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i'll walk through hell with you || Cha Hyun Su x Reader || Masterlist
You've known Hyun Su since high school — met him when he was the golden boy, left before he fell from grace. Running into him again, in the middle of the apocalypse, when you're so desperately alone, is a blessing to you.
It appears it's a blessing to him as well.
genre: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, eventual smut, slice of life
Walk me through your garden - a Yoo Taeyang imagine
A/N : happy 4th anniversary @yootaesowl 🤎 let's double it and then double it again.
Word count: will be added later.
Warnings: fluff, a bit suggestive so 18 + it is.
Summary: you and Taeyang just relax after a long day, enjoying the golden hour.
With your hand clasped in his, Taeyang leads you through the garden that you and him worked on for years to get to it where it's now.
You spot the bench under the oak tree and smile when Taeyang wipes the seat before he guides you to sit down, him quickly following and he grabs your legs to pull over his. "The cushions you bought feel like clouds under my butt." Taeyang says as he fully settles comfortable onto the bench.
At this spot - Taeyang surprised you with a couple of months ago - you can clearly see the garden in its full bloom. The pink peonies sway in the later summer wind, the petals glowing with the last drops of rain that look like little diamonds as the evening sun peaks before it fully sets for the day.
The peonies were the first flowers you and Taeyang planted. Taeyang at first said that it might be better to create a plan of what to plant and where to plant. Normally, you would have agreed - being someone that likes to plan ahead, this time you declined, shaking your head while telling him you knew where you wanted to plant your favourite flowers and then to go from there. It was fair to say that your boyfriend was surprised, he tilted his head to the side in confusion and knocked with his knuckle on the side of your head. "is it really you?"
You rolled your eyes at that and laughed, swatting his hand away, playfully so. "Yes, you should know that I know what I am doing." You told him, reaching for the package that had been standing on the table. Removing the tape, you showed him the seeds you bought online and he went through the packages like it were pages of a book he was reading. With a chuckle, he handed the seeds back to you and threw his arms around your waist, you automatically took a step forward. "I didn't say anything." He said with a grin, tugging you just a little closer to have that perfect distance to place a kiss right between your eyes. "as expected of my girl."
After that, project garden had started, most of the time you had been planting, digging your hands into the earth while Taeyang was away for any group activities and whenever he finished most of the time it was already past midnight. Going to work was most often than not before 7 a.m. too so in the end it was mostly you who worked on the garden. It's not that you minded, you loved working with plants and flowers, searching for any bird baths to place among the flora.
And now you're here, sitting on the bench Taeyang surprised you with after he finally got a break, together with him, enjoying the last couple of hours of the setting sun, waiting until the cool late summer breeze brings some relief.
Taeyang's hand sweeps up and down your leg, you watch how his eyes take in the sight, lingering on the bumblebees that enjoy their desert at the lavender café and you giggle. "Do you think it's a 3 star one?" you ask him, switching your leg with the other and that catches his attention when he feels his hand slip from your skin.
"Huh?" he sounds confused, his gaze now focused on you and his fingers find the rythym back you dared to disturb is what he silently tells you with the way he squeezes the flesh of your thigh.
You however, ask him again. "the meal they have." You motion with your head to the bumblebees that don't seem to care what's happening around them as they just buzz around their meal.
"The meal?" Taeyang repeats confused, turning his attention to where you're nodding to and it's then that it clicks and he sighs, pressing his lips together as not to smile, knowing you've caught him dreaming away.
"So? What ya think?"
He hums at that, gripping the skin right beneath your thigh before he hoists you up against him with his arm behind your back, and you scoff in amusement at the obvious display of strength he loves to show you.
With your chest pressed against his ribs, your eyes find the delicious sight of his bicep. One that he loves to flex, knowing that you sometimes (well, let's be honest here.. all the time when it's freshly on display for you) lose any train of thoughts and just kiss him until you both run out of breath to only lose yourselves in eachother right after.
"I think my meal is better than all those worthless Michelin stars restaurants get." Taeyang's voice sounds lower than before and you feel his hand traveling down and you sigh out when his fingers lightly dig into flesh of your ass.
With a fake gasp, you put your hand on his chest in shock, putting distance - as much as that's possible with his arm wrapped around you - between you as if the statement he just made was outrageous to say. "better than any Michelin star restaurant? How dare you?! Apologize to my lavender right now."
Taeyang throws his head back in laughter at your response and pulls you back to him with his hand on your shoulder to pat your cheek lovingly with a chuckle. "You'd hate that your lavender would be associated with any Michelin star." He reminds you, aware that you were joking around.
"Atleast you leave me fully satisfied, you know. Something a restaurant like that can't do."
You gasp his name and squeal when his hand glides past the pipe of your shorts and pokes your covered with underwear lips. "This right here is better than any restaurant in the world. It's like walking through this garden."
Taeyang sighs in satisfaction at the thought of his favourite meal and dips his head down to leave light kisses across your neck. It truly is like walking through this garden.
When you started to work in the yard, Taeyang felt guilty he wasn't there much to help with all his schedules his company dropped on him. Every day that he came home late at night, he purposely walked through it to see it coming to live more and more.
It really felt like walking through your soul, every plant, every flower was a puzzle piece that came together bit by bit, everyday. And now that the puzzle was done, all he could see was you.
"Hmm. Taeyang." You hummed, your hands running through his hair as you delighted yourself in his touch and looked up at him the moment he pulled back and cupped your face into his hands.
"You know I love you, right?"
You hummed again, tracing the outline of his nose before you told him you loved him too. "something I don't hesitate about."
Taeyang's smile is gentle, his face glowing in the last minutes of the setting sun. "I love you." You tell him again, pulling him down a little to place a soft kiss on his lips.
"This right here-" Taeyang waves his hand around, indicating the whole garden and the house at the back "-would be nothing without you. All of this is beautiful only because you're the one that touched it, only because you're here with me."
Left speechless, all you can do is wrap your arms around him and rest your head ontop of his chest. He too, wraps his arms around you and you both enjoy the picture it paints.
He knows you were never one to really pay attention to paintings but he also knows that if you'd receive this feeling painted in exactly the view he has now, it would be displayed on the desk in the hallway.
Yeah, he undoubtedly wants to walk through this garden with you forever, his hand clasped in yours.
A/N: a happy birthday to my sweet @yootaesowl 🤎 I hope this birthday present will end the day on a sweet, hot note for you as you deserve nothing but the love that's written below. Because you're that hot.
Summary: mirrors weren't you bestest friend. And they were never gonna be but there was one person that wasn't gonna hold back on showing you how beautiful and hot you are and that mirrors are nothing but lies projected by society's image that have been printed into people's minds.
Warnings: 18 +, sex, penetration, p in v, cum, lies about beauty, truth about beauty. Do not read when under 18.
Mirrors. You despised them and avoided them at any cost you could. You didn't want to bring yourself down at the false image it portrayed. It's what you told yourself everytime you saw your own reflection. You knew the thoughts that swam through your mind whenever you glanced at yourself were lies that you told yourself, lies the world fed you since you were a child.
Gulping, you smoothed down the shirt you put on for the gala night Taeyang and you were invited to. A celebration for the start of what was surely to become a successful musical, with Taeyang playing the villain you knew it was a matter of time before he would be on stage even more than usual. You were happy for him, seeing the big smile on his face whenever he told you about the practices, animatically telling all about it. He even invited you to come watch some practices but you declined, wanting to witness it at the premier, seeing how it all came together. He smiled, kissed you but made you promise to come with him to the premiere. You scoffed at that, playfully offended that he would think you wouldn't come with him. You were his date after all, who else would, so you told him. With a loud laugh, he kissed you again and patted your hair. "Yes ma'am."
But now that the moment was here, having to stand on that red carpet leading to the musicals première, you felt your breath getting stuck in your throat, felt like your stomach was doing somersaults as you smoothed down your shirt once again, not liking how it sat on your body.
The pants suddenly felt a size to small while it looked to fall perfectly when you tried it on weeks before. Frustrated tears burned your eyes and you tried to blink them away, not wanting to fall in that mindset right before the big event but how could you ignore it when the thought of pictures being taken with you standing next to Taeyang.
You could already see the headlines, see the tweets being posted like you were nothing but a mere object to them that didn't have feelings. and so with a loud shout, you pulled off your shirt with maddening force, throwing it on the floor before giving it a good kick, as if that could help take away your self hatred. This time the tears were rolling down your cheeks, your whole body being filled with frustration and dejection that you couldn't have the confidence you so desperately wanted.
Taeyang who was getting you and himself something to eat before leaving, heard the commotion and decided to take a peak to see if everything was okay but his heart sank at the sight before him. You looked defeated, so small as you just stood there with tears streaming down your face.
Being left speechless, his mouth opened and closed as if he couldn't choose the words he wanted to say. ''y/n, what's wrong?'' He managed to ask you atlast, stepping closer to take a hold of your arm but you shook his hand off, not wanting to be touched right now.
''Why do you like me?'' Taking deep breaths to steady your breathing, you looked up at him, needing him to answer truthfully. ''Why are you with me?''
You could see the confusion and hurt flashing across his eyes, eyebrows scrunched together in confusion as he began to stutter, maybe not a good start as he was the one who now saw how your shoulders fell in defeat.
More tears pooled into your eyes, your sight getting blurry as more and more thoughts of self hatred started to dance across your vision, like they were mocking you, as if they were laughing at you. The thoughts you've had before getting to know Taeyang, proving you right.
''Dove, no!'' He hurriedly took a step forward, grabbing a hold of your arms again and pulling you right into his chest, one arm folding over your waist and keeping you caged into his embrace by holding the back of your neck. ''No, no. no.'' Taeyang was terrified to be honest, feeling his heart beating in his throat, shaking his head in denial while squeezing you tighter and tighter as you tried to wriggle yourself out of his grasp.
''y/n...'' That was all he could manage to say at this moment as he felt your whole body shaking with the heartbreaking sobs you let out. ''I'm left speechless. I wish I could tell you all the words to let you believe how beautiful and kind you are but-'' He cut himself off, letting his hand wander down your body and pushing you closer through his hand on your spine. ''- words are merely words.''
Pulling you away, he cups your tearstained cheek, wiping the tears under your eye away with a sad smile. ''Tell me what's wrong, dove.'' Taeyang sees the sadness pooling into your eyes, you look defeated, you look so tired and small that it breaks his own heart. Leading you to the bed, he helps you to sit down and tucks your head on his shoulder.
''I'm sorry.''
''No, don't apologize.'' He quickly shushes you by placing a kiss on your cheek, his hand smoothing down your hair. ''You don't have to go if you don't want to. I don't mind at all, you know that.'' You could tell he was not touching the subject yet, you knew he would want you to start and tell him what was bothering you but the way he said he wouldn't mind if you stayed at home bothered you even more and played right into the false selfimage you've projected. Didn't he wanted to be seen with you?
The silence that came from you, made him understand how his words actually sounded like once he thought them over and mentally slapped himself at the choice of words.
''Ah, shit. y/n that's not what I meant. I- '' Taeyang was right, he knew he was. Words were merely words and they were so easy to say without having to do anything for it. As a singer, you would think he would have a way with words but he - a true dancer afterall - showed his emotions with his body. The movements telling more of a story than any words ever would and that's when he realized, he would be better off showing you how amazing, and wonderfully made you actually are.
With a deep breath, he held onto your face, eyes flickering over your features as you just silently watched him. What you weren't expecting though was him lowering you down on the mattress, him shaking his head at your confused gaze. ''You trust me?''
Ofcourse, you trust him. You've shown all that you are to him. Baring yourself to him in anyway. What kind of question was that? ''Ofcourse, Taeyang..'' He didn't let you finish though. ''Then let me.'' With a nod, you watch the man standing above you, curious as what his next move is going to be.
Taeyang felt his stomach burning at the sight beneath him. You laying on your back with nothing but pants and a bra on and he could feel his cock reacting at the sight and he knew it would be a mattter of when, where he would actually start to think with his dick. He couldn't help it, that's just what you did to him.
You were irresistable, really. Just watching you cook, watching you make his coffee and how you would prance around the house with nothing but short shorts on and sports bra drove him crazy most of the time and always managed to cage you between the wall and his chest, having you crying out his name.
Licking his lips, he crouched down infront of you to run his hands up your clothed legs and grabbed the hem of your trousers, pulling them down without any thougths. If these clothes made you feel like you were not worthy enough, than those absolutely needed to go and he was determined to never see them again. ''There.'' He chuckled, flinging the pants right out your line of sight. ''That's much better isn't it?'' You couldn't help but to giggle too, seeing how he grinned right up at you from the floor, you being propped up on your elbows to soak in his attention on you. You hummed at that, breathing out that it was much, much better.
''However-'' Taeyang circled his fingers right beneath the flesh of your thighs. ''-there are still some fabrics constricting your freedom, don't you agree?'' He toyed with the hem of your panties, letting his fingers glide over the band from side to side. ''Will you let me help you?'' Rising from his position on the floor, he was now hovering above you and you took in a breath when you felt him dipping past the cloth and the only thing you could tell him was. ''Yes, yes, ofcourse.''
With a smirk, he didn't waste any time and pulled off your underwear, throwing it behind him before his hands gripped onto your thighs and positioned your legs just how he liked it; feet propped up onto the bed, knees bend and your pussy on full display for his eyes only.
The gush of cold air made you whimper and even more excited than you already were. The intense gaze Taeyang had you locked onto him. You felt his hand slide down to your pussy and you gasped when he played with your wet lips, sliding up and down with slow movements, as if he was painting a picture with the slick you were presenting him.
He did find you just as beautiful as a painting. TAeyanf knew you would laugh if he told you, but you were even more beautiful than all those women that've been painted over the centuries. He wish he could capture this in one, the sight of your heavily breathing chest going up and down, the anticipation in your eyes that told him he was the only one you'd bare yourself to.
You on the other hand found your fingers in his hair, pulling him down to press your lips to his, murmuring that it was okay, that you needed him, he didn't let those words go to waste and you gasped into his mouth when you felt him sink two of his finger past your entrance.
''Ah..Tae.''
Taeyang hums, gripping your chin to throw your head further back to attach his lips onto the exposed skin of yout throat. You felt your cheeks getting warmer not only because of the pit of your pleasure growing more and more with his fingers moving inside of you, but the way he spoke to you, the way his lips trailed a path full of praises down your body. From your throat to your stomach, his hand slipping beneath the fabric of your bra that you totally forgot was still on and you whined at the feeling of it digging into your skin as you tugged on his hair to tell him to take it off.
And who was he to deny you from it, slipping his fingers out to pull the final piece that was hiding you from the pure Goddess that you are and immediately cupped your bare breasts that he loved to hold at any moment if he could while signig praises of how ethereal you looked to him.
You were looking at the ceiling, taking in every sensation that Taeyang brought with his lips and his hands that were gripping, sliding and moving all over your body like a home that he made himself so familiar with.
Taeyang was feeling his cock growing harder and harder in the constriction of his pants and he started rut his hips on the bed between your legs, moaning out your name while slipping your nipple between his lips what shakes him awake with the thought that he could have something else rolling between his teeth and he doesn't let any grass grow over that thought and moves his lips down south, resting his knees back on the carpet to come face to face with your glinstening pussy.
He groans at the sight, the scent of your arousal creates an even more need to show you how much you drive him crazy by simply existing.
'You on the other hand are going insane for a whole different reason and that's seeing your man fully clothed with a wicked grin plastered on his face as if he is ready to devour his favourite meal after a long day of practicing. And if Taeyang could read your mind, he would have agreed because that's exactly how he is feeling and somehow the tightness of his pants makes it feel like he is driving home right into you. But this time, today, in this moment it was all for you.
A dance he would dance every single day to show you that you are nothing but a gorgeous human being. That no one else compared to you and so he found his way between your legs again, spreading your thighs even more for better access and he happily took his first bite by sinking his teeth in the flesh of your thigh and hums with satisfaction before finally finding home with his tongue licking up his favourite taste in the universe, moaning loudly to let you know this is where he belongs.
You were nothing but a mess on the bed, breathing heavily while tying to keep your legs open, for him to have the room to work on his beautiful canvas as he likes to call it. But your body was starting to shake, feeling the heat of the fire spreading through your body as he tongue worked wonders, teasinly playing with your sensitive bud while he sank his fingers back into your craving hole and it made you feel so hot in so many ways that you completely forgot about the insecurity that was trying to break you down.
Now it was Taeyang's turn to break you down, molding you exactly in how he pictures you. A canvas that only he could shape into anything he wanted and he always would remember you that he was the one and only that knew how to work the art.
''Why is it that you taste so good, y/n. If I could drink this any day-'' The slurping sound did have you giggling, slapping his shoulder in a playful matter and he snickered, looking up at you and proudly showing off his shiny lips covered in your arousal, to you in a gorgeous smile. ''Never get enough.''
Going back in, he slowly pulled out his fingers only to replace them with his tongue while circling your clit with his thumb that had you closing your legs at the sudden spike of pleasure, but Taeyang presses your legs right back open, not having any of it and eats you further out without any bother pushing you over the edge more and more.
Your body is withering, your hands finding a life line with the sheets scrunched between your hands as you feel yourself falling over the edge when he loudly groans, the vibrations flowing through your body and you come right on his tongue.
Taeyang keeps you grounded on the bed with his arm thrown over your stomach, waiting out your spasms and slowly licking through your folds, careful not to overstimulate you.
Once you come down from your high, you stare at the ceiling, focused on the lamp hanging above you but Taeyang happily takes that attention right back to him when his face pops up in your vision, his hand wiping the cum of his chin with this 'stupid' smirk that he loves showing you right after. It's become routine at this point and you happily throw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a loving kiss. He happily obliged, opening his mouth to let you in, sharing the taste of you that brings him just as much pleasure as it does for you.
