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jayparked · 3 months ago

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𝓂𝓊𝓈𝒾𝒸 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝓎 𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 | 𝒿𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓈𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑔 | 𝓂

snippet: "Ride me." Jay huffs. It's a command, not a request. He moves back to the head of the bed, adjusting the pillows before leaning back against them. Lifting the covers away from his body, he removes his boxers slowly. looking into your eyes as he does so. pairing: park jongseong x female reader genre: smut au: music producer jay, established relationship rating: explicit/18+, minors dni word count: 9.7k warnings: thunder and lightning storms, cigarette smoking sexual warnings: early morning sex, unprotected sex, lots of moaning, y/n tries to be a brat but jay aint having it, forced orgasm, oral (female and male receiving), jay almost lets y/n dom but then quickly changes his mind, spitting/mentions of drool, fingering, biting, marking, light bruising (from fingernails and biting), choking, language, some light foot worship, jay just really needs y/n to moan the way she did earlier so he can use it for his track, voice recording, brief use of sex toys i.e: restraints and vibrator, begging, whimpering, overstimulation, dirty talk, cigarette use, uhh jay uses the ashes from his cigarette on y/n’s nipples as a stimulant..., there’s some real good aftercare in there too so don’t worry, they’re like...grossly in love

The sound of the rain pitter pattering against the window is what initially draws you from your slumber. It falls rhythmically in a way that would normally lull you back to sleep, but the loud, harsh, fast contact of the water against the glass is almost flinch worthy. It isn’t an ordinary skylight window above a bed. The bedroom walls are slanted invertedly so that when you’re lying on the bed and look up, the window is slanted right above you. You watch as the raindrops hit the window and slowly slide down.

Yawning, you stretch out your arms and feel your muscles tighten before relaxing and you sigh softly with pleasure. You rub your eyes with your fists, blinking quickly as the moonlight escapes past the clouds barrier and cascades across your face causing you to squint annoyedly. Jay loves leaving the specially built blinds up at night, something you had to grow accustomed to after some time living together. Night after night watching him gaze wistfully towards the moon, it became your favorite part of your nightly routine. Watching that look of childish wonder gloss over your boyfriend’s eyes...there’s just nothing like it.

Tonight, the sky isn’t so peaceful. Lightning angrily streaks across the sky making you jump and clutch the flannel sheets to your chest.

"It wake you up too?"

You gasp, a sharp intake of breath causes your voice to squeak.

"You scared me, Jay!" You slap your boyfriend's shoulder lightly with the palm of your hand. He chuckles and rolls onto his side to face you, black hair swooping down over his forehead, just above his very awake looking eyes.

"Sorry. The thunder woke me up a little while ago. I was waiting for it to get you next." The edges of his eyes pinch together as he smirks, his voice sounding more sultry than playful. You shake your head trying to distract yourself from leading your mind down that alley. But it's hard when he looks that good and especially since you just had a dream about his-

"So. Now that we're both up..." he whispers and runs his pointer finger down your arm from your shoulder to your fingertips. "What should we do?" His big innocent eyes are all a ploy, you know that for sure. His pupils are blown out and his breathing is uneven. He knows exactly what he wants to do...and you're not sure if you're against it.

"How about..." you start slowly. You run your hand up his naked chest, feeling his muscles flex under your palm. He sighs and closes his eyes, completely enjoying the feeling of your hand rubbing against his bare skin. His sleep swollen lips part open and you can hear his breaths coming out sharp and quick, his heart rate rising quickly. You guide your hand down his chest and over his abdomen which makes him take in a sharp breath between his teeth. Jay's eyes remain closed so it's easier to marvel over the way his bottom lip starts to quiver, or the way the moonlight cascades shadows off his eyelashes, or the way his cock becomes more and more visible as it hardens under the sheets.

"How about we go back to sleep!" You say excitedly and remove your hand from your boyfriend's body. You throw your head back into your pillow and quickly close your eyes, pretending to instantly fall back asleep. If only it was that easy, right?

"I think we both know there's no point in sleeping now," Jay says, a low growl vibrating deep in his throat. He grasps the sheets in his hand and with one quick motion he throws them off your bodies and onto the floor. Cold air coats your skin and you tuck your knees up to your chest to try to keep in the warmth.

"Oh. Don't worry." Jay grabs your shoulders and turns you on your back, grasping your knees and opening up your legs so that he could kneel between them. "I'll warm you up real quick."

Your heart thumps loudly in your chest, your stomach on fire with anticipation of what's to come. A streak of bright lightning flashes outside once more, followed by a loud clap of thunder over your heads. Jay moves his hand from your shoulder and rubs his palms up and down your thighs- the warmth of his skin makes you sigh and your shoulders relax further into the bed as his hands get further and further up your leg. He gets closer and closer to the edge of your pajama shorts, each time his hands move up and down your legs you're annoyingly aware of the nearness. Like a magnet, your hips move downward to shift your body closer to him, trying so desperately to close that distance. All you want is for him to reach his long fingers underneath your shorts and relieve all of the tension building up at your clit.

"You still with me?" His voice is sultry, almost grainy. He leans back against his heels, now even further away from your heat. But that doesn't stop his roaming hands. Jay's thumb rubs against your talus and moves down to the arch of your foot. At first you flinch from the contact, his fingers tickling your skin. But you relax as he continues to massage your feet, total bliss overtaking your body.

"Sorry," you sigh out. "Feels so good."

Jay smiles, the hunger gone from his eyes for a moment and in their place is the look of a caretaker wanting to bring comfort. He longingly looks at your foot as he continues to massage it and as you look at him you can see clearly how much he loves you. With every soft and delicate touch down to the way he treats every inch of your body as if it were a prized gem.

But then the hunger returns and he moves away from your feet, crawling up towards your face until his lips are mere centimeters away from yours. The heat from his breath makes you hold in your own breathing, your lips parting, desperately wanting for him to kiss you.

This small action does not go unnoticed and Jay prides himself in his ability to have you wrapped around his beautifully long fingers. "Is there something you want?" His lips barely brush over the tops of your own with his annunciation of 'you want'. Shivers run down your spine and your eyes flutter closed, tilting your chin up towards him and elongating your neck. Jay lets his eyes roam over your body, licking his lips as he focuses on the spot of your neck that he knows is extra sensitive.

"What do you want?" His voice is so soft, far beyond a whisper or even a murmur and it completely contrasts against the ever nearing booming of thunder. There's a hidden softness behind his eyes as he peels them away from your body to look into your own. His bangs are falling over his eyes again and you take your hand to sweep them away. Instead of resting your hand back at your side, you cup his cheek, feeling the softness of his skin beneath your fingertips.

Sighing, you can only manage to get out one word in response, "You."

Both of your lips pull together with a force stronger than magnets. There's a faint remnant of smoke hidden behind his breath that's so addicting you can't help but deepen the kiss further. Tongues swirl together and it feels like you've slipped into a dream. One of his hands cradles the small of your back while the other one weaves fingers into your hair. A light tug on your scalp makes you moan into Jay's mouth and he replies hungrily by taking your bottom lip between his teeth, pulling gently yet hard enough to make your head lean forward so that your shoulders lift off the bed.

Jay pulls your body forward more, the hand on the small of your back raising you up until you're both sitting facing one another. His chest feels warm to the touch despite the chill that lingers in the room. You don't blame him though. Your body also feels like it's radiating more heat than normal. With each kiss adds a whole other degree to the body temperature between the two of you. And you just can't get enough.

"Ride me." Jay huffs. It's a command, not a request. He moves back to the head of the bed, adjusting the pillows before leaning back against them. Lifting the covers away from his body, he removes his boxers slowly. looking into your eyes as he does so. This man is so confident it's almost unsettling. But you know he knows how much you love watching him undress. And it wouldn't be Jay if he wasn't teasing you in some way.

The band of his boxers dips below his hips, exposing his deep muscle lines. The bulge of his cock is so prominent it's making your mouth water and legs twitch with anticipation. Finally, he pulls them all the way down and releases his hardened cock from its cotton cage. He looks harder than normal, the redness of his skin a whole new shade of red than before. A large vein pulses at you, encouraging you to get closer and indulge in all the pleasures it offers you.

When Jay's hand grasps his shaft and strokes lazily, that's when your mind starts to feel hazy. Your mouth starts to salivate and that burning need between your legs is growing so intensely if you don't act on it soon you just might combust right here in this very spot.

You crawl towards your boyfriend slowly, watching him leisurely pump his cock in a way a cat would watch a mouse eat. Batting his hand away, you take his thickness in both of your hands, feeling the warm blood pump through his veins. Jay winces as you grip him a little tightly, the tip of his cock nearly throbbing in your hands from the pressure. You lean over him and open your mouth slightly, allowing a bead of drool to drop down and run down the side of his shaft.

"Fuck." Jay leans his head back against the headboard and moans.

"I'm so hungry for you," you purr and flatten your tongue against the side of his cock and lick one long stripe up to the tip, swirling your tongue around it before sliding your tongue back down again. Jay moans underneath you, muscles already shaking from the adrenaline coursing through his veins.

"Do you want me to suck you off or ride you?" You continue to use your tongue to play with him, licking down to the base of his cock before leaving little love bites at the base of his stomach and along his hip bones. Using one of your hands, you reach upward and apply pressure as your hand climbs up his stomach muscles, feeling every curve against your palm until you get to his chest and repeat the motion downward. Another moan leaves his beautiful lips and you can't help but smirk as you realize you could do this all day. Watching him melt in your hands and seeing him mentally debate with himself was a power surge unlike any other.

“Ri-ride me. I want you to ride me.” The words barely come out audible. His eyes are wide as he blinks rapidly, trying his best to stay present, his jaw and neck muscles bulging. He’s so close to the edge you think about ignoring his request. If you just suck him off all the way through, there would be punishment. No doubt about that. As appealing as being punished by your super sexy boyfriend might be, you decide to abide by his request and position yourself over him, your entrance hovering over his weeping cock.

“No more teasing.” The pleading tone is gone from his voice. Instead, it’s commanding and authoritative.

But you choose to ignore that once again.

“Can you even last?” You stick your tongue out playfully, gently biting down as you smirk. Your hands roam over his chest and lightly graze his nipples, a small act that normally drives him insane and right now you can see the clear focus in his eyes. You picked the wrong night to try to be playful.

“Fuck it. You wanna play games? I can play games.” In one sweeping motion, Jay has you on your back, his body hovering over yours. His hand is back on the small of your back, his fingertips gently kneading the muscles of your flesh before he digs his nails in, leaving a trail of scratch marks down your spine.

He tilts his head to the side as he looks into your eyes, pausing to think about something that thrills you to your bones. You’ve never been with a more imaginative partner before and although sometimes his ideas seem scary at first, you trust him completely.

“Oh,” he says simply. “You thinking about something interesting?”

“I’m thinking about all the ways I want you to fuck me.”

“Oof. What a foul mouth you have. Such vulgar words coming out of those pretty lips of yours. I’d fill it if I wasn’t so inclined to fuck that pussy of yours.”

You hitch in a breath, that tingling sensation spurring back to life deep within your core.

As if reading the thoughts of your body, he moves one hand slowly down your midsection, pausing right above your pelvic area. You want to rub your thighs together, hell, you want to touch yourself- no screw that, you need him to fuck you right here and right now. A floodgate of desire opens up within you and you need his cock inside of you. Now.

“Jay please, please fuck me. I need you inside me. I need to feel you.” It came out whinier than you initially intended, but now’s not the time to dwell on one’s tone.

Completely and utterly satisfied with his victory, Jay lines his cock up with your entrance, the tip of his head brushing past your folds and picking up the slick coming out of you. Moaning with the contact, as little as it may be, you try to scoot down further to feel him against your clit. But he holds your hips down firmly in place. You’re not going anywhere unless he wants you to move.

Jay pauses and turns around, grabbing your pillow. You push on your feet, lifting your ass off the bed so that he can rest the pillow underneath there. Now, slightly elevated, he has a better angle and a straight accessway to your g-spot.

Leaning forward, Jay lightly wraps his fingers around your throat, squeezing lightly. Your eyes flutter backwards, already at risk of coming undone from the buildup alone. His pointer finger is pressing right where the sensitive spot on your neck is underneath your ear and it takes everything you have to keep yourself from moaning like a sick person.

The head of his cock teases your entrance once more, getting closer and closer until literally just the tip goes inside before he abruptly pulls back out.

“Please. No more teasing.” You beg, wiggling your shoulders as you pout.

“Not so funny now that you’re on the other end, huh?” Jay lowly chuckles and that’s when he thrusts his hips forward, his cock sliding right into you.

“Oh!” You yell as the tip brushes against your g-spot instantly. Your gasp gets caught in your throat because of his hand around your neck and you nearly swallow your own words. The restricted airways has your head feeling lighter than normal and it gives you a new high that’s impossible to feel if he would have done this without his hand squeezing your neck. Your walls contract instinctually around him, desperately trying to adjust to his length and girth. The light tug feels so satisfying and you grip his forearms tightly, fingernails leaving small half-moon shaped marks in his skin.

“Ugh, you’re so wet and still so tight,” Jay whines and slowly moves his hips back and forth, not enough to remove the head of his cock from you, but enough to brush against your bundle of nerves over and over and over again. He releases his hand from your neck and moves it down on the bed to support himself as he quickens his pace.

Arching your back already, you shut your eyes tightly as you try to keep yourself from coming too soon.

Not quite sure if it’s the angle, the day, or the way he’s rhythmically moving his hips, but this all feels too good. Even more so than sex with Jay usually is. The way he's pounding you into the mattress has your body contorting in what should be inhuman ways. Your arms bend as you grip the sheets above your head, your back arches in a possessed like manner as Jay continues to use his cock to send you over the edge. Sex has never felt this good before. He has never made you feel this good before. Your body is shaking- no, vibrating as you feel that white heat getting closer and closer. Your breath hitches in your throat before you let out the most pornarific moan you've ever heard in your life. Upon hearing you, Jay stutters inside you, his orgasm hitting him harder than he expected. You're still coming down from your own high, the dark spots in the corners of your vision are finally disappearing.

"Holy fuck," Jay pants as he slowly removes himself from you. “You’ve never made that sound before.” He’s sitting back on his heels once more, staring at you with a look of wonder. There’s a spark in his eyes, one that you recognize, and you stifle a laugh knowing what’s about to come next.

“Inspired?” You smile.

“Immensely,” he delights. His fingers start to tap rhythmically against his thighs as he looks over to his music equipment in the corner of the room. In the most innocent and inoffensive way, he’s long forgotten you as his creative mind kicks into overdrive.

“Go.” You yawn. “I’m gonna go back to sleep.”

Jay leans down and gives you a quick kiss on your temple, leaving the bed to quickly pull on his sweatpants and seating himself in his chair, firing up his computer and putting on his headphones.

Your eyes droop slower and slower, getting heavier each time you blink. The last thing you see before sleep takes you is your boyfriend leaning forward in his chair, back muscles rippling as he lights a cigarette, the smoke swirling up towards the ceiling as he exhales, dancing through the fringe of his bangs as it ascends.

“Ugh!”

Your eyes shoot open, sleep being yanked away from you by a loud bang and the yell from Jay. Sitting up, you see your boyfriend’s fists clenched tightly, resting on either side of his keyboard. His face is red, the vein on his temple starting to bulge and his shoulders are hunched so far that his shoulders are almost touching his ears.

“Jay? What’s wrong?” You rub your fists into your eyes, trying to keep the grumpiness of being abruptly woken up at bay.

“Oh, baby. I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to wake you up.” He slides his headphones off his ears so that they’re sitting at the base of his neck. The ends of his hair is coated with sweat, the tips of his ears red from the headphones being on for too long. Pivoting his chair towards you, you can see the stress lines on his forehead and the strain in his eyes. There’s a nearly finished cigarette tucked between his fingers at the knuckles and a few finished ones lying in the ashtray by his keyboard. He huffs on the one in his hand quickly before putting it out in said ashtray and then climbs onto the bed to sit across from you, his knees touching yours.

"I've been working on this track for the past three hours now. I just can't get the pitch right." He shakes his head in defeat, a long sigh leaving his lips as he does so.

"This happens all the time, but it’s okay. You always get it in the end." You try to sound encouraging but instead your voice comes off dull and uninterested.

Jay's mouth pulls to the right side of his face, making the lines by his cheeks and dimple deepen. "This one is different. I'm already starting to forget how you sounded."

Baffled, you tilt your head to the side and nervously laugh. "Me? I thought I dreamt that!"

