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lol arthur realizes with the other knights after watching merlin flirt and being hit with a wave of deja vu: holy shit you asked me out
merlin and the rest of the knights around a campfire after leaving a village bc lancelot and leon somehow started a brawl in the tavern: ???
arthur points at merlin: after valiant! you asked me to buy you a drink! you were asking me out!
merlin is busy cooking dinner and confused out of his fucking mind: what???âŚ..valiantâŚ.oh the knight with the snakes.
gwaine who was slightly tipsy now stone cold sober and sitting up straight against a tree: wait. explain. what do you mean merlin asked you out??
arthur snaps his fingers as he recalls the memory: i apologized for sacking you and you said that if i bought you a drink weâd be even.
merlin now remembering how he had stumbled into camelot, picked a fight with a pigheaded bully which quickly turned homoerotic and flirtatious, and continued their teasing-flirting for days before merlin shot his shot and asked the prince out only to be rejected: oh yeah, i forgot i did thatâŚ..wait, you mean you didnt realize what i was asking?
arthur: no?? we argued everyday, how was i supposed to realize you were asking me out??
merlin now abandoning the dinner and staring across the camp at arthur while the rest of the knights watch their back and forth like a game of tennis: to you we were arguing, to me that was very much flirting. i thought you were flirting back so i decided to ask you. then you rejected me
arthur, mentally beating his past self up for fucking up their chance: i didnât reject you!!! i just didnât realize what you were asking me. how was i meant to? we fought every chance we got
leon, nudging elyan, glee and excitement riling through him: its happening!!! its finally happening!!! seven long, grueling years is finally paying off!!!
merlin, realizing the misunderstanding and acknowledging the fact that he wasnât rejected, his flirtations just werenât noticed - realizing he still has a chance: ohâŚoh i see. arthur, my dear, our fights were extremely flirtatious. need i remind you of what you said? âdo you know how to walk on your knees? would you like me to teach you?â or âi could take you apart with one blowâ
arthur, mental capabilities at an all time low: mâŚmy dearâŚ.?????????
merlin grinning devilishly as he realizes that his flirtatious persona he had hidden away after falling head over heels for arthur can make a come back: that is what i called you. should i call you something else? sayâŚmine?
percival gags in elyanâs ear: cheesy
elyan hides a laugh: at least theyâre finally getting somewhere. better than the hopeless pining
arthur, flushed from head to toe: ah uh no um im uh
merlin thoroughly enjoying himself: oh come now, your majesty. use your words.
#meanwhile leon is praying his thanks to every god and goddess above for their mercy#his pain and suffering is so over#merlin is going IN on arthur who is red as fuck#gwaine is enjoying himself immensely#lancelot pulls out popcorn to watch the two idiots finally get their acts together#flirty merlin x flustered arthur#i think yes#listen. merlin lived in ealdor. a small village of maybe thirty people - four or five being his own age#he was thrilled to be in camelot and have new faces and people to meet#he was definitely the village tease or flirt or whatever#he was gonna be a rake in camelot but unfortunately managed to fall hopelessly in love with the prince of camelot#he burned his dreams of being a rake in exchange for arthur#the issue? arthur rejected his advances. next issue? merlinâs feelings remained and grew#so merlin is a lovesick puppy for a prince who doesnt feel the same and he cant find it in himself to look at anyone else bar a few cases#he and lancelot def slept together at least once. him and gwaine tumbled into bed a few times together#but his heart always belonged to arthur he just never imagined hed get a chance to let his affection be known#now that he knows arthur never knew of his intentions in the first place and was quick to deny he rejected him#merlin is more than happy to let that part of his personality come back and terrorize arthur is a way he hadnt been able to before#hes living his best life rn#bbc merlin#merlin emrys#arthur pendragon#merthur#knights of the round table#fanfiction ideas#prompts#headcanon
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nyc appointment 2day!! as always i fucking hate having to go alone bc it takes forever and i get very tired....but!! i'm gonna get my shit done and be very proud of myself for it đ maybe i'll grab myself a nice coffee as a treat đ
#i always freak out about going to the city on my own like a week in advance#and then the day comes and i just dont give a shit anymore LOL now im just like tired and waiting for it to be done#better than being anxious !!!!#and i get to see a new pain management team today which is exciting !!!!#idk if theyll even change anything but its nice to be set up w them#chatter#round 2
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Can us "older folks" get rid of "older body" pains & aches?
Is it even possible to get rid of this older body pains and aches we all having? It is easier than you think. Read here...
Hey there, folks! Guess what? Iâve been knee-deep in getting the PLUS system all spick and span for its grand debut on October 1st, and I just couldnât keep this juicy tidbit to myself. Now, brace yourselves, because the big cheese of this shiny new system is none other than pain management. Yep, weâre talking about those creaky joints, moody muscles, and those arthritis twinges that seem toâŚ
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If you love Disney, its parks, its media, and its merch, listen up.
So I work for Disneyland, and we are talking about striking very soon. So soon, in fact, that we've been hosting rallies just outside of the parks. Yesterday was the 69th birthday of Disneyland Anaheim... it was also a monumental rally.
I haven't seen anyone on tumblr talking about the impending strikes against Disney. Not even going through the Disney tags or searching tumblr for "Disneyland Strike."
Let's talk about why we're striking:
Cost of living in the immediate SoCal region is nearly 2x as much as we are getting paid.
Cast members that have worked for the company for long periods of time are still paid as mucha s new hires.
Disney has showed up to union negotiations with insulting offers, including at 25 cent raise. Most cast members make $19.90
Disney rarely schedules you. In some areas and departments, you are fighting with your fellow cast members for hours. I have heard of cast members who are only scheduled for 1 4-hour shift per week. Many of those cast members have upwards of an hour commute to and from work.
Disney Admin has told attractions castmembers [so: rides, rollercoasters, and anything fun you get to do and see at the parks] that we are losing them money, which is why they refuse to schedule us and pay us. In the words of my partner, who also works at the parks, Disney without attractions is an over glorified mall and a food court. Disney needs us, and they know it, but they do not respect us.
Disney has an unfair attendance policy. It can be very difficult to get a needed day off, even when it has been requested weeks or months in advance. When you do take a day off [with-out accrued sick or vacation time] it counts against you. You can have 3 a month, 6 in 90 days, 9 in 180 days, or 12 in a year. How do you accrue sick/vacation? Hours worked, which can be impossible with the scheduling practices mentioned above. (Most cast members trade shifts among themselves to get around this.)
Cast members feel unsafe and unsupported in the parks. Many cast members have felt threatened by entitled guests upset that they are following policy. Disney Leads and Managers have to say yes to these guests and make things happen, though. [Which only makes this behavior worse and more dangerous for cast members who are only doing their job.]
Cast members also report feeling threatened, or even being literally threatened, by management in the parks. Especially cast members who have a second job. Especially cast members who know their rights.
Further, cast members work in hazardous conditions with pay that does not reflect that. Many cast members report losses of hearing, sore throats, and severe back and shoulder pain. Cast members are also exposed to infectious diseases at a much higher rate.
https://www.sfgate.com/disneyland/article/union-button-contract-dispute-19515296.php?fbclid=IwZXh0bgNhZW0CMTEAAR2u5o_mvU3i6jpIyHxBUZpEzD2GRSKFf5Pem4uRXqa6vKWDgZuffvINd1g_aem_AA1L0fI1phugJIluYMcDSw
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Spinal Cord Stimulator in Indore | Dr Anshul Agrawal
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Understanding Orthopedic Care: Why It Matters
Orthopedics is a medical specialty focused on diagnosing, treating, and preventing conditions affecting the muscles, bones, and joints. This includes bones, joints, ligaments, tendons, and muscles. Whether it's a fracture, joint pain, or a more complex condition like arthritis or osteoporosis, orthopedic care plays a crucial role in restoring mobility and improving the quality of life.
Common Orthopedic Conditions
Fractures and Dislocations: Accidents can lead to bone fractures or joint dislocations, requiring immediate medical attention. Orthopedic surgeons are trained to treat these injuries effectively, ensuring proper healing and rehabilitation.
Arthritis: A condition that causes inflammation of the joints, arthritis can significantly impact daily activities. Orthopedic specialists provide both surgical and non-surgical treatments to manage arthritis symptoms and improve joint function.
Sports Injuries: Athletes often suffer from injuries like torn ligaments, sprains, and fractures. Orthopedic care is essential for quick recovery and preventing long-term damage.
Spinal Disorders: Conditions like herniated discs or spinal stenosis can cause severe pain and limit mobility. Orthopedic experts offer treatments that range from physical therapy to minimally invasive surgeries.
Why Choosing the Right Orthopedic Hospital Matters
Selecting the right orthopedic hospital is crucial for ensuring effective treatment and a smooth recovery. The Best Orthopedic Hospital in Bargarh offers comprehensive services that address a wide range of orthopedic needs, from minor injuries to complex conditions. With advanced diagnostic tools, skilled surgeons, and personalized rehabilitation programs, patients receive exceptional care tailored to their specific needs.
By opting for the best orthopedic facility in Bargarh, patients can trust that they will receive the highest standard of care, provided by experienced professionals dedicated to restoring mobility and alleviating pain.
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Sciatica's sharp pain, numbness, and tingling can make walking a nightmare. ANF TherapyÂŽď¸ offers a drug-free, non-surgical solution to get you back on your feet.
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Wet Dream
lando norris x fem reader
summary: Lando had a wet dream and he needs to take care of it. (1.7k words)
warnings: mdni, + 18, smut, masturbation, fingering, unprotected sex, needy!lando
a/n: this might or might not be inspired solely by this picture. i'm not gonna lie, this is pure smut. i apologise in advance. also i'm sorry for the abrupt ending đ i never know how to finish these. anyway, please send some requests!
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The only thing that could be heard in your shared room were your moans, loud and desperate for a release.Â
You were on top of Lando as he held onto your hips for dear life, his eyes closing as the overwhelming feeling of his incoming orgasm started to grow.Â
âAre you close, baby?â He managed to spit out. He needed to make sure he didnât come before you, so his thumb landed on your clit to bring you closer to the edge. Your moans were intensifying, and god, he loved the look on your face when you were about to come.
He opened his eyes and⌠nothing. Nothing but pure darkness.Â
He looked down at his crotch, only to spot his painful cock making a tent under the blankets. His breathing was heavy, and he was sweating a lot.Â
Fuck.Â
He released the bedsheets he didnât realise he was fisting and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.Â
He looked next to him and spotted you there, peacefully sleeping and completely unaware of the dream he just had.Â
He closed his eyes again, hoping he would be able to ignore his painful cock, but of course he couldnât, because as soon as he closed his eyes, flashes of his wet dream and how undeniably beautiful you looked riding him came back to him.Â
He took another deep breath as he opened his eyes, once again encountering the dark room. His hand was slowly sneaking down the blankets, and when he finally found his bulge, he gave it a hard squeeze for some relief. He let out an involuntary moan, not loud enough so that it would wake you up, but the room was so silent he thought it would.Â
He knew he wouldnât be able to keep it in, so instead of trying to relieve himself right next to you, he knew the right thing would be to go somewhere else and not disturb your sleep.Â
He got up carefully and left the bed, looking back at you, before locking himself in the bathroom.Â
He sat on the closed toilet, pulling down his boxers and finally freeing his aching member. He squeezed it again, and again, and again, before he started stroking it slowly. His grip was firm, and his groans were low as he finally gave it what it so desperately needed.Â
Using his spit and the pre cum leaking from his tip, his strokes got faster, and Lando rolled up his shirt and trapped it between his teeth as he looked down at his hand, his mind trying to replace it with your pretty mouth. With that image in his mind, it got harder to contain his moans.Â
â・° ⎠â・° âŽÂ
You rolled over, expecting to find your boyfriend to cuddle, like you always did. Instead, all you found was an empty spot next to you. It was still warm, so you knew he hadnât been gone for too long.Â
You closed your eyes again, figuring heâd be back in just a moment, but you heard something that made you open them again. A loud breath that you thought could only mean something had happened.Â
You got up immediately, worried as you made your way to the bathroom. But once you were close enough, it clicked. You finally understood what he was doing.Â
You were about to turn around, go back to bed, and pretend like it never happened, figuring he needed some privacy to finish his business, but something between your legs was begging you to help him out and calm down whatever had gotten into him.
