romantic, you want to kiss in private? I’m down.” You click your tongue proudly, smiling at the way Jisung groans, rolling his eyes so far back you thought they’d get stuck above his lids. “Y/N, you need to shut the fuck up.”

“Oh, you’re into insulting?” You wiggle your brows playfully, secretly enjoying the way the tip of his ears turn bright red at your constant teasing. “I can experiment with that, I’m pretty open to things.”

“You’re unbelievable.” Jisung whispers, pulling his phone out of his pocket to scroll through your spotify playlist, since you once complained that his only consisted solely of punk rock and heavy metal. 

“You still deal with me though.” You grin when Jisung opens his arms up and you step towards him without hesitation. His arms find purchase on your waist and yours on his shoulders, and he starts swaying gently. 

“Yeah, because no one else can.” He snorts and you resist the urge to kick him in the shin.

“It’s so quiet here.” Jisung breathes out, and you feel the movement of his chin on the top of your head. You crane your neck back to look at your lamp post of a  best friend, your heart picking up speed when he gazes back down at you softly.

“It is. It’s much nicer than being downstairs, you made a good choice.” 

If such a simple compliment can get Park Jisung smiling like how brightly he is right now, you’d shower him with compliments every single day.

“Are you cold?”

“Hmm?”

“You got goosebumps. You forgot your jacket again didn’t you?” Jisung mumbles, already shrugging off his own. 

“I left it downstairs... but sure.” The smell of Jisung’s cologne clouds your senses when he throws his oversized jacket around your shoulders and you quickly pull your arms through the sleeves.

With his jacket practically swallowing you and his tall frame enveloping your smaller one, you don’t think you’ve ever been warmer on a chilly night.

It took you long enough to realise that you’re hopelessly in love with Park Jisung.

“Oh my god, Y/N.” Jisung gasps suddenly, hastily tapping your shoulders. “I see her.”

You turn despite not wanting to, looking down over the edge of the balcony and you quickly spot the person that had caught Jisung’s attention. 

“She’s so pretty.” 

You hate the fact that you can’t bring yourself to agree with him. How selfish can you be, to want Jisung all for yourself when you broke his heart in the first place?

Fuck childhood feelings. If you had known that you’d end up falling for him, you wouldn’t have laughed at him in the first place.

Fuck childhood feelings. Out of everyone you could have chosen, why did it have to be the boy you once rejected?

Fuck childhood feelings, because the moment you fell in love with Jisung, he had fallen out of love with you. 

iii. truth or dare?

The second time Park Jisung confessed to you, it was after he accidentally became your first kiss.

What are 14 year old high school students but a bunch of rebels? Truth to be told, you had absolutely no idea that Jisung still has feelings for you, with how well he hid his emotions. 

It wasn’t until a few sips of cheap beer and a game of truth or dare that led to Jisung tipsily pressing his lips to yours. 

Never in a million years would you expect Park Jisung to pick dare. In all the years you’ve been friends with him, he had always stuck to choosing truth.

“Kiss the prettiest girl in the room.” Yuna had dared.

You remember sitting next to Jisung, thinking nothing about the question because you were so sure that he’ll be kissing someone else. You remember the way he grabs your face, his cold palms in contrast to your warm cheeks. You remember the way he closes the distance between your faces, the faint taste of alcohol dancing on your lips. 

You woke up the next morning with a huge migraine and a scolding from your Mother, because Jeno had apparently took the cans of beer from his parents stash, and they had came home to a bunch of giddly drunk teenagers.

You didn’t remember passing out or how you had even manage to make it back into your bed in the first place, but you did remember the kiss.

That day at school, you had dragged Jisung to the rooftop. 

“You kissed me.” 

“I know. I remember it.” Jisung whispers nervously, eyes fixated on the ground instead of yours.

“Why’d you do it?” You confront. “I thought we were friends.”

“I still like you.”

Your mouth goes dry at his confession.

Jisung takes your silence as a sign to continue. “I’ve always liked you. I know I told you I don’t anymore, that was a lie.”

The day after you had first rejected Jisung, he had found you crying behind the school. Apparently, his best friend had a girlfriend that even he didn’t knew about, and Jisung had whacked him in the face with his lego dinosaur after watching you run away when Chenle refused your confession.

He was planning to stay away from you. After all, you didn’t like him back, and it was his first time experiencing heartbreak. Despite all that, he couldn’t bear seeing you cry. 

Jisung had approached you carefully that day, his puzzle set in hand. He didn’t think that you’d agree to his offer to play that easily, the two of you completing the puzzle in less than an hour. From that day onwards, he broke the promise to himself of staying away from you. 

Fast forward five years later and Park Jisung was still hopelessly in love with you. To make things even worse, he became your best friend, and you two are practically glued at the hip. 

Jisung sometimes wonder if things would have been easier if he didn’t make the choice of approaching you. Maybe, it would have been much easier for him to get over you instead of falling even deeper.

“I don’t expect you to like me back. I never did.” Jisung laughs a dry laugh, kicking the rock next to his feet. “I just wanted to let it out, that’s all.”

“And about the kiss, I’m sorry if you were uncomfortable. I wasn’t thinking straight. I don’t think any of us were.”

“It’s okay.” You gulp, hands pressed firmly behind your back at the sudden change in atmosphere. “We didn’t know what we were doing.”

“Lunch is almost over, we should go back.” He smiles tightly, motioning towards the stairs. 

“Jisung,” You call out, stopping the boy in his tracks. He spins around, hopefulness written across his face as he waits for you to continue and you remember hating yourself for crushing his feelings.

“We’re still best friends, right?”

"Of course.” Jisung had nodded. “Come on, we’ll be late.”

Park Jisung tried so hard to fix the broken pieces of his heart that had once shattered, only for you to break it all over again.

iv. life is full of regrets 

Best friends tell each other everything. 

Sometimes, you wish that this rule didn’t apply to you and Jisung. 

“What is it?”

Jisung turns to you, swallowing the last of his popcorn. “Huh?”

You pause the latest episode of Buzzfeed Unsolved that’s currently playing on your television, shifting until you’re sitting cross-legged across your friend. “You didn’t get scared today, it’s like you’re not paying attention. Also, you’ve been bouncing your leg for the past 15 minutes. Spill it, what’s going on?”

Jisung sighs in defeat and you know that you’re right, that something is indeed bugging him. He sets the popcorn bowl down and turn so that he’s fully facing you. “How do you ask someone out?”

Oh.

“That’s what you’ve been thinking about for the past hour?”

The boy rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “I couldn’t help it.”

“I don’t think there’s anything for you to worry about.” You shrug, picking at the loose ends of your sweater. “Don’t do it over text though, it’ll be more sincere if you ask face to face.”

“And if she says no?”

“Then you move on. Besides, why will she? You’re too good of a catch.”

Jisung smiles softly, looking down at his lap. “The last time I asked you out, you said no.”

Your breath hitches in your throat and you lose the words you were going to say. 

If I told you I’d say yes now without hesitation, what will you do?

“You didn’t ask me out!” You defend, your voice cracking slightly. “You asked me to be your girlfriend, that’s completely different things.”

“Please, I was nine!” Jisung’s eyes widen, his voice raising an octave higher out of embarrassment. “How was I suppose to know?”

“Maybe I should have said yes.” You whisper, smiling at the memory of Jisung approaching you with pink cheeks. 

Jisung folds his arms, puffing his chest out playfully. “Oh, so you regret it now?”

You do regret it. So badly.

You regret not noticing the way Park Jisung holds the door open for you every time you leave the school for home. 

You regret how oblivious you were to his feelings, too busy gushing about your crush on the high school basketball captain to notice the way his face falls and how silent he becomes. 

Two days later, you receive a text from Jisung.

[3.42pm] ji : she said yes

A small, stupid part of you was still clinging onto the hope that perhaps, the person that he wanted to ask out was you. That maybe, just maybe, he still had feelings for you.

You don’t tell Jisung that you had been secretly wishing that she would say no.

Because that’s not how a best friend acts.

v. it’s just me playing pretend 

If you were to tell your younger self that you’ll one day be bothered seeing Park Jisung with another girl, you would have laughed at yourself.

Heck, you didn’t even think that it was possible for you to get this visibly upset.

The first time you started having feelings for Jisung was on your 16th birthday.

You had bombed your chemistry test that day and wasn’t in the mood to celebrate. And being the best friend he is, Park Jisung had barged into your room after getting your Mother’s permission, balancing a chocolate cake in hand. Not only did he not remove the price tag to the dessert, but you also found out that he had gotten it because it was on sale and he was a broke ass high school student.

You both ate yourself sick that night.

You ended up on your bedroom floor, talking about anything and everything and you must have said something funny because you remember Jisung laughing so brightly.

You’ve heard Park Jisung laugh a million times. So why is your heart picking up speed at the way he doubles over in laughter, his eyes squeezed shut while he tries to catch his breath?

You thought that maybe it was just a one time thing, that you were just feeling emotional because of how much he actually cares about you.

It wasn’t a one time thing, things just went downhill from there.

You started noticing the smallest thing about him. Like his habit of puffing his cheeks when he’s trying to concentrate, and you thought that he looked absolutely adorable. And the way you could visibly tell when he gets nervous, because the tips of his ears turn so red.

You knew you were fucked when everything Jisung does, you found it endearing.

“Are you really planning to stay here for the entire night?”

“It’s a nice spot.” You reason, running your finger across the rim of your shot glass. 

“Remember the guy from council? The one you accidentally spilled water on last week?” Ryujin whispers, nudging your arm. “He’s been looking at you for awhile now.”

You can only nod, glancing up to said guy to indeed find him already staring at you. You return his smile, raising your cup in a silent toast, scrunching your face up when the cold liquid hits the back of your throat. “Cool, and what do you want me to do about it?”

“I’m giving you options.” Your classmate says, slamming her palm flat against the table. “I walk into a party and find you sitting here alone, why? Just because the person you happen to be in love with is having the time of his life with another girl?”

“Anyways, he’s coming over. Remember what I said, you can literally pull any guy you want, so stop sulking over Jisung.” 

Ryujin gets up to leave, not without patting your back comfortingly to which you smile at her in appreciation. Not even a minute later, a guy slides into the seat that was once occupied by your friend. 

“Hi.”

“Hey.” You plaster a smile, sliding him a shot glass that you have miraculously not emptied the contents of yet. He gladly accepts your offer, downing the entire thing in one shot. 

“You’re here alone?” He asks. “I see you’ve been sitting here for the longest time.”

“I came with my friends actually.” You chuckle, leaning back against your seat to get a better look at him. You don’t deny that he’s attractive. Compared to last week, he looks much more put together, a few pieces of his hair falling into his face and his muscles flexing slightly under his white button up. 

“I don’t see them around though?” He makes an attempt to look around, trying to spot any of your said friends. “Why would they leave a pretty girl all by herself?”

You feel your lips curl upwards at his comment. “I kind of needed to be alone. I’m not exactly feeling the best.”

At your confession, he scoots closer to you, hands folded across the table as he leans just a tad closer to you.

“I can make you feel better.”

Your heart picks up speed at his offer.

In normal circumstances, you would have rejected politely.

“Thank you, but I think I’ll go look for my friends now.”

Not today.

Maybe it was the alcohol buzzing in your system that you can’t seem to think straight. Or maybe it’s the fact that you’re so desperately trying to forget the fact that Jisung’s asking her to be his girlfriend tonight.

You hate admitting that it’s because of the latter that your back is against the bathroom wall, your lips pressing hungrily against a guy whose name you don’t even know.

Your breathing becomes heavier when he attaches his mouth to your neck, his breath hot against your skin. You squeeze your eyes shut, arms sliding across his neck and you force yourself to focus on his hands roaming your sides, instead of a boy named Park Jisung.

Until, the door that you supposedly thought you had locked swings open, and in all glory, there stands the last person you wanted to see tonight.

“Oh fuck- Y/N?”

You stare at Jisung dumbfoundedly, his eyes darting wildly between you and the guy. His mouth opens and closes repeatedly, trying to find the right words to say but coming up with nothing.

“Sorry.” He finally says, slamming the door shut.

“You know him?” The guy asks, turning back to you. You can only nod weakly, mumbling something about Jisung being one of your friends. He hums in response, tightening the grip on your hips as he dips his head back down to your neck and you all of a sudden feel the need to get as far away as possible because, what the fuck are you doing?

“Wait, sorry.” You squeak out, backing away from his touch. “Can we stop?”

“Seriously?”

You nod, shoving at his chest and he begrudgingly lets go of you. Whispering another apology, you make a beeline for the door. Your brain screams at you to get the fuck out of the frat house for some fresh air and you do, pushing through the crowd towards the entrance.

“You're insane.” You whisper to yourself once you’re outside, falling onto a bench opposite the fraternity. You groan softly, burying your head in your hands. 

It took you exactly one month to get over Zhong Chenle. Four months for your stupid crush on the basketball captain. 

