I’ve wanted to do this for a while, so here it is! It took some time, but it was necessary for me to better organise everything. It will keep being updated. I hope it can help anyone find fics they like. Also, I would like to thank all those amazing authors for giving us such amazing stories! Happy reading🫶🏾
It is a complete narrative about SecUnits on a Planetary Survey trying to communicate and keep their clients safe while dealing with the restrictions of their govmod.
IT IS ALSO A FULLY INTERACTIVE GAME OF MINESWEEPER.
The story is told BY PLAYING MINESWEEPER.
This fic is criminally underrated* go look at it!!!
(edited to add: the story is about original characters so even if you haven't read Murderbot, you can still read this story!)
*at time of posting, the fic had like 50 kudos. Thanks to y'all it is no longer criminally underrated 😅
from someone who is not normal about him ☆ part two
✦ one shots
an abundance of mondays - ao3 (was on tumblr by diortae)
childhood best friends to lovers, college au, idiots to lovers, mutual pining, smut mdni
“Why the fuck would it be easy? You’re disgustingly in love with your best friend. Of course it’s complicated.” He pauses to roll his eyes, as if he hasn’t just laid out the most secret parts of you here in the middle of the campus dining hall.
Or, it’s an old cliche, falling in love with your best friend. It’s a shame none of the stories ever told you it would feel like this.
cold nights & blurred lines - ao3 (was on tumblr by awrkive)
college au, fwb, basketball player!jk, he’s a bit emotionally constipated it’s ok bc so is the reader, smut mdni
jungkook and you have been keeping a sexual relationship with each other for four months now, and it’s casual for the most part. but as time passes, you can’t help but feel that some of the lines suddenly got blurred in the process. is it a cliché to blur the lines with your fuck buddy? it definitely is. will you do something about it? both of your emotional constipation have a hard time saying yes.
there is also a drabble after the events of cn&bl
the wedding planners - @gukyi
enemies to lovers, wedding au, fluff, slight angst, smut mdni
jeon jungkook is three things: cocky, terrible, and your worst enemy. then your best friend hoseok gets engaged to the love of his life, and suddenly jeon jungkook is four things: cocky, terrible, your worst enemy, and the man you will be spending the next seven months with in order to plan your best friend's wedding.
and then, as if your life couldn't get any shittier, you make the poor decision of sleeping with him on the first day of the job.
forever hold your peace - @seokbite ⟢ my personal fav rn
infidelity au, bestman!jk x reader & fiancé!taehyung, kook is tae’s best friend, angst, physical violence, smut mdni
Forever was a long time to spend with someone you weren't in love with. Saying yes to Taehyung's proposal had been a mistake, one you didn't think you could walk away from in fear of destroying everything you've ever made for yourself. But, your heart laid with Jeon Jungkook, your grooms best man and best friend.
idealizations concerning real life relations - @venusiangguk
strangers to lovers, fuckboy!jk x hopeless romantic!reader, fwb, angst, smut mdni
jungkook loves to be loved, but he doesn't love in return.
something in the water - @vankoya
friends to lovers, camping au, mutual pining, slight crack au (tae funny as hellll) smut mdni
Sleeping in is a foreign concept to Kim Taehyung and his awkward,mismatched gang of pals. This is made all the more apparent when they rock up at ____'s doorstep at the ass crack of dawn, as if it is a natural time for any college student to be awake.
But when she is informed that it was the youngest of their group who insisted she join them on their spontaneous camping trip, she is suddenly not as reluctant to play along than when she was first awakened by her enigma of a best friend, slamming his fist against her front door.
chasing butterflies - @ddaenggtan ⟢ my favourite fic 4ever
idiots to lovers, college au, coffee shop au, weeb!jk x jock!reader, endless humour and anime jokes, mutual pining, losers in love.., smut mdni
you never meant to be a jock in school. the volleyball team had just needed people and you were there and then you had a knack for it. you just happened to be good at it and went with it. similar to how you saw jeon jungkook in your friend's orientation group and thought he was absolutely radiant and just went with it. for two years. you've spent the entire time pining from afar, mostly because you always seem to make a fool of yourself when he's around, but also because jungkook is part of that exclusive crowd, the ones that you never can seem to penetrate: the weebs. that is, until your friends get sick of your hopeless pining and decide to do something about it.
there is also a drabble after the events of cb
we can’t be friends - @taegularities ⟢ my fav author
exes au, college au, so much angst, smut mdni
Jungkook once planted a garden in your chest that he watered when he smiled and you killed when he left. But flowers withering isn't enough; that doesn't mend the ache. No - you want this entire story to die.
Or: If living on can't mend the pain of losing him, maybe forgetting him for good will.
mature - @jiminrings
friends to lovers, jealousy, fluff, kook kinda sucks sometimes but he gets a redemption arc
the good thing about professing your feelings to jungkook is that it'd be over with, whether or not he likes you back — the bad thing is that he rejects you, even if you haven't confessed.
alternatively, crushing on jungkook who's in your friend group is, has, and will never be a good idea.
divine feminine - @gimmethatagustd
fwb, college au, fluff, kook yaps about anatomy n then tries a hands on approach, smut mdni
No one can make you feel like a goddess better than Jeon Jungkook.
melomaniac - @jungkxook
friends to lovers, band au, punk!jk, mutual pining but it’s kinda forbidden, a tatted jk fantasy b4 it became reality, smut mdni
you're wholeheartedly, madly in love with jungkook and yet you shouldn't be because he's supposed to be your best friend and nothing more. worst part of it all is that you know he's in love with you too.
skirt chasers - @1kook
friends to lovers, college au, campus crush!kook ‼️ the end of this fic is my fav thing ever btw, kook has a thing for skirts, smut mdni
"Baggy clothes are in, but you wouldn't know that, Miss I Draw Inspiration From Catholic School Girls."
drabble list for sc 1 2 3 4 5 misc 1 misc 2
zipper - @taeshobipop ⟢ another fav author of mine
frenemies, college au, fratboy!jk, smut mdni
Jungkook isn't your date to the annual BTS gala, but he's the only one available to take you dress shopping. So when a zipper emergency arises in the boutique's tiny dressing room, who's there to help you?
the train of lost souls - @inktae
fantasy au, mentions of past death, angst, some fluff
The moment you step inside the train, you are given two options.
You can choose to live, to be given a second and a last chance in life, in exchange for your memories and your previous existence. You can choose to be alive again, but it can only be an entirely new life. Everyone you've ever crossed paths with would forget your name. All the pain and the love you knew, all the ups and downs that made you hurt and made you smile - all of it, completely gone.
Or you can choose to move on, to give your life away while keeping your memories until the end of time. To step out of the world of the living and to embrace a new kind of loneliness, but with the warmth of your past always safe between your cold hands.
politico - @hamsterclaw
politics au, smut mdni
Jungkook and you are staffers in the office of the Secretary of State. He's cut-throat, sneaky and goddamn it, everything you love about politics in one irresistible package. Ft Yoongi, Namjoon and Jimin.
i heard a rumour - @taeshobipop
friends to lovers, college au, campus crush!jk, mutual pining, smut mdni
One slip of a finger, and you realize you've liked an Insta photo of college hotshot Jeon Jungkook...from two years ago. You manage to unlike it within seconds, except it's too late - Damn Kim Namjoon and his lightning-fast eyes. Do not tell a soul, you hiss.
The man merely smirks. Next thing you know, a rumor is spread throughout campus. Y/n likes Jungkook...and now he knows.
morning rush - @atdawnsuga
strangers, college au, exhibitionism?, slight smut mdni
You develop a strange relationship with the boy you share your morning commute with.
You'd remember Jungkook with every life you lived. Only he'd never remember you, never recall how your fates were written in the stars since the beginning of time.
catharsis - @junghelioseok
college au, fwb, ft. jimin, smut mdni
no matter what kind of release you need, he's there.
how long will we fall - @jiminrings
friends to lovers, soulmate au, unrequited love, so much angst, kook is emotionally constipated
if it's fate, it should already be set onto your skin - that's why jungkook's initials are already on your finger. he's always there for you, but not only for you. if you're his fate, he'd rather not have it.
alternatively, jungkook's your soulmate, but he doesn't want to be.
all i want for cockmas - @junqkook
jk is a mall santa lmfao, crack fic, smut mdni
you tell santa exactly what you want for christmas.
✦ series/multi-shot
incoming: elite chatboy - @kookingtae
ongoing 5/?, sex chat worker!jk, text au, humour, smut mdni
welcome to Elite Chatroom, a sex chat company with a wide variety of services such as text messaging, phone call, and video chat. you signed up online for the most basic text service plan not knowing what to expect, but you certainly didn’t think you’d end up actually liking the man behind the screen.
read part one here
the turing test - @fortunexkookie
indefinite hiatus 7/?, still added it :( cuz it’s my fav, android au, android!jk x creator!reader, mutual pining, shared tension, angst, smut mdni
"The Turing Test, developed by Alan Turing in 1950, is a test of a machine's ability to exhibit intelligent behavior equivalent to, or indistinguishable from, that of a human."
Jungkook fiddled with your hands in his, humming softly, as if deep in thought. You noted the way his eyebrows had furrowed, the sweet way his lips formed a pout, and wondered what could possibly be troubling him so much. What had he learned today?
"Creator," he began, dragging his gaze up to meet your own, "you gave me a mind that thinks, hands that feel, and a heart that beats, but did you give me a soul?"
read part one here
falling skies - @fortunexkookie
completed 6/6 enemies to friends to lovers, childhood friends au, slow burn, major angst, fluff, smut mdni
Jeon Jiyeon was your childhood best friend; her twin, Jungkook, was something else entirely.
prologue
you can also read part one here
killah - @citrustan
ongoing 9/?, strangers to lovers? maybe, infidelity au, managing partner lawyer!jk x spoilt brat! reader, angst, smut mdni
you wanted jeon jungkook the moment you laid eyes on him and the fact that he had a girlfriend wasn't going to stop you.