â・° ⎠â・° âŽÂ
He was being louder than he intended, but it felt so good he didnât even realise. His shirt was still between his teeth and his eyes now squeezed shut as he tried to bring himself to a sweet release.
His mind was replaying his dream, echoes of both of your moans filling his ears and the vivid image of you on top of him, something he wished he could plaster in his eyelids, until he heard a knock on the door that made him stop what he was doingÂ
âYou okay in there?â He heard you ask from the other side of the door. Shit.Â
âHuh?â Was all he managed to say.Â
âCan I come in?â
âNo!â He was quick to reply, âIâll be right out.â
He couldnât help but be embarrassed, feeling like a teenage boy who was just caught getting off where he wasnât supposed to. He was ready to just go back out and act like he wasnât just jerking off to a dream he just had.
âAre you sure you donât need any help?â You asked. You didnât hear him say anything after that, and you instantly regretted interrupting him. Maybe that was something he needed to do alone. Maybe he needed a release but didnât need⌠you.Â
Those thoughts were interrupted when you heard shuffling inside, followed by footsteps that got louder as he got closer to the door.Â
Lando opened it, his hair messy and his shirt wet from stuffing it in his mouth. âYes, please,â he said with begging eyes.Â
You crashed your lips into him, pulling him back to the bed.Â
âI canât believe you were doing that without me,â you said against his lips.Â
âI didnât wanna bother you.â He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled you into his lap, hands falling on your hips as he brought you closer to him.Â
You moaned when you felt his hard cock against you. âAnd keep this from me?â You asked as you moved your hips.
He bucked his hips involuntarily, the friction feeling delicious against your wet core. You kept moving on top of him as he discarded your sleeping garments, falling somewhere on the floor. You decided to do the same for him, getting rid of his shirt and running your hands up and down his muscles.
Neither of you could control the sounds that were falling from your lips, and yours only got louder when his right hand sneaked between your almost naked bodies to find your folds. He pushed one finger inside you, pumping vigorously.
âMhm, already so wet for me,â he mumbled against your skin, his lips travelling down your neck.
âCouldnât help it, it sounded like you were having fun in the bathroom,â you said, and you could feel a smirk creeping on his lips.
âWell, you drive me crazy even in my dreams.â
âIs that what happened?â
He hummed in response. âYou shouldâve seen how pretty you looked riding me.â
âLetâs make it come true then.â You pushed him on his back and got rid of his last piece of clothing, letting you see how needy his cock was.Â
You admired him for a moment, and you could see him struggling to keep his hands to himself. When you finally decided you were ready, you started crawling to get on top of him, your hands landing on his bare chest.
âReady?âÂ
âIâm always ready for you.â He replies, as sweet as ever. âFuck, youâre so wet and beautiful,â Lando said, holding onto your hips as you began to get comfortable, both of your legs on either side of him. He gave your hips a hard squeeze as you got situated, just like in his dream.
You finally took his cock in your hand, stroking it slowly as you guided it to your dripping hole, a sigh of relief leaving your mouths when you sank down.
He groaned as his grip on your hips tightened when you lifted and sank back down onto him slowly.
âFeels good, baby?â
âSo, so good.â His head fell back into the pillows when you rolled against him, and you couldnât help but smile when he whimpered again. After a moment, he looked up at you. âY/N?â He moaned your name, but it sounded more like a question.
You brushed a stray of his dark curls off his forehead. âYeah?â
He let out another moan, his eyes falling to where youâre connected before meeting your eyes. âFaster, please.â And you listened, you began to ride him faster. âJust like that, baby,â Lando cried out.
You moaned as his dick spread you out. You began to bounce down faster and harder. Lando was losing his mind as he watched you move faster, your nails scratching down his torso. He was filling you so good he had you rolling your eyes to the back of your head every time his cock hit that sweet spot.
âNot gonna last long,â he warned you, his thumb finding your clit without even looking, although his eyes were on you the entire time, all of you, how your pussy looked as it swalowed his cock, how your boobs bounced with every roll of your hips, how your face contortioned in pleasure, and how your mouth fell open to let out the prettiest sounds heâs ever heard. He didnât dare to look away; in case he was dreaming again, he didnât wanna miss a single detail, and letâs face it, he didnât wanna wake up this time.
âIâm close,â you breathed out, your legs burning from riding him, but you didnât care; you only cared about how good he felt inside you.
âCum with me, baby.â Both his hands returned to your hips, gripping them as he planted his feet on the bed to thrust up into you and help you move faster and more aggressively, trying to push you both over your edges.
Your own hand went to rub small circles where you were missing him as your other one fell on his shoulder to hold onto something, and before you knew it, you were coming around him. Your toes curled into the sheets, and your body trembled on top of his, making you fall forward and collapse across his defined chest.
"Fuck,â he whimpered when you squeezed him repeatedly.Â
Lando had to do all the work himself, thrusting his hips upwards to meet yours, because your body wouldnât and couldnât move anymore as your orgasm racked through you. With four hard thrusts to your cunt, his load of cum shot up into your pussy and coated your slick walls.
Your bodies laid together as you both tried to catch your breath. His hand was rubbing your back, and his lips left a kiss on your temple, something he always did after you had sex.
âSo, you had a sex dream?â You asked after a moment of silence. Lando chuckled at your question, kissing your shoulder softly before replying.
âAnd you just made it come true.â
#lando norris#ln4#lando norris x reader#lando norris smut#lando norris imagine#lando norris x y/n#f1#formula 1#lando norris fluff#lando norris fanfic#lando norris x you#giannaln4 writes
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under the influence (l.dh)
PAIRING ⸠stoner!haechan x fem!reader WORD COUNT ⸠11.6k WARNINGS ⸠a hint of dubcon (sheâs timid but very much likes the attention), pervy!dom!haechan, shy!sub!reader, slight dacryphilia, corruption kink, finger sucking, oral (giving & receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, nipple play (receiving), marking, some cum eating, spit play, groping in public, panty stealing & sniffing PLAYLIST ⸠FYS - john concepcion, sweet release - kevin ross NOTES ⸠hii i hope you enjoy! any and all positive feedback is greatly appreciated, so send me an ask if you liked it or let me know in the tags pretty please :)Â
As you press the button to call the elevator, you start to get the jitters. They start in your fingertips and travel up your arms to the back of your neck, making the fine hairs there stand on end, and you shudder slightly, shaking your head in an attempt to do away with the sensation.
The doors open with a ding, and you jump at the sound, making Yeri look over at you in alarm.
âAre you okay?â she asks, worries, and you nod, albeit a bit too quickly and vigorously to be convincing. âWhatâs wrong?â
âNothing,â you say with a frown, and she rolls her eyes exaggeratedly. âNothing!â you insist.
âYouâre a horrible liar,â Karina reminds you, and your frown deepens. âBut if you say so, I guess.âÂ
Relieved, you follow Yeri and Karina into the elevator and lean into the back corner of the shaft, resting your back against where the two walls meet.Â
âWe should watch a movie today,â Karina suggests excitedly, and she and Yeri fall into a discussion that you would join if you werenât busy thinking about Haechan and whatever stunts heâs going to pull today.Â
It takes three calls of your name from Karina and a vigorous shake from Yeri to snap you out of it, and you look at them sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck.Â
âGirl, where do you keep going? Every time I look over at you, youâre in la-la land.â Yeri asks, concerned and amused.
âSorry, I was just⌠thinking.â you mumble.
âWe know that,â Yeri says with a chuckle and roll of her eyes. âThinking about what, hm?â she presses, and you balk.
âSheâs probably thinking about Haechan and what stunts heâs gonna pull today.â Karina supposes, and you frown, upset youâve been caught.
In your defense, Haechan is always up to shenanigans when youâre around; he pulls at your skirt to fluster you, plays with your hair to get your attention, strokes under your chin just to watch your eyes glaze overâyou name it, heâs either done it or is probably thinking about it.
You canât honestly say his advances are unwelcome because, well, youâve had a crush on him for the past six months. But something about him is so intense, so jarringly locked in, that it makes you hesitate, and being the object of his full and undivided attention never fails to make you the shyest version of yourself, and you manage to make a fool of yourself almost every single time you get around him, and you have no idea how youâre going to deal with his antics today.Â
âGirl.â Karinaâs voice cuts through the fog in your brain and you blink hard, focusing on your friendâs concerned expression. âYouâre doing it again.â
âOh. Sorry,â you mutter, rubbing your arm awkwardly. âIâm here, for real.â
As the bell dings and the doors open, the three of you file out of the elevator, walking towards the end of the hall to your destination.
âIf you need help with him, let us know. We can make up a code word!â Karina suggests helpfully, and you smile, endeared by your friendâs attempt to calm your nerves.
âWhat should it be?â you wonder, and she screws her face up thoughtfully.
âBlinker.â Yeri answers, and you both turn to look at her. âIt should be blinker. Like, if heâs getting too close and you canât handle it, you can just say you kinda wanna try hitting a blinker or something like that.â
âThe last time I hit a blinker, I coughed for ten minutes straight and it was the most painful experience of my life.â Karina recalls, grimacing at the memory. âItâs perfect.â
âGreat.â Yeri says, smiling reassuringly at you before the three of you stop in front of the apartment door. Without a second thought, Yeri knocks three times on the door, stepping back to where you two are standing and waits with you for someone to open the door.
It opens a moment later to reveal Haechan standing in the doorway, one hand on the doorframe and the other holding the door, and you wonder how such a simple stance has you short of breath.
He looks at Karina and Yeri, smiling pleasantly, before he locks eyes with you. Slowly wetting his lips, his eyes slowly drag up and down your frame, taking in your outfit and appearance before he meets your gaze once more and drops one eyelid into a flirtatious wink.
âCome on in,â he invites, stepping back to let Karina and Yeri in. When itâs your turn to pass, he moves closer, deliberately blocking part of your way so you have to brush by him to enter, and youâre sure itâs also no coincidence that heâs positioned himself so your chest has to brush against his. You swallow your nerves and continue walking past him, not daring to look back in case heâs looking at you; which, if today is anything like every other day you all hang out, he most certainly is.Â
Shutting the door behind you, Haechan follows after the three of you into the living room, but waits, standing, by the chair where Mark sitsâfor what, you donât know. You wave hello to Mark in his favorite armchair and Jeno on one end of the couch, who greet you pleasantly and resume their tasks of packing the bong and rolling a joint, respectively. Mildly confused but saying nothing at Haechanâs behavior, you take a seat at the other end of the couch, only for Haechan to move at last, crossing the living room to sit directly next to you.
Your throat dries up at the prospect of being so close to him, and you inhale shakily, wanting desperately to roll your eyes back in your head when you catch a whiff of his intoxicating cologne.
Haechan doesnât say anything for a moment, just rests one elbow on his knee and observes you with his cheek in his palm. His expression is nothing short of desiring as he takes in your appearance, your burgundy pleated skirt and short-sleeved cream blouse apparently quite the fascinating little number to him, causing you to shift awkwardly in your seat and self-consciously tug your skirt down a bit.
