#🎊 vicky

[lyvhie]

HELLO HELLO QUESTION TIME

1. if you could be part of any nct unit, which one would you pick and why? 2. what’s your fav album / release from each nct unit? 3. if you were stranded on an island, who would you pick to be with you and why? (any kpop idol) 4. if you could do a dance / sing cover, which song/s would you choose? 5. what’s your fav color? (i love to know everyone’s fav color)

HIIII HELLO I SLEPT 😳😳😳

1. does NCT 2020 counts...? 🙈 sighhh ok ill be fair!! at this moment, i think i would chose nct dream because right now they're the ones i identify more!! i really like their vibe and their songs too. maybe because i kinda grew up with them, i feel like we're almost at the same stage of life?? can you tell that i dont know how to describe the way i feel about stuff?

2. IT'S SO HARD TO PICK I LIKE THEM ALL AAAAAA!! ILL TRY:

- NCT 127: Sticker/Favorite (2baddies and Neozone are also so... i like them all...)

- NCT Dream: i think... Glitch Mode (istj and hello future too I CANT PICK UUGHHH)

- Wayv: PHANTOM!!!!!!!!

- NCT DOJAJEJUNG 😍😍😍: Perfume PLUS CAN WE GO BACK BEST TRACK EVER

- NCT Wish: i still have to listen to their songs mroe than once to pick sorry 🙈

3. i think Bangchan because 1. he's smarter than me, 2. he may be a werewolf, 3. he can do all things that require strength, i'm strong as a wooden stick, 4. and most important, IM SURE HE'LL HUG ME WHENEVER I ASK HIM I #NEEDTHAT, 5. i think he would be able to survive too, i have more chances with him

4. my dance skills are... i dont have any. but if i have to sing, i would say cry for love by baekhyun. is it very hard to sing? yes, A LOT, but its funnnn

5. FAVORITE COLOR IS BLACK!! i like pink green and brown too, but i prefer black 🫂 WHATS YOURS VICKY

[sealestialangel]

 

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the joyful one╱noun，the joyless one╱noun，prn who is joyful，prn who is joyless，the wellie╱wellette，prn who is well，prn who takes prn joy，the downer，prn who is a downer，the wastrel╱wastrelette，the shunned（ one╱noun ），the outcast，the banished（ one╱noun ），prn who can’t take joy，prn who was chased out of the village，the seeker of truth，prn who knows the truth，prn who remembers，the revolutionary，prn who started the revolution，the eye，prn who sees eyes，the sick one╱noun，the infected one╱noun，the plagued one╱noun，the plaguie，prn who is sick，prn who is infected，prn who contracted the plague，prn who went on holiday，prn who made it off of the train，prn who got on the train ｡

[patchworkgargoyle]

with a bang 🎊

A gift for the lovely and talented Joey (@matchingbatbites) as part of our STuad server holiday gift exchange! I hope you enjoy, and have a lovely new year <3

Based on the prompts: impact play, secret relationship, and "don't be mean to me." Fingers crossed I did them justice! Rated: E || 4.7k words || CW: impact play, unprotected sex Full tag list on ao3!

Eddie was going to combust. He was also debating whether he should plot Robin’s untimely demise or send her a Thank You bouquet. Dressing up for their New Years party had been her idea, after all, and once she got Nancy on her side there was no swaying either of them, no matter how much the rest of them had hemmed and hawed. Eddie didn’t see a point to it; he’d thought they were just calling it a New Years party as an excuse to hang out without the rugrats for once, but then Robin wanted to make it a party party. With champagne and shit. And fancy clothes.

Once Argyle had confirmed he could wear whatever colours he wanted, so long as the clothes were dressy, Eddie knew his fate was sealed. He’d been the biggest—and loudest—nay-sayer, but with Jonathan, Steve, and Vickie being more or less neutral, his hard-fought battle against a dress code had been lost.

And jesus christ, is he ever glad he lost.

He got to Steve’s place last after he hit up the liquor store, the three bottles of the cheapest sparkling wine in his arms bought with their pooled funds. They nearly smashed on the Harrington stoop when Steve opened the front door he’d obnoxiously kicked looking like… well.

Steve owned a suit, apparently. A nice one. God, it must be tailored or some shit with how well it fit. His shoulders were so broad in the suit jacket, the black tie looking at home around Steve’s throat under the pressed white collar. Black dress pants made his legs long. Even that signature swoop in his hair was perfectly coiffed. Eddie’s eyes devoured the sight before him, and the first and foremost thought in his mind was that he wanted to get Steve out of that suit as soon as goddamn possible. Especially when Steve began to smirk at him knowingly.

His second thought was that he was so screwed.

They’d been hooking up for a bit now, was the thing. It was new. They hadn’t told anyone yet because they wanted to keep it to themselves, figure it out a little, have fun before the kids learned about it and got nosy. When they’d started talking about going on dates, though—and if his past self knew he’d be planning a date with Steve Harrington he’d blow a gasket—they’d agreed to say something once New Years was over. But how the hell was Eddie going to keep his mouth shut, not to mention his hands to himself, when Steve looked like that!?

“You’re wearing that?” he hissed. “This is cruel and unusual, Steve. This is torture. Why are you dressed like that when I can’t do anything about it!”

Shrugging, Steve whispered, “It’s my only suit, it’s all I had to wear.”

Eddie felt he was being too nonchalant about this and narrowed his eyes. He opened his mouth to complain more but then he heard Nancy’s voice from inside. “What are you guys doing? It’s cold out!” she said with a laugh, and Steve cocked an eyebrow and stepped aside so Eddie could come in.

Steve took the bottles so Eddie could get out of his coat, and he did notice, with no small amount of satisfaction, that Steve’s eyes were on him too. Eddie might not have a tailored suit, but his black dress shirt and slacks fit him pretty damn well, he figured, and the way Steve was looking at him made it clear he thought the same. Eddie stuck his tongue out between his teeth and wiggled his eyebrows at Steve suggestively and earned a dark, desirous look from him that promised later and sent a thrill down Eddie’s spine.

But later was getting harder and harder to wait for. As their little party went on, Steve found more ways to drive Eddie up the fucking wall, when he’d rather be pushed into the wall, secrecy be damned.

It was all the little touches, the fleeting looks. Steve developed a habit of tugging on Eddie’s belt loops when no one was looking, or the sleeve of his shirt; something that would grab Eddie’s attention and pull him just a smidge closer. When they’d ended up sitting next to each other on the couch Steve gradually shifted into Eddie’s space and their thighs kept touching, and Eddie couldn’t stop thinking about how it felt to have his legs tangled with Steve’s in his bed. And then, when their eyes met, Eddie swore Steve would check him out. It was always quick, but he could practically feel it when Steve looked at his lips, or where his shirt collar was undone. Eddie went red every time.

Eventually Eddie decided to give as good as he got, though that may have also been fueled by the cheap wine. He’d watch Steve over the rim of his glass until Steve caught on and licked his lips when Steve’s eyes flicked downward, only glancing away after a few seconds of holding his gaze. Letting his arm drape casually over the back of the couch so he could brush his fingers down the nape of Steve’s neck was absolutely a risk, but it was worth it when Steve’s breath hitched and he stumbled over his words. He was talking to Jonathan, though, who was high as a kite and didn’t notice. Hopefully.

They kept upping the ante all night and Eddie was a stiff breeze away from getting hard from all the tension by the time midnight crept up on the group. Five minutes before the countdown, Nancy herded them all out to Steve’s backyard in a rush. The town stretched out in the distance, lights glittering in the dark winter night. An occasional screech and flash of colour from premature fireworks interrupted the anticipatory silence that hung over Hawkins. Vickie helped Robin uncork the last bottle of champagne, and the teens passed it around, refilling their glasses as they huddled close to fend off the cold.