"You okay?" Taeyang wraps his hand around yours, kissing your fingers before grabbing onto a pillow, lifting your head and places the pillow right beneath, wanting you to be comfortable.
"Okay?" You ask him in disbelief. "More than, that was.." You can't even get your thoughts together, still feeling the high soaring through you and you hear him chuckle. "Than my mission is almost complete."
Letting go of your hand, he starts to work on his pants, with quite a hurry as he feels like he is unable to breathe with how his cock is literally begging him to let it breathe. To bring him home to where he belongs.
You swat his hands away, wanting to do it for him and he whines for you to do it quickly, he needs to feel you wrapped around his cock.
"I don't want to wait any longer, please." You gasped when he gripped your wrists and push you down onto the bed, pulling his shirt over his head while he pinned his gaze onto yours, daring you to move. He couldn't wait, he just couldn't and shimmied out of his pants, underwear quickly discarded and he let out a long grunt from satisfaction. He felt like he could breathe just a little better but naturally, only you could bring him that relief.
You always took him in when he undressed himself before you. His movements really were one of a kind, even when he wasn't dancing, he just moved around like he was and you could never get enough of it.
Crawling onto the bed, he wrapped your legs around his waist, getting you and himself comfortable and after he confirmed you were, he took ahold of his cock, spreading the precum over the skin before lining himself up at your entrance. You lifted your back just a little and the change of movement had the tip slipping right past your lips and you both moaned at the feeling, Taeyang getting the hint and sliding himself right past your walls, bringing it home atlast.
His lips trembled, toes curling when the warmth of your walls welcomed him in without any resistance and didn't care how loud the sound of his moan was, all he could focus on was how you gasped loudly, mouth falling open the moment he sank right into you.
"Feels good?" Taeyang was already panting, dropping his face in the crook of your neck and pulled his hips back only to slip back in. The slow drag of his cock going in and out, left you grasping onto his back, matching his movements with your own.
''Aren't you sounding so pretty f'me?'' Taeyang relished unto the sounds you let out everytime his hips bucked against yours and whined when he drew back. ''Being such a pretty girl, aren't you, dove?'' The nickname slipped out, coming so naturally to him, it turned you on even more, there was nothing on your mind at this point, besides your man and his cock driving into you.
Sitting up, Taeyang slid his hands from your legs to your waist, arching your hips to slide in just that deeper and you let out a yelp once he hit your spot. ''I can't hear you.'' Your eyes were closed, your fingers desperately trying to hold onto something, your nails digging into his wrists as you mewled with tears streaming down your face.
Now these tears were something he absolutely loved to see on you. Looking all so pretty for him with nothing on and his cock thrusting in and out of you as your walls clamped down onto him.
''Are you my pretty girl?'' He asked you again, fingers gripping your chin as he needed you to look at him, needed to see the pleasure he was giving you written all over your face. Your body was speaking for itself, throwing itself to him and giving him all the handles he needed to pleasure you.
"Fuck, Taeyang." You weren't hearing him, your legs slipping from his waist as you felt the fire in your stomach growing more and more for the second time that day but he wasn't gonna let you have it just like that. Not when you weren't answering him and did what he knew would get your attention - He slipped out.
Now this had your eyes flying open in an instant, wrapping your legs back around his waist, hoping it would stop him but ofcourse you knew it wouldn't work and you whined, hands grasping his shoulder, clawing onto them to bring him closer.
He didn't budge though, eventhough his cock was twitching at the loss of your warmth, eventhough he wanted nothing more than to give you what you wanted, he wasn't going to until you agreed you were his pretty girl. That the thoughts that actually brought you in this moment were nothing but false images you had of yourself.
"I said are you my pretty girl?" the tone of his voice did let you know there was no discussing, no avoiding an answer. He wasn't gonna give you what you craved until you answered him.
His eyes were steadfast gazing into yours, not wavering and you felt his grip on your legs tightening. No bullshitting, no stuttering that's what he needed to hear from you.
"I am." It was soft, barely noticeable and you could tell he wasn't satisfied with that. A scoff was heard from him, teeth were scraping his lips and he leaned down, nose brushing against eachother as he breathed onto your lips. "No good enough, darling."
Taeyang knew this was gonna happen so he came up with a second plan to have you admit you were his pretty, gorgeous girl. His hand reached between his legs, his leaking cock resting in his palm and he started to flick his tip against your clit, your body reacted, your vocals agreeing that you were a foolish one for denying your man.
"What was that? Couldn't quite hear you, y/n."
Your walls were clenching around nothing, throbbing - no begging for intrusion, it all felt like you were walking on a humid summer day, the slick of the hot weather sticking to you, bounding you to give in.
It was not like that was the only answer you could give him, he wasn't demanding you to say the right words that he longed to hear from you. Because he knew that you knew that you were his one and only pretty girl. That he saw beauty whenever he looked at you and that no one could take that away from you and him.
"Come on." Taeyang pressed his lips on your jaw, eyebrows scrunched together in concentration not to blow his load. He wasn't only teasing you - oh how he was torturing himself here too - he didn't want to end this on a high when you would slip back in the false mindset you've had after all of this.
"I am your pretty girl, Tyang... Just please!" More tears were making their way down your cheeks, body on fire, walls begging to be fucked at this point and your heart hammering in your chest like it was protesting against your mind, that she was the one you needed to listen to.
Taeyang was the one who made a home out of your heart after all.
Your sweaty palms cupped his cheeks as you brought your feet higher, settling them down on his back and digged your heels into his skin. Your body was telling him to get on moving, while you maintained eye contact as he finally slipped back in.
The both of you moaned out in satisfaction, yielding your bodies to pleasure without any thoughts lingering back in both minds.
Release.
Release was now the mission Taeyang set himself up upon. The release of all the tension and mistrust you've been putting on your body. You were gorgeous, you were breathtaking and just right how he loved you.
It didn't matter what size you were, beauty and love wasn't only stored in certain type of bodies. Love came in all shapes and all sizes, in all different conditions and he would be damned if he wasn't gonna let you know how fucking beautiful you were.
Propping himself up on his elbows, he started to thrust faster, his hand finding yours to squeeze as he shivered and felt his stomach dipping in the pleasure that was getting tighter and tighter with the way your walls were squeezing him for all he had.
"You're so good to me, so so good." His breath hitched in his throat, letting out quiet 'ah, ah' as his cock burned, ready to paint your walls in his favoutire colour.
And you, you loved how vocal he got when he got closer and closer to his release, his quiet breathes that got louder and louder and the way he started to babble, losing his words, fully immerged in the pleasure you were providing him.
"Only you know how to get me going, I am your pretty girl, Tyang. Only yours."
"fuck, yes. My pretty, pretty girl. Fuck.. Where do you want me, gorgeous?" Eventhough his mind was set on shooting his load right into you, perhaps that's not what you wanted and he managed to squeeze that out his mouth while he was trying to stay afloat.
His question had you clenching around him, the fact he asked you even after all the times he did come inside of you, he never forgot to ask although he and you both knew you wanted nothing but feel his sperm filling you up.
"Inside, inside - please." You practically begged him and your answer had him rolling his eyes back as he crashed his lips against yours.
A few more thrusts was that it took before your thighs started to shake and your orgasm washed over you, Taeyang not far behind, his whole body shivering as he shoot his release right where you needed him with a loud, beautiful moan.
Your body was milking him for all he had, and you gasped when you still felt him releasing inside of you and chuckled out of surprise.
"Wow.."
"Yeah..."
Rolling off you, he laid down beside you and breathed heavily, his dick still twitching after his release and he pulled you against him, needing to feel your body pressed against his. "You could say that again." Taeyang laughed out of disbelief and mere happiness as he looked over at you.
You were glowing, eyes sparkling in the late afternoon sun that was shining through the window. Last time he checked it just turned 1 when he walked up to the room to check on you.
"So, feeling pretty?" Taeyang smirked at you, raising an eyebrow to dare you to deny it. With a playful roll of your eyes, you hiked your leg over his and let the silence linger a little longer before answering him.
"I am feeling full, actually."
You were trying not to burst out in laughter at the way his jaw fell and how his ears were turning red but how could you not when he was everything you've dreamed of, you were just so happy you could love him like this, tease him whenever, your heart ready to burst from the happiness you were feeling.
He softly slapped your thigh, quickly messaging your muscles after, knowing it was probably gonna hurt after a couple of hours with the way he had you pressed against the matress and how he kept your legs locked around his waist, which reminded him.
"There is a premiere tonight.." This was what it all started, so he was a bit hesitant to bring it up now but he had to ask. He wouldn't be upset if you decided you didn't want to go, but he wasn't gonna lie either. He hoped you would go with him.
"Hmm." You hummed, smoothing down his hair that was wet with sweat as you thought about his question.
You knew that's how life was. There was always going to be something in this society that would make you feel less worthy than others, there were good days and sometimes there were days where you felt like crying but with Taeyang by your side (knowing that some people would tell you that a man shouldn't be the one to make you feel like you were worthy of love) you did feel beautiful, you did feel like you were capable of being loved for simply being who you were. And there was nothing wrong with that. Love is a basic necessity for a human after all. What is the world without love?
"There is a premiere indeed." Placing a kiss on his cheek, and one on his nose and the final one on his lips, you were more than ready to walk that red carpet with him. "That I would love to go to with you."
You could see his face lighting up more and he surprised you by rolling back ontop of you and you slapped his back, shaking your head with laugher. "We have to get ourselves ready if we want to be there, Tyang! Plus, I don't think I want to walk the red carpet with cum drying between my thighs no matter how much I love it."
And with that, Taeyang peeled you from the bed and guided you to the shower where he might have shown you again how hot you were to him.
*takes in a deep breath* where shall i begin? I am coming with the screenshots in a minute to your dms, i got them all.
But emotional, yes, absolutely yes! When I say you're a fucking poet I mean it, like flippin', the way you use your words to literally write a fic of poetry here, its absolutely... fucking stunning.
I love that there were giggling in between, fucking love it, its how its supposed to be 🤧
My mind's still trying to process everything, but Imma be in your DMs in a second
Prompt: “Hey I need to ask you a favour… so you know my massage class? It’s online now and I need a body to massage. Will you help me out?”
A/N: Thanks so much for the request. Once upon a time I would have done this smutty, but Tumblr seems determined to block my old pieces so I’ve gone for the fluff angle.
“I’m grateful we’re able to work from home, but it’s absolutely killing my body.” Luke groaned quietly as he attempted to stretch out on your bed.
You laughed softly, giving his hair an affectionate ruffle before you gently helped him sit up, perching behind him as you wrapped your arms around his waist.
“Well, if you need a little bit of relaxing...I may have a way to help” You murmured in his ear, grinning at the hopeful expression appearing on his face.
He quirked an eyebrow in curiosity. “Really?” He asked, unable to keep the suggestive tone from creeping into his voice. “I like the sound of that...”
You giggled softly as his hands dipped beneath your shirt, pressing an affectionate kiss on his cheek. “Great! I need to ask you a favour...so you know my massage class? It’s online now and I need a body to massage.” You barely kept your laughter contained as he shot you a disbelieving look. “Will you help me out?”
Luke closed his eyes in mock disappointment. “That’s not quite what I had in mind Y/N.”
“But you love me so you’ll do it?” You replied brightly, ignoring his protests as you dragged him back down on the bed. “Wonderful.”
“I’m not so sure about this.” Luke said, reluctantly removing his shirt as you grabbed the laptop to set up your online class. “Isn’t it a bit embarrassing?”
You shook your head, grinning widely at his continued protests. “I promise you’ll enjoy it Luke. Relaxation is key! You just have to unwind a little bit.”
“Fine. Anything for you.” He sighed softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “I suppose being massaged by my hot girlfriend isn’t too bad.” He winked at your responding blush before lying down on the bed.
Luke had to admit that the first few minutes of calming music, the soothing scents filling the room and your hands softly massaging his aching muscles, was something he could get used to.
Unfortunately his brief period of calm was rudely interrupted by an amused shriek echoing from the laptop.
“IS THAT NEWBIE?”
Who would have known that Penelope Garcia would end up being on the class too?
A/N: this one officially killed me :) as promised here’s some luke fluff / smut.
You were curled up in bed, reading an old book, when Luke got home that night. You hadn’t had a good night of sleep since he left for a case in New Mexico three days ago. This wasn’t surprising, since you never slept without him there, but the relief that washed over you upon his arrival was evident.
You hear his keys clink against the granite countertop, before his footsteps gradually grow closer and closer to the bedroom.
“You awake?” he asked, peering into the room.
You sit up in bed, setting your book on the nightstand before throwing the comforter off of your body.
“No, no, no-” he interrupts your movements. “Don’t get up. You look so comfortable.”
Your lips form into a pathetic pout, but before you can protest the fact that you wanted to get up so that you could properly greet him, Luke’s crossing the room to do just that. He leans over where you’re sitting and presses a soft kiss on the top of your head.
“Hi baby,” he whispers into your hair.
You hum, closing your eyes to his touch. His familiar smell filled your nostrils and his warmth radiated into you. “Missed you.”
“Missed you too,” he replies. He pulls away all too quickly and turns to walk towards the master bath. “Be right back,” he promises, before crossing the threshold.
You relaxed back against the pillow, smiling peacefully to yourself. Nothing was better than having Luke home.
A/N: I wrote this back when I was super insecure about my weight (i.e. this is how i felt about every guy i dated). but just saying i lowkey hate the insecure plus-sized reader trope and want to write better plus-size reader fics in the future, but this is all i have to repost for now!
You were ten when you sprained your ankle on the playground at school and wound up at the doctor’s office with your mom. The doctor was nice and distracted you from the pain in your ankle with some funny jokes. He even let you listen to your own heartbeat with his stethoscope.
But at the end of the visit, once you had a splint on your ankle, he turned to your mom and mentioned the term overweight.
“She’s on the high end of her age’s weight class,” he said matter-of-factly. And maybe it was just a simple matter of fact. You’d never thought much about your weight before that day. You were happy. You loved to play- especially outside. Your favorite game was capture the flag, but it didn’t matter. You were active and healthy.
Your mom listened to his advice intently, because he was the professional after all. Who was she to question his word on your health? And when you get home you were immediately placed on what she calls a diet.
“That means no more ice cream after dinner, and we’re going to cut back on the popcorn, too.”
And maybe the doctor was right, you started to think, as you took a long look at yourself in the full length mirror behind the bathroom door that very same night. You pinched the skin protruding from your stomach and watched as the fat around your thighs jiggled. Maybe you were too big, too fat. You thought of your friends at school and for the first time, (but certainly not the last), you found yourself wondering, why don’t I look like them?
“The diet will help,” your mom told you reassuringly.
Except it doesn’t. Instead, you wound up gaining more weight, this time at a rapid pace, because you’ve found that when Mom says you can’t have ice cream after dinner, you wind up sneaking into the kitchen after she’s gone to bed and eating it anyway. But you don’t stop there. You eat some of the watermelon that’s left in the fridge, too, and some crackers from the cupboard. Just enough from each box so that she doesn’t notice, but enough altogether, that you go to bed with a full, aching stomach.
This becomes a pretty standard part of your nightly routine until your mom caught you digging through the pantry one night, while she had come downstairs quietly for a glass of water.
The look on her face was shock, followed quickly by disgust. You felt embarrassed and ashamed and humiliated.
“I can’t believe you’ve been doing this,” then, “it’s no wonder you’re gaining all that weight.”
…
You’ve always had a difficult time loving yourself, you’ve always looked in the mirror and not necessarily liked what looked back at you. Sure, there were days where you thought to yourself, I look pretty today. But in the back of your mind there was always that voice that would add, for a fat person.
When you’re in your twenties, you finally break the habitual pattern of binge eating that you’d been doing since you were a kid. As you ticked off the number of days it had been since a binge, you sighed. You really would have thought that by stopping consistently overindulging, you’d lose the weight. But that wasn’t the case. Instead, your body has plateaued. No more dramatic gains or losses- it just is. The weight, for the most part, stayed on.
By your thirties, you’d come to an understanding, a blind acceptance, with your body. You didn’t always like it, but you appreciated it. Neutrality, your therapist had encouraged. And that was good enough.
Regardless, you had other things going for you besides your looks and your weight. You had a great job and infinite career goals to focus on. Not everything had to be about being beautiful and desirable, you learned.
…
Your favorite thing about being part of the BAU were your coworkers. You never expected how close you’d get to them, but before you knew it, they felt more like your family than anything else. Something about constantly facing life-threatening situations with one another created an everlasting bond encased in mutual trust.
You and the rest of the team had a rare evening off, which normally, you’d spend waiting skeptically by your phone, convinced that you’d get called in for a case any minute. But not tonight, Emily had promised. All cases were on hold until the morning. You were sitting at home, contemplating what to do with your precious time when the text came through.
It was Tara messaging the group chat, asking if anyone was up for drinks and a night out. It didn’t take long before Luke’s name came flashing across your screen next. It was impossible to ignore the butterflies fluttering rampantly in your stomach as you read the words that he’s typed.
I’m in, he said simply.
Luke was the newest member to have joined the team. Just months prior, he transferred to the BAU from the Fugitive Task Force. As soon as Emily brought him into the conference room, you knew all bets were off. He was tall and handsome, with a clean cut, thick beard and dark skin. While he was given personalized introductions, you had noticed his bicep flexing as he extended his arm out to shake everyone’s hands. When he was introduced to you, his large hand engulfing yours and his dark eyes scanned the length of you, and you knew instantly that Luke Alvez was a catch.