âRelax,â he chuckles. âIâm staring at you because you look good,â Haechan compliments, eyeing you appreciatively. âYou always look good, though, but today⌠damn.â
You blink at him, stunned by the flirtatious lilt to his voice, and mumble, âOh.â
âOh?â he mimics you, chuckling, and you furrow your brows, frowning at his teasing. His brows lift up as his face brightens with amusement, and he shakes his head slowly with a smile.
âThank you.â you say softly, and he nods, smile widening.Â
âYouâre so cute.â he murmurs, eyes locked on yours. Your eyes dart around, looking everywhere but at him, but he recaptures your attention when he snickers quietly and you meet his gaze to see heâs no longer looking at your eyes, but your lips, and thereâs a distinct longing in his stare that unnerves you and, if youâre honest, piques your curiosity. âDid you make it here okay?â
âYeah,â you mumble quietly, eyes shifting back and forth from his eyes to your lap before you give into temptation and look at his lips, regretting it instantly when they quirk up into a smirk as he catches you looking. âThe bus was basically empty, and it had heating today.â
âMm, thatâs good to hear,â he muses, running his fingers through his hair, and you attempt to hide the way you swallow thickly at the attractive sight. âWe donât want anyone pressing up against such a pretty girl and trying anything sleazy, right?â
âUmâŚâ you trail off, managing to restrain the reply on the tip of your tongue that Haechan is probably the most likely candidate to press up against you and try something sleazy.
â...Right.â he finishes for you, and you nibble your bottom lip.
â...Right.â you echo, and he grins.Â
âSo⌠Do you wanna smoke?â he asks.
âI do,â you confirm shyly, and he smiles slightly, no doubt amused by your nervousness.
âGood girl. Did you wanna hit my pen? Itâs pretty strong.â he offers, and you wonât lieâyour brain blanks for a minute at the praise, but youâre pretty sure you manage to recover just in time for Haechan not to notice anything. Â
âOkay,â you reply hesitantly, and he grins.
âGreatâgive me one second to get something.â he says before standing up and heading to the back of the apartment to his room. You wait fairly patiently, fingers lightly drumming on your knee as you wait for him to return.
âWhatâs up?â Mark asks curiously.
âHaechanâs getting something from his room.â you explain, and Mark nods slowly, lips pursed thoughtfully.
Haechan returns from the back of the apartment after a moment with a new cartridge in his hand. You watch with mild fascination as he deftly switches the cartridges in his pen, taking a test pull and holding it in for so much time, youâd swear heâs trying to show off.
When he looks over at you and winks before blowing it out, your suspicions are confirmed.Â
âThis strain is special,â Haechan murmurs to you, and his eyes drop to your lips as he continues, âitâs a âhornyâ strain.â
âA horny strain?â you mumble, confused, and he nods with a grin.
âIt heightens libido.â he adds, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. âWant some?â
âThatâs not real,â Mark calls out from across the living room, and you crane your head to see him. âThereâs no actual science to back that up.â
Haechan scoffs, rolling his eyes. âNo one signed up for your TEDTalk on weed; save it.â
Mark grumbles something about misinformation being the death of society but remains otherwise silent.
Haechan calls your attention back to him with a simple clearing of the throat, and you look back at him to see his gaze heavy-lidded and sultry as he regards you, and you start to wonder if Mark might actually be the misinformed one.
âWant some?â he repeats his question from earlier, and you hesitate, making him roll his eyes and chuckle. âItâs not gonna bite you.â As you shift closer to take the pen from him, he holds it out of your reach with a glint in his eye. âI might, though,â he murmurs, and you swallow thickly.
He scans your frame, eyes lingering on your almost outstretched hand, and takes a slow, deep pull from the pen, not holding it in for nearly as long before heâs leaning towards you suddenly, making you yelp and draw back.
âRelax,â he mumbles, some of the smoke slipping from his mouth. He cups your chin in his hand and tugs gently to get you to open your mouth before leaning closer, so close that you fear your lips might touch, leading you to attempt to pull back; however, Haechanâs grip on your chin tightens, a clear sign to stay where you are, and he blows the smoke into your mouth slowly. Youâre deeply flustered at first, but your instincts kick in as you inhale the secondhand smoke, holding it in your lungs for a couple of seconds before blowing it back out.
When youâre done exhaling, you expect to pull back, but Haechanâs grip on you hasnât loosened, the male now studying your lips with an intensity in his gaze that gives you a twinge of anxiety and something else you donât have it in you to identify.Â
âYou ever shotgunned before?â he asks softly, and you shake your head as much as his hold on you will allow. âYou did a good job.â
âThanks,â you mumble meekly. âCan you let me go now?â
He rolls his eyes slowly, lips quirking into a cocky grin as he does just that, releasing your chin and sitting back. âIf you say so.â
âThanks,â you mutter quietly, and he flicks his brows upwards in acknowledgement, gaze scanning you before lingering for a moment by the side of your face. âWhat is it?â
âYou have something in your hair,â he says, gesturing to near your ear. When you fail to retrieve the foreign object, he tsks in dissatisfaction before leaning over and gently removing a single white feather from your hair. âProbably from the pillows.â he explains, the backs of his fingers gently grazing your ear as he pulls back. When you squirm away from his touch slightly, the contact too sensitive and ticklish, Haechan chuckles softly. âLook how nervous I make you.â His fingers return to your ear, gently stroking the shell of your ear, and your face blazes with embarrassment and something else as he hums softly. âEven your ear is hot. Do I make you hot anywhere else?â He drops his hand, fingers lightly skimming your upper thigh, and you just about jump out of your skin, cursing internally when you see the delight in his expression.
âThanks for getting the feather out of my hair,â you say in a desperate attempt to navigate the conversation elsewhere, but it seems Haechan isnât quite set on letting you off that easily.
âOh, come on,â he presses, sitting closer to you and leaning so close you can smell his (delicious) cologne. âDonât tell me your heart isnât racing right now.â
It is, you think grimly. Thatâs exactly what Iâm trying to avoid.
âHaechan, leave the poor girl alone,â Karina calls from the other end of the couch, and the momentary waver in Haechanâs attention on you as his eyes dart elsewhere is all you need to scoot further back and smooth your skirt out with a vigorous clearing of your throat.
When Haechan looks back over at you, youâve thankfully managed to regain a semblance of your composure, your gaze politely but pointedly focused at your hands in your lap.
âPretty girl, you want another hit of the pen?â Haechan offers, and you think back to the way Haechan clutched your chin earlier to shotgun you, finally shaking your head in refusal. âOkay,â he relents, reaching into his back pocket for something and frowning before pulling out an empty hand. âI have something for you.â he says before standing up and heading back to his room.
He emerges once more with a half of a red gummy cube sticking out of his mouth, sitting back down on the couch and draping his arm over the back so itâs ghosting just over your shoulders. âBite,â he urges through closed teeth, and you shoot him a wary look. âBite,â he stresses, and you falter, not sure if you should.
âIs it an edible?â you ask cautiously, and he rolls his eyes, an amused chuckle leaving him.Â
âYes. Bite.â Itâs not a request, and instead of getting huffy about him bossing you around, youâre more surprised than anyone else when you lean in and carefully bite the other end of the gummy, tugging your half away from his mouth before chewing it. Itâs sweet and sugary, but thereâs a definite strong aftertaste, a tongue-drying, almost numbing sensation that reminds you it was more than just a little snack. âSee, you donât mind sharing with me, right?â
You donât answer, instead sitting back and pulling out your phone to fire off a quick text to your group chat consisting of the two girls sitting a little ways away from you and your fourth roommate, Yurin, who usually frequents these hangout sessions but had to pass this time to study for midterms.
you [18:11pm] SOS
you [18:11pm] he keeps being all TOUCHY TOUCHY what do i do?
You set your phone down on the couch face down and stand up, heading to the bathroom to calm your nerves.Â
Little do you know, your phone buzzes while youâre gone, Haechanâs curiosity getting the better of him as he flips your phone over.Â
Luckily for him, and very unluckily for you, you donât have a privacy setting on your Messages app notifications, meaning that any incoming texts can be read by any prying eyes, no passcode necessary.
yurin big trouble mister [18:14pm] maybe tell him how you get all TOUCHY TOUCHY with yourself to the thought of him đ
karina bo bina [18:16pm] god could you be any more crass??
yurin big trouble mister [18:17pm] LMAOOO i couldnât help it the joke was right there
yeri berry [18:18pm] youâre laughing. our dear friend is about to get consumed by a weed smoking incubus and youâre laughing.
Haechan snorts to himself in amusement, deliberately leaving your phone face-up for your return. You enter the room shortly after, picking up your phone and scrolling through your notifications with a small frown bordering on a grimace.
âWhatâs got you all upset, pretty?â Haechan asks, feigning curiosity, and you flinch, locking your phone and tossing it in your lap in a panic. âAnd now youâre jumpy, too? Whatâs on that phone thatâs got you so stressed out, hm?âÂ
âNothing,â you answer far too quickly for your liking.Â
âI donât think itâs nothing,â Haechan persists, voice lowering in pitch and volume as he moves closer to you, eyes bright with excitement and something else you canât quite place. âI think thereâs something incriminating on that phone.â
âIncriminating?â you mumble, dazed and flustered, and Haechan nods slowly, lips curling into a wolfish grin.Â
âIncriminating like⌠nudes, maybe,â he muses, tapping his chin thoughtfully, and at the sight of your confused face, shakes his head. âThat must not be it. Maybe a message of some sort⌠from a friendâŚâ You freeze as you realize exactly whatâs going on, and Haechanâs grin only widens now that he can tell you know that he knows. âWonder what you look like when you⌠how did she put it? âGet all touchy touchy with yourselfâ to the thought of me.âÂ
âHaechan,â you murmur, heart rate quickening as you try to think of any possible way out of this conversation. âItâs not what you think it is.â
âI think itâs exactly what I think it is.â he counters with a mischievous wiggle of his brows, and you whimper in panic, desire starting to blaze in his eyes at the sound.Â
âWhat were you doing looking at my phone, anyway?â you accuse, cursing to yourself as your voice shakes slightly.
âIâm nosy,â is all he offers in response. âAnd, oh, please, you wanted me to see that text. You wanted me to know that late at night,â he teases, pulling your hand closest to him away as you squeal and try to cover your ears, âyou touch your pretty little pussy,â he forces your hand back down between you two with a chuckle, âand think about me.â
âCould you lower your voice, please?â you mumble nervously, and he just laughs.
âYou donât want everyone to know that youâre into me, do you?â he remarks, and you swallow thickly, looking down at your lap. âIâll keep your little secret. For a price.â
You study him out of the corner of your eye suspiciously. âWhat price?â
He strokes his chin thoughtfully before leaning back and draping his arm behind you on the couch. âIâll let you know.â His voice is teasing but thereâs an ominous edge to his voice that makes you gulp.
âHey, Yeri?â you call, and her attention is on you instantly. âRemember when, um, you hit that blinker earlier? Howâs your throat feeling?â
Her eyes widen almost imperceptibly in understanding and she rubs her throat gingerly, frowning deeply. âItâs still sore. Wanna come get some water with me?â
âYes,â you accept the offer gratefully and practically spring up from the couch, following after Yeri and ignoring, to the best of your ability, Haechanâs little snicker from behind you.
âYou wanna switch seats?â Yeri asks in a low, concerned voice as you two enter the kitchen, and she laughs when you hesitate.
