#I just wish I had… more people who talked to me regularly and weren’t the monkey’s paw curling with

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Love & Liabilities: Chapter 5 (Agatha Harkness x Reader)

Summary: While you prided yourself on your ability to always put your work above everything else, what happens when you find yourself haunted by a ghost from the past? (A ghost who brings baked goods, waters plants, and enjoys reminding you of what you’ve been missing)

Word Count: 4.4k

Warning: 18+ Minors Do Not Engage! Mommy Kink, degradation kink, light choking, dirty talk, blow job, strap-on sex

A/N: Lawyer!Agatha is back! Finally returning to this fic and planning on updating as regularly as my schedule will allow. If you'd like to be added to my tag-list, feel free to let me know! (if you changed your handle or aren't on here but were previously please lemme know and I'll add you back) Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy- would love to hear what you think!

Tag-List: @chiar4anna @harknessshi @neverfindmegone @ris-ris-mind @tr333sus @sabstance-blog

Previous Chapter

Present Day

If there was one thing you had learned from practicing law, it was that the world was filled with misconceptions. For many, misconceptions were nothing more than what the word suggests; small errors. However, as a prosecutor you found yourself unable to revel in that life of luxury. 

In your line of work, a misconception could result in something as trivial as having difficulty filling a jury due to anyone with a beating heart finding an excuse to be sent home. Or to the more extreme case of a criminal being able to walk with no consequences.

However, occasionally the opposite would occur, where the details of a case become so warped and misconstrued that someone innocent is found to be guilty. 

But, you weren’t supposed to worry if a defendant was innocent when your entire job revolved around proving why they were guilty. 

That’s what made the past few days so confusing. 

You had looked over the files Agatha accidentally left behind, and found they held more questions than answers. As crazy as it sounded, you couldn’t help but wonder if it was an accident, as any normal person would never compromise such sensitive details to their opponent. 

But then again, most people weren’t Agatha Harkness. 

To your knowledge, one set of the hospital records, Wanda Maximoff’s records, were previously sealed, and you didn’t want to imagine what the attorney had done to acquire them. 

You did wonder if perhaps this was some sort of trap that Agatha was hoping you’d fall into in order to incriminate you, because if there was one thing your former lover prided herself on it was always being ten steps ahead of her opponent before obliterating them in court. 

But that was surely just your paranoia talking.

A few days after Agatha’s impromptu break in you finally finished combing over every last possible piece of information you could gather from the hospital records. The two patients, one of them being Wanda Maximoff, had been involved in a car wreck. Wanda had been eight months pregnant at the time. 

The second patient, Victor Shade, died shortly after being rushed into emergency surgery.

You had scanned and searched the records for more information, perhaps on Wanda’s pregnancy, or even the severity of her injuries. But, and you were nearly certain this wasn’t a coincidence, the majority of the pages were missing.

It didn’t take you long to guess who most likely had a perfectly manicured hand in that.

Agatha Harkness was single-handedly the most pompous, deceitful, domineering individual you had ever encountered, but she was also the most intentional. Every movement she made was calculated, and you knew she had these papers for a reason.

You weren’t Agatha, nor would you wish that particular curse on your worst enemy, but you knew her better than anyone. Or at least you did, for a time. 

Closing your eyes as you rested at your desk, you briefly recollected how intimately acquainted you once were, before remembering how much had changed in the time since.

As you opened your eyes, they landed on the files and a small voice in the back of your head suggested you try calling Agatha. Just to give them back to her. 

You did already get all the useful information that was available, you reasoned. Knowing Agatha, she’d likely question why you had waited so long, but you already had an excuse for that.

You were fairly busy after all, and your paralegal was on vacation, so your normally clear desk now had a mountain-sized pile of papers that made your head spin if you stared at it for too long. If Agatha complained you’d just lie and say they had gotten lost until you sorted through everything.

Besides, you thought bitterly, Agatha lied to you plenty, about things of far greater importance than this. 

Checking the time on your phone, you wondered if nine pm on a Friday night was too late for a phone call, but Agatha had always been nocturnal, often working until the early hours of the morning. You used to find her passed out, slumped over her desk in the home office of the apartment you shared, and you’d drag her back to bed.

Your cheeks grew hot at the reminder of how you’d convinced her to follow you.

Clearing those thoughts from your mind you scrolled through your contact list until you landed on her name. There were a handful of times over the years where you considered deleting it, or blocking her number. But there was this unyielding force within you, prohibiting you from ever following through with it.

Knowing Agatha you wouldn’t be surprised if she somehow cursed you.

Your stomach did sickening flip flops as your index finger trembled, hovering over her name. This is ridiculous, you reasoned, finally pressing down, turning on the speaker setting as you set your phone on the edge of your desk. 

Unfortunately, instead of a familiar ringing noise, you were alarmed to hear an automated message, telling you that the number had been disconnected, before the line went dead.

She changed her number?

Your heart sank as you stared at the bright glow of your phone screen, the contact seeming to mock you. Letting out an agitated sigh, you snatched the device, holding it in your palm. Your hands were unsteady, and you hesitated for a moment, eyes locked on her name. The purple heart that accompanied it had been your idea, her signature color. It felt fitting at the time.

Without another thought, you swiped your finger to the right, permanently deleting the contact before shutting your phone off and tossing it in your bag, leaving your office without another thought. 

She changed her number.

You’d like to say you spent your weekend with your work laptop and phone shut off, enjoying your two days away from the office. But that would be a bold faced lie. You wouldn’t call yourself a workaholic, on the contrary your hours weren’t nearly as intense as when you were still in corporate law. 

Billable hours were a gift from the devil herself, truly.

You weren’t a workaholic, but you were a perfectionist. It was a matter of pride to be detail oriented, to be willing to go the extra mile and find the smallest flaw in a case. It’s what drew you over to the litigation side of things to begin with. Contracts, as thrilling as they could be, didn’t provide the rush of adrenaline being in court granted you.

It was ironic, you swore up and down this side of law could never interest you, but now you couldn’t imagine practicing anything else.

Well, you could, at times, as brief flashes of conversations with the one person you’d felt safe enough to share them with replayed in your brain. But that was a dream you’d given up on a long time ago, among other things.

As it turned out, time could change a lot.

When Monday morning came rolling around, you repeatedly hit snooze on your alarm, not quite feeling rested from your weekend. You took your time for once, even making yourself breakfast. With your paralegal still on vacation you realized how dependent you had become on her for the smallest of things, meals included. 

You should really talk about getting her a raise.

Despite your leisurely start to your morning, you were still out the door before most of the city was awake. You loved the chaos of Manhattan, the crowds of people and thralls of traffic were a warm contrast to the environment you had grown up in. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy a morning commute that took under a half hour, as your Lyft zoomed through the relatively light traffic for a Monday morning. 

Since you worked all weekend your email inbox was manageable, and you marked a few messages to reply to later that morning. You were thankful for the lighter workload, as it allowed you to solely concentrate on your case. 

The ticking time bomb of the one month continuance wasn’t something you wanted to worry about just yet. 

Strolling into your building, you were unsurprised to find you were the first person to arrive for the morning. Walking past some of the potted plants near your office door, you frowned, stopping in front of them and examining tiny droplets of water on the leaves.

Did someone water them recently?

Maybe one of the janitorial staff did it, you concluded, shaking the thought from your mind as you fumbled around for your keys. Pulling them out from your pocket, you went to unlock the door, but were alarmed to find the door was already unlocked.

You didn’t have to open the door fully to know she was there, but you did anyway. 

Swinging the door open, you found Agatha already in your office. Only this time she was sitting at your desk, her feet perched up on the edge, her shiny black loafers reflected by the light. She was engrossed in reading something, her thick black rimmed glasses hanging low on her nose. 

“What the fuck are you doing here,” you hissed, slamming the door shut behind you. 

Agatha didn’t look up from whatever she was reading, but you watched her lip curl upwards, forming a cruel smirk. “Good morning to you too, dear. Muffin?”

It was then you noticed the box of baked goods on the edge of your desk. The sweet aroma of pumpkin and chocolate wafted through the room, they were always your favorite. 

No. You knew what she was doing. 

“I already ate, thanks,” you coolly replied, dropping your work bag near the door, before locking it. “You can’t keep breaking into my office. Do you have any idea what my colleagues would say if they saw you coming and going?”

Agatha hummed, dramatically flipping the page, and you felt a wave of anger rush through you. 

“That sounds more like your problem than mine,” Agatha unhelpfully pointed out, finally setting her papers down to look up at you, and removing her glasses. “Although to be fair, it’s almost insulting how easy it is to get in here. You should really talk to someone about investing in more advanced security measures.”

“What are you doing here?” You questioned, folding your arms across your chest. 

“Are you not happy to see me?” Agatha asked, fake pouting as she put her arms behind her head, the bottom of her dress shirt riding up, exposing her toned stomach. 

Agatha gave you a sly grin, and you quickly averted your eyes. She was unbelievable, really. 

You don’t know what you ever saw in her.

Clearing your throat, you took a deep breath. 

“What are you doing here, Agatha?”

“I was just in the neighborhood,” Agatha explained, kicking her feet off your desk, standing up. She pulled what she was reading up from a stack of papers, waving it in front of you. “You had something of mine.”

The file she had left behind. 

You fell quiet, and Agatha took the opportunity to approach you, tilting her head to the side. 

“What a naughty girl, keeping something that doesn’t belong to you.”

Ignoring the embarrassing rush of heat that threatened to pool between your thighs, you glowered at her. 

“Save it, Agatha. You left those here and I had no way of getting in touch with you,” you spat out, quickly losing whatever patience you had attempted to hold onto. “Who the hell changes their number nowadays?”

You froze, and Agatha’s eyes widened for a brief moment, before taking a step closer to you, stroking her chin with her thumb. 

“I should feel flattered you saved my number all these years later,” Agatha teased, voice dripping with sarcasm.

You tensed at her change of tone, her words having too strong of an impact on you. 

“Is everything a joke to you?” 

Agatha paused, thinking over your words, a calculated grin forming as her blue eyes gleamed. “No, actually. The spousal support I owe my ex wife, for example? Not funny at all, although I’m sure she gets quite the kick out of it.”

You found it rather unsurprising that Agatha managed to marry someone even more deranged than she was, but the difference being you actually liked the ex wife more than the attorney in question.

You’d probably have gone mad as well if you had ended up marrying her.

“You have your papers, get the hell out of my office,” you ordered, not in the mood to continue arguing with her.

Frowning, Agatha set the file on your desk, coming closer to you as she brushed a few strands of hair behind your ear before leaning in, breath hot against your skin.

“Do you really want me to leave? If I recall, you used to enjoy our little games.”

Closing your eyes, you tried to ignore the pleasurable sensation of her voice echoing in your ear, as you rubbed your thighs together, wishing she didn’t cause this strong of a reaction anytime she spoke to you. 

“I want nothing to do with you,” you reminded her, stifling a gasp as the attorney blew in your ear.

“Are you sure?” Agatha mocked, her fingers playfully tugging on your blazer. “You’re so stressed, not that I blame you. Imminent doom tends to leave one feeling tightly wound.”

“I hate you,” you breathed out, but your words held no weight as you didn’t move away from her touch.

“Yes, good,” Agatha cooed, pushing you backwards until your back hit the desk, towering over you. “More of that.”

This needed to stop, you knew it needed to stop. Each time you let her back in it did more harm than good. She was parasitic, infecting you with the need to be consumed by her and her alone.

“Agatha,” you protested, shifting your weight around, unintentional brushing against her pelvis, and your eyes widened, shooting her an incredulous look. “You didn’t.”

Agatha feigned innocence, pressing her hips flush against yours, and you moaned at the direct contact, feeling the strap she was packing under her pants. “I didn't do what, dear?”

Your body betrayed you as you craved more friction, and Agatha leered, situating her hands on your hips to help you grind against her. Each roll of your hips made you lose whatever sense of self control you were barely grasping onto. The reminders of why this was dangerous territory slipping away as Agatha’s grip on your hip tightened.

The attorney raised one of her hands to roughly grasp your chin, forcing you to look up at her.

Gasping, you closed your eyes, not wanting to look at her. “You seriously put that thing on to come over here?”

“Bold of you to assume I wore this for you,” Agatha murmured in your ear and your eyes shot open, glowering at her.

Your taste in women was truly questionable.

“I hate you,” you said, choking back a whine as Agatha’s lips latched onto your neck, nipping and sucking on your exposed skin.

“I know you do,” Agatha said mockingly, the hand she had on your hip, moving to the front of your dress slacks, skillfully unbuttoning them. “That’s why I can smell you, isn’t it?”

“You’re insufferable,” you groaned, wriggling out of your pants as they fell around your knees, letting out a pathetic whine as Agatha ran two fingers over your underwear. 

“Soaking through your panties like a whore,” Agatha growled, moving the thin fabric aside to touch your aching cunt, feeling how soaked you were. “Is all of this for me?”

“Fuck,” you moaned, head falling back as you gave in to her once more. “Agatha, please.”

Agatha moved her fingers through your slick, finding your clit with ease as she rubbed, kissing the sensitive spot under your jaw. “Please what?”

Bucking your hips up you tried to indicate what you needed, and Agatha seemed to take the hint, teasing your entrance and you let out a guttural moan, trying to fuck yourself on her fingers. 

Letting out a disapproving hum, Agatha removed her fingers, smirking when you cried out in disappointment. She raised her hand, her fingers dripping as they circled your mouth as you parted your lips.

“Suck,” Agatha whispered, forcing you to take her fingers in your mouth. “Show mommy that you deserve her cock.” 

Your cunt clenched at that, the ache becoming more unbearable every second you were left empty. Greedily taking her fingers you sucked them clean, whining at the taste of yourself on your tongue. Agatha let out a low groan as she forced them deeper down your throat, fucking your mouth.

“Such a good slut,” Agatha praised pulling her fingers out, lightly slapping your cheek. “So obedient when your mouth is full. You just want something to suck on, don’t you honey?”

Breathless, you barely recognized the sound of the whimper that escaped your lips. Agatha released you from her grasp, moving to settle into your high-backed leather office chair, index finger curling in a come hither motion, beckoning you to join her. 

“On your knees,” Agatha ordered, removing her slacks to reveal her strap-on.

The dark purple cock was thick, and bigger than what you had grown accustomed to taking in the past few years, and you felt your cunt clench at the thought of having it inside you, stretching you out. Mouth watering you dropped to your knees, and Agatha leaned back in the chair, wrapping her hands around your hair to position where she wanted to.

“Desperate fucking whore,” Agatha degraded you, each word making you drip more than the last. “Make mommy come and I’ll consider fucking that greedy pussy.”

Wasting no time you eagerly leaned forward, tongue swiping out to lick at the head of the toy. Patience had never been the attorney’s strong suit, and she tugged on your hair, forcing you to take more of the cock down your throat. 

“Fuck, good girl,” Agatha moaned, eyes locked on your own as she watched you struggle to take so much at once. “So pretty for mommy when you struggle.”

Her words served as encouragement for you to put on a show, forcing yourself to take her to the hilt. Choking around the strap you felt tears begin to swell in your eyes as you breathed through your nose, and Agatha groaned louder than before. 

“That’s it baby. Swallow me,” Agatha hissed, fucking your face as her hips thrusted harder than before, getting off on using you as her own personal sex toy.

Swearing, Agatha’s hips stilled, face contorted in pleasure as she came, eyes rolling to the back of her head, fingers intertwined in your hair as she tugged on the strands to the point where you let out a muffled moan. Panting, the older woman released her grip on your hair, signaling you were allowed to remove your mouth.

Her strap was covered in your saliva as you caught your breath, but Agatha didn’t allow you much time to recover, a feral look in her eyes as she rose from her chair, yanking you up by the hair to face her. The attorney’s blue eyes were clouded with lust as she impatiently spun you around, bending you over your desk.

The humiliation of being exposed this way was too much, and came to the conclusion you could get off like this alone. You didn’t have to look at Agatha to know she was smirking, pulling on your hair again to make you arch your back. 

“Tell me you missed this,” Agatha murmured into your ear, hands groping every inch of your body she could reach. “Tell me, and I’ll give you what you want.”

You were almost too far gone to fully think about the implication of what she was saying, but not enough to give in so easily. 

“You wish,” you threw out, moaning louder at Agatha’s responding slap against your ass. 

“Tell me,” Agatha growled, spanking you again, harder than before, cackling at the way your body reacted to it. “So fucking pathetic, no one else can fuck you like this, can they? ”

You remained silent, trying to restrain yourself from climaxing before you felt her inside you again. Agatha spanked you a third time, the slapping sound echoing throughout your office.

“I’ll give you one more chance,” Agatha threatened, and you could tell she was just as far gone as you. “Tell me you missed this.”

“I…I missed this,” you breathed out, the unsaid words hanging heavy in the room, as both you and Agatha knew what you really meant. What she was really asking.

You missed her. 

Agatha rubbed the tip of the strap up and down your cunt, and you whined. She had been torturing you with the teasing, all you wanted was for her to be inside you.

“Mommy, please,” you said, nearly crying.

Without warning Agatha pushed inside your entrance in one thrust, making you take her to the hilt. You nearly screamed, her strap almost painfully deep and your walls fluttered around it. You were so full, the only thought on your mind was how you wanted her to stay inside you forever.

Giving you a moment to adjust to her size, Agatha tugged on your hair again, kissing your neck as her hips rested flush against yours. After a few moments she began to move, thrusting slow but deep, staying buried in your cunt.

“That’s it baby, squeeze my cock,” Agatha moaned, making you feel every inch of her. “Good fucking girl.”

“Mommy,” you whimpered, listening to the obscene sound of your hips thrusting against each other, the noise filling the office. 

“No one else knows what a slut you are, do they?” Agatha mocked, increasing her pace as she fucked you even harder. “You’re just mommy’s little cocksleeve.”

“Fuck yes,” you moaned, feeling a familiar tightening as your cunt pulsed around the attorney’s cock. 

“Say it,” Agatha grunted out, moving at an erratic pace. “Say you’re mommy’s cocksleeve.”

“I’m mommy’s cocksleeve,” you said obediently, relishing in the deep groan that left Agatha’s lips, the sound causing you to clench.

You were so close, you could feel it.

Agatha could tell you were nearing your peak, as she wrapped an arm around your waist, lithe fingers finding your clit and rubbing in time with her unwavering thrusts. Every second teetering you closer to falling off the edge of pleasure. 

“Do you want something?” Agatha teased, as you were left breathless after a particularly hard thrust.

“Please,” you begged, not caring how desperate you sounded. “Please I need to…”

“You need what, slut?” Agatha jeered, removing her fingers from your clit, bringing her hand to wrap around your throat, squeezing lightly. “What do you want?”

“Mommy, please,” you pleaded, gasping as the attorney choked you, the delicious burn nearly causing you to finish.

“Come for mommy, baby,” Agatha said, voice hoarse as she kept her hand wrapped around your throat. “Soak my cock.”

You felt yourself let go, body rippling in pleasure as you came, sporadically moving your hips to meet Agatha’s thrusts as she helped you through your orgasm. The attorney grunted before her hips stilled against yours with one final deep stroke, staying inside you as you came down from your high.

Removing her hand from your throat, Agatha stroked your cheek, a stark contrast to how roughly she just fucked you. You let out a deep sigh, collapsing against your desk. It was unclear how long she stayed inside you before she pulled out, chuckling at your little whimpers from being left empty.

“I never understood why you enjoyed running so much,” Agatha said suddenly, body still pressed against yours as she left kisses on every inch of bare skin she could find. “I’ve always found this to be a much more…pleasurable form of cardio.”

You laughed, the sound echoing throughout the room as you felt your heart rate begin to go back to normal. “Funny, Agatha. Very funny.”

Peeling herself off of you, the attorney gently turned you around before settling back in your chair, allowing you to rest on her lap. 

“That was…” Agatha trailed off, brushing your damp hair out of your face. 

“Yeah,” you said quietly. Agatha didn’t have to finish her thoughts, you knew what she was implying.

You wish this could be easier, this gravitational pull you had towards one another; that things weren’t so majorly twisted between the two of you that you could invite Agatha to dinner and try again. Or to even just have a conversation that didn’t start with an argument and end with both of you naked. 

But that wasn’t the reality of the situation, which finally came back to you as you finally caught your breath. 

This couldn’t keep happening.

“I have a lot of work to catch up on,” you said suddenly, clearing your throat as you got off the attorney’s lap. “Um, thanks for…”

“For the muffins?” Agatha jested, avoiding your eyes as she stood up, helping you find your clothes. “Your sweet tooth is hard to forget.”

You smiled for a moment, a bittersweet feeling overtaking you as you let her words hit you. 

“Yeah, for the muffins.”

Agatha finished redressing, her brown hair splayed messily over her shoulders as she unsuccessfully attempted to tame it. You grabbed a spare hair tie from a drawer in your desk, and held it up to her. Agatha nodded, turning around, allowing you to gather her hair and pull it back. You swore you heard her sigh as your fingers combed through the tousled locks, but you quickly secured it, taking a step back.

The attorney turned back around, an uncertain expression on her face, eyebrows furrowed, her frown line becoming more prominent as she stared at you, deep blue eyes boring into your own. 

“You read the hospital records,” Agatha stated, in a tone so certain you questioned why she chose to say it at all.

“Of course not,” you lied, but Agatha’s piercing gaze saw right through you as she arched an eyebrow. “Okay, fine. Yes, I did.”

“And?” Agatha prompted, looking expectantly at you.

“And what?” You questioned, motioning to where the file lay abandoned on the opposite side of your desk. “The majority of the pages are missing. There’s nothing useful there.”

Agatha’s eyes shifted, looking to the ground for just a second, and when she looked back up her signature smirk had returned. “Of course, right as always, dear. I’ll see you in court.”

She snatched the file in her hands before leaving your office, slamming the door shut, leaving you alone, and wondering what the hell just happened. A sinking feeling in your gut was suggesting this case was far more complicated than you had been led to believe.

[perfectlyoongi]

ROOMMATE!YOONGI who covers you every night when you fall asleep in front of the television. whether winter or summer, Yoongi always made a point of accommodating you on your small sofa. with a white blanket in the summer and a blue blanket in the winter, Yoongi covered you carefully, letting the smooth fabric begin to warm you before he considered whether or not press a kiss to your forehead. yes, you were sleeping, you wouldn’t notice. no, you could wake up, you would mock him. just a sigh and a turn away with a pink tint on his cheeks — tomorrow he would give you that kiss, yes. “one of these day you get sick and i don’t want to take care of you. i’m just saving myself work in the future. it’s just that, that’s all.”

ROOMMATE!YOONGI who would buy groceries with you just to know what you would like so he could buy it for you when you needed it most. as he pushed the cart, seeing your body walking excitedly in front of him, Yoongi always made a mental note of all the brands you touched and talked about, paying special attention to the ones where you just looked and smiled. one day, he would offer you what you like most. but you can’t know that’s the reason he always goes shopping with you. “these cookies were on sale and i know you like them, so i decided to buy them. if you want, i can go back and buy that juice you really like. it’s not a hassle at all.”

ROOMMATE!YOONGI who makes a night of ice cream and wine when life is getting more complicated for you. lit only by the lamps in your living room, sharing a large bucket of your favorite ice cream, Yoongi sat next to you and listened to your outbursts. about work or family, friends or the world in general, Yoongi would let you talk for hours if necessary, just talking to offer you more wine or agree with people’s stupidity, always ending up giving you one or two pieces of advice and a story that would make you laugh. on the most complicated nights, Yoongi would be by your side, sharing a blanket, an ice cream, and a moment that would be eternal. “tell me all your worries and let me carry them in my heart for one night. let me relieve you of the weight of reality just for one night. let me help you.”

ROOMMATE!YOONGI who only lets you sit on his bed. Yoongi’s room was sacred, just like your room was sacred. but, as with all sacred temples, short visits had to be made regularly to maintain the fantasy charm. so, whenever you invaded Yoongi’s room to show him a video or share gossip about the neighbors, he would let you sit on his bed, secretly wishing some of your scent would get lost on its clothes. but only you could do that. it didn’t matter if it was a friend or family, Yoongi only let you sit on his bed, because it was only your smell that calmed Yoongi on the most turbulent nights. “sit on the bed, it’s more comfortable. but don't hug my pillow again. last time you left it disfigured and i couldn’t sleep. be more careful with my bed, thank you.”

ROOMMATE!YOONGI who leaves you little sticky notes on the bathroom mirror when he thinks you need it the most. words of encouragement or simply some reminders, several colorful squares were left on the bathroom mirror for you to find early in the morning. Yoongi wanted to remind you that you weren’t alone, ever. Yoongi was just a sticky note away. “i know how cruel the world can be, but don’t forget that if there is light and hope in this world, it is because you are in it. never forget your worth.”

