Okay sooo many people are shitting on Kara over a ship yet literally no one mentions
1. How freaking brilliant she was out tricking Mxy
2. How the writers slipped in that wonderful ‘nasty woman’ reference
3. How, Kara 'I can be sneaky when I want to be’ danvers tricked two people with her fabulous acting skills
4. How freaking dramatic she was standing there drinking orange juice like good god Barry Allen would be proud of that level of pettiness.
Summary: Betty and Veronica were always
dragging you out to parties, the only thing that makes this one any better is
the arrival of the one and only Archie Andrews.
Word count: 3030
a/n: It’s way longer than I thought it was gonna be but what the heck. Sorry if it sucks but I suck so it’s appropriate.
Parties had never really been your
thing. Like you liked going out sometimes, and every once in a while you would
be in the mood to dance, but after a while it just felt boring. Every time you
got ready on Friday nights with Betty and Veronica you would be excited; ‘This
time will be different,’ you’d think to yourself. But time after time it would
end up the same way with the same house of people dancing to the same music and
playing the same game of beer pong. Tonight was no exception.
“Can we leave yet?” you yelled over
the booming bass to B and V, trailing behind them.
Veronica turned her head to answer
you, “Okay, we literally, and I mean literally, just walked in. You haven’t
even had time to get bored yet!” She pushed through the crowd and led the trio
to the bar in the corner of the room. “So,” she turned to you and Betty with 3
shot glasses, “shots anyone?”
You rolled your eyes and looked to
Betty for a go/no-go. “I’m convinced that you have some sort of radar or sonar
or something when it comes to finding alcohol” Betty joked back.
“It’s residual from my days in New
York,” she said handing each of you a shot glass. “Gentlemen, to our wives and
girlfriends,” she started the usual toast looking at the two of you
expectantly. You turned you Betty and completed it simultaneously laughing,
“May they never meet” and downed the shot, feeling the vodka burn all the way
down your throat. You weren’t a huge fan of alcohol, yet another reason parties
weren’t your favorite place, but being drunk was fun sometimes. Since it was
the getting drunk that was the annoying part, you generally stuck to vodka. You
preferred its nail polish remover taste that could get the job done faster to
the slow-working, carbonated urine formally known as beer.
Just then, the music changed to “Cake
by the Ocean” by DNCE, a song that was notoriously Betty’s jam. Her eyes
widened and she jumped up in down in excitement. “We have to dance!” she
squealed pulling your and Veronica’s wrists toward the dance floor.
“I think I’m gonna sit this one out
guys,” you explained trying to get out of this inevitable public display of
“What, you don’t dance Chad
Danforth?” Veronica teased in a very Veronica-esque way. Betty chimed in,
“Because we all know how that ends, Chad dances with Ryan like the whole time”.
“It’s not that I’m too good to
dance, it’s just I’m not drunk yet enough to dance”
That must have been an acceptable
answer because Betty simply pointed at you and began to back away with Veronica
in tow with a “Hey batter batter, hey batter batter, swang,” to which you
yelled back over the growing crowd with your hands cupped around your mouth,
“I’ve got to just do my thang!”
B and V faded behind an ocean of
people and you were alone. Just you and the vodka. Speaking of the vodka…
You turned to the bar and poured
yourself another shot and stuck your tongue out at the offensive taste. You
poured some coke into a red solo cup and started to walk away then thought
better. You turned around and poured some more vodka in with the coke. What? It
was gonna be a long night.
You made your way through the room,
deliberately avoiding the table with the jungle juice and found a dimly lit corner
to lean in.
I wonder where Archie is right now?
It’s not like he normally hangs out with us at parties anyway. Since they
always happen after football games he usually hangs out with the rest of the
team, but you were curious. You would never admit it to anyone, not even Betty
or Veronica and especially not to Archie, but you’d had feelings for him for
quite some time. There were times when you wanted to tell him about it, he was
one of your friends after all, but you truly felt that he didn’t feel the same
way. It wasn’t worth the risk.
“You like hanging out in dark
Speak of the devil and he shall
appear. You could identify that voice anywhere: the one and only Archie
“You like staring into dark
corners, creeper?” you shot back.
Archie chuckled and approached with
open arms for a friendly hug. “Hey y/n,”
“Hey Tom Brady, great game.” You
pulled out from the hug but stayed standing close to him to be able to hear
each other over the loud music.
He smiled, “It wasn’t exactly the
Super Bowl, but thank you. So, what are you drinking?” He plucked the plastic
cup out of your hand. “This isn’t the jungle juice, is it?” he questioned with
a slightly alarmed but mostly joking tone. Reggie’s jungle juice was pretty
famous, or more accurately infamous.
“God no,” you shook your head,
“It’s just coke.”