âI mean, I like it, I just⌠need a quick break.â you mumble, and she nods, pouring herself a glass of water. âCould you guys, um, hear him earlier?â
âNo⌠why?â she scrutinizes you, and you blink, flustered.Â
âHe saw the group chat texts.â you mutter, and her eyes widen in alarm, setting her glass down a bit too harshly, the loud clink resonating throughout the room.
âIâm gonna kill Yurin.â she hisses.
âNot if I get there first.â you huff, and she snickers. Footsteps sound out from the living room, making their way to the kitchen, and Yeri pauses. âItâs not Haechan,â you assure her. âI think itâs Karina.â
Sure enough, Karina enters the kitchen, and Yeri looks at you in surprise. âHowâd you know?â
âI recognize the footsteps.â you explain with a shrug. âPlus, the guys are wearing house slippers and weâre in, like, socks, so it makes a different sound.â
âOkay, little miss super spy.â Yeri teases with a laugh, and you giggle, pushing her playfully. âHave you recovered, you think?â
âYeah,â you confirm, smiling. âIâm ready to go back out there.â
âWhatâd I miss?â Karina whines, and Yeri looks at you expectantly.
âHaechan saw the texts about me⌠at night⌠that Yurin sent.â you explain carefully, and Karina lets out a loud gasp, her hand flying to cover her mouth.
âIâm killing her.â she groans, and you and Yeri chuckle.
âGet in line, girl.â Yeri says, and Karina snorts in amusement.
âYouâre gonna be okay if we go back out there, right?â Karina asks worriedly, and youâre briefly overcome with appreciation for your friends.
âIâll be okay, Iâm pretty sure. Iâll just say blinker again if anything goes wrong.â you confirm, nodding resolutely, and the crease between Karinaâs brows fades away as she relaxes.
You three make your way back to the living room, fully preparing to sit back down, but thankfully, before Haechan can torment you further, Jeno inadvertently saves your life and whateverâs left of your dignity by standing up from the couch abruptly and clapping his hands together. âIâm hungry. Diner?â
âI would kill for waffles,â Karina agrees, and Mark and Haechan also stand and start to grab their belongings as you all make your way to the door and slip your shoes on.Â
As you shuffle between Yeri and Karina for protection and wait as the elevator descends to the indoor garage of the apartment complex, a tickle starts to build in your throat, making you clear it quietly, then more insistently when the sensation persists.Â
âYou okay?â Haechan asks, hand poised over your back to pat it in assistance, and you nod.
âMy throat is just⌠a little dry,â you mumble, and Haechan nods in understanding, reaching into his jacket and handing you a Blow Pop. âThanks,â you mutter, pleasantly surprised as you unwrap the lollipop and stick it into your mouth. By the time the doors open on the garage floor, the flavored saliva produced by the sweet treat sitting in your cheek has almost entirely soothed your throat, and youâre feeling significantly better.Â
The six of you make your way to where Jenoâs and Haechanâs cars are parked beside each other and stand behind the two cars, silently deliberating amongst yourselves.
âWell, I call shotgun.â Mark calls out, and Jeno unlocks his car, Mark sliding into the passenger seat.
âThereâs no way all six of us are gonna cram into Jenoâs car,â Yeri remarks incredulously.Â
âYeah, definitely not, because my middle backseatâs seat belt isnât working and the airbag sensors are fucked up, so itâs a seat belt or nothing in my car.â Jeno laments, and your skin starts to crawl as you realize where this might be heading.Â
âSo your car only seats four⌠and there are six of usâŚâ you say slowly, pulling the lollipop from your lips with a muted wet pop that has Haechan eyeing you like a lion about to corner the slowest gazelle of the herd. Usually, there are seven of you, so even if you had to ride with Haechan, thereâd be a third body present in the form of the lovably boisterous Yurin.
Curse Yurinâs midterms, and curse Yurin for sending that text, and curse yourself for leaving your phone where Haechan could see, and curse Haechan for being nosyâ
âIâll ride with Haechan,â Karina offers, noticing the way you become more and more quiet as you sink further into your worries.Â
âNo, you wonât.â Haechan says, leaning against his passenger door. Everyone looks over at him, and he just pushes off of the door, opening it and pointing directly at you. âGet in.â
âOh, gosh.â you mumble, and youâre not sure if itâs the weed effect making you feel sluggish or youâre really that apprehensive, but you feel a bit like a puppet with sandbags for shoes, your feet hesitantly shuffling, dragging, scuffling towards Haechanâs passenger door.
âItâs an eight-minute drive,â Yeri calls to you sympathetically, and you nod, shooting her a feeble thumbs up that you donât even believe. âWeâll see you soon!âÂ
âYeah,â you croak, feeling very much like a lamb being led to slaughter, and Haechan smiles sweetly at you, baring all his teeth as you sit in his car. He closes the passenger door and crosses over to the driverâs side, opening the door and getting in.Â
When Haechan finishes settling down into the driverâs seat, checking his mirror views and pulling up the GPS to the diner, he straps himself in and looks over at you, eyes scanning your frame for somethingâyou donât quite know what. Seemingly done with his inspection, he leans closer to you without warning and reaches for the seat belt buckle in your chair, pulling it out and over your body as he clicks it into place. The whole while, heâs invading your personal space, your breath catching in your throat as you realize his face is close enough to yours that you could probably count his lashes if you wanted to.
He turns his head ever so slightly, eyes locking on yours, and you blink rapidly in alarm, rendered immobile as he studies your face.
âYou look so cute, all innocent and helpless like this.â he murmurs softly, and the tiniest of squeaks escapes you, his eyes flashing with glee at the sound. âNow stop looking at me like that,â he warns, âor Iâll kiss you.â
You blanch, trying immediately to make any other expression than the one you didnât even know you were sporting, and he chuckles before sitting back in his seat and starting his car. He turns the air conditioning onâa strange choice, considering itâs a bit nippy outsideâand pulls out of his spot, starting to drive towards the diner.
It doesnât take long for you to get cold, goosebumps gradually appearing on your arms and legs, but youâre a bit too nervous to say anything, instead suffering in silence. You clasp your hands together in your lap, rubbing them together for warmth, and, as he stops at a red light, Haechan looks over at you, watching in fascination as you shift in your seat for any sort of friction that could warm you. After a moment, you notice his eyes fixated pointedly on your chest, and you spare a glance down to see, to your alarm, that your nipples are hard, starting to poke through your clothing, and you curse internally for wearing a thin, lacy bra that does nothing to conceal your stiffened buds.
He swipes his tongue over his bottom lip, smirking in what seems like satisfaction, before refocusing his attention on the road. You cross your arms over your chest protectively, tucking your fingers into the crooks of your elbows as he drives down the road.
âWeâre here,â he announces after some time, pulling into a parking spot in front of the diner and turning the car off. The cold air blowing through the vents shuts off, much to your relief, and you unbuckle your seat belt before he gets the chance, practically flinging yourself out of the car into the significantly less cold night air.
As you all file into the diner, you notice a man staring very pointedly at you and your bare legs and your chest, where your nipples have yet to go down.Â
Haechan scans the room, catches sight of the man, and follows his gaze back to where you stand, his jaw clenching.
âPut this on,â Haechan murmurs, shrugging off his jacket and offering it to you. You start to take it, eager for warmth, but pause, looking at him suspiciously.
âWhy?â
His gaze flicks over your shoulder at where the man from earlier sits, and understanding dawns on you. âJustâput it on for me?âÂ
You nod, gratefully accepting the jacket, and Haechan steps closer, draping it over your shoulders and helping you put your arms through the sleeves.Â
âThank you,â you say quietly, and he nods.
âYou look cute in my jacket.â he remarks with a small smirk, and your cheeks warm.
âThank you,â you mumble, and he trails his tongue along his bottom lip before gesturing for you to follow after him with a jerk of his head, a quick peek past him revealing the hostess whoâs arrived to take you all to your seats.
When you arrive at the booth, Haechanâs right by you, gesturing for you to go in first. You do so without complaint, preferring the inner seat anyway, but itâs when Haechan slides in next to you that you realize your mistake as he closes you into the booth corner, the main obstacle between you and freedom from, well, him.
As the hostess passes out menus and you all start to look them over, you feel the side of his hand resting against the side of your thigh, making you attempt to shift away from his hand, the touch too intimate for you to handle at the moment.
Somehow, his hand finds its way back against your leg, palm turned up slightly as he lightly grazes his fingertips along your thigh, and you suck in a sharp breath, doing your best to pass it off as a cough when Haechan looks over at you, eyes twinkling with amusement.
âI think Iâm gonna get the breakfast platter,â Yeri says excitedly. âIt comes with pancakes, eggs prepared how you want them, homefries, and your choice of meat.âÂ
âThat sounds so good,â you reply thoughtfully. âI think I want a burger.âÂ
âYeah, a burger sounds good,â Haechan agrees, eyes slowly sliding over to study your reaction as he flattens his palm against your leg, slowly sliding it up to caress your upper thigh. Your reaction must be nothing short of rewarding, as you jolt so forcefully that you shake the table slightly, and he chuckles softly.
âYou okay, girl?â Karina asks, worried, and you nod, swallowing thickly.
âI just, umâŚfelt a tickle on my ankle. Thought it was a bug or something.â you mumble, and she nods, eyebrows still furrowed in concern.
âI know I said waffles earlier, but I kind of want these barbecue ribs,â Karina says, pointing at an entry on the menu, but you can barely make your gaze focus on where her finger touches the menu because Haechanâs hand is still very much on your thigh, and to make matters worse, you think you like it.
His hand slides up higher, the side of his thumb slipping under the hem of your skirt, and you raise your glass to your lips in an attempt to act natural, hoping and praying no one notices the way your hand is shaking slightly.
Haechan leans in closer to you, murmuring in your ear, âThis must be a dream come true for you, huh?â He grips your thigh firmly, not even attempting to play it off as a casual touch anymore, and you barely manage to stifle your yelp of surprise in time. âMust have been wanting this for so long,â he breathes secretively, smiling lips grazing the shell of your ear so subtly, no one else would notice unless they were paying unnaturally close attention.
You, however, do notice. Not only do you notice, but you suck in a sharp breath of surprise, the sudden movement making the water in your cup slosh forward and spill out slightly, a few droplets dripping down your chin.
You suck your teeth in mild irritation, glaring at Haechan as you reach for your napkin, but heâs faster, his free hand coming up and wiping the liquid off of your chin. Â
âUm, thanks.â you mumble, and he nods, locking eyes with you as he licks at the pad of his thumb, cleaning off the water droplets with his mouth. âOh, dear Neptune.â you whisper to yourself, feeling more and more overwhelmed by the moment. âWhere is this waitressâI need to eat something.â
âYeah, we should let her know weâre ready to order,â Mark says, waving a hand out to flag down the waitress. As she approaches, you sneak a peek at Haechan, whose expression is surprisingly calm and neutral given the sensual, slow circles heâs drawing on your upper thigh with his thumb.
Haechanâs hand slips further in between your legs, getting dangerously close to your core, and you decide thatâs enough play time for him, clamping your legs together forcefully.
âYou trapped my hand, pretty girl,â he points out with a growing grin, and you ignore him even as he continues, âI didnât know you liked it that much.â
You still donât give him a response, staring stubbornly out the booth window, and he chuckles before withdrawing his hand from your legs with such ease that you wonder if he was ever really stuck there.
âOh, weâre doing the silent treatment? Copy that.â he muses, nodding slowly in understanding, and you canât help but wonder what else he has in store for you.
Today, the energy in the room is entirely differentâand you donât like it one bit.
