#C'MON AND KISS DE BOY

[bunnys-kisses]

how can i take your order? all you have to do is pick a dessert, drink and driver/character of your choosing! are you in the mood for a mille-feuille or a big slice of chocolate cake! please, please, please indicate who you want me to write about!!

the servers are from the following: formula one, call of duty, baldur's gate 3, haikyuu, one piece, jujustu kaisen, detective comics (dc), marvel comics (but i am open to any other fandoms you might have in mind! please do not hesitate to ask!!)

i do also accept polyam relationships! (pairing + reader), up to about four people! just to make it manageable on my end!

all orders can be made to the inbox for @bunnys-kisses and i'll get your order together asap! also let me know if you want it extra sweet or a little more spicy !

mille-feuille: “that’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl.”

butter tart: "let's ruin ourselves for anyone else."

sugar pie: “gonna let daddy hear ya?”

zebra cake: "well, what do we have here?"

carrot cake: "swallow it. all of it."

millionaire shortcake: "if they saw you now, you'd be the biggest shame to your family."

pots de crème: "if a picture is worth a thousand words, then i could probably get a million dollars for this photo."

oat flapjacks: "i'm not scared of you."

persian rolls: "it's mandatory i finish. you getting to finish is a treat."

spice pie: "i didn't know it was possible to be a liar and a slut."

mushroom pie: "if you don't shut up. i'm going to shut you up."

lemon slice: "i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making."

swiss roll: "everything you own, everything you wear i paid for. so i guess that means i own you."

pumpkin pie: "i've met strays who were more obedient."

pastry braid: "your job is to make me cum. now get to work."

sausage roll: "i wonder how much i could get for photos of this cunt."

pithivier: "if you don't behave, i'll let the boys take care of you."

tiramisu: “my little slut to ruin.”

sponge toffee: "aw, is someone mad that they can only cum because of me?"

pull-apart bread: "i love you"

powered sugar donuts: "marry me."

blueberry bars: “gonna make you a mamma and you're gonna make me a daddy.”

pudding chomeur: "i don't share."

ice cream bars: “did you see the way he was eyeing you? he need to know you're mine."

chocolate cake: "do you feel that? that's what happens when i think about you all day."

soufflé: "i'll be gentle."

fried dough: "i know virginity is a stupid concept... but i want to take yours."

apple pie: "now be good and beg. thank you."

vanilla cheesecake: "where are your manners?"

berry trifle: "wrong. try again."

maple cream pie: "either you wear the necklace with my name on it, or wear my bruises around your neck."

s'more: "The accent gets to you, doesn't it?"

belgian waffles: "i cum in that every night."

pancakes: "if you bite me. i'll bite you back."

loaf of whole wheat bread: "you're going to shut that mouth and take me."

jos louis: "does someone need a daddy?"

maple taffy: "oh my god you're stupid."

snowballs: "don't worry, drug tests aren't till next week."

shortbread cookies: "and who does this belong to?"

flan: "i'm not possessive... i'm obsessive."

peach cake: "if you spill a drop, we start all over."

angel food cake: "if he fucks with me again, i'm finishing inside of you."

red velvet cupcake: "if you don't like being called a whore, then stop acting like one."

mince pie: "i'm not jealous."

banana bread: "i'm going to fuck that sweet pussy of yours until the only word your little brain can form is my name."

crumb cake: "if you just listened, all of this could've been avoided."

chocolate chip cookies: "you're beautiful when you smile, but you're the prettiest when my cock is in your throat"

nanaimo bars: "who's my pretty girl? c'mon say it."

coffee cake: "knees. now."

sourdough bread: "i'm going to breed you."

blueberry muffins: "i don't think it'll fit."

pound cake with strawberries: "you know i hate going over rules, but just because i like seeing you embarrassed, i'll tell you them again."

croissant: "i wonder if your father knows what happens during the off hours. if he knows you're here with me."

crepe: "pretty girl."

french toast: "you're trying to make me jealous!"

churros: "if you don't shut that little mouth of yours, i will stuff it full. okay?"

shortbread squares: "you're just mad that that my cock fits perfectly in you now. must be a blow to the ego that we're a perfect match."

savory pastry: "let your brother find out."

sweet pastry: "i'll make it all better."

eclairs: "the family's precious little girl. under me like a slut."

boston cream pie: "yeah, i'll use protection."

bagel: “gonna paint you with my teeth.”

crostata: “stupid slut, this is what you wanted huh? wanted me to fuck you like i hate you.”

tres leches: "i wonder if your brother know i cum in you."

peanut butter bars: “scratch me, bite me, just mark me sweetheart. show them I’m yours.”

eton mess: "be careful. your breath smells like cum."

scones: "but what if they see us!"

english muffin: "aw, is someone crying?"

honey cruller: "i forget how small you are sometimes."

banana split: "don't look at me like that."

beer brownies: "stick your tongue out anymore and you'll look like a dog."

fudge: "your father is pissing me off."

sticky toffee pudding: "the only way this is ending is you getting pregnant."

hot cross buns: "don't hide your face from me. i'd hate to have to tie you up."

brownies: "you're so much more agreeable when you have something to occupy that mouth of yours."

chocolate mousse: "the only necklace you need is my hand around your throat"

tim bits: "stupid little thing."

fruitcake: "i'll make tonight special."

cornmeal muffin: "i need you most."

devil's food cake: "you're my most unhealthy obsession."

crème caramel: "oh. you thought you were getting away from me?"

banana & chocolate muffins: "i'm only doing this because you need to learn how to behave, rules are rules, and you need to follow them."

custard tart: "i've never done this before."

cinnamon rolls: "no one needs to know."

mango sorbet: "you are by far the dumbest thing i've ever fucked. how did they even let you graduate?"

date squares: "you look better with my marks on you."

figgy duff: "if i buy it, will you stop pouting?"

spicy upside down cake: "let's play a game: don't get caught."

cream puffs: "let me finish inside."

profiteroles: "come away with me. for a week, together. anywhere you want, we'll go."

with a side of:

coffee: rivals

tea: semi-public/public sex

juice: cockwarming

mocha coffee: breeding kink

bubble tea: daddy kink

a vodka shot: rough sex

sparkling water: gentle sex

coconut water: alternate universe

energy drink: doggy style

champagne: sugar daddy situation

hard lemonade: possessive behaviour

espresso shot: dirty talking

a glass of wine: cowgirl position

ice capp coffee: werewolf au

bloody mary: vampire au

martini: mafia au

frozen latte: dumbification

frozen lemonade: consensual non-consent

cranberry juice: mean!character

glass of water: aftercare

chocolate milk: tenderness

milkshake: size kink

pina colada: pregnancy

cider: body worship

mai tai: loss of virginity

margarita: unprotected sex

mint julep: punishments

chai: biting/hickies

earl grey: big cock

fishbowl cocktail: protected sex

tonic water: age gap

matcha latte: collars/bondage

root beer: filming/recording

soda: jealousy

americano: oral sex

whisky: degrading language

vitamin water: dom/sub dynamic

irish coffee: high sex

sangria: drunk sex

dark roast coffee: sub!character

dark hot chocolate: sub!reader

iced tea: accidentally launching relationship

lemon water: university/college au

naked & famous: bimbo/ditzy!reader

on the house: author's choice!

ORDER UP!

[hannieehaee]

can you write something about sub joshua.. it’s been on my mind ever since seeing him in the skirt during the follow encore 😭

18+ / mdi

content: sub!joshua, afab reader, smut, mentions of oral (m receiving), penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 1285

a/n: u and me both anon

masterlist

this wasn't a good image for you.

i mean, you were never one to be overtly horny or act up in public, but to be fair, you had not been warned about this beforehand.

no, you had to find out at the same time as every other carat as your boyfriend stepped out on stage in yet another outfit change, except this time his stylist had decided to have him don a skirt – a skirt!

and so you watched from the sidelines. you watched, with thirst in your eyes and a mouth fully agape as your boyfriend danced to his heart's contentment on stage, all while wearing a pretty and flowy skirt that had you salivating at the sight.

his pretty thighs were on display, with every single move of his hips teasing a new inch of skin for everyone to see.

everything was fine at first. you contained your thirst for the boy well enough, knowing that acting up in between sets would be slightly problematic. the real issue arose at the end of the concert, when joshua went to find you backstage, already changed into a pair of jeans and completely nonchalant, acting as if he hadnt just been provoking you on stage.

that's when you did something you'd later be embarrassed about.

grabbing onto his hand, you dragged him back to the dressing room. fortunately for you, the dressing room was now empty, only containing the apparel the staff would have to put on the boys the following day.

locking the door, you pushed him up against it, attacking him with a deep kiss.

joshua, being just a man, reciprocated the kiss with no question, too exhausted to try and take control and simply appreciating the pretty girl loving on him.

the kiss grew nastier by the second, with you licking and sucking at his tongue all while pulling at his hair. the kiss was followed by a trail of even more kisses, leading down his neck and to his ears.

"joshie?" you breathed against his ear.

"yeah?", he gasped out, hands digging into your hips as a silent way of pleading at you to not stop.

"put on the skirt for me?"

"w-what? the skirt?", the request woke him up a bit, not understanding the sudden nature of it.

"need to see you in the skirt, joshie. looked so fucking pretty ... so fucking good for me, joshie," you went back to licking into his mouth, hands restless as they undressed him.

"you liked it? i-"

"i loved it, baby. you looked so pretty. need to ride you with it on, fuck ...", you shuddered at the thought, "wanna see it up close, baby. be a good boy and put it on for me?", you gave him eyes you knew he couldn't resist, now withholding your kisses from him as he pathetically tried to chase your lips.

"ride me? here? fuck, okay. i'll put it on. c'mon."

it only took a few minutes for joshua to find it among the pile of clothes hanging on the rack, having frantically searched for it while you sat back on the couch and slowly undressed yourself, giving him a taste of what he'd get if he followed direction.

finally finding it, joshua took off his current clothes at the speed of light, even tripping during the process. the thought of your obvious thirst for him in a pretty skirt had him feeling lightheaded. and the idea of you riding him here, while anyone could walk in, made him reel.

"oh, joshie ... so fucking pretty, shit ... c'm'ere, pretty," you gestured for him to come to you, immediately switching positions with him and sitting him down as you straddled him.

your lips went to his own just as he sat down, hands feeling him up all over. shirtless and with only a frilly little skirt on, you felt him up in a way that could only de described as disrespectful.

but he loved it, moving his body as close to where your hands were touching to feel more and more of your touch. he moaned pathetically throughout, whining extra loudly when you began grinding your bare cunt against his cock through the thin fabric of the skirt.

pulling up the skirt a bit, you pulled out his dick from underneath, caressing the tip with your thumb to make him cry out a little more.

he still had his cute little face stickers on his face, with his brown hair contrasting the skirt perfectly and making him look like the prettiest little thing you'd ever seen. he was making you lose your mind. sadly, you were in public, so the most you could do to him was ride him, not having the chance to do all you wanted to him.

in an ideal world, you wouldve been able to get on your knees and worship him, kissing up every inch of pretty skin of his thighs as you made your way up to his weeping cock. then, you would've slowly licked up every vein and spent a good while licking and sucking at his tip, up until he cried for more. only when he was crying at you to please give him more would you have engulfed his entire member in your mouth, making him cum all over his pretty skirt.

you voiced all these desires into his ear as you finally lowered yourself down on him, making him groan louder at every single detail of your fantasy. with a cry, he promised to bring the skirt home with him if it meant you'd make good on your promise.

in the meantime, you bounced on him like a crazed woman, groaning any time your eyes opened enough to see the pretty prince under you. he was the prettiest you'd ever seen him, so delicate and needy, completely unlike the confident and cocky boy you saw on stage.

"so pretty, joshie ... you're the cutest thing i've ever seen," you moaned, softly tweaking at his nipples.

crying out at the stimulation, joshua cursed out, letting out nonsensical babbles as he threw his head back against the couch, back arching and hands tightening around your hips.

"baby, i'm gonna- gonna fucking cum, please!," he begged for nothing in particular.

he didn't need to beg, you were going to give him whatever he wanted no matter what.

"cum for me, okay, baby? wanna feel you cum in me. fuck ... fill me up, pretty ..." you cried, doing everything in your power to speed up your orgasm so that you could cum with your pretty boyfriend. your hand went down to your cunt, circling your clit in desperation as you tightened even more around joshua.

at some point he must've gotten desperate, humping his hips upwards as his orgasm blinded him from all senses. his noises got so loud you had to hold your hand up to his mouth, muffling him as he screamed behind it.

biting your lip, you attempted to quiet yourself down too, finding your own high at the way in which joshua cried under you. the tears gathering at the corners of his eyes had you losing your mind, making you simultaneously coo and moan at the sight.

when you finally rode out your high, even continuing to ride your boyfriend after his own orgasm had ended, you finally let yourself fall against him, heavy breath as you felt his warm skin.

"will you really steal the skirt for me?", were your first works against his chest.

"will you fuck me like this again?", he managed to let out through his lack of breath.

"is that even a question?"