"Yes you! I've never heard anything more...more...more," he snaps his fingers as he tries to think of the right word, "more exhilarating! It was dramatic. It was sexy, inspiring even. It was a sound that could tell anyone what you're feeling. It's pure bliss." His fingers absentmindedly make their way to the divot on the inside of your knee, rubbing slow deep circles into your skin. On a regular day, the touch would barely be noticed. Right now, on the other hand, his touch ignites a fire in your blood, raising your body temperature to a whole new degree. It's suddenly hard to swallow and you're very, very aware that you are watching as his lips form words as he speaks, barely comprehending said words at all. The way his jaw moves and the way his mouth molds around each syllable and seeing flashes of his tongue gently touch the rooftop of his mouth.

"Y/N? You fall asleep with your eyes open again?"

You're brought back down to earth, blinking rapidly as you feel your boyfriend softly shake your shoulder.

"Sorry," you rub your eyes and suppress the urge to yawn, "I guess I'm still tired."

"Let me tuck you in." He goes to lay you back down and you gladly let him.

"Here," you mumble, lips barely moving and eyes already shut. You let the weight of your arm bounce against his side of the bed . "You should sleep too. Take a break. Work later."

He doesn't respond but his weight is still on the end of the bed. You can feel the dip and you just want him to lie down already.

"Jaaayyy," you whine, eyes still closed.

"I think," his pitch has changed, a low murmur making your eyes pop open wide immediately. You know that tone. You know it all too well and your body starts to overheat again, "I want to do something else."

Slowly lifting your head, you intend to look into his eyes, but you're very quickly misguided as you watch your boyfriend slowly pumping at his cock, quickly making himself go from semi hard to fully hard in mere seconds. His blue boxers rest below his hip bones, giving yourself a full display on the thing that is going to wreck you into the next dimension momentarily.

"O-oh." You sit there frozen, unsure of what to do next.

"I know I just fucked you but honestly? I can do better." There's a devilish smirk painted onto that beautiful face of his and you've never been more excited to be a sinner.

You match his smirk and use your feet to kick the covers off the bed and before you're done with the action, he's on top of you. Lips that usually feather lightly across your body now hungrily nip and lick over your rib cage, around your hip bones below your stomach line, and over the swell of your collar bones. Each nip and pull makes you shiver beneath him, your hands tracing over the muscles on his back. Your legs come up and hug his hips, now trapping him in place. One of Jay's hands grabs a fistful of your yellow night shorts, tugging them to the side but not necessarily taking them off. His thumb digs into your hip bone while he kisses around your breasts. The closeness of his fingers to your core is driving your body absolutely mad. You're already so turned on and ready to be touched and you know that he knows that that's what you want.

And yet…

His tongue delicately swirls your nipple and you hold your breath for a moment. The coolness of the air mixed in with his saliva makes you feel chills throughout your entire body. He flattens his tongue directly on the tip of your nipple as he squeezes the other breast with his hand and you quickly move your hands from his back and into his soft black hair. You grip tightly at his roots, already feeling your back start to arch as he continues to lick and lap at the hardening buds on your chest.

"Hmm...already?" He chuckles as he takes your nipple between his teeth.

"Hnng," You groan out and grip his hair tighter. Your breathing shallows and your body can't decide what it wants. You want him to rub your clit oh so badly but you don't want him to stop massaging your breasts. The way his tongue swirls around your nipple is almost too good. No one should be this talented with their mouth.

He moves to the side of your breasts and leaves love bites in an array of patterns on your skin.

"Why'd you stop?" You gasp and grip his shoulders. The love bites feel great, they definitely don't help the surge of arousal going straight down into your shorts, but you know you were close to coming and you've never come from nipple stimulation alone.

"You weren't moaning how I wanted you to. Ah- which...actually reminds me..." And just like that, his body is off of yours, taking the heat with him. Getting off the bed, Jay opens one of his desk drawers and removes a small microphone with a clip. You watch as he gathers the necessary chords, no ordinary recording device would do. He quickly attaches one end of the chords into his computer and fishes the rest of the line out as he walks back towards the bed. Still holding the hand sized device, he places his knees on either side of your hips, giving you a full view of his beautifully erected cock. You mentally note that he has definitely shaved recently, his skin looking so soft and kissable. The thought of kissing and sucking at the areas around the base of his cock makes your mouth water. While he busies himself with trying to find a way for the microphone to rest on top of the headboard without falling, you help yourself to a little taste of him.

The tip of his cock is salty with precum and you lick your lips quickly to lubricate them. Jay's hips instinctively flinch backwards, but once he looks down and sees what you're doing, all he does is smirk and continue to work on setting up the microphone.

You slowly insert the head of his cock onto the top of your tongue just inside your mouth. Exhaling, you let your warm breath fall across his shaft and small goosebumps appear at his midsection. Taking a long stripe from the base of his cock and back to the head, you avoid any chastising about teasing by promptly inserting him fully into your mouth, slowly and inch by inch allowing him to sink further and further back into your throat. You go until the tip of your nose and your lips touch his midsection, his length now fully submerged in your throat.

"Jesus you're not playing around tonight aren't you?"

You hum a response that makes his hips sputter, a stuttering groan leaving his lips quickly followed by a whispered ‘fuck’.

Slowly moving your head back, you go until the tip is almost past your lips before moving back down his shaft. You keep up the slow pace, mostly to annoy him and also to insure that he doesn't come anytime soon.

His hands, without warning, are weaving through your hair as you swirl your tongue around his tip. He guides you, quickening your pace and he continues to hit the back of your throat over. And over. And over-

Jay pulls himself back and his cock is out of your mouth.

"You're a sneaky little devil. You almost had me." He wags his finger at your face, making small tsk tsk noises with his mouth as he recenters himself and pulls his boxers up, hiding his beautiful cock from view. "Now, where was I?" He leans back towards the microphone and turns it on, a bright red light blinking up on the side. Adjusting the angle one last time, he's finally happy with his setup.

"Do you know what this is for?" He points to it and gets off the bed. Humoring him, you shake your head no.

"I need you to make that sound you made earlier. Do you understand? I don't want it. I need it."

Worriedly, you realize he's heading towards the closet and fear and excitement root into your chest as you watch him bend down to the last drawer of the dresser and take out a shoe box.

Sauntering back to the bed, he carelessly throws the shoe box onto the bed and some of its contents fall out. A bright blue vibrator as long as your forearm is the first you see followed up by light gray fuzzy handcuffs. There's more in the box, at least half a dozen other toys that Jay only likes to break out when he feels like you need to be punished, or if he needs a specific reaction from your body.

Right now, you're thinking it might be both options.

Jay picks up the handcuffs and looks them over in his hands. He's acting as if he's never used them on you before and that in itself is thrilling because now, you don't know what's going to happen next.

Pulling out three more pairs from the box, he wordlessly cuffs your wrists and ankles to the bedposts while you willingly, and wordlessly, allow him.

Still without words, he moves back to the bed. That's when you notice how steady his breathing is. And although appearing to be calm under a heated situation, his cock continues to throb and twitch, the head surely getting redder and angrier by the second underneath his boxers.

His hands are moving down your body, feeling every curve, reading every detail in your skin as if he were reading braille. Fingers dip inside your waistband, hooking around the material before sliding them down your legs, annoyedly realizing that he should have removed them before cuffing you to the bed. Without blinking, he grasps the material between his hands and tears the fabric as if it were nothing more than a single sheet of paper. The anticipation of his touch is driving you crazy and you're never going to get over the fact that your boyfriend has now literally torn your clothes off your body in order to get you naked.

"Please, babe," you pull at your restraints, the fuzzy padding protecting your wrists from any real harm and you try your best to spread your legs out further for him, "touch me."

Unresponsive, Jay eyes your core, looking at it in a way a man starved looks at a loaf of bread. His hands are on your thighs now, deeply kneading your muscles with his fingertips. His thumbs graze over bruises from previous escapades and it feels borderline euphoric.

"Touch me." You repeat and watch angrily as he remains unresponsive. His hands dip lower, over your knees and down to your shins. Desperation bubbles up from within the pits of your belly and rises until you feel it fester in your throat until you can't keep it down any longer.

"Touch me!" You yell and not so gently nudge his side with your leg. Finally, he looks up at your face and chuckles under his breath.

"So needy," he says with disappointment, but a smile paints softly across his face. "So ungrateful and so spoiled."

Jay's hands move quickly, fingers suddenly grip tightly at your hips as he raises up your lower half until it's level with his face. You bite on your bottom lip to keep yourself from yelping as his fingernails scratch into your skin before moving to support your weight by cupping your ass. You can feel his hot breath hovering over your clit, making you feel just how truly wet you are. Jay gulps down hard, looking as if being presented with a grand holiday meal.

"You're glistening, baby," he groans, proceeding to attach his lips onto your clit. The moment his tongue makes contact with your slickness, you inhale quickly. Finally, finally some contact.

He swirls his tongue slowly around your clit, no longer making direct contact. Gathering as much juices as he can, he spits it back out onto your clit. Warm mixes with cold and you sit up quickly only to be pushed back down by your boyfriend's strong hands. He keeps his hand on your chest right below your collarbone as he uses his other hand to wipe your juices and his spit around your clit.

It's so wet you almost miss the feeling of his bare hands.

"So, so messy." He tsks at you and continues his movements. "What am I going to do with you, Y/n? Hmm?"

You stay silent at the sound of your name instead of his usual pet names for you. His piercing brown eyes stare deep within yours as he continues to stroke you.

"Do I let you come from my fingers? From my tongue? From my cock? What will make you make that pretty...pretty sound again?"

You whimper as he inserts a single finger into your hole, your vagina naturally clenching around the digit. It's not enough. It's not enough. It's not enough.

Jay chuckles and you know he's finding humor in the way he has you wrapped around his finger...well...quite literally. He knows how weak you are when it comes to him, knows you'll do anything for him and knows exactly what to do to make you feel good.

"Are you going to be a good girl and make that pretty sound again? Hm? For me?" He inserts another finger and slowly curls them inside you, beckoning you towards him and touching that spongey bundle of nerves that sends you straight into the heavens.

"I'll try!" You cry out, wishing that he would apply more pressure inside of you so that you can finally release the orgasm that has been building up bigger and bigger. You’re honestly not sure if you can make the same moaning sound that he’s referring to because, quite honestly, you have no idea what you sounded like in the first place.

Jay pushes down your hips that you weren't aware you had raised upward. He keeps his free hand there while he quickens his pace with the other. The beautiful and sinful acts that his fingers can do to your body are coming into effect as you start to shake beneath him. Your breathing is more ragged than ever and you pull as hard as you can at your restraints without caring if it'll hurt you later. The coil deep within your body starts getting tighter and tighter, readying itself to break and unfurl.

You open your mouth to let out a deep, long moan but right as the sound erupts out of your mouth and into existence, Jay pulls his fingers out of you and sits back, completely untouching you.

Your orgasm disappears in a snap and you groan out angrily.

“Okay what the fuck,” you sound angrier than you intended.

“Can’t let you come like that. It’s too easy.” He looks at the bed and pushes past some of the toys until he finds one that breaks out that devilishly handsome smile that you love oh so much.

In his hand he’s holding a simple, small, white vibrator.

Now, vibrators aren’t your favorite and he’s well aware of this. You come too quickly and aren’t able to savor that sweet build up feeling of fire within your lower half, that numbness that overtakes the tips of your toes and makes you want to kick them straight into a wall. The fact that he picked this out of the box of other torturing devices means that he plans on making you come. A lot. And in a short period of time.

Upon realizing his intention you think about pleading with him to use something else, anything else. The tiredness behind your eyes creeps up slower than the night, but it does not slow its pace. You want to come. You want to make him come. And then you want to sleep wrapped up tightly in your boyfriend’s arms.

Jay turns the vibrator on and watches as it purrs to life in his hands. He strokes the length of it as if it were the back of a cat. Now, looking at you, he grins, showing his pearly white teeth and another wave of arousal washes over you. Power exuberates from every inch of his body as he saunters back over to you. A bead of sweat forms at your temple and slowly slides down past your cheekbone. It tickles and makes you shiver, but you don't take your eyes off Jay.

"Are you ready?" he says softly upon reaching the edge of the bed. Standing in between your legs, he waits for your response.

You sigh, "yes," and let the muscles in your legs relax.

Jay places the tip of the vibrator on your left thigh and you moan immediately at the touch, feeling the sensation creep up to your core. The vibrator stays in place for a few moments while Jay watches your expressions intently. His eyebrows are furrowed so deeply that they almost touch and his mouth is scrunched together and pushed to the side. This has become more than sexual pleasure.

This is a science experiment.

"How does it feel when I do this?" he queries and moves the vibrator slowly up your thigh and stops just before it touches your core.

"It feels...torturous." Your hips start to shake purely from lack of physical contact where you need it the most. You try to hold in your pouts, try to hold in your pleading, but if your clit goes any longer without getting relief you're going to lose your mind.

"Good." And then right as you're about to beg for him to touch you, the vibrator is thrust right on your clit with a strong unmoving pressure.

Your hips roll forward and you don't have time to think before you cry out and feel your orgasm come and go quicker than you can blink. The vibrations run deeply through your body and after waiting so long, you just couldn't hold on.

"Whoa. Record time." Jay smarts but keeps the vibrator on you.

As you come down it starts to feel uncomfortable. Overstimulation is not something you're able to have the patience or willpower for.

“You can keep going,” Jay encourages and increases the speed on the vibrator. You whimper and look at him anxiously as your whole body begins to tremble.

“Moan for me, baby. Don’t hide those pretty sounds from me.”

They’re not moans quite yet. It starts off as small gasps as your body desperately tries to adjust to the overstimulation, angry when it realizes it can’t. That’s when the tears prick your eyes. You try to be tough and hold on but you feel another orgasm being forced from your body and you cry out in pleasured agony.

Jay removes the vibrator mid orgasm and your muscles immediately collapse into the bed. Panting harder than a dog on a hot summer day, you truly hope that that was the sound he’s looking for.

“Hmmm...not quite…”

“Please, Jay. Let me help you come. Forget about the sound. Let's get you off so we can go back to sleep.” Your throat feels hoarse as you talk from lack of water or the intense screams and moans, you’re not sure. Perhaps a mixture of all of it. Either way, you’re tired and you wish you could help him, but this project seems like a lost cause.

“Rest for a second. I need to listen to something.” He moves quickly to his computer, putting his headphones on crooked and clicking away at the screen. Your body is too tired to watch what he’s doing.

A few moments pass before Jay stands up again and you notice a freshly lit cigarette in his hand.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I’ll untie you-” Jay pauses mid step and mid sentence and stares at the cigarette in his hand, quickly looking to your naked body, and then back at the cigarette.

"What's wrong?" You strain your head to try to meet his gaze but he's off in another world. His lips move as he mumbles lowly to himself, words incomprehensible to you from this far away. Taking a long drag from the cigarette, he holds in the smoke as he observes the cancer stick before walking closer to you. He’s sworn to quit so many times, but claims the nicotine helps him stay focused when he works on long projects. It’s not a favorable habit, but you just cannot deny how sexy he looks while taking a long drag from a cigarette and letting the smoke swirl out of his pretty lips. It fits his artistic rockstar image a little too well.

Finally you're able to catch: "that wouldn't be messed up...would it?"

"What wouldn't be messed up?" Annoyance is a nice way to put how you're feeling right now. You're just laying here, tied up and your boyfriend is only five feet away from you, completely ignoring your existence. Unfortunately he does this often; spacing out, talking to himself, unable to sense his surroundings. When it's music related it's admirable. When you're involved? Straight up annoying. But it’s even worse when the two are combined.

"I have...a crazy idea. Please let me know if it's too out there and we'll discard it immediately."

You gulp down what feels to be a big rock in your throat that doesn't want to be swallowed. His tone is cautious yet excited and he doesn't look you directly in the eyes but off to the side of your head.

"What is it?" You say slowly, wishing more than ever that you could sit up and talk to him face to face.

Jay brings his cigarette up in front of his face, his eyes concentrating hard on the object in front of him.

"I want to use the cigarette ash as a stimulant on you."

Immediately the first thing that comes to mind is 'what the actual fuck'. You've never heard of anyone using any part of cigarettes as a form of sexual pleasure. But then you let your mind breathe for a second and the idea sounds rather...arousing? Just the thought of Jay flicking his cigarette ash onto your body sounds so degrading and he usually doesn't dip in that direction sexually.

He's carefully watching your face now, looking for any sign that you're not on board with this.

You smile.