Haechan wonât even acknowledge you today; his eyes skip over you when he scans the room like youâre not even there, or, worse, he seems to be looking completely through you at times, completely unaffected by your presence.
âGirl, did you piss Haechan off or something?â Yeri whispers to you, and your brows knit together as you shake your head. âHe hasnât made a single move on you all day.â
âI know,â you mutter bitterly.
âMaybe heâs sick,â Karina supplies in an attempt to help, but her words practically fall on deaf ears as you stare burning holes into the side of his face as he laughs at something Mark said.
âIâm about to be sick,â you mumble, your stomach twisting uncomfortably as your somewhat secret crush that used to be obsessed with you treats you like youâre nothing more than a couch cushion.
You donât know whatâs come over you, but when Haechan gets up and heads towards the kitchen. you find yourself standing to follow, mumbling that youâll be right back to Karina.
Haechan stands with his back to you at the kitchen island, pouring a can of somethingâit looks like Monsterâinto a glass, and you take a moment to admire his slender yet lean build, the curve of his shoulders and the perfectly mussed up state of his hairâ
âI know youâre there, you know.â he says calmly, and your eyes widen as you immediately attempt to look busy doing anything other than blatantly ogling him. He turns right when youâve reached for a bag of Ruffles chips and raises an eyebrow expectantly. âYou have something you want to say?â
âWhat do you mean?â you ask, slightly thrown off-guard, and he blinks at you impassively.
âI noticed you staring at me,â is all he says in response, and you blanch, pursing your lips carefully.
âHaechan, are you mad at me?â you ask softly, and he smirks.
âAnd why do you ask that?â
You fidget with the hem of your skirt nervously, averting your gaze to look at the granite countertop. âWell, you⌠havenât talked to me all night.â
Haechan doesnât say anything for a concerningly long time, prompting you to look up at him and immediately wish you hadnât. He looks beyond smug, and painfully attractive as he leans in slightly, not close enough to get in your space but close enough to send a thrill down your spine.Â
âYou were giving me the silent treatment the other day, right?â he reminds you, and you hesitate, realizing you were the cause for his radio silence. âI was just returning the favor.â
âWell, donât.â you say with a frown, and he raises his eyebrows, amused and surprised.
âWhy not? Did you miss me or something?â he teases, and you balk, losing all your nerve as quickly as youâd found it.
âNo!â you answer quickly, and he arches an eyebrow skeptically, prompting you to continue, âNo, I justââ
âYou and I donât really talk much, anyway,â Haechan muses, leaning his back against the island as he regards you with a cocky glint in his eyes. âSo what is it you really miss, hm?â
âWellââ you struggle to find your words, and something softens in Haechanâs gaze, the cocky twinkle now accompanied with a smile bordering dangerously on fondness.
âYou miss me messing with you, donât you?â he asks, and at your lack of response, nods in confirmation. âYou miss me touching you?â he questions, dragging out the syllables excruciatingly slowly. He sucks his teeth when you still donât reply and says, âI know you do. You know you do. Now just admit it.â
âI canât,â you protest weakly, and he shrugs, raising his hands in surrender.
âYou want me to touch you again? Give me what I want.â He sounds dead serious and painfully unwavering on his stance, prompting you to whimper quietly to yourself, too wrapped up in your own nerves to notice the way his eyes darken at the sound of your desperation.
âI want you to touch me.â you mumble shamefully, and his lips quirk up into the beginnings of a smile.Â
âCome here; say it again.â he urges, beckoning you closer, and you hesitate, making a challenge flash in his expression before heâs poking his tongue into the inside of his cheek and chuckling. âDonât make me come over there.â
âI want you,â you say, âto touch me,â you repeat your words from earlier, trying desperately to look anywhere but at him.
You can see him crossing the distance between you in your peripheral vision, your insides tensing with anticipation as he gets closer and closer. To your utter disappointment, he continues to walk as if heâs going to pass you, only pausing to tilt his head to the side in a patronizing display of faux sympathy.
âGood girl. Now, was that so hard?â he chuckles, not even giving you a chance to respond before he continues his path out of the kitchen, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
What in the absolute hell did you just get yourself into?
Youâre coming back from the bathroom when you quite literally almost run into Haechan in the hallway.Â
âSorry,â you say, stepping to the side to get past, but he steps to the same side. You laugh awkwardly before stepping to the other side, only for him to do the same, his movements far too calculated to be a mistake, and you come to the realization that heâs intentionally blocking your path. âHaechan?â you ask quietly, nervousness creeping into your voice, and he chuckles.
He takes a step towards you, prompting you to take a cautious one backwards, and his smile widens as he advances on you, slowly but surely herding you back towards the bathroom. When your back hits the nearby wall, your eyes widen, and he mocks you, briefly widening his eyes in faux surprise before flicking his brows up suggestively and placing one hand on the wall by your head on the side you could escape from, successfully trapping you in a makeshift corner.Â
âYouâre so cute, really.â Haechan sighs, smiling fondly at you, but thereâs a devious twinkle in his eye as he regards you.
As he closes in on you, your body is alight with nerves and anticipation, and you decide to try again, feebly calling, â...Haechan?â
âShh, shh, shh,â he quiets you soothingly, reaching up with his free hand to brush your hair out of your face. âDonât act like you donât want this, baby.â As if to prove his point, he presses his knee between your legs, thigh pressing up against your clothed core, and a poorly restrained moan bubbles up in your throat.
âHaechanââ you whine, and he shoots you a smug smile.
âSee, baby? I know you want it. You know I want it. Thatâs why you always wear these tiny fucking skirts whenever you come over,â he states, hand dropping from your face to tug at the hem of your skirt, and you gaspâboth at the sudden yanking and the insistent pressing of his thigh against your core. âYou like it when I do this. Bet you were waiting for me to slip my hands under your skirt to touch you.â
âMm-mm,â you protest, but the way your hips move against him, rolling back and forth and grinding wantonly in search of relief, is telling another story, Haechan arching a brow skeptically.Â
âMm, no? You donât like it? But, wait⌠what was that you said in the kitchen earlier?â he questions, a taunting lilt to his words. ââI want you to touch me,ââ he echoes your earlier request in a poor imitation of your voice. âWell, Iâm touching you, babyâdonât you like it?â When your only reply is a small nod, he shakes his head disapprovingly, gaze darkening. âWords.â
âYes,â you whimper, breath catching in your throat when he rewards you with a firm upwards press of his thigh into your core. Your movements speed up slightly as you feel that familiar tightening sensation in your abdomen, your climax not far ahead.
âAre you gonna cum just like this?â he asks, and thereâs a hint of amusement to his words but itâs almost entirely overtaken by the heavy desire in his voice.Â
âMm-hm,â you whine softly, your desperation peaking as your high gets closer and closer.Â
âBeg me to let you cum.â he urges, and youâre already so far gone that your shame is all but done away with.
âPlease, Haechan, can I cum?â you pant urgently, a slight pleading quality to your words as you feel the beginnings of your climax, pleasure blooming between your legs in a gush of warmth. âPlease?â you whimper, and something in him snaps, Haechan lurching forward and cupping your face in his hands to hold you in place as he kisses you deeply, his tongue tracing along your lower lip as you tremble and moan weakly into his mouth.Â
When you move to pull away to breathe, he clutches your face more firmly, slipping his tongue into your mouth and exploring at his leisure, all the while ignoring your muffled, plaintive cries for air.Â
âHaechan, I canât breathe,â you rasp out finally, and he lets you go with a shaky inhale and an unmistakable reluctance.Â
âYou are so goddamn addicting.â he pants, and his hands drop to your hips, resuming the motions you werenât aware youâd stopped. âKeep going.â
His hands keep guiding your movements, practically dragging you back and forth on his thigh as he kisses you again. This kiss is messier than the last as he sucks on your tongue and pulls back to trail his lips down your neck, stopping just above your pulse point and sucking hard, a gasp escaping you at the pleasurable sensation.
âMine,â he grunts against your throat, sinking his teeth into a new patch of skin and sucking there, too, without a doubt leaving some form of mark behind. âAll fucking mine.â he repeats, clutching your hips tighter and dragging you up his leg and closer to him, lips parting from your neck with a loud, wet pop and connecting with yours eagerly. âGonna fucking ruin you, princess.â
âHaeââ you barely get the first syllable of his name out before heâs sealing his mouth over yours again, fingers creeping into the kiss to pry your mouth open.
âOpen,â he mutters, brows furrowed in concentration. When you oblige, he taps your tongue impatiently until you let it hang out of your mouth, Haechan sucking in a deep breath as he eyes you appreciatively. Without any warning or preamble, Haechan spits directly onto your tongue, and you whimper, voice cracking slightly. âSwallow. Iâm gonna do it again.â You swallow his saliva, the extra moisture in your mouth jarring but not unwelcome, and return to your previous pose of your mouth open with your tongue hanging out.Â
He grins and leans in again, hovering over your waiting tongue as he drops a long, clear string of saliva from his puckered lips down to your mouth. âDonât swallow.â He pulls back from you slightly and pushes his middle and ring finger into your mouth, the cool silver of his ring catching your taste buds as he thrusts his fingers in and out of your mouth, gliding them against your tongue to collect as much wetness as he can. âGood girl,â he coos, pleased, and youâre embarrassed by the rush of warmth between your legs that appears at the praise. âNeed them nice and wet for you.â
Not wasting a minute, he snakes his slick, spit-covered fingers past the band of your underwear and starts to stroke over your folds, digits gliding amongst your arousal with embarrassing ease.Â
âYouâre a mess down here,â he remarks, eyes alight with glee and something wild, primal as he teases you. âYou like me that much? Hm?â He seems not to need an answer as he grins cockily at you, eyes scanning your face intently to drink in your every reaction to his touch, no matter how small. He trails his fingers up, up, up until heâs brushing the underside of your clit, and you jolt, flinching away.Â
âHaechan, thatâs sensitiveââ
âI know, baby,â he coos. âThatâs exactly why Iâm doing it.â With the hand not currently in your underwear, he laces his fingers with yours, the back of his hand pressed against the palm of your own, and trails your linked hands down your body to join his other hand in your underwear. âShow me,â he rasps, and you blink at him, too far gone to fully understand exactly what he means. âShow me how you do it when youâre aloneâwhen you think of me.â
Cheeks blazing, you realize youâre in no position to refuse, so you guide his hand into massaging your clit in circles, your abdomen tensing reflexively whenever his fingers graze the sensitive underside of your clit.Â
âTalk to me, baby.â he urges gently, and you whine in protest, the fire in your face increasing nearly tenfold. âWanna hear that pretty voice tell me how you touch your little pussy.â
âI just rub it in circles like this,â you mumble, voice slightly husky with desire, and the shift doesnât go unnoticed, if the intensifying of Haechanâs gaze means anything.Â
âYou donât go inside?â he asks softly, and you shake your head.
âDoesnât feel good when I do it,â you whimper, and he sucks in air sharply, swearing under his breath as he watches your face twist in pleasure. Itâs all too much for you, having his undivided attention on you like this, and you look away, a shudder traveling through your body as another climax approaches.
âLook at me,â he coaxes, and you reluctantly oblige, pleading eyes locking on his as your peak gets closer by the second. âOnly look at me.â
âOkay,â you agree, the last syllable coming out like more of a squeak, and he smiles brilliantly, the hand not pleasuring you slipping out of your underwear and lifting your shirt up to reveal your breasts in your thin, lacy light blue bra. Leaning down, he wraps his lips around one of your nipples through the fabric and starts to suck, tongue swirling around the stiffening bud so wetly that his saliva starts to darken the fabric, the warmth of his spit seeping through the fabric.Â
He sucks at your nipples with an almost ferocity, alternating breasts like he canât get enough of either, and his hand snakes around your back to unclasp your bra, Haechan pushing the garment out of the way as soon as itâs loose and latching onto your nipple with a low groan of satisfaction.