“Did we really have to stand outside for this?” Steve grumbled. He stood between Eddie and Robin and kept bumping shoulders with both of them.

“Duh, we can’t see the fireworks from inside, dingus,” Robin said, even though she shivered the hardest out of all of them. Vickie was tucked into her side and had her arms wrapped around Robin’s waist to try to keep warm.

Steve crossed his arms and glared out across the snowy lawn. “We could’ve grabbed our coats at least.”

“I did mean to give us more time to get ready, but it’s too late now.” Nancy looked at her watch. “Two minutes until midnight.”

When Eddie shoved his free hand in his pocket and shivered extra hard, Steve leaned into him, and it took every bit of willpower to not give in to the urge to rest his head on Steve’s shoulder. Or kiss him. The idea of being openly affectionate with Steve made Eddie feel all fizzy inside in the best way. He was glad they were going to tell everyone after this. As fun as it had been, keeping this between themselves, he was getting tired of having to hide how he felt. He wanted their friends to know, wanted to touch and kiss his boyfrie—Steve without having to sneak around.

“Anyone got a wish they wanna make?” Argyle asked, and everyone else shot him confused looks.

“I don’t think people make wishes on New Years,” Jonathan said haltingly. “Do you mean resolutions?”

“Nah dude, I think wishes are better. Less pressure, y’know?”

Eddie tipped his head thoughtfully. “That’s a good point,” he said, and Argyle beamed at him.

“Yeah, that sounds like a nice idea.” Vickie agreed. “We should all think of a wish!”

“Just don’t say what it is or it won’t come true. Told my sister that I wished on a dandelion that my skateboard would never break but the next day it snapped like–” Argyle mimed breaking something over his knee, complete with sound effects. “It was a total bummer, man.”

“Wasn’t that the one you cracked and duct taped over?” Jonathan asked, bloodshot eyes narrowed as he tried to remember.

“Yeah, but like, with the good tape.”

Nancy gave an amused, but pinched, smile when she said, “Half a minute.”

Steve shuffled and Eddie looked over at him. He was so unfairly handsome tonight, freckled cheeks and nose flushed from the chill, and though his hair wasn’t quite as perfect anymore it just made him look roguish. Eddie wanted to get his hands in it. He wanted to kiss Steve so much it hurt. Subtly, Eddie slipped his hand from his pocket and wiggled the tips of his fingers in-between Steve’s, and Steve looked down at his feet to hide his smile, giving Eddie’s fingers a brief squeeze.

His heart beat a rapid staccato in his chest and Eddie knew right then what he was going to wish for.

“Ten seconds!” Nancy announced, then counted down, and everyone joined in, grinning at each other excitedly. Five seconds, three, one, and–

A whole chorus of screeching, banging fireworks from the town almost drowned out their cheers of Happy New Year! A riot of colours burst across the sky, spilling over the untouched snow and lighting up their faces, and Eddie silently sent his wish up into the sky with them.

Steve didn’t look at anyone but him, his face soft with affection. And Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off Steve. The fireworks looked better reflected in his eyes anyway.

“Hey, can you help me grab something from inside?” Steve asked, and Eddie nodded frantically.

Robin snorted when Steve and Eddie scampered off, but Eddie paid her no mind. He was too busy following Steve through the house filled with the loud music they’d forgotten to turn off. When he realised they were heading upstairs, heat began to burn low in his belly and anticipation buzzed under his skin. He wasn’t sure if they were out of view yet, but he didn’t care, giving Steve’s ass a light smack and smirking when Steve shot a glare over his shoulder. How could he be expected to resist? It was right in front of him!

They hurried down the hallway to Steve’s room, and Eddie was barely through the doorway when Steve shut it and crowded him up against it to kiss him. Eddie groaned hungrily and parted his lips for Steve’s tongue, the kiss turning messy with their enthusiasm. He felt Steve yanking his shirt out of his slacks and flinched, gasping, when Steve’s cold fingers touched his scarred sides.

“Been driving me nuts all night, Eds,” Steve muttered against Eddie’s lips, his hands inching up Eddie’s shirt. “You look so good all dressed up, god. When you touched my neck I almost caved and pinned you to the couch.”

Eddie laughed. “I couldn’t help myself,” he purred.

“Yeah well, it was a dick move.” Steve reached Eddie’s chest and swiped his chilly thumb over Eddie’s hardened nipple before pinching and rolling it, making him whimper. “Kinda think I should get some payback for it.”

“Don’t be mean to me, Stevie,” Eddie said, but his tone was deliberately teasing even as he squirmed a bit under Steve’s hands. He loved pressing his luck with Steve, pushing his buttons and seeing what it got him.

Steve arched an eyebrow, then shoved his knee between Eddie’s thighs, pressing into Eddie’s rapidly hardening cock. His mouth fell open and he rocked into the pressure. But then Steve’s hands grabbed him by the hips and held him still, pinned to the door, and Eddie whined.

“You teased me all night, and you think I’ll make it easy for you?” Steve smirked before he leaned down to kiss Eddie’s collarbones, nipping at Eddie’s skin to make him twitch ineffectually in his grip. All the while, he kept lightly grinding his thigh against Eddie’s dick, barely enough movement to taunt him.

Eddie groaned. “You teased me too!”

Steve slapped Eddie’s thigh and the shock of it, more than the light sting of it, made Eddie bite his lip to muffle a moan. “You made it worse,” Steve whispered into his ear as he soothed the spot he’d slapped with a gentle touch. “So yeah, I’m gonna be a little mean.”

Teeth caught his earlobe and Eddie shuddered, unable to contain a triumphant grin. Holy shit, he was excited for this. He fucking loved it when this side of Steve came out to play.

Straightening up, Steve let go of Eddie’s hips to work at the knot in his tie. “Ride my thigh,” he said as the knot came free and he whipped the tie off, flinging it somewhere into the room. Eddie nodded and started rolling his hips. The relief at being able to move was almost as powerful as the surge of arousal he felt at the command. His slacks were tight over his cock but the friction was so delicious. Steve’s strong thigh kept Eddie’s legs apart enough that he had to brace himself on Steve’s shoulders. It gave him enough stability to really grind, and jesus christ, between all the flirting and teasing and touching all night, and this, Eddie could already feel his orgasm building. Shit.

And the way Steve looked wasn’t helping anything. A lock of hair had come free over his forehead, making him look more artfully dishevelled, and Steve had unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt, dark curls of hair peeking out. Eddie wanted to eat him, be eaten by him. He dug his fingers into Steve’s shoulders and pulled him into a demanding kiss, licking into his mouth and swallowing his low moan.

While they kissed, Steve made quick work of Eddie’s shirt, and as soon as it was gone Steve’s hands were on him again, greedy and grasping. One wide palm held the back of his head, tugging lightly at his hair, and the other guided Eddie’s hips faster. Heat blazed in his gut and Eddie’s desperate grinding was starting to lose its tempo.

“S-Steve, oh fuck, gonna come in my pants i-if I keep going,” Eddie rasped.

“You can keep going a little longer,” Steve replied, no, insisted.

“I can’t,” Eddie whined. Steve slapped his thigh again, harder this time, and Eddie’s whine went embarrassingly high and reedy.

“Might have to be a little mean if you can’t keep going. Do you want that, baby?”

Oh yes he fucking did. “Yes, yes, fuck, Steve, yes I do,” he babbled, and Steve clicked his tongue like he was disappointed. But all Eddie saw in his face was devoted hunger, hazel eyes intense with it, making something swoop in Eddie’s gut.

“Your choice,” Steve said casually. Then he slapped him again, on the same, still stinging spot, and Eddie threw his head back as he came soundlessly, making a mess of his boxers, immediately feeling warm and sticky as he gasped for air and clung to Steve.