ROOMMATE!YOONGI who leaves coffee or tea made for you in the morning before leaving the house. Yoongi was always the first to wake up, and when the house was still plunged into a deep silence, Yoongi prepared your favorite hot drink at the exact moment before he left and before you woke up. ever since Yoongi started doing you that little favor, he had never failed. every morning you were treated to your not-too-hot drink and the smell of Yoongi’s perfume still in the kitchen. “i’m glad you liked the drink. i just want to do something for you to start your day off right and show you that there’s still beauty in this world.”

ROOMMATE!YOONGI who didn’t know how to confess, he only knew that it couldn’t pass that night. the feeling consumed Yoongi from the inside, devouring his soul, destroying his entire essence. Yoongi felt trapped by that feeling. Yoongi had to free himself from that weight that squeezed his heart as quickly as possible. so, that night, Yoongi helped you tidy up the kitchen and, before you even put down the cloth, he took a deep breath and, asking for help from all the angels and saints and courage from all the gods and entities, Yoongi simply spoke. “i think i like you. well, actually i don’t think, i’m sure. but i don’t want to scare you or push you away with the truth of my feelings. just… just know that i like you, a lot.”

[drytacomeat]

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part one here

The guilt was eating you up.

Not in a “I watched my two closest friends fuck on live and invaded their privacy” way but in a “I want to watch all of their other content even though I know it’s wrong” kind of way.

After about a week and a half, Eddie and Steve figured you weren’t sick or even busy. They knew something was up with you, but they could not figure out what.

Both of the boy’s cared for you deeply, and your presence was greatly missed. Eddie found himself just moping in bed, aimlessly plucking at his guitar strings while Steve had baked the entire kitchen full.

Their streaming schedule even became thrown off, only down to one stream per week instead of their regular three.

They were grieving their friendship with you because they just did not know what they could have done to make you suddenly so distant.

Steve proposed that you might be seeing someone new and didn’t want them in your business.

Though he proposed the possibility, it made his heart hurt to think about.

Eddie decided it was possible and fair, but he couldn’t help but wish it weren’t true.

You were one of the only people who understood and accepted him no matter what. He didn’t want to lose you. He cursed himself for never speaking up about his feelings.

Hell, if Steve didn’t make a move, he wouldn’t have ever told him how he felt.

Frankly, the boy felt like a coward, and he felt like he was getting the short end of the stick in all of this.

Of course he knew how much Steve liked you as well, but he was better with rejection and acceptance.

So here were Eddie and Steve laying in bed after filming a scene. Though Eddie tended to be the more dominant one, Steve was always more than happy to give him extra aftercare.

He needed it more, especially now. Steve stroked his hair as he sighed loudly.

“Eddie…” Steve began.

“There’s just no way, right? I mean…I thought she liked you at least,” he started.

“Eddie.”

“You’re the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen, Steve. She, fuck, I can see it in her eyes she wants to fuck you,” he huffed.

“You’re handsome too, Eddie. I always figured she had a crush on you, y’know. Felt out of place until…I didn’t,” he smiled then frowned.

“We gotta do something. We gotta go talk to her, Steve!” he perked up.

“Is that not what we’ve been trying to do all week?”

“Yeah, but we left when she asked us to last time,” he said as he bit his lip in thought, “How about we give her one more week to come to her senses. If she doesn’t, we will not leave her doorstep until we get some fucking answers.”

Steve couldn’t help but smile at the ridiculous plan, though he knew it might very well work.

“Hey, don’t give me that fucking look. I miss her. I miss my y/n.”

•••

Sure enough, you avoided them for the entirety of the week they gave you.

Time had passed by dreadfully slow for all of you, but Eddie now had a plan. He planned to execute it too now that he’s found out from Robin that you had been going in to work regularly for the past two weeks. So you were, in fact, not sick. All that was left to do now was convince Steve to follow through.

“So let me get this straight,” Steve started, “We are to go to her home, bang on her door, and “demand” she let us in?”

Eddie, who was biting nails as he faced away from Steve, turned around dramatically.

“Yes!”

“What if she just doesn’t, though?”

“Well, I figure you’re sporty right?“ he shrugged. “Big strong muscles and all that.”

“So if she doesn’t let us in, you want me to force my way in?”

“Exactly!”

“Eddie.”

“Look, it’s going to work. It has to,” he sighed.

“But this feels kinda wrong,” Steve reasoned.

“Does it?” he dragged out as he squinted.

“Yes.” Steve responded sternly.

He just yanked his jacket from the couch and pulled Steve along.

“Let’s go!”

•••

Three knocks were heard at your door. It was seven at night, but it was still pretty bright out. You figured it could have been the same kid who asks you to buy girl scout cookies every single day at sunset.

You flung open the door.

“Look Abby, I can’t afford to keep buy-,” you cut yourself off. “Oh.”

Eddie and Steve stood on your doorstep looking more nervous than you had ever seen them before.

“Uhm guys, I’m sick,” you said before fake coughing, hoping they’d still believe it.

“Cut the bullshit, Y/n. Robin told us you’ve been going to work every day this week, and you took no days off last week either,” Steve spoke. “You’re ignoring us.”

“No, no! It’s just-“

“Just be honest with us! Are you seeing someone!” Eddie blurted.

“Uhm? What! No! Why?” you replied as you unconsciously opened your door more.

“Well, you’ve been ignoring us for weeks!” he continued urgently.

You sighed and opened the door more.

“Come in.”

Steve and Eddie scrambled in awkwardly. They both stood with their hands awkwardly in their pockets, shoulders touching.

You stood with your mouth folded inward, awkward as well.

Steve decided to speak up.

“Why’ve you been ignoring us, Y/n?” Steve started, “I mean, if you aren’t seeing anyone, I see no valid reason for essentially ghosting us.”

Your mouth gaped. You were at a loss for words.

“Are you…did we do something wrong? You can tell us, or you can at least tell me,” Eddie sympathized as he stepped closer to you.

“Eddie, it’s not-“

“Was it me then?” Steve spoke up, insecurity plaguing his tone.

“Steve, no,” you said as you looked towards Steve with pleading eyes.

“Then what is it!” Eddie found his voice escalating.

“Please, Y/n. Please just say some-“

“I saw your livestream!” you blurted due to the heat of the burning questions.

Both of the boy’s faces fell, color draining from them. Eddie backed towards Steve before looking at him in panic, then back to you.

“Uhm, how long-which one did you, uhm, see?” Eddie asked nervously, not able to meet your eyes.

“Look, I’ve only seen one. It was like a week ago, sometime early in the week. I don’t know,” you sighed.

Their eyes widened more as they fully turned to look at each other now.

“Look, I don’t judge you guys or anything,” you rushed, “I just saw it, and I felt like I just invaded your privacy. I’m sorry, and I completely support your relationship, whatever that may be.”

Steve’s brows raised, and Eddie stood there silent and frozen.

You had no chance to read anything from their expressions, but your chest was clenching. You were lying through your teeth because this hurt like hell. You had been confirmed that they were seeing each other in some sort of way, and despite the little piece of you that wanted to believe they were longing for you, you just figured it was time to be rational with yourself.

Eddie scanned Steve’s eyes for any discomfort because though he loved you so much, he also loved Steve. He knew Steve deserved to have his feelings considered in this situation as well.

Steve gave a small nod towards Eddie causing Eddie to sigh. Eddie turned back towards you, stepping closer and grabbing your hand loosely.

“Did you like it?” Eddie asked just above a mumble.

You were taken aback. You rapidly blinked as you tried to think of an answer. Steve shot a small half-smile in your direction.

“I mean, I guess? Is that okay?” you spoke.

The room was stark silent again, and you began to fidget.

“Yes, that’s okay!” Eddie accidentally shouted. “That’s so okay.”

“Perfect even,” Steve chimed in and you let out the breath you had not known you had been holding.

“So how long have you guys been…”

“Well, me and Steve have been “involved” since about his senior year of highschool,” Eddie began as he went to sit on your couch, Steve following suit.

“What?” you questioned, genuinely shocked.

“Yeah, I mean it was just that I bought weed from him at school, then it progressed from me buying weed to smoking with him, then I would hang out at his house, so on and so forth. We became friends yada yada. I realized I liked him, so I went for it. It was already rumored he was a queer,” Steve explained. You just nodded along because this was something Eddie kept from you for a long time. Longer than you thought.

“Yeah, I turned him gay,” Eddie smiled.

“So you both are gay?” you asked in shock because Eddie had never told you this, and now you felt delusional for thinking either of them had feelings towards you. You unconsciously bit your lip and looked away as tears welled in your eyes. How could you have been so stupid and oblivious.

“Well, no,” Eddie spoke up, “We aren’t completely gay.”

“Oh,” you murmured trying to sound as normal as you could.

“Yeah,” Steve said and looked to Eddie who gave him a small smile before turning back in your direction, “We’re not completely gay. I’m bisexual I think it’s called and Eddie is…well he’s just Eddie. See that’s where you come in, babe.”

Steve smiled nervously at you, and Eddie was now fiddling with his hair (something he only did when he was really nervous.)

You slowly turned your head back in the boy’s direction as Steve continued.

“So I know I’m not completely gay because I’ve liked girls, and I actually like one right now. Eddie also is not gay because…well he’s in love with you.”

Your brows raised as every stage of grief went through you, visibly. Eddie was at the edge of the couch, legs bouncing nervously while Steve sat with a face of utter confidence.

“I-but-you-dating?” you stumbled out pointing back and forth towards the two of them.

“Yeah we kinda are, but if I’m being honest, Eddie has probably loved you way before he started liking me,” Steve chuckled.

“What? For how long, Eddie?” you said as your brows furrowed. Eddie who usually had a big mouth was now sat silent.

“I’d probably say since you both were like little babies from the way he talks abo-,” Steve looked at Eddie who now stared at him with wide eyes, “Uhm, I’ll let him talk now.”

“Eddie?” you spoke softly, “I…is this true?”

“I-yes. Yes it’s true. I’ve loved you since, fuck, since I met you. You remember those little fuckers were hassling you because they thought you ate their little fruit snacks, but then I told them I did it,” he cracked a smile.

“Yeah and shared them with me when we got put in time out. I remember,” you smiled as you looking into his eyes, subconsciously scooting closer to the both of them.

“I love you, Y/n. I really do.”

You smiled at him until you remembered Steve was sitting right beside him and that you had very strong feelings for him as well.

“But what about you two? You can’t love me and be dating someone else, Ed. Right?” you asked as you looked towards Steve.

“Right, about that, look Steve has always known I’ve loved you. It’s just that over time as we hung out, we began to like each other on a more intimate level. Honestly, he asked me out, and I would have never even tried to ask him out. That’s how it was with you. If it weren’t for Steve, I would be passing up two of the greatest things to ever happen in my life. I told Steve that I loved you, and that I could see myself loving him,” he explained.

“Yes and I was okay with that. From the beginning, I always knew. I’ve always noticed you to be honest, Y/n. You stood out to me as well as Eddie. I wanted to get to know you too,” Steve smiled.

You felt so overwhelmed with emotions. This was so much to take in and so suddenly. You’d loved Eddie for the majority of your life, and you were beginning to love Steve. You felt your chances with either one of them was already just too good to be true, but now you had both of them confessing to you.

“Oh I…Eddie I love you too,” you smiled, “and Steve, I like you so much. The way I felt about you both is so strong it’s actually physically aggravating. I knew you two were involved even before I found your streams, and I just backed off. Figured it would be easier to deal with. It’s selfish, but I couldn’t imagine being without the either of you,” you chuckled.

“Not selfish at all, honey,” Steve reassured, “Honestly, I think Eddie here should’ve spoken up a long time ago. Pussy.”

“Shut the fuck up!” he retaliated and shoved Steve.

“Okay before you start bickering like children, I do a have question,” you interrupted.

“What’s that, pretty?” Eddie smiled.

“The streaming thing…how long have you been doing that?” you asked genuinely curious. You’d noticed when Eddie started to buy more expensive things, but you doubt that’s when things started up for them.

“Well honestly…right after graduation. I mean I was 20 and fresh out of highschool. Not too many options for me out there in the world, so I started steaming. Steve’s parents kind of threw him out a few months after that and was couch hopping really, but after a while I told him what I did for money. That’s when he joined, and our audience grew, as well as our bank accounts. Now we have a home that we both can feel safe in. And we get to have hot, hot sex to pay the bills,” he smirked. Steve shoved him.

“So, what are you thinking?” Steve asked.

You shook your head in silence, “Why didn’t you tell me this earlier, you idiots?”

Eddie couldn’t help but crack a large smile and shook his head.

“I don’t know because we’re stupid maybe. I do know that I really want to fucking kiss you right now, though.”

“Oh! Okay. Yeah, yes!” you rambled.

Eddie smiled towards you bringing his hands up to cup your face in his hands. Your gaze fell down to him lips before you leaned in. His lips were eager against yours, kiss sloppy and passionate at the same time.

You brought your fingers up to his hair, tugging loosely eliciting a moan from him. You remembered their stream and how big of a slut Eddie seemed for it.

You pulled away quite suddenly, wanting to admire the boy’s flushed face. His lips were slightly red and wet, still puckering.

You guided his face to the side so that you could see Steve’s expression from his spot on the couch.

“C’mere, pretty boy,” you commanded softly. The boy scooted closer to the two of you and you cupped his chin lightly before grazing your thumb over his bottom lip.

You slowly leaned into him. The kiss you two shared was slow and soft, more organized.

“Wanted to kiss you since I met you,” Steve admitted.

“I always want to kiss you, Y/n. Fuck it’s so stupid now to think, but we used to do these little things in our streams in hopes that you would see them and- fuck it’s so stupid. You’ve always been right here, and I’ve always just been a coward,” Eddie said shamefully.

You quickly swooped in to now cup his face, “Eddie, if anyone was the coward, it was me. I had two boys in front of me that I felt absolutely crazy about, and I did nothing about it because of my own insecurities. You’re brave, Ed. Both of you are. You share your most intimate moments to hundreds and thousands of people every week. That’s hot and really fucking brave.”

Eddie nodded with a smile on his face.

“I want to fuck you, and I want you to fuck Steve. I…it’s all I find myself thinking about,” he admitted. You smiled towards him as you pet his hair.

“You alright with that, Steve?” you asked out of concern. You wanted to make sure Steve was on board with everything as well. Poor boy didn’t deserve to ever feel left out.

“Fuck, yes! Have you seen our streams? Pretty sure I beg for it more than Eddie does.”

“So the “mommy” thing…you like that more than Eddie here too or what?” you teased.

“I-“

Steve’s cheeks blushed a deep red.

“Aw, look at that. Stevie wants you to be his mommy,” Eddie pouted sarcastically.

“Shut the fuck up, Eddie,” Steve gritted out. You pouted towards the boy.

“Aw, none of that honey. Be a good boy for mommy, hm?” you reached out to cradle his chin in your hand.

Steve visibly softened and nodded.

“Eddie, kiss him to make up for being a bully,” you commanded suddenly, now beginning to grow into the dominant role. You also just really wanted to see them kiss.

Eddie quickly moved over towards Steve. He hovered over him before leaning down to press a hot kiss onto the boy’s lips.

He absolutely ravished the boy. You could feel the hunger they had for each other in the air, and it made you throb.

Eddie crawled onto his lap in a haste, hands traveling from Steve’s perfectly styled hair down to his chest.

Steve wrapped his arms around the boy’s torso before reaching to remove his shirt. Eddie quickly yanked it over his own head and moved on to removing Steve’s shirt.

You could feel your arousal pool in your panties it seemed.

Eddie began to grind down onto Steve’s lap, and light moans escaped Steve’s mouth.

You decided now was the time to interrupt.

“Alright, Eddie. Don’t hog all the fun,” you smirked as you sat beside Steve, “Mommy deserves to have fun too. Right, Steve?”

Steve nodded adoringly as he stared up at you. Eddie moved from his lap and began sloppily kissing over the boy’s shoulder and chest.

“Want you on me, mommy,” he whined as he tugged you onto him, “Want you here so bad. Always want you.”

“Steve,” you chuckled, “I’m too heavy for that, love.”

Steve eyed you then looked over towards Eddie before shaking his head and giggling. He pulled you down onto him suddenly and positioned you to a more comfortable position.

“See, baby. Not too heavy for big, strong Stevie,” Eddie smiled and placed a peck to your lips.

“Now, I don’t think that Eddie and I should be the only ones half naked.” Steve smiled up at you.

You sighed and nodded softly. You’ve slept with a few people, but this was so different. This felt much more intimate and exposing. You trusted these boys with your life, but you still couldn’t help but think that they might judge you.

You decided to swallow your nerves and fully give into the dominant persona.

“I’ll decide when I take anything off,” you scolded as you yanked Steve back by his hair, “Understand?”

Steve nodded as his Adam’s apple bobbed.

You let him go and pulled off your t-shirt, leaving you in your lounging bra. You did not expect them to be coming over or for that to lead to fucking.

You threw you shirt off to the side and gulped.

“So sexy, mommy,” Eddie groaned.

You couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your face. You reached out to pull Eddie into a hot kiss.

Steve ground you down onto his lap, and you could feel that he was hard through his jeans. He was so easy. You couldn’t help but smirk into the kiss you shared with Eddie.

“Hard already?” you joked. He nodded up at you, doe eyes wide. “Okay, pants off.”

You stood up as you watched them scramble to get their pants off. Eddie was the first to shimmy his down his legs, black boxers covering him. Though Steve was quick to unbuckle his pants, he hesitated before pulling them down.

“Hey, you okay with this, Steve?” you asked him, concern written all over your face.

“Uhm, yeah. Just that I’m…I’m not wearing boxers…” he smiled nervously.

“Going commando?” you smiled.

He looked uneasy, and when you looked over towards Eddie, he was just wearing a proud smug.

He shook his head.

“Oh,” you gasped as you realized, “Oh.”

Steve nodded before another nervous smile plastered across his face.

“Well, take off your pants, Steve. Lemme see,” you smiled widely.

He gulped before shimmying out of the tight jeans. They always made his ass look so good, you couldn’t help but wonder what it looked like bare and in real life.

Under his pants were white, lacy briefs.

“Tuh,” you let out and propped yourself onto one leg.

Steve still looked visibly nervous, so you smiled towards him, then towards Eddie.

“Eddie,” you started, “Give ‘em a lil kiss to make him feel better.”

Eddie wasted no time hopping onto Steve’s lap. He began grinding down onto the boy as they kissed messily again. Steve wrapped his arms around the small of Eddie’s back, and groaned into the kiss.

You couldn’t help but trail your fingers down to your underwear to rub over your aching clit at the scene. You couldn’t even think about shame at this point.

Eddie pulled away from Steve and turned back towards you. He pecked Steve’s lips before getting off of his lap and directing you onto the couch.

You sat down, letting out a heavy sigh as he crawled over you and began to kiss down your neck. Steve who sat to the right of you began to leave soft, sensual kisses down your shoulders and arms as Eddie kissed down your chest.

He massaged your right breast before letting out a groan.

“Such pretty titties, baby. I love ‘em. Always wanted to tell you, I was always lookin’ at em. Fuck,” he murmured and pulled your boob out so that it was spilling out over your bra. He quickly latched onto your nipple, moaning at the taste of your skin.

You can’t help but moan at the sudden attention to your breasts. They weren’t all that sensitive, but the scene itself made your body twitch.

He flicked his tongue over the hardening nipple as he stared up into your eyes.

“So pretty, Eddie,” you smiled down towards the boy. He looked over to Steve and guided his head towards the nipple that was previously in his mouth.

Steve moaned around your nipple.

Eddie began kissing down your body. He placed multiple kisses over your large tummy, seemingly kissing every stretch mark that lingered the skin.

His hands splayed across your stomach.

As he got down to where your panties rested upon your wide hips, he looked up towards you as he placed slow kisses along your lower stomach.

He used his teeth to pull at the elastic waist band before allowing it to snap back onto your skin.

You couldn’t help the gasp that escaped from

your mouth as Steve decided to teasingly bite down on your nipple.

Eddie continued leaving teasing kisses around your lower stomach and hips. You began to lose your patience.

“Won’t you hurry things alone, please?” you said demandingly albeit breathlessly.

Eddie smiled mischievously up towards you, “Anything for you, baby.”

He slowly moved the cotton underwear down your legs, slowly revealing your throbbing wetness, hidden away underneath your hair there.

Eddie had grown impatient as more of you were revealed and quickly yanked the panties on down your legs.

Once they were fully off, he pried your legs open and rested his head on your left thigh.

You had no time to be insecure over the fact that you had a steady growing bush down there because as soon as he was settled, Eddie breathed in your scent as he unconsciously bit his lip. He could feel his mouth pooling from the salivating he was doing.

He breathed you in, “Smell so good. I could sit here forever and just breathe you in. Can’t believe I’ve been missing out on this.”

He placed kisses onto your thighs and outer lips, tugging at your pubic hairs as well.

You were growing restless, and Steve could sense that. He had moved back up from your chest now, stroking your cheek and pressing light kisses to it.

“Stevie, you gotta get down here. Smell so good, not fair of me to have it all to myself, right?”

Steve smiled at you as he nodded. He moved down your body, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips, chest, and stomach before he settled on his knees alongside Eddie.

Eddie pulled him into an urgent kiss before pulling your legs farther apart and directing his head in the direction of the sopping pussy sitting in front of them.

Your chest was heaving in impatience. Eddie was petting Steve’s hair as he sweet talked him.

“Look at that fat pussy. So pretty. You ever seen a pussy that pretty, Steve? I sure as hell haven’t,” he groaned.

“Mm mm, prettiest pussy I’ve ever set my eyes on,” he responded.

You were now so turned on that you contemplated smothering one of them into your wet heat.

“If one of you don’t get to eating my pussy right now, I’m getting up and fucking my damn self,” you sassed.

Their eyes widened at the sudden outburst and Eddie smiled.

“Hm, I suppose we wouldn’t want that. Steve, why don’t you get the first taste? I know you’re great with your tongue,” Eddie explained, “Made me cum just by eating my ass. Talented little mouth.”

Meanwhile, Steve was turning bright red. The act of eating another man’s ass was already so taboo, and to have Eddie just outright admit to it made him feel a tad shameful.

You smiled down at the boy who looked a bit uneasy. You thumbed at his cheek before guiding his head towards your pussy, “I’ll have to be the judge of that now won’t I?”

Steve gave a nervous smile and leaned in. He felt odd. He was a pro at eating pussy, it was his specialty after all. He was never nervous about his performance, yet this felt different.

He swallowed his nerves before wetting his lips. He looked up towards you as he sensually spread your plump outer lips and inched towards your swollen clit.

He gave it a small lick before sucking it into his mouth. You could barely see him over the plushness of your stomach, but that didn’t matter because as soon as he created suction around your clit, your head was thrown back and moans were spewing from your mouth.

Eddie caressed your thigh as he pet Steve’s hair.

“Doing so good, huh? Making mommy feel so good?” he praised, “Yeah, eat that pussy, baby.”

Eddie was gripping onto your thigh tightly as Steve was swirling his tongue around your clit. He dipped his tongue down towards your dripping hole before licking back up the entirety of your cunt.

The surplus of sensations caused you to grab Eddie’s hand to ground yourself.

“Want you too, Eddie. Want you to eat me,” you breathed out. Eddie smiled up at you.

“Your wish, my command.”

You couldn’t help but cringe at the corny statement. Steve even pulled away from you to scold Eddie.

“Really, bro?”

“Shut up,” he retaliated and dove into your pussy suddenly.

He flicked his tongue up and down your clit before sucking down on it. He pulled off with a pop and placed a soft kiss to it.

“Taste better than I ever imagined,” he hummed. “I mean, eating ass is great, but pussy just, mmph. Especially mommy’s pussy, right Steve?”

“Fuck yes,” he panted, “So pretty too. Everything about you is just gorgeous.”

Your chest was heaving as you looked down at the two loves of your life.

“Okay, okay. Enough with the flattery. Back to making me cum.”

Eddie smirked and dove right in. Steve, being the competitive boy he was, spread your legs even wider, nudging himself into place.

Both of the boys took turns swiping at your clit. The scene was so erotic that you couldn’t help picking up your phone to snap a picture of the boys going to town on your cunt.

“Sharing so well. So good for m-mommy,” you spoke brokenly. “Fuck, ‘m close. Gonna make me cum.”

You threw your phone down as the boys sped up their collective motions.

Steve moved to completely suck your clit into his mouth. Just as Eddie was about to slide a finger into your aching hole, your legs began to twitch.

“Fuck, I’m cumming!” you shouted as soon as Eddie managed to fit his entire middle finger into your cunt.

Steve continued is menstruations of slurping on your pussy. The sounds of the lewdness filled the room as he sucked you through your orgasm.

Your body let out a final twitch before you slumped completely back on the couch, pushing Steve’s head away as he was beginning to overstimulate you.

You laid there, chest heaving as you seemed to be slipping in and out of consciousness.

Eddie and Steve climbed up towards where you were laid back, and they began pressing comforting kisses to your chubby cheeks.

Eddie, being the dumbass he is, sucked a large portion of your cheek into his mouth before letting go.