So why can’t you get over Jisung?

“Y/N.”

You freeze when you hear your name. 

You’d recognise that voice anywhere.

You lift your head to find Jisung standing in front of you, hands shoved into his pockets as he waits for you to look at him. It takes him one second to register the glisten of your eyes and he plops down next to you on the bench, eyeing you worriedly.

“What’s wrong?”

I think I’m in love with you, that’s what’s wrong.

“Nothing.” You lie, blinking back tears. “I’m just tired.”

“Why are you lying to me?” Jisung prods. It’s times like this that you hate how he can read you like an open book. You’ve fought about this twice before. Jisung once said that he hates seeing you upset, and he wouldn’t stop until you’ve either confided in him or at least, let him know what the problem is. You on the other hand, absolutely hated talking about your problems. Locking yourself in your room and convincing yourself that you had overexaggerated the issue was your solution.

“I’m not lying.” You deny weakly. 

“Then look me in the eyes and tell me you’re not.” Jisung pushes further. God, why can’t he just leave you alone?

“Y/N,” He tries again, softer this time. “You can tell me anything.”

A new wave of tears resurface and you involuntarily let out a mangled sob. You can tell from the way Jisung straightens up that he had heard your cry, his fingers curling and uncurling on his lap.

“Are you crying? Oh god...” He breathes out, tugging at his hair helplessly. “Why are you crying? Did that guy back there touch you inappropriately? Y/N please, talk to me.”

“Stop being so nice to me.” You choke out, wiping at your cheeks. “I don’t deserve it.”

Jisung frowns, his face twisted into one of confusion. “What are you talking about? I’m your friend, why are you-”

“I like you.”

Jisung’s voice gets caught in his throat, a small sound escaping his lips. You can almost hear the gears in his head halting abruptly at your confession. 

That’s it. You’ve said it.

“I have for three years now.”

vi. best friends forever 

Three weeks later, you finally find the courage to talk to Jisung.

[10.47am] you : can we talk?

[10.50am] ji : i’m ending class in 15 minutes, meet you at the park.

You’ve left Jisung alone at the party that night, telling him that you’d text him when you’re ready. Too shocked for words, he had agreed.

You later on learn from Donghyuck that Jisung had asked the girl to be his girlfriend.

She said yes, not that you’re surprised.

You still manage to catch Jisung occasionally on campus. Sometimes alone, rushing to the lecture theatre, his hair resembling that of your broom. Other times, he’s with her. 

You don’t think you’ve ever seen him this happy before. With an arm around her shoulders and his head thrown back while he laughs, it finally dawns on you that you’d never be the reason Park Jisung smiles this bright.

Maybe, you used to be the reason.

Instead of making him smile however, you had made him cry.

“Hey.” Jisung greets, bending over to catch his breath after sprinting the entire way here. “Sorry, I’m late.”

“It’s okay.” You smile, patting the empty space next to you. Jisung shrugs off his bag and you hand him his usual coffee order, to which he happily accepts after thanking you.

“I owe you an apology.” You start. “I was being an asshole, a really selfish one.”

“Don’t say that.” Jisung responds softly. “You did nothing wrong.”

You pull your knees up to your chest, picking at a dried leaf that had fallen from the tree above. “Is this what it felt like? I hate to tell you this, but it hurts. Really bad.”

“Did I hurt you this bad?”

Jisung stiffens, staring straight ahead. He draws in a shaky breath and nods hesitantly. 

“You did. It hurt really fucking badly. I hated basketball because of you.”

You laugh at his confession.

"I didn’t expect to fall for you in the first place.” You admit. “I thought I was just comfortable with you, because you know me so well and you care for me almost as well as my parents. But then my heart starts beating like crazy around you all the fucking time and I overthink about the way you fix my hair back into place or how you willingly give me your hoodie all the time.”

“I never used to think so much about those. And that’s when I figured... that I might be in love with you.”

Jisung doesn’t say anything and you take his silence as a cue to continue. “I know that you feel nothing for me anymore.” You smile bitterly. “And I know that I shouldn’t have said anything to you. I have never once deserved you.”

“I’m sorry. I should have never hurt you.”

“It was my choice when I fell in love with you.” Jisung answers quietly, toying with the lid of his coffee cup. “You didn’t force me to, and you don’t have to apologise because you rejected me. If anything, that’s what you were suppose to do. It would have hurt so much more if you had pretended to be in love with me.” 

You wanted to say that you don’t have to pretend. That you are in love with him.

But you don’t.

Instead, you change the topic to a lighter one.

“Does she treat you well?” You ask, finding yourself smiling unconsciously when Jisung’s cheeks turns a shade of light pink at the mention of his girlfriend. 

“Yeah, she’s great.” He says shyly. “I can go on, but I don’t want to bore you with it.”

You hum softly. “Try me.”

Park Jisung is hopelessly in love with someone, but that someone isn’t you.

Though this time, you can live with it.

You’d do anything it takes to see Jisung so happy. Including getting over your own feelings.

“We’re still best friends right?” Jisung asks, and you chuckle at the irony of the question. The same question you had once asked him.

“Don’t even think about it. You’re stuck with me forever.”

vii. dare or dare?

“This is a bad idea.”

Jisung looks at you with wide eyes, silently pleading for you to go easy on him. He had already protested against the idea of playing dare or dare, arguing about the lack of choice the stupid game displays. Now that the bottle had landed on him and you happen to be the one giving the dare, he can only hope that you’d have at least the slightest conscience to help him out.

A cheeky grin spreads across your lips and you let out a long hum, pretending as if you’re having difficulty coming up with a good dare for him to execute. Beside you, Lee Donghyuck groans loudly at how long you are taking, yelling out that he will choose the dare instead.

You don’t miss how Jisung panics, screaming at Donghyuck to sit the fuck down. There’s no way he’s letting him pick the dare. The last time they played, Jaemin was blowing out paprika powder from his nose for two days straight. 

“Y/N, hurry please.”

“Okay, okay, I got one.” You clap your hands together proudly, leaning forward into the circle of your group of your friends. “I dare you...”

“To kiss the prettiest girl in the room.”

Heat flushes across Jisung’s cheeks and they immediately turn bright red, and you almost coo at how idiotically in love him and his girlfriend looks. 

This time, you cheer genuinely when he takes her face in his palms, closing the distance to press his lips softly against hers.

This time, you accept the fact that there’s no right or wrong when it comes to loving someone.

Park Jisung fell in love with you a tad too early.

You fell in love with him a tad too late.

Maybe in another life, you both fell in love at the right time. 

This time however, your love for him continues as a best friend.

Nothing more, nothing less.

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[sluttywonwoo]

adante, andante || j.ww x reader

Summary: when in greece… you lose your virginity to your best friend?? that’s how the saying goes, right??? (based off of the song andante, andante from mamma mia! here we go again)

Warnings: swearing, smut

Word Count: 3.1k

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Waves lapped at the side of the boat gently as it rocked on the salty Mediterranean Sea, tugging at its anchor deep below the surface. The blazing sun was warming everything it touched, you included, and if it wasn’t for what was happening on top of the boat right now it probably would have lulled you to sleep a long time ago.

Wonwoo was laying in between your legs, leaving wistful kisses along your neck and collarbone. You moaned lowly and turned your head to the side to give him more access as he continued to explore your body with his mouth and hands. He pulled at your bikini straps with his teeth playfully as you tangled your hands in his still-damp curls.

“Wonwoo,” you panted breathlessly, not wanting to stop but knowing you had to.

“Hm?” He looked up eagerly, lips pinker than usual, warm brown eyes darker than you’d ever seen them.

“I- you know I’m a virgin, right?”

Your best friend swallowed and then nodded hesitantly. “Shit, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have… I should’ve realized.”

You weren’t quite sure what to say. “I, um, just thought you should know.”

He nodded again and wiped his hands on his swim trunks nervously. “Yeah, no thanks for telling me. I was being stupid I shouldn’t have-“

“No, I liked it,” you blurted, perhaps a little too quickly.

Wonwoo chuckled and ran a hand through his hair, looking you up and down. You noted with a hint of a smile how even though his hair was wet, curls still stuck out in the back.

“I liked it too.”

“We… don’t have to stop,” you said softly.

Wonwoo raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise at the offer. “Are you sure?”

“Only if you want to.”

His eyes darkened and he grinned, suddenly much more confident than he had been a few moments ago.  “Oh, I want to.”

You smiled and lounged back on the deck as he leaned forward over you and pressed his lips to yours once again. He tasted like salt and champagne, with just a hint of orange juice. An odd combination, but addicting nonetheless.

You wondered if the mimosas you had shared earlier lingered on your lips too, or if the salt water overpowered it and had erased any trace of the fruity drinks.

Wonwoo thrust his hips up against you ever so slightly and you whined into another kiss, silently begging him to do it again. It wasn’t much, but the tiny bit of friction the movement did offer was delicious and you needed more of it.

As if he could read your mind, he repeated the motion, deeper this time so that the two of you were flush against each other. The only thing that separated you for that brief moment was the fabric of your swimsuits.

You could feel him through his shorts, already half hard. You ached to touch him, to make him feel good, but nerves held you back. You’d never done any of this after all- well you’d tried blowing your ex-boyfriend once in a parking lot after a movie, but you choked. Literally. You had been completely unprepared and ended up nearly throwing up on his dick after going too far, too fast. After that, you swore you’d never try it ever again, but now your mouth was watering at the thought of having Wonwoo in your mouth. Still, you weren’t sure if you had the courage.

“Fuck.”

“What is it, love?” Wonwoo asked, lifting his head. His eyes still held that same intensity, but his expression betrayed a touch of concern.

“Keep doing that,” you gasped.

“What, this?” he asked and thrust toward you again.

“Yes.”

Wonwoo chuckled.

“What?”

“Nothing!”

“No, why are you laughing?” You pouted.

“Because we’re just- I mean we’re dry humping, essentially,” he explained. “You haven’t seen anything yet, baby.” He reached a hand behind your back and pulled the remaining string that was holding your bikini top up loose. “I mean, if I’m making you feel this good now, imagine what I can do when I’m actually touching you.”

Somewhere along the line your best friend’s goofy demeanor had fallen away and been replaced with this cocky attitude and you didn’t mind one bit.

You let the hand that was still holding your bikini to your chest fall to the side, and with it the top.

“Jesus Christ,” Wonwoo mumbled to himself as he stared.

You rolled your eyes. “C’mon, you’ve seen boobs before.”

“Not yours.”

You wanted to roll your eyes again, ask him how often that line worked on other girls, but truth be told it was working like a fucking charm on you. You had to look away and bite your lip to keep from smiling like an idiot.

Wonwoo reached out and trailed a finger down your now-exposed chest in awe. He brought his hand back up and ever so lightly brushed the tip of his thumb over one of your nipples, repeating the motion with more pressure when you moaned his name.

His breath caught in his throat as your nipples perked under his fingers, pinching them gently. He lowered his head down to your chest and replaced one of the hands on your tits with his mouth.

You whimpered and arched up toward him as he nipped at your sensitive skin with his teeth, sending tingles down your spine.

You had never been touched like this by anybody. You’d given yourself a hand (or rather, a couple of fingers) before, of course, but it was nothing compared to this.

Wonwoo’s hands traveled down to your waist where the hem of your bathing suit bottoms rested on your hips. He tugged at them impatiently.

“Lift up for me, baby,” he ordered softly.

You did as you were told and let him take them off. He twirled them around on a finger, smirking at you before tossing them off to the side.

“Idiot,” you scoffed.

“You know you love me.”

“Yeah, I do.”

He paused for a second, almost like he was surprised by your answer, but shook it off. His gaze traveled down your body to between your legs and locked there.

“Shit, y/n,” he gulped.

“What? What is it?” you asked nervously, hoping he wasn’t seeing something he didn’t like. Maybe not all pussies looked like that- but no, you’d watched porn before. That couldn’t be it. “Wonwoo?” you tried again, nudging him with your knee.

“Sorry.” He blinked and looked back up at you. “You just, you’re really…”

“Use your words, Wonwoo,” you teased.

“I really wanna taste you,” he admitted weakly, then cleared his throat to compose himself. “But we can do that another time. I don’t want to push you, especially since it’s your first time.”

You just nodded along as his words echoed in your head.

I really wanna taste you.

Another time.

He’d want to do this again? He’d want you again?

“I’m gonna start with two fingers, okay?”

Wonwoo’s voice snapped you out of your daze and you focused back in on him holding his middle and ring finger up for you to see.

“Okay.” Your voice wavered as you spoke.

“I’ll go slow,” he promised.

You stared at the clouds above you and took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. You flinched when you felt him touch you for the first time. He froze and looked back up at your face to gauge your reaction.

“Sorry,” you whispered hoarsely.

“Don’t apologize,” he chuckled. “Fuck, y/n, you’re so wet,” he said and held up his hand so that you could see your own arousal glistening on his fingers in the sunlight.