You and Jungkook have been friends since diapers, and one day you decide to hook up for the fun of it, but then you end up pregnant with your best friend's baby. Chaos ensues.
series masterlist can be found here
cowabunga, baby! - @jungshookz
completed 2/2, lifeguard!jk, kook surfs as well he’s rlly hot, crack fic, fluff, slight smut mdni
you'd blow his whistle any day - if only you weren't such a wimp.
part 1 2
to build a home - @soft4gguk
ongoing/author hiatus 16/? strangers to lovers, ceo dilf!jk x nanny!reader, angst, kook becomes a single parent, fluff, slow burn-ish, smut mdni
at twenty-eight, jungkook sees himself go from a family of three, to one of two - heartbreak never comes easy, but nothing could've prepared him for being a single parent as a result of Ira walking out on him. pain brings chaos and he's in need of help. it's only fateful that you so happen to be a blessing in disguise... in many ways than one.
series masterlist can be found here
colour me in - @taegularities
ongoing 15/? fake dating, fwb, college au, fuckboy!jk, this fic is the best thing to ever happen to me btw, misunderstandings, fluff, angst, smut mdni
Jungkook's door only opens for you when there's a barter: a trade of lust and haze. But today you knock for something more, as intriguing as it is frightening - and you hope it doesn't close his door forever.
series masterlist can be found here
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this hasn’t even scratched the surface of all the jk fics i’ve read over the years, in fact i’ve got 10 years of reblogs & likes on this tumblr from the beginning of my bts era til now..
might make another one later, this took me 3 hours
NOTE. a deep & well-loved archive/collection of fics i've enjoyed! all of these are by immensely talented writers, and i absolutely cannot commend them enough. showering these enha authors with infinite adoration & praise rn, hope you enjoy them as much as i did ❤︎ [sorted by word count]
oneshots.
SUNGHOON | the way i loved you | @thatfeelinwhenyou 44k — Years after a quiet, painful breakup, you are assigned to write a profile on South Korea’s most elusive figure skater, Park Sunghoon, who just so happens to be your ex-boyfriend. What was supposed to be a byline quickly spirals into a collision of unresolved feelings, buried emotions that are edging too close to the surface, and the slow thaw between two people who once meant the world to each other. With every step you take back into his orbit, the line between story and truth begins to blur—and the version of him you thought you knew starts to unravel.
[m] JAY | mr. and mrs. smith | @swiftjay23 35k — Your marriage to Jay was already hanging by a thread, cold silences, dead love, secrets thick enough to choke on. But everything shatters the night you discover the truth: you’re assassins on opposite sides, and your entire relationship was engineered to end with one of you dead. When a mission goes sideways and Jay collapses bleeding in your arms, the two of you are forced into a feral, desperate partnership to outrun the kill orders now targeting you both. What follows is pure chaos: rooftop fights, a mini-heist gone wrong, explosions, marriage counseling sessions that definitely weren’t meant for combat couples, and the kind of chemistry that only hits when hatred and love coexist in the same breath. Trust breaks. Trust rebuilds. Guns misfire. Hearts don’t.
[m] HEESEUNG | girlfriend simulator | @heejamas 37k — when heeseung agrees to test jungwon’s new dating sim game, girlfriend simulator, he expects a dumb, half finished game, until he boots it up on his switch, the screen glitches, and he’s dragged straight into the world he just created. the “girlfriend” character, you, isn’t scripted at all; and heeseung has to figure out how to get out while accidentally developing feelings for a girl who inconveniently does not exist in real life.
[m] JAKE | things i know that i can't have | @zreamy 33.6k — jake's life was hard enough before he fell for you—balancing uni, football, and being a good christian son. in some cruel twist of fate, sleeping with you has only made things harder—and, according to sunghoon (and scripture), damned him to hell the first time he thought about it.
[m] JAY | walk the line | @paarksunghoon 33.1k — park jongseong has one regret and he's spent his entire life atoning for the pain he caused you. when you walk into office under the premise of working together, he's only got one shot to make things right before it's too late.
[m] SUNGHOON | rocket science | @heesmiles 33k — You’ve always been the girl everyone knows: sharp-witted, magnetic, the kind of pretty that makes people turn their heads. By day, you’re just another college student with a popular face and a spotless reputation. By night, you’re something far less innocent, an anonymous camgirl, raking in tips from strangers who only know your voice, your body, and the way you make them feel. It was never personal, until it was. When Sunghoon — Heeseung’s nerdy, painfully shy roommate. You’ve barely spoken beyond polite small talk, he’s the kind of guy who still blushes when someone brushes past him. Or at least… you thought so. Until one late night, you hear something you shouldn’t: your own voice spilling from behind Sunghoon’s bedroom door. He doesn’t know you’re still in the apartment. He doesn’t know you can hear him or that you’re about to walk in and catch him in the act. And he definitely doesn’t know the girl on his screen, the camgirl he’s been tipping more than anyone else: is you. So naturally you agree to teach him: it's not like it's rocket science or anything.
[m] HEESEUNG | player rank: platinum | @simpjaes 30k — You’re not sure what’s worse, your sister’s boyfriend or your sister’s boyfriend’s friends. What you thought would be a great deal in living with her throughout college turns into a major game of cat and mouse, where you’re unsure if your moral compass is pointing in the right direction solely because you suspect someone is wearing a giant sex magnet to throw it off.
[m] NI-KI | yes, professor | @kissued 29.5k — an upcoming anatomy final leaves you teetering on the edge of exhaustion, buried under stress and self-doubt. but when professor nishimura offers a steady, guiding hand, the pressure starts to lift — and suddenly, the lines between mentorship and something more begin to blur.
JAKE | strikes out | @enhaflixer 23.5k — Five years ago, Jake Sim walked away to chase his soccer dreams, never knowing he left more than just a broken heart behind. Now, he-s back—unwittingly running a soccer clinic where his five-year-old daughter is signed up. The daughter he doesn't know exists.
SUNGHOON | the red knight | @twocupsofsuga 22k — When a notorious nomad tribe dared to strike your kingdom, your parents responded by assigning you a protector—the kingdom’s most disciplined, unyielding knight. He made it painfully clear that his oath to guard you outweighed your protests, your stubbornness, and your every attempt to slip past him. Yet lately, the man who once felt carved from stone seems to unravel in your presence. And nothing in his contract mentioned losing his composure for you.
[m] JAKE | user error | @gyuuberryy 21.8k — getting partnered with jake, the tall awkward nerd from on of your computer science classes, should've been simple—work on the project, get your grade, move on. except now you're completely obsessed with him and he's totally clueless about it. between tutoring sessions you definitely don't need and "coincidental" dorm hall run-ins, you're pulling out all the stops. too bad jake's more interested in his textbooks than your very obvious flirting. you've never been rejected before, so this should be fine. …right?
[m] SUNGHOON | your eyes only | @m-hypen 21.8k — Enemies to Lovers | Camboy!Sunghoon x Reader
JUNGWON | secrets | @theothernads 21k — After making it to university, you found yourself finding comfort in a cat café worker not too far from your lectures. The cute worker seemed to have a knack for making you fall for his charm. And, how could you not? Your chemistry was perfect- but you never thought that he had secrets and that Jungwon was your secret as well. As much as you two tried to keep everything behind the scenes, things don’t always work out the way they should.
[m] HEESEUNG | waiting room | @heejamas 21k — for three years, you and heeseung have hovered between friendship and something more—stolen glances, late-night car rides, hands brushing under tables. but when the waiting finally ends, you realize you were never just friends to begin with.
JAY | just like heaven | @heejamas 21k — you never planned to fall for your brother’s best friend, jay. but the summer before college, on 1989, something shifts—between mixtapes, quiet drives, and the kind of closeness that sneaks up on you. and after a few cassette tapes and long drives, the love you never planned for starts happening.
[m] SUNGHOON | a con for a heart | @faeyun 19.4k — when an elusive man known as “the curator” hires you under his organization of con artists, you know it’s for more than just your skill set. you accept his offer with motives on your own—find out just what his name is and expose it to his enemies to put yourself on top of the chain. but, as the two of you play a game of cat and mouse, you realize that that’s much easier said than done.
[m] HEESEUNG | one hundred and one | @heesdreamer 19k — returning back home from a failed year at college, you’re reunited with your little brothers best friend who always had a crush on you. this definitely hasn’t changed, but he sure has.
[m] SUNGHOON | honey on ice | @liuhsng 18.4k — you were supposed to save his daughter from loneliness—not him. park sunghoon has it all: medals, money, and a schedule too packed for bedtime stories. when his little girl starts closing off, he hires you—a broke college student with a bright laugh and quiet charm—as her nanny. you’re warm, young, and everything his cold, controlled world isn’t. or where saving him was never in the job description—but you did it anyway.
[m] JAKE | scene one | @rikiliu 17.8k — Working solo in adult content was easy — no crew, no co-stars, no one watching while you filmed. But after signing with the biggest studio in the industry, everything changes. New rules. New cameras. New people. Including Jake — your first scene partner — who just happened to catch every second of your audition tape… and hasn’t stopped looking since.
[m] SUNGHOON | bite me | @babyjinsu 17k — a young wife discovers her husband's secret—a bloodied creature chained beneath floorboards. drawn by pity and curiousity, she visits him in secret when her husband falls asleep. but mercy has its price, and hunger always finds a way to bite back—the neck that feeds.
[m] JAKE | the pushover | @jaysbaefie 16.5k — in which jake sim finally stops letting you run the show—only to prove he’s always known how to handle you.
JAKE | love, lies, and sim jake | @shy9-29 16.4k — You were the quiet girl with the not-so-quiet crush on Jake Sim—campus heartbreaker, smooth talker, and everything you should’ve stayed away from. But when a bet turns your name into a game, the rules change fast. He didn’t expect to fall for you… and you didn’t expect to find out. Now it’s your move—and this time, you’re not playing nice.
[m] JAKE | cunnilinguist | @simpjaes 16.1k — Unfortunately for you, no man has ever given you some good head. Fortunately for you, your best friend is more annoyed by it than you are. It’s just a favor, right? or the one where your best friend jake eats you out as a way to admit his own feelings for you, also, apparently sunghoon existing is an issue.