It was pointless and childish and arbitrary, and you knew it. But you couldn’t shake it, no matter how hard you tried- no matter how many times you told yourself he’d never be into a girl like you. A fat girl like you, the voice in your head said. You tried to challenge that voice- fought back and argued with it occasionally just like your therapist had encouraged, but it still found ways of insisting that you weren’t worthy of attention or affection from someone like Luke.
So, before your insecurities could convince you to decline Tara’s invite that night, you typed back a quick, I’m in, too.
…
It turned out most of the team decided to join your night out. And it was fun, or it would have been, if not for the critic in your head being abnormally loud.
Look how skinny JJ looks in that top- you could never pull that off.
Don’t eat the nachos, they’ll think you’re fat.
Eat the nachos, because if you don’t, they’ll know that you know you’re fat.
As always, it was exhausting and all consuming- a never ending battle in your own mind. And while you knew your team didn’t give a shit if you ate the damn nachos or not, you couldn’t stop obsessing over it.
You tried your best to enjoy yourself- to push those thoughts to the back of your mind, but it took effort.
Tara had picked the spot, it was a small pub that serves drinks and food. There was music, but not so loud that you couldn’t hear each other talk. You sipped your vodka lemonade, the straw pinched between your thumb and pointer finger, and watched as Emily and JJ were taking on Rossi and Matt in a game of pool.
Across from you sat Tara and Spencer. They were having an in depth conversation about Jean Piaget, when suddenly, Luke slid into the empty booth seat beside you. Your senses were instantly overwhelmed momentarily by his cologne, strong but not overpowering. His arm brushed yours, the warmth from his skin sending an electrical current through your entire body. You tensed up, if not just from the shock of it all. But as soon as you let your guard down, the voice in your head crept back in. He can feel how fat your arm is- pull away. So you did.
If he noticed, he didn’t comment. Instead he smiled, his white teeth on full display. “Having fun?” he asked.
You took another sip of your lemonade and nodded. “Yeah, it’s nice to have a night away from..” your voice trailed off as you thought of the word.
“Crime? Murder?” Luke smirked. “Serial killers?”
You chuckled, “How about all of the above?”
Luke nodded. “They say crime never sleeps, but we finally will tonight.” He set his drink down and scratched his beard in contemplation. “I’m thinking at least eight hours tonight.”
“Eight hours?” you gawked, “You’re living large!”
Luke laughed. There was a brief pause in the chatter, and you took another sip of your drink awkwardly. You were about to make a joke about the competitive pool game going on in front of you between Rossi and JJ, when Luke leaned over and said quietly, “You look really nice tonight.”
You faltered, you didn't know how to answer, and you couldn’t even bring yourself to look up at Luke’s gaze, because you weren’t sure you could handle it. And while you knew that you should say thank you, you only curled into yourself as if what Luke said was just a snide, nasty remark. Compliments like that were so foreign to you and you felt like you didn’t deserve them, so you had a hard time believing that what Luke had to say was actually genuine. You knew he wasn’t the type of person to ever poke fun at another, but wasn’t that what made the most sense? He certainly wasn’t hitting on you- so maybe it was a pity remark, or just a way to fill the awkward silence.
You ended up just offering him a curt smile, pretending that you didn’t see the way his face fell.
…
You were happy most of the time. Not as carefree as some on the team, but still. You joked with Tara and Emily and had meaningful conversations with Spencer. You asked Dave about his weekends and listened with intent as Matt told you stories about his infinite amount of kids.
But then there were days where you’re nowhere near that feeling.
There were bad days. And when they came, they were always so sudden and unexpected, it almost took your breath away.
You were away on a case with the team in Colorado Springs when you had your first really bad day in a long time.
The case, for the most part, kept you busy, and for a while you were able to ward off the negative thoughts. Instead of fixating on how worthless you felt, you thought about the four victims that had gone missing in the area, you thought of the Unsub and ways your team could find them. You thought about ME reports and patterns in each abduction, it was enough of a puzzle that you were able to stay occupied.
But when you were back at the hotel, the rest of your team in their own rooms, and left to your own thoughts, that’s when the quiet consumed you.
As a child, you learned that the one thing-the only thing- that helped when you were feeling this overwhelming sense of anxiety and dread, was to binge. It helped you stuff the negative thoughts so deep down within yourself, that for at least a little while, you were numb to all the pain.
You knew you shouldn’t- you hadn’t in so long. But just this one time would be okay, right? Only this once, just to feel a little better, and then you wouldn’t do it again.
The battle inside your own head raged on. You took deep breaths, you tried to journal what you were feeling, but the feeling didn't subside. Only when there was a knock at your door, and you were forced to pull yourself back to reality, did the argument get placed on the backburner. You blinked back tears that you didn’t even realize were there before hastily making your way to the hotel door.
“J-just a minute,” you tried to make your voice sound normal, like the debate going on inside your mind about what you were about to do would be obvious to whoever was at the door. You quickly wiped your cheeks and brushed your wrinkled shirt off before hoisting it open.
“Hi,” you managed to smile as you opened the door.
Luke was on the other side, to your surprise, holding two brown paper bags and a couple of bottled drinks.
“Hey,” Luke answered, his eyes lingering on your face for a brief moment. You wondered if he could tell you’d been crying.
“What’s up?” you drawled, as if to politely ask, why the hell are you knocking at my door at eleven pm?
“Everyone else was asleep and I was hungry-” he held up the bag of what was apparently food and shrugged. “Except, I bought way too much, I’ll never eat it all. Are you hungry?”
You gave him a confused look. “I-”
“It’s just burgers, some chicken and some fries, nothing fancy- but I didn’t want to eat alone and I saw your light on..”
You sighed, but then stepped to the side, a gesture for him to come in. Luke gave you a relieved look before entering your room. He headed to the bed, which was the only place to sit.
“Do you mind?” he asked, motioning towards the mattress.
You shook your head, “No, go for it.”
You closed the door behind him and joined Luke, barely noticing that the dread in your stomach from earlier had been replaced by a light, fluttering sensation.
As Luke began unloading the greasy food from the bag, you hesitated. Was this a trick? Was he secretly trying to see how much food you could put away? Was he going to go back and tell the team how much you’d eaten?
Luke picked up on your apprehension.
“Is everything okay?”
You don’t answer quickly enough before he asked, “What is it? What’s wrong?”
Goddamn these intuitive profilers.
“Nothing,” you said. But somehow, Luke heard the lie.
“I know I’m the new guy,” he said, “and it’s probably gonna take some time before you trust me, I know that. But I want you to know you can talk to me.”
“Yeah.. it-it’s nothing,” you managed to say, because you couldn’t talk. Not about this and not yet. Maybe not ever.
“Okay,” Luke nodded. “Sometimes, it’s tough being the new guy. I can see how close you guys all are and I just want to be a part of that eventually, you know?” His eyes bore into your own and you caught a glimpse of the sincerity behind his words, and that was when you started to feel guilty for ever thinking he was here to make fun of you. Luke was here for a friend, for comfort of his own.
You sat on the bed next to Luke and took a fry from the basket. “You are part of it.” You assured him. “Everyone here adores you.”
Me included, is what you didn’t say.
“You wouldn’t be included in our group chat if we didn’t.”
That made Luke smile, his dimple evident in his cheek.
He stayed in your room for a while, the two of you laughing and talking throughout the night. You never realized how much you didn’t know about Luke. Like that he had a dog, for example, or that he grew up in Arizona and moved around a lot once he joined the military. He kept you laughing, his jokes and sarcasm thrown intermittently through his speech.
You shared the chicken and fries with him, not even feeling self conscious when you reached for more to put on your plate. You were too wrapped up in whatever story Luke was telling and the way his eyes lit up as he talked about the things that interested him, to be insecure.
Luke took the last drink of his bottled water before sighing. “I suppose I should head back to my room, and try to get a little sleep.” He lifted his arm and looked at the watch on his wrist. “I’m definitely not getting my eight hours tonight,” he laughed.
You nodded in agreement, the two of you standing up in sync, and you walked Luke to the door.
Luke stepped into the hallway before turning to face you. “Thanks for the company,” he said.
You smiled, “Thanks for the food.”
There was a brief, awkward silence, where neither one of you knew what to do next. But then, it happened quickly. One minute, you were studying the way Luke’s warm, brown eyes were trained on you, and then, before you could predict what would happen next, he stepped forward, one hand planting itself firmly on your hip and the other cupping your chin. He paused briefly, like he was giving you the chance to pull away. But you didn’t- and so the next thing you knew, Luke was pulling you closer to his body and his lips were pressing against your own, their warmth spreading the entirety of your body.
Fat, fat, fat- your mind suddenly screamed. You suddenly became hyper-aware of his fingers digging into the soft, fleshy part of your hip, and wondered if he’d be repulsed by what he felt. But if he was, he didn’t make it obvious.
There had to be a catch, you thought- some alternative motive for him to be kissing you like this. Guys like Luke didn’t go after girls like you. Fat girls like you, the voice said.
He just wants sex.
He’s not thinking straight.
He’ll regret this tomorrow.
You pulled away, breathlessly, your heart suddenly racing. Before Luke could suspect that something was wrong, you offered him your best smile. “I should get to bed,” you explained.
Luke could sense the shift in your tone, you imagined that he wanted to ask what’s wrong, but you were already stepping away from him. Instead he nodded, trying to hide his confusion. “Okay, yeah. G-goodnight.”
“Night,” you whispered before shutting the door.
…
Luke hoped he hadn’t fucked up.
That was his first thought as soon as he saw the door close in his face. He bit his lips, they still tasted like you, and slowly backed away.
His feet drummed against the cheap carpet floor of the hotel as he paced the few doors down to his own room.
He really thought you’d liked him- thought you’d reciprocated the kiss even. But judging by the look on your face when you closed the door, he thought that he might be terribly mistaken.
He didn’t get his eight hours of sleep.
In fact, he barely got any. Instead, he spent the night trying to figure out where the hell he could have gotten things so wrong.
When Luke’s phone started buzzing loudly, he felt exhausted and not even close to ready for the inevitably long day ahead.
Regardless, Luke got ready quickly. The one conclusion that he had come to after contemplating all night was that he wanted to find you and clear the air. Despite his obvious feelings for you that were now right out in the open, he couldn’t risk your friendship, or making things awkward at work. Once he was showered and dressed, Luke departed the hotel in search of some coffee.
He remembered that you liked it hot, with just cream and a hint of cinnamon. This would be his peace offering, an apology for crossing the line, the promise that it wouldn’t happen again.
…
You were answering a text from Emily on your phone, directing you to go to the ME office, when you heard a voice calling your name.
Your head snapped up, and there, sure enough, like he was waiting for you in the lobby, Luke came jogging over. In his outstretched arm was a cup of coffee.
“Hey.”
For a moment, you wondered if maybe Luke really was into you. A kiss one night and coffee the next morning? Surely that meant he wasn’t just looking for a hookup, right?
You accepted his offering with a smile. “What’s this?” you asked dumbfoundedly. Could you really be this lucky? Could he actually be interested in you? The butterflies in your stomach started flying rampantly as you quickly got your hopes up.
“I wanted to apologize-” he said, his head falling, like he was ashamed. “For last night.”
Your heart sank.
“I crossed the line, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Your friendship means a lot to me-”
And there it was. You were no stranger to the friendship line. Guys used it all the time as a way out. After going on dates, after hookups- it was always the same response from them when they weren’t interested- I like you but I don’t want to risk our friendship. I really just want to be friends. I’m not ready for a relationship, can we just be friends?
To you that translated as, you’re not good enough for me.
You were a fool for ever getting your hopes up- for ever thinking that someone like Luke could actually be interested in someone like you.
You took the coffee and tried not to meet his eager gaze.
“Don’t worry about it,” is all you could manage to croak out.
Luke could sense the shift in your tone. “I really am sorry,” he said.
But you shook your head, and feigned your best smile. You backed away from him, not wanting him to see the glistening tears evident in your eyes.
Stupid, stupid, stupid, your mind was screaming at you. “It’s fine,” you said instead, your voice cracking slightly just as you turned to leave the hotel lobby.
…
Luke knew he had fucked up.
The peace offering that he had made was nothing short of a disaster, and now he’d have to come up with another way to make up for what he’d done.
That much was obvious as he was left standing alone in the hotel lobby, gazing at the doors you’d just walked out of.
...
Three days later, on the jet ride home, Luke could barely get you to even look at him. Not that he had made much of an effort, but still. He wanted to give you space. Hadn’t he done enough damage already?
He knew he’d have to think of a way to talk to you about what had happened. Maybe if he just explained himself, you’d understand.
But how was he supposed to talk to you when you wouldn’t even look at him?
He finally got his chance when the jet landed and the team was back at the BAU. He found you at your desk, hunched over a stack of paperwork. Rossi, JJ, Tara, and Spencer had already left for the night. Matt was gathering his belongings from his desk and heading out the door, meanwhile Emily was barricaded in her office with the door shut. If Luke was ever going to get a minute alone with you- it was now.
He shuffled cautiously over towards your desk. You gave him no indication that you’d heard him at all, but nonetheless, he cleared his throat before getting too close. He didn’t want to startle you.
You didn’t even look up from what you’re writing.
“Hey,” he said. “Can I talk to you for a second?”
“I can’t right now,” your tone is flat.“I have this whole stack I need to do before tomorrow.”
Luke felt frustrated and dismissed, but he bit his tongue. Instead of pushing, he grabbed half the stack of paperwork from atop your desk and took it back to his own desk. Before you could protest or argue, he sat down and flipped open the first file, ready to work.
…
The entire floor was eerily quiet. Besides the occasional clicking of keys and scratching of a pen, you and Luke worked in complete silence.
You felt bad. You really didn’t have to finish all of this paperwork by tomorrow. That was just your excuse to avoid talking with Luke. But now, it was almost 1 AM and you were nearly finished with it all.
You heard his pen click and you knew that was his indicator that he was done with his stack. Your heart clenched in your chest anxiously. You heard him approach your desk. There was a sudden thump when he threw the stack back where he found it.
“There,” he announces. “Can we talk now?”
The man was persistent.
You set your pen down lightly and sighed. Admitting defeat, you nodded.
Luke pulled Spencer’s chair out from his desk, which was right next to yours. He scooted it closer to you.
Your gaze remained hyper focused on your hands, which were cupped and laid neatly in your lap. Luke ducked his head down, trying to catch your eyes. Begrudgingly, you looked up and made eye contact with him.
“Listen,” his voice was soft, “I am really sorry for kissing you the other night.”
You groaned frustratedly. “Will you stop apologizing?” you finally said. “I get it, you didn’t want to kiss me. It’s fine- But I don’t need this- this pity.”
Luke instantly looked taken aback by your frustration, but it was the most you’ve said to him in the last three days, so he took it all in. As your words played back in his mind, he frowned. “I never said I didn’t want to kiss you.”
“Well- whatever you did or didn’t say, I get it, okay? I get that it was a mistake and it didn’t mean anything. It’s fine.”
But Luke continued shaking his head. “I never said any of that-” he protested.
You remained quiet, but he continued. “I never said any of that. Is that how you feel about it?” he asked, hands clasped tightly together.
You shrugged. Your cheeks felt hot- you were insecure with Luke’s eyes trained so intently on you. You wished you could just forget this whole thing happened, wished you could just disappear. But Luke kept pushing.
“Is that how you feel?” he repeated. There was a brief pause. “Because that’s not how I feel,” he said. “I don’t regret kissing you. I like you and I wanted to do it. And I thought you wanted to, too. If I had known you didn’t- I never would have done it. I regret making you uncomfortable, and I regret making things awkward between us, but I don’t regret the kiss.”
Luke’s words swam around in your head, but they were a jumbled mess. You tried to piece them together slowly, in order to process what he was saying. Did he just say he liked you?
There was a part of you that felt like this whole thing had just been a cruel joke. But yet, here he was- sitting in front of you with the most sincere eyes you’d ever seen, and suddenly, you started to wonder if maybe this was real. Maybe, for God-only-knows what reason, Luke actually had feelings for you- was actually attracted to you.
“You like me?” you asked, your voice low.
Luke laughed- like actually laughed- and when you looked up at him, his eyes were squinting as his lips were curled into a wide grin. “Uh, yeah- I thought I’d made that blatantly clear.”
But you shook your head. “I- I didn’t know..”
“I kissed you-” he said, like it’s obvious.
“I know, but I figured you just wanted to hookup- I didn’t think you actually liked me-”
“But I brought you dinner- and coffee. Did you think I just do that for everyone?”
You remained guarded, because you still couldn’t entirely trust this. “Yeah,” you said. “Kind of, I guess.”
“Okay,” Luke nodded. “Let me spell it out for you then. I like you.” He said each word carefully and slowly. “And I liked kissing you. And I’d really like to date you. And if you don’t feel the same, that’s okay. But I’d still like to be friends, and I’d really like for things not to be awkward at work.”
You stared in awe, not able to believe any of this was really happening. You wanted to ask why. Why did this handsome, kind, honest man like you? What made you even remotely good enough for him?
But you didn’t ask. Because did it matter right now?
“Your turn,” Luke urged. “Since I seem to have such a hard time reading you, can you spell it out for me too?”
You hesitated. You’d never flat out told someone how you felt about them. You were insecure and terrified of rejection. And even though Luke had flat out told you rejection wasn’t a possibility, you were still embarrassed to tell him how you felt. You didn’t like how vulnerable that made you- how open to the hurt that made you.
But Luke’s smile was so reassuring and kind, you tried not to think too much before telling him quietly, “I like you too. I have for a while, actually.”
He chuckled, which you think might just be your new favorite sound. “So why’d you pull away the other night?” he asked longingly. “Why have you been so distant?”
“Because- I didn’t think someone like you would ever be into someone like me.”
The moment the words left your lips, you regretted it. And when Luke’s face contorted into a look of confusion, and then hurt, you regretted it even more.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
You fumble with your words, because you weren’t sure how to explain. “I just thought someone like you would be more apt to go after someone that looked more like Tara or JJ or Emily is all.”
