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dearestaussiechannie · 11 months

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☆♡ We're both stressed ♡☆ — Bang Chan

word count: 3.1k

paring: Chan x afab!reader

genre: angst/fluff

warnings: afab!reader, established relationship, crying, stress, mentions of shouting, pet names (sweetheart, sweetie, love), bestfriend!Jisung, stressed!Chan, comfort, if I left anything out lmk, kinda proofread? (sorry!)

It's been a rough couple of months with the comeback and all the stress that comes with it. Wanting to spend more time with Chan but being unable to due to the ungodly amount of hours he's been spending in the studio with Jisung and Changbin. The little amount of time you got to see him while they were preparing for the comeback has now doubled.

That's why right now you're laying on that iconic couch that sits in the studio, mindlessly scrolling through the many socials that you have on your phone. Luckily it's just the two of you inside since Changbin and Jisung had said that they wanted to freshen up with showers or food, leaving the two of you to just be in the others presence, something that the two of you hadn't gotten in weeks.

While you lay there just scrolling on your phone, you see the multiple fan accounts that you follow talking about their comeback announcements. You giggle at the ones about the other members, specifically Jisungs, sending them to him mimicking the comments when you text him. “He’S sO hAwT!?!?” After doing this a couple of times, you keep scrolling and you see the ones about your one and only Chan.

You try your best to hold back your laughs after seeing all the comments about how hot he looks in his new photos, some even cause the laugh to slip only for you to look at Chan to make sure you haven’t disturbed his work in any way. All you can feel is pride that you managed to be the one that he has chosen to be with… that is until you scroll a little further.

Your heart sinks when you find all the ones talking about how his future someone has such large shoes to fill. One stood out the most to you, even though in your best judgement, it shouldn't have. “I bet if he gets someone, she'll be too insecure and cause him way more stress than he needs or wants. Must be sad yk?”

Does Chan know that they say these things about him and his future someone? He must with how much he takes what they say into consideration. But why hasn't he said anything to you about it? Is that maybe what he thinks as well? As thoughts begin to wreck your already oversensitive brain, you stare into the back of his head.

Almost like instinct, you hear a loud huff and the sound of his headphones crashing onto his desk. “You know, I can feel you staring holes into the back of my head Y/N.” He says, running his hand through his dark brown hair, turning in his chair to look at you. You look down when you hear him speak, causing him to sigh softly before rolling the chair closer to you. “Where did the guys go? Thought they were going to the bathroom or something.” “Well, that's kinda what they said.. Han went to get himself something to eat and Bin wanted a shower so god knows what he's doing now since that was 45 minutes ago.”

He lets out a grumble before going back to what he was doing on his laptop, starting to bounce his leg. “Is there something that you need help with?” you ask him before slowly walking over to him causing him to jump and suddenly shut his laptop, before looking up at you with shocked eyes. The sudden motion shocks you to say the least but you just show a sad smile before walking back over to the couch for a few minutes only to leave not soon after to give him the privacy he suddenly seemed like he needed.

About a week has passed since then and you're currently sitting in the dorms with almost everyone for a movie night. The sight still plastered in your brain as if it happened 20 minutes ago, him shutting his laptop and giving you that look. Sighing shakily, you nestle deeper into your spot on the couch between Jisung and Changbin, Chan choosing not to attend the movie saying “he still has too much to work on” or you’d be cuddled up to him like you usually did during these events.

It seems that the two beside you notice your behaviour, looking between each other before Jisung taps your shoulder. “Hey, is everything alright? You seem off.” he asks you, only causing your mind to race worse. You look at him with a small smile before slowly nodding. If he's noticed how you’re acting that means so has everyone else making you do a quick glance over the whole room, seeing everyones eyes locked on the movie that was playing on the screen. “I’m fine Sungie, don't worry that pretty brain of yours and enjoy the movie.” you whisper back to him before silently excusing yourself from the room.

You find yourself in front of his bedroom door, just staring at it. It makes your heart race with your mind as you think about what's on the other side of this door. Your beloved slaving away over his laptop, eyes most likely bloodshot and dry from the hours he spends staring at it. A small flat spot probably pressed into his hair from his headphones, back with an arch that will make him complain that he needs to fix his posture tomorrow and probably the worlds largest bundle of stress.

Before you could stop yourself, you knock. You can hear the sound of his chair moving around before he suddenly swings the door open. He quickly looks you up and down, sighing before his lip twitches up on the left side. “Hello love, why aren't you watching the movie with the others?” He asks you, leaning against the door frame.

Without realising it, you'd been holding your breath. Suddenly you shakily exhale while looking up at his face, eyes scanning his features as if you hadn't seen him in months even though its only been a few hours. It really did feel like it's been that long though. “Oh.. I just wanted to come check on you.. Movie was boring and Jisung kept laughing so loud in my ears.” you lied, that's not really why you were here.

He stepped to the side, allowing you to enter the room before walking over to his chair and closing his laptop again. There it was again, the stinging pain in your chest. Normally if he ever shut his laptop like this, it meant you had his full attention but the past couple of times, it had felt like he doesn't trust you. It hurts.

“Well as you can see I'm fine but you can stay in here if you want to.” he says before turning his back to you, blocking your view of whatever is on his screen and placing his headphones back on. Fine? Is that what you'd call this sight? Because you don't think so. Which causes your next wrong moves. You start insisting that he take a break, use some eye drops, eat or drink something, stand up and stretch, the basic things he should do after sitting at a screen for hours.

The two of you begin to argue about it causing you to raise your voice a little in worry, your own anxiety flowing into the words without you realizing and neither does he. “If you're just going to lecture me and distract me from my work, you're more than welcome to leave.” he says a bit harshly, venom on his tongue. He doesn't even look at you before his fingers start to swim against his keys again, losing all interest in the fact that you, his girlfriend, is standing right there.

Your eyes sting as you walk out, shutting the door a bit harshly, grabbing the others in the living rooms attention. You fly through the room with your head down, not wanting anyone to see your tears, slipping on your shoes and out the front door after quickly grabbing your keys and coat. The others simply look at each other then back in the direction of Chans room.

It's now been two weeks since movie night and your fight with Chan and you aren't answering any texts you get from the members, fearing that it'll only make this pain worse. All you can think about is his voice the way he spoke to you that night. The way hes been acting towards you for whats just barely short of a month. Your thoughts are suddenly interrupted by the sound of your phone going off the rails. You look down not planning to answer but when the name pops up, your gaze softens. “Sungie Sweetie” is displayed with a silly photo of the boy. You didn’t want to answer but if anyone was as worked up about everything that suddenly happened, it'd be Jisung.

You sniffle as you watch it go to voicemail. The notification “10 missed calls from Sungie Sweetie” displays on the screen for the fifth time today alone. Before you can swipe away the notification, he's calling again. You rub your eyes before you decide to answer. Before you can even get out a hello, you hear his voice crack. “Oh my god you answered! Y/N its Jisung! Do you know how long I've been trying to get you to answer the phone? NO daily memes, no stupid comment mimics in my dms, NOTHING! Where are you? Are you-”

“Ji, you're rambling again.” you say with a small smile even though he can't see it. You can hear his shaky breath, before he begins to whisper. “You haven't answered anyone in days, as your best friend, that's not okay.” he says and you have to fight a giggle. “I’m okay Ji, I just.. Needed some time to myself.” you lie to him which causes guilt to fill your chest. You don't realise but he has the same feeling since he's not telling you the whole truth either.

You see, without your knowledge, you're currently on speaker where not only can Jisung hear you, so can Changbin who is biting his nails. Both of them have been worried sick about you after everyone had assumed you and Chan fought. That thought had been sealed when Chan came out of his room in a rough state, slamming doors and everything else that he opened, glares to everywhere in the dorms as if he's looking for something to soften his gaze on, on you.

Jisung clears his throat before he speaks, “So, when are you coming back over? I’ve got a couple of new games, Bin needs his hype man back, lix needs his taste tester, Minho needs someone to eat the extra food he makes, Seungmin complains that you're not here for him to bully, I.n says that you're the only person in this house that makes him genuinely laugh and Hyunjin has said, and I'm not even playing, ten times that he needs his muse back so he can continue his art.”

He rambled about everything without even thinking about it, the room now filled by everyone he’d mentioned. He looked around at everyone with a finger over his lips, signalling them to be quiet but as if they'd even speak, no one knows what to say. “Ji?..” they all hear that shake in your voice causing them all to look around at each other then quickly to him. “Yes love?” he says with no hesitation.

“You didn't… you didn't say Chan..” you say as the tears have begun to fall down your face like a waterfall of hot water. They could all hear you crying, no one knew what to do. You'd always hid your emotions. As their leaders girlfriend, you were just as head strong as he was, never showing what you actually felt unless behind closed doors. “Y/n… Chans been locked in either his room or the studio since you left. Changbin and I haven't been able to set foot in there without getting yelled at..”

The thought of Chan yelling at the people who care most for him saddens you more but it also really pisses you off. Before you even realise what you're doing, you've got shoes on and you're out your front door. The call with Jisung (and everyone else) does not end, it just becomes silent.

About 10 minutes go by and they all think that you've muted yourself for a cry but your voice suddenly rips through the room. “Sungie?” the fearful looks all shift to him as they hear the name, making Minho and I.n fight for their lives not to laugh. He looks at the floor and smiles “yes Y/Nie?” he replies quickly flipping the two now red in the face off.

“Come unlock the door, yeah?”

You're in the kitchen of the dorms as everyone surrounds you whispering so many questions to you but all you can do is look at Jisung and say “where is he?” before he slowly points to the hallway. You scuff as you wipe your nose and shake off your coat, hearing it hit the floor only for someone to pick it up and put it by the door.

Once in the hall, you make it to a door but you don’t knock or announce that you're walking inside, you just do it. “How dare you?” is all you can say before big brown eyes are looking at you. There's emotion in them and you can see the way that they shift from anger to surprise to guilt. He stares at you before slowly standing up, opening his mouth. “Don't you dare speak. I've got things to say, Christopher Bahng.”

“First of all, if your girlfriend leaves your dorm crying because of what you said to her, a decent boyfriend would TRY to follow her out to make sure shes okay. Second, don't EVER let me hear that you've YELLED at them simply because you're in a bad mood because of something you caused. Third, tell me why it's Ji that had to call me 50 times a day for TWO WEEKS to get me to come back. Do you know how much I've longed to see your name pop up on my phone Christopher?”

By now you're crying without even noticing, your voice just barely above a shout until you realise Chan is staring at the floor. This only causes you to shake with emotion, “look at me!” you say, voice now a desperate shout, whole body shaking, eyes wide once his finally meet yours. You see the emotions switching over and over, the bright red where his eyes should be white, the bags and puffiness and you finally realise the way his whole body is shaking.

“Chan, I..” you start but he quickly cuts you off, his arms engulfing you into him as he pulls you both down to your knees on his bedroom floor, sobs filling the room. His whole body is shaking against you in what feels like frozen time, your hands instinctively finding his hair and rubbing his back as he cries and you do the same. The stress had finally broken the two of you only for you to break in front of the other.

“Y/N.. I'm so so so sorry. Jisung told me everything when you left two weeks ago but I was so hyper focused on work that I neglected your feelings and noticing how you felt. I have no idea what was going through me or how it affected you but I know that I hurt you the other night when you were simply trying to help. That's why you're my light.” He says as he sobs into your neck, arms tightening around you, afraid you might push him away.

You turn your head towards the door to see the others all in the doorway after hearing you yell at their leader, the strongest guy they know now crying on the floor clinging to his girlfriend for what looked like dear life. When they see you looking at them, they quickly scurry away not wanting to ruin the moment that they all knew you both needed. “Channie.. sweetheart, look at me..” you say to him softly.

The pained look on his face makes your heart shatter as you use your sleeves to gently wipe away the tears that keep falling from his beautiful eyes. No matter how angry you are at him, seeing him like this still causes your heart to shatter into a hundred pieces. You push the wisps of hair out of his face and you let him cry as long as he needs to, feeling him relax after some time taking in deeper breaths.

“Y/n, please let's work through this. I messed up I know but I want to work on it, and if you say no then well I-” hes cut off quickly by your lips pressing into his, both of you letting out a shaky breath as you smile against his lips. “You big idiot.. I love you so much and I know that stress got the both of us, you don't need to apologise to me okay? Because everything that I did was no better.. Now I think we both need to take some time and just relax okay? Nothing but the two of us..”

He nods his head feverishly quick, eyes struggling to stay open, letting out a small laugh when he hears you speak. “You look like your body might crash the second I let you go.” “Can't sleep without you by my side.. Been getting maybe an hour or two of sleep a day.” is all that he can reply with before his eyes are closing lulling him to go to sleep right now.

After some convincing, he's taken a shower and you've changed his sheets, cleaned up all the trash in his room, organised his desk getting him a fresh warm towel and a clean set of clothes, you're both now curled in his bed. There's a movie playing on the tv but neither of you had paid any attention to it, too focused on the weight of being in each others arms.

You're playing with his hair while his head is laying on your chest, eyes closed as he's starting to finally feel his whole body relax, the stress you were both feeling only an hour ago now completely gone. There's a small hum that escapes him causing you to look down at him, met by a sleepy smile.

“I love you, Y/n, so much.”

“I love you too Channie, so much more.”

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ruwriteshours · 6 months

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✰ RUNNING AWAY AFTER CONFESSING TO THEM ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ OT7! DREAMIES

pairing: OT7! dreamies x fem!reader

genre: fluff, suggestive, slight angst

warning: shaming reader for being a virgin, a whole lot of cliche, lots of hand grabbing and pulling lol, i got a little too carried away with Haechan & Jeno :p

@xrenjunniesx did smtg similar to this and i got inspired <3

✰ MARK.

"Mark, you have to give yourself a break." You advised, watching as he rubbed his face in exhaustion.

It's been five hours since Mark spent doing his song-writings in his room for his upcoming comeback. As much as you admired his hardwork, you also hated when he overworked himself.

As his best friend, you wanted him to get the rest he deserves but it was impossible for the stubborn boy to succumb to your wishes.

Oh, how much you love him.

Rolling over the bed as Mark continued to do his work on his desk, you begin walking over and snatching his pen mid-way while he was writing.

Mark let out a disgruntled grunt, hand reaching out to grab onto it but you only held it away further.

"Give it back, I still have tons to finish!"

"Not until you get some rest." You stuck your tongue out defiantly, "You've been working for hours, just come here and talk to me for awhile and then you can go back, please?"

Mark looked into your eyes for a moment before letting out a sigh of defeat.

"Fine."

And that's when the both of you find yourself laughing away from the stories you both shared from your childhood.

"Remember that time when you got braces and you were complaining that you couldn't eat meat." You laughed, "So you blended the chicken and started drinking it!"

"Oh man, it tasted horrible. I don't know why I did that." He cackled. "And I look so ugly in braces too!"

"That's not true." You disagreed, watching as he was wiping away a tear from his eye.

"If anything you looked cute." You mumbled, looking down at your feet. "I liked you back then too."

Shit! You didn't mean to say that!

"What was that?"

Fuck! You were screwed.

"Huh? Nothing." You backed away.

"I couldn't hear you just now. Tell me!" Mark pushed on, holding onto your arm to prevent you from retreating.

You pulled away from his grip.

"It's nothing!" You tried again, standing up onto your feet hastily.

"It's not nothing when you're literally red in the face." He said, making a move to stand up as well. "Come on, tell me. We promised not to keep secrets from each other."

"Just let it go, Mark." You groaned, hiding your embarassment.

"We're literally best friends, you have to tell me."

"That's literally the problem!" You snapped.

"What?" Mark paused, looking at you with wide eyes.

"I said you looked cute in braces because I like you back when we were kids." You pulled your hair in frustation, "And I still like you now! Okay? I have always like you more than a best friend!"

As soon as those words leave your mouth, you could feel the clockwork ticking slow, nibbling your bottom lip in nervousness as you watch Mark's face contort to confusion.

Anxiety arises when he begins to open his mouth, but you didn't let him say anything when you dashed out of the room and into the living room, ignoring his calls.

"Hey! Wait, where are you going?" His voice was nearer to you than you expect.

Just as you were about to open the front door, it was slammed shut when his palm made contact with it.

You mentally cursed Mark for his long legs, having that advantage to catch up to you. You could feel his hot breath at the back of your neck, you shuddered at the contact, refusing to turn around despite his body being much closer to you than it has ever gotten.

"Turn around," He demanded, your name escaping his mouth. His voice tickling your ears as you made the move to turn, eyes closed from the sheer shame of confessing to your best friend.

You could hear his chuckle, making you close your eyes even more tightly, if that was even possible. You were definitely sure that your face was redder than before, not having to expect the situation to unfold in the way it has.

"Open your eyes." He said softly.

However, he was greeted with a shake of the head from you, stubbornly refusing to meet his eyes.

He pouted, though you couldn't see as you were still having an internal battle with yourself.

Just then, an idea popped into Mark's mind, hand slowly reaching out to your neck, goosebumps filled in your body as he lifted your head higher. You were confused with his actions and just as you were about to ask him what he was doing, his lips met yours in a passionate kiss.

You let out a sound of suprise as you began to kiss him back on instinct, teeth clashing slightly as his warm lips moulded into yours with such intensity that you didn't want the moment to go away too soon.

Unfortunately, Mark pulled away, which caused you to open your eyes in disappointment.

However, just as you meet his eyes, you could see him smile smugly, face inches away from you.

"I guess you can open your eyes." He teased, which only made you more embarassed, looking away but you were immediately pulled back by his hands and was met with another surging kiss, which lasted longer than the previous one.

✰ RENJUN.

The thing about your friendship with Renjun was that the both of you provide equal balances when it came to taking care of each other. It was never one sided.

He was your emotional support and so were you to him. It was a solid friendship from the start, so it wasn't out of the usual for him to get extra protective whenever you would injure yourself during practice.

So you couldn't understand why you felt a sudden tinge of butterfly at the pit of your stomach this time when he carried you out of the practice room after you sprained your ankle.

In fact, it was such a normal occurence that even your friends didn't bat an eye. You ignored it, thinking that you were still skitterish and that the stupid feeling will eventually go away but the more Renjun took care of you, the more flustered you felt. Flushed faced and stuttering profusely when he would ask if you were okay.

"I told you not to try out that dance move!" He scolded you gently, carrying you in a piggyback as he nagged at you like a worried mom.

Again, usually you would take his gesture nonchalantly but this time, you would only apologise while hiding your face at the crook of his neck.

Renjun smiled at your action, finding you adorable.

"You're lucky you have me."

Ever since then, you began avoiding him for the sake of saving yourself from rejection, you knew deep down that Renjun couldn't possibly reciprocate your feelings. It even took awhile for you to process your emotions towards him but the more you thought about it, the more it made sense.

Renjun had been there for you, had been your number one support system and was overall, kind, generous and caring. Who wouldn't want him?

Unfortunately, you couldn't take that risk and opted to avoid him until you eventually got over it.

Little did you know, Renjun didn't like it one bit.

Especially when you would go as far as to turn the other way when he would approach you. He let it slide initially, thinking you needed space and tried to be understanding.

However, he was very concerned when you began to act weirdly around him, being too anxious to talk to him and being way too overly jumpy when he would touch your shoulder or doing something as simple as a brush on the hand. He thought he had done something to scare you and he wanted to apologise if he did.

But when he came up to you and did so, he was very shocked to find out your actual reasoning.

"Look, it's not you. It's me!" You cringed, hating the way you sounded. Renjun raised an eyebrow, not fully convinced with your words as well. "I'm serious! Lately, I've been having this strong feelings towards you and I can't help but feel nervous around you."

"What 'strong feelings'?" He asked.

"Do I really need to spell out for you?" You retorted, "I. Like. You."

His eyes widened at your straightforward confession, but you were quick to backtrack on your words when you realised you had just spoken aloud impulsively.