“Good. Stay away from the jungle
juice.” He took a sip and did a bit of a spit take into a nearby plant
overdramatically. He looked at you with a faux-shocked expression. “Just coke,
“Just coke as in mostly coke. As in
there’s slightly more coke than vodka.”
“Alcohol’s illegal for people our
age you know,” he warned just before he drank half of the cup’s contents.
You narrowed your eyes and leaned
toward him as if trying to get a better look, “Why, you a cop?”
He glanced around, checking that
the imaginary coast was clear before he leaned in. “You ever seen 21 Jump
“Ah,” you nodded.
“Yeah.” He said with a laugh,
straightening his back and returned the cup to your hand. You thought his hand
had lingered for a second touching yours; you were probably just imagining it.
You had to be imagining it, but the moment was over before you could really be
“Uh,” you tried to regain your
composure. “Betty and Veronica were in the other room dancing the last time I
saw them,” You offered figuring this had to be his destination. You were
friends/friendly with him but they were all really close. The only reason you
even knew Archie in the first place is because you had become good friends with
He shrugged his shoulders, “Okay.”
He blinked at you and didn’t move. You tried to suppress the smile that was
threatening to show itself. Maybe he was here for you. The electronic music
blared on and you scanned the room, looking for nothing in particular in an
attempt to make yourself busy, or at least make yourself look busy. The house
was filled to the brim with a mix of people, some you knew, some you didn’t. People
were singing and dancing and yelling and drinking and smoking and—okay, you
couldn’t ignore it anymore. Archie was still looking at you! You could feel his
eyes on you from the side.
You glanced at him and couldn’t
help but let out a nervous laugh. He was just smiling down at you like a fool.
“Is… is there something I can do for you Mr. Andrews?”
He smirked, keeping a laugh to
himself, “No, it’s just,” he shook his head looking down at his feet. “Nah,
“Oh, come on! What? Do I have
something on my face? Is my hair messed up?” You ran your fingers through your
hair trying to fix any possible issues.
“No, you look great. I was uh,” he
looked back up at you. “It was just that you looked really cute.” He shrugged
his shoulders and looked off to the rest of the party, the flashing lights
washing his face with a blue and red light, hitting his cheekbones in just the
right way to leave a shadow in the hollows of his cheeks. It wasn’t until that
moment that you really noticed how close he was standing to you. He was at max
6 inches from you; he could lean forward the tiniest bit and kiss you (if he
were so inclined). It all felt too good to be true. He had to be drunk or
“How many drinks have you had?”
“Just the sip of your ‘mostly
For some reason this answer
bothered you more than if he had been drunk. The fact that he called you ‘cute’
while being almost completely sober was, as far as you could tell, reason for
alarm. “Let’s go find some drinks.” Frankly, you needed another one.
You grabbed him by the wrist so you
wouldn’t lose him in the crowd and began to push through the mess of sweaty
bodies toward the familiar bar. You would have made it too, if it weren’t for
the jungle juice. You were walking past the table with the punch bowl of the
“juice” on it, the bar was in sight, when some random drunk guy with a cup full
of, you guessed it, Reggie’s famous jungle juice rammed into you, spilling the
entire contents of the cup all over your shirt. Your mouth hung open and the
people around you all gasped.
Archie pushed between you and the
guy, “Hey man, why don’t you watch where you’re going?” There was some real
anger in his voice, and you weren’t going to lie, it was pretty hot.
“Well why don’t you mind your own
business?” the guy said getting right in Archie’s face. He opened his mouth to
respond but before he could get anything out you put your hand on his shoulder
from behind him.
He looked down at you, clenching
his jaw. “C’mon Arch, it’s not worth it.”
He looked back up at the guy for a moment
then back down at you. The crowd that had gathered around you all waiting in
anticipation for Archie’s response.
He nodded his head, “I know where
the bathroom is,” the crowd of people returned to their former activities with
sounds of general dismay that there hadn’t been a fight. “Let’s go see what the
damage is.” He grabbed your hand in his and led you in the opposite direction
as the bar, down a hallway, and into a bathroom.
It was pretty dark in the house so
you couldn’t really see how badly it had spilled on your shirt yet. Archie
closed the door behind you while you felt around on the wall for a light
switch. You flipped on the switch and he immediately gasped sharply.
“Is it that bad?” you asked. You
couldn’t being yourself to look in the mirror yet.
“No… I mean it’s…” He tried to
think of some consolation to give, unsuccessfully. “Yeah, it is that bad.”
You hesitantly turned to face the
mirror, squinting enough to delay the inevitable. Your eyes sprung open and you
found that yes, it truly was that bad.
“Oh my god.”
“I told you.”
“This shirt ruined! How am I
supposed to wear this for the rest of the night?”
“Well, you did say you wanted to
find another drink. I guess it found you first,” You looked at him in the
mirror and rolled your eyes. “And I did warn you to stay away from the jungle
juice” he laughed getting a closer look at the stain.