"then hell yeah," he chuckled breathlessly, clammy hands still on your hips.

a/n: this was rushed and not proofread but i had to get this out of my mind my bad</3

[crimsonbubble]

Thigh riding and dirty talk with the val guys 🙏

cw. nsfw, gn!reader, thigh riding, praise, degradation, overstimulation, marking, poorly translated languages *not proofread, just pure brainrot

[breach isn't here bc I just didn't want to write for him :// this is so rushed and half assed im sorry 😭😭]

MINORS DNI!!

brimstone (daddy issues popped out with this one yikes)

a sweetheart

literally so attentive

does the work for you

holds you against him as he rocks your hips against his thigh

"atta boy/girl, doing so good baby."

chamber

cocky mf

he either sits back and watches you do all the work

or literally can't sit still and guides your hips over his thigh

loves watching you melt into him when he guides your hips to ride out your orgasm

likes when your nails dig into his shoulders when he keeps your hips moving after your first orgasm

"you can give me one more, right mon ange (my angle)?" "be good for me and give me one more, pour que je puisse m'occuper de toi. (so I can take care of you)."

cypher

good mix of degradation and praise

loves to see you get all flustered when you rub against him

lives for the way you get flustered and hide your face behind your hand

"oh come on, is that the best you can do?"

harbor

his focus is on you

forget about him

let him take care of you

holds you so carefully

rubs your back as his hands follow the movements of your hips

"don't worry about me, let's focus on you, yea?"

kay/o

he's a robot therefore he vibrates

I feel like you'd have to like show him porn or smth to get him to understand the concept of dirty talk

but I feel like he'd be a little stiff with it, not really sure what to do

but give him time to research and study a bit and he'll get the hang of it

"take it easy, just like that."

omen

so touchy

literally wants you to cling to him

like just bury yourself into his arms as you pleasure yourself on him

lets out soft grumbles that can only be considered as some form of purring

"my sweetling, so good to me."

phoenix

literally does not know when to shut up

will run his mouth about how good you look and how well you're doing

easiest way to shut him up is to kiss him

the easiest way to keep him quiet is to make out with him

not just a few short kisses

I mean full sloppy kisses, desperate grabbing at each other and feeling all over one another

"c'mon baby, do it for me." "fuck, you're so good to me."

sova

an absolute sweetheart like brim

he'll keep his hands on your thighs as you rut against him

he'll take over when you start whining and slowing down

praise praise praise

sova loves seeing how your cheeks grow warmer and how you hide your face when he tells you how pretty you look

"such a good boy/girl for me, дорогой (sweetheart)." "its okay, I've got you, keep going for me, малыш (baby)

yoru

mixes praise and degradation like he's a fckn chef or smth

gets off on you rutting against his thigh as much as you're getting off to you rutting on his thigh

hickeys upon hickeys

love bites upon love bites

he can't keep his mouth off you

"look at the mess you made on me, you little whore." "fuck you look so pretty like this, fuckin use me, c'mon."

[gadriezmannsgirl]

De Jong's Sister -Pedri González

This was a bit shitty

Summary: You're the younger sister of Frenkie De Jong and you're also Pedri González girlfriend... But, is your brother used to the PDA with your boyfriend?

Being Frenkie De Jong's sister has always been your favorite thing because one, he's the best brother ever; two, he loves and takes care of you like no one else and three; thanks to him you met your lover, Pedro González López mostly known as Pedri.

Frenkie had known Pedri for a long while and he knew he was a good guy and with a good heart so when Frenkie learned you started dating his friend and teammate, he was happy for both of you.

Of course, he was your older brother, there was a long and serious chat by his part to Pedri, explaining deeply that Frenkie didn't cared if he was his teammate, friend or anything. If Pedri dared to break your heart, he will pay it.

Frenkie stated he could step on his ankle while training and make it seem like it was an accident or kicking him in the face with the concept of trying to grab the ball. You thought it was unnecessary but Pedri acceded to it and stating a simple "I'll take it" You rolled your eyes at their dramatic antics but loved them either way.

Still, after three years and half of relationship, Frenkie wasn't a big fan of you touching and kissing Pedri that much while being in his presence.

Like for example, last week you were at a gathering at Lewandowski's all of you eating, having a good time in general and enjoying the two free days Xavi gave them. Pedri's arm was around your waist and you leaned into his side lightly, he was laughing at something Eric García had said as you smiled seeing him.

You couldn't help yourself but kiss his neck causing him drift his attention briefly to you

"Everything good, bonita?" You nod smiling causing him to smile back and lean lightly to kiss your lips softly and for brief seconds

"Stop eating his face" Frenkie said in Dutch as you looked at him raising one of your eyebrows

"It was just a simple kiss"

"You were sucking each others faces off"

"Fuck off!" He laughed

"Leave her be, Frenkie" Mikky, Frenkie's girlfriend said as you stuck your tongue out a bit, taking the piss of him.

"Yeah, I don't say a thing when you're sucking Mikky's face off"

"Shut up" It was your turn to laugh now. After a while got a bit better still he let his disgust known

"Congratulations!" You smiled watching both of your boys come in, into the tunel and up to their dressing room.

You hugged Frenkie first, happy for his comeback and then you went to your boyfriend throwing yourself at him, also glad for his comeback even though he wasn't in the XI starting, you were happy to have him in the second half.

You kissed his lips softly and pressed yourself against his sweaty body, happiness coming out of you

"Ok, ok. I think that's enough"

"Venga, hermano" Pedri said letting you down of the floor softly a bit annoyed to the fact, your brother didn't allowed him to touch you that much in his presence

"She's my baby sister!" Frenkie defended "Limited touching"

"C'mon, Kie; I not a little girl anymore"

"Still not used to see you as someone's girlfriend, Y/N/N"

"Well, start to because I'm not breaking up with Pedri anytime soon, he's it for me and for the longest run" With that you let both boys to get inside their dressing room

"Did I fucked it up?" Frenkie asked Pedri

"She wants you to be happy for her"

"I am, for both of you" Frenkie declared "It is weird for me to see her being all lovely and mostly with someone who is my friend and teammate"

"You know I will not hurt her"

"I know" Frenkie said "She's just my baby sister, I guess I still see her as my baby who always came crying up to me when Youri did something to her" Frenkie laughs "I'm sorry, I'll behave" Pedri nodded

"No soy yo a quien le tienes que decir eso, hermano" (It's not me the one you gotta say that, hermano) Pedri said softly as Frenkie sighed nodding

After that little encounter, you didn't spent too much time with Frenkie and Pedri together and if you did, you avoided touching Pedri, only holding his hand and going as far as kiss his cheek but after that nothing more.

Frenkie felt a bit guilty seeing you retract yourself to show love to your lover, you had told Pedri that when he was around you were gonna put a line to your PDA, he wasn't happy but he accepted, and that's why when they won LaLiga, Frenkie came up to you.

You hugged your brother tightly, kissing his cheeks and repeating a congratulations to him

"Thank you, sis" You smiled at him and soon your eyes travelled to your boyfriend who was hugging his family too "Go and kiss him. Kiss him like you want to" Frenkie encouraged you as you looked at him

"Thought you didn't-"

"You are on the long run with this guy" He said softly "I gotta deal with it. You are happy with him and both of you love each other too much. I know you like showing affection and he does the same. You're not a little girl anymore" Frenkie smiled pushing you into the González's direction "Anda" You smiled and ran towards your boyfriend.

You crashed into his sweaty back as he stumbled forward a bit

"Wow!" He said turning around "Bonita, what's up?" You leaned up and kissed him deeply.

"Congratulations, mi amor"

"Bonita, Frenkie-"

"He's fine with it! I love you so much and I'm so proud of you, congratulations on your first LaLiga, lindo" Pedri smiled picking you up and turning you around

"Thanks, Bonita" He whispered kissing you once more.

This time the one who pulled you both apart was Fer who jokingly claimed his brother back but when you connected your gaze with your brother's.

He was looking at you with a smile on and them gave you a thumbs up. Yes, you loved being Frenkie De Jong's sister and Pedri's girlfriend.

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Taglist: @gaviypedrisbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld

[lunathebee]

Hello!! Could you write the moonboys finding the reader looking in the mirror and frowning. Maybe shes insecure about her body

THE MOON BOYS REACTING TO Y/N FROWNING (AND BEING INSECURE) IN FRONT OF THE MIRROR

Warning: none just fluff

A/n: I think I have done a similar reaction like this, you can also find it here anon ^^ Ty for sending in a request!

🍓Steven Grant 🍓

He doesn't notice you frowning at first.

I think Steven would go up and join you, looking in the mirror together.

Maybe he thinks you're admiring your outfit and he wants to join too (can this man get any cuter? 🥺🥺)

"Our pants kind of match! That's awesome" Steven smiles while looking at your face for a reaction.

And that's when he sees you frowning.

Still think about the pants. "No- no? Yeah, maybe they aren't the same color."

You tell him how you feel insecure about your body whenever you look in the mirror.

Great way to shatter his heart entirely.

"Noooo, no, you can't feel like that love; you're amazing! You're wonderful! Please don't be sad."

After that, you could feel much better and maybe forget about all this, but Steven doesn't.

He gets very serious whenever he sees you walking toward a mirror (or just if any mirror is in your way). He doesn't want you to get a flashback about that bad memory!

I think Steven definitely trips on himself at least once when trying to distract you from seeing a mirror.

🍓 Marc Spector 🍓

*see you looking at the mirror frowning* *doesn't think much and immediately looks away or continues doing what he intends to*

He will go plop down on the couch, legs spread, and just try to relax a bit (this man needs a really good massage).

After awhile, if you are still staring at the mirror, he will notice.

"You okay?" He raised one of his eyebrows when asking, "Women always find something to dislike about themselves, huh?"

"I'm serious, Marc, I just..." You turn to talk to him with a pout.

Marc let out a small sigh when he saw your face; he doesn't want you to waste time being insecure about yourself. "C'here on the couch with me?" he asked.

Marc waits for you to come over and trap you in his big and strong arms (he won't let go any time soon).

"Well, isn't taking a nap on the couch much better than standing there? C'mon, baby, you look like you need some sleep."

Marc smiled and gave you a kiss to make all the bad thoughts go away too.

(Can't you see that I love big-brown-bear Marc?🐻🐻)

🍓 Jake Lockley 🍓

What a man. Waste no time to come up behind you and hug your waist.

He would kiss your neck too (because that's how he is oh my lord).

Jake worships and adores your body, so he thinks you're simply thinking the same.

"¿Le gustaría ir de compras? (Would you like to go shopping?)"

He rests his head on your shoulder and looks into the mirror, now noticing your frowning face.

Immediately ask, "What's wrong?" or "Are you in a bad mood?"

"No.... Jake. I just don't think I look good these days."

He gets surprised and confused at what you're saying.

Jake shows you so much love and support (and I mean SO MUCH).

He would gladly fight anyone who says bad stuff about you; he never thought your hater would be.... yourself.

It makes him all mad and fussy lol

Don't ever think of such a thing when Jake is your lover, hun.

[fantasyqueen502]

Mrs. Miller: Chapter 3

Summary- (Before the infection/apocalypse) A look into the life of Mrs. Miller. It's Sarah's 1st birthday and the Millers live each day to the fullest.

Relationship- Joel Miller X female Reader

Rating: PG Mentions of a chronic illness R in the last third dipictions of sexual intercourse

Word Count: 1,268

One Year later…

Pink and white balloons tied to mailboxes and fences of the cul-de-sac.

"Happy birthday to you." Everyone in the neighborhood sings.

The two brothers descend the steps of the home to the picnic table out front. Joel leading with Tommy following close behind with a camcorder in hand. Joel places a tower of cupcakes onto the table lighting one cupcake with a candle.

Sarah bounces excitedly in Y/N's lap at the head of the table.

"Happy birthday, dear Sarah!"

"Happy birthday to you!"

"Blow out the candle." Y/N kisses her child's curly head of brown hair. She looks to her mama then back to the candle. Opening her mouth wide, taking in a deep, dramatic breath before blowing a wet raspberry onto the flame. Fortunately this does the job.

 Everyone cheers and claps. Conversing with one another, enjoying the cupcakes or burgers and hotdogs Mr. Adler prepared on his grill.

Sarah grabs a fistful of pink frosting shoving it into her mouth, in the process smearing it all over her face. Taking another handful smearing pink frosting across her mama's cheek. Y/N doesn't mind, she grins down at the child who giggles at her work.

"What about pop pop, Sarah bean." Tommy instigates camera ready as Joel takes a seat next to his girls.

Sucking on her fingers looking up to her uncle Tommy at the call of her name. Looking at her dad who makes faces at her.

"Pop pop wants some birthday cake." He points to his brother. She squeals, giving a two tooth grin. Wiping her frosting and spit covered hand across Joel's face.

"Yay!" Everyone cheers.

"How are you feeling?" He mumbles into her cheek, seen to others as him just being affectionate.

"A little tired." She shrugs avoiding his eyes.

"Cake!" Sarah shrieks, holding up a handful of cake.

"That's right." Y/N coos clapping as the child copies the gesture with glee.

                         ~•~

Cleaning up the yard by the light of street lamps. Collecting party hats and paper plates that littered the grass into trash bags in hand.

Tommy groans, reaching down to pick up the thirtieth plate. Twisting his body left and right with a wince. "Man, I'm tired."

Joel scoffs. "Wait till you have a kid." He advises. "Then you'll truly know what it means to be tired."

"Boys!" Catches their attention. "It's getting late." Y/N informs. "Do we need to prepare the couch, Tommy?"

"I'm alright, Y/N. Kiss Sarah goodnight for me."

"I will. Get home safe." She waves stepping back inside.

"Y/N looks good." He says looking to his brother busying himself with knotting the trash bag. "Treatments must be going well." 

"She decided---to uhhh…." Joel struggles to say. "We decided to---uhhh---stop…" He swallows. "Stop the treatment."

"Oh." Was all Tommy could say. "I'm here for you bro, and the girls." he assures.

"I know." He nods, clearing his throat. "C'mon. Need to put these in the bins."

                         ~•~

Joel exhales a breath rolling his stiff neck and shoulders when entering his and Y/N's bedroom. Spending the past few hours putting away the many toys and clothes Sarah was gifted. The sound of a running faucet grabs his attention. Turning to see Y/N in the bathroom taking off the wig she had been wearing that day.

Her H/C short with patches littering her scalp. Leaning into the mirror, turning her head, tracing them with her fingers. Ruffling through drawers on his side of the bathroom. The buzzing of clippers sound and without hesitation shaving the front of her head. 

He makes his way to the doorway. Silently watching her e/c eyes taking note of his presence. He watches the many scars in various states of healing become visible from the numerous surgeries that promised results.

Struggling with the chord to reach behind. He stands behind her taking his clippers into his hand helping her with the back. Rounding her ears and base of her neck. Finishing his work turning the clippers off.

 She exhales, her shoulders releasing tension. Running her hands over her head, closing her eyes.

 The clippers turning back on startles her. Looking to the mirror catching Joel running the clippers straight down his head of curls. She gasps, eyes wide holding her hands over her mouth.

He smiles continuing to lop off his hair. As tears welled up in her eyes. Now her turn, she takes the clippers helping him with the back.