"But it's nothing serious— I swear! I'm just distancing myself so that I can get over it and we can be back as friends!" You chuckled nervously, not wanting to embarass yourself more than you probably have.

Without even looking at him, you turned your heels and began speed-walking away, wanting nothing more than to burn a hole in the ground.

Before you could make your exit, he gripped onto your hand, stopping you from your escape.

"You do have a way of confessing, don't you?" He scoffed playfully, pulling you closer so that your chest would touch his. "Dummy, why would you try to get over your feelings for me?"

"Because I know you don't feel the same— ow!"

You rubbed your forehead where Renjun flicked at, glaring at the boy.

"Idiot, you didn't even let me say anything."

"W-What?"

He leaned in closer, breath fanning your face before he gave you a light peck on the lips.

"I like you too."

And that is when you gained the confidence to pull him by the collar to steal another kiss.

✰ HAECHAN.

"Hey! Get back here!" The infuriating male chased after you, watching as you fastened your pace whenever you saw him.

For the past few days, Haechan had noticed your obvious distance towards him, which only made him upset whenever you refused to acknowledge him. He would sent you texts everyday but was only met by a single tick.

It was frustating to see you get so comfortable around his friends but immediately turning stoned-faced when it came to him, especially when you were the closest to him than anyone else!

Having had enough of your sudden cold attitude towards him, he was determined to find out why.

"What do you want, Donghyuck?" You asked in mild annoyance, partially to cover up the fact that your heartbeat kept racing whenever he was near you.

"Okay, that's it! What's your problem with me." Haechan huffed, arms crossed as he blocked you from the door.

"I don't have a problem with you." You lied.

"Then why do you keep avoiding me?" He asked sternly.

"I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not."

"We're not gonna talk in circles here." He groaned.

"Great, so let me out." You pushed him aside and began walking towards the door.

You gasped in shock when Haechan held your waist to tug your body closer, face buried in your neck. "Haec—"

"Tell me what's wrong." He said, softly this time.

You gulped nervously, hand holding onto his as you tried to remove yourself away from him, but the persistent male held on tighter.

"I'll let go after you tell me the truth." His voice muffled against your sweatshirt.

"Promise you won't laugh at me?" You asked shakily.

"I promise."

He looked up, piercing eyes gazed onto yours as he saw your pinky out in the open, waiting for his to intertwine against it. He smiled softly and reached out for your hand.

You sighed, mind going haywire as you tried to calm your nerves.

"I like you, Haechan. Like— really, really like you." You emphasised, eyes avoiding his as it was focused on your feet, "I got jealous when you got touchy with her because you were never like that to me."

You mumbled the last part.

"Her? You mean, my junior?" He clarified.

"Yeah.." You trailed off, hating how pathetic you sounded.

A moment of silence passed by when you heard Heachan let out a humouress laugh. You frowned, heart clenching at the thought of him mocking you.

"I knew it!" You shook your head, "I should've never told you anything. Forget I said anything." And with that, you took off.

You ran as fast as you could, desperately trying to get away from the most humiliating situation that you had stupidly gotten yourself into.

Too consumed in your self-pity, you didn't notice an incoming car driving its way towards your direction. It was when a loud honk snapped you out of trance but even then, it was too late.

Just as you were about to accept your fate, a hand pulled you, making you collide with the person.

"Idiot, did you not see where you're running!" Haechan yelled, face full of worry as he scanned over your body to look for any injuries.

"You promised you wouldn't make fun of me." You teared up, ignoring his previous question.

"No! I wasn't making fun of you." He explained, hand gripping your shoulder in an attempt to make you look at him. "I just find it funny that you would get jealous of her."

"I fail to see how that's funny." You crossed your arms.

"It's just, I should be the one confessing first." He revealed.

"What—"

"And don't even get me started on how Renjun would get all up on you whenever he sees you. I hate that shit." He rambled on.

"You were jealous." You concluded.

"Was that not obvious?" He shrugged. "So, I guess we both have a fair share of jealousy."

"But we were just talking about you." You justified, still in shock with his confession.

"Doesn't matter, now that we've both declared our feelings, he needs to back away from my girl." He smiled proudly.

"Um, excuse me. Who said I wanted to be your girl?"

"I literally chased you down the street like a maniac, are you really gonna prolong the inevitable?" He deadpanned.

"Hm," You pretended to think, "Walk me back home first then maybe I'll consider."

"I'll do more than just walk you back home."

"Watch it." You said sternly, face beet red as his cocky smirk was plastered on his face.

"God, you're so sexy when you're serious." He leaned over to give you a peck on the lips, "But let's see how serious you can get when I'm balls deep inside you."

And with that, Haechan did fulfill his promise by doing more than just walking you back home.

✰ JENO.

"I'm sure Jeno likes you." Haechan repeated for what seems to be the fourth time.

"Of course he likes me," You deadpanned, holding onto two pieces of dresses that you doubt would look good on you. "I'm his friend but does he like me?"

"Again, yes. He does." The male groaned, looking around to see piles of clothes scattered across your room. "You don't need to dress yourself up too much, he loves your own style."

You frowned, recalling the fretful memory a few days back.

"I heard Jeno likes girly girls."

"Yeah, that's what I heard too." Another one gushed, "That's why I don't see her as a competition.

"I know right. I mean, look at her!"

"Jeno must be blind if he ever goes out with her!"

And to think you met him and started off as casual flirting.

"That's a lie. Do you know how many pretty girls that are just drop-dead gorgeous? And you'd think he'd settle for this?"

"You're underestimating yourself, just ask him out normally." He shrugged, as if it was the most simplest thing you could do.

"Like this?" You asked incredulously, gesturing to your clothes.

"What the fuck does that even mean?"

"Ask him out with a baggy shirt and sweatpants? Are you serious?" You threw your dress onto the floor. "He'll laugh in my face, for crying out loud!"

"Look, I'm not gonna feed into your delusions so I'm gonna head outside and by the time I get back, you better be done." He walked out, ignoring your calls for him to come back.

In the end, you just settled with a warm sweatshirt and a denim skirt. It wasn't too fancy but it definitely wasn't your usual style.

"Are you done yet!" Haechan yelled from the other side of the door, too which you answered back, opening the door as he eyed your outfit with a hum of approval. "Not bad. Let's go."

The whole outing went relatively well, I mean—as well as it could cosidering your failed attempts at trying to ask Jeno out in private was very evident. A second couldn't go smoothly when girls would swoop in and join in the conversation, where you would have to awkwardly leave when the girls would get too flirty.

Little did you know, Jeno dreaded the attention, desperately wanting to spend some alone time with you. He sighed in defeat as he tried to tune out the conversation, shoulder slumping when you walked away.

As if the night couldn't get worse, Mark had drunkedly suggested to play a game of truth or dare. You had reluctantly agreed as Haechan practically pushed you in the circle. You blushed when Jeno sat by your other side, knees touching yours.

Rowdiness consumes the room as each took their turns, you looked away in disgust as Haechan made out with a girl as a dare. When it came to your turn, you had meekly picked truth, causing the room to let out sounds of disappointment.

"Okay." Jaemin smirked, watching you tensed up when he called your name. "When was the last time you hooked up?"

You looked down in shame, knowing that you hadn't been intimate with anyone for as long as you could remember.

Giggles could be heard as the girls pocked fun at you, one of them decided to berate you. "Of course she hasn't done anything. Why would you even bother asking her that?"

You were about to speak up when someone beat you to it.

"There's nothing wrong with that." Jeno spoke up, glaring at the girls. "And there isn't anything cool about shaming others for it, too."

"I'm not shaming her, I just think it's pathetic that she hasn't." She scoffed playfully.

"And you think it's not pathetic that you think you're better than her because of that." Silence filled the room as the girl stuttered, tears welling up her eyes.

"I—"

"For the record, I wouldn't fuck you even if I got paid to do it."

The girl stood up and ran away in embarassment, other girls following behind while glaring at you and Jeno.

It was silent for awhile before Mark spoke up.

"Well, this was fun."

After the awkward incident, the party ended shortly after. Slowly the crowd became lesser and you think it's time to leave after helping with the clean-up. Haechan was your ride and you had to wait outside his car alone while he went to the bathroom. You shivered at the cold breeze when suddenly, you felt a jacket wrapped around you.

Turning around, you saw Jeno, with a big smile as his eyes sparkled under the light. You awkwardly shifted, too shy to look at him for a little longer.

"You okay?" He spoke up, to which you give a firm nod.

"Thank you for standing up to me, by the way."

"That was nothing." He shrugged, "I would have done it to any friend."

Friend.

"Of course, we're friends." You gulped, fighting back tears, "That's all we'll ever be."

He called out your name with a hint of confusion, "What's wrong?"

"You know, I don't think I can stay friends with you." You told him.

"W-What, why?" He asked, taking a step closer towards you.

"I just don't know if I can ever deal with just being your friend." You revealed, "I mean, I can't exactly blame you either, I'm just an idiot for liking someone that's out of my league."

You didn't mean to pour all of your doubt onto Jeno but it was something that had been kept inside your heart for the longest time and it just burst out unexpectedly. Luckily, your conscience stopped you from spilling out more than what you have, shaking your head when he would try to come near you.

"Shit! Just ignore what I said." You said regretfully.

"No, talk to me." He pleaded, your name escaping his lips.

"Just let it go, Jeno." You stepped back, "Forget about it, please."

"No, there's no way I'm forgetting what you just said."

Just as he was about to speak again, Haechan came out, to which you signed in relief when he clicked his car keys, giving you the opportunity to slide in his car, Jeno following behind to stop you.

"You can't leave." Jeno pleaded, "We have to talk about this."

"Leave me alone, Jeno."

"What's going on?" Haechan spoke up, eyeing the two of you.

"I just really want to go home." You ignored Haechan's question, he didn't push further and only gave Jeno a look.

Thankfully, Jeno gave you space, but not before giving you one last glance as you sat on the passenger seat, you didn't bother looking at him, eyes focused on the front as Haechan entered the car.

The whole car ride was silent, Haechan didn't bother asking you what had happened, knowing that you didn't want to talk about it.

"Call me if you need anything." He said.

"Thank you." You closed his door before making your way to your apartment, keys in hand.

You stopped dead in tracks when you see a familiar figure standing outside your door, drops of sweats on his forehead as his shirt was wrinked up. You gulped nervously, mentally preparing yourself as you walked up to your door.

Jeno's head immediately turned towards you, he stood in front of your door with his arms crossed, face full of determination as he stared you down.

"Can you move." You looked down at your feet.

"Not until we talk." He said firmly.

"There's nothing to talk about."

"Well, maybe to you but I have a lot to say." He said sternly, "You didn't even let me say anything before you start assuming that I wasn't interested."

"You said I'm your friend." You frowned, confused with his words, "Why shouldn't I assume that!"

"Because I thought you liked Haechan!" He shouted, chest heaving up and down.

"W—What, why?"

"Well, for one, you came to the party with him, and two, both of you would always come in pairs all the damn time so I'm sorry if I saw it the wrong way!"

"You should be because there's nothing going on between me and Haechan." You explained.

"I got that now." He muttered sarcatically, "And what were you even talking about with 'liking someone out of your league'?"

"It's pretty self-explanatory!" You deadpanned, "You're hot— like really hot, and look at me, you'd want to go out with someone who looks like this!"

"Someone as gorgeous as you, yeah!"

"You don't understand!"

"Make me understand then!"

"I'm sorry." A woman's voice spoke up, the room beside you opened as she walked outside the hallway, "Could you both keep it down a little, I have work the next morning."

"Sorry." The both of you mumbled in unison.

"We're done here." You said, taking your keys to open the door as you walked in to slam it shut on him.

However, he put his foot in between the door before squeezing his way inside. "Could you stop running away from me, we're having a serious conversation here!"

"Well, how about I take back my confession so you don't have to stress yourself out too much."

"There's no way I'm letting you take that back!"

"Well, too bad. I did." You crossed your arms, as if you had solved the problem, but your smile quickly dropped when you noticed his expression.

"Are you sure about that?" He smirked, trapping you behind a wall as his arms caged around you.

"What are you doing?" You asked nervously, watching as his eyes looked at you up and down with hunger.

"Changing your mind." His mouth made contact with your neck as you let out a loud moan.

You were in for a long night.

✰ JAEMIN.

Jaemin had always been a romantic. To you, it could come as an advantage or the complete opposite. For one, he would always notice the little things that would upset you, offering comfort and food to cheer you up and overall being the most caring and loving friend someone could ask for. However, his charms played a huge part in fuelling your hopes towards the lover boy. You couldn't risk destroying whatever you had with Jaemin just because you couldn't control your emotions. For that, you couldn't bring yourself to tell him how you truly felt.

This was one of those days. You were sick for the past few days and Jaemin had took the liberty of taking care of you, despite you warning him that he could catch your illness. The boy couldn't care less.

He placed a hot cloth on your forehead, bring you a bowl of soup that his mom made and rub circles at the your hand. All of this actions were too overwhelming for you to the point where you had accidentally blurted out your feelings towards him.

"You're such a boyfriend material, Jaem. I wish you knew how much I love you." You sighed dreamily.

Of course, in your sickened state, you hadn't realised and went back to sleep after your confession.

Jaemin chuckled at that and gently caressed your cheeks, admiring you, even though you were basically at your most unappealing state, tissues stuck up your nose as your eyes were puffy from the flu. Eventually after a few minutes, he too dozed off.

When you had awoken up the next morning, you felt much better than before, thanks to Jaemin. As you shuffled your way to the kitchen, you could already see him cooking up something. You quietly sat down on the stool as you watched him do his thing.

When he turned around, he gave you one of his signature smile that made your heart melt.

"You feeling alright?" He walked over, handing you a plate of omelette.

"Yeah." You yawned, "Thanks for taking care of me, Jaem."

"Of course, why wouldn't I take care of the girl who's in love with me?" He teased, making you freeze in your seat, eyes widening at his words.

"W—What are you talking about, idiot?" You attempted to cover up, chuckling nervously when he rounded to corner to get close to you, in which you backed away in return.

"Come on, let's not kid ourselves here." He smirked, "How long were you gonna keep your feelings hidden away from me?"

You began backing away more further, "Stop coming nearer, you freak!"

"Stop running away then!"

"Get away!"

"Get back here, missy!"

He broke out to a sprint, chasing you around the house when you began picking up your steps. You were red from embarassment and Jaemin didn't make things any better for you.

"Stop running!"

"Never!"

Unfortunately, you did stopped when Jaemin tackled you down on the couch, his hands holding your arms to restrain you from moving. You squirmed under his touch, humiliated that you had just gotten caught.

He began tickling you, to which you only thrash around, laughing hysterically as you begged him to stop.

"I'll stop when you don't make a move to run again." His hands made its way towards your stomach, continuing his attack, "Do we have a deal?"

"Deal! Deal! Just stop!"

True to his words, he did and that's when the laughter died down as the both of you stared into each other's eyes, lost in the moment as he began to lean in. You didn't get to process his actioms before you began kissing him back, hands wrapped around his neck to pull him closer as he gripped onto the couch to support his balance, hovering over you as you both made out.

After awhile, you pulled away, to which Jaemin leaned in again, wanting to get another kiss.

"I'm still sick, Jaem." You leaned away.

"I don't care."

And with that, his lips reconnected with yours once again.

✰ CHENLE.

"Idiot, watch where you're going." Chenle scoffed, bumping his shoulder against yours. "I almost spilled my drink on my shirt because of you."

You rolled your eyes at the taller male. Chenle had been your arch nemesis since the dawn of time. It was never usually serious though, more of light jabs and insult thrown at each other but none were ever meant to be hurtful. You never really hated Chenle, it's just that you had this dynamic where bickering was a constant need to keep the conversations going with him. And you really like aggravating the hot-headed male.

"Whatever, I bet it would make it look better than whatever you're wearing."

"You little bitc—"

"Okay!" Jisung interjected, squeezing his way between the two of you, hand awkwardly stretched to keep a distance. "Let's have fun at this party and not cause unnecessary fights."

"But she— fuck!" Chenle groaned, bending down slightly to rub his ankle that Jisung had kicked, glaring at the male. "Right, Chenle?"

Chenle let out a sigh of defeat before nodding along to his best friend's words, burning holes at your face when you snickered at him.

The night went on, full of alcohol and dancing and you were honestly on the brink of passing out but you kept downing down shots, your body at a point of losing its own control.

"Okay, that's enough." Chenle snatched your glass away, which caused you to whine obnoxiously.

"Dude, you're completely intoxicated. I'm taking you home."

"N-No! I wanna stay! It's fun here." You slurred, stumbling with your balance.

"Uhuh, come on." He held your waist to balance you up, "Let's go."

After bidding goodbye to your friends, he guided you towards his car and just when he tucked you into the passenger seat and helped you with the seatbelt, your words made him paused his actions.

"You know, Chenle. You're lucky I like you because I would never let anyone do this to me."

"Is that so?" He hummed.

"Mhm, here feel my heartbeat." You grabbed his hand and placed it on your chest, he could feel your heartbeat beating fast, "It always like that whenever I'm around you."

He smiled softly, a blush crept on his face. "Let's get you back home, cutie."

The following day felt like a blur, you groaned when you stirred yourself awake, only to be greeted by three missed calls from someone.

You grabbed your phone and looked through the call sheet to check who it was, your brows furrowed in confusion when you saw that those three calls came from Chenle.

Just as you were about to ponder more, your phone began to vibrate and he called you again, making you answer his call with a loud huff.

"What do you want?" You said.

"Shower and get ready, I'll pick you up."

When you were about to reply, he had already hung up. In your tired state, you didn't have room to argue and you shuffled your way to the bathroom, yawning loudly in the process.

"Mind telling me why you're acting so weird today?" You entered his car, watching as he helped put on the seatbelt for you.

"Can't I just be nice today?" He shrugged, a smug smile on his lips.

Throughout the car ride, he would occasionally steal glances in your way and purposely shift in his car seat to get closer to you. At first, you didn't think much of it and assumed that you were just overthinking but the more you could feel his arms brushed up against yours when he made a u-turn, the more you couldn't contain your flustered state. Letting a noise of complaint when you realised that he was doing it intentionally.

"Ugh, is it something I did yesterday? I swear, whatever I did or say means nothing. I was drunk." You explained, once he had parked his car outside your destination.

He wasn't fully convinced with your words, "Haven't you heard of 'drunk words, sober thoughts'?"

"Just tell me what I did—"

"You confessed your undying love for me." He revealed, making your eyes widened as you let his words sink in.

"You said I was the reason your heartbeat's beating so fast everytime." He came in closer, hand reaching out to hold your palm, "Let's put that to the test and see if you're lying."

Truth be told, your heart rate was beating so fast that you swore you could hear it. Embarassment flooded through your face as your only thought was fleeing out of the car, reaching out for the door handle, your heart dropped when it clicked back in place.

"Nuh-uh, I knew you were gonna run away." He tsked, "Come on, sweetheart, nothing to be embarassed about."

"Ugh, Chenle. Let me out!" You groaned stubbornly. "This is kidnapping!"

"You're such a drama queen, at least turn around and look at me."

"No!" You refused, "If I do, I feel like I'm gonna humiliate myself further!"

"You won't, just look at me please." He said softly, hand gently holding onto your shoulder to turn you around.

Just as you did so, his lips met yours in a passionate kiss. His other hand cupping your cheeks as his teeth gently bite your bottom lip, causing you to gasp as he took the opportunity to slide his tongue inside.

For a moment, you indulged yourself into the kiss, hand reaching out to tug his hair as you both made out in his car.

Pulling away, you slowly opened your eyes, only to be greeted by a cocky smile from Chenle.

"No more running away, we're together now." His hands made its way to yours as he interlocked it.

✰ JISUNG.

"Do you think this girl looks cute?" Jisung showed you his phone, for what felt like the tenth time, at this point, you were grown tired at his obliviousness to your bubbling jealousy.