Steve held him through it, made sure his head didn’t smash into the door, muttering, “So pretty when you come, Eddie. Couldn’t help it, could you? S’okay. You’ll make it up to me.”

“I will, I will Steve, whatever you want.”

“Good boy,” Steve said, low and confident. Eddie shivered at the words and his eager groan was silenced when Steve kissed him, taking him by the hand and leading him with teasing, bitey kisses to the bed.

Eddie’s knees hit the bed and he let himself fall, bouncing on the eyesore of a duvet and quickly scrambling to get his slacks off, cringing at the way his cum made his boxers stick to him. At least he had a spare pair here. Steve grabbed the lube from his nightstand and chucked it onto the bed, then stood between Eddie’s legs and stared, swallowing at the sight of Eddie sprawled out on his bed. Smirking, Eddie spread his legs further, tilting his chin back as he tossed his hair. Seeing Steve still fully clothed, in a suit no less, hard cock bulging in his dress pants while Eddie was bare fucking naked below him made Eddie feel electric. He wiggled a little just to ease the frisson skittering along his nerves.

“Like what you see?” he asked.

Reaching out, Steve trailed his big fingers along the sensitive skin of Eddie’s inner thigh reverently, goosebumps rising in his wake. “Always do.” 

How Steve managed to sound turned on and sincere, Eddie had no idea, but it made his heart do flips in his chest.

Steve started slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt as his eyes lingered over Eddie’s body. “Turn over for me,” he said, and Eddie obeyed quickly, getting on his knees and elbows. Stretching out across the blankets, he looked over his shoulder at Steve and wiggled his ass in the air.

“C’mon Stevie,” he urged, drawing out the syllables, “I wanna know what you’re planning in that pretty head of yours.”

“Jesus, you’re impatient.” Steve shook his head, but there was a fond smile tugging at his lips and he did speed up. Once undressed—and Eddie would never get over the sight of Steve naked, or the sheer size of his cock, jesus christ—he stepped closer to the bed and yanked Eddie in by his hips, making him yelp. “Maybe you should ask me politely,” he said.

“Pretty please, Stevie, with a cherry on t—aah!”

The slap to his asscheek rang out in the room, the sting radiating out all warm and tingly. Eddie made a short, whiny noise as his dick gave a valiant twitch. There was a click from behind him and Eddie jumped when he felt cold lube drip over his hole, then down his taint. Steve dragged his thumb through it, then rubbed soothingly over the ring of muscle.

“Count them for me.”

Eddie nodded and counted that first slap, then the next two, alternating sides each time. Steve kept massaging his hole, then pressing in gently when Eddie relaxed between each smack. By the fifth slap Eddie’s cheeks were prickling painfully, and his cock started to fill out again, hanging heavy between his legs and twitching almost painfully at every slap. He knew his pale skin must be so red.

Steve paused and brushed his free hand over Eddie’s heated, sore skin. “You doing okay, Eds?”

“Yep, oh yeah, so fucking okay,” he breathed, “green, golden, whatever. I’m so good.”

Laughing, Steve bent over and kissed the small of Eddie’ back. “Such a good boy for me, baby. Now keep counting.”

With each smack, Eddie felt his belly tighten further and further. He was so fucking aroused he’d began to writhe and rock back onto Steve’s thumb, then his fingers when he started stretching Eddie, prepping him. By the time they got to nine, Eddie was shaking, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes.

“Oh god, Steve, please, I want you to fuck me already, please please please,” he begged.

“I dunno. You think you’ve made it up to me yet?”

Another slap, and Eddie sobbed out, “Ten! Yes, please Stevie, I’ve been good!”

Steve’s fingers pulled out of Eddie’s hole and he sobbed again, clenching around nothing. “You’re okay, Eds, you have been good, I’ve got you,” Steve reassured. There was a wet sound, and soon enough the blunt head of Steve’s slicked-up cock pressed against Eddie’s stretched hole. He rubbed his clean hand down along the curve of Eddie’s spine, the tender touch almost overwhelming in comparison to the hot pain in his cheeks. “Ready?” Steve asked.

“God yes.”

Eddie muffled his guttural moan in the covers as Steve pushed in, also groaning in relief. And he didn’t waste much time. Eddie was loose enough that Steve’s short, sharp thrusts brought them flush together with little effort, though Eddie still felt stretched out and so fucking full. They stayed like that for a moment, adjusting to the feeling together. The way Steve breathed, heavy and quick, told Eddie that he was getting control of himself. That Steve was close to coming just from slapping him around made him grin and squeeze around his cock like a tease.

“Eddie, that’s unfair,” Steve grunted and grabbed a small handful of ass in retaliation. Pain burned deliciously under his hand.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” Eddie said only a tiny bit insincerely. He felt Steve laugh more than he heard it.

Then Steve started to move again. The slow drag of his cock made Eddie shudder, able to feel every vein before he plunged back in again. Groaning low in his throat, Steve said, “Fuck, Eddie, wish you could see yourself.” Both his hands grabbed at Eddie’s ass, and he jerked and whimpered at the pain. “So pretty and red.”

Eddie just whined wordlessly, and Steve’s thrusts sped up. Fists white-knuckled in the covers, he rocked back eagerly, desperate for the feeling rising like a tide about to crash over him. Steve’s cock felt so fucking good, but then Steve got a knee up on the mattress and he draped himself over Eddie’s back and the angle drove him right into Eddie’s prostate, over and over. Eddie couldn’t help the sweet, needy cries that tumbled out of his mouth as his pleasure mounted.

Fingers entwined with his. It was Steve’s favourite thing to do during sex and it’d quickly become Eddie’s too. One more point of connection, a soft gesture no matter how hard they were fucking each other, and it made Eddie melt every time. He squeezed Steve’s fingers, maybe a little too hard, but Steve just fucked him faster, the sound of skin slapping against sweaty skin mingling with their moaning.

“Steve, gonna come, soon, holy shit. T-touch me? Please, want you to touch me,” Eddie said.

“Me too, god, I’ve got you.”

Reaching down, Steve wrapped his hand around Eddie’s aching, dripping cock and jerked him in time with his thrusts. Eddie was fucking overwhelmed. Steve’s hand, Steve’s cock, he didn’t know which feeling to chase, couldn’t tell the difference as he sped towards the crest of his climax. Fresh tears sprang to his eyes, his legs shook, the only anchor he had was Steve’s hand in his and he clung to it as he moaned Steve’s name.

“I’m so close, wanna come with you,” Steve begged raggedly. “Come for me, Eddie, please baby.”

The urgency in his voice and the way Steve’s rhythm grew sloppy and rough pushed Eddie over the edge finally, gloriously. His orgasm crashed over him and he came with a choked cry, rutting into Steve’s grip as he spilled on the duvet. Steve’s forehead dropped onto Eddie’s back and with a few hard pumps of his hips he came too, warm and deep inside Eddie.

Eddie’s legs gave out and he collapsed on the bed, grunting when Steve came down with him. They both laughed breathlessly, and Steve rolled off him, lazily scooting up the bed and trying to pull Eddie along too. Though he felt like a limp noodle, Eddie gave in and fumbled his way up and into Steve’s sweaty arms. Head resting on his chest, Eddie could hear how Steve’s heartbeat steadily slowed to something calm, and could feel his own slow to match.

Music was still blasting downstairs, and fireworks were still going off here and there outside. One flashed close to Steve’s window, a shower of green and gold that lit up Steve’s gorgeous eyes.

“Happy New Year, Steve,” he whispered.

Smiling, Steve kissed Eddie sweet and slow, then said, “Happy New Year, Eddie.”

Eddie returned the smile, but it grew into something cheeky when he got an awful idea. He saw the suspicion grow across Steve’s face. “I guess we, uh… really started the year off with a bang,” he said, and Steve’s head fell back onto his pillow with a pained groan.