"Where on my body?" You say seductively. His eyes light up, that same sexual deviant smile back onto his face. Excitement is evident as his chest rises and falls at a quicker pace. And finally, finally, he walks towards you, that cigarette held loosely between his fingers.

His shadow casts over your midsection as he towers above you. One arm crosses his chest while his other arm, the one with the cigarette, rests on top. It looks like he's about to take another drag but stops himself just before it touches his lips.

"I was thinking...your nipples?"

Your mouth immediately starts to water and your legs involuntarily shift, wanting ever so badly to rub together. Suddenly you're hyper aware of how hard your nipples are. They're like little gumdrops resting on top of your breasts and when you close your eyes you can still feel the wetness of Jay's tongue as he swirled his tongue around them.

Most people use candle wax or ice cubes as nipple stimulants.

But then again, you and Jay aren't most people.

"Please. Do it." Eagerly, you roll your hips forward and jut your chest forward towards him. A deep hunger is rooted in his eyes as he takes a quick huff, blowing the smoke up towards the ceiling before climbing onto the bed. Your heart is beating fast and hard in your chest as you wait for him to make his next move.

Jay’s cock twitches back to life, a newfound surge of want coursing through his veins while your body reacts the same. He quickly checks to make sure his microphone is still on and then puts the cigarette between his lips. He gives himself a quick pump as he moves closer to your body.

Forget the cigarette ash, you think to yourself. You want him.

And he apparently wants you too.

Jay’s hands move expeditiously down the sides of your body, running over your hips and down your thighs as he positions himself between your legs. He uses the head of his cock to rub against your swollen clit, your hips bucking with the sudden contact. Unlike previously, Jay is in no mood to take his time. After rubbing up and down your folds a few times, he uses your slick as lubrication and promptly inserts himself into your hole. He grunts deeply as he bottoms out and you’re left gasping as your body adjusts to his size. Jay rests his chin on top of your head as he breathes heavily around the cigarette hanging crooked in his mouth, away from your hair. The smoke wafts around you and slightly burns your nostrils but you love it.

He’s addicted to cigarettes.

You’re addicted to him.

After giving himself a moment, Jay finally starts to move, rocking his hips slowly back and forth to generate some momentum. A deep moan gurgles from the back of his throat and you can see in his eyes how difficult it is for him to hold himself back.

The air in the room gets stuffy with the heat of your bodies mixed in with the smoke. It makes you both pant harder, faster.

“I can’t take it anymore,” Jay growls and sits back, his cock unfortunately slipping out of you. He takes your legs and sets your feet against his shoulders and realigns himself with your entrance. Without giving you both time to adjust, he slams deep within you, your body jolting in response as he hits your sensitive spot.

“Fuck!” He yells and quickens his pace, his cock relentlessly filling every inch of space within you. Small whimpers move past your lips and a fire lights behind Jay’s eyes.

“What was that? I can’t hear you?” As his hips continue to rock into you, he grabs the microphone off the top of the headboard and shoves it in your face. With his other hand he takes a drag from his cigarette, blowing the smoke to the side before leaning down, hovering the cigarette a few inches above one of your nipples.

You look up at him hopefully and you’re open to tell him it’s okay when he taps his pointer finger on top of the cigarette, gray ash tumbling down towards your body.

“Ah!” You exclaim as the ash hits the peak of your breast. The initial impact of the ash to your skin makes your body panic, completely unused to the sensation. But then, it feels erotic. The nerves in your nipples sing with pleasure and your back arches as the warmth sinks deeply into you. You watch as your breasts bounce with each thrust Jay gives you and the ash rolls down onto your chest.

He continues thrusting and taking drags from his cigarette despite looking winded and exhausted. The headboard bangs against the wall, mirroring the thunder still booming in the distance. Soft groans and moans fill the room until Jay pushes your legs closer to your face, going deeper inside of you.

“Dear god your pussy is just too good. You’re still so wet after everything else. Always wet for my cock aren’t you?” His thrusts are getting longer, sloppier.

“Always. I love your cock,” you exhaustedly whisper. You can feel that coil deep inside you wanting to unspring so badly and only Jay can get you there.

He takes a final drag from his cigarette and flicks the biggest chunk of ash towards your nipple. You moan out as it makes contact at the same time the tip of his cock kisses deeply against your cervix, a high pitched moan that makes your eyes roll backwards.

And then he presses his thumb on top of your nipple, smearing the ash on top of you and right as he does it he thrusts so hard and deeply into you and holds himself there.

“F-uh-uck!” You sputter out the mother of all moans as your orgasm rips through you making you see a bright flash of white.

“Oh shit!” Jay grunts and thick ropes of cum spill inside you.

You both take a moment to regain your breaths. Then Jay removes your legs from his shoulders, setting you down gently and fully removing himself from you. He moves to his desk and puts his cigarette butt into the ashtray and his microphone next to the keyboard. He takes a moment and places his fists behind his back right at his hip bones and leans back until a satisfying crack sounds out through the room.

Jay looks back at you with complete adoration in his eyes, a natural smile forming on his lips as he puckers them to give you an air kiss. Promptly untying you from your restraints, he rubs small circles into your wrists after he frees you, the pressure soothing your aching joints.

“I love you,” he mutters tenderly and places a kiss on top of your forehead.

“I love you too.” You smile.

He gets up and heads to the bathroom while you remain on the bed. You hear the bath turn on and run rapidly and the sound makes you feel the sleep wanting to pull you back in. You can't feel your thighs or any part of your lower half for that matter, but yet your muscles still tremble from the overwhelming aftermath of your multiple orgasms. Gazing upward, the white ceiling looks so dull above you and yet, somehow, comforting. Your mind instinctively tries to find pictures within the grooves but it proves to be too much work for your brain right now. So you go back to just staring absentmindedly. Jay is saying something from the bathroom but your brain is too tired to focus on what it was he was saying exactly. Body still trembling, you close your eyes and will for sleep to take you.

But then hands are on your body, lifting your head off the pillow. And then you're being carried, your body feeling weightless. You groan out for your bed, wanting nothing more than to be completely buried in blankets as sleep overcomes you.

The bathroom light has been dimmed and some of your favorite scented candles are lit on the counter. An aroma of lemon and rose petals waft throughout the room. You breathe in deeply through your nose and sigh out of your mouth, your body melting in your boyfriend's arms.

Jay gently places your feet on the mat in front of the freestanding soaking bathtub. There's mountains of bubbles already rising on top of the water and you can't wait to sink down into it.

Jay uses his hand to grip your elbow, guiding you as you put one foot in the water and then the other.

You sit up front where the faucet is dumping soothing warm water. You put your hands together and let the stream pool into your palms and run over your skin. This is total bliss and your aching muscles begin to relax happily.

Water splashes behind you and you turn around to see Jay getting into the bath as well. You smile at him before turning back around and picking up a handful of bubbles.

"What shampoo do you want? The good smelly one or the deep clean one?" Jay holds both bottles in either hand, looking back and forth between the two.

You look back at him and tiredly try to decide. The “good smelly one” is peach while the deep cleaning one is a tea tree extract.

"Would it be weird if I combined both? It honestly might be really good." He awaits your input.

"Both are fine." You nod your head and turn back to the front. You turn off the water and lay your arms over both edges of the tub.

Gentle hands run down your hair from the top of your head down to the tips before returning to your scalp. His fingers massage the shampoos into your head and a low wistful grumble escapes your throat. You feel the shampoo lathering in your hair and the way Jay's fingers move with purpose has you closing your eyes in pure bliss. He uses the pads of his fingers to massage deeply into your skull, nearly lulling you to sleep.

His hands leave your hair and you hear the clicking of another cap opening and then it clicks shut a moment after. His hands are back on your body but this time they're on your shoulders. A strong lavender smell enters your nostrils and it dawns on you that he's massaging your soothing body wash into your skin.

It's silent in the bathroom except for the small droplets of water tinkling from the faucet into the tub. It's not an eerie silence, it's almost tranquil.

You spend a bit more time in the bathtub together. Jay completely taking care of you to wash off every trace of cigarette ash that was left on your body. His hands soothingly rub alongst every inch of your body.

“I’m ready to get out,” you sigh. You’re leaning against Jay’s chest, his bare skin comforting against your own, “before I completely fall asleep in here.”

“Okay. Let me get out first and grab your towel.” He attentively lifts your body forward to give himself some room to emerge from the bath. Water runs off his body and onto the tile floor as he crosses the room for his towel first. You pull the drain plug in the bath and watch as a tiny whirlpool appears.

After aggressively rubbing the towel in his hair, Jay wraps it around his waist to cover himself, his hair looking static as it sticks out in every which way. He grabs you a fresh towel from the cupboard, the fluffy white one you usually save for special self care relaxation days.

Padding his way back over to you, he drapes the white towel in both of his arms and holds it out, waiting to envelope you in it once you step out.

You stand up slowly, clutching the edges of the tub as you push yourself up. Your legs are still quite shaky. For the most part they still feel pretty numb. You lift one leg up carefully and find your footing on the tile before gingerly taking out your other leg. Jay wraps you tightly in the soft towel that could honestly be a blanket if one chose to do so. You sigh into it, your muscles relaxing as Jay dries you off.

“Let’s get you to bed. We can watch a movie.” After he says it, Jay pauses to look at you. Afraid that something is on your face, your hand touches your cheek questionably. He reaches up and moves his hand under yours so that he’s cupping your cheek, his thumb tracing softly against your cheekbone.

“I love you,” he says softly before leaning in and kissing your lips. As soon as your lips touch it feels like you’re melting into him all over again. And all too soon, the kiss is over.

Swiftly, he picks you up bridal style and carries you to bed as you giggle and cling to his neck. He lightly places you back onto the bed and pulls back the covers and quickly throws them over your body once you’re comfortable. Jay adjusts your pillow to make sure your head stays straight and makes sure every one of your toes is snuggled and warm before handing you the TV remote and then walking towards the door.

“What snack do you want?” He calls from the door frame, his hand lightly brushing against the soft pastel yellow paint.

“Surprise me!” You call as you flip through the different genre suggestions, your brain not even registering what the titles are.

After giving up and picking a random movie, Jay walks in with some water bottles and a bag of pretzels and climbs into bed next to you.

“Don’t you want to get back to your music?” You inquire as you grab a handful of pretzels. He gets himself comfortable next to you by adjusting his pillow, grabbing a fistful of pretzels himself once he’s done.

“Nah. That can wait. I just want to be here with you.” He smiles before popping a piece of the tasty snack into his mouth.

Your heart swells knowing how much he wants to be back in that chair working his magic. Normally you couldn’t drag him away from that stupid computer. So you don’t push it and snuggle in deeper next to him, letting your head fall against his shoulder.

Together you munch away, forgetting about sleep entirely, and listening as the thunder grumbles in the distance.

a/n: thank you for reading! i hope you enjoyed :] if you did please reblog and leave a comment!

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imaginidol · 1 year ago

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Hongjoong: The Dressing Room

!!mentions of NSFW!! 18+!! Please don’t read if you’re not comfortable with smut :) i have no idea why I even wrote this and I hope this is the last time I ever put something out like this into the world again. here’s a hongjoong ver. if you enjoyed the san ver. smut. I’ve also made a yunho ver. smut wooyoung ver. smut and a mingi ver. smut jongho ver. smut here :3

"Hongjoong?" You knock lightly against the door of the KQ artist's dressing room, holding a hot thermos of tea in one hand and turning the doorknob with the other.

"Come in," the boy calls, his eyes fixated on his phone screen as you approached him. He was calmly sitting at one end of the room, patiently awaiting your arrival.

"Here's the tea you asked for," you say, motioning the thermos toward him. "Careful, it's hot."

"That's fine," he shrugs, taking it from your hands. "Thank you."

You meant to leave the room after, but the slight tension made your feet feel like they were glued to the ground.

"Can I help you?" The boy annoyedly looks up from his phone, his eyes furrowing slightly at the sight of you.

"You're upset," you mutter, squinting your eyes at him. "Why?"

"I'm not upset," he says, putting his phone down and hunching over to place his elbows against the chair's arms.

"You can talk to me," you insist, leaning against the edge of a desk behind you. You and Hongjoong had been close friends at the company since you'd started working, and seeing him upset only raised your eyebrows in question.

"Fine," Hongjoong exhales heavily, reaching for his thermos. He takes a slow sip, then rubs his eyes in annoyance as he ponders over the words he wants to say. "I'm too stressed over this upcoming comeback, I found out my now-ex cheated on me, and I haven't been taking care of myself the way I should because of it all. I haven’t slept well in almost two weeks!"

"Damn," you scoff, Hongjoong flashing you a stern glare and wiping the snarky smile off your face.

"I'm sorry I'm being rude," he says, leaning back against his chair, placing a tired forearm over his forehead. "I'm just so fucking stressed."

"That's alright, as long as you don't hold it all in. It's good for you to let it out," you offer your warmest smile.

"Yeah?" He peeks from under his forearm, flashing you a smile. "I could use some of that, honestly."

"Venting?" you ask, nodding your head. "It's real good when you vent your frustrations."

"What? No, I was thinking of... nevermind," he smiles, tiredly closing his eyes and leaning back against the chair.

Your eyes light up and a small gasp escapes your mouth as a horrifying thought crosses your mind.

"What do you mean 'nevermind'? Now you've gotta tell me," you insist, nudging his shoe with your foot.

"You wouldn't be down like that if I did," he mumbled, hoping you wouldn't catch on.

"How would I know if you don't say it?"

He lifts his head and locks his eyes with yours, not saying a word.

"You're not down," he finally mumbles, lowering his arms and bringing them down against the chair's arms again. “So drop the subject.”

Your heart skips several beats as you notice his eyes grow slightly hooded, a deep hunger settling in far beyond his gaze.

You knew for a fact from Mingi that Hongjoong had liked you way before he had started dating his ex, and the only reason he hadn't pursued you was because you had some boyfriend already by the time you both had met. Now, though, your boyfriend was long gone out of your picture, and Hongjoong was, safe to say, back on the market as well.

Your thoughts on Hongjoong had changed slowly since your breakup. You loved the way he lead his group, the way he worked forcefully towards his projects, and the way you felt safe and cared for around him. Needless to say, you found him incredibly attractive and a total catch by all means possible. And now that he was allegedly single again, a few consensual advances wouldn’t hurt, would they?

You smile devilishly as you feel yourself walk up to the boy sitting in front of you, slowly leaning in and wrapping your arms around his neck.

"You're not down, Joong," you dare, feeling yourself pull away from him as you drop the smirk off your face.

Hongjoong stares at you in a moment of disbelief, unable to immediately read the invitation you had just sent.

"Are you gonna say it, or should I clock out for the night?" you sneer, smiling nefariously as you watch the boy's eyes search you and your body for more invitations.

You take a step back and begin unbuttoning one of your blouse buttons, testing to see where he’d follow you next.

In a mere flash, he’s already standing over you with his curious hands around your waist.

“What are you doing?” He whispers, searching your eyes for more signs.

“Fuck around and… find out,” you stick your tongue out playfully at him. He makes no hesitation to shove you backwards, your ass bumping against the edge of the desk where you were leaning on earlier.

He lifts you on top of it, enclosing his mouth around your bottom lip, his hard fingers clenching your jaw as the echoes of several pencil holders and staplers were flung from the desk in the process.

"You don't know what you're in for, if you seriously wanna do this," he breathes hotly into your mouth.

He takes a moment to hold back from doing anything more, searching your face for any signs of possible regret and resign.

"So, you're saying you wouldn't wanna relieve your stresses?" you tease, pulling into his face and smiling into his lips.

"Fuck off," he sneers, tugging at the hem of your blouse and pulling it over your head.

In a few swift motions, your blouse and bra are flung somewhere across the room, followed by the wet echoes of shared, sloppy kisses bouncing off the plaster walls of the dressing room.

From his peripheral vision, Hongjoong turns his attention towards an L-shaped couch sitting at one end of the dressing room. He grabs and carries you by the hips, advancing towards one end he of the couch as he slammed your body into the plump cushions.

He leans over and traces a delicate line of soft pecks from your jaw to your breasts, nibbling gently against your skin as soft moans escaped your lips.

"Hongjoong," you breathe, tugging at the collar of his shirt.

"I'm not fucking you if you can't keep quiet," he sneers, trailing another line of kisses from your chest down to your hips.

He began to unzip your slacks, quickly undressing you fully and bringing your legs to an outward stretch as far as they'd go.

He slowly dives his face in between your legs, and soon enough the gentle pushes of his tongue against your clit begin to set your nerves ablaze.