You turned to him and sighed, “I
have to go home. There’s no way I can walk around like this.” You still didn’t
like parties, and this was no exception, but you were actually getting to hang
out with Archie alone. This was just your luck.
“Take my shirt,” He blurted out,
“Take your shirt? Like the one you’re
wearing right now? Arch as much as I’m sure that every girl at this party would
love to see you walking around shirtless, neither of us are at that point of drunkenness
“It’s fine. Even if you’re got my
jersey, I’ve still got my letterman,” he countered, already peeling off his jacket
and throwing it on the floor. “It’s not like I’ll be completely shirtless.” You
thought about this for a moment before hesitantly nodding your head in
agreement. You really didn’t want this night to end just yet. Plus, shirtless
You took off your stained t-shirt
and threw it in the trash, no stain remover was powerful enough to work on that
jungle juice. You stood awkwardly in just your plain black bra. You definitely
had cuter, but you hadn’t planned on anyone, especially not Archie, seeing you
shirtless tonight. Archie pulled off his jersey leaving both of you half naked.
And let me tell you he was built with a capital B. Just as he was handing you
the jersey, the bathroom door flings open. It seems neither of you had remembered
to lock it in the chaos of the dark.
Kevin Keller stumbled into the
room, clearly at least a little bit intoxicated. It took him a second but when
he finally realized what he had walked into, at least what it looked like he
had walked into, his eyes widened dramatically taking in the scene. It was
understandable. You were sure this looked a lot worse than it really was.
“Oops!” he exclaimed.
“Kevin, it’s really not what it
looks like,” you tried to explain to him with your hands out in front of you as
if trying to calm a wild animal.
“Don’t even worry about it you
guys. Your secret’s safe with me,” he tried to wink at you but the alcohol in
his system just turned it into a sloppy blink. This sentiment did nothing to
ease your concern. Kevin was not the person people told secrets to. Kevin was the
person people told when they wanted the whole town to know something.
Archie tried to stop him too, “No,
Kevin man, it’s not like that. Her shirt just-“
“Hey, you don’t have to explain
yourselves to me. I always knew Archie - Y/n would happen. Don’t you worry
about a thing. My lips are sealed.” He stumbled out of the bathroom and Archie quickly
shut the door behind him, locking it this time.
You both stood in an awkward
silence for a few seconds, neither of you knowing exactly what to say.
After about 30 seconds you asked
already knowing the answer, “He’s definitely going to go tell Betty and
Veronica about this, right?”
“I’m sure they already know.”
You nodded your head and took the
jersey from his hand. He slung on the jacket and waited for you. You pulled his
jersey over your head. It was big on you but not too big. It smelled like
Archie. It felt right. He opened the door and you followed him out of the room,
only for him to stop abruptly. You ran into him and then peered over his
shoulder at what had stopped him. Who else but Cheryl Blossom joined by Josie
at her side.
“Well, well, well. What do we have
here?” she said in her Cheryl way, her eyes scanning up and down. “The
quarterback and the rando hooking up at a party together. How cliché. Doesn’t this
feel like a bad 80’s rom-com?”
Josie joined in, “Who’s Molly
Ringwald in this situation?”
“I’m like Breakfast Club Molly Ringwald and Y/n’s like Sixteen Candles Molly Ringwald. That makes Archie Jake Ryan!”
Neither of you had the patience to
try and explain the situation to her. Archie grabbed your hand pulling you in
the other direction down the hallway. “It’s been a pleasure as usual Cheryl,”
he yelled behind him.
Over the blaring music, you could
just make out her say “Or maybe she’s more Pretty
in Pink Molly Ringwald…”
He pulled you through a different part
if the house to a patio where a few random couples were making out. They were
taking up all the seating and he scratched his head not knowing where to go.
“Why don’t we just sit in the
grass?” you suggested. You walked over to a far part of the lawn that was dark
but still lit by the moon. The music was muffled and distant, present enough
that would could have private conversation, but still muted. He sat down crisscross
applesauce style and you followed suit, chuckling to yourself. You both sat
with your forearms resting on your knees, leaving only a couple of inches between
“We’re finally alone.” He stated quietly,
sounding satisfied. The moon lit up half of his face and his fiery locks
glinted as he tilted his head.
“Yeah, that’s why I come to
parties. To be alone. Just me and two-hundred of my closest friends.” You breathed
He grinned at your reply. He looked
at you for a moment. Just really looked at you. He was really seeing you.
He looked away timidly, “You look
good in my jersey you know.”
You raised an eyebrow, “Yeah?” He
nodded his head. You considered how to reply. “Well I guess I’m just gonna have
to try out for the football team then.”