“What’s the common denominator there? Because Tara, JJ, and Emily look nothing alike-”
“You know what I mean,” you protested. “I thought someone like you would be more apt to go for someone-” you paused before saying the word, “someone skinnier than- well... me.”
Luke’s face fell, but you laughed it off nervously. “Just makes me wonder why, is all,” you said.
“I like you-” he assured you. “I like you because you’re smart and you’re thoughtful.”
Luke’s managed to scoot his chair increasingly closer to you without you noticing. When you looked down, you realized that your knees were practically touching. The first thing that ran through your mind is, oh my God, your thighs are bigger than his. But you shook the thought away. You weren’t going to let that voice ruin this- not again.
“You’re intuitive- the best profiler.”
The way Luke was looking at you made everything else melt away. All you saw was him and those unimaginably warm eyes.
“You’re kind and generous and you make me laugh,” he paused. “You’re beautiful.”
You remembered how soft his lips felt against yours when you kissed days ago, and all you wanted was to taste him again.
Thankfully, you didn’t have to wait long for your wish to come true. Luke leaned in, closing the gap between you two. Just when he was only inches from your face, he grinned. “I could keep going, you know?”
You ignored him and his cheeky grin and instead you leaned forward, and without thinking, cupped his face between your hands and pulled him closer.
His lips were exactly as you remembered, soft and smooth and all-encompassing. Luke’s hand landed just above your knee and when you started to wonder whether or not your leg felt fat underneath his touch, you were able to silence it. Who the hell cares? Certainly not Luke, that much you were learning quickly. In fact, you wondered if maybe he even liked it. The thought passed quickly, and you were able to focus on the man in front of you instead- the one who was quickly claiming you as his own. The one you deserved.
Description: Luke has a bad day at work and accidentally takes it out on you.
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: Yelling, angst
A/N: another repost :)
The front door slammed suddenly, practically causing you to jump out of your skin. The pictures hanging on the wall rattled because of the sudden impact.
You were in the kitchen, in the midst of drying off a dish you’d just washed when Luke came bursting through the door. You waited cautiously, immediately recognizing that something about his demeanor was off. If you’d learned anything in the two years you’d been together, it was that Luke rarely got angry. And when he was, it usually translated into him just being quiet for an evening.
This felt different. He threw his jacket on the floor and tossed his keys on the table, letting them slide across the wood, obviously not caring where they landed. He made no effort to greet you, or even acknowledge your presence.
A lump formed in your throat, making it harder and harder to breathe. You hated confrontation– ever since growing up in a home where yelling and screaming was the norm. Any sort of tension instantly brought you back to the long nights of hiding in your bedroom with a pillow over your head to block out the noise. And tonight, tension was radiating off from Luke, suffocating you. You had to say something.
“How was your day?” you asked nervously.
Luke walked right past you to the cupboard, grabbing a cup. He proceeded to the fridge, totally ignoring your question.
You bit down your lower lip, your anxiety just growing more and more intense.
“Is everything okay?” You asked. Luke continued to pour his drink, showing no sign that he even heard you.
“Did something happen?”
He set his cup back down, leaving it on the counter before walking towards the stairs.
“Luke?” You said again, worry evident in your tone.
“What?” he snapped, spinning in his tracks and staring at you.
“I just– um, is everything okay?”
“I’m fine,” he said in a voice that suggested anything but. He turned and started up the stairs again.
And of course you just couldn’t keep your stupid mouth shut. “What’s wrong?”
“Oh my God. Can you just leave me alone for one goddamn second?”
“I just wanted to make sure–”
“Enough!” he yelled harshly, slamming his fist into the wall.
Your eyes widened as the impact, combined with Luke’s suddenly loud voice made you jump, the glass dish in your hand falling to the floor, shattering around your feet. You snapped out of your trance, looking down at the mess you made and anxiety flooding through you. Shit, shit, shit. Not only could you not shut your goddamn mouth, but now you broke a dish, and were crying and shaking like an idiot.
Your whole body shook and you could feel the tears fighting their way to your eyes. You waited for the yelling– the berating.
Can you do anything right? Your father used to ask.
You idiot! Dumb! Useless, useless, useless.
You choked back a sob, nervously kneeling down, tucking your hair behind your ear and trying to pick up the broken glass. Maybe if you could clean it up fast enough, it would minimize the impact of the situation.
“I’m sorry–“ you whispered, it was so quiet though, you doubt Luke heard. “I’m sorry,” you repeated. You were so anxious you didn't even grab a dustpan, you just started collecting pieces in your hand as quickly as you could. Your vision quickly became blurry, your cheeks wet.
“Shit,” you heard, but you can’t stop. You were frantic, grabbing whatever you could off the floor before Luke would get more upset about it. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Useless, useless, useless.
By now you were a wreck. The tears had taken over and were flowing steadily down your face. You couldn’t really see what you were collecting off the floor, all you knew was that you had to keep cleaning it up.
“Y/N, stop–“ you heard.
It was distant.
“Hey–“
It was just background noise.
“Hey, hey, hey,” you saw a figure kneel beside you and before you could push him away, Luke’s hands were gripping your own, forcing them open. “Give me the glass,” he said, his voice noticeably calmer. You dropped the pieces, vaguely hearing them clatter to the floor. As soon as the shards were out of your hand, he was pulling you into his chest.
“I’m sorry,“ he breathed, wrapping his arms tightly around you. Luke’s head rested on top of yours. “I’m so sorry.”
“I have to clean it up–“ you whimpered.
“Shh,” he soothed, leaning back so that he was resting against the cabinets. He tugged you with him, your body falling against his chest. He rocked you on the floor like that, his arms wrapped around you securely. Your breathing was choppy and you were still shaking so violently. Luke gripped your arm with his hand, holding you steady and trying to calm you down. He muttered soothing words into your ear, planted gentle kisses to your temple, and repeated soft I’m sorry’s over and over again, until you could breathe again.
Only then did you feel Luke shift. “Let’s get away from the glass.”
He supported the majority of your weight, all but lifting you off the floor and guiding you to the dining room. He stood in front of you. Your eyes felt so heavy.
Luke grabbed your hands, holding them out in front of you and scanning them. “Did you cut yourself?” he asked, running his own hands over your skin.
You shook your head.
He pulled you into his chest again, crashing his body against your and pressing his hands into your back.
“I’m so sorry,” he repeated. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell–“
You nodded into his shirt, pinching the fabric between your fingers and breathing in the smell of his skin. “It’s okay,” you whispered, just wanting to forget this ever happened.
You felt Luke shake his head above you. “No-I’m-“ he almost apologized again, but he paused. “That wasn’t okay. Nothing about that was okay. I shouldn’t have yelled, and I definitely shouldn’t have hit the wall. I had a… a really shitty day,” he sighed. “But that’s not an excuse, and it’s not your fault.”
You pulled back, looking him in the eye. You knew Luke saw things at his job that haunted him. You saw it in the nights he woke up panting and gasping for breath because he had another nightmare. You saw it when he’d zone out randomly, like flashes of something horrible were running through his brain. You hated the fact that there was nothing you could do to help with any of it.
“You can talk to me, you know? I know I’m not a profiler, and I know I won’t always understand what you’re going through, but I’ll always listen.”
Luke nodded carefully.
“That’ll probably save us quite a few glasses in the future,” you added teasingly.
He nodded, smiling slightly and kissing the top of your head, “I don’t think I’m ready to talk about this one yet. But, I’ll remember that next time,” he said.
summary: Thinking back to his confession, surely you could have reacted differently.
Genre: fluff, just pure fluff. (maybe a tiny bit of angst. Blink and you missed it. )
Wordcount: 2.2 K
You've always wondered how love would nestle into you, how love would find a home within you. Sure, you imagined about it, imagined how it would be ur love someone like you've always read in books, you've read in poems.
Was it really possible to have that kind of love find you? Well, yes, yes it was.
To be laying here on these baby blue sheets, the comforting yellow walls with the added white and green accesoires displayed all over the room, some may say they would end up running with the splash off colour surrounding you but to you, to you it felt like laying in a meadow on an early spring day. The dandelions swaying in the slight breeze, the clouds just drifiting by being in their own element.
''What are you thinking of?'' The sweet sound of his voice would be the singing of the birds, bringing a sense of serenity to you. Turning towards Taehyung, you propped yourself up and looked at him with this beaming smile that he just couldn't resist and pinched your cheek lovingly.
The bed truly felt like laying on a cloud, being in your own world with the one that houses your heart and not having to think of the world below you.
''Just about you and me.'' You shrugged happily, not minding at all he has the flesh of your cheek pinched between two of his fingers, your smile growing just bigger at the action.
Putting the mark between the pages, he laid the book down on the nightstand and instead cupped your face between his hands as his eyes flickered over your face before he just shrugged aswell and left a sweet peck on your lips and patted his chest when he pulled away.
Getting yourself comfortable on his chest, you began to trace little circles on the skin of his shoulder and thought about how moments like these really were everything you have been thinking about before love actually did find you.
Naturally, when you first met Taehyung, you didn't think much of it. Ofcourse, he was kind, he seemed to be understanding and way more patient than you innitially thought he would be. You were careful about feeling affection for him, thinking nothing more than just being friends. You didn't even dare to imagine if he could fall for you but naturally even with the protected armor you couldn't help to fall for him fully and surprsisingly you were proven wrong on one summer night that love actually was infront of you all along.
''Remember the day when I laughed it off when you told me you loved me?'' You looked up at him, now picking at the hairs that were growing on his chin, Taehyung sighing loudly at the memory of that torturous evening for him.
''How can I ever forget..''
Giggling at his reaction, you thought back to that moment. How you looked at him suspiciously once you entered the car and he looked way too nervous based on the way he kept on picking his nails and almost running red lights. ''I do not have a drivers license but I think we would be more safe if I drove..'' You told him after telling him to park the car right at the parking 50 meters ahead. (You were thankful you spotted that one. )
''What is going on, Tae?'' It didn't seem like he was listening, his eyes looking around frantically and you were getting concerned at his behavior. Was someone following him?
Reaching out, you grabbed a hold of his hand and places a reassuring hand on his cheek, letting him know you were there and that it was okay. ''If you want me to get out, I-''
''No!'' the sudden loudness of his voice made you jump in your seat, your hand falling at your side, shocked at this strong reaction.
Shaking his head, Taehyung gulped and held onto your hands this time. ''No-'' He began, ''No thats not.. thats not it.'' He has never felt this nervous to be honest. This moment of baring his heart out to him was not something that he thought would be this scary. What could happen? A rejection would hurt for a little while but after that he could move on. There would be a 50 percent chance of a yes too.
Laying your hands on your lap, he dropped his head into his own and let out a little scream and took in some deep breaths. You watched this all with amazement, many, many questions visible to read of off your face.
''Taehyung, you can tell me, you know I will not jud-''
''-I love you.'' Again he interrupted you, but this time you were left flabbergasted and fully speechless as you openly gawked at him. The silence in the car that followed after was killing for the poor man that was sweating buckets right now, chest heaving up and down as if he ran a marathon at full speed.
You however wasn't even noticing the silence as your mind was jerked awake at that confession, going through every script you once imagined but this particular one did seem to be written now and you were unable to come up with an answer and just stared at the poor man waiting what felt to him like centuries.
So you did what you did best when it came to these moments -A habit that you somehow picked up from your best friend, and you were gonna strangle her later for that- you laughed. You laughed.
Maybe it wasn't even laughing anymore, it sounded like cackling to you and being the idiot you were, slapped his leg and told him he shouldn't joke like that but the way his face fell and his eyes seemed to be shimmering in the dim streetlights had you stopping abruptly and you swallowed the lump in your throat as you opened and closed your mouth but you were unable to come up with any word, let alone sentences and just watched how he fully seemed to be turning away from you.
''Wait.'' Ah. You finally seemed to have found your voice and you were startled by it, to be honest and tried it again, this time a bit softer.
''You- you were serious? Love as in love?'' You found the words one by one and hesitatingly asked wether he truly meant it but afraid of his rejection (ironically), you were approaching him carefully.
''Ofcourse!'' The sudden harshness of his voice made you wince but you suppose you deserved that. ''Why would you think I was joking, y/n, I-'' Closing his eyes, Taehyung rubbed his eyes in exhaustion and turned himself towards you again, open to a conversation, a discussion or whatever it would be. ''This is not laughable, I basically layed my heart in your hands y/n''
''Laugh.. Oh.. Oh! Fuck me, really.'' Now it just fully dawned upon you, that you actually laughed, you actually laughed right when the man you love too, basically confessed his own feelings to you all because you were unable to comprehend his words.
''Its not- I didn't mean- I love you..'' Now it was your turn to hide your face in your hands, slapping your own cheeks multiple times and muttering how stupid you were and how you didn't mean it and that you definitely were gonna strangle your friend
This however, made Taehyung chuckle, watching how you were having a breakdown over yourself was kind of amusing to him, only because you did break his heart but he was slowly becoming hopeful based on your reaction and you words, catching some of the sentences you mumbled out.
Once you came back to your senses, you peeked at Taehyung through the gaps of your fingers and the hint of a small smile gave you some courage to face him.
''Taehyung. I apologize for reacting like this. I promise this is not what you think it is..'' You started off, nodding at your own spurt of thoughts, choosing your words carefully now.
''It is not?'' Taehyung questioned, leaning back into the seat and just simply watched you look for words. He might wanted to make you sweat just a little now, but his hammering heart into his chest was telling him, he did need an answer and quite quickly otherwise he was definitely gonna faint.
Shaking your head quite aggressively, you reached for his hand and squeezed them with all your might as if he was gonna walk out any moment. "I actually cant believe it. That's why I laughed. I- I didn't know how to react." you bow your head in shame, stuttering and trying to apologize in every way you could think of. There was no way, you were going to let go of this man just because your mind was shortcutting thanks to his confession.
''Okay.'' That one word did put fear into you and somehow your mind once again decided that there was one thing left to do and that was-
Gripping his biceps, you looked up at him with determination dripping from your face, your expression stern as you nodded and Taehyung's eyes widened at the sudden moodchange. ''Uh, y/n..'' The hint of amusent was clear in his tone of voice but all you could focus on were his lips, going through every scenario you might have daydreamed about once and how this would end, yet when you didn't come up with anything this time around aswell, your mind was set and you pulled him towards you, placing your lips on his.
Okay, Taehyung was now 99 percent sure he was gonna faint. The softness of his lips he only could have imagined up until now, had his heart doing cartwheels and he was unable to move for a few seconds what to you this time around did feel like forever. Guess the tables were turned.
It didn't take long for Taehyung though to back to his senses, especially when he felt your grip loosening around his arms and did what any sane person would do, he cupped your chin and moved his lips against yours, tilting your head slightly to deepen the kiss needing to let you know this really was what he wanted.
If you could actually think in that moment (let's face it, you havent been doing that for atleast 15 minutes now) you would have asked him if it was okay to kiss him, but alas here you were just doing without any thinking.
Your own heart was now the one running a marathon when you felt him stiffen against your grip and when he didn't kiss you back, you were ready to apologize a million times more but the moment you were about to pull away the gentle hand of the man across from you, blacked out the many thoughts you were having now and calmed down your racing heart to a calmer pace when you felt his lips move against yours.
-
''I still cant grap the fact that you laughed.'' Taehyung laughs in disbelief still, playing with a strand of hair as he thinks back at the memory of pure shock.
''But somehow I still managed to get you.'' You prop up your chin on his chest, poking his lips and wiggle your eyebrows at him. ''It somehow did not scare you away, didn't it? '' He scoffed at that, dropping the strand of hair and flicked your forehead instead.
''Or-'' Taehyung begins, a smirk forms itself on his lips and pulls you even closer with his hand pressed against your back, tracing your lips with his thumb while licking his lips as he thinks back at the way he had you pressed against the passenger seat right after that kiss.
''- Or your kissing game was just too good, your lips clouded my thinking and you just reeled me in like this.'' Taehyung taps your lips before he bends down to kiss you just like how you kissed eachother the first time. Minus the not thinking part this time.
''I also remember you wacking the back of your friend's head when I brought you home.'' Taehyung chuckles, laying back down against the pillows, moving his hand over your back . ''It was really funny how she looked at you all confused while rubbing the back of her head.''
You let out a shriek of laughter, the way she just stood there dumbfounded when you kissed her cheek afterwards was something you always teased her with until this day still. ''Yeah, somehow it left an impression on you so I should thank her too.''
Taehyung hums, and feels how you lay yourself back down on his chest, together listening to the quiet of the evening and enjoying the last sunlight of the day that shines through the window.
Did he imagine something entirely else when he made up his mind to confess to you? Yeah, no one would think the other would laugh and not at all being a reaction of disbelief. He supposes that he wouldn't change of thing if he could go back in time and confess in a different way. Not like that was possible anyways, you were you and he loved you just because of that.
Besides he absolutely adores your laugh. It's truly like the blooming of cherry blossoms. A sight to behold.
(A/N:) Thank you for the request! I love doing these headcanons for my readers. They’re really fun to write and are some of my most popular! Buckle in for some fluff everyone cause this is gonna be fun! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess
AN: I am on a writing challenge journey. Here is challenge number 1. Bonne appetite.
Summary: all he wanted was to finish his laundry, get a shower and just deal with the heat of summer however you came walking in and made him feel even hotter, and you weren't even aware of it..
Warning : 18 +. Do not reblog when under 18.
The summer definitely made its presence known, the sweltering heat of the day was almost unbearable. Luckily, Jisung was able to escape into the cool air of their apartment, and without any sweat folded the last bits of the laundry he had thrown on the bed.
