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A New Rhythm | suga x f!reader x woozi

Yoongi has a soft spot for his protege, Jihoon, but you never thought it would extend to sharing you. Not until he tells you Jihoon is a virgin and asks if you'd like the be the one to change that.

You can't say you're opposed to the idea.

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~7.8k | Pairing: myg x f!reader x ljh | Genre: smut

Warnings: dom!yoongi, virgin!jihoon, mentor!yoongi, yoongi tells jihoon what to do and jihoon listens like the good boy he is (most of the time), mentions of f. masturbation, oral f. rec., spitting, fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, piv sex with a condom, restraining, throat holding, piv sex without a condom, oral m. rec., deepthroating, cum swallowing, creampie, plsplspls inbox if i missed anything!

Reader Notes: has breasts and a vagina, same age as yoongi, referred to with fem pronouns/descriptors (she/her, girlfriend), has an iud, wap

You think you’re losing your mind.

That’s the only possible explanation as to why you’re hovering outside of Yoongi’s home studio at four in the morning, arguing with yourself about whether or not you should knock on the door.

He’s been in there for hours, didn’t even come to bed last night, which might explain the plethora of dreams you had. They’re what woke you up, and the absence of Yoongi is what brought you out from under the warm covers and into the chilly night air.

Yoongi’s studio is a small building in your backyard, with no windows and perfect acoustics. He had it built last year, when he finally got tired of going in and out of the city at all hours to work, and he even gave you free reign of the exterior. Now that the garden is blooming and the stones leading to the door have settled into the ground, it really feels like part of your home.

Or it does in the daylight, anyway.

You’ve never come out here at night before, because you’ve never had a need to. You know Yoongi will come inside when he’s finished working so you usually leave him to it, usually try not to interrupt him, but tonight, something is different.

Tonight, you need him.

Desperately.

It’s not like he’s neglecting you, it’s just that he’s been working on a personal project so a lot of his time is spent in the studio, and when he finally calls it a day, all he wants to do is eat and collapse into your arms. You can take care of yourself, quite well, in fact, but nothing beats Yoongi’s touch, nothing.

Every dream you had in your fitful five hours of rest was filled with him; his hands on your body, his mouth between your legs, his cock deep inside of you. It all felt hazy and rose-colored but somehow so real, and when you woke to an empty bed, it was almost heartbreaking.

And it doesn’t help that it’s been ten days since he last fucked you, not that you’ve been counting…

You’d go back to bed if you could, but you already tried to satisfy your craving for him and all that did was leave you wet and wanting him even more, which is why you only feel a little bit guilty when your hand raises and raps twice on the wood in front of you.

It takes a few seconds for the door to open, and when it does, your eyes grow wide and your fingers fly to the hem of your nightie, your suddenly freezing legs reminding you just how short it is.

If it were Yoongi, you wouldn’t care, you’d probably even hike it up a little bit more, but it’s not Yoongi.

It’s Jihoon, your boyfriend’s protege.

“Um,” Jihoon starts, his eyes trailing over your exposed body before snapping back up to your face, a flush reddening the skin of his neck and ears. “Yoongi’s in the middle of a recording session so he didn’t hear the door. Is everything okay?”

“Yes, yeah, um, everything’s fine,” you stammer, because what the hell else can you do?

It’s not like you can admit to someone who’s not your boyfriend that you’re dizzy with desire, especially not when that someone is your boyfriend’s adorable mentee.

Jihoon is barely 27, but he’s been producing since he was in his teens. Yoongi kept an eye on his career for a while and eventually decided to take him under his wing when he noticed he wasn’t advancing in the field like he deserved to be. They’ve been working together for a little under a year now, and Jihoon has become a regular fixture at your house.

You include him in your meals, in your game nights, and even in your karaoke, though he effortlessly outsings you both every single time.

But that doesn’t mean you can tell him you’re here because you need to get fucked.

If Yoongi were the one to answer the door, you wouldn’t have needed to speak, he would have seen that shine to your eyes and known immediately what you needed. You didn’t even know Jihoon was here or you wouldn’t have knocked at all.

Now here you are staring at each other, Jihoon’s blush traveling down under his collar as you shiver in your nightdress, unable to think of even one viable explanation as to why you’re up at four in the morning.

“Babe? What are you doing out there? It’s cold as fuck,” Yoongi appears behind Jihoon, his brows furrowed and his gaze bewildered.

He takes one good look at you and that’s it. He knows.

You can tell by the smirk that’s quirking one side of his mouth up and the heat that flashes in his tired eyes, the sight of both making you bite your lip and twist your fingers in the hem of your nightie.

“We’re gonna take a break, Jihoon. Let’s all go up to the house for a bit, yeah?” Yoongi proposes, though you know it was more of an order than an offer.

You turn mechanically and force one foot in front of the other, trying to ignore the fact that you can feel two sets of eyes on you instead of one.

That’s the theme of the night, apparently, as you find yourself making tea for three, still clad in your pajamas. You would have gone to get a robe but Yoongi caught your hand before you left and asked for some oolong, saying that it’s never as good when he makes it.

While the tea is steeping, you sit on Yoongi’s right side, Jihoon on his left, and try to keep from squirming at the feeling of the cold wooden chair against your hot center. You didn’t bother to put on underwear, sure that Yoongi would just fuck you right there in his studio, and you’re positive he would have, if Jihoon wasn’t there.

But he was, he is, and you have no idea what Yoongi’s game is but you know it’s starting to make you feel a bit crazy, like your skin is too tight for your bones and your heart is too big for your chest.

Then he speaks, and all the blood in your body reaches its boiling point.

“Jihoon was just telling me that he feels like he can’t write sex into his songs because he’s never had it before. Why don’t we help him out with that?”

Jihoon collapses into himself, groaning and cursing, his face buried in his arms where they rest on the table, his muscles strained with tension and his skin bright red.

Yoongi just smiles serenely and looks over to you, raising an eyebrow and lifting his chin like he’s challenging you.

You can’t respond yet, not with the ringing in your ears and the images in your mind, flashbulb memories of how long Jihoon’s fingers are and how voraciously he eats and, worst of all, how he looks when he comes over straight from the gym, his hair still damp from the shower and his veins still popping from the workout.

All things you’ve thought about innocuously, no real intention behind them, now given life, meaning, by Yoongi’s words.

You tilt your head at him, trying to figure out if this is a test, but you don’t see any hint of deception in his eyes. All you see is your boyfriend of four years, wanting to bring someone into the bed you share, wanting to teach someone what it means to give and take pleasure.

No, not just someone, but Jihoon, specifically.

He has a soft spot for the kid and that’s obvious, but you never expected it to extend to sharing you.

However, you’re not… opposed… to the idea.

If anything, you feel yourself get just a bit hotter, just a bit wetter, imagining the both of them in your bedroom.

You know Yoongi can tell how you’re feeling, you’ve never been able to hide a thing from him, and when that satisfied smile stretches his lips, you give up and give in.

“What are your rules?” You ask softly, your eyes darting to Jihoon when he snaps his head up and stares at you, wide eyed and open mouthed.

“He has to wear a condom,” Yoongi says matter-of-factly, before continuing, “Other than that, I have none. What about you?”

You didn’t expect him to turn the question around on you, but you’re grateful he did.

“Same as you,” you respond, before looking to Jihoon. “What are your thoughts?”

He stares at you for a moment, his eyes flicking between you and Yoongi, before he answers, “I - I don’t know. I’m embarrassed, and a little bit annoyed,” he levels a glare at Yoongi. “But I’m… I mean if you’re okay with it, then… then yes, I want this. I’ll wear a condom, I’ll do whatever.”

Yoongi doesn’t even pretend to care about the tea.

He just rises from his chair and extends a hand toward you, waiting for you to take it before nodding at Jihoon, expecting you to reach out to him. You hold your hand out and he grasps it, your fingers intertwining as Yoongi pulls you to the stairs. In between them, you carefully move up the steps, feeling somewhat like you’re on your way to the place of no return.

You know you can stop this at any time, but you fear you won’t want to.

You fear that once you get a taste of Jihoon, of both of them together, that’s all you’ll want.

Yoongi must know, he knows everything about you, and if he wasn’t okay with it, he wouldn’t have offered. So when you cross over the threshold and he lets go of your hand to sit in the chair occupying the corner of your room, you know that he must be anticipating that outcome, and you know that he must be alright with it.

Which makes it easier to turn to Jihoon and cup his cheeks to draw him into a kiss, one that makes him gasp against your lips before he drops a hand to your hip and starts to kiss you back.

He seems experienced enough at this, you think, his plush mouth soft against yours and his tongue tentative where it brushes along the seam of your lips. You open up for him with ease, swallowing his sounds and responding with your own soft hums to show him you’re comfortable.

Your tongue glides against his and he moans, sucking at it with gentle pulses that make your core throb, before you pull away and press a hand to his chest to stop him from following you.

“Let’s move to the bed?” You suggest, perhaps because your knees feel the slightest bit weak but mainly because you’ve been desperate to get Yoongi’s body on top of yours all night. Jihoon isn’t Yoongi, but you think he’ll feel almost as good.

Jihoon nods, his chest rising and falling as he tries to regulate his breathing, waiting for you to climb up and get comfortable before setting a knee on the covers.

“Take your clothes off,” Yoongi calls out from the corner. “She probably wants to see you.”

Jihoon glances over and then looks at you, raising a brow. You shrug shyly and nod, your eyes lowering to his chest as he starts to pull his sweater up. More and more pale skin is revealed, and by the time the fabric clears his head, your gaze is locked on the defining lines of his abdominals. He unties his sweats and pushes them down, stepping out of the cotton and standing before you in just his boxer briefs.

His dick is hard, pressing against the fabric, but you don’t have long to look before he settles on top of you, his elbows bracketing your head and his knees straddling your thighs. His lips find yours again and soon enough, you’re lost in him. He kisses you so attentively, adjusting to your every move, your every breath. It’s not long before you’re squirming beneath him, wanting for more.

“You’re gonna eat her out next,” Yoongi instructs, his voice distant but consuming, echoing in your mind like a looped track.

Jihoon breaks away from you, his eyes heavy lidded and his lips kiss-swollen. He sits back on his knees when you shift up onto your elbows, giving you room to pull your nightie up and off, leaving you bare from head to toe.

His eyes traverse the whole of your body, lingering on your breasts before they land between your thighs, his stare weighty, nearly tangible on you. The thought that you might be the first woman he’s seen naked in person is a heady one, enough to give you the confidence to slide your legs out from between his and spread them on the bed, showing him exactly what he’ll be working with.

His breaths come faster as he gazes at you, slowly moving down to lay on his stomach between your legs, his mouth just inches from your pussy when Yoongi says, “Spit on it.”

“What?” Jihoon questions, turning back to stare at Yoongi in confusion, missing the way you squirm at Yoongi’s instruction.

“You heard me, spit on it. She’s into it.”

“I- No, I’m not gonna fuckin- I’m not spitting on her, that’s ru-”

“Fine, if you won’t, I will,” Yoongi rolls his eyes and rises from his seat, taking a few steps to the bed and pushing at Jihoon’s shoulder when he doesn’t move out of the way.

Yoongi braces his hands on your knees and shoves them further apart, his eyes coasting up your body before they land on yours, a wry smile stretching his lips before he purses them and spits on your pussy. His saliva trails over your clit and down to your entrance, making you gasp and making your cunt clench, your hand shooting down to weave into his hair when he starts to pull back.

“See? Told you,” he murmurs to Jihoon, grasping your wrist and waiting for you to release his hair before stepping away and returning to his chair in the corner.

Your eyes find Jihoon, who looks like he’s been struck. He shakes it off and fills the space between your legs again, flat on his belly with a determined glint to his eye. You can feel his breaths as his mouth gets closer and closer to you, before finally, his tongue drags over you from cunt to clit.

He takes his time learning you, sucking at your folds and dipping into your entrance, never staying in one place for long. He’s making little sounds like he loves the taste of you, the vibrations traveling through your pussy straight to your buzzing brain, straight to the part of you that yearns to be set free.

You long to sink your fingers into his hair and drag him where you want him, take your pleasure from him like he’s a toy, but you know this is a precarious situation, and you’re not going to be the one that tips it out of balance.

So you let him explore, let him figure it out on his own, setting aside the fact that you’ve been aching for hours already. This is Jihoon’s first time, you can stand to not be greedy for once in your life.

Yoongi seems to disagree, telling Jihoon, “Find her clit and suck it, or she’ll never cum.”

You would glare at him for rushing Jihoon, you really would, but then Jihoon listens, his mouth searching until he discovers that bundle of nerves and wraps his lips around it, giving experimental sucks that quickly have your back arching and your toes curling.

“Y-you can, um, put a fing-,” You try to speak but can’t seem to get the words out, not when Jihoon’s mouth is so soft and wet and his tongue is so agile from years of playing the clarinet, the tip lapping at your clit in between pulses of his lips.

“Baby, I’ll tell him what to do, you just lay back and enjoy, okay?” Yoongi says in a soothing tone, making your eyes flicker open so you can see him. You know he wants you to answer him so you force your head to move up and down in a nod, melting into the bed when he sends you that indulgent, proud little smile.

“Jihoon, start with two fingers, she likes to feel full. Palm up,” Yoongi instructs Jihoon, his voice more distant, less affectionate now that he’s not talking to you.

Jihoon’s fingertips glide through your arousal, dipping into your entrance and starting to push inside. You’re still a bit stretched out from taking care of yourself earlier so there’s barely any resistance, his fingers sinking in slowly but surely.

His tongue stutters against you, a weak groan escaping him as your cunt molds to his digits. You squeeze around them just to hear that sound again, biting back a grin when the next groan is louder.

“Feels good, doesn’t she? Now imagine that around your cock,” Yoongi smirks smugly, his eyes caught on the blush rising up the back of Jihoon’s neck. “Gotta make her cum first.”

With renewed fervor, Jihoon sucks at your throbbing clit, his fingers twitching inside of you but not moving yet.

“Now you’re gonna find her g-spot. Curl your fingers and tap until you feel a different texture, you’ll know you’ve got it when she gets wetter.”

Ever the quick study, Jihoon puts Yoongi’s words to action, his fingers crooking and rubbing along your front wall in search of the patch that can make you gush. He encounters it soon enough, grazing the erogenous zone with his fingertips and tapping into it when you gasp and clench down.

You do get wetter, just like Yoongi said, and you can’t help but move with Jihoon’s fingers as he starts to slide them in and out, the tips hooking into your sweet spot on every thrust. You should have expected him to have perfect rhythm and lithe, talented fingers just like Yoongi does, because maybe then it wouldn’t be a surprise when you feel the stirrings of heat deep in your belly.

Would it be embarrassing to cum so soon? Yoongi can get you there in five minutes flat but this is Jihoon, should you try to hold out for longer so he has more time to practice? What if he’s disappointed that you-

“Baby, stop worrying. Just cum when you want to,” Yoongi says softly, and not for the first time, you feel blessed to have a partner who knows you inside and out.

You don’t need his permission to cum but now that you have it, you can feel your climax building even faster, feel it growing, glowing inside of you as Jihoon moans into your pussy, as if he’s echoing Yoongi’s words.

That and the flawless grind of his fingertips into your g-spot are what throw you over the edge, darkness eclipsing your vision as you tumble into a pleasure so deep, you can feel it in your bones.