“Or,” He leaned in even closer, “alternatively,”
his lips just centimeters from yours, “you could just…” He pressed his lips to
yours, lightly but passionately, like it was something he’d been wanting to do
for a long time. His lips were soft and it felt right, he felt right. It only
lasted a couple of seconds but it felt like forever, in a good way. He pulled
back and all you could both do was grin at each other.
All of a sudden, a mess of loud
yelling coming from the house caught both of your attention. “Woo!!!” “Oh yeah!!!”
“Get it!!!” “Hashtag Archie-Y/n!!!” Veronica and Betty were hanging out of a
window calling out to the two of you. You looked up at the sky in embarrassment
and Archie just shook his head at them, laughing. They pumped their fists and
chanted “OTP, OTP, OTP…”
Archie stood up and put his hand
out to pull you up, “Do you wanna go to Pop’s? Or anywhere that isn’t right
here?” “Gladly,” you agreed, “I hate parties.”
Mark: Sleeps in class. Gets 100% on the test. No one has heard him talk. Every girl wants a piece of him. Rumour has it he has a cute laugh. But no one has proof. Teachers let him skip presentations just because.
Jaebum: The hot bad boy. So done with this school. Just wants to graduate. Lowkey acts cute sometimes. Will never speak to you again if you point this out. Basically, owns the hallways. The best kisser around.
Jackson: Fitness is number one. Basketball is lyfe. Sports. Pray to the kale God. Juice cleanse. Will start an organic club. Is the captain of every sports team. He lifts.
Lean fingers ran over a taunt face, feeding magic and
feeling out what more healing magic her body needed. The black polish shone in
the dark, further emphasizing the metallic hues of his rings, attracting
attention as they danced, smoothing a ridge in her nose and vein, once dark now
slightly more faded. Only a couple more weeks and Dot would finally be able to
bear to watch her reflection in the mirror.
Magnus was sure she didn’t know he knew. She had no idea he’d
noticed how she flinched every time she accidentally stumbled on anything that
showed her reflection, even the polished oak of the end table she’d bumped into
the previous night.
Her hands had trembled, fingers slowly risen to run their lengths
over her face, a brief look of horror and pain spreading over her features
before she’d slipped the mask back on and had continued on her way. Magnus was
sure that if he’d been in the room, she wouldn’t have even let that much
Dorothea Rollins had loyalty in her bones and wore her pride
like an armour. It was a pride innate in every warlock. Their lives depended on
it, not just because only they could determine their own worth—their world made
certain to tell them as often as it could, that it didn’t think they were worth
that much—but because it was that and sheer stubbornness that got them through
dark times, the pride that they showed the world to prevent it from seeing the
chink in their armour and catching a whiff that they were just about to shatter
into tiny little fragments. All that time with Valentine had wreaked havoc on
her. And only her pride was keeping her standing at the moment.
“Can you do a reaction with Bts of them being the first person to ever make you squirt?” - anon
Happily! I hope you enjoy! XOXO - Lace
Your grip on his hair tightens as you feel the unfamiliar pressure just north of your heat begin to release. His thrusts never halting as he brings himself over the edge with you. As you both come down from your highs, he kisses you sweetly on the lips.
“I’ve never seen you do that before,” he says in reference to the bit of liquid that flowed out of you during your orgasm.
“It’s never happened before.”
Jin’s look of slight surprise quickly turns into one of pride.
“I’m happy I’m the first one to make you feel so good.”
You moan as you feel your high getting closer by the second. Your back arches, pressing your body even closer to Yoongi’s as the pace of his hips continues to get overwhelmingly faster. He suddenly stops his movements when he feels something gush over his aching member upon your release. Seeing you beneath him, squirming as you drag your nails across his back, is enough to make him almost collapse on top of you with the power of his own orgasm.
“That was new,” he said finally catching his breath after a while.
“We should try for that more often.”
His fingers are becoming too much for you to bare. With a wave of heat rushing over you, you knew you were getting close. Everything about this moment is only adding on to the great pleasure you’re feeling. You back against the wall, your hands being held firmly above your head, and Hoseok’s fingers hitting your g-spot every second like clockwork while his lips work at your neck. You become fully aware of everything happening at once and that’s it, you’re done. Your legs begin to shake to the point where he has to press his body against your’s in order to keep you standing. He feels a large amount of wetness hit his hand, but it doesn’t phase him for a minute. He guides you down from your high before removing his hand. He looks at his drenched hand and at the small puddle on the floor before looking at you and laughing lightly to himself.
“Did I make my baby girl feel that good?”
“I’m close baby…”
Hearing his words combined with the tight grip he has on your hips as he controls your movements on top of him, it’s all so good. Before you even have time to process everything, you throw your head back in pure ecstasy. You place your hands behind you on Namjoon’s knees to support your shaking form. Seeing you this way and feeling your warm juices flowing over his hips and onto the bedsheets below, god it’s breathtaking for him. He explodes inside of you with a groan of pleasure. As both of your breaths become more relaxed, you collapse on top of his chest. You feel him vibrate as he chuckles, looking at the messy sheets.