"Hongjoong, please," you moan as you feel his tongue tracing the outline of your lips, making swift, deep motions before proceeding to eat you out. You clench your jaw and outstretched your neck as far as you’d go, tugging fiercely against the cushions beneath you in a horny and wet despair.

"Fuck, you need to shut it," he growls, diving back into you as your groin dampened with every feel of his touch.

"Fuck you, Joong," you snap, grabbing ahold of his left hand off your waist and tugging at his fingers.“Use these!”

At the very least, the boy was obedient.

He quickly shoved his middle and index finger into his mouth before diving them deep between your legs, stroking back and forth in a steady rhythm inside of you. With each deepening stroke, you felt a wave of heat overtake your body as you so desperately wanted to plead for more. He reached to clasp your jaw with his free hand and clashed his hot mouth against yours, fingering you steadily with each moan you delivered for him.

The kisses could only muffle so much of your loud moaning, and eventually the precious sounds you’d made had gotten the best of him.

"Fuck," he moaned, roughly unzipping his jeans and stepping out of them and his boxers. He revealed a hardened member progressively leaking more and more as he began jacking himself off, eventually giving up after a couple desperate blows before deciding it was best to insert himself inside of you.

He placed his hands around your hips and proceeded to flip you on your stomach, plunging your head into a plump cushion with one hand while thrusting his hot member into your wet groin with the other.

"I told you to... fuck, keep quiet!" He couldn't resist the few moans escaping his own lips as he held onto your outstretched legs on both sides of him, the warm walls of your insides beginning to loosen with each push.

Your back arched farther out with each of his blows pounding deeper inside of you, your moans steadying as you bit desperately into the soft couch cushions beneath you. At this point, all sweat glands of your body had completely dampened every inch of you, and the boy behind you wasn’t far from the same fate, either.

"Hongjoong, Hongjoong," you cried out, the vivid hot tears now streaming down your face as you felt the throbbing sensation of the boy’s pounding member inside of you. At this point, Hongjoong had been concentrating so hard that he hadn’t noticed how far back he’d slid the couch against the wall behind it. With every hard thrust came a loud thump! as one end of the couch slammed repeatedly against the wall behind it.

"Hongjoong," you exhale as your body is set ablaze in hot sweat, irresistible groin pain, and your senses completely hightened. Your fists ball up tighter into the cushions surrounding you as you desperately sink your teeth deeper into the fabric.

I’m about to cum, fuck, I’m about to—

"Shut.. the.. fuck.. up.." Hongjoong breathes in between thrusts, scrunching his face towards the ceiling as he felt himself about to release.

In a quick, sudden instant, a loud, familiar echo erupts through the room as the doorknob turns and the door swings open, inside walking Wooyoung.

"Hongjoong, what's all the noise--SHIT!" the boy's face turns as pale as a ghost, and he immediately slams the door shut, the shadows of his feet under the doorway disappearing back down the hallway.

Your eyes unfocus hazily as you feel your body tightening up in shock, but the only reason Hongjoong didn't immediately stop at the interruption of his younger friend was because was already coming, and he was coming hard.

"Fuck it.. I'll.. I'll.. apologize.. to that.. fucker.. later," he groaned, feeling the final rushes of joy as he finally came inside you.

He defeatedly pulls out, warm fluids seeping all over your lower back. He sighs, looking up towards the ceiling for a short moment to take in the events of the last fifteen minutes. He pulls his black shirt over his neck to take it off, reaching towards a corner end table closest to him to grab an unopened water bottle.

You feel a soft wet cloth wiping you away as you realized Hongjoong had dampened his shirt with the water bottle. Once you were done, you giggled as he helped turn you over and began dressing you again, this time offering you one of his own t-shirts and sweatpants that he thankfully kept in a closet.

Thank fuck we're in my dressing room, he thought.

Once he made sure you were completely comfortable and clothed, he then proceeded to clean and dress himself up, too.

You smiled lazily as your eyes followed the tempered boy across the room, noting the drenched locks of dark wet hair curtaining over his forehead.

He walked back to the couch and plopped himself next to you, wearing a new shirt and sweatpants that he’d also pulled from his closet.

You comfortably reposition your bodies, placing your head warmly against his shoulder. As you crossed your legs, you wince at the raw feeling of Hongjoon’s imprint that still lingered inside you.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, tucking a gentle finger under your chin to turn your face as he placed a gentle kiss against your lips.

"Joong?" you look up from where you leaned against his shoulder, lazily running your fingers through his dampened hair.

"Hmmm?" he groggily looks down, fighting to keep his eyes awake.

"Do you... do you think we'll get in mega-deep trouble for this? And because of Wooyoung?"

Hongjoong scoffs, realizing he would need to have a gentle conversation with his younger friend after.

"That boy won't say a thing, I can promise you that," he whispers, leaning over to plant a soft kiss against your forehead. "Although next time, I'll make sure the door is locked."

"You mean you'd wanna do this again!? Here!?" you look up at him in disbelief, a sly grin threatening to cross your face at the mere thought of Hongjoong’s new method to relieve frustration again.

"I mean, unless you don’t want to end what you've just started, we don't have to," he smiled assuringly.

You frowned. "I didn't say I wouldn't want you all over me like that anymore," you grunt.

"Good," the tired boy grins mischievously, "because believe me, my life never stops stressing me the fuck out."

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lordprettyflackotara · 3 months ago

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Hitchhiker || Chapter Twenty || The Proxies

warning: this chapter contains content that some may find offensive and/or triggering. viewer discretion is advised.

Tim flicked the ashes off of his cigarette, watching the snowflakes free fall from the sky. The sky was pitch black, stars out of view. The fallen ashes blew away into the night, disappearing into the snow that decorated the back porch of the cabin. He took another hit of his cigarette, recognizing the familiar crunch of boots approaching.

Tim knew it was Jack before he appeared out of the shadows, dragging himself through the wintry night. “You’re up late. With all of the action from earlier I presumed you’d be asleep with your mate,” Jack commented blandly. His voice was as dry as a saltine cracker. It didn’t bother Tim that Jack had heard his earlier affairs with you and the others. They had been around each other for so long, there wasn’t much he could hide from him. Tim could smell the metallic scent of blood, that stained the puffy white snow with each step Jack took. “Needed to talk to you,” Tim huffed. Jack made it to the edge of the porch, his large hands shoved into his pockets. Tim concluded he had been out hunting, thin splatters of blood flickered across his blue mask. Jack stood in place motionlessly, signaling for Tim to continue.

“I need to know how sure you are.”

Jack audibly scoffed, “How sure I am?”

Affirmatively Tim nodded, “Yes. How sure are you that the corpse at her apartment wasn’t Nova’s?”

If Jack had eyes he would’ve rolled them. “After all these years you doubt me?” He asked. Tim inhaled his cigarette, the action not as satisfying as normal. “It’s different this time. My girls involved. Her well being hangs in the balance,” He replied. He exhaled the smoke through his nose, the smoke disappearing into the night air. “If you must know, i’ve never been more sure about anything in my life time. I could never forget my mates smell,” Jack said. A part of Tim wanted to ask further questions, but ultimately he decided against it. Jack had been nothing but tolerable of the proxies over the years and helpful in situations like this. “If it wasn’t Nova, who was it? Looked like her to me,” Tim huffed.

Thick crimson droplets fell from Jacks hoodie, landing on the porch. Tim was slightly unsettled he hadn’t noticed just how soaked Jack truly was. “I’m not sure. I didn’t recognize her scent. All I can logically conclude is that Nova’s alive, but The Operator doesn’t want us to know that,” Jack answered. Tim finished his cigarette, annoyedly flicking it into the snow. “Why the hell not? He knows we’d look for her no matter what,” Tim replied. His anger was beginning to flare up, Masky on the edge of his seat to front. Jack blinked, sighing. “I’m a demon Tim, not god,” He said. He walked over to the back door, blood stained shoe prints staining the wood below. “Oh and Tim? Don’t be a dick, pick your cigarette up and dispose of it properly,” Jack told him, not bothering to glance over his shoulder. He disappeared into the cabin, leaving an annoyed Tim grumbling to himself.

He walked to the edge of the porch, spotting the abandoned cigarette bud in the snow.

“Please help! Somebody help me!”

Tim’s head snapped up towards the thick forest, Nova’s voice ringing through out the trees. “Nova?” He mumbled. A group of birds flew up from the trees, their squawking making Tim jump. “Somebody please! Help me!” Nova’s voice screamed again. Tim reached in his pocket, digging out his pistol before running towards the woods. The very moment he stepped past the tree line, everything went silent. The dim moonlight kept most of the forest hidden, forcing Tim to squint to see. “Hello? Nova?” He called out. The brunette expected to hear something, anything. The silence was unsettling, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. He gripped his gun, his gloved finger twitching around the trigger. He looked in all directions, the snow crunching below his boots as he headed in further.

He had expected to hear something, anything. Whether it be static or Nova. It was then Tim was attacked from behind, the air knocking itself out of his lungs as he hit the ground. A fabric cloth was shoved over his mouth and nose, his vision turning black.

You uncomfortably shifted in your bed, your eyes slowly fluttering open. On your left Toby was curled into a ball, softly snoring as he hugged his pillow instead of lying on it. Brian was nuzzled into your waist, his breathing slow and heavy as he slept. Your gaze landed to your right, the lack of Tim making you raise your eyebrows. The alarm clock read 3 am, your body shivering as you threw the comforter off of you. Slipping out of bed your bare feet hit the cold floor, the wood creaking as you headed out of the room. You expected him to be in the bathroom or outside, probably on watch and/or smoking a cigarette. You went into the bathroom, eyebrows furrowing from the lack of Tim’s presence.

You shrugged, fixing your hair as you walked down the stairs. You headed into the kitchen, expecting to see Tim's fluffy hair from the window. Instead the rocking chair was empty, causing you to furrow your eyebrows. You walked over to the fridge, yanking open the door. You squinted through the yellow light, grabbing a water bottle. You screwed open the cap, shutting the fridge door and slowly walking over to the window. Surely Masky was on patrol, walking around. Jack didn't mention anything about his absence, you shouldn't allow yourself to become paranoid. You looked out of the window, taking gulps of water. Your eyes narrowed, your eyesight able to make out a set of footprints coming back from the forest. Crimson red shoe prints were visible in the snow. You figured those to belong to Jack, the blood trail screaming that he came back from hunting. You didn't question what Jack hunted or what he ate. When he threatened to show you, you mentally decided that ignorance was bliss.

You blinked a few times, making out another set of footprints heading into the forest. They couldn't have belonged to Jack, the snow was still free falling. It would've been covered. Jack may have been fast, but he wasn't that fast. You dropped your water bottle when you realized they could only have belonged to Tim. Your mind was spinning, your body on auto pilot as you threw on a pair of shoes and a coat. Scrambling, your gaze landed on the kitchen counter, a set of kitchen knives on display. You grabbed one, shoving it into your coat and storming outside. The cold air whipped you in the face, your body trembling as you trudged forward. "Tim?" You called out. Your voice echoed through out the trees, your breath visible in front of you. Snow crunched beneath your feet, the forest display in front of you hard to see. You felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, the eerie feeling of being watched closing in on you.

Above you the trees shuffled, the leafs and forgotten snow falling making you trudge forward further. It felt odd that the trees moved without the wind causing it. You squinted as you tried to look up, the darkness above all blurring together. You gripped the handle of the kitchen knife, swallowing as you noticed any sign of footsteps had disappeared. You could only make out your own. You had a bad feeling, the kind that made your stomach churn as you wandered around hopelessly. "Hello? You yelled, the faintest sound of static leading you to head in the furthest direction.

"Princess?"

Tim's voice was like a guardian angel, your head spinning as you looked around. His voice was ringing through out the trees, seemingly coming from all directions. "Tim? Are you alright?" You yelled, your voice hoarse and strained. No matter how loud you yelled it didn't seem to be in the right direction. His lack of response worried you, until you heard him once again. "Come this way, to your left," He responded. You furrowed your eyebrows, wondering why Tim didn't answer your question. Yet you followed his instructions, turning off of your path and heading left instead. You felt like eyes were burning holes into the back of your head. You tried to shrug it off as paranoia. Kate was dead. Cat Hunter was dead. The only one left was The Operator and as far as you were concerned, you'd spot him from a mile away with his height. Although you knew all of this to be true, you still had a bad feeling. The kind that was burying itself under your skin and making a bed in it.

Your sights landed on what seemed to be a normal person, their back turned to you. A mysterious cloak hid any defining character traits, causing you to tilt your head to the side. "Tim?" You called out, his name sounding more like a question than an answer. When the stranger turned around, you thought you were going to pass out from shock. Your heart was racing, Nova staring back at you. Your best friend who you thought was dead, was alive and well. She unbuttoned the cloak, shrugging it off of her shoulders. "Nova?!" You screeched. Joy washed over you as you ran to her, arms wide and ready for a hug. You couldn't wait for the embrace. Your mind couldn't process her shoving you away. "Don't fucking touch me traitor, my name isn't Nova," She hissed. Up close you could see her better now, her fingers still bandaged with the ones from before. Dry blood stained the cloth, securely wrapped around all of her fingers. Her eyes were the most startling sight, her pupils and iris completely gone.

Empty white eyes stared back at you, the human soul you once knew and loved completely gone. You felt your mouth run dry, your eyes widened. "What happened to you?" You whispered. This wasn't your Nova. The coldness in her voice. The heartlessness in her eyes. "The Operator happened to me, traitor," Nova spat, her words laced with venom. You took a step backwards, frightened at the sight of her straightening out her shoulders. "I was once like you. A lost soul with no path. But he took me in, showed me the light. I've seen everything," Nova said. Her eyes seemed so soulless, her voice void of any emotion. "It's the best thing that could've happened to someone like me. I get a chance to execute exactly what I want," Nova continued. You narrowed your eyes, slowly taking another step back. "What is it that you want exactly?" You questioned. You were surprised to hear the fear in your voice. Nova clearly picked up on this as well, a wicked grin dancing across her lips.

"Revenge, you traitor!" She screamed, her voice ringing through out the snowy forest. You gasped, shaking your head. "Nova why-" You began, her jumping on top of you cutting you off. You felt the air knock itself out of your lungs, your back hitting the hard ground below. The snow did little to cushion your fall, Nova grabbing handfuls of your collar. "You took everything for me. All for what? So you could have foursomes? You're a filthy traitor!" Nova seethed. You couldn't believe your best friend was crouched above you, her teeth gritting together with anger. "What are you talking about? I love you. You're my best friend. I don't know-" You started again, before being grabbed upwards and then slammed to the ground once more. You huffed as pain ran down your spine, your breathing growing shallow. "Don't act innocent. You know what you did. After all, The Operator knew what to do with me the second he read your guilty thoughts. Revenge and someone with my skill set makes the perfect proxy. Since he's having to start over and all," Nova barked.

The way she looked at you, like it was all your fault. Truthfully maybe it was, but you wouldn't change anything if it meant your boys got to have freedom. "What do you want Nova? To kill me? Go for it," You said boldly. With all of the time she'd spend giving you an agonizing death, at least your lovers could get out of dodge. "For the last time my name isn't Nova!" She bellowed. Breathing in through her teeth she glared down at you, your heart thumping against your chest. "You can call me The Mimic," She said, her voice sounding like Tim's. You couldn't deny the terror that was clawing at you. "What's wrong? Do I sound familiar?" She asked, her voice mimicking Jack's. You felt frozen, realizing it wasn't Tim's voice that summoned you here. "Where's Tim?" You asked, restraining yourself from calling her Nova. Nova's grin was truly evil, the sight of you basking in horror sickeningly satisfying to her. "Always worried about the boys. Tim Tim Tim. Brian Brian Brian. Toby Toby Toby," She mocked.

'The Mimic' leaned down, so close you could still the dried blood that tainted her fingers. "Tim will be revealed in due time. But first I want what's owed to me," She exclaimed. She suddenly stood up, abandoning her assertive hold above you. Immediately you scrambled to your feet, watching as she threw her hair into a sloppy bun. "I won't fight you. If you want me dead fine, take out your python and get it over with. But I won't hurt you," You argued, gaining confidence as you glared at her. Nova threw herself at you, attempting to hit you. You managed to avoid her hits, the freezing cold wind whipping you in the face as you dodged her attacks. "You think I don't want to shoot you? To use my python? Look at me! You ruined me!" She yelled, holding up her bandaged fingers. Her fingers were deemed unfixable by Jack, who did everything in his power to help her regain feelings in her fingertips. This time her hit landed, your vision clouded with stars as her fist collided with your right eye socket.