It races through your bloodstream, electric and razor sharp, setting all of your nerves on edge and stealing every molecule of air in your lungs. You gasp through it, clenching your fingers in the pillow beneath your head so you don’t reach down, tangle them in his hair, and hold him to you until he’s as breathless as you are.

You think you could cum again if he just keeps his tongue curled around your clit and his fingers digging into your g-spot like this. Hell, you’d probably cum even harder, get even wetter for him, even hotter.

It’s so close you can almost taste it, but he starts to pull away and you swallow down the cry of protest that rises in your throat, fighting off disappointment that you fear you don’t have a right to. Yoongi likes to go for more than one but Jihoon isn’t Yoongi, and you can’t expect him to behave the same way.

Yoongi does, evidently, because he says as if it should be obvious, “Keep going.”

“What? She already-”

“She can cum again, keep going.”

When Jihoon looks up at you for confirmation, Yoongi heaves a beleaguered sigh and ambles to the bed, placing a knee on the mattress for stability before leaning over Jihoon’s shoulder and gripping the back of his neck, pushing and holding him down.

Jihoon is more than strong enough to break free if he wants to, which makes it even sweeter when he closes his eyes and dives back into you, one of his hands scooping under your thigh to pull it up onto his shoulder. Now you’re the one holding him down, and Yoongi’s lips stretch in a satisfied smile, like Jihoon has finally done something to be proud of, before he loosens his grasp and returns to his chair.

You’ve lost some momentum in the seconds without stimulation, but you can’t escape the image of your boyfriend shoving his protege’s face into your cunt and that’s almost enough to get you right back where you were.

It helps that Jihoon seems to be insatiable now, though whether he’s desperate for you or desperate to prove himself to Yoongi, you don’t know. It doesn’t really matter either way, not with his lips wrapped around your clit and his tongue digging up under the hood to lap directly at the nerves. His fingers join in too, fucking into you harder and faster, beckoning out enough arousal that you can feel it dripping down your perineum.

The sounds are obscene, the wet suction of his mouth and the squelching of his fingers bringing heat to your cheeks. You wonder if Jihoon can hear or if your thighs are muffling the noises, part of you hoping they are and most of you hoping they aren’t.

You want him to hear what he’s doing to you, want him to know that he’s pleasing you, that his efforts are appreciated, which is why you finally decide to stop holding back.

Your hands skate down your body and delve into his hair, pulling his face even deeper into your pussy as you whimper long and loud. “There she is,” Yoongi murmurs, barely audible with your voice ringing in the air.

Jihoon groans earnestly in response, his hips twitching against the bed and his fingers spasming inside of you before they stop fucking in and out and instead start prodding your g-spot, rubbing and tapping and grinding until you lock down around them, cumming with a gush and a shout.

He doesn’t stop this time, relentless in the pursuit of pulling every last bit of bliss out of you as if he’s learned his lesson. Yoongi always says that Jihoon takes direction well, and you’re honored to experience the evidence of it yourself.

Honored and dizzy, if you’re being truthful.

Your head spins, your pussy growing sensitive and your pleasure growing sharp, almost stinging as he continues to batter your front wall with his fingertips and stab his tongue into your overworked clit.

“Jihoon,” you whine brokenly, drawing out his name and gripping his hair tighter, unsure of whether you want to push him away or pull him closer.

“Don’t stop,” Yoongi calls out, but it sounds like he’s underwater, or maybe you are, every noise in the room muted and dull compared to the roaring in your ears, the rushing of your blood in your veins as your heart races in your chest.

“Maybe you’ll make her-”

Time slows down when Jihoon grunts his assent into you, the vibration just enough to send you spiraling into a euphoria so acute, it brings tears to your eyes. Your vision whites out and you think you scream, and then you’re levitating, no longer on the bed, perhaps not even on the planet anymore.

When your soul returns to your body and you blink your watery eyes open, the first thing you see is Jihoon. He’s still between your legs but now he’s bright red, his chest heaving as he fights to breathe, your arousal covering him from his cheeks down to his sternum.

You would feel nervous about his reaction but as soon as your eyes meet his, he’s climbing up over you and pressing his swollen lips to yours, his kiss ravenous and his tongue soaked with you.

When he pulls away, you’ve got your own essence smeared all over your mouth, and you’re not even startled to feel a familiar hand in your hair. The hand tugs your head to the side and you let your eyes flutter closed, anticipating the swipe of Yoongi’s tongue over your bottom lip. He loves how you taste, even if it’s not directly from the source.

You can feel Jihoon’s eyes on you as Yoongi licks your face clean, and you wonder if he thinks he’s going to get the same treatment.

He might, honestly.

But not tonight, it seems, as Yoongi smacks a kiss onto your lips and lets go of your hair, reaching in the bedside table for the condoms you haven’t used since you got your IUD placed a few months ago.

“You didn’t blow your load, right?” Yoongi glances at Jihoon, raising an eyebrow teasingly and laughing at the way Jihoon glares and says, “No, I’m still fucking hard, thanks for asking.”

Out of loyalty to your boyfriend, you won’t point out that Yoongi actually did blow his load the first time he ever made you squirt.

“You still up for it, baby? Not too sore or sleepy?” Yoongi crouches next to you and cups your face, brushing his thumb over the curve of your cheekbone and gazing at you with gentle, patient eyes.

“I’m still up for it,” you smile peacefully, watching as he hands Jihoon the condom and taking the opportunity to stretch, reaching your arms up above your head and pointing your toes, a soft keening sound leaving you as you relax into the bed again.

When your eyes find Jihoon and Yoongi, both of them are staring at your tits, a dazed look on their faces that makes them appear even more alike.

Yoongi snaps out of it first, blinking rapidly and readjusting in the chair, making you notice for the first time just how hard he is.

You knew he’d have to be into the idea of watching you fuck someone else to propose this in the first place, but you didn’t expect him to be so wrought with desire. You can see it on his face now that you’re really looking at him, the passion in his shadowed eyes and the lustful clench of his jaw giving him away.

You bite back a smile and turn your gaze to Jihoon just in time to watch as he slides off the bed and pushes his underwear down. His cock pops up then hangs heavily, the head blushed red and the length wrapped in veins. He’s similar in size to Yoongi, maybe a bit thicker and slightly shorter, and you’re relieved to know both that the condom will fit and that he won’t stretch you beyond your limits.

Finally, you look at his face again, only to find him staring at you, his eyes staying locked with yours as he brings the condom packet up to his mouth and tears it open with his teeth. At first, you think he’s trying (and succeeding) to be sexy, but then you realize his hands are trembling, just a little, just enough to relay the nerves he’s kept hidden.

“I’ll put it on,” you tell him as you extend a hand and wait for him to drop the condom in your palm, beckoning him forward with your other hand until he climbs back up on the bed and settles on his knees in front of you.

Slowly, you reach out and take hold of his cock, not reacting to the stilted gasp and muted swear that escapes Jihoon though you want to coo and kiss his cheek, he’s so adorable. You pinch the tip and roll the condom on with ease, ensuring it’s snug at the base before giving his hip a squeeze and laying back.

He follows you and braces his hands on either side of your head, his eyes heavy lidded and his cheeks flushed as he leans down to kiss you. His cock drags over your thigh before you spread your legs and hitch them up on his hips, one of your hands snaking between your bodies to position him at your entrance.

Jihoon takes in a deep, shuddering breath before beginning to push forward, his eyelids fluttering and his mouth dropping open as he feels the heat of you around his cock for the first time. The condom is a foreign sensation after all these weeks of taking Yoongi bare, and the fact that it’s Jihoon inside you instead of him is even more odd, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t feel good.

Because it does, he does, especially when you remember that it’s been ten days since you had anything but a vibrator. Jihoon is warm, and thick, and real, and best of all, he’s holding back whimpers, his eyes closed and his face screwed up in pleasure, his hips jerking into yours in little thrusts like he can’t bear to keep still.

When he bottoms out, he collapses to his elbows, leaving his chest pressed against yours and his face just inches away, every microscopic change in his expression obvious to you with him so close.

You can tell he’s steeling himself to pull out, his jaw clenching and his brow furrowing as he draws his hips back slowly, his cock leaving the warm clutch of your pussy until only the head remains. You don’t even think he’s breathing, his cheeks turning red and his face growing pained, like it feels so good, it hurts.

He slides back in and you make the mistake of squeezing down, and that’s when he stutters, “F-fuck, I can’t- ‘m sorry, I’m gonna fucking-”

His cock jerks and twitches and there’s a muted burst of warmth inside of you, one that’s contained in rubber as he tips into the abyss, his forehead dropping down to rest on your collarbone and his body shaking on top of yours.

His gasps sound more like sobs, his beautiful, diminutive cries of pleasure making you flutter around him, prolonging his orgasm until he’s hissing through clenched teeth and digging his hips into yours as if in retribution.

He starts to soften inside of you and you’re content to let him rest and recuperate, but Yoongi has other ideas.

“Get up,” he commands, making your eyes flick over to him, a glower overtaking your face when he repeats himself. “Jihoon, get up.”

Jihoon reaches down and grips the base of his cock as he withdraws from you, holding the condom in place and cringing when he fully leaves your pussy. He slips the condom off and ties a clumsy knot, tossing it in the waste basket that sits under Yoongi’s bedside table before shuffling off the bed.

He doesn’t look at you, and you wonder if he’s too embarrassed or if he thinks he’ll be met with disappointment. Maybe both, and Yoongi certainly isn’t helping the situation. You don’t know what he’s playing at, rushing Jihoon like this, being so harsh when Jihoon’s at his most vulnerable, but you don’t care for it.

“Yoongi,” you murmur lowly, a warning in your voice.

“Baby, I’m not doing this to be mean. I just want him to learn,” Yoongi placates you, rising from the chair and pointing at it. He waits for Jihoon to take a seat before making his way toward you, gripping the back of his shirt to haul it off as he walks. He sheds his sweats next, his boxers dropping with them, and when you set your eyes on his cock, they almost bulge out of your head.

You think this is the hardest you’ve ever seen him, his dick a purplish rose and his balls heavy, full. You’re speechless, wide eyed, as he climbs onto the bed and reaches for your legs. He arranges you how he wants, planting his hands on the underside of your thighs and pushing them up against your body until he can get his shoulders under your knees.

One hand settles next to your head for balance and the other grips his cock, lightly smacking your pussy with it, the weeping head landing right on your swollen clit. You squirm and gasp at the feeling, your entrance clenching around nothing, pushing out more of your arousal to drip down your ass onto the bed.

He does it again, and again, and again, until you’re whimpering and clawing at him, ready to beg him to just fucking put it in already, and that’s when he guides his cock into place and slides home.

You and Yoongi moan in unison, yours more high pitched than his though both ring with relief.

Him and Jihoon don’t feel all that different but Yoongi is familiar, Yoongi is loved, Yoongi is yours, and that heightens every sensation. He stays buried in you, his gaze locked with yours, possession burning in his eyes like a wildfire.

You’re sure it’s because he gets to feel you bare and Jihoon doesn’t, and you wonder if he’s staying still for so long because he wants you to remember who you belong with. Then you feel him twitch inside of you and notice the tension on his face, and you know that’s not the case at all.

It’s that he’s inches away from doing exactly what Jihoon did, except he doesn’t have the excuse of being a virgin.

Yoongi hasn’t cum early in years, has practically become a paragon of self-control and patience, lasting long enough to get you there twice even when you first did away with the condoms. You’re almost gleeful to discover he’s so close to the edge right now, and you’re about to clamp down around him and push him even closer when his eyes harden and he mutters, “Don’t you fucking dare.”

And you try to listen, you really, really do, but you just can’t help the way your pussy responds to him, especially when he uses that voice on you.

So truly, it’s not even your fault when your walls swallow around his cock and suck him in deeper, the ragged groan he lets out only making you clench down more.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” you whisper faintly, taking a deep breath and attempting to relax your inner muscles as he starts to pull out. “Don’t go,” you whimper, clinging to whatever skin you can reach, one hand wrapping around the wrist next to your head and the other flying down to grasp his hip.

You’re not strong enough to hold him in place, so you know it’s of his own volition when he stops moving, your cunt squeezing around what’s still inside, your whole body begging him not to leave.

He leans in close and narrows his eyes at you, probably trying to see if you’re playing some kind of trick on him, but you know there’s nothing in your gaze but a frantic wish to keep him inside, to finally feel him fuck you like you’ve needed for the last ten days.

His face softens into something fond and he murmurs, “Gonna give you what you need, baby.”

Then, with his eyes still on yours, he calls out, “Jihoon, c’mere.”

You hear him padding over to the bed, and you’re sure he’s just as confused as you are at his sudden involvement. Yoongi straightens up, breaking free of your hold and sitting back on his knees before gripping your hips tightly and pulling your ass into his lap, filling you with his cock and making space at the head of the bed in one rough move.

“Get on the bed, grab her hands,” Yoongi tells Jihoon, his stern voice leaving no room for questioning.

It seems Jihoon has learned his lesson by now, obeying Yoongi quickly and carefully, sliding into place behind you with his legs spread under your shoulders. His hands reach for yours and you offer them with only a little apprehension, gasping when he lifts your upper body enough for your head to rest on his thigh, your hands held against his toned stomach.

“Comfy, babe?” Yoongi asks you, waiting for you to nod before drawing his hips back until only the tip rests inside of you. He shoves forward, his pelvis smacking into your ass, a slick squelch sounding when he bottoms out.

He doesn’t give you any time to get used to it, every thrust that follows just as deep, just as vicious.

The rhythm of his cock slamming into you overtakes your heartbeat, your cunt throbbing and drooling around him as he rams into you, forcing your wetness out of your pussy and your thoughts out of your head.

Soon enough, you’re mindless with pleasure and writhing in their laps, arching into and away from the wicked bucking of Yoongi’s hips, his cock plunging into you so fast and so hard, you aren’t sure you’ll survive.

You can’t stop crying either, whining and blubbering nonsense words intercut with your boyfriend’s name, pleading for him to keep going because you’ll die if he stops but also he might kill you if he doesn’t.

“You can take it, baby,” Yoongi breathlessly assures you, his eyes lighting up with a devilish idea. “Maybe you just need something to focus on. Turn your head.”

Maybe he’s right, maybe you do just need to devote what little brain power you have left to something, so you turn your head and there it is, Jihoon’s bright red, rock hard cock.

With a desirous moan, you lean forward and drag your tongue up the side of his shaft, following one of the veins that winds around his dick like a vine. He chokes out a groan, his hands holding yours tighter when you tilt your head back and whimper, “Jihoon, please, put it in my mouth.”

There are tears streaming down your cheeks as you part your lips, laying your tongue out to entice him more. Yoongi is still fucking you, hasn’t let up for even a second, and you can feel his eyes on you as Jihoon transfers your hands to one of his and grips the base of his dick, pointing it in your direction and slowly feeding it into your mouth.

The angle is awkward but you can work with it, letting out a garbled ‘thank you’ and consciously relaxing your throat so he can slide deeper inside.

“That’s my girl, such nice manners,” Yoongi coos with a slight tone of condescension, watching as you swallow around Jihoon’s cock and fight not to choke.

“Wanna feel something amazing?” Yoongi asks Jihoon, who mutters doubtfully, “Something better than this?” and then he must nod because Yoongi says, “Put your hand on her throat. You can squeeze a little.”

