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bananayuyu · 6 months ago

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Lust is in the Air

Pairing: Hongjoong x f reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 6.4k

Summary: Your best friend drags you along to a family wedding, wanting to add some fun to your all too serious life. Turns out her uncle is the one who really provides the distraction.

Warnings: smut, MDNI, age gap (Hongjoong is 40 reader is 23), some talk during sex about the age gap so really don't read this if you don't like that, some dom/sub dynamics, throat fucking, degradation and praise, bratty y/n, use of pet names (baby, doll), ass eating, anal, unprotected sex

A/n: Sometimes I see a random video of him and I'm reminded all over again how hot I think a very mature Hongjoong would be. Especially if he was mocking me and making me feel pathetic. Yeah this was pure horny, quite filthy for me. This isn't as proofread as my normal stuff so apologies for any mistakes

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Well, maybe it was a good idea. You had been staying in every weekend since the breakup, and maybe being forced out of the house would be good for you. Force you to interact with a few people, to actually put some effort into your appearance. Maybe put on a little makeup, or actually brush your hair.

"Please don't say no," Beatrice says through the phone. "My family would love it if you came, and I'd love it if you came. And we haven't had a chance to spend a weekend like this in forever. There will be free food and free booze!"

"I know you're worried about me, Bea," you respond, sighing.

"I'm not inviting you out of pity," she says.

"I know, I know. Just, give me some time to think it over. I've got an assignment I need to finish for one of my classes, I think it's due this Sunday night. So if I can't finish it this week I'll need to do it this weekend," you reply.

"Okay, just text me. I'm not gonna invite anyone else as my plus one, if you don't end up coming. So no rush, take your time," she says.

"Thank you. You know I appreciate you so much," you say, sighing into the cushion of your couch.

"You know I feel the same," she says, sighing too. You'd both been through breakups recently. It seemed like your hardships always occurred on nearly the same timeline, making you both able to rely on each other for understanding. And she knew getting you out of the house, especially for a weekend wedding, would be good for you. Her cousin's family was rich and hadn't held back in their planning, booking the fanciest hotel in town for everyone. They were paying for everything; the food and drinks of course, and everyone's hotel expenses. You'd knew you'd go. You'd try to finish the assignment beforehand. But even if you didn't, you'd still go.

Driving up to the front of the hotel together felt surreal. Beatrice had asked to take your car, as it wasn't the bright purple color that her's was. This place was fancy, and though neither of your cars were deluxe, at least your's was black.

"Miss McArthur?" the valet asked once you rolled your window down.

"Yeah, that's me," Beatrice said from the passenger seat, reaching over you to hand him her ID. "This is my plus one, y/n. She should be on the list."

After a brief look at his clipboard the man gave you both a satisfied nod. "Do you ladies have any bags we can carry up for you?" he asked.

"Yes, in the trunk," Beatrice answered for you, which you were grateful for. You'd never interacted with a valet before, never been in such a fancy situation in your life. You stumbled out of the car a bit awkwardly, your jean shorts and t-shirt looking ridiculous next to the suit and tie of the man in front of you. He held out his hand to you and for a moment you paused, wondering if he was offering to take your hand. But then you realized he was actually offering to take your keys. Duh.

"Thank you," you said quickly, heading around the car to meet Bea as you walked behind the man carrying your bags.

On the sixth floor you entered your shared room, a spacious and beautifully decorated space with a huge window covering the far wall. It was a sliding glass door, that led out to a balcony overlooking the river below. In the afternoon sun the water glittered, but you knew the view at night would be the real show, absolutely magical.

"Everyone is meeting in the restaurant at 7," Bea tells you, glancing at her family's group chat.

"Well then I've got a little over two hours to make myself look at least a little bit nice. Like maybe I actually belong here," you laugh, opening your bag to grab the casual dress you'd packed.

"Oh dinner tonight won't be fancy, wear whatever," Bea replies, kicking off her sandals.

"Okay but, with your cousins family not fancy would still probably be a little fancy, right?" you ask.

"You don't need to worry about fitting in, dude. No one will care," Bea replies.

"I just don't want to look like an idiot," you say, eyeing her.

"Y/n, you really need to stop worrying. This weekend is about us having fun. I'm not even that close with my cousin Amana, to be honest. We'll probably barely interact with her family. But we get to attend this fancy wedding, all expenses paid. Just wear whatever you feel like, do whatever you want to. Just promise me you'll have some fun," she says.

"Okay, fine," you respond, rolling your eyes jokingly. "I guess I'll try to enjoy this super nice luxury hotel for the weekend."

Bea laughs in relief, at hearing you joke around. It was what you both needed more of; you both had serious work and school lives already to contend with. And seriously disappointing dating lives, too.

As seven approaches you both make your way to the elevator, pausing at you exit the door to inspect the slight amount of makeup you'd put on. You hadn't worn any in weeks and it made you feel really pretty, along with the flowly sundress and sandals you'd decided to wear. You weren't always one for such feminine clothing but today it felt right, and you both bounced down the hall, spirits high. Bea led the way through the lobby to a long hallway, past what looked like a bar and some other room that had a bouncer, to the large restaurant at the end. Immediately you saw the long tables lined up, clearly set up for the wedding party. This wasn't the dress rehearsal, just the welcome dinner. It was only Friday, and the wedding wasn't until Sunday. Immediately you spotted the wine and appetizers filling the table, scanning the tables to try to find your seats.

"I can't find us Bea," you laugh, awkwardly walking past family members you'd never met before.

"Y/n, you're at our table," you hear a familiar female voice say, and turn to see Bea's mom.

"Oh, hi! Thank you!" you say as you walk over to her, giving her a quick hug.

"So glad you could join us sweetie," she says, gesturing to your seats. "See, you and Beatrice are near the end there, across from Nathan. Oh and have you met Beatrice's uncle Hongjoong before?" she asks, gesturing down the table.

You look down to see Beatrice sitting, pulling her chair under her and smiling wide. Across from her, in a casual but fitted grey t-shirt, a man smiles back, handing her a glass of wine he's just poured. He is striking, with jet black hair and tattoos, piercings donning his right ear. His jaw is sharp, his teeth perfect when he smiles. He looks maybe 27, 28. He's wearing an expensive watch, or at least a watch that looks expensive to your eyes, and a small simple chain necklace. His hair is cropped short at the sides; he looks so put together, so professional. So mature. So fucking attractive.

"That's Bea's uncle?" you ask her. It's not just his age that makes you ask. It's the fact that he's basically your dream come true. You see the muscles in his arm flex as he pours Nathan a glass too, and it makes your eyes cross for a moment.

"Well technically I think he's a second cousin, once removed, or something like that. He's a part of Wooyoung's family." Wooyoung was her husband, Bea's dad. You'd met her parents, and her brother Nathan, but never anyone else in her extended family. And you struggled to recall ever hearing about a Hongjoong before. You stared at him a moment before he moved his eyes over to you, catching you off guard. His look was mischievous, like he wants to play or mess with you. It made it hard to believe this was someone Bea called 'uncle.'

"Do you want to sit?" Bea's mom asked you.

"Yeah, sorry," you smiled at her, making you way down.

"Y/n! This is my uncle Hongjoong, and Hongjoong, this is y/n," Beatrice says as you pull out your seat next to her.

"Very nice to meet you," he says with an outstretched hand, his handshake strong and confident in a way that makes your body tingle.

"You as well," you reply, with a bashful smile. Immediately Bea asks you a question and you respond on auto-pilot, not even really hearing. Because your head is swimming in water just from being in this man's presence, and you can't focus. You don't even notice the glass of wine he'd poured you until he sets it down by your appetizer plate, gently bumping the stem on the rim of the plate to make a gentle clink. The sound makes your eyes snap up, and for some reason he looks amused.

"Oh, thank you," you say to him, bowing your head slightly. That mischievous smirk is back on his face when you lock eyes again, like he's trying to tell you something, but you can't be sure what it is. You certainly hope he's thinking what you're thinking. God, he's fucking stunning.

Those are the only words you speak to each other for the entirety of dinner. With so many people in attendance the restaurant is loud, louder still as everyone becomes tipsy, and then outright drunk on the unlimited wine.

"Hey, my parents want me a Nathan to go take pictures with them on the golf course nearby. They booked a photo shoot or something," Bea tells you, rolling her eyes slightly. "I'm not sure when we'll be back but feel free to like, go to the hot tub or do whatever around the hotel," she says.

"Okay, sounds good. Thank you, seriously," you say as you hug her. "I hope it's fun."

"Oh, I'm sure it will be," she laughs. "My parents and their family photos," she shakes her head, making you giggle, as she slowly makes her way to meet her brother at the front door of the restaurant.

You take stock of yourself for a moment, making sure you have your phone and your wallet in your purse, making sure your room key is still in your wallet. You take the last swig of your second glass of wine, patting yourself on the back for not overdoing it this first night when basically everyone around you did. You start sipping on your nearly empty glass of water too, knowing you don't want to wake up hungover tomorrow. The table is basically empty, with everyone slowly clearing out or making their last requests at the bar. You decide you'll go explore in a moment, go scope out the pool and hot tub situation, and maybe see if you can figure out what room is behind that bouncer. But just as you start standing up, Hongjoong approaches the table.

"I got some more waters for the table, but it looks like they've all left," he chuckles, his arms full.

"They went to do a family photo, Bea said," you reply, stuck for a moment awkwardly between sitting and standing. Hongjoong nods, like he already knew.

"Oh, were you about to leave too? Don't let me keep you," he says, the glint back in his eye again.

"I was thinking I'd go take a look at the pool and hot tub, maybe explore a bit," you say. It sort of takes you by surprise that you're sharing this with a total stranger, given your usual instinct to not share anything with people you don't know. You easily could have excused yourself, and been exploring the hotel alone. But deep down you know why you're sharing it. You hope he picks up on that reason, too.

"That's a great idea," he says, gently setting the waters down. "Mind if I join you? I was thinking of exploring the hotel some myself."

Bingo. You smile, eyes fluttering at him for a second. You truly don't even mean to do it, but the way he looks at you has you feeling shameless.

"Sure, I wouldn't mind," you reply, stepping out from your chair and gently pushing it into the table.

"Want to take a water with you?" he asks, holding one out.

"I don't think we can just take the glass with us," you reply, narrowing your eyes at him.

"Oh, who cares," he says glancing over his shoulder, seeing all of the wait staff occupied at the bar with everyone's last minute orders. "I'll carry it out, if you're that worried," he says, cocking his head slightly to the side and eyeing you with what must be mock pity.

"Fine," you roll your eyes at him, trying to fight the smile forming on your face from betraying how much his tone and facial expression are affecting you. You turn around and start strolling out of the restaurant, not even waiting for him. Once you're exiting he's already caught up, two water glasses in hand. You turn to your right, heading for the lobby.

"Wrong way, y/n," Hongjoong says lowly from behind you, making you stop in your tracks. "The pool is out those doors at the end of the hall."

"The sign in the lobby says the door to the pool is by the front desk," you reply, looking over your shoulder at him. The hallway is dimly lit, and the shadows on his face make his jaw look even sharper.

"Well that door also leads to the pool," he says, gesturing to the end of the hall. You just stare at him a moment, not sure why you feel the instinct to argue. "You don't believe me?" he asks, chuckling and looking you dead in the eye, before obviously snaking his gaze down the entirety of your body. Now that he's standing you see the fitted black pants and black dress shoes he's wearing, making his outfit look even more professional. His thighs look strong, and his stance is one of confidence, his entire demeanor cool and collected. You want to come up with a witty retort but can't think of anything, so you just start walking the way he's said to, again passing him by without slowing down to meet him. You open the doors gently but don't stop to hold them for him, brattiness taking ahold of you. Maybe it's the fancy hotel, or the wine, but you feel like a princess who deserves whatever she wants. And right now that's to piss Hongjoong off a bit, and see the pool.

"I thought nice girls hold doors open for the elderly," he says once he's exited too, sidling up to you. You stand by the long edge of the pool, taking in the lights below the surface that dance through the water. You turn to him and roll your eyes, taking the water glass he offers you immediately. "So, what do you do?" he asks.

"I'm still in school, I'm in my senior year," you say, turning back to the water. "And I work part time as an administrative assistant in the Dean's office, to help cover some of my tuition."

"College senior," he says, like he's mulling it over. "So that makes you how old?"

"Guess," you say, turning to him again, this time with your whole body.

"22," he replies. His voice low, like he's hesitant to say it.

"Close, 23," you say, not lowering your voice to meet his.

"And how old do you think I am?" he asks you, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Mmm, like, 38?" you joke, squinting your eyes as you look intently at his face. The feeling of wanting to piss him off still hadn't left you.

"How astute," he replies, nodding. "People usually think I'm younger."

"You're actually 38?" you ask, bewildered.

"Actually, 40," Hongjoong replies, making your eyebrows shoot up.

"You're lying," you say, rolling your eyes and shaking your head at him.

"Wow, second time tonight you've thought that. I don't know what I've done to make you think so poorly of me," he replies, that mischievous look again painting his face.

"Oh, shut up," you say, rolling your eyes harder this time, wanting to reach out and playfully punch him. Or maybe not so playfully. He's looking more and more perfect by the second, and his attitude, the way he's just so confident and calm, is making you hot and bothered. You know it maybe it's wrong, but now that you know his real age you find this whole scenario even hotter. If you were honest with yourself you'd always dreamed of fucking an older man, but the few you'd gone on dates with or had the chance to talk to had always been so immature, insecure, and underwhelming. Just like all the other guys you'd dated. It was a massive disappointment to learn that age didn't often give people that self-assured demeanor that you so desired. But clearly it did sometimes; the proof was standing in front of you.

"That wasn't very nice," Hongjoong replies, fixing you with a look of disapproval that makes your thighs clench involuntarily, as the two of you stare each other down merely feet apart. You hold his gaze as long as you can before you look down at your feet, his stoic demeanor feeling like a brick wall you can't break through.

"You're very pretty, y/n," he says, stepping forward to lift your face up to his.

"Really?" you ask him, eyes wide. Playing it just the way he likes.

"I know you know how pretty you are, you've been giving me those eyes all night," he says, looking like he disapproves. "You're a bit of brat, too, aren't you?" he asks, his hand moving to the side of your cheek.

"No comment," you giggle, and he grabs your hand, bringing it to his upper arm. You grab onto his bicep as he moves his hand to your waist pulling you two closer.

"Dance with me," he says, pulling you slightly into his chest.

"There isn't any music playing," you say, laughing. And it's the way that he doesn't just automatically laugh at your little comments that really gets you going.

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you didn't like me very much," he says seriously, pulling you in and starting to rock you back and forth. You dance together for a few minutes, no words being exchanged as your bodies get used to the proximity, as your mind begins to swim again, even more so now that his hands are on you. You want him to kiss you, do anything, now, but he keeps his hands where they are, still leading you around in slow circles. Fuck it, you think. You lift your hands to his face and pull him in, your lips meeting in a perfect kiss, his hand on your waist moving up your back as he holds you to him, leaning you back as he deepens it. You hold steadily onto his bicep for balance, your breathing fast as you stick your tongue in his mouth, not hiding your desperation. You don't care to, not when you've spent two months without this feeling, tortured over the idea that no one at your school would ever consider you an option after your last relationship ended the way it did.

And just when it seems like you're the only desperate one, Hongjoong moves his hands down, running them up your thighs and under your dress to find your panties. He finds none, much to his surprise, which makes his dick harden even further. He gropes your ass, deepening the kiss more, making you arch your back in neediness. And then he snakes his hand around, slowly moving to your core, before suddenly running a finger over your slit, making you gasp. You've forgotten where you are, totally engrossed in the feelings he's giving you. You buck your hips against his hand, moaning pathetically into his mouth, your legs feeling like they might give out on you. He starts circling your entrance, finally pushing one finger in maybe an inch, when you finally remember where you are.

"Wait, fuck, not out here," you say, pulling back from him. He pulls his hand away immediately, his fingers glistening in the lights of the night.

"You don't want everyone to see?" he asks, a smirk on his face.

"Not when the people paying for me to be here could see," you say. Your lips look swollen and wet from the kiss, and it makes him want to grab you again.

"You're the one who kissed me," he says, his voice low. And you know there's more he's implying, that you weren't just the one who kissed him but that you had rocked against his hand, had wanted his touch. That you'd kissed him desperately, making him unable to stop himself. The implication is inappropriate, the accusation he's laid on you not fair in the slightest. He has no way of knowing what you were trying to make him do, or what you wanted to happen. You hadn't said a word. And yet, he's totally right, making it hard for you to respond.

"That's-," you sigh, your pussy still throbbing from your proximity.

"My room is on the 7th floor," he says.

"Okay," you reply. It's all you can say. You stand completely still, stuck to the spot, waiting for him to move. Instead he puts his wet fingers in his mouth, sucking off your slick in one smooth motion, humming in satisfaction. Your mouth gapes at his lewdness, struck now by just how visible you both obviously are.

"Let's go," he says, motioning his head towards the door.

Your legs move automatically, your mind playing over and over the visual of him licking his fingers, the look of utter bliss on his face. As you walk the hallway he comes behind you, putting a hand on the small of your back, making your body melt into him slightly. It feels good but you gently remove his hand, not wanting anyone to see. You pray that neither Bea nor any of her family are in the lobby when you enter, and thankfully, your prayers are answered. Nor does anyone join you two on the elevator, which makes you willing to stand closer to Hongjoong than you would any other stranger. But still, you don't touch him. As you both exit you walk behind him, almost enough space between you that you could believably look like two total strangers, walking to separate rooms. Until he unlocks his door, holding it open as you slip inside, like you're really not supposed to be in here.

As soon as he closes the door he's pulled you to him, his back slamming into the wall as you nearly crash together, the air between you thick with lust.

"I'm almost twice as old as you, y/n," he whispers in your ear, feeling your pussy clench against his thigh that you're straddling, your mouth on his neck. "You like that," he states, not even asking you anymore. "You like that I'm way too old for you. Too old to be touching you like this."

It's wrong, so wrong and you know it, but the further he pushes it the more you're surrendering to what's happening, to what your body truly craves.

"You've never been fucked right by those stupid boys at your college, have you? You need me to fuck you right, to show you how good you can feel. That's why you were bratty with me, you wanted me to be riled up. Want me to fuck you hard, like I'm mad. Like I'm punishing you," he growls, his breathing heavy as you bite down on his neck, sending sparks of pain and pleasure through his head. "Fuck, you really want me mad, don't you?" he asks and you whine in response, your whole body tingly with anticipation.

"Get on your knees," he says, pulling you back from him, your hair already a mess from his hands, the straps of your dress falling down your shoulders and nearly making your tits spill out. "Open your mouth," he commands, and you follow immediately, your wide eyes looking up at him in desire, his thumb running over your bottom lip. "I like when you do what I say," he says, pinching your cheek and making you blush, the praise making your insides turn to jelly. He unzips his pants smoothly, undoing the button and swiftly pulling out his hard cock, the tip a slight shade of red and already leaking slightly.

"Look what you did to me," he says, palming himself, your tongue nearly falling out of your mouth as you salivate over his beautiful cock. "I thought for a moment I'd have to come up here and deal with this all on my own, after you eye-fucked me all dinner," he continues, slowly stroking his length, moving closer to your open and waiting lips. "I should have known you weren't wearing any panties from the way you were acting," he says, gently running his tip along your outstretched tongue, spreading your spit around your face with it and making a mess of you. "No bra, no panties. You wanted to be fucked tonight." Slowly he enters your mouth, gently holding your head as he pushes further in, gently tapping the back of your throat and making you gag. You moan, your pussy clenching around nothing, wanting him to fill all of your holes at once. "That feels good, doesn't it. Gagging on my cock," he smirks, your eyes fluttering closed as he pushes in again, this time a little harder. "Eyes on me baby, don't look away," he says, slowly beginning to fuck your throat, gently enough not to choke you but deep enough to make you repeatedly gag, your spit covering his cock and running down your chin, your face a complete mess. "Fuck, your mouth feels good," he groans, his face scrunching up in pleasure for a moment, before he looks down to meet your eyes again, which are now glued to him, glued to every change in his expression, every flick of his tongue across his bottom lip. "I'm gonna go harder baby, I know you can take it," he warns you before picking up his pace, his cock nearly bottoming out in your mouth as he holds your head in place, repeatedly fucking into your throat. You're automatically swallowing around him, your body's reflexive actions taking over. "Fuck, so good," Hongjoong sighs, your head feeling light from the lack of oxygen and your body swimming in pleasure. You could let him use your throat all night if he wanted to, especially if he keeps talking to you like that. Like you're dumb and you don't even know what you want. Like he has to tell you or you'll never figure it out.

Finally you choke hard, your body instinctively pulling you back, and he pulls out of your mouth letting you catch you breath, stroking a hand through your hair. You run a hand across your mouth, trying in vain to clean yourself up a bit, wiping the saliva on your dress and staring up at him open mouthed, your entire body covered in a sheen of sweat.