"So handsome." She gushes, running her hands over his head.

"You pull it off better, mama." Giving her a passionate kiss. She swoons.

"Wait here." Taking the baby monitor from their bedroom into the bathroom turning the volume up. "We never got to have mommy daddy time." She whispers.

 "Can't have that."

"No, we can not." She agrees. Placing the monitor on the sink.

 "If you're not feeling up to it. At any moment--"

"I'll let you know." She shimmies off her panties. Stepping out of them her flowery sundress is his only obstacle. Turning the shower on she turns peeking over her shoulder with sultry eyes. "Unzip me."

He does so. Tracing his finger down her spine making her shutter. She turns, gathering the hem of his shirt, lifting it up, placing hot kisses to his broad chest. 

Stripped bare, stepping into the hot water breathing in the steam. Suddenly feeling bashful she tries to hide herself, but he unwrapped her arms from her chest with the scars from many entry points from chemo. He traces them with his thumb looking at her wrists where more marks are laid. He places a kiss on them. His hands ghosted around her in an embrace. Thumb skimming her shoulder blades. Anchoring herself by his shoulders to lower him to her level, capturing his lips. There was tension in his muscles and a stiffness she wasn't used to. His hands almost cradling her. "I'm not fine china." She reminds.

He stifles a chuckle giving a nod. The water coasting along his brows. "Tough as nails." He smiles. She hasn't seen him smile without a sadness behind his eyes since her diagnosis.

"So treat me as such." She purrs, digging her nails into his back. He groans, watching his slack jawed expression as she drags all the way to his hips. A thrill stirs within her seeing she had succeeded in awaking the lust within.

His hold of her tightens, pulling a gasp from her throat as he spins her 'round, pinning her to the wet linoleum. She grins, trapping her bottom lip between her teeth. Breath hitches in her throat, his hand interlocking with her own. "Right there!" She breathes. "Oh, Joel." She moans the knot in her stomach tightening. With her heart drumming in her ears the rhythmic thrusts of her love. His hips stalls as he groans grow deeper.

"Almost there." He moans. "Oh, Y/N."

She lets out a shuttery whine. "Slower." She urges wanting the moment to last.

"Oh---J-Joel." Her back is arching. He grunts burying his face onto her neck, hot breath fanning her neck. Letting out a long moan as she squeals. Her legs buckle as he wraps his arms around her waist as she leans into him chuckling.

"Still with me?" He coos.

 "Mmm." she hums. "This tops when we christened the house." Mouth now flooding with the taste of copper.

 "Nothing beats our wedding night." He chuckles, guiding the both of them under the stream of the shower head. "To be young again."

"God knows how we didn't have Sarah sooner."

Author's Note: I did not except so many readers and love for my little one shot idea. I decided to change the title hopefully there is no confusion to "Mrs. Miller" an idea that blossomed into my own story using context clues from the games and show of what happened to Sarah's Mother.

(Hopefully the tag list worked. It's my first time doing one. Please let me know.)

Series chapter order:

Mrs. Miller

Mrs. Miller: Chapter 2

Mrs. Miller: Chapter 3

Mrs. Miller: Chapter 4

Mrs. Miller: Chapter 5

Tag list:

@impala1967666

@minaxcarter

@blairfox04

@pedr0swh0r3

@thomasshelbee

[stevie-petey]

hello your honour (m), me and my partner, val @southelroy would like to take this opportunity to defend our client, one steven marie harrington. we intend to prove, beyond reasonable doubt, that his behaviour and actions are born from a place of genuine trauma, that his intentions, while marred in teen angst, are clear, and finally, that his bearing is better than certain past, shall we say........bonds.......cough johnathan cough.

idk how longer i can keep this bit going, but seriously, guys c'mon cut the guy a break, all steve and bug have been doing since midway season 1 is drive their car to struggle citadel and pray at its pews. Also m this season is so crazy delicious i will get into singing your praises in a minute, after i prove my case with evidence. thank you.

firstly, i'd like to establish a baseline from which we can work upwards from. frankly, steve clears. he has been worshipping the ground bug walks on since the day he saw her, and he made clear his high regard of her the moment he got to develop some sort of friendship/relationship with him. even just taking these last three chapters, the amount of outward steve shows bug, completely unabashedly, is ridiculous. it was the most physical, outward admiration bug has gotten out of her peers, aka, the teen boys her age. I'd like to point to one moment in particular, "You exhale deeply, wrapping your arms around his body, and Steve nuzzles his face into your neck and presses a gentle kiss there.". This parallel to johnathan and bug ending their closeness at the end of season 2, as well as the phone call/car ride johnathan takes in season 3, posits steve as the new "love interest", the new What-if/maybe of bug's love life. However, his romantic intentions are much more straightforward than johnathan's ever were. The end of season 2, he very clearly stated that he wanted to, eventually, be in a relationship with bug, that he would need some time before it happened, and bug understood this, and agreed to it. This is drastically different from Not Talking About It for years on end. I would argue that bug herself knows, at least to some extent, steve's feelings for her. She certainly knows the care he feels for her, "You know he doesn’t want to scare you, that he’s always trying to make things easier for you, so you tilt your head at him and nod slightly; you want him to tell you." The ease with which they kiss each other's cheeks is an openness bug did not experience in season 1, especially when shit with nancy and johnathan started becoming #real #deep. there is a certainty that is present in these interactions that bug and johnathan did not have until they were literally doing a friend break up.

Now that we've established the evidence of steve's background, i'd like to move the jury to view evidence of motive, with your permission your honour (hi m <3). As stated in the opening statement, bug and steve are getting stamps on that struggle card like their featured on tlc classic, extreme couponing, and baby they are making cashback! Bug's daddy issues are well documented, as are steve's. In fact, they are so well established, that the defense would like to claim that throwing a gren@de at mr. harrington's car would be an all round net positive to society. We know that steve thinks highly of bug, including post spring summer of '85, and that while they have moved past it, o would argue that a fear of abandonment is not unfounded in the young man's mind, particularly when his own self image is currently being shredded by a medieval torture device known as mr. harrington. Steve is being beaten down, it sounds like quite frequently, "He hadn’t turned into who had expected to become, something that you know his father reminds him of every time he comes back from some business trip. ", and it's showing in his relationship(?) with bug, "Steve leans into your kisses and smiles at the praise, relieved that you don’t think he’s some idiot." We see this when he rants to robin in episdoe 1, he is an, ultimately, scared and insecure teen, who is getting requited affection for the first time in a long time, from a person whom he deeply respects, admires, and holds dear in his heart, and, unfortunately, was unable to maintain a relationship with him during the beginning of their friendship. I ask you, the court, were we not understanding of bug then? Could we not see the place where she came from? While we disagree with her actions, did we not see the ultimate place she was coming from? Surely we can extend that grace to mr. harrington.

I'd like to perhaps bring in a new angle, that steve and bug's tiff at the end of episode 3 is not their fault expressly. We know bug has a giant guilt complex that makes my religious background look carefree. We know she has a very real fear of having a relationship pass you, due to someone whose name rhymes with bonathan, and is perhaps more sensitive to being strung along than she otherwise would be. We know steve's battling daddy issues, a need to prove himself with a great opportunity right in his lap, and a fear of relationships changing because of someone noticing his inadequacy (very incheresting to me that he's relieved that bug doesn't think he's an idiot.........he's my unmedicated undiagnosed adhd baby.....we're twins in that sense. also in the sense that we like women :P), which could happen when they are in a full blown relationship. Him not knowing how to ask bug out is valid, he's on a new man journey of shedding his old self off, he feels like he's batting way out of his league (he is), and he has a girl who fell out of love with him on his scoreboard, and a girl who used to be in an intense codependent friendship with a boy who is now currently dating said ex. That is a situation to be in!

While me and my partner understand bug's frustrations and empathise fully, and make clear our support of her, we only ask the jury lay the blame not at our defendant steve's feet, but rather the circumstances that have brought them here. And if they really want a target, feel free to aim towards one johnathan byers and mr. harrington, local triple f, (flop failure father).

The defense would now like to play offence. Johnathan, what the hell are you even doing here???? Get out of our family's business! What in the good lord's name are you doing ringing up a girl's number in the dead of the night??? The one you were a hair's breadth away from dating if you hadn't strung her along for a marathon length of time at that???? And then venting YOUR relationship problems, the very relationship you strung her along for, about a girl you left her for!!! The audacity of mr byers!!! While we understand this to be an affront to Ms. Henderson, we posit this is an affront to Ms. Wheeler as well. We ask you, the jury, how comfortable YOU would feel if the guy you were dating, told HIS ex best friend-turned-complicated-situation-turned now friends with boundaries all about your relationship problems while driving around at night, a deeply date like activity? While you may posture and say "oh, well, if it's a girl like Bug!". Girls..... That would make it worse. AS IT SHOULD! We maintain this isn't bug's fault as it isn't her relationship to protect, but mr. byers!

Okay we rest our case.

M, I apologise for this stupid essay above, but omg omgo omg omgogkogmogmgomgm I am EATING!!!!! YOU ATE!!!!!! This was so crazy delivious yummy!!!! Love love love the way steve and bug are interacting, all the casual affection has me giggling and kicking my feet like they're everything hehehehe. All the cheek kisses are so so so cute and making me crave affection like a motherfucker. All the flirting vibes between them is driving me up the wall...."So you admit you're flirting with me?" BITCH! I MIGHT BE!!! I am cheesinggggg. I remember you said that season 4 is going to be stug struggle era and my stomach is in knots already becasue the brief glimpse of unhappiness they experienced at the end of episode 3 made me want to cut my heart out of my chest, you have made them too lovable i fear.

SPeaking of cutting my heart out of my chest, may i say, you served with robin. Like. The struggle of being a closeted person really hit well. Not to get heavy, but the crushing weight of it was so subtly put into robin, it got to me alot. "She hates that you’re purposely excluding her and taking Steve’s side in this. You wish you could tell her the truth." This genuinely is sooooo fvnnvbvknsnbfe. I want to shake her through the screen like girl do NOT fall for your friend whose attracted to boys that is NOT a situation that ends well and you will NOT leave unscathed!! It felt like a lot like high school, when its a big thing you have no one else to tell, and there's too much at stake to say it. and omg. this part, "When Robin sees his wink, she only clenches her jaw and turns away before releasing your hand.". Devestating. If I were robin, i would have had a crush on both bug and steve and witnessed carousel kissy face gate, it would have turned me into the joker, i would have no choice but to pull the nastiest stunt this small town has ever seen. I feel absolutely awful for her, and it makes me kinder to my younger self. Just, omg, really excellent work.

Apologies for the length of this, but just on a final note, i really wanted to say thank you for writing this great story. it's been a tough couple of years, and my brain has gotten worse on me and i really have a lot of trouble concentrating on anything, including things i enjoy, and your story is one of the few guaranteed things i know i can sit down for and fully because i know i will love every minute of it. Wishing you luck and love wherever you go and always rooting for you <3!!

u bringing up bug abandoning steve first ,,, oh ur so right and i WILL be addressing that (steve finally asks for the entire reason ,,,, trust)

and ur so right about how grim of a situation it is. steve and bug reflect the hurt nancy and jon gave onto them. steve is afraid of being lead on again and not being enough (nancy lied about loving him and he wasnt enough in the end). bug is afraid that love itself isnt enough, that theres more than just loving one another that goes into a relationship (jon loved her and yet in the end it wasnt enough).

both babies are hurt :((((

LEAVE JON ALONE THO MANS NEEDED TO VENT TO HIS BESTIE AND BUG WAS ENTIRELY OK WITH THIS !!! SHE NEEDED TO VENT AS WELL !!! (nancy wont be ok with it tho lmao)

and im happy everyone is loving robin <333 i have a cute and sweet scene planned between her and bug later that im so excited to share :')

the final part of your ask, im so so so happy my story means that much to you and i am sending you a million kisses my love <3333 im always rooting for you as well and youre such a sweetheart

[slamminslamminmcgill]

hey man if you're still taking requests it'd be cool to see ur take on a lalo drabble where u get overstimulated and he has to talk you down from the high. the aftercare after completely destroying u does something to me. but also no worries or pressure at all live ur life man peace and love :,)

lalito mi querido 🖤

warning: overstimulation, degradation/humiliation, face slapping (just a hint of debauchery before the aftercare 😌)

anatomical terms: hole/cunt/pussy

“That’s it… C’mon, whore. Keep it up… I’m almost there. Keep your eyes on me.”

Lalo growled through gritted teeth as he rutted his hips into your beaten hole. You and your cunt were a hot mess, soaking him with liquid pleasure and stroking his ego with pitiful whines. You had no words left in your brain; they had all checked out around your fourth or fifth consecutive orgasm. Not that you needed words, anyhow, your body was telling him everything through its every twitch, clench, and cry. With how spent you were, you found it hard to hang on. Lalo was practically holding you up by now so you wouldn't collapse. Your eyelids felt heavier and heavier, and they started falling lower and lower…

…until they were snapped open by a slap across the face. You were greeted with Lalo’s eyes boring into yours as he recklessly wrecked you.

“No! Bad boy! I told you to keep them open for me!” He slapped you again, and your pussy tightened around him at the blow. Lalo hissed in pleasure. “Te hijo de puta (You son of a bitch), you like that? You like getting hit?" Another slap and another squeeze, followed by another sharp gasp from Lalo. "Shit, that's good... C'mon, keep looking at me. We're almost done..."

Lalo pulled your hips back into his as he gave you a few more wild thrusts, staring you down the entire time. Tense was the best way to describe him. Unblinking, unwavering tension held him together, until his thread snapped. He grunted and gasped as the tension flowed out of him and into you. Warmth filled his body, his mind, and your hole as he let his feelings take over him. You heard him mumbling some warm, nonsensical praise as well. "Oh, querido, tan bueno... Tan bueno, chiquito... Te amo... Te amo, cariño... (Oh, darling, so good... So good, baby boy... I love you... I love you, sweetheart...)"