“Aw, Eddie! What the fuck,” you groaned and went to wipe your cheek.

“Dude?” Steve spoke up.

“What? You want a kissy too?” he teased. Steve huffed, and you couldn’t help but giggle. This caused your thigh to rub up against Steve, more specifically, his hard dick.

“Mmph,” he let out. You flinched a little but quickly realized he was so sensitive because he had not cum yet.

You quickly reached out to caress his cheek and pouted at him, “Aw, poor baby. You still need to get off, don’t you?”

He nodded, giving you his best doe eyes before he panted a quick “yes” out.

You turned over completely to face Steve, unconsciously giving Eddie full access to your ass.

“Here, let’s get you outta’ these,” you spoke as you went to tug Steve’s briefs down so that they were just under his balls that sat heavy and taut.

You admired the boy’s length. It was a blushing pink color that, oddly enough, matched the color of his nipples exactly.

You gripped the length and dipped your finger into the tip.

“You’re leaking,” you smiled as string of the pre connected your finger to the tip as you pulled it away.

“Can’t help it,” he replied, already blissed out. He looked down at you with lidded eyes. You brought your hand up to your mouth to spit into it, then you wrapped it around Steve’s dick, giving it two experimental strokes.

“Feel good?”

Steve nodded rapidly.

“Good.”

Eddie was groping the fat of your thighs and trailing his hands up your large tummy before he ended up squeezing your tits in hand.

You continued to stroke Steve, steadily picking up the pace. The boy let out airy little sounds in your ear as his eyes fluttered shut, and he took in the softness of your hands as opposed to Eddie’s usual rough ones.

“So pretty, Stevie,” you complimented, “Isn’t he pretty, Eddie?”

“Eh, he’s alright. What about me, baby? Am I pretty?” he asked as he went to grip the entirety of your fat cunt in his hand.

You gasped at the lewd act before moaning from the sensitivity.

“You’re pretty too, Ed. So pretty and sexy,” you said breathily as you felt the boy’s fingers rub over your clit and begin to prod at your hole.

You turned your attention back to Steve to speed up jerking his dick.

“So good” you whispered just as Eddie slid one finger into you. “Fuck, so good.”

“So tight. Mommy’s so tight, Steve. Would think this was a virgin pussy if I didn’t know any better,” Eddie smiled against your skin as he began to finger you rougher, adding a second finger. “Wanna fuck you so bad, baby. Can I? Please? Need my dick in you. Need to feel you, make you mine.”

Something about those words triggered you, made you almost insatiable.

“Yeah, fuck yeah. Wanna feel you, Ed.”

You took your hand off of Steve’s throbbing cock and pushed away from him so that you could be lying on your back again. You adjusted yourself on the couch so you were seated farther up.

“Want to look in your face while you fuck me.”

“Anything you want, baby.”

This was your first real look at Eddie’s dick. It was cute! He had his hairs neatly trimmed into the shape of bat. You couldn’t help but smile at that, and his dick was an angry red color as opposed to Steve’s pretty, pink one.

Steve sat up beside you, wrapping one hand around his cock and the other around your shoulder.

Eddie spread your fat outer lips apart to get a good look at your pussy.

“So fucking pretty, Mommy,” he smiled down at you as he went to rub his dick against the slickness of your cunt, repeatedly bumping your clit. “Nghn, fuck yeah.”

“Fuck, want to feel my dick in that warm pussy,” Steve rasped against your neck between kisses he began placing to help ground you.

“You’ll get your turn soon, Stevie,” you assured, “promise.”

“Fuck, I can’t wait,” Eddie slid the tip of his cock into you before stopping, “That good? Is it okay, Mommy?”

You nodded and pushed one of his curls that were dangling in his face behind his ear.

“So good, baby. Keep goin’.”

He nodded and continued to push his way into you. He was much more gentler with you than the other couple of guys you’d slept with. They all seemed to treat sex like a race to the finish line, forcing their way in almost, aimlessly thrusting into you, and not really giving a fuck about your pleasure after the initial foreplay.

“Fuckkkkkk,” he groaned and bit down on his bottom lip. As he bottomed out, he had to sit still for a moment and turn his focus to the ceiling because the feeling of the girl he loved wrapped tight and hot around his dick and you sitting there kissing his boyfriend as you took his dick was bound to make him cum before he wanted to.

“Take your time, Ed. I know how you get,” Steve smirked teasingly. The two just bantered so much, even in the middle of passionate sex.

“Steve, why don’t you fuck Eddie for Mommy? Don’t you want to stick your dick somewhere?” you smiled cheekily.

“Mm, he doesn’t deserve any fucking dick,” Steve mumbled into your neck.

“Fuck, if I didn’t have my dick in the girl of my dreams right now I swear I wou-“

You cut Eddie off with a warning slap to the cheek before you grabbed his chin and forced his attention onto you.

“Shut the fuck up and fuck me like you mean it,” you gritted.

Eddie quickly closed his mouth and nodded. He placed his hands on the back of your couch for more leverage and began to fuck into you at a rougher, faster, more meaningful pace. You were very thankful that the boy was a musician and had rhythm.

“Steve,” you panted, “Get Eddie ready for your dick, or you won’t be cumming at all.

Your eyes held this sense of seriousness in them that turned Steve on beyond belief. He loved to be pushed around and told what to do, and while Eddie was pretty good at it, his demeanor often changed. He was very switchy to say the least.

Steve nodded and got up from his spot beside you to look for a packet of lube he knew Eddie kept in his wallet.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good, baby. I could cream this pussy right now,” Eddie groaned before leaning down to kiss you deeply. He attacked your tongue with his, saliva dripping down both your chins.

Steve settled behind the boy and ripped open the lube packet. He poured a bit of it on his fingers and rubbed them together to warm them up.

Without warning, he pulled Eddie’s cheeks apart and licked a long stripe from his balls to his hole.

Eddie faltered inside you a bit, causing him to go impossibly deeper. You whimpered at that before smiling up at the boy.

Steve held Eddie’s left cheek open before he went in with the two of his lubed fingers.

The sudden action made Eddie whimper loudly and slow down his thrusts into you.

“What the fuck, Steve?” he said in a very whiny tone.

You looked back towards Steve who was quickly moving his fingers in and out of Eddie. You smiled at his eagerness and directed your attention back to Eddie.

“His fingers feel good in your pussy, baby?” you cooed. “Bet they fucking do.”

Eddie whimpered as Steve added a third finger in.

“Fuck yes!”

Steve had gotten down on his knees behind the boy, watching the way his fingers rapidly entered and exited the boy’s pink, tight little hole.

“I can’t wait anymore, Eds,” he groaned, “Need to fuck this ass.”

Eddie nodded and stopped his movements inside you completely, allowing Steve to line his cock up with his hole.

“Ready, Ed?” he asked.

“Yes! Get your cock in me.”
Steve wasted no time pushing in, quickly bottoming out.

Eddie’s eyes rolled back in his head at the feeling of fullness. He loved it so fucking much despite how often he topped Steve as opposed to bottoming.

“Feel too good, Eddie? Think Steve can start moving yet, or are you going to cum?” you fake pouted at the boy.

“Yes, yes! You can move, Steve. I won’t cum till you do, Mommy. Won’t cream this pussy until I make it cum,” he panted.

“Alright,” Steve huffed before he began pounding into Eddie, giving the boy absolutely no time to prepare.

“Oh fuck,” Eddie whimpered as he fell forward a bit. Steve’s hard thrusts made Eddie thrust into you.

He took a moment to breathe before he picked up his pace in you. His thrusts into you caused him to thrust back onto Steve harder.

He pried your pussy lips apart so that he could thumb at your clit.

“That feel good, pretty?” he asked as he circled your clit with the thumb.

You nodded at the pressure, making you get closer and closer to cumming yourself. 
“Fuck yes,” you moaned and pulled Eddie into a hot, rushed kiss.

You looked up to see Steve staring down at the two of you, smirking.

“This is probably Eddie’s wet dream come true,” he smiled, “little perv probably been dreaming of this since high school.”

The admission of that was enough to make you clench hard around Eddie cock.

Steve rearranged himself so that he would be pressed up against Eddie’s g-spot with each rapid thrust.

Eddie was all whimpers now, fucking into you as quickly as his hips would let him so he could feel Steve’s heavy cock pressing into him harder and rougher.

“Make me cum, Eddie. Come on. I’m so fucking close!” you squealed as your thighs trembled.

Eddie replaced his thumb with his entire hand to rub across your clit quickly.

“Right there!” you shrieked as you clinched down around Eddie hard, cumming all over his cock.

Eddie kept thrusting into you as he was so close to cumming himself.

“Just a little more baby. J-just a little bit more for me, yeah?” he whimpered.

You let him continue to thrust into you, way too deep in pleasure to even think of stopping him despite your pussy being so sensitive.

Steve was gripping his hips tightly, probably leaving bruises as he watched the boy’s ass clap back onto his thighs.

“Fuck yeah, Eddie. Clenching so tight. Are you gonna cum? Cum in Mommy’s pussy!” he asked breathlessly, barely heard over the sound of their skin clapping together.

“Fuck! Cumming!” he shouted as Steve stroked particularly hard against his prostate. He came deep inside you, causing you to let out a little stream of squirt.

“Damn that’s fucking hot,” Eddie groaned as he thrust himself through his orgasm.

“Ohhhh, fuck,” you whined. “Out! No more. Too much!”

Steve pulled Eddie away from you as the boy was almost incapable of doing anything other than shaking like a leaf on top of you.

Steve pulled out of the boy’s hole, holding his cheeks open to watch it clinch and unclinch.

He laid Eddie beside you as he jerked his cock over the both of you.

“So hot, Stevie,” Eddie sighed sleepily.

“Cum for us, baby,” you smiled up at him before you leaned over to kiss Eddie.

You spread your legs again so that your puffy, used, and leaking cunt was on display to the boy.

Seeing Eddie’s cum leak out of your cunt ultimately made Steve cum. He angled his cock so that white, milky strings landed across your tummy and Eddie’s chest.

“Mmf,” he grunted as the final strings of cum left his dick.

His chest heaved as he plopped down onto the couch beside you both.

You all laid there, naked, sweaty, cummy messes.

“So…who wants to shower with, Mommy?”

Tbh this took sm time and was so rough to write. Writing threesomes IS NOT for the weak…so I definitely won’t be doing it anytime soon! Hope you guys liked it though.

Taglist: @emma-munson @user4837373 @paradisepoisons @thedoubleexposurephotography @palmtreesx3 @julesfromeuphoriaismyimaginarygf

[ateriblewriter]

It’s Kind of Funny (q.h)

requested: sort of but not really. they requested one thing and this is what my brain came up with but it doesn’t really go with what was requested but it kind of does at the same time? sorry about that.

warnings: none really

enjoy! let me know what you guys think (please)

y/n always loved the off season because it meant that she could spend more time with her beloved quinn, wether it was in vancouver or michigan. where they were didn’t matter, as long as they were together. it had been like that for years, until this year. this off season she was stuck in vancouver. with it being summer and all, many of her co-workers opted to take vacations, leaving the office short on people. y/n being the nice person she was, decided to take one for the team and work through her summer.

quinn planned on staying with his girlfriend but she knew he missed his family and urged him to go home to michigan to visit with them. to combat the fact that they weren’t going to be together, they set up a schedule with certain dates and times where they would sit down and chat over the phone. sometimes the call would take place over facetime, which often times of you were alone would lead to sexy times

unfortunately for y/n tonight wasn't a phone date night. after having a crummy day at work and desperately missing her quinn, she just really wanted hear his voice and maybe see his face. ideally she would love to curl up into his side as he held her, but she was going to take what she could get. and sure they had been messaging all day long but it wasn't anything compared to hearing his voice

"hey queenie. im a little busy right now what's up?" quinn inquired. he was currently out on the boat with his brothers and a couple of others. it wasn't the ideal place to have a conversation but since it wasn't a regularly scheduled time something must have been up.

even though it had been an unplanned call quinn was always willing and wanting to talking with his girlfriend. she was his everything. it had physically pained him when he had to leave her behind in canada. he wished like hell that he could have brought her along with him to michigan, but he understood how important her job was to her.

"i just need to hear your voice. today wasn’t good and i need you.” her voice was soft and quiet a hard combination to hear over the boat’s motor. but it had sounded a little bit off to him, there was a certain sadness oozing out of it.

"y/n? what's up? are you okay?” he pulled the boat to a stop as best he could. they hadn't started wake boarding yet, so no one was in the water. he could tell she was about to say something when he noticed the phone no longer in his hand.

"no phones quinn!" jack plucked he mobile device from his brother's grasp. there was a rule that bee put in place some time ago that no phones were allowed on the boat. of course they still brought them in case of emergencies, but that was their only purpose. this was friends and family time, everything else could wait.

"come one man, can i have it back? it's y/n" quinn tried to get his property back from his younger brother. "please jack."

"oh it's queenie? pass it here jack!" luke jokingly used the nickname that had been reserved only for quinn to use. the younger boy made grabby hands towards the thing in his older brother’s hands to which jack happily gave him, mischievous smiles dancing around their faces. holding the phone up to his ear, luke started to speak mimicking quinn's voice the best he could.

"queenie, darling, sweetie pie, my cutie patootie. you are the love of my life. i miss you so much. my love for you is endless. i want to marry you and have ten babies, three dogs, a cat and, maybe a fish!" the youngest sibling finished his little speech by making kissing noises into the receiver of the phone, causing everyone on the boat to erupt into laughter. everyone except quinn, who's face was beet red.

"luke come on. please, give it back" quinn began begging luke to stop and give him his phone back.

"but i'm not done talking to y/n. we still have things to discuss." luke giggled holding the device out of quinn's reach, coincidentally over the edge of the boat. “i haven’t told her about the big house yet!”

he had had enough. he was going to get the electronic back. climbing over his brother, quinn reached as far as he could and almost got it before the phone was knocked out of luke's hand. everyone watched in horror as the mobile device sunk to the bottom of the lake.

to say he was mad would be an understatement, quinn hughes was furious. y/n called him sounding like she was having a hard time with life and their summer distance and his stupid little brother had to go and dropped his phone.

"im sorry. i didn't mean for that to happen quinn." luke apologized profusely, but quinn wasn't listening anymore. sitting back down in the driver's seat, he turned the boat around, heading back for home base, so he could call her back on his computer.

y/n felt her phone vibrating in her pocket before she heard the deafening ringtone she programed into her phone letting her know that it was her favorite boy calling her. the caller was confirmed when she unlocked her phone, accepting the call and quinn's face popped up on the screen. once she answered and pleasant greetings were given, quinn listened as y/n ranted about her bad day throwing in an i’m sorry and a i love you every once in a while, and she did the same for him when it was his turn to complain about the people he was with.

“so what happened before?” y/n placed an elbow on the table and her head on her fist. she felt a lot better now that she was talking with her boo.

“it’s kind of funny, but it’s not funny.” quinn launched into the story of what happened after luke said what he did and why he was on a computer and not his phone.

“you really want to marry me? and start a family of ten with a couple of dogs and cats?” y/n joked about what the youngest hughes had said. a smile appearing on her face, that made quinn feel warm inside despite being thousands of miles away.

of course he did, he loved her and even had a ring picked out, he was just waiting for the right moment. the only thing he wasn’t sure about the ten kids. but who knew maybe a big family was in their future.

[j0eyj0rdis0n]

CHRISTOPH SCHNEIDER - Say Amen

You’d do anything to be forgiven.

Genre: Smut

Notes: If it weren’t for the wonderful post @laguera25 made, I would’ve never been fed this idea. So thank you 😂 Priest Schneider will forever be in my thoughts now!

Coming from a religious family, going to church was a large part of your life. Ever since you were young you attended services regularly each Sunday and Wednesday. Honestly, you were quite sheltered, your ideals aligning almost perfectly with what the church had taught you through your many years of going. So almost any wrongdoing had you going straight to confession. And that’s exactly where you were on this Sunday evening, stepping silently into the confessional, your heart pounding.

Taking your seat you nervously eye the priest sitting across from you, separated by the latticed screen he stared back at you. Father Schneider. You had hoped he wasn’t the priest holding confession this evening… You lower your eyes as you make the sign of the cross, Schneider following suit. Schneider was often silent in these sort of interactions. But when it came to you, he was most interested in what you had to say. He honestly wasn’t supposed to talk, he was supposed to let you take the lead, let you say what you needed to say before giving you absolution, possibly a penance, then send you on your merry way. But he was just so interested in you. In your sweet words, your embarrassment, your sinful experience you came to express. He wasn't the purest man in the church, he was just as dirty as anyone else.

He was snapped out of his trance as you spoke softly, “forgive me father for I have sinned… It’s been three months since I’ve come to confess.”

You looked up in surprise when he spoke. “It’s nice to see you again Y/N. Even if under these circumstances. May God, who has enlightened every heart, help you know your sins and trust in his mercy.”

“A-amen…” you responded respectfully, keeping your eyes low.

“Go on then Y/N.” He spoke softly, keeping his tone kind as to not scare you away. He was known to be rather strict. Some would even say, scary.

“Well… Father… I’ve been impure…” you took a deep breath, not quite ready to tell him your thoughts. Your thoughts of him. How badly you wished he would kiss you. Among other sinful things...

You’d done some reading, some consuming of other erotic material. Another thing you came to confess. You’d even tried out something you’d seen in the videos, something you could only assume was sinful as well. Masturbation. And all the while, the only thing you could think of was him. How you desperately wanted to recreate the scenes in the book pages, the positions you saw in those videos.

“I’ve watched some… videos… and uh- read some books…” You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, not daring to meet his eyes.

Schneider felt a smirk creep across his face. He had wondered how long it would take you to confess something of this nature. You were plenty old enough to be watching pornography and reading erotica. Even if the lord says it’s a sin, every human does it. Even himself.

When he didn’t speak, you continued your confession, cheeks burning hot. “And well father… I touched myself. And, I thought of you all the while…”

Schneider’s smirk faltered as he heard your words, immediately filled with shock. He’d listened to people confess that they masturbated, thinking it was a sin. But never had anyone told him it was him they thought about. He was at a loss for words. Well… Professional words. Instead he kept his knowing gaze fixed on you through the window, admiring the way you blushed, feeling his pants tighten as he began to think of you. Of what you did.

Wasting no time to dawdle on professionalism, he asked further. “And how did you do that Y/N? What exactly did you watch? Help me understand a little more.”

You felt like you were burning in hell already with the heat on your cheeks. You shouldn’t have come here. You should’ve just prayed relentlessly by your bedside… Hoping that the lord would still forgive you even if you didn't go to confession. But now you were here, and you couldn’t leave until he granted you absolution. “I watched pornography… I watched a man and woman have sex… I watched him touch her and I wanted to try it for myself… I’m ashamed to say I enjoyed it…” you said with your head hung, only looking up at him when he didn’t respond.

You were stunned to see him smirking, a dirty glint in his eyes and a sliver of teeth showing. “What a naughty girl you are.”

“I know… Please forgive m-“

He cut your sentence short, leaning in close to the lattice. “Do you mind showing me, my love?”

“Excuse me..?” You didn’t believe you heard him right.

“If the lord can forgive you for the first time, he can forgive you for the second.” Schneider spoke.

You supposed he wasn’t wrong… He was the closest one to God, so he should know, right? “But… what if someone hears me..? Finds out about this..?”

“Sweetheart, I promise you are safe here.” He said softly, reassuring you easily.

You didn’t choose to think about it much longer, standing and slowly taking off your clothes, trying to make it like one of those videos you saw. Hoping to please him. Your long sleeve shirt first, then your floor length skirt, leaving you in your cute nude colored bra and black panties, your thigh high socks really completing the look.

Schneider palmed himself through his professional dress pants, lowly groaning at the sight of you. He watched as you sat back down on the wooden bench across from him, your legs spread wide open just for him. Your pretty fingers gently rubbing yourself through your panties. He knew how horribly wrong this was. How impressionable you were. How your parents would kill him if they found this out, even though you were plenty old enough to make your own decisions. But fuck he didn’t care. He’d been admiring you for quite a while, but never would he make a first move, especially towards someone in the church mass. But he couldn’t possibly pass this opportunity up. You practically laid the groundwork.

He listened to your little whimpers as you continued touching yourself, your eyes closed and lips slightly parted. He watched as you moved your underwear to the side, slipping one small finger inside yourself.

Fuck…

He couldn’t help but slide his hand in his pants, stroking his cock in rhythm with your finger. You were perfect, all open for his taking. He watched as you sped up, only matching your pace as you whined louder. It wasn’t long before you came, your eyes squeezed shut and breathing heavy.

“Come here Y/N.” Schneider spoke breathlessly, still with his cock in his hand.

Once again you looked at him I shock. “I’m not allowed on that side Father…”

“I’m granting you permission my darling. Now come here.” He demanded.

You stood quickly, sliding out of the confession booth before reappearing on his side. He looked up at you through his small glasses from where he was seated, eyes lidded as his hand moved in strong strokes. “Would you like to try something together Y/N? Help me out a bit?” He questioned, raking his eyes down your body.

“Anything for you Father…” you spoke, breathless at the sight of him. His lower stomach on full display for you, his dress pants around his ankles, muscular legs and long cock on full display.

“Get on your knees for me Y/N, between my legs.”

You obeyed him easily, sinking to your knees just as you would each night by your bedside. Schneider adjusted above you, his cock now mere inches from your face.

“Lick it.”

You sat in shock, you’d seen this in the videos. You didn’t know if you’d be able to do what they did, but if it was for Schneider you’d sure try. You stuck out your tongue, licking from the base to tip, looking up at him all the while.

Your cute innocent eyes would be the death of him…

“Put it in your mouth darling. Use your hand for what won’t fit.” He instructed gently, caressing your face.

Once again you obeyed, wordlessly putting him in your mouth, lowering yourself as far as you could go before spluttering as you choked.

“Easy sweetheart. Go slow.”

You listened to him, sucking gently on his cock, taking everything slow even if you felt it didn’t make much of a difference. He seemed to be enjoying it though, which made your heart flutter knowing you were doing a good job. His low moans spurred you on, bobbing your head faster. You felt his large hand grab your hair, moving you at just the pace he wanted, his moans growing louder as you tried to hold back tears.

Schneider watched as you worked him over, your pretty hair wrapped in his hand. Your eyes watering as his dick throbbed in your mouth, hands gripping onto his thighs, trying to ground yourself. It was all too much for him. As a priest he had sworn to celibacy, so it had been quite a while since he’d had any relations. Having you so willing to please him down on your knees had him going crazy. He knew he wouldn’t last long. Which was… incredibly embarrassing…

“You’re doing so good my love…” he huffed out praise, pushing his wire glasses up his nose. You whined around his dick, looking up at him once more with those perfect wide eyes. Your sweet noises sent him over the edge, his thighs tensing as he came in your mouth, holding you in place when you tried to move away, the sensation absolutely foreign. “God almighty-“ he choked out, letting you go when he was entirely spent.

You swallowed his seed, grimacing at the texture. “Father… Must we repent for this too..?” You asked, voice rough from the attack on your throat.

Schneider looked down at you, chuckling with a smile. “If you’d like to my darling, we can do whatever you’d like.”

You nodded, “I’ll pray for the both of us then…”

Clasping your hands together on top of his legs, you raised your head, shutting your eyes. Schneider felt his cock twitch at your continued willingness. The way you stayed close to where he needed you most. You were so perfect. So cute. So innocent. If you were willing, he’d ruin you. He’d teach you all the things that everyone tried so hard to keep a secret.

As you begun your prayer he shut his eyes, going along with whatever you had to say. Even though he was a priest, he felt like he was drowning in sin.

“Lord… Please forgive me and Father Schneider for our act of sin. Even though we both enjoyed… I’m sure you’ll hear from the both of us again, considering I’d like to make this… More consistent. Either way, we pray for your forgiveness. In your mighty name, Amen.” Once more you opened your eyes, looking up at him, waiting for his next request.

Schneider stroked your hair, looking down at you with adoration. “My perfect girl… You’d like to make this a more permanent arrangement?”

“Y-yes sir…”

He stood in front of you, pulling his pants up, fixing himself to be presentable once again. Patting your cheek lightly he spoke, “get your clothes on sweet girl, I’ll see you next week. Meet me in my office next time. We’ll try new things if you’re ready.” Kissing your forehead, he crossed himself before stepping out of the confessional.

You watched him go, still sitting on your knees inside the small confessional, heart racing with excitement of what could come next week.