"Hey, don't ruin this," he says pulling at your dress, moving behind you to help take it off. He slowly undoes the zipper, gently pulling the straps down and off your arms before helping you stand to step out of it. Completely bare, you stand in front of him, his hand coming up to spank you, grabbing your ass hungrily in his hand. You yelp at the impact, like you weren't expecting it. Like you hadn't been sticking your ass out ever so slightly, arching your back to add to the affect. "Don't write checks you can't cash, doll," he says, making you giggle and turn your head to face him, a look of utter delight on your face. "It really makes you happy when I scold you, doesn't it," he says, staring you down.

"Why are you so clothed?" you ask, finding your words.

"You want to see me naked?" he teases.

"Just seems like you're hiding something. Maybe under all that nice clothing you're really not that built," you laugh, knowing it would strike a nerve. It wasn't hard to tell that he cared about his figure.

"Go sit on your hands on the bed," he retorts, his eyes narrowing, as he starts taking off his watch, undoing the clasp on his chain. He sets both down on the table gently, pulling his shirt over his head next, revealing that most of his abdomen is also covered in tattoos, his broad shoulders and broad chest. Slowly he sits on the side of the bed to untie his shoes, periodically looking up at you to make sure you haven't moved, moving almost comically slow. You wriggle in anticipation, watching him slowly reveal himself, his muscular thighs finally on display to you as he pulls down his pants and boxers, his cock hard and a deeper shade of red now, still glistening from your spit.

"Lay on your stomach," he says, moving over you when you oblige, raking the hair out of your face so he can see you. "This is what you get for sticking your ass out," he says, swiftly moving down to lick over your hole, making you gasp at the coldness of his tongue. Immediately the feeling runs to your clit, your entire crotch alive with pleasure, your back arching instinctively to meet his movements. He spreads your cheeks to get better access, moving his tongue in quick circles around your tight entrance, your body slowly relaxing from the pleasure he's providing.

And suddenly he's off of you, reaching into his bedside drawer and pulling out a bottle, swiftly lubing the fingers of his right hand and moving them to your waiting hole, gently pushing one in. You groan, the tight muscles stretching already, your body arching even further to give him the perfect angle as he gently starts pumping in and out of you.

"You like getting your ass eaten, I knew you would. So dirty," he says, making you whine in agreement, your brows scrunched together in pleasure. Soon he adds another finger, the stretch again making you groan, your body instinctively tightening up at the intrusion. "I know you can take it," he says, not even attempting to comfort you. "Don't brats like getting their asses fucked?" he asks, his words making your clit ache, your body finally releasing again as he works you open with two fingers, taking the opportunity to quickly add another. "I knew it," he says, satisfied with how quickly he's stretched you open, how pliant your body is in his hands, how he's getting exactly what he wants from you. Still fucking you with his fingers, he opens the lube bottle again with his other hand, generously dousing his achingly hard cock. Gently he pulls his fingers out of you, frozen for a moment staring at the way your hole has opened up, nearly drooling from the visual.

"Spread you legs," he says, pushing your knees apart himself, pulling you ass up towards him, just where he wants you. Lining himself up, he slowly pushes in, the stretch even more severe this time, making you whine in pain, your breaths short and stifled with your head now shoved into his pillows. "What, you can't take it? Is it too big?" he asks, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "My little brat can't take my cock in her ass?"

Tears start forming in your eyes from how turned on you are, the pain a secondary feeling as it all starts to feel just right, as it starts morphing into only pleasure as your muscles finally relent. You feel like you're being split open, like you're opened up more than ever before, like he's gutting you from the inside. Finally he bottoms out, reaching into you further than you thought you could feel, your clit throbbing painfully with need.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groans from above you, brushing a hand along your cheek in an almost sweet gesture, seeing the single tear stain on your cheek. He waits a moment, waiting to feel if your body is ready, and suddenly your hips are moving into his like your body is begging him to move. He slowly pulls out, almost all the way, then thrusts back in, making you gasp at the intense pleasure, your breath nearly getting caught in your throat. Grabbing your hips he starts forcefully thrusting, chasing his own pleasure as he's sucked into your ass, the tight muscles threatening to make him come in an instant. Desperate for some relief you move your hand to your clit, desperately trying to circle it as he rocks you hard with the force of his thrusts. His eyes are glued to your ass, glued to the way his cock looks buried inside you, and your face, the way your mouth hangs permanently open as you moan in earnest, clearly not controlling a single sound that is coming out. The raw sounds make him fuck into you even harder, the way you sound so pathetically fucked out, like you can't believe this feels so good. Eventually his eyes roam down again and spot your hand, swatting it away in an instant, his anger boiling up again.

"Is my cock not enough?" he scolds, his voice gravelly from breathing so raggedly, the air in the room stiflingly hot. In this position it's hard, but quickly he finds a good angle and lands a sharp smack on your clit, the pain lancing through your core like lightning, and suddenly your whole body is shaking, your nerves completely on fire. "Even with my cock buried in your ass you want to piss me off, don't you?" His voice is raised, nearly to the point of losing control, but still very calculated. He lands another sharp slap on your clit, this time not as hard, but in an instant your orgasm washes over you, your whole body shaking hard as you squeeze down around his cock making it hard for him to keep moving.

"Fuck, baby, shit," Hongjoong curses, his climax hitting him by surprise, his cock milked by your tight walls squeezing down on him, your body taught with just how hard you came. His orgasm crashes over him fast and hard, his body going limp just after yours does, as you both collapse in a pile on the bed, his cum coating the walls of your ass in silky wetness. Your legs are still shaking, tucked up underneath you, his cock still buried deep inside. The position is awkward but you don't even feel it, the pleasure still rippling through you as you breath hard into the soft pillow. Hongjoong crashes onto your back, his arms instinctively wrapping around you, his chest and stomach rapidly rising and falling from his heavy breathing. His skin feels sticky and hot against yours, his hot breath fanning over your cheek as he plants a kiss there, intently watching your face as you come down.

"I'm gonna pull out now, okay?" he asks, eliciting a hum of agreement from you. Slowly he pulls backwards, his cum spilling out of you the moment he's pulled out entirely, spilling down your ass cheek onto the bedsheets. Hongjoong makes his way to the bathroom, quickly cleaning himself up before grabbing a washcloth for you, dousing it in luke warm water. Coming back to the bed he gently moves you onto your back, to the side of the pool of cum. He gently wipes you down, making you moan when he brushes over your clit, making himself chuckle.

Glancing over at the clock beside his bed you see it's nearly 11pm, your mind spinning. Quickly you move to the ground to rummage through your purse, glancing at your phone to see a text from Beatrice reading 'I'm back now, don't stay out too late miss.'

Be back soon, you write back.

"I should be going," you say, trying to stand up, your wobbly legs making it difficult. Hongjoong is at your side in a moment, stabilizing you, helping you to sit down on the bed while he grabs your dress off the floor. You hastily pull it over your head, running your fingers through your hair and feeling the knots that have formed. Quickly you zip the back of your dress, shove your phone in your purse and stand to slip on your sandals, not wanting to keep her waiting. The sudden quietness of Hongjoong also has you feeling slightly on edge, and really your head is just spinning, from every unexpected thing that happened.

"I'm not still mad, you know," he says gently, grabbing your hand as you move to breeze past him.

"Yeah?" you ask, looking at him with confusion.

"You don't need to still be acting like a kid who is in trouble," he says, kissing your hand. "That was just, that. You can talk to me like anyone else, now."

You eye him, swallowing thickly. What does one even say, now? Could he tell how inexperienced you were with hookups?

"I'm not sure what's going on in that pretty head of yours. I hope it's happy thoughts."

You nod, a smirk playing on your lips. You're speechless, unable to think a complete thought. It all just plays in your head, his tongue on your ass, his fingers stretching you out, his cock pounding into you so hard. And the smack on your clit, the way it made you come so fast, the ghost of the feeling still present in your core.

"Not those thoughts. You're gonna jump me again," he laughs, and finally you smack him, punching his arm soon afterwards. Pushing past him you walk fast, opening his door and spinning around, your eyes piercing as you meet his.

"What, you can't take my teasing?" he asks, but suddenly his door swings shut, your face gone in a flash.

As you saunter down the hall to the elevator you feel fucking amazing, swinging your purse over your shoulder and flipping your hair to the side, your sleepy eyes boring holes into the metal doors.

Well, she did tell you to have some fun. You just hoped Beatrice wouldn't be too mad you fucked her uncle.

#ateez smut #hongjoong smut #hongjoong x reader #ateez x reader

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sleepn0tfound · 1 month ago

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as a peace offering for disappearing again and in honor of my new obsession with marvel rivals (which is why nothing has been coming from this account...) these are the voicelines I think reader would have with marvel characters if she was in game

Allies

Reader: Nice aim as always, Barton.

Hawkeye: You’re not bad yourself, kid.

Reader: So... are you gonna heal me or not, Laufey? Kinda dying here!

Loki: Not my fault you can’t stay alive.

Reader: I got your back, Spidey.

Spiderman: Right back at you, Foxy!

Reader: Thanks for the shield, Rogers.

Captain America: Be more careful next time─! HEY! Stay behind me─

Reader: Guess it’s you and me Buckaroo.

Winter Soldier: Don't stray too far, kid.

Winter soldier: Having fun pasting stickers on my arm, kid?

Reader: It adds some personality.

Iron Man: Hey kid! One of your special gadgets could really help us out right about now!

Reader: Yeah yeah old man, on it.

Reader: Go for the backlines, I'll support you from the front.

Black Panther: I knew I could count on you, kid.

Reader: If you need some spare parts you know who to ask.

Rocket Raccoon: Appreciate it kid, need help repairing anything before battle?

Reader: Nah i'm good. Let's get this started.

Reader: Wall me up, groot.

Groot: I am Groot!!!

Reader: Thanks buddy.

Reader: Mjolnir is truly a work of art.

Thor: Hey Kid─ What did we say about lifting my hammer so casually?

Enemies

Reader: Is that all you got old man?

Iron Man: Just getting started, kid!

Reader: You're mischief is proving to be quite irritating.

Loki: It's in the name, sweetheart. What else did you expect?

Reader: What a pity that we're on different sides this time.

Winter Soldier: Give me all you got, kid and don't hold back.

Reader: Never planned to.

Reader: Infinite bullets? How troublesome.

Rocket Raccoon : This kid is insane! She's walking through bullets as if it's rain!

Reader: All those arrows can't save you now, Barton.

Hawkeye: Dammit kid! I knew you were a good shot but what is this!

Reader: Having trouble reloading? Figures.

Reader: You think your shield can protect you, Rogers?

Captain America: No but it's─ AGH! Enough to stall you!

Reader: Always going for the backline, Panther? How predictable.

Panther: You're too perceptive for your age, kid!

Reader: I'm sure that was established long ago.

Reader: You think you're the only that can fly, Spidey?

Spiderman: Woah woah I think we should chill for a bit! I have your favourite coffee─ OH NOT CHILL NOT CHILL!

Reader: You didn't actually think these walls could stop me, did you?

Groot: I am Groot...

Reader: I've always wondered how you will react if your own weapon is used against you... I guess I'll finally find out today.

Thor: You wouldn't dare!

Reader: Watch me.

Lemme know if yall want more cause I prob have a LOT in mind. (Might even make some small one shots for some of them) Also anyone playing on asia server on console for marvel rivals wanna carry me 🥺🥺 I need a duo desperately cause my frnd plays on PC and we cant rank tgt. If anyone's curious I'm a Luna Snow main btw I hv her mirae 2099 skin hehe (I CAN BE UR POCKET LUNA PLS CARRY ME)

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reticent-writer · 1 year ago

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Hiii, can you please write another fic about a teenage reader (16-18) and anybody from hazbin hotel. It can be about anything

HEloooo

Alastor x teen reader platonic

Headcannon by @ghostly-one: "During Alastor's absence, Reader went to the overlord meetings in his place"

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*knock knock knock*

You heard as you groaned and pushed your head up from your pillow.

"It's me, Y/n." You could hear the radio static through your door, "I have an errand to run and would like for you to join me."

"I'll be down in a minute." You replied as you started to get up.

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"Oh, boy whats the plan, boss?"

"I like your suits."

"What are the antlers for?"

"Can I touch your ~staff thing~?"

"Are those your ears? or is it your hair? I can't tell."

The egg boiz were annoying the fuck outta you and Alastor. If you knew they would've tagged along, you wouldn't have come even if you were going to an overlord meeting.

"Hark Alastor, Y/n. How fare thee this day." Zestial appeared from nowhere in front of the both of you.

"Good evening Zestial, It's nice to see you again." You greeted with a smile as Alastor quickly threatened the eggs.

"Greetings Zestial." Alastor said as the sinners around you three started to take notice and run.

"Ah, the weather doth become this fine day."

"Indeed. Looks like we might have some acid rain this afternoon."

"If our luck doth hold! I do revel in the screams. How art thou? It has been an age since thou hath graced us with thy presence. Y/n hast been in thy lodging since thee've been gone." Zestial looked to you with a pleased expression as he patted your shoulder before continuing his conversation with Alastor.

"Some hath spun wild tales of you falling into... Holy arms."

"Hahaha Oh, I just took a well-earned sabbatical. Nothing serious. Though it's fun to keep everyone of their toes."

"There too hath been rumour of thy involvement with the princess and her recent flight of fancy. TELL ME, how does thou fall in such folly." Zestial would've creeped you out if you weren't used to his (and Alastor's) over-the-top and old-timey ways.

"That is more me to know. But please do guess. I'd love to know the theories."

"T'would be grander folly by far to assume the workings of your mind, Alastor. Thou hath been naught but an enigma since thy manifested in this realm."

"Coming from someone as ancient as you, I take that as quite the compliment."

The three of you made it the the building where the meeting would be taking place as you and Zestial stepped into the elevator you waiting for Alastor to tell the eggs to wait for him before pressing the button.

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You sat in between Alastor and one of Carmilla's daughters.

"Welcome, Hell sovereign overlords. I've invited you all here because you represent the controlling powers of out city. Together you own millions of souls. Souls at risk with the new extermination schedule. We need to discuss what can be done to minimize the impact to our interest." Carmilla said matter-of-factly. "Zestial, so good to see you, my friend."

"Enchanted as always Carmilla." He said as he sipped his tea.

Carmilla was about to look around the room when she spotted Alastor. The face that she made nearly made you laugh.

"Alastor?"

"Yes, I know I've been absent some time. I'm sure you've all been wondering." Alastor spoke like he'd been waiting 7 years just to say that.

"Not really. But welcome back in any case." She dismissed him. You could hear the static abruptly stop and had to bite your lip so you wouldn't laugh.

Once the meeting started you zoned out staring at the wall. To be honest you didn't really care about the meetings you were only there to show your face and now that Alastor is back it gave you less of a reason to care, but interesting things did happen quite often.

Like Velvette wanting a war with the exterminators.

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Zestial translation: It would be much more foolish to think that I understand how your mind works, Alastor. You have always been a mystery to me ever since you came into this world. (just thought it would be nice to add this.)

@ghostly-one

This is choppy and rushed but parade season is starting soon and I have a lot of performances before then too.

#child reader #x child reader #hazbin hotel fluff #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #platonic #male reader #female reader #gn reader #reticent writes #reticent writer

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mochinek0 · 1 year ago

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Family Secrets

Damian couldn't believe his eyes. He had seen pieces of that costume when he lived in the League, but never did he expect to see his mother, disguised, in Paris! He carefully kept an eye on her as she walked into a bakery. He felt his own breath hitch as a young girl came and hugged her.

"Nonna!" she cried.

'Grandmother?'

"Hello, My Leetle Fairy." his mother replied, hugging her back.

"Are you having fun on your travels?" the girl questioned, "Where did you go this time?"

"Egypt." his mother declared.

The girl smiled, "Did you see the pyramids?"

His mother brought out a keychain of a pyramid and handed it to the girl.

"It's great!" the girl smiled, "I'll keep it on my desk so when I see it, I can think of you."

"I wish you could come with me." the disguised Talia declared.

"Maybe when I'm older?" the young girl answered.

Talia tapped the young girl's nose, "Possibly, but we know very well how hard you work."

"Mom!" announced a man, who seemed the size of Bane, "How are you?"

Damian watched on in shock. He was aware that his mother was much older than she appeared. Hearing someone around his father's age, refer to his mother as a maternal figure was unsettling.

"I'm fine, Tom." she answered.

"Would you like to put your bag down and rest?" he asked.

"Nonsense." his mother replied, "I may look older, but I'm fine. I wanted to see if Marinetta would like to take a ride around the city with me."

"Yes!" the girl cried.

Damian watched as they both got on a motorcycle and drove off.

It took awhile, but Damian finally spotted them near the Seine, eating ice cream. The girl was looking down at something, in her lap. His mother's eyes connected with his and he knew he had made her.

"I'll be right back." Gina spoke, kissing Marinette on the head.

Gina walked in Damian's direction.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded.

"Do you plan to kidnap her, Mother?" Damian questioned.

"Of course not!" Gina snapped.

"Who is she?" he asked.

Talia sighed, "Your niece; she's your age."

"So the man who called you mother-"Damian began.

"Your grandfather wanted me out of the way. He was looking for a male successor to take over." Talia began to explain, "He kicked me out of the League, briefly, and I had some semblance of a normal life. I fell in love with a baker. Tom is our son, before I ever met your father. Essentially, he is your older brother."

She sighed, "Everyhting was fine and I was happy, until he sent someone to exterminate us. Before I killed him, I learned my death was a test. Kill me and become successor to the League. I returned with his head and threw it at your grandfather's feet. He looked at me and said he would allow me back on one condition."

"What was it?" Damian asked.

"I had to leave my family." she admitted, "I said I understood and would be back in three months. I knew he would never stop coming after us."

"Why three months?" her son questioned, "You were already there. Did they not know of the League?"

"Tom was getting married and no, my family knew nothing about the League. I returned and told my family I would be 'traveling in my old age'. A few years after he got married, I came back to a three year old granddaughter. Your grandfather found out and forbid my return."

"Grandfather is dead." Damian spoke.-changing subject

"I've been stopping in more." she declared, "They aren't like us. They're not like your father. They know nothing about my past, aside from divorcing a man, who made me happy. I tell them I'm traveling around the word. I wear a wig and makeup. At some point, I will have to stop visiting all together since anyone else will grow old and pass on. The League........you lose sense of time when there. Two years ago, I thought she was still three. She was turning fourteen."

"What about the man?" her son asked.

Talia smiled, "Reminds me of your grandfather, actually. He's all about 'traditions', so perhaps it was for the best."

"Nonna!" Marinette cried out.

"Please, Damian, leave them alone." his mother whispered.

Damian watched as his mother walked away. He had never known her to beg for something.

"My Leetle Fairy, are you ready to go back home?" Gina asked, "Do you have new inspiration for your designs? I can't wait to see the clothes you create this time."

Damian watched as the girl put her sketchbook away.

'Clothes? Designs?'

He smiled softly. She was an artist, like him. He watched as his mother got on the motorcycle with his niece. What surprised him was seeing his niece glare at him. Damian chuckled.

'Mother may not see it, but she is a lot like them. A little fairy.'

"Damian, a Fairy is someone who helps people who are lost in the dark. It's not always in a literal sense; it can be figurative."

The young Al-Ghul turned and walked in the opposite direction.

'Fairy is a suitable name for my niece. I wonder how Mother would feel learning her true nature? A Fae who lures in her prey.'