"I don't know, does she?" You asked in annoyance, trying to appear as if the topic bores you.

"I don't know, that's why I'm asking you." He scratched his head awkwardly, looking back and forth between his phone and your disinterested figure.

"Are you serious, right now?"

"What?" He tilted his head in confusion.

"Nothing." You huffed, "It's whatever."

"I'II help you find a guy too if that's what you're angry about." He muttered, as if that was what you were truly upset about.

"It's not even about that!" You snapped, head turning back towards the TV screen as you tried to contain your emotions.

"Then what is?"

"Forget it!"

"No, something I'm doing is upsetting you and I want to know what."

"Fine." You looked at him, watching as he slightly flinced at how fast you turned. "Since you want to know so much, I like you Jisung." You rambled on, "And it hurts when you don't feel the same! Watching you for hours finding some chick all while trying to keep it to myself at the fact that I'm madly in love with you!"

You let out a breathe you didn't know that you had held for so long, conscience crept in when you realised you had exposed yourself a little too much. Regret started seeping in as you began rushing to collect your things to leave his apartment before you embarass yourself further.

"Fuck! I should go."

"Wait!" He grabbed onto your hand, preventing you from moving.

You tried to pull away from his hold, shaking your head when he came closer.

"Just leave me alone for now, okay?" You pleaded, "I really need time away from you."

He seemed to hesitate, hand still gripping onto yours when he realised your distress state and eventually loosened his hold, giving you the chance to run away.

Ji: 'I hope you get home safe.'

Ji: 'I know you want space but I really want you to know how much I care about you. Talk to me when you're ready, I'll wait.'

It's been a few days since you've been actively ignoring Jisung, despite him agreeing to give you space, he didn't necessarily stopped checking in with you through messages, to which you only replied dryly.

Other than that, he didn't try to approach you and would only give you a small smile from a distance.

Days went by till weeks and you were still in the process of getting over him. It seems as if the odds were in your favour when you met a a friend of a friend, you both seemed to be getting along well and you agreed to hang out with him when he offered.

Hearing this, Jisung didn't like it one bit. Hating the fact that you were trying to get over him. He rushed at your apartment door, banging on it repeatedly, stopping when you opened it abruptly.

"Jisung?" You asked, "What are you doing here—"

You were cut off when he engulfed you in a tight hug, face buried in your neck as he mumbled something you couldn't quite understand.

"What?"

"I said don't go on the date with him." He pleaded, eyes glossy as he looked at you. "I was an idiot, I should've realised it sooner. I love you too and I was too scared to admit it too!"

You gasped in shock but Jisung still continued on.

"I tried to move on because I thought you didn't feel the same but when you confessed to me that day, I was happy." He explained, "You told me you needed space so I gave it to you, but I can't let you get over me. I won't let you!"

He sobbed quietly in your arms while you tried to soothe him.

"Calm down." You patted his shoulder, but he only gripped your waist tighter.

After a moment, he lifted his head up to which you took the opportunity to give him a kiss. You could hear him gasped in shock but he eventually melted against your lips, moulding it against yours as your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer.

It was safe to say that you had ditched your date.

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cupids-scream-queen · 5 months

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ღ -> Prompt: Choking

ღ -> Jason Dean x f!reader

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Warnings: Choking, sex, biting, mild blood kink, power dynamics, dom!JD x sub!reader, lmk if anything else should be warned.

Summary: Every year for Christmas, you and your boyfriend, J.D, go to your parent's house for dinner. This year, it's held two weeks before the actual holiday, and J.D decides he's going to do whatever it takes to not go.

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"Jason, c'mon, we're gonna be late!" You held your car keys in your hand, watching for any sign of your boyfriend to appear on the staircase.

"What is your problem?" J.D came, finally, wearing a suit--kind of. He was missing a tie, instead going for a bad-boy look that you had to admit was cute.

"The problem is, we're gonna be late for Christmas dinner with my parents!" You tapped your foot impatiently, waiting as J.D continued to wonder around aimlessly, increasing the time you were late.

"It'll be fine, they'll just think we're in traffic, right?" J.D was a smooth talker, that was just how he was. You considered agreeing, but then decided to stand your ground.

"No, they won't think we 'just got stuck in traffic', and you know this," You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose in exasperation. "J.D, you know you can't always do this whenever we go there."

"Why? You enjoy the delay just as much as I do," He pointed out, and though he was right, you couldn't show it. Not now, not when you know he'd convince you to go upstairs in the bedroom like a good girl and strip for him.

"That's--ugh, you're impossible sometimes!" You were almost ready to storm out the door and sulk in the car--so close, your fingers were on the cusp of the doorknob, when J.D's arms wrapped around your waist, his strength pulling you away from the door.

"I don't think you're going to want to walk out that door there, sweetheart," He said, his voice seductively cool. He was a loser, you knew this--yet you stayed with him regardless.

"And why not?" You asked, your eyebrow raising as you stared at him with as much fury as you could muster. He knew you weren't really upset at him--no, he knew you were aroused, that you needed him, and that if he really wanted to, he could have his way with you.

And he really wanted to.

"Because, I just have a feeling you'll really regret it, and we wouldn't really want that, right sweetheart?" You nodded, your brain wrapping around the words he so eloquently spun. He kept you pinned against the door, his gaze steady as you realized that your boyfriend was going to do something that would add more time to your arrival at your parent's.

"Is it an early Christmas present?" You questioned, hopeful that he'd agree and give you a car battery or something.

"I guess you could call it something like that," J.D admitted, and without warning, he picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder. You didn't try to kick, much to his surprise, you simply accepted your fate as J.D made his way upstairs, the inevitable coming closer and closer. "I want you to behave, got it? No fucking around."

"I wouldn't dream of it," You quipped, and a slap across the face let you know that J.D meant business tonight--he wouldn't stand any of your quips or witty comebacks. He reached your shared bedroom, and kicked the door open, throwing you on the mattress.

He climbed on top of you, quickly undoing your Christmas top and ripping your expensive red bra, throwing it over his shoulder with little regard for the lost funds. His hands flew up and down your body, stripping you of all clothing he could get his hands on. It was clear what he was in the mood for, and you were more than happy to supply it.

Your pussy was wet, the slick gathering at the bottom of your panties, and J.D soon found his way to them. He grinned as he felt the moisture of your slick seeping into your panties, your cunt getting ready for all of him.

"A little eager, aren't ya, doll?" He smirked, and all you could do was let out a soft, whiny moan as he slipped a hand past the elastic waistband of your panties, gathering slick into his fingers. "You're all nice and wet for me, such a good girl."

"Please...." You trailed off when you felt one of J.D's fingers slip inside of you and curl up into your spongy walls, fucking you.

"What, sweetheart?" He teased, adding another finger. "C'mon, you can handle more than this, can't you?"

"Y-Yes," You whined when his other hand went straight to your throat, squeezing just tight enough to constrict your breathing to short, shallow breaths.

"Good, good. Ain't you the sweetest thing in Ohio?" He praised, and you smiled through the pain. J.D's fingers were moving in and out of you at a rapid pace, setting the speed for what was to come when his cock was inside of you.

"Please..." You whispered, and he held your neck tighter. A warning, you assumed, to shut up. You obliged, and J.D smirked at his victory, his control over you evident. He removed his hand, deciding to bite you on the neck instead. You moaned loudly, and fought back tears as his teeth broke flesh, tiny spurts of blood lapped up by him.

"You taste divine," He growled into your ear, his fingers moving to circle your clit. You whined as he did this, your teeth digging into your lower lip, threatening to break skin. "God, our love is God. And you are my savior."

With a sharp inhale, J.D took his fingers off of your pussy and sucked on them, eager to taste every last drop of you. He then grabbed your thighs, holding them wide open for him. Lining himself up with your cunt, he pushed in, roughly. He was breaking you open, his thick cock stretching you as far as you'd go.

"God, sweetheart, you feel so good," He was breathless, one hand cupping your thigh and another moved up to your neck, where he returned to his pattern of squeezing. The control he had over you drove you wild, the amount of power he held with his hand right at your throat was enthralling.

"P-Please, more," You asked. J.D said nothing, instead preferring to fuck you harder until you saw stars, his hand leaving your thigh and slapping you across the face.

"You're just such a whore for me, aren't you? Can't control yourself?" He teased, his slaps stinging. It only turned you on more, your body aching to reach the point of pure pleasure. J.D would soon give it to you, you knew this.

He pushed his cock in farther, his hips meeting yours and you gasped at the size of him. He was fully inside of you, and he started to thrust in and out, teasingly, before going rougher and rougher. His hand around your neck, reminding you who was in charge of this situation.

Squeezing, more. He was closer to his climax, and you were, too. His thrust got deeper, more sloppy and animalistic grunts and groans left his mouth as he chased after the pleasure that he needed.

He came, his hand nearly choking you, your vision black as he thrust into you faster, then leaving his cock inside of you, thick, hot spurts of cum covering your walls. He left it there for a while, enjoying the feeling of your pussy squeeze as you came after him, your cunt greedily painting J.D's cock with your cum.

"Oh, you're so pretty, aren't you?" J.D chuckled, removing his hand from your throat. You felt sore, your body used and spent, your neck in no condition to visit your parents for Christmas dinner. "I guess you're too tired to go to your parent's, right? I'll call them and let them know you're feeling under the weather."

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reneyorene · 7 months

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OPLA roronoa zoro × fem! reader headcanon

summary: you recruited to the crew by luffy before sanji. it didn't take long for you to get close with him, even closer than with zoro. no one knows that zoro is actually jealous because of that

note: english isn't my first language, so please understand. hope you enjoy!

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• it's all starts when sanji joined the crew. everyone knows that he is a type of person that easily socialize with others

• sanji does flirt a lot. to all women. and when he join the crew, you and nami are never absent from his flirty words

• meanwhile, you and zoro aren't really that close. he looks like keep a barrier for everyone

• after you got recruited, he is the only person that haven't talk with you unless needed. even nami almost spend every night jist talking with you

• when you guys save nami from arlong and his crew, you just motice something. zoro make some moves that looks like he's protecting you

• of course you can fight, but arlong's crew just really strong

• zoro helps you sometimes especially when one of arlong's crew attack you from the back

• "thanks, zoro" and he just hummed or nod. that's all

• when the fight is over, you and your crew take some rest while sanji made the dinner for you all

• you're standing beside sanji while he's cooking. admiring his skills that you can't even do as a woman

• "you got a real good cooking skills, sanji. probablly you should open your own restaurant like zeff" ypu said

• everyone agree by saying the same thing but one person remain silent, it's zoro. not untill usopp asked him "sanji is a good chef don't you think, zoro?"

• and he just relpy with "he'll be a chef when we come to baratie if that so"

•and after that he just left making everyone confuse except sanji. he seems like know that zoro didn't like him that much

• after reasuring yourself, you decide to follow zoro and talk with him. maybe ask about the reason of his behaviour before

• you found zoro sitting on nojiko's roof. you come closer and asked him if you can join him

• he let you join him by giving a nod

"want to tell me what is wrong with you?" you asked

"there is nothing wrong. just want to have some fresh air here"

"definetly something is wrong with you. i mean, you did not talk a lot like usual, but today it looks like you have something inside your head"

"everyone have someting inside their head"

alright, that's it. maybe he just being himself. nothing to worry. you decide to comeback inside the house but you feel a hand on ypur wrist

"if you don't mind, would you sit here for few minutes more?"

you thought he don't want to share anything or even say a thing, but looks like he did

"okay, i'm gonna asked you again. what is inside your head? what makes you look like you owe someone hundred million berries? is it because of sanji? ypu know he just-"

"you. i don't owe someone hundred millions berries. amd yes, it's him bothering me"

you froze for few moments "me? what is this have to do with me? and how is sanji bothering you"

he sighed before answering your question. it takes some moment for him to talk

"you just being too close each other"

"but we are a team" you answered with confuse tone

"you not that close with me"

zoro's answer startled you a bit "i thought you are keeping a distance"

"i'm not" he asnwer swiftly

there some silence moment before he continue speak "i am sorry for make you think that way"

you chuckle makes him looks towarda you. it's night thankfully, so you can't he he's blushing right now

"it's all clear now, so that's fine.i just don't really get it why i can't being too close with sanji"

"you can. you can be friend with him. but just... don't too close"

"why?" you looked at him back, asking for answer

zoro take a breath before answered "because i'm jealous"

oh.. you didn't expect that answer from him. it's roronoa zoro we're talking about

"you are... jealous?"

"yeah"

again, moment of silence. this time it's longer than before

"i asked usopp. he said that i like you. probably he's right"

you still silent, don't know how to react. actually ypu have talked about this witj nami before. about sometimes, either nami or you caught zoro just starring at you or helping you with anything you do. but you just take it as an act from a teammate, nothing special. but tonight you got an absolute answer

"do you.. like me?"

zoro's question bring you back to the earth, you glanced at him but when you meet his gaze, you try to find other object to look at. your cheek feels like burn, also feels like there's a lot of butterflies inside your stomach

"zoro-"

"you like sanji?"

"no. i mean yes, as a friend. i like you all as my team mate?"

"so it's just a team mate between us?"

you frowned "you expect more?"

"ussop said when i confessed, you'll answer that you like me too right away"

his words got you chuckled

"usopp is wrong then" there's a disappoint tone in his voice

"no, he's not wrong. he's right. i like you too, not just a team mate" you answered with smile

slowly, a smile appeared on his face makes ypu smile even wider

"i think i'll got heart attack, my heart just beating too loud"

you laughed, so does him

"am i cool? i make roronoa zoro nervous"

he chuckle "yeah, you are cool"

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sorry for the typos and grammar error. i'm not good at writting in english guys

#roronoa zoro #zoro #one piece #one piece live action #zoro roronoa x reader #zoro x reader

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coupsie-daisies · 7 months

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Kinktober '23: Somnophilia | Lee Chan

Pairing: Idol!Lee Chan x Non Idol!Reader

Genre: Smut (minors DO NOT interact), Light angst, hurt/comfort, Kinktober 2023

Summary: Chan's schedules are keeping him away from you, and he craves closeness more than he ever has before. Luckily for him, you're always so eager to give him what he needs

WC: 1.9k

Warnings: Reader is afab but no pronouns are used, Unprotected sex (have fun, be smart), under negotiated somnophilia, fingering, creampie, cockwarming, petnames, love making, Chan is pervy if you squint. This is really soft but kinda sad at the beginning

A/N: Hopefully we're picking up again. Let me know what you think of this one!

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You and Chan's relationship was fairly settled. You'd been friends even before he debuted, having met as children and the both of you being adamant that nothing was going to get in the way of the two of you being partners in crime. You were there for all of his milestones, supporting him every step of the way, and he was there for you even when he was across the world on tour.

Now the two of you had been dating for a couple of years, and he crashed at your place more often than his own. It was hard sometimes with him gone for so long during tours and coming in late from practices and promotions, but you knew that this was his dream, and you would never be mad at him for chasing it. Not when you were his number one fan.

He, however, was much more angry with himself over his chaotic schedule and endless obligations. He was a performer, sure, but he wanted so badly to be closer to you. Date nights were constantly getting reshuffled, dinners with your family attended late when things ran over. He didn't feel reliable in the least. But every time his worries got the best of him, you were there with your solutions and your never ending patience that he was eternally grateful for.

That never ending patience came in handy for you, especially on nights like this. Nights when he didn't get home from filming Going Seventeen and consequently spending time with his hyungs until well past midnight. You were already in bed, sound asleep when he tiptoed into your bedroom. He sighed, trying not to make any noise to wake you up. He knew you wouldn't be mad if he did, you'd just rub your eyes and smile all sleepily and ask how his day was in that tiny, barely awake voice, but he knew you had to work in the morning and he didn't want to disturb you.

So he tiptoed around your apartment, getting himself ready for bed and carefully slipping under the blankets beside you. You hummed contentedly in your sleep, wiggling closer to the feeling of him, dragging his arm around your waist even in his sleep. He stifled a chuckle at your clingy behavior, pressing a kiss to your shoulder and mumbling a soft 'I love you' before closing his eyes for the night.

He'd had every intention of just going to sleep then, but it seemed that he wasn't as tired as he'd thought he was. At least not when he had the warmth of you pressed up against him, and his mind wandering to the last time he'd gotten to feel that warmth without the barrier of clothes between the two of you. Just your skin pressed to his, your face against his shoulder, your pussy wrapped around his cock. Fuck.

Chan wasn't sex crazed, but he had his needs, and you had yours, and it had become increasingly difficult with Seventeen's success and a comeback just around the corner to meet those needs as often as you'd both like. So Chan found himself feeling a bit like a teenager again, getting hard at the simplest touches from you or the thought alone of sneaking in a quick moment here and there. But now you were sound asleep, the soft curve of your ass pressed against the outline of his cock through his boxers. He huffed out a sigh, trying not to grind against your touch. How long had it been since you'd had sex? Too long, a few weeks or more.

His hand slid to your hip, grabbing at it lightly, still careful not to wake you up. He remembered you offhandedly mentioning that it might be nice to wake up to sex, but the two of you hadn't talked about it very much. But even so, the thought was bouncing around in his head, and the tiny way that you wiggled closer, pressing back into his chest and giving him just a little more friction against his aching cock. It was too much to resist.

He rolled his hips forward, dragging his clothed erection against your ass. He was careful, moving slowly in steady rocking motions. You made a soft noise, and he bit his lip, still feeling guilty about the idea of waking you up. His hand tucked into your pajama shorts, sliding carefully between your legs and searching for your clit, rubbing slow circles against it in time with his rutting against you.

You shifted, half rolling over to spread your thighs. His eyes searched your face, but you were peacefully asleep, and the sight of your body opening up to him even when you weren't conscious of it did something wholeheartedly filthy to him. He leaned down, pressing careful kisses to your neck as he continued to tease you, feeling you grow wet against his touch. Always so perfect and pliant for him. He knew your body must need him as much as he needed you.

He slowly slid a finger inside, coaxing a pretty little sigh out of you and feeling his dick twitch at the sound. He rutted against you again, dragging his hips slowly against your thigh now as he worked you open. His finger curled and pumped into you, drawing more of your juices out of you until he could work a second one alongside the first. He was always attentive, making sure that you were ready for him, but even more so now. Call him selfish, but he wanted to make sure this was a good experience so he could do it all over again another night. Hadn't even gotten his dick wet yet and he was already hooked.

"Chan," His name was barely a whisper, a sighed breath as you shifted and nuzzled closer. You weren't fully asleep, but just teetering on the edge. Your eyes didn't open, and even though his movements didn't stop, you seemed to settle again. He almost whined, but he had been the one wanting to make sure you slept, wasn't he?

He moved as slowly as he could manage, settling between your legs and kicking his underwear off so he could finally stroke his length. The friction had his breath hitching and his hips bucking forward, and he could only imagine how much better it would be once he was fucking you instead of his fist.

He dragged the head of his cock through your folds, watching the way your hips pressed up towards his, forcing his dick a little closer to your eagerly awaiting entrance. He thumbed at your clit a few times, reveling in the little moans and sighs you let out. By now you'd generally be begging for him to get on with it. You weren't as patient as he was, and he wasn't very patient himself. But he appreciated the build up, taking his time with it now, getting your body worked up just how he wanted it.

And finally, after a few more minutes of teasing you and letting your wetness coat his length, he pressed into you, slow and steady until he was buried to the hilt, and you were shifting, clearly starting to wake up. He leaned down, pressing his lips to your jaw, trailing wet, heavy kisses along your skin.

"Sorry, baby. Need you so bad," He said, holding himself up with one arm while the other hand steadies your hips for him to pull back and thrust into you again, still slow and gentle as he finds a steady pace. "Missed your pussy so fucking much

You blinked up at him, a tiny whine pulling out of your throat as your mind flickered into consciousness, trying to register the flaring warmth in your stomach and the feeling of having Chan's cock filling you up. You tipped your head back, lips parted breathlessly.