When they both woke up, Steve eventually managed to coax Eddie out of bed so they could get breakfast started for everyone. It didn’t take much coaxing when he reminded Eddie that he planned to make french toast just for him. Dressed in Steve’s borrowed pyjamas, Eddie blearily trudged downstairs with him.

Their friends must have found their ways to the various guest rooms, because the living room and kitchen were empty. It looked like half of the mess from last night had been tidied, and Eddie shook his head with a smile when he imagined Nancy trying to clean before being convinced to go to bed.

Eddie took up his usual spot, seated on the counter—despite the soreness from last night—and mostly out of the way while Steve got everything together. He looked so soft in the light and his old, worn Hawkins High Basketball shirt, his hair ravaged by sleep. Sighing, Eddie propped his chin in his hand as he watched him move around the kitchen.

Steve caught him staring and put his hands on his hips. “What?”

“You’re just sooo handsome,” Eddie cooed, “I’d eat you for breakfast instead.” He snapped his teeth and Steve snorted and rolled his eyes as he closed the distance between them.

“Probably healthier to eat french toast,” he said. Hands on the counter at either side of Eddie’s knees, Steve looked up at Eddie. “And Robin would kill you for killing me.”

Clicking his tongue, Eddie tilted his head in agreement. “Yep. Probably. She’d have to enact some sort of best friend revenge clause if I murdered you and I don’t think I want to incur the Wrath of Buckley.”

“I don’t recommend it. She’s clumsy but if she does manage to land a hit she can kinda pack a punch.”

Eddie leaned in and wiggled his eyebrows, letting out a low, suggestive hum. “So do you,” he said, and even though Steve rolled his eyes again he also smiled. He barely had to tip his chin up to reach Eddie’s lips, and they traded a few kisses in the quiet morning sunlight. Eddie wrapped his arms around Steve’s neck, his hands inevitably finding their way into Steve’s hair.

They were both so distracted that they didn’t notice someone walk into the kitchen.

“Morning, brochachos,” Argyle said cheerily, and Steve and Eddie jumped away from each other, red faced and wide eyed. “Oh shit, sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt the love fest!”

“Wh-huh?” Eddie said eloquently.

“It’s—uh,” Steve followed up.

Robin peered around the doorway next. “You two done or are you gonna burn breakfast?”

“It’s not gonna burn, Robs,” Steve frowned, but then said, “wait. Why aren’t you freaking out?”

The flat look Robin gave him made Eddie snort, even if it was kind of about him, too. “You’re kidding, right? I had my suspicions, Steve, but last night confirmed everything. You couldn’t keep your eyes off each other all night, it was ridiculous. And then the whole, ‘can you help me grab something from inside’ thing was the most obvious excuse ever.”

“And you didn’t come back down after that,” Nancy said as she and Jonathan walked in. “Morning, Eddie.”

“Uh. Uh-huh. Good morning. So, hold on, none of you care?” Eddie asked.

“Like I said, kind of already knew. We were just waiting for you to tell us,” Robin said as she poured coffee into two mugs. “I gotta tell Vickie exactly how right I was, be right back. And the french toast is burning, Steve.” Steve swore and jogged over to the stove.

Jonathan pulled a mug out of the cupboard as he spoke next. “I think it’s great you guys are boyfriends. It’s a good fit, y’know?”

Eddie’s heart thumped and he looked at Steve, who turned around from trying to save the first batch of breakfast from incendiary doom. Steve’s cheeks were a little red, and he was smiling shyly. Shrugged a bit, like a question. Beaming at him, Eddie said, “Yeah. Boyfriends. I think it’s great too.”

Dividers by @/saradika and @/cafekitsune

[emocl0wnpp]

Happy Birthday Vicky!🎉

Today, Vicky officially (but not canonically-) turns 34 :D🎉🎉🎊🎊

(Sometimes i forget my ocs are around the same age as my parents-)

(More under the cut)

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[heavenboy09]

Happy Birthday 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 To You The Blonde Haired Legendary American Actress 👱🏻‍♀️& 1 Of The Highest Paid Actresses In Hollywood & Kick @$$ Redheaded👩‍🦰 Spy / Assassin Avenger Of The MCU

Born On November 22nd, 1984

She is an American actress and singer. The world's highest-paid actress in 2018 and 2019, she has been featured multiple times on the Forbes Celebrity 100 list. Time named her one of the 100 most influential people in the world in 2021. Johansson's films have grossed over $15.4 billion worldwide, making her the highest-grossing box office female star of all time. She has received various accolades, including a British Academy Film Award, a Tony Award, and nominations for two Academy Awards and five Golden Globe Awards.

Johansson first appeared on stage in an off-Broadway play as a child actress. She made her film debut in the fantasy comedy North (1994) and gained early recognition for her roles in Manny & Lo (1996), The Horse Whisperer (1998), and Ghost World (2001). Her shift to adult roles came in 2003 with Lost in Translation, for which she won the BAFTA Award for Best Actress. She continued to gain praise for playing a 17th-century servant in Girl with a Pearl Earring (2003), a troubled teenager in A Love Song for Bobby Long (2004) and a seductress in Match Point (2005). The latter marked her first collaboration with Woody Allen, who later directed her in Scoop (2006) and Vicky Cristina Barcelona (2008). Johansson's other works of this period include The Prestige (2006) and the albums Anywhere I Lay My Head (2008) and Break Up (2009), both of which charted on the Billboard 200.

In 2010, Johansson debuted on Broadway in a revival of A View from the Bridge, which won her the Tony Award for Best Performance by a Featured Actress in a Play, and began portraying Black Widow in the Marvel Cinematic Universe film Iron Man 2. She reprised the role in eight films, leading up to her solo feature Black Widow (2021), gaining global stardom.

She voiced Elita-1 in Transformers One, an animated prequel to the Transformers film series.

In addition, Johansson will join the Jurassic Park franchise in Jurassic World Rebirth, and will return to the MCU as an executive producer on Thunderbolts*.

Labeled a sex symbol, Johansson has been referred to as one of the world's most attractive women by various media outlets. She is a prominent brand endorser and supports several charitable causes.

Please Wish This Iconic & Well Known Remarkable & Beautiful Blonde Haired American Actress👱🏻‍♀️ Of Hollywood, A Very Happy Birthday 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊

YOU ALL KNOW HER VERY WELL

YOU ALL SEEN HER MOVIES 🎥 SINCE SHE STARTED OUT AS A CHILD STAR ACTOR

& ALL THE BOYS🙎‍♂️ CANT HELP BUT DROOL 🤤 OVER HER & HER BLONDE HAIRED BEAUTY 👱🏻‍♀️

THE 1 & ONLY

MS. SCARLETT INGRID JOHANSSON 👱🏻‍♀️ AKA NATASHA ROMANOFF, THE BLACK ⚫ WIDOW 👩‍🦰🕷 OF THE MCU

HAPPY 40TH BIRTHDAY 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 TO YOU MS. JOHANSSON 👱🏻‍♀️ & HERE'S TO MANY MORE YEARS TO COME

#ScarlettJohansson #BlackWidow #NatashaRomanoff #MCU #ElitaOne #TransformersOne

[tempural]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @deflectric !!!! 👯‍♀️🎂🎉🎈🎊🥳👯‍♂️

Thanks for helping out with animating Lily Seeds way back then, and for being my BEST BUDDY. I know you loik Angus and Vicky outta our characters, so I reheated them in the microwave for ya.

[safedistancefrombeingsmart]

@a-victorian-girl tumblr kind of ate your ask, so I have to answer it like this.