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arkhammaid · 1 year ago

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— ˚₊‧⁺˖ THE LIGHTNING ON TRACK | THE WAIT FOR THE FIRST RACE

fandom. formula one & mcu

about. the waiting time between pre-season testing and first race is being filled

content warnings. the girls (men) are fighting and y/n gets a reality check

notes. another chat chapter because you guys liked it lol

george russell Welcome, @/oliverbearman and @/ynstark to the main Grid Chat. I will add you to the other ones as well.

daniel ricciardo WELCOME!!! We're so happy to finally have you here

Also, @/kevinmagnussen, welcome back you ass

Don't leave any groupchats again, it's a pain to add you back

george russell Considering I have to do the work, you're not allowed to complain Daniel

lando norris booo, let him have the fun

nico hülkenberg Oh no, it starts again. I'll mute you asshats if you don't stop this

lando norris you're just boring

oliver bearman thank you guys! very happy and honored to be finally part of the big guys 🫣

y/n stark thank you, george! and i'm excited to officially meet you all, until then, hello :)

charles leclerc Hello y/n, welcome to the grid! I hope you'll enjoy your stay here 😉

y/n stark thank you charles, i'm sure i will lol

kevin magnussen I swear I will block you all

daniel ricciardo Don't be like that, you love us

y/n stark lol, he actually hates you guys, won't stop whining kevin magnussen One day, young lady, one day... y/n stark y'all hear sum? charles leclerc Gagged. lando norris charles???

carlos sainz Can you guys just shut up for once, dios mio.

charles leclerc Aww, Carlos, you love us! carlos sainz Debatable. Sometimes I wish you would all crash and not survive to be honest oscar piastri We get it, you're an asshole carlos sainz Fuck off Piastri oscar piastri Right back at you Sainz

lewishamilton welcome to our new rookies! ollie, awesome to see you again, y/n, don't be a stranger, we haven't talked in ages!

y/n stark lew!! we defo have to, gonna hit you up for fashion show for sure, pepper has been planning something pierre gasly Lew 👀 y/n stark look who's here... the tripod.... pierre gasly Yeah yeah, shutting up. Welcome to the grid y/n y/n stark thank you pierre

sergio perez Welcome, rookies.

max verstappen From me a welcome as well!

esteban ocon Welcome, welcome!! This is so exciting, I've been waiting for a long time now 😋😋

lance stroll Estie??? esteban ocon Shht, Lancey, let me cook lance stroll 💀💀💀

lance stroll Anyways, all of them are idiots, as we already know, welcome to hell, y/n

y/n stark aww, thank you lance. so sorry you have to go throught this 🫂 charles leclerc We're not so bad?? lewis hamilton Well. charles leclerc Oh come on Lewis lewis hamilton I didn't say anything

fernando alonso Stark and Bearman! Welcome to the coolest people on the paddock 😎

oliver bearman thanks fernando! y/n stark thanks nando 😎

alexander albon Hi guys, so nice to see you finally in here! @/georgerussell you took your sweet time man

george russell You be Head of the GPDA then. alexander albon No thank you, I'm fine 🙃

logan sargeant Welcome, welcome, happy to see some new faces!

oscar piastri They're finally here. Welcome back Ollie and welcome Y/n to this shit hole

lando norris you know what osc? oscar piastri No, and I don't care. Save the talking for the track lando norris you do know i'm still zak's favorite driver? i could get you fired oscar piastri Please don't. charles leclerc This is what you get for lying in an interview. No groupchat with all of us is ever formal oscar piastri This literally isn't about you Charles charles leclerc Boo, you hater

y/n stark @/kevinmagnussen i see what you've said now...

kevin magnussen Never ever doubt me again, I've been with those fuckers for years now daniel ricciardo Hey!! That's not nice yuki tsunoda you know what else is not nice ricciardo? daniel ricciardo Yuki, drop it. Team orders are team orders yuki tsunoda i don't give a fuck old man, you behave like a bitch you get bitch behavior max verstappen Drop it or else I'll involve Helmut. yuki tsunoda fuck you dan-cocksucker max verstappen Yuki. We don't carry out team issues to the grid. yuki tsunoda he started first and i have proof daniel ricciardo I don't know why you're being so dramatic, it was only testing yuki tsunoda i give you dramatic you fucking asshole. you know what you did and i stand by my statement that this was a total asshole move. just because you got a big smile doesn't mean you're fooling everyone fucking ass george russell I will both kick you out if you don't drop this immediately.

carlos sainz And it starts again...

valterri bottas You're all children. Stop it

y/n stark so pierre was right huh 😀

kevin magnussen I told you so. pierre gasly Why am I getting involved in shit again?

zhou ganyu I apologize for their behavior. Y/n, Oliver, welcome to the grid, I'll be excited to race you both!

kev

are they actually children because wtf did i just witness.

Yeah... I told you drivers are dramatic. Well, most of them and other's are just their victims. Of course we have our moments and friendships but it's a ruthless sport

man tf. literal man children. i'm so glad i have you as a teammate kev. like seriously. i don't know if i could survive with someone like daniel or carlos

the passive agressive vibes <<<<

that's just not it tbh

I have no idea what you just said but I agree. Daniel and Yuki are not good teammates, it was already bad last year and now this.

To be honest, Nico and I often missed stuff like that since we were stuck at Haas and the upper dogs never really showed interest in what we thought or did but everyone knew what happened between them

pls don't tell me they have a clique here... oh my god and i thought the rumors were false

I mean.. not really but also kinda yes? Better drivers stick together since they're always spending time together, you know. No one cares about the ones who're limping behind, well besides Pierre and Esteban, but they're only kinda involved because they're close to Charles and Lance. And Lewis and Fernando aren't really on their level, they keep to themselves

why are men problematic

not you obvs, but like... jeez really felt the love here when we got welcomed

Welcome to F1 kid, it's a shithole

thanks, it's so lovely here

dad?

i think it's worse than we thought

Honey, what are you talking about?

everything. you should see the group chat with the drivers right now. i thought people were joking about f1 drivers being bitter and bitchy towards each other, but there are literally groups and alliances or whatever the fuck is going on there

and if that's only the drivers... i don't want to know how the teams are

Oh.

but also like, what is that going to stop us? we made plans, we know what to do but dear lord are men stupid. well not all but most of them. i literally had to watch how yuki and daniel were fighting because of a team issue in the GROUPCHAT with all drivers

and when max told them to drop it, he got called a dan-cocksucker, can you imagine??

everyone seems to know why they're fighting besides me and ollie, i knew there was tension in alpha tauri but this?? it's a new level of what the fuck is going on here

Are you alright?

i am

just

yk had to tell someone who's not kev since he has been involved in this forever and is used to it. but i still thought

well idk what i thought, maybe i'm just stupid for my wishful thinking

should've known all of this was pr and that most rumors are true. it will make our lives a bit harder

Don't worry, no matter what they throw against us, it's no alien invasion. They're just whiny little men after all and I'm literally Iron Man

i know dad

love you. and thank you

Of course, anything for you

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worksby-d · 7 months ago

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Would it be crazy

Pairing: dilf!Andy Barber x babysitter!Reader

Summary: Andy remembers your birthday, and you're surprised. But why wouldn't he?

Warnings: Age gap, love confessions tehe

Word count: ~1,000

a/n: sorryyyy we're skipping the first date for now cause idk how to write that yet 🤪 enjoy a self indulgent birthday thought instead!!!!

After knocking on his door a second time, you sigh and reach for your phone in your pocket to double check his text.

He asked a few hours ago if you’d be able to watch his kids tonight. You don't babysit much anymore since you're together, but you figured he's in a pinch if he's asking you instead of their mom, and so last minute.

You definitely have the time right…

While you have it open, you send a quick message letting him know you're at the door.

When a couple more moments go by of nothing, you say fuck it. You normally wouldn't let yourself in, all in an attempt to keep some boundaries when you know his kids are around.

“Hello?” You call out.

It’s oddly quiet when you step through the door, until he comes practically jogging around the corner into the entryway.

“You're here,” he smiles, whisking you into a hug – or at least trying to.

“Yeah,” you scoff, not fully submitting to his embrace yet. You press your hands to his chest to keep him at a distance. “I've been knocking and texting you.”

“Oh shit,” he winces. His fingers apologetically brushing against the small of your back have you close to giving in already. “I’m sorry, I didn't have my phone by me.”

It's nearly impossible to stay annoyed with him. He wraps his arms tighter around your waist, coaxing you closer. He goes in for a kiss and you drop your hands, ready to forget all about it, but you remember where you are and look around.

“They're not here,” he shakes his head with a smile, leaning in to steal that kiss.

“But you asked me here to…” You raise an eyebrow. It's like he's giddy about something. “Why are you being weird?”

“I can't believe you said yes on your birthday,” he teases. You can tell he was waiting to blurt it out. But he gives you a look, like he's scolding you for not doing something more fun than hang out with some kids for the evening.

“Oh… I–” He's caught you off guard. The look on your face softens. You open your mouth to say something, but close it. You didn't expect him to remember your birthday.

You settle on joking with him.

“You used your kids to lure me,” you gasp, placing a hand on your chest in faux shock. “You could have just asked me to come over.”

“That's no fun,” he smirks. “I needed a way to get you here. I wanted it to be a surprise.”

“Well, it worked.” Your hands come up to gently grab his face, pulling him in for a kiss finally. Your words are murmured against his lips. “Consider me surprised.”

When you pull away for a breath, he takes one of your hands in his to start walking toward his kitchen with you.

“You really didn't have anything better to do tonight?” He quips.

“Well, it's a Thursday,” you sigh. “So no. I'll go out this weekend—”

Your voice trails off as you step into the room, seeing everything he planned. This is more than the average date night you’re used to.

He has the table set with candles lit. Balloons and a cake. Dinner ready…

“Did you make the food?”

You don't mean to sound so astonished at that part, but he's usually not one to cook.

“Don't sound so shocked,” he chuckles. “Of course I did.”

A burning smell hits your nose and you know for a fact he's telling the truth now.

“Yeah, yeah.” He can tell you notice it by the way you scrunch your nose. “I was fighting with the smoke detector before you got here. Probably why I couldn’t hear you knocking. I'm sorry again about that.”

“Oh, it's okay,” you laugh, patting his back as you lean against his side. “I can't believe you remembered my birthday…”

“Why wouldn't I?” He gently nudges his shoulder, getting you to lift your head and look at him. “You told me when it is.”

You just shrug. “I don't know.”

“You remember mine, don't you?” He teases.

“Of course.” You give him a warning look for doubting you.

But it's just part of the point he's trying to make.

“So why wouldn't I remember yours?”

He got you there.

“Just not used to someone paying attention to me like that I guess, I don't know.”

You're averting your focus, pretending to look through the gifts on the counter instead of working through your doubts with him.

His face falls into a small pout and he kisses your cheek.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to be woah is me about it,” you try to laugh it off. “Thank you for remembering.”

“You're welcome,” he smiles.

A bout of silence fills the room until you speak up with a whispered voice. “I like you a lot."

“I like you a lot, too,” he assures, pressing a soft kiss to your lips this time.

When he pulls away slightly, you let out a shaky breath that you hope isn't noticeable.

“Would it be crazy if I said I love you?”

It's nearly inaudible, but he hears you. The corner of his mouth twitches as he represses his smile from growing any bigger.

“Well, I don't know…” He says, acting like he's thinking about it. “Would it be crazy if I said it back?”

You let out a laugh, laced with relief. “No.”

“So no, neither of us are crazy.”

“I love you,” you say softly.

“I love you, too.”

The two of you share a kiss that's dizzying, but also feels impossible to pull away from.

When you do, your eyes catch something on the counter.

“Is that a cookie cake?” You ask, still a little breathless.

“Yeah,” he nods, pulling it closer for you to look at. “I remember you saying once that you don't like regular cake, so…”

“You're killing me,” you groan, but can't help but laugh.

He smiles, but braces himself for your answer. “In a good way?”

“In the best way,” you promise, resting your head against his chest. “I can't believe you. Thank you.”

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lucy90712 · 5 months ago

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Can you please make a hector fort fic where he spends all his time with his friends and spends barely time with her. Then they were supposed to go on a date together and she waits for him to pick her up, she waits for 2 hours and goes to social media to see if he has posted anything and sees on his story a picture of him and her girl bestfriend having fun playing games. So she leaves the house with her stuff. When hector comes home he realises what he has done and tries to get back in contact with her but he fails. They don't see each other for a while but he notices her walking on a busy street and tries to talk to her. (ending with fluff please)

You: good morning amor hope training goes well don't forget about our plans tonight I'll be waiting for you

Hector: have fun in class and don't worry I'll be there at 7 as promised

You: love you

That was the last I heard from Hector and now it's 8:32pm and he's still not here to pick me up. He promised he promised me he'd be here and that he'd make up for us not spending any time together. I should've seen it coming as he's been doing this for weeks he's promised time and time again that he will come over or we'll go on a date and then he never shows up. When I can finally get hold of him he always has an excuse either he was busy or with friends and lost track of time but whatever it is it hurts. I've done so much for Hector I've been there for him since we were kids and I've been there for every good and bad moment of his football career but he can't even manage to show up for one day or just to see me for an hour.

We made the jump from being friends to being a couple just over a year ago and for the longest time he was the best boyfriend ever he treated me so well was super attentive and really made an effort to be romantic and take me on dates. I don't remember exactly when it changed I think it happened slowly over time but ever since he's started playing with the first team more he's been busier with training and matches which I understand but what I don't understand is spending every evening with his teammates who he sees all day when he could see me. It might sound selfish but I just miss my boyfriend he's already missed so much like he wasn't here when I was stressed over my big exams and he wasn't here when I got the results and he wasn't here when I needed him most when my mum went into hospital and I was scared and panicking. Just a few months ago he'd never dream of leaving my side during any of those times but now he barely knows they even happened.

I text him once then twice then three times then I called multiple times but they all went unanswered. My last resort was to message him on Instagram as I know he won't have turned the notifications off for that but I didn't need to message him Instagram gave me my answer straight away. He had posted on his story showing him out with his friends and my best friend was with them too which was a whole other level of pain. My best friend knows all about my troubles with Hector yet she went out with him and his friends anyway and didn't even bother to tell me. That was the final straw I'm not dealing with this anymore I deserve better I deserve someone who will be there for me, not break promises and definitely not someone who makes me feel like this.

My mind was racing but I quickly worked out what I wanted to do so I grabbed my keys and got in my car. Seeing as Hector wasn't in I decided now is the perfect time to go and get all the things I have at his place and leave the spare key I have that he gave me ages ago because I won't be needing it anymore. When I opened the door I immediately saw all the little things of mine there are that makes Hector's place feel just like my own some of my books are on his coffee table and my hair ties on the sideboard by the door. I spent some time grabbing all my things while trying not to cry that I was losing my boyfriend who I thought was the love of my life. Before I left I found a piece of paper and a pen and wrote Hector a note to tell him his I felt and why I was leaving and then put my key with it. Closing the door I felt like I was closing a chapter in my life a chapter I never wanted to close and one that's going to stay with me for a long time but it has to be done.

Hector's POV

As soon as I opened the door to my apartment it felt weirdly empty like was something wrong but the door was locked and nothing looked like it has been stolen. Still I had a quick look around and then I noticed a piece of paper on the kitchen counter. Next to it was a key and that's when I realised what was wrong all of y/n's things were gone her books, her hair ties and all of the little things she leaves here were gone and this is her key that's now in my hand not with her like it should be. I knew the note would be from her but I didn't need to read it to know what was going on and what I'd done. I had promised to see her tonight as I've forgotten about the last few dates we've planned but I did it again my friends dragged me out after training and then I got carried away and forgot about the most important part of my day proving to y/n that I will do better. I really didn't want to read the note but I knew I had to I owe her that at the very least.

Dear Hector,

I have left my key and taken my things because I'm done. I'm done because tonight we were supposed to go out you promised you'd pick me up at 7 and you promised you wouldn't forget like you have been for the last few months but you did. Instead of trying to prove to me that you love me and that the last few months have just been an anomaly you went out with your friends and my best friend leaving me waiting for you, calling and texting you until I saw your story. I can't do this anymore I love you but I can't let you treat me like this so I'm calling it here. I've really enjoyed the last year or so we've spent together but it's time for us to move on as clearly we aren't meant to be.

I love you and probably will for the rest of my life but this is goodbye.

Y/n xx

Those words hurt to read. I already knew I fucked up but to see the words written in front of me made it truly hit me how much I'd hurt her. She was the best thing that ever happened to me she was always there for everything no matter what she's been by my side through every up and down and I truly thought she'd be there for everything for the rest of our lives. I wanted her there for every achievement in my career and I wanted to be there for all of her achievements too. She was the one I didn't need anyone else I didn't want anyone else but now she's left me and I don't have my person anymore and I may never have her again.

After the initial shock I tried to text her to see if I could apologise but she had already blocked me so I tried Instagram but she had blocked me on there too. I should've seen it coming but it upset me that I wouldn't be able to reach out to her and try and make things right or at least tell her how sorry I am for fucking this all up so badly. She's gone and it's all my fault that's what hurts the most if I hadn't been such an idiot then we'd still be together but no I had to go and ruin things with the best woman in the world.

A few weeks later

Life has been hell for the last few weeks I've really missed y/n I've missed having her sat in the stands during matches and I've definitely missed seeing her. She's been in my life for the longest time not just as my girlfriend but as my friend so not having her in my life anymore and so suddenly as well has been really hard. I've definitely not been myself all of the guys keep asking if I'm ok and I tell them I am but we all know it's a lie they know how much I love y/n and they can see how it's destroyed me to lose her. I've tried time and time again to reach out to her but of course I'm still blocked I even text her best friend to get her to talk to y/n but she says she hasn't seen her or had any of her texts answered either so I have no way of telling her that I'm sorry.

Everyone keeps telling me I need to try and move on and they're right it's just hard everything reminds me of y/n whenever I go anywhere I see places that we've been on dates to or just places we have memories at. Today I'm going to stop myself from moping about and go for a walk to clear my head as that's what I think I need to be able to move on or at least start to. I decided to go to the nearest park and walk around as it's relaxing and it should be quiet there which is what I need.

The park was pretty empty there was a few people around; one couple with their baby an older couple feeding the birds and a girl who was sat on a bench with a book. The girl reminded me of y/n her hair was the same colour and reading in the park is something she loved to do. As I walked closer I realised that it actually was y/n she had headphones in and the book she'd been reading in her hands like she so often did when I went to see her. Seeing her made me stop in my tracks I didn't know whether to go and talk to her or just leave her be but then I realised this is my chance to talk to her and get closure at the very least.

Your POV

Being without Hector has been hard I've missed feeling his touch and having him next to me when I sleep. So many times I've wanted to take it all back and run back to him but I know I can't or he'll think he can treat me like that again or someone else and I can't let that happen. Today is Wednesday which is the day that I had free from classes and usually I would spend all day with Hector so I've been sat at home all day thinking about him but I can't keep doing that so I needed to get outside. To give me something to do I walked to the park with my book. I found a bench with a nice view of the trees and the little pond with a few ducks and let myself forget about the real world.

I was so in my own world that I didn't notice when someone sat next to me to start with until they sighed which brought me out of my trance. When I looked to my side I think I turned as white as a ghost because Hector was sat next to me with a look of pure sadness on his face. It took a few seconds for my brain to begin functioning again but when it did I leapt up and tried to run away. I'm not ready to face him again not when I've been trying so hard to forget about him and move on I blocked him and separated myself from him so I wouldn't have to do this. Before I could get more than a few steps away Hector placed a hand on my arm he didn't pull me back he didn't even hold my arm tightly but having his hand on me stopped me dead in my tracks. He encouraged me to sit back down so I did and I watched as his hand moved off my arm down to my hand which he held tightly in his grasp so I couldn't run again.

"Hector" I started to say

"No please let me talk" he interrupted

"Ok but you have five minutes then I'm leaving" I said

"I'm sorry and I know move said that a lot recently but I really mean it when I got home and saw the note you left it broke me having all of your stuff gone from my apartment made it feel empty and not being able to see or talk to you has killed me I've missed you so much and I'll do anything to make it up to you" he said

"How do I know that you actually mean it and that you'll actually change I told you how disappointed I was a million times and every time you told me you wouldn't forget the next time and then you always did it's like I wasn't important to you anymore how do I know that'll change" I said

"I know I was an awful boyfriend but losing you has taught me a lot I know I can't treat you like that and I'd never dream of doing it again this might seem to much but you are truly the one for me I don't want to ever be with anyone else so please give me a another chance and I promise I'll do better and if I don't I'll let you go" he said

"Ok but this is your last chance if you miss any date or anything without telling me and giving me a valid reason we're done" I said

"I'll never miss a date ever again don't worry" he said

"I can't lie I'm glad to have you back I've missed you so much it really hurt to walk away" I said

"And you'll never have to walk away again I'm here to stay" he said

He pulled me into his side and leant down to kiss my lips which felt so good as I've missed having him by my side and I've definitely missed kissing him. He let me sit and finish the chapter I was reading before we left the park and went back to his place as he wanted to make things up to me straight away by having a movie date at home which he knows are my favourite. He's definitely off to a good start at making things up to me but honestly I'm just happy to have him back by my side.

#hector fort imagine #hector fort x reader #hector fort #football imagine

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strwbrrychnnie · 11 days ago

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hiii! can i request for a top!male manager/reader x bang chan and han jisung? preferably with double pen OR spitroasting scene, you can decide who gets to bottom as long as M reader is one of the tops (or both of the members trying to fight who bottoms bcs they like reader’s dick but only one gets to bottom)

thank you!! im glad there’s one more M!reader writer here 😞

< under you >

pairing:: bang chan x han jisung x top!male manager reader genre:: smut, slow burn (if ur used to it getting straight to the point) word count:: 10238 summary:: you’re skz’s main manager. they’ve secretly all been pining for you, chan and jisung more than the rest. after you tease chan a little too much one night, it all comes to light. warnings:: smut !!! chan is pathetic. puppy chan. spitroasting. unprotected sex. praise. misuse of honorifics ++ age dynamic. crying . light bondage . notes:: i am SO sorry. this request has been collecting dust in my inbox for almost a full year and i finally finished it. i hope this is worth the wait<3 i love the likes, but if you guys have any comments feel free to share :3 i love the little notes you guys left on the last one

3RACHA overwork. You know this. They know this. The past couple of weeks, while they’ve supposed to be on break, the three producers have been grinding away in the studio. You’re worried about them– especially Chan, who will stay in the studio until the sun rises. So you’re sitting back on the couch, in Chan's studio, making sure the three boys don’t work too hard.