[memento-rory]

HI RORY !!

i was wondering if you could give us a little crash course on how you came up with st. lucia, plotting, how long it took, etc.

i think it would be cool for people to see how a series they loved so much was made! (and maybe help others like me because i always feel bad if i don't post regularly enough 😭)

HI TEDDY !!

stop i love this question. so the base plot of st. lucia (enemies to lovers maid of honor x best man) had been an idea i had wanted to write for years because it’s one of my favorite tropes of all time, but i could never find the right ship for it until i started getting into chuckle sandwich / schlatt’s content.

when it came to figuring out plot like why schlatt and reader hated each other and what events should occur when, i really relied on my friends (specifically @writingsbyzuzu) and the ted and schlatt lovers discord server to help me iron out details and validate / invalidate ideas i was having. they were all so helpful in being like, “yeah, i think that’s great” or “no, i don’t think that fits here” or “maybe try something else and see how you feel” like i wouldn’t have been able to finish that fic if it weren’t for them. i think having several people look over your work is so incredibly helpful. the more eyes, the better.

st. lucia all together took me about three months. first part was posted in jun. 2024 and the last part was posted in sept. 2024 there were nights where i would crank out a whole chapter and then times where i would go like two weeks without an update. i usually would sit outside and write and chainsmoke until my throat couldn’t handle anymore and that’s usually how i would crank out most of my fics, but i quit smoking back in august so it got a little harder to write towards the end, but that’s neither here nor there and probably not helpful to people who don’t smoke LOL (imagine i was like “oh just start smoking cigarettes you’ll write a whole ten part fic!” LMFAO) and like i wish i could say that i sat down and made outlines or something structured and helpful but i constantly just fly by the seat of my pants. every so often i would outline but only if the chapter was going to have a Lot going on.

i also want to say that this shit did not come easy to me at awl like i edited and rewrote and got frustrated and hated everything i wrote like sooo often and that is Normal ‼️ you just have to push through it and keep going because eventually you will strike gold and i feel like i really really did with st. lucia. i am so glad so many people loved it so much. it makes my heart so happy.

thank you for asking this! i will take any opportunity to talk about st. lucia because i miss it BAD lmfao. i had so much fuckin’ fun making it for y’all. thank you for indulging me. 🩵

and don’t feel bad for not posting regularly! (i haven’t posted regularly since the end of st. lucia. 🤪) what you do post is always so incredible and very much worth the wait! i literally love your work bad.

[arcticwolfpaws]

Chapter 6: Gala part 2

As this is getting long I've posted it on AO3, and have linked it below.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56481082/chapters/143531686

All chapter's that I've posted here have been uploaded there

I hadn’t seen the hall before the party but as I stepped in with father and everyone seemed to look at us I didn’t know why but I hid behind him suddenly feeling deeply uncomfortable, I felt someone touch my shoulder and realized it was father who spoke loudly.

“I’d like to introduce my son, Faraj Wayne.” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before waving and giving the room a soft smile, everyone seemed to quickly ignore us as father headed down the stairs, I followed after him not knowing what else to do but he was pulled aside by someone talking about Wayne enterprises. I quickly looked around hopping to find a good place to hide when someone spoke sweetly.

“Come on, let’s get you were the fun people hang out.” I looked be hind me and saw a young woman in a black dress her hair a shock of red but her eyes as soft blue, she waved for me to follow her, I glanced around once more and found myself slowly following her into a corner where Jason a red head and The older one were all standing there, they were talking but I couldn’t differentiate their voices from the low murmurer of the room.

“Hey, I can’t believe you two would leave him to fend for himself.” She scolded and Jason and the older boy looked a bit nervous at that, however I noticed the other red head staring at me his eyes slightly wide. I looked him over but nothing about the dark suite he wore stood out to me and I found myself lightly tilting my head at him before someone walked up and spoke their voice close enough that it caused me to jump.

“Hey, you’re Faraj, right? I’ve seen you at school.” I snapped around and found another clone of father, and I was starting to have questions however I wasn’t ignorant to the fact that father’s looks weren’t uncommon.

“I umm yes, I am” Well at least he didn’t know me however I wish that I knew how I was acting before, I doubted from what I had heard that I was friendly so it felt odd that he’d chosen to approach me.

“Cool, I’m Tim drake we have history together.” He chirped holding out his hand to my I hesitated for a moment to shake it but in the end I did. I hadn’t noticed that the conversation of the older ones had gone quiet.

“I uhh honestly don’t pay much attention in class.” I admitted, I wonder if this is believe able.

“Yeah, I guessed as much you always looked half asleep, I kinda thought you might be robin.” He said sounding sheepishly, I found myself rubbing the back of my neck.

“O-Oh,” He smiled and kept talking not seeming to be bothered by my frankly clumsily interaction, I was about to try and say more but he’d seemingly started a rant and I was just going to let him talk.

“I mean you have to admit it’s kind of suspicious, you falling asleep regularly and no one would suspect it if you wore a wig but the more I thought about it the less sense it made. Seeing as Most albino’s need glasses but the whole night thing worked but robin isn’t as pale as you.” I blinked at him and chuckled well this hadn’t been what I was anticipating but I think I could live with crack head conspiracy,

“I mean what dark hair athletic build?” I asked and he seemed to perk up realizing I was humoring him.

“Well no neither robin really was well the original one was before someone else took his place,” Wait, wait ‘Original?’ well my interest was peaked.

“Original?” I asked and he brighten up,

“Oh that’s right you’re fairly knew to Gotham! Alright come on I’ll fill you in.” He grabbed on to my wrist as he started to pull me away, I stumbled a little as he did before I got my feet under me. With a deep breath I kept my feet under me and followed him as he lead me to a blonde boy who looked to be the same age as Tim.

“Bernard, You’ve seen Faraj right? We need to fill him in on Batman.” He stated excitement in his friend seemed to look me over for a moment before he spoke.

“Umm Tim he broke-”

“I know but maybe he just needs some proper friends I mean I haven’t seen anyone hang out with him since he was enrolled.” He stated pointedly, then spun to look at me and smiled, I think it was supposed to be reassuring but I couldn’t help but imagine the horns on his head.

“Besides from what I heard they had it coming.” I suddenly decided I was going to do some guessing Bernard hummed softly before speaking again,

“Could you teach us how to fight like that then?” He asked, Was that a good idea? I guess I could teach them discipline along with it but that I wasn’t sure how wise that was.

“I-” Tim cut me off and I glanced at him

“Yeah we could easily find Batman if we could fight.” Oh I was not teaching them if that’s why they wanted to learn, they’d get themselves killed,

“Lea-” I was cut off again,

“I mean that or we could become our own hero's.” With that I decided it was best to slip away, while I didn’t know how badly a hero got hurt I was sure it wasn’t fun. I mean I had lost my eye and while I didn’t remember a lot of that I do remember the scars on Mr Wilson. My thought process ended as I bumped into someone an older man with mustache, his red hair looked like it was starting to go blonde and even gray in some spots,

“Oh careful there son.” He sounded kind as he spoke but I knew better then to assume such a thing, taking a step back I noted his trench coat and the badge on his belt.

“Wait, Your The young Mr Wayne.” He said hit tone stayed light and gentle,

“Faraj.” I realized how quickly and sharply I had said it and cleared my throat,

“I umm I mean you can call me Faraj.” I sounded so damn nervous like I’d never been under cover… well this wasn’t exactly that, and to be fair I hadn’t. He chuckled it was a deep warm sound

“No, need to feel nervous around me. Your father and I are Friendly,” He said before looking over me as if he was trying to memorize my look, that didn’t exactly make me comfortable but I didn’t know how to get out of this,

“I’m sure you’ll grow into a man as good as your father, peaking of….” He trailed off as my father walked up,

“Faraj, I wanted to meet Selina Kyle.” he said stepping aside and showing a woman in a tight red dress that felt far to short for anyone to be comfortable in.

“Hello.” Her voice was almost a purr and I couldn’t help but frown at her as I looked away and mumbled.

“Hey…” Father cleared his throat, before he spoke.

“He’s a bit shy, but a lot has changed very quickly for him.”

“Oh it’s no worries I don’t expect him to be welcoming to every face he meets.” She stated and I ran a hand through my hair,

“Faraj?” Father’s voice was soft and worried and I’d almost mist it among the sounds of clinking glasses clicking heals and endless chatter, the sensation of a hand on my shoulder made me jerk away from it as it was all very quickly becoming to much, I pulled at my hair when suddenly I heard father’s voice.

“Faraj, I need you to follow me alright?” I took a moment to open my eyes but when I did Father was knelt in front his face was calm and gentle but serious, I nodded slowly as he lead me away from the party. As the door shut and the noise was cut off I let out a heavy sigh,

“Alright, Stay here as long as you need I’m not going to push you to go back out.” He said kneeling in front of me again,

“It was to loud.” I mumbled my hand still tangled in my hair, he spoke softly,

“That’s alright, lets start with letting go of your hair.” He gently pulled on my wrist and I slowly let him pull it away,

“There you go, Now I have to go back out but you stay here till you’re ready.” His tone was soft as he gently tried to settle my hair before he headed back out I winced as the noise of the party greeted my ears at full force again, as the door shut again it was quickly muffled and I sat down letting my back hit the wall as I closed my eyes and took a deep breath setting my head against the wall.

I wasn’t sure how long until the door opened again and when it did I didn’t find the noise to be quite as overwhelming but I opened my eyes and found myself looking up at the worried oldest boy that lived here, he sat down next to me and spoke softly.

“Are you okay kiddo?” I nodded but didn’t actually speak and he hummed,

“let me guess you got overwhelmed?” I just nodded again, he just sat there with me for a long moment on some level I was expecting him to try and keep talking but he just seemed to want to sit there with me.

“Are you making sure I don’t randomly run off?” I asked and he chuckled,

“Nope, I just didn’t think you’d like to sit alone,” He told me and I watched him for a long moment before nodding slowly and we were left alone after what felt like an hour, I got up I glanced at the door hesitantly.

“Hey, you know we don’t have to go back out there.” He kept that kind tone, even if I couldn’t remember his name I liked the kindness,

“I know but I also know that I need to get use to it.” I told him and he frowned at me before speaking.

“That’s not how this is going to work if you don’t want to be in the lime light, Bruce’s son or not he’s not going to force you to put your self in uncomfortable situations.” His promise rang clear and I took a deep breath.

“one way or another it’s best to try.” I opened the door and stepped back into the noise, I breathed heavily and didn’t get more then 10 steps away from the door before a woman walked up to me. She was in a dark dress and heels but held a small note book.

“You’re Faraj Wayne right?” She asked and I looked up at her and blinked a few times,

“Uhh Yesssss.” I stated drawing out the S sound unsure of what this woman wanted,

“I am Vicky Vale I wanted to ask you some questions… about your family.” I hesitated as I wasn’t sure who was who but I nodded, I just hopped she didn’t expect me to know anyone by name.

“Who’s you’re mother?” She asked looking at her little note book and I hid the frown that wanted to deepen and tried to think, I knew who my mother was and I also knew it was best not to share that.

“I don’t know her name, but I know what she looked like.” I told her deciding int that moment that it would be believable seeing as I was only 11. she frowned at that but nodded,

“And I imagine you don’t want bugged about her right now.” She took a deep breath before speaking again.

“What’s it like living with Mr Wayne.” He question gave me pause, I could easily compare it to my life with Mr Wilson however that just didn’t feel right to me, but I couldn’t avoid the answer either.

“It’s… different, my rooms probably bigger then some apartments.” I wasn’t lying the room was wild as far as I was concerned, she nodded and started writing things down for a moment before looking back up,

“Anything else?” I had to think for a moment, I still couldn’t remember the nice old man’s name and suddenly I did.

“I like Mr Alfred he cooks for us and makes the best fruit salad ever.” I stated before licking my lips, I should defiantly find some refreshments once she left me alone. She took a moment to write some things down before looking back up at me,

“Have you noticed anything odd?” She asked and the first thought that came to mind was how early they went to bed,

“Father goes to bed much earlier then most people that I know of but I also under stand his job must be stress full.” I told her as I tapped my chin in thought she gave me a soft smile before she spoke again.

“You know I think if you give it some time you’ll be gotham’s newest heart throb” I was confused by her statement, I knew of girls having some kind of crush be me? Most people thought I was some kind of meta, and will they weren’t wrong but I wasn’t exactly broadcasting that unless I had to.

“I don’t think so.” I told her and she chuckled shaking her head before she spoke,

“Just give it time kid.” She stated as she walked off leaving me wondering, There wasn’t many people who would see me as intresting

[sunshinesteviee]

tis the damn season — sneak peek

just posting a lil sneak peek (the first few paragraphs) of the fic i’m working on based off the song by taylor swift!! including a lil collage i made with the vibes of the fic hehe enjoy!!!!

Snow crunched underneath the tires of your mom’s car as she drove down main street, past the library, past the drug store, past the police station. Past all of the places you knew so well, but reminded you of a different lifetime. It hadn’t really been that long since you’d left for college, but everything felt so much different.

You’d left Hawkins pretty quickly, not long after defeating Vecna. Much to your surprise, you’d actually been accepted into a few of the colleges you’d applied to, and so when the time came, you were more than ready to pack up and leave Hawkins behind you. Unfortunately, that meant leaving behind everyone you knew and loved. It wasn’t the people that made you want to leave, it was the town itself, and all of the horrors it hid. It hadn’t been an easy decision — you’d agonized over it for months — but eventually, you decided it would be good to get a fresh start. And besides, you’d only be two hours away.

That fact didn’t make leaving any easier, though. Especially when one of the people you were leaving behind was your childhood best friend. The same best friend you’d been in love with for years. The same best friend who you’d gone to literal hell and back with. The same best friend who had confessed his feelings for you shortly before you were set to leave for school. In typical Steve fashion, he’d chosen the worst possible moment to lay everything out on the table.

There had always been something there. Lingering touches on your waist, stolen glances when the other wasn’t looking. Hand holding, cuddles during movie nights, chaste kisses on the cheek. It was obvious to everyone except the two of you. But of course, Steve confessed only as you were leaving.

It had broken your heart to break his, especially when you’d been waiting years for that exact moment. You’d spent hours thinking about and wishing for the moment when your best friend professed his love for you, only to have to turn him down when it finally happened.

The decision, though earth-shattering, had seemed like the right one at the time. It made sense in your head. What brand new relationship would work from two hours apart?

And despite the hurt, Steve had dropped you off at your dorm just like you’d planned. He’d helped you move in, given you the longest hug known to man, and promised to call as soon as he could. For the first week, Steve called every night to ask about your day and to make sure that you were okay.

But it had been weeks since you’d last properly talked to Steve, and it was killing you. Part of you was dreading seeing him, knowing the conversation that had to be had, but a bigger part of you felt like it was dying without him. You’d never been apart for this long, especially without talking regularly, and you missed him more than words could explain.

Your breath fogged up the glass as you stared out your frosted window and then doodled in the condensation. You weren’t sure how you were going to approach Steve, how to try to fix things. If things even could be fixed. There was a high likelihood that everything had been ruined, and if that was the case, you weren’t sure how you’d survive. How you’d live without him, especially after everything you’d been through together. You needed your best friend.

—

The fic isn’t done yet, but I can’t resist posting this & the moodboard collage I made hehe. Happy holidays!! Hoping to post this before the new year. If you want to be tagged when I post this, please let me know! 🫶🏼

[bigbroadvice]

Hiii

I need some advice about a situation with a guy I see regularly. I’ve been overthinking a lot and I would love to get some outside perspectives.

Context: I 24F, am a clear foreigner in a homogenous country. Almost every morning on my commute, I see this guy +-28 Native to the country I live in.

What’s been happening:

A few months ago, I noticed him when he used to sit next to me on the bus. Some days there’d be other seats, and others, he had no choice. I noticed that when he sits next to other people, he often leans against the pole or window. With me, he’s more relaxed, with his shoulder against mine. Recently, when the bus is crowded, he sometimes stands, but I’ve caught him glancing over in my direction a few times.

A couple weeks ago, the bus started getting full. So he has to stand. I noticed him staring at me about 2-3 times per bus ride. I’d just look at him. Then he stopped for a while. By this time though, I started to realise that he’s pretty cute and he interacts so sweetly with the older people on the bus.

It worried me that maybe I reacted incorrectly to him, so he doesn’t “care” anymore? So because I’m always on the bus first, if I have the confidence, I’ve started staring at him when he gets on. But then once he looks back, I chicken out. He then continues to glance at me a couple times.

Last week, I gave my seat up to an older lady and I went to stand next to him. There was a guy whose bag was brushing against my back, so I was a little uncomfy. Regardless, I stood next to my crush until I had to move so a lady could pass. He looked at me after I moved to the next pole. And then put his hand on the handle closest to the pole that I just left. He also took off his headphones and looked at them as if they weren’t working.

Something else strange also happened that day: There was an empty single seat between us, which I didn’t sit in, and he didn’t either. At one point, though, he tapped his bus card at a stop earlier than his usual one—the stop I sometimes get off on, though I don’t think he knows my exact schedule. This was a bit weird because he never taps out there, but then he sat down? His stop was immediately after this one?? (But this whole entire incident, I think maybe could be unrelated to me and I’m just personalising it, because it was my stop. He did look at his phone before he turned around. And didn’t come on the bus since that day, which was 3 days ago. Usually see him everyday unless I miss the bus).

Anyways, some days when I’d sit next to him, he’d fidget with his fingers. Some days completely neutral. He seldom uses his phone if sat next to me – I don’t use mine in the bus at all. But he’ll use it if he’s in front of me or standing. When he stares, he’s got like big, round eyes, seldom, if ever, blinks.

I’m so shy, I literally was shivering the day I stood next to him. My problem is that I don’t know if we even speak the same language. I don’t know how he feels about me. I tried to objectively describe each situation. How do you think he feels? What should I do?

I've been rejected before by a guy who I thought liked me. So I'm so scared if my judgement is wrong

TIA

Sounds to me like he’s interested in you. I’d give it a shot and try talking to him the next time you see him. Maybe something like “missed you the past couple days” since he hasn’t been on the buss recently. Even if y’all don’t speak the same language, sounds like you’ve got enough time on the buss to type things back and forth through google translate.

I wish you luck and would love to know how things work out!

[slashyrogue]

AU-gust 2023 Day 3: Writer

“...nothing here will ever be vegetarian. Bon appetit.” 

Several laughs made Will wince, clutching his notebook as they butchered his words, as he sat in the chair by Jack Crawford, the director of the movie made from his book, Cannibal. It was the fictional story of Dr. Hugh Mikkelsen, a psychiatrist who is secretly a serial killer and a cannibal who regularly feeds his friends the people he kills. 

Cannibal was Will’s first book, an instant hit, and when it had been optioned for a film he’d been overjoyed. 

Now he wished he’d never signed the papers. 

“And…CUT!” 

The cameras all stopped, and Jack patted Will’s shoulder as he looked over at him. 

“What did you think, huh? Perfect, right? I knew Hannibal was our cannibal.” 

Will forced himself to smile. “Yeah, it…it was great.” 

The crew all started to scatter, and Will tried not to let his frustrations show on his face. He’d been asked to write the script for the movie, been paid handsomely for it, and yet seeing it now he knew they’d changed so much. 

It was schlock, a mockery of his book, and despite knowing it would be a hit and he’d get even more money he couldn’t help how upset he was seeing the changes made without his permission. He’d trusted his management, his publisher, when they said the studio loved his final draft. 

They’d all lied. 

He got up, blinking back tears, and headed for the nearest bathroom. 

He wouldn’t be coming back here again, not after this, and as he ran into the stall he sat down to put his head in his hands. 

There was a loud bang as the door opened just as Will started to cry, and someone walked inside the men’s room with their shoes tapping on the floor. 

“Mister Graham?” 

Lecter. 

It was Hannibal Lecter.

They’d never met, not once, as Will couldn’t find it in himself to talk to the star who so embodied Hugh’s character from the moment he’d seen his audition. 

Hannibal was Hugh Mikkelsen, his every mannerism perfect, but the horribly writing ruined it enough that Will couldn’t face him. 

“I…I’m in the bathroom, Mr. Lecter,” he said, his voice shaking as he sniffled, “It’s not really a good time.” 

“I’ve wanted to speak to you, I…” 

“Please just…go away.” 

The silence that followed was almost too long, and Will felt his eyes well up again as he tried to calm himself. It was so silly to be so upset, and embarrassing to do it in front of Hannibal Lecter. 

“I…I understand your upset.” 

Will froze, unsure of what to say. 

“I’ve read ‘Cannibal’ and…I know the material I’m reading is not what you intended.” 

He let out a long breath. “It’s…it’s garbage,” he growled, so angry he felt sick, “They butchered my book, my script , and I…I can’t go back out there. I can’t…I can’t watch this happen.” 

“Will,” Hannibal said, “Please, can…can I take you to lunch perhaps? Can I…show you my appreciation at the very least for creating Hugh Mikkelsen? Something? Anything?” 

Will got up, opened the door, and looked at Hannibal with a watery smile. 

“I’d like that.” 

Hannibal smiled, and put his hand on Will’s shoulder. 

“I’m glad to have made you smile at least once today.” 

As they walked out of the men’s room Will was grateful for the quiet, and when Hannibal led him toward an expensive Bentley in the parking lot outside he was a bit intimidated but only blushed once as Hannibal opened the passenger side for him to get in. 

Hannibal turned when he got behind the wheel and they locked eyes. 

“Ready?” 

“As I’ll ever be.” 

They pulled out of the lot, and Will felt like he could finally breathe again when he didn’t see the studio logo in his rearview. 

“So,” Hannibal began, not looking his way, “I…I’m certain you think me a bit hypocritical for being on your side in regards to the writing, and yet…still participating in this farce.” 

Will frowned. “I…I get it,” he said, “It’s a job and…” 

“It’s not that,” Hannibal interrupted, looking at him, “I…I confess I…I was hoping I’d get to meet you at last. You weren’t at my casting, though they said you’d seen a tape, and…I’ve admired you since I finished the book the first time.” 

He blushed. “I…oh,” he said, looking away, “Thanks, I guess.” 

“You’re a brilliant writer, Will,” Hannibal said, “And…you deserve all the accolades you’ve been given in the past year for ‘Cannibal’ I can hardly wait to see what you write next.” 

Will laughed nervously. “After this, I’m not sure I’ll write anything.” 

The car stopped abruptly in traffic, and Will looked up sharply as Hannibal grabbed his shoulder, eyes wild. 

“BUT YOU MUST! YOU MUST NOT LET THIS GET YOU DOWN! THE WORLD NEEDS YOUR WORDS, WILL! They…” tears filled his eyes, “They need…they need your brilliance.” 

Will could hardly breathe as he stared into Hannibal’s eyes. 

“I…I don’t know how I can,” he said, his voice shaking, “Not if this movie is out in the world, not if…” 

Hannibal’s lip curled. “I…I understand,” he said, as cars honked around them and his voice grew quiet when he pulled forward again, “I…I understand.” 

The rest of the car ride was quiet after that, and when they got to the restaurant Will felt like he’d done something wrong. Hannibal was quiet, hardly speaking, and the whole ordeal made him feel that much worse. Will watched Hannibal exit the car when they got back to the studio, leaving him inside, and he got out with tears running down his face not bothering to go follow. 

Will went home and drowned his sorrows in the bottle of expensive whiskey the studio had sent weeks before production, and woke up the next morning with a splitting headache. He grabbed his phone, saw it was dead, and sighed loudly plugging it in before he ate bland toast while letting the dogs out to play. 

The sound of text messages began not ten minutes later, and Will was confused at how the dings didn’t stop. He got up, walked to his phone, and looked at his messages. 

OH MY GOD WILL I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS HAPPENED! 

ARE YOU OK? 

THEY’RE LOOKING FOR SOMEONE TO TAKE OVER DON’T WORRY! 

He was confused, and replied to his agent while he opened up the entertainment news. 

DIRECTOR JACK CRAWFORD DEAD AT 55 

Will froze. 

“What?” 

He looked at the article, heart beating wildly in his chest, and froze when he read the sentence that made his knees nearly buckle out from under him. 

Director Jack Crawford, 55, was found brutally murdered in his Los Angeles home last night. 

Will called his agent, tears stinging his eyes, and when Alana picked up she sounded rattled. 

“Will, I don’t know what to say.” 

Will let out a long breath. “How did it…” 

“I’ve heard from…sources…that he was…eviscerated and…his eyes…they were filled with…” 

Will closed his eyes. 

“Flowers.” 

“Yes,” she said, “Just…just like the book.” 

He put his hand on his chest. 

“Was there anything else? His wife, is she…”

“Bella is unharmed, she was asleep through the whole thing. They think she might’ve been drugged. Will, I hate to bring it up but this means production is on hold till they find someone. They’re looking, but…with the connection…” 

Will couldn’t help but smile, and hated himself for it. 

“I understand.” 

“I’d tell you that this is just a coincidence but…it’s obviously not.” 

Will fell back on his bed. “Yeah.” 

“The studio won’t let this ruin production, at least not yet, but it’ll be a while.” 

“I know.” 

“Try to do something good today, alright? Try…” 

“Alana,” Will said, “I…I wanted to…ask….why didn’t you tell me about the changes?” 

She was quiet. 

“I walked in there, thinking I’d see my book and my script come to life but it was so different. Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“Will…” 

Tears filled his eyes. “They had perfect casting, and they just butchered it. I guess,” he laughed, “Someone else agrees if they decided to butcher the director.” 