JAY | sugar in the soil | @liuhsng 16k — your fascination with flowers was a quiet love you turned into your future. majoring in biology at decelis university, you often found yourself needing rare blooms, fresh clippings, or just the scent of something calming after long hours in the lab. that’s why the little flower shop down the street became your second home. the staff knew your name. mrs. park always had tea ready. until one afternoon, the usual calm was replaced with someone entirely unexpected—park jongseong, of all people. golden boy. heir to a business empire. the last person you'd expect to be arranging sunflowers behind the counter like he belonged there. or, where your love for flowers leads you to someone who’s far more than just his reputation.
[m] HEESEUNG | rage quit | @guliexe 15.9k — gamer!au, you started as friends who played games at night—now he’s the one making you moan into his pillow.
[m] JAY | losing the war | @babeyun 15k — regency!au, even when the world seems bleak, he can't help but try and prove that love still exists. the love you yearn for exists, because he is full of it - and so are you.
[m] HEESEUNG | beautiful strangers | @si3rren 15k — The world ended in shades of purple. An aurora called the Violet Hour swallowed the sky and never left. In its ruins, you and Lee Heeseung begin as strangers—until survival turns into something softer, and holding each other becomes the last beautiful thing left.
JAY | notoriously yours | @jakesimfromstatefarm 14.7k — jay park is a rich kid. it’s safe to say he has everything every broke college student on his campus could dream of and more. but the one thing he doesn’t have, which money definitely can’t buy, is a girlfriend. and his friends won’t see of it. literally. so what happens when his friends bet him to date someone for more than three months? what happens when jay decides that fake-dating someone would be easier than actual dating (because god forbid Jay–the campus’ notoriously known fuckboy–decides to commit to something once in his life)? and what happens when that someone is you, his childhood best friend he hasn’t spoken to in years..who has absolutely no interest in being in his life anymore?
SUNGHOON | ancient dreams | @stllmnstr 14.3k — vampire hunter reader x vampire sunghoon, enemies to lovers, angst, fantasy/sci-fi
[m] HEESEUNG | adonis | @velvetdolor 14k — You’re a prolific photographer, renowned for your unconventional devotion to your craft. Enter Lee Heeseung—top model, golden boy, and muse extraordinaire. When you discover a leaked tabloid photo of him in bondage, you arrange a meeting and make your offer: become your muse, and in return, you’ll pave the way for his redemption after a career-shattering scandal. The unexpected follows—an intense entanglement and obsession to photograph your muse who serves every whim of yours, offering his unrelenting submission. Yet beneath Heeseung’s charismatic persona and dangerously alluring beauty lurks an unsettling darkness: a possessiveness with a taste for murder and destruction.
[m] HEESEUNG | reflexion | @lassiie 14k — The three of you always had a strange relationship. Heesu, the wallflower twin, loves you in secret when you are in Heeseung's palm, stuck in a one-sided love. But when his twin dies and Heeseung grows closer, his smile, his words, and even his touch starts to feel like someone else's—like the dead twin is slipping through him... or worse.
[m] HEESEUNG | like an angel | @bambidollies 13.8k — In which Heeseung is obsessed with his sweet, innocent, shy sister’s best friend, and not in a healthy way.
JAKE | auld lang syne | @heethera 13k — you ask jake to teach you how to flirt so jay will notice you. he says yes...despite having a 10 year crush on you.
NI-KI | everybody loves jungwon | @heethera 13k — ni-ki likes his best friend. but sunoo thinks he likes self-sabotaging himself more.
[m] JUNGWON | sweet talk | @enhaflixer 12k — You’re used to observing Yang Jungwon from a distance. Campus golden boy, dance department star, the kind of person you warn your podcast listeners about—the ones that are too charming, too smooth, too easy to love. But then he starts looking back. Smiling at you across coffee shops. Sitting next to you in lectures. Texting you late at night. Before you know it, you’re in a relationship that feels too good to be true. And that’s because it is. He was supposed to make you fall for him. And he did. The problem? He fell too. (But love doesn’t erase betrayal, does it?)
[m] JAKE | deal with it | @m-hypen 12k — Your best friend, Jake, gets frustrated by your cockblocking and has you make up for it.
[m] NI-KI | every inch | @liuhsng 10.4k — ni-ki isn’t the type to dwell on annoyances. he fixes the problem, gets the job done, and moves on. but when you ask him to come over to help with a project you can barely finish—your deadline bleeding closer by the hour—while talking his ear off about your mutual friends, something ugly and possessive finally claws its way to the surface. maybe it isn’t annoyance at all. maybe it’s the last push he needs to stop holding back.
[m] SUNGHOON | love is cannibalism | @mssishipi 10k — “To love,” they said, “is to consume.”
[m] SUNGHOON | save a horse, ride a cowboy | @hoonkitti 10k — what's better than riding a big horse? ride the owner, and his bigger horse!
[m] NI-KI | fallen angel | @guliexe 9.1k — you were his softest secret in a world full of violence. and even bleeding out, he still only wanted to hold you.
[m] JAKE | shoreline | @guliexe 8.8k — surfer!au, you've loved jake for years, but he's never looked at you the way you wish he would. one summer night, he finally does, and everything changes.
JAY | the prince of polo | @khioneee 8.5k — after a fall in the field, his polo career is at risk. you're the sports therapist assigned to his recovery.
[m] JUNGWON | needy | @jaysbaefie 8.4k — in which jungwon gets too drunk, too honest, and far too handsy, and somewhere between the pulled-over car and the way he begs for you, everything you thought you knew starts to snap.
SUNGHOON | right next door! | @gyuuberryy 8.1k — you and park sunghoon have been tangled in hogwarts' most explosive rivalry since fifth year—all duels in corridors and sabotaged potions and lingering stares across the great hall. now in your last year, you're forced to share prefect duties, and between his infuriating teasing and surprisingly caring moments, you can't decide if you want to hex him or kiss him. but when old wounds resurface and the line between rivalry and something else blurs, you'll have to confront why his attention still makes your pulse race—and whether some bridges are better left burned.
[m] JUNGWON | intact | @dollhoonki 7.8k — yours and jungwon's union is pre-destined, foretold by the founding fathers of your commune. despite your initial hesitations towards him, you learn to love him, as he embraces you - in more ways than one. with your wedding approaching soon and the departure of your best friend, your mind is a mess. with one decision you make costing you that destiny, it's up to jungwon to do whatever it takes to keep it intact - even if that means revealing skeletons buried deep inside of your mind.
[m] JAKE | dancing with our hands tied | @ikeukiss 7.7k — What began as a simple friends-with-benefits situation with your brother's best friend has turned into something deeper, and you now find that your emotions are more complicated than you initially thought.
[m] JAY + SUNGHOON | friends to worry about | @intromortal 7.3k — heeseung hasn't been the best boyfriend, and the further apart you two grow, the closer you get to his best friends. all you need is for him to slip up one last time to finally make your fantasies come true.
[m] HEESEUNG | dirty little secret | @sincerelyneo 7k — Hooking up with the hot soccer player who doesn’t believe in labels (and just so happens to be your brother’s best friend) obviously had to stay a secret. His rules, not yours. And it’s easy…until Heeseung starts acting like any other guy who so much as looks at you is a problem. Because apparently, he doesn’t do labels. But he does do jealousy.
[m] SUNOO | the best friend syndrome | @si3rren 7k — you always thought sunoo was off-limits—sweet, soft, possibly into guys. you undressed in front of him, slept beside him, teased him without shame. but the moment jealousy breaks him, you realize he’s not safe. he’s obsessed. and he’s been waiting to take you for years.
[m] JAKE | the giver | @sincerelyneo 6.5k — Something doesn’t sit right when Jake hears his childhood best friend’s back in town. It’s worse when he finds out your city-boy boyfriend dumped you. But what really sends him over the edge is learning that the asshole never got you off once during your entire relationship. And as a self-proclaimed giver… Jake’s pretty damn set on fixing that himself.
[m] JAY | backseat | @jaysbaefie 6.2k — in which your older brothers best friend finally stops teasing you and shows you just how much he wants you.
[m] JUNGWON + JAKE | final girl | @xoseong 5.7k — When you agreed to cleaning up the aftermath Halloween night left on Moonstruck Theater, you expected a calm shift with little distractions. But that all changes when a mysterious car pulls into the parking lot, and suddenly you don’t feel so calm anymore.
[m] JUNGWON | the one he waited for | @cbeargyu 5.3k — when you’re finally forced to confront the simmering attraction between you and jungwon, your brother’s best friend, the result is unexpected. one late-night encounter, charged with tension, ends up crossing a line neither of you thought you’d dare. what started as a playful game turns into something deeper and more intense, and now there’s no going back.
JAKE | way back home | @sjyuns 5.1k — breaking news! the friendly neighbourhood superhero spider-man has been caught trying to swing into a girl’s heart — but why is he failing miserably?! is this the spider-man we all know and love? or has our hero lost his spark? or in which sim jaeyun asks you, his best friend out, forgetting that he was still in his spider-man suit.
[m] JAKE | no doubt | @vampelic 5k — jake having an awful reputation with being head over heels.
JUNGWON | breakaway | @wispyn 5k — you’re a sweetheart, which makes you the most popular girl in school. and that has perks, being with the most popular guy in school. what was once a beautiful relationship, suddenly turned toxic and abusive. as a final senior project, you’re partnered up with the one and only—yang jungwon. the nerdiest yet sweetest boy. and the more you hang out with him, the more your heart suddenly heals.
[m] HEESEUNG | the color violet | @velvetdolor 4k — You’ve always liked that Heeseung is cool and calculated—easy, uncomplicated. He’s the ex you can still run to, the Casanova who somehow never held a grudge after you left him the moment things got too serious, too close for comfort. But on an unsuspecting night, you slip back into his life with your usual storm of chaos—crocodile tears, mascara running—and something in his composure finally cracks. In the violet haze of the party, two avoidant storms collide, and the night confesses everything left unsaid.
JUNGWON | hesitation | pt. 2 | @stllmnstr 3.7k — university au, reader is three years older than jungwon
SUNGHOON | drabble | @babyjinsu 3.4k — 90s couple and their toxic arguments
HEESEUNG | fiend | @sa1co 2.8k — Heeseung may be addicted to the drugs, but you're addicted to him in a way that'll probably kill you too.
SUNGHOON | pink white lilies | @hoonkitti 2.5k — you were born into silk and scandal. sunghoon wasn't born to be noticed at all.