As he flicks your nipple back and forth with his tongue, his fingers stroke you closer and closer to your high until youâre so close you can practically taste the sweet, heady feeling of ecstasy. âShow me what you sound like when you cum, baby.â
âOhâshitâoh, my God,â you hiss as your eyes screw shut tight, pleasure coursing through your body as your orgasm travels through your system. âFeels so good,â you whimper, and he hums in agreement.
âSay my name, baby.â
âHaechanââ you moan wantonly, and he lets out a noise somewhere between a groan and a growl as he tugs at your nipple with his teeth.
He doesnât stop attending to your breasts until heâs certain heâs milked every last second of bliss from your body, alternating between sucking and flicking and swirling his tongue around the buds until you go limp, your body slumping against the wall for support.Â
Finally, he pulls his arousal-coated fingers from your underwear, trailing them over your bottom lip before pushing the digits into your mouth to suck.Â
You do so with an embarrassing amount of eagerness, and are just as surprised as Haechan when he pulls his fingers from your mouth and you whine in protest.
His brows shoot up into his hairline and you feel heat blazing furiously in your cheeks as he regards you with a mix of surprise and an expression that looks close to impressed.
âYou like to suck, yeah?â he murmurs, and you nod hesitantly. Something flashes in his dark eyes, and he grins. âWanna suck something bigger?â
Hesitant but undoubtedly excited, you nod, and he wets his lips before setting about unbuckling his belt and opening his jeans.Â
As he does, you slowly sink to your knees, and when he looks up from his pants to see you kneeling before him, he lets out a loud swear that you fear might blow your cover.
As you stare in awe at his impressive size, you realize youâre less worried about getting caught than you are about having to stop. He watches you watch him with amusement and fascination, but the undercurrent of desire runs strong as he clicks his tongue to get your attention.Â
You look up at him, and he licks his lips, exhaling a small puff of air before wrapping a hand around his base.
âThis is the prettiest sight Iâve ever laid eyes on,â he praises, and you smile, heat rising to your cheeks once more. Lowering himself slightly, he cups your breasts, pressing them together and grunting, âIâm gonna fuck these one day. But now?â he says, releasing them and stroking your chin affectionately. âIâm gonna fuck this pretty mouth.â
âYou ever suck someone off, baby?â he asks in a low voice, and you shake your head, making his eyes slide shut in bliss as he squeezes himself harder. âFuck, Iâm your first?â
âYes,â you mumble shyly, and he coos affectionately at you, leaning down slightly to cup your chin with his free hand.Â
âRemember when you were sucking that little lollipop the other day?â he asks, and you nod. âItâs kind of like that. Use your tongue, and the wetter it is, the better.â
You nod carefully and sit forward, letting your jaw drop open.Â
âFuck, baby. Tongue out for me?â he grunts, and you oblige, letting your tongue drop out of your mouth and lie flat for him. âSo good, baby, just like that,â he encourages, leaning forward and guiding the head of his cock into your mouth.Â
It feels strange but not unwelcome, and you suck gently at the head of his cock, more focused on using your tongue to explore the intrusion in your mouth. Based on the way Haechanâs breathing shallows and quickens, you suspect youâre doing a pretty good job.
âBaby, youâre so good at this,â he groans, his head tipping back before it snaps back up as he seemingly realizes heâd rather watch you. âMouth looks so pretty wrapped around my cock like that.â
You can only manage a whimper as you boldly press forward, taking more of his length into your mouth, and he sucks in a sharp breath as you swirl your tongue around his length before tentatively flicking it over the slit in the head of his cock. He groans weakly and, emboldened, you do it again, Haechan letting out a delicious little grunt that spurs you to kick it up another notch.
You start to bob your head, doing your best to alternate between bobbing and licking, and Haechan shudders deeply, his hand releasing the rest of his cock and moving to cup the back of your head, fingers slipping into your hair.Â
âJust like thatâfuckââ he hisses, biting his lip as he watches you suck him off, skill increasing with every movement. When you push forward a bit too suddenly, eager to impress him, you choke briefly on his length, throat constricting slightly as your gag reflex activates slightly. âOh, shitââ
Despite the slight ache to the back of your throat, you keep sucking, moving forward slower this time to allow your throat time to adjust to his size. When you massage the underside of his tip with your tongue, wet muscle gliding over the ridge of skin, he moans your name and itâs one of the most rewarding sounds you think youâve ever heard.
âSo good,â he pants as you bob your head up and down, and his length twitches in your mouth, giving you a hint that heâs close. âGonna cum, baby.â
You move your head faster, sucking his length to the best of your ability with all the tricks you just learned, and his fingers grip your hair tightly as he spills into your mouth, his hips sluggishly thrusting forward as he shallowly fucks your mouth.Â
âYou,â he grunts, helping you to your feet so youâre face to face and kissing you deeply, âare a fast little learner.â His tongue slips between your lips and he explores your mouth eagerly, licking at your tongue and inner cheeks as you whimper, dizzied by the fervor of his kisses.Â
âBaby,â he mumbles into the kiss, the urgency in his voice waking you up slightly, âI wanna eat you out. Can I taste you, princess?â When you nod, he grins brilliantly. âGonna make you feel so good.â
He drops to his knees and slides his hands up from your ankles, hands slipping under your skirt to caress your hips. Pulling your underwear off, he drapes one of your legs over his shoulder, warm, slender fingers spreading apart your folds to get a better look at you.
When you whine softly in embarrassment, he shushes you gently, murmuring, âI just want to admire you for a second, baby, please?â He ducks his head under your skirt and sucks in a sharp breath when heâs met with the sight of your core, folds glistening with your arousal. âPrettiest pussy Iâve ever seen,â he breathes in awe, and before you can reply, his mouth is on you, upper lip resting just above your clit as his tongue strokes along your folds indulgently.
âOh, my God,â you whisper, stumbling back slightly to lean against the wall behind you. Haechan moves with you fluidly, massaging your clit with his tongue as his fingers clutch your thighs, kneading the flesh with greedy, rough movements.
Tongue moving downwards towards your entrance, he prods the tip of it against your hole, chuckling when you jolt and squirm under his actions. âDonât be shy, baby, I just want to taste.â
You nod even though he canât see you, and he must be able to tell, because his tongue pushes forward, slowly breaching your entrance. You suck in a loud breath as his tongue delves further into you, occasionally coming out to slurp up the arousal dripping from your hole.Â
âTastes so good, baby,â he moans, his nose rubbing against your clit as he slowly starts to move his tongue in and out inside of you. The feeling is strange but amazing, a slightly ticklish element to the pleasure youâre receiving as he tongue-fucks you.Â
Slurping loudly and moaning even louder, Haechan loses himself in your core, alternating between tongue-fucking you and licking at your folds and clit, leaving sloppy wet kisses that make your mind spin.
âYeah, you like that?â he grunts, sucking at your clit hard before slipping his tongue out to stroke the sensitive underside of the sensitive bud. âYou like when I kiss your pretty pussy? Hm? Do you like it when I make out with your sweet little pussy?â
âYes,â you whimper, fingers clutching at his head over your skirt. When you get a good grip on him, you start to pull him closer, wanting more of his touch.
âAlways so goodâso shy and innocent.â Haechan murmurs, words slightly muffled from his oral ministrations on your pussy. âNow look at you; look how bad youâre being.â
âHaechan, please,â you breathe, and he turns his head to suck at your inner thighs, no doubt leaving a mark or two in his wake.
âWanna see just how bad I can make you be.â he coos before surging forward to lap at your core eagerly, losing himself once more in the taste of you. âFucking delicious, baby, you taste so good for me.â
He sucks and licks and kissesâeven nibbles a bitâuntil your legs are shaking and your grip on his hair is iron-clad. You briefly consider the extremely compromising position someone might find you in if one of your friends walked down the hall and are surprised to find that not only do you not care, but thereâs even a smidge of excitement when you think about getting caught like this, with Haechanâs head under your skirt and your breasts exposed.
âHaechan, IâmâI think Iâm gonnaââ you pant out, and he nods fervently, tongue slipping out of your entrance to flick your clit back and forth rapidly, a sharp whine slipping from you.
âCum for me, babyâcum all on my tongue.â he urges, pulling you closer as he feverishly laps at your clit and entrance, shaking his head from side to side rapidly to run his tongue along your core back and forth. âThatâs it, pretty girl, just let go.â he purrs, coaxing your climax out of you, and you do just that, letting the coil wound tight in your abdomen snap and letting the pleasure flood through your body.
âHaechanââ you whimper, and he hums soothingly as his tongue massages your clit once more, thoroughly milking your orgasm for all its worth. When the trembling of your legs has calmed down slightly and youâve started to breathe normally once more, he pops his head out from under your skirt and winks up at you, chin and lips covered in your arousal.
âYouâre addicting, baby; could eat your pussy for hours.â he says as he rises to his feet. A look downwards grants you the sight of his erection, fully hard once more, and you swallow thickly before looking up at him only to see that heâs already watching you with a small grin on his face. âThink you can handle one more?â
Youâre nodding before you even realize it, and Haechan beams at you, drawing closer and closer until youâre flat against the wall.Â
Nudging your legs apart, he settles between them and aligns his tip with your entrance, looking up from where your bodies meet to your face.
âReady, baby?â he asks, and you nod carefully, eyes drifting back down from his face to where the thick head of his length presses against your core. âGood girl,â he breathes before pushing into you slowly, covering your mouth with his palm as you gasp out loudly. âBaby, theyâll catch us if you keep making noise like that.â
âS-Sorry,â you stammer, but itâs a muffled apology given that Haechanâs hand is still firmly clasped over your mouth. âSo full,â you whisper in awe, and he chuckles lowly in your ear, lips pressing to the spot just behind your lobe.Â
âFeel so tight around me, baby,â he grunts, his labored breathing in your ear telling you that heâs just as affected as you are. âSo fucking goodââ
âHaechan, move,â you whisper urgently as he bottoms out in you, and he obliges, pulling out to the tip and pushing into you again. A loud whoosh of air escapes your lungs, and he sucks your earlobe into his mouth, making you let out a loud whimper that would have been much louder had Haechanâs hand not muffled it.
âIâm starting to think you want to get caught.â Haechan murmurs with a smile on his lips as he kisses along your jaw and moves his hand to kiss you.Â
âMmâ! No, I donâtââ you insist through your cries of pleasure, and he shakes his head with a taunting grin.
âYes, you do,â he teases. âYou want all our friends to come in this hallway and see me fucking you like the perfect little fuckdoll I always knew you could be.â
âHaeâchanââ you stutter, tiny noises leaving you with every powerful thrust of his hips. Heâs so good, so big and thick, and heâs filling you up just right and hitting all the right places, and it becomes too much very quickly, an overwhelming amount of pleasure rushing through your body as he fucks into you. If it couldnât get worse for you, he reaches between you two and his fingers find your clit, rubbing it in quick circles just like you showed him earlier. âFuckâstopâtoo muchââ
âDoesnât that feel good, baby?â he coos, shifting himself to angle his hips into you just right so that every snap of his hips sends his tip fucking directly into your g-spot.Â
You feel warmth behind your eyes, the telltale pricking at the corners that you know all too well, and the first tear drops before you can wipe it away, another tear following after that as the pleasure all but consumes you.
âAw, baby, donât cry, it feels good,â he consoles you, reaching up with his free hand to wipe your tears away.Â
âSo goodâtoo goodââ you babble, and he laughs at that, brows furrowing at the end as you clench around him.