Chan’s focused, his brow furrowed and his lips pulled into a tight pout as he messes with the demos. Jisung’s sitting next to you, typing lyrics on his phone as Chan plays the tracks out loud. Changbin, sitting on the ground against Chan's desk, groans at a text.

“Agh, god.” Changbin stands up, stretching his arms. “I forgot I made plans with Hyune tonight. Can you guys deal without me?” You hold back a laugh and Chan leans back in his chair, looking at Changbin upside down.

“Yeah, we’ll be fine. Have fun with your wife.” Chan smiles and Jisung giggles. Changbin flicks Chan’s forehead and unplugs his charger.

“You’re just jealous, hyung.” Changbin sticks out his tongue, walking towards the door and ruffling Jisung's hair. “Bye, Sungie.”

“Bye, hyung.” Jisung reaches up and squeezes Changbin’s hand. Changbin opens the door and walks out, shutting the door behind him. Chan pauses the track and stretches his arms high over his head, his shirt riding up to reveal a sliver of his abs.

“Well, I think we’ve made a lot of progress today. My brain’s starting to go numb.” Chan sighs, making a groaning noise that ignites a flame deep inside your stomach. You tongue the inside of your cheek, staring intently at the exposed sliver of Chan’s pale skin. You shake it off, taking a deep breath, looking up at Chan's face.

“You all have done really well today,” you slowly work through your words. “Don’t stress about it, you can get back to it tomorrow if that’s what you want to spend your free time on.” Chan spins around in his chair, giving a dismissive wave of his hand.

“Don’t worry about me. I'm not stressed, just a little tired. I'm going to stay here and work on some other tracks, in case you want to stick around. Jisungie?” Jisung perks up, looking up from his phone.

“Yeah, I'm gonna stay. I like the company.” Jisung looks over at you, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Y/Nie hyung?” You smile, patting Jisung's thigh.

“I'll stay. As long as I'm not a bother.” Chan shakes his head, smiling shyly.

“You could never be a bother, Y/Nie hyung. You know that.” Chan says softly, stretching again. This time his shirt rides up even higher, revealing more of his skin. “Agghh. I've been sitting for too long. That feels good.” Chan stands up, closing his eyes and stretching his legs out. You huff, averting your eyes.

“Stretching? Or do you just like showing your skin, Chan?” You stare off to the side of Chan. He blushes and glances down, not having realized that his shirt had ridden up.

“Ah– sorry. I didn't mean– sorry.” Chan yanks his shirt down, hiding away that tantalizing strip of skin. You chuckle, running a hand through your hair.

“No worries. You’re okay.” It's cute, you think. He's so confident on stage, stripping every other performance, but he blushes when his stomach shows accidentally around friends. Chan rubs the back of his neck, sitting back down. He has a small, embarrassed smile on his face and his ears are bright red. Chan clears his throat, turning back around in his chair.

“Right. Well. Let’s get back to work, yeah?” Chan’s voice wavers, his face hidden from you. Jisung looks between you and Chan, a smirk growing on his face. You glare at him playfully, warning him to keep his mouth shut. Jisung chuckles and raises his hands in defeat, shooting a knowing smile at you. You flip him off behind Chan’s back and Jisung bursts out into a giggling fit, slapping your hand down.

Jisung hops up, kneeling down next to Chan and pointing at a track on Chan’s laptop. “Hyung, what’s this one?” Your interest is piqued, looking up over Chan’s shoulder to see Jisung pointing to a file called ‘Under You.’ You can see Chan visibly stiffen, his ears blushing pink.

“Ah, that’s– that’s just something I've been working on for fun. I won't make it a Stray Kids song. It’s not finished, but it’s coming along okay, I think.” He turns slightly to face Jisung, and you can see the side of his face. Chan slightly glances your way, then looks back to his laptop, biting his bottom lip.

Your body heats up– a song called ‘Under You,’ at the mention of which Chan looked at you immediately. Your thoughts are racing a million miles a minute, and Jisung voices those thoughts without hesitation.

“Just for fun? Sounds like another ‘Railway,’ hm?” Jisung teases, pinching Chan’s cheek. Chan hisses, slapping Jisung’s hand away, squirming in his seat.

“No, I mean– no. I was just messing around with some samples and throwing some lyrics together. It’s not about anyo– it’s not about anything in particular.” Chan babbles, closing the tab of his demos.

“There's already lyrics, hyung?” Jisung giggles. “Come on, we HAVE to hear it now.” You sit up, crossing your arms over your chest.

“C’mon, Channie. Sungie wants to hear it.” You want to hear it, too, but you won’t openly admit that. Chan hesitates, glancing back at you from the corner of his eye before looking back at his laptop. He takes a deep breath, opening the tab back up. With the click of a button, the demo plays.

The song is slow and sensual– it sounds like a copy of ‘Railway,’ practically. But Chan’s voice comes in, soft and breathy. You can’t make out most of the lyrics because of the vocal effects and how quiet his voice is, but his tone is downright sinful. It sounds like he’s on his knees, pleading for–

You close your eyes, making fists with your hands. Stop. You can’t be thinking this way about the man who practically employs you. You open your eyes to see Jisung looking between you and Chan, holding back a giggle. Chan’s gaze is trained on his laptop screen, a faint blush creeping up on the back of his neck, stopping the song after not even a full minute. The room falls silent as Chan hesitantly turns to face Jisung, avoiding your gaze. You tilt your head to the side, looking up at Chan’s reddening face.

“Another explicit song, mm?” You chuckle. “It's good! I like it. Though I don't listen to songs like it often.” Chan laughs awkwardly, reaching up to tug at his ear.

“Ah, yeah, thanks. Like I said, it’s not about anyo– anything in particular, just experimenting with the track.” He looks back at his computer, very obviously ignoring the way you’re devouring him with your eyes.

You hum. “Sure, Channie.” A beat of silence passes before Jisung speaks up, gently pushing and pulling Chan’s shoulder.

“Oh, come on, hyung, it’s so OBVIOUSLY about Y/Nie hyung.” You choke on air, hiding your eyes with your hand. A strangled noise escapes Chan’s throat, his face burning as he glares at Jisung.

“I swear to god, Jisung, I’ll end you if you don’t shut the fuck up–” Chan slaps Jisung’s shoulder as he attempts to block the hits. You smile, chewing the inside of your cheek as you look at Chan’s back. As soon as you stand up, Chan stops hitting Jisung, hearing your steps move closer to him. You gently place your hands on Chan’s shoulders and he freezes, his breath hitching in his throat.

“Channie,” you whisper, softly massaging Chan’s tensed shoulders. “Turn around.”

Chan slowly turns around in his chair, the room dead silent as the chair squeaks beneath him. You look down at Chan, your hands moving to the sides of Chan’s shoulders.

“Is the song about me, Chan?” You ask softly, rubbing circles with your thumbs into Chan’s skin. Chan hesitates, his eyes meeting yours for a moment before quickly flickering down. His mouth opens and closes as he struggles to find the right words. He breathes out a small response, but you can’t make it out. You move one hand off Chan’s shoulder, tilting up Chan’s chin. “Mm? I didn’t catch that.”

Chan’s cheeks flush a deep red, looking up at your face. He repeats himself with a small pout on his lips, barely above a whisper. “Yes. It’s about you, sir.”

Jisung giggles. “I knew it.” You narrow your eyes at him and he shuts up, his eyes widening as his lips close tight. You turn back to Chan, scratching under his chin.

“You two have talked about me, haven’t you? About this?” Chan glances at Jisung, chewing on his lip.

“Y-Yeah. Yeah. We've talked about you before.” Chan whispers, looking down at your chest to avoid your eyes. “God, this is so embarrassing,” he groans, bringing a hand up to massage the bridge of his nose. You shake your head, kneeling down in front of Chan. You place a hand on Chan’s knee and the other on Jisung’s thigh. Chan gulps, looking down at you with blown pupils as Jisung stops breathing.

“It's okay. Thank you for being honest with me.” You squeeze Chan’s knee, turning to look at Jisung. “Sungie, have you thought about me in that way, too?” Jisung blinks blankly, just now remembering to breathe and nearly hyperventilating.

“Uhm… yeah. Yes, sir. I have.” He stutters, biting his bottom lip.

“Good. Thank you for being honest with me, too.” You smile, looking back to Chan. “Channie. It's okay. Really. Look at me.” Chan nods, chewing his bottom lip, eyes meeting yours. You pout teasingly, tracing patterns into Chan’s knee. “You look adorable. I've never seen you like this.”

Chan turns even more red, if possible, spluttering. He tries to compose himself as he blinks rapidly, shaking his head. “D-don’t say things like that, hyung.”

“Mhm? You don’t like it?” You stand up, lifting Chan’s chin up only to take your hand away, stepping back to sit on the couch. “Okay. Then I'll stop.”

Crestfallen, Chan’s eyes follow your hand as it leaves his chin and Jisung whines pathetically at the loss on his thigh. Chan pouts, reaching his hand slightly out to you. “Y/Nie hyung, please–” You tilt your head to the side, crossing your arms.

“Please, what? Use your words.” Chan whines, shifting around in his seat awkwardly. Jisung watches Chan with bated breath as Chan looks up at you with puppy dog eyes.

“You’re m-mean. I want… you to keep saying nice things to me.” Chan whispers.

You smile, looking at Jisung. “Have you ever seen him like this, Sungie?” Jisung shakes his head, eyes wide and amused. He's slowly getting back into a solid headspace.

“Never. He's always so dominant, maybe a little shy sometimes. But this is… wild.” You nod, leaning back, patting the couch next to you.

“Come sit with me, Jisung.” Jisung scrambles up, plopping down next to you. Chan watches you two, silently fidgeting with his fingers in his lap. You lay your arm on the cushion of the couch behind Jisung, your hand draped over Jisung’s shoulder. “Channie looks so cute, doesn’t he?” Jisung nuzzles into your arm, smiling at Chan.

“Yeah. He’s always been cute, but… this is a whole new side of him.” You nod, looking at Chan, who’s pouting and looking at the two of you on the couch with pleading eyes.

“Need something, baby?” Chan squeaks at the pet name, looking away with a huff.

“Stop it, hyung. You’re teasing me.”

“I'll give you what you want if you tell me what it is, sweetheart.” Chan whimpers again, sticking out his bottom lip and looking between you and Jisung. He squirms, biting down hard on his lip.

“I just– I wanna be held, hyung. I wanna–” He cuts himself off, flushing an even deeper shade of red. You chuckle, setting your legs together and patting your lap.

“C’mere, sweet boy.” Chan’s cheeks heat up, his eyes blown wide as he slowly stands up and walks over. He hesitantly sits in your lap, straddling your legs, wrapping his arms around your neck. You smile down at Chan, still towering over him even when he’s sitting in your lap. You wrap an arm around his waist, holding him close. “Hi, pretty.” Jisung sits a little closer, running his hand down Chan’s back. Chan buries his face in your neck, whining softly. He shifts on your lap, clearly flustered. You chuckle, bringing your hand up to caress the nape of Chan’s neck while you bring Jisung closer, wrapping your arm around his shoulders. “You’re so cute, Channie.”

Chan mumbles something into your shoulder, too flustered to say anything more than some form of gibberish. He shivers under you and Jisung’s touches, burying his face in your shoulder. You hum, playing with Chan’s hair. “Sungie, you know what I think?” Jisung tilts his head, looking at Chan on your lap.

“No, hyung. Enlighten me.”

“I think we should give our wonderful leader some much-needed stress relief, what do you think?” You whisper against Chan’s neck, making him shudder. Jisung giggles, petting Chan’s hair.

“Mhm. Hyung’s been working so hard for us, he must be so pent up.” Jisung whispers, twirling Chan’s curls around his finger. You softly kiss Chan’s neck to be met with a wonderful whimper from Chan’s lips.

“Wanna tell me and Sungie what exactly you were talking about in your song, mm?” You whisper, running your hand down Chan’s back. “Something about being under me?” A soft whine escapes Chan’s lips as his hips twitch against yours.

“H-hyung, please–” You snap your arm down to wrap around Chan’s waist tightly, holding him in place.

“Ah, ah,” you scold. “No moving. Tell me what the song is about, pretty.” Chan whimpers and you lean in, your breath ghosting over his neck. “Maybe I can make it happen, Channie.”

Chan whines again, his arms tightening around your shoulders as he clings to you. He turns his head to the side, away from you, eyes fluttering shut as he feels your warm breath on his neck. “I–It’s about you being… above me… holding me, pinning me.” You smile, curling a strand of Chan’s hair around your finger.

“Yeah?” You lessen your grip on Chan’s waist, gently setting your hand on the small of his back. “All I'm doing is pinning you down? Nothing else?” Chan relaxes in your hold but flushes red at your question. He buries his face in your shoulder, trying to form a coherent sentence.

“N-no, it’s… other things, too… other things I want you to do… to me.” He whispers so quietly that you’re certain Jisung couldn’t hear.

“Tell me, baby. Sungie and I won't judge, yeah?” You look over to Jisung, narrowing your eyes as if to say ‘agree, or else.’ Jisung nods quickly, running his fingers through Chan’s hair.

“We won’t judge, hyung. We wanna make you relax, okay?” Jisung plays with Chan’s hair as Chan whines, nuzzling further into your shoulder.

“Exactly. It’s okay, Channie baby, you’re safe here. What do you want me to do to you, sweet boy?” Chan sighs shakily, gripping your shirt tightly.

“I want you to… touch me, take control. I want, I want–” He cuts himself off as you feel his face physically get hotter to the touch. “I can't say it, hyung. You know what I want. Please don’t make me say it…”

You move your arm from around Jisung’s shoulders to cup Chan’s face with both hands, lifting it up gently. You caress his cheeks, looking him in the eye. “Channie, I'm not trying to mess with you or make you any more embarrassed than you already are. I just want you to tell me explicitly what you want, because I don't want to overstep or overwhelm you.” Chan melts, his eyes softening and his lips forming a small pout. “Please tell me, sweet boy.” A breathy whine leaves Chan’s lips as you call him sweet names, falling apart in your hands. He looks up into your eyes, his gaze flickering down to your lap.

“I want you to fuck me, hyung. Please.”

You smile, gently squeezing Chan’s cheeks together to make him pout. You let go, ignoring Chan’s needy whine as you place your hands securely on his hips. “There you go. Wasn’t so bad, was it?” Chan shakes his head, looking at Jisung, leaning into his hand as Jisung ruffles his hair.

“S-Sungie, help me please, I’m…” You laugh, also looking over at Jisung. He smiles, chuckling as his hands trail down Chan’s back to tease under his shirt, rubbing circles into the small of Chan’s back. Chan shudders, leaning in to press his face to your shoulder. “Jisung–” Chan’s voice cracks as Jisung presses his lips to Chan’s neck, softly trailing kisses down to his shoulder.

“What, baby? You’ve gotta learn to use your words.” Jisung whispers, licking Chan’s jaw. A moan escapes Chan’s lips, his head falling back to give Jisung more room. His thighs squeeze around your waist and you chuckle, trailing a hand down to squeeze his thigh.

“I need you…” Chan whispers, eyes squeezed shut from overstimulation.

“Mm? You want us both, pretty?” You whisper, petting Chan’s thigh. Chan nods, letting out a soft whimper.

“Yes, please, so bad, I can’t– I–” Chan can’t form a coherent thought as you start kissing the other side of Chan’s neck, both you and Jisung covering his neck with your lips. Chan shakes, leaning further into your shoulder to let you and Jisung cover his neck with kisses. “Please– oh, god, hyungs, please…” You chuckle, leaving a long kiss to his neck.

“Hyungs?” Jisung giggles, gently yanking Chan’s hair back. Chan whimpers, letting Jisung pull him back. “Am I your hyung now, Channie?” Chan’s eyes widen, his face burning as he quickly squeezes his eyes shut as he realizes what he let slip.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean– I didn’t–” Chan stutters and you laugh, kissing Chan’s cheek.

“It's okay, baby, it’s cute.” You assure him, petting the small of his back. “Yeah? What do you think, Jisung?” Jisung smiles, nodding as he continues to nip at Chan’s neck.

“Yeah. It's cute. It’s very cute, Channie.” Jisung presses a long kiss to Chan’s jaw. Chan whimpers, digging his fingers into your shirt, holding on for dear life. He desperately bucks his hips against your abdomen, searching for some type of friction.

“Shh, don’t move, baby.” You whisper into Chan’s neck, holding his hips securely. “We’re gonna take our time loving on you.” A breathy whimper escapes Chan as you hold him, stilling his hips.

“Hyungs, p-please, I need…” Chan whines as you press your lips to his shoulder, humming for him to continue. You can feel him growing against your stomach as you smile against his skin, pulling back to tap on Jisung’s thigh.

“Our baby has a little problem, Sungie.” You caress Chan’s hip, looking at Jisung with a small smile. Jisung flushes, pulling away from Chan’s neck to look down.

“Look at you… already so desperate for us, Channie.” Jisung trails off, resting his hand on Chan’s inner thigh. Chan gasps, his legs tightening around you. You chuckle, looking between the two.

“You both have done this before, haven’t you?” Jisung chuckles, closing one eye and pursing his lips together, pretending to think.

“Maybe… once, or twice…” You scoff, squeezing Jisung’s thigh a little too hard. He buckles, his mouth falling open in a groan.

“Don’t lie. Tell me.” You scold as Chan wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face in your chest.

“I've lost count,” Chan whispers into your chest. “But it’s not new to us.” Jisung nods, the hand under Chan’s shirt trailing up his back.

“He's always in control, though.” Jisung caresses Chan’s back. “He’s so dominant, usually. It’s… nice, seeing him like this.” You lift your hand to Jisung’s face, holding his chin up.

“Had experience yourself, being dominant?” You ask softly as Jisung blinks, shifting under your touch as he meets your gaze.

“I, um… I’ve tried it, but… not really.” Jisung bites his bottom lip, looking down, his cheeks flushing pink. You run your thumb over Jisung’s chin, looking between him and Chan on your lap.

“What am I gonna do with you two…” You trail off, gently petting Chan’s thigh.

“Hyung, please…” Chan shifts in your lap, whining. You squeeze Chan's hip, moving your hand from Jisung’s chin down to Chan’s other hip.

“Yes, Channie?” You look down at Chan, holding him in place.

Chan huffs, looking up at you with pupils blown wide. “You know what, hyung.” You chuckle, kissing Chan’s forehead.

“Okay, okay. Channie’s needy. We need to take care of that first.” You give in and Chan nods quickly, trying to get even closer to you. He holds your shoulders like a lifeline as he fights against your strong grip to grind down.

“Please, please, it hurts…” Chan whines quietly and you kiss his cheeks softly.

“I'm sorry, I'll stop teasing. Can you stand up for me, sweetheart?” You ask softly, letting your hands fall down to Chan’s thighs. Chan slowly stands, his legs shaking beneath him. He holds your shoulders desperately, looking down at you with pleading eyes. You stand up, taking his hands to hold him up, towering over him once you’re fully standing. You cup his cheek, rubbing your thumb into his skin. “Jisung, go lock the door.”

Jisung scrambles off the couch and nearly trips over his own feet twice to lock the door. Chan blinks up at you, nuzzling into your hand on his cheek. You drop your hands down to Chan’s shoulders, caressing them gently. “Go lay on the couch, however you’re most comfortable,” you softly command him to move.

Chan takes a shaky step towards the couch and sinks down, laying on his back, his head propped against the armrest. He stares up at you with clouded eyes, his cheeks flushed. You smile down at him, slowly parting his legs to place your thigh between them, hovering on top of him. You place your hands on either side of Chan’s head, caging him below you on the couch.

“This is what you wanted, yeah? To be under me?” You coo, running your thumb over Chan’s cheek. He whines, nodding desperately as he wraps his legs around your leg. He rolls his hips up, grinding his aching problem against your thigh.

“Please. Please.” Chan whimpers, clinging onto your shirt tightly. You chuckle, leaning down, kissing Chan’s neck. Chan starts panting, one hand gripping the arm of the couch above him to ground himself, his head thrown back. You trail your hands down Chan’s hard chest, tugging up the hem of Chan’s shirt. “Take it off, please. Please, hyung.” Chan begs and you peck Chan’s jaw, giving him space.