“Will! You…that was uncalled for.” 

He let out a long breath. “Sorry, I…I didn’t mean to…sound crass. I just…” 

“Things happen in movies, Will,” she said, her voice thick, “Changes happen and…you need to just be happy you got the money and you’ll see Hugh Mikkelsen come to life. You can’t have it all, and…Jack didn’t deserve this.” 

“I know, I…I’m sorry.” 

“I have to go,” she said, “I have more calls to make. Just…don’t talk to the press yet. We’ll put together a statement.” 

“Ok, Alana.” 

“Goodbye, Will.” 

“Bye.” 

She ended the call, and Will couldn’t help the smile that came over his face. 

What would Hugh think about this? 

He suddenly got a burst of inspiration, and stood walking to his computer. The words came out so fast it was like water, flowing from his fingers, and he was done with the third chapter by lunch. 

Dr. Hugh Mikkelsen was going to Hollywood, it seemed. 

The idea of using this situation for his next novel might be disrespectful but he wasn’t gonna stop. 

And the book could come out in a few years when the outrage quieted down. 

He went to get something to eat, but stopped to let the dogs out, and froze when he saw a basket on his back porch. 

Will walked up, and picked the card off the handle. 

Will - 

I apologize for my behavior yesterday, it was uncalled for. Please forgive my rudeness, and I only wish my gift can make you smile. Thank you for giving the world, and me, your beautiful book and I hope you are someday inspired once again. 

Yours,

Hannibal Lecter. 

The basket was filled with, to Will’s surprise, treats for the dogs and a bottle of his favorite whiskey along with sweaters that looked almost handmade. He smiled, blushing, and saw Hannibal had left another note. 

Will - 

If this has made you smile please call me at 555-229-0101. I’d love to hear from you. 

He frowned, wondering just how long this had been out here, and why Hannibal didn’t mention Jack. Maybe he’d sent it through the delivery service yesterday? Will dialed the number, and whistled for the dogs to come up for treats. 

“Will,” Hannibal said, his voice almost a sigh, “I had hoped you would call.” 

“How did you know it was me?” 

“No one else other than my agent has this number,” he said, making Will blush, “I take it you liked my gifts?” 

“Yes, I…thank you. After the news this morning I…” 

“Yes,” Hannibal sighed, “Poor Jack. I…he and I may not have seen Hugh Mikkelsen in the same light but he was a very good director. His poor wife is devastated. I sent her a basket as well. It can’t do anything to bring him back, of course, but…”

“You’re too kind,” Will sighed, feeding the dogs more, “I…I was so upset on my ride home last night about my stupid book for the two hour drive and now I feel like such a…” 

“Don’t ever disregard your feelings about such a brilliant creation, Will.” 

“I just…” 

“Your book is perfect,” Hannibal said, his voice sounding strained, “It’s…I’ve never read a more perfect text.” 

“Thank you,” Will said, sniffling, “I…I’m glad you…you liked it so much and I…can I let you in on a secret?” 

Hannibal paused. “A secret? Of course.” 

“I started a sequel,” he said, feeling like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, “I got inspired by…god I can’t believe I’m admitting this…I got inspired by Jack’s death to start it a few hours ago. I’m on chapter three.” 

Hannibal gasped. “You…you’re writing again? That’s…that’s wonderful. I…thank you for telling me. I’m very happy to hear it.” 

“I probably can’t publish it for a few years but…” 

“It doesn’t matter,” Hannibal growled, “You’re writing again and that’s all that matters. I only hope you continue to get inspired. May I ask what the story contains? If you don’t wish to…” 

He blushed. “Dr. Mikkelsen’s murders get turned into a movie and he’s so upset about how he’s portrayed that he…he kills the cast and the people involved one by one.” 

Hannibal laughed. “That…that is quite the inspiration.” 

Will smiled. “You don’t think I’m a monster?” 

“A monster? No. Brilliant? Absolutely. I…I can hardly wait to see the book when it’s published and read about Hugh again.” 

Will felt tears fill his eyes as he kept smiling. “I mean, you’re my biggest fan. I wouldn’t make you wait. If you want, after I’m done tonight you can come by and read what I have so far.” 

Hannibal gasped. “You…you’re certain? I would never ask you for such a thing. It’s…” 

“I’d love to show you,” Will said, feeling nervous, “I mean it might suck…” 

“It won’t,” Hannibal said, “I…I will be there tonight. I’ll bring dinner, and…I’ll bring everything. Eight o’clock?” 

“Yeah, that’s…that sounds great.” 

“I’m sure tonight will be a night to remember.” 

Will smiled. “I’m sure it will. Have a good day, Hannibal, or try to anyway.” 

“After this conversation, Will, I’m not sure I could have anything but a good day. I wish you well on your writing.” 

“Thanks, I…goodbye.” 

“Goodbye.” 

The call ended and Will laughed feeling oddly giddy then froze.

Did he have a crush on Hannibal Lecter? 

“Oh god,” he sighed, “I…I have the worst timing.” 

As if someone like Hannibal Lecter would ever even look at someone like him that way. 

He covered his face as he tried not to panic. 

It would be fine. 

Hannibal was a fan of his writing, and he’d keep it casual. 

Will picked up more treats as the dogs whined, and fed them a few more as he petted every single one of them on the head. 

“At least someone loves me,” he said, “Right guys?” 

The dogs didn’t answer, because obviously they were dogs, but he still felt like tonight might be a disaster. 

Will got a text message and he looked down to see it was a picture sent from Hannibal. 

It was a cake, already starting to be decorated and the black and red icing was perfect. 

Already preparing for tonight. I hope you’re not allergic to red velvet?

He smiled. 

Nope. How did you get that done so fast? Were you already having a party? 

I make cakes often in case there’s a need. 

That’s weird. I don’t know anyone who makes emergency cakes. 

As Hugh Mikkelsen would say, “It’s fine to be weird.”

Will smiled. 

He really would. 

He felt his heart skip a beat as Hannibal replied with a new picture, the cake decorated with words in perfect script. 

A NIGHT TO DIE FOR 

It was the same words Hugh Mikkelsen had carved into the body of one of his last kills in Cannibal, and though Will knew he should be a little creeped out he couldn’t help but blush. 

I can’t wait. 

Neither can I. 

All thought of Jack Crawford’s murder disappeared as he walked inside, still smiling, and headed for the computer forgetting about lunch. 

And started to write again. 

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private lessons ⋆｡°✩ chapter 1 ⟢

fluff, suggestive, smut in upcoming chapters

word count: 1,2k

warnings: aged up bada (she’s in her 30’s), age gap (reader is an adult!!!), very obvious power dynamics, dom!bada, student x teacher themes

author’s note: hello guys i am back with a series and i will try to update regularly, please be patient and give me some feedback. thank you and have fun reading! -booger 🍞

you knew it was wrong, and you knew your fantasies wouldn’t actually come to life, so why did it feel so thrilling? you look at yourself in the mirror as you’re smoothing over your clothes, exhaling shakily to mentally prepare yourself to meet up with your tutor. you seriously need to stop getting your hopes up.

you were an A+ student who never even had to study, acing your tests without any real effort. all you had to do was pay attention during class and you had nothing to worry about. so why exactly did you need a tutor? well… you see.. your teacher was temporarily gone for god knows what reasons, and you’ve gotten a substitute teacher for the time being.. and your grades dropped drastically, not because you suddenly stopped caring about school or because you missed classes, no no, quite the opposite.

the problem was your insanely attractive substitute teacher. Mrs. Lee… she was so tall.. so handsome.. so pretty.. and so strict. the second your eyes landed on her you knew you were done for. you felt so guilty for the emotions you yourself couldn’t even control, although you haven’t done or said anything wrong (yet). so why exactly were you feeling this way? oh right, having zero experience and drooling over your teacher who’s 10+ years older than you is probably a good enough reason. you and your twisted mind.

you had no issues in any other classes, being the nerd you were you quite enjoyed them. but as soon as the bell rang and she walked into the room, all your focus was on tall figure. oh how you wish she would tower over you- she was speaking but you couldn’t hear a word she was saying, just her voice. you didn’t see the notes she wrote on the blackboard, letters blending into the background. all you saw was her hands. as if you suddenly forgot to read, the veins on her large hands being much more interesting to study. the length of her fingers and the way she moved them had your mind flipping a switch. every word that left her mouth just flew past your head and all you could do was just stare with a blank stare, more like blank brain.. no thoughts head empty, just Mrs. Lee and your stupid imagination.

you didn’t see an issue in this, it was almost like a new hobby. patiently waiting for her class at the end of the day as if it were some kind of a reward. spacing out with the image of her right in front of you. damn, talk about inspiration. the issue was… you weren’t as smooth with concealing your so called innocent crush on her, which you failed to realize.

with the way you gulped each time she called your name or the way your cheeks turned red when she found out you’re spacing out and not playing attention once again, or the way your eyes would linger on her as she walked across the room, never leaving her for a second, as if they were glued to her.

it was all a bit too obvious to her. at first she found it funny, she was used to both men and women falling for her. however she wouldn’t have expected someone much younger then her to be so infatuated with her, especially to such a high level you were displaying, thinking you’re hiding it so well. reality was rather different. and quite frankly entertaining for her. especially you being her student, making it even more entertaining for her to watch.

you would of assumed she’d be married by now, there’s no doubt people are chasing her left and right, but she was actually not interested in settling down just yet, deciding to focus on her career and hope she finally meets the right person along the way. someone who she could be herself with… as in someone she could have complete control over. bada craved dominance, and while some people were into that, they were often caught off by the level of it that she desired. she wanted all of it. no, she needed all of it. it made her giggle, thinking your actions are cute and nothing more, she was your teacher for now after all. it’s not like you were underage or anything, but in her view it was simply unprofessional and inappropriate. not you basically eye fucking her every class she taught, but the fact that she enjoyed it much more then she wanted to admit.

she wanted to mess with you a little, play with your little brain and have some light hearted fun. not in a way where she uses you for a night and goes back to teaching you, she wouldn’t have the heart to do that, right? she just wanted to find a way that would entertain her for the time being. she loved teasing you and seeing your reactions, she found it cute how flustered she could get you just by pointing out your own behaviour. a part of her really did feel bad seeing your grades drop more and more, and it being indirectly her fault. if she wasn’t so dedicated to her work and didn’t take her time to learn all about the students she will be teaching temporarily, she wouldn’t have known you’re actually one of the top students. which is also why she was keeping an eye on you from the beginning, confusion clouding mind seeing you not match the expectations she’d set for you prior teaching you.

was there a mistake in the system? were those grades she’d seen not yours, perhaps someone with the same name as you…? she wondered after her first time teaching your class. the second time she’d notice you fidgeting and having trouble speaking when she asked you a question. hmm.. it must be anxiety, she thought. you did seem very nervous about her being your new teacher, maybe you were just this shy because you don’t know her, that’s all.

she realised all her theories were proven wrong as you spent the following days with flushed cheeks, eyes blinking up at her in concentration. looking away quickly as soon as she looked your way.

she thought she was partly responsible for this, so she was kind enough to offer you some tutoring sessions after school. when she told you to stay behind after dismissal and proposed the offer you panicked, just then realising how distracted you must of been during class for this to turn this bad.

you frantically shook your head not wanting to accept because 1) you didn’t want to be an inconvenience and waste her time due to failing and it being totally your fault. (the part you told her)

and 2) you’d definitely pass away being in the same room as her… all alone… in her house.. being much closer to you.. with her trying to explain to you what she said in class 200 times while you just drooled over her, as if it’s not going to be even harder for you to focus. ( that’s the part you didn’t tell her)

cat got your tongue when she assured you that it’s all okay and she would be more then happy to give you private lessons, and proud to see you do better. you swallowed hard as she asked for your number, arranging a meeting for the weekend, patting your head before she walked out telling you she can’t wait.

oh you’re screwed, so damn screwed.

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Would You Mind?

[Bang Chan x Fem!Reader]

Would You Mind

Pairing: Bang Chan x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, College!au

Summary: College parties weren't really your thing, but, being friends with Lee Felix, you'd learned long ago that they were going to be a regular college experience. At this particular party you meet a frat boy who is all too polite.

Warnings: Smut, Frat boy Bang Chan, switch!Chan, switch!reader, allusions to Changbin/Felix, cheating but not really, swearing, dirty talk, parties, drinking, vaping, shotgunning, making out, public and private displays of affection, Chan’s got a big dick and he knows it, unprotected sex, please wrap before you tap

General Taglist:@hiseu @yeosayang @avyskai @whatudowhennooneseesyou @foxdaisy @lickslixie @maskedmochiii

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You’d learned a long time ago that regularly going to college parties would be a big part of your college experience. Meeting Lee Felix on your first day and quickly becoming his best friend solidified that it would be. Felix was a social butterfly and incredibly well liked by all the people he met, so it was no surprise when the invites to frat parties upon frat parties started pouring in. At first, you had been reluctant to go and even more reluctant to stay. Why would you spend your Friday night in a large house surrounded by sweaty drunk people? It didn’t exactly seem like your idea of fun. But, over time you opened up to it, even began to like accompanying Felix to each and every party he whisked you off to.

But sometimes you still needed to take a break when the crowds got too much.

Which is how you ended up sitting outside at Felix’s friend’s birthday party, nursing a drink as you breathed in the cool night air. Chan’s birthday was never going to be a small affair, you knew that of course, the man knew almost everyone on campus, so you were sure he wouldn’t miss your presence for a little while.

You were proven wrong however, when you felt a presence behind you and turned to see Chan standing behind you, looking a little ruffled, but incredibly happy otherwise.

“Hey birthday boy,” you smiled a little, scooting over so that he could sit next to you. The two of you weren’t close at all, in fact, tonight was the first time you’d ever met him, so you were a little surprised when he sat next to you.

“Hey, Y/n right? Felix’s friend.”

You nodded “Yeah that’s me. What are you doing out here?”

“Hiding. I love the guys but sometimes I wish they wouldn’t make such a big fuss about my birthday. I would have preferred it to be just the eight of us.” he turned his head to you, smiling sheepishly. “No offence.”

“None taken,” you sipped your drink. “I get it. My birthday party this year was me, Felix, a bottle of Champagne and a plate of cookies.”

Chan laughed, even though you hadn’t said anything particularly funny. “That honestly, sounds like a dream.”

“You could just ask them, you know, to not make such a big deal.”

“You’ve met Felix, you think that would work?”

He did have a point there, you had to admit, but also you did understand where his friends were coming from. The guy was a frat boy, the president of a frat to be exact, it would be kind of lame if his birthday was a small affair. He laughed again when you relayed that to him, leaning back on his hands to look at you properly.

“You’re probably right. So I guess I’ll just hide out here with you for a bit more, if you don’t mind of course.”

“Don’t mind at all,” you were rewarded with a bright grin, your heart skipping a beat at his genuine happiness.

The two of you sat in silence for a bit, just enjoying the muffled sounds of the party inside and the sounds of the night surrounding you both. You were brought out of your calm stupor by Chan giving you an apology. You turned to him, eyebrow raised to see him pulling out a vape.

"Sorry…do you uh, do you mind? I don't usually do this unless I'm at a party."

"You are at a party," you laughed softly. "Your party. And I don't mind. Please, go ahead."

Chan smiled at you before taking a deep inhale, tilting his head toward the sky as he let the smoke curl out of his mouth. Your eyes widened at the display and it took everything in you to stop your mouth from dropping open as you watched him take a couple more hits, head still tilted back, tongue running over his lips. His eyes flicked to you and he smirked slightly, holding the pen out to you.

"Wanna try?"

Did you want to try? You'd never done this kind of thing before, you weren't even sure if you wanted to do that kind of thing. But something about the way Chan was looking at you, eyelids heavy with a mix of the alcohol he'd been drinking and a sort of desire, had you needing to impress him, so you nodded, plucking it out of his fingers.

Perhaps you should have thought this through, you considered as you coughed smoke everywhere, Chan immediately patting your back, the desire in his eyes replaced with concern. "Hey, hey, you okay?"

"Yeah…yeah just," you coughed again. "I've never done that before, sorry. That was a lot."

Chan chuckled softly, tapping the vape to his lips in thought as the desire seeped back into his gaze. "I might have an idea, if you're willing to try it of course."

"Depends on what it is."

"You ever…fuck this is going to make me sound like such a fuck boy. Have you ever tried shotgunning?"

You blinked at him a couple of times before beginning to laugh. Chan flushed, looking down at the ground. "You were right, you sound just like a fuck boy."

"Does that mean you don't want to try it?" He looked up at you, cheeks still pink but eyebrow raised.

"Well I didn't say that did I?"

"No," Chan smirked, "No you didn't." He brought the vape closer to his lips, taking a deep hit before motioning you closer. Once he deemed you close enough, so when you were almost sat in his lap, he tapped at your lips to get you to open your mouth, before gently breathing the smoke from his mouth into yours. As much as you had made fun of him before, you had to admit there was something incredibly sexy about this whole ordeal. You stared at Chan as he pulled back, your eyes wide and unblinking.

"How was that darling?" Chan's voice was low and rumbly, making you shiver.

You swallowed hard, trying to string a sentence together without completely embarrassing yourself. "Good…yeah, yeah good. Again?"

Well you did not succeed in not embarrassing yourself, but Chan didn't seem to mind, smirk still on his face as he chuckled. "Yeah, we can do it again," his hand moved to tilt up your chin, thumb swiping over your bottom lip. The action made you gasp and Chan chuckled again. "But, this time you could kiss me if you want to. I'll definitely kiss you back."

You nodded quickly, suddenly overwhelmed with the need to kiss Chan, the need to please him, to be good for him. As Chan brought your mouth to his once more to inhale into your mouth you attached your lips to his in a kiss. It was desperate, needy and maybe you were trying too hard but Chan didn't care, responding in kind to your kiss, tongue immediately making its way into your mouth. Chan tasted good, a tantalising mix of alcohol and something spicy you couldn't quite place. He hooked his hands underneath your thighs, bringing you to properly sit in his lap. The action made you gasp and you pulled away a bit, pressing your forehead to Chan's.

"Happy fucking birthday to me," he whispered and you giggled, pressing another brief kiss to his lips. Chan smoothed his hands out over your thighs, looking up at you with dark eyes, lip between his teeth.

"You want to go again Channie?" You hummed softly, trying to make your voice have a seductive tone to it. It clearly worked as Chan's eyelids fluttered and his teeth sunk deeper into his lip.

"Yeah…fuck yeah," he whispered, encouraging you to take the vape from his hands so you could shotgun the smoke into his mouth this time, moaning into the needy kiss you shared afterwards.

So maybe you didn't hate frat parties as much as you liked to say you did.

~

For the next few parties you and Chan managed to find each other one way or another. He'd find you in the kitchen pouring another drink for Felix and lift you up onto the counter, pressing his lips to yours desperately. Or you'd find him sat on the couch talking to Changbin or Jisung, Chan pulling you to sit on his lap and encouraging you to attach your lips to his neck while he continued to speak with his friends. You weren't really dating him, but people seemed to know that you were off limits and really, they almost expected to find you and Chan tangled up with each other at every party.

You should have expected it to be too good to be true.

But even so, it still shattered your heart to see Chan surrounded by a group of gorgeous girls as soon as you and Felix stepped into his frat's party. Two of the girls were sat in his lap, lips attached to either side of his neck the same way yours had been recently. You couldn't hear him, but the way his eyelids fluttered and his mouth shaped around an obvious moan had you turning away, trying to stop the tears which had collected in your eyes from falling.

"Lix," you whispered to your best friend, pulling his attention away from Chan and back to you. Felix looked absolutely murderous, but even still, hugged you close.

"Oh honey, I'm so sorry. What a fucking jerk."

You had to laugh at that. Yeah, Chan was a jerk. But what had you expected? You'd heard all the stories, knew what kind of person Chan was and yet you still let yourself fall into his trap. "Lix, I'm gonna go home."

"Yeah, of course. I'll come with you." You shook your head.

"No, Lix. You don't have to go. I'm going to go home." The tone of your voice suggested that you wouldn't be going home straight away and Felix nodded.

"Okay, just call me when you get home so I know you're safe."

"I will Lix."

You gave him one last hug before going back out the door, not sparing once glance at Chan who was looking at your retreating back like his whole world had just come crashing down.

~

"Lix told me you'd be out here."

You scoffed at the sound of Chan's voice, refusing to look at him as he sat next to you. Maybe it was dumb to pick his car to sit atop while you cried over him, but you had thought Felix would have murdered him before he had the chance to come find you.

"Surprised you wanted to see me," you turned to face him, your voice sickly sweet and smile just the same. "You had quite the little entourage back there. Won't they be missing you?"

Chan winced at that, rubbing the back of his neck. "They don't…they don't care about me."

"Then I guess you have something in common with them. They don't care about you, you don't care about me, match made in heaven."

"What do you want me to say y/n?" He sounded desperate. "You're not my girlfriend."

"And yet you were treating me like I was. Or do you just do that with all your playthings?"

"You were not a plaything to me, don't…don't say that."

"Then what do you want me to say Chan?" You echoed his previous words back to him.

"I'm sorry y/n, I'm so, so sorry. I just," he ran a hand over his face. "I'm really attracted to you, physically, but also romantically and I thought you didn't want anything serious with me and God why would you? You're so sweet and smart and perfect and I'm a frat president who cuts the sleeves off all my t-shirts and makes out with random girls at parties because I don't want to face my feelings for the girl I actually want."

You laughed softly, despite yourself and leaned back against the front window of Chan's car. "Yeah you're pretty dumb. But you're also really nice, everyone likes you, like quite literally everyone. And you're so smart with music stuff," at Chan's surprised look you smiled "Felix showed me some of your stuff. And it was so, so good. Like I literally put it on my playlist good. Plus you're really hot. And for the record I would be your girlfriend, but you also just had two girls on your lap so…I don't know if that's an offer I should extend."

Chan hissed softly through his teeth and leaned back, mirroring your posture against the window of his car. "I'm such a fuck boy aren't I?"

You laughed at that, turning to him with a smile. "Yeah, yeah you are. But, I might be willing to overlook that if you promise that I'm the only girl you'll be fucking, and dating and having sit in your lap."

"You really trust me?"

"Should I?"

Chan nodded, looking the most sincere you'd seen him look the whole night, "Yes, you should." You searched his eyes for any hint of untruth and upon finding none, you smiled, leaning forward to press a kiss to his lips.

"Then I do. But if you pull any shit like that again, I'll send Felix after you, he might be small, but the guy's got twelve years of taekwondo under his belt and he bites."

Chan smiled softly, kissing you again. "I know. But you won't need to send him after me, I promise."

"I know Chan," you giggled. "But the threats are still there. Either that or I'll punch you myself."

"Is it weird I kind of find that hot?" He pulled you into his lap, kissing you again. You swiped your tongue into his mouth, grinning when he let out a moan. "Mmm maybe," you pulled away to speak against his lips. "But then I'm weird for finding you finding my threats hot."

Chan laughed "then we're both pretty weird."

"Mm we are," you slid your hands into Chan's hair, tugging at the curls gently to make him moan. "Guess that's why we work so well together."

"Guess so," Chan smiled, thumbing over your cheek. "You wanna get out of the cold? Let me warm you up."

"Now that you mention it," you smiled, rolling your hips over his. "I could do with some warming up."

~

"Chan…Chan fuck," you moaned softly as Chan sucked another mark into your stomach. He was looking up at you with dark eyes, hair messy from where you had been tugging at it.

"Yeah baby? You like being marked up for me?" He hummed, moving back up you baby to kiss you. You whimpered a soft "yes," into his mouth, making him grin.

"You like being all mine, y/n?"

You whimpered again, nodding, because of course you did. You loved knowing that Chan was staking his claim on you. "Love being all yours."

"Good," Chan pressed another kiss to your lips, much sweeter and softer than before. "Because I love being all yours."

"And don't you forget it," you hummed softly, bringing your arms to wrap around Chan's shoulders. With surprising strength, you flipped Chan around so that he was laying on his back, you sat right atop his cock, which was still tenting the front of his boxers. Chan blinked up at you in surprise, jaw practically unhinged.

"Fucking hell, that was so hot," he swallowed hard "How'd you do that?"

"It's amazing what one can do if they want something enough," you giggled before slipping your hand into Chan's boxers, letting his hard cock free. "And what I want Channie," you hummed seductively, stroking Chan at a rhythm which had his head falling backwards, moans spilling out of his mouth. "Is to sit on this big, pretty cock."

Chan nodded immediately, screwing his eyes shut as his hips kicked up into your hand. "Please, please… fuck y/n baby please I'll do anything."

You giggled again and removed your hand from his cock, lining it up at your entrance. The first few inches were nothing but mildly uncomfortable at most and once you had completely sunk onto him you stopped, stroking Chan's face and encouraging him to breathe. He was overwhelmed in the best way possible and also embarrassed at how weak he had become underneath your touch. He was supposed to be this untouchable, unbreakable fuck boy and yet here he was, reduced to a moaning, whining mess as you fucked yourself on his cock. You yourself weren't faring much better though and as much of a front as you were putting on for Chan, you were completely under his spell, just as desperate and needy for him as he was for you.