You squeezed your eyes shut in embarrassment. “I’m sorry!”

“What did I just say about apologizing?” “S-” Wonwoo glared at you, knowing you were about to apologize for apologizing. “Force of habit,” you mumbled.

“Never apologize for being turned on. It’s hot,” he said and brought his fingers up to his mouth. You thought back to a few seconds ago when he said he was desperate to taste you and watched as he licked your wetness off of his hand. “Sorry, couldn’t help myself.”

“What did you just say about apologizing?” you mocked, unable to say anything else about the comment he just made.

He rolled his eyes at you like he always did, but positioned his hand at your entrance anyway. He leaned down to kiss you again as he finally slid the two fingers into you. You moaned in relief at the feeling.

Wonwoo kept his fingers in place, letting you adjust to having them inside of you. You kind of wanted him to keep them there forever, not moving, just like they were, but you knew he was getting impatient too.

You moved your hips a little, signaling him to move as well and he was happy to oblige. He went slow, like he had promised, moving his fingers in a “come hither” motion.

“Fuck,” you gasped and let your head fall back. “Fuck, Wonwoo, please.”

“Please what?”

“Please…” you trailed off, your thoughts too jumbled to form a coherent sentence.

Your best friend took mercy on you and curled his fingers up further, pushing into you all the way to his knuckles. You cried out when he brushed against your g-spot for the first time and clenched your hands by your sides, mumbling profanities under your breath.

He praised you as he helped you fall apart, your name tumbling from his lips followed by ‘good girl’.

His fingers were definitely bigger than yours, longer too, and you wondered to yourself why the two of you hadn’t started doing this earlier.

You opened your eyes briefly to look at his face, flushed pink, brows furrowed in concentration. His eyes were darker than you had ever seen them, nearly black like the sea at dusk, a striking antithesis to the dazzling blue ocean beneath you.

“Wonwoo, wait,” you panted and reached out for the hand that wasn’t currently inside of you.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No, no it’s not that,” you stammered as you tried to catch your breath. “I just,” you paused, suddenly embarrassed. “I’m just close.”

“Oh.” His eyes widened with realization. “So did you want me to keep going or-”

You shook your head. “I want you.”

Wonwoo nodded, swallowed nervously, and pulled his fingers out of you slowly. He pushed himself up into a kneeling position and shimmied out of his swim shorts.

It was your turn to stare. You’d never seen your best friend naked before. To be fair, the boy was shirtless around you all the time, but that wasn’t the same as being butt-ass naked in front of you like he was now.

There were those butterflies again, fluttering around in your chest and stomach relentlessly. Something about the way Wonwoo was looking at you, something about the intimacy of the moment made your heart skip a beat.

You had never really let yourself think about how, uhm… well-off your best friend was, but now that his dick was literally staring you in the face you knew your estimate would have been way off anyway. Wonwoo always talked a big game, but you didn’t think he’d actually have the capability to back it up.

“My eyes are up here,” Wonwoo teased, making heat rush to your face. He lowered himself back over you with a smirk and pushed your hair out of your face delicately. “Are you sure about this?”

You nodded. “I’m sure if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure if you’re sure,” he repeated and grinned.

“Just do it already,” you groaned and rolled your eyes.

“Wow, so romantic,” he scoffed as he lined himself up. “Are you ready?”

You nodded again, suddenly overcome with nerves. You’d been doing so well, why were you freaking out now? You took a deep breath and reminded yourself that you trusted Wonwoo more than anyone you knew, he was your best friend and would never do anything to hurt you. You didn’t want to experience this with anyone else.

“I’m a little nervous,” you admitted. “Can you go slow?” Like before?

His eyes softened at your request and he nodded. “I’ll go as slow as you want, y/n. We can stop whenever. Just tell me what you need.”

You tensed, braced yourself for the stretch- for the pain you’d heard about all your life, but it never came. He pushed himself into you at an agonizing pace, pausing every inch or so to give you time to get used to the feeling. The sensation was new, but it wasn’t bad. Your body felt warm all over and the only way to describe what you were feeling was full.

Wonwoo’s head fell back and he cursed, hips jerking instinctively. You squeaked out a sound you didn’t know you were capable of making and laughed.

“Fuck, sorry,” he apologized.

“Don’t worry about it,” you said breathlessly, smiling up at your best friend reassuringly.

“You okay?”

“Never better.”

“Are you hurting?” he pressed, rubbing his thumb along your cheek.

“No, feels good.”

“You’ll tell me if it doesn’t, right?”

“Yes, Wonwoo,” you sighed impatiently. “Less talking, more fucking.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “As you wish.”

You groaned. “Don’t go all Princess Bride on me while we’re having sex, I’m already turned on enough.”

“Get used to disappointment.”

You pursed your lips and turned your head to the side to keep from laughing. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. He retaliated by leaning down and peppering kisses all over your face and neck, breaking your resolve.

“Okay, okay!” you cried.

“There’s a shortage of perfect breasts in this world,” he whispered in between kisses. “It would be a pity to damage yours.”

“You’re not even using context! How many fucking times have you seen this movie?”

He shrugged. “Too many to count.”

“Oh, so not very many then?”

“Fuck you!”

“You already are.”

“You get on my fucking nerves,” he growled.

“What are you gonna do about it?” you challenged, biting your bottom lip.

“I think you already know the answer to that.” He clenched his jaw and put a hand on your thigh to steady himself. “Are you good to keep going?”

“God, yes. Please move.”

“All you had to do was ask nicely, baby.”

Despite his cockiness he set a painstaking pace. He thrust into you gently, gauging your reaction each time. Lust and patience were both reflected in his eyes, wrestling for control. You couldn’t look away even if you wanted to. He was so fucking beautiful and he was yours, if but for a moment.

“Is this alright?” he asked in a strained voice.

You wanted to tell him to go faster, beg him to fuck you harder, but the words wouldn’t come. You were already too far gone to string together thoughts, let alone coherent sentences.

“Is that a yes?”

You managed to lift your arm and give him a thumbs up.

“I can slow down if you want,” he offered.

“No!” you choked out desperately.

“Do you want me… to go faster?”

“P-please.”

“Fuck, okay, I can do that,” he said, not sounding entirely confident about it.

Your mouth fell open and your eyes rolled back as he gradually built momentum until he was just shy of railing you like a pornstar.  

“Fuck, y/n, your cunt is so goddamn tight.”

You thought you were going to have a stroke hearing the filthy words that were coming out of your best friend’s mouth, and felt yourself clench around his cock.

“Are you close?” Wonwoo panted as his thrusts started getting sloppier.

He obviously wanted you to finish first, but you could tell he was already teetering on the edge. His muscles were taut with restraint and sweat gathered on his brow as he concentrated on holding off.

With a shaky hand he used his thumb to massage your clit, applying just enough pressure to drive you crazy.

“Yes, yes, yes, Wonwoo, I’m so close- I’m-I’m gonna cum,” you whined, feeling yourself start to tip over the edge.

But just before you could, Wonwoo pulled out and finished on your stomach with a moan of your name as streaks of white painted your skin.

He looked so pretty getting off like that that you couldn’t even be mad. The way his whole body tensed in anticipation and his face scrunched up in pleasure, the way his mouth fell open and his bottom lip trembled as he lost himself … you’d be replaying the image in your head for days.

Wonwoo hadn’t even caught his breath before his attention was back on you. He used the same two fingers from before to replace his dick and curled them up towards your g-spot, hitting it over and over and over again until you were falling apart.

Your thighs tightened around Wonwoo’s arm as you came on his fingers and begged him not to stop.

When you came down from your high it took you a second just to remember your own name, not to mention where the fuck you were.

“I’m so sorry,” Wonwoo blurted out. “It was your first time you should’ve cum first, but then you said my name and I couldn’t-”

“Wonwoo, it’s fine,” you assured him and kissed him lightly on the cheek. “It was perfect.”

“No it wasn’t! I wanted it to be special for you.”

“How many people get to lose their virginity on a boat in Greece to their best friend? Sounds pretty special to me.”

“I guess,” he mumbled.

You rolled your eyes. “If it’ll make you feel better, I’ll let you make me cum as many times as you want tonight.”

“You’ll have to be quiet,” he reminded you. “Do you think you can do that?”

You had almost forgotten about Jihoon, Seokmin, and your other friends waiting for you back at the resort. They had all made a last-minute decision not to do the boat trip, electing instead to spend the day by the pool. You and Wonwoo were the only ones too stubborn to cancel the reservation.

It made you wonder what would have happened if the others hadn’t stayed back. If you and Wonwoo weren’t alone on the boat, would you have ever slept together? Would another opportunity have come up, or would you have spent the rest of your life as best friends and nothing more? Were you anything more now?

“Do you think they’ll know?” you asked as pulled your bikini bottoms back on.

“That we slept together?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

“If they don’t figure it out when we get back, I’m sure they’ll get the hint by tomorrow morning.”

“And why’s that?” You raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

“Hotel walls are notoriously thin.”

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[ptergwen]

If you do smut can you do like stark!reader x peter parker (spiderman) are dating 3-4 month and y/n and peter had their very fluff first time then next morning y/n has hickies all over her neck and her thights stomach... and tony/ her dad sees it and is confronting them with it😂 i love your stories 🤤

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w/c: 2.5k

warnings: veryyyy suggestive, swearing, some pretty embarrassing moments

a/n: thank you babe! i didn’t write the actual smut but y’all can guess what happened 😭 also this is super long i couldn’t help myself

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it was everything. it was everything you ever wanted your first time to be and more.

you’d brought up to peter during a make out session one night that you were ready to go farther than you two already have. there was one base you didn’t hit yet. the fourth, the final. you were thinking about it for a while before that, and peter would be lying if he said he didn’t.

your love has always been physical, whether it’s you kissing peter’s cuts after a mission or him tracing hearts on you with his fingers. there’s also the more sexual side of things. that part, you both enjoy just as much, maybe even a little more because you know exactly how to make each other feel good after all the trial and error.

what better way to combine the two than, well, making love?

last night was your sign from the universe, your go ahead to do it. you had the compound to yourselves because your dad had taken all the “big kids” out for the night. you’re both well into college, but he refuses to see you as adults. that meant no peter and no you. you two were a little offended until you realized you could make use of your alone time.

you started off searching for a movie. that turned into you wrestling peter for the remote because you didn’t feel like watching back to the furure yet again. wrestling turned into you on top of him, which turned into you kissing him, which turned into peter throwing the remote somewhere and carrying you up to your room with his lips still on yours.

neither of you had to say it. you were on the same page, same wavelength, two brains in one as peter layed you down and trailed his kisses lower and lower.

peter was so gentle with you, except for when you told him not to be. those were the times he didn’t hold back. he was attentive and sweet and showed you quite a few times how much he loves you. you showed him just the same. yeah, it was really everything.

“morning, baby. you awake yet?” peter hums against the shell of your ear, arms wound comfortably around you. “kinda,” you mumble back with a goofy smile. he presses his lips to your ear and nuzzles his face in the side of your neck. “kinda... how’d you sleep?” you can hear the grin in his voice. his nose nudges your bare skin where a fresh hickey lies and makes you scrunch your own up.

“good, really good. always love sleeping with you.” you’re both aware of the alternate meaning that has now. “funny,” peter lets out a breathy laugh against you and brushes his thumb over your stomach where your shirt got ridden up. you sigh, enjoying his soft touch and reaching behind you to play with his curls. they’re a lot messier than usual from you tugging on them all last night.

peter removes his face from your neck and carefully turns you onto your other side. you’re facing him now, eyes trained on his concerned expression. “hey, just wanna check. how are you feeling? still sore?” a tiny smile stretches your face. he really does care about you and how you feel after everything. you know for a fact most other guys wouldn’t.

“i mean, yeah. you were... it was a lot, but i’ll be fine in a few days i think.” the mention of peter being a lot makes color rush to his face. you laugh quietly at that, cupping one of his cheeks that’s turning pink. “oh. i, um, i didn’t know that. sorry.” he smiles shyly as you smooth your thumb over his warm skin. “don’t be. it wasn’t as bad after i... adjusted a little,” you reassure him, making him lean into your palm.

“i really am sorry, y/n/n. can i make it up to you?” peter checks with you, eyes going up from yours to down your body. he hooks a finger in the waistband of your pajama shorts. “make you feel better?” the way he finishes his question with a bite of his lip is definitely tempting. so is your stomach yelling at you to put some food in it. you’ll have to wait.

“later. right now, you can make me breakfast,” you beam at him and take his hand. peter pushes his palm against yours, letting you lace your fingers together as he puffs some air out of his cheeks. “yeah, that’s gonna go well.” “i’m supervising. it will.” you capture his lips in a kiss, one he instantly reciprocates, free hand resting on your hip. just as it’s heating up, you break it.