“Up, baby. Help me take it off,” you ask Chan gently, only one hand beside Chan’s head. He nods, sitting up and raising his arms over his head. He watches you with dark eyes as you pull his shirt up and over his chest, tossing it off to the side. Jisung picks up the shirt and gently folds it, setting it on Chan’s desk. Chan blushes deep red, bringing his arms down to attempt to cover his chest. You run a hand down his pale, toned body, intentionally rubbing against his small yet hard nipples. He shivers, his head falling back again with the exhalation of a soft whine. “So pretty, Channie,” you whisper, kissing Chan’s cheek softly. He shoots his hands up, trying to grab at your shirt to pull it off, too. You tsk, taking Chan’s wrists into your hand, pinning them above Chan’s head. “Hands to yourself.”

Chan whines, nodding with a pout as he lets you pin his hands down. He squirms, trying to create friction to relieve himself of the intense pressure. “Please, hyung…” You sigh, looking over at Jisung, unsurprised to find his shirt discarded, as well.

“Is there anything in here to keep Chan’s hands tied, Sung?” Jisung nods eagerly, scrambling over to the desk and opening the drawer, pulling out a long piece of black fabric. You laugh, taking it from Jisung’s hand. “Wow, holy shit. Is this from Red Lights?” You run your thumb over the silky fabric. “It's like you cut off a piece of the huge tethers.” Jisung chuckles, sitting on the opposite arm of the couch.

“Yeah. Seemed like a useful thing to take as a souvenir.” Jisung smiles, leaning against the back of the couch.

“Kinky.” You look back down to Chan, gently wrapping the fabric around Chan’s wrists. You tie them together, testing the knot to make sure it’s secure but not too tight. “Is this okay? Does it hurt?” You whisper, caressing Chan’s wrist. Chan shakes his head, gently trying to pull his hands out to no luck.

“No, no, it’s good, just tight enough…” He tries to pull at it again, his face scrunching up as the fabric digs into his wrists. “Please– touch me– do something, anything…” Chan begs and you melt, kissing his cheek.

“Okay. God, there’s just no room,” You groan, looking back at Jisung. “I want you involved, Sungie, but I don't know how.” Jisung gets up and kneels beside Chan’s face, petting his hair.

“Mm, I could help you out, hyung, or…” Jisung runs his thumb over Chan’s bottom lip, making his hyung whine. “Or I could give him something else to think about.” You smile, looking down at Chan’s blown out eyes.

“Channie, you want Sungie to keep your mouth busy?” You pet Chan’s cheek and he immediately nods, opening his mouth to lick at Jisung’s thumb.

“Please, please.” Chan whimpers breathlessly as you start to trail kisses down Chan’s chest, settling between his legs. You kiss his waistband, gently tugging it lower to kiss Chan’s v-line. Chan moans softly, rolling his hips up towards your face, his eyes fluttering shut as Jisung traces Chan’s lips with his thumb. You lick at Chan’s v-line then freeze, groaning against Chan’s skin.

“Fuck.” You lift your head up, looking Chan in the eye. He whines at the loss of contact and you soothe him by petting his abs. “Is there lube in here?” Chan nods, his eyes squeezing shut.

“Yeah, yeah, there’s some in… the bottom drawer, I think.” He softly answers, his wrists struggling against the fabric. You lean back down, kissing Chan’s stomach.

“Sungie?” You whisper, caressing Chan’s hips as you kiss all over his skin. Jisung pulls away from Chan’s face to look through the drawer, pulling out a small bottle of lube.

“Got it, now what?” Jisung hands you the bottle and kneels back down next to Chan. You take the bottle and place it next to you on the couch, kissing Chan’s abs again.

“Do whatever you want with Chan. I've got to prep him.” Jisung smiles, nodding as he kisses Chan’s cheek.

“Hyung–” Chan whimpers. Jisung chuckles, running his fingers through Chan’s curls, pulling them back to expose Chan’s neck.

Jisung kisses and nips at his neck, mumbling against Chan’s skin. “Don’t worry, baby, I'm here now.” Jisung nibbles Chan’s jawline, trailing up to kiss his soft lips. You smile, watching them, as you gently pull Chan’s shorts down. Chan, entranced in the kiss, still manages to lift his hips a little to let you slip off his shorts. You coo, kissing the waistband of Chan’s boxers.

“Good boys.” You gently rub Chan’s length through his boxers, kissing around his belly button. Chan rolls his hips up again, a breathy moan escaping his lips as he pulls against the fabric, whimpering.

“Hyung, please…” He whines helplessly, trying his hardest to break free.

“Yes, baby?” You kiss the tip of Chan’s cock through the fabric, smiling against it as you feel him twitch under you. Chan shudders, his breathing quickening, as he pulls against the fabric tying his hands together hard enough to bruise. Jisung stops him, holding his hands together, rubbing his thumbs over Chan’s red wrists.

“Y/Nie hyung, please, stop teasing, I need you, need it, please–” You concede, pulling down Chan’s boxers, softly wrapping your hand around his aching cock as he gasps.

“You’re right, I'm sorry, you’ve been so good for us. I won't tease anymore.” You apologize, stroking the base slowly as you pepper kisses to the tip. Chan keens, pressing his head back into the couch with all his strength.

“Thank you, oh god, thank you, feels so good, thank you–” Chan whimpers, babbling as he leaks precum against your lips. You hum, licking the release as you kiss down his length, spreading Chan’s legs a little wider. Chan whimpers, watching you with a heavy gaze as he tries to hold back his whines. Jisung kisses down Chan’s jaw, pulling back his hair to bury his face in Chan’s neck. He stops at Chan’s collarbone, sucking softly then biting down. Chan gasps, head shooting up. “Sungie, no marks, please,” Chan panics, stumbling over his words. Jisung sighs, licking Chan’s collarbone instead of sucking and biting.

You smile, watching the two as you gently stroke Chan’s length, trailing kisses down his taint. He tries his best to hold back his whines, failing miserably. You chuckle, taking your hands away from Chan’s cock to pour a little lube onto your fingers. Pressing your clean hand against Chan’s thigh to hold him down, you gently tease Chan’s entrance with a lubed finger, tracing circles around the rim. Chan shivers, lifting his hips in a wordless plea for you to hurry. He bites his lip as Jisung licks over his nipple and you press your fingertip inside him, a needy shudder running down his spine. You kiss the side of Chan’s length, licking down to the base as you press your finger all the way in.

Chan gasps, his dick twitching under your tongue. “Hyung, fuck– oh my god.” He whimpers, looking at Jisung with teary eyes. “Sungie…” Jisung lifts his head from Chan’s chest and brings him in for a kiss, swallowing Chan’s needy whimpers as you curl and pump your finger into Chan’s hole. Once Chan’s whimpers die down a bit, you slick up a second finger and push it in slowly, to let him adjust. Chan moans, breaking his kiss with Jisung to focus on breathing, his fists clenching together. “Please– more–”

You curl your fingers up, kissing along Chan’s thigh as Jisung swallows Chan’s whimpers while you hit his prostate. He clenches his thighs around your hand as your fingers speed up. “Please, please, I'm sorry, I need more, please…” Chan whimpers and whines as Jisung pulls away. Jisung looks down at you between Chan’s thighs as you kiss his thighs. Jisung wraps his hand around Chan’s dick, gently rubbing the tip.

“Hyung,” Jisung nudges you and you lift your head from Chan’s thigh to meet his gaze. “Can I suck him off?” His words instantly go to your dick, imagining him with Chan’s cock down his throat. It takes a couple seconds for you to come back to reality, quickly nodding.

“Yeah. please. I'm almost done, but it’s gonna hurt a little. Please distract him.” Jisung immediately drops next to Chan’s hips, stroking his drooling cock and licking the tip. Chan whimpers loud enough to surprise even himself, grimacing as he shuts his mouth tight. You chuckle, kissing Chan’s inner thigh. “It's okay, baby, let it out. It's late and the walls are thick. Don’t worry.” Chan nods, closing his eyes, throwing his head back. It’s too much, he decides, to see what Jisung and you are doing to him. He's better off with his eyes shut.

Jisung starts to bob his head, taking a little more of Chan’s length with every stroke of his head. Chan has to hold back a scream with how good he feels. He’d been sucked off, sure, but never had fingers inside him at the same time. Taking advantage of the pleasure Jisung’s giving Chan, you slowly push a third lubed finger into Chan, cooing as he grimaces. Chan lets out a loud moan and involuntarily bucks his hips up, accidentally shoving his cock further down Jisung’s throat without warning. Jisung gags, pulling off to catch his breath.

“S-Sorry, hyung, ‘m sorry–” Chan rambles, trying to sit up to look at Jisung apologetically. Jisung shakes his head, diving back in instead of responding. He swallows around Chan’s cock, closing his eyes and humming at the sweet taste. You smile, a familiar feeling pooling in your lower stomach as you press your lips to Chan’s thigh. Curling your three fingers up to hit Chan’s sweet spot again, you spread them out to stretch Chan open. He pulls hard at the fabric binding his wrists together, breathy whine after whine escaping his lips. Chan chokes back a sob as Jisung swallows around him and he squeezes his eyes shut. “Hyung– hyungs, please, let me go, let me touch,” Chan babbles as you pick your head up, stilling your fingers to let him speak. “I've been so good,” Chan hiccups. “Please let me touch, please, Y/Nie hyung, please…”

Having a massive soft spot for Chan, you give in immediately. You kiss a part of Chan’s length that’s not deep in Jisung’s throat and push your fingers in a little deeper, reaching up with your free hand to untie the fabric around Chan’s wrists. “There you go, I'm sorry, sweetheart. You’ve done so well.” You discard the fabric, gently rubbing the bright red marks on Chan’s wrists. Chan shakes his hands, rotating his wrists to get rid of the soreness.

“Thank you, hyung…” Chan trails off, eyes flitting between you and Jisung, who’s now looking up at Chan, licking the tip of Chan’s dick softly. Chan bites his bottom lip, reaching down to pet Jisung’s hair. “Off, wanna– need you. Wanna touch you. Been good, please.” He mumbles, trying to pull Jisung up. You pet Chan’s hair, slightly damp from his sweat.

“Baby, let us take care of you, okay? I haven't been prepping you for nothing.” Chan nods, sighing at your hand in his hair.

“Y-Yes, sir, okay. Please take care of me,” he whispers, sighing as your hand trails down his face to caress his cheek. Jisung takes Chan back into his mouth, swallowing loudly as he takes Chan fully down his throat. Chan yelps, unconsciously bucking his hips up further, squeezing his eyes shut. “Sungie–! Fuck–” He pants, his body going limp under Jisung’s mouth. You chuckle, patting Jisung’s head and gently lifting him up.

“Enough, Jisung. Give the poor boy a break.” You scold and Jisung pulls off Chan reluctantly, but not before giving the tip a small lick. He wipes the drool from his mouth with the back of his hand, looking up at you with a grin. Chan whimpers at the sudden loss of Jisung’s warmth around him. He lifts his head off the back of the couch, eyes flitting between you and Jisung.

“H–Hyungs…” he trails off, his brain fried. You pet Chan’s hair, moving the strands out from in front of his eyes.

“I know, I know,” you whisper, gentle and soft. “We'll give you what you want. How do you want me, sweetheart?” Chan stares up at you with wide eyes, chewing his bottom lip.

“I– I don't care– doggy? Missionary? Please… I just want you.” Chan whines, leaning forward into your hand. You hum, ruffling Chan’s hair softly.

“You decide, sweet boy. I'll do whatever you want. Do you want to see me or Sungie when I’m fucking you?” Chan looks down at his lap, chewing his lip again. He looks back up between you and Jisung.

“I wanna… I wanna see you, Y/Nie hyung… but…” Chan pouts. “I wanna hear Sungie. Is that… okay?” You smile, leaning down and kissing his nose. He giggles, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Sungie's not going anywhere. You’ll hear him just fine.” Chan nods, wrapping his arms around your neck to pull you down for a kiss. He hums softly into your mouth as you kiss him deeper, cupping his cheek and licking into his mouth. Chan whines, his hands moving to your shoulders to hold you close to him. You get on top of him again, your knees on both sides of his thighs. You cup Chan’s chin to tilt it up, kissing him deeper, hungrier, sloppier. He moans softly, allowing you to devour him. Chan’s hips buck up, grinding against your bulge. He pulls back with a gasp, breathing heavily. You smile, letting him take a breather, gently kissing his forehead. “Your lips are addicting, Channie.”

Chan giggles, his ears flushed red, leaning forward to kiss the corner of your mouth. “Thank you, hyung,” he whispers, his voice quiet. You hum, sitting back and unbuttoning your jeans. Chan’s eyes go wide, stuttering nonsense as he watches you slowly unzip your pants. You chuckle, looking back over to Jisung, who’s painfully hard in his pants.

“Sungie, wanna use Channie’s mouth while I fuck him?” You can see Jisung’s cock twitch in his pants and he almost trips over his feet to climb onto the couch next to Chan.

“Please, please–” Jisung cups Chan’s cheek, turning Chan’s face to make eye contact. “Baby, can you handle it?” He asks softly, petting Chan’s cheek. Chan nods vehemently, leaning closer to Jisung, trying to kiss him.

“Yes, please, hyung, wanna taste you–” Jisung leans in to kiss Chan, both boys whimpering as their lips meet. While they’re preoccupied, you slip off of Chan, standing up in front of the couch. You pull your pants down and off fully, chuckling as you watch Chan and Jisung break the kiss to look up at you with wide eyes, darting down to the tent in your boxers. “What the fuck,” Chan whispers, biting his lip, scooting back on the couch. “Hyung, you’re–”

“Holy shit.” Jisung cuts him off, blinking rapidly. “I think you’re bigger than all of us.” You chuckle, pushing your boxers down to free your length. Both of their jaws drop and you laugh with your full chest, throwing your underwear aside.

“Come on. I'm not that big, am I?” You softly pump yourself, narrowing your eyes at Jisung. “Wait, who’s this ‘all of us’ you’re talking about? You mean out of all the kids?”

Chan swallows thickly, licking his lips. “Yeah,” he whispers. “A lot bigger– like, a lot–” Chan mumbles nonsense, fear slowly spreading across his face. You start to get a little worried, placing a comforting hand on Chan’s thigh.

“Am I too big?” You whisper, caressing his skin. “Do you not want to do this, baby?” Chan sits up, snapping out of his daze.

“No! No, no, sorry. I just– got… distracted,” his ears flush red as he giggles. “I'm okay, I want this, please, hyung.” You chuckle, squeezing his thigh.

“Alright. I'll go slow, yeah?” You trail your hand down his thigh, slowly pushing it to his chest, met with an appreciative whine from Chan’s lips. “Sungie, don’t use his mouth until he’s fully adjusted, got it?”

Jisung nods, kneeling down next to the couch. He kisses Chan’s cheek, soothing his hair. “Yes, sir. I'll wait.”

Chan takes a deep breath as you press both of his thighs to his chest, the sharp intake of air making his body shake. “I'll– I'll tap Jisung if he needs to stop. He can use my mouth now.” You shake your head, running your hands down his thighs to softly squeeze his ass.

“No. You need to be able to talk to me as I push inside. When you’re ready, Jisung will start. Okay?” Chan whines, but agrees. He reaches out for your hand and you take it, squeezing softly. “You ready, sweetheart?” You take your other hand to slick your cock with lube.

Chan chews his bottom lip, holding onto your hand tightly. “I'm… I’m ready,” He locks eyes with you, his heart hammering in his chest hard enough for you to feel his pulse through his hand. You push his hand up above his head, pinning it down as you use your other hand to guide your tip to Chan’s entrance.

You push in as slowly as you can muster, but as soon as you breach the rim, a warm bliss spreads throughout your entire body. He's so warm, so tight, so perfect around you. You squeeze your eyes shut to ground yourself– not even a full inch inside.

Chan is beside himself. His head is thrown back against the couch, his grip on your hand bruising. He’s whimpering pathetically, his own eyes squeezed shut tight. “Hyungggg,” he whines. “Please. More. Need more.” Jisung coos, soothing Chan’s hair.

“Be patient, Channie,” Jisung whispers, kissing Chan’s forehead. “Y/Nie hyung is going slow, remember?” Chan just whines in response, writhing around.

“Noooooo,” Chan is pathetic. “Hyung, all the way, now, please, I need–”

You push in a full two inches and Chan stops breathing. You’re still inside of him, gently caressing his hand. “You okay? It’s what you wanted, no?” You tease and Chan shudders, breathing again.

“Yes, h-hyung, it’s what I wanted, thank you, thank y–” Jisung shuts him up with his lips on Chan’s, turning his head to deepen the kiss. You let go of Chan’s hand to pinch Jisung’s ear and he pulls back, groaning.

“What was that for?” Jisung whines, rubbing his ear. You narrow your eyes at him, going back to holding Chan’s hand above his head.

“Let him breathe and speak. I'm not done, Sungie.” You scold. Jisung looks like a kicked puppy, the way he sits back on the ground next to the couch.

“Sorry, sir,” he whispers, chewing the inside of his cheek. You chuckle, turning back to Chan.

“You okay? Ready for more?” Chan whimpers, his bottom lip jutting out.

“There's more?” His voice sounds small, looking down as if he could see your cock through his own thighs against his chest. You chuckle, leaning down to kiss his nose.

“There’s quite a bit more,” you lift back up, looking down to see over half your length still unsheathed. “You sure you want this?”

“Yes!” He responds instantly, then giggles at his desperation. “Yes, hyung. please.”

You groan, your free hand pressing down on his stomach to hold yourself up as Chan tightens around you. “Loose– loosen up, sweetheart,” you breathe out, unable to push in any further or even pull out. “Please.”

Chan takes a deep breath and, squeezing your hand, he slowly relaxes. You feel his muscles ease around you. Chan trembles, whimpering softly as Jisung kneels next to the couch, petting Chan’s head. “There you go, Channie, just relax. You’re okay.”

You pull Chan’s hand up to kiss it, then place it back down softly to push in another inch. “Good boy,” you praise, met with the softest whimper from Chan’s lips. “You’re doing so well. Not used to bottoming, hm?” You whisper, stilling inside of him. Chan nods in response, whining high in his throat.

Chan lets out a soft sob, closing his eyes tightly as tears run down his cheeks. “H-hurts…” he whispers, trying (yet failing) to hold back his tears, squeezing your hand tightly. You coo as Jisung kisses away his tears, petting his cheek.

You pull out slightly, just to push in slightly deeper than before. Chan moans loudly at the absence of you, then his breath hitches when you press in again. “It's okay, it’s okay,” you soothe him, rubbing patterns into his hand. He bites his lip to hold back another sob.

“Y-You-You’re so big, I– oh my g-god…” he gasps, tears dripping down his face. Jisung wipes them away, kissing his forehead.

“Color, hyung?” Jisung whispers, checking in. Chan hiccups, sniffing softly.

“Green,” Chan replies after a couple seconds of slowing his breathing. “It's just a lot. I've only ever bottomed for Minho.” Jisung giggles, kissing Chan’s cheek.

“Then you’ve barely bottomed,” Jisung whispers underneath his breath, as if Minho could hear. Chan laughs, then winces as he’s reminded of the mass inside of him. “Sorry, sorry,” Jisung apologizes, wiping a stray tear that escaped Chan’s closed eyes.

You almost burst on the spot watching the two of them. You knew all the kids fooled around, it was beyond obvious, but seeing and hearing confirmation warms your heart. You know for certain now that they’re all there for one another, in more ways than you knew for sure. And now you’re a part of that– and you hope this isn’t a one-time thing.

You come back to reality as the two of them look up at you, silently giving you permission to continue. You push into the backs of Chan’s thighs, forcing them flush against Chan’s chest as you lift his hips to push in deeper. Chan wails, a broken sob escaping his lips. The sound instantly dies to the soundproofed walls, but it doesn’t make Chan any less mortified. He curls up into himself, pulling your hand as he covers his face with his arm in embarrassment.

Chuckling, you pull his hand back to the arm of the couch above his head, caressing his chin with your other hand. “Don’t hold back your noises, baby boy.” He sniffs, nodding as he lets more whines out. You trail your free hand down his chest, pressing down on his stomach. “I know it feels good, sweetheart. Keep making those pretty sounds for us.” Chan keens, his ears burning blood red.

“H-hyung, god…” he looks up at you only to squeeze his eyes shut again, failing to hold back the tears streaming down his face. He grasps your hand as tightly as he can muster as you push in deeper. He whimpers pathetically, breathing through his nose as he holds back sobs.

You stop moving, overwhelmed by his sweet sounds. “God,” you lean down and press your forehead to Chan’s sternum. “You sound so good.” It takes every ounce in your body to not cum right in that moment as Chan sobs, his chest heaving under your head. “Give me a second, baby.” Chan squeezes your hand in response, trembling under you. He takes shaky breaths under you, whining and moaning as his brain melts. Your name is the only word he can seem to remember, repeating it softly.

“Y/N, hyung, Y/Nie, hyung, Y/Nie hyung–” Chan hiccups as you lift your head, kissing his lips softly. You keep your lips on his as you push the rest of the way inside, swallowing his sobs and whimpers. He kisses you like his life depends on it, like if he stops you’ll disappear, this will all be over. He has the softest lips you’ve ever felt– it feels like making out with a pillow.