"More," You said after a moment, voice still heavy with sleep. Chan hesitated, searching your face for any sign that you weren't fully aware of what you were asking for, but it wasn't there. "Chan, baby, fuck me harder. Need it."

You were adamant now, a little more awake than you had been and just as desperate as he was. You reached up, fingers threading through his hair to pull him down into a messy kiss. It wasn't coordinated, but it was full of unspoken words of adoration. He pressed himself close to you, his hips meeting yours in hard, deep thrusts as if it would allow the two of you to become one being. Both of your sounds of pleasure were lost in the clash of tongues you shared.

You both needed the closeness, the feeling of walking the line between filthy fucking and passionate love making. The slide and press and warmth of each other, heavy with sleep and clinging to one another like it was the last chance you'd get to feel this way.

"Close," You warned him, head falling back against the pillow again. His mouth found your pulsepoint, suckling at it, not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to make your stomach flip. You arched into him, fingertips dragging hard down his shoulders as you came around him, the sounds you made hushed in the quiet of your room.

He wasn't far behind you, holding you close as he rolled his hips into you until finally he hit his high, orgasm washing through him with a musical sigh of your name and a kiss pressed to your lips.

You both stayed that way for a while until he rolled the both of you onto your sides. He kept you pressed close, his softening dick still buried inside you, plugging his cum inside. You wrapped your leg around his waist, resting your forehead against his chest and listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

"Missed you," You said, tracing shapes against his side and watching him try not to squirm away from the ticklish touch. "Don't like falling asleep without you."

He frowned, and he kissed the top of your head so you wouldn't look up and see the heartbroken expression on his face even in the dark.

"I know. I don't like it either. I promise it'll get better. I don't know when, but it will." He said. You nodded a little. The quiet that fell over you was heavy. Not uncomfortable, but weighing on the both of you. It was obvious that you were both struggling with the separation his schedule was causing, but it was also clear in the way that you held onto each other that it wasn't going to be the end of anything.

"I really like waking up to you, though." You said finally. Looking up at him. He could see the curve of your smile even in the dark, and he brought his thumb to trace along it, letting himself memorize it and sealing it away for a rainy day. "Especially waking up to you like that. Should do that more often."

He chuckled, quietly agreeing before the two of you were falling asleep together. Just like you were meant to.

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slayingqueenchal · 11 months

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busy days | marc spector x f!reader

Warnings : mentions of steven and Jake, but marc is fronting, ANGST, before harrow, ammit, and they already know about eachother

Summary : feels like the boys doesn't care for you anymore, read to find out!

"Sorry sweetheart, Khonshu needs me"

"Oh, y/n, I'm so sorry but I can't go"

"Sorry, maybe we'll do it on Wednesday? I'm busy"

And so many other. You feel empty. Back before all of this, you used to cuddle every night, be all lovely, and even when this happened he still tried as hard as he could to get an extra minute to spend with you. But now, it's as if he doesn't even bother.

Even now, everything is some how your fault. When you gave him a book, a simple book at his birthday he was angry. After he told you about his mom, you understood, and that was your fault.

You couldn't do this anymore. He's always busy with work and, the only person that truly makes an effort is steven.

Still that wasn't enough. One time, he told you he asked you if you wanted to go on a date, and you obviously said yes, but, no one was by your side when you left the restaurant.

One time you held a birthday party, and you invited some friends from work and him. But no one came. If it was your co workers it would make sense, but your own boyfriend?

And, finally when he was home, you finally picked up the courage to tell him.

"Marc? " You said. He has not been Marc for a long time, he's often 'baby' or 'love'. You'd expect for him to notice, but he doesn't, getting a cold reply "what? Can't you see I'm tired".

"Marc. I think I need to take a break" You said, sitting on the couch. "Sleep" The guy said. "Marc! How-how much of an idiot can you be! You spread all of your love and care and when you come home there's none left for me! So I'm ending this! It's for the better anyways" You said. Strong, strong, you are strong, y/n you repeated to yourself.

"What? For the better? You're breaking up with me? " Marc says In shock, as his eyes move to you. "Yes, Marc, I'm breaking up with all of you".

"No, no, no, i-ill fix this, i-what do you want I can give it to you" He begs. "For you to stay here for at least one week at a row" You said,simple, just one week.

"Love, you know khonshu is not negotiable" Marc says, walking closer to you. "Then, neither is our relationship" You cried. And you felt so defeated when you let him hug you.

"This is our first hug in a few months, funny how it's when we're about to break up" You scolded. "No were not, we're not going to break up, I'm going to talk to khonshu, we're gonna be just fine"

"No, Marc, I need to take a break, and, I need a little getaway too, we're not breaking up I just, need space" You said, ending the long hug.

"Okay, I understand, but please come back, yeah?" The accent changed, and suddenly it was steven. "Of course ill comeback".

You didn't. You haven't came back since that awful night. And that was six months ago.

And finally Marc gets a taste of his own medicine. He has never felt more lonlier. Sure he had steven and Jake, but, he felt empty.

These days, Jake has been fronting the most. It's because he's the strongest mentally and physically amongst the three. So, Jake has been cruel. Now he works more for khonshu, and kills people without a single drop of mercy.

Steven has been miserable, he never really talks anymore, when he fronts he gets drunk, he's just a messed up guy now.

But there you were, talking to khonshu in a small, dark, alley.

"Y/n" The tall god says. "What? Now you stalk your avatar exes?" You said. "Sorry, he didn't say anything about breaking up. But it is important to me that Marc does well and lately he hasn't. You promised to come back"

"And so does he, he promised to go home and ne an actual caring boyfriend for me, and its not even his fault. It's because of you! He can't even stay home for three days before you ask him to do your work, but that doesn't mean I stopped loving him! And as selfish as this sounds I hope he's feeling miserable because I've never felt so alone and so terrible! " You said wanting to leave. B

Suddenly, someone grabbed your wrist. "Oh funny! You're here! Did you set this up? " You looked at Marc, then khonshu. "I'll go now" The God says, disappearing into thin air.

"Are you guys besties now? Partner in crime? " You scoffed. "Y/n I'm sorry, please just listen"." Fine, I bet I won't even hear a thing anyways" You looked away.

"If you come back with me I'll stop working for him" Marc says, half begging, half demanding. "M-marc that's not fair, Steven loves this whole thing with Egyptian gods, Jake practically worships him, you can't just quit it"

"I can actually, if that means I can have you back just please" He begged. "Marc.. You swear you love me right? ", " Right", "that's all I need to know. Go back to khonshu, cause, you gotta love your self too and you, Steven, and Jake kinda love this job" You said.

"We-we kinda love this job but we love you! Please y/n" Marc cries, which was a rare thing. "I love you too, but I just can't, alright? We should just stay what we used to be before this chaotic thing and I know that wouldn't happens so no, we can't go back with each other.

You left, expecting miracle to happen,but, the world just got darker.

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yuna542 · 11 months

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Connected (OT8 x reader)

Part 14<-

Part 15

Pairing: Seungmin x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Warnings: 18+, Angst, Smut, Under 18 DNI!, Suggestive Themes, Swearing, Pet names, oral (f receiving), face sitting, handcuffs, dom!reader, choking

Word Count: 6.6k

Note: Here you go. A very very soft bdsm. Thought it would fit with Seungmin. Let me know what you think about it. I really hope you like this part. Comments, Likes and Reblogs are always a blessing! I’m always open for suggestions and requests.

On your first day of your new job as the personal manager of Stray Kids, you didn't expect to be standing in front of the man you made out with last night in a club. But it soon becomes clear that the Stray Kids don't just want you as their manager.

Will this passionate arrangement end your career?

The next few days didn't get any easier for Seungmin. While you were busy with meetings, one afternoon you saw him storm out of the studio. He didn't even raise his eyes and his face was petrified and covered with stress and anger, which was unusual for the loving and good-natured singer.

Puzzled, you joined Han and Chan in the studio to tell them when their next appointments were.

"What's wrong with Seungmin?", you asked as soon as you closed the door behind you.

Han was sitting on the couch, looking over Chan's shoulder at the screen where they were working on a song. Jeongin stood at the microphone, going over the verses on the sheet of paper in front of him.

It took a while before he noticed you and waved at you through the thick glass.

Han didn't hesitate to pull you into his arms and buried his face in your neck. His spicy cologne messed immediately with your self control.

"He had singing lessons and was unhappy with his vocals there, and here in the studio he was so tense that his voice then completely failed", he explained, running both hands under your shirt where he placed them firmly against your stomach. He was once again greedy, addicted to every touch he could get from you.

Once you were alone Jisung just couldn't keep his hands off your body.

"He wasn't bad. I think he's just way too hard on himself and the comeback stresses him out so much that he loses his nerves”, Chan said, giving Jeongin a thumbs up to start the next take.

His voice sounded incredible on the track and Chan also grinned enthusiastically when there was nothing left to improve.

"Very good, Innie. We're done", he said and Jeongin smiled in relief. He came out of the recording room and as soon as he was in front of the couch, he leaned down and gave you a sweet kiss on the lips before dropping down next to Jisung and you.

"Seungmin is a perfectionist. If he doesn't meet the hundred and ten percent he's set as his goal, he'll fall into a hole", Jeongin explained and took a water bottle from the floor and took a big sip.

You pulled your legs in and snuggled closer to Jisung's chest while he played with the edge of your bra under your shirt.

"Yes. He's always been like that. He's a control freak and when he loses control he beats himself up for days", Chan agreed.

You had noticed that too. Seungmin was also kind of possessive about things that were important to him and he seemed to think that he always had to be in control. Jeongin put a hand on your knee, which you took thoughtfully and played with the rings on his fingers in your lap.

"Isn't there a way to help him?", you pondered aloud, and Chan turned in his chair to look at you. He took off his headphones and it was obvious he had asked himself that question many times before.

"I think that once he manages to give up control, it would help him. It's probably what he wants all along but can't bring himself to do it."

You nodded slowly and intertwined your fingers with Jeongin's.

Jisung's hair tickled your neck as he brushed his lips hungry over your collarbone, and his fingers on your ribs finally made you relax. Chan turned back to his screen and tapped his thighs.

"Hannie you're up next!"

Directly he groaned loudly and closed his eyes on the crook of your neck.

"Why now, when Y/N is here?"

"You'll still see her all evening when we get home", Chan said with amusement. It was still unusual that you all would actually live together soon, and you kept forgetting it too. Secretly, you wondered if it would ever become normalcy for you to have the boys around all the time. For now, it was still too good to be true.

"Come on move it, Ji!", said Chan, and his tone was so dominant that you almost went to the microphone yourself. However, you could see his smile in the reflection of the screen.

"I'm afraid you'll have to play with Jeongin for a bit now...", Jisung cooed and turned your head until your lips hovered in front of his. He wasted no time in kissing you and as he did, his hands wandered under your shirt, lifting it a bit as he cupped your breasts, squeezing them and making you gasp against his lips.

Greedily he slid his tongue into your mouth and you both smiled into the kiss. You could feel his heartbeat against your back and would have loved to rip off his clothes here and now. When you were together, you could always think you were teenagers in heat who couldn't keep their hands off each other.

Jeongin elbowed Han in the side, making him finally let go of you.

"Come on! Otherwise we'll never get home!", he drove at him, and his cheeks had turned rosy as he had watched you making out without restraint.

Jisung chuckled at the Maknaes look and then got up to disappear into the recording room.

Sighing, you snuggled up to Jeongin and laid your head in his lap. With a gentle smile, he stroked his fingers through your hair, and so you listened to Han as he rapped his parts like it was the easiest thing in the world.

But the thoughts of Seungmin wouldn't let you go. You wanted him to feel better and the words of his members kept playing in your head.

Gradually, an idea began to crystallize as to how you could help him.

As soon as you got back to the dorm, you were enveloped by the smell of fresh Bibimbap. As if automatically, you all drifted to the kitchen where Minho was cooking for you.

"Finally you made it home! Took you long enough", he exclaimed, glancing over his shoulder at you as he handled pots and bowls.

"You cooked for us, my sweet jagi?", asked Han excitedly, picking up a bowl brimming with bibimbap, but not before gratefully placing a hand on Minho's shoulder and pressing a kiss to his cheek. He pulled himself to safety just in time before Minho lashed out and could hit him with the wooden spoon.

"I'm dying of hunger", Chan sighed, and there were already three empty bowls at the kitchen table.

"The others were here before you. But you're lucky. They left some."

Minho handed Chan a bowl next, while you were already sitting at the table, unable to take your eyes off Minho.

His hair shimmered like the shells of hazelnuts in the light and with the kitchen towel over his shoulder, while busy cooking he looked so outrageously hot that heat rose in your cheeks.

Chan handed you his bowl and waited for the next serving, which he passed to Jeongin before taking one of his own. Together you sat down at the table and ate in a comfortable silence.

There was something familiar about it, and you felt strangely at ease.

"This is so good", Jisung mumbled with his mouth full and his cheeks chubby. But he somehow managed to stuff even more into his cheeks.

Chan nodded in agreement and Jeongin shoveled almost all of it into his mouth in one go.

"Yeah. This is delicious!", you agreed, and finally your rumbling stomach gave rest.

Minho leaned back in his chair next to you and put an arm around your shoulders. He looked tired and stretched his back.

"I'm glad you at least like it."

"What do you mean?", directly returned Chan, glaring at him across the table. Jeongin and Jisung also stopped eating for a moment.

"Seungmin came rushing in and disappeared into his room without a word. He looked pretty beat up."

Chan pressed his lips together and Jisung continued to chew a little more concerned as well.

"I guess today hit him harder than I thought...", murmured Jeongin softly.

"Already in a few weeks our album will be released... He has to be in good conditions again by then", Chan said worriedly, already seeming to rack his brain on how to help him.

"Maybe I can try to talk to him...", you spoke up and the others looked at you thoughtfully.

"Yes. Maybe that's really a good idea", Minho said, and the rest nodded in agreement as well.

"You can definitely give it a try. He won't listen to us anyway", Jisung said, continuing to poke at his rice.

So you made your way to Seungmin's room as soon as you finished eating and knocked on it.

"Min it's me. Can I come in?"

Silence. Without further ado, you simply pushed down the door handle and slipped into the darkened room. Quietly Day6 played in the background, which made you smile. You discovered Seungmin lying on his stomach on his bed, his face buried under a pillow and still in the clothes he had worn to the studio.

Silently, you sat down next to him on the edge of the bed and let your eyes wander around the room.

It was plainer than Felix and Hyunjin's, and except for a few albums and records, there was nothing hanging on the walls. He was definitely the cleanest of the guys and while Han and Changbin's room was pure chaos, here everything was neat and tidy.

"Do you want to talk about it?", you asked carefully, watching his hands tighten on the mattress.

It took him a while to get his head out from under the pillow and rest his chin on the back of his hand. Just when you thought you should just leave because he didn't want your presence here, he began to speak:

"I sometimes think that Chan made a mistake when he chose me..."

He put his head to the side and looked at you properly for the first time that day. The sadness in his eyes put a lump in your throat as he continued to speak.

"Maybe he never should have put me in the band."

You furrowed your eyebrows and looked down into your lap in despair. That he had such strong self-doubt would be crushing to anyone who knew him and what a talented artist he was.

"What, are you seriously doubting Chan?", you asked, kneading your hands in your lap.

"No. I'm doubting myself. What if I'm not good enough after all? What if I'm just a burden to Stray Kids because I can't get anything done?"

He ran his hand over his face, and the stress he was putting on himself made his voice tremble.

"Stop it! Minnie you're not just extremely talented. What makes you is your extreme diligence and perfectionism. That's what makes you special. Your place is in this band and you are an damn good artist, through and through", you assured him emphatically. At that, you grabbed his hand and squeezed it lightly.

"It's so crushing. I always want to be better than good, to live up to this life that the fans give us..."

He looked at how your elegant fingers cupped his hand and somehow your words actually managed to get through to him a little. Even though he liked to block out what others told him because his own ambition didn't allow him to accept compliments, it was different when you said it.

It felt honest and wholehearted.

"But you don't do that by destroying yourself with self-doubt."

"It's just me. I'm just like that. I'm too dogged. I'd like to turn it off, but I don't know how..."

Thoughtfully, you watched him straighten up and sit next to you on the edge of the bed. As he did so, he didn't let go of your hand, but held it firmly in his lap with both hands and hung his head.

"What if you just let go of control for once? Let yourself fall...", you said quietly, stroking his leg with your bare leg.

His gaze wandered from your arms over your body, which showed seductively under the light shirt and shorts, that you slipped on after work. The shorts sat tight against your thighs and he admired how beautiful you looked even in casual clothes.

"How?"

The question floated weightlessly between you, while in his head the memory of your hands and mouth around his cock played restlessly. He had thought of it often the past few days when the chaos in his head threatened to overwhelm him.

You moved closer until your thigh was firmly against his and stroked your hand up his leg.

"I can show you how it's done", you breathed against his ear and brushed his jaw with your lips, making his heart skip a beat.

Your eyes met and he looked curious. Curious about you, your body, and everything that was going on in your head.

"Do you trust me?", you asked, looking him in the eye.

Without hesitation he nodded.

"Yes. Completely."

"Then let me take care of you, Minnie."

With those words, you climbed onto his lap and slid your hands under his shirt, pushing it up to spread kisses along his firm stomach. He exhaled a fluttering breath and his hands were immediately on your hips.

You licked a straight line up his stomach to his chest and he pulled his shirt over his head to toss it aside. Curious, you looked at his torso, its muscles working firm and defined under your fingers.

"Let me see your tits, doll", he murmured, running his hands up your sides with hungry eyes. With a tight smile, you pulled your shirt over your head and he unfastened your bra and pulled it off you as well. His hands stroked your belly and he was completely engrossed in the sight of your naked body.

His scent enveloped you like a warm blanket and reminded you of a soothing field full of lavender, freshly washed clothes and roses.

"So pretty...", he murmured to himself.

As if to take in every detail, he gently stroked your ribs, over your breasts, and took them both in his hands, where he circled your nipples with his thumbs.

"How in the hell you are so beautiful?", he whispered, also more to himself, and his hands continued to wander over your shoulder blades, up to your neck.

His gaze lifted as well, and as soon as your eyes met, you held your breath as you saw with how much adoration he looked at you. His hair fell into his eyes and he looked as if you had fallen from heaven directly onto his lap.

With both hands you grabbed his face and let your lips collide. You waited so long for this, that your heart pounded restless in your chest. He tasted like ripened strawberries and sweet rice. Like a dessert you couldn't pass up.

His tongue stroked your lower lip and you sighed into his mouth as he kneaded your breasts firmly once his tongue slipped into your mouth. He was trying to let you take control and even though he didn't think it would work, it felt more than good so far.

You pushed him back onto the bed with both hands on his chest until he was under you, and you licked dominantly into his mouth as you rolled your hips against his. He growled as he felt your cunt through the thin fabric of your shorts against his bulge and grabbed your hip to press it harder against his growing boner.

Breathing heavily, you detached yourself from him for a moment and brushed your hair out of your face.

It was relieving to see that his eyes had regained a bit of the energetic sparkle, and the way he lay beneath you like that, with tousled hair and a cute smile, made your heart pound.

"Do you really think you can do that, little toy? Take the upper hand and be dominant?", he asked challengingly, and you knew it was probably the first time for him not to be the dominant part in bed.

With one hand you pulled his head back by his hair to close the other around his neck and choke him a little to state your point.

"You shouldn't be so naughty and do what I say!", you started and the game was fun now. With wide eyes he stared at you in surprise, but he was even more surprised by the enormous stirring in his pants that you triggered with your determining manner.

You bent down to him again to kiss him. This time harder and with light pressure on his neck until you felt his growing length clearly under you.

A rasping gasp escaped him as you ran the hand that wasn't on his neck between you and palmed his hard cock through his pants.