Both of your hands are still gathered up in one of Jihoon’s, and you feel his free hand tentatively wrap around your neck, making you whine around him and clench around Yoongi.

“Fuck, is that my-” An avid groan cuts him off, his fingers spasming on your throat, though they don’t tighten to the point of pain.

A trickle of precum slides down your esophagus and you swallow again, your throat working around his thick cock, taking in another inch. You’re almost at the root now, close enough for your chin to brush his balls, and you’re about to get the last little bit inside when Yoongi scoops his hips on a stroke out and grinds right over your g-spot.

You squeak and jerk between them, your back arching as he starts to aim every single thrust there, battering the patch of nerves until you think you’ll cum just from this, just from his dick inside of you.

Then you feel his hand work itself between your thighs, his fingers cruel and exacting on your clit, and you have to pull off of Jihoon to gasp for air as an orgasm tears through you like a tornado, your pleasure wild, furious, devastating.

He doesn’t let up for even a minute, fucking you through it and leaning down over you to sink a hand into your hair, guiding your mouth back to Jihoon’s cock.

“Make him cum, baby.”

You bury him in your mouth again, nuzzling down until your nose brushes his skin and his cock fills your throat. He twitches and leaks, and you just know he’s close, but you don’t have the right angle to bob your head up and down, to give him any friction. All you can do is swallow and moan plaintively and hope it’ll be enough to carry him over the edge.

Your teary eyes flicker up and lock with his, and that’s what does it. His face crumples and a strangled moan forces its way out of his mouth as his cum shoots down your throat, his cock twitching, pulsing, throbbing between your lips. His grasp on your hands is so tight, it almost hurts, but the fingers on your neck never grip harder, never constrict to the point of suffocation.

Your throat convulses around him and he pulls out with a wounded sound, probably too sensitive to stay in the wet heat of your mouth any longer. His hand pets your neck and glides up to your face, wiping your tears away and cupping your cheek as Yoongi’s fingers start to swirl between your legs again.

You don’t know if you have another release left in you, but if you do, Yoongi will draw it out, and he’ll do it with a smile on his face. He’s mean that way, but so nice too, and now that all you have to focus on is the feeling of him surging in and out of you, the spark of painful bliss is familiar.

It reminds you that you’ve survived him before, and that this time won’t be any different even if you don’t feel like the same person after.

Yoongi fucks you like he’s remaking you in the shape of him, like he wants to take you down to your nuts and bolts then build you back up in a new form, one that bears his signature. It’s raw and rough and filthy, but beautiful too, which is always how he leaves you feeling when he’s had his way with you.

That’s the last thought you have before he sweeps all of them up and away with one final circle of his fingers on your sensitive, swollen clit.

Euphoria and agony battle within you, your climax excruciating but rapturous, sending you into a spiral of warring sensations that have you near delirious until finally, finally, finally, Yoongi lets himself break.

You whimper at the feeling of his cock hardening and twitching in your spent pussy but his cum flowing into you is a balm, soaking your delicate, tender walls with a warm wash of white. You breathe through the sting of overstimulation, your eyes watering again and your body shuddering between Jihoon and Yoongi.

Sometimes Yoongi stays inside after but you think he can tell you’re too wrung out, so he carefully slides out of you and lowers your legs from his shoulders, his palms gliding up and down your thighs in a soothing manner.

“Jihoon,” he says softly, his eyes still on you. “Go through that door and grab a washcloth from the closet, the softest one you can find. Get it wet with some warm water and bring it here.”

Jihoon is quick to follow Yoongi’s instruction, supporting your neck as he slips out from under you and brushing a thumb over your cheekbone before he leaves.

You hear the opening and closing of a door, then running water, then the quiet padding of feet on hardwoods. Your eyes have fluttered closed but you’re not surprised when you feel gentle hands cleaning you up, dabbing the washcloth between your legs, mindful of your sensitivity.

They fly open when you hear Yoongi say, “You can stay in the guestroom, if you want. It’s clean and ready for you.”

“You can stay in the guestroom, Jihoon is staying right here,” you assert, reaching blindly for him and clinging to his hand when you find it.

The time after losing your virginity can be fraught with emotion, and you’re not going to make Jihoon go through that alone. You also happen to feel unbearably fond of him now, and you’re itching to give him the affection he deserves after listening to Yoongi so well.

Yoongi just holds his hands up in surrender, muttering, “You’re middle spoon, then.”

As if that’s some kind of hardship.

Yoongi pulls two pairs of pajamas and a big t-shirt out of his drawer, passing one set over to Jihoon before walking over to you and carefully pulling the t-shirt over your head. He reaches into the arm holes and pulls your arms through like you can’t do it yourself, and you’d tease him if you didn’t feel so exhausted, you could pass out.

You have to get up so Yoongi can strip the comforter off the bed, and instead of putting it in the wash like he should, he just tosses it to the floor and grabs the backup from the closet. He waits for you to get under the sheets before throwing it over you, letting it float down to cover the bed and climbing in behind you.

Clothed in his borrowed pajamas, Jihoon awkwardly hovers by the side of the bed, looking unsure. You turn down his side of the comforter and reach a tired hand out, sighing contentedly when he blushes, smiles, and slides in, snuggling up against you.

Yoongi’s arm wraps around your waist and yours wraps around Jihoon’s, and the three of you sink into sleep easily, comfortably, warmly, even as the sun rises and seeps through the edges of your blackout curtains.

They’re making breakfast together and chatting about music when you limp downstairs, fresh out of the shower and starving out of your mind. You wonder if it will be awkward, but then Yoongi presses a kiss to your cheek and raises a brow at Jihoon, clapping him on the shoulder when he does the same, and that's how you know things will be just fine.

AN: would not exist without @bbychocolat jokingly saying "woozi yoongi threesome" and the help of @highvern @whipped-for-kpop-fics @wooahaeproductions and @daechwitatamic! thank you all for sharing your yoongi expertise and holding my hand throughout this journey (and it was a journey)

i've never written yoongi before!! pls tell me your thoughts i am desperate to know 💖

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ineffable-gallimaufry · 4 months

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if they made a homestuck movie:

VOICEOVER: it's coming...

*two drum beats*

JOHN EGBERT: *puts the disk for sburb into his computer* i'm in

VOICEOVER: this summer

*two drum beats*

ROSE LALONDE: *rolls eyes* john, stop goofing around

VOICEOVER: prepare to be stuck...

*two drum beats*

JADE HARLEY: *wakes up and looks around*

VOICEOVER: at home

*two drum beats*

DAVE STRIDER: *spins record* woah, this is off the wall, yo

*shitty orchestral cover of sburban jungle plays*

ROXY: but you don't understand! this game is dangerous!

*cut to dave leaving his clone behind at his quest bed*

DAVE: i can't do it... i just can't kill another me...

*bec noir appears next to alt dave*

ALT DAVE: he's right behind me isn't he

*fades to black as bec noir slashes a sword at alt dave's neck*

*text on screen reads "ASCEND"*

*cut to rose in her shed*

JOHN: rose, the meteor's gonna hit!!

ROSE: *grabs computer* *rolls eyes*

*text on screen reads "DESCEND"*

*cut to scenes of the war on the chess field*

*text on screen reads "RISE UP"*

*cut to john, running out of his kitchen*

JOHN: these imps are everywhere!!

*text on screen reads "ABSCOND"*

ROSE: it's all over...

*cut to the various sprites being sprited*

*cut to jake kissing dirk's head*

DIRK STRIDER: *standing nearby* *coughs* awkward...

*cut to terezi and john after game over*

TEREZI: john, 1t's 4ll up to you now...

JOHN: *gasps*

*cut to john and dave hugging*

NEPETA: *grins* :33< i ship ittttt

KARKAT: *facepalm*

*cut to terezi and vriska facing off*

TEREZI: vr1ska, you c4n't do th1s!

VRISKA: watch me!

*montage of vriska doing a bunch of random and cool stuff*

VRISKA: i can do anything!!!!!!!!

*cut to grimdark rose and dave*

ROSE: to win... we're gonna have to blow up the sun

DAVE: awww snap

*text on screen reads "NIC CAGE"*

JOHN: and i mean, of COURSE con air is the best movie ever!! what other movie would you even suggest

*text on screen reads "LIL NAS X"*

DAVE: man, this isn't even the best song in obama's whole rap career

*text on screen reads "AMANDLA STENBERG"*

ROSE: *rolls eyes* whatever, mom! i'm summoning cuthulu!

*text on screen reads "ZENDAYA"*

JADE: *petting bec* oh, who's the best dog! is it you?

*a bunch more celebrity names on screen*

*text on screen reads "BASED ON THE WEBCOMIC BY ANDREW HUSSIE"*

ANDREW HUSSIE: *sitting in chair* wait, am i still in this movie? do i still die?

VOICEOVER: yes

HUSSIE: oh poop

*text on screen reads "HOMESTUCK: THE MOVIE"*

JOHN: we're gonna save the world... or die trying

*quick montage of every single death scene*

DAVE: i think we're gonna die trying

JOHN: daaaaveeee

*text on screen reads "COMING THIS SUMMER"*

*cut to dave beatboxing*

KARKAT: CAN YOU SHUT UP?!

DAVE: are you gonna make me?

NEPETA: :33< ooooh—

DAVE and KARKAT in unison: DON'T SAY IT

NEPETA: :33< ship it

*they both sigh*

*cut to black*

#homestuck #sorry this is horrible i didn't mean to bring it into the world #john egbert #rose lalonde #dave strider #jade harley #vriska serket #terezi pyrope #roxy lalonde #jake english #dirk strider #karkat vantas #nepeta leijon #this would be hilarious though because i don't even know HOW they would fit homestuck into a two and a half hour long movie #it would be impossible

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doyoulikethissong-poll · 12 days

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the Chemical Brothers - Galvanize 2004

"Galvanize" is a song by British electronic music duo the Chemical Brothers featuring vocals by American rapper Q-Tip. It was released on 22 November 2004 as the first single from their fifth studio album, Push the Button (2005). "Galvanize" won the Grammy Award for Best Dance Recording in February 2006.

The song peaked at number 3 on the UK Singles Chart on 23 January 2005. It was the Chemical Brothers' highest-charting single in their native UK since "Hey Boy Hey Girl", which had also reached number 3 in 1999. The song peaked at number 1 in Greece and Spain. In Australia, it was ranked number 65 on Triple J's Hottest 100 of 2004.

The track features a distinct Moroccan Chaabi music string sample from Najat Aatabou's 1992 song "Hadi Kedba Bayna" ("This Lie is Obvious" in Arabic). The track also features rapping by Q-Tip (member of A Tribe Called Quest, and previously featured in the polls at #146 with Janet Jackson's "Got 'til It's Gone"). In part of the song, it is played a sample from the duo's first single "Leave Home", released in 1995.

62,3% pushed the correct buttons.

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#finished #high yes #low reblog #00s #the chemical brothers #q tip

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princessbrunette · 1 month

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hai!!!! just curious, because ik everyone kinda has their own definitions when it comes to different kinds of readers, what do you describe puppy/kitty/bunny/deer!reader as? what makes them them?

anyway, luv ya n all that ya do- ,,^-^,,

ooo fun question !! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ³ ᵔ ꒱ྀིა

BUNNY:

she was born for the soft life. a highly organised system in her closet, and a whole separate closet just for shoes. she’s not bratty, she doesn’t even know what being bratty is or how to do it, but there are of course times she starts thumping her foot, whining and pulling at rafes clothes. this petulant behaviour is often solved by a stern look, a tap on the cheek or a reach under the skirt to tug at her fluffy bunny butt plug. her nose twitches when she’s upset, and has a big toothy grin when she’s happy. she leaves the glitter from her body all over rafe’s clothes, mink eyelash extensions on the sink, tubes of lipgloss in her boyfriends pockets. she’s an r&b / rap girl lover to her core, and a day isn’t complete without bouncing around her room to flo milli or saweetie. bunny doesn’t have an ounce of shame in her body— whether that’s from her skirt riding up in public (as to which rafe has to irritably tug it down again) to pawing at him, begging him for dick infront of his friends. luckily, rafe doesn’t have much shame either.

KITTY:

be careful, she bites! no really, she does — cross her and she’s squinting at you, sinking her teeth into an arm until you yelp. according to jj, anyway. she’s odd, and that’s what he likes about her— collecting horror movie memorabilia and trinkets from the thrift store she thinks might be ‘haunted’. she keeps her nails long, stiletto shaped even — whether that’s from scraping her money together for acrylics or growing them out herself. she has the craziest oral fixation, always needing something to lick, suck or chew on— that something often being her boyfriend jj. despite the black liner in her waterline, she is still a spoilt little priss who needs her pink ribbons tied round anything and everything, requiring the fluffiest of blankets and pillows for her daily nap. unlike bunny, she does work — having a little gig as a bartender/waitress at a beachside restaurant. she gets super huffy and puffy, not enjoying having to speak to so many people — but her boyfriend gaining a linecook job at the same joint makes things better. she’s deftones biggest fan, even owning a pair of panties with their album cover on the front. jj loves seeing them on the floor of his room.

PUPPY:

she’s playful, clingy, and ever so whiny. shes the most energetic of the bunch, firing off into a million topics at once, talking and talking until john b has to interrupt her to tell her to breathe or she will pass out. her signature is her big doe eyes, used as a weapon ready to fire at all times on anyone who dares to upset her. she’s not spoilt, infact she’s very humble and fairly docile unless provoked— she just requires oodles of attention and affection, pats on the head and praise are her love language! she works at the local pet store, often coming home with hilarious stories about handling animals, john b plucking hay out of her hair as she tells them. she has the energy to keep up with all the animals, running around until she arrives home to john b and passes out on his lap for a quick nap before bursting into a fit of energy once more. pup is never seen without her walkman, and can often be found dancing around the empty chateau with 80s pop blaring in her ears, or knocked out with the audio tapes john b had recorded for her to help her sleep.

DEER:

riddled with anxiety, whilst somehow being the most still and unsettling person in the room. deer!reader, much like a real deer is skittish, easily frightened, but ever so curious. she has a different view on the world to most of her peers, a master in people watching and could win any staring competition. she’s often found with her nose in a book, the topic being either of something completely fanatical, or something informative and peculiar. due to her reading habits, much like her boyfriend pope she is a whirlpool of information, constantly quietly spewing facts into his ear (which let’s be real, is practically foreplay for the two of them.) she has a tendency to get into trouble from her prying, exploring and staring — but she doesn’t mean to come across that way, she’s the picture of innocence really! she likes 50s/ 60s music, finding a charming and simple peace to the sound — and is a mass collector of callico critters, sonny angels and blythe dolls. pope finds it adorable.

#anon #bunny!reader #kitty!reader #puppy!reader #deer!reader

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bangchansgirlsblog · 3 months

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Hii i love ur work i was wondering if u could do an angst story when ur the fem 9th member and jyp adds another fem member and they start ignoring you yelling at u and acting harsh and only one member is by ur side all the time

Replaceable

-9th skz

Warning: yelling, panic attacks, harsh tones, angst

Pairing: I.N x 9th member

Summary: a new member joins your group and it seems everything starts crashing down when you realize your being slowly replaced.

!not proofread!