“I like your new trick, baby. Let’s just maybe get a towel next time, yeh?”
You feel your muscles tighten around him which only causes him to be pushed agonizingly closer to his end. With one hand at the side of your head against the shower tile wall and the other wrapped around your back pulling you closer, you hear your name breathlessly slip from his mouth as he cums. His relentless pounding not ceasing or losing rhythm for a moment is exactly what you need. You lean your head on his shoulder as your orgasm rocks through you from head to toe. You juices come flowing out, only to be mixed with the stream of the shower and promptly washed down the drain.
“I’m glad we’re in the shower,” he says after a few moments.
“Easy cleanup." He shoots a smug wink at you before kissing you sweetly.
"Taehyung, ah…please don’t stop…”
You lean your head back against his shoulder. The feeling of two of his long, slim fingers wreaking havoc on your g-spot as he tells you what a good girl you are is a feeling that is unmatched. Your stomach tighten and your hips begin to move with his hand, your eyes screw shut in pure bliss.
“Does that feel good, baby?”
Unable to speak, your soon arched form answered enough. Your pleasure comes flowing out of you both verbally and and physically. Taehyung slows his pace you ease you back down, all the while looking at the new wet spot on the couch cushions you were both sitting on.
“I didn’t know my princess could do that. You never stop surprising me,” he says with a smile and a giggle as he places a soft kiss on your temple.
You feel your stomach tighten and your skin feels like it’s on fire. You pull harder on the strands of Jungkook’s hair that are currently laced through your fingers. He stops at your clit after he licks a few stripes up and down your heat as he slips two fingers in your entrance. It’s clear he knows exactly what you need as he begins to curl his fingers against your sweet spot. It didn’t take long after he’d started sucking on your clit for you to meet your finale. A gasp of air sounding somewhat like his name comes from the back of your throat as your juices cover his chin and shirt. Your breathing steadies and he leans back from between your legs to examine his soaked-through t-shirt. A visible smirk appears on his face.
• Probably likes pineapple on pizza
• Doesn’t brush his teeth very often
• The times he does brush his teeth he drinks orange juice afterwards
• Somehow doesn’t have hat hair
• “God dam– gosh darn it!”
• Would probably kill a man that took his Diet Nuka-Cola Cherry
• Doesn’t believe that snakes exist
• Likes to steal things
• Left me by myself while we were being attacked by an assaultron
• “What the h– heck!”
• Doesn’t appreciate the rain
• Just met you but calls you his bff
• “Fu– frick!”
• Likes rock ‘n roll
• Cries a lot
• “Gosh diddly darn!”
• Minor case of dad bod
• Dirty hypocrite
The way you both looked at each other from time to time would already confirm that you weren’t. Not to mention the sleeping and cuddling together, the stares or the subtle touches. It was obvious both of you had feelings for each other. Yet neither of you had the balls to actually take it to the next stage.
He got jealous whenever you were around other men, and so did you when he had one of those music video shoots where all of these girls on set have a hunger for Christian and the fame that came with him. But when you or him ever got mad out of jealousy, the argument was always brushed off because the obvious question would linger. “Why are you even jealous, we’re not together are we?”
Every time you heard or said those words something inside of you would just break. Why couldn’t you just open your damn mouth and tell Christian how you really feel. Because you’re scared he’ll be done with you after he tests the waters? He’ll eventually get bored and leave right? So if you keep him at an arms length, but still close enough to hold, then that won’t happen… right?
“Stop thinking” you quietly mumble to yourself. You knelt down in front of your TV to connect it to your laptop.
“What?” Christian asked.
“Uh- Stupid thing.” You quickly ‘repeat’ yourself.
Christian was on the couch, patiently waiting, enjoying the view of your ass basically hanging out of your too short shorts. You didn’t even notice as you were so deep in thought, fumbling with a few cables that would connect your laptop to the TV and sound system.
Christian laid himself down on the couch sideways, supporting his head with his hand, watching your every move. “Need a hand?” he says amused biting his bottom lip.
“Nah, I’ve got it” you say getting up. You turn around to look at him seeing he was already laying down on your couch. It’s like his body was presented to you on a silver platter, but you quickly get those thoughts out of your head diverting your attention to the smug grin on his face.
“You better not fall asleep; I’m not watching Naruto while you snore.” You say throwing a pillow at his face which he oh so conveniently catches, putting it behind his head for support.
“I promise I won’t, c’mere” he says holding out his hand. You walk towards him swatting his hand away. He chuckles as you do so. You sit down in front of his torso and lean back folding your legs over each other. The intro ended and just as you wanted to start focusing, he grabs your arm and slowly pulls you down with him.