You stumbled back against a tree, leaning against it for support. "I won't fight you. I love you. You're my best friend," You heaved, nausea ensuing as your body processed the pain. Nova let out an animalistic frustrated growl, turning away from you. "Fine. You wanna play that way? Let's play," She snarled. Through blurry vision you watched her disappear behind a tree, before reappearing in the blink of an eye. The chains that bounded Tim's hands clinked together as she dragged his motionless body in front of you. For a moment your heart froze, until you heard his exhausted deep breaths. "Don't fret traitor, he's alive. Chloroform works against anyone, including Timmy here," She snickered. You felt to take a step forward, Nova abruptly wrapping her hands around Tim's head. "Nuh uh. One more step and I snap his neck," She barked. You felt the color drain from your face. You knew then and there your beloved Nova was gone. The girl you loved was dead and replaced by an evil monster that proclaimed her body.

"Don't hurt him! I'll fight you. Just don't hurt him," You exclaimed, unsurely you dug into your coat pocket, gripping the handle of the knife. Could you really do this? Could you really fight your best friend to the death? Nova dropped Tim, a wicked grin spreading across her cracked lips. “Excellent. Now we’re talking,” She snickered. Tim’s body slumped onto the ground, a painful groan escaping his lips as his face collided with the snow. Nova laughed maliciously as she charged at you, attempting to punch you. Awkwardly you stumbled back, before taking out the dreaded blade. The moonlight bounced off of the metal, the image becoming a blur as you swiped it at her. “I don’t wanna do this, you know that,” You huffed. Nova dodged your attack, letting out a soft grunt. “You don’t exactly have a choice, do ya princess?” She snickered. She landed a punch to your gut, catching you off guard. The air knocked itself out of your lungs, causing you to gasp. Your delayed response gave her the upper hand, her next hit landing directly under your chin.

A wave of pain shattered across your jaw, your body flying backwards as you collapsed with the ground. “Cmon! Try! You’re not fucking trying,” Nova seethed. Her eyes were widened with an intense rage, the kind you couldn’t place. You stumbled to your feet, ignoring the cracking you heard each time you moved your jaw. “Nova I loved you! This isn’t the way! We can fix this,” You protested weakly. You adjusted your grip on the knife, existential dread flooding your senses. Nova eyed you like a wild animal would its prey, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. “We can go back together. Jack’s waiting for you. We all want you there,” You continued. Your voice was hoarse, your body beginning to shiver from the snow. Nova hesitated for a brief moment, before her eyes narrowed once more. “Oh yeah? What about what I want? It’s always been about everyone else but me! Fuck you!” She screamed. Your mind failed to process her launching herself at you, grabbing your shoulders. She attempted to toss you to the ground, your teeth gritting together as you fought to keep yourself upright.

“Don’t make me do this Nova. Please. I’m begging you. I love you,” You whimpered. Your words only seemed to enrage her more, her fingers digging into your coat. “I’m gonna gut you and your stupid proxies like a fish,” She hissed. You clenched your jaw, ignoring the pop. You lifted your head before slamming it into hers, pain flooding your temple. Your head throbbed as Nova lost her balance, dragging you down with her as she hit the snow on her back. The air was knocked out of her lungs, giving you the perfect opportunity to strike. You propped yourself up, straddling her as she thrashed beneath you like a wild animal. Flashes of your childhood memories with Nova went through your mind as you raised the knife. You plunged it into her chest, using all of your remaining strength to lodge it into her heart. Tears fell down your cheeks as you tore the knife out of her, before slamming it inside of her again and again. Your vision became blurry with tears, your arm involuntarily raising and stabbing Nova. Blood splattered across your face, your motion not stopping until you felt truly suffocated.

You wiped your nose with your sleeve, blinking away the tears. Beneath you was the corpse of your best friend, who was truly dead this time. Her blood was on your hands. You choked on a sob, her ribs completely broken. Her chest was a pool and pile of blood and guts. Her eyes were lifeless, frozen open. Her lips were parted, her screams still ringing through out the trees. You panted as nausea washed over you, your ears ringing. A horrified scream escaped your throat, the agony and despair now vocalized and dancing in the night air. You felt like you were suffocating, a pair of hands grabbing your shoulders. You jumped, throwing yourself away from Nova. Tim’s gentle eyes met yours. “Oh princess…” He mumbled. He pulled you to your feet, tugging you into a tight embrace. “I had to. She was gonna kill you, I had to,” You sobbed. Tim was somehow still warm, his touch providing you with an otherwise absent ease. He pulled away, wiping away some of the splattered blood that stained your cheek. “I know. It’s alright,” Tim cooed.

Tim cupped your cheek, the temporary comfort stripped away from you at the sound of angry static. “Shit. He’s here,” Tim grunted. Panicked, you looked around, searching for The Operator. Tim grabbed your shoulders, regaining your focus. “Listen to me. I need you to stay here. Jack will come once he smells Nova’s blood. It’s about time we get this over with,” He ordered. Behind him you saw a blur of Toby and Brian, who were running in the direction of the static. “Let me come with you. I can help,” You say. Tim shook his head. “Stay put princess, trust me,” He said firmly. You frowned, the static only growing louder. He placed one final kiss to your temple, before dashing off into the snow.

This left you with the dreaded choice:

Stay and wait for EJ (Canon ending)

Follow Tim (Alt ending)

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lys-stars · 2 years ago

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Waking up with Kaveh (ft. Mehrak)🌻

Summary: waking up to Kaveh and braiding his hair a bit (ft. Mehrak beloved)

Themes: gn!reader, whole fluff and lots of kisses too

Word count: 680

You flicked your eyes open to see the bright sunshine penetrating your eyes. You instinctively brought a hand over your face and flopped to your side, finding a familiar sight of another sun. Your eyes trailed through Kaveh’s flowy golden locks, brushed against the edges of his pillow of your shared bed.

You brushed your hand on his cheeks, removing the stray strands on his face while wondering how his face was so soft. I should try his beauty products.

Kaveh let out a lazy groan as he squinted at your expression. He moved a hand to your wrist and guided it towards his cheek, nuzzling it,

“Morning, flower.” He greeted you with a sweet smile, complimenting the rest of his features.

Kaveh then moved your hand to the top of his head and gilded it down his hair, gesturing you to brush it.

This had reminded you how much Kaveh loved it when you played with his hair, trying every kind of hairstyles which all seemed to fit him somehow. You remembered how cocky Kaveh got when you did his hair, showing it off to everyone who passes him.

And of course as he wished, you ran your fingers through his hair, dividing it into three smaller locks before putting one on another making a braid. A little giggle left your beloved’s mouth, adorable like a child as you moved to another strand.

After finishing a few braids, you parted his bangs, lovingly kissing his forehead you rarely see because of how long his bangs were. Kaveh grumbled and squirmed disgruntledly as you continued kissing his forehead,

“Stop kissing me…” A blush creeped to his delicate cheeks. His hand abruptly grabbed your wrist and another went around your nape. Before you knew it, you felt lips on yours as Kaveh had pushed your faces together. He melted into the kiss and leaned more.

Kaveh started giggling in between breaths and finally let out a big laugh while sinking you into his arms, suffocating but warm,

“How can I kiss you, if you keep kissing me.” His loud laugh reverberated around the room,

“Then I’ll simply kiss you somewhere you can also kiss me.” You shoved your head into his chest, leaving a peck on his cleavage teasingly which he squirmed aggressively to.

He pushed you away by your shoulders, face flushed red like his cloak. You held your laugh looking at his flustered face as he stared back at you.

Kaveh briefly observed the smile slowly appearing on your face before nuzzling his head onto the crook of your neck, making you laugh from his ticklish breath. He couldn’t help but laugh when he heard you.

Suddenly a noise of something falling was heard from the door. Both of you sat up immediately to see what it was but you were blocked by Kaveh's taller figure. You peeked from his side only to see Mehrak floating in shock and guilt. She slowly backed away, assuming the two of you were busy,

“Mehrak, come here, it’s okay.” You gestured for her to come.

She puts up an anxious face before floating in your direction. As she got closer, you pulled her into a hug, rubbing her non-existent hair on top completely ignoring that she was a suitcase. A pixelated blush appeared on her face as she snuggled into your arms, her edges poking them but it was fine. Other than giving affection to your boyfriend, you loved giving affection to Mehrak too, as if she was you and Kaveh’s daughter.

Mehrak let out a sound similar to those of a notification bell letting Kaveh know something. A clock appeared on her face telling Kaveh that it was time to get prepared. Kaveh let out a long groan, still wanting to cuddle with you longer which Mehrak shooked to.

Kaveh sighed annoyedly that he had to go do work since most of his projects were due. He looked at you pitifully, twirling the messy braids you made,

“Can you do my hair first?”

Thank you sm for reading it! Also letting you know that requests are open too if you have any

(Note: as a Kaveh fan, yes we want to touch em titties)

#genshin impact #genshin x y/n #genshin x reader #genshin #genshin imagines #kaveh #kaveh fluff #kaveh x reader #kaveh x you

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wonopia · 5 months ago

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THE PHOTOBOOTH | 007. DAY ONE

[WC] . 1250 prev ! mlist ! next

it has been a couple days since their first date and the word had already spread around school so they're basically more public than ever, absolutely no going back.

today is the first day of college viewings, seoul national university. it was around 6:20 when misaki, ryujin, and beomgyu arrived at school. the buses were lined up along the parking lot, where several other grade 2's waited with their friends.

"i'm so tired," ryujin complained, her head resting on beomgyu's shoulder. gyu's head nodded off as he hummed along to a song, his breath turning into a vapor cloud.

it was really cold although it was the start of a new year. misa made sure to pack extra warm. she brought her hands up to her mouth, breathing onto them because of the fact that she was freezing. the scarf around her neck keeps her somewhat warm.

"guys, don't fall asleep now," misa groaned, holding onto all of their suitcases so they don't roll away.

it was as if her call for help was a lullaby, they fell into a deeper sleep. misa scoffed at them before moving the 3 suitcases to her right. the sight of them falling asleep made her want to yawn but she attempted to resist the temptation.

buzz. buzz. it was her phone in her pocket. she took it out, sliding open the screen. a notification from sunghoon popping up. she sighed quietly at the message before typing back.

misa stared blankly at the words.

"you've got to be kidding," she mumbled to herself.

from a mega phone not too far away, they started to list off people into groups based on colleges.

"beomjin," misa called to her best friends, kicking their legs, "they're calling us."

"seoul national university, bus 2."

she led beomjin, ryu and gyu, toward bus 2 as they trudged along behind her while misa attempted to roll their suitcases along.

she was able to bring them to the front of the line, meaning she could go straight to a seat she wanted. she desired a seat near the back, away from the teachers as usual.

the teachers didn't bother to do roll-call, and she quotes, "whoever shows up, shows up."

mr. lim knocked lightly on the bus doors, shortly after the gas released and the folding doors squeaked open. misa turned around to her best friends, unsurprised to see them sleeping on each other.

"beomjin, wake up."

"we're listening," beomgyu pushed, his eyes still shut. his head remaining on ryujin. as for ryu she was unresponsive.

misa shrugged it off before continuing, "gyu, you're sitting with me, right?"

his eyes squinted open before slowly shaking his head no, "i'm going to sit with ryujin. i am not sitting beside you if you are awake that much. i'm a tired man," he told her.

"mhm," ryu mumbled, clearly half asleep.

the boy nodded his head for her to move forward in the line.

"ugh fine," misa groaned annoyedly, letting go of their suitcases, "put your stuff away by yourself!"

she grabbed her single suitcase, dragging it behind her as she went to the next free open spot in a luggage holder under the bus. she lifted it up before sliding it in.

her hand naturally held back onto her bag strap before entering the bus, picking an empty seat near the back.

it had been a couple minutes and there was still no sign of sunghoon. she peeked her head every now and then out into the aisle to see if he was entering but it wasn't him.

she sat back in her seat, more near the window. what am i doing? ugh, im so weird. misa unwrapped her scarf from around her neck before she reached down into her backpack that was sitting on the floor between her legs, pulling out her laptop, and glasses.

she put them over her nose and began opening her assignments. suddenly there was a presence beside her seat, she looked up seeing sunghoon.

she smiled sheepishly, getting nervous. she gestured for him to sit beside her. he nodded, obeying, sitting down with his backpack in his lap.

he peeked over her shoulder to look at her screen.

"and you're still working on assignments," he sighed, relaxing back on they're seat. he slid his backpack between his legs before unzipping it and pulling out a small throw blanket.

"blanket?" he offered.

"yes please," she nodded, eye's subconsciously getting bigger.

he laughed at her, adjusting the blanket so it was over her legs and his.

"where's jay sitting?" she asked.

"with ningning," he sighed, leaning back on the head rest as he attempted to get comfortable.

speaking of jay, she couldn't get what he said out of her mind. why would he say those things? she would hurt him? she barely even knows jay. if anything, she's worried if sunghoon's gonna hurt her.

"okay so student's, you guys should know the drill. keep your hands to yourselves, don't be too loud, you guys can talk but please keep it to a minimum of whatever voice im talking in right now. food and drinks are allowed just don't make a mess and if you guys are being rowdy while you eat, i highly suggest you don't," the driver spoke into the mic.

after the usual bus speech, the vehicle began to move, and the bus was unusually quiet. misa was guessing everyone was tired and the sleep was getting to them.

she continued to type at a medium pace, finishing up her korean language work that she didn't finish the night before.

"hey misa," sunghoon mumbled.

she glanced over to the boy, being face to face with him, "hm?"

"do you mind if i rest my head on your shoulder?" his hand meeting the nape of his neck, "i didn't get enough sleep last night."

"well we're dating so of course," she chuckled, sinking into her spot, eyes returning to the device in her lap.

"oh right," his cheeks tinted a shade of pink, "thanks."

he adjusted himself so he could rest his head on her shoulder, but it was more like he was laying against her. she looked over at him to see him lying comfortably with his eyes closed, unbothered, she continued to type.

it wasn't long before her eyes started to droop, she shook her head fighting the urge to sleep. she needed to finish her work and when they arrived at the hotel, she could sleep. she sighed, letting the sleep win. she shut her laptop and slowly reached down to place it in her backpack.

the sun was already coming through the window, the ice melting as it became closer to 7 am.

sunghoon moved every now and then, trying to snuggle his head more near her upper stomach. she lifted his arm, placing it over his upper chest, hoping it was more comfier for him.

she smiled to herself as she got a good look at him. he looked so peaceful and unbothered. the sun reflecting through the water droplets on the window and onto his face.

she stared, absolutely mesmerized by his beauty. her hand unconsciously made it's way to the left side of his face, slowly caressing his cheek.

she gulped, being this close was almost suffocating. the worst part was that she couldn't tell if it was good or a bad thing. she couldn't help but keep her hand on his skin.

note: times dated on these things are all wrong 👍

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helyiios · 1 year ago

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hi hi hi, i have a prompt 4 uuuu,

what if ethan, on the first MI movie, went by little goth benji on london, maybe while on the train! and then a few years later, both of them already dating go by teen pics, and after ethan shows his lil farm pics with his cows and dogs ( forever a ethan farm boy stan) they find a picture of goth benji, ON THE TRAIN, ON THAT DAY. IT WOULD BE SO SLAYYYY

He fucking hates it here. It's crowded, and smells like shit, and people are loud and God fucking dammit he wishes he was back in his comfortable flat. His mate Brandon is talking his ears off about something relating to his favourite band and how his game is soon and sure enough he finds that he doesn't really give a shit. God's sake, he rolls his eyes, if only he didn't to go on that stupid trip, seriously, he didn't have to chaperone his friend to each and every of his sporting events, did he now ? They weren't even dating.

To think he could be all cozy under his fucking blankets. Driving him absolutely mad.

Really, he wishes he was anywhere but here. Even in Brighton.

Suddenly his attention is drawn to someone trying to make his way through the crowded wagon, and soon enough he's face first with a man a little smaller than him, with short puffy hair and really, really green eyes.

Huh.

"Can you move ?" the man roughly asks, and his American accent is undeniable, "move ! I'm trying to g—"

"Okay well, no need to be so rude about it, mate," Benji annoyedly replies, still stepping aside, stomping on the floor with his heavy shoes. "There."

"Thanks," the stranger finds the time to say, going to start running again before seeming to change his mind and turning around for a few seconds. "Cool piercings, by the way."

And then he's off.

Benji blinks a few times, touching the silver on left eyebrow.