You could do nothing but close your eyes and lie there as the warmth washed over you. Soon, your legs rested against the mattress once more as Lalo set you down. He leaned down to kiss your forehead, his elbows at your sides, his chest pressed against yours, and his thumbs wiping the tears off your reddened cheeks. You opened your eyes to see his face, unusually sweet and timid for a man like him. You giggled. "Hi..." was the only thing you could think to say.

Lalo smiled at you, "Hi, sweetheart. How are you doing? I didn't hit you too hard, did I?"

It took you a moment to process his question. You were still on the comedown, after all, panting and trembling from the aftershocks. "Huh..? Oh..." You shook your head, "N-No... I'm fine... was good..." You didn't have the capacity to say much else at this point.

Lalo sighed in relief, "Okay, good. Guess those are happy tears then, yeah?" He laughed under his breath, in pure joy at the sight of you so weak for him, "Want me to get you anything, nene (baby)? You need water? Something to eat? A towel? You're probably gonna need a towel, at least."

You laughed softly and shook your head again. "Mm mm... not right now... just this..." You lifted your arms, which felt as heavy as sandbags, and ungracefully dropped them on his back. You just needed him close to you. That's all that mattered.

Lalo got the hint. "Sí, sí. I can do that for you, nene." He squeezed you tight and peppered more kisses along your face and neck. Once he thought you were sufficiently covered, he brushed some hair out of your face and pressed his forehead to yours.

"Te amo..."

[haisayonaraa]

Oh? you approach me?

I'm gonna make sure these don't take up so much space-

[story below]

Holly approaches Jotaro, who's just finished watching an episode of Spongebob, "Jotaro! We're going to the park today, how does that sound? " Jotaro looks up at his mother and blinks, "de park? Oki, but I godda get my stuff n' all da-" Holly pulls out jotaro's little bag, which is adorned with sea creatures "Already packed it! I have your favorite pacifier in case you need it, some of your favorite toys, a snack for later, some juice, and a sippy cup, and your dolphin friend" Holly smiles and jotaro just looks away, slightly red in the face, "yare yare daze.. " Holly hugs jotaro before giving him a kiss on the cheek "aw! Come on now Jojo, let's get your shoes on, it's a beautiful day and I don't want to waste any more of it! " and so, Holly helps jotaro with his shoes (after awhile of him trying to put them on himself) they head out.

Meanwhile, George isn't  so lucky. "Nuuuu! I don't wanna go outtttt!" "Dio just a few seconds ago you said you wanted to get out" dio huffy, "Dat was before I knew I hads to wear de icky stuff!!" George was simply putting sunscreen on him (yes sunscreen will let dio be out in the sun because im not going to deny the baby bat sunlight). "Dio this is for your safety! If you go out there without it you'll get hurt!" Dio frowns and grumbles the rest of the process. "Can I at weast take nilla?" "Your bat? Sure." So dio runs to his room and gets his favorite stuffy. "We goin to da park nilla! Papa's  takin' us!" The regressed vampire talks to his bat about the park all the way there. George is just relieved  that it didn't take too long to leave the house. 

Finally both pairs get to the park.  At the same time.  Jotaro squints as he looks at Dio. "Wa u doin' here?" Dio glares at Jotaro, "wa U doin' heres?!" Holly and George start to think maybe this wasn't a good idea "oh looks like we came here at the same time- haha-" dio gasps, "dis was pwanned all awong! U twaitows!" (This was planned all along! you traitors!) Dio grabs  onto jotaro's hand, "c'mon Jojo les get away fum dese meanies!" So the two boys run off into the playground where they find they actually  enjoy each other's company. And after swinging on swings, sliding  down slides, and other fun things, they both stop for a snack before heading off on there own separate ways.

(After they're  first play date jotaro and dio have many more play dates at the park. Kakyoin finds that his best friend is hanging out with a mysterious  secret little.. I guess kakyoin will have to stick with sleepovers with caesar)

[Dios bat :3]

[bunnys-kisses]

Hi Bunny! Could I please order a zebra cake, pots de crème, and ice cream bars with an espresso shot, tonic water, and juice served by Fernando? - 🍯

bakery menu

thank you to those who had submitted! i've been slowly working on new orders! slowly, but surely i will get through all of them. bakery orders are mostly filled on fridays-sundays, a little weekend treat for everyone! i've had a real kick with fernando alonso fics, so i hope you enjoy!!

zebra cake: "well, what do we have here?" + pots de crème: "if a picture is worth a thousand words, then i could probably get a million dollars for this photo." + ice cream bars: “did you see the way he was eyeing you? he need to know you're mine." + espresso shot: dirty talking + tonic water: age gap + juice: cockwarming served by fernando alonso (formula one)!!

tags: smut/pwp, age gap (20s/40s), cockwarming, dirty talking/degrading language, jealous!fernando (sorry liam lawson), mating press, references to breeding/pregnancy

fernando alonso was a possessive man. but he was also a driven man. someone couldn't survive so many seasons of racing without the drive to do it. fernando believed that he could smoke these rookies out, he could make them taste true defeat.

he could win another championship before these rookies could even taste the podium. he was that confident. but that didn't mean that these new guys didn't get under his skin.

as he sat at the bar with a drink in hand. he watched you talk with the rookies of the upcoming year, in fairness you were closer in age with them. so fernando, while possessive, wasn't a monster. but, the green eyes monster wasn't immune to make an appearance. especially when liam lawson touched your upper back. fingers trailed across exposed parts of skin.

now that won't do...

fernando put his glass down and got up from the bar. he moved through the club until he reached where you were seated in the booth with the rookies, "well, what do we have here?" he said, he kept a smile as he got beside you, squishing you between liam and him. he draped an arm around you and you easily folded against him.

"we're just chatting." you replied as you looked at your lover.

fernando looked towards liam and said, "chatting. well, princess. we have to get back to the hotel soon. it's getting late." he didn't want to show his jealousy on his sleeve. but he also wanted liam to never touch you again.

"do we have to? it's not that late." you replied.

"yeah, c'mon, alonso. she's right, it's not that late. got some medications before bed you have to take." the rookie laughed as he took a sip of his stiff drink.

fernando held you a little closer. he gave one look to liam and then turned to you. his expression was a little softer as he cupped your face with his other hand, "you said you wanted to go the museum before we left tomorrow. hard to do that when you're out all night."

you remembered and nodded, 'right, right. i totally forgot!" you were instantly up which made fernando laugh. you were both soon out of the booth with your purse in hand. as you walked away, fernando draped an arm around your waist.

he looked over to the rookies and winked. they wished they could get a girl like you at their age. but, you didn't have eyes for boys. you wanted a man. and fernando was more than enough for you.

up against the side of the building, fernando pinned you against the brick by the waist. your head tilted back a little to expose the slope of your neck, which he decorated with bites and kisses. he groaned against your skin, his erection strained against his jeans, “did you see the way he was eyeing you? he needs to know you're mine."

you moaned, "honey, babe. i think he knows. i wear your colours and number everytime i'm at the track!" you gripped onto his shoulders and fernando just pressed into you further. you felt the leap in your pulse as the heat twisted in your core.

"not enough. not enough for a brat like him." he gripped onto you tighter and the kisses got hungrier, "as much as i'd love to fuck you up against this wall. i don't want someone to see what is mine."

you moaned a little and he placed a kiss on your lips. you melted into his warmth. fernando was a passionate lover, the kind that could make anyone shudder with want. years of experience under his belt and he used it to blow your mind.

when he pulled away, he hiked up your skirt a little to show the black panties underneath. he knew on the ass was luck number 14 printed on them. he licked his lips, "if a picture is worth a thousand words, then i could probably get a million dollars for this photo."

you gave him a look and before you knew it. you were in his car, headed to the hotel. his hand on your thigh as he zipped through the streets to get to the hotel. you barely made it into the room before fernando had himself pressed up against your back. his strong arms wrapped around your waist. he moved up against you and you felt a shudder of heat through your body.

you had to be quick to get the dress off before fernando tore the thing off of you. you ended up on the bed in just your underwear and you could hear the rustle of fernando's clothes. you felt your pulse leap when he eventually got on the bed behind you. your back arched when he palmed your ass.

"so beautiful. you can see why i'm so protective of you. these boys don't know how to keep their hands to themselves." he gripped your left cheek for a moment before he pulled the panties down then undid your bra with ease.

you were both soon naked and fernando put you onto your back and was between your legs. he wanted to see your beautiful face when he made you feel good. you looked up at him and felt the blush in your face.

he licked his lips and scratched his beard before he took you by the legs and got them up onto his shoulders, his heavy cock pressed against you. the stretch in your thighs felt good as he rubbed the blunt head against your slick pussy.

"fuck, nando." you arched your back a little to get comfortable on the bed before he sank his cock into you. you felt the rush of pleasure from the stretch of his cock inside of you. your short nails dug into the white covers of the hotel bed.

fernando sank his impressive length into you. you knew his cock was perfect, it wasn't the biggest of all time. but you didn't need that because fernando knew exactly how to use what he had. and it left you feeling good each time. so he didn't need a horse cock to make you see stars. but its thickness did leave you feel hot all over, the stretch always left you whining.

and fernando loved the sounds of your whines. how pretty you sounded when you took him. and you did so beautifully. his dark eyes lingered on you as he moved against you. he pressed into your further. your ankles on his shoulders as he rutted against you. he watched your breasts bounce with each thrust.

"so pretty." he mused, "you don't need one of those rookies. you just need me. maybe i should send lawson a message next time he thinks that he can touch you. touch what is mine." he stopped his movements for a moment and leaned into you further.

you stayed trapped under him while you kept his cock warm. he pinned your wrists to the bed. further pinning you to the mattress. and his lips found your neck. you moaned a little and squirmed.

his cock felt heavy inside of you. a weight that made your brain feel empty. you thought of very little while fernando had sex with you. he rocked his hips a little, almost teasing you while you kept him inside of you.

"i'd say a ring, but that idiot would look past it." he pinned you further onto the bed. your pussy clenched around his cock. you shuddered when he added, "maybe a tattoo. my name on your chest because he loves looking at your tits." he licked his lips. his cock nudged against a soft spot of yours and it made your toes curl.

fernando could be very dominant. and the thought of him making you get a tattoo of his name turned you on greatly. it made you feel heated while you stayed pinned under him. your cock taken him to the root.

"please." you whimpered, "you know i'm scared of needles."

he chuckled as he rocked a little further against you. he felt the throb of pleasure in his brain, "maybe a tattoo across your back and only put you in those short tops." he felt you clench around him, "i'll hold your hand while you get it. no need to scared when i'm there." he groaned. while he could've happily had you seated on his cock all night. he needed to fuck you. he needed to watch your body move with his rough thrusts. especially when you looked so nice under him. liam lawson could never have you like this.

you gripped onto the covers a little tighter as he started to move once more. you felt the flush of heat in your face while he fucked you once more. the air left your lungs when his cock hit against the right areas. fucking fernando was something else, he blew your previous experiences out of the water. everything seemed lack-luster after the first time you were with the older man.

he held onto your hands as leverage while he fucked you with heavy strokes. he gazed at your expressions and said, "maybe i should just knock you up. hard for lawson or any of the others to flirt with you when your attention is on my child." he grinned at you like a mad man and it made your stomach twist.

he continued to fuck you and you loved every second of it. the promise of how he was going to make sure that the rookies didn't get too handsy made your pulse leap. the pleasure of everything made sparks fly in your brain. there was something about fernando that left you breathless. you knew you weren't going to last much longer.

fernando kept you in the position you were in, he fucked you like he was trying to fuck you into the mattress under your sweaty back. he gave you kisses, but they were hungry and rough. his words lingered in your mind as you tensed up. your lover groaned against your kisses.

it didn't take much longer before you finished around him. your back arched with the little room between you two. you could feel his cock nudge and prod against you roughly. your eyes rolled back a little bit and your mouth hung open but unable to form words. it was hard to when climax hit you so hard that your mind went blank.

fernando noticed and he felt the excitement in his body. he worked himself against you and it made you feel like you were on cloud nine. he fucked you through your orgasm before he finished inside of you with a few more steady thrusts. he gripped onto your hands and pressed himself as deep as he could go. he wanted to make sure that reminders of him stayed in you.

you panted heavily as he slowed to a stop. he took you by the face and kissed you on your slightly parted lips. his words of praised curled in your brain but couldn't be fully processed.

"fuck." he groaned as he pulled out and ended up next to you. he pulled you onto his chest as you laid there together. you kissed at his bare chest and rubbed your cheek against the hair across it. your thighs rubbed together. he loosely held you back while you kissed him.

ideas swirled in his head for how to prevent liam lawson from touching you again. because no one touched what belonged to fernando alonso. <3

[hornyramostan]

My world champion

Nicolás Tagliafico x reader

WHY THERE IS NO ONE WRITING FOR THIS MAN OMG, i love him so much it was so funny to write this

It was Friday afternoon, you and your boyfriend, Nico, where laying in bed watching a movie. You really apreciate those moments with him because lately neither of you had a lot of free time. Two weeks ago, him and the Argentinian team won the world cup and a lot of reporters and tv programs wanted to interview him. Don't misunderstood this, you were really proud and happy for him, but you also wanted to spend time with him, and celebrate too.

It was at that moment that you placed your hand in his inner thigh, near his dick. "Mh, y/n what are you doing love" he said twisting in response of your touch. You did not respond to his question, not because you didn't know what you were doing, oh no, you knew too well what you were doing it was just funny to tease him a little bit. "I just want to celebrate with my world champion"

You moved your hand to his noticeable boner and start massaging it. Watching him grimacing with pleasure trying to contain the moans was art for your eyes. The scene started to turn you on too. You rapidly slidded your other hand down your panties an start pleasuring yourself. Si now you were with one hand in your boyfriend's dick and the other one massaging your clit. Obviously you wanted more than your hand in your pussy, and you knew someone who could give you what you want.

In one second he grabbed you by the waist and sitted you on his lap. You began to move on top of him while melting into a fiery kiss. His hard cock was pushing your clit and you couldn't but inmediatly get off of his lap and began to take off your clothes. Nico did the same and in two seconds the both of you were totally naked.