Looking up at the sound of the door opening, he watched how you walked into the room with just some shorts and a sports bra on, noticing how you must have stripped some of the clothes since he remembered you weren't wearing that this morning. Clad in sweatpants he definitely questioned you about with this heat.
However he had to do a double take, hands pausing as he fully gawked at you. "What are you doing?" He simply asked and swallowed, quickly looking away and tried to busy himself with the laundry once again but his gaze couldn't help but to drift back to you, taking in the way the popsicle you happily were consuming after vacuuming the rest of the room as a reward. It went in and out your mouth, your lips wrapping around the tip before popping the ice cream out with a pop and you raised an eyebrow at the questionable, question he just asked.
"What am I doing?" you repeated slowly, confused as to why he asked that. "Asking if I can help you?" You were unsure what kind of answer he was looking for especially with the way he was staring at you. Eyes squinted, glaring so hard, you felt like you were going to drop dead on the floor right there.
"Yes, what do you think you're doing?" Jisung felt his cock twitching, stomach dipping in the pleasure that was quickly forming inside of him as he intensely watched the way your mouth wrapped around the popsicle once again, the slurping sounds brought him back to memories where he saw your head bopping up and down while he laid on the bed with his hands in your hair, guiding your every move as you sucked him off, laying right between his legs.
The way your drool slipped past your lips and down your chin, the slurping sound of your own spit and his arousal on your tongue had him gulping as he looked at the way your tongue licked off the sweet taste from your lips.
He followed your every move as you sucked and licked away like it was nothing. Like it was just a normal thing to eat ice cream like that, you were taunting him, waiting for him to pounce on you and he had to admit that he was close. So close
You noticed how his breathing had picked up and popped the ice cream from your mouth. Pointing it at him, your mind did not register anything as you asked that stupid question, and to him it almost felt like you were mocking him with that thing in his face, showing him how he wasn't getting any action from you. "Why did you stop folding?"
Han was now fully hard, his cock happily announcing that it should be sucked off instead of that evil popsicle (he was never gonna buy again) and shifted on the bed quite uncomfortably, feeling the pools of heat boiling inside.
There was no way to escape the heat now, he felt way too hot, face flushed with need and he tried so hard to compose himself, fingers digging into the shirt he had been holding since the moment you walked in.
With a deep breath he cleared his throat and continued to fold the laundry, trying his best to ignore the sounds that were coming from you. Now was not the time, Jisung said to himself and continued with what he was doing before you decided to torture him.
You had been blinking at him the moment he blatantly ignored you, the moment he just simply asked you what you were doing. Wasn't it obvious? You were done with your chores so you came looking for him with the intention to help him however it seemed like Jisung wasn't in the mood at all. Pushing his behavior under the opinion of the heat getting to him, you decided to leave him be, grabbing an ice cream for him would definitely help him to cool off. "I will be right back." you simply told him them, ready to climb off the bed.
Hearing the bed creak, he felt like he could finally breathe. Not like his cock protested though, twitching once more as if to say how stupid he was himself for not letting your talented mouth sink down on him.
Don't get him wrong, he wanted to, he so desperately wanted to, just his schedule wouldn't allow him to grab you by the jaw and smash his lips on yours while he would guide your hand to his shorts, and let you help him let his dick breathe.
Shaking his head to get the image of his cock in your mouth out of his mind, he hummed at your words and grabbed one of the last pieces of clothing he needed to fold before he could quickly take a cold shower and had to go on his way to the dance studio.. or so he thought, because it seemed like you hated him when he heard your oh so familiar gasp followed by a giggle as you innocently stated "Oh! That's cold, now I am all sticky."
His head snapped to you, eyes burning with flames of need, chest heaving up and down heavily and his jaw ticked.
Just as you were about to get off the bed, the ice cream you almost forgot -since your mind was occupied by your boyfriend's behavior - was melting on your leg and you gasped at the cold feeling before you had to laugh, scooping up the liquid from your thigh and sticking your finger back into your mouth with a smile, unaware of your boyfriend now looking at you with a gaze that purely read sex.
You shrieked at his touch, his hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling your finger from your mouth and yanked you towards him, coming face to face with his glare that made you gulp. "J-Jisung?"
"I will ask again-" His voice rumbled from his chest, holding your arm in the air with the innocent popsicle still in your hand.
"-what do you think you're doing?" Jisung plucked the ice cream from your grip, tossing it somewhere in the room as he could care less if it would make a mess later on, the only mess he could care about right now was his cum dripping down your chin, his digits popping it right back in your mouth.
"Han!" Shock went through your body and you tried to sit up better by placing your free hand on his thigh but froze at the feeling of his hardened cock beneath your palm. Your jaw dropped, and your eyes snapped back to his and he saw the realization dawn on you what has been happening all this time.
Jisung smirked at that, lowering your arm down and laid it over his shoulder, grabbing your other hand that hovered over his practically begging dick and slipped it past his shorts, letting out a low groan when your fingers wrapped around him without hesitation.
"Hah.." his body shuddered at the simple touch, relief flooding over his face and couldn't help but to throw his head back when he felt you squeeze him just the way you knew he liked.
"I will happily eat you too. " You smirked, closing the gap between the two of you and swallowing his moans when you start to work on him, finally relieving him from the shackles you've been keeping tight.
everyone send her something cute for her man's birthday!
Summary: After a day filled with carrying boxes inside, it's time for you and your boyfriend to unwind.
Genre: fluff. Just pure fluff.
''What are you doing?'' You heard his voice first before you felt his arms circling around your waist as he stepped onto the balcony with you.
''Nothing.'' You simply answer him, continiuing to gaze out onto the lively city beneath you. ''It's cold though. Being out here with a jacket.'' Taeyang sighs, resting his chin on top of your head, mumbling something about you being stubborn and just pulls you closer if that was even possible knowing you're basically sandwiched between him and the railing.
Taeyang watches how his breath forms clouds into the sky, looking up at the full moon that just shines right above the building. He smiles at that, unable but to think that even the moon congratulates the two as it beams right where they are.
''I havent packed out that box yet.'' You state just like that and the reply that comes from him leaves you chuckling, patting his hand that has settled on your stomach as if to tell him this was to be expected and he should have, if he truly knows you that he always claims that he does.
''Yeah..'' He trails off, turning to the apartment behind him, seeing the boxes stacked up and taking up the most space in the living room. Words scribbled what's supposed to be inside them but he knows that some boxes definitely will be mystery ones.
''I can't really blame you.'' He turns you two around, him being the one who has his back against the railing while he finally gets to see your gorgeous face. ''You probably will have to guess in which box the jackets will be.'' Your expression changes, grimacing at the thought of having to just unpack every box without having a plan on where to start. Taeyang knows how much you rely on lists sometimes, always having a plan for things, yet the move suddenly was sooner than expected and you two ended up throwing stuff in boxes that were already labeled for -well- not the stuff you ended up putting in.
''But that's for another day to worry.'' Taeyang cups your cheek, lifting your chin for him to plant a sweet kiss on your lips. ''I wanted to take a walk with you.'' He then begins, tugging a lock of your hair behind your ear before he caresses your cheeks once again. ''Let me show you around the neighbourhood.''
Closing your eyes at his touch, you rest against his chest, his warmth spreading around you in the cold air of the night. A nightwalk around the neighbourhood just with him does sound like everything right now and you nod, burying yourself more in the comfort of him.
''Let me grab my jacket for you.'' Taeyang steps away from the railing and guides you back to the apartment where he snatches his coat that he discarded on the boxes and motions to you to hold out your arm as he helps you getting all nice and warm.
''Warm?'' is what he asks then after zipping you up and straightening the collar. You hum as an answer but realize he is the one without one and you frown. ''But you're gonna be cold, we cant go then.'' Your fingers find the zipper but Taeyang quickly stops you with a laugh.
''Don't you think I was prepared for this? I know you, (y/n).'' and he rounds the corner, coming back with another coat for himself. ''Always prepared.''
With your hand clasped in his, you two roam the unfamiliar streets. Atleast to you. For your boyfriend the streets weren't as unknown to you and he happily showed you around in the serene of the night. Pointing out where you could buy the best vegetables and which shops you actually needed to avoid.
He even enthusiastically showed you the hidden ones that normally, only the old people were able to go to but since the elders seemed to adore him, they didn't mind sharing the hidden gems with him.
''And there- '' Taeyang pulls you a little closer by pressing his hand on your waist, making sure you have the same line of sight as he has. ''- RIght there is where I will propose.''
Your heart skips a beat at his words, eyes taking in the small park lit up by lanterns hanging on the brances of trees, creating this magical path to the pond, the ripples in the water cast what could have been a different world as the moon sways in it's dance.
''Tae-yang..'' You breathe out, lost in the sight infront of you, unaware of the man looking at you just the same. You feel a ghost like kiss right below your eye. ''P-propose?''
Your breathing starts to pick up, stomach dropping as you're unsure what to think. You love him, with all of your soul and you would be hollow if he stepped out of your life. Opening and closing your mouth, you turn to look at him and you the smile on his face. ''Tae-'' He hushes you by placing both hands on your cheeks. ''I know what you are thinking.''
Taeyang knew what was going to happen inside your pretty head once he uttered those words, he saw the emotions flash through your eyes and the way your body stiffened just a little, he found adorable and chuckled.
''To be my forever girlfriend. What else should it be, dove?'' He teased, grabbing the flesh of your cheek to pinch.
With a pout, you just let him pinch your cheek like that however he surprises you by suddenly cupping your jaw and slotting his lips over yours. The protest dies down in the kiss, the wind suddenly feeling colder now that you feel your face heating up at the public display of his affection to you.
It doesn't happen often seeing his job and reputation. You fully melt into him, sliding your hands over his shoulders and deepening the kiss by pinching his chin between your fingers to put a bit of pressure on his jaw and he lets out a small moan, knowing what you're asking of him.
''Y/n..''
When he does utter your name, you slide in your tongue and the butterflies seem to suddenly know arobatics when you do hear him sigh in bliss, happily letting you take the reigns in this kiss. One hand finds their home in your hair, pressing you even closer to him by the back of your head and keeps a tight grip around your neck aswell.
It's then that the sound of tires on a wet road have you two realizing exactly where you are and jump away from eachother like this isn't something you should be doing, eventhough it's pretty normal for a couple to do.
Your heart hammers in your chest for many reasons, licking your lips when your eyes lock on his. You two are silent before bursting out in laughter and you do slap his chest.
''Is this why you took me out for a walk? Having ulterior motives?'' Your click your tongue against the roof of your mouth and look away dramatically.
''I was surprised you fell right into my trap.'' Taeyang reaches for you, tugging onto your wrist and practically fly right into his chest. ''Besides-'' His thumb drags down your lower lip, lets it linger before it 'pops' back in place. ''-You're the one who just seduced me.''
''Me?'' You gasp loudly, pointing to yourself, never have been so offended by an accusation. How dare he.
Taeyang sees the pout on your face, your head tilted to the side with your arms crossed over your chest as you huff. There was no doubt he was sure about the move in together, he has been thinking about it quite awhile that even his members at last told him to just ask you after having to listen to him sigh about not being able to come home to you and having to deal with his sulking.
Without a word, he steers his direction back to the apartment, walking with his hands behind his head and with a little pop in his steps, he grins widely. The love overflowing like a waterfall from his heart and he can't help but to jump once, throwing his hands in the air, unable to surpress the feelings.
''You coming?!'' He says, waving you over but does not wait for an answer while you merely just watch the practically dancing man walking up the street, the moon shining right above him.
''I am coming.'' You say more to yourself than to him and quicken your pace to fall into step beside him. His hand find yours naturally, stuffing it back into his pocket to keep them warm as you two make your way back to your shared apartment and the boxes waiting to be unpacked.
Listen, listen to me... i am smiling some damn goof okay, i am here smiling like a freaking goof, wide goofy grin and just... THE SOFTNESS 🥹🥹🥹 imfine its so beautiful oh my gosh... Lau, your fluff absolutely just... its so good, so so good oh my gosh
Like you had me also! Like you had me at the propose part, i was like
Wait what? AND THEN YOU! I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT!! And when they started laughing... i love that, that actually made my heart grow so much fonder, so much, i swear i felt it grow...
Thank you for writing this 🧡 thank you for taking the time to write this 🧡
hear me out:) reader wants to try vanilla sex with Dr.Crane since he always has some kind of twist or experiment when it came down to it. And he ends up doing her against the wall and it’s just really intimate.
love your works, and it’s totally fine if this isn’t something you would write🤗
I love a challenge haha ;) And I always enjoy getting to explore different sides of a character. While he might not be nice in most of my fics, I do think that Crane has a sweet side. Somewhere in there lmao. Thank you for requesting, anon!
V. planifolia
Pairing: Jonathan Crane x Reader
Word Count: 2.6k
Summary: Your boyfriend comes home unexpectedly early, and you take the opportunity to try something new.
Warnings: Smut, dom/sub dynamics, mentions of bondage, mentions of edging, slight overstim, dirty talk, dumbification if you squint, dare I say... some domestic fluff? (in MY Jonathan Crane?!), established boyfriend/girlfriend relationship
A/N: The biggest mental hurdle I had to overcome in writing this was referring to him as "Jonathan" instead of "Crane" lmao. He's just always Crane in my head. And while things are pretty vanilla, he's still sassy, because... well, it is me writing him lol
***Please read the warnings before continuing. Minors DNI***
You were so used to your boyfriend coming home late that it was almost a surprise when he showed up just thirty minutes after you'd finished dinner.
“Jonathan?” you called, cautiously getting up from the couch to investigate.
You'd heard the sound of a key turning in the lock, so logic dictated that it couldn't have been an intruder. But it was barely seven o’clock, and Jonathan didn't usually get home until after you were already in bed. He worked long hours; he always had. So you were shocked to see him standing there in the entryway, setting down his briefcase as he closed the door behind him.
“Baby? What are you doing home early?”
At the sound of your voice, he looked up. A small smile fluttered over his face; his eyes pale and tired, until they caught a glimpse of you. There was that mischievous little spark that you loved.
“Sorry to startle you,” he replied. “I can leave if you'd like.”
He was joking, and you laughed a little as your arms wrapped around his waist. Your bodies found each other easily, and you felt yourself sink against him in that comfortable way that you knew so well.
“No way - you're not getting away from me that easily,” you teased.
Your lips brushed against his, and Jonathan pulled you in closer until you were kissing him. As you sighed happily, you realized that it had been - approximately - forever since the last time you'd had an evening alone with him. You pulled away and looked back at him softly; gentle concern tinting your eyes.
“I'm happy you're home, but is everything okay?” you asked. “You really are back early.”
“Everything’s fine,” he assured you.
Jonathan gave you one more squeeze before he gently broke the hug, trailing off in the direction of the living room. You followed, a small skip already creeping into your step. Your smile threatened to break out at any moment. It was so good to have him home.
You watched from the doorway as Jonathan dropped heavily onto the couch, leaning his head back to look up at the ceiling as he sat. His jacket was already thrown over the back of a chair, and he rolled up his shirtsleeves, not watching what he was doing.
“I know that I haven't been home much,” he continued. His voice seemed to fill the room, making the small space feel even more intimate. “Work has been eating me alive.”
“I hope not literally,” you joked.
Though you could never be sure. Some of the patients he worked with at Arkham were… unique, to say the least.
“Not yet.”
He lifted his head to look over at you, briefly, before reclining again and throwing an arm over his face. Even with his eyes shielded, you could still feel the lingering, icy cold rush of his gaze. You walked over and knelt at his feet, helping him to remove his shoes.
As you tugged at the laces, you felt a surge of devotion wash over you. Jonathan always worked hard. Even though, yes, he wasn't around much during the week, he made sure to provide for you. In fact, you were sure that was all part of the reason why he so often worked late.
Once his shoes were off, you let your soft fingers drift up his leg, brushing against the fabric of his trousers.
“Did you have dinner? Do you want something to eat?”
“Maybe later,” Jonathan replied, as he took hold of your wrist.
Gently, he pulled you until you were standing up, and then until you were straddling him, your knees pressed into his sides.
“Is there anything else I can get you?” you asked, settling into his lap.
As you spoke, your hands came up to rest on his shoulders. Kneading into his tension, you could feel as his arms relaxed under your touch.
“I just want to spend time with you.”
His fingers trailed over your thigh, and you knew instantly what he meant.
“Oh, so that's why you're home early,” you teased.
You leaned in to kiss him again, this time slipping a finger to hook under the knot of his tie, pulling him closer to you. His tongue brushed against yours, and it sent an electric jolt down your spine.
“Aren't I allowed to miss you?” he teased back.
You felt your cheeks heat up. Both of you knew very well that Jonathan was always the one in charge in the bedroom, and hearing him talk as if you were the one who imposed rules on him made you feel flustered.
“You have no idea,” he continued, “how hard it is to work late, when all I can think about is how you’re here all alone. Waiting up for me. You've been good though, right? Haven't been touching yourself without me?”
The heat on your cheeks deepened, traveling all the way down to your core.
“O-of course not,” you replied, cursing the way your voice caught in your throat. It was just like him to somehow have you wrapped fully around his finger less than five seconds in. “You know I wouldn't.”
Jonathan hummed, and pushed your hips up and off of his lap as he brought a hand down to brush softly over your clit. You jumped, even feeling him through all your clothing, and your knuckles stretched tightly over his shoulders.
“Seems like you're telling the truth…”
And you were. You melted into his touch as Jonathan swirled his fingers against you, pressing them roughly. After going without for so long, every nerve felt as if it was on fire in between your legs.
“Ohh…”
Your soft sigh earned you more pressure from Jonathan; his fingers nearly digging into your clothed cunt. You rocked your hips, desperately throwing your head back as you held onto his shoulders for support.