“i’m hungry for actual food,” you giggle and roll out of his embrace. “ok, ok, ok. let’s go see what we have,” peter gives in with a chuckle, grabbing the same hand he was just holding and following you down to the kitchen.

he ends up popping some frozen waffles into the toaster, you sitting up on the counter with your phone out while he struggles through the different settings. “should i put it on bake? no, that doesn’t sound right,” he talks to himself with eyes squinted in concentration. “your dad made this thing so... detailed.” it’s an old stark industries toaster, one with options you probably don’t even need.

“yeah because he loves his toast, so maybe don’t break it. he’ll kill you or something,” you half playfully half seriously suggest. peter is one clumsy guy. he tsks at you and crouches down to read the words on the dial. there’s conveniently a setting for waffles, so he hits that one. he’s not sure how he hadn’t noticed it before.

since he’s down there, he takes one of your ankles in both hands and starts to kiss up your leg. it tickles when he gets to your knee, drawing a giggle out of you, but your phone still blocks his face. you’re doing it on purpose. “baby,” peter tries to get your attention in a soft voice. he presses a couple more kisses to your knee. you have to hold your breath so you don’t laugh again.

“baby girllll,” peter drags out, lips moving up your thigh. he nudges your phone with his nose much like a puppy would. “aye, i’m talkin’ to you here,” he says in a fake new york accent. you finally put it down next to you. “i’m listening.” you’re giving him a satisfied smile as he goes back to kissing you.

“just saying hi,” he looks up at you and moves your shorts aside while he kisses further and further to where you want. you scoot closer to him on the counter.

that’s when he stops. not only stops, gasps in horror. “what?” you ask quickly, his eyes fixed on your inner thighs. “i kind of, uh, marked you up. like, a lot.” he runs a finger gently over the bruised skin. you’re suddenly very aware of it now. it doesn’t exactly hurt, just feels bumpy and weird. you peer down at yourself to see the damage, eyes going wide.

“shit... they’re on my neck, too,” you remember, murmuring to him. you’ll have to cover these up before everyone gets home. worry flashes across peter’s face. “oh my god, i didn’t even realize. it- it was dark and you told me-“ “pete, it’s okay. it’s pretty hot,” you stop his rambling, reaching down and putting a hand on his shoulder. he frowns up at you.

“really? are you sure i didn’t go too far? because you can tell me.” you’ve always appreciated how much peter genuienly values your thoughts on things, in the bedroom and in other parts of your relationship. it does lead to a lot of second guessing, though. you squeeze his shoulder and let out a breath. “i’m sure, okay? it’s really not that serious. i’ll just change so no one can see.”

peter winds an arm around one of your legs, body relaxing ever so slightly under your touch. “okay.” he gives your thigh one final kiss, then rests his chin on it. “what about your neck?” “uh...” you hadn’t considered that yet. “makeup? a scarf?” you’ve seen enough tv to know neither of those work, but they’re your only options.

“yup. mr. stark is really gonna kill me now,” peter says under his breath, tensing up all over again. you furrow your eyebrows at him. “what? we’re literally grown adults, we can do whatever we want-“

tony claps loudly as he steps into the kitchen, announcing his return home. peter jumps up from between your legs faster than fast. he moves so he’s next to you, and you hop down from the counter.

“hello, daughter of mine. spider of man,” your dad greets you two, you pulling down your shorts with a plastered on smile. “or would it be man of spider?” he plucks an apple from the bowl on the table as he ponders his question. steve and wanda file into the room next. “second one,” peter replies, grinning a little too much to be normal. tony takes note of that.

wanda comes over to the fridge for a snack, which is close to where you and peter are. “how was last night?” you ask her to take the attention off you two. wanda settles on a yogurt and turns to you. “it was good. we shared a few hotel rooms, had our own party.” she glances over at peter, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “seems like you two had a fun night of your own.”

peter’s mouth drops open. “how did you-“ he forgot she could read his mind and now knows everything that happened. you slap a hand over your forehead. “you couldn’t think about anything else? for, like, a minute?” you whisper yell at him. he uses his eyes to plead with you. “i’m sorry! i was looking at the hickeys-“ he realizes what he’s saying. “crap.”

shooting you a wink, wanda shuts the fridge and goes to join the rest of the team in the living room. lucky for you and peter, steve started lecturing tony about washing his fruit before he eats it. he didn’t hear any of that. there’s still the problem of your visible hickeys that you have zero seconds to hide.

“how the fuck am i supposed to cover these? they’re right in the center, peter!” you panic, your heart starting to race as peter fumbles for a dish towel. that’s the best he could come up with? “no!” you toss it back at him. he throws it on the counter with a pained look. tony and steve make their way over to you.

“oh, hush. a couple of deadly pesticides won’t shake me, stevey boy,” tony insists and takes another big bite of his apple. steve huffs in disapproval and crosses his arms. “you’re a big baby, tony. if you’re not gonna do the right thing, at least buy organic-“ with the world’s longest sigh, tony chucks his apple into the open garbage can.

“there. no more apple discourse.” steve shakes his head at your dad’s behavior. “that was a waste. you could’ve finished it.” “not with your nagging into my literal ear.” steve raises his hands in surrender before making his way out of the kitchen. tony side steps past him and over to you. “enough of that now. let’s have a welcome home hug from my girl.”

you share a look with peter, a look of pure fear that’s in both of your eyes. he’ll definitely notice the hickeys if he gets that close to you. he holds out his arms expectantly while peter scratches the back of his own neck. “sure, dad. welcome home.” an awkward smile on your lips, you bury your face in your dad’s chest and wrap your arms around him in one motion. this way, he didn’t have time to see you from too close up.

peter exhales in relief at the narrowly avoided disaster. that’s until tony makes a request. “missed me that much, kiddo, huh? come out of there.” “but, i’m so comfortable. i wanna stay like this,” you insist, a niceness to your voice tony immediately sees through. he drops his arms from around you, eyeing peter suspiciously, who averts his gaze to the floor.

“nuh uh, you did something. both of you,” your dad states, taking a step to stand between you and peter. peter gulps down a breath before speaking. “mr. stark, it was-“ tony holds up a hand. “don’t worry, kid. i’ll figure it out.”

he gives peter a proper stare, searching him for clues of some sort. it’s a good thing he isn’t wanda because the details of your night would have been exposed. he couldn’t find anything, so now it’s your turn. he’s a little disappointed you’re the one hiding something.

“oh, y/n. not you,” tony sighs as he gives you a looking over. he starts with your face, your eyes following down as his do. it’s when he gets just past your chin that he sees them. the little hickeys littering your skin, some already deep shades of purple. he rips off his glasses in disbelief.

“absolutely not.” he closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose with the same hand his glasses are in. “i’m not seeing this. i’m not seeing this if i don’t look.” you scoff at his reaction. “dad, you know we’re together. you can’t expect us to not...” “don’t say it,” tony begs, getting the urge to hurl his half eaten apple. he turns and faces peter.

“parker, you really did all of that?” peter only blinks, nervously meeting the eyes of his mentor. “to my daughter?” tony adds on to scare him even more. “i- i-“ a burst of frustration comes out of peter. “you left two teenagers alone the whole night. what’d you think was gonna happen?” he’s shocked at his own words, his face showing it. tony raises his eyebrows. both your hands cover your mouth.

not wanting to deal with peter, tony addresses you instead. “i don’t care how you do it, cover those up. don’t let me see them ever again. understood?” you nod a good amount of times and reach for peter’s hand. he’s about to give it, then tony glares down at what’s happening. peter pulls back immediatelty. “understood. we’ll, um, do better next time,” you agree, tony winching at the idea of a next time.

“you, parker... treat a lady with a little more respect, eh?” tony clicks his tongue at him. he’s referring to all the hickeys. peter’s lips form a line, a sarcastic one that says oh well. “i tried, mr. stark, but y/n wanted me to-“ “christ, that’s enough.” tony furiously shakes his head and starts to walk away from you two. “never again!”

you’re thanking god when he sets off for the living room, you hiding your face in peter’s chest, his face in your hair. “that was terrible. that was the worst thing ever,” you say into him. “i’m sorry, baby. we gotta be more careful.”

it’s not over yet because then, the toaster dings. you’d completely forgotten about the waffles. you and peter both separate with your millionth shared look of terror. tony comes rushing back into the room, very familiar with that noise.

“first you destroy my daughter, now my toaster? pete... you’re in for it, kid.”

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[selenesheart]

astonished // d.m.

word count: 1.9k words

warnings: smut, oral sex (male receiving), innocent looking reader, best friends au, dirty talk, wet dream, praises, naughty thoughts.

summary: draco never thought the innocent y/n would give such an amazing blowjob.

a/n: thanks to @silverdelirium for telling me to write ily

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“oh yeah! just like that,” draco groaned as he held your hips tightly, the side of your face pressed against the mattress harshly by his hand. his hips coming in contact with yours, clapping sounds could be heard from where the two of you connected.

heavy breathing, sweaty hands, and a very visible boner. those were the things draco woke up to. lately, he’s been having these sweet dreams that involved you getting naked at the end.

the blonde groaned as he rubbed his eyes tiredly, he couldn’t control it, the thought of shagging you until you were breathless, it always came back. even it the worst times possible.

he felt guilt swirl at the pitch of his stomach, embarrassment fulfilled his body at the many times he’d dreamed about you, on that little skirt of yours.

he felt bad, yet he could help but imagine those little innocent eyes of yours, or how you would look with your fingers going in and out of you repeatedly.

he was sure that you had little to no experience in the sexual world. considering the fact that he had watched boys and girls give you useless hints, and joked about their sex life, yet you gave no reactions to those conversations, having no clue of what any of that meant, or so he thought.

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“why don’t you shag her, then?” blaise spoke shortly after draco explain his situation to his best friend. “shh! no, I’m not doing such thing.” draco shushed blaise, he wasn’t really trying to get humiliated in the middle of breakfast.

“you know y/n,” draco sighed “she’s not really into that type of stuff.” said draco, the thought of telling you rushing in his mind, but quickly waving it off as he saw you walk in the great hall, with that bright smile, and those angelic features.

“how do you know?” asked blaise.

“pardon?”

“how do you know if she’s not into that type of stuff? I mean sure, she looks like she wouldn’t kill a soul, but again, it doesn’t mean she’s has a limited sex life.” he advised draco, who seemed to be deep in thought.

draco watched as you took sat with your friends, a few tables always from his.

blaise could be right. but he was too much of a coward to actually talk to you about such things, despite the fact that you know him like the back of your hand.

draco never imagined that his sweet, innocent best friend would even dare to be on her knees for someone. he felt his pants tighten at the thought of your beautiful body, sinking on your knees for him, glassy eyes looking up at him, mouth full of his heavy cock.

he took a deep breath as he gripped his silver spoon, he felt dizzy, and with shaky hands, he dismissed himself from breakfast. this girl would be the death of him.

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“y/n!” your friend called “you’ve been staring at the same spot for more than thirty minutes,” they spoke quietly. blinking a few times, you tore your eyes from the blonde’s empty chair. wondering why would draco miss his favourite class? only if you knew.

you were worried for him. these past few weeks, he’d been avoiding you, acting a bit odd. sometimes you’d catch his eyes looking at you, analyzing every move you made. still, you would deliver him a sweet smile before returning to whatever your current task was.

sometimes, you wished those warm smiles, and the glances the two of you shared across the room meant something and the times where he would hold your hand under the table made you feel warm inside. you would be lying if you said that you didn’t think of the handsome blonde while your fingers were inside you.

often, you would think about how his mesmerizing eyes would hold eye contact while his dick would enter you roughly and fuck you senselessly until all you could do is mumble a few breaths of malfoy’s.

maybe this was wrong. yet you couldn’t help but have wild thoughts about your so-called best friend.

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you took a deep breath before knocking on draco’s door, hoping that he would be alone at the moment. you played with your fingers while waiting, you bit your bottom lip slightly as you saw the dark door open with a tired draco behind it.

merlin, did he look good.

with slightly wet hair, pajama pants on, accompanied by a simple white shirt. if you didn’t know better, you would say that you could see the outline of his abs through his thin shirt. you let out a breath before speaking again.

“can— can we talk?” you asked quietly, you watched as draco’s jaw muscles flexed. he let you in his cold dorm as he eyed you for a second, taking your appearance in.

you had a night slip covering your body, considering that it was almost curfew, you just wanted to have a small talk with him before heading to your room. it took all of him to not stare at your cleavage for more than a second.

“what do you want to talk about?” he said nervously, maybe you had used the legilimency spell on him and read of all his naughty thoughts about her getting naked with him. or perhaps…

“why are you avoiding me draco?” the way his name left your mouth was intoxicating. he furrowed his brows, walking closer to you. you felt small under his presence.

“i’m not!”

“yes, you are”

“no, i am not”

“what did i do wrong?” you questioned your best friend, maybe it had something to do with the way you treated him in the past.