"Want you so bad", he mumbled into your mouth.

"Want you to fuck me."

You grinned at his needy tone and gave some pressure to his length.

"Yeah I know. Not yet, baby boy. First I want you to eat me out like the good boy you are. Would you do that for me?"

"If you sit on my face..."

Your eyes met again and you paused for a moment.

"Are you sure?", you asked, and he nodded.

"I want you to ride my face. Give you full control."

You nodded curtly and he helped you get rid of your shorts and underpants. Then you climbed up to him and positioned yourself while holding onto the headboard. Your thighs were on each sides of his head and you hovered over his face, a bit apprehensive about placing your entire weight on him.

His hands stroked over your ass, down to your legs and while looking at your body from this position, his fingertips caressed your thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps on their path.

His face between your thighs was a sight that made everything inside you tingle. At first Seungmin lifted his head up to meet your dripping pussy. You didn't dare lean your weight on him for fear of hurting him. But the sight of your soaked pussy right in front of his face made him hungrier. Suddenly, there was a kiss being placed on your clit and a second later, he gripped your hips and sat you onto his face. The sudden contact, made you exhale sharply and his soft lips clouded your thoughts. Once your weight came down to his face, he moaned automatically into your pussy.

Seungmin looked right up at your body. He enjoyed how your breasts and stomach do cause a bit of an interference in his line of sight to your face and he had rarely seen anything as beautiful as your curves.

His tongue slid between your folds and he tasted your wet cunt like it was an expensive dish.

He sucked on your clit and would have loved to drown between your legs. You tasted better than anything he had experienced before and the sight of your quivering body above him made his length pulse painfully in his pants.

He didn't know if he preferred looking at the expression on your face or your body. Everything was inexplicably beautiful and engaging that he didn't dare look away while he worked your aching pussy with his mouth. His fingers dug into your flesh on both sides of your thick thighs, taking away your ability to move away from his face.

The tingling in your lower abdomen brought you the sudden urge to move your hips and when you did, you felt his nose bump into your core, just adding to the pleasure. Your movements on his face blew a fuse in his head. He almost came in his pants like that. Both of his hands immediately dug into your waist and began to rock your cunt against his face. Your one hand flew into his hair and pulled overwhelmingly while you tried to support yourself on the headboard with the other.

While his tongue slid inside you and played with you like you were made of butter, you couldn't suppress the sinful sounds anymore. He hit just the right spots and within seconds your brain was mush.

Your hand in his hair tightened as you wailed out broken cries. When the other kids heard that, they knew you must have helped him with more than just words.

He just couldn't bring himself to look away. Not when your back was arched beautifully and your lips formed a soundless O with every sound you let out. His tongue didn't let up either. His mouth was incessantly suctioned over your cunt, tongue flicking and rolling over your clit. The sight of Seungmin underneath you was honestly one of the sexiest things ever.

"Minnie... I'm gonna... God... I'm not gonna last long”, you somehow stuttered between your pornographic whimpering.

In response he growled something, but you only felt the vibration of his words right at your cunt and immediately your head fell back as you felt you walls beginning to quiver on his tongue.

He was drunk off your taste. He realized that he had discovered a new addiction. He could be smothered by your thighs all day if he could and you would let him. Your mouth dropped open into a silent scream as you grinded your hips down onto his lips, his tongue sliding over your pussy with more pressure.

The knot in your stomach formed in the blink of an eye and your body reacted faster than you could comprehend. You didn't manage to see the orgasm coming or even to anticipate it. Not with how he digged the tips of his fingers into your waist, leaving behind delicious bruises, yanking you down onto his expectant mouth. Your hips automatically rolled against his face from his guided movements and the world around you began to spin, due to the way he licked a broad, heavy swipe from your hole all the way to your clit. So many sensations hit you at once and you felt like you were in another world.

The way he groaned against you, throaty and also seduced by your charms, like you were a delicacy, made the sound vibrate right through your spine and into your head.

Before you could realize it, it was right there.

Your body took on a life of its own and chased the high down, rubbing and shifting yourself against his unrelenting tongue. He only needed one more stripe with his tongue and your orgasm bursted upon you with shattering delight, flaming with hot pleasure in your belly and blooming through you from there.

Your voice pitched even higher and he engraved your whining in his memory, having rarely heard anything more beautiful. Even though your high washed over you, he did not stop. Meanwhile your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you unwittingly grinded your hips further against his face.

His nose bumped perfectly on your clit, each moan of yours encouraging him to keep going. His chin and nose were by now shining from your wetness and he licked even deeper into you.

He felt your legs trembling next to his head, wanting to make the next climax even more violent.

"Ah... Min. S-shit Seungmin, please don't stop...", you moaned out and clawed harder into his hair to keep his head in place.

His name never sounded so good to him until he heard you moan it. He was so close to his own release just by the way your plush thighs squeezed at his head. It already hurt how hard he was, but he wanted to satisfy you and let you take the lead. This is exactly what turned him on in a way he never expected.

Stress was the last thing on his mind at the moment. All he could think about is how badly he wanted to fill up your cunt. It only took a few seconds and your body was seized by a climax that made you see stars. Stifled, you moaned his name like a mantra and he only let go of your pussy once he had licked it all clean, as if he didn't want to waste a drop.

Breathing heavily, you rolled off him and had to stare at the ceiling for a while until your vision cleared. Seungmin wiped his mouth with his shirt and watched with a smile as your breathing slowly calmed down.

"Fuck that was good...", you mumbled as soon as you had found your voice again.

You straightened up a bit and looked at him. He looked like a different person. His eyes shone with energy again and the typical carefree expression was back.

"I needed that...", he replied, running a hand through his thick hair.

Quickly, you put a hand to his chest and pushed him back onto the mattress.

"You didn't think I was done with you already, did you?", you asked teasingly, the corners of your mouth lifting at his confused look. Before he could answer, you put your lips to his and kissed him intensely until he grabbed your hips and pulled you back on top of him.

Quickly you unzipped his pants and he shook off his underpants in relief as well. His cock stood up accusing and red from all the tension. You elicited a gasp from him as you took his length in your hand and pumped a few times. You kissed along his jawline and smiled as you noticed him trying to get any control over you with his hands out of habit.

You ran your thumb over his tip and spread the precum on it. His thighs twitched desperately and he was sure he was going to go crazy if he didn't feel your pussy around his cock soon.

You were playing with him and he knew it.

"I want to fuck your tight little pussy...", he panted impatiently and reached for your ass, kneading your soft flesh between his fingers.

You teased him further by spreading wet kisses on his neck and pumping his cock too slowly to get a release.

"Have you already forgotten that you're not the one in control, Min?", you asked mockingly, biting his earlobe, making him shiver.

By now he was looking at you with begging eyes like a puppy and you would have loved to give in. You would have loved to be used by him again so he could pound into your pussy until you couldn't walk anymore.

But you tried to show him how he could give up control.

Teach him a lesson and maybe a little payback for abusing your mouth without consideration while at work.

"You may fuck me and come inside me. There's only one rule," you began with a sweet smile and he buckled his hips into your hand to finally get some more friction. But you didn't give him that.

"What?", he asked desperately, unable to stop watching your hands move around his throbbing cock.

"You can't touch me.... Do you think you can do that? Give up control completely for once?", you asked with a gleeful undertone and he stared at you in torment and at the same time with a newly kindled fire in his eyes.

He nodded vehemently and that was enough for you.

"Good boy. Don't make me punish you if you don't do as I said."

It was a seductive warning and he nearly bursted as he took his hands off your ass and pressed them down on the mattress beside him. Wide-eyed, he watched you as you placed his cock at your entrance and slowly sank down on it.

He stretched your walls just right and it took you a few seconds to get used to his length. You started moving up and down on his cock. His eyelids fluttered as soon as you began to move on top of him and at the first thrust of your hips, a naughty moan escaped him that he had never heard from himself before. Your hands were on his chest, while you moaned as you rocked your hips.

His eyes rolled back and a stifled gasp escaped him as your warm cunt swallowed him whole.

Immediately, he started snapping his hips into you and with each time your hips rolled against his, your surroundings faded more into the background.

"Fuck... fuck... God, you're crushing me”, he cursed, trying to claw his hands into the sheets to keep from grabbing your bouncing breasts. As much as you would have loved him on top, there was something sexy about having him under you, letting you take control.

It was almost impossible not to touch you as you bounced up and down on his cock and as soon as he felt your fingernails drilled into his chest his hands shot to your hips to press them hard down on his cock.

Quickly you grabbed his wrists and pressed them over his head. Only when his cock slipped completely out of you did he realize his mistake. Desperate for more, he wiggled his hips into you, as if he could restore friction that way.

"What did I say, Min? No touching!"

Your piercing eyes and the sweat on your face made you look like a queen and he could only stare needy.

"I think I need something to make you listen to me."

You looked around the room to find anything that would help you and that's when he breathlessly spoke up.

"Drawer."

Questioningly, you looked down at him and had to grin. He was a pussydrunk mess. His hair was stuck in his forehead and his mouth was open from panting so hard. You pulled open the drawer in his nightstand and pulled out something heavy that lay cold in your hand.

"Actually, I was going to use these on you", he muttered, smiling in amusement as you looked at the handcuffs.

"Not today. But that will help", you said, letting the rings around his wrists snap shut. That way he couldn't move his hands above his head either and was completely at your mercy.

"Is this the payback for me fucking your mouth last week?", he asked, his voice raspy from the bliss his head was floating in.

"Maybe," you replied, lining up his cock again until it had disappeared balls deep inside you.

Directly the handcuffs jingled above his head as his arms jerked and his biceps tensed deliciously while he somehow tried to regain control over the situation. But relatively quickly he realized how his entire body was on fire just because he couldn't direct and control you.

With each thrust, your pussy made wet noises around his dick and he breathed heavily.

He wouldn't last long, that was for sure.

The cool metal of the cuffs dug into his skin, leaving a pleasant ache as you used his cock to satisfy yourself and move on to the next climax. He was moaning your name before he even realized it himself, and the way he broke completely under your influence was really cute.

"You like that, don't you, baby boy? I can make your stress go away anytime you want," you cooed, not slowing down in speed.

He only whimpered through clenched teeth as the sound of skin slapping against each other filled the room. You closed a hand around his neck and squeezed until you felt his dick inside you twitching.

"I've tried many times", he gasped, humping his hips harder into you.

"Reliving your stress?"

"Yes, I..."

His face burned with heat, mouth dry as he tried to swallow, to loosen his tongue. But the hand around his neck swirled a whole new set of feelings inside him, and all he could do was watch his dick enter and exit you.

"I touched myself."

"What did you think about?"

You felt your walls tighten and you were about to come for the third time. Seungmin's hips also twitched uncontrollably.

"Thought about... 'bout you."

His words choked halfway through as your two highs built like a tsunami.

"Tell me what you've been fantasizing, Min," you moaned, letting his dick slam into you as deep as you could. His fingers tightened and clawed painfully into the sheets right above his head, and the world around him faded into glaring white light.

"Fucking you. Tying you up and thrusting into your sweet cunt until you cry and scream my name..."

That was enough to push you over the top. Your third orgasm made every one of your muscles spasm and you moaned his name so loudly that even the block next door could hear it. Your hand unconsciously choked him harder, making him gasp for air.

That was the last straw for Seungmin as well. Your walls tightened around him and milked him dry until he couldn't even form a word anymore. He shot his load into you and you savored your highs to the last second, rolling your hips slowly and emphatically against his a few more times.

It was filthy, the way your juices mixed with his cum were sticking and leaking down his balls with each bounce. You both breathed loudly and as you slowly came down from your dazed state, you collapsed on top of his body.

With your ear to his chest you listened to his heartbeat and how it slowly calmed down again parallel to yours.

After quite a while, he stirred again:

"Do you mind setting me free?"

You had completely forgotten about that. With a giggle, you straightened up and climbed off of him to look in the drawer.

"There's no key, Minnie", you muttered in amazement, looking at him. When realization hit him, he sat up and groaned in annoyance.

"Shit... Fucking Han must have took it."

"Why does Jisung have the key to your handcuffs?", you asked incredulously, helping him clean himself and yourself up with the tissues on his nightstand.

"You're still asking? You know Jisung. He and Hyunjin stole them to annoy me...", he said, trying to get the handcuffs open with sheer strength, but it wasn't possible. You couldn't hold back the laughter anymore, even if Seungmin found it less funny. You had to put a hand in front of your mouth, to muffle your chuckles.

"I'll go get them”, you said, slipping back into your clothes.

"Shit... This is going to be awkward. These idiots”, you heard him grumble as you disappeared through the door. In the living room, you found Han, Hyunjin, and Minho in front of the TV, watching a horror movie.

"Finished already?", asked Minho sarcastically and you just stuck your tongue out at him.

"If Seungmin is still tense now, no one can help him," Jisung said and that confirmed your assumption that they probably had heard some things.

"Shut up! I need the key!"

Questioningly, they all looked at you and Minho stopped the movie.

"What kind of key?"

"For the handcuffs."

It took a few seconds and you could see exactly how Jisung's face lit up when he realized what you meant.

"But you're not wearing handcuffs...", said Hyunjin loudly, and that's when Minho facepalmed a hand to his forehead. With a loud snort, Jisung slapped the couch as he understood the situation and cackled like crazy.

"What, I don't get it?", Hyunjin muttered as Han held his stomach laughing and fell against Minho, who also giggled loudly.

"Seungmin's stuck in his own handcuffs!", shouted Jisung, clapping his hands in disbelief. Now Hyunjin realized it too and joined in the laughter.

You just crossed your arms and waited until they calmed down.

Han wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and managed to sit up a bit, but he still giggled like a child.

“Ji I swear to god! If you don’t tell me…”, you warned, but he cut you off, by holding both his hands up in defence.

"Okay. Okay... The key is in the bathroom behind the towels."

Immediately you turned around and could hear the laughter even in the bathroom.

As soon as you released Seungmin, you wanted to apologise, but he pulled you to him and kissed you so quickly that you let out a startled breath.

His hands stroked through your hair and held your face as he kissed you with so much passion that you lost your balance. But he held you tight and murmured against your lips, with his forehead pressed against yours:

"Thank you. You really helped me a lot."

A warm feeling flooded your chest and you wrapped your arms around his neck to reunite your lips with his.

"Stay with me for tonight! We don’t have to do anything. I just want you to myself as long as possible.”

You looked at him with a broad smile and nodded flustered.

"Yes. Okay."

Your room wasn't ready yet and your new bed still couldn't be delivered, so you originally thought, you would stay at your old apartment tonight. But Seungmin had other plans, when he pulled you with him onto his bed and showered you with kisses. Not a single thought wasted on his doubts and fears.

You snuggled up together under the covers, watched really bad romance movies, and made fun of the characters and the bad acting. In a quiet second he realized how long he hadn't felt so free and careless.

All his bad thoughts that had strangled him vanished the second you looked at him and he didn't even noticed it. He watched you unobtrusively and felt such deep gratitude for your very presence in his life that he was sure he would give you anything he could and even more. You only had to ask and he would turn the world upside down just to see you smile.

Now, for the first time, he completely understood his members when they talked about you making the band complete.

But he would never have said all that out loud. Instead he made fun of you when a single tear flowed down your cheek because of the surprising sad ending of that terrible movie and laughed at your pouty lips, when you tried to push him off the bed as revenge.

->Part 16

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sayfuura · 8 months

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𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬

The fanfic has been translated decently by @isayidkalot :D

Sweet boys~

Lyney and you decided to do the do, after all you two had been boyfriends for months now and we're curious about it, however both were virgin, the type of virgin that never really discovered what liked because of the fear to touch yourself in different places and discover new things.

Now behind some large, but not so discreet boxes, you and Lyney were making out kissing in a obscene demeanor for two virgin boys, Lyney sucked your lips roughly then biting it pulling it making you release a satisfied groan, their bodies despite being dressed rubbed in each other fervently, both tried to feel at ease grinding their dressed cock in each other, it was obviously not helping much.

"take off your pants and underwear and I take off mine as well" he said drifting off, his face red while he hold his short waiting you to do the same.

"but what if someone see us?" Holding your how trousers you ask shyly looking at your how

painful erection.

"no one is gonna see us if we do it quickly" both of you take off the piece of clothing at same time, that shouldn't be done fast in a random place like this, but what else to expect from two desperate virgins.

You curiously look at his dick it was beautiful with 14 centimeters his pink tip gooey with dripping precum. He also looked at yours with curiosity, like he never saw a penis in his life, you find yourself curious to touch his since you never touched a dick that wasn't your own

"come closer, I touch yours and you touch mine" he pull your hips closer to his own sensitive and hard cocks touching each other, with his warm touch against your dick you let out a shy mutter. Lyney's hands just like yours touch each other cock, messy at first because the lack of experience and the fear of being caught in such a shameful situation, after all anyone could walk in.

With both hands you spread the dripping cum, Lyney shiver gripping your dick harder making both of you moan and fuck each other's hands, Lyney toyed with your little balls making you let out keen cries as a comeback you teased him drawing your finger in his tip while your other hand hold his base making Lyney throw his hips upwards.

You two kissed still, sloppy sucking and entrancing tongues.

"I want to put in your ass" he whisper low like a secret stoping the handjob and looking at you with despair. You stop to tink about it.

"if it hurts... you will stop, right?" You ask innocently.

"yes, it's gonna be good..."

You turn back to him still nervous, you look at the huge boxes in front of you bending down a bit to support yourself feeling Lyney pull your hips back suspending your ass upwards so he could get a good view, you hide your face on your arms, Lyney open up your beautiful ass making you even more embarrassed.

"Oh... that is so obscene, your hole is pulsating"

"Stop looking!"

You feel the need to cover yourself but Lyney is quick to hold you in the same position.

"I'm... I'm going in" you tighten your grip in the boxes closing your eyes when you feel something wet poking your entrance small and virgin. Breathing out you feel him going in and filling your hole, Lyney let out a trembling groan holding your hips harder, your hole tightened his penis making it pulsate inside you, however you also felt a burning kind of pain making you mewl and contort in uncomfort.

"Ah... that is so good little mouse" he said muffling the keen noises on his throat.

"that is weird Lyney... it's burning I don't like it, take it out!" You said shaking trying to back down your ass from Lyney's penis that kept you hold still.

"you need to be patient it's gonna get better when I move."

"no it isn't... that is just weird... and painful"

Lyney seeing that his crybaby boyfriend won't stop complain held his cock hopeless and and get positioned behind him observing his penis inside [your name] beautiful ass. Starting to move hips Lyney felt like heaven, closing his eyes enjoying the pleasure of that hole, he hear his boyfriend whine with his dick being stimulated again, with Lyney's other hand he pull and rub your nipples feeling you contort in his hands.

"Lyney... Ahh... back down a little! It's touching a weird place- Ah...!"

He heard [your name] whine, but his senses were acting weird Lyney was like an animal in heat, keeping pushing deep, his body was burning horny.

"must be your uterus..."

"I don't... have a uterus"

"I wish you had so I could knock you up Ah... give me a baby" you felt your eyes turn up in pleasure feeling your boyfriend's penis touching your prostate, while masturbating you with strokes, your hand got behind you being held by Lyney, you needed him to uphold or else you'd fall, his balls collided in your ass making a loud noise of skin smacking each other, anyone passing by could hear.

"more... more!"

You didn't care about your voice tone anymore your only wish was to get hit in that spot again, the pain of the first time was inferior compared to the pleasure felt.

All of sudden you fell Lyney stop, making you shake barely cry in frustration, looking behind you see him breathing tired with his dick inside you.

"let's continue on the floor, you in my lap" he said leaving you empty, you observe Lyney's red penis still hard begging for release, Lyney sit on the floor and you sit in his tights.