“Stop,” he ordered.
“Mmmmmph.”
Your petulant whine filled the room, and your frustration only grew as Jonathan took his hand away. His command had been gentle, but you were so needy that it felt like torture.
Swiftly, Jonathan stood up and took you with him. Still holding onto your hips for support, he made sure your feet were on the ground before stepping forward. He backed you up with him, until your shoulder blades hit the far wall.
“I really have been away for too long, haven't I?” he breathed, filling your mouth with the taste of anticipation.
“It's okay… I know you're busy at work.”
“You're too nice,” Jonathan sighed. “I want to hear just how badly you’ve missed me.”
Almost instantly, he got what he wanted as you cried out, shocked by the way his leg pushed eagerly between yours. He pressed harder, still looming over you.
“That's better.”
“Jonathan-”
“Want me to tie you up like I did last time?” he interrupted. “Or do you want to try something new?”
It was impossible to miss the hint of excitement in his deep voice. You moaned as he dragged your hips down even harder, pressing your bodies together with an intensity that was almost too much.
“I- was thinking it might be nice to try something a bit different,” you answered, your voice slightly fragmented as he unbuttoned your pants.
“Mmm. You have any ideas?”
You took a deep breath. What you had in mind probably wasn't the same as whatever twisted idea was running through Jonathan’s head. It wasn't that you didn't like experimenting. It was just… you didn't like doing it all the time.
“I was thinking… what if we just took things slow?” you ventured.
“What? Like you want me to edge you?”
“No, not… exactly like that.”
It was getting harder to articulate, as Jonathan’s mouth latched onto your neck, sucking and biting as he moved up toward your jaw.
“Like what, then?” he whispered wickedly, right in your ear.
“Like… what if we were just kinda… gentle?”
Jonathan pulled back to look at you, the slight hint of a frown on his lips.
“But you like when I'm rough with you.”
“I do!” you rushed to agree. “It’s just that… sometimes I want you to be slow and sensual.”
Your arms inched up to hook round his neck, and you pulled him in for a soft kiss, trying to show him what you wanted. Jonathan was stiff at first, but eventually he melted into the slow movement of your lips.
When the kiss broke, Jonathan took a step back, removing his thigh from between your legs. He pushed his hands under your waistband and started to, very slowly, shove the fabric down over your hips.
“We can try that,” he relented. Then added with a mischievous wink, “But if you get bored… just let me know.”
You hummed as his hands slid over your curves, dragging your pants down with them. Jonathan never did anything halfheartedly, and if you wanted it slow, then that was exactly how he would give it to you. Even if it did drive you crazy in the process.
Your slacks fell, pooling below you on the hard floor. Jonathan paused for a moment, before planting a kiss on the exposed skin below where your blouse had started to fall away. He pushed back your collar, to kiss more and then send a shiver right after, as he breathed over the wetness that had been left behind by his mouth.
He stood up straight, pressing an airy kiss to your forehead as his fingers trailed over the lace of your panties.
“Am I doing it how you want me to, darling?” he asked.
You felt yourself swoon again. You weren't used to him following your lead quite like this, but you liked it. A lot.
As was clearly evidenced by the wet spot that had started to seep through the fabric that Jonathan was toying with. He found the trace of your arousal easily enough, and pressed two of his fingers into the damp cotton.
“Nevermind. I have my answer.”
Slipping your already-ruined panties to the side, Jonathan brushed his fingers over your core before bringing them up to your clit. Swirling with just the right kind of pressure, he dragged a soft moan from your lips.
“Oh my god,” you sighed. “Keep going.”
He kissed you, slowly but sinfully, swallowing all of your breathy sighs and words of admiration as they slipped out. It was impossible to contain them, especially when you started to feel his own arousal as it pressed up against your hip, seeming to grow more impatient the harder he got.
“Jonathan- so close,” you whined, breathless already.
“You sure you don't want me to edge you?” he asked, maybe a little hopefully.
“No - please, let me come.”
The pressure was already building. Soon, neither of you would have any choice in the matter. You just had to get him to keep going, long enough for you to push past the point of no return.
“Well, if you're asking so nicely…”
Another searing kiss sealed your fate, and you scrambled to hang onto Jonathan as you felt yourself start to crumble.
He held you, still pressed firm against the wall, and you heard a deep chuckle resound from his throat.
“Good to know even this kind of stuff makes you a mess,” Jonathan droned. “Or maybe you're just so used to me doing everything I want to you, that this actually counts as variety now.”
You were barely listening to him; still too distracted by the delightfully sore feeling that seemed to permeate your whole body.
What you did notice was him slipping your panties the rest of the way off, letting them fall at your feet before gently guiding you to step out of them. With that done, he turned his attention to your blouse, delicately removing it and then tossing it to the side.
Your hands came up clumsily to paw at the buttons on his shirt, trying in vain to release them. Jonathan saw you were struggling, and gave you a small, knowing smile.
“Let me help, darling. It seems like you're having some trouble.”
You moved your hands to let Jonathan take over. He loosened his tie easily, and popped three of his buttons. But, quickly, he lost interest, and instead moved to unzip his pants.
When he finally sprang free, his cock hit your still-throbbing clit.
“Ah!” you hissed.
“Still sensitive?” Jonathan asked, rubbing himself leisurely against you.
Your only response was a whimper, but that was answer enough. Jonathan’s lips curled into a wicked smile, as he hovered close to your ear.
“Hold still,” he teased, reaching down to line himself up.
You squirmed, fighting within yourself as half of you wanted to scream at the sensation while the rest of you, conversely, needed to grind down harder. Every contact made you jump, and as he pressed in, you saw stars.
“Jonathan…”
You had expected him to start moving, but instead he held off. Staying right where he was, Jonathan paused so that you could feel just how completely he filled you.
“Everything okay?” he asked, sickly sweet voice dripping into your ears.
“Fuck,” you replied.
He laughed.
“You’ve lost quite a bit of your usual eloquence.” He started to drag himself out. “But okay. Since you asked nicely again…”
As he pressed back in, slow but rough, you couldn’t help letting out an undignified sound. Jonathan smirked.
When he did it again, your whole body shifted, pressed up by the force of his thrust. Your head rolled back, hitting the wall lightly before lolling off to the side.
“You’re so pretty,” he sighed.
As he spoke, he reached down to hook one of your legs up and over his waist. The new angle caused you to let out another choked whine, which earned you an even harder thrust.
“Maybe we should do this more often. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen you like this.”
You could only imagine how you must have looked. Mouth hanging open and eyes half-shut, rolling back into your head from the pleasure as your chest heaved and your knees gave out. Jonathan smoothed a thumb over the edge of your jaw.
“Even though I can’t stop thinking about all of the other things I’d like to do to you,” he added, punctuating the sentiment with his hips. You swore you felt him shudder.
Kissing your suddenly-warm neck, Jonathan thrust into you again. Your hips snapped back weakly to meet him, and you heard yourself start to moan. You held onto him tighter, dragging your nails down his arms.
“I thought you wanted to be gentle?” he teased.
He hadn't been going very fast, but now he slowed down entirely. For a moment, the two of you stood, face to face, your breath and his in a sweltering mix, pooling out in the scant space between you.
Jonathan’s forehead came to rest against yours, and you looked up into the blur of his eyes. Two hazy pools of blue ice that were filling your vision completely.
“Want me to speed up?”
“No, this is nice,” you replied. A bit dreamily as your senses took time to adjust. Your skin prickled at his touch as he brushed a hand lazily up your arm.
“I can be slow then,” he laughed. “But it might be too hard if you keep looking at me like that.”
“How should I look at you, hm?” you teased.
“Like you’re pretending you don't want to be turned around with your wrists pinned up against the wall,” he teased back.
He pressed into you, exploring how deep he could go before you started writhing against him. Your leg on his waist tightened, pulling him in and holding him firmly in place for a kiss.
You knew he might take some convincing, but you were prepared to take all night to show Jonathan just how good things could be, after practicing a little patience.
“I broke apart my insides, I’ve got no soul to sell. The only thing that works for me, help me get away from myself.”
“I wanna fuck you like an animal, I wanna feel you from the inside."
"You can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything.”
warnings: smut, rough sex, choking, first time, penetrative sex, p in v sex, unprotected sex, spitting, spitballing, cum eating, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), face fucking/ deepthroating, nipple play, orgasm denial, porn with some plot, pwp, wow there's a lot here lol
word count: 2316
authors note: if Dr. Jonathan Crane has a million fans, then I'm one of them. if Dr. Jonathan Crane has one fan, then I'm THAT ONE. if Dr. Jonathan Crane has no fans, that means I'm dead. anyway, I love this man and his character so much, so I had to be feral about him. he's so pretty, and for what??? also Closer by NIN is soooo Jonathan-coded. I don't make the rules. (not beta read, we die like men here)
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Six months have passed, and you’ve yet to have any form of sex with your boyfriend, Dr. Jonathan Crane. You get that he’s busy most of the time and doesn’t really hold sex to a high standard like most men do. But god, you wanted him to have your way with you already. Jonathan looks like he was hand sculpted by the gods themselves with his piercing blue eyes, strong jawline, and perfect lips. You’d do anything to have his stunning face between your legs. And you seriously mean anything at this point. Both of you trust each other with your lives. Jonathan has taken a while to open up to you, and the last thing he’s yet to show you about himself is his sexuality.
For the last week, every time you so much as kiss Jonathan, you get irrevocably turned on. Sometimes he’ll give into you and let his tongue explore your mouth, but then he’ll pull away with a satisfied smirk. It’s almost as if he teases you on purpose. But then again, you doubt Jonathan would do it for this long, purposely depriving you of physical affection. But the things he does, don’t surprise you anymore. He could very well be torturing you without you realizing it.
Everything changes when you stay at Jonathan’s apartment one night. You take a shower and put on your favorite pair of matching lace underwear and a shirt you stole from Jonathan’s dresser the first time you came over. You have no makeup on, you’ve just finished brushing your teeth for bed, and you haven’t put on any pants as of yet. The hem of the shirt is tucked into your underwear unbeknownst to you. So, when Jonathan walks into his bedroom, he sees you standing in the doorway of the en-suite bathroom with his old white t-shirt inside your bright red underwear. You barely notice his eyes turn three shades darker as you go to rinse your mouth.
Jonathan comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as you’re ducked into the sink, spitting out the remainder of your toothpaste. He presses himself against your ass when it sticks out as you bend over. You don’t pay much attention to Jonathan and him being close to you. He was surprisingly clingy. But when you stand up straight and look at him behind you in the mirror’s reflection, you notice his features are much darker than usual.
“Are you-“ You begin to ask if Jonathan is okay, but before you can finish your sentence, his mouth attaches itself to your neck.
With his hands splayed across your stomach underneath your- his shirt, he pulls your hair away from your shoulder. Jonathan then makes eye contact with you in the mirror as his hands travel up your abdomen to your breasts. He gives them a harsh squeeze as he bites down into the skin between your neck and shoulder. You hiss at the feeling of Jonathan being so close to you, touching you like this. You wonder what’s gotten into him but push that thought aside when his fingertips delve past the lace covering your nipples. You gasp as Jonathan circles one with his index finger, licking up your neck and jaw slowly until he reaches the side of your face.
“You look irresistible,” Jonathan breathes into your ear, nibbling at the lobe.
“And what are you gonna do about it?” you ask, biting your lip in anticipation.
Jonathan picks up and throws you over his shoulder, carrying you over to his bed, where he all but gently throws you onto it. Before you can react, Jonathan is on top of you, ripping your underwear clean off your legs.
“Let me take care of you, darling,” Jonathan coos, pushing the shirt up and over your head before unclasping your bra next.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this,” you sigh, tugging at his white button-up that he’s yet to change out of.
“I think I have an idea of how long. Show me how bad you want it,” Jonathan says, moving his hands off of you completely.
The urge to rip the man in front of you apart bubbles up in your lower stomach, and you sit on your knees in front of Jonathan. You rip his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere in the room. You leave open-mouthed kisses on his chest as he slides his fingers through your hair, gripping it harshly as he pulls your head back so you can look at him. You stare at him unwaveringly; your eyes half-lidded with growing lust. After studying the smirk on your face, Jonathan lets go of you, and you immediately go for the button and zipper of his trousers. Unbuckling his belt, you yank it out of the belt loops and toss it on the floor. You pull his pants down his hips far enough for you to get where you want. Pulling Jonathan’s cock out, you marvel at it momentarily before taking his head into your warm mouth. There was no way you’d be able to take all of him without gagging, but you’re going to try anyway. You’ve waited too long for this.
“Fuck,” Jonathan keens as you swivel your tongue around him, gathering his precum.
He realizes he’s definitely waited too long for this.
But he has been nervous about being vulnerable around you. He actually cares about you, believe it or not. And doesn’t want to hurt you- not severely, anyway. Only as much as you’ll let him.
Before Jonathan can tell you to hurry up and take his cock, you slam your nose into his pelvis, letting his tip hit the back of your throat. He lets out the dirtiest moan you’ve ever heard, sending heat straight to your bare core. You’re impossibly wet, rubbing your thighs together as you bob your head along Jonathan’s length with fervor. You let him thrust into your mouth as you helplessly gag around him, spit dribbling down your chin as tears fall from your eyes. Jonathan face fucks you, and you simply take it, enjoying every second of his perfect cock in your mouth. Your fingernails dig into his hips, causing him to bite his lip as he looks down at you. You peek up at him through your eyelashes, pulling him out of your mouth and flicking your tongue on his head. Suddenly, your face is ripped away from his body.
“Lay back on the bed like a good girl for me,” Jonathan growls, your hair in a vice grip in his hand once again.
You quickly crawl to the pillows, lying down as Jonathan discards the rest of his clothing, completely naked and revealed to you at last. You scan his body, freckles dotting the places his clothing hides. They’re not just dusted along his cheeks but his shoulders too. His back is also covered in constellation-like freckles. Jonathan tries not to notice you studying him, but he can’t help but drink in your appearance too. How your waist and hips make the perfect shape, how your breasts are perked up from your arousal, and how your skin looks in the room's lighting. Jonathan looks perfect to you, and you look flawless to him.
“Beautiful,” Jonathan sighs, kissing your ankle and up your calf until he meets your thigh.
Your breath hitches as his face lingers at your pussy, right where you need him, but then he goes to your other thigh and sucks a mark into your skin there. You throw your legs over his shoulders, and he tilts his head to the side, looking at you with that sassy yet emotionless look of his.
“Impatient, are we?” Jonathan asks, hovering his lips right over you as his breath hits the sensitive, wet skin.
“Very,” you drawl, glaring at him playfully, “I’ve waited six months for you to eat me out, you know.”
“I’m aware,” Jonathan says, his eyes carefully taking in your anatomy, “I want to make it well worth it, dear.”
You reach down and rake your fingers through his hair, pushing his head closer to you. Jonathan wordlessly attacks your folds, licking intense stripes up and down your slit. He’ll circle your clit with the tip of his tongue before flicking it back and forth on the bundle of nerves, causing you to entangle your fingers deeper into his hair. Jonathan then takes both hands and spreads you open, flattening his tongue and shaking his head vigorously as he laps at you like a thirsting man.
“Oh fuck,” you moan, thrusting into his face.
Jonathan sneaks a finger into your entrance, curling it against the spongy spot he finds inside you. He strokes it teasingly to the same rhythm of his tongue against your clit. You clamp your thighs against the sides of Jonathan’s head, essentially trapping him. He slips another finger into you, slamming them in and out of you as the sound of your arousal bounces off the walls.
“That feel good, baby?” Jonathan hums, his mouth pulling away from you despite your thighs, his darkened blue eyes boring into yours.
“Mhmm,” you nod, rocking your hips onto his fingers as he adds a third, stretching you out.
“That’s right, fuck yourself on my fingers,” Jonathan gasps, thrusting them faster and harder into you as his thumb finds your bundle of nerves, pressing into it.
You’re so close that you can already feel the knot in your stomach about to come undone. Your hand finds Jonathan’s cheek, caressing it as his eyes meet yours again. You arch your back close to your peak. But then, Jonathan pulls his fingers from you, tucking them into his mouth as you glare at him. He just chuckles darkly at you before grabbing you by the throat.
“Open your mouth,” he demands.
You obey, Jonathan’s grip on your neck dizzying you. He gathers your slick and his spit in his mouth before spitting it into yours, forcing your mouth closed.
“Now swallow like a good girl,” Jonathan says, holding his hand around your throat once more.
You taste yourself on your tongue, swallowing the spit as you were told.
Jonathan’s hand travels to your face as his thumb pulls your mouth open so he can thoroughly inspect it, “Perfect.”
He sits up, spreading your legs further open so he can line himself up with your begging entrance. Gathering some of the wetness there, Jonathan pushes himself into you slowly. Your hand flies to his shoulder blades, your nails digging into his pale skin. Finally, Jonathan fills you up completely, his hips flush against yours. You throw your head back at the feeling of fullness, the sting of the stretch turning into pleasure.
“God, Jonathan,” you move your hips a little, “You feel amazing.”
“You’re so tight it’s almost ridiculous,” Jonathan dryly jokes, his hands finding purchase on your hips as he pulls all the way out, then slams back into you.
“Fuck,” you seethe, and one of Jonathan’s hands find their way back to your throat.
He repeats his motion, pulling his hips back then snapping them forward again, gaining a steady pace. You’re a moaning mess as he quickens his rhythm. Jonathan’s face is leant down to your ear as he grunts into it. The headboard begins to slam into the wall behind you, but neither of you care about the dent it’ll probably leave in the drywall.
“Jonathan,” you drawl out in a high pitched cry, his cock hitting your cervix just right.
“I shouldn’t have waited so long to destroy you like this,” Jonathan says in between his groans, “I love seeing you fall apart underneath me.”