Cool piercings, by the way, the words echo in his brain, met with the charming picture of the American stranger.

What a lame line, he thinks, and then Brandon's taken his camera out and he shakes his head before posing for the flash.

—

"And this is Milshake," Ethan was telling him, sitting crosslegged on the floor, handing him a very delicate picture, "she was the first cows I ever got to name !"

"That's such a you name," his boyfriend giggles as he takes the paper, focusing on little Ethan's face, his bright expression and his small dimples. His hair was ruffled and looked a little greasy, and his overalls were covered in mud. "Look at you ! You're still as cute."

"I don't know about cute," the other grins, "but I've always been told I have a great smile."

"Oh, you do. Makes me want to kiss it all the time," Benji airily replies before leaving a peck at the corner of his lips, putting the picture down on top of the pile. "Oh, ugh," he then grimaces, catching a glance at the next one. "That's me."

"I still can't believe you were a goth," Ethan disbelievingly says, shaking his head as he choked back a laugh, "you !"

"I still think the black hair was a great move," the younger man pouts, staring at the photograph with squinting eyes. "Oh yeah, I remember that. I was on the way to Liverpool to attend a mate of mine's football game. He'd insisted I came, and I thought he was hot, so..."

His boyfriend now freely laughs, tilting his head backwards.

"The train was so crowded," the other continues, "and I'm thinking that I don't want to be here, and I don't even have music on me, it's super oppressing and like, then this guy is almost falling on me, and he's like," he puts on a very convincing American accent, "huh, dude, move, and—"

He halts. Frowns. Looks at the picture then back at his boyfriend. Then back at the picture.

"Hold on. Wait. Ethan," he starts slowly, very, very careful. "Do you happen to remember if, twenty years ago you were in the UK, on a train—"

"Wait. Wait, wait, wait."

"—and perhaps complimented a poor bloke's pierc—"

"Oh my God," Ethan breathes out, raising his hands so they were on the side of his head, "oh my God !"

"No way."

"I think, way ?"

"That was you ?!"

"I knew you looked familiar in that pic !"

"Holy shit," Benji says, staring straight ahead. "Now we have to put that in our wedding vows."

"I should've asked for your number," Ethan jokes, still looking at the picture. "I mean, not everyday you fall on the most charming British man eve—"

"Okay, moving on to you on the swimming pool."

#mission impossible #ask #anon #benthan #mission impossible fic

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daaydreamy · 2 years ago

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it’s 1:11 as i write this

harry, 1:37 a.m.

y/nnnn

harry, 1:39 a.m.

z lwft me :(

harry, 1:40 a.m.

i missssszssss youuuuuuuuuu

harry sent a few more messages to y/n, huffing because she hadn’t read any of them. his cheeks were rosy and he was a bit sweaty, all the alcohol swirling inside his system. zayn had came with him since he was the one who wanted to go drinking in the first place, and he ended up leaving harry whilst being pulled along with god knows who.

y/n was sleeping peacefully in her comfortable bed, but with her phone buzzing on her nightstand over and over that was starting to change. she groaned, wishing it would stop, but the messages wouldn’t stop coming. she eventually gave in, sighing whilst rubbing her eyes groggily. she grabbed her phone from the nightstand, squinting at the bright light and turning down the brightness. she saw that all the texts were from harry, her eyes widening a little when her phone started ringing, his name flashing across the screen. she groaned softly before answering it, holding it up to her ear, letting out an annoyed “hello?”

“y/n, you took so long to answer.” harry whined, “can you please pick me up? zayn left me. asshole.” he asked and she could practically see him doing pleading puppy-dog eyes and she sighed, which he definitely heard because he immediately started begging.

“pleaaaaaase? i won’t throw up anywhere, i promise. i don’t ever throw up. pretty please?”

“harry, do you know what time it is?”

“yes, and i’m all alone. so… you have to pick me up.”

“zayn left you? where did he go?”

“he left with someone, dunno’.”

y/n rubbed her face annoyedly, trying to keep her frustration at bay because she was sleeping amazingly, until harry started blowing up her phone.

“plea-”

“fine.” she gave in, “tell me where you’re at and i’ll pick you up. remind me to get mad at zayn the next time i see him.” she mumbled the last sentence.

#[💭] thinking…#concepts of harry #zayn actually left with me

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waiting-on-a-dream · 1 year ago

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"W-where are we, Eiji-san?.."

Eiji tries to answer Miki's question and he really wants to give her an answer, but.. he doesn't know.

This place definitely looks like Milgram, no, it must be Milgram, but it feels so.. different from their prison.

When they woke up, seeing each other already made them feel like something is wrong because of them having two separate rooms, but this time they woke up in the same one. It also looked nothing like their rooms.

What makes this prison feel especially different from their Milgram is.. well, the prisoners. They look calmer than their prisoners, maybe a bit more sad rather than angry, though both guards know that they should still be careful around them, especially some guilty ones.

Miki already feels sorry for them. Eiji is already excited to see them in even more pain. And also, there's no sight of Kei anywhere!.. Which makes him both happy and worried at the same time.

Not explaining anything, Eiji gathers everyone and takes a look at them before finally starting to introduce himself and his partner.

"So, you guys are the prisoners here, aren't you?" He looks at those who were obviously voted guilty one more time. "Haha, looks like you've had to go through a lot. Well, it's only gonna get worse from here."

He takes a step back and points to himself.

"My name is Sanada Eiji." And then he points to Miki who is still shaking and looking around, trying to understand what's going on. "This is my partner and the second guard, Andou Miki."

The girl lowers her head and quietly says "H-hi".

"I don't know why we're here and how we got here, since we had to judge other people before this and our prison looked different from yours, but if we have to do this, well, we will do our very best."

Eiji just hopes that he'll be able to impress whoever controls this prison if he wasn't able to impress the people behind his own.

"U-um!" Miki tries to speak louder and Eiji actually gives her a chance to talk to the prisoners herself. "S-so, um, if that's okay with everyone, m-maybe we could try to get to know each other better?.."

The prisoners stare at the new guards for a long moment before Kiyoshi breaks out of his stupor and laughs. "Okay, I don't know what's going on, but I'll go first. Hello, wardens, my name is Miyahara Kiyoshi. Um, I'll do my best my best to cooperate," he looks back at the rest of the prisoners as if encouraging them to follow suit.

"Before that, what happened to Haruto?" Noa pipes up, worriedly grasping at her skirt. "He's our original guard. White hair, earrings maybe. Did you see him?"

"I'm more interested in finding out how they even got here. Did anyone hear anything weird last night? Surely they didn't teleport here, right?" Yui squints her eyes at the new arrivals.

"Ah, before we bombard them with questions, how about doing as they say and introduce ourselves first?" Kiyoshi tries to focus everyone on one task. He looks at Haku, likely to be the most cooperative one after him.

Haku shrugs and goes along with it, turning to look Eiji in the eye. "Endo Haku, a high school student. Please take care of me."

"You're all...being so noisy." A voice rings out.

Every prisoner hushes immediately, heads turning to the lady in the corner of the room.

"Didn't you hear him? He said things are only going to get worse from here. How can you bother to even cooperate with him after hearing that?" Mayumi mutters annoyedly.

"Mayumi-san-" Kiyoshi begins.

She gets up and leaves the room.

#not eiji being a suck up even after waking up in an unfamiliar milgram 😭😭😭#I felt like making Mayumi the most uncooperative prisoner :D take that how you will #sanada eiji #andou miki #prisoner 009: miyahara kiyoshi #prisoner 008: watanabe noa #prisoner 006: sasaki yui #prisoner 005: endo haku #prisoner 010: okura mayumi #interactions

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arminsumi · 2 years ago

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˗ˏˋ꒰ 📖 ꒱ BOOKSTORE BOY

Armin x fem!reader

Chapter index / Chapter Ⅱ

Overview; you visit the bookstore surprisingly early one morning. The feline cupid, Umi, somehow brings you and Armin together again.

Content; fluff

Armin's hair was terribly disheveled this morning. No matter how much he tampered with it, the backside stuck up in that I just woke up way.

He complained about it to his grandfather until the eighth hour of morning approached, when they began opening up the bookstore.

"It's a good thing, then, that she doesn't come by in the morning, hm?" His grandfather mused.

Armin squinted his eyes annoyedly at his reflection in the bookstore's windowpanes. He really just wanted to retreat to his bed and sleep until it was the golden hour; when you'd pop into the bookstore.

But he had things to do. Books to organize and put away. Customers to serve. He was fussing over his hair while doing these all these things, constantly fluffing it up in the nervous way he did.

Who knows why you particularly decided to venture to the bookstore so early that morning. When you walked on in, Armin was busy retrieving the new arrivals from the back office.

His grandfather lurked tiredly behind the cash register.

"Morning!" You chirped at him.

He raised his face at you, and then raised his brows up to the sky. The first thing he thought when seeing your face was "Well, Armin is going to die of happiness this morning".

You lead your way down the aisles near the back. Something felt refreshing about being there so early. Though, you did love the dreamy feeling of the golden hour, too.

Umi's blue fur caught your attention, and you neared her as she leaped up onto the books that jutted out. It was like she was leading you to where Armin was, but you were oblivious. He was just about to emerge from the back office with a pile of books.

You thought you'd attempt to play with Umi again, despite her recoiling at your touch last time.

A wave of smug accomplishment washed over your chest when Umi didn't recoil under your petting. Her greyish-blue fur was the pleasant kind of soft under your fingertips.

Everything felt stilled then, like the world was muted. The silence was so thick that when Umi jumped onto your shoulder, you let out an audible yelp.

She stood precariously on your shoulder as if you were just like the books she paws across every day. Blue fur tickled your neck.

You were frozen in place, worried that if you move then she might lose balance and fall. Really, you didn't know what to do. So you just stood there, your shoulders scrunched up like ice water had been dumped on your back, with a cat proudly perched on your shoulder.

That was when Armin emerged from the back office. He let out a soft grunt because of the stack of books weighing him down. His grip tightened on those books when he laid eyes on you.

"Wh — I — uh — hi — hey!" He greeted you with surprise-blown eyes.

"Hey!" You greeted back awkwardly. The Umi was still awkwardly balancing on your shoulder, near the crook of your neck, her face peering around confusedly as if to ask "How do I get down from this human?"

Armin noticed the situation that Umi put you in; so he set the books down on the floor with a feathery grunt and tried to persuade Umi off of your shoulder.

"Umi! — I'm so sorry — Umi, come here — " Armin apologized in between his calls to Umi.

But Umi wasn't interested; she was in her own stubborn cat world.

You attempted to pry her off your shoulder yourself, but that resulted in her hissing a bit, so you stopped immediately for fear of earning a cat scratch.

Armin saw an opportunity of increasing the proximity between you and him, and boy, he took it eagerly.

His hands cautiously reached out to grab Umi, since she was definitely not going to leap into his arms by herself. You caught a slight scent of his fruity cologne, and noticed the messiness of his hair.

Armin took Umi from your shoulder and tried to cradle her, but she had an inexplicable cat freakout and haphazardly leaped onto the bookshelf. She quickly disappeared.

"Sorry — I — uh " Armin strained his neck to look after where she went, " — sorry — I'm so sorry about that. I don't know what came over her." He apologized, brushing the back of his hair with his fingertips.

"Is she fond of shoulders?" You laughed.

Armin relaxed a bit at seeing how you were undisturbed by the the newfound proximity. Oh, and yes, he was glad you weren't actually upset at his cat being mischievous.

"She's — um — well, actually — this has never happened before..." He huffed amusedly.

Armin's body language spoke volumes about how excited he was to see you this early in the morning. His hyper energy radiated outwards like a light bulb's rays.

"Um, you're here pretty early today." Armin commented.

"Oh, yeah..." You said, then shrugged serenely, "I guess it is pretty early."

You just couldn't admit that he was the reason you were visiting so early.

A silence engulfed the two of you wherein you just stared at each other, he with his lips slightly parted and brows raised, and you with a curious glint in your eyes.

Suddenly, Armin reanimated himself.

"Well — I — should — get — back — to — work." He stuttered out cutely, then clumsily lifted the tower of books from the floor.

Books spilled onto the floor haphazardly.

"I could carry some." You suggested, purely out of friendliness.

You should have heard the way his heart thumped at that.

"Oh — I — well, if you want to..." He said.

You smiled timidly, then reached out to take some of the book load. Armin's heartbeat was so hard that he felt paranoid you might hear it battering against his ribcage. It was like a trapped butterfly, desperately wishing to reach you.

Initially, neither of you talked much as you sorted the books away. You'd never notice, since it was so discrete, but Armin's grandfather was debating the situation with Connie.

He muttered something like "Go help that poor boy out" to Connie, to which he responded with "Roger, roger" and trotted over, preparing to play cupid.

Really, you and Armin were hopeless cases; the one was more shy than the other. If Connie hadn't done something, you two would have just gone on to silently bumble down the aisles.

"New employee!" Connie joked, and then introduced himself to you.

As soon as Connie took the wheel of the conversation, Armin relaxed. His friend was there to support him, everything was okay. He knew that if he stuttered, Connie could cover it up with one of his perfectly-placed jokes. Or if he choked on his words, Connie would finish his thought as if they shared the same brain.

"Gee, I'm so fucking tired," Connie complained at some point, "Let's go get some coffee upstairs."

"Oh, yeah! I was going to... actually." You said excitedly.

It was charming how oblivious you were to Connie's blatant plans.

God knows Armin was too much of an overthinker to ask you out for coffee. He often daydreamed at the cash register about how he could ask you to join him for coffee some day, or better yet, how he could outright ask you on a date.

So, you three ascended the stairs that lead up to the cafe and weaved through the clustered tables to reach the barista bar.

The smell of fresh ground beans infiltrated your lungs as if demanding you pay attention to its scent.

You ordered the usual, while Connie ordered a tongue-twister latte and Armin ordered a classic cappuccino. You three took to a table and waited. Connie was still acting as a catalyst. It was thanks to him that Armin found the courage to talk more.

Even his posture grew more confident as he spoke. The way his voice intermittently cracked absolutely endeared you.

Your orders arrived, and that's when Connie concluded his cupid act. He grabbed his cup and coolly announced his departure.

"Okay, well, anyways..." Connie said with finality, "See you 'round, my mom needs me for errands again."

"Oh, okay." You beamed at him. Armin paid attention to the way you smiled.

And, just like Umi, Connie disappeared after joining you and Armin together.

Just before leaving sight, Connie threw a wink over his shoulder at Armin. Armin's eyes tried to communicate thank yous, because truthfully without his help he would not be sitting with you having coffee.

You broke the silence with a random question, "Do you like the cake here?"

"Huh — ?" Armin's eyes glittered at you, his brows raised, " — Oh, yeah. I do. It's — I — I like the red velvet, it's the best."

"Oh! I haven't tried that one yet..." You said, considering adding two slices to your order, "We should get some."

"Huh — ? Oh, but it's so expensive... you should just get for yourself. I'll have some another time." Armin refused humbly.

"Don't be so humble!" You waved your hands, "Let's just enjoy some cake together. Isn't cake worth going broke over?"

Armin's heart wanted to leap out and hug you right then. Such simple friendliness from you had him all aflutter.

The cafe owner came to your table after you beckoned him, and asked what you needed. You relayed your order of two red velvet cake slices, and you exchanged a bit of banter.

"You know the owner?" Armin asked curiously after he left.

"Yeah! We chat a bit each time I visit." You beamed. Oh, if only you knew how that sentence alone got Armin's heart panging with silly jealousy.

But Armin that jealousy was overshadowed by his appreciation. He'd been so eager to talk to you since that encounter a few days ago. He even rehearsed conversation-starters in his head. But all his practice was for naught because his words came out as a jumble.

As soon as you two found common ground, though, that's when his voice grew more confident. He practically squealed "I know right!" when you agreed to his opinions on a book the two of you adored.

"He's just so eloquent... I wish I could write like him." You swooned.

"You write?" Armin asked excitedly.

You shrugged, "I'm not a writer... but I write. If that makes sense. I'm not very good at it."

"I'd love to read your work..." He said shyly.

He didn't want to come off as too privy or excited, but by now his irises were putting all his intensity on display for you to marvel at.

"Sure..." You smiled, hushing your voice a bit.

Armin thought he saw heaven flicker across your eyes.

"Maybe we could — meet — here — and uh..." He stuttered out, then swallowed very awkwardly, " — write together, if you want to? Or, I mean, if you don't have time, that's okay too!"

"Yeah!" You exclaimed immediately, "Yeah... I'd love to. I've always wanted to have a writer friend."