Lyney lift you only to fit his erection on your needy hole. "Like that I can see your face and suck your nipples"

Lyney hold your body with his arms going back at fuck you, but now biting and sucking your erectile nipples, you feeling his penis touch your prostate begin to bounce and rub trying to get your own orgasm, hugging Lyney's head while he bite your nipple you are back to moan like a dick lover hoe, a prostitute would envy how you moan needy and whimpering, that was not your fault you never felt such a pleasure and lashed out gripping into something and moaning loud.

Lyney toy with your hole pressing a finger inside widening you while still fuckin you, loving how you whine and rubbed against him desperately.

"hey, my beautiful mice..Ah..a..I think... I'll!"

"Yes, yes me too, god, keep it up!"

Hugging you strongly Lyney fuck you like a animal in heat, calling you needy.

"Lyney... Lyney make me pregnant, I want to be knocked up by you!"

"So good [name] your ass tighten is so good!"

You feel like exploding in bliss still rubbing against him and his abdomen your tongue stick outside your mouth your trembling legs hugging Lyney's thin hips while he look so fucked as you you feel his cock deep inside your ass hole making everything gooey and messy a bit of his semen dripping outside, Lyney hold your butt squeezing your cheeks like an anti-stress ball.

"I want a kiss [name]

He ask looking at you with needy eyes, you are equally needy kissing him in a hug, both bodies hot breathing hard and tired.

Both of you barely know how to safely do sex but we're happy to reach the peak together.

"let's fuck more later, I want it again, since no one heard us let's do here again!"

You agree breathless hiding your face on his sweaty neck.

"You talk to much Lyney."

Both of you hear Lynette talking behind the boxes and then leaving, making you blush red and Lyney ashamed.

#genshin imagines #x male reader #male reader smut #lyney #gay #genshin impact #male reader #sub male reader

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hotchfiles · 4 months

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passenger seat.

pairing: seth cohen x fem!reader.

summary: you try so hard to help your best friend seth recover from his broken heart you forget about yours

content warnings: underage drinking, mentions of sex and drunk sex. the timeline is like... beginning of season 2, when seth comes back and finds out summer is dating zach. yes i'm gonna work on a part 2 i'm not that mean.

word count: 1,8k

summer summer summer summer, it's honestly annoying how seth can not seem to be able to talk about anything else anymore. and sure it has been like that since you were children, but since he was able to catch a glimpse of what dating her would be like and then lost it, well, he was down right impossible to be around.

"cohen, you're getting out of this bed right now, and you're getting some good music in your brain." you pull the cozy blankets from him with full strength while he tried to fight for it.

"first of all, my brain is always full of good music. and second of all, my summer is gone, my sun, all i have right now is the cold of winter and the solitude of being single, leave me in the warmth of my bed, please." you rolled your eyes and actually felt like you could reach enough to see your brain, his antics were usually amusing but summer summer summer, you almost felt like warming up his face with a punch, but instead you took a deep breath, let go of the blankets and got closer to him, taking advantage of the element of surprise and pushing him out of his bed.

"i have concert tickets, whiny baby, and suuummeeer won't get back to you ever if you look that lame." that sparks his interest, you can see, and you're left to pretend it doesn't sting just a tiny bit, what matters is that he gets up and gathers some nice clothes before heading to his shower.

"you're mean today, stop hanging out with ryan." he yells from a distance, probably hoping it won't give you enough time for a snarky comeback. obviously, he was wrong about that assumption, you both grew up together, you could almost predict what he would say already, you were always with a reply on the back of your mind.

"we're taking turns so you stop being an ugly crying whiny mess."

"oh... that's why we took a cab." you stare back at him hoping he won't open his big mouth as the bartender serves the several, several shots of tequila you ordered using the not so good fake i.d you handed him. although orange county wasn't the best at keeping minors away from alcohol (beachy city full of rich kids) you still didn't want your plans to be ruined at the very beginning of the night.

"seth, i'm getting you hammered so you feel better for a night, and i don't hate you for a night." he seems concerned for a second, but knows you well enough not to argue, just as much as he can be annoying with his longass monologues, so can you, and you're not afraid to use violence if needed, misogyny needs to come in handy somehow, and not having your best friend fight you back has got to be it.

you slide his half of the shots towards him and start quickly gulping yours, only half way in reality sets that maybe, maybe, that was not your best idea. but by then seth was also doing his own shots and laughing as the tequila burnt his throat, his nose and lips twisting around each time. you hear screams and realize the band is probably beginning the set, so you get your beer and give one to seth, and he makes a comment about how you weren't kidding about getting him hammered, but you almost can't hear him as you pull him by the shirt running so you both can get a reasonably good spot.

cohen was a death cab for cutie fan, you knew it, everyone knew it, and if there were any concerts, meetings, or if you had their addressees, you would've chosen them for tonight, but coldplay was all you could get last minute to get your curly haired boy out of his fortress of solitude at least for one night.

you both enjoyed some indie rock music so the concert was fun from the start, especially with the alcohol that went straight to your brain as company to the songs that made your body move ever so slightly. seth obviously didn't dance, he made it quite the point not to, "this is music to enjoy, not to dance, don't disgrace us like that" he says in between laughter and hiccups, giving his beer a tiny sip only because honestly he can not stand the smell of alcohol anymore.

"stop being such a looooser, dance with me!" you took the bottle from his hand and threw it along with yours on the nearest bin, leading his hands to your waist. this isn't weird. you don't think it's weird, but weirdly, seth doesn't think it's weird either. you're more than thirty minutes into the concert and it's not a slow song at all, don't panic roars from the stage and from the audience, you both try to keep up to the rhythm, guiding him to twirl you around and showing him a two step easy peasy dance to follow.

seth almost falls down, you both laugh uncontrollably, he's way too drunk for this, you're way too drunk for this, his hands go back comfortably to your waist, as if it was a rooted reaction already, you felt your stomach turn as the music notes changed and you knew what song was coming. you looked up and seth was already looking at you, his beautiful brown eyes staring at yours like he had just discovered something new.

he wanted to kiss you, he really did, was that weird? was that bad? maybe he was too much in his head, and maybe he was too drunk, but he was single and you looked at him like that and you were oh so beautiful and trying so hard to make him smile and maybe he shouldn't because he was still hooked on summer—but was he really? the more he looks at you, and the more you don't look away, the more he thinks that maybe this is just how things are supposed to be.

and he didn't even notice what song was playing, too busy paying attention to your breathing, only when your drunken self decided that for some reason this was the time to confess, if anything, you could just play it off as if you were just singing along to shiver "you know how much i need you, but you never even see me." and before you can hide your eyes and glue them to your feet, seth pulls you by your neck for a sloppy drunken kiss, your hands grab his shirt but you waste no time and kiss him back.

both of you couldn't even wait for the concert to end, leaving and getting into the nearest cab you could find as soon as you can let go of each other for air. his address at the tip of your tongue not mattering how drunk you were.

you get into the mansion tripping around as you try to kiss each other, not make a sound that could wake his parents, and also find his room, and when you do you almost fall on your ass due to his goddamn skateboard being right in front of his bed, you end up laughing out loud, but seth closes the door before anyone can hear it.

"i'm starting to think your parents won't like me sleeping over." guilt starts creeping in and you're not even sure why, like you're doing something bad, something that won't be approved of, your best friend looks at you with a warm gentle smile, pulling you to him by your hand and having you sit on his lap as he's on the edge of his bed, both of your legs on each of his sides, your arms go to his neck.

"my parents love you, they probably love you more than they love me. ryan loves you more than he loves me." an overreaction, that's what that is, and you know it, very dramatic that boy, but it gets you giggling and you lean in for a tender, long kiss. but a question pops your mind and you stop it, you're not sure if it's the time to ask it, you might be ruining your only chance to have seth.

but you have to.

"i know that. the real question is... do you?" your teeth nervously gnaw on your bottom lip, and seth knows he loves you, he would never hesitate on that, so it's easy for him to get you close and touch your forehead with his, even if he doesn't know right now if it's the love you're looking for, he knows right now he wants to be with you, so it must be right.

"of course, dumbo." you roll your eyes and push him till his back hits his bed, continuing what you two had started and leaving sloppy kisses to his neck as your hands found themselves under his shirt, your hips purposely taking advantage of your position and grinding slowly down his crotch, you imagined it would be easy to get seth moaning but you didn't think it would be that easy. you loved it.

you were both horny drunk teens, it took minutes for your clothes to be on the ground and for seth to be inside of you, your legs surrounding his waist and your fingers pulling on his hair. and it isn't weird, it's familiar, it's hot, it's sensual without the need to pretend to be anything else. it's the best you've ever had simply by how connected you feel to seth.

you sleep into his arms, feeling his scent and you're afraid this is a dream you're soon to wake up from.

you do panic when you wake up at 5am, not feeling like facing the rest of the cohens after what you did to their precious son, seth was still sleeping like a beautiful baby and you wouldn't wake him up, you hoped he wouldn't be mad at you for leaving without saying goodbye, but you brush your lips against his before sneaking out and you feel like the world is about three times brighter.

that is, until 8am. you took a nap in your own bed to at least pretend you were home during the night, and woke up to seth's texts after he woke up.

cohen: i rmbr coldplay cohen: i rmbr tequila cohen: nd i rmbr laughing a lot cohen: so even tho i might die of a hangover, thx cohen: might txt summer yellow lyrics dont stop me

the lightweight bastard had forgotten everything, everything that made your night special. and went right back to summer talking, maybe you should've just punched him the first time you thought about it.

#the oc fanfiction #the oc fics #the o.c. fics #seth cohen x reader #seth cohen x you #seth cohen x y/n #at this point im just a nerd collector

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jina1028 · 1 month

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Safe Place

Park Jisung x fem!reader

Categories: idol Jisung, older reader (mention of 'noona' once), kissing, making out, marking, oral (m rec), unprotected sex (don't do it irl), creampie, cuddling, really slight dom/sub dynamics (?)

A.N. reader being older is not essential to the plot (what plot?), so if you want just ignore it since it's just randomly mentioned once.

To me the term 'noona' is just a nice way for a younger man to address a woman they're comfortable with, there's no sexual connotation and in this case is justified by the fact the story takes place in Korea. I just thought Jisung would feel nice having someone older to take care of him, hence the little mention.

Plus I'd like older readers to feel more included just adding that little word, if you're uncomfortable or doesn't apply to you just change it with 'y/n' I guess.

Note that english is not my first language.

Enjoy~

~♡~

Your phone suddenly made a dinging sound, letting you know you received a message, making you stop on your tracks while you got up from the sofa to get some water. The sound repeated a couple times. You let out a sigh before reading the name of the person who interrupted your plans and opened the message with newfound interest:

Jisung P.

'Y/n'

'Are you free right now?'

'If you're busy it's ok, I don't want to disturb'

You smiled, you found him so cute when he sent those shy messages, imagining him gnawing on his lips while staring at his phone screen, instant regret on his features thinking he's somehow annoying you, even though you reassured him before that he can message you whenever.

You start typing, unknowingly making him jolt with surprise and apprehension when he sees the dots on his screen.

You

'I'm free'

'Wanna come over?'

Jisung P.

'Can I?'

'I'll just make a quick stop at the dorm to wash up'

You

'Sure, let me know when you're downstairs'

He sent you a little thumbs up emoji and you started to make yourself as pretty as possible. When Jisung asked for your attention it meant he needed to be taken care of, and those times you wanted to spoil him by looking the best for him. So you put on some cute, soft make up and wore your lilac, lacey lingerie, then hid it under some simple sweats and t-shirt to surprise him more when you would strip.

In an hour he was at your door, you let him in examining his tall figure, hiding his face under a black mask and hoodie, dark hair almost covering his eyes.

You greeted him "Jisung! Everything ok coming here? No one followed you, right?"

"Yeah, there were a couple of sasaeng outside the company building but they couldn't follow me much in the traffic, we're good."

You led him to the sofa, letting him sit down while he yanked his mask off and let his head rest on the cushions on the back, exhaling a nervous breath. You brought some water and snacks and sat down on the other side of the sofa facing him.

"What were you doing before coming? Did something happen? You seem nervous."

"Do I?" he chuckled "I was at dance practice. It was stressful, I had a little argument about some moves and changes in the choreo. I'm not satisfied, the comeback is approaching and I feel like where we're at right now is not enough, I don't know..."

He started telling you about his concerns and you let him talk, quietly listening and occasionally humming letting him know you were paying attention.

"Sorry, I guess I'm just rambling, didn't mean to bother you" he interrupted his monologue, looking over at you with apologetic eyes.

"No, it's fine, I like when you open up to me! You know you can tell me anything, I'm not the type of person to judge."

He smiled at you, soon breaking eye contact and sheepishly thanking you.

After a moment of silence you scooted closer to him, the movement making him shift his attention from the palms of his hands to your face, unconciously looking at your lips, then back to your eyes when he caught himself staring.

"Jisung, why, of all people, did you call me so urgently tonight? Tell me."

The boy fidgeted with his hands, biting a little on his lower lip while you rested your hand on his shoulder.

"I missed you... I need you."

You closed the distance between your faces until your lips slightly brushed. You wanted to test how much he was desperate this time: enough to ignore his own shyness and press his round lips to yours with an almost inaudible whine.

Your hands flew to his hair, making a mess of it with your fingers stroking and pulling his locks, while his large ones grasped your waist. Your teeth pulled on his bottom lip and a swipe of your tongue soothed it while Jisung eagerly opened his mouth to chase it with his own, tangling them, wet sounds filling your ears.

You pushed him against the back of the sofa to straddle him, experimentally rolling your hips once on his lap, earning a small groan and feeling his member getting hard against your crotch. You started rolling, picking up a slow, comfortable rhythm. His hands grabbing at whatever he could to try and ground himself, while your lips left his mouth to place wet kisses along his jaw and his throat and neck, nibbling at his side when he let out a low moan.

"Stop it-" he was interrupted by his own gasp "you'll leave a mark like that" he struggled to end his sentence between soft hisses and gasps.

"Just tell your stylists to put make up or a band-aid on it" you replied making him snort.

"That's what I told them last time, had to tell everyone I had a bruise."

You suckled some more before gliding your tongue on the purplish mark you just made.

"Well, technically that wasn't a lie."

You detached from his neck to admire the state he was in and you almost purred at the sight: disheveled hair, glossy half lidded eyes, wet, pink, puffy lips, a soft shade of pink dusting his cheeks and a darker one on the left side of his neck.

You took a mental pic. "So pretty" you complimented, making him smile and blush more.

You smiled back and took the opportunity of this little break to get up and take his hand to guide him to your room. You pushed him down on the mattress.

"Let's get rid of some clothes" you suggested, standing in front of him, slowly raising your t-shirt to reveal your lilac bra, watching his reaction as he seemingly stopped breathing. He only let out his breath when you finally removed your pants as well.

You smirked "I'm not getting on the bed until you strip down too" arms crossed as you watch him scurry to satisfy your simple request, your eyes traveling on his slim body, reaching him and stopping his hands when they came to his boxers.

You gently pushed him to sit in the middle of the bed and slid his boxers down yourself while he timidly rised his hips to help you.

"Now relax, baby, leave everything to me."

Jisung whined at the use of that little nickname and let his head plop on the pillow, closing his eyes, waiting for your next move, for you to take care of him.

You reached up to his lips for a chaste kiss, leaving a trail down his neck, chest, stomach, feeling every rise and fall of his breath, every tremble and shiver, every little gasp until you reached his erection, stiff against his stomach, so big it reached his navel.

You grazed it with your fingers, tracing every vein up and down a few times, savoring his little hisses every time you reached the underside of his tip, swollen and red, and finally circled it with your fist, not being able to close your fingers around it because of the size.

You started stroking it slowly and languidly, paying attention to every little reaction, then you approached with your mouth, lightly fanning your hot breath over it and observing the way he shivered at the sensation, soon taking a lick on the tip to elicit a moan out of him.

You loved to hear his voice, you found it so sexy, so you used every tactic you knew to make him produce any sounds, his voice going straight from your ears to your pussy every time.

You started a nice pace, licking and sucking, taking as much as you could in your mouth, slowly bobbing your head, circling what you couldn't reach with your hand and building up the rhythm based on his reactions.

You tried your best to keep your pace and look up at him, he was too pretty like this, face blushing, eyes squeezed shut, nose occasionally scrunching, so cute, lips parted, red, swollen from all the kissing and his own biting, letting out the most beautiful sounds, his shyness even now urging him to keep quiet but failing for the most part. And the dark mark you painted on his neck.

You kept sucking and pumping, tasting his salty precum, oozing out of the tip with every suck and every twist of your fist.

You could tell he was close when he started slightly humping his hips to meet your mouth, a hand snaking at the back of your head, resting in your hair, still not wanting to hurt you by forcing you on him despite you devouring him like a starved woman. So polite.

With a last suck you popped his cock out of your mouth, a whine leaving his own.

"Not yet, baby" you gently warned him, you were still not over. You climbed up his legs and straddled him once again, stroking your still clothed pussy on his length, the drenched fabric of your lace panties adding to the sensation.

Jisung's hands flew to your hips, helping you rub your clit on his shaft, his eyes wandering from your face, to your nipples peaking through your bra, to his cock appearing and disappearing beneath your swollen pussy, back up to your eyes again.

"Y/n, please, I'm close."

"Alright, hold on a little bit more, mh?" you caressed his cheek. With one hand you moved your panties to the side and with the other you spread his precum on his cock to lubricate it and aligned his tip with your hole to slowly sink down, biting your lips at the stretch. After a few moments of stillness and heavy breathing filling the room you started rocking your hips on his, wet sounds and low moans and grunts bringing you slowly but inevitably to your orgasm.

Your clenching signaled him you were close so he grabbed your hips and started pistoning up into you, hitting your sweet spot hard with each thrust, eliciting choked moans and little squeals from you.

Jisung was so lost in the feeling of your wet, hot pussy engulfing him, squeezing him, swallowing him, that he lost it the moment you reached your high with a whine and without a single thought in his head he came hard, spilling his hot, white seed inside of your clenching pussy. He kept shallowly rolling his hips in yours as he came down, little moans and gasps finding their way to your ears. He was ecstatic.

You kissed him slowly and finally you both stilled, then it hit him: this was the first time he came inside of you, the first creampie in general, actually. Wasn't this supposed to be something really intimate? Did you expect him to pull out like the other times? He guessed so, what if you got angry? Was he worthy, for you, of cumming in your pussy? He just knew he loved it and the possessive feeling that came with it, he was yours and viceversa.

He finally voiced his worries, "Noona, I'm sorry, I didn't warn you" his voice was low, his eyes looking up at yours with knitted eyebrows, silently pleading for you to not turn away from him for his mistake, as much as he would've liked to do it again and again.

You smiled, reassuring him, "Jisung, if I didn't want you to come inside I would've told you to wear a condom, right? Come here" you said softly, inviting him in your arms. Jisung slid his hands around your waist and used his weight to push you on your back, resting his head on your chest, inhaling deeply the sweet, fruity scent of your perfume mixed with your own. You started stroking his soft hair, relishing the feeling of his big hands pressing on your back, his breath on your skin, his lashes tickling you while his eyes fluttered shut.

"Stop worrying when you're with me, you know I'm your safe place."

Jisung already started dozing off listening to your heartbeat, but still managed to say one more thing before letting your soothing caresses lull him to sleep:

"I know."

#kpop smut #nct dream smut #park jisung smut #park jisung x reader #smut #fanfic #jisung x reader

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svaints · 3 months

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May I request something small for Rollo giving kisses that gradually turn to hungry ones?

I'm hyperventilating...🎀

𝕽𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔 𝕱𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖒𝖊 | 𝖓𝖘𝖋𝖜

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫: 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐏𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐓𝐨𝐩!𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨 × 𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐃𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐀𝐮𝐜𝐮𝐧! (𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞)

"Quit moving away, I'm not done with you yet." He spoke with heavy pants while his hand moved to the back of my head and kissed me again, his body pressing mine against the counter...my head feeling light headed, I'm surprised with how much stamina he has to keep going..