Hey thank you so much for the request! I hope you enjoy this short story lol! Have a good day 🩷

"Chan? I don't know where you are but I've been outside. Waiting. You promised to pick me up remember? Just text me or call me when you get this." I send the voicemail and let out a frustrated sigh. Had he forgotten to pick you up again? This was starting to become really annoying.

The last time he forgot because apparently the new girl, Haneul, needed help recoding something for the album. I let it go because it was the album after all and I want what's best for the team. But this time I had no idea why he wasn't texting or picking up.

The sky starts to drizzle and I let out a sigh. Slowly starting the walk home. I knew I was going to be soaking wet when I arrive at the dorms so I just put my phone in my bag to avoid it from getting spoilt.

The past few weeks, the schedule was really busy especially now that their was a 10th member. Everyone was trying to make her feel like home even offering her MY room as I took the couch until we were transferred to our new dorm. It was frustrating because now everyone's attention was on her and the fact that the boys were excited for a girl joining got me thinking that maybe they were tired of me.

The rain was pouring heavy now and my tears were too. Last week Han forgot to practice with you because he was with Haneul teaching her the rap part for the new song. Last week Felix forgot that you were making brownies with him and decided to do it with Haneul instead. Last week Changbin double booked his schedule with the recording studio and told me to come at a later date because Haneul needed more attention. LAST week Leeknow took her to the new game park when he had promised me to go with.

Haneul was slowly getting me replaced. The less I talked the more nobody would notice me.

My phone vibrates and I quickly pull out my phone.

"H-hello?" I say into it while snifling.

"Y/nie? Love? Are you there? What's all that noise?" I hear I.N's voice booming through the phone obviously panicking.

"I'm walking home." I sadly say looking at the puddles that had completely got my shoes wet.

"But it's raining dogs and cats outside! Yah! You're going to get sick."

"Chan forgot to pick me up again but it's okay I'm like 2 minutes away from the house."

"Oh baby. Let me make you some hot chocolate and run you a bath."

"You don't have to babe-"

"No I will! Now hurry along please. I want you home safe."

I say a little bye before rushing to get home.

My shoes let out squishy sounds against the hard wood floor as I make my way through the house.

"Where's Chan?" I glare at Changbin who's walking to the kitchen.

He stops and his eyes go wide when he finally sees me. "Oh my God. What happened babydoll?" He gasps at the state I'm in.

"Where. Is. Chan?" I ask one more time. Angry wasn’t even the word that could explain the emotion I felt at the moment.

"His in the studio-"

I walk past him and charge at the studio where I open the door to find him with Haneul laughing at something.

Was he being Foreal right now?

"Chan how could you?!" I say hurt at him causing him to jump and look up at me.

"Y/n? Oh my God what happened to you? Why are you soaking wet-"

"You fucking forgot to pick me up from schedules Where were you huh? Huh?" I frown and glare at him.

He looks panicked as he picks up his phone to check his reminders but his eyes open wide in realization.

"Oh my God- y/nie I'm so sorry. Haneul-"

“It’s okay,” I say not even bothering to fight with him. It wasn’t worth it. It was tiring.

"What’s going on guys?" Leeknow says coming into the room confused.

“Yah! Y/n your getting the whole house wet with your clothes? What’s your problem?” He scolds me.

“I had to walk through the rain and you don’t even care, no need to yell at me.”

The boys all start piling up into the room trying to figure out what the matter was.

"Y/n! Your wet!" Han exclaims

“Yes I think I get the point people!” I groan and shiver as the cold air hits my body.

“Y/n go get change please, now I have to clean up your mess,” Leeknow’s tone is harsh. I can hear it with a tint of frustration.

“Jeez Leeknow you won’t even bother to ask if I’m okay?” I roll my eyes trying to avoid the tears that threatened to fall down my cheeks once again.

He just dismisses me with his hand and walks out the room to do whatever he had too.

“Anyways, Haneul do you still wanna watch riverdale later?” My neck snaps at the direction that Hyunjin stood. Did he just say riverdale?

“Yeah yeah, I hope it’s not too much work but I was wondering if we could also make those little friendship bracelets-“

“Hyunjin did you just say riverdale? That’s our show,” my voice is now soft and quivering. Why would he watch our show with her.

“Y/n don’t be selfish, she’s just watching season one. It’s not a big deal.” He didn’t care. He didn’t care at all.

“We can alwyaks watch another series Hyunjin I don’t mind really-“

“Nah Y/n will be okay she’s just being dramatic like always,”

My breathing started to pick up. I couldn’t hold in the tears anymore. I was cold, tired, hungry and emotional. The sob that left my lips represented all that.

Chan’s eyes go wide when he notices the distress I’m in. “Hey, why are you crying? Are you okay?”

I don’t even bother to answer and just walk past the boys that stood by the door looking confused and worried.

“What’s the matter Y/n? Is it because of riverdale? Please don’t tell me you’re crying over that!” Hyunjin says as his hand grabs mine.

“You guys treat me like such a bother ever since she got here. I don’t know what I’ve done wrong. I’m I boring to you guys now? All of you have been mean or pushing me aside for her. I don’t even ask for much but to have my friends back. If you don’t want me in the group anymore just tell me.”

I’m a mess, I’m a mess. I free myself from his grip before walking up the stairs where I run into I.N. He gives me a smile and realizes the state I’m in. His smile drops.

“Hey- woah woah woah, what’s wrong?” He asks but he was the only one that knew the current position I was in. I had told him the day he saw Chan snap at me when we were learning a new choreography and I had messed up.

“I’m- I’m just tired.” I cry as he automatically pulls me into his arms.

“Don’t cry hmmm. It’s okay I’ve got you okay? Let’s go upstairs and get you showered and changed. Then we can talk about it okay?” He whispers in my ear and I just nod in response.

He pulls me up the stairs and into my room where I find my pajamas laid out and some candles lit. The bathroom was running.

He slowly undresses me and guides me into the bathroom where I sit in the hot bathtub.

“Join me?” I ask well basically whimper. Craving his touch.

He chuckles. “Yeah sure my love. You miss me hm?”

“Yeah,” I softly say before blushing.

He gets undressed and gets into the tab. He leans back as I sit in between his legs. My body slowly meting into his.

He leaves tiny kisses on my naked shoulders while slowly massaging my neck. I find my body relaxing and slowly shutting down.

“Hey do you wanna talk about it now?”

“Mmm, it’s just that Everbody’s been acting so different towards me eve since she joined, I told you this last time but now it’s worse. Sometimes they don’t even acknowledge my existence.” I sigh feeling the sadness start to rise again.

“Baby, I told you last time to talk to them about it. What happened?”

“I don’t know I geuss, I geuss I just don’t want to make them feel like they’re picking.”

“But it’s your feelings that matter

LMAO THIS IS LIKE ONE OF THE FIRST STORIES I TRIED TO DO, SHOULD I DROP IT?😭

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lady-bohemia · 5 months

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#Logic #under pressure #records #my records #hip hop #rap #hip hop vinyl #my home

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ugh-yoongi · 4 months

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hi! would it be alright if i asked what your favorite namjoon fics are? thank you and have a great day 💗🥹

hello nonnie, it is always okay to ask me for fic recs! <3

most of these works contain mature themes/content. please heed tags and do not engage with any explicit work if you are a minor!

i know there are a bunch i've forgotten, so please reblog and share your own work and your faves!

also, please note: there are a lot of fics on these lists that are posted to ao3. it has recently come out that a volunteer was removed from their position for being pro-palestine (you can find the twt thread here). i am in the process of looking for a better alternative, but until then, it is unfortunately probably the best way to share these stories. while i personally won't be posting to or reading on ao3 for the time being, how you choose to engage going forward is completely up to you! i just wanted to make sure i was being transparent.

namjoon x reader

anything by @effortandmore

anything by @hamsterclaw

anything by @miscelunaaa

1-year anniversary by @johobi

omerta by @anotherbtswriter

hammer it home series by @gukslut

hey, it's me & leave no trace behind by @yoongiphoria

love bytes by @stutterfly

real magic & park and ride by @here2bbtstrash

house of cards & guilty by @xjoonchildx

lacuna by @eoieopda

dream team by @bangtanintotheroom (feat. hobi)

cyanide on my bedsheets by @jimilter

laundry day by @snackhobi

bloom by @hobidreams

the snow globe effect by @gukyi

you've got a friend in me by @wwilloww

pronoia by @junghelioseok

limbo by @beahae

love hard by @raplinesmoon

swiss miss by @here4kpopfics (feat. seokjin)

my feet to follow, and my heart to hold by @daechwitatamic

a fine line by @moni-logues

roommates with benefits

as always, mxm fics under the cut!

member x member

softer than steel (namseok)

frustrations in late foucault (namseok)

the universe needs more you (namseok)

in your atmosphere (namseok)

why don't you figure (my heart) out (namseok)

i'm on fire (rap line)

delta (rap line)

꽃꽂이. kkotkkoji (namjin)

you have 1 new message (namjin)

beta tau sigma (namjin)

white rabbit (namjin)

local dumbass idiot helps sexy criminal and then writes sad bird poems instead of just saying Yes Seokjin I Like You Too (namjin)

easy (namjin)

and they were roommates (namjin)

burn me like an ember (namjin)

the understood boundaries of self (namjin)

more walls (collected along the way) [namjin]

imprints & magnitude (namjin)

salt water (namjinkook)

disgruntledofficebrat [active] (namkook)

you can leave the cape on (namkook)

108 degrees (namkook)

the whole of the moon (namkook)

travelogue with a frat boy (namkook)

it's a color that i can't describe (namkook)

how much to give and how much to take (namkook)

the courage of stars (namkook)

come take it (if you want a piece of me) [namkook]

a feel so sweet (namgikook)

objects in mirror are closer than they appear (namgi)

green carnation (namgi)

the added bonus (namgi)

tear you apart (namgi)

different when i'm with you (namgi)

adrift (namgi)

i'll fuck you if you let me, baby (namgi)

sleepless in (namgi)

恋の予感 (namgi)

take it or leave it (namgi)

baby, but we will (namgi)

verified amateurs [online now] (namgi)

cyrano more like cyraNO (namgi)

record it for later (namgi)

into the red morning (taejoon)

don't call it love (taejoon)

i am red with love (taejoon)

the bad thing (minimoni)

you were more than just light (minimoni)

wish we'd fall in love (minimoni)

but i want it anyway (minimoni)

#namjoon x reader #namjoon smut #namjoon imagine #namjoon scenarios #namjoon fanfic #namjoon fic recs #fic rec

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heavyhitterheaux · 5 months

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Call Her Daddy (NSFW)

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: 🤭🤭🤭

Synopsis: Jack goes on the Call Her Daddy podcast and of course has to talk about his wife

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

First Lady of Private Garden Masterlist

DO NOT ENGAGE IF UNDERAGE

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“Jack, it's about damn time you showed up for an episode of my podcast.” Alex said after the both of them sat down and got comfortable where the podcast recording would take place.

“What can I say? I'm a busy man. And it's good to be here.”

“Definitely busy seeing as you just recently put a total of three babies in your wife, but we'll get to that later. We're focusing on you, first.”

“Look, I can't help it if my wife is fine as hell. Might as well go hard or go home.” He replied while shrugging and of course Alex laughed.

“Don't worry, you'll get to talk about how much you love your wife in due time because we know that’s a running theme with you. But first, I want to know more about Jack Harlow. Did you always want to be a rapper? And where did that drive come from?”

“Always wanted to be one and I remember selling my CD's back in middle school. My mom was a heavy influence on that and she would freestyle with me in the car when she would drive me to like soccer practice and different things like that.”

“That's so cute and adorable that your mom influenced you. Now when people think of rap, Kentucky isn't really the first place people think of.”

“Not at all and I'm from Louisville and a lot of people don't know that it is literally an entire city. When people hear Kentucky, the first thing that they think of is some back roads country ass shit when it's not.” He answered as he thought about when he first started and some people would tell him that he would never make it out Kentucky let alone Louisville.

“And did a lot of people support you? Or did they try to discourage you? How was that growing up there?”

“It was about half and half. A lot of people were confident that I was going to make something of myself, but others weren’t. But I’ve been serious about this shit from day one and it’s slowly but surely paying off. My girl wouldn’t let me quit for nothing even if sometimes I wanted to.”

“Now, what were you like in high school? Were you the popular jock, the nerd, part of the science club? Did the girls fall out over you?” Alex asked while getting comfortable in her chair and adjusting.

“I mean I always had friends and I wasn’t the one who would be stuffed into lockers or some shit. Like with certain things people knew not to mess with me. And it always seemed like girls always liked me, but when I set my eyes on one, that was it. It was a done deal. We weren’t even together yet and people knew that she was mine and they would respect it.”

“So, I want to ask you since you said that about people knowing that she was your girl and respecting it. Now we are talking about the First Lady, correct?”

“The fucking one and only. Had my eyes on her ever since I was fourteen.”

“A little birdie told me about you hiding a boy’s clothes after gym was over because he liked her and wouldn’t leave her alone? Not baby Jack getting jealous.” Alex said while laughing and Jack soon joined in along with her.

“Look, he asked for it and I didn’t have a problem with him after that. Like dude get the fuck away from my girl.”

“And what did she do when she found out?”

“She never found out until we moved to Atlanta after we graduated so she had absolutely no idea. But, she definitely got on my ass. But she’s not so innocent either, but you’ll have to ask her about that.”

“Yeah, she’s definitely the next person I need to have on here. Now what is the album that you think is your best work or the one that you are most proud of?”

“Hmm, Jackman hands down. No features, just me talking and getting my feelings out. I was able to be home in Louisville with my wife for about a year and a half and I took that time to reset and get my mind right because a lot of shit had been going on and happening around us and I felt that it was important for me to do that, but now we’re back to making the catchy shit that people can really vibe to and feel good music so I’m excited for this new era.”

“Lovin’ On Me! Now I am loving your new song and I notice that it says I don't like no whips and chains and you can’t tie me down. So no whips and chains in the Harlow household?”

“I… look I have a story about that. It’s not the fact that there’s absolutely none because at one point in time there was.”

“Damn, do I need popcorn for this because I feel like I need popcorn for this.” Alex added while busting out laughing.

“So, I tie her up, blindfold her, we got the nipple clamps, all that shit, and I handcuff myself to her to get her to stop moving and I lost the key in the process. So, she notices that I get quiet and she’s freaking out asking me what’s wrong and when I finally tell her she’s like call Urban. He’s our best friend who lived with us at the time and he has seen some wild shit and I know he’s so fucking tired of us. So with my free hand, I use my phone to call him and he comes and sees what the situation is, finds the key and leaves us there and goes to sleep because we had woken him up and he was pissed. So he just left us there until the morning.”

“I LITERALLY CANNOT! But, was it really a punishment though? Handcuffed to your wife so I can imagine a few more rounds came after that?” Alex asked while wiggling her eyebrows.

“More than a few.”

“Now talk to me about the other wild shit that he has seen.”

All Jack did was hang his head as he busted out laughing.

“I… I don’t even know where to fucking start. Urb is always getting pulled into the middle of shit that he absolutely had nothing to do with.”

“That’s what best friends are for. Now, how do you feel about choking?”

“Anything she wants, I will do it. Nothing is off limits for her. I admit that it’s not my favorite thing in the world, but if it’s going to make her orgasm faster, I’m all for it. She definitely comes first. Pun intended.”