“what? nothing, you did nothing wrong. it’s just that—” his voice died as he closed his eyes, he took a deep breath. he didn’t really want to tell you how he felt about you. what if you left and never came back to his life? he didn’t want to risk it.

“it’s just what? tell me draco,” you raised your voice unexpectedly “tell me what’s wrong so I can help you.” you said sweetly. he hated the way you could still be sweet even when you just finished yelling at him.

“it’s nothing, I swear!” he raised his voice immediately “how about we talk in the morning, hm?” he hummed, trying to save his embarrassment for the next day.

“just tell me what’s going on so I can go!” you yelled, anger and frustration building up in your body. your eyes looking directly at his. you were extremely close now.

“fine!” he yelled, you could practically see the smoke coming out of his ears “I’ve had wet dreams about you and… I still do, okay?” he admitted, he groaned as he rubbed his temple in frustration.

“and I know you’re not quite familiar with—” he tried to explain himself before you cut him off.

“draco” you breathed, you took his face in your hands. hesitantly, you brought your lips to his, kissing him slowly but firmly. after the two of you parted lips, he looked lost of words.

“do you trust me?” you asked with a tiny smile on your face. he nodded, still dumbfounded by the breathtaking kiss you just gave him.

soon, the two of you were devouring each other. lips, tongues connected as you took your time taking off your night slip dress. when it was off draco wasted no time on caressing one of your soft breasts, rolling your hardening nipple between his fingers. finally feeling the tits he always imagines while stroking himself at night.

you disconnected your lips from his as he took his shirt off, muscular, smooth chest on display. your hand traveled from his chest to his lower stomach. palming his growing cock through his pants.

he breathed out your name when you got on your knees, holding his long legs for support. he began telling you that you didn’t have to do this if you didn’t want to before you shushed him. you placed small kisses over his crotch, smiling slightly as you felt it twitch against your lips.

you hooked your fingers in his pants, bringing his pajama pants down along with his underwear. you observed his heavy dick with parted lips, it looked delicious. your hand came in contact with the tip as your eyes went up to his face. innocent eyes looking up at him.

the fact that you still looked innocent drove him crazy, it made the desire for you grow. he felt filthy, yet he couldn’t help but made him want to destroy you and that little innocent face.

“you have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” you spoke so close to his dripping tip, he could feel your breath against it. he fought the urge of grabbing the back of your head and shoving his whole length down your throat.

your lips came in contact with his tip, sucking on it roughly, taking draco off guard. you were doing so good, mind-blowing good actually. he never imagined you would be so skillful with your mouth.

you took more of his cock in your mouth, your hands working on the rest of his length. then, you took all of him in, his tip pressed against your throat as his fingers made their way down your head, guiding you up and down while he threw his head back.

“you’re doing— oh— so good” he groaned lowly, one of his hands flew to his bed’s poster for support. you moaned against him at the praise, his word making you clench your thighs.

the blonde thrusted his hips, making you gag loudly, tears threatening to escape your eyes. draco caressed the side of your face lovingly like your mouth wasn’t full of his dick.

your hand made its way to his aching balls, folding them, as you hollowed your cheeks, making draco moan loudly.

“fuck! you’re so good to me,” his mouth opened, however, there was no sound coming out of it. he felt his high coming quickly.

you released a hand from him, taking it up until you were feeling his abs, you could feel how his muscles flexed against your skin from the pleasure. he was cumming soon.

you grabbed one of draco’s hands and guided it down to your chest so he could feel your desperate breasts. he saw stars the moment his fingers tips came in contact with your hard nipple, he grabbed your tit roughly as his prick twitched uncontrollably.

before you knew it, your best friend’s cum was dripping down your throat, stuffing your mouth with his warm cum as he moaned loudly from the pleasure you gave him.

your tongue collected all of the remaining liquid. draco felt like he was dreaming, his kind, innocent best friend just sucked him off like a fucking goddess. even if he was dreaming, he would surely wank off to whatever this was in the future.

with his hands still on top of your breasts, you opened your mouth to show him that you had swallowed all of his cum. his eyes grew dark.

“oh merlin,” he sighed as he felt his dick hardened once more.

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Black Swan (m)

Pairing – [Tattoo Artist! Namjoon x Receptionist! Reader]

Genre – [Co-Workers To Lovers AU, Tattoo Parlor AU, F2L, S, A (very tiny), Slice Of Life]

Summary – [You and Namjoon have been dancing around each other for as long as your friends knew you both. It doesn’t matter how many times they tried to get you two to confess you’re just too stubborn. Sooner or later one of you gives in to the peer pressure though.]

Warnings – [mutual pining, (tiny) jealous Joonie, needles&pain connected to the tattoo making process, (I am no professional so if my description sucks – I’m sorry!), a lot of swearing/cursing, talk about sex, horny people, pent up sexual frustration, kissing, making out, protected sex, flavoured condom, tattoo kink, vaginal fingering, sexual tension, period mention, oral (m. receiving), handjob, Exhibitionism kink, second hand embarrassment but in a cute way, noisy friends]

Word Count – [6.2k]

Author note. My first full Namjoon fic! I’m so happy that I finally got to sit down and write him. I had so much fun writing this and I got to live out my tattoo kink so here’s that. I hope you enjoy it! (Unedited but I’ll get back to reread it later so ignore mistakes lovelies.) This smut is a little less than I normally write because I’m still a little sick of it after writing that long Tae shot with werewolf sex so sorry for that!

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⤷ Black Swan [Series Masterlist]

You flip through the pages of your calendar, it’s a black leather notebook that your boss Namjoon gifted you last Christmas at the annual gift sharing party where all your mutual friends gather before the holidays and pull out a name from the ridiculously outdated Christmas hat and share some hard liqueur. You cherish it since then and fill it up with black ink that goes well with the shop’s aesthetics. The book was a practical choice as you use it to track the appointments the Tattoo Parlor has. There’s three tattoo artist working at Black Swan Ink Studio in total: Namjoon the owner with his two other friends and co-owners, Hoseok and Yoongi.

Namjoon is a great boss, he always greets you with a big smile in the morning and says goodbye when you clock out. He never fails to wish you a happy birthday and get you something small, you’re still using the phone case he got you the same year you applied for the receptionist job. You share desk duty with another close friend Jimin, you’re working every Monday, Tuesday and Friday while Jimin takes the rest of the days except for Sunday since the shop is closed that day.

It’s a close-knit kind of ’family’ business which can be a blessing and a pain in the ass sometimes. Especially when the boys are teasing you about your crush on Namjoon. It’s not your fault that he looks like a snack with his short hair and tattooed sleeves.

You were always fascinated by tattoos you just like how they look on someone’s skin but despite your love for the body art you never got one yourself even though you have a moodboard saved on your phone for over eight years now. Your parents never liked the thought of it, they always tell you that it's a lifelong decision that you might regret when you’re old. They don’t like that you’re working for Namjoon and have friends with too many tattoos. They live in another town so fortunately, they don’t pester you every day but you still get the occasional ’when are you getting a boyfriend’ once in every phone call with your mother. It’s gotten worse since your sister’s wedding will be held next year.

She left you a text message this morning that almost made your coffee spill all over your new knitted sweater. You knew she’s up to no good when she started with ’hi sweetheart’ and it ended with a ’you remember Hongjong from your old high school I gave him your number, get some coffee with him sometime will you?’ just like you thought, no good. You didn’t answer her yet. You arrived one minute early and normally you’re nice and cosy behind your desk at least twenty minutes before the first appointment is scheduled. Yoongi’s already having his morning coffee when you step through the door in a hurry and it throws off your whole morning routine. Heck normally you’re the one who makes it for him but today your phone charger decided to unplug in the middle of the night leaving you with a 5% battery.

”Rise and shine birdy.” Yoongi smirks under the rim of his mug his black frame glasses sitting low on his nose as he regards your dishevelled vintage look. He looks like he just rolled out of bed and knowing him for years you know that’s probably what happened.

”Namjoon is here too?” You ask while you get rid of your scarf and jacket, which you use to shield your body from the autumn that is just around the corner. You get on your tiptoe to steal a sip from his cup.

”No. Loverboy went to the bank this morning to discuss the details about the loan he wants to get on the house.”

You hum around the cup, caging Yoongi’s fingers on the mug with your own as you inhale the sweet caffeine. Right, you remember he mentioned he needs to do something in the morning. Nice. He won’t see you being a mess then. It’s half a cup later that you release Yoongi and his coffee to tidy your desk and get ready for the day.

You apply your foundation and chapstick in the bathroom after you note there’s still fifteen minutes before Yoongi’s client comes in. He and Hoseok have an 8 o’clock appointment while Namjoon is only booked for the afternoon. He asked you to clear out his morning last night because he said there’s something he needs to take care of.

You can’t say you were not curious about this sudden ’thing’ he needed to do but you were too shy to ask. Jimin was getting on your nerves too when you told him that after he came to take your place for the afternoon on Wednesday. It was your day off but Jimin couldn’t get another appointment for his eye check so you came in for a few hours that day. You did not like when he playfully said maybe Namjoon is going on a date just to rile you up. He’s been trying to make you confess for years but you always chicken out. Not to be that girl but your parents would hate him. He has tattoos and a lot of earrings if he had Jungkook’s eyebrow piercing they would straight up faint on the spot you introduce him.

You don’t know why you hear Jimin’s voice in your head saying that it’s just another excuse because you’re afraid to receive his rejection, and the Jimin in your head is totally right. Damn, you’re in deep. This is not just a silly crush now you got on your tattooed and beautiful boss.

”Hi, I’m here to see Suga for a tattoo.” You look up when you hear someone’s voice. You smile immediately and ask for her name to check the details and then tell her to wait and sit on one of the chairs next to your desk. She looks kinda nervous so after you’re done with reorganising your pencil folder you ask her to have a cup of tea with you. While you wait for the teabags to soak you pop your head behind Yoongi’s studio door and tell him that his appointment is here.

”I hope you like caramel pear tea. It always helps me relax.” She carefully takes it from you, giggling a little awkwardly.

”Am I that obvious?” You smile back with a nod. You’ve been working here for years, you always notice when someone’s here to get their first tattoo. They look around nervously either biting their lips or cleaning their sweaty palms on their jeans.

”It’s natural to be nervous. You’re braver than me, I wanted to have a tattoo since I was seventeen but I always change my mind on getting one.” The conversation seems to calm her and by the time Yoongi comes out to fetch his client she gives you a big thumbs up.

”Who knows, maybe one day you’ll get that courage.” You chuckle at her enthusiasm, she looks like a nice girl so you reciprocate her gesture and cheer her on to ’stay strong’ just like her tattoo will say after Yoongi is done doing his magic on her.

Yoongi is amused by the exchange but not surprised at all as he leads her inside his studio, you always do wonders on the people who panic in the last seconds before they get their tattoo. The door is not exactly a real door as it’s a maroon curtain to divide the studios from the lobby so you faintly hear Yoongi’s voice as he guides her through the motions step by step and soon the low buzzing fills the air.

Both boys are busy so you take your lunch break alone. You ordered from the Thai restaurant just around the corner so their delivery is super fast and cheap.

”Here’s my favourite delivery man.” Your eyes practically sparkle as the smell of your pad thai hits your nose through the plastic container Jungkook carries with one tattooed hand. He has an impressive collection of tattoos as well that you admire from time to time.

”You only say that because I have your food.” Jungkook rolls his eyes that makes his eyebrow piercing move around getting your attention as you admire how the sun shines on the metal. If you weren’t stupidly in love with Namjoon already you would want a piece of that great ass. It’s still a mystery how this boy is single.

”That’s not true! Don’t think I say this to every delivery man just because they bring me food, mister.”

Before Jungkook can say anything witty back Hoseok yells for everyone that the food is here (you curse his sharp nose) so hungry artists and clients invade the lobby and crowd around your tiny desk to get their rightful containers.

Lunch break is always chaotic so you wait on the sidelines before you can get your box. Your favourite delivery man decides to spare you a few minutes of his precious time since the business is slow right now and steals some of your pad thai while chatting with you.

”Can you believe it? She gave out my number to that bully from high school. The only purpose that I might get that coffee with him is to get a free drink out of it.”

Jungkook listens to you rant, abandoning your food as you allow yourself to get angry. In the morning you were still half asleep to fully understand your mother’s message. You make that mistake to ask for advice while he’s eating. He’s trying to tell you something but he has a big forkful of food in his mouth so all you get is rice all over your desk.

”You fucking pig.” You grab a napkin and start gently cleaning his face with it.

”I swear I feel like I am your mother or something.”

You don’t hear the bell attached to the front door chime as you’re in the middle of scolding Jungkook so you don’t see Namjoon’s eyes zero down on your hands. The gesture is coupley and intimate as you boop his nose after you’re done.

”Namjoon! How everything went with the bank?” Hoseok speaks before Namjoon could announce his arrival. His loud friend always beats him to it. You and Jungkook both greet Namjoon, he nods his head in your direction briefly before he follows Hoseok to the circular table at the corner where he and Yoongi are eating with a client that still needs some colouring to be done on his tattoo.