We weren't doing much but studying for final exams and everyone was stressed out, overwhelmed with the idea of not passing especially since our scores were going to be sent to our future universities we're planning to attend to.

"Wake up." I hear as I open my eyes feeling my shoulder being nudged on until he sees I'm awake. "This wouldn't happen if you slept your hours y'know." As much as I wanted to comeback with something, an excuse, I couldn't because he was right. I had stayed up reading a few...."books" until 3 am.

"We've been studying for three hours could we not get a break?" My head continued to lay on my arms while he thought about it, his gaze down to meet mine and then the papers on the table with our study guides. He sighed closing his eyes, "I suppose. We'll study again in 15 mins." Rollo softened a bit trying to be less tense and worried but he couldn't. He was a perfect A+ student passing effortlessly but this test determined his entire future career. It was like that for everyone.

I see his eyes staring down his lap, seated in silence until he looked at me, "Am I being hard on you?" His facial expression was blank but his eyes showed worry as if he was holding me with the same standards he held himself to.

"No, you're not..you just want what's best for me." My posture straightened to lean closer and hold his hand assuring him that was the case. His lips curved to a smile as he exhaled to relax.

"Yes, I do, but that's not a reason to push you as much as I do to myself. You have your limits and boundaries dear.." I didn't like it when he worried too much, it got him anxious even if he didn't express it or allowed me to see it, I knew it was a lot to keep under control for him.

All I did was stand up and stretch a bit, "Let's grab something to eat, we only have 10 minutes, everything's okay." He gave a nod and a smile before following me to my kitchen.

We had fruit cups while standing up to avoid sleeping or becoming too relaxed since we still had five more sections of the test to study for. I leaned on the counter a bit and began thinking about those books I read yesterday, my cheeks suddenly flushing red at the thought of the one page that had me kicking my legs at how new I was to the experience.

"Are you okay? You're face is red." He asked throwing his cup away, finished and washed his hands. I could only nod assuring him it was nothing before thinking, "Ro...what do you know about stress relievers?"

He turned to look at me and then down before walking over, drying his hands. "They're obviously to calm down and have you in a more peaceful state of mind. There's a lot one can to relieve stress. Why?"

"I was wonder if you'd allow me to do show you one that I was interested in trying..." I was going to go by the book, lame, boring honestly but it was my first time actually putting it to action....

With an eyebrow raised, he gave a nod. I came closer, tip-toed and pressed my lips against his, eyes closed and my hands holding his wrists.

My heart raced feeling his lips on mine, they were surprisingly soft and tasted like cherry chap stick unless it was mine but who knew since it was mid-winter.

I pulled away, opening my eyes and saw his beat red cheeks as he looked at me surprised, he looked upset to me. I thought I may have crossed a boundary, making me feel guilty. "I'm sorry..."

"Why'd you stop?" He asked coming closer, was he more offended I had pulled away than suddenly kissing him??? "I thought it made you uncomfortable.."

Needless to say, I didn't.

We went from taking a 15 min break from studying to having his hands gripping my sides, pressing me against the counter I was leaning on. My hands on his chest while he made sure there wasn't a gap between us.

His tongue was pushed into my mouth making sure he was taking control of the situation by holding the back of my head to angle it better without being harsh.

I let out a small whine once he began getting bolder, sliding his hand up my shirt to caress my breast. I moved my head away to get some air until he stopped and frowned.

Small groans of pleasure escaped from him, our bodies feeling the heat of the situation.

I could tell the session was getting the better of him once he began pressing his hips on mine, the layers of clothes he had in the way of his desire.

If we were to ever get further, I didn't want to do it here. Especially with the window curtains open for anyone to see. He stopped again panting and leaned his chin over my shoulder holding me tightly, "You're fun to kiss..." He spoke breathlessly.

My cheeks flushed more before cupping his face and kissed him again going fully into it as I began trying to undress him already despite saying I didn't want to do it here before.

He took me to my room to continue getting visibly impatient out of nowhere as he layed us down and climbed over me to take everything off.

His hat, tassels, shirt and clothing along with a few more items scattered on the floor. My clothes mixed with his.

I was only left with my bra and panties while he had his last layer of clothing on still. His hips rythimically moving against mine as we made out, his hands gripping the sides of my waist rocking my body. I could feel how desperate he was, how hard it was.

Our kisses became sloppy once we were near climax. Now thinking about it, it would've been better with out the last few layers of our clothes but we had an exam to study for and we were only trying to take the stress away dry humping one another.

He looked down at me with so much love and desire trying to satisfy his needs and mine, making sure I was the one enjoying it above all.

Before we knew it, he had jerked his hips up mine holding on to me tight as we came.

His breath was heavy petting my hair and moving it away from my face. I hugged him nuzzling into his neck. "Do we really have to study?" I asked looking at him, pleading we continue.

He thought about it before letting out a small laugh, "Let's just relax a bit.."

We ended up holding on another exhausted, soon falling asleep forgetting about studying. I know we're doubling the hours now that I side tracked him...

꒰ঌ໒꒱

𝐼 𝑚𝑎𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝐼 𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠, 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝑎𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑖𝑒𝑠. 𝐼𝑓 𝐼 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠, 𝑙𝑚𝑘.

#rollo flamm #the hunchback of notre dame #rollo flamme #twst #disney twst #twst wonderland #twst rollo #rollo flamme twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst x y/n #rollo flamme x reader #rollo x reader #twisted wonderland rollo #rollo flamme x yuu #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x yuu #SpellBinded

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misshoneyimhome · 5 months

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Don’t know if you’re taking requests or ideas but I had a Willy one I can’t get out of my head🫠

You work for the Leafs as their media manager and you and Willy have made a really great friendship (with feelings definitely there, but boundaries set due to not wanting to jeopardize your job) and you are always hanging at his place but on a roadie he starts to think you and Woll are getting close and he distances himself to give you space (as passive Swedish boys do) because you’re closer in age and he doesn’t want you to know he’s jealous. When you get back to Toronto you do your usual thing going to his place to debrief the trip and he tries to ask you questions about the friendship with Joe while escaping to the shower to get more space and you realize what’s up and tell him, “you can have anything you want from me, all you have to do is ask…” and follow him into the bedroom..

-Darling I love your way of thinking! I have no idea if this is anywhere near what you thought of (and if you wanted the smutty part as well...), but it’s what came to my mind ❤️ If not, please let me know 😉 Hell, I just love jealous!Willy anytime… keep’em coming ❤️

・✶ ｡ﾟ

“Want you to be mine…”

"Alright, everyone! That's a wrap," your smile beamed as you halted the recording. "Thank you so much for your time," you expressed with excitement, grateful that some players had agreed to join in for a TikTok session for your social media.

And as Auston and Mitch headed back to practice, Willy, in his usual fashion, couldn't resist throwing a cheeky remark your way.

"How did I do?" he asked, a satisfied smirk on his handsome Swedish face.

"Well, let's just say it's a good thing you stuck with hockey instead of pursuing a career in acting," you playfully teased your friend, intentionally challenging that confident smile of his.

"Ouch, right in the feels, y/n/n," Willy exaggerated, placing a hand over his chest as he came a little closer.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his playful antics, one of the many things you appreciated about him. And your banter, filled with playful comebacks, was among the many things he enjoyed about you.

"Just be glad you've got a handsome face and talent for this sport, baby," you offered a cheeky wink. And suddenly, you both realised the proximity between you.

However, it wasn't entirely unusual for the two of you. Over the past year or two, a strong friendship had developed, but it had always remained just that – a friendship. Your professional role as the team's media manager demanded a certain distance from the players, so the banter had always been kept at a friendly level.

Yet, you couldn't help but smile every time he did, and laughter echoed through the halls whenever he was around.

However, the fleeting moment was quickly interrupted by your co-worker’s coughing, prompting both of you to take a subtle step back. And though still wearing smiles, Willy jokingly bowed and left the room to resume his training.

Facing your co-worker, you were met with raised eyebrows and a rather judgmental expression.

"Oh, unclench," you smirked. "We're just good friends."

Your naturally flirtatious demeanour had often led your co-workers to believe you were flirting with every player. However, it was simply your way of lightening the mood and bringing some positive energy to the workplace.

"Mmm hmm," was the simple response before you turned your attention back to work, looking up to see the next player entering.

"Hey, where do you want me?" Joseph Woll spoke in his deep, charming voice, happily offering his assistance as well.

"Well, that depends if you mean in here or somewhere else," you said clearly as joke. But despite Joe’s chuckle, your co-worker’s face showed nothing but lack of amusement. And so, you cleared your throat, and you put on your professional face once more.

"Honestly, I don't think she likes me very much," you spoke from your perch on the kitchen counter, casually observing as Willy unpacked the take-out.

It was after training, and you were winding down after a work-horse day, so dinner at his place had become somewhat of a routine - a sanctuary where you could be friends without anyone raising eyebrows about your relationship and the professional distance you were meant to maintain.

"Well, maybe she's just jealous," William offered a response with a smile, busying himself by collecting plates from the cupboard. "You know, you get along with everyone on the team, and she doesn't. So maybe she's just a little jealous."

"Perhaps. I guess I can just tone it down a bit," you sighed, rolling your eyes a bit as you hopped off the counter and joined him in setting the coffee table for tonight's dinner.

"Oh no, all the guys love your energy! She just needs to calm down, and maybe get laid or something."

"Don't we all," you cheekily responded, almost reflexively, once again speaking before you thought. The room fell into a brief moment of silence, filled only by William's chuckle and the unspoken understanding shared between close friends.

"It's these kinds of comments that get me into trouble, isn't it?" you remarked.

"Yeah, probably," Willy agreed.

***

And just a few days later, the team hit the road for a about a week with three away games.

You were all gathered on a flight out, and while chatting casually with the guys, Willy's eyes seemed to follow you, like a watchful golden retriever guarding its favourite toy.

Everything seemed to be as normal until after the first game when he noticed something different. You and Woll had a lengthy chat following the game, which appeared to extend beyond work and Tik-Tok videos. And then he noticed you again on the following day, on the way to the next city, where you and Woll would talk even more. The topic remained unknown to him, but your infectious laughter echoed throughout.

And while, standing in the hallway after all the media work following the second game, Willy overheard fragments of your conversation with the goalie.

"Well, Joe, you know what they say: if you want to date a player, might as well date a goalie - that’s a keeper."

Woll couldn't contain his amusement of your playful remark, and to William, it felt like the two of you had come to share a rather unique connection. Even discussing dating.

In a way, it all made sense. Woll was a few years younger than Willy, and you were around his age. So, it wasn't too surprising that you might have a mutual interest to build a friendship.

But for the first time, William felt a pang of uncertainty. For the past couple of years, you hadn't been seeing anyone else, given your work demanded all your time and energy. Which to Willy's benefit meant, that you spent most of your time either at the arena, on the road with the team, or at his place. But now, all of that could change.

So, like any mid-twenties guy facing uncertainty, he decided to give you space.

In fact, he didn't talk to you for the rest of the night. Nor did he engage in conversation the following day, or the day after besides the content you needed for the social media account. And whenever you tried to strike up a dialogue with him, he responded only in short answers.

In a way, you found yourself slightly baffled.

Never before had William acted so strangely around you. However, attributing it to the loss in the final game, you decided to shake it off and return with enthusiasm, flashing a vibrant smile as you took a seat next to him on the plane, as you were on your way back to Toronto.

"So, dinner at your place?" you asked, lowering your tone to keep the conversation private.

And William, ever the chill and calm personality, simply nodded. After all, you were still good friends, and he had no right to be jealous over your friendly bonding with the young goalie.

****

After everyone had said their farewells, and as they all went their separate ways, you and William discreetly made your way to his car, followed by an unusually silent car ride. Eventually, you picked up some dinner from Sugo's to take back to his place.

Once settled on the sofa, recapturing all the highs and lows from the road trip, William's thoughts took a different turn.

He had done his best to keep things as casual as possible, offering you space to avoid any appearance of intervening in your newfound friendship or showing even a hint of potential jealousy.

But the lingering thoughts urged him to be a bit nosy and ask you about Woll.

"So, you and Joe, huh?"

"What do you mean, me and Joe?" You chuckled lightly.

"It's just... You seem to be rather close lately..."

"Hmm, I guess. He's a sweet guy, I mean, he just seems nice, and we have good talks."

William simply nodded.

"Willy, why the sudden interest in Joe's and my friendship?"

"Hm, I don't know," he shrugged. "I just want to know, you know, what you're up to – and if you're having fun..."

"You want to know if I'm having fun? With Woll?" You raised an eyebrow.

"No, that's not what I mean!"

"Then what do you mean? You think we're dating – is that it?"

"No, I just want to know if he's being good to you..."

"Well, of course he's good to me... But why do you care that much?"

“It’s just... you don’t understand.”

“Then help me understand!”

“I can’t…”

“Honestly, Willy! Juts talk to me…”

"I want… I want you to… - never mind… I’m gonna go and take a shower… you can just… relax while waiting,” he said, getting up from the couch and leaving you alone with your bewildered thoughts.

‘Why was he acting like that?’

And as you cleared the table and took care of the trash in the kitchen, suddenly the puzzle pieces started falling into place. William acting weird, his sudden distancing, and his questions about you and Woll.

'Oh...'

So with soft steps, you made your way towards the bedroom where Willy had just undressed, only the towel covering around his waist, leaving nothing to the imagination.

“Willy,” you spoke, prompting him to look at you, as you took steps forward, slowly coming close to his face. “You can have anything you want from me; all you have to do is ask…”

And at first, he remained speechless. The wheels were turning in his head, his mouth yearning to speak. However, all he could do was wrap his arms around you, pulling you in closely and closing the gap between your lips.

It marked your first kiss, and it was nothing short of amazing.

Your lips fit perfectly together, hands exploring every piece of skin possible, and it felt as if all the withheld emotions were finally unleashed.

Breaking the kiss, he whispered tenderly, “I want you to be mine…”

#william nylander imagine #joseph woll #nhl hockey imagine #toronto maple leafs fic #willy styles #my asks #wn88 imagine

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Now you know | Chanyeol

Idol!Chanyeol x Idol!Reader Word count: 2035 Genre: fluff, kinda crack Author: maari Warnings: none Note: I loved writing this so much oh my god 😫 thank you ateez for giving me the perfect scenario lol Request: may i request a fluffy chanyeol fic where his s/o is also an idol (94L) and theyre “secretly” dating but theyre bad at acting subtle so the fans know whats up + ships them lol ⫷ Exo Masterlist

"So, what do you think?" Y/N asked her boyfriend curiously, she was lying on his chest, the two of them in bed spending the weekend doing what they so deserved, resting.

After all, both would have long weeks ahead of them and they would hardly have the chance to see each other or be together.

She was holding her cell phone, after showing him one of the intro tracks from her upcoming album.

"I loved it, it has a very cinematic fantasy vibe." he replied, with a proud smile as he stroked her hair.

"I told you the concept of this comeback is going to be like this, right?" the boyfriend nodded in agreement. "And we're going to have a collaboration with that American producer."

"You seem quite excited." he concluded, he didn't look at her face because his position wouldn't allow it, as she huddled in his embrace like a koala, but he could imagine the glint in her eyes. “I’m!” she said, raising her head to look at him better, as he predicted there was the sparkle in her eyes of pure pride and happiness. "It will be the first time I get to show my more mature side to fans."

Chanyeol laughed and the hand that was stroking her hair went to his girlfriend's arm. "Should I be jealous?" he raised an eyebrow and she laughed softly.

Y/N held the phone with one hand and the other brought it to Chanyeol's cheek, stroking his skin slowly.

"No, you're the only one who knows all of my sides."

He lifted his chin, a rather proud look knowing he was the only one and Y/N smiled before she leaned closer to kiss him, she had been doing this all day but it wasn't enough, when the lips were a centimeter away from touching, Chaneyol even had his eyes closed Y/N's phone vibrated not just once or twice but five times. She complained and threw her head on her boyfriend's chest who still had his pout to kiss her. Y/N took her head off Chanyeol's chest and brought her phone closer, seeing what was going on through the notification bar.

"Is my leader." she said "Why does it seem like she always does it on purpose?"

Chanyeol laughed heartily and his girlfriend wanted to bite his cheek but she held back and unlocked the phone. "You shouldn't talk about your leader like that." Chanyeol joked.

"I'm older than she is, have you forgotten?" Y/N glanced at her boyfriend, Chanyeol now resting his arm behind his head, his biceps got bigger in the black t-shirt he was wearing.

She opened the twitter link that was sent in the message, along with the phrase 'you have to see this. ASAP'.

Y/N felt her jaw drop when she saw the tweet and tensed up all of a sudden, this didn't go unnoticed by her boyfriend who now wiped the smile off his face and frowned.

"What?" he asked, analyzing his girlfriend's expression.

"Look at this." she turned the phone screen towards Chanyeol who focused his attention on the tweet, he gulped when he saw the picture of him and his girlfriend.

There was nothing much but from what they wrote, the suspicions were there.

Chanyeol and Y/N had gone to NCT 127's concert the night before, to support the boys from the same company and because she was a huge fan of the boys, they hadn't gone alone of course. Two members of Y/N's group were on her right side while Chanyeol, Sehun and Baekhyun were on her right side, exactly in that order.

In one photo they were just looking at the stage while in the other Chanyeol had his arm around Y/N's neck and the other was up. They were just enjoying the show, nothing else.

But fan comments came to the same conclusion: they were dating.

"Oh come on, it's not even that compromising!" he said and Y/N turned the phone's screen towards her, while bringing her other hand to her mouth to bite the nail. "We were just singing Dreams Come True."

"But it's not what the fans think, there's even a video of you hugging me." Y/N said, watching on her phone.

It really wasn't compromising, mainly because afterwards, Chanyeol hugged Sehun in the same way.

"Oh give me that." he took his arm behind his head to grab his girlfriend's phone.

"Hey!" she complained but he started swiping the screen. "Look, there are a lot of people thinking I was just being me." he glanced at Y/N who eyed him suspiciously. "I'll read it to you: 'lol he literally leans on Sehun afterwards, so they're dating', ew no!" Chanyeol stuck his tongue out in disgust and Y/N chuckled lightly.

"Good thing they were at an NCT show because if it was a comedy Y/N would probably be without an arm"

"Yeah, you do that with people when you laugh."

"But hey, there are a lot of people who shipp us."

"Really?" Y/N asked curiously and tried to snoop through the phone.

"They even made a thread about the two of us." he replied calmly and Y/N widened her eyes.

"What? You're kidding!" she said and slipped between her boyfriend's arm to see the phone too, he hugged her while opening the tweet.

The compilation had photos, videos, gifs of interactions between the two in events of all kinds.

Y/N was never subtle in hiding what she felt for Chanyeol, it was no wonder he discovered the not-so-secret crush she had for him.

So the pictures of them looking at each other meant more than it should, she always smiled broadly when she saw him, it wasn't common to do that with anyone.

And a photo in particular that she never actually explained, taken by a fan with low resolution, Y/N holding her phone and her backpack at the airport, accidentally her phone had been unlocked by fingerprint and it was possible to see that her boyfriend was the wallpaper, although couldn't quite see his face the fans had found similarities.

Chanyeol was always looking for her at SM concerts, whether to bow when greeting her - even though he had seen her backstage before - or to hold her hand at the end.

At award shows, they always seemed to talk with their eyes when they were at nearby tables. And they always danced and sang louder when one was performing.

She repeatedly praised the group's songs on her social media just as he did, and although it was vague, fans took it as a sign.

The interviews where she described her ideal type, someone like him.

The similar clothing and accessories. Which in their case wasn't similar, the hoodies Y/N took were actually Chanyeol's but no one could prove it. Anyone on the internet could buy the same model and size.

"Nothing that hasn't happened to other idols." Y/N spoke after a while.