Thanks Vicky, right back at you! 🫂🤩

And because I am a bit lazy busy, I will just tag a few people here and not send individual asks. 😉

Have a good holiday and a Happy New Year! 🎊🎉

@colourfulwatson @a-victorian-girl @topsyturvy-turtely @consultjohnwatson @helloliriels @loveasmartarse @fluffbyday-smutbynight @totallysilvergirl @lisbeth-kk @phoenix27884 @xeniawatson @jobooksncoffee @yuuiruka @kettykika78 @precki @oetkb12 @mobius-m-mobius @deelaundry @sannapersikka @whatnext2020 @swissmissing @willietheplaidjacket @free-martinis @bluebellofbakerstreet @dmellieon @fluffylord @gaylilsherlock @crazyatyou and everyone I forgot. 😇

[kfvarela]

My top 23 from 2023

1. Daenerys and Isolda, her maid, have a conversation

#Drogo household #Daenerys #Isolda

2. Noah having coffee

#Noah #Kim household

3. Americus receives an unexpected kiss from Xavier

#Americus #Xavier #Delgado household

4. Thea goes out to splash in a puddle of water

#Thea #Jonhson household

5. Jeen and Leon kiss

#Jeen #Leon #Iro household

6. Mayra, Jennie, Jin Young and Amaranta at lunch

7. Amelia and Dave leave their restaurant to talk

#Amelia (Amy) #Dave #Matute household

8. Trivago starts a party at his house in the absence of his guardians

#Trivago#Bloom household

9. Agrippo on a normal school day taking photos

#Agripo#Dahlia household

10. Bob complains to Red about being exhausted

#Bob#Red

11. Matthew splashing around in puddles of water

#Matthew #Johnson household

12. After reconciling, Josh and his girlfriend Anna move out of the apartment with their friends Kim and Gary to live on a farm.

#Anna #Kim #Josh #Gary (Magnet)

13. Caresse watches television while eating cookies

#Caresse #Dahlia household

14. Luz Consuelo goes out to buy food

#Luz Consuelo #Melton household

15. Kimmy Chad and Gavin sitting around a campfire

#Kimmy #Chad #Gavin

16. Jenna, Mirah, Jacob and Aleki

#Jenna #Mirah #Jacob #Aleki #Latu household

17. Eva, Andrej and their daughter Marta #Eva #Andrej #Marta

18. Dalton gets engaged to Marissa

#Marissa #Dalton #Serrano household

19. Zarel accompanies Catrina for exercise

#Zarel #Cordero household #Catrina

20. Jun Seo sings at karaoke

#Jun Seo

21. Misa her boyfriend Tomeo and Kyoung eating in the patio of their house

#Misa #Tomeo #Kyoung #Hardy household

22. Vicky, Francisco and Marissa enjoying the summer

#Vicky #Francisco #Marissa #Serrano household

23. Rikako and Junior eat ice cream in the patio of their house

#Rikako #Junior #Levitt household

24. Bonus. Vicky, Francisco's girlfriend, Francisco and Marissa, Francisco's sister.

New sims and more stories next year. See you soon. 🤓👋🏽 Happy new year.🎊🎉

#Vicky #Francisco #Marissa #Serrano household

[lestappenforever]

Hey Mona!! How are you?? Happy F1 return to all of us who celebrate 🎊

Sorry to bother you with this, but do you happen to know the name of the person in charge of communications at RB?? Like their PR manager or something like that? I found the ones from Ferrari but it’s been hell trying to find it (the downside of writing fanfics😭) 🙏🏻💞

Hello lovely, and happy F1 return to you! ❤️ I'm so excited for the season to start.

I think it's Vicky Lloyd? Unless you're referring to someone else. She's Head of Internal Communications.

[anna-tariel]

Happy birthday Vicky!!!!! 🎊🎉

Thank youuuu!💙🫶🏻

[elennemigo]

FELIZ CUMPLE VICKY!! Wish you have the best day! 🎊🎊🎊🎈🎈🎈

Happy birthday to me!

[risingphoenix761]

Happy birthday, @letsby! 🎊🎉🎊

You're kind, talented, and funny as hell, and my dash is a better place with you on it. My love for JDM and RDJ has only grown, thanks to you, and I suspect it'll keep growing. I still don't know how you really feel about puns, but you take the time to tag me in them, and I feel seen and understood. 😂 I hope you're having a fantastic day, and that this year is a good one! I never know what to put in birthday cards, so here! Have some gifs!

[bananayoshimoto]

happy new year angie !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🥳🥳🎉🌟💖💐💕🕯💗💞🪕🌠💫🎋

hiiiii hello vicky my beloved thank you very much and right back at you one more time❣️💕🎊💖💘💗🥂💕❣️💌💝🌟🎉💞💘🥳💖💫

[heavenboy09]

Happy Birthday 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 To You

The Naturally Charismatic & Ruggedly Good Handsome Iconic Academy Award Winning Spanish 🇪🇸 Actor Of Spain

Bardem was born on 1 March 1969 in Las Palmas de Gran Canaria, in the Canary Islands, Spain. His mother, Pilar Bardem (1939–2021), was an actress, and his father, José Carlos Encinas Doussinague (1931–1995), was the son of a cattle rancher.

He is a Spanish actor. He won the Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor for his performance as assassin Anton Chigurh in the Coen Brothers' western drama film No Country for Old Men (2007). Bardem has been nominated for the Academy Award for Best Actor for playing Reinaldo Arenas in Before Night Falls (2000), a criminal with cancer in Biutiful (2010), and Desi Arnaz in Being the Ricardos (2021).

A son of actress Pilar Bardem, he first became known for such Spanish films as Jamón jamón (1992), Boca a boca (1995), Carne trémula (1997), Los lunes al sol (2002), and Mar adentro (2004). He has since starred in Woody Allen's romantic drama Vicky Cristina Barcelona (2008), Sam Mendes's James Bond spy film Skyfall (2012), Terrence Malick's drama To the Wonder (2013), Darren Aronofsky's horror film mother! (2017), Asghar Farhadi's mystery drama Everybody Knows (2018), Denis Villeneuve's science fiction film Dune (2021), and Disney's live-action remake The Little Mermaid (2023).

Bardem has been married to actress Penélope Cruz since 2010. In January 2018, Bardem became the ambassador of Greenpeace for the protection of Antarctica.

PLEASE WISH THIS ICONIC & NOW LEGENDARY WELL KNOWN & DISTINGUISHED SPANISH ACTOR SINCE ANTONIO BANDERAS, A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊

YOU KNOW HIM & SO DO ALL THE LADIES. SETTLE DOWN LADIES, HE'S SPOKEN FOR 😆

HIS MOVIES ARE NOW VERY WELL KNOWN & WELL AS HIS ICONIC ROLES

& HE HAS SUCH A WAY WITH WORDS WITH THAT ACCENT OF HIS.

THE 1 & ONLY

MR. JAVIER ÁNGEL ENCINAS BARDEM 🇪🇸

HAPPY 55TH BIRTHDAY 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 TO YOU MR. BARDEM🇪🇸 & HERE'S TO MANY MORE YEARS TO COME

#JavierBardem #NoCountryForOldMen #EatPrayLove #SkyFall #PiratesOfTheCarribeanDeadMenTellNoTales #Dune #LyleLyleCrocodile #TheLittleMermaid #DunePartII

[nikirishimura]

800 notes??? from a small acc?? aaa thank you!!! <333

Learn from the Best. (s.jy.)

roommate!jake sim x bi!reader

summary: jake arrives at your shared apartment where he accidentally and (un)fortunately makes eye contact with you as you eat out another woman <33

genre: roommates to lovers (?), two idiots who don't know what they are to each other trope, slight angst, suggestive scenes, smut.

warnings: eating out, slight voyeurism, body worshiping, sub!jake, virgin!jake, experienced!reader, oral sex, unprotected sex. no threesome </33 for now 👀 (5k words)

a/n: hii!! dropping this here on the last day of pride month because why not <33 i barely see fxf smut here on kpop tumblr so i decided to make one. don’t forget to leave a like!! pls do send me ur feedbacks thru the comments! reblogs are very much welcome and encouraged !! thank you so much!! enjooooy

"okay, i'm gonna need some context with this one." jake announces as he closes the door in his room.

you see your roommate's gaze with a hint of judgment as he eyes your figure in front of the full-length mirror in the living room of your shared apartment; one hand hiking your shirt up to your left bosom, the other hand slightly squeezing it.