“Oh, so you’re all about putting her needs first in the bedroom?”

“And in life, that’s my baby and her needs and wants are always going to be met. Been doing that since we were fifteen when we were officially together.”

“Now you said nothing is off limits when it comes to her, so she’s just like ‘babe, let me peg you’.”

“No, absolutely not, no one is sticking anything up my ass. I love my wife through and through, but no. That’s a little too much for me. Come on Alex, I’m not that adventurous, my lyrics literally say ‘I’m vanilla baby’.”

“Well, I might have put an idea in your head that you’ll want to try with her later.”

“Nope.”

“Favorite sex position?”

“Do you…. Do you not know what they call me?” Jack curiously asked her in disbelief.

“No, what do they call you?”

“Missionary Jack.”

“Please shut up because literally no one calls you that, you call yourself that.”

“I swear that’s what they call me!”

“And who gave you that nickname?”

“If it was someone other than my wife then that’s a problem. She’s called me that since forever.”

“What do you like about it?”

“It’s underrated on so many levels. I swear my triplets were conceived in missionary. Because here’s my thing, I’m face to face with her, at one point her ankles are going to be behind her head or on top of my shoulders and I’m going the fuck in.”

“Well damn, what’s her favorite position? I’m going to get her on here, but I want to hear it from you.”

“She likes to think that she’s in control, so she likes to ride me. But she knows who runs this shit. My kids aren’t the only ones who call me daddy.” Jack responded while smirking and all Alex did was playfully roll her eyes.

“Your wife is going to get you for that one and I’m going to let her have at it.”

“Yeah that’s how it all starts and it’ll end with me fucking her brains out like it always does.”

“You’re going to be in for it when this is over. Hmm, kinks?”

“I love praising her because I know it makes her reach her peak faster, but definitely a spit kink.”

“OH! TELL ME MORE! I am intrigued!”

“Alex, you are funny as shit.”

“I’m serious! Out with it.”

“Spitting in her mouth and watching her swallow it.”

“Are you sure you’re as vanilla as you say you are, because? Yeah I’m going to need wifey here to get her perspective. Do you think she’s ever faked an orgasm while you were in her? Would you be able to tell?”

“I know her body inside and out and she better not do that shit and have me find out about it. But, I don’t think she has.”

“Hand jobs, blow jobs?”

“Fuck yeah, I love me a good hand job or blow job.”

“Craziest place that you’ve gotten one or had sex period?”

“On a plane to Australia. We thought everyone was asleep, but of course everyone except Urb. This was what I meant when he is always getting caught in the middle of some shit that has nothing to do with him. It was difficult because I’m so tall, but we made it work.”

“What would an erotic vacation look like for you?”

“Definitely fucking her brains out non stop in some tropical ass location. We’re not leaving our room for the entire time that we’re there.”

“Ooohh, now if you could have sex in any location in the world, where would it be?”

“Hmm, I never really thought about it. Maybe some exotic ass shit like behind a waterfall or something. But, I was also thinking the white house lawn because I don’t mind an audience.”

“NOT THE WHITE HOUSE LAWN!”

“YOU ASKED!”

“Have you ever had or thought about trying tantric sex?”

“I’ve never really thought much about it, but I would have to do my research. If wifey wants it, I’m down.”

“She really does wear the pants in your relationship, huh?”

“Alex, like I said before, you’re funny and no she doesn’t.”

“I literally do not think that anyone will agree with you. If I were to do a poll right now, everyone will probably say that she does.”

“I let her think that she does.”

“Mmm hmm, sure. Now what is your dirtiest sexual fantasy?”

“I don’t even know since I’m pretty adventurous when it comes to it and not many things are off limits.”

You had just gotten to the hotel that Jack was staying at while he was filming for his episode of the Call Her Daddy podcast when you decided to surprise him. He had been going non stop since the release of his new single and getting ready to go on The Kentucky Tour.

Of course Urban was with him and sent you a text saying that he was almost done and you promptly took a quick shower and slipped on one of Jack’s favorite lingerie sets which happened to be black and purple. You threw on your black silk robe in case you got cold and simply laid out on the bed and played on your phone waiting for your husband.

You had fallen asleep waiting for him when you felt him reach down and place a kiss on your lips and your eyes fluttered open.

“What are you doing here?” He playfully asked as he was now kneeling on the bed in front of you and playing with the ties on your black silk robe.

“I wanted to surprise my husband since he’s been working so hard and I figured you would want a little time to have me to yourself.” You answered while motioning for him to lean down so that you could kiss him which he quickly did.

As Jack deepened the kiss, he took the opportunity to undo your robe and took in the sight of you in front of him.

“A sight that I can never get tired of seeing.”

He started to kiss down your neck when you lightly pushed him away from you and flipped the two of you over as you went to undo his pants and slide down his boxer briefs.

“Last night on the phone with you wasn’t enough and I decided that I wanted you in my mouth as soon as possible.”

The night before, Jack was complaining about missing you so just like you had done many times before, you gave him a show which ended up with him cumming multiple times as he watched you.

Jack had now tossed his shirt to the other side of the room and you had gotten his boxer briefs completely off before taking him in your mouth painfully slow making him grab the back of your head and buck his hips towards you.

“Baby, do not fucking tease me right now. All I basically did was talk about how good I fuck you in that podcast and we need to get to it before I fucking bust. This shit is starting to hurt and take that lingerie off.” Jack whined as you were making yourself comfortable.

Before taking him back in your mouth, you did as you were told.

“Patience, my love. You know that I’m always going to make it worthwhile.” You answered him as you went back to pleasuring him with your mouth and your eyes began to water as you felt him reach the back of your throat.

You were taking your slow sweet time and even though Jack was getting annoyed, he was in entirely too much pleasure to say anything at the moment knowing that when he finally did cum in your mouth that it would be worth it.

“Ahh fuck. Come on baby, go a little faster than that.” Jack pleaded with you, but then you took him out of your mouth and went to the edge of the bed and laid down upside down.

“Get over here and face fuck me then.” You said while giggling and Jack wasted no time getting in front of you and sliding himself back into your mouth while throwing his head back in pleasure.

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, ohhhh shiiiiit.”

Jack had now taken a hold of both sides of your face and began moving in and out of your mouth as you reached down to play with your clit knowing that if he saw you playing with yourself that he would cum faster.

“Come on baby, open that pretty mouth of yours wider for me. You can take more of me, you’re doing such a good job.”

You did as you were told and inserted two fingers while still continuing to play with your clit with the opposite hand as you felt the spit from your mouth leaking down the sides of it.

“You playing with your pussy for me? Add another finger for daddy.”

Listening to Jack, you added another finger as he reached down to spit on your clit which made you increase the pace of your fingers.

You couldn’t help but to moan while Jack was still in your mouth and knew that you were going to reach your peak soon.

And as if right on cue, you heard Jack.

“Fuck, baby.” He tightly held onto you as you hit your peak and felt the cum shooting down your throat and out the sides of your mouth, but you continued sucking him off not showing him any mercy.

“Hold on!”

You shook your head no as you continued to move him in and out of your mouth, but finally let up when you felt another load shoot into your mouth and quickly swallowed it. Jack slightly moved away from you as you sat up and turned around to face him smirking.

“Wait until I get your ass for doing that.” Was all he said as you reached up to kiss him. You caught him off guard as you reached down and slowly began to jerk him off when he broke the kiss and looked down at you.

“Get your ass to the top of the bed and spread your legs so I have enough room.”

You moved until you reached the top as Jack hovered over you and simply looked down at you to admire you.

“What, babe?” You asked as you were now beginning to shy away from him, but all he did was lightly grab your face and kiss you.

“Nothing, it’s just my wife is so gorgeous and I’m about to have her screaming at the top of her lungs with how good I’m about to make her feel.” He answered as he began to rub small circles along your clit and reached down to kiss you while slipping his tongue in your mouth.

When you least expected it, he slowly entered you making you gasp against his lips which he quickly quieted you with another kiss as he began to move.

“Look at my pretty girl taking this dick.”

Jack then lifted your legs so that they were on the top of his shoulders and began pounding into you making you gasp as he caught you in another kiss.

“Shiiiit.” Was all you could mutter as you wrapped your arms around Jack’s neck as both of your noses were touching.

As Jack continued to keep the same pace, he kept his eyes on you and simply smirked.

“Open your mouth.”

You felt warm liquid slide down the back of your throat as he continued to move and place small kisses along your breasts.

On your right breast, he placed a small kiss and bit down and continued to suck on the same spot as you were letting out a series of curses and whimpers.

That was going to leave a mark, but you would deal with that later.

Jack then reached down to play with your clit and he quickly went to suck on your other breast knowing that he would have you come undone in front of him in less than a minute.

“Fuck, baby. Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

Jack then felt a rush of warm liquid hit the bottom part of his stomach and smirked as he reached up to kiss you.

As you were slowing down your breathing, Jack continued to rub small circles along your clit while kissing down your neck.

Once you felt that you recovered enough, you reached over to the bedside table and pulled out a bottle of lube that you had brought and handed it to Jack as you moved to get on all fours.

All he did was smirk at you before opening the bottle as you were making yourself comfortable in front of him.

You had only done anal a handful of times, but you found yourself wanting it more and more lately and of course, Jack wasn’t opposed.

“Baby, remember you have to relax so I can get in easier.” You heard him say as he was getting ready behind you.

“Yes, I know.” You softly answered as you felt the tip.

Jack noticed he was meeting resistance so he added more lube and had you arch your back a little bit more before trying again.

He was moving in slowly and didn’t hear anything from you which had him concerned and he simply stopped.

“Baby, you okay? You aren’t saying anything.”

“I’m fine, just keep going.”

After a few minutes, he was fully in and gave you a minute to adjust and made sure that you were okay.

“You ready for me to move?”

All you did was nod towards him as you felt him moving in and out of you.

“You’re doing so good, you’re doing so good for me baby. Arch your back a tiny bit more.”

Complying, you slowly but surely started to notice how good it felt as Jack reached down and you felt him insert what felt like a vibrator in you.

You had no idea when he had time to get it, but you weren’t in any way, shape, or form complaining.

“Babeee, oh fuck.”

“Got a new toy to use on you.”

Between the vibrator and Jack pleasuring you, you felt your legs begin to get weak and the perfect arch that you had once had was forgotten as you were trying to hold yourself up.

Jack noticed this and instead of turning the vibrator down and decreasing his pace, he did the opposite and turned it up while increasing his pace making you scream out.

“Baby…. Mmm… fuck I can’t…”

“Yes you can and you will, arch your back for me. Such a good girl.”

Jack reached down to play with your clit and your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks making you scream out as he slid out and released all over your back.

He then slid the vibrator out of you as you collapsed on your stomach and reached down to kiss your neck.

“You okay, down there? You were so good for me.”

You let out something of a groan letting him know that you were okay and he instantly laughed while sliding off the bed and pulling you by the ankles so that you were at the end of the bed and Jack was on his knees.

“Get on your knees for me because we are nowhere near done.”

This made you do a double take as you looked back at him in confusion.

“You didn’t think you were about to come all this way and I wasn’t going to taste my wife’s pussy, did you? Spread them damn legs.”

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vinniedangerous · 21 days

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#RoadToDTIO 📍 #storytime :

When I started making music, I had no choice but to do pretty much everything myself: write 📝(of course), record 🎤 & make my own beats🎹. I use to be frustrated about it because I knew it would sound so much better if I could just pay someone but I didn’t have the money & I had people consistently in my ear reminding me of that. But those times in hindsight we some of the most fun I had making music & I was building skills that made me a better artist in the long run.

Much love to all my producer & engineering homies because doing this shit is NOT EASY & yall deserve every penny you charge!

I took this one on myself because I needed to stop doubting myself & reach the potential I knew I had in me when I was a kid in my room trying to make the most of what I had.

This is for 7 year old Vinnie! 👶🏾

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writerblue275 · 5 months

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How Heartsteel would react catching their S/O singing/dancing to “Paranoia” (to their part if applicable)

Inspiration: Me being a dancing/singing/lip syncing fool every time I listen to the damn song, especially while I’m cleaning my apartment.

Genre: Headcanon

Category: FLUFF

Gender: Gender Neutral Reader

TW: Swearing

^^(How did they get this GIF of me dancing?? 😂)

General things:

Setting the scene, let’s say it’s the first time they’re coming home after the song has released so they’re really getting your reaction to the finished song for the first time.

Ok let’s be clear, all of them would be so flattered and would love this.

Having a supportive partner means EVERYTHING TO THEM.

So even if I don’t put “it means a lot to them to catch you doing this, etc…etc…, it’s still implied.

Aphelios:

He’s had a long day in the studio working with Yone on the next album’s instrumentals after doing a debut music show, so he’s very ready to be home with you and to take it easy tonight.

Grins under his mask as he opens the door and hears “Paranoia” blasting on the Bluetooth speaker he got you for your birthday. He knows how much you love to jam to music!

Sneaks to wherever you are, not wanting to disrupt you and absolutely wanting to grab a photo he can send to Alune (after swearing her to secrecy [not that she would send the photo of you to anyone anyway! You and her are good friends too]).

Manages to get an excellent photo of you using the duster as a microphone, a smidge of dust on your cheek.

You’re so absorbed in your “performance” you don’t notice him at all.

Right after you mime the *ding ding ding* of the bell in Sett’s verse, your smart watch buzzes with a text message.

“I hate to disrupt your award-worthy performance, but what would you like for dinner? (Also you have a little dust on your cheek, cutie.)”

When you spin around and finally see him, he’s spinning his mask on his finger and giving you a sly grin, winking as you gasp in surprise and blush at being caught.

He grabs a tissue and gently wipes off your cheek before giving you a gentle kiss hello.

(I have a headcanon that he would primarily communicate to his partner using sign language)

*Signing* “I’m glad you enjoy our work, love!”

Seeing you love something he put so much effort and time into really brings him a LOT of pride and will continue to motivate him.

He helps you clean and asks you more about your thoughts on the song.

You were in the studio while he worked so you’ve heard parts of it, but you and him agreed that you shouldn’t hear the finished song until it released to the public. It was your suggestion actually. He was ready to let you listen to it early but you wanted to experience the full excitement of waiting for their debut just like everyone else.

Which he LOVED.

Ezreal:

This litTLE SHIT (said lovingly)!

Smug man #1

He will NEVER LET YOU FORGET THIS.

The SMIRK he has when he walks through the front door and hears the all-too-familiar intro to the song.

And when he hears you RAPPING along with Kayn’s part??

NO WAY is he missing this!!

He immediately makes his way to wherever you are and positions himself so he can see you without you seeing him.

Phone camera is at the ready.

Starts recording a video right before the pre-chorus begins and his part starts.

He can’t help but smile as you switch to lip syncing, clearly wanting to hear/focus on his voice.

You’ve told him many times how much you adore his singing voice.

(And he’ll never admit to anyone how much hearing you say that means to him but that’s a different story)

It takes every fiber of his being to not reveal himself while he’s recording.

He’s about two seconds from giggling.

Records through the end of the chorus before stopping the recording and immediately sending the video to the Heartsteel group chat with all the members and Alune. They all love you so he knows they’ll love seeing the video.

He puts his phone away and plans to sneak up on you. (Lmao sneak up? I mean flash.)

This man is an EXPERT at surprising you.