You frown a little as Namjoon normally is very enthusiastic about greeting you. Jungkook has an idea as he mouths ’Namjoon and Y/N sitting on a tree’ making you blush and hit his arm to hide your embarrassment. This time fortunately Namjoon can’t see as you peck Jungkook’s cheek before he packs up and leaves.

You don’t think about his lack of greeting as things fall back to place after the lunch break is over. He chats with you for a few minutes before his 2 o’clock appointment arrives. You stay until 10 today that’s when Hoseok takes his last client for a nipple piercing.

They seem to be very touchy feely with each other so you took up Hoseok on his offer and clocked out as soon as she arrived. You tell him to clean up and lock the door when he leaves. If you were blunt like Yoongi maybe you would have mentioned to him not to get any cum stains on the chair. You instead leave with a wave and a goodnight on your lips.

You’re just in time to catch the last bus. The salary is good enough to rent a two bedroom apartment, it’s nothing too fancy but it’s home. You earn more now than with your previous job in that cafe and you get to avoid rude customers even though the free coffee was pretty good. You don’t even let your mother’s sudden message sour your mood as you wash your face and listen to your favourite band before bed.

”Good Morning.” You greet Hoseok the next day, relaxed as you managed to pick up your normal schedule to arrive twenty four minutes early. You got a new charger too.

You don’t find it unusual to see his wide smile greet you back as he’s always chirpy in the morning but you have a suspicion that this good mood has to do with his last client yesterday.

”Had a fun night?” You tease him while you return his hug. He has the audacity to shyly giggle after all the naughty shit he probably did inside his studio last night but at least he doesn’t try to hide it as he nods nonetheless. You move around him to start preparing your and Yoongi’s coffee. Hoseok looks up and locks eyes with Namjoon, the former quirks a brow up he’s sure Namjoon doesn’t have an appointment until 9. So the only reason he comes in early is to see you.

Hoseok suddenly has a brilliant idea and before Namjoon could greet the both of you he steals a sugar cone from you and slips it into his tea with a smirk that will make even Yoongi proud.

”I heard you have a date today.” Namjoon goes rigid at the mention while you’re still unaware he’s here. You hum in affirmative with a scowl that Namjoon can’t see.

”That little shit. It’s Jimin’s runny mouth again?” Hoseok laughs at how angry you look. It’s cute. But you’re not wrong, Jimin is notorious for sticking his nose to everyone’s business. He bullied you until you told him why he has to take your afternoon shift. Not even your threat worked that you pulled one because of his eye check up.

Namjoon strides past the coffee station to get to his studio uttering a half hearted ’Morning’ and just by that reaction Hoseok knows that his little plan is working like an oiled machine.

Your morning is dull. The boys are booked all day and you’re just checking in and out patrons. Usually, Namjoon sneaks out to chat with you even if all he can do is a few minutes of small talk but today he’s stubbornly staying inside his studio not giving you the time of the day. It makes you sad. Hoseok and Yoongi notice it during your lunch break, hell even Jungkook notices that you’re down in the dumps.

You’re stalling before Namjoon’s studio, it’s four and you need to get to the coffee shop by 4:30, you hear the comforting buzz coming from the tattooing machine so you know he’s inside. All you have to do is stick your head in and say your goodbyes but you’ve been obsessing over the fact if he perhaps overheard Hoseok asking about your date and you don’t want him to think that you’re serious about that guy.

Yoongi watches you from a distance like you’re his favourite soap opera’s female protagonist only the popcorn is missing from his hands. Rather than helping you out, he observes both your and Namjoon’s stupidity sitting at the front row. He long ago stopped trying to beat some sense into your thick skull and Namjoon is no better. It’s so obvious that you’re disgustingly in love with each other but no one dares to make the first move.  

You nod to yourself and take a big inhale of air, this is you gathering the last pieces of your courage.

”Joon, I’ll go now Jimin will be here soon.” You thank the heavens that your voice doesn’t crack. You forgot how good he looks while he’s working. He’s wearing a simple black t-shirt that lets you look at his tattoos so beautifully moulding into his arm, his biceps flexing as he uses the paper towel to clean the skin from the access ink.

Namjoon can’t see you drooling over his body as he doesn’t even look up, he concentrates on the tattoo with his tongue slightly poking out to wet his lips for a second and you don’t want to be that girl but you’re about to wet your cotton panties just alone from that tiny gesture.

”Sure. See you tomorrow.”You try to hide your disappointment when he leaves it at that not that it matters, he won’t even look at you. You murmur a goodbye not even trying to hide your pout anymore. Fuck Jimin and fuck Hoseok. Namjoon now is ignoring you.

”Bye Yoongs.” The boy is not phased to hear you not so cheerfully say goodbye. However, he calls out to you before you could get your jacket and scarf. Damn this date-but-not-date too. You just want to go home and eat some ice cream in your warm apartment.

”Put the location in my phone just in case.” Your heart warms up at the gesture. You type in the cafe’s address and flash him a genuine smile before you step out.

It’s been. What? Fifteen minutes? But it’s the longest fifteen minutes of your life. At least you know that who was once a jerk always stays a jerk. Hongjong came ten minutes late and he had the balls to criticise your clothing telling you that it’s not ’sexy’ or shit. How dare he? Not that you came here to impress him. You’re here because your mother insisted that you show up. Well, you showed up. When it’s socially acceptable to leave though?

On top of that, your stomach started to hurt after that mini tart. At first, you thought that it’s because it was too sweet and you didn’t have as much for lunch as usual because you had a foul mood as Namjoon decided to avoid you. It took one trip to the bathroom to realise it’s that time of the month. You frantically searched inside your bag to check the calendar on your phone. How could you forget about your period? Can this day be any worse? You’re glad you have some emergency tampons in your bag for occasions like this, at least you don’t have to do a walk of shame. You don’t feel an ounce of guilt when you tell Hongjong to go fuck himself and never contact you again. It’s not that he looked too bothered as he was flirting with the girl behind the counter when you got back.

You’re too embarrassed to tell the guys what happened so you only uttered a small ’meh’ when they asked how your date went. It’s a little bit better with Namjoon though.

He looked at you and even asked about your plans for the weekend. It’s such a loss that you couldn’t soak in your interactions like you normally do because your stomach was killing you.

It’s your day off and you’re having a sweatpants and tanktop kind of day when Jungkook surprises you with a sudden visit.

”Pizza delivery for Miss L/N Y/N.” The boy smiles at you with his signature bunny smile, the smell of freshly baked pepperoni pizza is making your mouth water so you open the door wider for him to enter.

”Oh my god, I love you.” It’s probably the hormones talking but you could kill for that pizza with extra cheese. He sure knows the way to your heart. Jungkook helps you get the plates from the upper shelves and offers you a slice before you eat his fingers instead. This time you tell him about your horrible date in detail and he immediately clutches his hand in fists ready to hunt him down and give him a good ol’ beating.

”Show me a picture of this guy, me and the boys will pay him a visit. I’m sure Namjoon will join even though he preaches about his no violence policy.” You groan when he mentions Namjoon. Jungkook is lost what’s with your reaction but it’s better that way.

You’ve been trying to get him out of your head since yesterday. You never liked rain but maybe you should reconsider as he looked so fucking good while drenched by the sudden downpour. He must have started going to the gym because you don’t remember he was that buff. Now that you’re on your period you’re horny as fuck for that man candy.

Dear Diary, it’s day three and Namjoon is wearing that sexy black t-shirt again with some dark denim jeans. Yoongi has been trying to get through you for a while, unsuccessful not to mention.

”Namjoon took off his shirt, Y/N look.” You look around you yelling ’fuck, where?’ but you soon realise that he tricked you. You don’t appreciate him playing with your feelings like that so you jab him in the ribs. You grab one more candy from the glass bowl that’s for clients but since you started your period all you want is to eat and fuck Namjoon’s brains out, and sleep and…wait. No, Y/N, don’t think about him. This is work you can fantasise about him as soon as you clock out.

”You seriously need some good dicking Y/N. I’ve been calling your name forever. Either fuck him or fucking get over him.” You know Yoongi means well but you take full offence. It’s not that easy. How can you tell that he likes you like that? What if you’re wrong and things get awkward between you and you have to search for another job and you can never hang out with the guys again because you fucked up. Yoongi can tell by the look on your face that you’re spiralling so he places a hand on your shoulder.

”Y/N, he likes you. It’s been what? Three years that you’ve been pining over him?” It’s three years and five months but you stop yourself from correcting him. Yoongi knows that you’re on your period because you always get unnecessarily emotional plus he took out the trash and saw the package of the medicine you take for your cramps.

This is why he wraps an arm around you willingly when you suddenly hug him.

You hear Namjoon thank a client but since it’s Yoongi you don’t pull away from the hug and even pull him closer.

”Thanks Yoongs, you’re the best.” You smile when Yoongi pats your head and takes his coffee. Which is why he was calling your name to know if you already put sugar in his cup or not.

”Hey, Y/N. Everything’s alright?” There’s this fuzzy feeling inside your chest when you hear the worry in his voice. Namjoon approaches you right after Yoongi left. A hug can’t hurt, right? You move before you could give this a second thought. He smells so good. Even if you die in his arms right now you will be a happy woman.

”I’m just having a bad day I guess?” It takes a minute before Namjoon can discern your words as you muffle them into his shirt. Through his concern, he doesn’t think about how close you two are or how his hands hold you a tad bit tighter around your waist.

Hoseok glares from behind you when Namjoon stays silent. It took him a week to give him enough courage to ask you out to dinner and he’s still waiting for the right moment to drop this bomb on you. It’s the chicken in him but maybe because you’re in a bad mood. Maybe he should try another day? Hoseok is having none of that though.

”Namjoon wants to ask something.” You look up then, you didn’t realise Hoseok is here too.

”Uh, right. Do you mind if we go into my studio for that?” You nod, can’t say you’re not intrigued to find out what he wants to ask you that makes him this nervous. You swear you see a drop of sweat roll down his neck. There’s hope in your gaze but you quickly dismiss it. There’s no way he wants that, right?

You sit down at the chair that normally his clients occupy. Now that you’re put in the perspective maybe you do gather the courage to get a tattoo eventually.

”So I was wondering if you-” You feel bad as he coughs into his fist awkwardly like he’s gathering his scattered thoughts but you would feel even worse if you interrupt him now so you wait and listen.

”I mean It’s your day off tomorrow and I took the day off too so I was wondering if you perhaps want to go to dinner with me?”

Namjoon looks up sheepishly waiting for your ultimate rejection as the silent minutes pass by but you’re just having a hard time processing what he tries to imply with his clumsy wording. You two are so caught up in your little bubble that neither of you realises that Hoseok and Yoongi spies on you two. Yoongi silently facepalms when Namjoon starts stuttering.

”I-It’s totally fine if you don’t! I mean I will understand if you want to say no. Shit. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have-”

Hoseok and Yoongi are ready to intervene to prevent any more of this disaster from happening under their watch when you surprise everyone inside the Tattoo Parlor and shut Namjoon up with a kiss. It’s nothing wonderful, fireworks are not popping behind your eyelids as you press your lips against him but in its own weird way, it feels nice with his goldfish eyes openly staring at you and body frozen.

”You can’t be this stupid. Kiss the fuck her back!” Yoongi clearly lost his patience as he observes his friend make a complete fool out of himself. Namjoon melts into your touch for only a moment before he pulls back and blushes all the way to his ears. Hoseok giggles while holding onto Yoongi’s shoulders.

”Get the fuck out.” You yell at the boys. They leave the room one by one but just after they teased Namjoon a bit more about his stuttering. You shake your head fondly at them as it’s their childish way to tell the both of you that they’ve been waiting for this moment for so long.

”I want to.” You cup his face to only focus on you. ”I will be the happiest girl if you take me out to dinner.”

This time Namjoon fully melts between your arms and one of the biggest smiles you’ve seen on his face so far graces your eyesight.

”Ok. Great. Fuck. I’ll pick you up at 8? Is 8 alright with you?” You chuckle at how he seems to be so uncertain still even though you accepted his dinner date invitation.

”Perfect. It’s a date then.” You peck his cheek sweetly before you stand. If you remember it correctly he’ll have another appointment approximately in two minutes, you need to check him in and Hoseok will have another piercing appointment in five. You can yell like an excited school girl about your date with Namjoon later when you’re inside your apartment. You’re so going to ask advice from Jungkook what to wear.

It’s surreal that Namjoon finally asked you out. You don’t want to say it but Yoongi and Hoseok were right. Hell, even Jungkook was right. You have to ignore their knowing smirks for the remainder of your shift, they even called Jimin to tell him about your date tomorrow. He chatted your ear off for hours before you had to check out Yoongi’s last appointment.