"babe, please be a deer and help me out." you speak without batting an eye at him.

"again, context please." you could hear his voice almost shaky.

"i'm looking for a bruise. please help me look" you state rather nonchalantly.

"uh- i– oh, okay. yeah, well. hang on a sec." jake tries so hard not to stammer but fails terribly.

in what world would anyone think that this casual request from you is far from creepy and weird? then again, you wouldn't consider this kind of occurrence unusual since you and jake have done almost everything together ever since the shy boy from your 21st Century Literature class moved in with you. to other people, however, this is not the norm. especially to your friends who you would expect to be the most understanding. they'd often tease you both and leave suggestive remarks when you act like every other couple ever to exist. well, you guess that might be the thing. you and jake are not a couple. but so what? you live together because rent isn't, at all, cheap. and also, you revel in the thought of having such eye candy of a roommate.

you eat together because you live together. you wash the dishes together. you do your grocery together. you brush your teeth together. you watch your favorite netflix series together and then snuggle up on the couch to relax after a long, tiring day, because then again: cohabitation and simply, just why not? it's all part of the cycle now. living with jake has become a fundamental part of your life at uni that you never think of spending a day without him. every once in a while, you think about all of this in an attempt to rationalize your social relationship with your roommate, whatever your common friends might think it actually is. well, you did once cuddle half-naked on a winter night.. or maybe twice. but that's not the point right now.

"what exactly do you want me to do," jake moves closer behind you to "see" the situation.

you finally let go of your boobs and face him, your other hand still clutching your shirt for him to see.

"touch it." you say, oh-so casually. "feel it. i need to know if there's a bruise."

"wouldn't you know if you had one?" he asks, obviously confused at what you are making him do.

"it's painful and i need to know exactly where it is."

"there. this part," he grabs your hand for you to feel it yourself as he gently caresses the blue-ish green spot on the left side of your left chest.

"damn it. now i'm gonna have to get it checked." you loosen the grip on your shirt and jake realizes that he still has his hand inside.

he slightly panics but instead of letting go, he freezes for a bit and you laugh at his reaction.

"what, you haven't touched a boob before?"

he stutters and before he could even speak, you jokingly say, "well there you go, you already held mine. you’re welcome." while sending a wink his way. you know how you affect him. the blush on his face becomes evident, the small smile on his lips also giving it away.

"what exactly happened?" querying as he plops down beside you on the couch.

"i was extremely late and rushed so i hit my side on the doorknob on the way to class yesterday."

jake bursts out laughing with this information. "how could you be so clumsy and so dumb at the same time?"

"hey that's not very nice." you punch him lightly on his chest.

"well i was nice enough to check your boobs for you."

"please, if anything i did you a favor." you retort smirking.

"and you tell me i'm the mean one?" letting out a scoff before giggling.

the both of you stay there for a while, just basking in on the quiet.

"so, listen." you try to break the silence, rubbing the tip of your thumb just above the palm of his hand. he doesn't know exactly what it is he's feeling but he's certain that he's never felt this before. though the semantics are unclear, he's never felt anything quite like this before you.

'maybe heeseung was right,' he says to himself, 'maybe i shouldn't have agreed to this.' he shakes his head a bit as if this will make his thoughts go away and turns to you. "what?" he replies.

you stare at each other, once again, and you feel yourself mentally getting sucked into the universe of his eyes that holds the brightest of stars. almost mirroring what jake did just mere seconds ago, you jerk your head off in the subtlest way possible. you like jake but you dislike him at the moment so you guess that cancels it out. just when you were getting carried away once again, you remember that just a couple of weeks prior, he was entertaining other people too.

"i'm not gonna be home until past midnight tonight." you begin, not breaking eye contact.

"oh," he sounded rather disappointed and he wasn't trying to hide it. "so no movie marathon for tonight. why?"

"well, i'm meeting with a.. friend." you look away.

"but, i'm still not sure.” you immediately follow, “there might be a change of plan, we'll see." trying your hardest not to seem like you're gauging your decisions based on his reactions.

"why does it feel like you're waiting for my permission or something?" making it clear that you're not as sly as you think you are and that he's nearing annoyance. he was laughing but you know he’s not, in the slightest, happy.

“i’m not.” wide eyed, taken aback, you get up. “anyway, i guess i’ll catch you later.” leaving your friend a bit stunned at the exchange.

and for a split second, you face eye to eye with a hypocrite in the mirror. it wasn’t fair to cancel plans with jake just because he was seeing other people and you were being petty about it. afterall, you had your fair share of booty calls and flings, too.

—

“you know what, i’m done. whatever this is. i don’t want it anymore.” jake huffs and marches outside the classroom as sunghoon and heeseung followed suit.

“are you talking to us or practicing that for y/n?”

one of the taller boys asks.

“what?”

“well, it seems like it’s more of you saying that to yourself than to anybody.” the oldest says.

“it’s just, she makes me insane sometimes, do you know that?” and like a sitcom, jake’s friends look at each other and nod at the same time.

“stop stating the obvious. okay, look. you’re in love with y/n.” heeseung points out with both of his hands dramatically. “why can’t you just say that?” a sigh of resignation leaving his mouth.

“BECAUSE!…” his voice turns into a whisper, “i already like her even before moving in with her! don’t you think that’s creepy?? i definitely think she would find me creepy. besides, i can’t! the statute of limitations has run out.” the younger pleads.

“boy, you’re an idiot.” sunghoon proclaims. “if y/n was my roommate, i would’ve slept with her the first night.”

“good thing she’s not, or else you would’ve been in jail.” jake retorts.

“or she would,” heeseung counterclaims. “she would’ve beaten sunghoon then and there.

“anyway, can we stop talking about hypotheticals. i’m in a fucking dilemma right now and i need answers.”

“all of this would be so easy if you just tell her how you actually feel.”

“then potentially lose her as a… perfectly good roommate??” jake tries to reason.

rolling his eyes, “or you could forever yearn and shut up about it.” the youngest has had enough.

“it’s like we’re always pushing and pulling, you know. all these mixed signals and the shit that we do that we all know isn’t what ‘just platonic friends’ do.”

heesung cackles at this and in a mocking voice, “‘platonic friends’ as if you are the opposite. you ARE platonic friends. it’s not like you guys are fuck buddies.”

“i’m not an idiot. i know when someone’s trying to be romantic with me.”

“also, she was sorta asking for permission earlier if she could hang out with a friend or something like that.” jake adds.

“i just feel like i’m being pushed to the side like some back up plan that if they don’t work out, she has something to come back to.”

"eh? didn't you go out with her friend last month?" heeseung asks, baffled at jake's words.

"yeah, well, it was a friendly date. we didn't even hook up." he tries to defend himself to which the oldest responds with another sigh and an eye-roll.

"then that makes you both an idiot." sunghoon chides.

—

on the other side of the campus, you find yourself sulking in the middle of an occupied and busy cafeteria accompanied by your close friend, jay.

"i think i'm gonna fuck someone later," you come to a conclusion with your thoughts.

jay gives you a concerned look. "so instead of facing your feelings, you decide to engage in some carnal activity to deflect."

you can only shrug your shoulders at that. “when you’re stressed, you need to unclench sometimes, you know.”