You’ve stilled inside of him, letting him adjust to your full length. After another moment of needy, desperate kisses, Chan tries to roll his hips up for more but his hips tremble too hard for him to move properly. You still feel the movement, though, and you pull up to let Chan speak. He lets out a strained whine, chasing your lips.

“Please–” he whispers, staring at your lips. “Move, please. And more– more kisses. please.” You press your lips to his again, pulling out a couple inches just to push back in. Chan gasps as you hit as deeply as you can reach, allowing you to lick into his mouth. He pants, letting you do whatever you want to him.

Ignoring his protests, you sit up to get a better angle to move inside him. Chan pouts, his mouth opening and closing, feeling empty. You chuckle, stilling your hips. “Sungie.” Jisung perks up as you say his name, sitting forward on his knees. “I think Chan’s okay. You wanna have your fun now?”

Jisung almost falls onto Chan with how quickly he stands up. “You ready, Channie?” Jisung whispers, tilting Chan’s head to face him. Chan nods, staring up at him. “If it's too much, just squeeze my hand twice, okay?” He takes Chan’s other hand– now holding both you and Jisung’s hands.

“Please. I’m ready,” Chan begs, wetting his lips with his tongue and opening his mouth wide. Jisung laughs, ruffling Chan’s hair with his free hand.

“Desperate much? I don’t even have my pants off yet,” Jisung undoes his jeans with one hand, rubbing patterns into Chan’s hand with the other. He gets them off quick– you can tell this isn’t the first time he’s had to undress with a hand busy.

As soon as Jisung slips his long dick into Chan’s mouth, you start moving again. “Channie, squeeze my hand twice too if you need me to stop, okay?” Chan whines in response, his mouth full, but he squeezes your hand once to let you know he heard you. You chuckle, pressing down on his stomach as you start a steady rhythm. “Good boy, you’re doing so well for us,” you whisper as you lean down, burying your face in Chan’s neck as he takes Jisung’s cock down his throat on his other side.

You lick a stripe up to Chan’s ear, peppering kisses to his jaw. “What a perfect boy,” you praise, nibbling on his earlobe. “You like being used, don’t you?” Chan moans so loudly Jisung buckles, almost falling on top of you both.

“Fuck. Hyung, please,” Jisung whines. “Don’t make him moan. I'm gonna cum too quick.” You laugh, pressing your lips to Chan’s jaw.

“Sorry,” you apologize. “So good, Channie,” whispering into his neck, you trail your hand down to wrap around Chan’s aching cock. Chan chokes on Jisung’s cock, squeezing his hand twice and gasping for air as Jisung immediately pulls out.

“Y/Nie hyung, wait, wait–” he whimpers and you instantly stop all your movements, your hand stilling on his cock and your length half outside his warmth.

“What's wrong?” You coo, sitting up to watch Chan’s face as Jisung kneels down to pet Chan’s hair.

Chan’s voice falters, chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath. “Sorry, sorry, just– so close. Don't wanna cum yet. But don’t stop, just– don’t touch.” You nod, moving your hand from his cock to his stomach, stroking softly.

“Okay, puppy.”

Chan lets out the most pathetic sound of the night as you feel a sudden warmth on your hand. You look down to see his cock leaking cum, dripping down the side of your hand into his belly button. Jisung holds back a laugh, turning around so Chan can’t see him fighting his demons. You can’t fight the smile that spreads on your face, looking up to find a deflated Chan staring back at you with tears in his eyes.

“Channie,” you hum and he whines, shutting his eyes.

“Don’t,” he whispers, facing away from you.

“Chan,” you let go of Chan’s hand and force him to face you, running your thumb down his jaw.

“Please don’t,” his voice shakes as he opens his eyes slowly, a tear streaming down his cheek.

“Bang Chan.” He nearly screams, hitting your chest with the hand you let go of.

“Don’t call me that right now!” He cries out, wiping his tears with the back of his hand. You lift your hand, coated in his cum, and slowly lick it off as Chan watches you. You don’t even have to look down to know his cock is getting hard again.

“Channie,” you whisper, licking the last drop of his cum off your hand. Chan is too distracted to pipe up this time. “Did you just cum untouched from me calling you ‘puppy’?” He whines, covering his face with his hand.

“I wanna die. Actually, just kill me. Please.” You chuckle, kissing his nose, then kissing his lips softly. “Hyung–”

“Shh,” you whisper, kissing Chan to shut him up. He doesn’t complain. He kisses back hesitantly at first, tongue darting out to taste his own cum. You open your mouth to let him in, and he devours you in return.

A couple minutes of hungry making out pass and Jisung starts protesting. “Y/N,” Jisung whines. you sigh into Chan’s lips and pull away after licking Chan’s bottom lip.

“That's ‘hyung’ to you, Sungie,” you correct, kissing Chan’s cheek.

“Sorry, sorry– Y/Nie hyung.” Jisung fumbles, correcting himself. “Please. I’m so hard, I need to cum.” You groan, reminded of your own neglected length.

“Yeah. Yeah, me too,” you sit up, away from Chan’s neck, as he pouts up at you. “Sorry, pup. Can we go again?” Chan keens at the pet name, his face lighting up.

“Please. Please, yes, I wanna, wanna feel hyung again.” Jisung clears his throat obnoxiously and Chan giggles. “Sorry. Wanna feel hyungs again,” he corrects. “Please.”

“Good boy,” you praise, pressing into Chan again. He closes his eyes, letting out contented breaths as you press all the way in. Once you’re in fully, he gazes up at Jisung, letting his mouth fall open in anticipation. Jisung pushes in, gently rocking back and forth as you match the same pace.

“‘M not– not gonna last long,” Jisung whispers, petting Chan’s hair as he slowly fucks his throat. Chan hums around him, letting his eyes fall shut as he enjoys being used. You lean back down and bite his neck to ground yourself, moving your hips quicker and snapping into Chan’s. Chan lets out a punched whimper at every thrust, driving Jisung closer and closer. “Fuck,” Jisung groans, pulling out of Chan’s mouth. Chan whines, chasing Jisung’s cock with his mouth, only for Jisung to slap the tip back onto his tongue. He jerks off into Chan’s mouth, cumming with a low whine, painting Chan’s tongue white. As soon as he finishes, he bends down to meet Chan’s lips in a sloppy kiss, Jisung’s cum spreading between their mouths.

You pepper kisses into Chan’s neck as you speed up, stroking his aching cock as you groan. “Channie, where do you want me to cum?” Chan breaks the kiss with Jisung, panting.

“Inside. Please fill me up,” he begs, turning his head to face you. You kiss him immediately, thrusting one, two– three times, cumming deep inside him. Chan whimpers, exploding in your hand as soon as he feels you filling him up. You chuckle into the kiss, lifting your hand to lick it clean once again. Chan’s pupils are blown wide watching you, sticking out his tongue to lick your fingers. You let him lick off the remaining cum, humming as he closes his eyes when you kiss him again.

Chan grimaces after a couple seconds of kisses and you pull away, scanning his face. “Are you okay?” You whisper, rubbing his cheek.

“My legs are gonna go numb,” he whines, giggling a little. You sit up instantly, letting his legs stretch out after what felt like forever. He sighs in contempt, closing his eyes. “Thank you,” he whispers.

“I’m so sorry. I had you bent in half for too long.” Chan giggles, waving you off. “Sungie, are there any towels?” You ask softly, too scared to pull out of Chan yet. “Or tissues, at least?” Jisung stands to his feet after pressing a soft kiss to Chan’s cheek.

“Yeah, lemme go grab one,” he disappears behind you for a moment, Chan watching him walk away. He tries to sit up and winces, his hand shooting to his stomach.

“Fuck. That’s gonna be sore,” he giggles up at you. You lean down to kiss his stomach, caressing both sides of his hips.

“Sorry, pretty boy.” Chan just smiles in response.

“It’s okay. I asked for it, didn’t I?” He chews his bottom lip. “You don’t have anything to apologize for.”

Jisung returns with a towel and you clean Chan’s stomach up, carefully wiping Chan’s soft dick before wiping your own.

“God,” you groan after they’ve both cleaned up and eased back into their clothes. “I haven’t done that in so long.” Jisung lifts his head to look at you as he slips on his second sock.

“Done what? Topped? Or fucked your boss?” You laughed, massaging your temple.

“Please don’t say that. I’m reeling enough after everything.” Chan nuzzles into your shoulder, wrapping his arm around yours. “It’s okay. Nobody will know. Unless you want them to,” Chan looks up at you, chewing his bottom lip. “The others… like you, too. We all like you,” he confesses.

You ruffle his hair, kissing his forehead. “I know, pup.” Chan melts into your shoulder at the endearment. “But I’m not sure I’d want to. Y’know. I think…” You trail off, eyes flitting between Chan and Jisung.

Panic seeps in. You just fucked your boss. Bosses, rather. You’d be dead if anyone found out. Sure, the other kids would be fine with it. But for that to leak to anyone else? You could never show your face again. You overstepped. Massively.

Chan can feel you stiffen up, and he lifts his head to study your expression. Before he can say anything, you stand up, running your hand through your hair. “I… I should go.” Chan shoots forward, tugging on your wrist to not let you move any further away.

“No. Sit down.” Chan’s back to normal. Gone is the submissive man you had wrapped around your finger just minutes prior. You know that tone, you know better. So you sit down.

“This was a mistake,” you start as soon as you sit back down. “I got so caught up in the moment, I shouldn’t have– really. This is bad.”

“Stop. Just stop, okay?” Chan squeezes your wrist tightly, sitting closer. “If we didn’t want this, we would’ve said something. If we didn’t enjoy it, we would’ve stopped. We wouldn’t have done it. Do you really think so low of us?” Your eyes widen, shaking your head rapidly.

“No, no, I know you would’ve, but–” You stare down at the ground, thinking, trying to speak, but nothing comes out. “I’m your manager. I overstepped.”

Chan places his hand on your cheek, turning your face towards him. “Hyung. Y/Nie. It’s okay, I promise. You didn’t do anything wrong. You didn’t overstep. You didn’t do anything we didn’t want.” His thumb runs across your cheek in gentle circles. “Sungie and I both wanted this, hoped for this, prayed for this. We enjoyed it more than you can even imagine.”

You laugh, shaking your head in bewilderment. “Prayed? You two wanted to have sex with me that badly?”

“I can’t speak for Chan, but…” Jisung pipes up. “I know the day you became our main manager, I jerked off for an hour to the scent of your cologne still on my hand.” You roll your eyes.

“Freak. Okay, whatever.” Jisung giggles, raising his hands up in defeat. Chan chuckles, dropping his hand back down to hold your hand.

“I’ve been thinking about it for years,” Chan confesses, rubbing patterns into the palm of your hand, unable to meet your eyes. “You have no idea how many times I’ve had to stop myself from getting on my knees and begging for it while you lectured me.” You scoff, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Okay. Got it. Is it just you two who’re crazy for my dick, or do I have to look out for the other kids drooling over me, too?” Jisung and Chan exchange an unreadable glance, then refuse to respond to your question. “... Okay. Understood.”

Chan rubs your knee, tonguing the inside of his cheek. “Please, don’t panic, okay? This was just one fun night. It can just be a one time thing.” You think Chan can feel the disappointment through your skin, because he immediately backtracks. “Or not. We can do this again. Whenever you want. Whatever you want.”

“I’d like that. For this to not just be a one time thing. Please.” Chan leans forward and kisses your cheek, whispering against your skin.

“Thank god.” He straddles your thigh, hugging you tight. “You scared me for a moment.” You chuckle, running your hand through his hair.

“Sorry,” you reach out for Jisung to come closer, and he takes a seat on your other thigh. “I trust you guys. Anytime you want me, just let me know. I’ll be there.” They both nuzzle into your neck, wrapping their arms around you.

“I love you,” Chan whispers, kissing your neck.

Before you can respond, the door unlocks and swings open.

“Sorry, forgot my–” Changbin stops in his tracks, staring at the scene before him. He takes in everyone’s messy hair, the towels scattered across the floor, your mortified face as you meet his eyes. He processes slowly, then a smirk slowly appears on his face when Chan and Jisung finally look towards him.

“Bin, I–” Chan starts, his voice small. Changbin clicks his tongue, Chan instantly falling silent. Jisung curls up into himself on your lap in preparation for a lecture. Changbin steps back to lock the door, then turns back to the three of you.

“Got room for one more?”

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the emperor-to-be ; oikawa tooru

pairings: crown prince!oikawa x princess!reader

3,241 words

late at night, you’re visited by the crown prince, aka your husband-to-be

idk if this is accurate but this is in honor of the new bridgerton season <3 and i tried my hardest not to make the ages weird ✅

my ao3 saw this before tumblr did so this is a repost

OMG IT’S PRIDE MONTH!!!

m.list | ao3

thank you for reading!

"for heavens sake, your highness, have you gone mad?" she whisper screamed into the night, her frantic eyes scanning behind her for any signs of movement from her chamber doors. but she was quick to rest her attention back on the boy who was scaling the palace walls to her window. "in all earnesty, this is ridiculous!"

for as long as she could remember, he'd always been rough around the edges, smart and calculating as such, and always out training or playing sports with his kingdom's knights. he knew how to have fun, and how to make his royal life a bit more interesting than usual. as the emperor's son, his rambunctious and outgoing behavior caught her off guard. if anyone was to imagine the emperor's son, to imagine the lineage of the cutthroat and remarkably powerful emperor of aoba johsai, they were to think of the spitting image of the emperor himself, someone who is as distinguished and capable as him.

the prince only scoffs stifling back a grunt as he struggles to lift himself up and over onto her balcony's railing. nevertheless, he succeeds, his eyes finally at the same level with hers. "i suppose if i've gone mad, surely it's because of your divine presence," he cooed in that sly voice she said she despised so much, yet her knees still buckled beneath her. "with such beauty and wit, i'd only go mad for someone as mind-boggling as you, (y/n)." but oh, did he have a way with words. cheesy ones, but still did they have her heart thumping. even after all these years of bantering about with him, he still somehow made her yearn for his affections, even if he was as insufferable as when she first became closer with him, if not more.

he grunted, struggling to hold his body weight up. "now princess i am in dire need of your assistance, i fear i'll plummet to my death in the next second or so," with his hasty word and breathless tongue, "a little help?" the princess was quick to help him up onto her balcony, afraid he'd fall and turn into crown prince mush in the palace gardens tens of feet beneath them.

still her questions only piled up now that he stood in her chamber, catching his breath as though he hadn't breathed in hours. as winded as he is, what business could he possibly have in here? she asked herself.

during her stay at the imperial palace, he was always planning masterful pranks, his devious plans always seeming to grow bigger and well-executed when his cousins came around. as soon as her family finalized her engagement to the prince, in a month's time she was moving to reside into the neighboring kingdom. as the weeks went by, she'd seen and daresay partook in some of the crown prince's tricks. nothing too bad but always contrasting based on the person.

"your highness, if someone were to catch you here parading about an unwed woman's bed chambers so late in the night, you'd surely be engulfed in scandal," she stated sternly, her arms crossing over her chest as she scanned him from head to toe. in his current state, he didn't look like he was to be emperor in a few weeks with his tattered trousers and his grass stained button-up. but the look of him, she was getting flashbacks to when they were still children, his eyes still having that boyish twinge to them.

as she walked away from her balcony and further into her room, he followed closely behind her, as if her mere presence was his life source. "and by the looks of it, your attire entails you come from a place other than your chambers. enlighten me, where exactly have you been, your highness?"

"please (y/n), i'm certain i've told you before, address me by my given name in private settings," he chuckled as he inspected himself, dusting off whatever dirt he could as he walked. "and can't a gentleman such as i partake in...a nightly jog?" so when she finally turned to look at him he paused before he looked up at her, flashing that same cheeky look she's seen all her life. he expressed himself in many ways and one of those consisted of getting on her very last nerve. "and why, never mind scandal, are we not to be wed in mere weeks? the ton will surely not bat an eye to the secret endeavors of the royal family, and my, you already worry for me as a married couple should." a smile curved its way onto his lips, the looks of it twisting and turning her insides into knots. she'd always found him rather attractive, even when he was teasing her like this, she never ceased the feeling of butterflies in her stomach.

once again, she turned away from him, clutching onto the silky soft fabric of her nightgown, "you know just as much as i do, society will not think kindly of this, we'll be feasted upon like prey," her back grew hotter knowing he was watching her every move, feeling his eyes follow her. "we are not married, yet, are we not? i am still the princess and you, your highness, are..." she paused, feeling her heart clutch in her chest, "still the crown prince." she moved farther into the room until she stood at the edge of her bed, her lack of manners others would deem as disrespectful. "and i know better than to address the crown prince by his name, it would be unjust of me, no matter my status," she knew she should be looking him in the eyes as she utters these words, she knows her mother would reprimand her for such behavior if she were in this very room. although, in this moment, she can't seem to meet his gaze.

"but (y/n), you are just as much as my fiancé as you will be my wife, my empress," he reiterated, the warmth from his body loomed over her semi-exposed back, his presence sending chills down her spine as she felt him gently graze his warm hands over her shoulders. his large, strong hands, the callouses gained from climbing the wall shown on his palms, placed upon her shoulders, soothingly massaging all the way down to rest his hands on her waist and held her steady against his chest.

the warm presence of his touch only made the fervent bounding of butterflies in her stomach grow worse. "the same fairs for myself as well, you are mine as much as i am yours," his breath fanned across her shoulder, his lips just merely grazing her skin. "and how i yearn for the day i completely become yours," almost as if she was put under a spell, her whole body set ablaze from the outside in.

prince tooru oikawa, the future emperor of japan, her future husband, and her childhood friend. it was hard to fathom that this boy she'd grown up with, was to become the emperor and her husband all in one day. and the mere fact that she would become empress alongside him, none of it felt real. it was even more difficult to determine when these feelings for him sprouted.

she casted her eyes to the ground, her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to contain the ever growing yearn inside for more. because she knew that's exactly what he wanted, for her to call for him, ask for more of him. "do you not share the same sentiment, my princess?" there, his lips pressed into her skin, the patch where he laid soft yet blazing kisses with a desire left untold. he knew the answer all too well, considering the way her body searched for his touch.

with knees weakened under his mere presence, she was melting for him like always. "your highness, t-this is unbecoming of the future emperor," she uttered through a shaky breath. no matter how much she denied his advances, there was no room for her excuses in the way she reacted to his touch. "you must retire to your chamber, we cannot continue any further than here." turning her head away from his, he could have sworn his heart wilted watching her shy away from him.

as gently as he could manage, containing a desire he knew he couldn't control for long, he hooked a finger underneath her chin guiding her to meet his eyes. "princess, can't you look at me when you're addressing me? it's wounding my heart not being able to see your eyes," and finally now she could see the look on his face, her heart pounded against her chest. for once, she could sense the pain in his curved eyebrows and sad eyes. had she really caused him so much trouble from avoiding his gaze? "now, can you explain why it is unbecoming of me to spend the night with my betrothed? what is troubling you so that you must evade my touch?"

she grew quiet as she drew in a shallow breath. already she was assuming the worst when the words "spend the night" fell from those lips of his. she'd only ever heard of one type of night spent between a man and a woman, and quite frankly the ones before marriage usually ended in misfortune. "surely you don't mean to consummate our engagement do you, your highness?" her voice dimmed, suddenly feeling the embarrassment that followed her question. despite the warmth in her cheeks, she could see a tinge of something different on his face when the honorific slipped so smoothly from her lips, but before she could say anything, it was swiftly concealed with a smile as he snickered before bursting out into laughter.

"only if my lady so desires to as well, then we shall, i suppose the night of our wedding does seem far..." he teased his laughter dying down, the sarcastic lilt in his voice brought a smile to her features. before she knew it his arms were wrapped fondly around her, hugging her close to his chest. yet she didn't say a word, nor did she realize. the feeling was so familiar, so warm and inviting, she felt no need to acknowledge it with hostility. instead, she found herself cuddling back into his strong arms, placing her hands atop his.

"i pray you mean that in jest," she pandered, her eyes shining with that hint of mischief he distilled in her every time she was in his presence. his influence on her was strong, he was most likely the only one who could make her come out of that perfect princess act by just a glance.

his laughter filled the air around her, her heart swelling with adoration for the sound. "i would never do anything my princess advises me to abstain from." he snuggled closer to her, his lips once again pressing into her skin, spreading his affections over her neck and cheeks. "now if only she would confide in me over what ails her so..." he murmured against her cheek, his kisses reaching to her other cheek, her forehead, and chin now as she turned in his arms now.