He offered to help you pick out your outfit so you, Jimin and Jungkook were currently rummaging through your closet touching clothes that are so old that even a spider crawled out of it. Truly horrifying. Jimin almost pushed you off the bed to sacrifice you but Jungkook decided to be the bigger person and released the creature (see: yeeted it out through your window) so you guess everything went according to plan.

”Fuck, I have nothing to wear.” You whine as it’s the second time the boys are going through your clothes. You’re confused when Jimin pats your head and tells you he needs to get something from his car but you roll with it. To occupy yourself you make some hot chocolate for Jungkook.

”I knew that this will happen so I went ahead and got this cute dress for you.” You’re so touched that you swear that tears are gathering behind your eyelids without you realising. Maybe it’s the aftermath of your period. Jimin lets you envelop him in a bone crushing hug and hugs you back just as tight. It’s only now that the fact sinks in that you’re going on a date with Namjoon. The boy you’ve been pining after for forever as Yoongi would say.

After you get a message from Yoongi with a simple worded ’get that dick’ you’re good to go.

If you thought before that Namjoon is a snack you haven’t seen him in a white shirt and jeans. You wish his tattoos would be on display though. He treats you like a real gentleman, opens the car door for you and asks you how your day off went. You tell him that you’ve been hanging out with Jungkook and Jimin and watched some Netflix.

”I hope it’s ok. I don’t know if you wanted a fancy restaurant or something like that but we can still go if you want to?” Your smile reaches ear from ear as you see your favourite diner come into view. You told him too many times that you like their chicken salad but they don’t do delivery. It’s not like you would ditch Jungkook for some fancy salad.

”This is so much better. I don’t need to eat at a pricy restaurant. All I need is you.”

You realise later what you said might sound too cheesy but Namjoon doesn’t seem to mind your honesty.

You order your favourite Chicken salad with a strawberry milkshake and Namjoon gets a burger with cola. It’s perfect. The food is great, the conversations are easy, varying between work and family. You already know a lot about each other as Namjoon was your friend first but you like this kind of change in your relationship.

Namjoon goes full out complimenting your dress, holding your intertwined fingers on the table when you finished eating. You decide on getting some ice cream for dessert.

”I had a really good time tonight Joonie.” The nickname makes his heart flutter. If he’s being honest with himself he doesn’t want to end the night here so he tightens his hold on your hands and pulls you back to sit inside his car again. He asks if you would like to watch a movie together at his place and you immediately say yes.

”The boys will never let us live this down.” You giggle, your attention is more on Namjoon than on the movie. You trace his throat with your lips feeling Namjoon stiffen at the contact. You’re halfway laying on him with one hand on his muscular thigh, inhaling the sweet scent of his cologne.

”Oh. I’m sure this is what we will hear even on our wedding day knowing those guys.” Namjoon feels your smile pressed against his skin, he’s having a hard time hiding his semi while you press yourself to him like that. You don’t stop there as you start caressing his inner thighs getting dangerously close to his growing erection.

”I know it’s our first date but can we fuck? I’ve been waiting to have you for three years.” Your bluntness makes Namjoon almost choke on his saliva but otherwise can’t argue with you on that. He’s been waiting a long time too and he’s adamant about showing you.

”Three years and five months.” He corrects that reminds you of something similar you said. You smile into his kiss.

You’re on your knees before Namjoon could utter another word, his pupils are dilated and full of lust for you. He shudders when you slip your small hand under the waistband of his jeans and palms him over his boxers. The familiar dampness is already there telling you that he’s been aroused for a while. The fact that Namjoon wants you as much as you want him makes you giddy. You can’t help but act like a horny teenager and get rid of his clothes as soon as humanly possible.

His cock immediately slaps against his stomach that makes your man blush like a virgin. You smile wickedly as you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock letting your spit travel down his shaft before you start to pump him slowly, listening to the low moan he lets out. He looks out of this world, a moaning mess under you as you play with his dick.

”Want your tattooed hand grab my hair and make me take your cock. Please Joonie. I want you so bad.” Namjoon’s eyes snap open when you tell him what to do. His fingers are in your hair before you could open your mouth to beg again instead your mouth opens to take his cock into your mouth. You moan around him as soon as you taste his salty precum on your tongue. He eases you into the motions pushing your head down his length a little more with each bob of your head.

Once he’s close he pulls you off, his fingers in your hair tight as he tries to control himself. Namjoon watches you with hunger as you clean your face off of his precum and your own spit. It’s nothing like the first awkward kiss you shared inside his studio with two of his coworkers watching, this kiss is tongue and teeth as he devours you.

”Fuck me. On this couch.” You think he didn’t hear you for a second because he continues to kiss you but then you feel his hand pull down your pants, finding the soaked material of your panties. You find leverage gripping his wide shoulders whining pathetically when he slips the material to the side and gives you two of his fingers. As impatient to feel you as you are. You’re so soaked that his fingers slide in easily filling the quiet apartment with loud squelches.

”Fuck I’m so glad Yoongi persuaded me to buy condoms before our date.” Your chuckle turns into a moan when he finds your spot. It’s hard to think when he fingers you this good but even if it feels like heaven you know what would feel even better.

”He messaged me to get that dick so that’s what I’m going to do.” Your legs are wobbly as you lay down on the couch, Namjoon not far behind as he strokes his cock with the hand that was inside you. You help him open the package and pull the thin rubber over his length using your mouth, hmm, strawberry, your favourite flavour.

”So tight, fuck. This is the best pussy I’ve ever had.” You like the sound of that. Loving the feeling even more as he pushes into you slowly not stopping until you take him in entirely.

Considering how you two jumped each other’s bones before Namjoon fucks you slow and deep. Mesmerized by your sparkling eyes as you watch him disappear in you. He learns another thing about you today. As your friend, he leant that you like two sugar and a drop of milk in your coffee but as your lover, he leant that you like to watch him fuck you. You get off on the visual of him all marked up by your long nails and Namjoon tells you his fantasy about fucking you on his work chair inside Black Swan. You don’t find it weird that he wants to fuck you against the window with the possibility of someone seeing who’s making you feel this good.

He wants to show the boys at work with his purple hickeys all over your neck and breasts that you’re finally his.

He’s never letting you go again.

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French Class [2]

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this part! I’m excited to put out more parts soon!

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), smut, oral (f receiving), car sex, dirty talk, college!au, nerd!reader, fuckboy!bias

words: 4.4 k

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“And then he asked me if I would wear his tie around my neck while he- Hello? Earth to Y/N? Are you there?” Your roommate, Chohee, waved her hand in front of your face from across the table. You had occupied the seats in the back of the Chinese restaurant, in a niche where you were mostly hidden from other customers. Turns out, for all the spicy stories she had in store – as always – that had been a great idea.

“I swear your thoughts have been all over the place lately. Are you sure you have nothing to talk about?” She twirled a strand of her dyed pink hair around her fingers while she mustered you suspiciously.

“I’m sorry, I zoned out. It’s nothing, I’m just tired. I’ve been studying day and night. Looks like you’re the only one with the stories today. Just start again from the part where he got the whipped cream from the fridge,” you said.

“We went over that part five minutes ago! Have you paid any attention?” Chohee shook her head with a grin. Then she began her bedroom-adventure story from the beginning, because she knew as well as you, she loved talking about it.

Truth was, you had one hell of a story to tell. And no, you had not been paying attention. Not because you were tired. Not because you had studying on your mind. But because one hundred percent of your focus was currently directed at the boy only a few tables from yours. You only saw the back of his head, but there was no doubt about his identity. The mop of hair was unmistakable. Plus, he was in his famous black leather jacket. There was no mistaking this piece of clothing. It was decorated with white splatters of acrylic paint and had his name written messily across the top of his back. You could just about make out the tips of the letters as he leaned back comfortably, legs spread on his chair, chatting to his friend.

Chohee had no idea about the grip the person behind her had on you. She was your closest friend, and yet you hadn’t broken the news to her: You were hooking up (and not just once) with the so-called “hottest guy on campus”. AT least those had been her words when she had first told you about him. Lately you had to admit, you were starting to agree. It wasn’t like you wanted to keep secrets from her. In fact, on many occasions you had almost crumbled and told her the full story. Had she not been such a chatterbox, and did she not love gossiping as much as she did, you swore she would already know about your little arrangement with him.

She was aware of this much: You and him were casual friends. Study buddies, one would say. You had subtly passed over the little details of your friendship. How grocery store visits sometimes turned into visits to his dorm because of a simple text of his, or how you had sneaked out on more than one occasion in the middle of the night because he had told you his dormmates weren’t home. It wasn’t weird to Chohee that you brushed over the particularities of your “one-night-stands” when you returned in the mornings. You had never been as big on sharing as she was.

Maybe you wanted to keep things to yourself out of fear what people would say, too. You couldn’t care less whether people knew you were sleeping around. But everyone knew him, or so it seemed. Girls wanted him. Boys wanted to be him. All you desired was his friendship and some fun. You had no interest in being known on campus or having people you’ve never met giving you the side-eye over having sex with an oh-so-special boy. One day you would tell Chohee all about it. You weren’t technically lying. Just not sharing the entire story.

“Remember how I said H/N was the hottest guy ever?” Chohee suddenly said. The sound of his name made your head snap back to reality.

“Oh, now you’re listening, I see. All it takes is for me to mention your new bestie,” she teased. “You shouldn’t get too attached to him. I have a feeling that girls are interchangeable to him, either way. Anyway, I’ve decided I find his friend Korain much more attractive, since I’ve been hooking up with him.”

Would it be weird to correct her? To promise her, when you had more time and weren’t so distracted, you would lay the truth on her? He isn’t like that at all, you wanted to say. Yes, he liked female attention. But that didn’t make him a bad guy. Would it sound crazed to explain how he knew how you took your coffee, and how he sent you pictures of your favorite animals before your exams to take some of the nerves away? Or how he reported that it took him exactly 1,012 steps to get to your dorm from his place? Multiple times you had tried to count the distance yourself, but you never seemed to have enough focus to make it. Something always caught you off guard. You had doubted his credibility, but he swore he wasn’t bluffing.

Speaking of his friend Korain – who was at this very Chinese restaurant with H/N – he was suddenly making eye contact with you. Before you could slide lower into your seat like a frightened animal, he had grinned at you. Oh no. Prompted by his friend’s smile in your direction, H/N now turned his head. You were thankful Chohee was still deep in her explanation on why she had changed her opinions on the two very boys only a few tables away. If only she knew.

H/N’s eyes caught yours and a smirk plastered on his face. You assumed the tiny smile you sent him would do, but no. The two young men had collected their things and were getting ready to leave. The exit was the opposite direction, and yet H/N took the long way there. His stride was that of a model as he approached your table.

“Y/N,” he said, voice sweet like sugar candy and his smile charming like famous artwork. “You wanna hang at the library later?”

Chohee was now eyeing him as if she was your bodyguard and he was an obsessed fan who had crossed into your personal space. All you could think of was how you wanted him as your dessert. Now. But you had an exam coming up in a few days. So, his invitation fit just right.

“I’ll be there.” You smiled politely. He gave you a raised eyebrow, but then nodded, said goodbye, spun around and followed his friend out of the restaurant. When you looked at Chohee, she was already giving you eyes that asked a billion questions at once. Fantastic. Now you’d have to explain that “hang at the library” was not some sort of codeword for sex, but you had – against all odds – convinced the local prince of fuckboys that studying wasn’t such an atrocious idea after all. But fate saved you before you could begin your clarification.

“Oh no! Where has the time gone? I have to get to my afternoon lecture!” Chohee exclaimed, quickly gathering her purse and jacket. “My professor will curse me if I’m late again!”

And with that, she scrambled up from the table. “Don’t think you’re getting off easy just because I have to go! I demand a good story when I get home!”

You knew she was just being dramatic, and should you decide to keep everything to yourself for another month, she wouldn’t be mad. And yet, the urge to tell her crept up on you as you watched her hurry out of the door while waving one last time. Your morning classes had been the only appointment in your calendar for the day. So, with nothing else to do, you fished for your phone to message him for a time to meet at the library.

~

“What were you being so weird for earlier?” he asked as he plopped down on the wooden chair across from you. His books slammed on the table, and you flinched a little. Boys.

“Thanks for reminding me why I chose to sit in the group project area today. Could you be any louder in a library?” you said. “And thank god we’re the only ones here.”

“Thanks for reminding me that you’re still great at avoiding questions,” he returned.

“I just didn’t want my friend to ask questions.”

“So you talked to me like a five year old would respond to their kindergarten teacher? Are you embarrassed to be seen with me? The guy with the reputation?”

“No, I’m not. Wait? What? And what kind of reputation would that be, if I may ask? The you-only-sleep-with-a-girl-once-reputation?”

“You should know the nastiest rumors mostly prove to be false. I was thinking of something more delightful. Like a gives-the-best-head-on-campus-kind of reputation.”

You snorted. “And who is going to do the research to prove that?”

“Why don’t you look around and report back to me?” he smirked.