[m] JAKE | leave me wanting | @elikajinnie ??k — The tension with Jake has been building for months. You try to ignore it, to play it safe. But when another ruined date ends in a heated confrontation, the truth slips out and so do his hands. One kiss, and suddenly, pretending you don’t want him isn’t an option anymore.
[m] JUNGWON | a crown between us | @wonsiwon ??k — in the halls of the palace, where secrets are dressed in silk and love is the greatest betrayal, a maid finds herself caught in a dangerous entanglement with the crown prince, jungwon. though bound by duty and royalty, their stolen glances and whispered promises bloom into something neither can escape. but when the queen announces his arranged marriage, everything shatters.
[m] HYUNG LINE | drabble | @drunkhazed-archive
[m] JUNGWON | heartbeat | @s4ilorrr — You only signed up for biology because you thought it’d be an easy A. You didn’t expect Jungwon, your too perfect for his own good lab partner, to turn a simple heart rate experiment into something you’ll be thinking about long after the monitor stops beeping.
[m] JAKE | puppy princess | @bambiihee — jake agrees to watch heeseung's puppy hybrid while he's away.
JAKE | drabble | @xoami — In which, Jake is down bad for his older classmate, and it becomes almost too much.
JUNGWON | safe and sound | @thatfeelinwhenyou — Navigating one year post-apocalypse, when the dead began to walk and the living proved to be no better, you decide that trust is a luxury you can no longer afford. But after a run-in with a group of seven peculiar survivors, you learn that there are bigger problems than just the undead roaming the streets. You also start to wonder if there’s more to survival than simply staying alive.
JAKE | the law of unintended consequences | @chogiwow — astrophysicist!jake x assistant!reader; posits that actions often have unforeseen and unanticipated effects, which may be positive, negative, or neutral, that are not part of the actor's original intent.
[m] SUNGHOON | my baby is a bird | @paarksunghoon — Is three years enough time to heal and move on? Just when you think you’ve got your life figured out, Sunghoon comes barging in and disrupting the peace you’ve built for yourself in the name of fixing his mistakes. It stirs up old feelings and dangerous habits, but Sunghoon is determined to show you that you’re the only one for him, and he’ll do whatever it takes to make you love him again.
[m] JAKE | tell me lies | @baekguwu — Keeping Jake Sim off-limits should’ve been easy. He was your twin’s best friend, the one line you swore you’d never cross. But one reckless night was all it took to ruin that promise, and now you’re trapped in a secret you don’t want to quit. Worse? Your big and one of your closest friends has been obsessed with Jake for years, and as far as everyone else knows, she’s the only one who’s ever had a real shot with him. So you lie to everyone, over and over, and find that the deeper you sink, the easier it feels because maybe the truth is uglier than you’ll ever admit.
[m] JAKE | nicest guy | @heejamas — SMAU; you decide to go to your first college party after two years, and after having to take care of two different drunk men, your college life changes drastically.
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+ shamelessly, a lil smth smth I wrote... just in case you have more time to kill o.o
SUNGHOON | as far and close as here | 21.3k — you meet sunghoon at twelve, fall in love with him at thirteen, and get your heart broken at eighteen. a collection of summer vignettes, some growing up with him as your lover and some without. you never expected that years later, you would be forced to look him in the eye as he recounts what his life has been like without you. [in otherwords] a story about piecing together what it means to love someone who left, and learning that fate has a funny way of bringing people back together again.
summary: you’ve been asking your boyfriend to take down a bookshelf for months, but every time he gets to it, something comes up and the world needs your boyfriend. you decide enough is enough, so you decide to do it yourself. it’s going well until you fall and get hurt, and you hide the injuries from him because you don’t want to worry him. he finds out anyway.
content warning: reader falls and gets crushed by a bookshelf and bruises her ribs, abuse of painkillers, crack treated seriously, humour turning into angst and hurt/comfort, Clark is an idiot, Superman is reliable but Clark Kent isn’t, established relationship, Clark Kent is hopelessly in love with you, he’s just dumb sometimes. suggestive content — oral, f!receiving; nothing explicit but still heavily implied, mdni. black cat reader + golden retriever (cat?) clark kent
word count: 6.8k words
note: this was supposed to be silly and shorter but oops! things got a bit out of hand. written in one day and absolutely not reread, don’t mind typos or inconsistencies! >.<
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Dating a superhero is not for the faint of heart. Don’t get it wrong, you love Clark Kent, and you love dating him, even if sometimes the weight of the entire world plays third wheel between the two of you (sometimes it even felt like you were the third wheel). It’s okay, you knew what you were getting into.
You actually love that Clark Kent has such a bleeding heart, and that he’s so kind and so helpful.
But you also really wish he would stop disappearing every time he finally has to take down that bookshelf that was hovering dangerously..
It seemed like a cruel trick of fate, truly, how every time he finally agreed to do it, something in the other side of the world comes up, and he looks at you with a guilty and sheepish grin before he wears his suit and leaves you behind, you and that stupid bookshelf you couldn’t use anymore and only looked ugly.
You probably would have gotten this over with months ago if you’d done it on your own, but no, you were stupid and you decided to trust your boyfriend. It’s your fault, really, for believing him when he said he would do it. What kind of girlfriend did that? What kind of self-respecting, independant, strong and smart woman did that? Really, you only have yourself to blame.
“I’m really sorry, sweetheart,” he says, and he really looks apologetic and guilty when he apologizes, and you hate that it makes it so much harder to truly be mad at him.
“It’s fine, just go,” you reply. You’re waiting for him to leave so you can finally get rid of that monstrosity in the living room.
He smiles, thinking he got away with it. He doesn’t know it’s because you decided to do it yourself.
“I love you so much baby. I swear to you I’m doing anything you want me to do as soon as I come back,” he promises, eager and hopeful and genuine, and he cups your face gently between his too big hands and he kisses you on the forehead gently, as if you would shatter if he’d applied the tiniest bit of pressure.
You can’t help but snort. Not meanly, just… he always says that. And while it’s mostly true, it apparently doesn’t apply to that damn bookshelf. Why? Absolutely no idea. You remember one day when Clark had literally mowed the lawn instead of fixing the damn shelf. What was wrong with him? Was the shelf made of kryptonite or what?
You’re proud of yourself for not sounding petty or annoyed.
“Go save the world, big boy. The world needs you.”
So did you, but not anymore. You can do anything on your own. You don’t need stupid otherworldly powers for that.
“I love you, sweetheart,” he repeats.
“I love you too. Now go before the unthinkable happens.”
He’s gone in a flash, as if he was only waiting for your permission. There he goes, probably away for the rest of the day.
You push your sleeves back and get to work.
It starts easy enough. The shelf was already cleaned and ready to be thrown away. All it needed was a strong pair of arms, and a long ladder.
You got this.
You don’t got this.
The ladder was probably older than Clark’s home planet and it stood shakily like it had a goddamn cold, but it was tall enough and it was sturdy enough for the job. Screwdriver in hand, you started unscrewing the screws (how many times were you going to say that word?), thinking to yourself that Clark was an idiot for putting this off for so long. There’s literally nothing difficult about this – or dangerous, if you didn’t count the ladder’s strange composition, and honestly, it doesn’t even count, because if it were him doing this, he wouldn’t even have needed it in the first place.
Everything was going perfectly well. You were halfway done with the screws and you were thinking of taking a small break (totally deserved, in your humble and completely unbiased opinion), when Superkitten decided that the ladder was a pair of legs, and he started rubbing himself all over it, making it even less stable than it already was.
“Superkitten, go away!” you try telling him, but of course, Superkitten answered to no one.
He’s sharpening his claws now against the splintering wood and you suddenly have the clearest vision of your demise. Dying because your stupid (God bless his stupid little heart) cat used your ladder as a scratching post.
Everything happens so fast you barely had time to think, only act, and you’re gripping onto the shelf for dear life and next thing you know, you’re on the floor. Superkitten had fled the crime scene the moment the ladder fell and you hung onto the bookshelf.
You’re not proud of it but your last thought before the wood quite literally crushes you into oblivion is: serves Clark right.
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You’re not really sure how long you’ve been unconscious for, but when you come to your senses, the sun is barely starting to set and Superkitten is licking your face. He must have been going at it for a long while because your skin felt raw. At least someone was worried about you, though, if the low whining coming from your cat was anything to go by.
“I’m up, I’m up,” you tell him, trying to reassure him. You try to lift a hand to pet him but pure agony blocks you from moving.
Now that you think about it, your chest hurts and you have a hard time breathing with the broken pieces of wood littered your body like a blanket. A painful, not warm at all, not soft blanket. If you have to have a not soft blanket, you would rather have Clark draped all over you again.
Clark. Ugh. This is all his fault. If he’d fixed the shelf when you’d told him to, you wouldn’t be in this situation.
You hope you haven’t broken any ribs. You need your ribs for baking.
Superkitten’s whining has gotten louder now, probably scared because you’re awake but you’re not moving, and your heart breaks a little. You didn’t mean to worry him.
Summoning all of your strength, you push the wood off of you (you want to scream but you don’t because Clark would definitely hear that and you really, really don’t want him to see you in this situation).
“There,” you breathe out to no one but yourself, your arms falling limp to your side, weak from the strain. You can finally breathe again, at the cost of your arms.
It takes you a longer time to move again. Thankfully you don’t think your ribs are broken (you’re not a professional but you’re pretty sure the pain would be more unbearable than this) but they’re definitely bruised. You feel like a giant bruise, honestly. You guess there won’t be any sexy times with Clark any time soon. You scoff at the thought. Why are you thinking about that? Besides, Clark definitely doesn’t deserve any sexy time for being the world’s most unreliable boyfriend. Bruised ribs or not.
You want to throw everything away but you’re not sure you’d be able to bend down, so first you make your way, slowly and painstakingly, to the bathroom where you first swallow half of a pill of Clark’s heavy duty painkillers (probably a bad idea, but you have a very good reason for being stupid, and you’re not going to waste it — you love bad decisions, especially when you’re not responsible for them) and then check the reach of the damage.
Gingerly, you lift your shirt up.
One giant bruise. You literally became a Smurf.