Oh my God, do you have any idea what effect those words had on his heart? He was sure he'd succumb to the most delightful heart attack that any man could experience.

All this time you felt like a distant star that he could never dream of reaching, but it seems fate plucked you out of the sky and put you in his life.

The cakes you had ordered now came to your table. Armin would forever associate the saccharine taste of red velvet cake with you, and you'd associate your caffeinated beverage with the energy that he induced in you that morning.

Although Armin's mind read like poetry, he never seemed to speak his thoughts well. But you admired his clumsy way of speaking, something about it was charming.

The two of you basked in each other's company for a bit longer, until Armin's sense of responsibility kicked in and he realized he should return to work. He thanked you profusely for the cake, and trotted downstairs.

"Armin!" You called after him quickly.

He looked back at you, and in the back of his mind he thought this was going to play out like a movie scene.

But you just laughed, and said, "You didn't give me your number!"

"Oh!"

So he gave you his number, and then returned to work. His heart sang for the whole day.

Maybe mornings weren't that bad, he thought.

#˗ˏˋ꒰ 📖 ꒱ Bookstore Boy #🐬Ocean Prince #fluff #armin #armin arlert #armin aot #snk #aot #armin arlert x reader #armin x reader #armin oneshot #armin x you #armin x y/n #wholesome #cute #armin fluff #armin arlert x you

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fandomn00blr · 2 years ago

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WIPednesday

Hello! I seem to be having an uncharacteristically writing-motivated week (something about having all the overgrown bushes removed from my front yard and having to stay home while they grind the stumps out has just rekindled my energy to work on ancient WIPs, I guess...?), and wanted to pass some of that enthusiasm along to any of you who might need or want a bit of it for yourself. So I’m tagging @paraparadigm, @serial-chillr, @pinkfadespirit, @genginger, @gothkimmyschmidt, @sarsaparillia, @grumpkinvicky, @convenientcoma, @cleverblackcat, @noire-pandora, @barbex, @ziskandra, @tea42, @realace, @blarrghe, @funkypoacher, @musetta3, @nirikeehan, @moss--and--bones, and anyone else who wants to jump in!

Here’s something silly I’ve been working on, which I might have shared in bits and pieces already with some of you awhile back, but I’m finally trying to get it all together and up on AO3 in one of the upcoming chapters of Warden Hawke...

When they get to the surface, Solona, squinting annoyedly at the sunlight, takes a look around and then declares, “Well, it’s been great running into you all, but I have something I need to do in the opposite direction…”

Loghain’s left eyebrow shoots up skeptically and he looks back at Stroud, who shrugs.

“Would you like someone to accompany you?” he asks her. “The way back for us is relatively straightforward from here, and we could probably spare a Warden.”

“Nah. Just a quick stop in to see someone about a thing…”

“Will you still be needing my assistance?” Shale asks.

“No. But thanks for helping…with the other thing…both of you.” Solona eyes Oghren who grumbles something about ingratitude and “...still seems wrong…” but he shuts his mouth when her look of acknowledgement begins to turn into more of a pointed glare.

“Well, I feel no great compulsion to visit a Warden fortress,” Shale rumbles indignantly.

“Then, I dunno…feel free to go and do whatever it is you feel compelled to do.”

“I shall head to Orlais, then. I hear the buildings there are made of fine marble and gilded with precious materials mined by my ancestors. I should like to see them for myself. And ensure that they are kept unmolested and unsullied by pigeons."

“Give Leli a big old kiss for me, then, will you?”

“Don’t be disgusting.”

#wip wednesday #dragon age #shale #solona amell #oghren #stroud #loghain #warden hawke #solona married leliana during awakening and then promptly fucked off into the deep roads #to do warden things #and by warden things i mean questionably ethical blood magic experiments with the architect and avernus and her own weird dad #probably #morrigan might have helped a bit #my writing

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ohbuckie · 4 years ago

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Ooo 89 or 39 with college!bucky!

89. “Don’t ruin the sofa.”

wc: 1.7k (SORRY LOL)

warnings: college!bucky x fem!reader, smut, unprotected sex, exhibitionism if you squint

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“Are you just gonna stare at me?”

His eyes rake up your body—over your hips, and your chest, and your face. “I mean...yeah.”

You kiss Bucky’s cheek and step into his apartment, setting your clutch down on the side table next to the couch. He closes the door behind you, presses himself against you, holds your waist gently in his large hands.

You’re wearing a long, red, satin dress, with matching strappy heels and diamond earrings that he gifted you for your last anniversary. It’s been three years now, since you hooked up in the backseat of his car on your first date. He’s wearing a collared button-up tucked into dress pants, ironed trimly, and his jacket is thrown over the back of the couch. His hair is slicked back neatly and his jaw shaved cleanly.

“We have to leave soon.” You warn him, placing your hand over his when his fingers grip you tightly.

“I won’t take long.”

“I don’t want to wrinkle my dress, Buck.” You whine, and he kisses the side of your neck. “Or your shirt.”

“They won’t wrinkle.”

“And if they do?”

“You’ll live, I think.”

You smile, giving up the annoyed act. He looks good, and smells good, and, if you’re being honest with yourself, you’ve been thinking about jumping his bones since you walked in.

“You’ll be quick?”

“You should know how quick I can be.” He smiles against you before taking your hand and pulling you to the couch.

“The guys aren’t home?” You ask, pulling up your dress and climbing onto his lap, holding his face in your hands and starting to kiss him.

He shakes his head and pulls away. “They went out for drinks.” He explains, gripping your ass and pushing it against his lap, where his steadily-hardening cock grows beneath you. “Will you suck me off?”

“You’re coming on awfully strong.”

“It’s a yes or no question.”

You give him another kiss, shoving his chest playfully and standing from the couch, falling to your knees. Your dress falls around you, and you hope that the floor’s been cleaned recently.

He unbuckles his only nice belt and unzips his only nice pants, shoving them down his legs far enough to be able to spread his legs, at least a little bit. You lean over his lap, untucking his cock from his underwear, wrapping your hand around it.

It stands straight up, seven or eight inches, intimidatingly. He walked you through this the second time you ever had sex, gave you instructions on how to take as much as possible down your throat—breathe through your nose, relax your muscles, swallow around him when it gets to be too much. He practically fucked your face that night, with his back pressed against the stall of a public restroom while Steve celebrated his birthday in the bar on the other side of the door.

You lick up the vein on the underside and swirl your tongue around the tip, looking up at him. His eyes are already focused on you, and he brushes a piece of hair behind your ear. You push your head down, taking a little more than half of what he’s offering. Your hand works the shaft, your lips unable to reach down that far without making your eyes water and subsequently ruining your makeup.

He shifts his hips and the head of his cock touches the back of your throat. “Fuck,” He whimpers, “sorry.”

You hum in response, bobbing your head up and down. With every movement of your neck, your panties grow wetter, thinking about what he’s about to do to you. Salty precum covers your tongue, mixing with saliva, sliding down your throat. You hollow out your cheeks with your lips around his tip, licking broadly up the slit at the top. He moans and tries not to ruin your hair by grabbing at it, though it’s proving difficult.

“Okay, okay, come up here.”

He doesn’t have to say it twice. You pull your mouth off of him, leaving him a slobbery mess, before you stand and remove your lacy thong—you’d expected this tonight, just maybe not this early. Not that you’re complaining. You move to his lap again, bracing your hands against his shoulders and letting him kiss your throat, your collarbones, the top of your breasts.

“Don’t leave any marks, Buck.”

“But-”

“We’re going to a fancy restaurant. No marks.”

“Fine.” He huffs, reaching under your dress to hold his cock still. “Sit on it.”

Your stomach tingles in response and you follow the order immediately, lifting a leg and positioning yourself over his dick, slowly sinking onto him until he’s all the way in and your skin is pressed together.

You breathe out a moan and sit for a minute with him inside of you, his hands on your bare thighs, your laps covered by the flowing fabric of your dress. You start moving slowly, lifting your hips and easing them back down a few times before picking up your pace, capturing his lips with yours to muffle any noises you might make.

The way his large palms and long fingers hold your legs works as a silent order to do as he says, or as he wills you to do. He aids you in moving your hips, pulls you down harshly with every upraise, fingernails leaving crescent-shaped craters in your soft skin. Your knees push between the cushions at the back of the couch, thighs aching dully and ass grinding forward for more friction every time you make contact with his lap.

His tongue slithers into your mouth and you accept it with grace, extending your own to him. Your lipstick is surely covering the lower half of his face—upper lip, mouth, chin, cheeks—but you wouldn’t dare stop this to check. You snake your arms around his neck, pulling yourself as close to him as possible, moaning gently into his mouth, letting him swallow it.

You both miss the door opening, and only realize that there are other people in the room with you when Steve shouts and Sam sighs annoyedly.

“Really, guys?”

You stop your movements, but Bucky keeps going, encouraging you to do the same.

“Buck-” You begin to protest.

“Just give us a minute, guys.” He interrupts. “Won’t be long.”

“Bucky, this is-”

“Five minutes.” He says, frustrated.

The guys give up, waving a hand of dismissal and walking to the hallway to find their bedrooms. “Don’t ruin the sofa.”

He chuckles and kisses across your jaw, moving his hands underneath your ass before pulling away from you. “Can we switch?”

You nod, and he wastes no time in getting you on your back. He doesn’t even pull out when he flips you, cradling your head and pecking your lips sweetly. Your legs wrap around his waist, heels pressing into the back of his thighs while he thrusts into you.

“Fuck, Bucky.”

“Feels good?”

“Yeah.” You throw your head backwards, arching your back into him.

With this new angle, you can feel him filling you a lot more. He fits into you like a piece to a puzzle, and soon finds your favorite spot with the end of his cock. He slams into you, pushing the spot like it’s an “instant orgasm” button. He looks down at where your bodies meet, and admires the way that you’re welcoming him.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot.” He moans. “You take it so well.”

Your chest heaves while you try to hold onto sanity, but when he tells you to let go, you listen. You clamp your hand over your mouth, desperate to stay quiet so that you don’t bother the guys, who are only a couple of rooms away now.

“Close?” He asks, as if to tease you. You only nod, arching your back involuntarily. “Touch yourself for me.” He says lowly against your ear, so the guys can’t hear him.

You listen, of course, and slide your hand down your clothed chest and torso until it finds your clit, sensitive and ready to be paid attention to. You rub in circles, pressing with your finger until it makes you squirm and shake. It alerts Bucky of your impending orgasm, and he whispers sweet nothings to you to help you reach what you’re chasing.

You moan and clench and tremble when he tells you how good you feel, and how he wants nothing more than you fuck you full of his cum. “God, Bucky, fuck!”

“Too loud!” You hear from down the hall, and while you continue to manipulate your sensitive bud and your orgasm carries on, you moan loudly in response—purposefully, of course.

“I’m gonna cum.” Bucky warns.

“Don’t get it on my dress.” You remind him, and it only takes a couple more thrusts before he’s entirely inside of you, holding still—with the exception of a few encouraging rolls of his hips—and pumping you full of cum.

“S’gonna come out.” He breathes. “Onto your dress, probably.”

“Be careful, then.”

“I can’t exactly stay in here forever.”

You huff. “Be quick.”

“Alright, ready?”

You nod, and he pulls out, quickly tucking his cock back into his pants and not bothering to zip them while he makes a beeline to the kitchen for towels. He runs one under water and returns, wiping you down, pressing gentle kisses to your inner thighs and lower stomach—a mannerism that starkly contrasts what he was doing only a few minutes ago.

He turns his wrist and peers at the watch face, raising his eyebrows and holding his hand for you to take. You both fix your clothes—smoothing wrinkles, fastening buttons, straightening outfits.

You crouch to the floor to pick up your panties, but he beats you to it, and looks you in your eyes while he shoves them into his pocket.

“Bucky-”

“You’ll get them back later.” He presses his lips to yours hotly. “I promise.”

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blessedboo · 4 years ago

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Home | Angel Reyes.

Angel Reyes x Reader

GIF CREDIT: @thedevilsmoonshine

Summary: Angel has come back from his run feeling extra needy & lost puppy-like.

Requested: No.

Warnings: None, just that cute, fluffy shet.

Word Count: 1.4K; Sorry for the weird format, it was easier to write in bullet points, so it’s like a lengthy headcanon thing, kinda? But not? IDK LMAO.

A/N: Would you look at that? She’s back-ish. Finding the time to write has been a real struggle lately, but I’m trying my best to get into it again, sOoOo this is what I came up with (please go easy on me, ah). I love y’all, aaand I hope you enjoy reading - mwah! <3

Being away from Angel was always a struggle.

The only entities to keep you company were your irrational thoughts and constant worries.

To help ease your mind, you would wipe the bar down and absentmindedly clean away while you waited for the men to come back from their run.

Soon enough, there he was in all of his gentle giant glory and your world was complete once again.

Angel stumbled in through the clubhouse door with his head hanging low.

He carried the weight of the world on a slouched back and heavy feet that dragged across the wooden floorboard.

As if things weren’t bad enough already, he tripped over the threshold.The soft giggle that came from you was not appreciated.

You shook your head and continued to wipe the insides of glasses, biting your lip as you stifled the rest of your laugh.

Angel’s jaw slacked as he scoffed, throwing you the funniest little nod and a tilt of his head.

“You got something to say, huh?” Angel prodded with an exaggerated display of machismo, his lips pursing into an unamused expression. “You think that’s funny?”

You inhaled deeply as his towering figure invaded your personal space.The intoxicating aroma of Angel’s cologne, cigarettes and motor oil diffused within the close proximity.

His leather-clad palms slammed onto the tabletop, his face hanging inches above yours from where he stood on the other side of it.

You playfully rolled your eyes while your fingers lightly trailed up and down his tattooed arms.

Angel gave you a small, sad smile after he felt you visibly relax in his presence, and your heart warmed.

Tilting your head upwards, you studied his hardened features. As beautiful as they were, his eyes told you everything you needed to know. They were dark, lackluster.

You helped him slip his gloves off, and he tucked them into the pockets of his kutte.

Angel sighed loudly as he slowly dropped his forehead to meet yours before cupping your face in his rough hands.

He placed the lightest kiss on your nose, and whispered, “I missed you, querida.”

Angel’s thumb skimmed the top of your cheek, back and forth … back and forth, almost as if he was being reacquainted with the feel of you, the natural warmth you emanated.

Angel was sweaty, his beard was rugged, his voice was gruff, there were patches of blood, soot and dirt on his skin.

And yet, you held onto his wrist, closed your eyes, and let yourself fall into his love, into the arms of an angel that kept himself alive to make it back home to you.

Angel’s eyes were no longer on yours, but instead focused entirely on the way his fingers glided across your delicate features, and how yours lovingly danced across the back of his hand.

Taking a hold of your chin, he gently pulled your face closer to capture your lips with his.

His velvet tongue traced the seam of your mouth, coaxing you to let him in, and he groaned lowly when you did.

Angel’s large, calloused hands clasped around the back of your neck to deepen the kiss.

Without caring for the others around, he moaned against you. He drank up and savored your tenderness, your sweet taste.

He was so lost in you, your heavenly touch and the yearning you reciprocated.

“Oh, baby … fuck. I really fuckin’—” Angel’s eyes fluttered closed, his head tipping backwards as he gulped. “I really needed that” he choked out breathlessly.

Even after pulling away, his outstretched arms held you, which made him realize that there was still a barrier in between.

“Stupid ass bar won’t even let me make out with you,” he grumbled with a pout. “Stupid ass design too, and stupid ass wood, and … and dumb fuckin’ … fuckin’ architectural, interior design shit, and wh—”

“Angel! Calm down, just walk around it, baby.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his frustration. You knew he was moody right now, but mans was really about to fight the bar for you.

He sucked his teeth and furrowed his brows, even flipped his middle finger at it.

After his temper tantrum, he hopped onto the countertop before swinging his long legs over and landing in front of you.

“There we go,” he wrapped himself around you, engulfing your body into his strong frame.

A boyish grin took over his face as he immediately became less tense.

He rested the side of his face on the top of your head while hugging you tight.

“That was a little dramatic, Angel,” you whispered. He could hear the humor in your tone.

Angel humphed, “So fuckin’ what?”

“Baby, I need you to take the attitude down a good couple of notches, yeah?”

“Sorry, mama,” he kissed your hair. “Just got a lot on my mind.”

You rubbed his back soothingly, still caught in the embrace he didn’t want to part away from.

Every time he felt you wriggle, even slightly, his grip on you got tighter and he would annoyedly murmur in your hair.