“No thanks. I’m already hooking up with a guy who’s more than a handful.”

He faked taking offence in your words with a theatrical gasp. “Is that so? The girl I’m hooking up with isn’t much better. Always asks to hang at the library like she doesn’t beg me to fuck her the second we get out of there.”

“Let me remind you that you were the one who suggested this place today,” you said. “I was ready to jump into your bed and you had to stall time like this.”

“Are you for real? What are we still doing here, then?” he asked, and you tilted your head with a suggestive grin that mirrored his.

15 minutes later:

“Who the fuck stores five umbrellas in their car?” You kicked another one off the backseat you were lying on. Your bra was exposed beneath your shirt which he had pushed up on your chest and was now attacking the exposed skin with hungry kisses.

“That’s what you get for not getting it on in the library,” he muttered against your skin without looking up.

“We’d be asking to get suspended from there by doing that,” you said. “And I cherish my library very much.”

He only made a snickering noise and shook his head before he went to take off his shirt – and promptly hit his head on the car roof. “Ow! This sucks. I can barely move.”

“That’s what you get for not waiting until we’re at your place,” you teased him with his own words. But judging by the prominent bulge in his pants, you supposed you didn’t want him driving anywhere. Not with naughty things on his mind, and with you next to him to only make him hornier. Your eyes fell on the dark purple spots on his abdomen, and you grinned.

“Wow. Someone must have worked hard to make that stomach even prettier,” you said.

“Yeah, you would know all about that, wouldn’t you?” He bent down to your ear and his husky tone sent cold shivers up your spine. Of course, you knew. You were the one who bit and sucked the hickeys into his skin two days ago, after all. His hands palming your boobs through your bra drew out a desperate sigh from you.

“Let’s play a game. What do you say?” he asked.

“What kind of game would that be?” Your interest was roused. He was lost in thought for a moment, hands slowly running up and down your exposed legs. Luckily, you had opted for a skirt today. All he’d had to do was to push it up to your belly and get rid of your underwear after your short but very steamy make-out session on the backseat. The cool air on your exposed core was only magnifying your impatience.

“Whoever comes first, loses.” You couldn’t suppress a chuckle at his idea, and he eyed you with indignation. “You don’t like it?”

“Everyone knows women take longer to orgasm than men do,” you said. “Are you trying to dig your own grave or what?”

“That’s why I’ll have a head start,” he announced. His hands circled the skin close to your core, creeping up your thighs slowly.

“And what’s the prize for winning?”

“The loser owes the winner a favor.”

“Too vague. I don’t trust you with that.”

“I don’t trust you, she says as she waits for me to fuck her in my car,” he mocked.

“I don’t trust your crazy ideas,” you clarified. “What about this? The winner pays for the loser’s next meal when we eat together.”

“Deal.” He slid his fingers over your pussy, and you crumbled into a whining mess within seconds. No matter how much your head denied it, he really was the best. He caught your clit between his digits and your eyes rolled to the back of your head for a moment.

“Shit, you only turn me on more if you’re going to moan like that.” He lowered his head and spit on your center, and the laughter that had been bubbling in your throat died in an instant. His fingers rubbed your nub fast and spread his saliva – without doubt his attempt at tipping you closer to the edge before he had even begun to fuck you.

“Too bad you find me so hot,” you said, and let out a purposely dramatic whimper, followed by his name in your best fake-porn-voice. His smile had something wholesome, as if he was admiring his friend making silly jokes, but also a glint of playfulness. You knew had been a mask when he bit his lip and exhaled slowly. With ease, he slid his middle finger into you. As he curled it against your sweet spot, he bent down to suck on your clit and your back arched at the sudden pleasure.

“Too bad you’re going to lose,” he said, and then continued his antics. Had he continued this way for another few minutes, his words wouldn’t have been so far from the truth. But you had other plans.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” you asked. “That’s enough of your head start.”

“I only just tasted you. Why would it be called a head start, if you’re going to stop me two minutes into giving you head?” he asked and you would’ve slapped his shoulder, had he been close enough. Instead, you closed your eyes for a few seconds. He was the competitive one here, and you didn’t mind enjoying yourself for now. Sighing in temporary defeat, your head fell back onto the seat. The sun was shining its last rays through the car window. They caught in his curled eyelashes and on his skin, coloring him golden.

“That’s a good girl,” he said, arm snaking around your thigh. He held on to you, but it wasn’t as if you could have moved away from him. Your head was right by the car door. His lips around your clit paired with his finger steadily rubbing against your sweet spot inside of you made you feel like floating. His free hand touched your leg gently, caressing your skin as if he wasn’t also simultaneously pushing you to the urge to yell out his name in pleasure. You tangled your fingers in his soft hair, as if you needed to do so to keep him in place. But something in the back of your mind still had a desire for winning. Trying to collect the last bits of your dwindling sanity, you hatched a plan. Good on you – you knew just what rode him into madness.

“I- I need you to fuck me, please,” you begged, making sure to add an extra layer of tragedy to your voice. “Please, I want it so bad.”

He looked up at you, a dark glint in his eyes. Of course, he did. All was going according to plan. It wasn’t like you had known him all your life, but you were perfectly aware of one thing. He could never resist your dirty talking and begging.

“Please?” you bat your eyelashes ever so longingly at him.

“Is that so?” He was now straightening up. His black pupils were dilated, and he was looking at you with the expectation of a loyal puppy waiting for his treat. You grabbed the front hem of his pants and pulled him towards you. In a moment, you had unzipped the material for him.

“I want you to fuck me like you did the first time we met. At the party,” you said. “Do you ever think about it, too?”

“Fuck, of course I do,” he said. Faster than you could register, he was ripping a condom wrapper and sliding it onto his free length. His cock stood angry and hard against his stomach. Perhaps your dramatic words weren’t so far-fetched. You couldn’t wait for him.

“Then do it, please,” you said. “Right now, this pussy is all yours. Use it the way it should be used.”

He muttered a swear under his breath and you knew he was in the palm of your hand. His hot breath fanned your neck as he bent over you, cock aligned with your exposed core. For a moment his length slid through your wetness, and he groaned at the warmth that was about to engulf him.

“I’m so fucking wet,” you moaned. “And all for you.”

You would have been lying if you said you weren’t enjoying the exaggerated show you were putting on for him as much as he did. Although, you weren’t sure whether you were allowed to call it exaggeration, at all. Your walls clenched around nothing as the tip of his cock touched your juices and he eyed you like he could’ve eaten you up right then and there.

When he finally entered you, he instantly sighed. His eyes were shut tightly as he dealt with the impact of feeling you around his shaft. A small spark of triumph went through you. That was, until he pushed your legs up and snapped his hips against yours. A sharp, sudden burst of pleasure shot through you and the coil in your stomach tightened all at once. You suspected your plan was backfiring slightly. Your words not only appealed to him and his famished mind and body. They also got to your head, and there you were, barely able to contain yourself under a load of blind hunger.

“You want me to fuck you senseless, huh?” he asked. His words went straight to your core. Nonetheless, you had a goal to work towards and you weren’t set on giving up.

“Yes, oh my god,” you whimpered. “That’s all I’m asking for. Please, I know you can. You always fuck me so well.”

In response, he rammed his body into yours so abruptly, you gave off a noise of surprise and pleasure at the same time. He bent his upper body over yours to support himself. His hands lay flat on the seat on both sides of your head. His thrusts made your legs shake now and then, when his cock hit that one spot inside of you. It was causing you to see entire galaxies on the inside of your eyelids. When you blinked up at him, the sun had disappeared beyond the horizon. Darkness had always suit him better than the golden sunset, either way. The muscles in his arms flexed and his eyebrows furrowed, and for a moment you called victory yours. But you couldn’t be sure for longer than a moment.

Because from one second to another he straightened up and slowed his thrusts. The gradualness had something equally as striking. He dragged his cock through your scarlet walls and his fingers found your clit. You drew out a ragged breath and cursed him for regaining the upper hand. Yet, you quickly abandoned the thought of defeat. When you allowed yourself to feel the pleasure, every last thought vanished at last. You moaned and whimpered helplessly. Without overthinking, you wrapped your hand around his wrist. He shot you a confused smirk.

“Too much, baby?” he said. “Think you won’t be able to handle it? A shame. It would really be too bad if you lost. You were doing so well up to now.”

You swallowed, hard. His patronizing voice tugged at your nerves and yet you loved when he spoke to you this way during sex. And he was aware of it – hence his knowing grin.

“Don’t stop moving,” you asked him to keep up his thrusts. “It’s not fair, otherwise.”

“Oh no. I would never dare break the rules,” he said.

He did as you said, and it only made things more mind-consuming for you. You were again reminded of the small tornado raging in the pit of your belly, threatening to consume you all over. It was only a matter of time. But what he could do, you could do better.

“Do you like fucking me in my skirt?” you taunted him, blinking ever so sweetly. Your eyes were dripping honey as you put on your most innocent gaze. “Am I pretty like this?”

“You’re the prettiest,” he muttered, biting his lip as if he was stopping a thousand moans from spilling out. “So. Fucking. Hot.”

“If I wear this skirt to class tomorrow, and you see me in the halls, will you think of this moment?” you asked. His fingers on your clit were shaky and moving unevenly. You might have been digging your own grave along with his. You didn’t care. Too many lectures you had wasted, barely able to concentrate because of the boy on top of you.

“Definitely. You weren’t wearing that earlier, at the restaurant,” he said. You wondered how many people had ever seen him this way – utterly breathless, all his cool vaporizing at once.

“Good observation,” you said, but you were struggling with your words as much as he was unable to keep calm. What was meant to sound lazy and seductive had morphed into a whimper and small sighs. “I wasn’t. I- I put it on just for you.”

He cursed again and abandoned all his remaining self-control. His grip on you was iron-tight and you clenched your fists. Oh, how you wished you could have buried your head into a pillow, or better even, the crook of a neck. Instead, you moaned his name almost soundlessly and searched for his dark eyes.

“Say my name again,” he demanded, like it was his last request on earth. So, you obeyed, only because you would have done anything for him right now, if it meant that he would keep fucking you that way.

“Oh my- my god,” you moaned. “Please don’t stop, fuck-“

“You look so hot right now, baby,” he groaned. “Shit- I could come just looking at you.”

“Then do it,” you said. Challengingly, you both smirked at each other. It lasted only the blink of an eye. You felt your insides twist before you could have prevented it. And all of a sudden, you crashed. Your intense orgasm erupted, and it took you several seconds to realize it, but then you heard it. His high-pitched moans, quiet and curse-stricken, could only mean one thing. You weren’t the only one, and therefore not the first to reach your high. A content smile spread on your face as his messy thrusts went on for a short while and you bathed in the remaining moments of bliss.

Silence set in as you both kept still to catch your breaths. You worried he would pin the loss on you, nonetheless, and inwardly braced yourself for his accusations. But to your surprise, he only laughed and collapsed on top of you. His breath tickled your neck slightly.

“We’ll be splitting the bill, I suppose?” he said. He straightened up to look you in the eyes playfully.

“Looks like it,” you said. You guessed his fighting spirit had been appeased and his energy had been spent on better things than arguing with you. You never minded it.

~

“Did you have a nice study session? Does the library lady assume you’re homeless and actually living there, yet?” Chohee teased as you entered your shared kitchen. She was typing on her phone but looked up when you only laughed.

“Is that a hickey?” she asked, and you knew you were done for. “What exactly is it you were studying? H/N’s body?”

“I guess I should tell you. Sooner or later, you’ll know,” you relented.

“Tell me what? Oh my god. Are you guys dating? Are you dating H/N?”

“No! You know I have no time for a boyfriend,” you said. “But…we’ve been hooking up.”

“Damn girl,” she said. “What do you have on him that he keeps coming back?”

“Excuse me? Am I really that boring of a company?”

“No. You’re the best company I could ever ask for, obviously,” she said, smiling at you. “But you remember his reputation. He sleeps with the same girl only once.”

“It’s just a stupid rumor,” you said. “Besides, we’re not just hooking up. He’s my friend. You already knew that.”

“Friend, huh?” Chohee asked. “Alright. So, you’re telling me he can hang out with you without trying to get it on?”

“He can, actually. And let me tell you, he’s cool. And pretty funny, too,” you said. She raised her eyebrows at you. “We’ve set some rules. We hook up, but also hang out as friends. Neither is allowed to be upset when the other turns down sex. We can both hook up with anyone else, still. No jealousy, no attachments. Just a good time.”

“Alright,” Chohee nodded. “If you’re so close, do you think you could introduce me to some of his friends sometime?”

You laughed, nodding. Chohee and H/N had quite some things in common, you realized then. Maybe that’s why you liked the two of them so much.

“Let’s see how long that lasts, then. Don’t wrap him too tightly around your finger, or he might trip and fall,” she winked. It was your turn to raise your eyebrow. Whatever she might have been insinuating – you had zero plans of making it reality. (Yet.)

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