Flashes right behind you before the second pre-chorus starts and starts singing, bursting into laughter as you let out a surprised scream.

He gets a well deserved pillow to the face for that.

Later Yone texts you and tells you that he’s “glad you like the song enough to sing and dance to it throughout your daily tasks.”

And Aphelios hits you with the “:)”

And Ez gets another pillow to the face before bed.

Followed by a kiss because he is POUTING.

Kayn:

This SMUG motherfucker!! (Again, said lovingly!!!)

Smug man #2!!

Comes home to you cooking dinner for you and him, using the spatula as a mic.

Does THE shoulder lean against the door frame (y’all know what I mean, especially if you read romance novels) and just watches you with the biggest shit-eating smirk on his face.

That smirk only get bigger as the song ends and restarts and you don’t change it, telling him you’ve had their song on repeat for who knows how long!

If anything, you’re getting even more into it, starting to dance a little more now and adding some little ad libs while he raps.

Ex: “If you try to step to me, it’ll be the last time” You *in rhythm*: “FUCK YEAH”

He absolutely loves it.

Honestly you’re making him fall in love with you all over again.

Also gives him the idea to ask Alune if you can help make up the fan chants (although he’s sad because he knows they’ll have to be a bit more PG)

Can’t help himself as he lets out a chuckle, giving himself away in the process.

Holds his hands up peacefully as you spin around, ready to throw the spatula if needed.

“Sorry baby, I’m afraid you can’t use me for target practice.”

“God Damnit, Kayn, you know I scare easily! How long have you been home?”

“There’s a reason I stayed over here instead of startling you over there where there are a bunch more kitchen utensils you could have reacted with. And to answer your question, enough time for me to understand how much you seem to enjoy our song.”

You playfully, roll your eyes, shake your head, and smile as he comes over and wraps his arms around your waist, kissing you hello.

He’d definitely tell the guys what he saw, but he wouldn’t film or photograph you (this time 😉).

K’Sante:

I get such immaculate vibes from Heartsteel K’Sante.

Like I’m a BTS fan (woot woot ARMY) and I get very very similar energy/vibes from K’Sante and RM.

Like I do not know what it is, but I would trust K’Sante with holding/watching my drink at a club if I needed to run to the restroom. He has that sort of good energy.

I suppose it’s the…safe? energy??

Absolutely hilarious to use that word considering the batshit things they did in that movie studio.😂

But you know what I mean!

And being in a relationship with someone who has this sort of energy would be A++++.

(I know this is a bit of a tangent but I swear it’s relevant to the topic)

K’Sante’s part in “Paranoia” has that same sort of energy to it. (It’s so hard to explain what I meannnn)

And when he catches you singing and dancing along to his part, the bridge of the song, while you’re folding/putting away laundry, I think he’d watch you for a couple moments.

But only a couple.

He’d make his presence known a bit earlier

Because then I think he’d come join you! ☺️

He’d start singing with you and encourage you to keep singing with him.

He’d gently pull you a little closer to him.

And obviously the slower paced part of bridge doesn’t last forever, but even then I think he’d still dance with you once the song ramped up with you (hard to explain but think casual dancing with a partner at a club/bar).

It would be so FUN??? Such a fun sweet moment between the two of you.

He’d of course then help you fold the laundry.

“It’s only fair since I distracted you from it for a bit!”

You’d keep listening to music with him as you both get some chores done around the house.

Definitely making sure to take time for more dance breaks (duhhhh).

Sett:

(A/N: I love the entirety of “Paranoia” but something about Sett’s verse makes me absolutely FERAL!! THE LYRICS. THE VIBE. THE INSTRUMENTALS. PerFECTION! ØZI fucking nailed it.)

When I first started thinking about this, I thought that Sett would be smug guy #3.

Now I’m not quite so stuck to that idea.

Oh don’t get me wrong, he’d definitely hug you and tease you once you saw him watching you and blushed a deep red.

But they would mainly be half-hearted teases.

And internally? You know this man is melting about you and how lucky he is to have you as his partner and how much he loves you.

Sett clearly has such a soft side for the people he truly loves and cares about.

Have you seen how much he adores his Mama???

You are like the only other person who can really bring that soft side out of him.

And catching you already having the lyrics to his verse down 100% is something that would bring that out of him.

Speaking of his Mama…

Sett would absolutely take photos or videos of you.

But they’re only going to one person.

That’s right, to Mama.

We’re going to assume that his mother really likes you and you really like her. (You think this man is going to be with someone his mother doesn’t get along with? BFFR)

Though let me say I think she’d be very easy to get along with.

Like I definitely don’t think she’s the mother-in-law from hell I keep seeing stories about on TikTok.

But anyway, he just wants to show off his favorite person to his other favorite person (who also adores his favorite person).

And little do you and Sett know but that just inspired Mama to knit you a sweater that matches the beanie she made that he wore in the MV. As like a holiday present!

(I’m so sorry this one was admittedly a little self-indulgent but I think it’s so cute!)

Yone:

Oh this man.

Obviously everyone has worked extremely hard so that Heartsteel can debut. Everyone has had late nights and long days on little sleep.

But as Heartsteel’s main producer…

(Not to mention band mom!!)

Yone really had a record number of late nights at the studio.

Reworking a passage over and over and over….

And OVER

Until it’s right (or until Aphelios/Alune drag him out of the studio at 3am telling him to work on it tomorrow with fresh ears).

And he’d never tell you, but you know he’s felt really bad about all those late nights. All those nights he wasn’t with you.

Potential dates missed because of deadlines.

Not that you were angry with him or anything.

You love him and you know how much pressure he’s put on himself.

And the last thing you want to do is potentially add more pressure on him.

In fact, you and him made a routine the past couple months. Whenever he’d have to work on the weekends, you’d come over to his studio each night during the weekend and bring a movie/couple episodes of a show and takeout.

And he gladly lets you pull his attention away from work for other media and cuddles.

(I feel like in private Yone would be more cuddly than one might expect of a stoic man like him.)

But during these media breaks??

This tall man was like a damn koala the way he cuddled you (not that you were complaining).

So seeing you sing and dance to the song he produced…

Even though the production of this song meant you often went to bed alone….

Was so fucking cathartic for him.

It made him feel like every sacrifice was worth it. Just to see how happy you were to dance and sing to the song he put so much of himself into.

His expression would be so soft as he watched you.

And after you noticed him and gave him a smile, he’d come over and give you a hug, burying his face against your neck.

You are his MUSE, and don’t you forget it.

Ahh thank you for reading! This is my first bit of creative writing in over 5 years, so apologies if it’s not great!

Shout out to @coco6420 for telling me on my main account to not stop myself when I talked about being tempted to post headcanons for Arcane/Heartsteel. Well here we go. 😂

#heartsteel #heartsteel headcanons #headcanon #heartsteel aphelios #heartsteel ezreal #heartsteel kayn #heartsteel k'sante #heartsteel sett #heartsteel yone #league of legends #heartsteel x reader

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𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

tags: 18+ very graphic smut, rough sex, dirty talk, spanking, dom!eddie, bratty!reader, squirting, anal play, angry jealous sex, garage sex, throatfucking, angst, aftercare, fluffy ending

summary: following the events of good boy, eddie finds himself conflicted about your relationship. when he catches a case of the jealousy bug, eddie just has to show you how much you actually mean to him.

note: thank you for the love on good boy! this can be read as a oneshot, but i do highly recommend reading its predecessor here!

Eddie is on cloud fucking nine. He can’t get enough of you. Not really. Five out of his seven days are spent in the fantasyland that is the suburban neighborhood of Hawkins, the remaining two saved for warm nights downtown together — wind in your hair as you’d lean out the window of the van that has become a near-second home, tired eyes shut in bliss, Eddie’s hand on your thigh or, occasionally, your smaller hand on his.

Kisses at the red-light. Kisses at a stop sign. Kisses when Eddie has to pull over to the side of the highway after you’d arch a brow and let the words “road head?” spill from your mischievous, grinning lips.

You insatiable girl, he’d growl out.

To which, you’d reply: My good boy.

There’s something different in your friendship — or, relationship? He doesn’t know what this is, but he knows that it’s real. And maybe that’s what confuses him the most, that this arrangement lives outside of those stark white-picket fences, more than just hot afternoons on the yard or late evenings inside the back of the van. Still just as perfect as the day he looked at you, really looked at you.

Mine?

He can’t call you that. But he can call you a plethora of things. Sweetheart. Laid out on the hood of your car or back arching against crumpled blankets, knees tucked to your hickey-tattered breasts as Eddie sinks his cock into your puffy cunt after three already tantalizing rounds, he’ll call you sweetheart then. Baby. Your mouth bobbing up and down his shaft, tears blurring your vision as Eddie shoves your stubborn head further, the light curls of his happy trail tickling your nose as you spend minutes of torturous pleasure gagging wetly around his base and balls till you can’t breathe, he’ll whimper out a desperate baby then.

Honey. Babe. Slut. Minx. Doll. Angel.

Eddie can call you many things, but he cannot call you his. Just as you cannot call him yours, as much as he dreams of you doing so. As much as he’d let you. You wouldn’t even need to ask.

But maybe there’s hope for him. After all, you couldn’t possibly just be fucking him just to fuck him, right?

Or perhaps, is he that stupid for thinking he actually stands a legitimate chance with the girl next door? In an arrangement that consisted more than fucking, than meeting at night, than sneaking out behind your parents’ back because he’s a bad rap?

The perfect poster girl of Hawkins who deserves dates at Enzo’s rather than quick stops at twenty-four hour diners, who deserves more than rusty vans and makeshift beds in the backseat, who deserves more than stick-and-poke tattoos and drugstore cologne. The girl next door who deserves more than a metalhead who works at a record store and lives in a goddamn trailer park.

Eddie is eternally fucked.

He is also even more eternally fucked because he knows there’s a large part of him that can’t even fathom the idea of you with another guy. Another boy who’d spent five out of his seven days with you in the suburbs. Another boy who’d act like he knew your body as well as Eddie did — and Eddie knows your body, knows how much pressure you need on your clit to cum, knows what kind of kisses makes you desperately press your tits against his chest, knows how to angle your leg just above your head so he can hit that favorite gushy spot, knows how to calm you down with snacks and beer after just one orgasm or three.

He can feel the last weeks of summer dwindling down.

Yet, the sun is still attuned to a blinding wash of golden, the birds loud, grass still greener on this side of Hawkins.

And you still take Eddie’s breath away everytime you walk down that front porch. Denim shorts, a studded belt that’s actually become yours more than his, a black Corroded Coffin tank and that damned pair of red Chucks… but yeah, you’re totally not his girlfriend.

So why is he seething at the visual of you bent over the hood of your car, sudsy sponge in hand as you scrub at your new Corvette while Steve fucking Harrington hovers around you like an irritating fly around forbidden fruit?

Except, is it forbidden if he knows exactly how it tastes?

Fuck. Eddie’s fist clenches around the steering wheel of his van, knuckles turning alabaster as you make — what he assumes — a variation of your witty one-liners that causes Steve to throw his head back in a booming laugh, so loud that it echoes through the bustling streets of young children riding their bikes and playing hopscotch.

You’re funny. But not that funny.

Eddie knows you’re allowed to have friends. He knows that. He also knows that Steve Harrington isn’t a threat. They’re buddies for Ozzy’s sake, but could you even blame him?

Harrington, who was the star of the highschool basketball team. Harrington, who lives two blocks down in a fancy two-story house with a fucking pool. Harrington, who’s popular with all the ladies and has charisma like a true gentleman. Harrington, who is the definition of Hawkins’ beloved boy next door.

And what a perfect pair you two could be if Eddie just removed himself from the equation.

“Boo!”

You slam your palm against the van’s windshield, chuckling heartily with crossed arms as Eddie jumps at the sudden disturbance. There’s a youthful crinkle by your eyes, lashes fluttering wildly against your cheeks as the dark-haired brunette scoffs at you and cranks the window down with a flexing jaw. “The hell, Y/N…”

You giggle at the slight twinge of irritation in Eddie’s tone of voice, wringing your fingers together against your stomach as you playfully narrow your eyes at him accusingly. “Were you spying on us, Munson?” A gasp falls from your rose-tinted lips. “And here I was thinking we finally got over that phase.”

Bashfully, he massages the nape of his neck. “Well, when you’re bending over the hood like that…”

“Oh, so it’s my fault?” You fire back immediately, bouncing on the balls of your feet as you regard him affectionately with a knowing smirk. “Am I under… arrest for just trying to clean my oh-so-dirty car?” Your face scrunches into a theatrical worry, “Damnit, will I be serving time, mister?”

Maybe you are that funny.

“You really wanna hear the damage?” Eddie winces, slowly reaching over and tucking a wisp of hair behind your ear, bright dopey irises following the movement of your pursed lips. “Tsk, it’s not looking good for you, ma’am. Five years on one count of bribery. Another five on one count of indecent exposure. Under the state of sex and drugs, I hereby must declare you guilty of all two counts, miss Y/N. Behind bars you go!”

You bite your tongue, the muscle poking from between your front teeth as you prop your forearm up on the window and rest your chin on it. He could absolutely kiss you right now. Kiss you in front of Harrington. Kiss you in front of the whole damn town and make his worries all go away. Kiss you until the entire universe knows you’re his.

“You won’t even let me make a statement?” You whisper airily, voice rasping through your permanent fixture of a giddy smile as you hold Eddie’s gaze, tiptoeing so that your level with his eyes.

“Another three for coercion, woman.”

“So it’s working, then?” You quirk your head at him curiously, lips twitching with excitement. “And since when were you… so in tune with the law, Eds?”

He brushes a relaxed knuckle over your cheek. “Never said I was, sweetheart. Just on the watch for dangerous girls like you, yeah? Total heartbreakers.”

That shuts you up.

Eddie’s heart blossoms at your falter, the slight part in your lips as a shaky sigh leaves you and fills the intimate air. It’s warranted — given that you’ve been nonstop fuck buddies for the past couple months already. There hasn’t been a day where he hasn't touched you in some heated, loving manner. Although, maybe you’re confusing loving with sensual. Who knows?

You step back, recovering from your flustered speechlessness before you’re making a beeline for your car. “You gonna come out and say hi, Metallica? Or are you just gonna keep watchin’ from there?”

And to Eddie’s dismay, Steve is still propped against the side of your Corvette, honey eyes squinting past the sunlight as he watches the metalhead finally take reluctant steps to your driveway.

“Hey, man! What’s up?” He wants to play friendly? Oh, he’ll play friendly then. Steve claps a gentle hand against Eddie’s shoulder, grinning widely. “You taking Dustin to the arcade today, or am I?”

“Nah, nah. I just…” Eddie clears his throat awkwardly, stuffing his clammy palms into his back pockets with one eye shut. “… was in the area. Wanted to, uh, you know… just drop off some records for Y/N. Huge sale at the store today.”

“Yeah? Shit, might stop by.”

“Oh, yeah. Totally.”

Totally not.

The conversation doesn’t get much better from there. In fact, Steve nearly ignores him for the rest of the time being as the yellow-shirt fiend follows you around your car like a dumb, lost puppy. Eyes drifting over the sweaty back of your neck as you reach over the hood, tongue darting out to lick his lips as you mindlessly wipe at the soap on your arms or your legs while chatting him up.