"Fuck Channie," you moaned high in your throat and Chan's eyes immediately snapped up to you, needing to take care of you.

"What do you need baby? I'm right…oh fuck you're so good at this, I'm right here."

"Touch me Chan, please."

And who was Chan to say no to that? One of his hands grabbed your waist so he could to fuck up into you, while the other moved down to your clit, beginning to draw tight, little circles on it. And you rewarded his efforts with sweet moans of his name, only increasing them the closer you got to your orgasm.

"Chan…Chan please I'm gonna…can I cum?" If Chan wasn't so focussed on you and your pleasure he would have blown his load right there. He nodded, speeding up his thrusts inside you.

"Yeah, you can cum baby. Cum all over my cock."

Chan's permission to cum was the trigger to your orgasm and you were sent hurtling over the edge, walls contracting around Chan's cock to keep him inside of you. He fucked you gently through your orgasm, pulling out only so he could cum himself, eyes screwed shut and voice raspy when he moaned, spilling white ribbons of cum over his abs. The two of you watched each other for a bit after coming down from your highs before Chan pulled you to lay down next to him, kissing your forehead.

"I meant what I said, you know," he whispered, blindly reaching over to grab a tissue from his bed side so he could wipe the cum off his stomach. "About being all yours."

"You sure you could handle that?" You hummed, no real malice behind your voice. "Having only one girl instead of ten?"

Chan laughed softly and pulled you closer, allowing you to trace your finger over the ridges of his now clean abs. "Yeah I could. But only if it's you."

"Then I guess you've got yourself a girlfriend Christopher." You buried your head into his chest to save yourself from the embarrassment of Chan seeing the stupid smile on your face. He grinned, kissing your head once more before looking up at the ceiling, grin still wide.

"I guess I do."

~

"Have fun last night?"

You jumped from where you were making coffee at Felix's voice and turned to see him sitting at the breakfast bar of the frat's kitchen. You had stayed the night with Chan, it being too late for you to consider going home by yourself and Chan not wanting to stop cuddling you.

"I could ask you the same question. I noticed you didn't go home either." You laughed when Felix’s cheeks pinked and he looked down at his cup of tea. "But yes, if you must know, I had a great time."

"Good. Did you tell Chan I'll kill him if he even thinks about hurting you?"

"She did," both you and Felid turned at the sound of Chan's voice and you smiled as he leaned down to kiss you. "She also said you bite."

"He does," Changbin's voice joined you as he walked into the kitchen and you raised an eyebrow at Felix, laughing when he blushed again. The four of you easily fell into small talk as you made your breakfast, you and Chan sharing little kisses each time you passed each other. It was rather domestic and you wondered if this was what he was like all the time. You'd surely just have to stick around and find out.

And you honestly couldn't say you were upset about that idea.

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Goo x Fem!Reader sparring sessions HCs

Hihi~ here are some HCs and a mini Fic about Goo and a female reader who won against him at Kendo after he underestimated her~ Tysm for the suggestion @sublimequeenmango 💓💖 and I added a mini fic because I didn’t have enough HCs i’m sorry 😭

HCs

I feel like Goo would definitely make jokes all the time to lighten the mood

He’s very kind to you though, after all you’re as strong as him which not many people are

After developing a crush on he would distance him for a bit but then become even more clingy

it’d take him some time to realize the crush though

You guys would spar from early in the morning till late at night

Very fun sparring sessions, lots of laughing and a lot of chemistry

He will get butterflies and his heart will beat faster when you stab him/try to stab him

He always wants to make a wish whenever he wins against you (always wishes for a kiss)

Calls you by a lot of cringy nicknames (sweetie, honey, baby, princess, etc…)

takes your sparring sessions very serious though despite the jokes he makes he gets serious when you’re about to fight

never goes easy on you (he doesn’t need to)

Mini fic

Your first meeting with Goo Kim was… well let’s just say you did not really like him at first. Having been trained in Kendo since childhood you excelled at it and were even called a prodigy more than a few times. So it was no surprise that you were better than most. Of course this didn’t prevent people from going out of their way to challenge you, only to be utterly defeated.

The same goes for Goo Kim. Well not exactly…

He’s one of the „talented“ people your coach has been talking about, but you didn’t think much at first. You expected for the two of you to spar together like you do with any other person.

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But the moment he opened his mouth it was difficult to contain the dislike you felt towards him.

„Oh~ Didn’t know I had to fight against such a beauty?“

He was quite the flirt

„Can’t say the same about you“

Unfortunately you weren’t in the mood for flirting and it was true. He didn’t look bad, his eyes although a bit small were pretty cute, his nose was straight and he had full, rosy lips, they looked soft too…did he apply chapstick? It’s just unfortunate that he wasn’t your type at all!

„Ouch, my heart~~!! I will try to go easy on you though~ Don’t wanna see you getting hurt, princess“ Goo said in a sickeningly sweet tone and winked

„…whatever“ it was hard not to roll your eyes

Well who can blame you for disliking Goo when that was the first impression you got of him??

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„huff…huff… whew, princess… you’re quite good…?“ Goo wheezes, lying on the ground, as you point your sword at him

„You lost.“ It was quite the hard battle though

„…well yeah, I lost“

„Who was the one saying that he won’t go easy on me?“ you couldn’t help but be petty about it and honestly Goo deserved it.

„Hahaha next time… next time I‘ll definitely win!“ he burst out laughing

„We’ll see…“

And just like that you guys started meeting each other more regularly, from weekly sparring sessions to almost daily.

After getting to know Goo some more you started to understand why he was being so cocky at the beginning. He was good. Very good. Sometimes he would even overpower you, only sometimes of course.

You started to look forward to your sparring sessions as well, after all he was a worthy opponent! But was that all? Was that really the reason you were looking forward to the sparring sessions?

You’d catch Goo staring at you during training too, his ears would get red when training with you. Was he just excited to spar with you or were there other reasons?

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The past few months Goo has always been sparring with you on a daily basis and honestly he really enjoyed it! More than he thought he would…

He started to notice that something was strange after the first two weeks of you guys training together. His stomach would always feel tingly and his head would get warm. It didn’t take a lot to figure out what the reason was. You.

Alright~ so that’s all I have for now it’s not a lot but I hope you still enjoyed reading through it and I had a lot of fun writing this! Goo is such a funny character so I wasn’t too sure how to portray him haha

Once again tysm for the suggestion ily!!💖💕

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Everyone in the audience stood up and applauded the two girls who performed to their heart's content.

Both Tzuyu and Nayeon were posing and smiling at the crowd, breathing hard and softly huffing to get their breath back.

Their throats were dry as they tried to use their saliva to quench them and their legs were a bit sore, but they did it.

Their best performance yet in their opinion.

No tones were missed and their choreography was on point as they were synched with each other flawlessly.

After a couple of seconds, the two stood up regularly and bowed at the crowd in each direction, showing off their smiles as they raised their heads back up.

Then Nayeon held Tzuyu's hand and raised it in the air as the crowd cheered them on.

"Thank you everyone! We hope you enjoy the rest of the night!" Nayeon yelled in her mic on the other hand as everyone applauded with the duo fleeing to the right of the stage, walking towards the claps of the crew and some other performers as well.

They each thanked every one of them as they walked towards a table with refreshments and much-needed water as the next performance was on, sitting on set-up chairs while getting ice-cold water from a cooler.

"We did well Tzuyu, great job," Nayeon rose a hand up as Tzuyu high-fived back, both getting some breath back, "I think it was our best performance yet," Nayeon noted with Tzuyu...

“I wish (YN) was here," Tzuyu said while twirling the bottle around with Nayeon nodding.

"Yeah. I was searching for her/him in the crowd thinking s/he'll surprise us.” Nayeon admitted as Tzuyu then looked at her.

"You too?" Tzuyu asked as Nayeon nodded.

"You as well?"

Tzuyu nodded. "S/He's always there for us that I expected her/him to be there, just cheering us on."

"And to think we were thinking of not even performing." Nayeon said not looking at Tzuyu anymore, “what s/he said about us is still pumping me up.” Nayeon gave a faint smile as Tzuyu nodded.

"Well that's (YN) for you, always there for us," Tzuyu muttered, "...always...where would we be without her/him?"

Nayeon's head jerked as she stared at Tzuyu once more.

"I don’t know Tzu, I don’t know," Nayeon answered, "and this isn't the first time s/he's had to pick us up. We trained for so long and I remember each time where I wanted to stop. But (YN) was always there for a pep talk with me and I come back up and start practicing again." She had smiled as she remembered a lot of events, including the most recent one with the pics...but frowned, “did s/he told you I got angry at her/him?" Nayeon said suddenly as Tzuyu nodded.

Nayeon grasped the almost full water bottle and Tzuyu heard the crunching sound of the plastic.

"I feel so guilty Tzu...I told her/him their support meant nothing to us..."

Tzuyu’s lips parted.

"Why would you say that?" She was almost mad at the notion.

"I was just frustrated...and really stupid, but course (YN) wasn’t affected by it...nothing really affects her/him. No matter what happens, s/he's always happy and upbeat and caring and there for us. I'm glad s/he did that, we needed it." Nayeon admitted.

"...We need her/him." Tzuyu corrected her as Nayeon looked to her partner and nodded.

"You're right. We need her/him."

After what she said, both girls sat there thinking about you in silence, despite the music and people all around.

It wasn't often that you weren't around the two and when you weren't, you were all they could think of most of the time.

As they said, it felt odd that you weren't around and they didn't enjoy the feeling-

CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP

Both looked to the left of Nayeon to see a man and three people behind him: two ladies and another man.

All were wearing professional clothing.

The one clapping looked to be in his fifties, his wrinkles and gray hair proved that.

"Well done ladies well done," the man clapping said as he came to a realization, "we aren't interrupting something right?"

"No, you’re good, uh thank you," Nayeon spoke with a wondered look to them as the elder lowered his hands.

"I'm sorry, let me introduce myself. I'm Mr. Huin, of the NV Uprising."

Both girls eyes widened upon hearing the name and agency.

"M-may I ask why are you here?" Tzuyu asked as she stood up side by side with Nayeon.

"Well for you two," He answered as both girls held their breaths, "normally I would have scouts come here, but after speaking and dealing with your agent, I was very impressed with your girl's work so I came down to see you two in person. And your performance was spectacular. Right?” He asked his companions as they nodded.

Both girls were having trouble breathing right now.

"Both held your notes and pitches very well, visuals are a definite plus, and your choreography was well done. May I ask who came up with it?" He asked as Nayeon gulped.

"W-well we research moves and added our own twists into it," Nayeon admitted as Tzuyu nodded in agreement.

"And self-taught as well. It certainly was a fantastic performance ladies."

"T-thank you...I-I'm sorry, but did you say 'agent'?" Nayeon asked. "We don't have an agent."

He gave a quizzical look to them.

"Hehe, well your friend (YN) of course."

And once again both girls were speechless.

No...

It couldn't be...

(YN)...their (YN)...

"(Y-(YN)..."

"Yup, came into my office yesterday," Mr. Huin acknowledged as both girls couldn’t believe it.

You got an agency to watch them and not a scout but the freaking owner.

"We discussed you two. He had your songs, past performances, talents, pics, disks of you girls even training. S/he was well prepared and I was very impressed with what I saw." Mr. Huin continued as now both girls were just in awe...you went to that extent for them?

He laughed a bit at their expressions.

"I guess s/he didn't tell you about me."

Both girls didn't answer.

"Well that's fine. Is s/he here by any chance?”

They shook their heads.

“N-no, uh, s/he couldn’t make it. Got really sick,” Nayeon muttered as Tzuyu’s eyes dropped.

Mr. Huin wasn't surprised.

“Oh, I see, well I’m terribly sorry to hear that. Well, I don’t want to waste any more time," he then pulled out a couple of cards and presented them to the two, "we would like to welcome you two to NV Uprising."

Both girls stared at the titanium cards as if it was the most precious thing in the world for them.

“Y-you’re serious...” Tzuyu muttered as he nodded.

“Of course, I know it's not JYP or Big Hit but we do have some promising groups with us and who knows, maybe you two will be our greatest yet." He said to them as they still were staring at the cards, “come on, don’t be shy.” He gestured as the girls walked closer and took the cards, staring at the information on them.

"Call that number and we’ll schedule a tour and once you get settled around, we'll fix you up with a schedule of what your girl's practices might look like." He gave instructions to both girls looking like they were about to cry.

"I-...I...t-thank you Mr. Huin" Nayeon bowed as tears were starting to form. Tzuyu followed her action as Mr. Huin nodded.

"You're quite welcome and we're happy to have you on the team, but to be honest, I'm not the one you should really be thanking."

Both girls looked up at him.

"Well, unfortunately, I must be off, I hope to see you two soon." He said and with one last bow from him, he left with a wave goodbye along with the three others, leaving both girls standing stunned.

The only noise was from the other people in the audience, but all that was blocked out.

They did it...

They got into an agency...

All their work and practice paid off...

Nayeon smiled as wide as she could and some tears of happiness dropped down her cheeks as she held the card towards her body.

Tzuyu just stared at the card like she won a lottery.

"W-we did it Tzuyu 'sniff' w-we did it..." Nayeon silently spoke as her voice was breaking as she looked forward in disbelief...then Nayeon's thoughts went towards one person.

"(YN)...oh my god (YN)...we have to-”

"You have no idea how difficult this is! All you do is stand there, do nothing and watch us fail! How about you do something!"

She remembered what she said to you...and guilt washed over her like a tsunami.

‘I got mad at her/him...s/he was helping all along...and I yelled at her/him like a complete idiot...’ Nayeon thought looking down, she almost figured she didn’t deserve this.

“How can I...” Tzuyu looked at Nayeon, “what kind of a friend am I?" She said as a tear went down her cheek and onto the card. "He did all this for me...for us...and I-I was such a bitch at her/him..."

She felt guilty...really guilty about what she said now.

"Both of us...” Nayeon looked at Tzuyu, “we both are at fault...”

Her eyes softly gazed at Nayeon's who nodded.

"Let’s go see him/her, quick.”

“Ne, we do.” Tzuyu agreed.

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TIMESKIP

The two girls parent's came and congratulate the two's performances.

They didn't want to tell them about the agency yet as they had other plans.

You.

You were the one person they desperately wanted to see and talk to the most right now.

Not just to tell them the multiple thank you's and sorry as well as an explanation on how you managed it all but both just wanted to be around you now.

After a moment's congratulations, their parents agreed and let them drive to your place.

Nayeon had her car already here since they had to come earlier than their parents.

Along the way, none of the two spoke.

The two girls had thoughts only about you.

Tzuyu was happy.

Happy that you did all this for them. She figured it was too much of what you did though, but regardless, you got them to take one major step in their dream.

Then she started to think, she told you of just stopping...she wasn't 100% committed to the idea, but it was leaning towards it.

She remembered your look in the car when she told you...during that moment she didn't care...but thinking back now...she felt horrible for saying such things.

She felt bad, not as much as Nayeon though.

Who knows how long you were doing this and they both were just going to stop.

She doesn't even know what to say to you but right now, she just wants to be with you.

Nayeon was besides herself.

She should be happy, she should, but with what she said to you just days ago; had she known that you were meeting with NV...no, even if she did know, she didn't have the right to say those mean things to you.

You were only helping her like always and rather than thanking you...she lashed out at you.

It wasn't your fault, it was the damn judge's comments that made her that pissed off and she brought it out at you like her stress ball.

As soon as she sees you, she promised to give you the biggest apology she's ever given.

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DING DONG

The two girls waited as the door opened to reveal your mom.

"Nayeon? Tzuyu? What are you doing here?"

"We finished the concert," Nayeon explained both were in a hurry to get inside.

"Oh, well not that I don't enjoy seeing you two, but shouldn't you be at home resting?"

"We came to see (YN)," Nayeon spoke again.

Your mom smiled and shook her head.

"Right, well we're sorry about missing your performance." She said in an apologetic tone.

"It’s okay," Nayeon said as Tzuyu nodded and asked, "is he okay?"

"Yeah, a fever, came out of nowhere too." She said as she crossed her arms. "S/He even tried to get up but her/his body was burning and we forced her/him to stay. S/e wasn't happy of course."

The girls internally smiled...not of your pain, but you trying to fight it to get to them.

"So how'd it go?" She asked.

"It went well, very well." Tzuyu finally decided to speak.

"Well, that's great. Anyway, (YN) is in her/his room, I brought dinner up to her/him." She said pointing up the stairs.

"Well if you don't mind, may we be with him?" Nayeon asked as Tzuyu nodded.

Your mom looked puzzled.

"I don't mind, but be careful okay," She warned them as they nodded their heads.

"Thank you, Ms. (LN)." Nayeon expressed as your mom sidestepped.

"There are also leftovers as well if you girls want something to eat." She said as both girls came in.

"Thank you," Nayeon said as they both went up the stairs to your room your mom chuckled watching them hustle.

“Kids.”

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KNOCK KNOCK

...

No answer.

"You think he's asleep?" Tzuyu asked.

"S/He just got food, let's just open the door quietly," Nayeon said as she twisted the knob and both peeked inside and soon saw you sitting on your bed with food on your lap as you were watching a video on your laptop with headphones on while eating, your vision away from the door.

Both girls just stared at you as Tzuyu softly smiled Nayeon had a frown.

Then without scaring you, Tzuyu flicked the light switch on and off as you took notice and turned to the door and jumped in place as you saw Tzuyu and Nayeon standing there.

Both just staring at your side by side as they walked in while you removed your headphones

"W-What are you two doing here?" You spoke in a shock as you sat up properly and removed the plate from your lap and onto the bed. "How was-"

You were cut off by Nayeon walking towards you, well fast walking, and before you asked another word-

GRASP

She practically jumped on you, her knees above your thighs and her hands around your neck.

"I'm sorry...sniff I'm so sorry (YN)..." She spoke as you blinked into her hair.

Was she...crying?

So very quickly, you hugged her back with one arm.

You looked at Tzuyu still standing there with her hands together.

"Tzu? What happened, was the perfor-"

"We got into an agency." She said cutting you off.

Your expression was slowly going into shock.

Did you hear that right?

"No..." She nodded.

"Yeah..."

You smiled widely.

"Oh my go-" Your throat clogged as you yelled in excitement and it caused hurt in it as you faced away from Nayeon to cough in your left elbow.

Nayeon stopped hugging you and both looked concerned at you.

"You okay?" They both said as Tzuyu approached you until she stood in front of you as Nayeon backed up a bit, but still on you.

"Yeah...yeah, I'm fine." You said as you took a deep breath to get some air, "I-I can't believe it...you serious?" They both nodded. "No way...that's...that's amazing..." You said softly.

"And it's thanks to you (YN)." Tzuyu said.

"So Mr. Huin came?" You said as they looked at you.

"(YN)...how in the hell did you even pull that off? not only getting an agency but getting the boss too." Nayeon spoke as you didn't want to tell them exactly how you did it...you didn't want them to worry or freak out about how you did it.

"I just talked with him. I scheduled a meeting that took forever and we talked." You said with confidence to try to hide it from the two.

Too bad they knew you too well.

They didn't take the answer fully.

It seemed too simple, too easy...but they didn't press onwards, Mr. Huin said as well that you both talked, so they took that into consideration.

"But come on girls, we can talk details later. We should celebrate." You said suddenly to get their thoughts away as both girls had a small smile and quickly it disappeared.

"Actually (YN)," Tzuyu said as she sat down on your left, "we need to apologize to you," She said looking at you.

"For what?"

"For almost giving up," Nayeon replied as you looked at her, “and for everything that I said to you...”

"Ah come girls, that's done and over with." You said as they shook their heads.

"No (YN), you had this all planned out and everything. And we almost stopped performing in the concert. If you hadn't changed our minds...we probably wouldn't have signed on." Nayeon muttered glumly as Tzuyu nodded.

"Well, not really. Mr. Huin said that he would have taken you two in before I mentioned you had the concert. You would have just performed in front of him. So even without the concert, I'm certain you girls would have gotten in." You explained to them.

"...Even so (YN), that's not the point. The point is that you have always picked us up when we're down." Tzuyu spoke up as you turned to her.

"What am I supposed to do? Leave you alone? I can't do that."

"We know (YN) and we appreciate it very much." Then Tzuyu's looked down and her frown deepened.

"Then what's wrong?" You said while turning to Nayeon, whose face scrunched up as she started to have tears.

"I'm so sorry (YN)...I didn't mean what I said to you after our audition...your support is everything to me." She said sincerely.

"Nayeon it's fine, you were just frustrat-"

"No, when I said that you should do something...you were, you were helping us so much and I'm just the worst person to be friends with you and-"

You cut her off by holding her shoulder delicately which caused her to look at you.

"Nay, I don't care about what you said to me that night, I honestly don't. I'll accept your apology, but you have nothing to apologize for. You were just frustrated and needed to let off some anger. And if I have to be that punching bag or stress ball, then so be it." You said shrugging at that last part.

"...”

"But know this Nayeon. Nothing and I mean nothing will make you a 'worse' anything. You're my best friend and this goes to you as well Tzu." You said letting go of Nayeon and leaning a bit back to see both of them, "nothing you two say or do will ever be bad. I'm here for you two, in the best of times and the worst." You looked between the two as you looked left and right.

And that was it.

Their breaths were cut short and their hearts were beating madly fast and both of them were loving it.

Then without another word, Nayeon jumped onto you as she hugged your waist, her knees on the bed as she gently placed her head on your left shoulder.

Tzuyu followed suit, but more carefully and leaned onto your body with her head resting on your right.

Both bodies up against yours and their heads on your shoulders.

You just smiled as you let them be.

"Thank you...really." Nayeon said as she arms tightened.

You three stayed in that position, hearing nothing but the breathing of each each one.

None of them wanted to ruin the moment.

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TIMESKIP

TWO DAYS LATER

"Umm...we're here for a tour?" Nayeon asked the receptionist

"Names?" She asked.

"Im Nayeon and Chou Tzuyu." Nayeon replied.

"Oh the new trainees." They nodded. "Yes, Mr. Huin was expecting you to come, let me inform him." The receptionist said as she dialed a number on the phone on her desk.

"I hope (YN) gets here. You think s/he's okay?" Tzuyu said looking at the entrance.

"S/He’ll be here, don’t you worry," Nayeon assured.

Currently, Tzuyu and Nayeon were at NV.

You were coming as well when you got all better...well slightly better.

They invited you to come with seeing as how you got them there and they wouldn't take no for an answer.

You were a bit hesitant about going through with what happened and all, but you complied to come.

As long as you avoided anyone that might have recognized you and talked about what you did.

Nayeon's and Tzuyu's families knew of the acceptance in NV and a party was to be thrown...but they declined.

Declined cause of you.

They didn't tell them that you got them in. You told them not to.

Since you didn't tell your mom about this, you thought that they would thank your parents as well and if your mom and dad were involved, they would probably figure out what your scene and soon Nayeon and Tzuyu as well.

They ultimately agreed after a long discussion.

You couldn't really to the party because you couldn't go anywhere due to your sickness until now that is, and you were still feeling the effects.

But they promised that as soon as you were good to go, a huge party would be thrown.

And today instead of going to school, all three decided to do the tour alone.

And Nayeon and Tzuyu told their families about it and rather than having the entire families go, they let the two go alone, plus you.

You told your parents about how they got in and they wanted you to go with them and while they were hesitant, they let you off but made sure to call if anything arises with you.

"I know. I want her/him to be here when we start." Tzuyu explained.

"We won't begin without (YN) Tzuyu," Nayeon reassured.

Then Tzuyu smiled widely as Nayeon looked and saw you walking into the building with a mask on, waving at them, and went closer.

"Hey I was-"

Tzuyu hugged you as you came near the two.

"I thought you would miss the tour." She said while looking at you as you smiled at her.

“Traffic, my bad."

"You should have come with us (YN)," Nayeon said as Tzuyu dropped her arms while Nayeon gave you a small hug too.

"I'm still feeling under the weather, so I didn't want to risk you girls getting sick too." You said, pointing at your mask with Nayeon rolling her eyes.

“Always caring for us (YN).” She said as you nodded.

"Always Nay, so what's going on?" You asked as the three turned to the receptionist.

"We're waiting for our tour guide," Tzuyu responded.

"Ahh."

"Alright, Mr. Huin will be done in a minute." The receptionist said to which you three nodded and waited there.

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True to her word and a few minutes later, the boss himself showed up.

"Hello, you three."

You three bowed at him.

"Mr. Huin, Tzuyu and I would like to thank you for accepting us. We promise to not disappoint." Nayeon said still looking down."

"Please, you three, no bowing please." You three got to regular stance.

"I know it's formalities, but around here, we just said the hi or good morning of the sorts."

You three nodded.

"And you're very welcome and I'm sure you won't either, with what I saw at the concert and what your friend showed me." The two girls looked back at you with a smile.