"tooru, you're still dirty!" she giggled out loud, her hands clutching onto his larger ones that held her firmly against him. as much as she squirmed and squealed, he ceased to stop until he deemed his work satisfactory. "it's nothing, nothing is bothering me!" she squealed once more before he backed away, his playful gaze meeting hers.

he stared on for a few beats, looking as if he was scanning her each and every feature. and what felt like an eternity of staring he finally pulled a smile on his face. "it seems she's also a terrible liar." he mused.

she can never remember exactly when her relationship with the prince became so physical. perhaps it was the night of her 18th birthday, when he'd teased her for being a late bloomer despite having turned 18 a month prior. she does remember that was the same night he confessed to her for maybe the billionth time, leaving her with a kiss goodnight, or rather a few kisses goodnight.

she can still remember the sweet words he whispered to her, wishing her a happy, happy birthday as his lips met hers. that night she finally realized how much he'd grown up, how mature he really was. nonetheless how well he was filling his clothes, he stood taller than her with his broad shoulders that she found herself daydreaming about running her hands over. that was the first time she finally recognized him as a man and not the pesky prince who loved to annoy her.

his first time confessing to her was at none other than her debut into society once she'd turned 16. a grand ball was held in her family's countryside manor, the hall was completely transformed into something that reflected that of a perfect princess. bouquets of yellow jasmines, camellias, and white magnolias sat prettily in every pot, giving off the impression of pure, youthful perfections.

her mother's plan of society perceiving her as such was finally put into motion, and by the end of the night her mother had compiled a long list of suitors for the two of them to look over. well, for her mother to look over, considering she didn't have much interest in the boys of the gentry. but of course, her mother still pulled her every which way to introduce herself to every single guest, to mingle about and acquaint herself with the ton, she almost believed she wouldn't see the crown prince because of how busy her mother kept her.

but just before the night ended, he was able to whisk her away from everyone's prying and judging eyes giving her the chance to finally breathe and let loose. it seemed with oikawa she could finally relax, she didn't have to play some role in front of him because he'd known her since the day they were declared royalty as tiny babies.

everyday he continued to be her breath of fresh air, her taste of something real, someone real. that night he somehow snuck in how beautiful she looked, how jealous he felt watching every possible suitor fawn over her, and how he wished she would choose him over them all. although startled, her answer has been made up in her mind for years, she just hadn't come to terms with the truth yet.

just by her reaction to his confession, it set off his need to remind her of how strong his feelings were every time he saw her. so now that she looks at him, youthfully aged 23, in just a few weeks she'd be there with him, she can't believe how long she's waited to tell him how she felt. maybe she hadn't loved the prince for as long as he has loved her, but from the ages 18 to 22, they were the most crucial years in coming to terms with her feelings for that pesky boy. the moon’s light cascaded over his handsome, princely features, revealing the love he held in his gaze towards her. those same eyes were glancing at her lips, longing for that soft feeling against his.

with a touch that was as light as a feather, he caressed her cheek, his fingers gliding over her skin. "do you trust me, princess?" he whispered, his arm that wrapped around her waist tightened as he brought her closer. as he tried moving his touch further away, she found herself following him all the way up, until the point where she held his hand to her cheek, smiling at the laugh he let out.

titling her head, she recalled every instance where he had gained her trust. in fact, he might've had her trust from the very beginning, from the moment they both began to think for themselves she'd always declared him as a trust worthy person. "how could i not trust you?" she murmured in that same soft tone he used as he pressed his warm palm against her back, his fingers grazing the part of her night gown that exposed her back.

"then may i...?" he whispered before he leant in, his eyes cast down to her lips as his eyelids nearly shut. she didn't have to answer as the two of them met in the middle, sharing a kiss as delicate as the quiet night they met in. butterflies blossomed in her heart and insides as she pressed deeper into him, yearning for more of him. even as his lips curled into a sneaky smile, neither of them stopped for a second.

her chest finally met his as she threw her arms around his neck, pulling him as close as he could possibly be. kissing his majesty always transformed her into a different woman, it had always felt like she was bewitched by his presence. "my princess..." he breathed out, his long and slender fingers finding the bow that kept her nightgown together and wrapped around her body, "you're so sweet to me..." he sighed as he basked in your whimpers and small moans to the hot kisses he left along her neck. he itched to undo the flimsy thing, show her how sweet she really was, but he knew she wouldn't want that, not now at least.

"tooru..." she moaned, awakening something below for him. his breath hitched hearing her call his name in such a manner, his lips pressing a kiss under her jaw. her sweet voice rang through his ears and he knew this is where the night needed to end before he couldn't contain himself any longer.

"i like when you say my name, princess, i could listen to the sound all day if there was a way," he smiled, knowing exactly what she wanted to say. but it's too soon, the wedding is in mere weeks, they'd both get to have each other then but damn nobody told him it'd be this hard to resist. "in 3 weeks time, we'll have the whole night to ourselves, my love," he lifted her chin so her pouty lips could reach his once more, "and don't think i'll let you sleep for even a second of it..." he gave her a sly smirk before pressing one last kiss onto her plump lips.

but that wasn't enough for her, even as he backed away she wasn't satisfied. "how do you expect for me to be happy waiting when you've left me all high and dry?" she muttered, possessed by the lustrous presence the two of them left lingering in the air.

just by the way he snickered, she knew he wasn't going to comply to her wishes, not this time at least. "oh my, where has my sweet and innocent (y/n) gone?" he shook his head, "like this my lady," he angled her head down to press a loving kiss to her forehead. meeting her eyes once more he chuckled, the look in them insatiably sharp but she still couldn't resist him. "surely you don't mean to consummate our engagement tonight, my love?" he whispered to her, earning a grunt in return.

"i deplore you," she mumbled, as she crossed her arms but he only smiled in return, understanding her bitterness all too well.

"and i love you,” he whispered back.

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oceansssblue · 6 months ago

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100 CELEBRATION — PROMPT 15. ARRANGED MARRIAGE / FAKE DATING

CROSSHAIR/F READER 💖

WARNINGS: past friendship breakup, fluff fluff fluff.

Note: I originally had a different idea planed for Crosshair with this prompt (a proper arranged marriage oneshot), but it was becoming extremely long so I decided to park that one out for the future and came up with this little idea instead. I hope you like it! We ony have two more prompts left (servant!rex & demon!echo); for which I've planned a longer story, so I might just acept requests to give you all a little something while I write that. I'll let you know when I decide that. Xx, Blue.

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As soon as the words come out of your mouth, you know it's a big, ugly mistake. The eyes of your ex-best friend and sister widens; the surprise and incredulity so raw and visible in their expresions it hurts. Yes, your luck in love has been sparse; but it shouldn't be that much of a shock to hear things are working out for you for once.

"What? Since when?"

At least your sister is on the good side of surprised. On the confused but genuine one. The girl you used to consider like a second sister, however, –Mara–, almost sneers at the –admitedly, very false– news.

"More importantly" she waves of your sisters questions impertinently and asks "With who?"

You blurt out the first name that comes to your mind.

"Crosshair".

That's the second, big, ugly mistake. You don't even know if you could consider him a friend. He's no stranger –you've seen each other fair enough in both the market and Cid's Salon–; but words are few and far between the two of you. You know more about him by his brother's and Omega's stories than by the man himself. He's incredibly reserved.

Ana seems to recognise the name.

"Isn't he one of Wrecker's brothers?"

You nod in silence under Mara's watchful eyes. Your sister Ana has a stand of sweets in the market; Wrecker is a regular there.

The Batch is a curious bunch. They're hard to forget.

"Well" Mara all but looks you up and down and you have to clench your teeth to not hiss a few ill-intended words at her. "I'm glad you're having fun even if it's with a worthless fling".

"Mara..." Ana intervenes, calling her out with a frown on her face.

Your sister is the sweet, quiet type of girl; but she's protective as well. She's probably suspicious of this, of not having heard of it from you before; but she'll stay quiet for your sake until she has the oportunity to interrogate you in private. She knows you and Mara have history.

Mara shrugs and grins; and your smile is just as fake. She has developed an uncanny ability to make your blood boil.

"I wouldn't call an engamement that" you casually reply, if only just to shut her mouth and swipe her smile off of her face.

Mara's satisfied expression drastically shiftes. Oh, it tastes so sweet... It almost makes you forget that everything you've said is a sequence of lies. Almost.

"Look at you... It's been ages since you had something remotely serious" Mara comments in an humiliating chirp. "He must be special. Why don't you bring him along next friday? We're having a small get together at home with a few old friends. I'd love to meet him".

Panick fires up in your veins; and some must be reflected on your face, because Mara smiles wide like a lothcat.

Anger burns through you; once again remembering all the pain this woman has put you through.

You arrange a small, relaxed expresion for her.

"I'll try to convince him" you accept, swallowing down all the anxiousness and doubts. "I guess you'll send me the details?"

At first, Mara looks surprised; but she quickly falls back to her irritatingly sweet condescendance, smiling politely.

"Of course. I still have your com number. I'll let you know".

Mara nods at your sister; then bristly turns around without bothering on sending a goodbye to you as well.

You watch her retreating form with a mix of relief and wariness. Ana bumps her shoulder with yours.

"Hey" she calls you, quietly worried. "You okay?"

You sigh, tension melting away from your shoulders momentarily.

"Yeah" you glance back at her. "I just have to find the way to convince Crosshair to act as my soon-to-be husband. Should be easy, right?"

Ana chuckles at your sarcasm, inmediately catching up on your lie.

"You digged that hole down yourself" she reminds you, good-heartedly. "It would have been easier if you've thought of Wrecker or Hunter. Or even Tech".

You sigh tiredly. Crosshair agreeing to act as if he were in love with you?

"Yeah, right".

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"Cross!" Wrecker's voice echoes in the cockpit of the Marauder. "Gun-girl is here to see you!"

You try not to wince at the volume –nor the pet name–; waiting patiently and praying the man won't interpret the visit as an invasion of his privacy. This ship is their home, after all. And like you pointed out before, he's very private.

Slow, carefull footsetps anounce his presence. Seconds later, a fully armoured Crosshair –minus the helmet– is staring at you with a mix of calculated wariness and confusion. He's probably wondering what the hell are you doing here.

"Hello, Crosshair" you greet him nervously. "Can I talk to you for a bit?"

He continues to stare at you in that way of his you find both nerve-wracking and intriguing; then glances at his smiling brother, and gestures you to come in.

You take a deep, centering breath and step up on the ramp of the Marauder, firmly walking towards the cockpit. You've been inside the ship only once before; when you delivered some supplies for the guys' weapon stock. Crosshair follows you; Wrecker stays outside. The Marauder is otherwise empty; which means that at least only a maximum of two persons will hear how stupid you are.

"So?" Crosshair asks, sprawling down on the pilot chair and prompting you to take the other one.

You bite your lip anxiously before you start.

"So... I need your help" he arches an eyebrow –how can that look so elegant?– and you start to explain yourself. "I... May have told someone I despise I was engaged to you, and she might have invited us to her house next Friday. I was wondering if you'd... agree to play the part?"

It sounds even more ridiculous out loud; as if you were pulling a silly prank. Crosshair's neutral reaction doesn't help either. Far from showing surprise or irritation, he stays painfully normal.

He tilts his head; long fingers taking a toothpick of his pack and placing it between his lips. A sort of endearing habit of his.

"Sounds like unnecesary trouble for me" he points out, not necessarily cold but brutally honest.

You search your brain for an answer that could please him. Perhaps if you give him something in return for this favor...

"I have a new sniper scope model arriving soon. I'll let you try it out first. I'll give you a discount too".

The offer seems to catch his attention; for he hums thoughtfully while never taking his eyes off of you.

"And who is this person you despise?" He asks –dare you say– curiously.

Your answer is acompanied by a long tired sigh.

"An old friend. She tried to humiliate me pointing out my lack of love life and I... Had to swipe her smile off of her face".

You're ashamed of admiting it to him. He always looks so controlled... You know this whole thing is inmature and futile. You don't want him to see you like a kid.

"What happened between the two of you?"

You're surprised by the ammount of personal questions Crosshair is asking. You would have thought he would have inmediately shut down your idea; or perhaps agreed but without wanting to get into the emotions and story behind it. Perhaps you don't know him as well as you thought.

"She gave me some very good memories back when we were younger" you admit. "But I then realized she's the kind of person who wants to see you doing good; but never better than herself. She tried to sabotage me when that ocasionally happened. Stole a boyfriend, a job, or two".

You hadn't intended to go that deep; but you mean every single word, and your vulnerability is exposed to Crosshair for the first time ever. For all he's a private person, you are too. You'd hate for others to consider you weak.

Crosshair observes you for what feels like an eternity, taking the information in. You force yourself not to hide from his perceptive eyes.

"Mm" he finally hums, thoughtful. "There's something I still don't understand. Why was I the first name that came to your mind?"

You blink back at him, stunned, cheeks blushing upon the implication of the question. You hadn't really thought about it either. You had somehow always paid more attention to Crosshair than the rest of your clients; but you had never realised it might mean you were simply into him. Are you?

"Well" you take a bit too long to answer, trying to sound casual and firm. "You are, as far as I know, single, and no-one really knows you in Ord Mantell. It seemed the most logical option".

Crosshair looks skeptical, but he lets you get away with it.

"Right..." he drawls, searching for something in your still warm face. Then, to your surprise, he smirks and says "I'll check your stand for that new scope on thursday. You can update me on our love story then".

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At first you were dissapointed, then irritated, and now worried. Crosshair had agreed to meet you outside of Mara's house at eight; but no matter how long you waited for him, he hadn't appeared. You had had no other option than to knock on Mara's door on your own; and her grin upon seing you arriving alone had been another level of irritating. You had set up an excuse for him, trying not to make your hurt visible. After a few minutes of interiorising it, you had grown angry; Crosshair could have just refused to help you instead of backing off at last minute without a warning. Halfway through the dinner, though, you had received a message on your coms; and all those negative emotions had switched to genuine worry.

An hour later, in the quietness of the kitchen, you carefully read the text again.

"Mission off-world, things got out of hand. Just arrived. I'll be there shortly –Crosshair."

You're aware that the Batch often work as bounty hunters for Cid; and how the boys sometimes help with small missions for the Rebellion. You've never asked into it –you understand how dangerous the fact that you know they're on the run from the Empire and helping the Rebellion already is–; but you know it's usually dangerous, specially the second sort. You wonder just how out of hand things got. Did someone got hurt? Did he?

You're a nervous wreck throughout the rest of the night; and Mara and his friends –pretty polite and nice for a bitch like her, you have to say– can't help but notice and finally question it.

"Sweetheart, is everything okay?" One of the girls ask, genuine concern on her eyes.

You force a small smile on your face.

"Yeah. Just... Crosshair commed me telling me he had some trouble on his way back to Ord Mantell, so I'm just a bit worried" you tell them, all but Mara's face showing various degrees of sincere understanding. "I'll be fine once he gets here".

"If he manages to arrive at all, that is" Mara halfway sneers, then plasters a big smile on her caked face. "Shall we move outside for a drink?"

Your mind is so focused on Crosshair that you don't even feel the need to assesinate her this time.

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When you're well onto your third glass of wine, you feel a hand carefully grazing the skin of your spine. Lips brush across the crown of your hair; the combination bringing pleasant goosebumps to your body. Far from tensing at the unexpected contact, you melt upon hearing his voice.

"Hello, darling" his low tone is a sin. Then, he turns to look at the rest. "Forgive me for arriving this late".

You hear a chorus of acceptance from Mara's friends; but you turn towards him and your attention is solely fixed on Crosshair. You frown at the scratches on one side of his face; an angry red against his skin. Your fingers involuntarily travel upwards to his cheek, carefully tracing the contour of them.

"You're hurt" you whisper, ignorant to how Mara is quietly observing the interaction between the two of you.

Crosshair hums and takes your hand in his, squeezing softly while he takes a seat besides you at the table. He doesn't let you go; and you don't make the effort either.

"I'm okay" he assures you, voice calm. "Did I miss something interesting?"

To your luck –because you're suddenly enthraced by him, by the way the moonlight makes his grey hair look almost white and his dark brown eyes lighten up– someone answers for you.

"Just a lot of embarassing stories about our youth" there's a general laugh, and Crosshair conjures a tiny tiny smile.

Your heart swoons upon noticing it.

His gaze turns back to you. You're painfully aware of how he's still craddling your hand in his; of how gentle he is.

It's a whole new side of him you didn't even know it existed. You feel honoured to experience it.

"You'll have to tell me yours later" he tells you, and you force yourself to come back to the present with a chuckle.

"No thanks. I'd like to remain engaged tomorrow morning" you joke, and everyone laughs.

Even Mara seems reluctantly enchanted with Crosshair at the end of the night.

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"Well, that went surprisingly well" you comment once you've parked your speedcar next to the Marauder, having offered Crosshair a drive back. "You're a great actor, by the way".

Crosshair shrugs, body now turned towards you while you both remain sitting in the privacy of your car.

"It's not like it was a difficult task" he answers, eyes flickering over your face before slowly adding. "You know what I thought we'd had to do, and we haven't yet done?"

He gives you a few seconds to process his words, his intentions; before one of his hands slowly take hold on your chin and tugs you forwards to join your lips together in a surprisingly soft, unhurried kiss. Warmth bursts inside of you, heart speeding inside of your chest; surrendering to the kiss with a pleased sigh. When you part from each other, you see an unusual vulnerability in Crosshair's face.

"Well, it would have been impossible not to sell it, with a kiss like that" you try to rest tension to the scene.

Crosshair's following words shake up your world; make you look at things with a different perspective.

"It's easy to sell something when not all of it is built upon lies".

The meaning behind it swirls in your mind. He's admiting there's something between the two of you besides the mess you've put both of you through. His half-conceiled confession leaves you too shocked to react; and you can only stare at him while he gets out of your car.

"Night, gun-girl" he smirks through your window, and then casually walks away towards the Marauder.

Perhaps you'll see him tomorrow in the market, and perhaps you'll go on an actual first date with your fake soon-to-be husband.

You drive back home with thoughts of Crosshair swimming in your head. You're sure you'll dream of that kiss tonight as well.

THE END.

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thescarletnargacuga · 8 months ago

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LADIES NIGHT

A HUMAN AU ONESHOT

Thanks to: @allisonraeyt for the prompt

WARNING: alcohol (light use), multiple ships, domestic shenanigans

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Pomni set the last of the snacks on the coffee table. "There. Cheese, meats, bread, chips, dip, salsa, popcorn, cookies, soda, wine. Perfect." She double checked the living room for clutter. It was only her closest friends coming over, but she still preferred to have any mess out of the way.

"The place is spotless, dear. Stop worrying." Caine sipped a drink from the kitchen. Bubble sat at his feet, thinking he had something worth sharing.

"I know, but Queenie is coming this time! I haven't seen her in person in ages. This will be the first time she's seen the house." Pomni straightened a few throw pillows for the fifth time.

"You plan on giving her a full house tour?" Caine asked, amused.

"Well, no, but-"

DING DONG

The doorbell announced the guests arrival. Pomni checked her phone. She had been so busy getting ready, she missed all of the update texts. She rushed to the door, opening it to find Kinger and Queenie outside.

Pomni squealed and hugged Queenie right there on the door step. "Ohmygoditssogoodtoseeyou!"

Queenie giggled lightly. "It's wonderful to see you too, darling."

"Come inside! I just got everything set up." Pomni let them in.

"There she is! The global wanderer returns!" Caine gives Queenie a hug. "How was England?"

"Oh, England is lovely this time of year, so long as you don't mind a bit of rain." Queenie looked around the spacious, yet humble abode. "You two got such a nice place for yourselves. Oh! And you must be Bubble!" She knelt down to greet Bubble excitedly dancing at her feet with a toy.

"That's our boy." Pomni said proudly before turning to Kinger. "Hey! Don't think we forgot about you!" She hugged him.

Kinger smiled. "Don't worry. My wife coming home is always a big deal to me too. Hey Caine, you said you finished the rec room?"

"Yep! The basement is finally done. I'll show ya." Caine and Kinger went downstairs, leaving Pomni and Queenie to catch up.

Gangle and Zooble were the next to arrive. "I brought sweets!" Gangle raised two plastic bags full of various chocolates and candies. Some wrappers had other languages on them. She puts them on the floor by the coffee table and attacks Queenie with a hug. "AAAH! You made it! Girl's night isn't the same without you."

"Aw..." Queenie hugged back.

Zooble gives Queenie a quick hug too and joins the girls in the couch. "What are the boys doing?"

"Caine is showing off his rec room. Basement finally got finished a few days ago. You can join them if you want." Pomni offered.

Zooble shrugged. "Eh, you weirdos are more fun to hang around."

"That's high praise coming from you." Queenie said as she checked her phone. "Have any of you heard from Ragatha?"

DING DONG

"Speak of the devil." Pomni leapt up to get the door. Ragatha and Jax entered seeming a bit frazzled.

"Sorry we're late!" Ragatha apologized. "We got lost-"

"We didn't get lost." Jax rolled his eyes. "We took a detour because of construction."

"...and THEN we got lost." Ragatha added. "Anyway, I hope you don't mind, but I've brought champagne."