You sitted on his lap again and it was at that moment that you feel like you were in heaven. His big dick entering your pussy in hard and fast trusts. Every time you jumped on his cock your boobs bounced making the both of you hornier. Your boyfriend started to lick your boobs and bitting your nipples leaving marks that were going to be difficult to erase.

Your legs started to shake, indicating that the orgasm was near. "I-im about to-" You started to mumble, couldn't finishing your sentences due to the pleasure you were experimenting. "Me too babe, but not yet" You glanced at him with a confused look trying to understand what he had just sayed.

"What?" He grabbed your hips tightly and got you off his lap, he stood up and forced you to kneel. "Suck my dick little whore" Neither slow or lazy, you began to lick his dick in a teasing way. "Mhh" He growled grabbing your hair to make you put his dick on your mouth. Obviously you had done this before but you could never help but gag when you put it in your mouth.

The both of you were having a good time when Nico's phone started to ring. "Shit" He said "Answer" You responded " No, it shouldn't be anything important let's continue"

It ringed again "Babe, answer c'mon" "I swear if it's one of the boys making a joke I'll kill him" He said seriously. You laughed. "IT'S MY MOM" " WELL ANSWER THE DAMN PHONE" "Oh shit, hm, hi? mum?" "Nico! Honey where are you? We are waiting for you" "EH?" His face was a poem, you couldn't help but laugh at his confused expression. "What it's happening?" You whispered trying too know what he had just listened from the other phone line "NICOLÁS ALEJANDRO TAGLIAFICO TE OLVIDASTE DE QUE HOY TENIAMOS UNA CENA? (Nicolas Alejandro Tagliafico have you forgotted we had a dinner today?)

You heard the screams from the phone and your face turned pale, and from your boyfriend's expression you could deduce that neither of you remembered the dinner that you were supposed to have today with his parents. "AHHH THE DINNER YES YES, look we are having a little trouble here with... hum..." He looked at you for help " "y/n's feeling bad" you whispered to him "hum.. YES y/n's feeling bad" "aww poor angel what it's happening to her?" "her belly hurts and she's feeling nauseus" "OH MY GOD I'M GONNA BE A GRANDMOTHER" "WAIT WHAT NONO, no mum no you are not going to be a grandmother for the love of god no" "aw but it would be sooooooo cute to see the both of you with a little kid around the house" "mum stop it" "sorry sorry, but i couldn't help but fantasize about you being a dad and y/n! she would be the best mom" when she said that both of you looked in your eyes and couldn't help but smile at what she was saying "yep, she totally would" "soooo, you are not coming to the dinner, no?" "No mum, im sorry but i think that it would be the best to y/n to rest, maybe we could reschedule it for next week! "sure honey, well kisses and strength to y/n and we talk during the week bye!" "bye mum i love you"

When he clicked the "end the call" button, both of you let out a big sight and layed in bed " that was CLOSE" he said "Nico?" "Yes my love?" "Do you really think i would be a good mother?" "Of course sweetheart, the best one" " I love you so so much" You sayed grabbing his face leaving a cute kiss on his lips "I love you more" He said giving you another kiss. "What about we go to the shower and end what we hace pending" He said "I think it's a very good idea"

[zaenight]

Crazy but she's mine ch8

"Ez wake up!" Jackie said wacking him with a pillow.

"¿qué? ¿Por qué sientes la necesidad de pegarme cada mañana?" Ez questioned falling back to sleep.

(what? why do you feel the need to hit me every morning?)

"Because its my favorite thing to do,Now WAKE UP!" Jackie said wacking him again.

"Querida, you'll be the death of me,were's Illiana?" Ez questioned stretching.

"With Natalie, she plans to sleepover." Jackie answered.

Suddenly they heard the door open and a two voices in the living room.

"Yo Jackie!, Me and Gilly are here!" Angel exclaimed.

Ez raised a brow,as if asking why they were here.

"We're gonna have a bbq,now c'mon!" She exclaimed.

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"Hank had family buisness,Creeper is getting the meat,and your gonna see our Pops again." Angel said drinking his beer.

"Shame he closed down his shop." Jackie said.

"You could come back and work at the bar,your barista skills are amazing." Creeper said,unloading the meat from his car.

"And see Bishop everday?No thanks." Jackie said as Felipe came out of his car.

Jackie then started a conversation with Felipe,

the two catching up as if

they were old friends.

"Oh I invited Letty , She was my Bestfriend's kid, I kinda look after her now,also his old lady Hope." Gilly told them.

"Finally meeting more girls, Illiana's at a sleepover , imagine being stuck with  Ez." Jackie said as she stuck her tongue out at Ez.

"Im offended querida , I think you like my company , you just don't wanna admit it." Ez said smirking.

"Nope!" Jackie exclaimed.

Felipe sat back and watched ,

this was the girl his son had fallen for, and he couldn't have been any happier.

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Felipe decided to go home after a while,Letty and Hope finally showed up,the three woman hitting it off.

Jackie offered her condolences after hearing what happened to Coco.

"So?, Was Ez always like this?" Jackie questioned glancing at the man, who was put in a headlock by his brother.

"Pretty much , I mean he was a bit dark when he first became President , but after meeting you and Illiana , he got his act straight, him and angel even made up." Letty explained as Hope nodded in agreement.

"Him and Angel usually get into it?" Jackie asked.

"Sometimes we guess, club shit or brother shit." Hope said shrugging , her and Letty didn't know much.

"Yeah o- Oh hell no!" Jackie exclaimed Quietly as she Glanced over to the guys.

Six girls wearing barely anything were near them , Angel,Gilly,And Creeper were

laughing with them, But Ez looked a bit uncomfy , glancing towards her.

"I'll be back ladies." Jackie said going over to them , wrapping her arm around Ez.

"Back off!" Jackie exclaimed to the Blonde girl.

"Who the hell are you? , Ez come on baby what happened we used to have so much fun!" The girl said blowing her off.

Not on her watch.

"Im his old lady , now back off before my fist goes in your face!, If he wanted you he would've had you by now,

but by the looks of you,he probably grew tired." Jackie said.

"I mean seriously,even I wouldn't tap that, What were you thinking Ez." Jackie said giving him a look.

Ez shrugged pulling her closer , and for some fucking reason , she didn't push him away.

"But Ez we were-" The girl started until she gasped.

Jackie pulled Ez into a kiss,looking right at her , asserting her dominance , saying this might not be my man , but he is MY man.

"Girls lets go NOW!" the blonde screeched as her goons followed after,The boys whooping,and Letty and Hope screaming that they better run.

"Thought you said you weren't my Old lady?" Ez questioned with a smirk,resting his forhead on hers.

"Im not , You know how you said no one was ever gonna have me,because I belong to you? well jokes on you, because everytime a chick comes up to you Imma be there,making your life hell." Jackie started.

"You may be the Boss Ezekiel,but your no king , no, your in my kingdom now , you belong to me , face it Ez your my bitch now!" Jackie whispered , her arms still around his neck.

"I think I can live with that mi reina." Ez said as he gave her a smile.

(my queen)

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Rules Free Radio Aug 29 2023

Tuesdays 2pm - 5pm  EST Rules Free Radio With Steve  Caplan bombshellradio.com On the next Rules Free Radio with Steve Caplan, we’ll check out new and recent releases by Peter Gabriel from a new album due out later this year, Local Natives, a 20th-anniversary release of Joe Strummer and The Mescaleros Live at Acton Town Hall, Shakti featuring John McLaughlin and Zakir Hussain, one from the new JEM Records new collection of the music of Ray Davies, Osees, and a few others. We'll start with a set inspired by a forthcoming expanded re-release by JEM Records of an album by Bobby Sutliff, a Jangle, Power Pop artist who was a member of The Windbreakers, who passed away last year. Classics by Love, Sandie Shaw, Fleetwood Mac, Elton John, Nick Drake, Simon & Garfunkel, Flamin’ Groovies, Quincy Jones, and a bunch more. The last hour will feature some Pop tunes with Bossa Nova-inspired grooves, and end with some crooner standards featuring new ones by Rickie Lee Jones, Jon Batiste, Father John Misty, Rhiannon Giddens, along with classics by Harry Nilsson, June Christy, and Amy Winehouse. So everything from Psychedelic to Bossas to ballads, a little Garage Rock, Power Pop, and Jangle Rock, on Rules Free Radio! David Minchew - Change the Way The Windbreakers - We Never Understand Bobby Sutliff - Same Way Tomorrow Tim Lee - Something Started Tim Lee - C'mon Let's Go Flamin' Groovies - Shake Some Action Bobby Sutliff - The Color Of Your Eyes Osees - Unusual and Cruel The Fuzztones - Cinderella Love - August Holy Waves - Nothing Is Real The Beginner's Mynd - Nothing Wrong The Grip Weeds - See My Friends Gerry Devine - 5D Simon & Garfunkel - America Elton John - Where To Now St Peter Parliament - The Silent Boatman Peter Gabriel - Olive Tree (Band Session) Joe Strummer & The Mescaleros - Bhindee Bhagee Local Natives - Paradise Fall Out Boy - We Didn't Start The Fire Shakti - Sono Mama Fleetwood Mac - World Turning Hozier - First Light Margaret Glaspy - My Eyes Love - Maybe the People Would Be the Times or Between Clark and Hilldale Nick Drake - Poor Boy Antonio Adolpho - O Barquinho Rosinha de Valença - Praça 11 Sandie Shaw - Girl Don't Come Lou Johnson - Always Something There to Remind Me Sessa - Canção da cura Quincy Jones - Black Orpheus (Manha De Carnaval) Father John Misty - Kiss Me (I Loved You) Harry Nilsson - I Wonder Who's Kissing Her Now Rickie Lee Jones - There Will Never Be Another You Rhiannon Giddens - Who Are You Dreaming Of June Christy - I Fall in Love Too Easily Jon Batiste - Life Lesson Amy Winehouse - A Song For YouHi Read the full article

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hey babes,

Idk if you still do requests butttt i had this idea that popped into my head…

okay so basically gavi has succeeded in getting his driver license, but whenever he steps into his own car, he freaks out and can’t drive (my mom had this lmao) so reader helps him by calming him down and giving him instructions?

thank you in advanceeee

He said he still hasn't gotten his drivers licence, but let's pretend he did for the sake of the fic.

The (Survivor) Passenger Princess -P.G

Summary: He's nervous about his driving and you help him calm down

"Sure I'm not gonna die? I mean... I want both of us to grow old and for that is pretty much needed to be alive" He groaned

"You're not gonna die!" He protested shaking his head "Everything will be alright! Trust me?"

"Trust, trust... I mean-" He groaned once more as you laughed grabbing his hand "Of course I do baby! 'Was just playing around with you" You smiled bringing his hand to your lips and kissing it "C'mon, let's make me the survivor passenger princess"

"Y/N-"

"C'mon! Wanna see my man driving" You said looking directly at him as he laughs and blushes lightly

"Alright, alright"

You were going nowhere actually, you just wanted to drive around for a bit and seeing as Pablo recently got his drivers licence, he wanted to be the one behind the wheel, not you, just like always.

Don't get him wrong, he loved to see you driving, it was a hot thing for him, you being in charge and getting mad or annoyed at someone or just you focusing on your driving. It got this effect on him.

Thing is, he wanted you to see he was a man who can drive his girl around whenever she wanted to, he wanted you to be proud of him, more than what you always are, for his news achievements and more.

But... When his ears, heard the sound of the engine turning he pretty much froze.

"Pabs? Pabs? Pablito, amor?"

"Wanna drive?" He asked you as your eyes widened confused by the sudden change

"I-mmm, I thought you wanted to drive?"

"Yes, well..." He shook his head "¿Te soy honesto? I'm shitting my pants, I don't know why, I don't even know what to do!" He freaked out as you nodded

"You're nervous?" He nods "but you told me you had been driving around twice after getting the licence"

"Yes, well... I pretty much lied because I haven't been able to, everytime I step into the car, I freeze and my mind goes completely white. I don't know..." He groaned frustraed and hid his face in his hand

"¡Oh, bebé!" You undid your seatbelt to hug him "What about if I guide you through it, until you get used to it?" He shook his head

"You don't need to, mi vida" He looked up at you

"But guess what? I want to" You smiled as he slowly let out a smile

"You're something else, I swear" You kissed his cheek

"C'mon, sir. Engine turned on already, quita el freno de mano and...-" You putted your hand on top of his in the gear lever and changed it so it could drive "press on the pedal, not to hard, I'm too young to die and I don't want us to fly all around" He laughed and did what you said.

Eventually, you were getting away from his house and going into the main streets, helping him with a few things here and there but he was mostly doing the job and handling it very well and he was already comfortable with what to do.

"You got it, golden boy" He blushed

"Thanks to you, my smart and beautiful girl"

"Can you cheat on your diet, today?" He nods

"Season is done and National calls are in a week" He smiles "I can do a little cheating tonight, for you" You smile widely "and mostly as a gift, for you to help me out with this"

"Always, mi amor" You grab his hand and kiss it "McDonald's?" You ask and he nods.

"You know it"

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[kyufiber]

get f*cked  — lee hyunjae

member: hyunjae — tbz

tags: enemies to lovers <3, no actual smut (idk is a makeout scene smut?) but Very Suggestive™, various references to sex and Certain Kinks LMAOO bye

word count: 9.2k

a/n: i've been reading a lot of erotic novels lately LOL and well. i got inspired so <3 !! also a VERY special thanks to @cloudykyu​ who helped so so so much <3333 as well as @yeoldotcom​ @brururun​ @seoulbinz​ for encouraging me throughout <333 love u mamas <3

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rage. there it was again. it always seemed to make an appearance when lee hyunjae was around.

your fists are balled up so tight that the skin stretched across your knuckles begins to turn white.

if looks could kill, hyunjae would've been dead a long time ago.

and there was his stupid fucking grin again. always playing on his lips, like he was having the time of his life pushing your buttons.