If they didn't deny it and didn't confirm it, it would just be internet theory. Right?

"Ah, but this is interesting." Chanyeol stopped at one of the tweets with a wide smile.

"Oh no."

"Oh yes!" he chuckled before reading it aloud. "Y/N bubble update: 'I'm watching Descendants of the Sun again. Oh what? How many times have I watched it? Probably like 5 lol I really like this genre. And Dr. Kang is right, girls really fantasizes about the army uniform.' You said that the day I sent you my uniform picture." Chanyeol accused and she felt her cheeks burn.

That comment had been days before official photos of Chanyeol serving it were released on the internet, another clue for fans.

"I told you that on that video call." she tapped him lightly on the chest and he laughed.

Chanyeol dropped her phone on the bed and rolled over her, resting his elbows on either side of her body and glaring at her mischievously as she brought her hands to his shoulder.

"Actually you said something a lot worse, do you want me to repeat it?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and she laughed shyly.

"It's not necessary!" he nodded and leaned down to kiss her forehead, making her sigh at the contact.

Chanyeol then kissed Y/N's nose, cheek and chin, she just laughed lightly as she caressed his shoulder.

With her eyes already closed from the previous caresses, Y/N felt her boyfriend gently place his lips on hers, it was enough to melt her completely, no matter how many times they kissed even after so much time together, she felt the same things from the beginning, as if she were that dreamy little girl.

One of Chanyeol's hands went to her face, the big warm palm caressing her skin as they kept the same slow rhythm. Y/N took the opportunity to bring a hand to the back of his neck and caress the short strands of hair.

She felt him smile between the kiss and pulled away, causing her to complain.

"Hey, baby." he spoke softly and she opened her eyes, staring at him. "Don't worry, we'll be able to hide our relationship long enough."

[...]

Chanyeol was live in his study on Instagram just over 15 minutes ago. He talked to the fans, answered questions, sang, showed some demos of songs he was working on.

All because he was bored that afternoon, his girlfriend was too busy with her own schedule and would probably be late, it was enough time to interact with the fans for a while.

A week had passed since the leaked photos of the concert they went to together and some fans were still asking about Y/N in the chat, he smiled sideways but pretended not to see.

They had agreed to hold back the relationship news for a longer time, for the sake of Y/N's group promotions, anyway the company had already released both of them to announce it whenever they wanted but Chanyeol wanted it to be special, they had been together for a long time it was true, but he wanted to take a new step with her.

He was so busy with his guitar, playing as he always did in his spare time, that he didn't hear the studio door open.

Y/N walked on tiptoe so as not to make any noise, smiling mischievously without noticing that the camera was on.

"Hi, love. I'm home." she hummed and the boyfriend turned around completely shocked, his eyes looked like they were going to pop out.

She didn't understand why he stood there with the guitar in his lap, usually he always dropped everything and ran to hug her and kiss her all over her face.

However all he did was point his head back to where the camera was and Y/N followed with her eyes, feeling her heart race when she saw her boyfriend's screen.

"Is it live?" she asked quietly and shyly as she saw the chat going crazy.

"Yes." he replied, laughing nervously.

"Huh… I'll leave then, I'll let you do what you're doing." She stuttered and a nervous laugh came out. Chanyeol chuckled, scratching his head and looked at the screen. He could even keep track of the comments because they came in so quickly. "I'm so sorry! Oh my God."

"It's okay, babe." he chuckled again and looked back to see Y/N shake her head in disbelief and she clumsily closed the door.

He took a deep breath before looking back at the camera, his eyes lowered to the comments and he chuckled at the comments. Most were freaking out over Y/N's surprise appearance, but the other half were all the same 'Are they dating??'.

"Yeah guys, I guess now you know." he shrugged, and propped his elbow on the table and put his face in his hand, moving closer to the screen to read better, and to hide his huge smile.

Chanyeol laughed when he read a comment and had to agree.

They suck at hiding lol that's what makes them perfect for each other.

Note: I just wanted to say this is the face I pictured him making when Y/N walked in the room 👇🏻 BYE

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lyrenminth · 9 months

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Talk to me

Summary: Joe and you got in a discussion, so you went with your friend to get wasted and now Joe has to deal with your drunk ass.

Warnings: alcohol consumption.

Joe was watching film in his private room. After a discussion he always did that, avoiding conflict... avoiding you like a damn child. Still gets on your nerves when he does that because it is unfair and you're trying to make the things work here, and sometimes (most times actually) feels like you're the only one doing the work. Joe doesn't talk about his feelings quite often, he has an image to maintain even in front of his beloved ones. You wish he would open more to you, because during the season his moods are changing and it is difficult to understand what's going on.

But this afternoon his behavior was unacceptable.

"What?" You exclaimed, feeling anger gathering in your throat.

"I'm not going" he stated, simply, sitting on the couch staring at his phone.

"Joe, she is my best friend it's her wedding, I told you six months in advance" you said, not trying to hide your disappointment. He didn't even looked at you.

Hiding, he was starting to walk away, not physically but you could see how is posture changed.

"I went with you to all the events in your schedule, and you cannot make a space for me?" you demanded.

"Well, you went because you wanted no because I asked you" he clarify, low voice.

You laughed, your stomach twisted and you felt nauseous.

"Just like that? I went because you're my partner, Joe. We're together, Mandy knows you since we started dating and she and everyone is going to asked me why my boyfriend of five years isn't with me!" you snapped, tears starting to build in your eyes. "You're such an asshole sometimes" you whispered before leaving the room.

After that discussion you decided not to stay in the house. You needed to stay away from him and reconsider everything. Because you did everything for him, and he couldn't do a simple thing for you and it hurt so much.

Joe wasn't a bad partner, he was generous in private but his personality in private and in public were so different, sometimes you didn't know what to do.

You went to you room to got dressed with cute top with high rise jeans. After your discussion you talked to Mandy, and decided to get dinner and drinks together.

Checking your bag in the kitchen before heading out, you caught a glimpse of Joe standing in the kitchen's door.

"Are you heading out?" he asked.

You nodded.

"Where are you going?" he crossed his arms.

"Do you even care?" you muttered under your breath.

"Baby..." he said, getting closer. You walked away from him, like his mere presence was the last thing you wanted to touch or see. It was partially true, if Joe touched you, it was over. The power he had over you was problematic to say the least. Besides, you made plans with Mandy already. "I know I'm an dick...I just...you know I'm not comfortable going to parties"

"You go to parties, just not my parties" you explained, flat.

He sighed, reaching for you. Unfortunately, his long arm reached your wrist. His other hand laying on your waist. The touch made your skin tingle, and his gaze...oh, Joe knew how to soft your heart.

"I'm sorry" he apologized, cupping your cheek "I'm going to Mandy's wedding, ok?"

"This is not the first time, Joe" you felt tears running down your cheeks "I need to be alone, let me go"

"Can we talk when you comeback?" he wiped the tears away.

"May"

"Will you comeback?"

"Do you want me to?"

"Always" his blue eyes staring in concern. "I'm going to fix this"

"Can you?" you raised your eyebrows.

His eyes went dark. A challenge. Joe loved challenges. "Let me prove myself, darling"

"I don't wanna do this if you feel obligated to do. I want you to be there because you want, because you want to spend time with me, Joe. Alright?"

He nodded, serious. "When are you going to comeback?"

"I don't know"

"I'll wait"

"As you wish"

You walked towards the door, not glancing back once. Thankfully, your evening with Mandy went great, you drank until you started getting happier by the hour. Mandy didn't drank at all, since she was the designated driver.

Your dear friend took you home, ringing the bell of your house. You could barely stood up, but you smiled when Joe opened the door, glancing between both.

"Thank you for bringing her, home!" He said to Mandy before dragging you inside.

"Bye bye!" You yelled. "I love you" sending kisses to Mandy who had a worried face "Joe! Joe!" you called him.

"What? I'm here" he said annoyed, he was grabbing you by the waist to keep you steady.

"Helloo, Joe my love" you threw yourself at him, buried your face in his chest "My boyfriend has great tits!" you said, rubbing your face on his chest.

He laughed, and you felt the vibrations in his chest.

"You're drunk as fuck, let's go to sleep" he said guiding you upstairs.

"Oh, but my boyfriend is going to get maaaad"

"Why?"

"I'm not a cheater!" you tried to move away from him but he grabbed you.

"I'm your boyfriend, dumbass" he said, half joking. Seeing you drunk it wasn't something Joe was used to.

"Are you?" you furrowed your eyebrows, confused.

"Yeah, like for years now. Now let's go to sleep!"

"No! If we are a couple" you searched for his hand "Then we should make it +18" you whispered, laughing.

Joe rolled his eyes. In the bedroom he helped you too undress, and he left you in underwear. You went to brush your teeth, and he watched you to help you if you threw up.

"Do you want to threw up?" he wondered once you were in bed, you shook your head.

"My boyfriend doesn't want me" you said instead, covering half of your face with the sheets. "He leaves me alone all the time"

"It seems like your boyfriend is a dick" he contemplated.

"Righhhht"

"But he loves you, it just that...he doesn't know how to express it properly most of the times" you listened carefully, and nodded. Joe continued "He...he struggles with his own feelings, but everytime you are around he is less stressed, less worried. He's happier"

"He doesn't spend time with me, though" you added.

He sighed.

"People need space sometimes. I live surrounded of people who don't truly care about me, just what I give them. I'm a dick for saying those things to you" he lowered his gaze to the floor like a scolded child. "And I like to spend time with you, but only you"

"Joe..." You came to your senses for a bit. "Just talk to me"

"I'll try" Joe sometimes felt like his emotions were tight knotted inisde him, a mess he didn't want to deal with most of the times.

"And come to sleep, I'm cold" you called him, making a space in bed.

He laughed. "Yes, ma'am"

#joe burrow #joe burrow x reader #fanfiction #joe burrow fan fic #nfl

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noirsfantasy · 4 months

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On the ninth day of Christmas...

𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝕺𝖓 𝕴𝖈𝖊

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 ➛ 1610!Miles Morales x Black!Fem Reader

𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 ➛ Fluff

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱 ➛ 2K

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰 ➛ In the middle of winter break, Miles, feeling restless, hits you up to see if you'd wanna hang out. You suggest ice skating and soon enough, you're on the ice. You find yourself realizing exactly how you feel about Miles and that, maybe, he feels the same.

𝔞/𝔫 ➛ Here's a cute lil oneshot for ya. I absolutely love Spiderverse, so it's always fun to make fanfics of it. I hope you guys like it!

12 Days of Christmas Masterlist

The winter chill has settled over Brooklyn, New York, covering the streets in a layer of pristine snow. School has just gotten out for winter break and it seems like the crime has died down a bit, so Miles hasn't really had anything to do. Feeling a bit restless, he glances out of his window at the snowy world below. With a sigh, Miles reaches for his phone, deciding to make his day more interesting and text his best friend, Y/N.

Miles: "Yo, you busy?"

You were in your home, lounging in your room as you scroll on your phone. A notification shows up at the top of your screen and you see it's a message from Miles. You look at the text you received and raise an eyebrow, curious as to why he was asking.

Y/N: "Nah, I'm free right now. What's up?

Miles: "You wanna hang out? I'm bored..."

Y/N: "Yeah, I'm down. What did you have in mind?"

Miles: "Dunno, we could just chill at my house?"

You sigh at his suggestion, rolling your eyes and shaking your head.

Y/N: "I'm tired of being inside, I wanna go out somewhere. How 'bout that ice skating place that just opened a few weeks ago?"

Miles had to pause, contemplating on whether or not to go. But he decided that if it made you happy, he wanted to take you there.

Miles: "Sure, I'm down. You better not be scared to go ice skating."

His reply sounded as if he was mocking you.

Y/N: "Speak for yourself. They don't call me Ice Queen for nothin'😉❄️"

Miles couldn't help but chuckle.

Miles: "Sure, Miss 'Ice Queen'. Let's do this."

Fifteen minutes later, you and Miles are walking down the snowy streets, heading towards the ice skating rink. While walking, the cold surrounded you two, a slight breeze causing Miles to wince and rub his arms a bit.

"Dang, it's kinda cold out here." He says, looking over at you, presuming you were also cold.

"What? You can't handle a little chill?" You ask teasingly, hiding the fact that you are chilly as well. Miles scoffs and looks over as his breath is visible.

"You don't look any less frozen than me, Ice Queen." He moves closer to you, rubbing his shoulder against yours in an attempt to warm himself. You laugh sarcastically at his joke and bump his shoulder playfully.

"We're almost there, crybaby," You say, pointing up ahead. Miles was going to give a comeback in response, but he was too damn cold to really care too much.

"Good, I'm freezing my ass off." He admits, his teeth chattering a bit as he speaks. When we get inside, it's still cold but definitely warmer than outside. We head up to the front desk and pay for some rentals before heading over to a bench to put the skates on. Miles struggles a bit with his. He's a bit uncoordinated sometimes, so it takes him some time to actually put them on properly. Although, once he's done, he smiles and looks at you expectantly.

"So? Show me what you got, Ice Queen." He says with a slight laugh. You meet his challenge with a smirk.

"Watch and learn, Morales!" You glide out gracefully onto the ice, noticing that there's not that many people out. Miles shuffles over to the ice, holding onto the wall as he watches you. "See? I know what I'm doing." Miles rolls his eyes playfully at you.

"Sure, keep thinking that. But hey, if you fall, I'll be there to catch you. Sound fair?" He laughs, sounding a bit flirtatious. You laugh in response.

"You wish I would fall!" You shout as you take a lap around the rink. You come back around and Miles is still waiting at the edge of the ice. "Whatchu waiting for, slow poke?" You taunt. He gives you a determined look and steps out onto the ice. Although, before he can even finish taking a step, he falls onto the cold floor, landing on his butt. You skate over to him, holding out a hand. Miles looks up at you, seeming a little bit embarrassed.

"What was that you said about catching me if I fall? Maybe I should've been saying that." You tease as you stifle a laugh. He shakes his head as he grabs your hand and pulls himself up.

"Shut up. I tripped." He insists, obviously lying to himself.

"On thin air, or your ego?" You stick your tongue out tauntingly and start skating forward.

"Thin air, definitely. My ego's still very much in tact, thank you." You chuckle as he catches up, the two of you now gliding on the ice together. Miles is a bit wobbly, but he finds his balance, hoping not to fall on his ass again. You shake your head and hold your hand out to him.

"Here, just hold onto me." You offer with a small smirk on your face. Miles gives you a smug look back, taking your hand and standing upright.

"My hero." He replies mockingly. You roll your eyes and he pulls you closer to him as you both skate forward. "You know, if you wanted to hold my hand, Y/N, you could've just said so." He teases, giving you a wink.

"What? No, I was just being nice. If you wanted to hold my hand, you could've just asked." You retort playfully, giving him a nudge with your elbow. He looks as if he's going to lose his balance for a moment, but then recovers, glaring at you as you snicker at him.

"Uh huh, that's what they all say." He scoffs and you continue to laugh at him. Suddenly, he loses his balance again and he grabs onto your shoulders for support, gasping loudly. He ended up accidentally pushing my back against the railing of the rink. To others it looks like he's just giving me a hug, but he's really trying not to fall again.

"Ah! Miles!" You instinctively grab onto him as you hold him up and you can't help but to giggle. Miles sighs, looking off to the side but it's obvious that he's enjoying how close he gets to be to you.

"You're so bad at this! You almost took us both down!" You exclaim, scolding him jokingly. He leans in close to you and looks into your eyes as your faces are only a few inches apart now.

"Hey. You know, they say that people fall in love when they accidentally fall on each other?" He teases, trying his best to maintain his balance.

"Who said that?" I ask, raising an eyebrow in suspicion.

"Um, I did..." Miles says nonchalantly with a slight grin on his face, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. You laugh, shaking your head once again at his silliness. But you couldn't help but blush slightly. A smile crept onto his lips as he smirks at you. "Oh? Am I making you nervous?" He asks tauntingly. You clear your throat and shake your head.

"No! I could never get nervous around you. Pft..." You say mockingly, but as you're speaking, your voice cracks a bit.

"Oh, is that so?" The grin on his face grew wider, almost as if he knew you weren't telling the truth about not being nervous. "Well, tell that to the blush on your face." He smirks at you before letting go of your shoulders and skating off, as if he never had any trouble before. You watch him, stunned as he doesn't even look unsteady.

"Were you faking the whole time?!" You shout after him in surprise, skating to catch up with him. He turns to face me as he skates ahead of me, skating backwards now. My jaw drops.

"Me? Fake? Never..." He replies with a smug look. "You know, you're cute when you're shocked."

"Oh don't even- That's not true. You said you couldn't skate!" You deflect, pointing a finger at him. As you catch up to him, he turns back forward, smirking at you.

"Never said that. You just assumed I couldn't because I fell earlier." He points out. "Besides, you're so easy to tease. It was very fun seeing your reaction." Miles chuckles.

"Oh, so now you're calling me easy?" You raise an eyebrow at him, hiding a smile.

"Easy to tease. If you were easy to get, I'd have gotten you a while ago. You're really making me work for it, Y/N." He says slyly, looking at you from the corner of his eye.

"What are you talking about?" I question, rolling my eyes.

"Oh, don't act oblivious now. Since you know everything, I bet you've been playing hard to get and you want me to chase you." He replies confidently.

"Ooh, so you're on to me, now? Hm, I guess you're smarter than I thought." You smirk at him and he seems a bit surprised. "Maybe I do want you to chase me, Miles." You give him a wink and skate ahead again. You had him at a loss for words for a moment, but then he skates after you. You both laugh as he tries to grab you and you dodge him.

As you glide across the ice, you lose your balance. But before you fall, Miles catches you and you two are now inches apart. You both stop in the center of the rink, panting softly. A few seconds pass, but no one makes a move. He looks at you and you look back at him. Then you feel his grip on your waist and he pulls you in a little closer. You can feel his breath on your face. It's as if you are the only two in the rink.

Finally, Miles leans in a little further and kisses you softly on the lips. His lips on yours sends a slight tingle up your spine and you feel your heart beat faster as you kiss him back. His hand moves to the back of your neck and he kisses you deeper, putting more passion behind the kiss.

After a few seconds, he pulls back but he still holds you close. As he moves his head away, he looks at you with a small smile on his face. You gaze at each other, both slightly blushing, but not embarrassed at all. Miles looks as if he's about to say something to you, but he's interrupted by one of the skating rink workers.

"Hey! No stopping in place on the ice! Keep it moving." He tells you both.

"Oh! Right, sorry." Miles says to the man before turning back to you. "Let's get outta here." He suggests, grabbing your hand.

"Yeah, let's go." You respond, as he pulls you to the side of the rink. He looks at you once more before he suddenly kisses your cheek.

"Sorry, couldn't resist." He smiles as he sees you blush again.

"Sure, you couldn't." You roll your eyes, stepping off the ice as Miles follows you.

You both leave the rink and head outside, noticing that the sun has set. The cold air is still a bit chilly on your skin, but it's not too bad. You notice that Miles has gotten you to hold his arm as he walks you home, as if he's not letting you go after the kiss that you two shared.

"So... I guess all that chasing wasn't for nothing then, huh?" Miles raises his eyebrows, smirking at you.

"I guess the chase was worth it. You caught your prize, now what?" You reply playfully, looking up at him. He pulls you a little closer and wraps his arms around you.

"Now, I get to keep it," He says as he kisses you gently on the lips. The world around you blurs as Miles kisses you under the soft glow of the streetlights. The snowflakes gently fall around you, creating a magical atmosphere. It's a moment frozen in time, one that you wish could last forever.

After a while, he breaks the kiss and looks at you. He can't keep his eyes off your face, his smile growing as he holds you in his warm embrace. Suddenly, a gentle breeze causes you both to shiver a bit, but the cold doesn't matter to you. All that matters is that you are there with Miles. The two of you start to walk again, Mile's arm around your shoulder as you walk down the street.

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