âIt canât be too good, babyâyouâre not making sense anymore.â he says with a playful lilt, and you whimper, more tears falling as you sniffle pathetically. âFuck, youâre so pretty when you cry.â
âWanna cumâHaechan, please let me cumââ you beg, and his movements stutter, Haechan looking at you in surprise.
âYeah? Baby wants to cum?â he grunts, eyes squeezing shut for a moment as your walls flex around him again. âFuck, I love when you do thatâfeels so goodâcum for me, baby.âÂ
Not needing to be told twice, you promptly fall apart around him with a messy string of swears and âpleaseâ and utterances of Haechanâs name as your nails dig into his forearm, making him wince slightly. Youâre sure you look a mess, eyes wet and glossy as tears stream down your cheeks, but Haechanâs drinking in your appearance like itâs the most beautiful thing heâs ever seen.
âBabyâIâm closeâfuckââ Haechan grunts. âGonna cumâwhere do you want it?â
âWant it inside of me, pleaseââ you croak weakly, and he lets out a sound thatâs a mix between a smug chuckle and a moan.
âCanât believe you were skittish as a mouse just the other day, and now youâre begging for my cum. Want me to fill you up?â he pants, hips driving into yours with reckless abandon.Â
âPleaseââ you whimper, and he swears under his breath.
âFuckâtake it all, baby,â he urges, hips pressing into yours as he buries himself in you and empties his load. âItâs all for you,â he says breathlessly as his length twitches inside of you.
He stays inside of you for a moment, both of you attempting to catch your breath, before he slowly pulls out, tucking himself back into his pants and helping you fix your skirt back into place. To your confusion, he hooks his fingers in your underwear, pulling the thin, arousal-soaked fabric down and off your legs.Â
âUmâŚâ you start, and Haechan looks over at you, brows raised expectantly. âThose are mine,â you state, pointing at the fabric in his fist.
âAnd now,â he hums, bringing them to his face and inhaling deeply, eyes sliding shut in bliss just in time to miss your scandalized expression. âTheyâre mine. Câmon; you should use the bathroom.â
He loops his fingers around yours, other hand stuffing your underwear in his back pocket as he leads you to the bathroom.
When the door closes behind you, you sit down on the toilet with slightly shaky legs, taking a moment to think about everything that just occurred.Â
You would have never in a million years thought that youâd have sex with Haechan, let alone in the hallwayâlet alone, with your friends in the very next room. However, as you think over the events that just transpired, your body is filled with a warm thrum of satisfaction, and you canât seem to find an ounce of regret.Â
âGirl, where the hell were you?!â Karina exclaims, fussing over you as soon as you reappear in the living room. âWeâve been texting and calling for ages!â
âOh,â you mumble, pulling your phone from the little pocket in your skirt. âItâs been on Do Not Disturb,â you explain sheepishly, and Karina rolls her eyes hard.
âDonât do that again. You had us worried sick. What were you even doing for so long?â
âUm⌠well, Haechan and I,â you start, casting a side glance to the couch where Haechan sits and hesitating slightly when you see that heâs watching you intently, not an ounce of shame in his expression. âWe hooked up.â you say finally, straightening your back slightly and standing up taller.
Yeriâs jaw drops. âAbout damn time.â she remarks, and you narrow your eyes at her.
âHush, you.â you huff, looking over at where Haechan sits once more. He locks eyes with you and grins, patting the empty spot next to him and wiggling his eyebrows playfully, and you smile, looking away from him to address your bewildered friends. âIâll explain everything laterââ
âYeah, yeah, just go, girl.â Karina chuckles. âHeâs waiting,â she sing-songs, and you elbow her slightly before shooting them a bright smile and a small wave and making your way to sit next to Haechan.Â
When you sit down, Haechan drapes his arm around you on the back of the couch, and you can feel the heat creeping to your cheeks.
âSo,â he says carefully, taking a hit of his pen and exhaling slowly before he continues, âI know this is a little backwards of me, but⌠do you wanna go out sometime? Like, on a date?â
âIâd like that,â you reply with a bashful smile, and he grins, relieved.
âGreat. Now in the meantime,â he says, looking pointedly towards the hallway before looking back at you expectantly, âI have a nice ass TV, snacks, and a strong ass edible with your name on it in my room. You down?â
You donât even hesitate. âIâm down.â you agree, smile widening, and he nods, satisfied. He stands from the couch and offers you his hand, which you take as he pulls you to your feet.
As you trail after him towards his room, fingers still locked with his, you canât help but notice the familiar peek of fabric sticking out of his back pocket, and your eyes widen in alarm.
âHaechan!â you whisper loudly, and he looks back at you with raised brows. âMy, um, underwear is sticking out of your pocket.â
âSo?â he answers simply, and you pause, brain buffering for a moment.
âSo?â
âYeah. No one knows itâs your underwear but you and me,â he points out as you reach his bedroom door. He swings it open and gestures for you to enter first, head dipping down to your ear as you pass by. âSo itâs our little secret.â
âOh,â you mumble, thinking it over. âOkay.â
âThatâs what I like to hear,â he says encouragingly, guiding you to his bed and gesturing for you to sit down. âNow, what do you want to watch?â
âUh, we can watch Family Guy,â you suggest, and he looks at you, pleasant surprise written on his handsome features, before he nods and picks up the TV remote.
âGood choice,â he praises, sitting down beside you against the headboard of his bed. âPerfect show to play in the background while we make out.â
âOhââ you stammer, blinking in surprise, and he snorts, eyes fond as he scans your bashful demeanor.
âIâm kidding.â he assures you, and you canât help but frown slightly. Unfortunately for you, this doesnât go unnoticed by Haechan, and he chuckles. âYou wanted to make out, didnât you?â
âA little bit,â you mumble, and he grins, leaning in closer to you.
âThat can be arranged.â he murmurs, still smiling as his lips meet yours.
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Male Triceratops Hybrid Alpha Yandere x Gender Neutral Capybara Hybrid Omega Reader
CW: Noncon, painful to pleasureable sex, mild violence (not towards reader), time travel, sexism, breeding, impregnation, pheromones, a/b/o, musk, scent marking, scent kink, sucking on dem big man titters, biting, bite marking, claiming, exceptionally huge dick, reader inflated with copious cum, knotting
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(Sometimes I get stuck on WIPs and have to do something new to write again. I wrote this in two days. Hope y'all like it! Please feed me with comments â¤ď¸)
You were an omega demi-human. Part capybara, though the only evidence of this was your soft ears. More importantly, you were a quantum physicist. Currently, you were studying and recreating what you thought to be a time travel device. Your thoughts and theories had been dismissed entirely by your peers. It didn't help at all that you were an omega. Omegas working in academia were almost universally harassed, derided, and treated with condescension. As if their omega brains couldn't work at the same level as betas and alphas.
But even if it wasn't some type of device for traveling through time it was certainly alien to the time period from which it originated. It was made of advanced alloys and components that had been flattened, buried, and heavily corroded over time. The rock in which it was embedded in was older than any ancient society.
You had been working on manufacturing a functional copy of the artifact for years. Shmoozing up eccentric rich fucks, getting help from the exceedingly few colleagues who would help you in any way, slowly analyzing every detail and carefully bringing it all together. And at long last it was complete. The zenith of your career was at hand. And after some cautious testing that you conducted privately, it was ready to show to others.
You managed to get a spot at a small conference, though you had lied about the subject on which you would be speaking, and by the time it was your turn most of the audience had left. Not many academics cared what an omega had to say. Let alone one with a reputation for being a crackpot. But there were still enough of your fellow scientists and this would all be on video.
Instead of introducing the topic of your presentation, which would be a surefire way to lose what people were still watching, you opted for wheeling out your machine onto the stage and stepping in. With a deep breath, you booted it up and the entire contraption disappeared with a flash.
When you exited the machine there was an immediate problem. You stepped out of the machine into a forest with giant trees and flowers. You had only intended to go back a minute to when your presentation started but had made an error. You turned around to step back in but something pulled you backwards by your rear. You fell back and saw before you a humongous man charging at your time machine. He wore only a ragged fur loincloth and swung a massive club. He looked human except for his size, thick tail, scaled arms, and three horns on his head. One large horn from each temple and a small one extending from my nose.
You looked on in horror as he swung a mighty club down upon your only way back to your own time, repeatedly smashing it down until it resembled the exact shape of the artifact that had been excavated in your time. The relic that you had fashioned your own machine after. That wasn't what your attention was on, however. You were much more focused on getting away from the raging beast of a man who could flatten metal so easily.
Though with his task of destroying the frightening affront to nature that had appeared from nowhere now complete, he turned his attention to you. He shouted at you in a language you didn't understand, though his intent was clear. He had a massive erection sticking out from his loincloth and aggressively sniffing at your neck after picking you up with unexpected care.
With exertion of great willpower, the trike-man managed to not breed you silly right there in the forest. Your pheromones were driving him nearly feral. Modern-day omega pheromones were many times more potent than any prehistoric omega. They had evolved through millennia to pique the interest of choosy alphas despite the steep competition, an evolutionary arms race to try to snag an alpha.
That wasn't the only appealing trait. You were exotic, had cute little furry ears on your head, and you were so small, couldn't fight back and act all defiant like the omegas from his time.
You did struggle though. You had seen his arousal and could still smell it. Almost anything would be better than being violated in such a manner by such a hulking brute. He chuckled at your struggles, they were successful only in tiring you out. On the long way to his lair, between your squirming, kicking, and punching, you had gathered that his name was Orryg. At least you thought it was. He did not speak English, but he gestured at himself and seemed to be trying to give you his name.
He found your struggles kinda cute, mistaking them for an eagerness to escape his grasp and get on with taking his cock already. Omegas were so silly.
"Don't worry. Going to breed you plenty. Better in a secluded place."
You had no idea what he said, but his voice was deep and sounded angry so you could only assume it was something in annoyance at your struggles so you went limp. The giant man could snap you like a twig if he wanted to, best not to make him too upset. And honestly, even if you did escape, where the fuck would you go? What if Orryg wasn't the worst thing prowling about in the time period?
The walk went on for a while, with Orryg giving you an occasional lick or mumbling out some words you didn't have any hope of understanding. After a fair amount of time, Orryg stopped to sniff the air. Suddenly there was a roar from behind.
Orryg turned the two of you around just in time for him to take his club and smack it into a man who was every bit as huge as he was. Swatting him away easily despite being similar in size and build.
This one had sharp teeth and clawed fingers. He spat blood and growled. Orryg regarded him with a scowl.
"Udvik! You know this is trike territory!!"
"Omega smells good, not claimed yet. Thought I'd try..."
"Go before I smash you! This is MINE!"
Udvik spat again and hobbled off. But your suspicions had been confirmed, there were definitely things other than Orryg to be worried about in this time period. You were pretty shaken up seeing a half-dino man jumping at you and watching your captor fight him off. With those teeth it had clearly been no herbivore, it probably would have slaughtered you. Your fear must have been evident in your scent because Orryg held you tighter and nuzzled you.
"That battle got my blood flowing, really need to fuck you. Sorry if it scared you, I'll breed you all better. Almost home."
You continued to have zero idea what the hell he was saying. But you figured with the nuzzling it was something comforting. Though your ability to figure anything out was pretty absent by this point. Your brain was soup. All the anxiety and adrenaline and alpha pheromones had finally gotten to you. You looked at the ground in a stupor as he continued to carry you over his shoulder.