"alright, alright-!" the professor calls out, stepping between the two of you. "you're disrupting class, the both of you. sit down and be quiet, or you'll have a visit with the student office."

reluctantly, you tear your eyes away from hyunjae and march over to the other side of the classroom.

the professor makes his way back up to the front of the room and you take the few seconds his back is turned to shoot hyunjae one more glare.

he isn't looking though, and that pisses you off even more.

the class passes and you don't spare another glance in his direction so as to not ruin your mood any further.

finally, the clock hits 3:15, and you're free. a text beeps through on your phone offering that you join a couple friends at the chicken joint just outside campus. you need something to get your mind off he-who-will-not-be-named, and so you shoot back a quick text of agreement.

an hour later, you're well into your third drink and a 'i hate hyunjae' monologue.

"he's such an asshole," you grumble, snatching your drink away from seoyeon when she tries to confiscate it. "and i always get in trouble for it, because he pisses me off and i fly off the handle." a quick swig of your drink.

jiwon chuckles, a bit nervously. "y/n, maybe you should stop drinking."

"it's the only way i can better my mood after dealing with him," you whine, letting your head fall down onto the table with a thunk. your head shoots back up again suddenly, making hayoung jump. "i want some tteokbokki."

"no, y/n. we're going home. if you drink or eat anymore, you'll throw up all over the dorm, and i don't have the patience to deal with it tonight." seoyeon scolds you, looping an arm around your back. "c'mon guys, help."

"no~!" you groan, struggling a little against the three girls, but it's to no avail.

they manage to get you into a cab before piling in behind you, and your cheek rests on hayoung's shoulder. she pats your head lightly, and you snuggle up against her.

"i'm telling you all right now," you mumble. "if he tests me one more time, i'm gonna deck his ass."

"yeah, sure, y/n." jiwon responds, and you can imagine her rolling her eyes.

the ride back to the dorms is quiet, save for the occasional ding from seoyeon's phone, and your own quiet breaths.

the three girls had been your friends from the very first week of university. seoyeon had been your assigned roommate, and while at first, her abrasive attitude had put you off, you quickly realized that the two of you meshed far better than expected. she was the one who taught you to call others out on their bullshit, and you could always trust her to tell it to you straight. you'd met jiwon in an art club you'd signed up for. both of you were horrendously bad at painting, and you'd bonded over it. neither of you was still in the club, but the friendship had grown. and then, of course, there was hayoung. sweet, a little loud, and the voice of optimism in the group, you two had met at the freshmen orientation and had been close ever since.

the four of you naturally meshed into a little group, and the rest was history. you'd all lived together for two years now, and the dorm you shared was a hotspot of fond memories– though not without chaos.

with hayoung's gentle head pats, your eyes fluttered closed and you felt your awareness slip away, chased by sleep.

as the professor explains what a diphthong is, another sound reaches your ears and pries your attention from the lesson.

glancing around, you realize it's coming from hyunjae and the boy he sits next to — sunwoo, you think his name is. the two of them are whispering and laughing at some unknown joke. with a quiet sigh, you scribble a sloppy note on a piece of paper in your notebook.

please be quiet, trying to pay attention

you tear the sheet from your notebook and give it to a classmate, jerking your head at the two boys.

moments later, you feel a tap on your shoulder as the girl hands you the same piece of paper, only folded differently.

dont wanna

irritation pricks your chest like a thorn. civility never worked with him, but there was a test coming up and you really didn't want to interrupt class.

you send back a note, this one scrawled a little more sloppily, indicative of your declining patience.

if you aren't here to learn, go home

again, a tap on the shoulder. you unfold the note and roll your eyes so hard you nearly see your own skull.

i paid 2 b here :P

you glance up at the professor, checking to make sure he wasn't looking when you passed back another note. it's not like this was high school, but you can't imagine he'd be happy to have his students passing notes instead of taking them.

yeah same. except i paid to learn, not giggle in the back of class :)

awww r u jealous im not paying attention to u??

you want so badly to chuck the crumpled note right at his head, but instead, you take a deep breath and scribble a response.

can you just shut the hell up

whoops. hit a nerve there huh ;)

breathe, y/n. breathe. no need to lose it.

seriously? i'm trying to actually learn here

ok so stop replying then

you grit your teeth and crumple the paper into a ball, shoving it into your back pocket. you train your eyes on the front of the classroom, trying to pay attention, and then, there it is again. just within earshot, the sound of whispering and quiet laughter.

you slam your hand down the desk and jump to your feet, resulting in the chair clattering across the linoleum floor with a loud bang. "can you shut the fuck up?"

the classroom is dead silent, and you realize what you've done.

"excuse me?" the professor asks, gone still.

with your figurative tail tucked between your legs, you shrink back down into your seat sheepishly. "not you, sir." you murmur. "i was talking to hyunjae,"

the middle-aged man's eyes shift to hyunjae. "still... that's not a reason to interrupt class." he blinks as if he still can't believe what just happened. "and hyunjae... please stop distracting other students."

"sir, i don't even know what she's talking about." he pipes up, pouting. "i wasn't talking."

"well–"

"are you kidding?" you blurt out before you can stop yourself. "you were gabbing nonstop with him!"

sunwoo sinks into his seat a little, ears turning red.

what is going on with you today? it's like any semblance of a filter that you might've had is gone.

"i don't know what you're talking about," he shrugs nonchalantly. "it was probably someone else you heard."

it's less the fact that he was talking, now, and more the fact that he's denying it in front of everyone and making you look like an idiot.

"screw you, hyunjae." you spit.

why are you so angry? something about him just lights you up, and not in the good kind of way, but in the kind of way people go to jail for.

not that you'd ever do anything to warrant your arrest, but still.

"hey–" it's the professor, trying to interject.

"yeah, you want to?" hyunjae snickers.

you see red.

you snatch up your pencil case, winding back, ready to hurl it right at his face, when–

"alright! that's enough!" the professor booms, and you're torn from your rage trance. "both of you, out. you're grown adults; this is just– this is unacceptable."

it's then that you feel the full weight of everyone's eyes on you. you want to sink into the floor as you gather your things and stuff them into your backpack.

as you pass by your professor, he examines you with disappointed eyes. "you two, head to the guidance office. a counselor is going to have a word with you."

you bow your head, cheeks burning with shame, and exit the classroom.

as the two of you wait in the guidance office waiting room, you shoot hyunjae a deadly glare. "this is all your fault."

he raises an eyebrow. "i'm not the one who yelled in front of the whole class,"

before you can respond, a voice calls your names from a cracked door at the opposite end of the small room.

you've never been inside the guidance office before, as you'd had no reason to– until now. the office is home to several bookshelves chock full of books reaching several feet high, and various wall-hangings that you can't make out the words on.

the counselor sits behind a dark wood desk, with a nameplate that reveals this man's name as ryu kyungseok, the head counselor.

you want to sink into the floor, but instead, you just settle into the leather chair and press your knees together.

"good afternoon," mr. ryu smiles easily. "i heard about the incident in professor kim's class today."

taking advantage of the moment of silence, you shift forward. "sir, i am so, so sorry. i lost my temper, but it won't happen again, i swear."

he holds his hand up to silence me. his eyes are crinkled around the corners, etched with laugh lines. "unfortunately, this isn't the first report i've gotten about the two of you. every single professor that's taught a class with the two of you in it..." he shakes his head. "my point is, even if you believe what you're saying, i can't."

you press your palms against your thighs, cheeks flushed. this is humiliating.

"so, instead of reacting in a way that may hurt your record," he folds his fingers together. "i've come up with an alternative."

now, standing at the entrance to the storage room, horror is painted over your features. when he had said "alternative," this is not what you had pictured.

instead of a normal response, like, i don't know, moving one of you to a different class, they'd decided to put you in even closer proximity.

the library has a storage room, he'd gone on. right now it's a mess, and nobody has had time to clear it out. that's where the two of you come in.

the two of you had been tasked with clearing out the storage room and finding places for the likely thousands of books that had been dumped in here.

thousands was probably an understatement. every corner of the room is piled two thirds of the way to the ceiling with books. dread bubbles up in your chest.

you're fucked.

you're told by mr. ryu that you'll start library duty the next day at 4, as that's when both your classes are over for the day, and finish at 6.

that night, you complained to your friends about the situation and seoyeon had snarked that you shouldn't have blown up during class.

you had glowered at her and pouted like a child, but she was right– as usual.

you pick up a book and dust off the cover, releasing a plume of particles into the air, which causes you to sneeze violently.

hyunjae's head pops around the corner, one eyebrow raised. "i'd say 'bless you,' but i'm worried you might throw that book at my head."

"ha, ha." you sneer humorlessly and turn your eyes back to the stacks.

you briefly questioned counselor ryu's judgment. you'd been seconds away from chucking a pencil case at hyunjae's head the day before, and now he was letting the two of you alone with hundreds of books at your disposal?

amusement washes over you at the thought of smacking hyunjae in the head with a book.

"hey," his voice sounds right behind you, and you jump, dropping the book you were holding. his eyes skim over the piles. "is this as far as you've gotten?"

you instantly bristle. "excuse me? and how much have you done?"

his mouth quirks up, far too smug for your liking. "more than this. too busy thinking about me, huh?"

your eyes narrow. he's right, technically, but he doesn't ever need to know that. "as if. i'm just actually putting effort into doing it right."

his lips flatten in an almost-grimace. "uhuh. like when you were 'putting effort into actually learning'?" he adds air quotes, and you stare him down through your hair.

"yeah, exactly like that. notice how i was actually paying attention?" or trying to.

"right, all that furious note scribbling."

you slam a book down onto one of the piles and climb to your feet. "it's six. i'm leaving."

"it's actually only five fifty-five!" he calls after you, and you give him the finger.

later that night, you find yourself at the same table of the same chicken and beer joint as before. only this time, hayoung is missing, studying for a test.

you narrow your eyes at an empty soju bottle and your head lolls to the side. "'m gonna kill 'im," you slur, a heavy pout on your lips. you sloppily point to the bottle as if it's hyunjae. "stupid!"

jiwon sighs and rests her head in her hand in exasperation. "y/n, if you drink every time hyunjae upsets you, you're gonna go into liver failure before you graduate university."

you ignore her, raising your hand to ask for another bottle, but it's quickly stopped by seoyeon. "nope! you're done."

in what felt vaguely like a repeat of the other night, the two girls help you into a taxi and head home, but this time there's no hayoung patting your head. you pout again, like a small child.

as they're helping you through the dorm building's hallways, you catch sight of a familiar face and instantly your body goes into fight mode.

"you!" you hiss, struggling against seoyeon and jiwon's grips, which are desperately trying to hold you back.

you spit various profanities at the hyunjae hallucination before the girls can drag you inside the dorm room. once they do, all your energy seems to deflate and it doesn't take much effort to dump you in your bed.

snuggling under the cover, you finally let sleep take you.

the next morning, a dull throbbing plagues your head as you get ready for the day. you leave later than usual, having slept through your alarm, and this proves to be a grave mistake.

nothing is amiss as you leave your dorm and make your way down the nearest dining hall. it's not until you're proceeding down the breakfast buffet and feel someone standing a little too close, that you begin to realize something is wrong.

hyunjae stands next to you, empty-handed, leaning against the marble counter of the buffet. his mouth quirks up. "hangover?"

you blink, confused for a moment.

then you recall the previous night and it dawns on you that the "hallucination" was likely not a hallucination at all.

the blood drains from your face. you can't decide if you'd rather stand here frozen, hoping he'll go away or make a run for it.

before you can make a decision, he speaks again. "see you at the library later," he grins and walks off.

this is the probably thousandth time you've felt humiliated in the last week, and it's getting real old, real fast.

you snatch up a sausage link, ignoring the judgmental eyes of the person behind you, and keep moving down the line.

later that day, hyunjae is exactly 13 minutes late to library duty, and while normally you would make some snarky comment about his tardiness, you can barely look him in the eye.

"aw, she's shy." he snickers, pushing open the storage room door, and all you can manage is a quiet grumble.

the next two hours are just as bad as you expect them to be.

after a few precious (suspicious) minutes of silence, hyunjae holds up a book with his eyebrows innocently knitted together. "oh, look, y/n. i think you'll like this one."

you glance up, eyes skimming over the cover, and your mouth contorts into a grimace.

drink: the intimate relationship between women and alcohol. the bold black lettering mocks you in a way that's quite reminiscent of the person holding it.

"shut up," you mutter, and all he responds with is a smug chuckle.

he continues to make fun of you until you hurl a small paperback in his direction, and then he lets up a little.

during the last half-an-hour, the two of you push around carts full of organized books, placing them on the correct shelves.

hyunjae is nowhere to be seen – most likely on the other side of the library – and you're reaching up to a shelf that's just out of reach, when a hand appears above yours, snatches the book from your grip, and slips it onto the aforementioned shelf.

you turn and are met with an unfamiliar face.

"oh, um, thank you," you murmur, creating more distance between you and the stranger.

he half-smiles. "no problem. i'm eric."

you dip your head, an awkward smile stretched across your lips. "y/n."

"nice to meet you, y/n." he takes a step forward, and you eye him. "i hope this isn't too forward, but i noticed you a while ago and thought you were really cute." it is too forward. please back up. "could i get your number?"

is he objectively handsome? yes. are you interested? no.

you find yourself mildly annoyed that hyunjae has put you in a state where you're too preoccupied to be flattered that a guy is hitting on you.

"oh, um..." your eyes dart around, and you stiffly scratch behind your ear.

before you can think up a proper response, a familiar scent hits your nose. annoyance flares in your chest near-immediately, and it occurs to you that hyunjae has basically pavlov's dog-ed you. just the scent of him is like a mosquito, sticking a needle into your patience and draining it.

he leans over your shoulder, shooting what seems like a friendly grin at eric. "sorry, man. you're out of luck. she's got a boyfriend."

you nearly gape at hyunjae, but manage to keep it together, realizing it probably wouldn't be convincing if you looked shocked at the idea.

"a boyfriend?" eric blinks. "i could've sworn she was single. who is it?"

of all the things you might've predicted would happen next, what actually happens is not one of them.

hyunjae slips his hand into yours and intertwines your fingers, his grin becoming exponentially more smug. if you didn't know any better, you would've sworn your heart all-out stops.