“We’ll both be more comfortable this way” he nonchalantly states, pulling you closer as he put out his arm for you to rest your head on. His other arm wraps around your waist after he brushed your hair out of your face.
“Comfy?” he asks. “Yes” you lie.
How could you possibly be comfortable with all of this sexual tension and unspoken frustration. How could you even concentrate on the damn anime like this? Your head was close enough to Christians chest to hear his heartbeat over the speaker sounds.
Your hands. What the fuck do you do with your hands. You awkwardly intertwined your fingers so you wouldn’t be tempted to touch him more than you already wanted to.
“Are you cold?” he asks grabbing your hands. “Jesus they’re freezing Y/n, let me get a blanket.” He said before you could answer the question.
A blanket? Sure let’s share the damn blanket.
You’re not cold. Your insides are at a dangerously high temperature every time he touches you. You were everything but cold, even though your hands state otherwise.
He quickly got up, pausing the anime, and got back just as fast with your favorite beige fleece fluffy blanket. He laid back down, grabbing your arm again to get you to lay back down with him. He sweetly caresses your hair and covers both of you with the blanket. It was soft and warm. Just like Christian.
“Better?” he asks bringing his hand down your waist again where it was before. You look up at him and nod giving him a shy smile, hiding your face in his arm.
He chuckled kissing the top of your head.
Like that you watched Naruto, with every minute that passed you started to feel more and more comfortable in Christian’s arms, because of that, the tension in your body left as well. You were able to relax. Sometimes as Christian would adjust his hold on you the tension came back, but it left quickly afterwards. It was like this was how it was supposed to be.
After a while you find yourself not paying much attention to your TV anymore, you started to lightly trace Christians tattoo’s on his underarm with your index finger.
Little did you know that Christian hadn’t been paying attention to the TV either. He was in a trance just like you, watching you retrace your path on his tattoo’s every now and then, making random circles on his skin, or writing things. Things he didn’t feel good enough to know what you were writing, but to him it was sweet and endearing. Your soft touches felt good, your touch was just the right amount of ticklishness and softness mixed together.
He inhaled and exhaled strongly, which was just enough to get you out of your trance. As you snap out of it you immediately stop your movements as you look up at the television screen to see that the credits were rolling. Your eyes widen as you feel Christian’s hand creep up under your shirt onto your stomach. His hand was warm and soft on your skin.
“Why did you stop” he whispers in your ear. “It felt good” he started to teasingly trace his fingers around your belly button and all you could do was hold your breath. You didn’t even notice your hand was tightly holding his other hand on the arm you were resting your head on.
His finger went lower, he teasingly stopped at the hem of your panties, and stroked his fingers back up to your belly button.
You were ticklish and sensitive, and didn’t really know what was happening. Was this going to be the day where that damn barrier between the two of you was going to be broken? And all it took was a little Naruto?
You hold your breath but can’t keep it in anymore as he brings his lips closer to your ear. “Does that feel good to you?” he asks whispering in your ear, planting a wet kiss in your neck.
You whimper as he takes his hand from up under your shirt. Losing all contact to your skin.
He smirked to himself and suddenly put his hand over your clothed heat. Like a reflex your hand quickly grabs his wrist down there, stopping him from moving his hand any further.
Your eyes dart to his dark ones, the look in his eyes is one you hadn’t seen before. They were dark and full of lust. His sweetness disappeared too by the looks of it.
“What, you don’t want me there?” he asks cocking his head sideways. “Not even like this?” he says stretching his index finger in between your clothed folds teasingly rubbing your clit a little.
“I-ahh-Christian…” you moan his name trying to close your thighs.
“Yes or No?” he says with hunger in his eyes.
You don’t even dare to hesitate. “Yes”
That word was like music to his god damn ears. He quickly turned you on your back throwing the blanket on the floor, taking his arm from up under your head and supporting his own weight with it as his other hand disappeared under your panties.
“So wet” he breathes attacking your lips with his while his fingers dance around your clit.
You moan into his mouth, giving his tongue an invitation to play with yours. You hungrily kiss him back. Your hands disappear into his hair, tugging at it as the intense pleasure overcame you. You feel his finger work its magic inside of you, moaning loudly into his mouth as he inserts a second finger into you, pumping you at a faster pace.
“Oppa-I’m” you can’t even finish your sentence as your walls clench around his fingers. You throw your head back, giving Christian the opportunity to suck on your sweet spot in your neck. Your moans got caught in your throat as you find your release. Your juices start to flow as your body shocks from the much needed orgasm.
“God you’re so fucking hot when you cum baby” he says biting your earlobe.