Thirty minutes later, the painkiller has fully kicked in and you decide to get rid of the incriminating evidence. Honestly, you should be mad at Clark for gatekeeping these painkillers when you have period cramps. He’s had these all this time and he never even offered once? Rude. Cruel. Blatant abuse.
Is it normal that your heartbeat is so fast? And that you feel kind of delirious? Probably. You just got crushed half to death, so it would make sense that your body’s in a state of shock.
Superkitten hasn’t left your side ever since you woke up on the floor, and it tugs at your heartstrings. He’s obviously shaken.
“I’m so sorry baby,” you whisper to him, scratching his cheeks with both hands. “Mommy’s not gonna do that ever again, I promise. That was really stupid of her, wasn’t it? No, you’re right. Daddy’s the stupid one. This is all his fault.”
He meowed, which was all the confirmation you needed.
“Let’s go to sleep,” you whisper to him.
You change out of your clothes to put on your favorite sweater (Clark’s old college shirt) because even if you’re still a little pissed at him, you’re still hopelessly in love with him, even if he doesn’t deserve it (lie), and you curl up in his side of the bed, body wrapped around a purring Superkitten, wishing Clark was here right now.
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“The shelf is gone,” Clark says, a little dumbly.
“What are you talking about?” you reply.
You know exactly what he’s talking about, but you don’t really want to talk about what happened (the bruises are agonising and you don’t dare take more of Clark’s painkillers after you spent the entire night with your knees on the bathroom floor, hugging the toilet bowl as you emptied your entire stomach — bile and intestines), and quite frankly, you just want to mess with him a little bit.
“You know, the bookshelf! The one in our living room?”
You look at him, feigning concern, and you touch his forehead with the back of your palm, hiding the wince as the movement pulls your muscles. “Are you sure you didn’t take a nasty hit to the head, baby?”
He huffs, looking adorably indignant, and he crosses his big arms over his chest.
He’d come back a couple of hours ago while you were still asleep, and he’d joined you in bed, gathering you in his arms like you were his favorite bouquet, holding you until you woke up. Then, he spent close to an hour just kissing every inch of your face and neck. When he tried to pull your shirt away, you stopped him with a hand to his face without a word, because you knew Clark would stop without a word. Even in your half asleep state and the numbing pain you’d remembered he couldn’t see you underneath your shirt.
And now you’re fully awake, and he hasn’t stopped following you, pestering you about the shelf. I’ll fix it now for you baby, he says, blissfully unaware and earnest in his desire to do things right by you.
But there’s no bookshelf anymore. It’s gone, and he seems to have a hard time understanding it, because his very core can’t compute the fact that you may be lying to him.
“Where’s the shelf, baby?” he asks, whining. “What happened to it?”
“There’s no shelf, Clark,” you say, as if you’re talking to a baby that’s prone to hysterics.
“Yeah, there’s no shelf now, but there was one! Remember? The shelf I was supposed to take down but then every time I tried to, something came up?”
That irked you. “Oh so now you remember,” you say, and it might have been a mistake because he wasn’t supposed to know you felt as strongly about it as you did. You were supposed to be cool and chill, and most importantly, self-reliant and independent.
His face switches almost instantly, from confused to kicked puppy. “I’m sorry baby, I really am. I was going to fix it, I swear, but then I heard—”
“I know, I know,” you reply, a little more irritated than you would normally be, and it’s partly due to the pain and partly due to the fact that he is right. You can’t get mad at him for wanting to make the world a better place. “That was a job for Superman, yadda yadda, I get it, I know, you can shut up about it now. Forget about the shelf. Forget I ever asked you to help me. I fixed it myself, so you don’t have to keep leading me on with it. Let’s just move on. I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”
Is it possible to get addicted from just taking one half of a pill? Your head is killing you, and your ribs feel like they’re closing in on your lungs and heart, and having Clark hover around you like this, with his stupid morals and values and too pure heart only made everything worse.
Scratch addiction — was it possible to get withdrawal from just one half dose?
You take three normal painkillers. Maybe the right decision would be to go to the ER but you’re too deep into this, and you really, really don’t want Clark to find out about your ribs and have to deal with his guilt again.
You love him, you really do. But you just wish you could take a normal breath again without almost passing out from pain alone.
If he’d fixed that damn shelf months ago like you’d asked him, you wouldn’t be in this situation. You know you could have done it yourself, but he’d made you promise you wouldn’t do that, and unlike some people, you actually kept your promises. If he’d kept his, you wouldn’t be mad at the love of your life, and you wouldn’t be thinking about swallowing all of Clark’s painkillers.
You make the mistake of looking at Clark’s face, and the misery and heartbreak you see on it almost brings you to your knees. If the physical pain didn’t do you in, then his pain so clearly etched onto his angelic features certainly would.
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You love Clark but you hate his guilt. You hate the kicked puppy look on his face whenever he thinks you’re not watching. You hate how he gets quieter, more overbearing, as he tries to fix things by overcompensating.
Dinner is a matter of awkward silence and grating sounds from cutlery against plates. He made dinner. He really wanted to, even if it was usually your role to make dinner. You let him because frankly, you’re over this whole thing.
The dinner is good but it tastes like ashes to your tastebuds. You keep thinking about his painkillers in the bathroom. The ones you were never supposed to take because they weren’t made for humans. You wonder if he would ever notice half of one missing. You wonder how he would react.
When you go to sleep, he tries to hug you from behind but you flinch so hard (not at him, just at the expectation of the pain that was soon to follow) that he literally makes a noise. A small, wounded, noise at the back of his throat.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m so sorry.”
Yeah, you’re sorry too.
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You can’t stay mad at Clark for too long. It’s against your nature.
So when he makes dinner for the third night in a row, and buys you all of the items on your whishlist, and does a million tiny other little things that make you feel like you’re the only girl in the world, and he gets down on his knees to sincerely ask for your forgiveness, and he tells you how much of an idiot he’s been, you give in. Because idiot or not, you still loved your boyfriend. So much that it sometimes hurt.
“I forgive you,” you tell him, and watching him smile is like seeing the first rays of sunshine break through dark stormy clouds after a dark season.
“I love you so much, sweetheart. More than you could ever know, even if I’m an idiot sometimes. I genuinely was going to do what you asked, I swear, but I guess I just didn’t see how important it was to you.”
He’s so sweet, and he’s so kind, and you don’t know how you’re going to keep hiding your ribs from him without breaking his heart. It’s obvious he already feels bad enough for not taking what you ask of him seriously; he already feels bad enough that you ended up doing something he was supposed to do.
Knowing you got hurt, indirectly because of him, would crush him.
“I love you, Clark. And I appreciate your words,” you reply, and you try to forget about the bruises under your shirt that seem to flare up, in sync with your guilt.
“I am the luckiest man on earth and the galaxy,” he whispers against your neck. “And I was too stupid to see it. Never again, sweetheart. Never again. I don’t even have a proper excuse, other than I was being an idiot.”
His hand trails beneath your shirt. He grazes your ribs and when you shiver, he thinks it’s from pleasure.
“You’re warm,” he says.
Yeah, because my skin is tender and sore and swollen, and even your softest touch feels like fire against my skin.
“I run hot,” you reply.
“Or… maybe I make you hot,” he says, in that distinctive way of his; both confident and boyish, both suave and sheepish, like he’s still not sure whether he’s allowed to be like this around you.
“Don’t flatter yourself. I’m still mad at you, remember?”
And he pouts. This oversized man, who can lift buildings, who can destroy civilisations with one vision ray, who is on his knees for you, is honest to God pouting, eyes looking at you through his eyelashes, eyes downturned like you’d just told him Krypto hated me. “But you forgave me,” he says— or rather, he whines.
“Did I?” you ask, smirking despite the tender ache beneath your breasts. He always did make everything better.
“You’re so cruel to me my love. And yet, something is wrong with me because I love it.”
You brush his messy curls over his forehead, and he all but melts against your touch, and you scratch at his scalp like you do to Superkitten.
It’s not the first time that you make the comparison. Superman and Superkitten. Both a little dumb, both full of love for you.
He rests his head on your thighs and you keep playing with his hair. It’s soft and silky and it always smells nice. He always denies it but you’re ninety-nine percent sure he steals your vanilla scented shampoo. You rasp your fingernails against his scalp, and he lets out a contented sigh.
“I love you, sweetheart. I don’t deserve you, but I’ll work hard on becoming a man worthy of you.”
And there’s something wrong with this sentence, because why would the man who saves the planet on a daily basis not be worthy of you? Who even are you? But still, his words break something tender inside your chest, and your heart spills like ink on paper.
“I love you too, Clark,” you tell him, because it’s all you’re able to say before your throat closes up and your eyes sting.
I should have waited for him, you thought to yourself. I shouldn’t have tried to do it on my own, and I shouldn’t have snapped at him the way I did.
Now you hurt him, and yourself.
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Clark Kent is, by definition, a clingy man. No one would never know because on the surface, he almost looks put together — aside from his clumsiness and his fool act that stopped fooling you a long time ago.
Ever since he confessed to you and asked you out and you gave him permission, it’s like all his restraints came off. A kiss on the lips were just the tip of the iceberg. When you guys go grocery shopping, he refuses to let you hold anything, and he holds everything with one hand just so he can hold yours with his free hand.
He kisses you on your eyelids, on your nose, on your cheeks, on your forehead. Anytime, anywhere, for no reason other than he just felt like it.
He never once made you doubt his love because, as cynical as you are, even you can’t deny the love pouring off him in waves whenever he sees you.
Whenever he has to write an article, he always manages to sneak in something only you would understand. Each sentence would start with a letter that would then form a secret message for you.
I LOVE YOU
SWEETHEART
LOVELY
Clark Kent is in love with you. You know that. The world knows that, because he has no issue with showing it to the world. In fact, he has issue if he can’t show you off.
It’s Saturday morning and neither of you has work. It’s a lazy morning, with sun rays draped over your bodies like nature’s own blanket. His arm is draped over your thigh— thigh that’s draped over his own hip. Mornings with him felt like a game of Twisters in the best way possible.
You can feel him, heavy and hot, right against your crotch. He’s big. Bigger than anything you’ve ever seen. He bucks his hips, and you’re not sure if he’s even aware that he’s doing it.