"Speaking of whom, may I speak with you (YN) for a moment?" He asked.

"Uhh sure." You said as you walked forward, passing the girls, you looked back and shrugged.

You walked forward with him as you both walked until you were a good distance away from the two.

He stopped and turned to you.

"So you didn't tell what you did?" Mr. Huin asked you.

"You kidding? Why should I tell them? No. That ain't happening." You reaffirmed yourself. "I just don't want to scar them okay. It's their first day and they have many more to come and to tell about me...that can't happen. So please Mr. Huin, don't tell them okay." You asked pleadingly.

With a sigh, he just nodded.

He actually cared for you, he did see himself in you when he was younger.

"Fine...but be more careful next time (YN) okay?"

"There isn't going to be a next time Mr. Huin." You said.

Mr. Huin just nodded.

"Fine...and don't worry about hiding your identity, Klein and Rammus aren't around anyway."

"It's not just for hiding, I am still sick."

"Whatever you say." He said as he turned around.

"Wait." Mr. Huin once again turned.

"Thank you Mr. Huin...for everything." You said to him.

He looked at you and smiled.

"No worries (YN)."

You nodded and both walked back to the girls.

"So shall we start?" He said to the three.

"You're our guide?" You asked.

"I know I'm the boss, but I want to personally give the trainees the tour, gives me some time to get to know them." He said.

You three nodded. It was a good reason.

"Now let's get started shall we?" They nodded as all four went towards a hall.

"What were you two talking about?" Nayeon asked you at your left.

"Business." You said as Nayeon rolled her eyes.

"Think you're all that now huh." She said.

"Maybe I am~" Nayeon then playfully jabbed at your side as you avoided it and fought back as Tzuyu just shook her head.

Mr. Huin just smiled at the teens.

He definitely saw himself in you. That's how he was with his wife when he was younger.

"Alright, now the first thing is..."

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TIMESKIP

After showing them around the floors, the rooms, and where each main core locations are such as the vocal and dance studio where.

Even having a spa treatment, gym floor, and cafeteria as well.

He said it wasn't as big, but it came with pretty much everything you need to practically live here.

You three loved what you saw.

They even got to meet some of their fellow trainees, some of which have been there for more than three years already.

Which surprised the two of them, but not you.

And then a video to wrap things up on what NV stands for and such.

All in all, it was like a tour of a school.

It was a 40-ish minute tour when they finally stopped near the lobby as they were walking down a hallway to get to the lobby.

"And that's NV Uprising. So any questions?" She asked as they kept walking, but looked back at them.

They both shook their heads.

"Good."

He then stopped and turned around to face them.

"Now you can either start now or we can schedule a meeting on what your schedules will be like. Since you two are a duo, we'll put you two together as much as possible." He said to them.

"We can start now. Our parents told us to take as much time as we need for this." Nayeon said as Tzuyu nodded in agreement.

"Okay then. Someone will be with you two to get started. We'll also see your girl's experience as well by demonstrating in front of the coaches and choreographers here." He explained and both just smiled and nodded.

"Well girls, just follow me...(YN) I'm sorry, but you have to stay here. Only trainees." He finished off.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Huin. We won't disappoint you in accepting us." Nayeon said bowing as well as Tzuyu.

"I'm sure you won't girls...and (YN), I hope to you see more often too."

"You probably will. Goodbye, Mr. Huin." You said as he nodded and then turned around to leave, leaving the three alone.

Tzuyu and Nayeon got to standing up now and were slightly jumping in place as they were both excited.

You smiled at their antic.

You had to admit, this was a great place.

The trainees they met were nice, it felt like a happy environment, it wasn't that far and the reputation was decent too.

Suddenly Nayeon and Tzuyu then turned around and sprinted at you.

You were tackled into a hug by both of them.

"Thank you (YN)." You heard both say.

"Hey, it was you two who got in with your talent...I just talked with a person."

"Yeah...but you made it possible in the first place." Nayeon said as they released the hug, "how could we thank you (YN), really?" Nayeon added as you shook your head.

"Do your best, always," you answered as the two nodded, "I'll be here waiting and then we can celebrate out okay?"

Both girls smiled at you and nodded as they left back to Mr. Huin, leaving you standing there as you saw them leave down towards a hallway.

Then they turned their heads and waved at you as you waved back and they left in a corner.

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"Girls, this is my assistant Jane. Jane will be the ones to help you organize your contracts."

Jane looked young, mid 20's if the girls had to assume. Shoulder-length blonde hair that covered her left eye, and with black tips.

She was very pretty to the two girls.

"Wait, don't we need our parents?" Nayeon asked.

"We have different paperwork for them, you can take them when you leave. These are actually for you two only, it just states about your time and works now belonging to NV." Jane said to which they nodded.

"Now at NV we...excuse me a moment." Mr. Huin took his phone out.

"Yes...ahh, just a minute," He took his phone away, "Jane I need you to take over for a minute."

"No worries sir." He nodded.

"Yes I'm here...yes I tru-" And then he left the trio in the room as she shuffled a few papers.

"Now like I said, you're now tied with NV once you sign the contract, it's not anything permanent since we'll renew them each year if we choose to renew you."

They nodded.

"We'll pay for services such as food, medical, equipment, and lessons, but you must put in the effort in time for working every day. Everything else will be in your parent's papers. Once they both get signed, you're now officially NV members."

This got both girls excited as she smiled at the new duo.

"I'm sorry, I'm Jane Lin, forgive me for not introducing myself." She said.

"Chou Tzuyu."

"Im Nayeon." Both girls introduced themselves and she looked between each one.

'Where have I heard those names before?...oh...”

"Ohh, so you're Nayeon and Tzuyu?"

Both girls looked at her funny.

"What do you mean?" Nayeon asked.

"Just that you have a very very stubborn manager or friend or whoever s/he is."

That caught their attention.

"(YN)?"

"Right, (YN), hehe, was s/he that talk of the building for a couple of days. You're very lucky to have someone like her/him managing you." Jane said as both girls smiled.

"We know," Tzuyu said softly.

"How is he by the way? He's not in critical condition or anything right?"

Both girls blinked and stared at her with confused looks.

"W-what do you mean by critical condition?"

"Well with what he went through I figured he would-...wait...did he not tell you?" She looked at both of them.

Both girls were starting to freak out.

"T-tell us what?" Nayeon asked while in a slight panic.

"Oh dear...uh, maybe I shouldn’t-"

"Tell us what!?" Nayeon said loudly as she stood up, scaring the assistant.

Nayeon quickly realized this and apologized.

"I'm sorry...please tell us, what did he do?" Nayeon asked again sitting back down.

Jane looked between the two.

"He...well he practically risked his life for you two." Jane said upfront as Tzuyu rose a hand to her mouth as Nayeon’s lips parted.

"He-I'm sorry...r-risked his l-life." Nayeon asked once more as Tzuyu couldn't even talk right now.

"...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have- I didn't know he was-"

"No...tell us exactly what he did."

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You were sitting in the lobby seats waiting for the two to be done, playing on your phone while waiting.

You were smiling at what's been happening.

The concert was a big hit, they both did their best performance (you saw how well they were thanks to a recording of someone from the stands), and now they were signing contracts.

Everything was going perf-

“(YN)!”

You heard your name and loud footsteps coming as you looked and saw Tzuyu running at you in tears.

You stood up immediately, placed your phone away, and walked towards her to meet her hallway.

"Tzuyu!? What's wro-"

"Tell me it isn't true (YN)...please tell me it isn't true," Tzuyu said begging as she grabbed hold of your shoulders, pushing you slightly backward.

Her eyes were in fear and glistening.

Her voice sounded broken and choked.

She was also trembling.

"Tzuyu wh-"

"Please! Please tell me!"

"I-I don't what yo-"

"That you...that you were risking your life for us?" She said as tears went down her right cheek.

Your eyes widened.

"..."

Tzuyu gasped.

She let go of you and took a few steps back.

"S-so it's true." She said as she held her hands over her mouth.

"Oh no, no let me exp-"

Then you saw Nayeon walking towards you two...she looked furious.

"Nayeon, I can explai-"

SLAP

The sound echoed in the lobby as you grasped your left cheek in searing pain.

Everyone had their attention at you three.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?"

You looked back to see Nayeon with her hand raised and her furious look.

"Nay-"

"YOU WERE RISKING YOUR LIFE! YOUR LIFE (YN)!"

"Nay-"

"HOW COULD YOU (YN)!?" Oh she was upset, and the sting didn’t help from her slap.

"L-let me explain!"

"EXPLAIN!? AT WHAT! HOW FUCKING STUPID YOU ARE!"

You never saw Nayeon angry...let alone angry at you.

Her eyes were blazing with anger as she glared right at you.

You saw Nayeon taking a few deep breaths as Tzuyu wasn't faring any better as she held onto Nayeon.

"Why (YN)...just why?" Tzuyu asked.

You didn't think they would learn of what you did soon...and you didn't think of how they'll react...but this...

"...I-I did for you two..." You just said...you weren't thinking, you just told them the truth.

...

...

...

...

...

"...Us..." Tzuyu said in the most broken tone you ever heard...it was breaking your heart, "we did this..."

"No, oh god, no Tzuyu it wasn't-"

Without another word, Tzuyu just ran as you saw tears coming down.

"T-Tzuyu...Tzuyu!" You called out as her body was fleeing towards the entrance as she left through the door.

You then looked at Nayeon.

She was shaking as she was staring at you.

"Nayeon...please, I didn't-"

You took a step forward...she took a step back.

"We didn't ask for this (YN)! We didn't ask for you to do something so idiotic!"

"..."

Nayeon turned away from you.

Then without looking at you, she also ran towards the entrance...and she left.

You stared at the entrance door where the two just left...

You wanted to chase after them...but after what Nayeon said and Tzuyu's look...you just couldn't.

But the looks on both girls' faces...to see them hurt...Nayeon's wasn't showing, but you knew she was as well...and it hurt you.

The ones you loved...and you were the cause of it.

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AND THAT’S THAT

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[raibebe]

Love Is On Air

Genre: fluff & smut Words: 8.722 Prompt: radio host Johnny x secret admirer female reader Warnings: soft dom Johnny, oral (f receiving), safe sex, dirty talk

A/N: Finally: My entry for the February event of my lovely network @neosmutcollective​. This is totally not the fic I planned on writing. In fact this was started way later after I realized I was never going to finish my original fic on time. Not that this one is on time... Special thanks to everyone who sent our lovely DJs some music recommendations @sly-merlin​, @moonctzeny​, @lenaluvs​, @lucas-wongs​, @burtonized​ and to @ncteaxhoe​ who helped me figure out this idea. I hope you enjoy this even though it’s wayyy too late.

You hurried home to your apartment after your last class of the day that was horrifically late because of whoever had fucked up your schedule this semester. Panting heavily, you busted into your room and threw your jacket and backpack somewhere onto your couch, diving straight for your laptop that was perched on your desk. Cursing the old thing, you waited for agonizing minutes until it had booted up and your browser was open. You quickly opened the familiar page of your university’s campus radio just in time to hear the familiar voice saying: “Hi I’m John-D, welcome to NCT Night Night.” After that both hosts chuckled lowly before Jaehyun spoke: “Tonight we’ll read some of the letters you wrote us over the week again and we will try our best to help you out with whatever problems you throw our way.” “Exactly. Right after we play this song that was suggested by evangelie_99 over on our Twitter, it’s Pluto Projector by Rex Orange County and she said that she loves our show. We’re glad you like it so much, darling. This one is for you,” Johnny softly said before the soft tunes of the song filled your little one-room apartment.

Sighing, you leaned back in your chair, carelessly toeing your shoes off. Listening to NCT Night Night was your escape at night from the stress that classes brought you. The two DJs that were on air every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday were your favorites though. Not only did they have great chemistry but they both could be incredibly funny as well as soothe all your nerves with their calming voices – especially Johnny or John-D as he was called on their show. You might have developed a slightly embarrassing crush on the fratboy with a heart as sweet as his voice from what you knew about him from his radio shows and your shared classes. Since they had started their weekly segment where they would read out letters that students could send them, you had gathered the courage to send Johnny little messages about how you were crushing on him and it had quickly become a running gag on the show. Jaehyun would tease Johnny about it every week while Johnny kept insisting that his secret admirer should just talk to him. But how could you do that? Johnny was everything one could want in a boyfriend. Not only was he ridiculously tall and devastatingly handsome but he was also smart, always seemingly staying on top of his classes and he also went to the gym regularly if his thirst traps on his Instagram stories were anything to go by. When he wasn’t giving out advice in a gentle voice on their radio program, he was out partying with his frat brothers on the weekends more often than not complaining about headaches on their Sunday show. How could you just walk up to him and talk to him? Right. You couldn’t. So you had to resign to sending him anonymous love letters through his radio show.

“Welcome back, hi,” Johnny chuckled once the song had gently faded out and you couldn’t help but giggle along. “That was Pluto Projector by Rex Orange County,” Jaehyun tried to stay on script but you could almost hear the grin on his face because of Johnny’s antics, “If you want your song to play on today’s show, please suggest something over on our Twitter with the hashtag,” Jaehyun paused momentarily and let out a dramatic sigh before continuing, “hashtag JohnDplaymelikeaviolin.” Jaehyun hadn’t even read the whole hashtag out loud when Johnny was already bursting out in laughter and how could you not laugh along with his melodic laughter. “I swear to god I am never letting you choose hashtags for our show ever again,” Jaehyun groaned while Johnny sounded like he was still dying in the background. “Don’t be mean to me Jaehyunie,” he whined and even though today’s episode was not viewable, you could vividly imagine how he was pouting. While the two friends were busy bickering and talking about what they had done since their last show, you pulled up your own Twitter to send a recommendation in.

“Aaaah, I see we’re already getting plenty of suggestions. Sly-merlin suggested us Sexy Dirty Love by Demi Lovato – a great song – and added ‘I wish John-D would actually play me like a violin.” After a potent silence, Johnny broke out in laughter again. “And this is why you won’t choose any more hashtags,” Jaehyun groaned again. “Baby,” Johnny rasped into his mic and even though you weren’t wearing headphones, it sent tingles down your spine, “Just come to our frat party on Friday and I’ll see what I can do.” “Stop plugging our parties on the radio,” Jaehyun scolded the elder, the slap audible over the radio, “Also sly-merlin has to stand in line. You still have your number one admirer who has sent in a letter yet again.” “She still hasn’t come up to me,” Johnny shared, “I can only keep up my chastity for so long. I am saving myself for this girl.” You know he was joking but you were just a simple woman and even in your secluded home, you felt heat rising to your cheeks, your thumbs stopping on your keyboard where you had typed out your song recommendation. Both DJs shared a quiet laugh before Jaehyun asked: “And you really don’t know who she is?” “I really don’t man,” his friend sighed, “Like I have my suspicions because she has to be in my major if she sees me in class that often. That or she’s a stalker which I do not want to think about. But for real, hit me up. I’ll take you out for a coffee.” “Now everyone is going to come up to you and claim that they’re her.” “I’ll take that risk,” Johnny laughed, “Maybe I’ll finally meet the love of my life and settle down.” At that Jaehyun snorted loudly. “The woman that can make you settle down gets free coffee for like a month from me.” “Watch me have a wife and kids at 25 Jae, just to spite you,” his friend snorted, “But up until then, let’s play sly-merlin’s song recommendation: Sexy Dirty Love by Demi Lovato.”

While the song was playing, you finished up your own tweet and hit post before you grabbed your bag that you had carelessly thrown away before to get out your notes. You actually had to start a project for one of the classes you and Johnny actually did share. The professor had announced that he would announce the pairings for a group project tomorrow and you didn’t want to seem like an actual idiot if your group would decide to already meet up and discuss after class. So while you listened to your favorite DJs discuss the questions and worries of whoever had sent them to their email address, you worked through the notes you had taken over the last couple of weeks, trying your best to organize them to remember the key points.

“Oh John-D, I have a very special letter here,” Jaehyun said, waving the paper in front of the microphone so it would pick up the wiggling noises. “What could that be?” Johnny asked with over-exaggerated interest. “It’s from your secret admirer, John-D. So I think you should read it out.” Just like every time, they read your letter, your heart began beating faster and faster in your chest until you were sure, it would break free from your ribcage. “Okay, here I go,” Johnny announced while Jaehyun was playing the same cheesy music he always played when they were reading your letters, “Happy Thursday, John-D. The weekend is almost in reach, keep up the energy for the last day of classes! – she’s so sweet, I’m holding up alright – One of my professors will announce the pairings he made for a group project soon and I am nervous. I don’t have many friends in the course and I’m praying that I will get good group mates I can work well with.” “Oooh, I get that struggle,” Jaehyun interrupted, “I once had to work with a bunch of stoners and ended up doing all the work for a presentation that made up 30 percent of my grade. Worst experience of my life, would not recommend. But we’re wishing you all the luck.” “But you know what’s more interesting about this story?” Johnny tuned in, “Coincidentally my professor for my literature class is assigning our group projects tomorrow as well. Say, my sweet admirer, are you perhaps in the same literature class as me?” In your otherwise silent room, the panicked squeak you let out was loud even to your ears. There was no way Johnny could figure out who you were, there were probably at least 20 more girls with a crush on him in that class alone, so you were safe. “Oooh, so maybe she’s a lit major so that’s why she’s writing love letters.” “Could be but lots of people from different majors are taking that class,” Johnny argued, “Anyways, back to her letter. But I won’t let that disturb me! I will be doing my best regardless! – That’s the spirit – I’ll work through my notes as I listen to your honey voice so I can be prepared. I’m glad you don’t do viewable radios on Thursday’s or else I wouldn’t be able to get anything done, you’re just too distracting John-D,” at that Jaehyun let out a fake gag while Johnny just giggled softly, “Thank you secret admirer, I do clean up quite nicely if I do say so myself. – On last Sunday’s episode you melted my heart when you hid in your hoodie for half the show. – God that was the worst hangover I had in a looong while, I was so miserable.”

“You should have seen him at home,” Jaehyun laughed, “I had to physically drag his whole 180-something-centimeters body first into the shower, then into the car and into the station. He is the biggest crybaby when he’s hungover.” “Don’t expose me like that, Jaehyunie,” Johnny whined loudly, “I was dared to drink a bunch of tequila and my mother didn’t raise neither a quitter nor a coward.” “No, but clearly an idiot,” the younger DJ laughed his deep laugh. “Let me read my love letter in peace,” the other grumbled, “I couldn’t follow for half the show because I was so focused on watching you. Not in a creepy way of course! – Of course not,” Johnny chuckled, “I hope you finished that essay you had to work on after the show in time and still had some time to relax. – I did, don’t worry.” That you already knew when Johnny had handed in his essay in another class you two shared just before you had handed in yours and he had thrown you a little smile that had kept you going through the whole day. “Take care of yourself and keep smiling your beautiful smile, I look forward to seeing you again on Sunday or in classes. And fighting to Jae-D as well of course! – I look forward to hearing from you again, secret admirer. I bet your group project will go just fine, don’t worry too much. If anyone is mean to you, just expose them here and we’ll fight them for you.” “Love that she acknowledged me in one sentence as well,” Jaehyun grumbled, cutting off the cheesy music abruptly. “You’re just jealous you don’t have a sweet admirer who sends you cute messages,” the other teased his friend. “Yeah, yeah, shut up and put that letter in the box under your bed.” “It’s in my sock drawer, thank you very much.”

Giggling, you listened to the two friends bicker, your chest warm with a feeling you were scared to put a name on. “Anyways, I think it’s time for another music recommendation you can still send in via our lovely hashtag JohnDplaymelikeaviolin. This one is from lenaluvies and she says: Please play Hurts So Good by Astrid S thank you. No, thank you for sending something in darling. This one’s for you,” Johnny announced and you couldn’t help but laugh a little pained laugh. That song title hit a little too close to home for your liking. The rest of the radio show went by smoothly and Johnny and Jaehyun tried to help a handful of more students with their problems that couldn’t be more diverse. From a boy who had fallen in love with his best friend which had send him into an identity crisis over to a girl who was failing her classes because she claimed the professor hated her to a freshman who wanted to apply for a fraternity but was scared because of the rumors surrounding them which the DJs quickly debunked since they both were in the same fraternity. In the end they had to cut themselves short, asking their viewers to vote on a poll they would make if people wanted a whole Tuesday episode surrounding fraternities.

“So.” “So,” Johnny copied his friend. “We’re almost at the end of our time with you guys. We couldn’t get through all of your submissions but we hope our team picked a few good ones and at least some of you could get some advice.” “As always you’re free to send us your own stories to our e-mail JohnJaeNNN@NCTU.com to get some advice next Thursday from your favorite DJs: John-D.” “And Jae-D. Every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday on your campus radio on 127mHz. On NCT-“ “Night Night,” they said their ending together and just like every night with them, you said goodnight to your computer screen, closing the tab which draped your little apartment in silence. Sighing loudly, you looked over your notes that needed a little more work if you wanted to make a good first impression on your fellow students tomorrow. Because you couldn’t stand the silence, you opened your Spotify to play the NCT Night Night playlist Johnny and Jaehyun had made with the songs that had been recommended to them, still missing the new additions from tonight.

The next morning found you in your literature class, sitting two rows behind Johnny, staring at the back of his head while doodling on your paper rather than taking notes on whatever the professor was saying. If you were to let your eyes wander, you’d see that almost everyone in the big room was paying as much or even less attention as you were; the students in different states of excitement and anxiety over the group projects he had yet to announce. “I’m sorry professor,” Johnny’s voice suddenly cut through the room, “I’m sure you have already noticed that no one is paying attention to whatever you’re trying to teach us right now. Could you please just announce the groups for the project?” That moment you swore you would be able to hear a pin drop until your eccentric professor chuckled lowly. “I like you, Suh. I was waiting for someone to mention it,” he spoke, getting the dreaded list out of his bag, “Listen closely now, you’ll be assigned in groups of four and each group will get a specific novel to work on. Deadline will be by the end of the semester and your individual paper combined with the group presentation will make up 40% of your final grade.” That made a bunch of people, including you, gasp out loudly. A group project with this much credit to your final grade was always dreaded. “I don’t want to hear any complaints, that’s how it’s always been. Now listen carefully, I won’t repeat myself but the list will be hung on our blackboard as well.” With that being said, the professor began listing names and novels in the most monotone voice he could muster. To say you were basically vibrating off of your seat was an understatement when he got further and further down the list and neither yours nor Johnny’s name had been called yet. “And lastly, an all-time favorite: Romeo and Juliet.” You didn’t even register anything else after the professor had announced that the group featured both Johnny and you along with two other students you didn’t know. Your brain was reduced to static noise while everyone else was getting up around you to pick up the books that had already been stacked in a corner, probably by a poor TA. Only when a person bumped into you, you broke from your stupor to quickly pick up your stuff as well to hurry down to steps to where a crowd of students had already gathered.

Luckily Johnny towered over most of the other students and you could easily spot him and the rest of your group that were two other boys you didn’t recognize. “Hey, you’re the last one we were missing,” Johnny smiled and handed you over your copy of the book. “Y... Yeah, sorry for making you wait,” you stuttered, clutching the small book tightly in your hands. “No big deal,” Johnny played it off, “Do any of you have any more classes today?” When everyone declined, you all agreed that you should get a head start on your project as it would be hard to make a good project out of such an overused love story. While walking over to the student center to decide on a concept, conversation flowed easily between the four of you even though you were still really nervous to be around Johnny. God, you really hoped he didn’t think you were stupid or something just because you were nervous.

The little study session went by in a blur and only further confirmed that you were so whipped for Johnny it wasn’t even funny anymore. You found yourself attentively listening to all of his ideas and laughing at every of his stupid little jokes and only mildly spacing out while looking at Johnny when the others were discussing ideas which had led to one or two mildly embarrassing situations where you would lose track of what you were actually discussing, your mind blank of any input when they asked for your opinion.

Soon you found yourself parting ways with your groupmates, leaving you and Johnny alone because his frat house and your little apartment were located in the same general direction. “Anything fun you’re doing this evening?” Johnny asked, trying to make some light conversation to fill the silence. “No, I’ll just binge watch some shows maybe or listen to the campus radio,” you shrugged it off. While today’s show wasn’t your favorite, you quite liked the DJs soft and gentle voice. “You listen to the campus radio? I have a show on there,” Johnny smiled. “I like listening to you and Jaehyun,” you confessed, trying to fight the heat that was licking at your cheeks. “Oh.” “You seem surprised.” “Yeah, it kind of still seems weird that people enjoy listening to Jae and me rambling for hours on end. You know with him it just feels like I’m hanging out with my brother rather than work.” “Your voices are really soothing, you know,” you tried to explain what you were feeling when listing to them, “And your friendship is kind of adorable. Like we can feel how much you care about each other and you always genuinely try to help your listeners without making fun of them.” For a while Johnny didn’t say anything and you thought you had fucked it up, that he thought you were weird now. “Thank you,” he suddenly said. “Huh?” “It means a lot hearing that. We do lurk on Twitter to see what people think of our show but hearing it like this is something else entirely.” “It’s nothing,” you mused, playfully hitting his arm, “No need to get this soft.” “Hey,” he laughed, “I’ll have you know that I am 180 centimeters of walking softness despite what people might say about me.” Smiling softly you caught his eyes for the first time since you two had started walking and the way his honey eyes were smiling back at you momentarily took your breath away.