Your eyes screw shut, rolling into the back of your head as he fucks you hard and fast, sure enough to leave you sore tomorrow. The sound and smell of sex fills the room as sweat beads on your forehead. You’re moving your hips at the same time as Jonathan, matching his quick and harsh thrusts. He’s hitting every spot within you just right, the shaft of his cock rubbing your clit perfectly every time he pushes it into you. You start seeing stars behind your eyes from the pressure his fingers are putting on your throat and the building orgasm in your stomach.
“God, I wanna cum,” you scream, “Please make me cum,” you’re nearly begging incoherently now.
“Fuck, that’s right, beg me. Show me how long you’ve wanted me to fuck your witty little brains out,” Jonathan says behind gritted teeth, his own orgasm peeking over the horizon.
You start babbling and repeating, “Please,” like a mantra until Jonathan hits a spot within you that causes the stars behind your eyes to explode with white light. You feel yourself gush around him as his thrusts become sloppy, your clenching sending him over the edge. Jonathan spills into you as you both ride out your orgasms, whispering each other’s names weakly.
Jonathan runs a hand over his hair, sitting back as he catches his breath and pulls himself out of you. Your chest heaves as you feel the mixture of your cum and Jonathan’s cum seep from you.
“That was amazing,” you sigh, melting into the mattress.
Jonathan lays down next to you, pulling you into his chest, “We can clean up later. For now, just rest a moment.”
After a brief moment of silence, you finally ask the begging question.
“Why did you wait so long?”
“I was nervous,” Jonathan confesses, “I haven’t let anyone in, in a long time. And I’ve finally let you in enough for you to experience this part of me.”
“I see,” you say, curling your arms around his that are crossed over your breasts.
“Was the wait worth it?” Jonathan asks, burying his face into your neck.
ೃ⁀➷ “I think we most fully understood each other when once I tried to kill him with a kitchen knife.” — ‘South and West’, Joan Didion
pairing. switch!jonathan crane x professor!reader
summary. you and your dear friend, jonathan crane, have an odd relationship: he experiments on you, you experiment on him. one day, you experiment your aphrodisiac on him.
warnings. swearing, use of aphrodisiac & fear toxin, oral sex (m), unprotected sex, creampie, p in v, mention of death, murder, drugs, multiple orgasms, slight breeding kink, face fucking, dubcon(?) SMUT UNDER THE CUT!
word count. 6.1k
a/n. the enemies to friends to fucking pipeline is sooo real and i love it. BTW! this is really self indulgent and again, i’m a beginner to writing smut so pls don’t judge😭 the beginning is also oddly plotty, so i apologize for that.
You and your colleague, Jonathan Crane, have a harmonious, albeit slightly sick and twisted, relationship.
Your repertoires, opposite in every way, complete one another like you were made to match. You are messy, frenzied, intimate; he is neat, calculated, distant. He is impatient, histrionic, stubborn. You are tolerant, deadpan, submissive.
This is an odd, good-cop bad-cop dynamic you’ve built, but it works. Your traits uphold the order you’ve built around yourselves; you allow each other to function.
Who ever said something so codependent, so parasitic, would fall apart? That it was dangerous, destructive? Everyone, but in your case, it has been anything but.
These are the simple rules of your relationship: he experiments on you, you experiment on him. This partnership came to bloom when, after years of competing to be the “better” psychology professor at Gotham University, he sent you a gift that sprayed with you with fear toxin, and you baked him a cake that knocked him out for 24 hours following, heart rate so low he could’ve been mistaken as dead.
“Fucking - hell,” You murmured under your breath, stumbling halfway across Gotham City to locate Crane’s absurdly lavish condo in the Diamond District, barely able to keep yourself upright.
You were being visually assaulted by dozens of images, all your phobias no matter big or small, dancing across your senses. Spiders crawled all over your body, you saw yourself about to step off a steep, snowy cliff, you felt yourself suffocate as you were buried to death in a casket. It was utter torture, and you would have to endure it until you found Crane.
You must’ve looked like one of those tweaking drug addicts from down in the Narrows, shivering, sweating, and rubbing all over your body to remove some of the “spiders” taking over your body. The terror was settling into you, into your spine like a terribly malignant disease.
At last, you found the apartment building, blearily snuck in behind a drunk couple, and scanned the mail boxes until you found J. CRANE: 525.
You headed up the elevator, grasping at the walls for dear life, feeling that growing, unmistakable sense of dread start to take over your mind. You felt like you were going mad, now, not just afflicted with something that made you look like it.
When you finally got to his door, it was left open a crack, and you welcomed the small mercy of Crane’s overarching narcissism: he didn’t lock his door, often, because most days he felt more invincible than fucking god.
“Crane!” You shouted, clutching at your head and staggering into his large apartment. “Crane!” you repeated, this time more desperate, more fearful than anything.
However, your deepest fear, at the moment, had come true. You stepped into his kitchen, and found the man laying on the floor unresponsive.
“Fuck me,” you cursed. You’d sent the man home with the cake twelve hours ago, when he took the half-day off from GSU, and you came home from your after-class tutoring hours just moments ago.
You’d opened the mystery package on your front porch promptly, and you found yourself having been gassed with a compound that made you see every little thing you were afraid of. Immediately, you’d known it was Crane; the man’s pet specialty was fear.
As for you, you wanted your… gift, to serve a reminder to him that he should not overstep your boundaries, your territory, as the psychology professor who was there first. If knocking him out was a little bit mad, he was bordering insanity for the toxin he poisoned you with.
Even so, your threat was an empty one. You weren’t counting on the man to even eat the cake - hell, you’d never seen the man consume anything but straight black coffee.
You couldn’t judge a book by its cover, you know now, and laid there on the couch of his apartment, waiting for the twelve hours to be over. Waiting for Crane, the fucking madman, to wake the hell up, blaming him for the predicament despite your very obvious involvement in it.
You breathed in and out, harried and rapid fire as you tried to focus, tried to block out the horrific things you were seeing, hearing, smelling, tasting.
(Your eyes are swarmed, viscerally, by a grotesque hallucination of your family burning to death; you hear them cry out, voices interrupted when they’re fire gets to their lungs; you smell their death, the smell of flesh burning, how the smoke chokes you — you taste their blood on your tongue, how tender a raging fire makes charred flesh.
Tender, you think on your choice of words again, and almost throw up.
What have you done, you think, and what is going through that fucked up head of yours, Crane?)
You tried to ground yourself, tether your lost mind back to Earth. You’re sitting in a field in Northwestern Ireland, you said to yourself, inhaling. Up ahead is the beach; water is crashing on the rocks. You exhaled, the wind tastes like salt, and it is just you and I, here together. It is only I and you, here, together.
Like so, 12 hours passed. Not so much passed — that word gave the connotation the hours slipped past you, the way a peaceful stream of water does; no, more accurately, it dragged by, like when an arm slips out of the ambulance cot on its way to the emergency vehicle, and drags on the concrete. The EMT’s don’t notice what’s making their trip so hard, so slow, until the hand is rubbed raw and bloody.
You repeated that mantra so many times you were starting to get queasy when you thought the words “you’re sitting in a field..” but nonetheless, the string of words kept you sane.
Sane enough, at least - you weren’t sure you’d be the same blissful person you were yesterday. Sure, you were always a little bit… unorthodox? Petty? Competitive enough to bake so many drugs into a cake your opposing professor knocks out?
But, with this — this being drugged by Crane — made you feel a piece of yourself break away. There would be no more of your life lived without knowing how fearful, well, fear, is. It's like discovering the Boogeyman and never being able to stop checking under your bed; the paranoia moves into your head and never leaves.
Crane began stirring, and your eyes opened as soon as you heard the noise. Surprisingly enough, however, you were no longer being hammered with the hallucinations that had been distressing you just half a day ago.
Had it been the mantra? The near-prayer you now swore was etched on your heart?
“Fucking…” Crane said, getting up off the floor. He was clutching his head, eyes squinted, body hunched and tense. Looks like spending half a day on the floor wasn’t the most comfortable place to sleep, but you didn’t give a fuck — atleast he was sleeping. If you had to be mentally destroyed by his toxin, you’d best believe you were taking the couch.
“Why - why are you here? What the hell did you do to me?” He said after noticing you, voice raspy. He hadn’t had anything to drink or eat in a while, after all.
“I could say the fucking same for you,” You muttered, giving him a pointed look. “You - what the fuck did you spray me with?”
Immediately, a twisted grin was bared on Crane’s lips, despite his fatigued demeanor. “Did you like it? My fear-toxin,” he preened, like the winning kid at a school science fair.
You rolled your eyes, and before you could control your tendencies, you’d swung back and then socked him straight in the face.
Crane double-backed, looking terribly affronted, as if he hadn’t sent you the gas knowing how it would affect you. “Ow,” is all he said, face contorting oddly around the pain.
“Yeah, “ow”. Fuck you, Crane.”
Crane raised a brow. “You’re acting like you didn’t feed me a poisoned cake!” He said incredulously.
“It wasn’t that poisoned,” you bit out, teeth gritted. “Not so poisoned I was hallucinating my family dying for twelve hours straight.”
“Ah, thanatophobia, not really one of my favourites—“ Crane started, like he was losing himself in a romantic daydream, before snapping back to reality. “Did you just say twelve hours?”
“Twelve hours for me. Twenty-four for you.” You said, reveling in how panicked he looked.
“I — that’s long enough for me to be killed a hundred times over,” he mumbled under his breath. “What the fuck did you put in that cake?”
“I never expected you to eat it, Crane. You’re fucking skin and bones, I thought you’d just throw it out.”
“What did you put in the cake?” he repeated.
“Ugh,” you sunk into the couch, “some amytal, zolpidem. Some melatonin. I didn’t measure, okay, and again, I wasn’t counting on you eating it.” You didn’t know why you had this urging feeling to respond to him, to humor his jabs, his dumb fucking theatrics, but you did anyway.
“Some amytal? Some zolpidem? Some melatonin? Jesus fucking christ - is that what you wanted? To kill me?” He was leaning down, face inches away from yours now.
You pushed him away, disgust on your features clear as day. “Shut the fuck up. I’m not some sociopathic fear-freak like you, Crane. I don’t mix compounds in my creepy little office with the thought of drugging out my fellow professor in mind. It was just an empty threat.”
He let out a disbelieving laugh, “Mixing barbiturates and medications into a cake sounds like an empty threat to you?”
“You know what?” You said brightly, getting up off the couch, “I don’t have to argue with you. I came to get my cure, woke up having cured myself.” Then, you burst out the door, fury rolling off you in waves, and you left.
There was something about the incident, however, that seemed to intrigue Crane to no end. Soon enough, he began entering your office during your breaks, asking to have a chat. Or, he’d walk in during your lessons, forcing you two in the hall alone. Sometimes, he’d even wait for you after school, dozing off in front of your classroom and waiting for you to exit your office.
You couldn’t tell what was making Crane so interested, but he was hanging off you and your every word like some lovesick puppy.
You, on the other hand, also couldn’t get Crane out of your head. Certainly not for some weird, fucked up reason like his, but because of what he had created. A lot of people doubted his intelligence, mostly because of his obsession on things nobody really cared about, but that obsession made way to the destructive fear-toxin you’d inhaled, and it was seriously unlike anything you’d ever experienced, hell, even read about. It was a brand new creation, and downright deadly.
Your interest in the man was more so on… keeping him in check. As rivals did. But his was on how you’d breezed past the effects of his toxin in just twelve hours. He’s expected you to go half mad, honestly. Your threat was empty… his was, decidedly, not.
By the end of the next week following the incident, you two began eating lunch together, asking for joint classes, and spending nights over at each other's places. Not in that way, of course — your way was like a group of scientists having a forever eureka, because your minds fit like perfect puzzle pieces.
Your intrigue had met his intrigue, and it felt natural, coming to a united front like that. You found you had more in common than you thought, something you should’ve found out about a long time ago, 3 ½ years kind of long time ago. Apart, you two were volatile; angry, spewing threats, attempting murder on the other. Together, however, you were absolute perfection: productive, well-mannered, motivated.
Now, fast-forward coming on two years since the incident. You and Crane - now, Jonathan, have been inseparable since that time. You two were close, closer than siblings or children and parents or couples; you felt like the same person that had been split into two. Being together was the only thing that felt right, being back at the origin, like being at home.
Fuck’s sakes, you did have the same home — you’d moved in together. Not to his, nor yours, but to a big house you bought on the outskirts of Gotham, with a big yard and an even bigger lab in the basement. It was like a scientist's amusement park.
Maybe it - this relationship of yours - was codependency. But maybe it was utter genius: your careers had both never seen so many accomplishments until you and Jonathan came together. Partly because you had a greater inspiration when coupled with the other, but, mostly because you had a body to test on during preliminary trials.
Creating things, like the fear-toxin, required human testing, and finding a way to get that done always slowed Jonathan down. Since finding you, however, it’d been a breeze.
You offered yourself up readily, given Jonathan would do the same. And, besides, Jonathan had never been worried about you and his toxin very much — after that first time you took the toxin, you could easily find yourself out of its effects. You were the only person he’d ever encountered who could do this, and it was downright fascinating. He wanted to keep you, see how that strong little mind of yours worked overtime to fight his toxin off.
You, on the other hand, rarely tested anything like that on Jonathan. Your interests lied elsewhere: what smells activate the human mind to recall memories, what are ways to accurately fight off drugs like GHB — all mental stimulation.
That, however, changed one evening, when you had been brewing up a serum for the past few weeks. You’d gotten to the point in creation where you needed to test on someone, and observe the effects.
“Jonathan,” you called out, looking down at your notes. The man in question was grading assignments for the psychology class you taught — now, in joint lessons more often than not — sitting at a desk a few metres away from you in the lab.
“Jonathan!” you repeated louder this time, looking up from your notes.
“What?” He shouted back, still hunched over on the ungodly amount of assignments he needed to mark.
“Come here. I need to test something on you.” You said, nonchalant.
That, however, piqued Jonathan’s interest to no end: you hadn’t tested anything on him in nearly a year. It hurt, a little, to test you endlessly and have nothing to give in return - so this, no matter what it was, Jonathan would take in stride.
Jonathan nodded vehemently, “Okay.” He then dropped all he’d been doing on the desk and made his way over, before sitting in the chair next to you. You made quick work, tying his arms and legs to the chair like he’d done to you so many times before. He watched you work, completely enraptured in how you looked while experimenting.
“So,” He said, tearing his sticky gaze off of you, “what’re you pumping me full of?”
You sat back in your desk chair and scratched your cheek, a little unsure how to say this. “Well, I created a serum that, once injected, would lower or lose all inhibitions of the victim. They’d be completely malleable, agreeable, if you just, um,” you fanned yourself, feeling a little too close to the man in front of you, room feeling incredibly warm.
“Just what?” He pried, leaning back in his chair.
You exhaled shakily, “if you just promise to - to provide relief to them. Sexual - relief.”
Jonathan let out an incredulous laugh. “You made a working aphrodisiac?”
“I mean, I wouldn’t exactly — I don’t even know if it works, for sure. If you don’t want to- take it, then you don’t have to.” You offered up weakly.
“How d’you get it out of the system?” He said instead, ignoring your words and picking up the needle you had ready for him on your worktable, which was filled with a thick, pink liquid.
You flushed. “You, um, help the victim relieve themselves, until the feeling is gone.”
Jonathan looked up at you, a sly smirk on his lips. “And you were going to give this to me?”
You turned away, face red, exasperated. “I told you, you don’t have to take it if you don’t want to.”
“And let you pleasure some random guy you snatched off the street? No way,” he said, before you heard a familiar prick, small whine leaving Jonathan’s mouth.
You spun back around so fast you thought you got whiplash. “Jonathan, wait—“ you said, alarmed. You were really, seriously, considering not giving the aphrodisiac to him — it would disrupt the careful balance you and he had built over the past years.
You were afraid that if he took the serum, and let you, for lack of a better word, get him off, you wouldn’t be able to look at him without remembering him needy, hot and bothered, calling your name out like it was the only word he knew.
He’d done it anyway, though. And now, you both just had to get through this… experiment.
Quickly, you grabbed your pen and notebook, ready to approach this scenario as detached and clinically as possible, ignoring the pulsing need in your insides as you saw Jonathan’s face slowly contort into a warm, heavy-lidded lustful one.
“How do you feel, Jonathan?” You said, standing further away from him so he couldn’t so much as feel your body heat on him.
“I…” Jonathan blinked rapidly, licking his lips, looking you up and down. “Warm. I just feel… warm.” He readjusted in the seat, unable to sit still. “And - kind of, tingly? Like I - well, I don’t know…”
You noted his words, as well as some of your own observations: his pupils were dilated, so much so the crystalline blue of his eyes were merely slivers, his lips were pursed, plump, and he was pink all over; pink cheeks, pink ears, pink neck. He was talkative, loose-lipped and a little out of it.
You inhaled, then exhaled, before starting the next phase of the experiment. “Jonathan, how do you feel when I touch you here?” You said, raising the back of your hand to caress his cheek.
Jonathan was affected almost immediately, eyes shutting tight. “It feels,” he said breathily, leaning into your touch, “ah… nice. Good.”
You nodded, promptly pulling away as soon as he’d finished his sentence. Subject enjoys physical touch. Jonathan then peered up at you, looking slightly… disappointed?
You shook yourself, getting back on task. “How do you feel now?” You pried, noticing he looked far more affected than before.
Beads of sweat were dripping from his forehead, making his wavy brown hair stick to his skin. He was breathing heavily, and, when you had touched him, he was extremely warm, like he had a fever.
“I’m, I…” Jonathan trailed off, eyes shutting, shaking his head. “Mmm… my head feels — fuzzy,” he bit out raspily.