Clark Kent is a clingy man, but also a relentless one. He can never get enough. Awake, asleep, his mind’s always attuned to your presence. He always wants you.
It doesn’t take you too long for your body to adjust, to react. Your hips respond in kind, and you watch as a smile unfurls on his face. He looks like the world’s largest, and most satisfied, cat in the world.
“Good morning, my love,” he whispers, voice hoarse and thick from sleep. It’s so deep you feel like it could rumble against your chest. His hands are travellers, mapping each inch of your skin from touch alone. This, I love. This, I love too, he seems to say with his hands.
You shiver again. Pleasure and pain mingle together.
“Morning,” you reply. You’ve never been the early riser between the two of you, and mornings make you feel it.
Then, he disappears from your side, and he appears again between your legs, your thighs bracketing his head, draped over his shoulders like the world’s naughtiest cape. He’s looking at you expectantly, and heat exploses in your lower belly. He’s so big that your thighs are already stretched apart, just to accommodate him.
With one thumb, he slides your panties to the side.
Your head falls back on your pillow, and you twist and grasp the mess of his curls between your fingers.
His hands, large and safe and big and warm, are on each side of your hips, and his thumbs slide underneath your shirt. His face disappears between your legs, and your hips stutter involuntarily.
He tries to go further with his hands, but you stop him. You hold his hands in yours, and close your legs around his neck. You know he loves the feeling of you crushing him with your thighs, and you need to distract him from trying to take your shirt off, because you also know that he likes having you bare and naked, so he can play with your breasts freely. He doesn’t like being caged by your shirt.
But your bruises have gotten worse, and you can’t show him, not when he’s finally moved on and stopped feeling guilty every time your eyes meet his.
He bites the inside of your thigh when he feels that you’re not all there with him.
“Focus, sweetheart,” he demands, lips swollen and shiny. “Eyes on me.”
And what else can you do when he speaks to you like this except obey?
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“You hate me,” he pouts.
“What?” you ask, laughing in disbelief. “You just had your head between my legs and you think I hate you?”
He hasn’t even washed up yet. His lips are shiny and glossy and they smell of you.
“But you won’t let me wash you,” he explains. “You hate me, admit it, my love. You only use for my tongue and—”
You blush, and cover his — sticky — mouth with your hands. “Shut up!”
His mouth can’t move but his eyes smile for him.
“Let me shower with you, baby, please. I’m begging you,” he pleads, the moment you take your hands off his lips and you your hands against your shirt.
“No.”
“Ouch,” he pouts. “Just no? I don’t even get a reason?”
“You’ve been a bad boy,” you lie. “Bad boys don’t get to shower with me.”
He gasps. “You’ll never let me live it down, will you?”
“Not for another four weeks, no.”
This time, he just laughs, taken by surprise by the specificity of your answer. “That’s so specific, baby. Why four weeks?”
You raise one shoulder. “I just felt like it.”
It’s a lie. You said four weeks because Google said bruised ribs took six weeks to recover, and it’d already been almost two weeks. But you can’t exactly tell him that, can you?
“Fine. I guess I deserve that. But you should know I’m going to miss you terribly while you’re showering in there, all alone, without me, without anyone to scrub your back for you because you’re all alone.”
You push his face away with your hand again. He loves being manhandled by you. “I think I’ll manage, lover boy. But thank you for the concern.”
He watches you close the bathroom door like a sad puppy being left behind.
They always say things get worse before they get better, and you hope that’s the case with your ribs. The longer you look at it, the more ashamed you felt. Falling from a stupid ladder. Trying to hold onto a broken shelf. It’s no one’s fault but yours. Clark didn’t make you grab that screwdriver and climb on that ladder. He didn’t make you fall. You did. You thought that an old and unstable ladder was good enough for the job, and you tried to hold onto the shelf you’d just spent twenty minutes unscrewing from the wall to not fall.
All of this is on you. The pain, the anger, the sadness, the shame.
You don’t know why but under the shower you break into tears. The instant the hot drops of water touch your skin, it’s like a faucet is turned on. Your ribs hurt with the weight of your sobs. Maybe it’s the pain, maybe it’s keeping it secret from him when all you want is to be cared for by him. You don’t know. You’re being stupid, and you’re so glad Clark is too much of a gentleman to use his superheating when you’re under the shower on your own, because you’re really not sure how you would have lied your way out of that.
Only a few more weeks. Your bruising is going to disappear soon, and you would no longer have to avoid Clark anymore.
By the time you’re out of the shower, Clark is cleaned up and dressed (well, he’s shirtless, but he did put pants on), and he’s busy sliding the last chocolate chip pancake he’d made onto a pile of steaming pancakes. It’s your favorite breakfast. The jar of Nutella is already out on the table, and he’s got hot chocolate ready for you as well.
He has a towel thrown over his shoulder, and you know he put it there on purpose, because you’d told him once that it made you go kind of crazy whenever he did that.
You slide on the barstool with barely a wince. You’re smiling so big your cheeks hurt.
“What’s this?” you ask him.
“Breakfast for my one and only.”
“What happened to you thinking I hated you?”
“Well, I figured if you really hated me, I had better start treating you like the princess you are.”
“Aren’t you just smart?”
He preens under the praise, and the sight of the red dusting on his cheeks makes everything else a little easier to bear.
“I hope you like the pancakes. I tried my best.”
“They look fantastic,” you reply immediately. You’re not lying. And even if they looked ugly, you wouldn’t care, because he’d made them for you, because he knew they were your favorite.
“Thank you, Clark.”
He gets closer to you and kisses you on the forehead. “Anything for you, my princess. I mean it.”
You believe him. You’ve always believed him.
You don’t know what the hell you did to deserve a man like him.
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“You okay?” he asks you a couple of days later, completely out of the blue.
“Uh, yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”
Your stupid heartbeat’s going to expose you if you don’t calm it right now.
He notices. Of course he does. He’s attuned to you like he’s a radio and you’re his favorite channel.
“It’s just… I saw two sheets of painkillers in the trash. Empty. I’d never seen you use that many before. Are you sure you’re okay?”
He’s too kind to mention your heartbeat going crazy inside your ribcage, like it’s trying to escape. It’s a wonder, you think, that it doesn’t actually hurt your ribs.
He knows. He must know about the half dose of his painkillers that you took. Knowing him, he probably checked everything in the shelves behind the bathroom mirror.
You can’t think of a lie on the spot. “My- my headaches were getting worse,” you say. You hope he doesn’t think it too suspicious, because he already knows you’re prone to headaches. It’s why you have so many painkillers in the first place. “But I’m feeling better, now. I think they’re gone for good.”
It’s true, in a way. Your rib pain is almost gone. The bruises are mostly for show, at this point.
“Oh baby, why didn’t you tell me? I could have helped you,” he asks, gentle frown between his eyes, and it breaks your heart, to be the one to put that worry there on his beautiful face.
“Sorry… I’m sorry Clark. It wasn’t really a big deal. I’ll tell you next time, though. I promise.”
He stands up from the couch and walks over to you. “Thank you, sweetheart.” He bends down to kiss your forehead. “And I’m sorry you’ve been hurting this badly. Next time, don’t take that much painkillers, okay? I’m not telling you what to do, but they aren’t good for your health, and I’m worried about you. Come to me, and I’ll make you herbal teas and give you massages, okay?”
“Okay,” you croak out.
The guilt is going to eat you alive.
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In a way, you’re almost glad when fate decides to take reigns over your life and exposes your lie to Clark.
It happens like this: it’s Sunday afternoon, you’re in the kitchen washing the dishes you’d used to make Clark his favorite cake while he’s in the backyard doing Clark Kent stuff, and then he comes back inside through the kitchen door, and he’s smiling at you and then standing right behind you. He puts his head above yours, because you’re the perfect size for that, and then, without warning, he wraps his arms around your ribs and lifts you up in the air.
It’s supposed to be cute, it’s supposed to be romantic. He’s happy to see you, and he loves you, and he loves to have you in his arms at all times.
You’re supposed to shriek in surprise to fake struggling while giggling and asking him to (not) put you back down.
What you’re not supposed to do, however, is gasp like he’d just crushed your ribcage, and double over in pain.
The effect is immediate.
“What’s wrong, are you okay?! Did I hurt you?”
You’d never heard him this panicked, this horrified. His biggest fear had always been to accidentally hurt you, physically or mentally, and this must seem like his worst nightmare come true.
Clark puts you down immediately on the ground, and he’s turning you gently so he can look at you, eyes raking up your body up and down to check for injuries.
You try to hide your ribs with your arms but it’s useless against his x-ray vision.
You can tell just from the tightening of his jaw that he saw it. He saw what you’d been trying to hide for the past couple of weeks.
“What happened?” he asked. His voice is strangely cold and distant. It’s — terrifying. “I know it’s not me because it looks old. Weeks old. What happened?” he repeated.
You’re standing there, frozen with fear, hands still soapy and dripping water all over the floor. “It’s nothing,” you reply. It’s your first instinct. To lie and pretend nothing is wrong.
“Don’t lie to me,” he says. His voice is quiet but almost menacing. “I can see it clear as day. You’re hurt. Tell me when, why, who or what.”
He’s starting to connect the dots, you think. He’s scared of your answer as much as he’s scared of you lying.
“I’m sorry,” you say, even though you’re not quite sure what you’re apologizing for. For hiding it from him? For not hiding it good enough from him?
“Baby, please,” he begs. His voice sounds wrecked.
“When I was taking the shelf down, our cat used the ladder as a scratching post, and it fell. I tried to hold onto the shelf but it broke under my weight. And it fell on my chest.”
He rubs a hand over his face as he starts pacing around the kitchen. “You’ve been hurting for two weeks and I had no idea,” he says. He sounds completely wrecked. “And it’s all my fault. If I’d just— why didn’t you tell me?”
“You were already feeling so guilty, I didn’t want to add on top of that. And it’s not your fault I fell and bruised my ribs. I didn’t want to worry you.”
“My emotions are mine alone to manage, okay? It’s not— God.” He stops moving, and he turns to look at you. “You shouldn’t have had to hide your pain from me just to spare me my feelings. I’m a grown man, I can take it. I can take anything you throw at me. But don’t hide from me, especially not because you think you’re protecting me.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No, God, no, I’m sorry. Baby, I’m the one who should be apologizing to you. Did you… did you go see a doctor at least?”