Eddie knows desire and he sees it clear as the goddamn day on Harrington’s stupid face. He knows his friend means no harm, that this — whatever this is — is far from a competition, just two guys with a similar admiration for a pretty, smart-mouthed girl.

Fuck off, man. Anyone but her.

Eventually, Steve leaves. Something about Robin still not having her license and needing a ride to this girl’s house. But his stay lingers for more than it should and god, is it painful to watch. A quick, cheeky hug, arms encircling your waist. A blushing cheek nuzzling the top of your head. A giggly whisper to your ear that makes you laugh hard into his neck. A soft exchange of ‘I’ll see you soon.’ and ‘Call me, Y/N.’

You pull the garage door down behind you.

And somehow, you’re still able to turn to Eddie and look at him as if that whole interaction wasn’t a total slap in the face. Hands on your hips as you approach him, sponge discarded on the roof of the car, dimples tugging at your cheeks as you lean beside him — almost nostalgic as the first day you spoke — and cross your ankles out in front of you with a questioning tilt of your head.

“You’re quiet.” Your elbow nudges him. “That’s a first.”

He scoffs exasperatedly under his breath, fiddling with the chain across his belt loops with a self-wallowing shrug. “Mm, well, there wasn’t much room for me to talk back there.”

You watch him, smile fading awkwardly as you pick at your nails. “Okaaay, um…”

“I had no idea that you and Steve were even close. Let alone… talked to each other. I mean, should’ve… should’ve expected it given you two live in this fairytale bubble together.” He laughs, dry and far from genuine.

There’s a heavy, uncomfortable tension that hangs in the air. Wafting between the two of you. Filling the empty gap between your anxious bodies. It irks you. His tone, the dull edge of it. The screech of nails against chalkboard.

You itch at the bridge of your nose, glancing away when Eddie turns to look at you. “We’re just friends. Always have been.”

Always have been. He should have known. Always have been — even when you were fucking, even when he took you to those diners and searched for you backstage at his tiny gigs, even when he taught you how to drive in his janky van, even when he made all those mixtapes for you.

All of that just to get an always have been, while Eddie himself remains a never will be.

“Fuck…” He chuckles venomously, wiping his hands on his thighs as he storms off towards the garage, while you follow hot behind his aggravated trail. “Okay, Y/N.”

Why did he ever get his hopes up?

“Is there — hey, what is your goddamn problem, Eddie?” You pull at his shoulder, scowling as he pries himself away from your touch like you’ve burned him. It baffles you, eyebrows falling in a blunt unfathomable line as Eddie sends you a look that can only mean: don’t. Don’t what? Don’t care? Don’t talk to me? Don’t speak? “What’s gotten into you? We were fine earlier, no?”

“I dunno, you tell me.”

“I-Is this about Harrington? Eddie, I don’t even know why you’re upset… listen, me and Steve are literally just friends, I told you before and I’m telling you again.” A dry laugh slips out of you, “There’s just — we share a lot in common, okay? He lives, like, just down the road, we were in sixth grade together, our parents get along, he — get this — he likes The Cure, and it’s just… we just work. Friends, end of story.”

“And us?”

“Us.” You repeat. Borderline incredulous. Perplexed. “I’m so confused right now. Hold on—“

“What does all… that make us?” Eddie turns quickly on his heels, closing the gap between the two of you as he gestures passionately with raised brows, lips tugging into a poisonous laugh. “Because it sounds like we’re just having fun and wasting each other’s time, Y/N.”

You gape at him, widening your eyes and tilting your chin up in defiance. “Isn’t that exactly what we’re fucking doing?” You snarl, canines on display as you poke at his sternum. He inhales deeply, watching the ferocity in your gaze heighten. “I don’t know if you’ve ever realized, but I am not your girlfriend, not some fantasy that—“

“Don’t.” He interrupted with a growling snap, your ego rising progressively with the determination to defend yourself.

“You can use to escape…”

“Really? Christ, really? What, like you haven’t been playing pretend with me either? When you have this — this perfect life with a perfect car and your perfect prince charming and your perfect neighborhood.” Eddie drawls mockingly, stretching the dramatics of his voice for emphasis. You hold each other’s stare, eyes coated with a film of indignation. “What’s the perfect girl next door wanna do with me anyways…”

Your face falls, breath hitching in your throat as you feel your chest tighten immensely. “You’re being mean, Eds.”

“Open your eyes, Y/N!” He retaliates with a menacing step forward, head tipping to watch the flicker of emotions across your daunting features. “You basically said it yourself. That Steve has everything that I-I don’t and if that’s what you want…”

“Is that what you really think of me?”

Oh.

He’s hurt you.

In an effort to spew out all of his own doubts, his feelings, his insecurities, Eddie wounded you. Had he not realized the weight of his words? The loaded gun he had been waving around all this time, letting himself snap only for you to get caught in the crossfire of his (valid) fears? He’s fucked up. Royally. And judging by the quiver in your bottom lip, the welling tears of frustration in your eyes, the bitter frown that’s taken over your once sweet-smile, he’s struck a bad nerve.

A harsh blizzard in the summertime. A rainy day while the sun shines. A thunderstorm amongst a blue sky. Beauty in the madness.

Even when you’re angry, you devastate him.

“Sweetheart…”

You keep him at arm’s length. Guarded. Distant. The walls he had been so eager to break at the beginning of summer had rebuilt themselves right in front of him without difficulty as you looked away, pained. “Don’t sweetheart me.”

“I got… listen, I got carried away back there and I just…”

“Fuck you, Eddie.”

All clarity has left his head. He’s too far gone into this, too deep into the grave he dug for himself, six feet under and somehow he still keeps digging and digging.

What’s a little more salt to an already open wound?

Eddie stalks over towards you with a chilling swiftness, invading your personal space and trapping you against the hood of your car. “Fuck me, huh? Yeah, cause that’s what you do best, Y/N.” He repeats sarcastically, the words dripping from his quirked lips and seeping into the warmth of your skin.

His voice holds a rasp to it, one that makes your body react in ways that are neither appropriate or helpful. Get a goddamn grip.

“Yeah? Sorry, am…” You challenge, feeling Eddie’s body drive into yours. Can’t get distracted. Can’t. It’s wrong, especially when your argument is — oh, he’s hard. His erection throbs against your thigh, stiff denim pressing against naked skin. “… am I the one who’s too pussy to put a label on whatever the hell this is?”

“I’m the pussy?” He pushes. You push back. “Says the spoiled little princess who has to sneak out at night because she’s scared mommy and daddy are gonna find out she’s been messing around with someone other than prince charming.” He bites out cruelly. “Who’s the pussy now?”

No backing out this time.

“And yet, you seem to have a lotta trouble staying away from a tight, wet cunt and a girl who’ll suck you off.”

“Oh, fuck off, Y/N.” The heavy aggression makes the hairs on your arms prickle, the inherent awareness that Eddie has you trapped, nowhere to escape this poisonous confrontation, makes you squeeze your thighs together.

He exhales raggedly, recovering from the large blow that you just threw at him.

“Did I stutter?”

He blinks at you. “You’re a real sweetheart, you know that?” You almost growl, a cruel laugh slipping past your lips in an effort to say — don’t even try me, but Eddie’s turning you around forcefully and bending you at the waist with a hand between your shoulder blades, the other hovering over your ass before you can even say anything. “A tight cunt, huh? Is that what you wanna be? Just a tight, wet cunt for me to use whenever I fucking want because I’m — what was it again? — too pussy to put a label on this?”

“Munson, don’t you fucking—“ You glare at him over your shoulder, gasping as he tugs your shorts down and warms his palm over your outer thigh, leisurely bringing it over a soft ass cheek before a loud, erotic slap fills the garage.

The surprised moan that leaves your body betrays you.

The fucking audacity of him to spank you? After all of that? After everything you just spewed at each other?

Eddie fucking laughs in your ear, studying the way you take your fleshy bottom lip between your teeth and a wave of embarrassment floods your face. “I bet you’re soaked right now. Bet you’re getting off on how upset I am with you, sweetheart. That’s kinda fucked up, don’t you think?” His knee nudges itself between your thighs, the cool edge of the car digging into your stomach while a familiar needy heat fills your cunt. “Yeah, I fucking know you.”

He knows you.

You stand your ground, holding your nose up high even as he sensually traces the lacy trim of your panties with haunting fingertips. “M’not your s-sweetheart. Or your princess, you know.”

He hums, nodding his head slowly as he runs his tongue along the inside of his cheek. “Oh, you’re not? M’not my little slut either then, huh?” He strikes you again, your bruised hips jerking forward against the hood with a subdued whimper, palms splaying out helplessly on the metal beneath you as you thrash in his grasp. Your ass stings with every strike to your cheeks, reddened and sore with the force of his wide open palm. “Insatiable fuckin’ girl, how much more can you take? How much more till you realize how much I… fuck…”

Till you realize what?

A gasp rips right out of your throat when he roughly pulls your panties down the swell of your ass. His hands come to spread your thighs to reveal the slick between your folds, a testament to your hidden arousal as another slap comes down to your puffy lips, leaving his palm wet and shiny.

You muffle your merciful whining with a groan, knowing full well that you shouldn’t be enjoying this, this stupid fucking foreplay, this stupid masculine show of dominance, being turned on shouldn’t have even crossed your mind in the first place.

Men.

You jeer at him over your shoulder, teeth baring like an animal when he grabs onto a fistful of your hair, arching your back up from the car as he mocks your own gasps against your ear. “Very mature of you.“

“I’m not the one who’s practically dripping on my thigh right now, babe.”

“Yeah? Well, your cock seems pretty happy to see it.”

Eddie shoves you back down onto the hood, releasing his suffocating hold on your hair with a disgruntled hum. You push your ass back against his erection, feeling him grip your waist harshly for leverage.

You must be purple all over, darkest at where he bruises you. Not that you’d complain. He’s done worse.

“Fuck, s-stop that, Y/N.”

“Taste of your own medicine.”

“Stop it.”

“You literally spanked me.” You bite out while he takes a painful hold of your wrists, twisting you to face him despite your struggling efforts. He’s seething, messy bangs cascading in front of his face as he looks down at you through long lashes, jaw clenched visibly. “You spanked me, Eddie.”

Yet god, does he look good.

But, no. You’re furious. You’re bubbling with absolute distaste for the boy in front of you. So angry, that you can’t help but scowl as your own hands fly out towards his heavy buckle, chains jingling against his thigh as your dexterous fingers undo his belt.

His nose nudges desperately against yours, panting against your parted wet lips as you roughly press your forehead to his with a pained expression. “How is it you can be a total asshole but I still…” You speak through gritted teeth, cut off by a guttural groan from Eddie when you reach into his boxers and take his velvety, stiffening cock into your hand. “… still want to fuck the shit out of you?”

“Y-Yeah?” He cups your cheek, firmly dragging his thumb down your bottom lip and watching it bounce back into its natural place. “Fuck, too stubborn to even say you want me.” He dips his finger between your lips, studying the way your cheeks hollow out instantly to suck the digit, your warm tongue coating it in thick, stringy saliva with a muffled moan.

There, you see a piece of the kind metalhead you met that one summer day.

You nip at his thumb, smiling when he hisses at the sensation and pulls away. “I’m already getting on my goddamn knees, Munson. Just shut the fuck up and let me do what I want.”

“Always doing what she wants… typical.”

“This is the part where you say...” You sink to the concrete, looking up at him with narrowed eyes as you tug his pants all the way down. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m sorry for being a fuckin’ dick who doesn’t know the first thing about communication.” You shove his boxers down to his ankles, nipping at his thighs before you’re running your wet lips across the side of his shaft with a whiny, teasing drawl. “I’m so sorry for getting absolutely mad at you for no goddamn reason. I’m sorry for calling you a spoiled brat. I’m sorry for putting you up on a stupid fucking pedestal. I’m sorry for assuming that you and Steve can’t be more than—“

“Okay, you’re done here, sweetheart.” Eddie grips the base of your head, ruthlessly pulling your mouth down onto his cock with a throaty grunt. You gag from the sudden sensation, eyes welling up immediately as he wriggles himself snug between your lips. “C-Christ, you’re perfect like this. Mmm, fuck. Fuckkkk. Gonna fuck your face till you cry, how does — shit, how does that sound?”

And you can’t even reply. Can’t even refuse his offer (not that you wanted to anyways). Can’t even have the last word because your mouth is full of his throbbing cock, your nose buried in the heady scent of his happy trail, his heavy balls squished against your chin as you try to even out your breathing.

But, fuck, he’s big. And you’re panicking. You’d know he’d never hurt you, not even if he’s angry. It’s just… he’s so thick. And well, a mouth can only take so much, right?

Your hand darts out to catch yourself against your car as Eddie thrusts himself forward, the sloppy tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat as he holds your face in place — one hand cupping the underside of your chin and the other just above your forehead. “Shit, Y/N… yeah, can’t fuckin’ yap your ass off now, can you? Pretty girl with a big, talkative mouth… can’t even take my cock.”

Now, that flips a switch in you.

You grip the backs of his thighs, drawing him closer to you until a pathetic hmpf! leaves your mouth. Eddie’s just as surprised, fingers tangling themselves harshly in your hair as you bob your throat up and down. There’s spit bubbling from the corners of your lips, pre-cum dribbling down your jaw as Eddie grips onto the edge of the hood for dear life, his chin dropping to his chest in awe. You make the effort to glance up at him, nearly smiling at the visual of his furrowed eyebrows, the choked moans that echo through the garage, the pink flush that crawls up his straining neck.

There’s a good boy.

God, you’re practically dripping onto the floor.

“F-Fuck, you know just how I-I fucking like it, don’t you? Always a messy girl. Always so goddamn insatiable, jus’ takes and takes… even with my cock down your throat, I bet you want more. Fuck, never s-satisfied, are you?”

You pull off of his cock, coughing wetly for air as you jerk him slowly in your hand, tears blurring your dizzy vision.

“And yet you still don’t believe that I don’t want anyone else’s cock e-except yours, Eds?”

An unspoken translation of saying: I want you. Just you.

His gaze softens, jaw still clenched, but his eyes change. They sparkle with relief, rather than anger — his mouth purses into a resigned, close-lipped smile and before you know it, he’s tugging you back onto your feet, gingerly running his palm across your cheek, inhaling the flowery scent of your hair before you’re drowning in a heated kiss that can only mean ‘nothing matters except how bad I need you right now.’

His fingers card through your scalp, your ear resting between his forefinger and middle as you grind against each other, pumping him in your grasp as he switches between tongue and teeth and his lips and fuck—

“You’re so pretty. S-So beautiful, it makes me so fuckin’ angry.” Eddie rasps, biting down the column of your throat as he holds your face tenderly. “I don’t want anyone else but you. Just y-you. Even if you piss me the hell off.”

You chuckle in amusement, your laugh quickly transitioning into a high-pitched yelp as he suddenly picks you up and places you on the cold hood of the car, spreading your thighs apart with a warning slap to either one.

“Aw, you love me, Munson. It’s hot when you go all alpha.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Make me.”

Forcibly, he pulls your hips to the edge, dribbling a thick white glob of spit onto your messy cunt before he spreads you open with the calloused pads of his fingers. You lean back on your forearms, jaw unhinging as Eddie cooes at the embarrassing string of arousal leaking from your needy pussy all the way to your puckering asshole.