"guess."

eric's eyes drop down to your interlaced fingers, disappointment painting his face. "oh. um, my bad. see you around," unlikely.

once eric rounds a corner, you rip your hand from hyunjae's and wipe it on your jeans. "i need to go wash my hands, now." you huff.

he blows air out his lips, stepping away to lean against a bookshelf. "i think a 'thank you' is in order?"

you shoot him an obviously fake smile. "i didn't ask for your help. and holding my hand was not necessary."

"i forgot how ungrateful you are." he squints. "or are you just trying to cover up the fact that you liked it?"

"hold on, hold on–" you hold your palm up to your mouth, feigning a queasy look. "i think i just threw up in my mouth a little."

he rolls his eyes, and your arms drop to your sides. "how do you even know i wasn't going give him my number?" you narrow your eyes. "you could've been doing more harm than good just now." that wasn't the case, but he didn't need to know that.

he scoffs. "please, y/n. don't you think i can read your body language by now?"

your eyebrows knit together in surprise. what?

"anyways, it's past six." he turns, heading towards the front of the library. "came to let you know you can go home."

after he rounds the corner of a bookshelf and disappears from your sightline, you stand for a moment, processing.

contrary to how you'd made it seem, you were thankful that he'd helped you. but you were never, ever going to say that out loud.

your eyes blink open, but the darkness in the room is so thick, you can't make out the ceiling. you rub your eye and sit up out of bed, the sound of muffled chatter reaching your eyes.

following the noise, you're led to the common room of your dorm's floor. settled into the couches are your roommates, along with several boys you've seen around– and hyunjae.

an exasperated sigh escapes your lips, and it catches the attention of the group. hyunjae shoots you a crinkly smile, and you roll your eyes.

"y/n!" hayoung chirps, motioning you over. you snuggle up next to her, stuffing your feet under her sweatpant-clad thighs.

"we were talking shit about you," jiwon jokes, and you throw a sofa cushion at her.

"no, actually we were talking about changmin's candy addiction." seoyeon declares. "he has like, thirty bags of that shit stored in his dorm room."

changmin – at least, who you assume is changmin – smiles good-naturedly and offers you a bag of various candies.

you shrug and take a lollipop. "can't blame him, honestly. there's a reason i had a ton of cavities in middle school."

a guy you recognize from your literature class, chanhee, shudders in his spot on the opposite couch, earning a chuckle from seoyeon. "oh, whatever, chanhee. we all know you've never had a cavity and are so much better than us."

he sticks out his tongue. "as long as we're on the same page."

hayoung suddenly studies the empty lollipop wrapper gripped in your palm. "wait, is that fruit punch flavor?" she whines. "that's my favorite! i couldn't find one in the bag..."

you laugh. "sorry~ i would give it to you, but i already licked it, so–"

"so?" hyunjae interjects, and everyone's heads swivel to look at him. you don't like the mischievous gleam in his eyes.

he reaches out, taking hold of your lollipop, and in one quick movement, he slips it between his lips.

your mouth falls open.

someone – you're not sure who, since you're gaping at hyunjae – lets out a quiet "ohhhh," and it's followed by a loud cackle.

"mm. tastes good." he sucks on it pointedly, eyes never leaving yours. "not sure if that's you or the lollipop, though."

and then he winks.

you shove him off the couch armrest, and he hits the ground with a painful thunk. he whines in pain, and the group bursts out in giggles as you rise to your feet.

"going to bed," you announce, biting down on the inside of your cheek.

"y/n~! don't leave!" hayoung whines, but you ignore her and march back to your dorm.

stupid, stupid, stupid.

you curse him to the depths of hell and back, your mind a stream of profanities all directed at lee hyunjae.

what was he playing at? he had a special talent, and that was that everything he did managed to make you look stupid.

you slam the door of your bedroom and settle into your desk chair with a huff.

asshole.

as much as you had dreaded library duty at first, shelving was actually quite relaxing. you didn't have to deal with you-know-who, and you could just withdraw into your own thoughts in the quiet of the library.

you turn the corner into a section in the furthest corner of the library, and stop dead in your tracks.

unable to pinpoint exactly what it was that would be causing the sound, you shuffle towards the source of the noise. what would be making a rhythmic thumping noise in the back of the library?

you peak your head around a bookshelf, and that's when you realize. oh.

face bright red, you whip your head back around and speed walk the other direction. scurrying around a corner, you slam into hyunjae – you know from that damn scent, like fresh laundry or some shit – and nearly fall over.

he steadies you with his hands and then examines your face quizzically. "what are you rushing around for? is the president coming?"

you press your lips together, face still flushed at what you just witnessed. "well– erm–"

"why are you so red?" he asks with a small laugh.

"there's a couple over there–" you jerk your thumb behind you. "doing things." you blush even harder.

his eyes glance behind you and you can see the moment he realizes what you mean when his lips press together, trying to hold back a laugh.

"you saw a couple getting it on?" his eyes twinkle.

you shove past him, glowering to hide your embarrassment. "yes, shut up."

"oh man, he cracks his neck, a grin hovering on his lips. "innocent little y/n. can't handle a little thrust action."

you furrow your brows indignantly. "i'm not innocent! i just wasn't expecting to see that... here."

"you aren't innocent?" he repeats, raising an eyebrow as he walks alongside you. "then why'd you lose it over a lollipop?"

you quail at the mention, hastily stuffing a book onto the shelf next to you. "i don't wanna talk about that."

"see what i mean?" he sighs, like the weight of the world is on his shoulders. "you're a baby."

"i'm not! i've done... stuff." you swallow, not looking at him as you push the cart forward.

"stuff?"

"hyunjae! i don't wanna talk about this!"

"i'm just saying," he says airily, and in your peripheral vision you see him shrug. "you said you weren't innocent, but you're all embarrassed talking about it."

"you're a real asshole, you know?"

your mind flashes to your most recent experience. it wasn't pleasant, and it lasted for no more than 30 seconds, and you regretted it as soon as it happened. you grimace at the memory.

"not good, huh?" he chuckles, his tone teasing. he continues, leaning forward and lowering his voice a little. "so it wasn't a spicy rendezvous in a dark corner of a library, then?"

"god, no, i wish." you blurt out, and then your face returns to the rosy shade of red it was just a minute before.

you quickly look over to assess his reaction, and his grin is awfully similar to one of the cheshire cat.

you push your cart forward a little faster than before. "you didn't hear that."

"sure, i didn't. gosh, y/n, i didn't take you for the kind of girl who was into that."

you slam a book into his chest, jerking your head at the shelf on the other side of him. "shut up, please."

he just laughs, and for the first time, the sound doesn't make you wanna punch him.

you don't realize you've forgotten about the school field day that's coming up until you're on your way to class one morning and notice that the athletic field – which is usually only occupied by the sports teams – is bustling with activity.

there are students darting to and fro like ants, carrying boxes and equipment you can't put a name to. on one end, several students are painting canvas posters with giant bubble letters. on the other, there are even more people setting up tables for who-knows-what.

"that's this week?" you mumble to yourself, and you jump when you get an unexpected answer.

"i know right? i totally would've forgotten, but my seatmate in astronomy is on the student council and she's been talking about it all week." jiwon smiles from beside you.

you return the expression and turn your eyes back to the organized chaos of the bleacher-enclosed field. "are you gonna compete in any of the games?"

"y/n, please. jesus. the last time i did a sport was high school, and it was colorguard."

you snort. "hey, i've seen the photos. those girls have serious muscles. don't shit on colorguard."

"anyways, no. i'll be happy on the sidelines cheering for younghoon."

you pouted. jiwon and younghoon had been dating since her first year of university, and as nice as that was, you were a little sulky that she was in a stable multi-year relationship while all you got was short flings that usually ended with you being ghosted.

"are you?" she asks.

you laugh. "i doubt it. i'm not super athletic, but i am competitive, and that wouldn't turn out well."

she chuckles along with you, nodding knowingly. "true, god. do you remember when we played monopoly?"

you fix her with a joking glare. "don't remind me. that was a dark time. seoyeon and i almost got divorced."

the week passes in a blur, both figuratively and quite literally. everyone seems to be busy with something, rushing around and getting ready for the field day. the previous years, you'd been back home during this time, so you hadn't witnessed the chaos of pre-field day before now.

library duty is suspended temporarily and a good chunk of students are missing from classes, both due to event prep, so you haven't seen hyunjae since the library incident.

you'd like to think you're enjoying the peace and quiet, but in actuality, you're restless.

it's probably just the energy from all the activity rubbing off, you tell yourself, but every time you walk into linguistics and a certain seat is empty, disappointment bubbles up in your chest.

ridiculous. are you looking for a fight or what?

the days before the big event, you find yourself walking slower than normal when you pass the sports stadium, eyes searching the span of the field for a familiar figure.

when the self-awareness hits, you scold yourself and speed up your pace, refusing to turn your head any direction other than forward until the bleachers are out of sight.

finally, friday arrives, and the sports stadium is filled with hundreds – if not thousands – of students wearing athletic clothes and big smiles. dozens of tables are set up just outside the bleachers with food, school merch, and various things to purchase. the grassy section inside the running lanes is littered with props for various minigames; plastic pools, batons, and cones.

the sound of someone's loud laughter hits your ears, distinctive amongst all the buzz and chatter, and you turn your head just as a spray of water hits you. you inhale sharply as the freezing cold water runs down your legs, dripping into your sneakers, and you try to blink the liquid out of your eyes.

"sunwoo, you asshole!" a familiar voice shouts, with an edge of laughter, and when you open your eyes, hyunjae is there.

his hair is soaking wet, curling in small ringlets and sticking to his skin, as is his sleeveless tie-dyed shirt. the grin so often playing on his lips is present.

"miss me?"

holy fuck.

"no," you scoff. "thanks for that, by the way."

"hey," he holds his hands up in a surrendering gesture, eyes crinkled. "that was sunwoo, not me. he probably wants revenge for being embarrassed in front of the whole class."

you squint, feigning annoyance. "by getting me wet?"

he winks suggestively, earning him a smack on the arm.

"ow!" he whines, cradling his arm.

"are you participating in anything?" you ask in a tone that (hopefully) says 'i don't care either way.'

"yeah, apple bobbing and the baton relay." he shoots you a boyish smile, pain forgotten. "are you gonna cheer for me?"

you scrunch your nose in distaste. "you wish."

just then, hyunjae's name is called by someone letting him know it's nearly his turn for apple bobbing. he shouts back an affirmative and then turns back to you.

"don't scream my name too loud." he starts to turn, and then turns back for a moment. "actually, i take that back." he shoots you a wink and is on his way with an obnoxious spring in his step.

you give him the finger, even though his back is turned, and seoyeon, who suddenly appears next to you, smacks it down.

you are not prepared for the apple bobbing contest.

sure, contestants need to be on their knees for this game. you get that. but hands tied behind their backs? to "prevent cheating," they say. or is it solely to drive you off the edge of sanity?

as time runs out, hyunjae's head emerges from the plastic pool, and he spits the apple gripped between his teeth onto the grass.

someone loosens his arm restraints, and he climbs to his feet, running a hand through his dark-brown, drenched hair and grinning at the crowd.

"goddamn," jiwon mumbles, but you know she's looking at younghoon.

even so, you choke out an "i know right."

the next time you see hyunjae, he is completely dry and wearing a shirt with actual sleeves, thank god.

he shakes his head to get the hair out of his face, reminding you of a dog, and shoots you a smile as the two of you make your way to the back of the library.

"don't forget to check all the dark corners," he teases. "that couple might be here again."

you roll your eyes. "god."

as the two of you pass the library office, the head librarian glances up. "oh, you two!" she calls. "head to the guidance office! counselor ryu wanted to see you."

the two of you exchange a look.

the whole way to the office, hyunjae is cracking jokes, and you can't help but laugh at his dumb antics.

"do you think mr. ryu knows we were having lewd affairs in the back of the library?" he feigns worry.

"will you shut up?" you huff, but you can't help a laugh from escaping your lips, and it only encourages him.

"you're not shy are you?" he inquires with an impish smile, just as the two of you arrive outside the office. he waves to the receptionist to let her know of your presence, and then continues. "i thought you liked that kind of thing. giving mixed signals here, y/n."

"you're such an idiot," you scoff, leaning your foot against the cinderblock wall behind you.

"your mom wasn't saying that last night," he quips with a self-satisfied smirk.

"my mom's dead." you deadpan. you're lying, of course. she's alive and probably watching tv in your parents' living room right about now.

"yeah, right. i overheard you talking about your mom like two weeks ago."

"worth a try," you respond airily, crossing your arms.

"y'know, funny enough, that's exactly what park eunyoung said to me last week when she was trying to convince me to sleep with her." he grins, and lightly kicks a loose rock with his foot as he takes a small step forward.

before you can think twice, the words are bubbling up from your throat. "hyunjae," you scoff. "you probably don't even know how to kiss a girl properly, much less fuck her."

oh, shit.

his expression changes and you regret the words as soon as they leave your mouth.

he takes a calculated step forward, and then another until he's well invading your personal bubble. you try to take a step back, but there's only wall. you're trapped between a rock and a hard place, quite literally.

you study his face closely, watching for any familiar expression to latch onto, but you find nothing. his usual playful grin is gone; the mischievous gleam that typically dances around his pupils is nowhere to be found.

regret prickles in your chest. is he actually angry? you can't tell; his expression is so uncharacteristically stony, you don't have a clue what's going on behind those eyes.

"i wouldn't say that to me." he finally speaks.

"why not?" you mean for it to come out a sharp retort, but it's far more shaky than intended.

his gaze flicks down to your neck.

in your peripheral vision, you see his hand rise from his side, and then you feel it press against the sensitive skin of your neck. his fingers wrap around it, far too gently to have any real effect, but just enough to send a message: he could if he wanted.

you swallow against his palm, eyes locked on his face.

his head tilts slightly, and his eyes finally meet yours again, and it becomes just a little harder to breathe. "you wanna fuck around and find out?"

the words themselves might've come off as terrifying had the context been different, or if it had been anyone who'd said them. but it was him, and that was a different story altogether.

your stomach sears with heat, despite your desperate attempts to will the feeling away.

a glint of something familiar shines in his gaze, and his mouth quirks up at the corner. "you like that, huh?"

you don't like the flush that creeps across your cheeks; not at all. because he's right, and you absolutely hate that.

the receptionist calls for you both through the open door of the guidance office, shattering the trance you're trapped in, and you shove him away. "no," you snap, hoping your voice isn't shaky, and stride into the office.

the receptionist smiles politely and motions towards a familiar closed door across the room. "you can head on in."

mr. ryu is sitting behind his desk, just as he had been the last time you were here.

you clear your throat, shoving down the memory of what just occurred outside the office.