“No. I just… I don’t know. I didn’t think about it but by the time I did, it was too late.”
“What if you’d broken a rib?” he asks.
“I didn’t. I checked myself. And it didn’t hurt as bad as it would if I’d broken a rib.”
His laugh is a mixture of disbelief and tears. “That doesn’t reassure me at all.”
“It wasn’t— it wasn’t meant to be reassuring. It’s just the truth.”
“Can I see?” he asks.
“You already did.”
“No, I need to see you. I need to be able to touch you.”
You lift up your shirt from the bottom and lift it slowly, revealing the nebula of purple and blue across your ribs, and Clark’s breath catches in his throat as he falls to his knees.
His hand hovers your skin. He doesn’t need to touch you for your skin to erupt in goosebumps.
“I’m so sorry,” he repeats. “I should have known. The painkillers, refusing to let me see you change, refusing to let me undress you. The signs were all there and I was too stupid to see it.”
“It’s not your fault,” you say weakly.
“Perhaps I didn’t make you fall, but I’m the one who pushed you to do something I was supposed to do for you, on your own. I’m the one who made you feel like you had to hide it from me to spare my feelings. I’m the one who failed you.”
“I’m the one who made the decision to hide it from you.” Your voice is weak to your own ears. You can’t blink at all. You’re staring at him, on his knees for you again in two weeks. Him apologizing to you twice in two weeks.
“No— you listen to me. Not any of this is your fault. I’m the one who’s been negligent and irresponsible. I’m the one who kept breaking my promise to you. I’m the one who’s made you bear something that was never yours to handle to begin with. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I do now. Unconsciously, I made you feel like you couldn’t be honest with me. And that’s unforgivable.”
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Clark refuses to let you lift a single finger. He’s helped you lay down in bed in a way that didn’t hurt your ribs and said,
“You can bully me and refuse to listen to me for the rest of our lives all you want but only after you’re okay. For now, just — please — humor me?”
Who are you to say no?
He calls his parents, and you can hear sweet Martha’s voice right from his phone because she always speaks loudly into the phone, worried you wouldn’t be able to hear her over the distance.
“Ma, I messed up,” he says.
You tune everything out while he asks his mom what he should do. And then he’s handing the phone to you because she said she wanted to talk to you, but Clark’s reluctant because he’s worried making you talk will hurt you more but you just roll your eyes at him and snatch the phone from his hand. Nothing will stop you from talking to her. And besides, your ribs are a lot better than they were. And Martha’s not exactly going to come out of the phone just to squeeze her ribs.
It’s fine.
Martha is lovely as always and she says five times that she’ll come on down to their place anytime you wanted, and that she could make your favorite cookies, and that she and Jonathan missed the both of you, and that she hoped you will be alright soon.
She ends the call with, “Come see us once you’re alright, darling. Smallville misses you.”
And it must be in their genes because you can’t say no to her either.
Clark had been standing there the entire time, probably using his superhearing to overhear the entire conversation. He’s worried, you can see it. There’s a crease between his eyebrows and he’s rubbing his thumb across his lower lip.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks you for the hundredth time since he found out about your ribs.
“Yes. Believe me when I say it, or I’ll never tell you about my injuries from now on.”
He gasps. “You plan on having more injuries?!”
God bless his poor sweet soul.
You roll your eyes so hard it hurts. “Just… make yourself useful and come spoon me.”
His body reacts instantly — so used to obeying you — before his mind catches up with him and he jerks. “But your ribs.”
“They’re fine. As long as you don’t plan on squeezing me again.”
He took off his shirt and pants before crawling into bed next to you. He’s sulking. “I told you I didn’t do it on purpose. I didn’t know about your ribs, otherwise I never would have tried to lift you that way. Promise me you’ll always tell me when you’re hurt. Or even when you’re not hurt. I just need to know how you’re doing at all times.”
“Right now, I’m feeling very, very lonely because my boyfriend refuses to cuddle me.”
“Ouch, but fair.”
Your words spur him into action and soon, his arms are ever so gently wrapping around you.
“I love you,” he whispers against your ear. “And I’m sorry for failing you. But I swear to you that I’ll make it up to you, and keep making it up to you till the day I die.”
“I love you too, even if you’re crazy dramatic sometimes.”
“Lucky me,” he whispers. The worst part is that he means it. He truly feels lucky because you love him. He’s an idiot, but he’s your idiot. “I’m the luckiest idiot in the entire world.”
It’s not even close to the end of the day and it’s too late for a nap, but your eyes start to flutter shut anyway. All you need is Clark by your side and his arms, light as feather, around you.
“And by the way, you’re banned from ever climbing on a ladder again,” he whispers into your ear, right as you’re about to fall asleep.
Idiot.
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summary: steve harrington is good at getting girls to moan for him. really good. always has been. but getting you to moan for him, or better yet, moan his name is his personal favorite achievement. even when it gets him into trouble.
or, five times steve made you moan throughout your relationship and one time you got caught.
warnings: mild smut, light angst, fluff, fem reader, oral (f!receiving), pet names, getting caught, friends to lovers, steve is pathetically in love, soft dom!steve (if you squint), domestic fluff, steve loves eating girls out, heavy making out, kinda proofread.
word count: 3k
a/n: a little bit of everything. love the little glimpses of steve throughout a relationship <3
minors dni.
The Bedroom
The low hum of the radio competes with the sound of Steve’s breath for your attention in the quiet of his bedroom. It’s Friday night—the kind usually filled with discussing monsters or chasing around middle schoolers—but tonight, it is just the two of you.
Steve has you on your back, hovering over you with his weight braced on his elbows. He pulls back to look at you; your lips looking swollen and thoroughly kissed. Your hair fanning out across his navy-blue pillowcase. Your eyes look up at him with an admiration he doesn’t feel he’s earned yet—or deserves at all, if he’s being honest. But when your eyes are on him, he feels like maybe he could be worthy of it. He wants to be.
He has pictured you here so many times, beneath him on his bed, spread across his comforter, tangled in his sheets with him. Finally having you here feels like a dream, and he needs a moment to take it in.
“You’re staring,” you say with a shy laugh, your thumb stroking the back of his neck where your hand rests. You roll your eyes, feeling your cheeks heat under his gaze.
“Prettiest girl in Indiana.” He raises his eyebrows, smirking down at you, fingers tracing along the skin of your cheek.
You feign your best look of dejection and whisper, “Just Indiana?” You hope your tone sounds as hurt as you want it to.
He falls for it, because he’s Steve.
His smile fades instantly and mild panic flashes in his eyes. “N-no, I didn’t mean it like that, I just—”
You giggle as he stammers and he groans then, burying his face in your neck. “You’re so mean.”
He bites you gently and you let out a little yelp that turns into a soft moan, fingers digging into the flesh of his bicep. He chuckles and lifts his head, resting his forehead against yours.
“You love it.” Your free hand reaches up to ruffle his hair. He never lets anyone touch his hair, but he lets you do it without batting an eye. You never mention it but it’s one of those things that holds more weight to you than you think he realizes.
“I love you,” he says without thinking, eyes boring into yours. His voice is painfully honest, like it’s the simplest thing in the world. The words falling out before he can catch them or think twice.
Your heart does a leap in your chest, your breath catching as the reality of his words sinks in. You know it, you feel it when he touches you, you see it in his eyes when he looks at you—but he hasn't said it yet. You’ve certainly been too afraid to say it first, though you’ve loved him as long as you can remember.
“I’m sorry, I just—” he begins, but you cut him off, pulling him down by his neck into a rough kiss. He pulls back slightly, trying to talk against your mouth, but you don’t let him.
“I love you too,” you murmur against his lips, laughing and shaking your head in disbelief.
He looks down at you in awe, mouth agape, eyes soft and full of emotion. Slowly, a wide, toothy, Steve Harrington smile spreads across his face. He laughs with you before wrapping himself around you, burying his face in your neck. Steve has never felt so lucky, or so loved, in his whole life.
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Lovers Lake
The view at Lovers Lake is as stunning as ever as the sun sets between the trees. It is as beautiful a view as you can get in Hawkins, the low sun casting a glow across the water that makes the atmosphere even more romantic. It’s one of those Indiana evenings where the heat doesn’t break even as the sun disappears; it lingers and clings to you.
Steve’s Beamer is parked just far enough off the path to be invisible to any passing cars, but close enough that the trees don’t stop the fading light from bouncing off the hood. Not that either of you are looking at your surroundings at the moment.
You are pressed firmly against the passenger door of the car, the familiar warmth of Steve’s chest against yours. One of his hands cradles the back of your neck while the other holds the small of your back, keeping you flush against him.
The kiss is dizzying. You can’t tell if the heat is from the outside air or the fact that every time Steve touches you, you feel like you are going to burn from the inside out. He tastes like the cherry Slurpee you shared at Hawk Theater earlier. Your fingers are hooked through the belt loops of his jeans, and every time you tug him a little closer, he lets out a low, ragged groan that makes your knees feel weak.
“Fuck,” he murmurs your name into your mouth in that way that always makes your heart flutter.
You chuckle breathlessly. “Can’t believe I’m all yours.”
He stills for a moment and pulls back to look at you, eyes darker than you’ve ever seen. He looks wrecked—cheeks flushed, hair tousled, and lips swollen. Your gaze shifts lower just briefly between your bodies to see his cock straining against his jeans; the sight makes your mouth water and your palms sweat.
“Say that again.”
“Can’t believe it,” you repeat, suddenly a little embarrassed by the statement.
He tilts his head. “Not that part.”
You gnaw on your lower lip and shrug. “I’m yours.”
The statement is casual because you are. You have been for a long time.
His eyes drop to your lips briefly and then he is on you again, his hand dropping from the back of your neck to the front of your throat—not squeezing, just resting there with a natural weight. “You’re gonna kill me, I swear,” he whispers before licking into your mouth so well that you can’t help the whimper that escapes you.
“That means those pretty little sounds are all mine, too.” The hand at your back slips under your shirt, gently kneading the soft skin there. His knee nudges your legs apart so he can rub against you right where you want to be touched most.