"Really?" Pomni asked. "What are we celebrating?"

Ragatha curled her lips and showed Pomni her left hand. A beautiful engagement ring adorned her finger.

Pomni gasped. "WHAT!?"

"YEAH!!"

"WHAT!?"

"I KNOW!!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAA!!" The two women jumped up and down and screamed.

Jax covered his ears and looked around. Zooble motioned to the basement stairs. Jax nodded appreciatively. "Glad you're excited, babe, but I'm going down before I go deaf from you two."

Ragatha was too busy showing off her ring. Gangle joined the scream huddle. Queenie admired quietly with a laugh at the others. Zooble gave a thumbs up when Ragatha shoved her hand in their face.

Jax meandered downstairs to find Caine and Kinger in the middle of a game of billiards. "So this is what married men do for fun?" Jax asked as he grabbed a drink from a mini fridge.

"Hey Jax." Kinger greeted. "I should have figured you were the one at the door. Who else would all the ladies be screaming at?" He chuckled.

"Ha. Ha. Very funny. No, they're losing their minds over the ring I gave Ragatha." He casually sipped his drink.

Caine missed his shot, the white ball bounced wildly around the pool table. "You asked her?? Congratulations!"

"Yeah, that's a big step for you two. Congrats!"

"Thanks." Noticing that Bubble had followed him downstairs, Jax entertained the dog as Caine and Kinger continued their game.

The women toasted to Ragatha's engagement, all relaxing in the living room. "How'd he propose?? I NEED to know!" Gangle pleaded with wide eyes.

Ragatha smiled to herself. "Funny story. It was an accident."

"Huh??" Gangle said while the others gave looks of confusion.

"He took me out to dinner and he was going to do it there, but eeeeeverything went wrong. You know how some places will put the engagement ring in a drink or on a dessert? Well, this place put it IN the dessert, and then SERVED IT TO THE WRONG TABLE!"

"Oh no!" Pomni covered her mouth, not sure if she should be laughing yet.

Ragatha started laughing through her story. "So Jax starts this lovely speech, and then freaks out that my dessert was wrong. I thought he was just being belligerent. Then the lady at the table next to me screams that a cook dropped a piece of jewelry in her food. Jax nearly takes her out diving over the table to grab the ring!"

Everyone laughed and Ragatha needed minute to breathe before continuing. "I got upset because I was embarrassed by his behavior. He took me to my favorite restaurant and I felt like I couldn't show my face there again because of the way he was acting. Part of me thought it was a cruel joke...so I left."

Gangle gasped. "Then what???"

"It was raining and, I was so mad at him, I didn't care. Ruined my hair and makeup to try and catch a cab. He came out after me. I admit, I said some things I'm not proud of...but then he shows me the ring. Said it was meant for me. And I could still have it...if I wanted."

"Oh my god..." Gangle was on the edge of her seat.

"Everything and nothing made sense at the same time, and I was cold from the rain. I kissed him."

Gangle squealed, her feet tap the ground giddily. "Yay! I'm so happy for you two!"

"A first engagement kiss in the rain. Novella worthy." Queenie said.

Pomni finished her drink. "Seriously! That is a story to remember! You should write it down."

Ragatha blushed at the memory. "I'll do that. Not that it compares to yours, Queenie. Didn't Kinger propose to you in a literal castle?"

"Oh, let's not compare, dear. Each and every engagement is special, regardless of location....but yes, he did." Queenie swirled her drink, sitting sophistically. "We were on a tour in eastern Europe when he popped the question, right in front of a grand Romanian castle. It was very romantic, but not as fun as fireworks misspelling the question. Isn't that how it happened for you, Pomni?" She smirked.

Pomni coughed, almost choking on a piece of popcorn. "That wasn't his fault! The pyrotechnicians got the timing wrong!"

"Wasn't it also a situation of ring fumbling? It ended up in a lake, if I recall correctly." Queenie continued to tease.

Pomni pouted. "Yeah, but he found it!"

"So both of you..." Queenie looked at Ragatha and Pomni. "Said yes to sopping wet bafoonery. You're the best of friends on every level."

"We did, and they're OUR baboons!" Ragatha defended.

"That's not what she-" Gangle tried to correct.

A heartier laugh came from Queenie. "Indeed they are. My sincerest congratulations."

Gangle and Zooble listened happily to each engagement story. They didn't have one of their own yet, and they weren't in a hurry. They had each other. They didn't need all the paperwork.

Jax threw Bubble's toy from end of the basement to the other. A loud round of laughter from upstairs made him realize how bored he was. "I'm gonna go see what they're doing up their." Jax got up to leave.

"Woah! Hold on!" Caine zipped out in front of Jax. "It's ladies night. That means no disturbing them."

"Yeah, well, I'm being disturbed down here not doing much while it sounds like they're having a great time." Jax easily side stepped Caine.

With both Jax and Kinger being well over six feet tall, they made Caine's average height of five foot nine seem short. "Jax! Don't! They won't want you there!" Caine looked to Kinger for help. Kinger shrugged in a "What do you want ME to do about it?" gesture.

"Just a peak." Jax said as she snuck up the stairs.

Caine followed to make sure Jax didn't leave the stairwell. Kinger followed out of curiosity. Bubble chewed his toy, no caring what the humans were up to.

The three men peered over the short wall that separated the stairs from the main floor. They were unnoticed by the chatty group, half way through their wine.

"...and Caine said he wanted to try the cleanse too. Nothing but kale, juice, and magnets for a whole week. Pretty sure everything but the kitchen sink came out of him." The whole group broke out into fits of laughter.

Caine went beet red. "She wasn't supposed to tell anyone about that!" He whispered under his breath.

Jax was struggling to keep it in. "You did what? Oh man, you didn't eat the magnets did you?"

"No!" Caine hissed quietly.

Kinger silently giggled.

"Oh, I have one for you." Queenie spoke. "Kinger once fell for an internet scam as well. He clicked a link that said Do you have permanent orgasm face disorder? He thought it was a real thing. Bought into the treatment plan and everything. God, he spent so much money."

Kinger sank down as the women laughed their asses off. He could feel Caine and Jax staring at him, judging him. "This can't go on."

"I agree." Caine said.

"You two are a couple of pansies. Can't handle a little embarrassment?" Jax taunted.

"Oh! Oh! I just remembered one for Jax!" Ragatha wiggled excitedly in her seat. "He once bought stamina enhancement supplements, but all they did was make his pee turn blue."

Jax rushed downstairs as quietly as he could, trying to pretend that the laughter around him was not at his expense. "Tell my secrets will you..."

Caine and Kinger came down too. "What was that about being a pansy?" Caine taunted.

Jax grumbled. "Take these. We're putting an end to their secret sharing circle."

Caine caught a few throw pillows from the couches. "Uh...are we-"

Kinger took some on his own. "Let's do this." He and Jax marched upstairs with purpose. Caine didn't see the point in denying involvement and followed. Bubble came too.

Ragatha was the first to take a pillow to the face. The ladies were caught completely off guard and were pelted by pillows. Because of the mild level of shared intoxication, instead of getting angry about it, pillows were thrown back. The living room became a travesty of fluff and food all over the floor.

Bubble helped himself to the meat and cheese as the humans played. He liked his humans. They were fun.

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ateez-himari · 7 months ago

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[240901] MAKNAES REUNITE

[NEW MESSAGES FROMM HIMARI]

[PM 10:49] The maknaes are maknae-ing harder than any maknae has ever maknae-d before

[PM 10:50] ㅎㅎ I might possibly be on social media more than you guys think, but the caption was both of our ideas to be fair. It's maknae telepathy

[PM 10:50] No we rode on the same one (please help me), I have a racing circuit license, a driver's license but I don't have a motorcycle license yet. We've been really busy lately so I'll get it when I have time

[PM 10:51] Ah, we're ahead of you! Jungkook oppa already posted the ta ta ta challenge on his account, we knew you guys would want us to do it ㅎㅎㅎ I can't believe he's starting trends while doing his service...

[PM 10:52] Oh, Tiny! It's his birthday today, he turned 27...he's getting very close to being 30 already yet he acts the same age as me. It's a shared braincell between maknaes I think

[PM 10:52] It's hard to keep track of but it's been about 11 years now, maybe a little more since we met before their debut. Since I'm still 22 I've known him half of my life

[PM 10:52] I didn't know he used one of his rest days, he just called me in the morning after my boyfriend left for the studio and asked if I was busy. It was fun, we went to eat barbeque after the bike ride

[PM 10:53] Oh I remember that, people were speculating for so long ㅎㅎI solved the mystery now, as you can see the extra helmet in his house was mine. I think the other members use it sometimes too so it's shared property

[PM 10:53] Some protective gear he bought for me is there too, I think some army were talking about it after a live and I felt kind of bad because they thought it was a girlfriend...

[PM 10:54] Jimin oppa told you that we cried when he started his service ? Wow, what a tattler, but it's true. I guess it was just really strange, I mean we grew up together in a sense so leaving each other for so long was heavy

[PM 10:54] Ahh no you can't talk to him, we said goodbye about two hours ago so I'm back home now. Mingi asked if I wanted to do a live later so you might talk to us!

[PM 10:54] If you guys are lucky he'll turn on the camera this time ㅎㅎ I really want to give you a tour of the airbnb at some point too, since it's a hanok (a traditional house) it looks really nice, like we're back in time almost

[PM 10:55] Hyunjin oppa already posted the pictures ? It's true, we went to see Stray Kids yesterday and it was such an amazing concert ! We met a few staytinys there, then had dinner with some of the members

[PM 10:55] No, I've actually known Bangchan oppa longer since we spent some time together before I left for KQ. We slept in the same room for a bit since neither of us were in the lineup for any group so there was no set dorm

[PM 10:56] How can you do this to me ?! There's no way I can pick a favorite solo, I really hope that they release them soon though...I'll put in a good word to JYP for you guys ;p

[PM 10:57] Don't worry I have plans with other members later on! But first we're going to go see my family in a few days, mom's been very adamant on 'setting my boyfriend straight just in case' ㅎㅎ I missed them a lot

[PM 10:57] Haneul's been asking me to come non-stop every time my brother calls to check up on me so I'm sure she'll be happy too. The members and I got so many gifts while we were on tour, Seonghwa oppa even got her some baby Lego

[PM 10:57] Oh, no, not Sannie oppa's older sister ! Haneul is my niece, Hanzo nii-chan's daughter, my brother wanted to continue the legacy of 'H' names to honor our parents

[PM 10:58] Ahh Mingi's out of the shower so I have to go now, we're gonna go on a walk (really romantic right ??) ♡ Love you so much, kisses!

Translated from Korean by Google

#ateez au #ateez imagines #ateez 9th member #ateez extra member #ateez female member #kpop oc #HimaFromm♡#HimaSocial♡

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New Beginnings - Jake Seresin and Bradley Bradshaw x Roomie! Reader

A/N: So this is based off a request I got, it was really fun to write! This is the first imagine I've written in a hot minute, hope you guys like it

Warnings: Peanut allergy, mentions of allergic reaction, mentions of stalkers, mentions of domestic violence, and tooth rotting platonic bradley and jake

Moving to a new place is supposed to be an adventure. It's supposed to be filled with new opportunity. It is a time to create a new you and it gives you a fresh start. New place, new you.

You tried to keep that optimistic point of view as you attempted to find a place to live. However, almost everything was too expensive for your budget. California was a lot more expensive then where you used to live and it left a bitter taste in your mouth. "Bradshaw, I am telling you that we are never going to find another roommate." You heard a gruff voice exclaim in exasperation from across the room. You were currently sat in a coffee shop across from the navy base in Miramar, your laptop open and scrolling through house and apartment listings. "Hangman, you just gotta have some faith." The brunette man that was sitting across from the other one finally spoke up, his tone more easy going and laid back.

You watched the two men for a few minutes before you decided to approach, your eyes scanning over them. You cleared your throat as you stood by their table, their eyes landing on you. "I heard you guys are looking for a roommate." Your voice was quiet and you were realizing that you were setting yourself up to be murdered, but you were desperate. "I'm also looking for someone to live with." You could feel their eyes running over you, the blonde man shaking his head immediately. "Absolutely not. No." However, you saw the man he had referred to as Bradshaw start to smirk. He looked at you with eyes full of mischief, deciding to piss off his friend. "Have you ever been convicted of a felony?" The answer threw you off and you looked at him with confusion in your eyes, but you slowly shook your head. "No, I haven't."

The man immediately clapped his hands together, a wide smile on his face. "Well, then it looks like you have yourself a new place to live. I'm Bradley and this is Jake, we're going to be your new roommates." You were shocked at where the conversation had gone, your mouth agape as Bradley handed you a card with an address on it. "This is where we live, come check it out and see what you think." You took the card and nodded, deciding to follow along after them.

The tension between the two was palpable as you walked into the house the two of them shared. It was nice, a lot nicer than what you were expecting. It was decently sized and clean, naval awards and pictures of the two men you had met lining the walls. It was astounding, really, to see all of the things the two had accomplished at such young ages.

"There is no way this is going to work out." Jake's voice could be heard from the kitchen as you looked around, your head hanging a bit as you tried to listen to the reply that came. "Come on, she needs a place to stay and we need the help with rent. Just trust me for once, damnit." Bradley's voice was the next to ring out as you walked towards the room that they said would be yours, eyes scanning the room as you got decorating ideas immediately. "Just try to be civil, please." As you heard a disgruntled fine mumbled from Jake, you decided to walk into the kitchen. Two pairs of eyes met yours as Bradley raised his eye brow at you expectedly. "I'll move in." You were met with a hug from Bradley after you agreed, laughter leaving your lips as you set up plans for moving your stuff in.

The two men helped you get your stuff into their house, Bradley more enthusiastic than Jake, as was to be expected. The blonde aviator was convinced you were not going to fit in. You were going to ruin the vibe of the entire place. You were going to gripe about every little thing and you were going to ruin the man cave. You tried to win him over, offering to cook, or help him around the house when he was cleaning. However, he would always turn you down. You tried to not let it get to you.

But, that was easier said then done. "Why don't you like me?" The words left your lips as you walked into the living room, seeing Hangman immediately turn off the TV and get ready to head back to his room. "You just don't fit in." His words seemed to make so much sense to him, his cockiness spilling through into his words as he leaned against the doorframe to his room. "And sweetheart, I don't think you ever will."

You narrowed your eyes at him and nodded once, biting the inside of your cheek as you debated on how to respond. You were not one for confrontation, at all. But, this was getting ridiculous. "You haven't even given me a chance." Your words were small and timid as you shot Jake one look before walking into your room, your door shutting behind you. You didn't have to put up with Jake being rude and you were tired of getting your feelings hurt because of what he said.

As the weeks went by and you were getting settled, you figured that Jake would start to warm up to you. However, that did not seem to be the case and he kept giving you the cold shoulder. Bradley told you that you just needed to give him time and he also said that Jake was just an asshole, it's just how his personality was.

For every bad interaction with Hangman, there was an opposite and nice reaction with Bradley. The two of you were slowly becoming really good friends and were making movie nights and dinners a nightly occurrence that Hangman was left out of. He was getting sick of it. So, he decided to try and make things right by making you cookies.

As you walked into the kitchen, you could smell the cookies that had just come out of the oven. You noticed Jake standing over them, taking a bite of one before offering the plate to you. You gladly took one, eyeing it suspiciously before you heard him huff. "They're not poisoned, I swear." You took a bite and made an approving sound, immediately tasting the chocolate chips inside of it. "They're peanut butter chocolate chip, my moms secret recipe." At the words he said, your eyes widened. Fuck.

"Hospital. Now." Those were the only two words that could leave your lips as you felt your skin start to itch. The inevitable red hives were already making their way down your arms and your legs, causing a whimper to leave your lips. Jake's eyes were wide and panicked as he tried to figure out what was going on. "Bradley! Get in here now!" His words were desperate as he walked over to you, hearing your breathing coming out in panicked pants. "What the hell is happening?" Bradley's voice rang out as he walked out of his room, headset on and an xbox controller in his hands, "I was just about to clutch my damn match.." His voice trailed off as he looked at you, the controller soon falling out of his hands. "What the hell."

You looked at the two boys, panic in your eyes as you pointed down to the purple bracelet on your wrist that had the words peanut allergy written on it. All the color drained from Jake's face as he looked at Bradley and they both helped you out to the car. "Jake, you drive and fast." Bradley held you close in the backseat, trying to keep you calm. You were terrified, having no epi pen because you had used your last one a while ago and hadn't had time to go get another one. "You're going to be okay.." That was the last thing you heard before blacking out in the back of the bronco.

When you woke up, you were in a hospital and you had an IV taped into your arm. You were groggy from the medicine that they had given you, the room slowly coming into focus as you noticed Jake sitting next to your bed. His head was down and he looked absolutely wrecked, guilt written all over his face. "What happened?" The shakiness of your voice absolutely killed him, a frown on his lips. His hair was extremely unruly, telling you he had been combing his fingers through it relentlessly. "I uh, didn't know you were allergic to peanuts." He refused to look at you, hands shaking as he tried to wring them out. "Hey-" You started before a nurse walked in, interrupting your conversation. She apologized before starting off on what your treatment plan currently was. "Oh, and we called Jason, your emergency contact. He was so happy to hear you're okay." The color drained from your face as you heard those words, your blood running absolutely cold. "Y-you told him where I am?" Your words barely left your mouth as she grinned at you and nodded, your eyes darting around the room. No, this couldn't get any worse.

Jake was noticing your reaction, confusing clouding his vision. Who was Jason? You had been living with them for a few weeks now and you never mentioned a guy before or brought anyone home. But, he did remember some nights he heard you up crying. He wasn't trying to pry, but sharing a wall with someone means you hear a lot of what happens on the other side. Maybe, this Jason person was just an ex or someone. Or maybe even a parent, Jake didn't know. But, he did know you looked absolutely terrified. "Hey, our girl is awake!" Bradley's voice boomed into the room, ignoring the traumatized look on your face. However, he suddenly went quiet when he read the room and saw you trying to curl into yourself.

"He can't know where I am." The words left your lips and you could feel the tears rolling down your cheeks. "He just can't. I have to go, now." You started to try and mess with the IV in your arm, Jake's hand covering yours. "Sweetheart, what is going on?" The name he usually used to tease you was now laced with concern, his blue eyes meeting yours as you let out a shaky breath. "Just please get me out of here, that or make sure I can't have any visitors other than you guys." Your voice was pleading as the blonde haired boy nodded, him and Bradley going to talk to your nurse. They weren't sure what was going on, but they could tell that you needed them to do this for you.

After the two of them left, they came back to you full on sobbing. This wasn't supposed to happen. You were supposed to be free. Both the boys looked super concerned as they took in your shaking form, each of them carefully sitting on the edge of the bed. "H-he's going to hurt me." The words were desperate and full of fear as you felt Jake wrap his arms around you, pulling you into his side. His embrace was surprisingly warm and inviting and was a stark contrast to the cold exterior you were used too from him.

His cologne engulfed you as you sobbed into his shoulder, feeling his hand run up and down your spine. "Who is he?" His voice was soft as he tried to will you to open up to him, knowing he was the reason you were in this situation. He had to try and get you out of it. "H-he's my ex boyfriend. But, I have a restraining order out against him.." Your voice was shaky and broken, it betraying you as you tried to not sound as fragile as you felt. You felt so exposed. You knew you weren't safe anymore. You had two badass navy pilots beside you and you felt unsafe. It was a complicated feeling.

"He has been stalking me for months. I finally thought I got away from him." Your voice was so fragile that it broke Jake's heart, his eyes softening as he reached down to wipe your tears with the pad of his thumb. "He's not getting anywhere near you, trust us." His words were reassuring as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, his care finally showing through as Bradley made the same promise.

They were not going to let him get to you. As you sat there in the hospital bed, you kept telling them about all the bad things you were running from. About all the abuse, all the hurt. All the yelling, all the fights. It was enough to make Hangman want to kill this guy if he showed up anywhere near the hospital. You don't hurt women, he was taught that at a very young age. But, apparently not everyone knew that simple rule.

As you sat in the hospital, the two boys took turns watching over you. If one had to go to the cafeteria, or somewhere similar, the other made sure to be there for you. It was nice, having someone there to watch over you. The two even pitched in together to get you a bear and some flowers from the gift shop; insisting that they had to do it. That's how they were raised.

They did everything for you, acting as if you were the most fragile person they had ever met. It got even worse once it was time for you to get discharged. They would not let you carry anything. Hell, they even had a hard time letting you walk out to the car. You had given them a major scare and they never wanted to go through that again, because A205 needs to stay alive. Or, that's the cool slogan Jake tried to come up with. You and Bradley went along with it to make him happy, but you secretly laughed about it behind his back.

You had found a family in two unlikely naval boys and you wouldn't change a single thing about it. They were your protectors, best friends, and most of all, the best roommates you could ask for.

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