“I know, my love. That’s okay. Look, I just have to clean a few more glasses and I’ll be all yours. Wait for me on the couch?”

Finally releasing you, he nodded.

You turned around to finish up the chores, but with every step you took, the sound of boots stomping followed right behind you.Turning around, you smirked and cocked an eyebrow at a puppy-eyed Angel.

“Angel … do you need something before you head over there?”

“Mm, nope,” Angel shook his head cluelessly. You paused, squinting your eyes at him.

The look on his tired face was so innocent. His fingers toyed with the waistband of your jeans, simply for the sake of being attached to you, desperate to be close to your body after the run he had. God, he missed you, and he needed you badly.

You kissed his cheek before going about your business once more, only to have Angel shadowing you from behind. Except now, he was significantly closer - his crotch on your lower back type of close.

Angel was breathing down your neck and left barely any room for you to move.

You took a step to the right? Angel took a step to the right.

You stepped back? Angel gripped your hips, wrapped an arm around your waist and shifted you in the direction you wanted to go in.

Angel’s head dipped down to rest on your shoulder while his hands wandered up and down your sides, or lingered on your belly, or squeezed your thighs.

He did not want to leave you alone; all he wanted was to be with you and bask in your presence.

“Angel, babe,” you sighed. “I promise you’ll have me soon, you just gotta let me finish first.”

He nibbled on your ears, his lips brushed the skin of your neck, and then he started sucking there. He enchanted your skin with open-mouthed licking and smooching.

“Okay, mi dulce,” Angel pressed his cheek against yours, his smushed face rubbing all up on you, and his beard lightly scratching you. “I understand completely.”

“Great, love to hear it. Now, when do you plan on sitting down?” You laughed.

“Oh, we can sit down if you want,” Angel took your hand in his as the cheekiest smile flourished onto his lips.

At this point, you realized that finishing up was just not going to happen. Everything you told him went in one ear and out the other.

As he grabbed onto your ass, you held his face in your palms, “Angel.”

“Heeey,” he winked, flashing a lopsided grin.

“You’re my everything, you know that?”

He hummed and looked down, not knowing how to react. “You’re mine,” he mumbled.

You lead him over to the couches in the corner. He pulled you onto his lap, and you snaked your arms around his neck.

You both settled into each other’s comfort. And for Angel, that also meant stuffing his face into your chest.

He left kisses all over your tits, his hands groped the swell of your breasts.

Your fingers slowly ran through his hair, manicured nails moving along his scalp

“Home sweet home,” he let out a muffled groan.

The rest of the night was spent cuddling Angel’s needy self while he praised you, rambled and vented, or napped on your titties.

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Heart by Heart | Chapter IV | Raul Mendes

*secret agent AU*

Y/N and Raul have been friends ever since they could remember. And falling in love with your best friend can be pretty tricky and messy 99% of the times, add that to the fact they're constantly risking their lives side by side on the field since they're both secret agents, and the best team that's ever existed. Perfect recipe for disaster.

Hi, this is the fourth chapter, you can find the first one here. This one's a bit shorter but I still hope you like it anyway. Please read the warnings on this one, if you don't feel comfortable with the contents listed on the "warnings" section, please read something else, there are a lot of other works on my masterlist and on the "fic rec" hashtag on my blog. Please give me some feedback and I hope you guys like. Happy Reading!

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*Word Count: 2.9K+.

*Warnings: cursing, jealousy, mentions of weapons (barely any), slight angst (if you squint).

Please don’t read it if any of this subjects make you uncomfortable, feel free to check my masterlist for other writings.

*Posted: July 22nd, 2021.

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Raul was fucked.

He learned that ages ago, but every passing day, it just seemed to get more and more fucked.

Y/N was the most beautiful girl he’s ever laid eyes on, he knew that the day he met her all those years ago, while she was still a kid like him. And as the time went on, she proved him wrong every single day, every time he looked at her, in his eyes, Y/N surpassed her own beauty and taking her own title as the pretties one. Raul knew he was a goner the first time he made her laugh, truly laugh, throwing her head back as she almost lost her breath, he knew he would have to do it all over again for the rest of his life just to hear the most beautiful melody ever created.

And maybe he was a fool, and obvious one for not even holding back whenever she was hurt or needed him. He would give Y/N anything in the world and he could be pretty reckless about it. Sure, Raul was capable of keeping it to himself all these years, even from his spy family and her, but Peter was slowly catching onto it and he knew it. There was a reason why Peter wasn’t a field agent and his not so subtle approaches only proved that right. But he honestly didn’t care, as long as he got to have her as his best friend and best girl, he didn’t give a fuck about what the rest of the world thought. He only cared about Y/N.

So watching her progress on the ring (hell, having his ass kicked by her was probably the best thing that’s ever happened to him), watching Y/N taking part of such an important role as to plan the mission that would take down one of the biggest criminals on the world left him so proud. He couldn’t even describe it. Watching her sleep peacefully among his bedding, the glimmer of pure and utter happiness whenever she watched one of the marvel movies or ate her favorite cake made butterflies go wild in his stomach.

And as Aaliyah would say, he was probably a simp for her. As sappy as that sounded, it was probably true.

“Still with me, champ?” Y/N’s voice ringed on his coms.

Raul had to hold back a smile as Jack smirked at him on their watching point across the street “Always, doll, see anything?”

“Not really” she muttered annoyedly “think the package is late”

“Oh, sorry the bad guy didn’t show up on the perfect time according to your planner”

“Fuck you, darling, before I forget”

Raul huffed a chuckle as he changed channels on the surveillance system she hacked the night prior.

He was with Jack sitting on his apartment watching Y/N from the perfect window. The initial plan was pretty simple, Y/N would be dressed in casual common clothes, going through her computer on Genoff’s favorite coffee shop, to possibly catch him after coming back, so he could be used to some of their faces on his absence justifying new people around. Her undercover role was as a graphic designer that pretty much had a home office, which would justify her always being around that area. Tommy was the local barista trainee, summer job to pay for his scholarship, and this way he could hear some stuff and also be ready to jump and protect whoever was undercover there that day.

Celine was working on the front desk on Geonoff’s cover up business building, she was replacing the other girl that just left due to maternity leave, so it wouldn’t look suspicious at all. James got the work as an executive driver on a company that often was hired to transport Geonoff himself and his people, and Raul would also be on home office as a free lancer photographer, he’d be in an untitled relationship with Y/N which would be a good cover for them always being out and about together.

They would all be living in the same neighborhood, Peter and Celine would be living in the same apartment complex, which was just next doors to the one Jack, Y/N and Raul were placed. This way it would still be safe and pretty low profile enough to not draw curious eyes. And since the mission didn’t exactly have a precise deadline, they didn’t have a precise date to actually leave, so their flat was poorly furnished and decorated, filled with the ultimate basic things they could need in a month period. And of course, heavily armed in every corner and drawer anyone could think about.

“He just left his car two blocks away, think he might be just a bit behind your schedule, Y/N” Jack called from his place behind the screens she had set up the night before “Tommy, grab the cash register as soon as you can”

“Yes sir” Tom mumbled under his breath.

Raul inched a bit closer to the window on a spot no one could see him from bellow, watching as Geonoff himself entered the shop with two other man right behind him. Probably security team. He had to hold back his breath once he noticed the way the man had his eyes fixated right on Y/N’s table, before quietly muttering something to the other with him.

“Hm, excuse me miss?” a deep slightly hoarse voice caught her attention from the fake project displayed on her computer screen, Y/N looked up to find Geonoff right next to her booth.

“Oh hi”

“Why is he talking to her? He wasn’t supposed to just approach her!” Raul practically growled to Jack as the other just shrugged in response “fuck”

“Dude, calm down, Tom is literally just across the bar and she’s a fucking spy, chill, she knows how to handle this” Jack said shoving Raul’s shoulder playfully, to which he just rolled his eyes huffing in annoyance.

“I know, I know that”

Jack arched his eyebrow at him, a knowing smirk playing on his lips “Is this your way of admitting you love her?”

“Shut up and pay attention to their conversation, you idiot” Raul said pushing his friend off of his sit.

“I'm sorry, I just had to ask, I haven’t such a pretty girl like you around in a while, are you new in town, darling?” Geonoff asked leaning his hip against the sit across from Y/N.

“Oh no, not new in town” she responded with a giggle, trying to ease the nerves and slight nausea from talking to him and his half attempt of flirting “I moved to this neighborhood last month though, used to leave on the other side of the town”

“Oh, was it for work? How are you liking this place so far?”

“It’s nice, I thought it was going to be quieter but it doesn’t really bother me” she said with a soft smile on her features “I moved here because I work from home, so I needed to get out of my last place cause my roommate was not exactly quiet, and my boyfriend said there was an available apartment on his floor, so it just seemed like a great opportunity”

Raul’s heart raced a bit more on his chest when she referred to him as ‘boyfriend’, which was completely stupid. Y/N was his best friend and this was only for a cover. But sometimes his feelings got the best of him.

“Boyfriend? Is he here?”

“Oh no, I think he’s at work now, he’s a photographer”

“It makes sense, he has the prettiest muse at home” he added with a wink, which made Y/N’s stomach twirl in her tummy, this man is absolutely gross and she just wants to find a way out of this conversation “is he joining you today or should I keep you company?”

“Tell him I’m on my way, sweetheart, don’t want this man any closer to you” Raul said through coms, Jack already grabbing his backpack with the material they had separated to be Raul’s cover as he threw a denim jacket and a pair of glasses.

Y/N gave Geonoff a gentle smile as she shrugged before adding “he told me he’d be coming here, something about the cupcakes being the best he’s ever had”

“Oh shut up, this is the worst excuse to get me to buy you cupcake ever” Raul muttered through coms as he jogged across the street and Y/N had to cough to hid a little giggle that threatened to escape at her best friend’s comment.

“Yeah, they’re really good, I think you’d like the chocolate one”

“Okay, thank you for the tip” she said, quickly noticing the mop of curls clumsy coming into the shop, a big grin blossoming on her lips as she waved at the heaving figure of her best friend “oh, there he is!”

Raul’s eyes found hers and he could only smile, forgetting only momentarily that one of the most wanted man in the country was just beside her, he shook his head to gain a bit more focus as he shortened the distance between them with every step “hi baby”

Y/N got up from her sit and was quick to throw her arms around his neck, as he did the same with her waist, planting a kiss to the crown of her head “Hi, honey this is… Oh my, just realized I never caught your name, I’m sorry, that was so rude”

“Geonoff, darling” he said with a smug smile on his lips, probably waiting some sort of reaction and proud of it.

And to Raul’s amusement, Y/N didn’t move a single muscle, didn’t give a single reaction, only offering a polite smile “Oh, nice name, I’m Y/N and this is my boyfriend, Raul”

“Beautiful name, suits such a gorgeous girl like you” he said, eyes on Raul waiting for some sort of response.

“Oh yeah, she doesn’t like it but I’ve always found it beautiful” he said softly.

“Well, I’ll leave you guys alone now, nice meeting the two of you” Geonoff said as his guards approached him with a paper bag “and Y/N, let me know if you need anything, I’m always around”

“Thank you” she said before pulling Raul to sit by her side on the booth as Geonoff walked out of the little shop “how was your day, honey?”

“Good, angel, got a couple of photos I think you’d like to see whenever we get home” he said throwing his arms around her shoulders, pulling her closer.

“You two are gross to watch” Jack grumbled through the coms making them both laugh.

Y/N turned her head to face him “you wanna go home to show me or you want to grab a cup of coffee first?”

“I think I want a bit of coffee, but we can order it to go, yeah?”

“Sure, whatever you want” Y/N said before sliding off the booth and pulling him with her, before stuffing her computer on her little backpack, which Raul promptly took from her.

“Come on, baby, can’t wait to lay down a bit” he ushered her to the register, where Tom waited patiently for them “hello there, I’d like an espresso please”

“Sure, anything else?” Tommy asked as he clicked on the little screen.

“Do you want anything, baby?”

“A red velvet cupcake to go, please”

Tom nodded looking a little nervous before speaking up “the other man with the security guards left this note and cupcake for you, ma’am” he then grabbed the little pastry and a fancy business card alongside it.

“Oh, I- are you sure it was for me?” she asked in disbelief as Raul tightened his arm around her.

Tom only nodded in response “positive, do you still want the red velvet one?”

“I- yes, please” Y/N let out before almost chocking on air, gently grabbing the card that contained the business information from his company (that she already had) and a little handwritten phrase next to a phone number, the note read ‘if you’re ever looking for a real man, let me know’.

“Someone’s got a crush on you” Raul teased trying to mask the anger bubbling up on his throat, but he knew she saw right through his facade. After all, Y/N knew him better than anyone else.

“Well, I feel bad for him, because I’m already taken, yeah?” she giggled at herself, lightly poking his chest to try and loosen his nerves a bit.

“Yeah, since I have you, know that I’m never letting you go” Raul pressed a kiss to her head huffing a small chuckle.

“Here it is, sir” Tom cut Raul out before handing him the paper bag, and he placed the money on Tom’s hand.

Raul offered a smile as he lead Y/N back to their place “Thank you, take care, kid”

As they were crossing the street, Y/N dropped the cupcake from Geonoff on the sidewalk, making it look like an accident as she cried out an ‘oh no, I can’t believe I dropped it!’ before tossing it on the bin. On the elevator to their apartment, Raul still seemed tense and too quiet for his normal self, but Y/N decided to drop it, maybe give him some time to deal with today.

Just as they opened the door, Jack was quick to pull them inside, grabbing the card from Y/N’s hand and tossing it into a special bag and running downstairs, probably to deliver it to a team so they could take it to the lab to run some tests. Celine was stretched on the couch, a knowing look in her eyes as she signaled for them to join her. Raul went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water in complete silence as Y/N sank down on the soft cushions with Celine.

“What’s wrong with him?” she muttered quietly, since there were no walls separating the rooms on this flat, only the bedroom and bathroom and Raul was standing pretty close.

Y/N sighed with a shrug “No clue, maybe just didn’t expect the interaction to go like that, I don’t know”

“By the way, you did great, he even got interested in you”

“Ew, no need to remind me, seriously that man is just gross, there’s something about him that’s just creepy, and I’m not even bringing up his criminal record” Y/N added grabbing a bottle water that Raul tossed at her after she nodded at him.

Celine nodded in understanding “Don't blame you, I think I would’ve punched him five seconds into talking”

“You wouldn’t last a single second with him talking” Jack said as he closed the door behind him.

Y/N and Celine laughed as Raul joined them on the couch, sitting on the armrest right behind Y/N as she leaned her weight on him. He threw an arm around her.

“I think we should order a pizza and have some beer, yeah? This was a successful day, Tom’s gonna be here any minute now and Raul didn’t die out of jealousy in 24h, only reasons to celebrate!”

“Don’t start celebrating now, Jack, he might combust at any second now” Celine said with a laugh and Y/N giggled shaking her head, looking up at him only to see his serious expression and a light pink tinting his cheeks.

“So, pizza and beer it is?” Jack asked pulling his phone.

“I think it’s a great idea” Tom said as he climbed through the back window.

“Okay, Jack, order the pizzas and grab us the beer” Y/N decided and Jack stared at her in shock.

“Why me?!”

“So you can do something useful for once instead of gossiping” Raul said playfully and Y/N smiled at that as Jack feigned hurt with a dramatic gasp.

“Well, there’s that and the fact that this genius idea belongs to you, doesn’t it?” Y/N asked

Jack stared at her and nodded “Well yeah but-“

“Then make it happen, darling” Y/N only threw a wink at him and he shook his head, but grabbing his phone to start ordering.

“Hey Tom, can I see the piece you brought back?” Celine asked without moving from her place on the couch.

Y/N took the opportunity to properly face Raul since the others were seemingly busy, so she cupped his face gently bringing his attention down at her “are you okay?”

“Yeah, of course I am, doll” he said turning his face to place a kiss at the palm of her hand before looking back at her.

“Are you sure? You didn’t seem fine five minutes ago”

“I just didn’t think he’d take such an interest on you so soon, I mean, you’re insanely gorgeous so it was obvious he was going to notice you, I guess I was just unconsciously hoping he wouldn’t” Raul sighed leaning his head against her hand and she let it slide on his face until she was able to curl her fingers on his hair “it’s stupid, I’m sorry, I was just being stupid yeah? Let’s focus on something else and relax”

“Are you sure?” she asked tugging on his hair a bit as he closed his eyes, nodding his head softly and she sighed “okay”

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