The next thing you were consciously aware of was him entering the cave with you and placing his club at the entrance. He laid down on a slab of stone covered in thick layers of soft furs and placed you on top of his muscled body. Before you had any chance to react he began administering attention to your sensitive neck. You squirmed involuntarily, writhing in pleasure on top of him from the neck stimulation alone.
If that wasn't enough, you were practically drowning in his musk. You had been since you entered his dwelling, the cave was saturated in it, but now he was forcing your head under his arm and making you drink it all in. Smearing your face with it and marking you with his smell. Slick was leaking out of your needy hole and pooling on his abs.
"I knew this would make you feel better."
The trance you were in was only partially broken once you felt the blunt head of his much too-large member press against your hole.
"W-wait! I don-"
But he had no idea what you were saying, and even if he did he knew you'd love his dick so much that you wouldn't protest for long. At this point, you were going to be his... no matter what.
You yelped in pain as he pressed into you, spreading you like none of your toys ever had. He swallowed your shout by pressing his mouth into yours, trying to distract you from the pain with a sloppy kiss before attending to your neck again. Despite every instinct telling him to just ram in and ravage you he restrained himself knowing that doing otherwise could seriously injure you.
"Ah!"
Even with his care it still hurt as he slowly eased his prick all the way into you, he rubbed the outline of his cock through your tummy. Lucky for you omegas were extremely stretchy and pliant.
Orryg slowly thrust back and forth inside you as he hungrily took in your scent. As more precum dribbled into you and mixed with your slick you took him easier and the pain slowly began to ebb away and was eventually replaced almost entirely by pleasure. You moaned softly into his chest as you bit at his pec and sucked his nipple while he kept digging his cock into you.
Your whole body shook and spasmed for a solid minute as you came more intensely than you ever had before. Orryg grunted as the feeling of your body convulsing around him brought him nearly to his climax. The trike man upped the pace just a bit, his heavy balls smacking into you before he started knotting inside you and pumping you full of his virile spunk. One small mercy was that his knot was only a bit thicker than the rest of his cock, not over two times as wide like a modern alpha.
The volume of semen was such that it made you look heavy with child, which you certainly would be after lovemaking like this.
Now that you had been well and truly fucked there was only one thing left for your brand new "husband" to do to really seal the deal. He, with great caution, buried his fangs into your neck to mark you permanently as his to everyone who might see you. Which would be more than you might expect. This was Orryg's outpost, he stayed there while on patrol, but he usually lived with his herd.
It would be a hard adjustment for you to make. You would constantly be under Orryg's watchful gaze or the guard of his tribemates when he went to go hunt or if he went to do things too dangerous for you to be with him. You'd never be alone. Even in the safety of the herd, Orryg would obsessively treat you like something fragile. You would have to adjust your diet to what they ate, mostly fruit and vegetables though they ate meat too, though nothing was familiar to you. You would have to slowly learn their language so you could eventually communicate with the new society that "adopted" you.
But it was okay if it took you a while to get settled, you had all the time in the world.
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A Starkâs Fury
Cregan Stark x targ!wife! reader
[warning: blood, you getting cut in the arm
[synopsis: You are the wife of Cregan and younger sister of rhaenyra. You get cut in the arm and your son, Eddard, also gets hurt. Which makes cregan furious.
[note | hereâs a lil something while i write the final chapter for winters embrace, just a short drabble :) also instead of rhae getting cut itâs you.
[requested: by anon
The sun dipped low over the horizon, casting an amber glow across Driftmark. Laena Velaryonâs funeral was a somber affair, filled with the mournful silence of the assembled nobles and the soft lapping of waves against the shore. Among the gathered were you, the younger sister of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, your husband Cregan Stark, and your son Eddard, who clung to your skirts, his wide eyes taking in the solemnity of the occasion.
Your silver hair flowed down your back, and your violet eyes glistened with unshed tears as you stood beside Cregan. His strong arm encircled your waist, offering silent support. Despite the warmth of the setting sun, a chill hung in the air, a reflection of the grief that weighed heavily on your hearts.
As the ceremony proceeded, you noticed the tension simmering among the children. Your son, Eddard, stood with Jace, Luke, Baela, and Rhaena, trying to comfort them in their shared sorrow. Your heart ached for them, especially for Rhaena, who had just lost her mother.
When the time came for the family to pay their final respects, you and Cregan approached the bier. You whispered a prayer for Laenaâs soul, your voice barely audible over the sound of the crashing waves. Cregan squeezed your hand gently, his presence a solid rock amidst the turbulent sea of emotions.
After the funeral, you found yourself in the grand hall, where the tension between the Blacks and the Greens was palpable. You kept a watchful eye on Eddard, who was playing with the other children. However, the peace was shattered when a scuffle broke out between Aemond and Jace. The sight of Aemond taunting Jace, and the resulting fight, sent a shockwave through the hall.
Eddard tried to intervene, but in the chaos, he was struck and fell to the ground, crying out in pain. You rushed to his side, your heart pounding with fear and anger. Cregan was by your side in an instant, his protective instincts flaring as he assessed the situation.
âWhat happened?â he demanded, his voice a low growl.
âAemond taunted Jace, and then the fight started,â you explained, your voice trembling with emotion as you cradled Eddard.
Creganâs eyes darkened with anger. âThis has gone too far.â
The confrontation escalated when Alicent Hightower, her face twisted with rage, advanced on Rhaenyra, who was defending her sons. You stepped between them, trying to defuse the situation, but Alicentâs fury was uncontrollable. She drew a knife, lunging at Rhaenyra, but you intercepted the blow.
The blade sliced across your arm, and you cried out in pain, clutching the wound. Creganâs roar of fury echoed through the hall as he moved to shield you. He grabbed the knife from Alicentâs hand, his face a mask of rage.
âEnough!â he bellowed. âThis madness ends now!â
King Viserys, looking frail and distressed, tried to intervene. âPeace! There must be peace!â
Cregan turned on the king, his eyes blazing. âPeace? Look at what your family has done! My wife is injured, my son is hurt, and for what? Petty squabbles and insults?â
Rhaenyra, tears streaming down her face, reached for you. âSister, Iâm so sorry.â
You managed a weak smile, despite the pain. âItâs not your fault, Rhaenyra. But something must change.â
As the maesters attended to your wound, Cregan kept a protective arm around you. He glared at the Greens, making it clear that any further aggression would not be tolerated. The hall was filled with a tense silence, the air thick with unspoken threats and unresolved grievances.
In the aftermath, Cregan insisted on returning to Winterfell with you and Eddard. âWeâll be safer there,â he said, his voice gentle but firm. âI wonât risk your lives any longer.â
You nodded, grateful for his unwavering support. âThank you, Cregan.â
He kissed your forehead, his lips warm against your cool skin. âI love you. I will always protect you.â
As you prepared to leave Driftmark, you couldnât help but feel a pang of sadness for the family you were leaving behind. You took a moment to say your farewells to Rhaenyra and her children.
âPlease, take care of yourselves,â you whispered to Rhaenyra, holding her hands tightly. âWeâll be in touch, I promise.â
Rhaenyra nodded, her eyes filled with worry. âBe safe, sister.â
With a final embrace, you and Cregan gathered Eddard and boarded your ship, setting sail for Winterfell. The journey was long, but Creganâs presence and Eddardâs innocent chatter kept your spirits high.
Winterfell welcomed you with open arms. The cold, crisp air and the familiar sights brought a sense of comfort. As you settled back into your home, the events at Driftmark seemed like a distant nightmare.
Cregan, ever the doting husband, ensured you had everything you needed to recover from your injury. He personally oversaw the maestersâ treatments, and his protective nature brought you solace.
A few hours later, as you sat by the fire, Cregan wrapped a warm blanket around your shoulders and handed you a cup of hot tea. âHow are you feeling?â he asked, concern etched on his face.
âBetter,â you replied, taking a sip. âThanks to you.â
He smiled, sitting beside you. âIâll always be here for you. No matter what.â
You leaned against him, finding comfort in his strength. âI know. And Iâm grateful.â
Life in Winterfell slowly returned to normal. Eddard resumed his lessons and playtime with the other children, while you and Cregan focused on the responsibilities of ruling the North. Despite the distance from Driftmark, the shadow of that day lingered.
Later that night, as you lay in bed, you turned to Cregan. âDo you think things will ever be right again between the Blacks and the Greens?â
Cregan sighed, his brow furrowing in thought. âItâs hard to say. The wounds run deep. But we must try, for the sake of our family.â
You nodded, understanding the gravity of his words. âI want Eddard to grow up in a world where he doesnât have to choose sides.â
Creganâs grip on your hand tightened. âWeâll do everything in our power to make that happen.â
Many moons have passed, and your wound healed, leaving only a faint scar as a reminder of the confrontation. The bond between you and Cregan grew stronger, forged in the fires of adversity. Winterfell thrived under your joint leadership, a beacon of stability and strength. In the morning, as the first snow of the season blanketed the ground, you stood on the battlements with Cregan, watching Eddard play with the other children.
âHeâs so happy here,â you remarked, smiling at the sight of your sonâs laughter.
Cregan wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. âOf course he is, this is our home. Heâs meant to be here.â
You nodded silently, feeling a deep sense of peace. Your eyes went to the scar on your arm, being reminded of what happened. You looked at your husband, with sadness in your eyes.
âI hope my family will stop this infighting, i wish for all of this today endâ Your thoughts began to wonder of all the possible outcomes this conflict can end with. This could very well mean that death will linger in your family. Something no one will ever be prepared for, war costs everything.
The quietness of Winterfell enveloped you as you drifted into a fitful sleep beside Cregan. The room was cold, and the memory of the somber eventsâthe funeral of Lady Laena Velaryon, the sharp sting of your woundâstill weighed heavily on you.
In your dream, the landscape was bleak and foreboding. A storm raged over a desolate battlefield, its fury tearing at the very fabric of the sky. You wandered through the chaos, a spectral figure in the stormâs heart. Amidst the destruction, you saw a vision of a great dragon, its scales a dim and faded silver, bound by chains of ice that slowly constricted around its body. The dragonâs eyes were filled with a profound sorrow, as if it sensed the end drawing near.
A shadowy figure emerged from the stormâa man cloaked in shadows, his face obscured but his presence undeniably menacing. His voice cut through the tempest, speaking directly to your mind, âThe chains of fate are not easily broken. A great loss is coming to your house.â
As you reached out to free the dragon, a dark prophecy formed in your mind, clear as day. âCregan will face a treacherous choice,â you heard yourself say in the dream. âA betrayal will come from within. Death will follow.â
You awoke with a start, the remnants of the dream lingering like a cold shiver down your spine. Your breathing was rapid and uneven, and a profound fear gripped you. You turned to Cregan, who was lying beside you, his face furrowed in concern.
The sudden movement and your distressed state had startled him. âWhatâs wrong?â he asked, his voice rough with sleep as he reached out to steady you. His hand found yours, his grip warm and reassuring against your icy fingers.
âMy dream,â you managed to stammer, your voice trembling. âI saw... I saw something terrible. A dragon in chains, and a warning about youââ
Creganâs eyes narrowed with concern, but he quickly sat up, his arm wrapping protectively around you. âWhat did you see? Tell me everything,â he urged, his voice steady despite the worry etched on his face.
You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. âI donât know all the details, but it felt so real. I fear that something dark is coming, and it will bring pain to us and our house.â
Cregan nodded, his expression resolute despite the alarm in his eyes. âItâs okay,â he said softly, pulling you closer to his body. âFor now, try to rest. You need itâ He cradled your body as you leaned towards him, the warmth of his body bringing you comfort.
As you lay back down, you could feel the storm of fear inside you slowly ebbing, but the weight of the dreamâs prophecy remained heavy in your heart.
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