"hello again, y/n. hyunjae." he offers a friendly smile and adjusts his position in the chair. "how's the library work coming along?"

"just fine," you swallow. "we've made a lot of progress."

"good to hear. i was worried the two of you would fight so much you wouldn't get any work done." he chuckles. "are you getting along well?"

in the beat of silence before you can think up a proper answer, hyunjae interjects. "oh, for sure."

without thinking, you glance over at him, and back is that oh-so-familiar grin that often rests on his face. mr. ryu shifts his eyes somewhere for just a moment, and hyunjae takes the opportunity to send you a cheeky wink.

it takes everything in you to not leap out of the chair, but you settle for scowling at him instead.

shithead.

"well, i'm glad to hear it." mr. ryu speaks again. "i just wanted to check on how things were going, since it's been quiet lately. you're free to go now. thanks for coming in,"

as the two of you make your way outside, hyunjae reaches to open the door from behind you and brushes your arm in the process. you bite down on your cheek so hard you taste iron.

there's that scent again. it lingers around your head like a halo, invading your senses and almost making you dizzy.

where he went, that sweet fragrance always followed.

where is he, then?

ah. there he is.

you can hear his breathy gasps. you can see the beads of sweat dripping down his jaw.

flashes.

he's there, and then he's not.

you can feel hands ghosting across your bare skin; his mouth on your collarbones. his fingers on your neck.

oh, god.

they tighten around your throat, pressing against the skin just under below your jaw.

oh, god.

his name spills out of your mouth like a wellspring, pouring over the edge, more and more.

you want more.

hyunjae.

your eyes fly open.

your ceiling fan whirrs quietly, its breeze catching strands of your hair and making them flutter.

your pajamas are wet with sweat, and there's a throbbing between your legs that makes your cheeks burn.

despite trying to push the dream out of your mind, it sticks in your brain like a parasite. someone mentions doing their laundry, and it pops into your head. there's a cartoon drawing of a bed in your textbook, and there the dream is again.

you accidentally snap a pencil in half when one of your classmates starts asking everyone what they had dreams about the night before, and wonder if the world is personally out to get you.

in the class you share with hyunjae, you've never sat so stiffly facing forward as you do today. you refuse to look at him, even in your peripheral vision, because you know exactly what will happen as soon you catch a glimpse of his face.

why hyunjae, of all people?

lost in thought, you don't notice that you've stabbed your pen into your notebook so hard that the ink is bleeding through the page, or the fact that class has ended.

"you okay, there?" a familiar voice asks, and you jump in your chair. hyunjae raises an eyebrow, laughing a little bit at your skittish behavior.

just as you expected, the moment your eyes land on his face, all you can think about is the dream, and your face begins to burn.

you look away, fearing that if you look at him too long, he'll be able to see right into your thoughts.

"mhm," you cough and gather your things, furiously shoving them into your backpack.

"y/n–" he starts, but you're already fleeing out the door to safety.

by the time four o'clock rolls around, you're confident you've steeled yourself for being alone with him for two hours. and then he pulls off his hoodie (and as a result half his shirt with it) and the last several hours of preparation go down the drain.

he glances over and your head snaps in the opposite direction, studying the cover of a random book so intently, you're convinced you can see its threads splitting as time passes.

"you're acting weird," he comments. "why are you acting weird?"

"i'm not acting weird," you respond, bite in your voice.

"you're definitely acting weird,"

"i'm not."

"you definitely are."

"no, i'm not!"

"is it something i did?"

you whirl around, a scowl on your face. "not everything is about you."

this definitely is, though.

he raises an eyebrow, and you try your best to ignore him.

after a long while of silence, you withdraw into your own thoughts and relax a bit. absentmindedly, your gaze flutters up and catches on his hands, gripping the book cart.

you swallow, lips parting.

a book slips out of your hands, tumbling to the floor with a loud thunk, and you jump.

"have a headache. going home," you mumble, and rush out of the library without another word.

you don't dream about him that night.

you shove down the disappointment in your chest, trying to convince yourself that you absolutely do not want to dream about him again. but when your friends invite you out to go drinking with them, you decline so you can go to bed early.

when sleep finally overtakes you, your sleep is anything but dreamless. upon waking, that familiar sheen of sweat drips down your thighs, and you don't answer jiwon when she asks why you're stuffing your sheets in the washing machine so aggressively.

the evening following the second dream – which is somehow worse than the first – a dozen of you from your floor go to the dining hall together. jiwon and younghoon are cuddling on the opposite end of the table, seoyeon is fighting with chanhee about something, and hyunjae sits across from you, laughing with kevin.

you stab your fork into your food, eyes locked on his stupid, dumb, idiot face. how can he be so carefree and unaffected when you're losing your mind?

saerom, another girl on your floor, appears at the end of the table with a big smile and a tupperware full of cupcakes. "hey, guys! it's my birthday today, so i made some cupcakes! any takers?"

of course, being college students, there's a chorus of "me!"'s and she makes her rounds, making sure everyone gets a cupcake. when she arrives at your chair, you shake your head with a polite smile. your appetite is ruined by your inner turmoil, and you can barely finish your lunch.

hyunjae, tasting a stripe of frosting off of his cupcake, shakes his head. "y/n, just try one." he pesters, and then, when you glare at him, adds: "you're no fun."

something in you snaps.

you reach forward, taking hold of his wrist with your fingers and pulling his hand towards you. confusion knits his eyebrows together.

and then you lean forward, sucking a dollop of frosting off his fingers, and the confusion morphs into realization.

his mouth hangs open, and it registers that the entire table has gone silent.

"mm," you hum, wiping the corner of your lips with your thumb. "tastes good."

your mouth quirks up at the corner in triumph, having finally given hyunjae a taste of his own medicine.

he stares at you, dumbfounded, hand still frozen and extended.

he blinks. withdraws his arm. "come here." he says, with an odd tone of voice.

you don't move.

he presses his tongue against his inner cheek. "y/n, come here."

you lick your lips nervously, now slightly regretting having acted out. "no."

he makes a move to get out of his chair and you bolt. the table you're at is in the back of the large, windowed room, and you make a beeline for the closest exit.

catapulting out the door and into the balmy, night air outside, you slow down, thinking you're safe. until you hear the door slam open behind you, and catch sight of hyunjae right on your heels. when you try to make a run for it, his fingers reach out, grabbing a fistful of your hair and dragging you right back to him.

the involuntary noise that leaves your lips is unholy.

his eyebrows shoot up at the sound, and your face flushes beet red. while he's still caught off-guard, you kick his shin as hard as you can and sprint down the sidewalk.

when you reach your dorm, you slam the door behind you, even though you know it's unlikely he followed you. breathing hard and legs shaking a little from running so hard, you make your way to your bedroom.

you come to the conclusion that the only way to avoid any more humiliation involving lee hyunjae is to avoid him, and therefore make a promise to yourself to stay far, far away from him for as long as possible.

and that's exactly what you do. if you see even a hint of that familiar haircut or hear that characteristic laugh, you're dashing in the opposite direction. you move your seat across the room from him in every class and bolt as soon as class ends.

and then there's the issue of library duty. the first day, you get out of by helping hayoung's club with decorating their clubroom. the second, you insist you have a horrible migraine and that you need to go home. the third day, you're running out of reasons not to show up– until jacob.

on wednesday, jacob bae transfers into your linguistics class and sits right beside you, wearing a friendly smile.

"hi," he beams, holding out his hand. "i'm jacob."

"nice to meet you," you dip your head.

during a partnered activity, the two of you chatter and realize how much you have in common, like your disdain for pancakes, or how you prefer to eat your pizza folded in half.

"i actually know a really great pizza place like half-an-hour from campus," he starts excitedly. "do you want to go there after class?"

you calculate the math in your head; class ends at 3:15. if it takes 30 minutes to get there, and you'll likely spend at least an hour there, probably more, and then the ride back will take 30 minutes...

you'll miss library duty.

you grin. "sure!"

the next week goes by smoothly. jacob lives in the dorm building next to yours, so the two of you end up walking to class or meeting up between classes often.

anytime you see hyunjae and jacob isn't around, you run for it. if he is, you link your arm through his and urge him to walk faster, coming up with some excuse that you feel like walking at a quicker pace.

you're sure you've settled into a foolproof routine, until that next friday. 

do you consider yourself a good person? for the most part. unfortunately, you’re prone to making unwise decisions, and this is one of them.

you couldn’t do library duty, for god’s sake. close proximity to hyunjae for hours after your mortifying encounter the other night? you shudder at the thought. but then again, you needed those hours logged, and so the only solution you could think of that solved both issues was to forge them yourself. 

this is the reason you wait for the guidance office receptionist to head to lunch, and then you sneak into mr. ryu’s office, where the library duty attendance logs are kept.

you would need to be quick, otherwise you’d have a lot more than just library duty to worry about. 

you comb through mr. ryu’s desk drawers until you find one labelled with your name. just as you reach for it, a sudden voice makes you jump out of your skin.

“what are you doing?”

your head jerks up.

it’s hyunjae, and you honestly aren’t sure if that’s worse than it being a staff member. 

your brows furrow. “hyunjae, what the hell are you doing in here?” you hiss. 

“what are you doing in here?” he shoots back accusatorially, stepping further into the room.

you circle around the desk in an attempt to create more distance. “none of your business,” you snip.

“you’re trying to fake your library hours, aren’t you?” he sneers. “not happening. you’ll actually have to show up and face me.”

“just– leave me alone!”

“then leave the attendance records alone,”

you scowl at him, and he narrows his eyes right back.

the sound of the office door handle squeaking makes both of your heads whip around in panic.

“oh fuck, oh fuck–” you say, frantically looking around the room for somewhere to hide. 

at the last second, hyunjae drags you into a tiny closet on the far right side of the room, closing the door just as the office door opens. 

his hand covers your mouth, and you squirm in an attempt to get it off, but it only tightens his hold on you. 

someone you assume is mr. ryu crosses the room to the desk, shuffling around papers as if looking for something. a moment later, his identity is confirmed when he answers a phone call. 

“good afternoon!” he greets the person on the other end of the phone enthusiastically, and hyunjae takes advantage of the noise. 

he puts his lips adjacent to your ears and drops his hand from your mouth. “why are you avoiding me?” he whispers, and you almost shiver. 

you can feel his chest against your back, the tight space forcing contact, and his breath fanning over your neck. 

you don’t move an inch, nor do you answer him. 

“... sorry, you’re breaking up! say that again?” ryu’s voice filters through the closet door. 

“y/n,” he breathes against your neck. “why are you avoiding me?”

“i’m not,” you manage to choke out, and you hear a quiet scoff.

“bullshit. you’ve skipped library duty for a week, and you run every time you see me.”

“will you shut up?” you hiss lowly. 

“... no, i think it’s me!” there’s mr. ryu again, his voice almost a shout. “my office hasn’t been getting signal lately–!”

hyunjae’s arm wraps around the side of you, fingers taking a gentle hold of your jaw. “is it because you moaned when i touched you?”

your eyes widen.

ryu finally leaves the room, still shouting at his phone in an attempt to be heard, and shuts the door behind him. 

you shove hyunjae off of you, rocketing out of the closet like a rogue firework.

“stop it!” you grit your teeth, backing away. “that is not what happened!”

he steps closer, eyes squinting. “let’s take a stroll down memory lane, shall we? first, you bait me by licking frosting off my fingers–”

“shut up,”

“–and then, when you run away and i try and stop you–”

“hyunjae, i’m fucking warning you–”

“–you moan like you’re bent over my–”

you lurch forward, propelled by rage, and swing at him, except he catches your wrist before you can make contact. you try with your other arm, and he does the same thing, leaving both arms helpless and you at his mercy. 

you try to shrink back, but he refuses to give you any slack. 

“let me go,” you growl at him. 

his eyes narrow a little, and he forces you backward, still restraining your wrists, until your waist bumps against the front of ryu’s desk. 

“why? so you can hit me again and run away?” he jibes, leaning forward. “not gonna happen. you’re not getting away this time.” the last line is said in a low voice, and every nerve in your body lights on fire. 

“just admit it, y/n.”

“admit what?” you respond, trying to conjure any scraps of resistance left in you. 

“admit you want me.”

you tilt your chin up defiantly. “i don’t.”

“oh, yeah?” his eyebrows quirk. “we’ll see about that.”

and then, fuck, he’s kissing you. he lifts you up onto the mahogany desk, one hand holding his weight, the other pulling your waist into him. 

the kiss is furious, desperate, almost violent, as though if you don’t put your all into kissing him, the world will end right then and there. 

you groan softly, and he smirks into the kiss. 

“shut the fuck up,” you say breathily, the fabric of his sleeve bunching in your grip. 

he forces his knee between your legs, forcing them apart, and you respond with a sharp inhale. 

his tongue is in your mouth, and his hands are under your shirt, groping places that make you gasp, and it’s so, so good. 

“oh, god.” you whine, your breathing quick and labored. 

“not god,” hyunjae mumbles into your lips, like the little shit he is. “me,”

when hyunjae hauls you onto his lap in front of all your friends, eyebrows shoot up.

“you two..?” changmin asks, eyes shifting between you.

“you didn’t see that coming after that whole show in the dining hall?” seoyeon snickers.

“how did this—” jiwon motions between the two of you. “—even happen?”

hyunjae’s hand finds its way to your thigh, squeezing a little. “well, it started when y/n had a secret crush on me—”

you roll your eyes. “get fucked, hyunjae.”

“yeah, you did.” he grins, and you kick your heel against his leg as the group pipes up with a chorus of disgusted complaints.

he wasn’t wrong.