His touch is hot and heavy, marking your trembling frame with another purpling bruise as he hooks an arm under your knee and presses a kiss to your leg. “You’re damn gorgeous like this.”

“Touch it already.”

He tsks. “Insatiable.”

“I’m getting bored.”

“This isn’t gonna fucking work.” Eddie snarls under his breath, and you nearly see the frustration beading off of him as he drags you off of the hood, palms and fingers flying all over your body as he forces you onto your feet and bends you over again. You jerk forward as he buries his face between your ass cheeks, his nose nudging at your cunt while he laps at your swollen clit. His fingers keep you spread open, kneading the fat of your thighs before he’s fucking his tongue into you.

“Ah — you fucking — ah — taste delicious,” He chuckles, “You’re literally such a messy girl. Pussy already leaking with my spit.”

Your mouth falls open, nails scraping against the metal before Eddie slurps at the arousal between your folds. “F-Fuck, Eds… I’m… fuck, your mouth feels so — so good, need m-more…”

“Need more, huh?”

“Mmm.”

“Didn’t know my mouth was the key to getting you to finally shut the fuck up.” He cooes, his dominant tone exuding false pity as you rock back against his face.

“Eddie— fuckkkk…“ Your entire body lurches when his mouth drops to the tight fluttering ring of muscles above your cunt, two fingers scissoring your cunt as he dips his tongue into your ass. “Okay, fuck… that’s — that’s h-hot. E-Eddie, god… I’m… you’re…” You shudder violently, burying your face into your forearms with a pathetic laugh of disbelief, “… that’s gonna make me cum…”

“You see, that’s the fucking goal, dumbass.”

“Call me d-dumbass one more—“

“Dumbass.” You cry out as his hand comes down on the back of your thigh, leaving the skin raw and red. “Yeah, that fucking turns you on. Cum on it. Fuckin’ cum, sweet girl. You like this shit.”

Yeah.

You like it too much. But Eddie doesn’t need to hear that when you’re practicing spasming on his fingers, a warm gush trickling down the heel of his palm as your cunt swallows him all the way to his knuckles. You feel him lean over you, his chest molding to your back as you come undone for him and let out a choked sob of pleasure. He pulls you up by your throat, burying his face in the crook of your neck as you reach up to fist your hands through his hair and draw him nearer.

“Fuck — Eddie — it’s, fuck… I’m… I’m cumming, s’too g-good, f-fuck...”

He sighs blissfully, “Yeah, baby. That’s it. Ride it out. You got this.” Your moans fill the air in broken, choppy gasps and breaths, Eddie’s free hand massaging your clit as you twitch against him. “So hot when you cum, don’t think I’m ever gonna get used to it.”

Your lashes flutter wildly as he reaches up to brush your bangs back away from your forehead, tucking them behind either ear as he peers down at you.

The gesture is so tender, you and Eddie almost forget why you’re mad at each other.

He’s the first to draw in a breath, shaky and nervous.

“Hey, you with me?”

“Mm.”

A beat, then a waft of uncertainty fills the air.

“I’m… I’m sorry for, uh, spanking you.” Oh. Not what you were expecting… surprised, you start to snicker in amusement, hiding your face in his neck as he chuckles shyly. “I’m being serious, Y/N. Stop — stop laughing, it’s making me laugh.”

“Why are you apologizing?”

“Well, I mean… I didn’t, you know, ask you.” Eddie strokes his palm up and down your torso, hand dipping beneath your tank top. “I always ask you, like, if that kinda shit is okay. Consent and stuff.”

He sounds like a child, unsure and guilty. Struggling to find purposeful words, to make sure he’s doing this right.

“Consent and stuff…” You repeat in a smiling whisper, running your hand gently down the side of his face. You turn to face him, slinging your arms across the back of his neck. “Eddie, I liked it. Thought it was obvious.”

“It was obvious. I felt it,” He grins in return. “I just… I don’t ever want you to feel like I’m… making you do shit that you don’t want to. Like ever.”

“Never that, Eds. I feel…” I trust you. I adore you. I’m better with you. I like you. Maybe I love you. It’s only been a couple months and you’ve ruined everyone else for me. “I feel safe with you, always.” You drag your knuckles across his sharp jaw, watching the way his throat bobs when he swallows. “Are we gonna talk about the Steve thing?”

“Definitely not off the hook with that one.”

“You know that totally hurt, right? What… what happened back there?” Eddie sighs, clasping his hand on top of yours, eyelids shutting as he leans into your touch.

“Overreacted.” You hum in response, giving him a soft nod. “I just… got too into my head about all of it. Like — like seeing you with him felt like a wake-up call. As if I was… god, I don’t know. Back in school all over again, just realizing how I didn’t fit in there, and then with you since you have Harrington who’s all… preppy polos and hairspray, everyone’s fucking favorite, the goddamn equivalent to whatever the hell you are, Y/N.”

You smile sadly, realizing just how deep the extent of his frustrations are coming from. “And what am I, Eds?”

“Perfect.” Eddie whispers, his words hot against your lip like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re perfect. You… I’ve never been this obsessed over a girl before. God, it’s pathetic.” His hands find the back of your neck, and he guides your mouth onto his. “You’re the worst.”

He’s addicted to the heat of your tongue, the way your body so eagerly caves into his as he backs you up against the hood once more.

“Crazy you t-think I’d ever flirt with Harrington.” His cock hardens against the inside of your sticky thigh, the tip of him catching on the swell of your clit as he topples over you and hungrily runs his teeth along your neck. “When clearly, I have my eyes set on a whole different guy.”

“Yeah?” Eddie’s hands squeeze your ass harshly, gripping you impossibly closer. “What about him?”

“S’kinda the jealous type…” You gasp as he guides your fingers around his cock, pumping him once, twice, three times before he’s lining himself up with your soaked entrance. “Fuck — but it’s hot when he is… makes me wanna get him all riled up…”

“Sounds awfully familiar, sweetheart.”

“Great smile, a pretty laugh… ugh, fuck…” Your forehead falls against Eddie’s shoulder as eases himself between your folds, filling you up with his shaft until the bush of dark curls at the very base of him brushes against your clit. “A-Amazing tattoos… even better hair…”

“Better than Harrington?”

You snort, nails digging into his bicep. “Nine-hundred and ninety-nine percent better.”

A moan falls from his lips when you shift against him, cunt clenching around his prick helplessly as he stills inside and lifts your head off of him. “Couldn’t have j-just made it a thousand, hm?”

“S’cause you stink, Eds.” He carefully draws his hips back, only to thrust inside you hard and slow as lighthearted laughter rings through the air. “F-Fuck, there had to be… had to be something wrong with you, or else you’d be too…” You hiss as his thumb finds your clit, circling over the sensitive bundle of nerves before he’s hooking his other hand under your knee. “Oh, my god… don’t stop.”

“Words.” He whispers against your lips, eyebrows raising for emphasis. “C’mon, babe. Talk to me.”

A sob nearly rasps out of you when you feel his cock deep in your belly, every stroke deeper and wetter than the last. “Or else you’d be too g-good to be true. Shit, just like that. Fuck, I only want you. Fuck. Eddie—“

You cry against the incursion of his tongue — a rough, open-mouthed kiss. Riddled with frustration, with pleasure, with anger, without caution or grace, with words neither of you can really say.

“Taking m-me so well, Y/N. That’s it. You like this?” He gasps between each slam of his hips, locking you in place with a bruising hold. “You like me fucking you on this car, yeah? You insatiable girl.”

Fuck, it’s good. It’s erotic, the glistening slick of your cum sticking to the curled hair around his shaft, the shine of your thighs as you squirt around him, his teeth digging into your shoulder as his cock wedges your stubborn cunt open and spread, gaping for him as you angle your ass up to meet each sloppy, harsh stroke he gives you.

Filthy slut, stretched you open, didn’t I?

Pretty girl, you’re doing so good for me.

Your mind gets lost in his endless swirl of degradation and praise, deliciously reeling in his back and forth of calling you a whore and then calling you an angel not even a minute later as he drives into your cunt.

“Fuck. Fuck, Eds.”

“If it’s too much, I can — god, we can stop, Y/N.” He drops his head, shoulders shaking as he tries to go easy. “Jus’ say the word, sweetheart, and I’ll stop. Fuck, whatever you want.”

“No. Keep going. Please. Please. Please.” You don’t fucking care. The stretch, the sting of him, it feels almost like the first every time you have sex. “Does it look like I want you to stop?

Eddie snarls and fucks you harder. The thick head of his cock near-bruising your cervix as he punches up into you, your pleas and the sounds of skin slapping against skin ringing through your skull.

The lewd squelch of his shaft driving into your cunt turns him hysterical, and before you know it, he’s hiking you up further onto the hood of the car, grasping the hinges of your knees and forcing them against your bouncing tits.

He’s turned you into nothing but a looping mixtape of fuck-fuck-harder-please-Eddie-Eddie. And fuck, does it overfill the cup of pleasure deep in his belly.

“Baby, I’m…” Your hand reaches for his, desperate and frantic as you interlock fingers and Eddie presses reassuring kisses to each of your knuckles. “I’m gonna…”

“What’s up, hm?” He whispers gently, the sincere concern in his voice tugging at your heartstrings while your ribs rattle with another pleasurable sob. “G-Gonna cum on my cock, sweetheart? Your pussy must need it so bad, yeah? Yeah, I know. Fuck, m’gonna get you there. I’m gonna do so good for you.”

He rears back, before spearing fully into you. Sweat rolls down the side of your forehead, your back arching into Eddie’s sticky chest, his thumb slipping between your wet lips while he works your sore cunt open.

You can barely speak, torn between a fluttering consciousness and the rising warmth between your thighs that your mouth seems to move faster than your brain. “M-My good boy.”

Eddie lets out a huff.

Then, smiles as bright as the innocent, summer sun.

“Fuck yeah, mama. Cum for me. Cum on that shit.”

Your orgasm hits you before you even realize it’s coming.

Such a suffocating build-up, that you almost forget that your pleasure is a reward, your belly cramping and spasming as the walls of your cunt squeeze around Eddie’s cock.

You open your eyes as the high flows through you, and when Eddie meets your fucked-out hazy gaze, a word dangles from the tip of his tongue, burning through his throat and stabbing at his chest as he grits his teeth and restrains every part of him that wants to say: mine.

The raw claim of it. The power of such a minuscule word that implies something deeper than fucking behind closed doors and spending midnights in parking lots. Bars and motels turn into cafés and a shared apartment. Cuddling in the backs of janky old vans turns into ‘good mornings’ and ‘how’d you sleep?’ in a queen-sized bed.

Eddie realizes it now, how he’s never had something to call his. To call his own.

But then you laid out on that lawn one day and…

He’s scared, though. Horrified. You’re free-spirited, you’re open, you’re the rose and the thorns all at once, bright and optimistic and kind. And yet, he can’t risk scaring you away with something so… possessive and certain.

Instead, Eddie tightens his arms around you and thrusts deeper, slotting his mouth over your lips before he offers you a promise. The only promise that’ll give him some sort of peace, to keep him at bay in case you can’t meet him halfway.

“I’m yours.”

The words are muffled against your skin, but either way, you inhale sharply at it. Your hands fumble around Eddie’s neck, cupping him at the nape before you’re pulling him in closer and easing your mouth onto his with furrowed brows and watery eyes.

“And I’m yours.” He chokes on his moans as he strokes into you, your tongue rolling against his as you kiss him hungrily, the warm press of it taking his breath away. “I’ve always been yours.”

Eddie whimpers at that, cumming with his head buried into your shoulder. “M-Mine.”

His last desperate thrusts have you reeling, gasps and sobs being pricked out of you as Eddie fills you with his warmth. His cum slowly seeps out from your cunt when he pulls out almost too quickly for your personal liking, body falling against yours as he places a palm on the hood of the car to steady himself.

You’re sore.

Eddie takes a few moments to catch his breath, panting against your chest as you entangle your fingers at the back of his head. “I meant it…”

“What?” He exhales out, a tinge of confusion clear in his tone.

“Meant that I… I only want you. S’true.” You smile and hold him gently by the chin, picking his head up and off your shoulder. “Jus’ you, Eds.”

“Okay.”

Eddie chuckles heartily, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear before he presses a kiss to your arm. “Hi, by the way.”

“Mmm. Hi, you. You feel okay?”

“Fuck, I’ve never been better honestly. Came so hard and you’re — oh, look how stretched out you are.” He hums, running a thumb up your drenched slit. A shy laugh bubbles out of him, “Should be the one asking you if you’re okay, sweetheart.”

“I’m on cloud nine. I dunno about you.”

“Baby, I’m past the damn clouds. I’m all the way up in the sky with the big man himself.” Eddie dips his digits between your folds, mewling as you jerk your hips against him. He collects the mixture of your juices on the tips of his fingers, raising it up to his lips before he’s sucking on it like his last meal. “Delicious.”

“Perv.” You duck your head, shying away from his kisses before he catches your mouth, sighing against your lips. “Do it again.”

He pauses, brown eyes glistening with adoration.

“Insatiable, I tell you.”

He helps you to your feet, hand outstretched in front of him like a proper gentleman as you wobble onto your legs, pulling your panties and shorts over your ass as Eddie mirrors your movements. He kisses you once more as soon as he’s buttoned his jeans, securing his heavy belt buckle while your teeth knock against each other.

“Eddie…”

“Yeah?”

“My carrrr.” You whine, wringing your arms around his neck as you glance back at the Corvette. “It’s all filthy again. Thanks to you, you know.”

He gasps, placing a hand over his heart while you sneak out from under him and snatch the sponge atop of the car. “Well, call me a dick then.”

“Dick.”

And before he can even see it coming, you’re throwing it at him, the sponge landing against his bicep with a loud squelch! that makes you burst into laughter. “Oh! Oh, we’re playing dirty? Okay, fuck you too, then.”

You squeal as he runs at you, soap drenching your clothes as he grabs you by the waist and squeezes the sponge over your front.

“Eddie!”

Again, Eddie Munson is eternally fucked.

But that’s okay, because not only can he call you a plethora of pretty names, he can also call you the only one that truly matters: mine.

His.

The perfect poster girl of Hawkins who — okay, sure — one hundred percent deserves dates at Enzo’s rather than quick stops at twenty-four hour diners, who deserves more than rusty vans and makeshift beds in the backseat, who deserves more than stick-and-poke tattoos and drugstore cologne. The girl next door who deserves more than a metalhead who works at a record store and lives in a goddamn trailer park.

Yet, all at once, the perfect poster girl of Hawkins who somehow likes twenty-four hour diners and the greasy food that comes with it. Who likes throwing fries at him from across the table because he still abhors The Cure and still thinks his music taste is superior.

The girl who prefers his rusty van over a regular car because the smell is comforting, and that it reminds you of a home away from home. Reminds you of your nights downtown and the really early mornings he’d spend reading Lord of the Rings to you in the back, surrounded by blankets and clothes.

The girl who demands that your first tattoo not be done by a professional, but someone with stick-and-pokes and bat tattoos on his arm. Someone who smells like cedar and wood, gasoline and a fresh pack of cigarettes. Steady hand or not, as long as it’s done by him.

The girl next door who loves the metalhead that works at the record store and lives in a cozy trailer park.

So yeah, maybe Eddie is eternally fucked.

But at least you’re by his side through it all.

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