Just when you thought you could finally breathe again, Christian gets up from the couch in one swift move, removing his shirt showing his just right sculpted upper body. When his shirt fell to the floor he took off your clothes, only leaving your panties in a matter of seconds.
“You look so good baby…” he says admiring the view, kneading your breasts with both hands. He got on top of you, taking your left breast into his mouth while playing with your other breast, sometimes slightly pinching your nipple.
You were a mewling mess under him. You could feel his bulge press onto your stomach which made everything so much more intense. You wanted him inside of you, but he quickly grabbed your hands and put them above your head when you tried to get your fingers on the hem of his sweat shorts.
“No baby, I haven’t even tasted you yet” he says smirking down at you. He lifted himself off of you, kissing you again with a little less desperation than before, as if he found the comfort of knowing that you weren’t going anywhere, and you were his for the moment, or moments to come.
“Christian I need you…in me” you pant after your lips detached. “Soon” he says sweetly putting a strand of lost hair behind your ear.
His sweet demeanor quickly disappeared as he roughly turned you on your stomach, smacking your right ass cheek harder than you expected. You squeak as his hand landed on your bum.
“Ass up, face down, hands together between your tits” he demands with a low voice.
You quickly do as he says. You liked this, you’ve never been bossed around with sex like this before, and the mixture of sweet Christian and dominant Christian was turning you on even more if that was even possible.
You couldn’t see him.
The darkness in your living room made it easier to concentrate on sound. You waited for a few seconds but all you could hear was soft sounds of Christian readjusting himself on the couch.
Your eyes widen when you suddenly feel your panties being moved aside when a warm tip pushes against your entrance softly. “I-I thought I had to wait” you say trying to look back at him.
“You do, but that doesn’t mean I can’t tease you.” He says spreading your liquids between your folds with his tip. It was driving you absolutely insane how he would lightly brush against your clit. The friction felt good, but it wasn’t enough.
“Ch-Christian please.” You almost beg. Your voice was cracking and raspy. Your mouth was dry from all the screaming and moaning from just a minute ago.
Just like that he removed his tip from you, again leaving you without any contact to your skin. The loss of touch made you groan in frustration.
“So impatient” he says caressing your upper back to your lower back with just his fingertips. His fingers reached the hem of your panties and he pulls them down. You help him by lifting your knees up off the couch for him, waiting for whatever he had planned next.
You hear him take another position, but since you can’t see what he’s doing, your anticipation lingered.
Suddenly you feel his arms wrap around your torso pulling you down. You let out a little yelp as you feel his mouth envelop around your heat. You sit up out of shock and the intense pleasure he was giving you, fucking you with his tongue. His hands were still on your waist as he ate you out.
Your hands grab onto his, not knowing what to do because you’ve never done this before. You tried lifting yourself off of him, but he made you take it, keeping you in place with his hands still firmly placed on your sides.
He stops for a second. “Does that feel good baby?” you nod furiously covering your mouth trying to mute your moans a little, thinking of your poor neighbors at this hour. He kept going, flicking his tongue faster against your clit, making you go crazy as you reached your high again.
You screamed out his name as your whole body shocked, as if he sensed it, he quickly got up from under you to catch you as your body fell numb. He placed you on the couch softly, kissing your lips ever so gently wiping two tears from your eyes with his thumbs.
You didn’t even notice the tears. You didn’t even notice he was completely naked. You tried to calm yourself down, trying to take in the view of this beautiful man.
“Shhh it’s okay, are you okay? How do you feel? Do I have to stop?” His questions seemed to come all at once, but you couldn’t answer him as you were still trying to calm your breathing down.
“Baby answer me” he says still worried.
You close your eyes, trying to regain composure. Baby huh, you liked your new nickname.
“Your turn” you say, opening your eyes.
“What?” he asks confused. “I said, your turn” you say getting up. You push his chest against the couch making him sit up straight. His eyes followed you like a hawk. You got down on your knees, sitting between his legs on the floor, that’s when he finally realized what you were up to. Taking his length in your hands you slowly started pumping him, attaching your mouth to his balls, sucking on them slowly.
He threw his head back, obviously enjoying the sensation. He moaned softly when you attached your mouth on his tip, licking and sucking on just the right pace.
“Oh fuck baby, just like that” he moaned gathering your hair together as if he was making a ponytail, slowly making you go deeper on him, following every head bop with his hand pulling on your hair.
You smiled. Fully content with yourself. You’re a big girl, you can handle yourself. You might not be the most experienced lover, but you did know how to make a man want to return to you.
You took all of him, letting his tip hit the back of your throat. You took him like a fucking champion, focusing on trying not to gag while you let him fuck your throat slowly.
His hands let go of your hair and grabbed his own.
“Fuck baby…” is all he could say. Various types of groans and moans were escaping his lips, making sure you knew how much he loved what you were doing.