“Always, Steve,” you moan, your head falling back. His hand around your neck squeezes experimentally as you bare your throat for him. Your eyes roll back in your head, and your lips fall open at the euphoric feeling. The relinquishing of control—the realization of how much you trust him—hits you like a semi-truck.
Steve can’t even form words, so he just nods, his breath coming out in heavy puffs.
“So pretty, so perfect... I’m so lucky.” He rambles, drunk on you, rutting up against you, peppering sloppy, open-mouthed kisses along the bare skin of your shoulder.
It is a little reckless, but the way you love each other makes you that way. Maybe you should care, but in this moment, neither of you cares about anything besides the feel of each other and the possibility of forever.
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The Apartment
The kitchen of your modest apartment is filled with the smell of toast and bacon. Some Duran Duran song plays from the radio on the windowsill. You flip another piece of bacon as you bob your head and sway your hips to the beat.
“Did Henderson leave?” Steve pauses in the doorway of the kitchen, his eyes settling on you cooking and dancing. You look so in your element, so very much you, that it makes his heart ache.
“A few minutes ago. Why?” You furrow your brows, looking over your shoulder at him.
He groans in frustration. “That little shit. He stole my hairspray—my last can, too!” He runs a hand through his messy brown locks. “That is the last time he sleeps over.”
You roll your eyes and gasp dramatically, your voice dripping with heavy sarcasm. “Oh no! The King of Hawkins will have a flat mane for one whole day! What a tragedy. You know, I may just have to break up with yo—”
Steve doesn’t let you finish the sentence; he is on you as quickly as the words leave your mouth. He crosses the kitchen in two steps, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. He grabs you, spinning you around and plopping you onto the opposite counter. The cool tile is jarring as it hits your thighs, your feet dangling. A squeal of surprise leaves your mouth in the process.
“Steve! I’m gonna burn the bacon!”
“The bacon can wait,” Steve murmurs, stepping between your knees. His hands go to your hips to pull you flush against him.
“See how clearly you think without all that aerosol?” you tease, looking at him with pure mischief in your eyes as your hands come to rest against his chest.
He grabs your waist then, his fingers giving your ribs a squeeze. You jolt and let out a little yelp. The sarcasm dies in your throat as his gaze darkens, dropping to your lips. Your faces are so close that his breath mingles with yours.
“You’re a real comedian today, huh? Real brave.” He leans in, his lips brushing yours. You rush to catch his mouth, but he moves to the side, trailing his lips along your jaw to that spot just under your ear that makes your brain short-circuit.
God, it’s so much fun to tease him.
“Mmmhh.” The sound is low and soft from your closed lips as your head falls back, resting gently against the cabinets.
The sound only spurs him on. He nips at your collarbone, his breath so hot against your skin that it makes you shiver. “You like that?”
“You know I do,” you respond breathily, your voice shaking as you try to think straight. One of his hands slides into the back of your hair, fisting it just enough to pull, and he holds you there. His mouth moves back to your throat, peppering open-mouthed kisses over every inch of skin he can find.
Your eyes flutter shut, desire rushing through you. “Steve…”
“God, I love that sound,” he whispers, his voice dropping to that low, gravelly register that makes your toes curl. “Makes me want to forget that Robin will probably be home soon.” He sighs, resting his forehead against your shoulder.
You chuckle softly. “The door has a lock. We probably only have a few minutes, though.”
Steve doesn’t need to be told twice. He pulls back to smirk at you. “I can do a lot of damage in a few minutes.”
“That’s awfully cocky of you,” you scoff, raising your eyebrows.
“Challenge accepted. Lock the door, baby.”
—
The Phone Call
Steve is obsessed with eating you out. He has been from the moment you spread your legs for him for the first time. He loves spending ample time between your thighs. Some days he takes his time, making his way from your mouth to your neck, then to your chest, slowly working toward where you want him most. He loves to get you worked up first, wanting to hear you whine and arch for him; sometimes he even makes you beg a little so that by the time he arrives, you’re soaked for him.
Other days, he gives you no warning. One moment you’re kissing or lounging on the couch together, and the next, your legs are over his shoulders and he’s licking you so enthusiastically that you see black spots in your vision. Nothing else exists for him in those moments—just the taste of you on his tongue and the rest of the world muffled by your thighs pressed to his ears. His only focus is making you tremble. He is fueled by your praises and the euphoric sting of your fingers tugging on his hair.
Then there are days like today, which fall somewhere in between.
All you want to do is finish your phone call with Max. She called to ask for advice about a fight she and Lucas are having—something she does often—and you are always there for her. Your boyfriend, however, does not care. He has plans of his own.
You are leaning against the wall, one hand fiddling with the spiral phone cord. Suddenly, Steve is behind you, pressing his body against yours. His hands rub down your waist to your hips and then lower, before rising again to reach around and unbutton your jeans. You smile fondly at first, until you realize exactly what he is doing. Your eyes go wide and your cheeks flush instantly as he shucks your jeans down. And you let him—because, goddamn, this boy makes you crazy.
You can’t help the small gasp of surprise that leaves your lips as he rids you of your underwear and the cool air of the kitchen hits your bare skin. The sound causes Max to ask if you’re okay, but you don’t respond. Couldn’t form a goddamn word if you tried. Your chest heaves as you struggle to form even one coherent thought. Steve’s hand covers yours, pulling the phone from your grasp and bringing it to his ear.
“Hey, Max. Yeah, she’s gonna have to call you back,” he says into the receiver, his voice low as his chin hovers over your shoulder. You hear Max mutter her disgust before Steve chuckles and hangs up the phone.
“Damn kids, always taking my girl.” He mutters, more to himself than you, shaking his head and tucking your underwear into his back pocket. Christ.
Nervous excitement rushes through you.
He spins you so you are facing him, slowly lowering himself to his knees before you—a sight that makes your breath hitch. “Jesus, Steve.”
“What is it?” He asks, as if he doesn’t know. He hooks one of your legs over his shoulder as he looks up at you with hungry eyes. “You like the sight of me on my knees for you?” He leans forward to press a kiss right where you are nearly dripping for him.
Your head falls back with a broken moan, and you steady yourself with a hand against the wall.
“Nuh-uh, baby. Eyes on me,” he whispers, his hand grabbing your ass to pull you closer. “Want you to watch what I’m gonna do to you.”
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WSQK
You follow Steve into the sound booth, shutting the door behind you. He lets out a breath it seems he’s been holding since it was decided that the party is moving forward with his plan. The sky is quite literally falling, and the lot of you are going to smack right into it. The stakes feel high, and the impending risk—and possible grief—feels heavy. You lean against the edge of the soundboard and cross your arms, tilting your head as you look at him.
“I’m not even going to try and convince you not to go, because I know you won’t, and you’ll tell me to shove it, but—”
“Not a chance in hell—” you start, but Steve puts his hands up.
He takes a step forward, closing the gap until he’s right up against you, hands rubbing your arms comfortingly. “I know, baby. I know.” He pauses. “I just—” He sighs, rubbing one hand down his face.
“I don’t want you up there any more than you want me to be, Steve. But I go where you go. We do this,” you gesture around you, “together. Vecna or no Vecna.”
He swallows, his jaw clenching. “This is the most I’ve ever had to lose, and it scares the shit out of me.” He rests his forehead against yours, his eyes falling shut.
Your hand comes up to rest on his cheek. “Me too.” Your voice shakes noticeably.
“Promise you’ll stay close to me?”
“Always,” you respond.
His mouth is on yours—not gentle or tender, but rough and full of pent-up emotion. If a kiss could bruise, you think this one should. His hands fist in the fabric of your jacket as your back arches to meet him. You kiss back with the same fervor, pouring every ounce of desperation and fear into the movement of your mouth against his.
He lifts you slightly so that you’re sitting on the soundboard. Your hands scramble for purchase as you steady yourself, pushing buttons and flicking levers, but you couldn't care less. He nudges your legs apart with his own, pushing his hips between them. His mouth is demanding; his hands drop to your thighs, kneading the flesh through your pants while your fingers find purchase in his hair.
His mouth drops to your neck, sucking at the space below your ear that always makes you melt. “Steve,” you moan, your voice trembling softly.
“God, I will never get tired of hearing that,” he breathes against your skin.
Sudden banging on the glass makes you both jump apart, hearts racing. “We, on the other hand, are VERY tired of it!” Murray’s voice is muffled but discernible as he yells, throwing his hands around.
Steve steadies you as you nearly slide off the soundboard and into him. Mortification is the only word that can accurately describe what you feel as you gape at him in pure confusion and embarrassment.
“You’re on the mic, lovebirds!” Murray yells again, shaking his head and rolling his eyes as if you’re both idiots. He points to the speakers on the ceiling and the glowing ‘ON AIR’ light.
You bury your face in your hands as you feel the heat rush into your cheeks. Steve just shakes his head, rubbing his hands up and down your sides. “I just know Robin is somewhere cackling.”
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a/n: thank you for reading my garbage and letting me dream out loud. writing is what i love more than almost anything and even though it's terrifying to post, everyone on here has been so kind <3
hi everyone! since a lot of people asked, i decided to put together a list of some of my favorite heeseung fics on tumblr ♡ all credits go to the amazing writers — note: some fics contain 18+ content and heavier themes. please read all warnings carefully before reading.
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90 days of pleasure - @ham-st4r
coffee & cream - @ham-st4r
cumming of age - @enhaflixer
don’t leave again - @lovelee-evan
girlfriend simulator - @heejamas
hopeless - @star-sim
i don't want to be your roommate, i want to kiss your neck ⤷ @taeghi
i hate you - @ikeuverse
kiss me, he’s watching - @enhaflixer
know me - @junsfriend
nothing safe is worth the drive - @calumcxke
operation: how not to get the girl - @heesmiles
player rank: platinum - @simpjaes
pool party - @prod-ddeonu
siren sounds - @i2sunric
sky's the limit - @chenfleur
the brother's best friend trope - @taeghi
you plus me - @paarksunghoon
“just sit on my lap, it’ll be fine” - @jwonsite
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H.M : ATTRACTION GAME - (on wattpad)⟶this one is so peak you need to read it! highly recommended & my fav heeseung fic...