“I- My room is right around here, sooooo,” you stuttered. “It was nice working with you. Even though you were spacing out half the time,” Johnny teased, “Thinking about a special someone?” You. The word sat on the tip of your tongue, the low light of the afternoon sun making you bolder than you actually were and Johnny just made you feel incredibly comfortable. “No... No- I- I’m single.” “A crush then?” “Something like that,” you mumbled, your fingers nervously playing with the hem of your jacket. “Talk to him. Or her. Or them,” Johnny advised. “I really can’t,” you sighed, “He doesn’t even know I exist.” “Well you don’t need to confess your undying love for him,” he laughed, not knowing he was the boy in question, “Just you know. Casually talk to him. Get to know him.” “I’ll try?” “Is that a question?” “Yeah?” “Have more confidence in yourself,” he gently nudged you, “You’re nice and very easy to talk to.” “Nice... Wow.” “Shut up,” he laughed, “I usually give better compliments but I have yet to get to know you better.” “Would you... Would you even want that?” “Sure,” Johnny shrugged and your heart skipped a couple of beats, “I have to get going or everybody will already be drunk when I arrive. So... I’ll see you in class? And you’ll hear me on Sunday?” “Yeah sure. Don’t drink too much or you will be miserable all show like last week,” you giggled. “Don’t remind me,” he groaned, “I’m never going to drink tequila on a Saturday ever again.” “Goodbye Johnny,” you smiled, really liking how his name sounded when you said it out loud. “Bye,” he waved before going his way.

Once you were sure he was out of hearing distance, you let out a little happy squeak and jumped up and down excitedly. You did it. You had actually done it. You had talked to your crush. And managed to not make a complete fool out of yourself in front of him. Which was a win in your books. A huge win. With a little spring in your steps, you stepped by one of your favorite pizza places to treat yourself before heading home where you spend your evening daydreaming about none other than Johnny while watching reruns of old dramas.

“Hi, I’m Jae-D.” “And I am John-D. Welcome to NCT-“ “Night Night.” “John-D.” “Yes, Jae-D,” Johnny chuckled. “It’s Thursday again which means it’s time to tend to our listener’s worries,” Jaehyun read off of the script, not getting distracted by his friend’s antics, “And today is a very special episode.” “Special?” Jaehyun barely repressed to roll his eyes at his friend’s over-exaggerated acting before continuing: “Yes, since tomorrow is a day off for all students, we have decided to make this episode extra lengthy and-“ he shortly stopped to flash the camera a peace sign, “Viewable despite it being Thursday.” “Do we look okay?” Johnny laughed, checking himself out in the video that was playing on one of their monitors. “Aaaaah, the comments say we look good tonight, thank you,” Jaehyun mused.

And they really did. Not that either of them had to do a whole lot to look good but today they were both wearing white button-downs with their sleeves rolled up to expose their forearms. Jaehyun had even gone so far as to put on some fake glasses. “And if you’re following us on our Twitter you also already know that this week it’s all about love on our campus radio and our show today is no exception,” Johnny read his part of the script. “Today John-D and Jae-D are Loveholics, trying our very best to help you with your problems surrounding love,” Jaehyun completed, “You can send in song recommendations through the hashtag JohnJaeLoveholic just like taryn1026 did – I hope I said that right – but they recommended Paris in the Rain by Lauv to set the mood for today.”

The soft tunes of the song made you relax a little into your sofa where you had chosen to watch today’s episode of NCT Night Night. You had to say that you were kind of nervous for today’s episode. Just like every week you had written your letter to Johnny, telling him about your week and cheering him on for your group project. At this point it should have been pretty obvious just who exactly you were and judging by how Johnny was acting towards you, his flirting leaving you flustered after your study sessions and your group mates mildly annoyed, he seemed to already have put together the pieces. But yesterday while writing your letter you had felt extra bold (and maybe also extra riled up and horny from Johnny’s shameless flirting) and had written him a message that should confirm all his suspicions and would hopefully lead him straight to you and into your bed. But until the end of the show or at least until they read your letter, which you really hoped they did today as well, you had to wait sitting in your apartment, for once not in comfortable clothes but in a nice shirt and pants.

“That was Paris in the Rain by Lauv, recommended to us by taryn1026 through our Twitter with the hashtag JohnJaeLoveholic,” Johnny’s raspy voice filled your apartment when he leaned close to the mic, “Jae-D are you ready to make some love happen?” “I already had my love juice,” Jaehyun answered, showing his pink Starbucks drink to the camera, “And my reading glasses are on.” As to prove his point, he hiked his glasses up his nose before scratching his eye through the holes in the frame, making both DJs chuckle. For the next hour Johnny and Jaehyun tried to solve several relationship dramas as well as a very tricky friends-with-benefits situation and telling a boy to break up with his cheating girlfriend which had been a rather heartbreaking discussion. “So after this,” Jaehyun sighed, “Let’s play another song recommendation. Burtonized has sent in a very fitting song, I hope you all don’t mind a little Korean: It’s God Damn by I.M – a song about heartbreak.”

While the foreign song was playing, the two DJs stretched their backs and sipped on their respective drinks: Jaehyun still on his pink sugar concoction and Johnny already on his second iced Americano. Jaehyun must have found something funny on his phone, nudging his friend to look at him but Johnny was busy typing away on his own, only acknowledging his friend after he had typed his message. Just after that, your own phone buzzed with a message, showing Johnny’s name on the screen.

From: Johnny Are you watching our show?

To: Johnny Sure, you look good today

From: Johnny Make sure to listen closely ;)

“That was God Damn by I.M suggested by burtonized over our Twitter hashtag JohnJaeLoveholic,” Jaehyun’s smooth voice tore you from your spiraling thoughts about the winking face Johnny had sent. “Sadly our show is coming to an end even with our extended airtime.” “But John-D a very important letter is still missing before we close our show. Dare I say it could be the highlight of our show,” Jaehyun joked, already playing the cheesy music he was always playing when Johnny would read your letters. “You’re right Jae-D my lovely secret admirer has sent in another letter,” Johnny mused, arranging himself so he could read the printed out letter while being as close as possible to the mic for it to pick up the rasp in his voice, “Happy Thursday John-D, I hope your week has been more exciting than mine. I have just been going from class to class without much thought, the only high points are my group meetings for the group project we have to hand in soon – That seems very familiar, baby – But since today is all about love, I’ll tell you about a little problem I have: – get your love juice ready, Jae – There is this boy in my group. And boy isn’t really the right word to describe him, he’s a man really,” at that Johnny couldn’t hold back a low chuckle, “I’m sorry, I’ll be serious – And he is flirting with me. Has been for a couple of weeks now. And it has gotten to the point where our groupmates are kind of annoyed at us. He has also walked me home a couple of times but he never so much as touched me. At this point I am so frustrated with him. Is he just playing with me? Or is his mouth bigger than his actions actually are? He has been riling me up all day today and I was ready to let him have his way with me but he only wished me goodnight and left again, leaving me to deal with what he had done all by myself – oh wow, I,” Johnny stuttered, sharing a gaze with his friend who was only barely repressing his laughter, “Wow, okay, I hope we’re in the good for reading this out and it’s late enough,” clearing his voice and raking a hand through his hair, Johnny continued, “John-D I hope this man hears what he has done to me and will deal with the consequences of his actions. Would you play Animal by Jin Yosef and RIELL for me? Just in case this letter hasn’t gotten my point across? – Y... Yeah sure, darling. We’ll play that once our show is over.”

“So John-D,” Jaehyun grinned while loudly slurping on his ‘love juice’, “What would you advice your secret admirer to do about this problem?” “Well if I were her,” Johnny started, his gaze going straight to the camera where he knew you were watching and it felt like he was looking straight into your soul, “I’d wait for him. I’m pretty sure he can prove that his actions speak even louder than his words.” For a while it was quiet between the two DJs, safe for Jaehyun’s obnoxiously loud slurping noises but even if they would have been saying anything, you weren’t sure if you could have comprehended any words with how furiously your heart was beating. “Anyways,” Jaehyun eventually broke the silence once he was sure there was nothing left in his ‘love juice’, “I’m afraid that was it for tonight. This has been your extra lengthy episode of Jae-D and John-D and we will leave you with this wonderful song recommendation: Animal by Jin Yosef and RIELL. If you’ve liked today’s show, we’re here every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday night on your campus radio on 127mHz to listen to all of your worries on NCT-“ “Night Night,” Johnny joined in and they both waved into the camera as your song of choice started playing. The video stream didn’t cut off immediately, showing the boys gathering their things and if your eyes weren’t betraying you, you swore you saw Johnny tense up when the song turned a little more explicit. The two DJs waved to the camera one last time before the stream cut off, leaving the screen of your laptop dark.

That was when it dawned on you what you had done. Shit. With how Johnny had sounded, you probably had about fifteen to twenty minutes until he would be at your doorstep. Oh god. Shit. Taking a couple of deep breaths, you tried to ground yourself before hurriedly closing your laptop and cleaning everything that seemed messy in your little one-room apartment. That was until you heard a knock on your door.

With shaky hands, you slowly opened the door and while you knew who would be standing on the other side, you weren’t ready for how he was going to look like: Johnny was leaning against the doorway casually with his arms crossed over his chest so the tight button-down he was wearing would strain over the planes of his chest muscles but what really reeled you in was how dark his eyes looked when he raked them over your body. “Good evening miss,” he drawled. “Hi,” you breathed. “Tell me what you want so I’m not misinterpreting any of this,” Johnny all but growled, one of his hands coming up to cup your face. “I want you to have me.” If you thought his eyes were dark before, they turned into bottomless black orbs once the words had left your lips. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, baby.” “Please,” you whimpered and that seemed to break Johnny’s resolve as he pulled you close to him and all but crashed his lips into yours. The kiss wasn’t delicate in any way, shape or form with how Johnny was licking into your mouth the second a moan left your lips. His tongue was intertwining with yours messily and in no time both of you were panting into each other’s mouths. “Inside. Now,” you rasped. “All with due time,” Johnny chuckled but let you pull him into your apartment, slamming the door shut to crowd you against it, one of his strong thighs slipping between your legs like it belonged there, “If you’re a good girl and listen well, I’ll give you anything you want.” “Fuck,” you cursed before slamming your lips together again, a new neediness bleeding into the kiss as you tugged on the longer strands of hair at the back of Johnny’s neck which made him growl lowly. “Anything off-limits?” Johnny breathed into your skin as he kissed down your neck to suck a mark there while his hands were busy pulling your shirt from your pants so he could rake them over your naked skin. “Just,” you had to cut yourself off with a moan, “Don’t be mean to me.” “Never,” he promised, “You’ll be my pillow princess.” His sweet words were in stark contrast to how hard his hands were gripping your hips and how his teeth were grazing over your neck that must be littered with marks already. “Take me to bed,” you heaved breathlessly, positive your legs would give out if it wasn’t for Johnny holding you up.

Listening to your demand, he slowly started walking you backwards towards your bed until the two of you were toppling down on top of the covers, his lips never leaving your skin. Whoever had spread the rumors about Johnny being a great lover had been absolutely right, he knew just how to touch you to have you gasping for air and judging by the grin on his lips he hadn’t even started yet. “Please,” you whimpered, arching into his touch, not exactly sure what exactly you were asking for but Johnny seemed to know all the better when he freed you from your top and pants to leave you in your matching lace set while he was still fully clothed in his by now wrinkled button-up and pants. “All for me?” He chuckled and pressed a kiss right between the valley of your breasts, his big hands cupping the soft flesh to squeeze it gently. “Have me,” you gasped out and you could feel the growl he let out vibrating where you were pressed together. “I’m going to ruin you,” Johnny promised, pulling down the cups of your bra to wrap his plush lips around one of your nipples to tease the soft nub until it hardened under his ministrations, sending waves of pleasure down your spine and straight to your core where you could feel your wetness starting to seep into the fabric of your panties. “Johnny,” you mewled and arched into his every touch, his calloused fingertips setting your skin alight when he let them travel down your body to tease over your lower stomach. As if by reflex, you let your thighs fall open for him to finally touch you where you needed him the most. “Such a good girl,” he smiled, blowing cold air over your spit-slicked nipple to watch you squirm beneath him. Your remark got stuck in your throat when he finally cupped you through your panties, feeling how damp the fabric had already become. “Naughty,” he chuckled, his eyes never leaving your face as he circled your clit through the fabric, watching your eyes fluttering shut when his gaze became too intense.

“Johnny,” you sighed, forgetting all other words except for his name. “Relax, princess,” he rasped and kissed his way down your body, leaving love bites on the sensitive skin of your stomach and thighs that shook with anticipation. If you’d say you hadn’t dreamed about his lips on you like this, you would lie and you weren’t going to miss the sight of this for nothing. Fighting back the fog that had started to cloud your mind, you forced your eyes open to look down to where he had settled between your open thighs to find him staring right back at you. “Good girl,” he praised you again before pressing a kiss over your clothed sex that made your head fall back already, the anticipation of what was to come making you push up your hips which made Johnny chuckle lowly. He didn’t leave you any time to feel embarrassed by how needy you were when he hooked your panties to the side unceremoniously and licked a broad stripe up your center, tasting your arousal. “Oh fuck,” you breathed out, your hands flying down to tangle them in the long strands of his hair. Johnny worked his tongue in slow and clever strokes, leaving your mind reeling with pleasure and taking his time to take you apart piece by piece, not even paying attention to your leaking center or your aching clit. But when he did wrap his lips around your clit to gently suck on the nub, your mind almost went numb with how intense his touch was, your thighs clamping shut around him. To make it even worse, he started humming around you while prying your thighs back open, holding you down with his large hands. You felt your orgasm approach almost embarrassingly fast now that he was altering between teasing your clit with his tongue, lips and even his teeth and fucking your velvety walls with his tongue, setting your nerve endings on fire. “Johnny I’m close,” you warned him but instead of slowing down, he stretched his jaw wide to press his tongue further into you, his nose bumping into your clit in the process and with the combined sensation and his doubled effort, it took no time for your first orgasm of the night to wash over you, a scream of his name leaving your lips as you shook through it, your mind going equally as numb as your legs.

When you came back to it, Johnny had straightened up between your legs and he was grinning down at you while he was unbuttoning his shirt, his face still shiny with your arousal. “That was the first one,” he spoke darkly. “Come here,” you whined, making grabby hands for him until he took pity on you and covered your body with his before connecting your lips in a bruising kiss. You could still taste yourself on his lips but that somehow just made it even hotter.

“Want you inside me,” you panted against his lips when Johnny broke the kiss in favor of raking his teeth over your racing pulse. “Yeah?” He rasped and ground his hips down into yours, making you feel him strain against the fabric of his pants. “Need it,” you moaned at the sweet friction. “Think you can take me?” He laughed as he leaned back on his hunches to pop open the button of his pants, pulling down the zipper agonizingly slow. With wide eyes you watched him push his pants down his narrow hips, leaving him in just his navy boxers that showed the sizable imprint of his hard cock, the fabric against the head dark from where he had leaked precum. Chuckling, he stroked over the outline and just the sight alone made your mouth water. “Show me,” you breathed, spreading your thighs so he could see your needy core, clenching around nothing. “Hmm,” he hummed, dragging one of his fingers that wasn’t preoccupied with teasing himself through the mess of arousal and his saliva between your legs, only barely dipping it into you to feel the muscles trying to suck him inside. “Don’t tease me,” you whined high in your throat. “But I like seeing you squirm,” Johnny grinned but took mercy on you and sunk his finger into you up to the knuckle, gently pumping it inside you. Still sensitive from how intense your last orgasm had been, you were torn between pulling away and wanting more but Johnny made the decision for you when he pulled his finger out, wiping your arousal onto your thigh.

“Eyes on me,” he commanded and finally freed his cock from his briefs. “Fuck.” The curse left your lips without even noticing at the sight of his flushed cock, too heavy to properly stand up against his toned abs. The tip was tinted red and shiny with precum that Johnny generously spread down that whole length, his eyes not leaving yours as you watched him lazily jerk himself. “Like what you see?” You eagerly nodded your head. “Want it inside me.” “Yeah? Show me.”

Throwing all caution out of the window, you quickly sucked two of your fingers between your lips before guiding them to your weeping core to slip them inside you, letting out an over-exaggerated moan as you crooked them. “Oh you’re so naughty, baby,” Johnny groaned, squeezing the base of his cock tightly as he watched you fingering yourself and if you had even one coherent thought left in your head, you’d have the decency to be embarrassed because of how intensely he was staring. “It’s not enough,” you pouted, pulling your fingers free and spreading them to look at the slick covering them, “I’m so wet for you.” “Such a dirty mouth,” he groaned, quickly grabbing his pants to fish a condom from his wallet to roll over his hard length. “Please, Johnny,” you hiccupped, winding your legs around his waist to pull him closer to you. “Sssh, princess,” he soothed you, running his hands over your torso before bending down to press tender kisses to your stomach, “I’ll take care of you.” “Please kiss me.”

Dropping his elbows next to your head to support his weight, he covered your body with his and caught your lips in a kiss much too tender for your current situation, taking his time to explore your mouth until you were perfectly pliant beneath him. “Tell me if it hurts,” he whispered into the small space between you while he snaked a hand between your bodies to guide his cock to your core. When the head slipped in without much resistance, both of you let out twin moans of pleasure. Painstakingly slowly Johnny pushed inside you, centimeter by centimeter until his hips were flush to yours. “Breathe, princess,” he reminded you because you indeed had held your breath and had buried your nails in his biceps. “Shit, you’re big,” you cursed. “So I’ve been told,” Johnny chuckled and peppered your face and neck with little kisses while he slowly ground his hips so you could get used to him inside you.

“Move,” you demanded after a while.   “What’s the magic word baby?” He grinned. “Please, Johnny,” you whimpered, clenching down on him. “Once more.” “Don’t make me beg.” “But you sound so pretty when you do,” he chuckled, only barely moving his hips. “Johnny please,” you whined, trying your best to move on his cock on your own but the angle was just not working out. “Oh, you want to do the work?” “I want you to move,” you groaned, pawing at his chest.

“But I think you’d look so pretty riding my cock,” Johnny rasped and in one fluid movement, he had sat up and pulled you onto his lap. Shit, it felt like he was even deeper now. “Come on, princess.” Whining, you wound your arms around his shoulders and pulled your legs beneath you so you could lift your hips up to make his cock smoothly slide out, the friction just right before you slowly dropped back down again, earning you an appreciative groan from Johnny. “That’s right, baby,” he praised you as you slowly found a comfortable pace, swiveling your hips until the angle was just right. Tightening the grip you had on his shoulders to use it as leverage, you began riding him in earnest, impaling yourself on his cock over and over again until your head was spinning and your thighs started to burn. “Come on, doll,” Johnny grinned, catching one of your nipples between his lips. Whining, you rolled your hips faster until your thighs began shaking. “Need help?” He just grinned, his big hands holding onto your hips to help you move up and down his cock at a steadier pace. “Please Johnny,” you hiccupped, hiding your face in his neck to ground yourself, “Please fuck me.” “Am I not doing just that?” He chuckled, filthily grinding his cock inside you. “Do it right,” you panted into his skin, “Fuck me like you mean it.”

“Then get on your hands and knees for me, baby.” He didn’t have to tell you twice, it was almost comical how quickly you obeyed his command and arched your back for him. “Hmm, that’s it,” he praised you, tracing the curve of your spine with his hands until he reached the space between your shoulder blades where he gently pushed down to make you arch even further. “So good and pliant for me, just waiting to be filled.” “Please,” you just whined again, past the point of caring about how pathetic you sounded, begging for his cock. “Say it baby,” he demanded, slapping his cock against your wet folds. “Please fuck me Johnny. Please. I want your cock inside me so badly. Want you to fuck me until I can’t even remember my own name anymore. Please I need it. I-“ your frantic rambling got cut off by the surprised moan leaving your lips as he thrust into you without any warning. “Don’t hold back baby,” Johnny rasped before gripping your hips tightly to finally fuck you in earnest, the sound of skin slapping together loud in the otherwise silent room. “God, your ass looks amazing,” he moaned, burying himself in your tight heat over and over again, mesmerized by how his cock was glistening in the low light and how easily your body opened up for him, “You’re basically made to take my cock.” You could only mewl at his dirty words and fist the sheets tightly in your hands as you tried to meet his thrusts as best as you could while you felt like you got your soul fucked right out of you.

“Feels so good,” you slurred when you felt the familiar knot in your stomach ready to snap, clenching around Johnny’s cock. “God baby, if you keep clenching like that I’m gonna cum,” Johnny cursed, grabbing you by the neck to pull you up against his chest, the pace of his hips only getting faster. “Please Johnny. Want it inside,” you whined, letting him use your body how he wanted to relish in the low moans he let out. “You want me to fill you up baby?” “Want it so bad, Johnny,” you mewled. “Then cum for me. Cum on my cock and I’ll give you anything you want.” And oh god. You had never thought that the strained sound of a couple of words could be enough to actually trip you over the edge but the rasp in Johnny’s voice had you falling apart in his arms, your orgasm ripping through you so hard it had your thighs shaking. “Such a good girl,” Johnny praised you before he let out a low guttural moan and fucked into you once – then twice – before his hips came to a halt, emptying his cum inside the condom.

For a while you two just panted loudly before Johnny gently laid you back down onto the mattress, chuckling lowly when you whined at the loss of his cock. “Shit,” you giggled while he quickly got rid of the condom, throwing it in the general direction of your trashcan. So tender you could have missed it, Johnny pressed a row of kisses down your spine until he reached the swell of your ass. “Cuddle me,” you pouted, making grabby hands at him. “We’re sweaty, princess,” he laughed but gave in when you kept pouting. “I don’t care,” you whined, fitting your head beneath his, wrapping your arms and legs around his body to cling to him like a koala. “You’re cute,” he smiled, pressing his lips to your forehead.

“For how long did you know?” “Know what?” Johnny asked, clearly confused. “That I was your secret admirer.” “I didn’t.” “It was so obvious,” you groaned. “Okay maybe I got a hunch after we started that group project. But you never said anything.” “What was I supposed to say? Oh Johnny, by the way, I’m the one who has been writing you cringey love letters for like half a year already. Please go out with me?” That made Johnny laugh, the sound melodic in the quiet of your room. “I would have said yes, you know?” He spoke lowly, “I’ll miss your letters.” “What makes you think I will stop writing them?” “Because you can tell me all that stuff in person now when we go on dates.” “We’ll go on dates?” “That’s what people do when they like each other, princess,” Johnny chuckled, “And I really like you. Both as my secret admirer and my classmate.” “Oh my god stop,” you whined, hiding your hot face in his chest, feeling shy all of a sudden while Johnny was just laughing.

“I like you too,” you eventually mumbled once it had gotten quiet again. “I figured,” he teased you. “I changed my mind,” you immediately shot back, rising from where you were cuddled into his chest but every other protest died on your tongue when you saw his dreamy expression, his honey eyes finding yours and completely ignoring the fact that you were still very much naked. “Date me,” he said. “Okay,” you answered, easily meeting his lips in a sweet kiss that wouldn’t be the last one you two shared tonight.

“Hello and welcome back, that was Middle Of The Night by Monsta X, suggested to us by raibebe through our Twitter with the hashtag JonJaeLoveTalk. We’re your DJ’s John-D.” “And Jae-D on NCT Night Night. Hello again to all of our listeners. John-D.” “Yes Jae-D,” Johnny chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “Something is off today. I looked through our mail and there was no letter from your secret admirer.” “Oh really,” he feigned surprise. “Either they didn’t send anything in or our director got sick of the pining.” “I can calm you right back down Jae-D,” Johnny smiled, “Because she simply doesn’t need to send any more letters. I finally found her.” “No way. For real? And you didn’t tell me? I have to find out through our radio show? Friendship is dead,” Jaehyun sighed dramatically and you couldn’t help but chuckle. “Jae-D you know you’ll always be the number one in my heart, you know that.” At that Jaehyun let out fake gagging noises that made both friends chuckle.

“No but for real. I finally found her and asked her out. It’s going great so yeah,” Johnny shrugged, “In case you’re listening baby: I’m dropping by later and bring sushi.” “This is so domestic already,” Jaehyun sighed dramatically, “Where is my secret admirer?” “Maybe you could find love as well if you stopped acting like the textbook example of a frat boy.” “What is that even supposed to mean?”

Smiling, you leaned back on your sofa and listened to your boyfriend bickering with his best friend. Boyfriend. That sounded good even though it still felt unreal. Love Letters weren’t dead after all it seemed.