You knew when the timing was right, so you detached your mouth from his length and climbed on top of him on the couch. You put your knees beside his legs, guiding him to your entrance.
You made eye contact with him. His eyes had a different vibe to them now, it wasn’t just lust anymore was it? Was it…love?
You couldn’t think as you guided himself into you. You could feel the soreness already. Both of you let out a groan as your walls tighten around his length. He filled you up perfectly. This was what you wanted from the start. This incomparable feeling.
His arms enveloped you into a hug as you rest your head into the crook of his neck. You start to slowly move on his cock. The friction was just right. It wasn’t too intense like before; it was just right.
You moan, sucking and biting on the skin of his neck.
As you both got more used to the feeling of each other, your pace started to quicken. You bounced up and down on him a little faster, his arms which where so securely holding you, went down to lightly grab your thighs.
“Oppa you feel so good inside of me” you say in a raspy breathy voice.
All he did was answer you with a groan, throwing his head back. You were getting tired, and he noticed as your pace started to slow down. Just like that he put you down with your back to the couch and started fucking you with your legs up on his shoulders, you could feel him deeper inside of you like this. Your moans started to turn into mewls again and by the increase of Christian’s groans you knew he was close as well.
He fastened his pace, putting your legs down beside his. After a few more deep and hard thrusts he came, and so did you. He rode out his high while the both of you try to catch your breaths.
A wave of exhaustion washed over you as he pulled out. He grabbed a tissue from your coffee table, cleaning you up and his tip as well.
You closed your eyes, not wanting this moment to end, unsure of what he might say next. Or what this meant to your ‘friendship.’
He sighed, putting your panties back onto you, grabbing his t-shirt and helping you put it on. You felt more secure with some clothes on now. You watch him slip into his boxers and sit down next to you.
You pulled your knees up to your chest making eye contact with him as he sat in front of you taking your hand in his, rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand, lost in thought.
He knew he was the one who was going to have to say something, cause you sure as hell weren’t going to.
“Y/n” he eventually says.
You look up meeting his gaze.
“I’m more of a man than this” he says.
You raise your eyebrows, confused to his words. “What do you mean?” you ask for clarification. This certainly wasn’t what you were expecting him to say. Did he honestly think he did a bad job or something?
“I mean that” he paused biting his lip. “I should not have taken advantage of you like that, knowing we have so much to talk about regarding our obvious feelings for each other, I just didn’t know how.” He confesses.
You’re dumbfounded not knowing what to say. You wanted him just as bad as he wanted you in that way.
“Christian.” You start, but that’s how you end, you don’t even know what you wanted to say next.
“No, It’s okay, I understand if you don’t want to see me again. My judgment was clouded by the lust I have for you. It was wrong and we shouldn’t have but- “
“Whoa there.” You cut him off. “I fucked you back just as much as you fucked me. I never told you to stop or anything because I wanted this too.” You say. He looked down, trying to avoid your eyes.
“Christian I-I think I kind of love you” you say. There. You said it. It’s out there. No taking it back now.
What type of confession is that? You think, you kind of love him?”
His eyes dart to yours in shock. Shit. Did you just scare him off? Did you just fuck everything up then and there on your own?
He opened his mouth to say something but then closes it again. You just keep looking at him, straight into his eyes. You didn’t know where the rush of confidence came from to do so, but you might as well be butt naked right now, you had nothing to lose anymore.
He closed his eyes taking a deep breath. “I think…I kind of love you too Y/n.” he says smiling shyly.
“The only problem is that I never told you because I don’t know how to relationship.” He says shrugging.
You exhale out of relief. “Oh my god these were the most intense thirty minutes of my life.” You say yawning as the exhaustion comes flooding back.
Christian smiles at you pulling you into his arms, caressing your hair while tightly hugging you.
You close your eyes, resting your head on his shoulder. “Let’s talk about how to relationship tomorrow okay?” you say sleepily yawning again keeping your eyes closed.
He smiled picking you up bridal style, carrying to your bedroom, softly placing you on the bed. He turned off the light and went back to the bed to lay back down with you. He rested his head on a pillow. Relieved with how much weight was lifted off of his shoulders right now. You rolled to his side, resting your head on his chest, hugging his torso.
He kissed your forehead, putting your blanket over you so you wouldn’t be cold, just like he did every time he stayed over.
Tonight was different though, because tonight meant that tomorrow your future together would finally start.
(A/N) I really hoped y’all liked this, I was contemplating whether to write a smut or not since I barely write anything anymore, but I feel like I see Christian Yu everywhere lately, and with that comes a bunch of lusting ladies. But checking his tag on Tumblr I noticed there weren’t much scenarios or smuts on him. If anyone has any requests I will happily take them! Again excuse my awful writing, it’s three in the morning.
By the way I really hope this guy doesn’t have a tumblr and searches himself cause this was ungodly.