“so, who is this someone?” tired of dealing with your rhetoric, your friend interrogates you instead.

“just a friend..”

“is that friend named ‘Sim Jaeyun’?”

“lol no. he’s acting weird lately. i keep sending hints of starting sexual relations but it seems like he’s not interested.” you roll your eyes and continue, “then i heard about him going out with a friend of mine recently. i couldn’t care less, like at all.”

jay raises an eyebrow. “which friend?”

“i don’t know. like i said, i don’t care.”

he wasn’t having any of your sass, not today. “sounds like you do.” he stands up and pats you on the back. “i’ll see you around. i have a date so i need to get away from your ugly energy as far away as possible.” he says laughing.

“then what am i supposed to do the whole afternoon?” you begin to sulk and complain even more.

“get fucked? i don’t know? text your sneaky link or whatever. i’ll call you after my date!” he winked and marched away.

—

smacking noises and heavy panting can be heard over your side of the apartment. two beautiful girls somewhat fighting for dominance over a battle of the tongue.

you pushed stephanie on the door of your bedroom, kissing her in the process. stephanie, your most recent fuck buddy. the sex was so good you even considered getting settled and making your relationship official at one point had she not been screwing around with other people when you were still flirting.

“sorry, i said we’d go out tonight but i just couldn’t wait to taste you.” you say in between kisses. hands snaking up and down her body.

“i don’t mind,” she kissed you back, even more fervently than you did. “i love it when we do this.”

pulling her by the hips, you position your leg between her thighs, knees putting pressure on her clothed core. “then why’d we stop?”

“huh?” she moans, eyebrows furrowed, her mouth already open from the pleasure that you’re giving her.

“i don’t know what your talking about— fuck!” she could barely talk as you pulled her hair down from the back giving your lips access to her neck.

“you were seeing someone else, weren’t you?” even though you’re not actually jealous, you still make it seem like you were. possessiveness turns her on more than anything, and you know it. she thrives on the attention, even if her loyalty gets compromised, or lack thereof.

she grabs your arms and flips both of you, pinning you up against the wall. she likes to assert dominance and so you let her. trying to get laid as soon as possible. “don’t talk to me like that. only i can talk down on you.” grabbing your cunt and caressing you through your leggings.

you don’t always like getting dominated but when she does it, it turns you on big time. you feel a gush of wetness pool in your panties as she sucks hickeys on your chest.

“god i fucking missed you.”

“oh yeah? show me how much you missed me then.”

holding steph on the neck, you give her an open mouthed kiss, the wet string connecting your lips make up for all those seconds you move away to catch your breath. you grab her by the waist, guiding the both of you towards the bed.

“i don’t think we will be needing this anymore,” straddling her as you remove her tank top only to reveal that she wasn’t wearing any bra all along. typical steph. “fuck, you’re so sexy. i’m gonna make you feel so good tonight.”

—

“fuck! god yes!” high pitched moans echoing throughout the hallway.

“you like that, baby?” almost inaudible but you still ask, knowing damn well the answer.

“fuck yes. please don’t stop,” stephanie squirmed and pleaded.

you continue to finger her, sticking two fingers in and out her hole, wet noises replacing the silence.

“yes. right there. oh god,” she whines, feeling a knot in her stomach. tight grip on your locks, forcing your face closer to her wet folds.

she was basically screaming at this point. after minutes of edging, you decide to finally give in and give her what she’s been aching for.

sucking on her clit, licking and spitting as you fuck your middle and ring finger inside her, faster… harder… deeper… you could feel her walls getting tighter and tighter each time.

“please don’t stop. shit”

“hng fuck i think i’m cumming–”

later that day, jake goes home dejected and confused. in all honesty, he tried playing this game with you thinking that his feelings would go away, and boy did that backfire. he no longer wanted to be that awkward and nervous boy every time he’s near you and so he decided to seek “help” from one of your friends,

‘stephanie?’

as your friend rides her orgasm, you lock eyes with the man you least wanted to see right now. jake probably heard the fiasco coming from your room when he entered the hallway and came in unannounced to check what was going on. it didn't register to him what was happening until it was too late.

here you are, in all your form and glory, lapping the juices of another woman, who came inside your mouth and creamed all over your fingers. sucking all what’s left as you continue to keep eye contact with your roommate. you couldn’t help it. you know it’s wrong and he knows it’s wrong but something felt right in between your legs at that exact moment.

stephanie was oblivious to the whole exchange as she had her back facing your door the entire time. coming down from her high, she lay down from exhaustion. but as she opened her eyes, she was surprised by the man’s upside down figure from her perspective. a smile immediately pops in her face, bolting up to face him. “jake!” she greets her.

“stephanie?” the shock in his voice was louder than any of the sound you were making literally seconds ago.

“wait, you know her?” you ask jake. looking back at the naked women below you, “you know him?”

"well yeah? who do you think was i seeing when i ghosted you for a month?" stephanie announces rather nonchalantly.

"saw! we saw each other one time, steph." jake interjects, somehow feeling the need to defend himself from you.

a response that clearly triggered her to which stephanie raises her eyebrows to, "and did you forget to mention the fact that we were sexting almost every night? or are you keeping that from y/n too?"

you couldn't believe the situation unraveling right in front of you. getting sick to your stomach, you quickly get dressed and excuse yourself from the people you're beginning to doubt if you actually knew all along. you couldn't stand being in the same air with your “friends,” who, right now, was treating you like a throwaway. one did not only use you, but also betrayed your trust. and the other whom you thought was your best friend, was lying to your face for a month.

"i'm out. since you didn't want to fuck me, i fucked your girlfriend instead." placing her fingers under his chin, stephanie attempted to give jake a chaste kiss in the mouth but he looked in your direction instead. kinda poetic, you thought. he was dodging her and reaching out to you. eyes trying to communicate but all you see is shallowness.

what stephanie said only confirmed your hunch. she was only using you.

you wanted to curse at jake for putting you in such a complicated situation but all you could do was heave a disappointed sigh and sneer at him, making your way towards the bathroom.

it seems like all the odds were in jake's favor tonight, a call ringing from his phone was just the cherry on top of this disaster. it was sunghoon and heeseung on the other line.

"not now. i need to talk to y/n." with zero protests, they hung up, chanting "finally."

—

banging on the bathroom door, jake screams for your name.

“NOW WHAT?” bare and all drenched, you yank the door handle to your side.

“we need to talk.” as jake walks past you to enter the private space.

“jake what the fuck. i’m literally in the shower right now.” hiding behind the useless glass wall to somehow form a barrier between the two of you.

“i know” jake removes his shirt as he joins you on the other side.

“what’s up with you and stephanie?” he started, turning on the shower.

“what’s up with you and stephanie, jake? you’re the one who went out with her, sexting her behind my back?” poking at his chest to get your point across.

“you guys had sex!” at this point he was all up in your face.

“that doesn’t answer my question!”

“i asked you first! so? do you like her?” crossing his arms trying to intimidate you.

“so i fucked her, that doesn’t mean i’d go out and date her.”

“yeah, right. ‘cause things don’t work like that for you. you fuck everyone else but the person you have feelings for, right? is that why you don’t have sex with me?”

“you’re insufferable!” the audacity of this man, after sneaking out behind your back, he dares accuse you of having feelings for him? you don't even bother to contemplate if it was true or not. no. right now, this is only a matter of pride to you.

“and no, i can definitely fuck you right now.” ego speaking first before your brain.