“Okay. Good. It's exactly as I thought,” you murmured, continuing to scratch down notes.
You ignored him for a few minutes, writing up a list of side effects and observed results of the aphrodisiac. Then, your gaze drew back to him, who had been focussing intently on you the whole time.
“Jonathan?” you called out quietly, seeing his dazed expression. “Talk to me.”
Jonathan shuddered, leaning forward in the chair, head hanging low, “My - my body’s, hnngh… it feels— feels weird.” He bit his lip, face screwed up and tense. “I’m warm all over…”
His shoulders were hunched in, and he was trembling. You lifted a hand up to his head, petting him softly, carding your fingers through his hair.
“Ah…” Jonathan squeaked out at your touch, face going slack, “I feel like I need you to - to…” he sighed exasperatedly, “I need you.”
You chewed the inside of your cheek conflictedly. On one hand, you needed to finish up a few more tests, meaning Jonathan would be teased - or tortured, depending on how fast the aphrodisiac was affecting him - a little longer. On the other hand, he was already a breathy mess, begging for your touch. For you.
“Fuck,” you murmured, turning away from the man who’s eyes were practically rolling into the back of his head at the way you tugged at his locks. “No, no,” you fought your internal struggle. You would not give in to his pleas - you would finish this experiment.
“Okay. Okay.” you said to no-one but yourself, extracting your hand from his velvet soft hair. “Let’s be professional about this. Jonathan, I’m going to take your clothes off, but you can’t move, and you can’t touch me, okay?”
Jonathan’s breathing became more labored as you spoke, and you swore you could see desperate tears filling his eyes. “I can’t- I can’t touch you? But… but why not?” He was practically whining for you.
“Because, Jonathan, it wouldn’t be beneficial to the experiment.” You didn’t look your partner in the eye, because his complete and total change in behavior had you feeling, quite frankly, as warm as him.
You continued by undoing the restraints on his arms and legs, and his sharp intakes of breath as your fingers brushed past his skin didn’t slip past you. Not at all.
Firstly, you undid the man’s white button-up shirt slipping it past his flushed torso. Jonathan’s skin was actually pink and warm all over, and he was breathing heavily now, gripping the chair so tight his knuckles were white.
“Are you okay, Jonathan?” you asked absently, as you began unbuckling his belt and slipping down his fly.
Jonathan’s breath hitched in his throat, and he didn’t answer you, biting down on his lower lip to stop any desperate moans from escaping him.
You finally finished undressing your partner, then redid his restraints, before you stepped back to see him fully. Jonathan was shivering, faint tear tracks on his pink cheeks, head cocked back.
“It’s just - one, or two more tests, Jonathan.” You murmured quietly, kneeling down in front of him.
Your hands pressed flat on his thighs, rubbing him up and down, grazing your fingers lightly on his feverish skin. You had to regularly ground yourself, stop yourself from inching up to the poor, untouched tent in his boxer shorts.
Above you, you could hear Jonathan let out a low groan, “Ah, hnng— please,” he called out to no-one in particular.
“Does that - feel good, Jonathan?” You ask, getting back up on your feet. His desperate groans were getting to you now, how needy his little keens were.
“So - good,” he panted. “Your— you, I want— need, I need…” he trailed off, babbling, lost to the pleasure of your touch.
“Jonathan, if I… touched you more, would you do anything for me?” You said finally. The invention of the aphrodisiac was intended to sway someone's motivations, make them bend to your will. Sure, there was that added sexual aspect, but it was created with less… pleasurable intentions.
“Anything, anything at all,” he said deliriously, rolling his head around. “Jus’… just need you to- touch me.”
“Would you give yourself fear-toxin, Jonathan?”
“Yes! Yes, just — please… please! Stop asking me— questions… I need you so fucking bad, ah…”
“Jesus,” you said. Your aphrodisiac was stronger than you thought. You were satisfied, however, with the results of it. The first trial was a success, and you saw how you could use this on anyone - even people in particular positions of power, and get them to do your bidding. Quite helpful, indeed.
Now, you needed to… get Jonathan out of this state. By, ah, relieving him.
You had decided to do this, to test him, so you had to be responsible and help ease him out of this experiment. Quickly, you stripped your own clothing, even your underwear, before undoing the restraints on his arms and legs.
Jonathan’s eyes widened as he watched you undress. “Are you - are you… gonna t—touch me? Now? Please?” He practically begged, almost drooling at the sight of your naked body.
“Mhm,” you said, a tremble in your voice. “Gon’ help you get out of this.”
Then, you climbed onto Jonathan’s lap, shutting your eyes as you felt his hard cock within his boxer shorts slide between your legs deliciously.
He let out a guttural groan as your weight pressed down on him, feeling your wetness soak his shorts. That measly piece of fabric was all that was keeping him from entering your plush, velvet folds, and he was going practically insane at the feeling.
“M’god,” Jonathan whined out, leaning his sweaty head on your shoulder. “Y’feel so, a—ah, good…”
You couldn’t help the breezy laugh that made its way out of you. “I haven’t even touched you yet, Jonathan, and you’re already so worked up,” you whispered in his ear, hot breath fanning on his warm skin.
“P-pleeeease,” He begged, slowly grinding into you. Jonathan was barely coherent, mind just focussed on chasing the release he so desperately needed.
You raised a brow, but complied, slipping your warm hands down his boxer shorts and pulling his thick length out. You pumped him lazy, feeling how he writhed under you, tasteful whimpers slipping out of his mouth.
After another second of you stroking him lightly, your thumb grazing past the tip and collected a decent amount of precum, he actually did come, wet hot load spurting upwards on his chest and your face. “Ah - hnngh, oh my — oh my god,” he drooled, jutting into your hand.
It dripped down from your cheek onto your lips, and Jonathan squeezed his eyes shut, losing himself in the pleasure. You swiped a handful of his cream off your face, before covering his still hard, curved cock with it.
“You’re not done, aren’t you?” You said to him quietly, his hips stuttering as you artfully smeared his come on himself. Jonathan was arching into your touch, completely putty in your hands.
“Nuh- no, m’still— still need you, need you so bad.” he whimpered shamefully, hands stuck to your waist.
“Look at you go,” you found yourself cooing, dragging a creamy hand down his equally as creamy chest, your fingernails grazing him. “Let me take care of you.”
Then, you lifted yourself up off his lap, and carefully situated your slit on the tip of his head. “Christ,” you called out as you slid down, “you’re fucking big,”
Inch by inch, you took him, and Jonathan’s eyes were rolling into the back of his head, a string of senseless groans and whines leaving his mouth. “Feels so warm, so so warm,” he choked out at last, looking at you adoringly.
You started to lift out of him, your cunt stinging slightly at the sheer size of his cock, when you felt a heated liquid shoot through you, Jonathan’s knees buckling under your ass.
He’d come, again, even before you could get started. You shook your head incredulously at the terribly horny man beneath you, eyes glazed over in the pure ecstasy he was feeling.
“Stop, fucking — coming,” you scolded, bottoming his cock into you once more, “you’re gonna get me so — ah— fucking - pregnant if you keep coming.”
“Sorry,” Jonathan said sheepishly, burying his head into the crook of your neck. “Can’t help it— you feel so — hnngh — feel so good.”
You rolled your eyes at his words, then focussed on getting a good pace of sliding in and out, your hips rolling deeper and deeper into his own. You were bouncing quickly on his cock, dick-riding him like you’d never done before.
With all other sexual partners you had, they wanted to be all vanilla, always just missionary, going slow until they were close, no sense of creativity or any other wishes that just feeling you. With Jonathan - especially in the state he was in now - you could do whatever you wanted, as long as his cock was in your cunt.
“Good — god,” you screamed out, when Jonathan suddenly gained control over himself and snapped into you, rough hands pinching the flesh of your hips. He rutted into you, hard and fast, for a moment like that continually, before his control melted once more into nothingness, and all he could do was let you take the reins.
“Please— how’re you so — ah, how does your pussy feel so good…” he murmured, trailing off into a high-pitched moan when you pulled out, then just as fast sunk down on him.
Jonathan’s fingers trailed up your body, rubbing at your soft flesh, before they found your breasts, kneading you tenderly. He chanced several licks on both your erect nipples, and you shuddered, tightening around him. Your cunt was sucking him in, devouring his length no matter how big he was, and he could feel how his length was stretching your walls wide open.
“So fucking big.” You panted, arms wrapping around his neck, “fat fucking cock all needy, just me.”
“Jus’… just for you! All - ah, all for you,” Jonathan repeated with a squeak, lips bitten delicately between his teeth.
Your hands trailed all over his body, and as the pleasure was getting to you, making your head dizzy and your thoughts foggy, you bounced down on him and your nails scratched up his back, surely leaving small wounds.
This miniscule amount of pain seemed to amplify Jonathan’s endless pleasure, and you could feel him pumping you full of his come once again, the tip of his dick pressed flush against your cervix. His come made you feel so full, fuller than you already did with his monstrous cock nestled into you, continually rubbing up on the toe-curlingly spongy spot in your cunt every time you pushed him back in.
“Mmf,” Jonathan groaned, pleasure muffling whatever he was was going to say, “m’gonna… gonna get you pregnant,”
“Yeah?” You breathed out, squeezing your eyes shut, “Is that what this needy cock wants? To get my wet cunt full and me pregnant?”
“Yes, yes, hnngh, please, wanna come - wanna come more,” Jonathan cried out.
“‘kay, okay,” you nodded vehemently, “then make this pussy feel good.”
Then, you slid out with a whimper, two loads worth of come spilling out of your worn-out cunt, turning around so your ass would face him, before you sunk back down on him. You were chasing your own pleasure now, the unmistakable feeling rumbling within your lower stomach.
Jonathan was completely fucked out, just a shaking, hot and bothered mess on the sticky wooden chair you’d both occupied, but he still welcomed your warm pussy back on him with open arms. Your folds beat any other cunt he’d ever been in, and he knew nothing, not even his own hand, could match up to how addicting you were, how delectably you took him.
The new angle had you reeling, your hands gripping Jonathan’s thighs for some much-needed support. You were buckling, getting weaker with every bounce, but were still desperate for release. It affected Jonathan too, and he was pressing his face up against your hair, biting down lightly on your shoulder to collect himself despite the earth-shattering pleasure you were inflicting on him.
Your fleshy cunt met his rock-solid cock every moment perfectly, and soon enough your back was arching, head leaning back on Jonathan’s shoulder. That knot in your stomach was tightening, a fire burning within you and begging you not to stop.
Jonathan’s needy hands were coursing all over your body, rubbing on you in all the right places, and when his calloused fingers began pinching and twisting at your sensitive nipples, you saw white. That burning feeling dragged across your entire body, your jaw tensing, and you felt positively fuzzy, pure pleasure destroying all coherent thoughts you’d been having, your mind now focussed on the insane way he made you orgasm.
There was nothing that could compare to how you felt now, this being the hardest you’d orgasmed in your entire life. There was just something about Jonathan — be it how unbelievably big he was, or perhaps the odd tension that surrounded you two for the past few years — that made this experience ten times, no, a hundred times, better.
It was like his dick had been artfully crafted to stretch you out and stuff you full; that thick cock, made just for you.
In place of your weakening strength, Jonathan kept his hand tweaking your breast, and his other hand gripped your hip tightly, helping you bounce up and down on his cock. Thus, the pleasure was maximized by his touch, and you rode out your high like that for a few more long moments.
You stayed there, on his lap panting and drooling, for a few more seconds, before you climbed off of him, grimacing at the loss of his sweet cock in you.
You stood shakily, feeling his come ooze out of your sticky hole, and you were surprised to see that Jonathan was still hard. He was panting, head leaning against the chair, hands and legs trembling, but his dick could probably still pump out another round of come.
You did always wondering how he’d taste, and after seeing how long and thick he was, you wanted to know if his dick could make you cry, too. So, you kneeled down on the cold floor, pulling him by the ankles a little further off the chair, so you could get better access to him, and buried your pretty little head between his shaking thighs.
“What’re you— doing?” Jonathan said blearily, but before he could continue, your soft lips wrapped around him, and your tongue began artfully swiveling his sensitive head.
The loudest moan you’d heard so far was drawn out of Jonathan, and more, similar noises came out of him. It was nonsensical, and unintelligible, but you could tell he was having the time of his life — as if he hadn’t just orgasmed three times prior.
You started slowly, mouth taking his cock until you felt like you couldn’t anymore, before forcing past that point and making yourself take him to the back of your throat. Tears lined the rims of your eyes, your head swimming from lack of oxygen, but you couldn’t help how badly you wanted to hear him whimper and whine out from how good you were servicing him, his pretty groans reaching your ears like music.
You pulled his cock out of your mouth when you felt like you were going to pass out, and then you began lapping up at his cock, sucking and curving your tongue around his long length. You sucked him hard and fast, and then, his hands grappled at your hair.
At this point, you believed the aphrodisiac was wearing off, and Jonathan, now a little more clearheaded, began face fucking you, filling your sweet mouth full with his filthy cock. He couldn’t resist doing so, especially with you looking up at him through your tear-stained lashes, hollowing out your cheeks and gripping his thighs like your life depended on it.
You gagged on him, several times, but he didn’t care, and with a jolted thrust past your swollen lips, he came, squirting all he had left down your throat. You sucked and swallowed every drop of him into your mouth, loving the taste of his salty liquid.
Now, you were both fucked out, beyond tired, the strain on your muscles settling in. Your core had been properly exercised, what with how many times you rutted into Jonathan, and he, similarly, had a strained back with how much he arched into your touch, his aphrodisiac-clouded mind wanting nothing more but to be touched by you.
“Good god, woman,” Jonathan said, collapsing into the wooden chair, which was sticky with sweat, come and your cunt’s soaking wetness. “You could’ve just said you wanted to fuck,”
You panted, dropping down onto the cold floor beneath you and wincing. “We’re — we were, just friends.”
He waved away your words, “We live together, darling. Not quite sure if that's “just” friends.”
You looked up at him, before laughing agreeably. “Felt good though, didn’t it?” A smug grin made its way on your lips, remembering how submissive Jonathan had been, how desperate he’d been just for the slightest bit of touch.
“Amazing,” he said exasperatedly. “But next time, you’re not topping.”
“Next time, huh?” You said brightly, shakily getting up. Jonathan helped you, both of you limping exhaustedly up the stairs to your actual house, where you really should’ve been fucking, instead of the clinical environment of your large basement lab.
Jonathan’s hands found your ass, pulling you flush against him and kneading the flesh roughly. “Why not? Don’t you wanna know how I fuck?” he whispered suggestively into your ear, nibbling at the lobe.
“I think, you’ve still got some aphrodisiac in you, Jon.” you said, laughing breezily.
A/N: I've been meaning to write for you for quite some time @yootaesowl I hope I did deliver. Lovely, healing 2024🤎
Naturally, you can't tell what this year is gonna bring but with all the hope stored into you, your whole being is kindly asking for healing and love and while you are gently whispering this wish into the open air, knowing it will reach to where it needs to be, a tall figure slowly walks up to the stairs until his feet stop right where you're sitting.
The light that shone through the big window, now surrounds him, truly creating a look of a divine being, coming to rescue you from this world and well.. he actually did.
Putting your hands behind your back with your palms pressed against the cold wooden stair, you looked up at the smiling man and take your time to feel the warmth that he always provides whenever his presence is known to you either emotionally or physically.
''I figured I could find you here.'' His eyes turn smaller as he smiles wider, his jacket flows with the wind caused by his movement to sit down next to you. ''You do have a nag for interesting spots to rest.'' You shrug at that, reaching for his hand to clasp your own around.
''You know those are the best spots.'' You turn to face him fully, squeezing his knee when he rolls his eyes playfully at you before agreeing that you do in fact choose the best spots to relax.
''Did you wait long?'' Taeyang asks, ruffling his hair and doing a little shake, making himself more comfortable on the stairs by stretching his legs and pulling you closer to him, as if that was even possible. You do have the habit to immediately scoot as close as you can get to him.
You remember how hesitant you were when you unknowingly did that in the beginning of getting to know eachother but to your surprise you did notice how Taeyang naturally seemed to be pulled towards you aswell. You did ask him wether he did mind or not, and you still laugh at the image of how offended he looked.
''Are you serious?'' Is all he said, staring at you like you told him how wrong it was to drink coffee with milk. As we all know, coffee with lots of milk is a comfort drink you never knew you needed. After he was sure you meant what you said, his response was to literally yank you into his chest, and wrapping his arms around you, caging you in. ''My heart grows fonder and fonder whenever I feel your warmth and feel your touch.''
It's safe to say, after that there was not much personal space as some would like to call it. With him, you absolutely loved how he invaded yours by either holding onto your pinky, pinching your ear or the soft lingering feeling of his finger gliding down your hand. Also his tackle hugs were one of your favourites.
''I've waited many years for you. So no, this was nothing.'' You beamed at him, grinning, proud of your answer as you would have to say so yourself. With a loud sigh, he gently pulled you into a headlock, pretending he was fighting hard to stop you from struggling and to just give in. ''You think you can do this to me? Making my heart do somersaults with answers like that. I have to think of my reputation.'' Taeyang sat back after he let you go once you slapped his leg because you did have trouble breathing from laughing and instead he guided you so you were able to rest your head on his chest, making himself even more comfortable than he already was and you happily joined.
Yeah, he really did save you and you were proud to admit that.
I saw this, and i'm a little more than 30 minutes late finding it. But it was a surprise finding. A very good one ☺️
You did justice, because the entire writing is just wholesome, just absolutely cute. Poet like words, you always manage to make it sound like poetry, and i love that ☺️
Thank you 🧡
The part where he pulls you into a headlock is kinda funny, i liked that😂 and i saw the coffee mentioned!