“then do it. unless you’re all bark and no bite?” was jake actually taunting you?

all thoughts out the window, you finally close the distance between you and him. kissing him softly and he eventually does the same. it was light and nonsexual, despite the two of you being naked. you never expected this, any of this, even though you've been wanting to make out with him, or even maybe fuck him for so long. what was holding you back? what was holding him back? or was it who? that was a lie though, you did expect this to happen, and it did. just not exactly the way you wanted.

you try to back away but he doesn't let you, pulling you even closer, wrapping his arms around your body. he kisses you deep and slow this time. it's passionate, unlike the first time, seeming to have found a rhythm that suited both of you. lips dancing with each other, tongues fighting one another, and hands moving on places you yearned for since that one winter night you cuddled for the first time. so this is what it feels like; being touched like you've never been before. or were you just giving him too much credit for being touch deprived the whole night? you didn't care. you wanted this anyway.

the longer you share your breaths, the stronger his ministrations on your body become. pushing you all the way against the wall. this sparked something in you. something you wished you had felt much earlier just so you could've avoided all the mixed signals, emotional attachment issues and even the drama that transpired tonight. finally letting go, no more questions in your mind. just one.

“you’re such a brat, aren’t you? and a slutty one at that. being so desperate. pulling shit like this just to get laid.”

"just to clear things up, i turned down stephanie. i couldn't think of sleeping with anyone else but you."

"ahh. so you're really a virgin, huh." you voiced sarcastically. "and why do you suddenly feel like explaining to me?" finally stroking his hard on.

you’ve never heard such groans this low and breathy. "well first, you asked, and i never meant to make you feel betrayed. i-" he stopped.

"you what..?" stopping your movement altogether. this elicited a whine from him.

"i just wanted some experience." he looked down, fidgeting his fingers down your skin. he, somewhat, looked in pain.

"and you really think sexting will get you there? jake, please, you could've just hit me up and said "hey i'm really horny right now, are you down to fuck?" or something like that." you scoffed.

pushing his body down to yours, he asks, "well? are you down to fuck right now?"

you give him a small smile and a chuckle.

"no."

slipping from his grasp, you exit the shower and laugh at him. "maybe.. if you gain my trust again"

not sure whether or not to follow you, jake was caught in another dilemma once again. classic.

"jesus christ, come here!" you shout from outside.

—

“tell me, baby boy. what do you want?” pushing jake to sit on the edge of his bed. your right leg anchored to one of his sides, giving him a better view of your naked cunt.

those once innocent eyes now holding nothing but lust. he looked at you through his lashes before placing wet kisses on your stomach. “i want you.” he said, “i want this” hand tracing from the lower part of your navel to your lips down there.

you instinctively throw your head back, locking your fingers through his hair.

he started moving his fingers back and forth your wet slick, parting your folds, drawing circles on your clit.

“do you want to eat mommy out?” you caress his cheek with your thumb. he nods, enthusiastically.

“will you teach me?” your eyes widen at this. ‘cute’ you think to yourself, ‘how innocent.’

“lie down for me,” you instructed to which he immediately obliged. “make me cum and you earn my trust back, deal?”

panting, chest rising up and down, you can tell his heart is beating fast but he accepts the challenge nonetheless.

you begin to straddle his chest. bending down to wipe the stray hair on his forehead, you give him one last kiss on the lips before sitting on his face.

“remember how you made out with me in the shower? now i want you to do that again, but this time on my pussy.”

using your middle and forefinger, you spread your folds for jake to devour. he started with small kisses that eventually turned into a full blown make out session. you grind your hips as you feel pleasure consuming the rest of your body.

“fuck, just like that, baby.” you never forget to praise him during the process. the unexpected pet name sending butterflies to his stomach. he began taking matters in his own hands, literally, when he drew circles on your clit using his thumb once again, tongue threatening to poke inside your hole every once in a while. you feel a knot forming at the pit of your stomach.

“ugh- don’t stop,” you whined, warning him that you’re close. he then sucked on your clit, replacing his tongue with two fingers. curling them in and out of you. “faster, please” you cried out, grinding harder and abusing his mouth. he then felt a gush of wetness come out of your hole as you let out a high pitched yell. the movement of your hips slows down as you chase your high. but jake didn’t stop with this, edging you close to overstimulation. “fuck, stop!” you remove yourself from his face and plop down next to his side.

you could see the smirk growing on his stupid lips and you could only roll your eyes at this. “now don’t get too cocky on me, mr.”

he laughs, “i’m not.” getting up and placing his body on top of yours. “this just means that you trust me again.” and you scoffed.

“you’re so beautiful, y/n.” giving your left nipple kitten licks while massaging the other to give fair treatment. “does it still hurt?”

“what?”

“your bruise.” tracing it ever so gently.

“i can barely even feel if it’s still there” you raise your head to look at where he’s pertaining to.

“well maybe we should give you more.”

he places open mouth kisses on your chest. sucking and nibbling on your delicate skin as he reached your neck. teeth grazed on your sensitive spot, eliciting a loud moan from you. he knew he found your sweet spot. he then positioned himself between your legs, as his thigh got in contact with your core, he noticed that you’re starting to get wet again. “am i that good?”

“don’t flatter yourself. you still have a lot to learn from me,” snaking your hands on the nape of his neck, pulling him in for another kiss. how you longed for this exact moment. “fuck me, jakey.”

he lets out another shaky breath at this. never getting used to your spontaneity, something about his virginity turning you on even more.

you stroke his dick some more to get him hard enough to enter you, “where do i cum?” he asks, oh-so innocently.

“i want your seed inside me. and don’t you dare hold back. fuck me like this will be your last, understood?” reassuring him that you’re on the pill.

he took this as a sign to slowly slide his member in your dripping mess. only getting used to the tight feeling, he was barely able to bottom out.

“fuck wait, if i move again i’m afraid i’ll cum straight away.”

you yank his hair, biting on his lower lip a little too harshly, “you can’t come unless i say so.”

“now move.” you spoke with a tone of demand.

he moves his hip back and forth, eyes shut, mouth agape trying hard to focus. dick slipping in and out, pelvises touching each thrust. you stare into his orbs, once again getting sucked into the universe that holds it. you feel a slight pang in your chest, guilt taking over. he only did what he's done because of you. only you. and you tried to get back at him for nothing.

he removes the legs wrapped around his torso and slings them up his shoulders instead. a power move that came to you as a surprise. just moments ago, you thought of making love with him but clearly he has other things in mind; one thing, and that's to fuck you senseless.

with the new found position, he began hitting a pleasurable spot inside you. your walls unconsciously clenching around him, triggering climax. “yes, fuck! right there baby. i’m close–” you announced.

“fuck i can’t hold much longer!” holding on to your hips, nails digging through the skin. sure to leave crescent-shaped traces until the next morning. his thrusts became faster and harder.

“let go, baby” you kiss him, deeply. as orgasm hits you once again, your legs start to shake, back arches and muscles twitch. the sound of skin slapping and muffled moans echoing the whole apartment. you feel spurts of liquid filling your walls as jake’s eyes roll back, his mouth unlatches from you. his orgasm hitting his whole body like a huge wave.

“my god.” he utters, almost out of breath. wrapping his arms around your waist after removing his body on top of you.

“why?” you look at him, a smile threatening to pop on his face

“just. wow.” he claims, you forgot for a second that this was actually his first time.

“my poor, innocent boy.” your palm drawing random circles on his chest. “we’re going to change that, yeah?”

his brows raised as his eyes widened.

“as much as i like you getting cute and shy and all that, i can’t help wondering what you’d be like if you dominated me in bed.” a smirk forming on your lips.

you don’t wait for him to answer, rolling on your side as you pull his arm closer to you. “what? it’s not like you’re new to cuddling as well.” you look back at him with a content smile on your face.

post nut clarity was usually filled with regret but this time is a bit different, you hope. actually considering getting vulnerable with him, but maybe some other time, so you just let him spoon you instead as he happily placed his head on the crook of your neck.

you lock eyes through one of the mirrors on the wall of his bed. arms wrapped around your body, one hand massaging your breast. at least, now, in this position, he knows not to ask for context.

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